FROM THE LIBRARY OF REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON. D. D. BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO THE LIBRARY OF PRINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY Scctloc w» Digitized by tine Internet Archive in 2010 with funding from Calvin College* http://www.archive.org/details/philadelphiarefoOOrefo HYMNS FOR THE Reformed Church IN THE UNITED STATES. PHILADELPHIA: REFORMED CHURCH PUBLICATION BOARD, ■ No. go7 ARCH STREET. Entered, according to Act of Congress in the year 1874, by the Reformed Church Publication Board, in the office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington, D. C. Grant, Faires & Rodgers, Electrotypers and Printers, PHILADELPHIA. HYMNS. FIRST SUNDAY IN ADVENT. ^^ Jesus y the Hope of Israel, the Desire of all Nations, "^^ \ L. M. HAIL, Jesus ! Israel's Hope and Light ! Prophets and Priests prepared Thy way, Thy people, through the breaking night, With waiting joy foresaw Thy day. 2 By Jacob's Star the Gentiles found Light on their mystic longings poured j Wise men from dismal regions round, Bowed at Thy manger and adored. 3 Thy Advent, Lord, revives the world ; Thy life shall waiting nations know ; The banner of Thy truth unfurled. Shall glorious on the mountains glow. 4 The vales, where darkness lingers last, Now kindle in prophetic light ; The morning breaks ! for ever past The fearful reign of ancient night. 5 Hail, glorious Advent ! heavenly birth ! Shout, saints, in triumph Christ appears ; Good will to men, and peace on earth. Shall reign throughout the golden years. ^' Hosanna to the Son of David.'' 8x, Sj, Sj, B>s, lis, OSANNA to the living Lord ! Hosanna to th' Incarnate Word ! To Christ, Creator, Saviour, King, Let earth, let heaven, hosanna sing. Hosanna ! Lord ! Hosanna in the highest ! 3 H FIRST SUNDAY IN ADVENT. 2 '^Hosanna," Lord, Thine angels cry; *'Hosanna," Lord, Thy saints reply: Above, beneath us, and around. The dead and living swell the sound. Hosanna ! Lord ! Hosanna in the highest ! 3 O Saviour, with protecting care Return to this. Thy house of prayer, Assembled in Thy sacred name, Where we Thy parting promise claim. Hosanna ! Lord ! Hosanna in the highest ! 4 But, chiefest, in our cleansed breast, Eternal, bid Thy Spirit rest; And make our secret soul to be A temple pure, and worthy Thee. Hosanna ! Lord ! Hosanna in the highest ! 5 So, in the last and dreadful day. When earth and heaven shall melt away, Thy flock, redeem' d from sinful stain, Shall swell the sound of praise again. Hosanna ! Lord ! Hosanna in the highest ! Reginald Heber, 1 8 il, ^^ Blessed is He that cometh in the na7ne of the Lord,''^ J L. M. 6 lines. OCOME, O come, Emanuel, And ransom captive Israel; That mourns in lowly exile here, Until the Son of God appear. Rejoice ! Rejoice ! Emanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel ! 2 O come. Thou Rod of Jesse, free Thine own from Satan's tyranny; From depths of hell Thy people save, And give them victory o'er the grave. Rejoice ! Rejoice ! Emanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel ! 3 O come. Thou Day-Spring, come and cheer Our spirits by Thine Advent here ; Disperse the gloomy clouds of night, And death's dark shadows put to flight. Rejoice ! Rejoice ! Emanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel 1 FIRST SUNDAY IN ADVENT. 4 O'come, Thou Key of David, come And open wide our heavenly home ; Make safe the way that leads on high And close the path to misery. Rejoice ! Rejoice ! Emanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel ! 5 O come, O come. Thou Lord of Might I Who to Thy tribes, on Sinai's height In ancient times dids't give the law, In cloud, and majesty, and awe. Rejoice ! Rejoice ! Emanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel ! Latin Hymn, 12th Century. Altered from J. M. Nealt. ** The night is far spent , the day is at hand. ' \ O'ER the distant mountains breaking, Comes the red'ning dawn of day: Rise, my soul, from sleep awaking. Rise and sing, and watch and pray : 'Tis thy Saviour, On His bright returning way. 2 O Thou long-expected, weary Waits my anxious soul for Thee: Life is dark, and earth is dreary. Where Thy light I do not see : O my Saviour, When wilt Thou return to me? 3 Long, too long in sin and sadness, Far away from Thee I pine, When, O when, shall I the gladness Of Thy Spirit feel in mine? O my Saviour, When shall I be wholly Thine? 4 Nearer is my soul's salvation. Spent the night, the day at hand; Keep me in my lonely station, Watching for Thee, till I stand, O my Saviour, In Thy bright and promised land. 5 With my lamp well-trimmed and burning Swift to hear, and slow to roam, T* FIRST SUNDAY IN ADVENT. Watching for Thy glad returning To restore me to my home: Come, my Saviour, O my Saviour, quickly come ! y. S. B. Monsell. '* Watchman! what of the night ?'^ 'js, 8 lines. WATCHMAN! tell us of the night, What its signs of promise are; Traveler! o'er yon mountain's height, See that glory-beaming star ! Watchman ! does its beauteous ray Aught of joy or hope foretell? Traveler ! yes ; it brings the day, Promised day of Israel : Watchman ! tell us of the night ; Higher yet that star ascends; Traveler ! blessedness and light. Peace and truth, its course portends; Watchman ! will its beams alone Gild the spot that gave them birth ? Traveler ! ages are its own ; See, it bursts o'er all the earth ! Watchman ! tell us of the night, For the morning seems to dawn ; Traveler ! darkness takes its flight. Doubt and terror are withdrawn ; Watchman ! let thy wanderings cease ; Hie thee to thy quiet home ! Traveler ! lo ! the Prince of peace, Lo ! the Son of God, is come ! yokn Bowring, 1825, *^For now is our salvation nearer than when we believeiV^ g L. M. 8 lines. GOD bless the calm and holy cheer That ushers in the Christian year ; And, whatsoe'er of gloom or shade Season or sorrow may Ixave made, Lifts us, with its mysterious power, Out of the dark and dying hour, Into the lights which ever play Round children of th' Eternal Day. SECOND SUNDAY IN ADVENT. Blest Advent of our ling' ring Lord ! How high the hope, how sure the word, That thus, with every year's return, Makes our dull hearts within us burn For that long-sought and promised day, When '' heaven and earth shall pass away," And Christ from highest heav'ns shall come To take His waiting people home. Since childhood's early hours, our eyes Have watch' d the East for red'ning skies! Year after year has Advent brought Nearer to us the Prize we sought ; But still it lingers — O that we Were more prepared to welcome Thee ! Thine Advent, with its angel throng. Would not be tarrying. Lord, so long. J. S. B. Monsell, 1857. SECOND SUNDAY IN ADVENT. o *^And there shall be signs m the stm, and in the moon, and in the stars y CM. 8 lines. ,NCE more, O Lord, Thy sign shall be _ Upon the heavens displayed. And earth and its inhabitants Be terribly afraid : For, not in weakness clad. Thou com'st. Our woes, our sins to bear. But girt with all Thy Father's might, His judgment to declare. The terrors of that awful day, O who can understand ? Or who abide, when Thou in wrath Shalt lift Thy holy hand ? The earth shall quake, the sea shall roar, The sun in heaven grow pale ; But Thou hast sworn, and wilt not change, Thy faithful shall not fail. 3 Then grant us, Saviour, so to pass Our time in trembling here. 8 SECOND SUNDAY IN ADVENT. That when upon the clouds of heaven Thy glory shall appear, Uplifting high our joyful heads In triumph we may rise, And enter, with Thine angel train, Thy palace in the skies. George W. Doane. ^^And then shall they see the Son of Man coming in a cloud with power and great glo7y. ' ' LO ! He comes, with clouds descending, Once for favored sinners slain J Thousand thousand saints attending Swell the triumph of His train : Hallelujah ! God appears, on earth to reign ! 2 Every eye shall now behold Him, Robed in dreadful majesty; Those who set at naught and sold Him, Pierced, and nailed Him to the tree, Deeply wailing, Shall the true Messiah see. 3 Every island, sea, and mountain, Heaven and earth shall flee away ; All who hate Him must, confounded. Hear the trump proclaim the day ; Come to judgment ! Come to judgment, come away ! 4 Now Redemption, long expected. See in solemn pomp appear ! All His saints, by man rejected. Now shall meet Him in the air : Hallelujah ! See the day of God appear ! 5 Answer Thine own Bride and Spirit ! f Hasten, Lord, the general doom ; The new heav'n and earth t' inherit Take Thy pining exiles home; All creation Travails, groans, and bids Thee come ! 6 Yea, Amen ! let all adore Thee, High on Thine eternal throne : SECOND SUNDAY IN ADVENT. Saviour, take the power and glory ; Claim the kingdom for Thine own ; O come quickly, Everlasting God, come down. Charles Wesley and yohn Cemtick. Altered by M. Madan. '^A light to lighten the Gentiles ^ 8J-, Is. LIGHT of those whose dreary dwelling Borders on the shades of death ! Come, and, by Thy love's revealing, Dissipate the clouds beneath. 2 Still we wait for Thine appearing ; Life and joy Thy beams impart, Chasing all our fears, and cheering Every poor benighted heart. 3 Save us in Thy great compassion, O Thou mild, pacific Prince ! Give the knowledge of salvation. Give the pardon of our sins; 4 By Thine all-sufficient merit, Every burdened soul release ; Every weary, wandering spirit Guide into Thy perfect peace. Charles Wesley, 1744. ^^ Praise the Lord, all ye Gentiles ^ 10 ^'^ V- HAIL, Thou source of every blessing. Sovereign Father of mankind, Gentiles now. Thy grace possessing, In Thy courts admission find. 2 Gratefully we bend before Thee, In Thy Church obtain a place, Now, by faith, behold Thy glory. Praise Thy truth and sing Thy grace. 3 Hail, Thou ever-blessed Saviour ; Gentiles now their offerings bring, In Thy temple seek Thy favor, Worship Thee their Lord and King. 4 May we all, sincere in spirit. Live devoted to Thy praise, lO • THIRD SUNDAY IN ADVENT. Glorious realms of bliss inherit, Grateful anthems ever raise. ^^ And I saw the dead, sinall and great stafid before God.''* "1 "I German Choral. C"^ REAT God, what do I see and hear ? X The end of things created : The Judge of all men doth appear On clouds of glory seated : The trumpet sounds, the graves restore The dead which they contained before ; Prepare, my soul, to meet Him. 2 The dead in Christ are first to rise At that last trumpet's sounding; Caught up to meet Him in the skies. With joy their Lord surrounding ; No gloomy fears their souls dismay ; His presence sheds eternal day On those prepared to meet Him. 3 The ungodly, filled with guilty fears, Behold His wrath prevailing ; In woe they rise, but all their tears And sighs are unavailing. The day of grace is past and gone ; Trembling they stand before His Throne, All unprepared to meet Him. 4 Great Judge, to Thee our prayers we pour, In deep abasement bending ! O shield us through that last dread hour, Thy wondrous love extending ; May we, in this our trial day. With faithful hearts Thy word obey. And thus prepare to meet Thee. Ba7'tholoinew Ringwaldt, 1585. Trans. IV. B. Collyer (1812) and others. THIRD SUNDAY IN ADVENT. ^^ Behold, I send 7ny messe?iger before thy face.** 12 L. M. |N Jordan's bank the Baptist's cry _ Announces that the Lord is nigh : Awake, and hearken, for he brings Glad tidings of the Kmg of kings. o 13 THIRD SUNDAY IN ADVENT. II 2 Earth, air and sea, with joy elate, For their Creator's Advent wait ; The very elements rejoice, And welcome Him with cheerful voice. 3 We, too, will greet our coming God ; And cleanse our hearts, and smooth the road ; And make within a place of rest. Meet home for such a royal Guest. 4 For Thou art our salvation. Lord, Our refuge, and our great reward : Without Thy aid, like withering grass, Man into nothingness must pass. 5 To heal the sick stretch forth Thine hand, And bid the fallen sinner stand ; Reveal Thy face, and joy restore, And make earth paradise once more. Latin Hymn. Trattslated by J. Chandler. ^^The blind receive their sight, and the lame walk.^^ C. M. HARK the glad sound! the Saviour comes! The Saviour promised long ! Let every heart prepare a throne, And every voice a song. 2 On Him the Spirit largely poured, Exerts His sacred fire ; Wisdom and might, and zeal and love. His holy breast inspire. 3 He comes, the prisoners to release. In Satan's bondage held ; The gates of brass before Him burst, The iron fetters yield. 4 He comes, from thickest films of vice To clear the mental ray. And on the eye-balls of the blind To pour celestial day. 5 He comes, the broken heart to bind, The bleeding soul to cure ; And with the treasures of His grace T' enrich the humble poor. 12 THIRD SUNDAY IN ADVENT. 6 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace, Thy welcome shall proclaim ; And heav'n's eternal arches ring With Thy beloved name. Philip Doddridge, ^^O let the nations be glad and sing for joy.' ^ C. M. JOY to the world, the Lord is come ! Let earth receive her King ; Let every heart prepare Him room, And heav'n and nature sing. Joy to the earth, the Saviour reigns ; Let men their songs employ ; While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains, Repeat the sounding joy. No more let sins and sorrows grow, Nor thorns infest the ground : He comes to make His blessings flow Far as the curse is found. He rules the world with truth and grace, And makes the nations prove The glories of His righteousness. And wonders of His love. Isaac Watts, 1709. ^^ All the ends of the earth shall see the salvation of our God.^* 15 S. M. COME, Kingdom of our God, Sweet reign of life and love. Shed peace, and hope, and joy abroad And wisdom from above. 2 Over our spirits first Extend Thy healing reign ; Then raise and quench the sacred thirst That never pains again. 3 Come, Kingdom of our God, And make the broad earth Thine, Stretch o'er her land and isles the rod That flow'rs with grace divine. 4 Soon may all tribes be blest With fruit ^rom life's glad tree : FOURTH SUNDAY IN ADVENT. ^S G And in its shade like brothers rest, Sons of one family. Come, Kingdom of our God, And raise Thy glorious throne In worlds by the undying trod, When God shall bless His own. yo/ms {Lyr. Ajner. 1865). *' Therefore, Judge notJmig befoi-e the time, until the Lord come:' CM. OD moves in a mysterious way _J His wonders to perform; He plants His footsteps in the sea. And rides upon the storm. 2 Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up His bright designs, And works His sov' reign will. 3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ; The clouds ye so much dread. Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. 4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. 5 His purposes will ripen fast. Unfolding 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. William Cowper, '^77^* FOURTH SUNDAY IN ADVENT. ^'I am the voice of one crying in the wilderness:* 17 8x, 7J-. HARK ! a thrilling voice proclaiming. Sounds aloud the coming light. 14 FOURTH SUNDAY IN ADVENT. « From the heav'ns, brightly gleaming, Christ shall chase away the night. 2 Souls, immersed in sin, and torpid, Wounded by its venom' d stings, Now shall rise : for lo ! the Day-Star Comes with healing in His wings. 3 From on high, the Lamb, commissioned To remove our guilt, appears: Let us all, to gain His pardon Pray with penitential tears — 4 That, when at His second Advent, Clouds of glory mark His path, And the world in fiery deluge Sinks beneath His dreadful wrath ; — 5 We may not for sins be driven Exiles into endless doom. But, beneath His strong protection Sheltered, reach eternal Home. Ambrose. Translated by E. E. Higbee. *^ Repent ye^ for the kifigdom of heaven is at hand.'^ H. M. O ! from the desert homes Where He hath hid so long, The new Elias comes In sternest wisdom strong ; The voice that cries — of Christ from high And judgment nigh, from opening skies. 2 Your God e'en now doth stand At heaven's opening door. His fan is in His hand. And He will purge His floor ; The wheat He claims, and with Him stows. The chaff He throws, to quenchless flames. 3 Ye haughty mountains, bow Your sky-aspiring heads; Ye valleys, hiding low. Lift up your gentle meads ; Make His way plain, your King before. For evermore — He comes to reign. 4 May Thy dread voice around, Thou harbinger of Light, L' FOURTH SUNDAY IN ADVENT. I 5 On our dull ears still sound, Lest here we sleep in night, Till judgment come, and on our path Shall burst the wrath, and deathless doom. 5 O God, with love's sweet might Who dost anoint and arm Thy soldiers for the fight With grace that shields from harm, Thrice blessed Three, heav'n's endless days Shall sing Thy praise eternally. Latin Hymn. Translated by Isaac Williams. ' ' The Lord is at hand. ' * '\Q L. M. 6 lines. COME, quickly come, dread Judge of all ; For, awful though Thine Advent be, All shadows from the trutli will fall. And falsehood die, in sight of Thee : Come, quickly come : for doubt and fear Like clouds dissolve when Thou art near. 2 Come, quickly come, great King of all \ Reign all around us, and within ; Let sin no more our souls enthral. Let pain and sorrow die with sin : Come, quickly come : for Thou alone Canst make Thy scattered people one. 3 Come, quickly come, true Life of all ; The curse of death is on the ground ; On every home his shadows fall. On every heart his mark is found : Come, quickly come : for grief and pain Can never cloud Thy glorious reign. 4 Come, quickly come, sure Light of all. For gloomy night broods o'er our way; And fainting souls begin to fall With weary watching for the day : Come, quickly come : for round Thy throne No eye is blind, no night is known. iMwrence Tuttieit. 1 6 FOURTH SUNDAY IN ADVENT. ' ' To give light to them that sit in darkness, and in the shadow of death. ' ' 20 ^- ^^• OVERY God of very God, And very Light of Light, Whose feet this earth's dark valley trod. That so it might be bright ; 2 Our hopes are weak, our fears are strong. Thick darkness blinds our eyes ; Cold is the night, and oh ! we long That Thou, our Sun, would 'st rise. 3 And even now, though dull and grey. The east is bright' ning fast. And kindling to the perfect day. That never shall be past. 4 Oh, guide us till our path is done. And we have reached the shore Where Thou, our, Everlasting Sun, Art shining evermore. 5 We wait in faith, and turn our face To where the daylight springs. Till Thou shalt come our gloom to chase, With healing on Thy wings. J. M. Neale, 21 " We have waited for Him, and He will save ttsJ*^ L. M. WHEN shades of night around us close. And weary limbs in sleep repose. The faithful soul awake may be, And longing sigh, O Lord, to Thee. 2 Thou true Desire of nations, hear ; Thou Word of God, Thou Saviour dear, In pity heed our humble cries, And bid at length the fallen rise. 3 O come. Redeemer, come and free Thine own from guilt and misery ; The gates of heaven again unfold. Which Adam's sin had closed of old. Latin Hymn. Hymns A. dr' M. FOURTH SUNDAY IN ADVENT. 1 7 ** IVJien the fullness of time was come, God sent forth His Sofiy made of a woman. ' ' ^ L. M. COME, Thou Redeemer of the earth, Come, testify Thy Virgin-birth : All lands admire, all times applaud ; Thy wondrous birth proclaims Thee God. 2 The Word made flesh His race began, Begotten of no mortal man. But of the Holy Spirit's might, A Babe yet waiting for the light. 3 Forth from the Father's bosom sent, Down to the realms of death He went, To Him returned — He claimed His own, And rose to share th' eternal throne. 4 And there with God the Father One, He wears forever on the throne The Flesh in which He fought, to be The trophy of His victory. 5 O.hear our prayer. Eternal Son, Made flesh to be our Champion ! The weakness of our mortal state With deathless might invigorate. 6 Thy cradle here shall glitter bright. And darkness breathe a newer light. Where endless faith shall shine serene. And twilight never intervene. Latin Hymn, 6tk Centtiry. Translation CotnpiUd. '^ Even SO y Come, Lord Jesus. '^ L. M. JESUS, Thy Church with longing eyes For Thine expected coming waits. When will the promised light arise, And glory beam from Zion's gates? O come and reign o'er every land ; Let Satan from his throne be hurled, All nations bow to Thy command. And grace revive a dying world. *: B 23 1 8 CHRISTMAS-DAY. 3 Teach us, in watchfulness and prayer, To wait for the appointed hour; And fit us, by Thy grace, to share The triumphs of Tliy conq'ring power. lV7n. H. Bathurst. CHRISTMAS-DAY. ^^ Glory to God in the highest, and on earth, peace, good-will toward men. ' ' 24 7s. HARK ! the herald-angels sing Glory to the new-born King : Peace on earth, and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled. 2 Joyful, all ye nations, rise, Join the triumph of the skies ; With th' angelic host proclaim Christ is born in Bethlehem. 3 Christ, by highest heav'n adored, Christ, the everlasting Lord, Late in time behold Him come, Offspring of a Virgin's womb. 4 Veiled in flesh the Godhead see ! Hail, th' incarnate Deity ! Pleased as Man with man to dwell, Jesus, our Immanuel. 5 Hail, the heaven-born Prince of Peace ! Hail, the Sun of Righteousness ! Light and life to all He brings, Ris'n with healing in His wings. 6 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. Charles Wesley. ^^Unto you is born this day, in the city of David-, a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. ' ' 25 c- M. WHILE shepherds watched their flocks by night. All seated on the ground, ■ CHRISTMAS-DAY. jq The angel of the Lord came down, And glory shone around. 2 ''Fear not," said he; (for mighty dread Had seized their troubled mind ; ) "Glad tidings of great joy I bring To you and all mankind. 3 "To you, in David's town, this day Is born of David's line The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord ; And this shall be the sign.. 4 "The heav'nly Babe you there shall find To human view displayed. All meanly wrapt in swathing bands, And in a manger laid." 5 Thus spake the Seraph ; and forthwith Appeared a shining throng Of angels, praising God, and thus Address' d their joyful song. 6 "All glory be to God on high. And to the earth be peace ; Good-will henceforth from heav'n to men Begin, and never cease ! ' ' Nahum Tate, 1696. ^^And suddenly there was with the Angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God^ 8i", 7J-. HARK ! what mean those holy voices, Sweetly sounding through the skies? Lo ! th' angelic host rejoices, Heav'nly hallelujahs rise. 2 Listen to the wondrous story, Which they chant in hymns of joy ; "Glory in the highest, glory! Glory be to God most high ! 3 "Peace on earth, good will from heaven, Reaching far as man is found ; Souls redeemed, and sins forgiven, Loud our golden harps shall sound. 4 "Christ is born, the great Anointed ; Heav'n and earth His praises sing! 20 CHRISTMAS-DAY. O receive whom God appointed For your Prophet, Priest, and King. 5 "Hasten, mortals, to adore Him; Learr/His name, and taste His joy Till in heaven ye sing before Him, Glory be to God most high ! ' ' John Cawood, 1825. *^And let all the angels of God worship Hwi. ' ' L. M. WHEN Jordan hushed his waters still. And silence slept on Zion's hill; When Bethlehem's shepherds through the night Watched o'er their flocks by starry light; 2 Hark ! from the midnight hills around A voice of more than mortal sound, In distant Alleluias stole, Wild murm'ring o'er the raptured soul. 3 Then swift to every startled eye. New streams of glory light the sky, Heav'n bursts her azure gates, to pour Her Spirits to the midnight hour. 4 On wheels of light, on wings of flame. The glorious hosts of Zion came ; High heav'n with songs of triumph rang. While loud they struck their harps and sang. 5 O Zion ! lift thy raptured eye, The long-expected hour is nigh. The joys of nature rise again. The Prince of Salem comes to reign. 6 He comes ! to cheer the trembling heart ; Bid Satan and his wiles depart : Again the day-star gilds the gloom, Again the bowers of Eden bloom ! 7 O Zion ! lift Thy raptured eye, The long-expected hour is nigh. Sing praises, with the angel host, To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Thomas Campbell, 1820. CHRISTMAS-DAY. 21 *' Break forth info Joy, sing together, ye waste places of Jerusalem. ' ' 28 II"^? II-^J 1 2 J, Hi", I ox, lOJ". ZION ! the marvellous story be telling ; The Son of the Highest, how lowly His birth ! The brightest archangel in glory excelling. He stoops to redeem thee, He reigns upon earth. Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing, Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King. 2 Tell how He cometh : from nation to nation. The heart-cheering news let the earth echo round ; How free to the faithful He offers salvation, His people with joy everlasting are crown'd. Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing, Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King. 3 Mortals, your homage be gratefully bringing. And sweet let the gladsome hosanna arise ; Ye angels, the full hallelujah be singing. One chorus resound through the earth and the skies. Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing, Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King. Win. A. Muhlenberg. ' ^Let us go now even unto Bethlehem and see this thing which has co7ne to pass.^ 29 ^2x, I IX, I IX, 7x, yx, I ox. DRAW nigh, all ye faithful, joyous and triumphant, And greet ye at Bethlehem the Babe, the Word ! In lowly manger lies the King of angels ! O come let us adore Him, O come let us adore Him, O come let us adore Him, Christ the Lord ! 2 God of God Almighty, Light of Light Eternal, Thou hast not, O Christ, The Virgin's womb abhorred: Very God of Very God, begotten not created : O come let us adore Him, &c. 3 Shout Alleluia, all ye choirs of angels, Rejoice, heav'nly citizens, with glad accord. Glory to God ! to God on high be gjory, O come let us adore Him, &c. 2 2 CHRISTMAS-DAY. 4 Here, Lord ! we would greet Thee, born this happy morning, O Jesus ! for ever be Thy Name adored, Word of the Father, now for us Incarnate ! O come let us adore Him, &c. Latin Hymn. XV. Century. Trans, f *^The Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us.^^ L. M. O CHRIST, Redeemer of our race. Thou Brightness of the Father's face, Of Him and with Him ever One, Ere times and seasons had begun ; 2 Thou that art very Light of Light, Unfailing Hope in sin's dark night. Hear Thou the prayers Thy people pray The wide world o'er, this blessed day. 3 Remember, Thou, who all didst make. How, for Thy fallen creatures' sake, Thou, in the Holy Virgin's womb. Didst our humanity assume. 4 To-day, as year by year its light Sheds o'er the world a radiance bright. One precious truth is echoed on, **'Tis Thou hast saved us. Thou alone." 5 Thou from the Father's throne didst come To call His banished children home ; And heav'n and earth, and sea and shore His love who sent Thee here adore. 6 And gladsome too are we to-day, Whose guilt Thy blood has washed away ; Redeemed, the new-made song we sing; It is the birthday of our King. Latin Hymn, 6tk Centtiry. H. W. Baker, &> E. CaawalU ''In the Lord shall all the seed of Israel be justified , and shall glory. ' ' C. M. HIGH let us swell our tuneful notes. And join th' angelic throng ; The angels no such love have known As we, to wake their song. CHRISTMAS-DAY. 23 2 Good will to sinful man is shown, And peace on earth is given ; For, lo ! th' incarnate Saviour comes With messages from heav'n. 3 Justice and grace, with sweet accord, His rising beams adorn : Let heaven and earth in concert join, *'The promis'd Child is born." 4 Glory to God in highest strains By highest worlds is paid ; Be glory then by us proclaimed, And by our lives displayed. ' 5 When shall we reach those blissful realms, Where Christ exalted reigns, And learn of the celestial choir Their own immortal strains? Doddridge, 1740. ^^The redeemed of the Lord shall return, and come with singini unto Ziony Zs, "js, 8 lines, O more sadness now, nor fasting: Now we put our grief away : God came down, the Everlasting, Taking human flesh, to-day. God came down on earth a Stranger, Working out His mighty plan ', God was cradled in a manger, •Very God, and very Man. There were shepherds once abiding In the field to watch by night, And they saw the clouds dividing. And the sky above was bright ; And a glory shone around them On the grass as they were laid ; And a holy angel found them. And their hearts were sore afraid. ''Fear ye not," he said ; ''for cheerful Are the tidings that I bring. Unto you, so weak and fearful, Christ is born, the Lord and King.'* As the angel told the story Of the Saviour's lowly birth. Multitudes were singing "Glory Be to God, and peace on earth ! '* N 24 ST. STEPHEN S DAY. 4 Since Thy love for our salvation, Saviour, covered Thee with shame, Let Thy Church, in every nation. Sing the glory of Thy Name ', Let Thy Holy Spirit make us Full of humbleness and love. Like Thyself, until Thou take us To our Father's house above. yno. M. Neale, *' And the light shineth in darkness ^ L. M. 8 lines, WHEN marshaled on the nightly plain The glittering host bestud the sky. One star alone, of all the train. Can fix the sinner's wandering eye : Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks. From every host, from every gem ; But one alone the Saviour speaks ; It is the Star of Bethlehem. Once on the raging seas I rode ; The storm was loud, the night was dark; The ocean yawned, and rudely blowed The wind, that tossed my foundering bark : Deep horror then my vitals froze ; Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem ; When suddenly a star arose ; It was the Star of Bethlehem. It was my guide, my light, my all ; It bade my dark forebodings cease ; And, thro' the storm, and danger's thrall, It led me to the port of peace : Now, safely moored, my perils o'er, I'll sing, first in night's diadem, For ever and for ever more, The Star — the Star of Bethlehem. Henry Kirke White, 1804. ST. STEPHEN'S DAY. ^^The noble army of martyrs praise Thee."** O^L 7-^j ^^^ ^ lines. T;7R0M all Thy saints in warfare, t^ For all Thy saints at rest, ST. STEPHEN S DAY. 2^ To Thee, O blessed Jesus, All praises be address' d. Thou, Lord, didst win the battle, That they might conqu'rors be ; Their crowns of living glory Are lit with rays from Thee. 2 Praise for the first of martyrs. Who saw Thee ready stand To aid in midst of torments, To plead at God's right hand. Share we with Him, if summon' d By death our Lord to own, On earth the faithful witness, In heaven the martyr crown. 3 Apostles, prophets, martyrs. And all the sacred throng, Who wear the spotless raiments, Who raise the ceaseless song ; For these, pass'd on before us, Saviour, we Thee adore. And, walking in their footsteps, Would serve Thee evermore. 4 Then praise we God, the Father, And praise we God, the Son, And God the Holy Spirit, Eternal Three in One ; Till all the ransom 'd number Fall down before the throne. And honor, power, and glory Ascribe to God alone. Ear/ Nelson, ** We rejoice before Thee hi the blessed cominunion of all Thy saints. ' ' 35 s. M. FOR Thy true servants, Lord, Who strove in Thee to live. Who follow' d Thee, obeyed, adored. Our grateful hymn receive. 2 For Thy true servants, Lord, Who strove in Thee to die. And found in Thee a full reward. Accept our thankful cry. 26 ST. Stephen's day. 3 Thine earthly members fit To join Thy saints above, In one communion ever knit, One fellowship of love. 4 Jesus, Thy name we bless, And humbly pray that we May follow them in holiness Who lived and died for Thee. Altered fro7n Richard Mant, 1849. P *^Be thou faithful unto death, aud I will give thee a crown of life. Qg 2>s, ^s, 8 lines. iRAISE to Thee, O Lord most Holy, _ King of earth, and sea, and sky ; Be Thy name adored solely For each martyr's victory. Let the voice of praise and blessing Evermore to Thee ascend, For Thy glories everlasting, For Thy mercies without end. 2 For the saints of every nation, Who with joy their blood outpoured ; Gave themselves a pure obLition In the service of their Lord ; Who, in life and death undaunted. By their faith the world o'ercame ; Scorned alike its pleasures vaunted, And its doom of sword and flame. 3 Fearless, though by foes surrounded, Threats and bribes unmoved they heard; And the hearts of kings confounded By the Truth's soul-piercing word. Therefore heav'n's bright crown of laurel Decks each calm and sainted brow ; Therefore clothed in white apparel With the Lamb they triumph now. 4 In His sacred footsteps treading They His glorious throne will share; And with anthems never ending Praise Him in heav'n's mansions fair. ST. JOHN THE EVANGELIST S " DAY. 27 In our joyful celebration Of the martyr host above, May our hearts' deep adoration Mingle with their songs of love. H. M. C. in Hymnary, ST. JOHN the EVANGELIST'S DAY. A" ''/, Joh7i, was in the isle called Patmos, for the word of God, and for the testimony of Jesus Christ. ' ' S. M. N exile for the faith Of his Incarnate Lord, Beyond the stars, beyond all space The loved disciple soared : 2 There saw in glory Him Who liveth and was dead ; There Judah's Lion and the Lamb That for our ransom bled ; 3 There of the kingdom learnt The mysteries sublime ; How, sown in martyrs' blood, the faith Should spread from clime to clime. 4 Lord, give us grace, like him, In Thee to live and die ; To spurn the fleeting things of earth, And seek for joys on high. Latin Hymn. Altered from E. CaswalV s Trans. ^^The disciple whom Jesus loved.' ^ L. M. THOU, who gav'st Thy servant grace On Thee the living rock to rest. To look on Thine unveiled face. And lean on Thy protecting breast ; Grant us, O King of mercy, still To feel Thy presence from above, And in Thy word and in Thy will To hear Thy voice and know Thy love; o o 28 ST. JOHN THE EVANGELIST'S DAY. 3 And when the toils of life are done, And nature waits Thy just decree, To find our rest beneath Thy throne. And look in certain hope to Thee. Reginald Heber, * ' The love of Christ, which passeth knowledge. ' ' 39 _ C. p. M. LOVE divine, how sweet thou art ! When shall I find my willing heart All taken up by thee? I thirst, I faint, I die to prove The greatness of redeeming love. The love of Christ to me ! 2 O that I could, with favor' d John, Recline my weary head upon The dear Redeemer's breast! From care, and sin, and sorrow free, Give me, O Lard, to find in Thee My everlasting rest ! 3 Only Thy love do I require, Nothing on earth below desire. But this in heav'n above; Let earth, and heav'n, and all things go, Give me Thy only love to know, Impart to me Thy love. Charles Wesley. *'Who is he that overcometh the world, but he that believeth thai Jesus is the So7i of God, 40 _ L. M. J OT by the martyr's death alone The martyr's crown in heav'n is won: There is a triumph set on high For bloodless fields of victory. 2 What though he was not called to feel The cross, or flame, or torturing wheel, Yet daily to the world he died, His flesh, through grace, he crucified. 3 What though nor chains, nor scourges sore, Nor cruel beasts his members tore, Enough if perfect love arise To Christ a grateful sacrifice. N THE innocents' DAY. 29 4 When self-control the flesh subdues, And faith the wayward soul imbues, Love, with her torch-light from the skies, Shall fire the holy sacrifice. 5 Lord, grant us so to Thee to turn. That we to die through life may learn ; And when this fleeting life is o'er May live with Thee for evermore. Latin Hymn. Tratislation Compiled. THE INNOCENTS' DAY. 'These were redeemed from among men, being the first fruits unt0 God, and to the Lamb. ' ' S. M. GLORY to Thee, O Lord, Who from this world of sin, By cruel Herod's ruthless sword Those precious ones didst win. 2 Baptized in their own blood, Earth's untried perils o'er, They passed unconsciously the flood, And safely gained the shore. 3 Glory to Thee for all The ransomed infant band. Who since that hour have heard Thy call, And reached the quiet land. 4 Oh that our hearts within. Like theirs, were pure and bright ! Oh that as free from deeds of sin We shrank not from Thy sight ! 5 Lord, help us every hour Thy cleansing grace to claim ; In life to glorify Thy power. In death to praise Thy name. Emma Toke. 3* 30 FIRST SUNDAY AFTER CHRISTMAS. FIRST SUNDAY AFTER CHRISTMAS. ^^ Conceived by the Holy Ghost, horn of the Virgin Mary.''* L. M. 6 tines. OCOME, loud anthems let us sing ; Come, praise the birth of Christ our King : Let all the hosts of heav'n rejoice, And praise Him both with heart and voice : Sing ye, from greatest unto least, Our blest Redeemer's marriage feast. See, o'er the earth new light is shed, And all the ancient gloom is fled ; God's grace descending open throws The courts that sin of old did close ; For Mary, Virgin undeliled, Folds in her arms the new-born Child. 'Twas hers upon her breast to rear Him, who alone man's guilt may bear, To whom, o'er all in earth and heaven, The rod of might and power is given, To whom from earth's remotest ends The voice of prayer and praise ascends. So we, in lowly homage bent. Our tribute due of love present; Beseeching Him with pitying eye To look on us His family. To fill our hearts with plenteous peace. And bid all wars and tumults cease. And then when all our course is run, And sorrows ended, task-work done. Then may He lead us there, where sin And sorrow never enter in ; Where He at God's right hand is throned. As Lord and King for ever owned. There, as in His surpassing might, Things far and near He orders right ; He on the just their portion blest Bestows, the chiefest and the best, Where shines the light on that blest shore, Our joy, our peace for evermore. E. H. Plumptre, FIRST SUNDAY AFTER CHRISTMAS. 3 1 ^^ Blessed be the Lord God of Israel : for He hath visited and redee77ied His people. ' ' AIL ! Thou long-expected Jesus, Born to set Thy people free ; From our fears and sins release us; Let us find our rest in Thee. H 2 Israel's strength and consolation, Hope of all the earth 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 for ever. 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. Charles Wesley, 1744. Behold, a Virgin shall be with child, and shall bring forth a Sony S. M. EHOLD ! the grace appears. The promise is fulfilled ; Mary, the wondrous virgin, bears, And Jesus is the Child. B 2 The Lord, the highest God, Calls Him His only Son ; He bids Him rule the lands abroad, And gives Him David's throne. 3 O'er Jacob shall He reign With a peculiar sway; The nations shall His grace obtain, His kingdom ne'er decay. 4 To bring the glorious news, A heavenly form appears; He tells the shepherds of their joys, And banishes their fears : 32 SECOND SUNDAY AFTER CHRISTMAS. 5 "Glory to God on high! And heavenly peace on earth, Good will to men, to angels joy, At the Redeemer's birth." 6 In worship so divine Let saints employ their tongues ; With the celestial hosts we join, And loud repeat their songs. Isaac Watts, 1707. * ' The Prhice of peace. ' ' S. M. FATHER ! our hearts we lift Up to Thy gracious throne, And thank Thee for the precious gift Of Thine incarnate Son. 2 Jesus, the holy Child, Doth, by His birth, declare, That God and man are reconciled, And one in Him we are. 3 A peace on earth He brings, Which never more shall end ; The Lord of hosts, the King of kings, Declares Himself our Friend. 4 Oh ! may we all receive The new-born Prince of peace ; And meekly in His spirit live, And in His love increase. Charles Wesley, 1745. SECOND SUNDAY AFTER CHRISTMAS. ^^ And in His temple doth every one speak of His glory. '*^ .@ Sj-, yj-, 6 lines. IN His temple now behold Him, See the long-expected Lord ; Ancient prophets had foretold Him, God has now fulfilled His word. Now to praise Him His redeemM Shall break forth with one accord. 47 SECOND SUNDAY AFTER CHRISTMAS. 33 2 In the arms of her who bore Him, Virgin pure, behold Him lie, While His aged saints adore Him Ere in perfect faith they die. Hallelujah ! Hallelujah ! Lo ! th' Incarnate God most high. 3 Jesus, by Thy presentation. Thou who cam' St in lowly mien, Make us see our great salvation. Make our hearts all pure within. O present us in Thy glory To Thy Father pure and clean. Johann Scheffler. {Aug^elus Sz/eszus.) ^^ Blessed are the pure tfi heart, for they shall see God.'''' S. M. BLEST are the pure in heart, For they shall see our God : The secret of the Lord is theirs. Their soul is Christ's abode. 2 The Lord, who left the heav'ns Our life and peace to bring. To dwell in lowliness with men. Their Pattern and their King : 3 He to the lowly soul Doth still Himself impart. And for His dwelling and His throne Chooseth the pure in heart. 4 Lord, we Thy presence seek ! May ours this blessing be : Give us a pure and lowly heart, A temple meet for Thee. John Keble, 1819 '' Verily He took not on Hhn the stature of angels : but He took on Him the seed of Abraham ^ S. M. E saints, proclaim abroad The honors of your King; To Jesus, your Incarnate God, Your songs of praises sing. Y 34 SECOND SUNDAY AFTER CHRISTMAS. 2 Not angels round the throne Of majesty above, Are half so much obliged as we, To our'Immanuel's love. 3 They never sank so low, They are not raised so high ; They never knew such depths of wo, Such heights of majesty : 4 The Saviour did not join Their nature to His own ; For them He shed no blood divine, Nor breathed a single groan. 5 May we with angels vie, The Saviour to adore ; Our debts are greater far than theirs, O be our praises more ! Jno. Ryland, ''JTow amiable are Thy tabernacles , O Lord of hosts. '^ H. M. LORD of the worlds above ! How pleasant and how fair, The dwellings of Thy love, Thine earthly temples are ! To Thine abode my heart aspires. With warm desires, to see my God. 2 O happy souls that pray Where God appoints to hear ! O happy men that pay Their constant service there ! They praise Thee still ; and happy they That love the way to Zion's hill. 3 They go from strength to strength, Through this dark vale of tears. Till each arrives at length, Till each in heaven appears ; O glorious seat, when God our King, Shall thither bring our willing feet ! 4 God is our sun and shield, Our light and our defence ; With gifts His hands are filled. We draw our blessings thence : He shall bestow on Jacob's race Peculiar grace and glory too. J THE CIRCUMCISION OF CHRIST. 35 5 The Lord His people loves; His hand no good withholds From those His heart approves, — From pure and pious souls. Thrice happy He, O God of hosts. Whose spirit trusts alone in Thee ! Isaac Watts, 171,9. ''Lord, now lettest Thou Thy servant depart in peace, for mine eyes have seen Thy salvation. C. M. ESUS ! I love Thy charming name. ' 'Tis music to mine ear ; Fain would I sound it out so loud. That earth and heaven might hear. 2 Yes, Thou art precious to my soul, My Transport and my Trust ; Jewels to Thee, are gaudy toys, And gold is sordid dust. 3 All my capacious powers can wish, In Thee doth richly meet ; Not to mine eyes is life so dear. Nor friendship half so sweet. 4 Thy grace still dwells upon my heart, And sheds its fragrance there ; The noblest balm of all its wounds, The cordial of its care. 5 I'll speak the honors of Thy name, With my last laboring breath ; Then, speechless, clasp Thee in mine arms, The antidote of death. Philip Doddridge, 1740. 51 THE CIRCUMCISION OF CHRIST. '' Without shedding of blood is no r emission y C. M. THY blood, O Christ, hath made our peace: Not only that, whereby The ground of Calvary was stained. When Thou wert hung on high ; 36 THE CIRCUMCISION OF CHRIST. 2 Not only that, which in Thine hour Of fear and agony, Distilled upon Thy trembling frame In dark Gethsemane : 3 But that shed from Thee, when at first In childhood Thou didst deign Thus to endure for sinful man The legal rite of pain. 4 And as with suffering and with Thee Our yearly course begins; So teach us to renounce the flesh And put away our sins ; 5 That in the Israel of Thy Church We may not lose our part : In spirit and in body pure, And circumcised in heart. Henry Alford, 1845. 52 ^^And when eight days were accomplished for the circumcising of the Child ^ His na7ne was called Jesus. ' ' S. M. THE ancient law departs And all its terrors cease ; For Jesus makes with faithful hearts A covenant of peace. 2 The Light of Light divine, True Brightness undefiled, He bears for us the . shame of sin, A holy, spotless Child. 3 To-day the Name is Thine, At which we bend the knee ; They call Thee Jesus, Child Divine ! Our Jesus deign to be. Latin Hymn. Hymns A. 6^ M. '^Thy name is an ointment poured out. ^"^ 53 c. M. HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear ! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. THE CIRCUMCISION OF CHRIST. 37 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, And cahiiS the troubled breast ; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary rest. 3 Dear name ! the rock on which I build. My shield and hiding-place ; My never-failing treas'ry, filled With boundless stores of grace. 4 Jesus ! my Shepherd, Husband, Friend ! My Prophet, Priest, and King! My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End ! Accept the praise I bring. 5 Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought ; But when I see Thee as Thou art, I'll praise Thee as I ought. 6 Till then I would Thy love proclaim With every fleeting breath ; And may the music of Thy name Refresh my soul in death. John Newton, 1779. ''^For there is none other name under heaven given among meUf whereby we must be saved. Ss, ']s, 6 tines. *0 the Name of our salvation _ Honor, worship, thanks, we pay; Which, for many a generation Hid in God's foreknowledge lay, But with holy exultation We may sing aloud to-day. Jesus is the Name we treasure, Name beyond what words can tell ; Name of gladness. Name of pleasure, Ear and heart delighting well ; Name of sweetness, passing measure, Saving us from sin and hell. 'Tis the Name for adoration ; 'Tis the Name of Victory ; 'Tis the Name for meditation In this vale of misery ; 'Tis the Name for veneration By the citizens on high. 4 T 38 THE CIRCUMCISION OF CHRIST. 4 Jesus is the Name exalted Over every other name ; In this Name, whene'er assaulted, We can put our foes to shame ; Strength to them who else had halted, Eyes to blind, and feet to lame. 5 Jesus, we Thy Name adoring. Long to see Thee as Thou art ; Of Thy clemency imploring So to write it in our heart. That hereafter, upwards soaring. We with angels may have part. Latin Hymn, i^fh Century. Altered from &^ translated by J. AI. Neale. ^^For in Him dwellcth all the fulness of the Godhead bodily ; and ye are complete in Himy IQS. ETERNAL Word ! God's true and only Son, Maker, and Lord, and Heir, and Judge of all ; First-born of every creature ; Holy One ! We praise Thy name, and on Thy name we call. 2 Jehovah dwells from everlasting years Li silence and in solitude concealed : And yet from everlasting He appears In Thee to all His universe revealed. 3 And life and love and truth and joy and might, And all the creature lieth incomplete, Some darkness lingering in their purest light — Only in Thee doth all their fulness meet. 4 True Son of God, our Sonship is in Thee ; True Light of God, our Wisdom too Thou art; O Lamb from earth's foundation slain for me. Thou bringest life and peace into my heart. 5 Ever in Thee the Father is revealed, Ever in Thee all things are reconciled, Ever in Thee our sins and wounds are healed, Glory to Thee, the Pure and Undefiled. Orwell. THE EPIPHANY. 39 ^^My times are in Thy haiidy V' FOR Thy mercy and Thy grace, Faithful through another year, Hear our song of thankfuhiess, Father, and Redeemer, hear ! 2 In our weakness and distress, Rock of strength ! be Thou our stay ! In the pathless wilderness Be our true and living way ! 3 Who of us death's awful road In the coming year shall tread? With Thy rod and staff, O God, Comfort Thou his dying head ! 4 Keep us faithful, keep us pure. Keep us evermore Thine own ! Help, O help us to endure ! Fit us for Thy promised crown ! 5 So within Thy palace gate We shall praise, on golden strings. Thee, the only Potentate, Lord of lords, and King of kings ! Henry Downton, 1843. THE EPIPHANY. w ^^ There shall cone a star out of Jacob, and a sceptre shall rise out of Israel.^ ^ L. M. "HAT star is this, with beams so bright. More beauteous than the noonday light ? It shines to herald forth the King, And Gentiles to His cradle bring. 2 And lo ! the eastern sages, stand To read in heaven the Lord's command: Children of faith they come ; they find The Prince and Saviour of mankind. 3 They bless the meek and holy Child, An infant Lord, and Monarch mild : Their riches at His feet they pour And with the heart their King adore. 40 THE EPIPHANY. 4 O heavenly Lord, O holy Light, That shines through Nature's wondering night, What marvels in Thy love we trace, What power divine, what glorious grace . 5 And now, thou bright and morning star, Arise again, and shine afar From sea to sea, from shore to shore. Till utmost tribes their King adore. Lati7i Hymn. Translation compiled. ^^ Great is the mystery of godliness : God was manifest in the flesh:' 5§ 7^. 8 lines. ONGS of thankfulness and praise, Jesus, Lord, to Thee we raise. Manifested by the star To the sages from afar; Branch of royal David's stem In Thy birth at Bethlehem ; Anthems be to Thee addrest, God in Man made manifest. 2 Manifest at Jordan's stream. Prophet, Priest, and King supreme; And at Cana wedding-guest In Thy Godhead manifest ; Manifest in power divine. Changing water into wine ; Anthems be to Thee addrest, God in Man made manifest. 3 Manifest in making whole Palsied limbs and fainting soul ; Manifest in valiant fight. Quelling all the devil's might; Manifest in gracious will. Ever bringing good from ill ; Anthems be to Thee addrest, God in Man made manifest. 4 Sun and moon shall darkened be. Stars shall fall, the heaven shall flee : Christ will then like lightning shine. All will see His glorious sign ; THE EPIPHANY. 4I All will then the trumpet hear, All will see the Judge appear : Thou by all wilt be confest, God in Man made manifest. Grant us grace to see Thee, Lord, Mirrored in Thy holy Word ; May we imitate Thee now, And be pure, as pure art Thou; That we like to Thee may be, * At Thy great Epiphany ; And may praise Thee, ever blest, God in Man made manifest. C. Wordsworth. ** They presefited unto Him gifts : gold, frankincense, and myrrh. ' ' \\s, & \os. BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us Thine aid \ Star of the East, the horizon adorning. Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. 2 Cold on His cradle the dew-drops are shining. Low lies His head with the beasts of the stall ; Angels adore Him, in slumber reclining, Maker and Monarch and Saviour of all ! 3 Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devotion. Odors of Edom, and offerings divine. Gems of the mountain and pearls of the ocean, Myrrh from the forest or gold from the mine? 4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation, Vainly with gifts would His favor secure; Richer by far is the heart's adoration. Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. 5 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, . Dawn on our darkness, and lend us Thine aid ; Star of the East, the horizon adorning. Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. Reginald Heber, 1 8 1 1 . ^^The star went before them, till it came and stood over where the young child was. ""^ L. M. EE now fulfilled what God decreed, _ '' From Jacob shall a Star proceed ; " And eastern sages with amaze Upon the wondrous vision gaze. s 4* H 42 THE EPIPHANY. _ 2 The guiding Star above is bright, Within them shines a clearer Light, Which leads them on with power benign To seek the Giver of the sign. 3 True love can brook no dull delay ; Nor toil nor dangers stop their way : Home, kindred, father-land, and all They leave at their Creator's call. 4 O Jesus ! while the Star of Grace Allures us now to seek Thy face, Let not our slothful hearts refuse The guidance of that Light to use. Latin Hymn. Altered frotn J. Cha^idler. ^^The Gentiles shall come to Thy light, and kings to the brightness of Thy rising.^ ^ 'js & 6s. AIL to the Lord's Anointed, Great David's greater Son ! See in the time appointed His reign on earth begun ! He comes to break oppression, To set the captive free. To take away transgression, To rule in equity. Before Him on the mountains Shall peace, the herald, go ; And from a thousand fountains Shall grace unceasing flow. • Kings shall fall down before Him, And gold and incense bring ; All nations shall adore Him, His praise all people sing ; To Him shall prayer unceasing And daily vows ascend ; His kingdom still increasing, A kingdom without end. O'er every foe victorious, He on His throne shall rest ; From age to age more glorious. All blessing and all blest ; THE EPIPHANY. 43 7 The tide of time shall never His covenant remove ; • His name shall stand for ever, Jesus, sweet name of love. Jai7tes Montgomery, 1822. ** WJien they saw the star they rejoiced with exceeding great joy ^ 02 7i-, 6 lines. AS with gladness men of old Did the guiding star behold ; As with joy they hailed its light, Leading onward, beaming bright ; « So, most gracious Lord, may we Evermore be led to Thee. 2 As with joyful steps they sped To that lowly manger-bed ; There to bend the knee before Him whom heaven and earth adore ; So may we with willing feet Ever seek Thy mercy-seat. 3 As they offered gifts most rare At that manger rude and bare ; So may we with holy joy, Pure and free from sin's alloy. All our costliest treasures bring, Christ ! to Thee our heavenly King. 4 Holy Jesus ! every day Keep us in the narrow way ; And when earthly things are past. Bring our ransomed souls at last, Where they need no star to guide, Where no clouds .Thy glory hide. 5 In the heavenly country bright Need they no created light ; Thou its Light, its Joy, its Crown, Thou its Sun which goes not down ; There for ever may we sing Alleluias to our King. Win. ChattertonyDix, i860. *' We have seen His star in the East.''^ Q3 L. M. 8 liftes. WELCOME ! that star in Judah's sky, That voice o'er Bethlehem's palmy glen. 44 THE EPIPHANY. The lamp far sages hailed on high, The tones that thrilled the shepherd-men ; Glory to God in loftiest heaven — Thus angels smote the echoing chord — Glad tidings unto man forgiven ; Peace from the presence of the Lord. 2 The shepherds sought that birth divine ; The wise-men traced their guided way ; There, by strange light and mystic sign, The God they came to worship lay : A human Babe in beauty smiled, Where lowing oxen round Him trod ; A Virgin clasped her awful Child, Pure Offspring of the Breath of God. 3 Those voices from on high are mute ; The star the wise-men saw is dim ; But hope still guides the wand'rer's foot, And faith renews the angel-hymn : Glory to God in loftiest heaven — Touch with glad hand the ancient chord — Good tidings unto man forgiven : Peace from the presence of the Lord. J^. S. Hawker, ^^The unsearchable riches of Christ.''^ 'js & 4s. ^HOU that art the Father's Word, Thou that art the Lamb of God, Thou that art the Virgin's Son, Thou that savest souls undone. Sacred Sacrifice for sin. Fount of piety within. Hail, Lord Jesus. 2 Thou to whom Thine angels raise Choiring songs of sweetest praise, Thou that art the flower and fruit. Virgin-born from Jesse's root. Shedding holy peace abroad, Perfect Man and perfect God, Hail, Lord Jesus. 3 Thou that art the Door of heaven. Living Bread in mercy given. Brightness of the Father's face, Everlasting Prince of Peace, THE EPIPHANY. 45 Precious Pearl beyond all price, Brightest Star in all the skies, Hail, Lord Jesus. King and Spouse of holy hearts, Fount of love that ne'er departs. Sweetest Life, and brightest Day, Truest Truth, and surest Way Leading onward to the blest Sabbath of eternal rest, Hail, Lord Jesus. Henry A If or d, 1832. '*All the ends of the earth shall see the salvation of our God,"" L. M. 65 JESUS shall reign where'er the sun Does his successive journeys run ; His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, Till moons shall wax and wane no more. 2 For Him shall endless prayer be made. And endless praises crown His head ; His name like sweet perfume shall rise With every morning sacrifice. 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 ; The joyful pris'ner bursts his chains; The weary find eternal rest. And all the sons of want are blest. 5 Where He displays His healing power, Death and the curse are known no more ; In Him the tribes of Adam boast More blessings than their father lost. 6 Let every creature rise and bring. Peculiar honors to our King : Aiigels descend with songs again, And earth repeat the loud Amen ! Isaac Watts, 17 19. 46 THE EPIPHANY. ^^I am the bright and mor fling star J* ^ 7s, 6 tines. 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, draw near; Day-star in our hearts appear. 2 Dark and cheerless is the morn, Unaccompanied by Thee ; Joyless is the day's return. Till Thy mercy's beams we see: Lord, Thy inward light impart, Cheering each benighted heart. 3 Visit every soul of Thine, Pierce the gloom of sin and grief; Fill with radiancy divine. Scatter all our unbelief: More and more Thyself display. Shining to the perfect day. • Charles Wesley, 1740. ^^By the mystejy of Thy holy inearnatio7t : by Thy holy nativity and eircinneision : good Lord deliver us. ' ' yj-, 8 lines. lY the Angel's word of love, That announced Thee from above ; By Thine Infant Form so fair Trembling on the midnight air ; Babe of Bethlehem, hear our cry : Thou wert helpless once as we ; Hear the loving litany We Thy children sing to Thee. By Thy poor and lowly lot ; By the manger in the grot ; By Thy tender feet and hands Folded fast in swaddling bands ; Babe of Bethlehem, hear our cry : &c. By the Name which Thou didst take. Suffering sorely for our sake ; Name of grace and majesty, Name adored on bended knee ; Word Incarnate, hear our cry ; &c. FIRST SUNDAY AFTER THE EPIPHANY. 47 * By the joy of Simeon blest, When he clasped Thee to his breast; By the widow' d Anna's song, Poured amid the wondering throng ; Word Incarnate, hear our cry : &c. By the worship shepherds paid ; * By the gifts that sages made. Gold and myrrh and incense sweet, Laid in homage at Thy feet ; Word Incarnate, hear our cry : &c. By Thine angel-bidden flight Into Egypt in the night ; By Thy home at Herod's death In despised Nazareth ; Word Incarnate, hear our cry : &c. F7'ederick W. Faber. FIRST SUNDAY AFTER THE EPIPHANY. '*• They found Him in the temple, sitting in the midst of the doctors.' 68 s. M. WITHIN the Father's house The Son hath found His home ; And to His temple suddenly The Lord of Life hath come. 2 The doctors of the law Gaze on the wondrous Child, And marvel at His gracious words Of wisdom undefiled. 3 Yet not to them is given The mighty truth to know. To lift the fleshly veil which hides Incarnate God below. 4 The secret of the Lord Escapes each human eye, And faithful pondering hearts await The full Epiphany. 5 Lord, visit Thou our souls. And teach us by Thy grace Each dim revealing of Thyself With loving awe to trace ; 48 FIRST SUNDAY AFTER THE EPIPHANY. 6 Till from our darkened sight The cloud shall pass away, And on the cleansed soul shall burst The everlasting day. James R. Woodford. 69 '^I am the root and the offspring of Davids C. M. OSANNA to the royal Son Of David's ancient line! His natures two, His person one, Mysterious and divine. 2 The root of David, here we find, And offspring is the same ; Eternity and time are joined In our Immanuel's name. 3 Blest He that comes to wretched men, With peaceful news from heaven ; Hosannas of the highest strain, To Christ the Lord be given ! 4 Let mortals ne'er refuse to take The hosanna on their tongues. Lest rocks and stones should rise, and break Their silence into songs. Isaac Waits. "The Lord loveth the gates of Zion more than all the dwellings of Jacob r L. M. C'^ OD in His earthly temples lays X Foundations for His heavenly praise : He likes the tents of Jacob well ; But still in Zion loves to dwell. 2 His mercy visits every house. That pays its night and morning vows ; But makes a more delightful stay. Where churches meet to praise and pray. 3 What glories were described of old ! What wonders are of Zion told ! Thou city of our God below ! Thy fame shall Tyre and Egypt know. FIRST SUNDAY AFTER THE EPIPHANY. . 49 4 Egypt and Tyre, and Greek and Jew, Shall there begin their lives anew ; Angels and men shall join to sing The hill where living waters spring. 5 When God makes up His last account Of natives in His holy mount, 'Twill be an honor to appear As one new-born and nourished there. Isaac Watts, 1 7 19. *^ Bestow upon Thy people plenteous ly the aid of Thy heaienly grace. ' ' S. M. O JESUS, God and Man, On this Thy holy day. To Thee for precious gifts of grace Thy ransomed people pray. 2 We pray for childlike hearts, For gentle, holy love, For strength to do Thy will below, As angels do above. 3 We pray for simple faith. For hope that never faints, For true communion evermore With all Thy blessed saints. 4 On friends around us here O let Thy blessing fall ; We pray for grace to love them well, But Thee beyond them all. 5 O joy to live for Thee ! O joy in Thee to die ! O very joy of joys to see Thy Face eternally. Henry W. Baker, 1852. ^^No man cometh unto the Father hut by Me^ C. M. THOU art the way ; to Thee alone From sin and death we flee ; And he who would the Father seek. Must seek Him, Lord, by Thee. D 72 50 SECOND SUNDAY AFTER THE EPIPHANY. 2 Thou art the Truth ; Thy word alone True wisdom can impart ; Thou only canst inform the mind And purify the heart. 3 Thou art the Life ; the rending tomb Proclaims Thy conquering arm ; And those who put their trust in Thee Nor death nor hell shall harm. 4 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life; Grant us that Way to know ; That Truth to keep, that Life to win, Whose joys eternal flow. George W. Doane. SECOND SUNDAY AFTER THE EPIPHANY. *^This beginning of mii'acles did Jesus in Cana of Galilee ^ a7id 7nanifested forth His glory. ' ' S. M. LL praise to Thee, O Lord Who by Thy mighty power Didst manifest Thy glory forth In Cana's marriage hour. A' 2 Thou speakest : it is done : Obedient to Thy word, The water redd'ning into wine Proclaims the present Lord. 3 Blest were the eyes which saw That wondrous mystery, The great beginning of Thy works, That kindled faith in Thee. 4 And blessed they who know Thine unseen Presence true, When in the Kingdom of Thy grace Thou makest all things new. 5 For by Thy loving hand Thy people still are fed ; Thou art the Cup of blessing, Lord, And Thou the heavenly Bread. SECOND SUNDAY AFTER THE EPIPHANY. 51 6 Oh, may that grace be ours, In Thee for aye to live, And drink of those refreshing streams Which Thou alone canst give. 7 So, led from strength to strength, Grant us, O Lord, to see The marriage Supper of the Lamb, Thy great Epiphany. Hyde W. Beadon. T " Who hast called us out of darkness into marvelous lights L. M. 8 lines. HY glory Thou didst manifest, O Christ, by miracle divine. When, at Thy word, for ev'ry guest The water sparkled into wine ; And now, in all the sons of men Who feel Thy Spirit's quick' ning breath, That miracle is wrought again, As life is kindled out of death. 2 What festal raptures fill our hearts When heaven and earth are married there ! What hope, what love, the Lord imparts ! What tenderness and strength of prayer ! For then withifi, His glory glows ; And gifts and graces all divine Again that miracle disclose Of water glorified in wine. 3 O Christ, unfold Thy quick' ning might From day to day, that all may see Within each Saint, still beaming bright. Thy glorious Epiphany : And find that best of wine at last. That sweetest gift of grace outpour'd. Richer than Cana's humble feast. The m.arriage Supper of the Ljord. E. E. Hifrbee. ^^ Let the children of Zion he joyful in their King,^^ C. M. JESUS, King most wonderful. Thou Conqueror renowned ; Spirit of grace ineffable, In whom all joys are found ! o 52 SECOND SUNDAY AFTER THE EPIPHANY. 2 When once Thou visitest the heart, Then truth begins to shine ; Then earthly vanities depart ; Then wakens love divine. 3 O Jesus, Light of all below ! Thou Fount of living fire, Surpassing all the joys we know And all we can desire. 4 May every heart confess Thy name, And ever Thee adore ; And seeking Thee, itself inflame To seek Thee more and more. 5 Thee may our tongues forever bless j Thee may we love alone ; And ever in our lives express The image of Thine Own. Ber7iard of Clairvaux. Trajislated by Edzuard Caswall. T6 He that abideth in Me, and lin him, the same bringeth forth 7nuchf7'uity C. M. ABIDE among us with Thy grace. Lord Jesus evermore ; Nor let us e'er to sin give place, Nor grieve Him we adore. 2 Abide among us with Thy word. Redeemer whom we love : Thy help and mercy here afford, And life with Thee above. 3 Abide among us with Thy ray, O Light that lighten'st all ; And let Thy truth preserve our way, Nor suffer us to fall. 4 Abide with us to bless us still, O bounteous Lord of peace ; With grace and power our souls fulfill, Our faith and love increase. 5 Abide among us as our Shield, O Captain of Thy host ; That to the world we may not yield, Nor e'er forsake our post. THIRD SUNDAY AFTER THE EPIPHANY. 53 6 Abide with us in faitliful love, Our God and Saviour be ! Thy help at need, oh ! let us prove, And keep us true to Thee. y. SUgjnamt. Translated by Catherine Winkworth. ^^ Jesus of Nazareth, a man approved of God among you by miracles, and wo?iders, and signs. ^'' •y*^ L. M. THROUGH Israel's coasts, in times of old, When Thou didst dwell with men below, By signs and wonders manifold Thou didst, O Lord, Thy glory show. 2 But not alone Thy mighty power Shone forth from every wondrous sign : Day unto day, and hour to hour, Spoke forth Thy love and grace divine. 3 And now Thou reignest. Lord, above, We none the less Thy wonders trace : Unwearied are Thy calls of love. Unspent Thy miracles of grace. 4 Thou who didst make the water wine, Our earthly with Thy heavenly fill : Our scant obedience change to Thine, Our passions to Thy blessed will. Henry Alford. THIRD SUNDAY AFTER THE EPIPHANY. " Is there no balm in Gilead ; is there no physician there 9^^ ^^ C. M. ,OWN from the mountain Jesus came, And stretching forth his hand, " Be clean," he said : the Leper then Was cleansed at His command. D Our nature was defiled by sin. But God from heaven came down ; Stretched forth His hand, our nature touched, And joined it to His own. 5* 54 THIRD SUNDAY AFTER THE EPIPHANY. 3 O God, made manifest in flesh, We render thanks to Thee ; O great Physician, Tliou hast cleansed A world from leprosy. 4 The Gentile Captain comes in faith ; Thou blessest his appeal ; Far off as Man, but near as God, Thou dost his servant heal. 5 Fever and plague serve in Thy camp, They are Thy soldiers. Lord, And when to Health Thou sayest, '^ Come," It cometh at Thy word. 6 Stretch forth Thy hand, and heal us, Lord, In body and in soul ; From sickness and from taint of sin Cleanse us, and make us whole. C. Wordsworth. ^^ If Thou wilt, Thou caiut make me cleans OLORD of health and life, what tongue can tell How at Thy word were loosed the bands of hell ; How Thy pure touch removed the leprous stain. And the polluted flesh grew clean again ? 2 O ! wash our hearts, restore the contrite soul. Stretch forth Thy healing hand, and make us whole; O ! bend our stubborn knees to kneel to Thee ; Speak but the word, and we once more are free. 3 Yea, Lord, we claim the promise of Thy love, Thy love, which can all guilt, all pain remove ; Nigh to our souls Thy great salvation bring, Then sickness hath no pang, and death no sting. 4 We hail this pledge in all Thy deeds of grace ; As once disease and sorrow fled Thy face, So, when that face again unveiled we see. Sickness and tears and death no more shall be. 5 Then grant us strength to pray "Thy kingdom come," When we shall know Thee in Thy Father's home, And at Thy great Epiphany adore The co-eternal Godhead evermore. Greville Phillimore, THIRD SUNDAY AFTER THE EPIPHANY. 55 O *^He that believeth in Me, though he were dead, yet shall he live^ C. M. FOR a thousand tongues to sing My great Redeemer's praise ! The glories of my God and King, The triumphs of His grace ! 2 My gracious Master, and my God, Assist me to proclaim, To spread through all the earth abroad The honors of Thy Name. 3 Jesus ! the Name that charms our fears, That bids our sorrows cease ; 'Tis music in the sinner's ears, 'Tis life, and health, and peace. 4 He breaks the power of cancelled sin. He sets the prisoner free ; His blood can make the foulest clean, His blood availed for me. 5 He speaks, — and listening to His voice, New life the dead receive ; The mournful, broken hearts rejoice ; The humble poor believe. 6 Look unto Him, ye nations ; own Your God, ye fallen race : - . Look, and be saved through faith alone. Be justified by grace. Charles Wesley, " TJie Lord is ?ny rock, and 7ny fortress, and my deliverer,^* L. M. 6 li?tes. THOU hidden Source of calm repose ! Thou all-sufficient Love divine ! My help and refuge from my foes, Secure I am, for Thou art mine. Thou art my fortress, strength, and tower. My trust and portion evermore. Jesus, my All in all Thou art. My rest in toil, my ease in pain ; ,. The medicine of my broken heart ; In storms my peace ; in loss, my gain ; My strength beneath the tyrant's frown ; In shame my glory and my crown. 56 THIRD SUNDAY AFTER THE EPIPHANY. 3 In want, my plentiful supply ; In weakness, my almighty power; In bonds, my perfect liberty; My refuge in temptation's hour; My comfort 'midst all grief and thrall ; My life in death, my All in all. Charles Wesley. ^^ Look mercifully upon our weakness, and stretch forth the right hand of Thy 7}iajesty for our p7'otection and help.^^ QC^ L. M. 6 lines. FORTH from the dark and stormy sky, Lord ! to Thy altar's shade we fly ; Forth from the world, its \io\»t and fear. Saviour ! we seek Thy shelter here : Weary and weak. Thy grace we pray ; Turn not, O Lord ! Thy guests away. 2 Long have we roamed in want and pain ; Long have we sought Thy rest in vain ; Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost. Long have our souls been tempest-tost : Low at Thy feet our sins we lay. Turn not, O Lord ! Thy guests away. Reginald Heber. "/ will also give Thee for a light to the Gentiles, that Thou may est be my salvation unto the end of the earth.''"' \ C. M. ALVATION! O the joyful sound ! _ 'Tis pleasure to our ears ; A sov' reign balm for every wound, A cordial for our fears. 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. 3 Salvation ! let the echo fly The spacious earth around. While all the armies of the sky Conspire to raise the sound. Isaac Watts, 1707, FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER THE EPIPHANY. 57 FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER THE EPIPHANY. 84: ''Then he arose and rebuked the wiiid and the sea : and there was a great cabn.''^ S. M. FIERCE raged the storm of wind, The surging waves ran high, Failed Thy disciples' hearts with fear, Though Thou, their Lord, wast nigh. 2 But at the stern rebuke Of Thy Almighty word. The wind was hushed, the billows ceased, And owned Thee God and Lord. 3 So, now, when depths of sin Our souls with terror fill, Arise, and be our helper, Lord, And speak Thy ^' Peace, be still.'* 4 When death's dark sea we cross. Be with us in Thy power, Nor let the water-floods prevail In that dread trial hour. 5 And, when amid the signs, Which speak Thine Advent near, The roaring of the sea and waves Fills faithless hearts with fear j 6 May we all undismayed Thy raging tempest see, Lift up our heads and hail with joy Thy great Epiphany. 7 All praise to Thee, of old By sign and wonder known ; All praise to Thee, to be revealed Upon the judgment throne. ^ Hyde W. Beadon, ''Lord, save us: we peiHsh'' %s, 8.r, 8^-, zs. FIERCE raged the tempest o'er the deep. Watch did Thine anxious servants keep, But Thou wast wrapt in guileless sleep, Calm and still. 58 FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER THE EPIPHANY. 2 "Save, Lord, we perish," — was their cry, "O save us in our agony ! " Thy word above the storm rose high, "Peace, be still." 3 The wild winds hushed ; the angry deep Sank, like a little child, to sleep ; The sullen billows cease to leap At Thy will. 4 So, when our life is clouded o'er, And storm-winds drift us from the shore. Say (lest we sink to rise no morej "Peace, be still." Godfrey Thriiig. *' IVJiy are ye fearful, O ye of little faith ? ' ' ^^ 125 & Hi". WHILE Thou, O my God, art my Help and Defender, No cares can o'erwhelm me, no terrors appall ; The wiles and the snares of this world will but render More lively my hope in my God and my All. 2 Yes ; Thou art my Refuge in sorrow and danger ; My Strength, when I suffer ; my hope when I fall j My comfort and joy in this land of the stranger ; My Treasure, my Glory, my God and my All. 3 To Thee, dearest Lord, will I turn without ceasing ; Though grief may oppress me, or sorrow befall ; And love Thee, till death, my blest spirit releasing, • Secures to me Jesus, my God and my All. 4 And v/hen Thou demandest the life Thou hast given, With joy will I answer Thy merciful call ; And quit Thee on earth, but to find Thee in heaven. My portion forever, my God and my All. W. Young. *'The powers that be are ordained of God^ ^^ C. M. SHINE on our land, Jehovah, shine. With beams of heavenly grace ! Reveal Thy power through all our coasts, And show Thy smiling face. FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER THE EPIPHANY. 59 2 Here fix Thy throne exalted high, And here our glory stand ; And like a wall of guardian fire Surround Thy favorite land. 3 When shall Thy name from shore to shore Sound all the earth abroad, And distant nations know and love Their Saviour and their God ? 4 Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands, Sing loud, with solemn voice ; Let thankful tongues exalt His praise, And thankful hearts rejoice. 5 He, the great Lord, the sov' reign Judge, That sits enthroned above, Wisely commands the worlds He made In justice and in love. 6 Earth shall confess her Maker's hand, And yield a full increase ; Our God will crown His chosen land With fruitfulness and peace. 7 God, the Redeemer, scatters round His choicest favors here. While the creation's utmost bound Shall see, adore, and fear. Isaac Watts. Grant unto us grace to look beyond the things which are seen and temporal. ' ' J'T^IS by the faith of joys to come, J^ 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. 6o FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER THE EPIPHANY. 4 So Abr'am, by divine command, Left his own house to walk with God ; His faith beheld the promised land, And fired his zeal along the road. Isaac Watts, 1709. FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER THE EPIPHANY. N The kingdom of heaven is likened unto a man which sowed good seed in his field. ' ' S. M. OT by Thy mighty Hand, Thy wondrous works alone, But by the marvels of Thy word, Thy glory, Lord, is known. 2 Forth from the eternal gates, Thine everlasting home. To sow the seed of truth below, Thou didst vouchsafe to come. 3 And still from age to age Thou, gracious Lord, hast been The Bearer forth of goodly seed. The Sower still unseen. 4 And Thou wilt come again, And heaven beneath Thee bow. To reap the harvest Thou hast sown, Sower and Reaper Thou. 5 Watch, Lord, Thy harvest-field With Thine unsleeping eye j The children of the Kingdom keep To Thine Epiphany. 6 That when in Thy great day The tares shall severed be. We may be gathered by Thy grace With all Thy saints to Thee. J. R. Woodford. *^Keep Thy church and household continually in Thy true religion.^ OD of mercy, God of grace, Show the brightness of Thy face. G 91 FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER THE EPIPHANY. 6l Shine upon us, Saviour, shine, Fill Thy Church with light divine; And Thy saving health extend Unto earth's remotest end. 2 Let the people praise Thee, Lord ! Let Thy love on all be poured ; Let the nations shout and sing Glory to their Saviour King ; At Thy feet their tribute pay, And Thy holy will obey. 3 Let the people praise Thee, Lord ! Earth shall then her fruits afford j God to man His blessings give, Man to God devoted live ; All below, and all above, One in joy, and light, and love. H. F. Lyte. *' Let the children of Zion be joyful in their King^ L. M. SHOUT, for the blessed Jesus reigns. Thro' distant lands His triumphs spread, • And sinners, freed from endless pains. Own Him their Saviour and their Head. 2 He calls His chosen from afar, They all at Zion's gates arrive ; Those who were dead in sin before, By sov' reign grace are made alive. 3 Gentiles and Jews His laws obey, Nations remote their off' rings bring, And unconstrain'd their homage pay To their exalted God and King. 4 O may His holy Church increase, His Word and Spirit still prevail. While angels celebrate His praise, And saints His growing glories hail ! 5 Loud hallelujahs to the Lamb, From all below, and all above ! In lofty songs exalt His name, — In songs as lasting as His love. 6 Bcitj. Beddome. 62 FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER THE EriPHANY. ^'^ Forbearing one anothej-, and forgiving one another ^ 92 L. M. LORD, how joyful 'tis to see The brethren join in love to Thee : On Thee alone their heart relies, Their only strength Thy grace supplies. 2 How sweet, within Thy holy place, With one accord to sing Thy grace, Besieging Thine attentive ear With all the force of fervent prayer. 3 O may we love the House of God, Of peace and joy the blest abode ; O may no angry strife destroy That sacred peace, that holy joy. 4 The world without may rage, but we Will only cling more close to Thee, With hearts to Thee more wholly given, More weaned from earth, more fixed on heaven. 5 Lord, shower upon us from above The sacred gift of mutual love ; Each other's wants may we supply, And reign together in the sky. Latin Hymn, Trans, by y. Chandler. And whatsoever ye do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus. d^ S. M. TEA'CH me, my God and King, Thy will in all to see ; And what I do in any thing, To do it as for Thee : 3 To scorn the senses' sway. While still to Thee I tend ; In all I do, be Thou the Way, In all, be Thou the End. 3 All may of Thee partake ; Nothing so small can be. But draws, when acted for Thy sake. Greatness and worth from Thee. SIXTH SUNDAY AFTER THE EPIPHANY. 6^ If done beneath Thy laws, E'en servile labors shine : Hallowed is toil, if this the cause ; The meanest work, divine. George Herbert. SIXTH SUNDAY AFTER THE EPIPHANY. He bringeth thefn up into a high 7?tountain, and was ti'ansjigtired before them. ' ' L. M. OTHOU, who once on Tabor's hill Didst shine before the favored three, The souls which love Thee favor still Thy nearer glory, Lord, to see. 2 E'en now let faith's far-gazing eye The brightness of Thy Godhead scan, And view Thee, throned in heaven on high, The almighty Lord, the Son of Man. 3 There Moses, and Elias there. With thousand thousand saints beside. Thy glittering rays reflected wear, And spread through heaven Thy glories wide : 4 And while each knee amid the crowd Before Thy throne in worship bends. They are like Tabor's saints, allowed To talk with Thee, their God, as friends. 5 Delightful converse ! It is good To see Thee thus at distance now. To join in spirit those who stood In wondering love on Tabor's brow. 6 Earth drags us from the mount awhile ; But we ere long shall break the spell. And gaze on Thine unclouded smile. And in Thine endless glory dwell. Hymn. Christ, ^'Lord, it is good for us to be here.''^ L. M. double. O MASTER, it is good to be High on the mountain here wnth Thee : Where stand revealed to mortal gaze Those glorious saints of other days ; 64 SIXTH SUNDAY AFTER THE EPIPHANY. Who once received on Horeb's height Tlie eternal laws of truth and right ; Or caught the still small whisper, higher Than storm, than earthquake, or than fire. 2 O Master, it is good to be With Thee, and with Thy faithful three: Here, where the apostle's heart of rock Is nerved against temptation's shock ; Here, where the son of thunder learns The thought that breathes, and word that burns ; Here, where on eagle's wings we move With him whose last best creed is love, 3 O Master, it is good to be Entranced, en wrapt, alone with Thee ; And watch Thy glistering raiment glow, Whiter than Hermon's whitest snow; The human lineaments that shine Irradiant with a light divine : Till we too change from grace to grace, Gazing on that transfigured Face. 4 O Master, it is good to be Here on the holy Mount with Thee : When darkling in the depths of night, When dazzled with excess of light. We bow before the heavenly Voice That bids bewildered souls rejoice, Though love wax cold, and faith be dim — *'This is My Son — O hear ye Him." A. P. Stanley. *^ And the voice which came from heaven we heard when we wrre with Him in the holy niounty UPON the solitary mountain's height. In radiant beauty, but with power concealed, The Son of Man, unveiled to mortal sight, Once stands revealed. 2 Yet not alone — the witnesses are there. The deathless and the dead are at His side, Their lips the end predestinate declare. Nor seek to hide ! 3 But why this world from thy mysterious grave, Lawgiver of God's people, hast thou trod — Why come thy steeds of fire o'er Jordan's wave. Prophet of God ? SIXTH SUNDAY AFTER THE ERIPHANY. 65 4 Do ye revisit earth to testify- That Law and Voice Prophetic, shadows dim, Are swallowed up in Christ's last victory, Finished in Him? 5 Yet on the passing brightness of that hour The shadow of the cross still darkly fell, As if alone the hiding of His power Ye dared to tell. 6 Come, O my soul ! in holy rapture hear Tabor and Hermon in His name rejoice, How good for ais to be forever near, Listening His voice. 7 Lord, pour Thy Spirit all our souls to fill. Transfigured to the image of Thine own, Until we rest upon Thy holy hill. Before the Throne. Edward A. Dayman, 1866. ^^ The love of God, which is in Owist Jesus our Lord. ^^ 8^ & 7i-, double. OVE divine, all loves excelling, Joy of heaven, to earth come down ! Fix in us Thy humble dwelling ; All Thy faithful mercies crown : Jesus ! Thou art all compassion, Pure unbounded love Thou art j Visit us, with Thy salvation ; Enter every trembling heart. 2 Breathe, Oh ! breathe Thy loving Spirit Into every troubled breast ; Let us all in Thee inherit, Let us find the promised rest : Take away our power of sinning; Alpha and Omega be ; End of faith, as its beginning! • Set our hearts at liberty. 3 Come, almighty to deliver. Let us all Thy life receive; Suddenly return, and never. Never more Thy temples leave: Thee we would be always blessing. Serve Thee as Thy hosts above. Pray, and praise Thee without ceasing. Glory in Thy perfect love. 6* E L' 66 SIXTH SUNDAY AFTER THE EPIPHANY. 4 Finish then Thy new creation; Pure and sinless let us be ; Let us see Thy great salvation, Perfectly restored in Thee. Changed from glory into glory, Till in heaven we take our place ; Till we cast our crowns before Thee, Lost in wonder, love, and praise. Charles Wesley, 1746. ^^Beliold what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us. 98 S. M. BEHOLD ! what wondrous grace The Father hath 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. 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; • My faith shall — ''Abba, Father! " — cry And Thou the kindred own. Isaac Watts, 1707. ^^ I heard a great voice of inuch people in heaven, saying, Alleluia. QQ 8j" & 7J-, 6 lilies. ALLELUIA, song of sweetness. Voice of joy that cannot die. SEPTUAGESIMA. 67 100 Alleluia is the anthem Ever dear to choirs on high ; In the house of God abiding, Thus they sing eternally. Alleluia thou resoundest True Jerusalem and free 5 Alleluia, joyful Mother, All thy children sing with thee : But by Babylon's sad waters Mourning exiles now are we. Alleluia cannot always Be our song while here below ; Alleluia our transgressions Make us for a while forego ; For the solemn time is coming When our tears for sin must flow. [ Therefore in our hymns we pray Thee, Grant us, blessed Trinity, At the last to keep Thine Easter In our home beyond the sky ; There to Thee forever singing Alleluia joyfully. •' Adam St Victor. Trans, by J. M. Neale. Altered, SEPTUAGESIMA. *' Why stand ye here all the day idle?'* L. M. THE God of mercy warns us all From day to day, from year to year ; And each must hear His awful call, "No longer stand ye idle here." 2 Ye, whose young cheeks with health are bright, Whose hands are strong, whose hearts are clear, Why will ye waste the morning light? Alas, why stand ye idle here? .3 And ye, whose scanty locks of gray Foretell your latest travail near, How swiftly fades your closing day, And yet ye stand thus idle here. 68 SEPTUAGESIMA. 4 O Thou, in heaven and earth adored, Who makest erring souls Thy care, Now call us to Thy vineyard, Lord, And give us grace to serve Thee there. Hymn. Christ. ^^ Know ye not, that they which run, run all, but one receiveth the prize ?' ' C. M. AWAKE, my soul, stretch every nerve, And press with vigor on ! A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown. 2 A cloud of witnesses around Holds thee in full survey ; Forget the steps already trod, And onward urge thy way. 3 'Tis God's all-animating voice, That calls thee from on high ; Tis His own hand presents the prize To thine aspiring eye. 4 Then wake, my soul, stretch every nerve, And press with vigor on ; A heavenly race demands thy zeal. And an immortal crown. Philip Doddridge, 1740. *' So ru?t that ye may obtain^ Zs & 7J-. T OW the Church's songs of gladness Change their key to heart and ear — Now steals on with sober sadness The dim twilight of her year. 2 Late, her Saviour Lord's appearing Filled each heart and swelled each strain. Now the solemn time is nearing When He passes into pain. 3 Late, tho' round a lowly manger. Angels sang and glory shone. Now He passes into danger, In the wilderness alone. H SEPTUAGESIMA. 69 4 Lord, our souls and bodies render Meet to watch, and kneel, and pray, By Thy love, so true and tender, All thro' that long battle-day. 5 Grant us that instinctive yearning Which the Christian's soul doth move, To be near Thee, ever learning The deep secrets of Thy love. 6 Keep us near Thee, in Thy fasting, In Thy peril and Thy pain ; That, our garla,nd everlasting, Running so, we may obtain. y. S. B. Monsell, 1857. " There is forgiveness with Thee, that Thou 7?iayest be feared J*^ C. M. OW oft, alas ! this wretched heart Has wandered from the Lord ! How oft 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. How glorious, how divine ! . That can to life and bliss restore A heart so vile as mine ! 5 Thy pard'ning love, so free, so sweet. Dear Saviour ! I adore ; Oh ! keep me at Thy sacred feet, And let me rove no more. Anne Steele, 1760. " For when we were yet without strength, in due time Christ died for the ungodly. ' ' C. M. LAS ! and did my Saviour bleed ? _ And did my Sovereign die? Would He devote that sacred head For such a worm as I ? A^ yo SEPTUAGESIMA. 2 Was it for crimes that I had done He groaned upon the tree ? Amazing pity ! grace miknown ! And love beyond degree ! 3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, And shut his glories in, When God, the mighty Maker, died For man the creature's sin. 4 Thus might I hide my blushing face While His dear cross appears ; Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, And melt mine 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. Isaac Watts, 1707. *' For ye have need of patience, that after ye have done the will of God, ye might receive the projnise.^'' 6s, ds, 8^, ds, ds, 6j", ^s, ds, (}S, THE Church has waited long Her absent Lord to see ; And still in loneliness she waits ; — A friendless stranger she. Age after age has gone, Sun after sun has set. And still in weeds of widowhood She weeps a mourner yet ; Come, then. Lord Jesus, come ! 2 Saint after saint on earth Has lived, and loved, and died ; And as they left us one by one. We laid them side by side ; We laid them down to sleep. But not in hope forlorn ; We laid them but to ripen there. Until the glorious morn ; Come, then. Lord Jesus, come ! 3 We long to hear Thy Voice, To see Thee face to face. To share Thy crown and glory there. As now we share Thy grace. SEXAGESIMA. 7 1 Should not the loving Bride The absent Bridegroom mourn ? Should she not wear the weeds of grief Until her Lord's return? Come, then, Lord Jesus, come ! 4 The whole creation groans. And waits to hear that Voice, That shall restore her comeliness And make her wastes rejoice. Come, Lord, and wipe away The curse, the sin, the stain. And make this blighted world of ours Thine own fair world again ; Come, then. Lord Jesus, come ! Horatius Bonar, iZ^6. SEXAGESIMA. *' A sower went forth to sow his seed.^^ L. M. OTHOU at whose divine command Good seed is sown in every land, Thy Holy Ghost to us impart. And for Thy Word prepare each heart. 2 Not among thorns of worldly thought, Nor soon by passing plunderers caught, Nor lacking depth the root to feed. May we receive Thy Spirit's seed. 3 But may it, while Thy sowers toil. Fall in a good and honest soil ; And springing up from firmest root, With patience bear abundant fruit. By. Alford, 1845. " The seed is the word of God^ C. M. ALMIGHTY God, Thy word is cast Like seed into the ground ; Now let the dews of heaven descend, And righteous growth abound. 72 SEXAGESIMA. 2 Let not the foe of Christ and man This holy seed remove ; But give it root in every heart, To bring forth fruits of love. 3 Let not the world's deceitful cares The rising plant destroy ; But let it yield an hundred fold Returns of peace and joy : 4 Nor let Thy Word, so kindly sent To raise us to Thy throne, Go back to Thee, and sadly tell That we reject Thy Son. 5 Oft as the precious seed is sown. Thy quickening grace bestow. That all, whose souls the truth receive, Its saving power may know. . Jno. Cawood, 1825, altered. " Not unto us, O Lo7'd, not unto us, but unto Thy name give glory r 108 7^", 6 lines. NOT in any thing we do, Thought that's pure, or word that's true, Saviour, would we put our trust. Frail as vapor, vile as dust. All that flatters we disown : Righteousness is Thine alone. 2 Though we underwent for Thee Perils of the land and sea, — Though we cast our lives away, Dying for Thee day by day. Boast we never of our own : Grace and strength are Thine alone. 3 Native cumberers of the ground, All our fruit from Thee is found, Grafted in Thine olive. Lord, New-begotten by Thy word, All we have is Thine alone : Life and power are not our own. 4 And when Thy returning voice Calls Thy faithful to rejoice. SEXAGESIMA. 73 When the countless throng to Thee Cast their crown of victory, We will sing before the Throne, " Thine the glory, not our own !" Henry' A If or d, 1866. '* Look mercifully on our low estate, and cause Thy grace to triu77iph in our weakness J' ^ UIDE me, O Thou great Jehovah, jr Pilgrim through this barren land ; I am weak, but Thou art mighty, • Hold me with Thy powerful hand ; Bread of heaven ! Feed me now and evermore. 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 ; Death of death, and hell's Destruction ! Land me safe on Canaan's side ; Songs of praises, I will ever give to Thee. • William Williams, 1774. '* By grace are ye saved, through faith ; and that not of yourselves : it is the gift of God. ' ' L. M. THIRST, Thou wounded Lamb of God, To wash me in Thy cleansing blood. To dwell within Thy wounds ; then pain Is sweet, and life or death is gain. Take my poor heart, and let it be Forever closed to all but Thee ! Seal Thou my breast, and let me wear That pledge of love forever there. How blest are they who still abide Close shelter' d in Thy bleeding side ! Who thence their life and strength derive, And by Thee move, and in Thee live. I 74 SEXAGESIMA. 4 What are our works but sin and de?th. Till Thou Thy quick'ning Spirit breathe? Thou giv'st the power, the grace to move : Oh, wondrous grace ! Oh, boundless love ! " Thou art my hiding-placed S. M. TO Christ, the Prince of Peace, And Son of God, we sing ; To Him who saved us by His love, Let holy anthems ring. Deep in His heart for us The wound of love He bore ; That love, which still He kindles in The hearts that Him adore. O Jesus ! Victim blest ! What else but love divine, Could Thee constrain to open thus That sacred heart of Thine ? . O Fount of endless life ! O Spring of water clear ! O Flame celestial, cleansing all Who unto Thee draw near ! Hide me in Thy dear heart, For thither do I fly ; There seek Thy grace through life, in death Thine immortality. ^ Latin Hymn. Translated by E. Caswall. "For I am not asha?7ted of the gospel of Christ. L. M. 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 1 sooner far Let evening blush to own a star; He sheds the beams of light divine. O'er this benighted soul of mine. 3 Ashamed of Jesus ! just as soon Let midnight be ashamed of noon : 'Tis midnight with my soul, till He, Bright Morning-Star, bid darkness flee. QUINQUAGESIMA. 75 4 Ashamed of Jesus ! that dear Friend, On whom my hopes of heaven depend ! No ; when I blush, be this my shame, Tliat I no more revere His name. 5 Ashamed of Jesus ! yes, I may. When I've no guilt to wash away. No tear to wipe, no good to crave, No fears to quell, no soul to save. 6 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. Joseph Gngg, 1774. Altered by Benj. Francis. QUINQUAGESIMA. ^'Se/td Thy Holy Ghost ^ and pour info our hearts that most excel- lent gift of char-ity. ' ' 8j, 5-^' 8j, 5J-. THOU, who on that wondrous journey Sett'st Thy face to die, By Thy holy meek example Teach us Charity ! 2 Thou, who that dread cup of suffering Didst not put from Thee, O most loving of the loving, Give us Charity ! 3 Thou, who reignest, bright in glory, On God's throne on high, O, that we may share Thy triumph. Grant us Charity ! 4 Send us Faith, that trusts Thy promise, Hope, with upward eye. But more blest than both, and greater. Send us Charity! Henry Alfoi'd, 1866. ^^ Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends. ' ' L. M. T ESUS, Thy boundless love to me No thought can reach, no tongue declare; Unite my thankful heart to Thee, And reign without a rival there. J 76 QUINQUAGESIMA. 2 Thy love, how cheering is its ray ! AH pain before its presence flies : Care, anguish, sorrow, melt away. Where'er its healing beams arise. 3 O, let Thy love my soul inflame, And to Thy service sweetly bind ; Transfuse it through my inmost fram^e, And mould me wholly to Thy mind. 4 Thy love, in sufferings, be my peace ; Thy love, in weakness, make me strong; And when the storms of life shall cease, Thy love shall be, in heaven, my song. Pati/ Gerhardt, 1659. Trans, by John Wesley, IJJQ. Altered. ^^ Charity f the very bond of perfectness, and of all virtues ^ 8j- & 7^. ORD of life, whose words have taught us How to serve Thee and obey : Lord of love, whose deeds have brought us Wondering at Thy feet to pray : 2 Fill our hearts with ample measure Of the Christian graces three; Most of all v/ith Thy dear treasure. Never-failing charity : 3 Charity that ever bindeth Mortal men with cords of love; Charity that still remindeth Earthly souls of heaven above : 4 Charity, the Spirit's token Sinners have received of Thee: He whom Jesus loved hath spoken ''God Himself is Charity." Hymn. Christ. *^ And now abidcih faith, hope, eharity, these three : but the greatest of these is eharity. ' ' S. M. LORD of the hearts of men ! Thou hast vouchsafed to bless, From age to age. Thy chosen saints With fruits of holiness. QUINQUAGESIMA. 77 2 Here faith, and hope, and love Reign in sweet bond allied ; There, when this little day is o'er, Shall love alone abide. 3 O love, O truth, O light ! Light never to decay ! O rest from thousand labors past ! O endless Sabbath-day ! 4 Here amid cares and tears, Bearing the seed we come ; There with rejoicing hearts we bring Our harvest-burdens home. 5 Give, mighty Lord divine, The fruits Thyself dost love; Soon shalt Thou from Thy judgment seat, Crown Thine own gifts above. Latm Hymn. Trans. Jas. R. Woodford. ^^For with Thee is the fountain of life ^ 2>s & 7J-, double. JESLTS, Refuge of the weary, Object of the spirit's love. Fountain in life's desert dreary, Saviour from the world above : O how oft Thine eyes, offended, Gaze upon the sinner's fall ! Yet upon the cross extended. Thou didst bear the pain of all. 2 Do we pass that cross unheeding. Breathing no repentant vow. Though we see Thee wounded, bleeding. See Thy thorn-encircled brow ! Yet Thy sinless death hast brought us Life eternal, peace and rest ; Only what Thy grace has taught us Calms the sinner's stormv breast. 3 Jesus, may our hearts be burning With more fervent love for Thee I May our eyes be ever turning To Thy cross of agony; 7 * yS ASH WEDNESDAY. Till in glory, parted never From the blessed Saviour's side, Graven in our hearts for ever, Dwell the cross, the Crucified. Jerome Savonarola, 1498. Trans. Anon. ^^All mercy will I keep for him forevermore, and my covenant shall stand fast with Jiimy 2>s & 7^. FAR beyond all comprehension Is Jehovah's cov'nant love : Who can fathom its dimension, Or its unknown limits prove ? 2 Ere the earth upon its basis, By creating power was built, His designs were wise and gracious, For removing human guilt. 3 He displayed His grand intention, On the mount of Calvary ; When He died for our redemption, Lifted high upon the tree. 4 O ! how sweet to view the flowing Of His soul-redeeming blood, With divine assurance knowing That it made my peace with God ! 5 Freely Thou wilt bring to heaven All Thy chosen ransomed race. Who to Thee, their Head were given, In the covenant of grace. ASH V/EDNESDAY. 'fesus, Master, have mercy v.pon us^ 7^-, double. SAVIOUR, when in dust to Thee, Low w^e bend th' adoring knee ; When, repentant, to the skies, Scarce we lift our weeping eyes ; Oh ! by all Thy pains and woe. Suffered once for man below, Bending from Thy throne on high, Hear our solemn Litany ! ASH WEDNESDAY. 79 2 By Thy helpless infant years ; By Thy life of want and tears ; By Thy days of sore distress, In the savage wilderness ; By the dread, mysterious hour Of th' insulting Tempter's power, Turn, O turn, a favoring eye ; Hear our solemn Litany. 3 By the sacred griefs that wept O'er the grave where Lazarus slept ; By the boding tears that flowed Over Salem's loved abode; By the anguished eye that told Treach'ry lurk'd within the fold: From Thy seat above the sky Hear our solemn Litany. 4 By Thine hour of dire despair ; By Thine agony of prayer ; By the cross, the nail, the thorn, Piercing spear and torturing scorn ; By the gloom that veiled the skies O'er the dreadful sacrifice : Listen to our humble cry, Hear our solemn Litany. 5 By Thy deep expiring groan ; By the sad sepulchral stone ; By the vault whose dark abode Held in vain the rising God ! Oh ! from earth to heaven restor'd, Mighty, re-ascended Lord : Listen, listen to the cry Of our solemn Litany. Robert Grant, 181 5. **Turn ye even to me with all your hearts, and with fasting, ana with weeping, and with mourning.^ ^ C. M. THE solemn season calls us now A holy fast to keep ; To crowd within the temple walls, Lament, and pray, and weep. 2 And yet, O God, no plaintive sobs From Thee can pardon win, Unless the heart be moved with grief. And penitent for sin. 8o ASH WEDNESDAY. 3 With Thee avail not smitten breast, Sad face, and garments rent, Unless the contrite soul be sad. And all its guilt lament. 4 With tears that speak a mourning heart. We Thee entreat, O God, From us Thine anger turn away. And stay th' avenging rod. 5 Thou art a righteous Judge ; O deign To spare the bruised reed : We pray for time to turn again, For grace to turn indeed. 6 Blest Trinity in Unity, Vouchsafe us, in Thy love, To gather from these fasts below Immortal fruit above. Latiii Hymn. Translated by y. Chandle?-, altered. *^Tiirn unto the Lord, your God : for He is gracious and merciful. ' ' 1 L. M. TFIOU loving Saviour of mankind. Before Thy throne we pray and weep ; O strengthen us, with grace divine, This sacred fast aright to keep. 2 Searcher of hearts ! Thou dost our ills Discern and all our weakness know : Again to Thee in tears we turn ; Again to us Thy mercy show. 3 Much have we sinn'd, but we confess • Our guilt and all our faults deplore : O, for the praise of Thy great name. These fainting souls to health restore ! 4 And grant us, while by fasts w^e strive This mortal body to control, To fast from all the food of sin. And so to purify the soul. Grej^ory tJw Great. Translated by E. Casivail, altered. * 'Afy sin is ever l>efore ?ne. ' ' 7i-, 6^-, double. Y sins, my sins, my Saviour ! They take such hold on me, I am not able to look up, Save only, Christ, to Thee : M ASH WEDNESDAY. 8i In Thee is all forgiveness, In Thee abundant grace, My shadow and my sunshine The brightness of Thy face. 2 My sins, my sins, my Saviour ! How sad on Thee they fall ! Seen through Thy gentle patience, I tenfold feel them all. I know they are forgiven ; But still, their pain to me Is all the grief and anguish They laid, my Lord, on Thee. 3 My sins, my sins, my Saviour 1 Their guilt I never knew. Till, with Thee, in the desert I near Thy passion drew. Till, with Thee, in the garden I heard Thy pleading prayer, And saw the sweat-drops bloody That told Thy sorrow there. 4 Therefore my songs, my Saviour I E'en in this time of woe, Shall tell of all Thy goodness To suffering man below. Thy goodness and Thy favor. Whose presence from above. Rejoice those hearts, my Saviour, That live in Thee, and love. Jno. S. B. Moiisell, 1863. ^^For we have not a High Priest, which ca?tnnt be touched with a feeling of our infirmities.'''' Hi-, lOJ", Hi", lox, io.f, \os. T~ HOU knov/est, Lord, the weariness and sorrow Of the sad heart that comes to Thee for rest;^ Cares of to-day, and burdens for to-morrow, Blessings implored, and sins to be confessed; We come before Thee at Thy gracious word, And lay them at Thy feet : Thou knowest, Lord. Thou knowest all the past : how long and blindly On the dark mountains the lost wand'rer strayed ; How the good Shepherd followed, and how kindly He bore it home, upon His shoulders laid ; F 82 FIRST SUNDAY IN LENT. And healed the bleeding wounds, and soothed the pain, And brought back life, and hope, and strength again. 3 Thou knowest, not alone as God, all-knowing ; As Man, our mortal v/eakness Thou hast proved : On earth, with purest sympathies o'erflowing, O Saviour, Thou hast wept, and Thou hast loved; And love and sorrow still to Thee may come, And find a hiding-place, a rest, a home. 4 Therefore we come, Thy gentle call obeying, And lay our sins and sorrows at Thy feet ; On everlasting strength our weakness staying. Clothed in Thy robe of righteousness complete : Then rising and refreshed, we leave Thy throne, Then follow on to know as we are known. Jane Borthwick. FIRST SUNDAY IN LENT: *'77ien was Jesus led up of the Spirit info the wilderness to be tempted of the Devil. ' ' C. M. TESUS our Lord, who tempted wast In all points like as we, ^ And didst achieve in that dread fight Undoubted victory; 2 Behold Thy spouse, a season laid Beneath the Tempter's power, Led up into the wilderness To wait her trying hour. 3 May she her forces ready make, And gird her weapons fast, And in the armor of her God Stand fearless to the last. 4 Teach us, when angered at our lot Our faithless souls repine, Man liveth not by bread alone, But by each word divine. 5 When we would rush on danger's point, And dare the lifted sword, Speak in our ears the warning voice, *'Thou shalt not tempt the Lord." FIRST SUNDAY IN LENT. 83 6 And when, deceived by pride or power, Earth's idols we espouse, Teach us that Thou art God alone, And on us are' Thy vows. 7 Thus more than conq'rors we shall be In this our deadly strife. Till angels come and minister To the glad heirs of life. Henry A If or d, 1845. ^^And wheft He had fasted forty days and forty niglits.^^ 25 ^'' FORTY days and forty nights Thou wast fasting in the wild : Forty days and forty nights Tempted and yet undefiled. 2 Sunbeams scorching all the day : Chilly dew-drops nightly shed: Prowling beasts about Thy way, Stones Thy pillow, earth Thy bed. 3 Shall we not Thy sorrow share. And from earthly joys abstain, Fasting with unceasing prayer. Glad with Thee to suffer pain ? 4 And if Satan vexing sore Flesh or spirit should assail, Thou, his Vanquisher before. Grant we may not faint nor fail. 5 So shall we have peace divine. Holier gladness ours shall be : Round us too shall angels shine Such as ministered to Thee. Geo. H Smyttan, altered. ^^If we confess our sins. He is faithful and fust to forgive us our sins. ' ' 126 ^- ^^• SHOW pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive. Let a repenting rebel, live. Are not Thy mercies large and free ? May not a sinner trust in Thee ? 84 FIRST SUNDAY IN LENT. 2 My crimes are great, but ne'er surpass The power and glory of Thy grace ; Great God, Thy nature hath no bound. So let Thy pard'ning love be found. 3 O 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 judgments grow severe, I am condemned, but Thou art clear. 5 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord ! Whose hope, still hov'ring round Thy word, Would light on some sweet promise there. Some sure support against despair. Isaac Watts, 17 19. ' ^Lord, remember me. ' ' C. M. THOU from whom all goodness flows, I lift my heart to Thee ; \\\ all my sorrows, conflicts, woes, Lord, remember me. 2 When with a broken, contrite heart, 1 lift mine eyes to Thee ; Thy name proclaim. Thyself impart, In love remember me. 3 In sore temptations, when no way To shun the ill I see, My strength proportion to my day. And then remember me. 4 And when I tread the vale of death And bow at Thy decree, Then, Saviour, with my latest breath, I'll cry. Remember me. Thos, Hawcis, 1792. *' Whom have I in heaven but Thee, and there is none tipo7i earth that I desire in comparison of Thee. ' ' ds & AfS. EARER, my God to Thee, Nearer to Thee ! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me ; N FIRST SUNDAY IN LENT. 85 Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee ! 2 Though like a wanderer, The sun gone down. Darkness be over me, My rest a stone ; Yet in my dreams I'd be Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee ! 3 There let the world appear Steps unto heaven ; All that Thou sendest me In mercy given ; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee ! 4 Then with my waking thoughts Bright with Thy praise. Out of my stony griefs Bethel I'll raise; So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee ! 5 Or if on joyful wing Cleaving the sky. Sun, moon, and stars forgot. Upward I fly, Still all my song shall be. Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee. Sarah F. Adams, 1841. ^^Have mercy upon me, O God, according to Thy loving- kittdness.'* S. M. HOU Lord of all above, _ And all below the sky ! Prostrate before Thy feet I fall, And for Thy mercy cry. I Forgive my follies past. The crimes which I have done ; Bid a repenting sinner live. Through Thine incarnate Son. 8 T 86 SECOND SUNDAY IN LENT. 3 Guilt, like a heavy load, Upon my conscience lies ; To Thee I make my sorrows known, And lift my weeping eyes. 4 The burden which I feel. Thou canst alone remove ; Do Thou display Thy pard'ning grace, And Thine unbounded love. Bejijainin Beddome, 1790. SECOND SUNDAY IN LENT. ^'Lord, help ;;/^^^^^^' " IVJience shall we buy breads that these may eat ?^'* O BLESSED Lord ! The earth is Thine. By Thy creative hand The golden harvests crown the year, And deck the fertile land. O blessed Lord ! Thou Bread of life That cometh down from heaven ! Supplies of everlasting food By Thee to man are given. g6 FOURTH* SUNDAY IN LENT. 3 Thy Godhead is the well-spring, Lord, The pure, exhaustless source, From which they flow, through age to age. In never-ending course. 4 In channels form'd by Thee they flow. In rivulets of grace, Refreshing all who wander here In this world's desert place. 5 O feed us, weary pilgrims, Lord, And to Thy Zion bring, To keep a heavenly feast with Thee Our Prophet, Priest, and King. C. Wordsworth. *'ln that day there shall be a fountain opened to the house of David: ' C. M. THERE is a fountain filled with blood Drawn from Immanuel's veins ; And sinners plunged beneath that flood Lose all their guilty stains. The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in his day ; And there have I, as vile as he, Washed all my sins away. Dear, dying Lamb ! Thy precious blood Shall never lose its power. Till all the ransomed Church of God Be saved to sin no more. E'er since by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme. And shall be, till I die. Then, in a nobler, sweeter song, I'll sing Thy power to save, When this poor, lisping, stamm'ring tongue Lies silent in the grave. William Cow per, 1779. '' We love Him, because He first loved us^ L. M. LOVE Thee, O most gracious Lord, _ Not that Thou sav'st me by Thy Word; Nor yet because Thy wrath shall doom Those loving not to endless gloom. I FOURTH SUNDAY IN LENT. gf 2 Thou, Thou, my Jesus, full of grace, Didst me upon the cross embrace ; Didst bear the nails, the bloody spear, The great disgrace, the rabble's jeer. 3 Innumerable griefs were Thine, Great sweats and anguish. Lord of mine ! The pangs of death, and all for me. That I, poor wretch, might come to Thee ! 4 Then why not love with all my heart ? O Jesus, most beloved Thou art ! Not that Thou sav'st my soul above. Nor me condemn' st, do I Thee love. 5 Not for the hope of sure reward, But for Thy love, O blessed Lord ! My love is Thine, and e'er shall be, Because, my King, Thou reign 'st o'er me ! Francis Xavier. Trans. C. C. Cox. Cx "The rock of my strength, and my refuge is in God.''^ C. M. OD, my Supporter and my Hope, X 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 : Thy hand conduct me near Thy seat. To dwell before Thy face. 3 Were I in heaven without my God, 'Twould be no joy to me ; And, whilst this 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 ? God is my soul's eternal Rock, The Strength of every saint. 5 But to draw near to Thee, my God ! Shall be my sweet employ; My tongue shall sound Thy works abroad. And tell the world my joy. Isaac Watts, 17 19. 9 G 98 FOURTH SUNDAY IN LENT. ^^I will love Thee, O Lord, my Strength,'' "tjl^f Si- & ^s, 6 lines. I WILL love Thee, — all my treasure ! I will love Thee, — all my strength ! I will love Thee — without measure, And will love Thee right at length. Oh, I will love Thee, Light divine, Till I die and find Thee mine ! 2 I will praise Thee, Sun of glory ! For Thy beams have gladness brought. I will praise Thee, — will adore Thee, For the light I vainly sought : Will praise Thee that Thy words so blest Spake my sin -sick soul to rest. 3 In Thy footsteps now uphold me, That I stumble not nor stray ; When the narrow way is told me. Never let me ling' ring stay. But come, my weary soul to cheer. Shine, eternal Sunbeam, here. 4 Be my heart more warmly glowing, Sweet and calm the tears I shed ; And its love, its ardor showing, Let my spirit onward tread ; Still near to Thee, and nearer still, Draw this heart, this mind, this will. 5 I will love, in joy and sorrow ! Crowning joy ! will love Thee well ! I will love, to-day, to-morrow, While I in this body dwell : Oh ! I will love Thee, Light divine, Till I die and find Thee mine ! yohann Schejfflcr [Angelus). Trans. {Hymns from Land 0/ Luther). J 148 '' We walk by faith, not by sight.'' C. M. FAITH is the brightest evidence Of things beyond our sight. Breaks through the clouds of flesh and sense And dwells in heav'nly light. FIFTH SUNDAY IN LENT. 99 2 It sets times 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 worlds were made By God's almighty word: Abr'am to unknown countries led By faith, obeyed the Lord. 4 He sought a city fair and high. Built by th' eternal hands ; And faith assures us, though we die. That heavenly building stands. Isaac Watts, 1709. *' Grant that we, who are now righteously afflicted and bowed down by the sense of our sins, may be refreshed and lifted up with the joy of Thy salvation. ' ' "14-^ Hi" & lOi". COME, ye disconsolate ! where'er ye languish, Come to the mercy-seat, fervently kneel ; Here bring your wounded hearts ; here tell your anguish ; Earth has no sorrow, that heaven cannot heal. 2 Joy of the desolate ! Light of the straying ! Hope, when all others die, fadeless and pure ! Here speaks the Comforter, in God's name saying. Earth has no sorrow, that heaven cannot cure. 3 Here see the Bread of life; see waters flowing Forth from the throne of God, boundless in love : Come to the feast prepared ; come, ever-knowing. Earth has no sorrow, but heaven can remove. Thomas A'loore, 1816, altered. FIFTH SUNDAY IN LENT. ^ And having spoiled principalities and powers, He made a show of the?n openly, triu?nphi?tg over them.^^ Sj", yi", 6 li?ies. ING, my tongue, the glorious battle, Sing the last, the dread affray; s lOO FIFTH SUNDAY IN LENT. O'er the cross, the Victor's trophy, Sound the glad triumphal lay, How, the pains of death enduring, Earth's Redeemer won the day. 2 Now the thirty years accomplished, Which on earth He willed to see ; Born for this. He meets His Passion, Gives Himself an offering free ; On the cross the Lamb is lifted, There the sacrifice to be. 3 Faithful cross ! above all other One and only noble Tree ! None in foliage, none in blossom. None in fruit thy peer may be. Sweetest wood, and sweetest iron ; Sweetest weight is hung on thee ! 4 Thou alone wast counted worthy This world's ransom to sustain; That a shipwrecked race for ever Might a port of refuge gain, With the sacred blood anointed Of the Lamb for sinners slain. Venantius Forticnatus, 6oo. Translation Compiled. ** God forbid that I should glory , save in the cross of our Lord Jesus CJu'ist. ' ' L. M. THE royal banners forward go ; The cross shines forth in mystic glow ; Where He in flesh, our flesh who made, Our sentence bore, our ransom paid. 2 Where deep for us the spear was dy'd, Life's torrent rushing from His side. To wash us in that precious flood, Where mingled water flowed, and blood. 3 FulfiU'd is all that David told In true prophetic song of old ; Amidst the nations God, saith He, Hath reigned and triumphed from the tree. FIFTH SUNDAY IN LENT. lOI 4 O tree of beauty ! Tree of light ! O tree with royal purple dight ! Elect on whose triumphal breast Those holy limbs should find their rest ! 5 On whose dear arms, so widely flung, The weight of this world's ransom hung; The price of human kind to pay. And spoil the spoiler of his prey ! 6 To Thee, eternal Three in One, Let homage meet by all be done ; Whom by the cross Thou dost restore, Preserve and govern evermore. Venantius Fortunatus , 580. Trans, jfohn M. Neale. ^^ And having made peace, tJwough the blood of His cross/* L. M. WE sing the praise of Him who died, Of Him who died upon the cross ; The sinner's Hope let men deride. For this we count the world but loss. 2 Inscribed upon the cross we see In shining letters, " God is love," He bears our sins upon the tree, He brings us mercy from above. 3 The cross ! it takes our guilt away, It holds the fainting spirit up ; It cheers with hope the gloomy day, And sweetens every bitter cup. 4 It makes the coward spirit brave. And nerves the feeble arm for fight ; It takes its terror from the grave. And gilds the bed of death with light. 5 The balm of life, the cure of woe. The measure and the pledge of love, The sinner's refuge here below. The angels' theme in heaven above. 6 To Christ, who won for sinners grace By bitter grief and anguish sore, Be praise from all the ransomed race For ever and for evermore ! Thomas Kelly , \%\^. I02 FIFTH SUNDAY IN LENT. ^^By His own blood He entered in once into the holy place, havi7t^ obtai?ied eternal redemption for us. ' ' 153 s. M. 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. 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 My soul looks back to see The burdens Thou didst bear, When hanging on the cursed tree, — And hopes her guilt was there. 5 Believing, we rejoice To see the curse remove; We bless the Lamb, with cheerful voice. And sing His bleeding love. Isaac Watts, 1709. *' Ye were not redeemed with corruptible things — / but with the pre- cious blood of Christ, as of a lamb without blemish, and without spoty C. M. 154 J ESUS, with all Thy saints above. My tongue would bear her part : Would sound aloud Thy saving love, And sing Thy bleeding heart. 2 Bless' d be the Lamb, my dearest Lord, Who bought me with His blood, And quenched His Father's flaming sword In His own vital flood : 3 The Lamb that freed my captive soul From Satan's heavy chains, And sent the Lion down to howl Where hell and horror reigns. FIFTH SUNDAY IN LENT. 1 03 4 All glory to the dying Lamb, And never-ceasing praise, While angels live to know His name, Or saints to feel His grace. Isaac Watis, 1707. J ** A man shall he as an hiding-place from the wind, and a covert from the tempest y 155 7-f. 8 lines. ESUS, Lover of my soul ! Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll. While the tempest still is high; Hide me, O my Saviour ! hide, Till the storm of life is past ; Safe into the haven guide ; Oh ! receive my soul at last. Other refuge have I none. Hangs my helpless soul on Thee : Leave, ah ! leave me not alone. Still support and comfort me : All my trust on Thee is stayed, All my help from Thee I bring ; Cover my defenceless head. With the shadow of Thy wing. Thou, O Christ ! art all I want ; More than all in Thee I find ; Raise the fallen, cheer the faint. Heal the sick, and lead the blind : Just and holy is Thy name ; I am all unrighteousness ; False and full of sin I am. Thou art full of truth and grace. Plenteous grace with Thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin ; Let the healing streams abound, Make and keep me pure within. Thou of life the Fountain art. Freely let me take of Thee : Spring Thou up within my heart. Rise to all eternity. Charles Wesley, 1740. I04 SIXTH SUNDAY IN LENT. *' Sanctified through the offering of the body of Jesus once for all'* L. M. 6 lines. THOU eternal Victim slain, A sacrifice for guilty man, By the eternal Spirit made An off' ring in the sinner's stead, Our everlasting Priest art Thou, Pleading Thy death for sinners now. Eternal Victim, from Thy side, Thy love did pour a crimson tide, And still Thy vesture dyed in blood Gives token of the cleansing flood ; The Lamb for ever slain art Thou, Pleading Thy death for sinners now. O Lord of lords, and King of kings. Thou Sun with healing in Thy wings. Pour down upon our darkened sight The brightness of Thy living light ; So may we know Thee Victim, Priest, And find Thee in Thy heavenly feast. Charles Wesley, SIXTH SUNDAY IN LENT. They took branches of palm trees, a?td we?it forth to meet Himy and cried, hosajma. ' ' L. M. RIDE on, ride on in majesty ! Hark, all the tribes hosanna cry ! Thy humble beast pursues his road. With palms and scattered garments strewed. 2 Ride on, ride on in majesty ! In lowly pomp ride on to die ! O Christ ! Thy triumphs now begin. O'er captive death and conquered sin. 3 Ride on, ride on in majesty ! The winged squadrons of the sky Look down with sad and wond'ring eyes To see th' approaching sacrifice. 15S SIXTH SUNDAY IN LENT. I05 Ride on, ride on in majesty ! Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh : The Father, on His sapphire throne Expects His own anointed Son ! Henry H. Mibnan, 1827. ^'Jlosanna to the Son of David.' ^ C. M. HOSANNA ! raise the pealing hymn To David's Son and Lord; With cherubim and seraphim. Exalt th' incarnate Word. 2 Hosanna ! Sovereign, Prophet, Priest ! How vast Thy gifts, how free ! Thy blood our life ; Thy word, our feast ; Thy name, our only plea. 3 Hosanna ! Master ! lo ! we bring Our off' rings to Thy throne : Not gold, nor myrrh, nor mortal thing, But hearts to be Thine own. 4 Hosanna ! once Thy gracious ear Approved a lisping throng ; Be gracious still, and deign to hear Our poor but grateful song. 5 O Saviour ! if redeemed by Thee, Thy temple we behold, Hosannas through eternity We'll sing to harps of gold. IVm. H. Havergal, 1833. Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings hast Thou ordained strength. ' ' 159 7-^ & 6.. LORY, and laud, and honor, To Thee, Redeemer King ! To whom the lips of children Made sweet Hosannas ring ! G 2 Thou art the King of Israel ; Thou David's royal Son ; Who in the Lord's name comest, The King and blessed one. Io6 SIXTH SUNDAY IN LENT, 3 The company of angels Are praising Thee on high ; And mortal men, and all things Created, make reply. 4 The people of the Hebrews With palms before Thee went ; Our praise, and prayer, and anthems Before Thee we present. 5 In hast'ning to Thy Passion They raised their hymns of praise : In reigning 'midst Thy glory, Our melody we raise. 6 Thou didst accept their praises ; Accept the prayers we bring, Who in all good delightest, Thou good and gracious King. Theodidph, 821. Trans, jfno. M. Neale, i8j6. *' The chastisement of our peace was upon Him ; and with His stf'ipes we a7'e healed. ' ' C. M. THOU who through this holy week Didst suffer for us all ; The sick to cure, the lost to seek, To raise up them that fall : 2 We cannot understand the woe Thy love was pleased to bear : O Lamb of God, we only know That all our hopes were there ! 3 Thy feet the path of suffering trod ; Thy hand the victory won : What shall we render to our God For all that He hath done? 4 To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Holy Ghost, By man on earth be honor done. And by the heavenly host. Jtio. M. Neale, 1844. ^^ And when He had thus spoken^ He went befoi'e, ascending zip to Je7'sualeni. ' ' C. M. 8 lines. EE what unbounded zeal and love I Inflamed the Saviour's breast, o SIXTH SUNDAY IN LENT. I07 When steadfast t'wards Jerusalem, His urgent way He pressed. Good-will to man, and zeal for God His every thought engross : * He longs to be baptized with blood, He thirsts to reach the cross. 2 With all His sufferings full in view, And woes to us unknown, Forth to the work His Spirit flew, 'Twas love that urged Him on : By His obedience unto death See Paradise restored : And fallen man brought face to face With His forgiving Lord. 3 Prepare us, Lord, to view Thy cross. Who all our griefs hast borne ; To look on Thee, whom we have pierced, To look on Thee, and mourn : While thus we mourn, may we rejoice, And as Thy cross we see, May each exclaim in faith and hope, * ' The Saviour died for me ! ' TV. Cowper^ Altered. *^ Mercifully grant that we may be counted worthy to have part both in the fellowship of His sufferings and in the glorious power of His resurrection. ' ' L. M. THOU pure Light of souls in need, True joy of every human breast. Sower of life's immortal seed, Our Saviour and Redeemer blest ! o 2 What wondrous pity Thee o'ercame. To make our guilty load Thine own. Sinless, to suffer death and shame For our trangressions to atone ! 3 Thou, bursting Hades open wide. Didst all the captive souls unchain ; And thence to Thy dread Father's side With glorious pomp ascend again. 4 Jesus ! may pity Thee compel To heal the wounds of which we die, And take us in Thy light to dwell, Who for Thy blissful presence sigh. Io8 SIXTH SUNDAY IN LENT. 5 Be Thou our Guide, be Thou our Goal ; Be Thou our pathway to the skies ; Our joy, when sorrow fills the soul ; In death, our everlasting prize. Latin'Hymn. Trans. E. Casivall. J. " In the Lord have I righteousness and strength. ' ' 163 L. M. ESUS, Thy blood and righteousness My beauty are, my glorious dress ; 'Midst flaming worlds, in these arrayed, With joy shall I lift up my head. 2 Bold shall I stand in Thy great day, For who aught to my charge shall lay ? Fully absolved through these I am, From sin and fear, from guilt and shame. 3 When from the dust of death I rise To claim my mansion in the skies. E'en then, this shall be all my plea; Jesus hath lived, hath died for me. 4 Thus Abraham, the friend of God, Thus all heaven's armies bought with blood, Saviour of sinners, Thee proclaim ; Sinners of whom the chief I am. 5 Jesus, be endless praise to Thee, Whose boundless mercy hath for me, For me, and all Thy hands have made. An everlasting ransom paid. 6 Ah ! give to all Thy servants. Lord, With power to speak Thy gracious word ; That all who to Thy wounds will flee, May find eternal life in Thee. Zinzendorf, 1739. Trans. J. Wesley, 1740. ^^ Behold the Lamb of God^ 164: L M BEHOLD the sin-atoning Lamb, With wonder, gratitude and love ! To take away our guilt and shame. See Him descending from above. SIXTH SUNDAY IN LENT. I09 2 Our sins and griefs on Him were laid ; He meekly bore the mighty load : Our ransom-price He fully paid, In groans and tears, in sweat and blood. 3 To save a guilty world He dies ; Sinners, behold the bleeding Lamb ! To Him lift up your longing eyes, And hope for mercy in His name. 4 Pardon and peace through Him abound, He can the richest blessings give ; Salvation in His name is found, He bids the dying sinner live. 5 Jesus, my Lord, I look to Thee : Where else can helpless sinners go ? Thy boundless love shall set me free .From all my wretchedness and woe. *' Worthy is the Lamb that was slam to receive power, and riches y a?id wisdom, and strength, a fid honor, and glory, and blessing.'' C. M. 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." 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 Thine endless praise. 5 The whole creation join in one, To bless the sacred name Of Him that sits upon the throne, And to adore the Lamb. Isaac Watts, 1707. 10 no PASSION WEEK. PASSION WEEK. *^ The Lo7'd Jesics, the same flight in which He was hei7'ayed, took breaiij and when He had given thanks, He brake it, and said, '^ Take, eat.^^ 1@6 L- ^• Jnr^WAS on that dark, that doleful night, J_ When powers of earth and hell arose Against the Son of God's delight, And friends betrayed Him to His foes : 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 I 3 ''This is my body, broke for sin ; Receive and eat the living food ; ' ' Then took the cup, and blest the wine, " 'Tis the new cov'nant in my blood." 4 For us His flesh with nails was torn, He bore the scourge. He felt the thorn ; And justice poured upon His head Its heavy vengeance in our stead. 5 For us His vital blood was spilt. To buy the pardon of our guilt. When for black crimes of greatest size, He gave His soul a sacrifice. 6 ''Do this," He cried, "till time shall end, In mem'ry of your dying friend ; Meet, at my table, and record The love of your departed Lord." 7 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. Isaac Watts, 1707. '^ This is my body which is given for you : this do in rejnembrance of Mer THIS is My Body, which is given for you ; Do this — He said and brake — remembering me. O Lamb of God, our paschal Offering true. To us the Bread of Life each moment be. PASSION WEEK. Ill * This is My Blood, for sin's remission shed — He spake, and passed the wine-stained chalice round : So let us drink, and on Life's fulness fed With heavenly joy each quickening pulse shall bound. ; The hour is come ! with us in peace sit down ; Thine own belov'd, O love us to the end ; Serve us one Banquet ere the night's dark frown Veil from our sight the presence of our Friend. I- Girded with love still wash Thy servants' feet, While they submissive wonder and adore ; Bathed in Thy Blood our spirits every whit Are clean — yet cleanse our goings more and more. ; Some will betray Thee — Master, is it I? Leaning upon Thy love, we ask in fear ; Ourselves mistrusting, earnestly we cry To Thee, the Strong, for strength when sin is near. I But round us fall the evening shadows dim : A saddened awe pervades our darkening sense, In solemn choir we sing the parting Hymn, And hear Thy Voice — ^Arise, let us go hence. C. L. Ford, "My soul is exceeding sorrowful unto death : tarry ye Jure and watch. ' ' L. M. ^IS midnight — and on Olive's brow The star is dimm'd that lately shone; 'Tis midnight — in the garden now, The suff'ring Saviour prays alone. 'Tis midnight — and from all remov'd, Immanuel wrestles lone with fears ; E'en the disciple that He loved Heeds not his Master's griefs and tears. 'Tis midnight — and for others' guilt The man of sorrows weeps in blood ; Yet He that hath in anguish knelt, Is not forsaken by his God. 'Tis midnight — and from ether-plains Is borne the song that angels know ; Unheard by mortals are the strains That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe, Wm. B. Tappan, 1829. J'T^J 112 PASSION WEEK. ^^ Christ also suffered for us, leaving us an example that ye should follow His steps. ' ' L. M. LORD, the wilderness to me A very Paradise shall be, Since Thou for forty days wast there In fasting, solitude and prayer. 2 Unworthy though these feet to rest On ground Thy footsteps once have blest, The way of sorrows shall be mine, Made sweet because it first was Thine. 3 Lord, let me find some lowly place Where I may seek Thy pitying face, And plead with Thee by Olivet, By agony and bloody sweat. 4 Some quiet aisle or dim recess Shall make for me a wilderness j And surely angels shall be there To wait on penitence and prayer. 5 Nor is this all : for I would know The depth of shame, the crown of woe. Stand by the stricken Mother's side While Thou art mocked and crucified. 6 And then in hours of saddest gloom I still will watch around Thy tomb, Till with the day new joy be born. And Thou shalt rise on Easter-morn. 7 Oh blessed thought, that faith can see In every altar. Calvary, Find there the loving arms outspread. And fall before the fallen Head. 8 Come ! King of kings ; come ! Light of light : The Bride awaits the day all bright, When she shall lift, her mourning o'er, The shout of paschal joy once more. William Chatterto7i Dix. ^^Herzliebster Jesu, was hast Du verhrochcn /" iij-, iij-, I ij & 5^, ALAS, dear Lord, what law then hast Thou broken, That such sharp sentence should on Thee be spoken ? Of what great crime hast Thou to make confession — What dark transgression ? PASSION WEEK. 1 1 3 2 They crown His head with thorns, they smite, they scourge Him, With cruel mockings to the cross they urge Him, They give Him gall to drink, they still decry Him — They crucify Him. 3 Whence come these sorrows, whence this mortal anguish? It is my sins for which my Lord must languish ; Yes, all the wrath, the woe He doth inherit, 'Tis I do merit ! 4 There was no spot in me by sin untainted. Sick with its venom all my heart had fainted ; My heavy guilt to hell had well-nigh brought me, Such woe it wrought me. 5 O wondrous love ! whose depths no heart hath sounded, That brought Thee here by foes and thieves surrounded ; All worldly pleasures, heedless, I was trying, While Thou wert dying ! 6 O mighty King ! no time can dim Thy glory ! How shall I spread abroad Thy wondrous story ? How shall I find some worthy gift to proffer ? What dare we offer? 7 For vainly doth our human wisdom ponder — Thy woes. Thy mercy still transcend our wonder. Oh how should I do aught that could delight Thee ! Can I requite Thee? 8 Yet unrequited. Lord I would not leave Thee, I can renounce whate'er doth vex or grieve Thee, And quench, with thoughts of Thee and prayers most lowly, All fires unholy. 9 But since my strength alone will ne'er suffice me To crucify desires that still entice me. To all good deeds, oh let Thy Spirit win me, And reign within me ! 10 I'll think upon Thy mercy hour by hour, I'll love Thee so that earth must lose her power; To do Thy will shall be my sole endeavor Henceforth forever. 11 Whate'er of earthly good this life may grant me I'll risk for Thee, — no shame, no cross shall daunt me; I shall not fear what man can do to harm me, Nor death alarm me. 10* H 114 PASSION WEEK. 12 But worthless is my sacrifice, I own it, Yet, Lord, for love's sake Thou wilt not disown it ; Thou wilt accept my gift in Thy great meekness, Nor shame my weakness. 13 And when, dear Lord, before Thy throne in heaven To me the crown of joy at last is given, Where sweetest hymns Thy saints forever raise Thee, I too shall praise Thee ! y. Heerman, 1630. Trans, by Catherine Winkwcrtk. ' ^It is finished. ' ' HARK ! the voice of love and mercy, Sounds aloud from Calvary ! See ! it rends the rocks asunder, Shakes the earth, and veils the sky ! ''IX. is finish'd!" .Hear the dying Saviour cry ! 2 It is finish'd ! — O what pleasure Do these charming words afford ! Heav'nly blessings without measure, Flow to us from Christ the Lord. It is finish'd ! Saints, the dying words record. 3 Finish'd, all the types and shadows Of the ceremonial law ! Finish'd, all that God has promis'd; Death and hell no more shall awe : It is finish'd ! Saints, from hence your comfort draw. 4 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs ! Join to sing the pleasing theme ; All on earth, and all in heav'n Join to praise Immanuel's name : Hallelujah ! Glory t?o the bleeding Lamb ! Jo7iatha7t Evans {?) 1787. ^^And the sun was darkened, and the vail of the temple was rent in the midst. "I tyO L. M. 5 lines. CLEFT are the rocks, the earth doth quake, The slumberers of the grave awake : PASSION WEEK. H5 The temple's veil is rent in twain : For Christ our sacrifice is slain, And bears of sin and death the pain. Lo ! nature's face of beaming light She veils in darkness at the sight Of Him, her God, the Crucified : 'Tis man alone that dares deride The Savibur who for him hath died. The mighty One, the Son of God, Hath humbly kissed affliction's rod. That by His stripes we might be healed, Our pardon by His blood be sealed. And boundless mercy stand revealed. Oh let us cast each vice away Which thus the Son of God could slay ! With contrite heart and weeping eye Behold the Saviour's cross on high, And every sin and folly fly ! So may we join the song of love Which saints and angels sing above : All honor, glory, praise to Thee, Which wert, and art, and art to be. The Lamb, slain from eternity. C. Dawson. ** Behold a?td see, if there be any sorrow like unto my sorrow ^ 1*73 ^■^' ^^^ ^ lines. O SACRED Head now wounded. With grief and shame weighed down ; Now scornfully surrounded With thorns. Thy only crown ; O sacred Head, what glory. What bliss, till now, was Thine ! Yet, though despised and gory, I joy to call Thee mine. 2 O noblest brow and dearest. In other days the world All feared, when Thou appearedst, What shame on Thee is hurl'd ! How art Thou pale with anguish. With sore abuse and scorn : How does that visage languish Which once was bright as morn. Il6 PASSION WEEK. 3 The blushes late residing Upon that holy cheek, The roses once abiding Upon those lips so meek ; Alas ! they have departed ; Wan death has rifled all ! For weak, and broken-hearted I see Thy body fall. 4 What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered Was all for sinners' gain ; Mine, mine was the trangression. But Thine the deadly pain. Lo ! here I fall, my Saviour ! 'Tis I deserve Thy place, Look on me with Thy favor, Vouchsafe to me Thy grace. 5 Receive me, my Redeemer, My Shepherd, make me Thine. Of every good the Fountain, Thou art the Spring of mine. Thy lips with love distilling, And milk of truth sincere. With heaven's bliss are filling The soul that trembles here. 6 Beside Thee, Lord, I've taken My place — forbid me not ! Hence will I ne'er be shaken Though Thou to death be brought. If pain's last paleness hold Thee, In agony opprest — Then, then will I enfold Thee, Within this arm and breast. 7 The joy can ne'er be spoken — K Above all joys beside; When in Thy body broken I thus with safety hide. My Lord of life desiring Thy glory now to see, Beside the cross expiring I'd breathe my soul to Thee. 8 What language shall I borrow To thank Thee, dearest Friend, PASSION WEEK. ny For this, Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end ! O make me Thine forever, And should I fainting be, Lord, let me never, never Outlive my love to Thee. 9 And when I am departing, O part not Thou from me ; When mortal pangs are darting. Come Lord and set me free. And when my heart must languish* Amidst the final throe. Release me from my anguish By Thine own pain and woe. lo Be near me when I'm dying, O show Thy cross to me ! And for my succor flying. Come, Lord, to set me free. These eyes new faith receiving From Jesus shall not move. Far he, who dies believing. Dies safely through Thy love. Paid Gerhardt, 1656. Trans. J. IV. Alexander, /8jQ. ^^O Lamb of God, that takes f away the sin of the world, have mercy upon us.^^ German Choral. LAMB of God, who bleeding, _ Upon the cross didst languish. Nor scorn, nor malice heeding, So patient in Thine anguish. On Thee our guilt was lying j Thou savedst us by dying. Have mercy on us. Lord Jesus. 2 O Lamb of God, who bleeding, &c. Grant us Thy peace, Lord Jesus. Nikolaus Deems, 1523. Trans. T. C. Porter, iSjg^ ' 'He was woujided for our transgressiofis. ' * IT'S ^^ ^ 7-^' ^ '^^^^^>^- N' OW, my soul ! Thy voice upraising, Tell, in sweet and mournful strain. 174 o Il8 PASSION WEEK. How the Crucified, enduring Grief, and wounds, and dying pain, Freely of His love was offered, ■ Sinless was for sinners slain. 2 See ! His hands and feet are fastened ; So He makes His people free : Not a wound whence blood is flowing But a fount of grace shall be ; Yea, the very nails which nail Him Nail us also to the tree. 3 Through His heart the spear is piercing, Though His foes have seen Him die ; Blood and water thence are streaming In a tide of mystery. Water from our guilt to cleanse us. Blood to win us crowns on high. 4 Jesus ! may those precious fountains Drink to thirsting souls afford ; Let them be our cup and healing. And at length our full reward ; So a ransomed world shall ever Praise Thee, its redeeming Lord. Santolius Maglorianus, 1650. Trajis : Hy. Wtii. Baker, i8br. '* What things were gain to me those I counted loss for Christ.''^ \ L. M. WHEN I survey the wondrous cross. On which the Prince of glory died. My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. 2 Forbid it. Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ, my God ; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to 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, myall. Isaac Watts, I757. Altered by Walter Shirley, I'jyb. * '■ O Death, I will be thy plagues : O grave, I will be thy destruction,^'' 181 L. M. TO Christ, whose cross repaired our loss. All laud and praise from man are due : Be He the song of every tongue The earth's wide bound and heaven through ! II 122 PASSION WEEK. 2 That mighty throe of Thy last woe ; Thy precious blood so freely poured ; Our hearts subdue Thy grace to sue, O Jesus Christ, Redeemer, Lord ! 3 Who, by the power of that dark hour, The reign of sin hast trodden down, Grant holy peace and full release, Redeemer of a world forlorn ! 4 Who in the grave — that new-made cave — O heavenly King, dieist mortal lie : Teach us to rest safe on Thy breast, For Thee to live, in Thee to die. 5 Whom Thou didst call from guilty thrall, Vouchsafe in danger to defend, And lead us on to Thy blest throne, The seat of joys that never end. F. Oakclcy. *' Who is this that co77ieth from Edam, with dyed garments from Bozrah ? ' ' -f QQ ^s & 7i-, 8 tines. WHO is this that comes from Edoni ? Clad in robes with carnage stain'd; Bringing victory and freedom By His martial prowess gain'd ? 'Tis the Captain of salvation Who is conquering in the fight, Rescuing a lost creation By His unassisted might. 2 Lord, the course Thou art pursuing Is a course of glorious gain ; But the work which Thou art doing Is a work of bitter pain ; In a Passion-tide beginning, It will lead to bright renown ; By it Thou a way art winning To an everlasting crown. 3 Through Thy cloud of shame and sorrow Brilliant gleams of light appear ; Whence we hope and comfort borrow In our griefs and struggles here ; Thou dost conquer death by dying; By Thy death we ever live ; PASSION WEEK. 1 23 And to us in darkness lying Thou dost endless glory give. ^ Cruel hands of sinners bound Thee, Thou a sinful world hast freed ; They with tliorns in mockery crown'd Thee, Placing in Thy hand a reed ; Now a starry crown Thou wearest, Heavenly King, almighty Lord ; Sceptre of the world Thou bearest, And by angels art adored. C. Wordsworth, *' Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.'^ C. M. FOR ever here my rest shall be, Close to Thy wounded side; This all my hope and all my plea — For me the Saviour died ! 2 My dying Saviour and my God, Fountain for guilt and sin, Sprinkle me ever with Thy blood, And cleanse and keep me clean. 3 Wash me, and make me thus Thine own ; Wash me, and mine Thou art ; Wash me, but not my feet alone, My hands, my head, my heart. 4 Th' atonement of Thy blood apply, Till faith to sight improve ; Till hope in full fruition die. And all my soul be love. Charles Wesley, T740. *' We bless Thee for all the pains Hiou hast suffered, for every drop of blood Thou hast shed, for every word of com- fort Thou hast spoken on the c?'oss. ' ' 7J", 8 lijtes. Y the blood that flowed from Thee In Thy bitter agony; By the traitor's guileful kiss Filling up Thy bitterness; Jesus, Saviour, hear our cry: Thou wert suffering once as we : Hear the loving litany We Thy children sing to Thee. 124 EASTER EVE. 2 By the cords that, round Thee cast, Bound Thee to the pillar fast ; By the scourge so meekly borne; By Thy purple robe of scorn ; Jesus, Saviour, hear our cry: &c. 3 By the thorns that crowned Thy head ; By the sceptre of a reed ; By Thy foes on bending knee Mocking at Thy royalty ; Jesus, Saviour, hear our cry : &c. 4 By the people's cruel jeers; By the holy women's tears; By Thy footsteps faint and slow, Weighed beneath Thy cross of woe : Jesus, Saviour, hear our cry : &c. 5 By the nails and pointed spear; By Thy desolation drear; By Thy dying prayer which rose Begging mercy for Thy foes; Jesus, Saviour, hear our cry : &c. 6 By the darkness thick as night. Blotting out the sun from sight ; By the cry with which in death Thou didst yield Thy parting breath; Jesus, Saviour, hear our cry : &c. /^ PV. Faber. EASTER EVE. ** Aftd there was Maiy Magdalene and the other Mary, sitting over against the sepulchre.^'' RESTING from His work to-day In the tomb the Saviour lay; Still He slept, from head to feet Shrouded in the winding-sheet, Lying in the rock alone. Hidden by the sealed stone. 2 Late at even there was seen Watching long the Magdalene; Early, ere the break of day, Sorrowful she took her way To the holy garden glade, Where her buried Lord was laid. EASTER EVE. 3 So with Thee, till life shall end I would solemn vigil spend; Let me hew Thee, Lord, a shrine In this rocky heart of mine. Where in pure embalmed cell None but Thou may ever dwell. 4 Myrrh and spices will I bring, True affection's offering; Close the door from sight and sound Of the busy world around ; And in patient watch remain Till my Lord appear again. Thos. Whytehead, 1842. ^^ He went and preached unto the spirits in prison^ g L. M. JESUS, the Author of our life ! As Thine our burden and our strife : As Thine it was to die and rise. So Thine the grave and Paradise. 2 O Lord, who blest the Sabbath-day, Lo, at Thy tomb for rest we pray : Here rest from our own work; and there The perfect rest with Thee to share. 3 O God the Word, who flesh wast made And in the grave for sinners laid : With Thee this mortal frame we trust ; O guard and glorify our dust. 4 O soul of Christ, so freely breathed. And to the Father's hand bequeathed, Draw us with hearts' desire to Thee, When we among the dead are free. 5 Dread Preacher, who to fathers old Didst wonders in the gloom unfold : Tliy perfect creed, O may we learn In Eden, waiting Thy return. 6 They saw Thy day and heard Thy voice, And in Thy glory did rejoice ; And Thou didst break their prison bars, And lead them high above the stars. 7 ^'Captivity led captive" then Was sung by angels and by men : II* 125 126 EASTER EVE. Grant us the same to sing by faith, Both now, and at the hour of death. 8 Our souls and bodies, Lord, receive. To Thine own blessed Easter-eve; All our beloved in mercy keep, As one by one they fall asleep. y. Keble. *^For he that is entered into his rest he also hath ceased from his own works, as God did from His. ' ' JQ'Y loi- & 6s. REST, weary Son of God : and I with Thee, Rest in that rest of Thine. My weariness was Thine ; Thou bearest it. And now Thy rest is mine. 2 Thy life on earth was one sad weariness ; Nowhere to lay Thy head. Thy days were toil and heat ; Thy lonely nights Sought some cold mountain bed. 3 How calmly in that tomb Thou liest now, Thy rest how still and deep ! O'er Thee in love the Father rests : He gives •To His beloved sleep. 4 On Bethel-pillow now Thy head is laid, In Joseph's rock-hewn cell; Thy watchers are the angels of Thy God : They guard Thy slumbers well. 5 Rest, weary Son of God : Thy work is done. And all Thy burdens borne ; Rest on that stone, till the third sun has brought Thine everlasting morn. 6 Then to a higher, brighter, truer rest, Upon the throne above, Rise, weary Son of Man, to carry out Thy glorious work of love. Horatius Bonar, i868. ^^ And Joseph wrapped the body in a clean linen cloth, and laid it in his own tomb, which he had hewn out i?i the rock. I^GG German Choral. REST of the weary ! Thou Thyself art resting now, Where lowly in Thy sepulchre Thou liest. EASTER EVE. 12 7 From out her deathly sleep My soul doth start, to weep So sad a wonder, that Thou Saviour diest 1 2 Thy bitter anguish o'er, To this dark tomb they bore Thee, Life of life,— Thee, Lord of all creation ! The hollow rocky cave Must serve Thee for a grave, Who wast Thyself the Rock of our salvation ! 3 O Prince of Life ! I know That when I too lie low, Thou wilt at last my soul from death awaken ; Wherefore I will not shrink From the grave's awful brink ; ,The heart that trusts in Thee shall ne'er be shaken. 4 To me the darksome Tomb Is but a narrow room, Where I may rest in peace, from sorrow free. Thy death shall give me power To cry in that dark hour, O Death, O Grave, where is your victory? 5 The grave can nought destroy, Only the flesh can die. And e'en the body triumphs o'er decay : Clothed by Thy wondrous might In robes of dazzling light. This flesh shall burst the grave at that last day. 6 My Jesus, day by day. Help me to watch and pray. Beside the tomb where in my heart Thou'rt laid. Thy bitter death shall be My constant memory, My guide at last into death's awful shade. Solomon Frank, 171 1. Trans. Catherine IVinkivorth. *' Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comet h in the mor?ting.^^ 189 1'^^'- SILENCE in the house of prayer ; Low our Lord in earth lies sleeping ; Silence, silence, everywhere. While the saints their watch are keeping. 128 EASTER SUNDAY. 2 He at earliest morn shall rise ; Now in mystic peace He slumbers ; Flow, ye plaintive melodies ; Ring, ye still recurring numbers. 3 Sweet it seems to sit and wake By that tomb in garden lonely, Knowing He can ne'er forsake, This a passing trial only. 4 Though for us His soul doth seek That mysterious world of spirits, He shall rise to cheer the weak ; Hope and joy His Church inherits. 5 So Lent's latest vigil now Keep we with a tempered sadness : Easter-morn ! speed quickly thou, And transform this grief to gladness. 6 Silence in the house of prayer; Low our Lord in earth lies sleeping ; Silence, silence, everywhere, While the saints their watch are keeping. Arthur T. Gumey. EASTER SUNDAY. ** Christ our Passover is crucified for us ; therefore let us keep tJu feast." L. M. THE Lamb's high banquet called to share In robes of saintly white we sing : And through the Red Sea safely brought We triumph sound to Christ our King ! He gives His body, on the cross Consumed with love, to be our food : And drinking of His roseate blood We live upon the living God. Th' avenging angel passes o'er The blood drops on the lintel spread : The waters, cleft for Israel's hosts. Soon close to whelm th' Egyptian dead. Now Christ, the Lamb without a stain, Is slain our Paschal Lamb to be : EASTER SUNDAY. I 29 His flesh is our oblation made, The leaven of sincerity. 5 Hail, purest Victim heaven could find The powers of hell to overthrow : Thou hast the chains of death destroyed, Thou dost the prize of life bestow. 6 Hail, Victor Christ ! Hail, risen King, To Thee alone belongs the crown : Thy power the heavenly gates unbarred. And dragged the Prince of darkness down. 7 O Jesus, from the death of sin Keep us, we pray ; so shalt Thou be The everlasting Paschal joy Of all the souls new-born in Thee. Latin Hymn. Trans. E. Caswall. "^The glory of the Lord is risen vpon thee.''* 191 D. C. M. AWAKE, glad soul ! awake ! awake ! Thy Lord hath risen long; Go to His grave, and with thee take Both tuneful heart and song ; Where Life is waking all around. Where Love's sweet voices sing, The first bright Blossom may be found Of an Eternal Spring. 2 To Angels' sleepless eyes alone Did heav'n the boon accord ; Their hands had roll'd away the stone And deck'd their rising Lord ; And still within the solemn shade Of Death they sat and shone, To point where lately He was laid, And tell how He was gone. 3 O Love ! which lightens life's distress. Love, death cannot destroy; O Grave ! whose very emptiness To faith is full of joy : Let but that Love our hearts supply From heaven's Eternal Spring, Then Grave, where is thy victory ? And Death, where is thy sting ? I 130 EASTER SUNDAY. 4 The shade and gloom of life are fled This Resurrection Day ; Henceforth in Christ are no more dead, The grave hath no more prey : In Christ we live, in Christ we sleep, In Christ we wake and rise ; And the sad tears Death makes us weep He wipes from all our eyes. 5 And every bird, and every tree, And every opening flower. Proclaim His glorious victory, His Resurrection-power : The folds are glad, the fields rejoice. With vernal verdure spread. The little hills lift up their voice, And shout that Death is dead. 6 Then wake, glad heart ! awake ! awake ! And seek thy risen Lord, Joy in His Resurrection take And comfort in His word ; And let thy life, through all its ways. One long thanksgiving be, Its theme of joy, its song of praise, Christ died and rose for me. y, s. b. Monseii.iSb?. ^^ Because I live, ye shall live also. ' ' 7i-,8i-, 7i-, 8^, 7^", 7x. JESUS lives, and so shall I. Death, Thy sting is gone forever : He who deigned" for me to die, Lives, the bands of death to sever. He shall raise me with the just ; Jesus is my Hope and Trust. 2 Jesus lives and reigns supreme ; And, His kingdom still remaining, I shall also be with Him, Ever living, ever reigning. God has promised ; be it must : Jesus is my Hope and Trust. 3 Jesus lives, and God extends Grace to each returning sinner. Rebels He receives as friends. And exalts to highest honor. God is true as He is just ; Jesus is my Hope and Trust. EASTER SUNDAY. I3I 4 Jesus lives, and by His grace, Victory o'er my passions giving, I will cleanse my heart and ways, Ever to His glory living. Th' weak He raises from the dust : Jesus is my Hope and Trust. 5 Jesus lives, and I am sure Naught shall e'er from Jesus sever: Satan's wiles and Satan's power, Pain or pleasures, ye shall never ! Christian armor cannot rust : Jesus is my Hope and Trust. 6 Jesus lives, and death is now But my entrance into glory : Courage ! then, my soul, for thou Hast a crown of life before thee ; Thou shalt find thy hopes were just ; Jesus is the Christian's trust. Chr, F. Gellerf, 1757. Trans : Unknown. *^Ye seek Jesus of JSTazareth which was crucified : He is risen ; He is not here. ' ' 193 7^ CHRIST the Lord is risen to-day. Sons of men and angels say ; Raise your joys and triumphs high, Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply. 2 Love's redeeming work is done. Fought the fight, the battle won \ Lo ! the 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 bonds of hell ; Death in vain forbids Him rise, Christ hath opened Paradise. 4 Lives again our glorious King ! ''Where, O death, is now thy sting?" Once He died our souls to save, ''Where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave?" 5 Soar we now where Christ hath led, FoU'wing our exalted Head : Made like Him, like Him we rise. Ours the cross, the grave, the skies. Charles Wesley ^ 1739- 132 EASTER SUNDAY. A ''He was dead, and behold He is alive forevermore,'* ']s, 8 lifies. T the Lamb's high feast we sing _ ^ Praise to our victorious King, Who hath washed us in the tide Flowing from His piercdd side : Praise we Him, whose love divine Gives His guests His blood for wine, Gives His body for the feast ; Love the Victim — Love the Priest. 2 Where the Paschal blood is poured Death's dark angel sheathes his sword; Israel's hosts triumphant go Through the wave that drowns the foe. Praise we Christ, whose blood was shed, Paschal Victim, Paschal Bread; With sincerity and love Eat we manna from above. 3 Mighty Victim from the sky, Hell's fierce powers beneath Thee lie: Thou hast conquered in the fight ; Thou hast brought us life and light. Now no more can death appal. Now no more the grave enthral : Thou hast opened Paradise, And in Thee Thy saints shall rise. 4 Easter triumph, Easter joy- Sin alone can this destroy : From sin's power do Thou set free Souls new-born, O Lord, in Thee. Hymns of glory and of praise. Father unto Thee we raise ; Risen Lord, all praise to Thee, With the Spirit, ever be. Latin Hymn. Trans. R. Campbell, iSjo. ^'Oh death where is thy sting? oh grave where is thy victory /' "I O^ 7^", 6^-, 8 lines. THE Lord of life is risen. Sing, Easter heralds, sing ; He bursts His rocky prison, Wide let the triumph ring. EASTER SUNDAY. 1 33 In death no longer lying, He rose, the Prince, to-day ; Life of the dead and dying He triumphed o'er decay. The Lord of life is risen, And love no longer grieves ; In ruin lies death's prison, vSing, heralds, Jesus lives. We hear Thy blessed greeting: • Salvation's work is done ! We worship Thee, repeating : ^^ " Life for the dead is won !" Around Thy tomb, O Jesus, How sweet the Easter breath ; Hear we not in the breezes, ''Where is Thy sting, O Death?* Dark hell flies in commotion. The heavens their anthems sing; While far o'er earth and ocean, Glad hallelujahs ring ! O publish this salvation. Ye heralds, through the earth ; To every buried nation Proclaim the day of birth. Till, rising from their slumbers In long and ancient night, The countless heathen numbers Shall hail the Easter light. ; Hail ! hail ! our Jesus risen ! Sing, ransomed brethren, sing ! Through death's dark, gloomy prison, Let Easter chorals ring. Haste, haste, ye captive legions Accept your glad reprieve ; Come forth from sin's dark regions — In Jesus' kingdom live. y.P. Lange, 1851. Trans. H. Harbaugh. * ' 7 he Lord is risen indeed. S. M. ^^ 'T^HE Lord is ris'n indeed ;" I The grave hath lost its prey ; With Him shall rise the ransom'd seed To reign in endless day. 12 134 EASTER SUNDAY. 2 " The Lord is ris'n indeed ; " He lives, to die no more; He lives, His people's cause to plead, Whose curse and shame He bore. 3 "The Lord is ris'n indeed;" Attending angels, hear ; Up to the courts of heav'n, with speed, The joyful tidings bear. 4 Then take your golden lyres, • And strike each cheerful chord ; Join all the bright, celestial choirs. To sing our risen Lord. Thomas Kelly, 1804. tt H I am He that Uveth and was dead; and behold I am alive for- evermore, Amen ; and have the keys of hell a?id death J' ^ 8j", 7>f, 8 lines. ALLELUJAH ! Hallelujah ! Hearts to heaven and voices raise j Sing to God a hymn of gladness. Sing to God a hymn of praise. He who on the cross a victim For the world's salvation bled, Jesus Christ, the King of glory, Now is risen from the dead. Now the iron bars are broken, Christ from death to life is born, Glorious life, and life immortal On this holy Easter morn : Christ has triumphed and we conquer By His vict'ry o'er the grave; Quicken'd with Him by the Spirit, We the life eternal have. Christ is risen, Christ the first-fruits Of the holy harvest-field, Which will all its full abundance At His second coming yield ; Men the golden ears of harvest With their heads before Him wave. Ripened by His glorious sunshine, From the furrows of the grave. Christ is risen, we are risen. Shed upon us heav'nly grace. J EASTER SUNDAY. 135 Rain and dew and streams of glory From the brightness of Thy face, That we, with our hearts in heaven, Here on earth may fruitful be, And by angel hands be gather' d, And be ever, Lord, with Thee. Christopher Wordsworth, altered. ^^ If ye then be risen with Christ, seek those things which are above. ''^ 7J-, Si-, 7i-, 8i-, 4f. ESUS lives ! no longer now Can thy terrors, Death, appal us : Jesus lives ! by this we know Thou, O Grave, can'st not enthral us. Alleluia ! 2 Jesus lives ! henceforth is death But the gate of life immortal : This shall calm our trembling breath, When we pass its gloomy portal. Alleluia ! 3 Jesus lives ! for us He died : Then, alone to Jesus living, Pure in heart may we abide. Glory to our Saviour giving. Alleluia ! 4 Jesus lives ! our hearts know well Nought from us His love shall sever; Life, nor death, nor powers of hell Tear us from His keeping ever. Alleluia ! 5 Jesus lives ! to Him the throne • Over all the world is given : May we go where He is gone, Rest and reign with Him in heaven. Alleluia ! ' C. E. Gellert, 1757. Trans. Frances E, Cox, i2>41, ''Alleluia:' THE strain upraise of joy and praise. Alleluia ! To the glory of their King Shall the ransomed people sing Alleluia ! And the choirs that dwell on high Shall re-echo through the sky Alleluia ! 136 EASTER SUNDAY. 4 They through the fields of Paradise that roam, The blessed ones, repeat through that bright home Alleluia ! 5 The planets glitt'ring on their heavenly way, The shining constellations, join, and say Alleluia! 6 Ye clouds that onward sweep ! Ye winds on pinions light ! Ye thunders echoing loud and deep ! Ye lightnings, wildly bright ! In sweet consent unite your Alleluia I 7 Ye floods and ocean billows ! Ye storms and winter snow ! Ye days of cloudless beauty ! Hoar frost and summer glow ! Ye groves that wave in spring, And glorious forests, sing Alleluia ! 8 First let the birds with .painted plumage gay, Exalt their great Creator's praise, and say Alleluia! 9 Then let the beasts of earth with varying strain. Join in creation's hymn, and cry again Alleluia ! 10 Here let the mountains thunder forth, sonorous Alleluia! There let the valleys sing in gentler chorus, Alleluia ! 11 Thou jubilant abyss of ocean, cry Alleluia ! Ye tracts of earth and continents, reply Alleluia 1 12 To God, who all creation made, The frequent hymn be duly paid : Alleluia ! 13 This is the strain, the eternal strain, the Lord of all things loves: Alleluia! This is the song, the heav'nly song, that Christ Himself ap- proves : Alleluia ! 14 Wherefore we sing, both heart and voice awaking, Alleluia! And children's voices echo, answer making, Alleluia! 15 Now from all men be outpour' d Alleluia to the Lord ; With Alleluia evermore The Son and Spirit we adore. 16 Praise be done to the Three in One. Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia. Godescalcus, 950. Trans: Jno M. Neale, 1831, '' The first begotten of the dead, and the prince of the kings of the earth. " 8 J" & 7 J", 8 lines. LLELULA., sing to Jesus, His the sceptre, His the throne; A' EASTER SUNDAY. ^37 Alleluia, His the triumph, His the victory alone ; Hark the songs of peaceful Zion Thunder like a mighty flood ; Jesus out of every nation Hath redeemed us by His blood. 2 Alleluia, Bread of angels Thou on earth our Food, our Stay, Alleluia, here the sinful Flee to Thee from day to day ; * Intercessor, Friend of sinners. Earth's Redeemer, plead for me, Where the songs of all the sinless Sweep across the crystal sea. 3 Alleluia, King eternal. Thee the Lord of lords we own ; Alleluia, born of Mary, Earth Thy footstool, heav'n Thy throne: Thou within the veil hast entered. Robed in flesh, our great High Priest; Thou on earth both Priest and Victim In the Eucharistic Feast. JV. C. Dix. ''The angel of the Lord descended from heaven, and came and rolled back the stone from the door, and sat upon it. H. M. YES, the Redeemer rose. The Saviour left the dead ; And o'er our hellish foes High raised His conquering head : In wild dismay, the guards around Fall to the ground, and sink away. 2 Lo ! the angelic bands In full assembly meet. To wait His high commands And worship at His feet : Joyful they come, and wing their way, From realms of day to Jesus' tomb. 3 Then back to heaven they fly, And the glad tidings bear ; Hark ! as they soar on high, What music fills the air ! 12* 138 EASTER MONDAY. Their anthems say, ''Jesus, who bled, Hath left the dead; 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, ''Jesus, who bled, Hath left the dead, no more to die." 5 All hail ! triumphant Lord ! Who sav'st us with Thy blood : Wide be Thy name adored. Thou rising, reigning God ! With Thee we rise, with Thee we reign And empires gain, beyond the skies. Philip Doddridge, 1740. EASTER MONDAY ^^ Behold two of them wefit that same day to a village called Emmaiis. ' ' 7-f. WHEN two friends on Easter-day To Emmaus bent their way, On that Paschal eventide Christ was walking at their side. 2 Then their hearts within them glow'd When Himself to them He show'd In the Scripture, as a King Glorified by suffering. 3 Thou art ever with us. Lord, Walking in Thy holy word ; And Thy voice, O Saviour dear, Li that word we ever hear ; 4 What the holy prophets meant In the ancient Testament, Thou art opening to our view. Lord, forever in the New. 5 And Thy presence, Lord, we feel When we at Thy table kneel ; When we feed upon Thee there, We too at Emmaus are. EASTER MONDAY. 1 39 6 Though not kenn'd by carnal eye, Yet we know Thee ever nigh ; Though Thou art much further gone Even to Thy heavenly throne ; 7 Yet we, Lord, behold Thy face Ever in the means of grace : There Thou walkest by our side, There Thou with us dost abide. Christopher Wordsworth. ^^ Abide with us : for it is toward eve ?ii fig and the day is far spent. " lOi'. ABIDE with me ; fast falls the eventide : Tiie darkness deepens ; Lord ! with me abide ; When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless ! Oh ! abide with me. 2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day; Earth's joys grow dim ; its glories pass away ; Change and decay in all around I see : Thou who changest not ! abide with me. 3 I need Thy presence every passing hour ; What, but Thy grace, can foil the Tempter's pow'r? Who, like Thyself, my Guide and Stay can be ? Through cloud and sunshine, Oh ! abide with me. 4 I fear no foe with Thee at hand to bless ; Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness ; Where is death's sting? where, grave! thy victory? 1 triumph still, if Thou abide with me. 5 Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes ; Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies ; Heav'n's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee : In life and death, O Lord ! abide with me. Hcmy Francis Lyte, 1847. 204 ** Abide in me and I in yozi. C. M. ^ A BIDE with us,' the shades of eve £\^ Are falling fast around ; Far spent' the day — O do not leave The souls Thy love has found ! 140 EASTER MONDAY. 2 O leave us not ! — tho' slow of heart To trust Thy plighted word ; Abide, nor evermore depart, Abide with us, O Lord ! 3 The solemn joy, the awful fear, The hallow' d hush of peace, The consciousness that Thou art near, We would not these should cease. 4 They came to us with glad accord This blessed Easter-tide, They will 'abide with us,' O Lord If Thou with us abide. y. S. B. Monsell, 1857. 205 ''He is Lord of all: ' C. M. ALL hail ! the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall, Bring forth the royal diadem. And crown Him Lord of all. 2 Crown Him, ye morning stars of light, Who fixed this floating ball ; Now hail the strength of Israel's might, And crown Him Lord of all. 3 Crown Him, ye martyrs of our God, Who from His altar call j Extol the stem of Jesse's rod And crown Him Lord of all. 4 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race. Ye ransomed from the fall. Hail Him who saves you by His grace. And crown Him Lord of all. 5 Hail Him, ye heirs of David's line. Whom David, Lord did call ; The God incarnate ! Man divine ! And crown Him Lord of all. 6 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall ; Go, spread your trophies at His feet. And crown Him Lord of all. FIRST SUNDAY AFTER EASTER.' 141 7 Let every kindred, every tribe On this terrestrial ball, To Him all majesty ascribe, And crown Him Lord of all. 8 O that with yonder sacred throng, We at His feet may fall ; We'll join the everlasting song, And crown Him Lord of all. Edward Perronet, 1780, altered. FIRST SUNDAY AFTER EASTER. ^* Then were the disciples glad zvhen tJiey saw the LordJ" L. M. THAT Easter-tide with joy was bright. The sun shone out a fairer light, When to their longing eyes restor'd, Th' Apostles saw their risen Lord. 2 He bade them see His hands, His side, Where yet the glorious wounds abide ; Oh, tokens true, which made it plain Their Lord indeed was ris'n again. 3 Jesus, the King of righteousness, Do Thou Thyself our hearts possess, That we may give Thee all our days The tribute of our grateful praise. 4 O Lord of all, with us abide In this our joyful Easter-tide ; From every weapon death can wield Thine own redeem' d forever shield. c "■^Then came Jesus, the doors bei?ig shut, and stood in the midst ^ and said, ^ Peace be unto you. ' ' ' V- 'ALM they sit with closed door Shutting out the city's din; Tenant of the tomb no more See the Saviour enter in ; Spirit-like behold Him glide To each saintly wond'ring guest. Show His pierced hands and side, Breathe His peace in every breast. 142 FIRST SUNDAY AFTER EASTER. 3 What though years have rolled away, Since, triumphant from the tomb, Jesus, at the close of day. Sought that quiet, upper room. 4 Oft from Zion's heavenly hill Seeks He yet His faithful few, Bides with them in spirit still, Shows each glorious wound anew. 5 Mighty Lord, descend, we pray. Where Thy fond disciples meet; Many a Magdalene to-day Fain would her Deliv'rer greet: 6 Many a Thomas scarce can dare Own Thee for His God and Lord ; Come and banish doubt and care With Thy true almighty Word. ^^He that believeth on the Son of God hath the witness in himself.^^ 5J08 ^^' ^^' 7>f. Sj, 7^-, 7J-. ~~ ESUS, my eternal Trust, And my Saviour, ever liveth ; This I know ; and deep and just Is the peace this knowledge giveth ; Calm though death's long night be fraught Still with many an anxious thought. Hope's strong chain, around me bound, Still shall twine my Saviour grasping; And my hand of faith be found, As death left it, Jesus clasping ; No assault the foe can make, E'er that deathless clasp shall break I I am flesh, and therefore duly Dust and ashes must become ; This I know, but know as truly. He will wake me from the tomb. That with Him, whate'er betide, I may evermore abide ! God Himself in that best place. Shall a glorious body give me; I shall see His blissful face, To His heav'ns He'll receive me; To His joyful presence raise, Ever upon Christ to gaze ! J SECOND SUNDAY AFTER EASTER. 1 43 5 Then these eyes my Lord shall know, My Redeemer, and my Brother ; In His love my soul shall glow, I myself, and not another ! Then from this rejoicing heart Every weakness shall depart. Louisa Henrietta of Bratidenburg, 1653. Trans. Elizabeth Charles? *' We see Jesus who was made a little lower than the angels, for the suffering of death, croivned with glory and honor, CM. HOSANNA to the Prince of light, Who clothed Himself in clay, Entered the iron gates of death, And tore the bars away, 2 Death is no more the king of dread, Since our Immanuel rose : He took the tyrant's sting away, And vanquished all our foes. 3 See how the Conq'ror mounts aloft, And to His Father flies, With scars of honor in His flesh, And triumph in His eyes ! 4 Raise your devotion, mortal tongues. To reach His blessed abode : Sweet be the accents of your songs To our incarnate God. 5 Bright angels ! strike your loudest strings. Your sweetest voices raise ; Let heaven, and all created things, Sound our Immanuel' s praise. Isaac Watts, 1707. SECOND SUNDAY AFTER EASTER, 210 ^'The Lord is my shepherd ; I shall not want, S. M. THE Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied ; Since He is mine, and I am His, What can I want beside ? 144 SECOND SUNDAY AFTER EASTER. 2 He leads me to the place Where heav'nly pasture grows, Where living waters gently pass, And full salvation flows. 3 If e'er I 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 shade, My Shepherd's with me there. 5 In spite of all my foes Thou dost my table spread; My cup with blessings overflows And joy exalts my head. 6 The bounties of Thy love Shall crown my foil' wing days; Nor from Thy house will I remove. Nor cease to speak Thy praise. Isaac Watts, 17 19. *^I a7n the good shepherd.^'' L. M. ESUS, the shepherd of the sheep, J Thy little flock in safety keep ; The flock for which Thou cam'st from heav'n, The flock for which Thy life was giv'n. O guard Thy sheep from beasts of prey, And guide them that they never stray : Cherish the young, sustain the old. Let none be feeble in Thy fold. 3 Secure them from the scorching beam. And lead them to the living stream : In verdant pastures let them lie, And watch them with a shepherd's eye. 4 O may Thy sheep discern Thy voice. And in its sacred sound rejoice : From strangers may they ever flee. And know no other guide but Thee. 2 SECOND SUNDAY AFTER EASTER. 1 45 Lord, bring Thy sheep that wander yet, And let the number be complete Then let Thy flock from earth remove, And occupy the fold above. Thomas Kelly. ^^ I know that my Redeemer liveth.'"' L. M. HE lives, the great Redeemer lives, What joy the blest assurance gives : And now, before His Father, God, Pleads the full merit 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 pow'rful intercessions rise. And guilt recedes, and terror dies. 4 In ev'ry 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 Him our humble hopes depend : Our cause can never, never fail. For Jesus pleads, and must prevail. Anne Steele, 1760. . ^^ For ye were as sheep going astray ; but are now returned unto the Shepherd and Bishop of your souls, ' ' 213 H- M. GREAT Prophet of my God, My tongue would 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. 2 Be Thou my Counsellor, My Pattern, and my Guide : And through this desert land Still keep me near Thy side : O let my. feet ne'er run astray. Nor rove, nor seek the crooked way. 13 K 146 SECOND SUNDAY AFTER EASTER. 3 I love my Shepherd's voice : His watchful eyes shall keep My wandering soul among The thousands'of His sheep; He feeds His flock, He calls their names, His bosom bears the tender lambs. Isaac Waits, 1709. ^^The God of peace ivho brought again f?'0)n the dead 01/?' Lord Jesus, the great Shepherd of tlic sheep, through the blood of the everlasting covenant, make you pe?fect.''' js. NOW may He, who, from the dead, Brought the Shepherd of the sheep, Jesus Christ, our King and Head, All our souls in safety keep ! 1 May He teach us to fulfil What is pleasing in His sight ; Perfect us in all His will. And preserve us day and night ! ; To that dear Redeemer's praise Who the covenant sealed with blood, Let our hearts and voices raise Loud thanksgivings to our God, fohn Newton, lyiQ. ^^He shall feed his flock like a shepherd.''^ L. M. JESUS, my Shepherd, let me share Thy guiding hand, Thy tender care; And let me ever find in Thee, A refuge and a rest for me. 2 O lead me ever by Thy side, Where fields are green, and waters glide ; And be Thou still, where'er I be, A refuge and a rest for me. 5 While I this barren desert tread, Feed Thou my soul on heavenly bread ; 'Mid foes and fears Thee may I see, A refuge and a rest for me, 4. Anoint me with Thy gladdening grace, To cheer me in the heavenly race ; Cause all my gloomy doubts to flee, And make my spirit rest in Thee. 215 THIRD SUNDAY AFTER EASTER. I47 When death shall end this mortal strife, Bring me through death to endless life ; Then, face to face, beholding Thee, My refuge and my rest shall be. THIRD SUNDAY AFTER EASTER. T' ** For to tills end Christ both died a?td rose and revived, that He might be Lord both of the dead and the living. ' ' 8j-, yj-. Si-, yjT, Zs, Zs, yj-. HE Lord of Might from Sinai's brow- Gave forth His voice of thunder: And Israel lay on earth below, Outstretched in fear and wonder : Beneath His feet was pitchy night. And at His left hand and His right The rocks were rent asunder. 2 The Lord of Love on Calvary, A meek and suffering stranger. Upraised to heaven His languid eye, In nature's hour of danger: For us He bore the weight of woe. For us He gave His blood to flow, And met His Father's anger. 3 The Lord of Love, the Lord of Might, The King of all created. Shall back return to claim His right. On clouds of glory seated : With trumpet-sound and angel-song. And hallelujahs loud and long, O'er death and hell defeated. Rei{inald Heber. ^^ A little while, and ye shall see me, because I go to the Father, '* L. M. LET me be with Thee where Thou art, My Saviour, my eternal Rest : Then only will this longing heart Be fully and for ever blest. 2 Let me be with Thee where Thou art, Thy unveiled glory to behold : Then only will this wandering heart Cease to be treach'rous, faithless, cold. s 148 THIRD SUNDAY AFTER EASTER. 3 Let me be with Thee where Thou art, Where spotless saints Thy name adore : Then only will this sinful heart Be evil and defiled no more. 4 Let me be with Thee where Thou art, Where none can die, where none remove : Then neither death nor life will part Me from Thy presence and Thy love. Charlotte Elliott, 1836. *^ I beseech you as strangers and pilgrims, abstain from fleshly Insist C. M. AVED by Thy blood, the Red Sea pass'd, Our foes o'erthrown by Thee, Strangers in this world's wilderness, And pilgrims. Lord, are we. 2 But Thou art with us ; in the night Thy shining pillar leads. In scorching sands Thy streams refresh. Thy heav'nly manna feeds. 3 Thy church, O Saviour, holds the Law By Thy dread Godhead given, Preaches Thy word, and taught by Thee Dispenses grace from heaven. 4 O keep us far from fleshly lusts ; For, cleans' d, O Lord by Thee, Strangers in this world's wilderness, And pilgrims here are we; 5 Obedient to Thy will, O Lord, And by Thy bounty blest. So may we reach the promised land. The Canaan of our Rest. Christopher Wordsworth, '^Vour heart shall rejoice, and your joy no man taketh from you. ^* H. M. REJOICE ! the Lord is King !— Your God and King adore; Mortals ! give thanks, and sing, And triumph evermore : Lift up your hearts, — lift up your voice, Rejoice ! again, I say, rejoice ! 2 His kingdom cannot fail ; He rules o'er earth and heaven; THIRD SUNDAY AFTER EASTER. 1 49 The keys of death and hell Are to our Jesus given : Lift up your hearts, — lift up your voice, Rejoice ! again, I say, rejoice ! 3 He all His foes shall quell. Shall all our sins destroy ; And every bosom swell With pure seraphic joy : Lift up your hearts, — lift up your voice, Rejoice ! again, I say, rejoice ! 4 Rejoice in glorious hope ; Jesus, the Judge, shall come. And take His servants up To their eternal home : We soon shall hear th' archangel's voice, The trump of God shall sound, rejoice ! Charles Wesley, 1746. " Wait on the Lord : be of good courage , and He shall strengthen thy hearty C. M. HE Lord of glory is my light, And my salvation too ; God is my strength ; nor will I fear What all my foes can do. T 2 One privilege my heart desires ; O grant me an abode. Among the churches of Thy saints, The temples of my God ! 3 There shall I offer my requests, And see Thy beauty still ; Shall hear Thy messages of love. And there inquire Thy will. 4 When troubles rise, and storms appear, There may His children hide ; God has a strong pavilion, where He makes my soul abide. 5 Now shall my head be lifted high Above my foes around. And songs of joy and victory Within Thy temple sound. Isaac Watts, 1719. 13* 150 THIRD SUNDAY AFTER EASTER. ^^ I go to prepare a place for you.** S. M. " T70REVER with the Lord ! " J7 Amen, so let it be: Life from the dead is in that word, And immortality. 2 Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home. 3 My Father's house on high, Home of my soul, how near At times to Faith's foreseeing eye Thy golden gates appear ! 4 My thirsty spirit faints To reach the land I love, The bright inheritance of saints, Jerusalem above ! 5 I hear at morn and even, At noon and midnight hour. The choral harmonies of heaven Earth's Babel tongues o'erpower. 6 " Forever with the Lord ! " Father, if 'tis Thy will, The promise of that faithful word, E'en here to me fulfil. 7 So, when my latest breath Shall rend the veil in twain, By death I shall escape from death. And life eternal gain. 8 Knowing as I am known, How shall I love that word. And oft repeat before the throne, *' Forever with the Lord !" James Montgomery, 1835. ^^Lo I am with you alway, eveii unto the end of the world.'' OQQ 8>f, 7^, 8 lines. '^ A LW AYS with us, always with us:" — £\^ Words of cheer and words of love ; Thus the risen Saviour whispers. From His dwelling-place above. With us, when we toil in sadness. Sowing much and reaping none ; Telling us that in the future Golden harvests shall be won : FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER EASTER. 151 With US, when the storm is sweeping O'er our pathway dark and drear ; Waking hope within our bosoms, Stilling every anxious fear : With us, in the lonely valley, When we cross the chilling stream ; Lighting up the steps to glory, With salvation's radiant beam. Edivin H. Nevin, 1858. FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER EASTER. ^^It is expedient for you that I go away ; for if I go not away, the Comforter will not come unto you. 223 8i-, 6^, 8^, 4^. OUR blest Redeemer, ere He breathed His tender last farewell, A Guide, a Comforter, bequeathed With us to dwell. 2 He came sweet influence to impart, A gracious, willing Guest, While He can find one humble heart Wherein to rest. 3 And His that gentle voice we hear. Soft as the breath of even. That checks each thought, that calms each fear, And speaks of heaven. 4 And every virtue we possess, And every conquest won, And every thought of holiness, Are His alone. 5 Spirit of purity and grace. Our weakness, pitying, see : O make our hearts Thy dwelling-place. And worthier Thee. Ha7'riet Auber, 1829. '^ Eve?y good gift and every perfect gift is from above , a?id Cometh down from the Father of Lights. ' ' 224 L. M. ^ATHER of lights ! to Thee we pray, Guide us and cheer us on our way ; Lift up Thy countenance divine, And on our heavenward journey shine. F 152 FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER EASTER. 2 The joys of earth are brief and vain, Their glistening spangles quickly wane, Thy light no change or shadow knows, But with eternal splendor glows. 3 Thou, Lord, who didst on Sinai's hill In cloud and thunder speak Thy will. And didst with Thine Almighty hand Inscribe on stone Thy dread command ; 4 Write now the law, which love imparts, Upon the tables of our hearts ; With Thy free Spirit us inspire, Illume with light, and warm with fire. 5 No mirror, where with flickering ray The evanescent shadows play. No, but a faithful chart, O Lord, To us is Thine unerring word ; 6 There with eyes riveted we trace The roads and rivers of Thy grace, Which bear the pilgrim on his way To realms of everlasting day. 7 Lord, give us grace with faith to read And in our lives show forth our creed ; Like Christ, to visit in distress The widow and the fatherless ; 8 Not by the lures of sin beguiled. Not by the stains of sin defiled; But walking in the light of love To Thy Jerusalem above. C. Wordsworth. ' ' I will not leave you comfortless. ' ' L. M. THOU, who dost build for us on high, A house beyond the shining sky: Draw us, O Christ, to Thee above, And bind us there with' cords of love ! 2 Thou Source of good, most gracious Lord ; ■ Thyself shalt be our great reward : In Thee we wake from life's brief night Translated into endless light. FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER EASTER. 1 53 3 If Thou dost love us, leave us not : But send down from that pure calm spot The Holy Comforter to prove Thy guardian care, Thy fostering love. 4 Thou who shalt come our Judge to be, Jesus, all glory be to Thee : Save us, O Lord, we humbly pray — Thy servants save, on that great day. 5 Then shall we see Thee as Thou art, With open face and joyful heart : Enraptured love Thee, and adore World without end, for evermore. Isaac Williams, altered. ' Grant us grace to raise our thoughts and affections from earth to heaven J a7id to breathe continually after Thy presence.^ ^ THERE is a blessed Home Beyond this land of woe, Where trials never come. Nor tears of sorrow flow ; 2 Where faith is lost in sight, And patient hope is crowned, And everlasting light Its glory throws around. 3 There is a land of peace. Good angels know it well ; Glad songs that never cease Within its portals swell ; 4 Around its glorious throne, Ten thousand saints adore Christ, with the Father One And Spirit, evermore. 5 O joy all joys beyond. To see the Lamb who died, And count each sacred wound In hands, and feet, and side ; 6 To give to Him the praise Of every triumph won. And sing through endless days The great things He hath done. 154 FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER EASTER. 7 Look up ye saints of God, Nor fear to tread below The path your Saviour trod Of daily toil and woe ; 8 Wait but a little while In uncomplaining love, His own most gracious smile Shall welcome you above. Henry W. Baker, i86i. ^^ In my Father' s house are many mansions : I go to prepare a place for you. ^^ 00*T Sj-, 7i-, 8 lines. JESUS, who hath gone before us Heavenly mansions to prepare, — See Him, who is ever pleading For us with prevailing prayer ; See Him, who with sound of trumpet And with His angelic train. Summoning the world to judgment, On the clouds will come again. 2 Raise us up from earth to heaven. Give us wings of faith and love, Gales of holy aspirations Wafting us to realms above ; That, with hearts and minds uplifted, We with Christ our Lord may dwell. Where He sits enthroned in glory In His heavenly citadel. 3 So at last, when He appeareth. We from out our graves may spring, With our youth renewed like eagles. Flocking round our heavenly King, Caught up on the clouds of heaven, — And may meet Him in the air. Rise to realms where He is reigning. And may reign for ever there. C. Wordsworth, ^^ Blessed is the man that trusteth in Thee.^^ JESUS, my Lord, 'tis sweet to rest Upon Thy tender loving breast. Where deep compassions ever roll Towards my helpless, weary soul. 229 FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER EASTER. 1 55 2 Thy love, My Saviour, dries my tears, Expels my griefs, and calms my fears ; Sheds light and gladness o'er my heart, And bids each anxious thought depart. 3 Blest foretaste this of joys to come In Thy eternal, heavenly home ; Where I shall see Thy smiling face. And know Thy rich, unfathomed grace. 4 That grace sustains my spirit now. Though still a pilgrim here below ; That grace suffices, comforts, guides, Upholds, defends, preserves, provides. 5 Yes, Thou art with me, O my God, To bear me on to Thy abode. Where I shall never cease to prove Thy deep, divine, unfailing love. 6 Help me to praise Thee day by day, Till earth's dark scenes are passed away, Till in Thine own unclouded light Thy glory satisfies my sight. //. B. 1862. FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER EASTER. ^^Ask and ye shall receive.^'' C. M. LORD, in Thy name Thy servants plead, And Thou hast sworn to hear : Thine is the harvest, Thine the seed, The fresh and fading year. 2 Our Hope, when autumn winds blew wild, We trusted. Lord, with Thee ; And still, now spring has on us smiled, We wait on Thy decree. 3 The former and the latter rain, The summer sun and air. The green ear, and the golden grain. All Thine, are ours by prayer. 4 Thine too by right, and ours by grace, The spirit's growth unseen ; p 156 FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER EASTER. The hopes that soothe, the fears that brace, The love that shines serene. 5 So grant the precious fruits brought forth By sun and moon below, That Thee in Thy new heaven and earth We never may forego. John Keble, 1857. ^^ Bless the Lord, oh my sou!, and forget not all His benefits .^"^ %s, 'js. 8 lines. ^ATHER, blessing ev'ry seed-time, And refreshing all the soil, Ripening the gracious harvest For which all Thy servants toil. O Thou Source of every blessing Shower' d daily from above. Hearken to our lips confessing Our thanksgiving for Thy love. Here we bless Thy hand that gave us Thought and feeling, life and limb ; Bless Thy Son, who died to save us. In our glad and joyous hymn ; Bless Thy Spirit, who doth make us Fit to worship as we ought : Father, leave not nor forsake us, Till into Thy garner brought. With Thy dews and sunshine tend us, Through life's long and changeful year; From the Enemy defend us. Lest the tares of sin appear. Let Thine eye and hand the keepers Of our souls for ever be, Till Thine angel harvest-reapers Sheaves of glory bind for Thee. Judith Madan. ** These things have I spoken, that in Me ye might have peace. A€BjL C. M. IF Christ is mine, then all is mine. And more than angels know ; Both present things and things to come, And grace and glory too. If Christ is mine, let friends forsake, And earthly comforts flee ; FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER EASTER. 157 He, the full source of every good, Is more than all to me. If Christ is mine, unharmed I pass Through death's dark dismal vale, He'll be my comfort and my stay, When heart and flesh shall fail. O Christ, assure me Thou art mine ; I nothing want beside ; My soul shall at the Fountain live. When all the streams are dried. Bejtj. Beddomc, 1776, altered. ^ I leave the world and go unto the Father y C. M. THE head, that once was crown' d with thorns, Is crown'd with glory now; A royal diadem adorns The mighty Victor's brow. 2 The highest place that heaven affords Is His — is His by right ; *' The King of kings, and Lord of lords," And heaven's eternal Light : 3 The Joy of all who dwell above. The Joy of all below. To whom He manifests His love, And grants His name to know ; 4 To them the cross, with all its shame, With all its grace, is given ; Their name, — an everlasting name ; Their joy, — the joy of heaven. 5 They suffer with their Lord below. They reign with Him above ; Their profit and their joy — to know The mystery of His love. 6 The cross He bore is life and health, — Though shame and death to Him; His people's hope, His people's wealth. Their everlasting theme. Thomas Kelly, 1820. '^Pure religion and undefiled before God arid the Father is thiSy To visit the fatherless and widows in their affliction. ' ' €>.fl51 C. M. ESUS, my Lord, how rich Thy grace ! Thy bounties how complete 1 J 14 158 FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER EASTER. How shall we count the matchless sum ? How pay the mighty debt ? 2 High on a throne of radiant light Dost Thou exalted shine ; What can our poverty bestow, When all the worlds are Thine? 3 But Thou hast brethren here below, The partners of Thy grace, And wilt confess their humble names Before Thy Father's face. 4 In them Thou mayest be clothed and fed, And visited and cheered ; And in their accents of distress Our Saviour's voice is heard. 5 Thy face, with reverence and with love, We in Thy poor would see ; O may we minister to them, And in them, Lord, to Thee. Philip Doddridge, 1740, altered. *'In the world ye shall have tribulatioJi : but be of good cheer ; I have overco77ie the world. ' ' JESUS, o'er the grave victorious, Conq'ring death, and conq'ring hell, Reign Thou in Thy might all glorious; Heav'n and earth Thy triumph swell. 2 Saints in Thee approach the Father Asking in Thy name alone ; He, in Thee, with love increasing, Gives, and glorifies the Son. 3 Down to earth in all its darkness From the Father Thou didst come ; Seeking sinners in their blindness, Calling earth's poor exiles home ; 4 By a life of love and labor Doing all the Father's will ; Giving to each suppliant suff'rer Precious balm for every ill ; 5 Patient ever in well-doing. Moving on in steps of blood, Through the grave to heights of glory, Reconciling us with God. ASCENSION DAY. 1 59 Here, in Thee, is peace forever; We can tribulation bear ; Kiss Thy cross, with rapture knowing Thou hast conquered suff'ring there. ^^___ E. E. Higbee, 1873. ASCENSION DAY. '* He was received up into heaven and sat on the right hand of Godr V' AIL the day that sees Him rise. Ravished from our wishful eyes; Christ, awhile to mortals given, Reascends His native heaven. H 2 There the pompous triumph waits ; Lift up your heads, eternal gates ! Wide unfold the radiant scene; Take the King of glory in ! 3 Him though highest heaven receives, Still He loves the earth He leaves ; Though returning to His throne, Still He calls mankind His own. 4 See ! He lifts His hands above ! See ! He shows the prints of love ! Hark ! His gracious lips bestow Blessings on His church below ! 5 Still for us His death He pleads ; Prevalent, He intercedes ; Near Himself prepares our place. Harbinger of human race. 6 There we shall with Thee remain. Partners of Thine endless reign ; There Thy face unclouded see. Find our heav'n of heav'ns in Thee. Charles Wesley, 1739. *' Lift up your heads, O ye gates ; even lift them up, ye everlasting doors ; and the King of glory shall come in. ' ' L. M. UR Lord is risen from the dead. Our Jesus is gone up on high ; The pow'rs of hell are captive led, Dragged to the portals of the sky. o l6o ASCENSION DAY. 2 There His triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay : '' Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates 1 Ye everlasting doors, give way!" 3 '' Loose all your bars of massy light, And wide unfold the radiant 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 our foes o'ercame, The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew; And Jesus is the Conq'ror's name. 5 Lo ! His triumphal chariot waits. And angels chant the solemn lay : ''Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates ! Ye everlasting doors, give way 1" 6 "Who is this King of glory? Who?"— " The Lord of glorious power possest; The King of saints and angels too, God over all, for ever blest ! Charles Wesley, 1741. *' Who is this Ki?ig of glory ? The Lord, strong and mighty, the Lord mighty i^i battle. ' ' QQ^ ^s & 7i-. 8 lines. SEE, the Conqueror mounts in triumph ! See, the King in royal state. Riding on the clouds, His chariot. To His heav'nly palace gate ! Hark ! the choirs of angel voices Joyful alleluias sing, And the portals high are lifted To receive their heav'nly King. 2 Who is this that comes in glory, With the trump of jubilee ? Lord of battles, God of armies, He has gained the victory ; He, who on the cross did suffer. He, who from the grave arose, He has vanquished sin and Satan, He by death has spoiled His foes. 3 Thou hast raised our human nature, In the clouds to God's right hand ; ASCENSION DAY. l6l There we sit in heav'nly places, There with Thee in glory stand ; Jesus reigns, adored by angels ; Man with God is on the throne ; Mighty Lord ! in Thine ascension, We by faith behold our own. Christopher Wordsworth, 1863. This Man, after He had offered one sacrifice for sins, forever sat down on the right hand of God. ' ' L. M. SAVIOUR, who for man hast trod The wine-press of the wrath of God, Ascend, and claim again on high Thy glory left for us to die. 2 A radiant cloud is now Thy seat. And earth lies stretched beneath Thy feet ; Ten thousand thousands round Thee sing, And share the triumph of their King. 3 The angel-host enraptured waits : '•Lift up your heads, eternal gates ! " O God-and-Man ! The Father's throne Is now for evermore Thine own. 4 Our great High Priest and Shepherd, Thou Within the veil art entered now, To offer there Thy precious blood Once poured on earth a cleansing flood. 5 And thence the Church, Thy chosen Bride, With countless gifts of grace supplied, Through all her members draws from Thee Her hidden life of sanctity. 6 O Christ, our Lord, of Thy dear care Thy lowly members heaven-ward bear ; Be ours with Thee to suffer pain, With Thee for evermore to reign. Latin Hymn. Trans : y. Chandler , altered. *' Having an high priest over the house of God, let us draw near with a true hea7't, infull assuraiice of faith. ^^ o^.a L. M, WHERE high the heav'nly temple stands. The house of God not made with hands, A great High Priest our nature wears, The Guardian of mankind appears. 14* L 1 62 ASCENSION DAY. 2 He, who for men their surety stood, And poured on earth His precious blood, Pursues in heaven His mighty plan, The Saviour and the Friend of man. 3 Jesus, who suffered here below, Feels sympathy with human woe, And still remembers in the skies, His tears. His prayers, His agonies. 4 In every pang that rends the heart, The Man of sorrows had a part ; Touched with the feeling of our grief He to the sufferer sends relief. 5 With boldness, therefore, at the throne Let us make all our sorrows known, And ask the aid of heav'nly power To help us in the evil hour. Michael Bruce, ^^ And when He had spoken these things, while they beheld, He was takefi uj), and a cloud received Him out of their sights Sx, IS. ^O the throne He left, victorious _ Lo ! our King ascends on high : Ransomed by His Passion glorious. Let us raise our glorious cry. 2 Forty days from death uprisen, He His chosen ones did guide ; Gave them power to loose from prison All the souls for whom He died. 3 In the three-fold Name baptizing, They were sent the world to bless ; Told to witness of His rising. Through all lands His name confess. 4 Then, as they looked on adoring, Angels, clad in robes of white, Spake to them, when He, high soaring, Passed in glory out of sight. 5 ''So shall He who thus ascended. Come once more, as then He rose ; All the world's great conflict ended. He triumphant o'er His foes !" 6 At Thy coming. Lord, we pray Thee, Grant us joys that never fade ; Y< ASCENSION DAY. 1 63 While life lasts may we obey Thee, Turn to Thee for strength and aid ; Then shall we, the strain upraising, Joyous Alleluias sing ; Through th' eternal ages praising Thee our everlasting King. E. H, Plumptre. L ^^Thou hast crowned him with glory and honor V OOK, ye saints ! — the sight is glorious : See the ''Man of Sorrows " now ! From the fight returned victorious. Every knee to Him shall bow : Crown Him ! crown Him ! Crowns become the Victor's brow. 2 Crown the Saviour ! angels ! crown Him ! Rich the trophies Jesus brings ; In the seat of power enthrone Him, While the heav'nly concave rings : — Crown Him ! crown Him ! Crown the Saviour, *'King of kings !" 3 Sinners in derision crowned Him, Mocking thus the Saviour's claim ; Saints and angels ! crowd around Him, Own His title, praise His name: Crown Him ! crown Him ! Spread abroad the Victor's fame. 4 Hark ! those bursts of acclamation ! Hark ! those loud, triumphant chords ? Jesus takes the highest station ; Oh ! what joy the sight affords ! Crown Him ! crown Him ! *' King of kings, and Lord of lords." Thomas Kelly, 1809. ^^Now is come salvation and strength and the kingdom of our God and the power of His Christ.^ ^ C. M. 242 BEHOLD the glories of the Lamb . Amid His Father's throne; Prepare new honors for His name And songs before unknown. 164 ASCENSION DAY. 2 Let elders worship at His feet, The church adore around, With vials full of odors sweet, And harps of sweeter sound. 3 Now to the Lamb that once was slain Be endless blessings paid ; Salvation, glory, joy, remain For ever on Thy head. 4 Thou hast redeem' d our souls with blood. Hast set the prisoners free, Hast made us kings and priests to God, And we shall reign with Thee. 5 The worlds of nature and of grace Are put beneath Thy power ; Then shorten these delaying days, And bring the promised hour. Isaac Watts, 1696. *^Seek those things which a?'e above where Christ sitteth on the 7'ight ha?id of God. ' ' Zs, 7J-. CHRIST, above all glory seated, King triumphant, strong to save ! Dying, Thou hast death defeated. Buried, Thou hast spoiled the grave. 2 Thou art gone, where now is given What no mortal might could gain, On th' eternal throne of heaven, In Thy Father's power to reign. 3 There Thy kingdoms all adore Thee, Heaven above and earth below ! While the depths of hell before Thee, Trembling and amazed bow. 4 We, O Lord, with hearts adoring Follow Thee beyond the sky ; Hear our prayers Thy grace imploring, Lift our souls to Thee on high. '&' 5 So, when Thou again in glory On the clouds of heaven shalt shine, We Thy flock may stand before Thee, Owned for evermore as Thine. SUNDAY AFTER ASCENSION. 1 65 6 Hail ! all hail ! in Thee confiding, Jesus, Thee shall all adore. In Thy Father's might abiding, With One Spirit evermore. Latin Hy77in ^th century. Trans. ? SUNDAY AFTER ASCENSION. G ^^Let Thy priests be clothed with righteousness and let Thy saints shout for joy. ^"^ yj", 6 lines. LORY, glory to our King ! Crowns unfading wreathe His head : Jesus is the name we sing — Jesus, risen from the dead ; Jesus, Conqueror o'er the grave; Jesus, mighty now to save. 2 Jesus is gone up on high. Angels come to meet their King ; Shouts triumphant rend the sky. While the Victor's praise they sing! *' Open now ye heav'nly gates ! 'Tis the King of glory waits." 3 Now behold Him high enthroned, Glory beaming from his face. By adoring angels owned, God of holiness and grace : O for hearts and tongues to sing, Glory, glory to our King ! 4 Jesus, on Thy people shine ; Warm our hearts and tune our tongues, That with angels we may join. Share their bliss and swell their songs : Glory, honor, praise and power. Lord ! be Thine for evermore. Thomas Kelly, 1804. ^ Leave us not orpha7is in our weary mortal state. S. M. ''T^HOU art gone up on high, X To realms beyond the skies ; And round Thy throne unceasingly The songs of praise arise : 1 66 SUNDAY AFTER ASCENSION. 2 But we are ling' ring here, With sin and care oppressed ; Lord, send Thy promis'd Comforter And lead us to our rest. 3 Thou art gone up on high : But Thou didst first come down, Through earth's most bitter misery To pass unto Thy crov/n ; 4 And girt with grief and fears Our onward course must be ; But only let this path of tears Lead us at last to Thee. 5 Thou art gone up on high ; But Thou shalt come again, With all the bright ones of the sky Attendant in Thy train. 6 Lord, by Thy saving power. So make us live and die, That we may stand in that dread hour At Thy right hand on high. Euima Toke, 185 1. ^^ Send unto us the Comforter who may guide us always in the way of truth and peace. ' ' L. M. JESUS ! Lord of heav'nly grace. Redeemer of our guilty race. On Thee our waiting eyes we bend, The saint's delight, the sinner's friend. 2 What wondrous love prevailed on Thee The Bearer of our sins to be ; Thyself in sacrifice to give, That sinners might not die, but live ! 3 Now crushed is Satan's doleful reign, And broken is the tyrant's chain: And Thou art, in Thy meet abode, A Conq'ror on the throne of God. 4 O let Thy clemency prevail To heal the losses we bewail : O cheer us with Thy beaming face, Enrich us with Thy gifts of grace. SUNDAY AFTER ASCENSION. 167 5 Be Thou our guide, be Thou our goal, Our joy, when sorrow fills the soul ; In life, our pathway to the skies. In death, our everlasting prize. IV/iy stand ye gazing up into heaven ? This same Jesus shall so come in like manner as ye have seen Him go i?ito heaven. V' MASTER, Lord, to Thee we cry. On Thy throne exalted high : See Thy faithful servants, see ! Ever gazing up to Thee. 2 Grant, though parted from our sight,- High above yon azure height. Grant our hearts may thither rise. Following Thee beyond the skies. 3 Ever may we upwards move. Wafted on the wings of love ; Looking when our Lord shall come, Longing for our heavenly home : 4 There may we with Thee remain, Partners of Thine endless reign ; There Thy face unclouded see. Find our heaven of heavens in Thee : 5 There before Thy footstool fall ; There confess Thee Lord of all ; And, while endless ages last. There our crowns before Thee cast. Charles Wesley, ''Set your affections upon things which are above ^ C. M. O JESUS, who art gone before To Thy blest realms of light : O, thither may our spirits soar. And wing their upward flight. 2 Make us to those delights aspire. Which spring from love to Thee : Which pass the carnal heart's desire. Which faith alone can see ; 3 Where God to those whom He doth own, His secret doth reveal ; And is Himself their joy and crown. And all in all doth fill. 1 68 SUNDAY AFTER ASCENSION. 4 To guide us to Thy glories, Lord, To lift us to the sky ; O may Thy Holy Ghost be pour'd Upon us. from on high. Latm Hymn. Trans, by y. Chandler. ''Father, I will that they also whom Thou hast given Me be with Me where I a?n. ' ' C. M. THE golden gates are lifted up, The doors are opened wide, The King of Glory is gone in Unto His Father's side. 2 Thou art gone up before us, Lord, To make for us a place, That we may be where now Thou art, And look upon God's face. 3 And ever on our earthly path A gleam of glory lies, A light still breaks behind the cloud ,That veiled Thee from our eyes. 4 Lift up our hearts, lift up our minds, Let Thy dear grace be given, That while we wander here below, Our treasure be in heaven. 5 That where Thou art at God's right hand. Our hope, our love may be. Dwell Thou in us, that we may dwell For evermore in Thee. ** But when the Comforter is come whom I will send unto you fro?n the Father,''^ V- MIGHTY Saviour, gracious King, Now Thy waiting people bless; Thou that dost deliverance bring, Come to reign in righteousness. 2 Thou dost heavenly light impart : Tune the ear to Zion's song ; Teach and guide the wayward heart. Loose and prompt the stamm'ring tongue. 3 Pour Thy Spirit from on high ; Come, Thy mourning Church to bless; SUNDAY AFTER ASCENSION. 1 69 Streams of life and joy supply ; Fill the world with righteousness; 4 Light shall then possess Thine own, Holy quiet, perfect peace ; And where heav'nly seed is sown, Thou wilt give the blest increase. Edward Osier f '' Let all the world bow dow?i before Him.'''' L. M. OH ! for a sweet, inspiring ray, To animate our feeble strains, From the bright realms of endless day. The blissful realms, where Jesus reigns ! 2 There, low before His glorious throne, Adoring saints and angels fall ; And, with delightful worship, own His smile their bliss, their heav'n, their all. 3 Immortal glories crown His head, While tuneful hallelujahs rise. And love, and joy, and triumph spread Through all th' assemblies of the skies.. 4 He smiles, — and seraphs tune their songs To boundless rapture, while they gaze; Ten thousand, thousand joyful tongues Resound His everlasting praise. 5 There, all the fav'rites of the Lamb Shall join at last the heav'nly choir: Oh ! may the joy-inspiring theme. Awake our faith and warm desire. 6 Dear Saviour ! let Thy Spirit seal Our interest in that blissful place; Till death remove this mortal veil And we behold Thy lovely face. Anne Steele, 1760. 252 ' ' Let all the angels of God worship Him. C. M. BEYOND the glitt'ring starry skies. Far as th' eternal hills. There, in the boundless worlds of light Our dear Redeemer dwells. Legions of angels round His throne In countless armies shine; 1 70 WHITSUNDAY. At His right hand, with golden harps, They offer songs divine. 3 ''Hail, glorious Prince of Peace," they cry, '' Whose unexampled love Moved Thee to quit those blissful realms, And royalties above." 4 Through all His travels here below, They did His steps attend : Oft wondering how, or where, at last This mystic scene would end. 5 They saw His heart transfix'd with wounds, And viewed the crimson gore; They saw Him break the bars of death. Which none e'er broke before. 6 They brought His chariot from above. To bear Him to His throne ; Clapped their triumphant wings, and cried, ''The glorious work is done." Dan I Turner and yanics Fanch, 1776. WHITSUNDAY. ** And suddenly there came a sound from heaven as of a rushing mighty wind.'''' C. M. WHEN God of old came down from heaven, In power and wrath He came \ Before His feet the clouds were riven, Half darkness and half flame. 2 But when He came the second time. He came in power and love ; Softer than gale at morning prime Hovered His holy Dove. 3 The fires that rushed on Sinai down In sudden torrents dread, Now gently light a glorious crown On every sainted head. 4 And as on Israel's awe-struck ear The voice exceeding loud, The trump, that angels quake to hear. Thrill' d from the deep, dark cloud : c WHITSUNDAY. I71 5 So, when the Spirit of our God Came down His flock to find, A voice from heav'n was heard abroad, A rushing, mighty wind. 6 It fills the Church of God ; It fills The sinful world around; Only in stubborn hearts and wills No place for It is found. 7 Come Lord, come Wisdom, Love, and Power, Open our hearts to hear ; Let us not miss th' accepted hour Save, Lord, by love or fear. John Keble, 1827. ^^He will reprove the world of sin, a7id of righteousness, and of judgment. ' ' S. M. OME, Holy Spirit, come, Let Thy bright beams arise. Dispel the darkness from our minds, And open all our eyes. 2 Revive our drooping faith, Our doubts and fears remove, And kindle in our breasts the flame Of never-dying love. 3 Convince us of our sin. Then lead to Jesus' blood. And to our wond'ring view reveal The secret love of God. 4 'Tis Thine to cleanse the heart. To sanctify the soul, To pour fresh life in every part, And new-create the whole. 5 Dwell therefore in our hearts, Our minds from bondage free ; Then we shall know, and praise, and love The Father, Son, and Thee ! foseph Hart, 1759. ^'But the fruit of the Spirit is love, Joy, peace, long-sufferings gentleness, good?tess, faith. ' ' 55 C. p. M. OME, Holy Spirit, from above, And from the realms of light and love c 172 WHITSUNDAY. Thine own bright rays impart. Come, Father of the fatherless, Come, Giver of all happiness, Come, Lamp of every heart. 2 O Thou, of comforters the best, O Thou, the soul's most welcome guest, O Thou, our sweet repose, Our resting-place from life's long care. Our shadow from the world's fierce glare, Our solace in all woes. 3 O Light divine, all light excelling ; Fill with Thyself the inmost dwelling Of souls sincere and lowly ; Without Thy pure divinity, Nothing in all humanity. Nothing is strong or holy. 4 Wash out each dark and sordid stain ; Water each dry and arid plain, Raise up the bruised reed. Enkindle what is cold and chill. Relax the stiff and stubborn will. Guide those that guidance need. 5 Give to the good, who find in Thee , The Spirit's perfect liberty. Thy seven fold power and love. Give virtue strength its crown to win. Give struggling souls their rest from sin. Give endless peace above. Robert II. of France. T7'ans. A. P. Stanley, 1873. *^ Neither will I hide my face any more fro7n them : for I have poured out tny Spirit up07i the house of IsraeL L. M. SPIRIT of mercy, truth, and love, O shed Thine influence from above j And still from age to age convey The wonders of this sacred day. 2 In every clime, by every tongue. Be God's surpassing glory sung : Let all the listening earth be taught The wonders by our Saviour wrought. WHITSUNDAY. 1 73 3 Unfailing Comfort, heavenly Guide, Still o'er Thy holy Church preside; Still let mankind Thy blessings prove, Spirit of mercy, truth, and love. R. W. Ryle, 1842. G By the washing of regeneration and renewing of the Holy Ghost. V- RACIOUS Spirit ! Love divine ! Let Thy light within me shine ; All my guilty fears remove. Fill me full of heaven and love. 2 Speak Thy pardoning grace to me, Set the burdened sinner free ; Lead me to the Lamb of God ; sWash me in His 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. Johti Stacker, 1776. Mercifully grant unto us this same gift of the Spirit, to renew ^ illuviinate, refresh, and sanctify our dying souls, to be over us and around us like the light and dew of heaven.'' \ L. M. OHOLY GHOST, Thy heav'nly dew The hearts of sinners can renew ; Thou dost within our hearts abide. And still to holy action guide. 2 Thou mak'st the soul with joy to sing When sorrow's clouds are deepening: AVith Jesus Christ Thou mak'st us one. Earnest of heav'n from God's high throne. 3 Best gift of God, and man's true Friend, Into my inmost soul descend : The mind of Jesus Christ impart, And consecrate to Thee my heart. 15* 174 WHITSUNDAY. 4 Teach me to do my Father's will, To lie beneath His guidance still; Lighten my mind, and O incline My heart to make His pleasure mine. 5 From spot and blemish make me pure, My future bliss in heaven secure : When lost in darkness, give me light, And cheer me through death's dreary night. Lavater, ijjo. Trans. Frances E. Cox. " The Spirit itself niaketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered. ' ' 259 _ V. /^ RANTED is the Saviour's prayer; Vj" Hail, O gracious Comforter, Promise of our parting Lord, ♦ To His throne in heav'n restored. 2 God, the everlasting God, Makes with mortals His abode : He, whom heav'n cannot contain, Dwelleth in the heart of man. 3 There He helps our feeble moans, Deepens our imperfect groans; Intercedes in silence there. Sighs th' unutterable prayer. 4 Holy Ghost, our hearts inspire, Lighten there Thy heav'nly fire; Day by day our life renew, Thou the Gift and Giver too. 5 Brood Thou o'er our nature's night: Kindle darkness into light. Spread Thy overshadowing wings: Order from confusion springs. 6 Pain, and sin, and sorrow cease; Thee we taste, and all is peace ; Joy divine in Thee we prove. Light of Truth, and Fire of love. John Wesley. " Sending down Thy Holy Ghost on the day of Pentecost to estab- lish the Church as the home of His continual presence and power among men.^^ ^QQ 8^, 7i-, 8 lines. WHEN the faithful were assembled On the day of Pentecost, WHITSUNDAY. 1 75 Rush'd the wind, the place it trembled; Came from heaven the Holy Ghost ; Golden showers of consecration, Tongues of fire were on them shed ; And that holy dedication Made an altar of each head. 2 Now the festive Pentecostal Harvest-home of souls they keep ; With his sickle each apostle Whitening fields goes forth to reap; God with holy flame from heaven Writes on hearts the law of love ; Jubilee of sins forgiven Sounds its trumpet from above. 3 Holy Ghost, Divine Creator, Who didst on the waters move; Holy Ghost, Regenerator, Author of all life and love ; Holy Ghost, Illuminator, Who didst then with fire baptize ; Holy Ghost, great Renovator, Come, the world evangelize. 4 With the kneeling congregation. Thou art in the House of Prayer ; Laver of regeneration Is o'ershadowed by Thee there; Thou dost shed at Confirmation From Thy wing a gift of grace ; Eucharistic celebration Has revealings of Thy face. 5 Strengthen, warm, and purify us; From the bands of sin release ; Comfort, counsel, sanctify us ; Give us love, and joy, and peace; Patience, faith, and resignation Breathe upon us with Thy breath; Give us heavenly consolation In the solemn hour of death. 6 So when earth with fruit aboundeth, And shall angel-reapers see. And the great Archangel soundeth God's eternal Jubilee, 176 WHITSUNDAY. We may join their gratulation ; To the Father and the Son And the Spirit, adoration Ever be, blest Three in One. Christopher Wordsworth. "By Thy glorious resur7'ection and ascension and by the coming of the Holy Ghost j good Lord, deliver us.'^ IS' Y the first bright Easter-day, When the stone was rolled away ; By the glory round Thee shed At Thy rising from the dead ; King of glory, hear our cry ; Make us soon Thy joys to see, Where enthroned in majesty Countless angels sing to Thee. By Thy parting blessing given, As Thou didst ascend to heaven ; By the cloud of living light That received Thee out of sight ; King of glory, hear our cry ; &c. By that rushing sound of might Coming down from heaven's height ; By the cloven tongues of flame That on Thy Apostles came ; King of glory, hear our cry ; &c. Only Victim we can plead. Great High Priest to intercede. Showing that which can alone For the sin of man atone ; Lamb of God, hear our cry ; &c. In the dreadful judgment-day. When the world shall pass away ; Be the merciful decree That our Friend the Judge shall be : King of glory, hear our cry ; &c. Frederick W. Faber. WHITMONDAY. 177 WHITMONDAY. '* Who through the Holy Ghost hast made Thy one catholic Church to be the body of Christ. ' ' 262 ^- ^• C T 7E bless Thee for Thy Church, O Lord, VV Called from the world, and sealed Thine own, One by the faith of Thy pure word, By Thy baptismal laver one. 2 We bless Thee for Thy Church, where Thou Dost sanctify the soul from sin, And cleanse Thine image, marred till now, By holy rite, from guilt within. 3 We bless Thee for Thy Church, which sends Thy truth remotest tribes among, And scattered members comprehends From every people, kindred, tongue. 4 We bless Thee for Thy Church, which, placed Aloft, by signs conspicuous known, Is on Thine own apostles based, And Jesus Christ the Corner-stone. 5 We pray that on that sacred site, In symbols pure, with safeguards true. Our souls may evermore unite. And peace, by Thee ordained, ensue. 6 To Thee by saints in earth and heaven, By seraph-choir and angel-host, Be blessing, honor, glory given, O Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Hyimi. Christ. ''The Holy Ghost fell on all them which heard the word. L. M. O SPIRIT of the living God ! In all Thy plenitude of grace, Where'er the foot of man hath trod, Descend on our apostate race. Give tongues of fire, and hearts of love To preach the reconciling word ; Give power and unction from above. Where'er the joyful sound is heard. M 178 WHITMONDAY. 3 Be darkness, at Thy coming, light ; Confusion, order in Thy path ; Souls without strength inspire with might, Bid mercy triumph over wrath. 4 O Spirit of the Lord ! prepare All the round earth her God to meet ; Breathe Thou abroad like morning air, Till hearts of stone begin to beat. 5 Baptize the nations far and nigh ; The triumphs of Thy cross record ; The name of Jesus glorify, Till every kindred call Him Lord. James Montgomery, 1825. *' The love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost.^^ ":^A C. M. OME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove! With all Thy quickening powers j Kindle a flame of sacred love. In these cold hearts of ours. c 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 live At this poor dying rate ? Our love so faint, so cold to Thee, And Thine to us so great ? 5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove ! With all Thy quickening powers ; Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love. And that shall kindle ours. Isaac Watts, 1709. *'As many as are led by the Spirit of God, they are the sons of God:' ^^^ L. M. OME, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove, With light and comfort from above ; Be Thou our Guardian, Thou our Guide, O'er every thought and step preside. c TRINITY SUNDAY. 179 2 Conduct us safe, conduct us far From every sin and hurtful snare ; Lead to Thy word that rules must give, And teach us lessons how to live. 3 The light of truth to us display, And make us know and choose Thy way ; Plant holy fear in every heart, That we from God may ne'er depart. 4 Lead us to Christ, the living Way, Nor let us from His precepts stray ; Lead us to holiness, the road That we must take to dwell with God. 5 Lead us to heaven that we rnay share Fulness of joy for ever there: Lead us to' God, our final rest, To be with Him for ever blest. Smion Browne, 1720, altered. TRINITY SUNDAY. o ''WJio hast made Thyself known in the work of man' s redemption as the mystery of the ever adorable Trinity, Father Son and Holy Ghost r L. M. HOLY, holy, holy Lord ! _ Bright in Thy deeds and in Thy name, Forever be Thy name adored. Thy glories let the world proclaim ! O Jesus, Lamb once crucified To take our load of sins away, Thine be the hymn that rolls its tide Along the realms of upper day ! O Holy Spirit ! from above, In streams of light and glory given. Thou source of ecstacy and love. Thy praises ring through earth and heaven ! O God Triune ! to Thee we owe Our every thought, our every song ; And ever may Thy praises flow From saint and seraph's burning tongue. James Wallis Eastburne, 18 19. iSo TRINITY SUNDAY. ^^ And they rest not day and night, saying, Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty, which was, and is, and is to come. ' ' 2^7 ^^'^' ^^^' ^^^^ ^^^' IT OLY, Holy, Holy ! Lord God Almighty ! j_ Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee : Holy, Holy, Holy ! merciful and mighty; God in Three Persons, Blessed Trinity ! 2 Holy, Holy, Holy ! all the saints adore Thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea; Cherubim and Seraphim falling down before Thee, Which wert, and art, and evermore shalt be. 3 Holy, Holy, Holy ! though the darkness hide Thee, Though the eye of sinful man Thy glory may not see, Only Thou art Holy : there is none beside Thee, Perfect in power, in love, and purity. 4 Holy, Holy, Holy ! Lord God Almighty ! All Thy works shall praise Thy name, in earth, and sky, and sea : Holy, Holy, Holy ! merciful and mighty; God in Three Persons, Blessed Trinity ! Reginald Heber, 1827. '* We worship and adore Thy glorious name, joining in the song a^ the Cherubim and Seraphim^ 268 7-f> Sj-, ^s, %s, 7J-, 7^. THEE, O God, we humbly praise. Thee as Lord and King confessing ; All the earth its homage pays : Honor, power, glory, blessing, Ever giveth unto Thee, Father of eternity. 2 All the angels join the hymn, All the powers of heaven replying. Cherubim to Seraphim, With unwearied voices crying: Holy, holy, holy Lord, God of ho'sts, be Thou adored. 3 Thee, the Apostles' glorious choir, Prophets ranked in goodly number, Martyrs robed in white attire. Praise, and never sleep nor slumber; Loud their hallelujahs rise Rolling through the vaulted skies. TRINITY SUNDAY. l8l 4 Father ! Thee, the Church doth own, Wide through every land and nation, With Thy true and only Son, Worthy of all adoration, And the Holy Spirit — Her Everlasting Comforter ! 5 King, O Christ, ere time began In the Father's glory reigning, Thou, to rescue fallen man. Neither birth nor death disdaining, Flast to all believers giv'n Entrance through the gate of heav'n. 6 Seated now at God's right hand. Thou shalt come as Judge : before Thee When the quick and dead shall stand, Help Thy servants, we implore Thee ; Make them with Thy saints to shine. In eternal glory Thine. 7 Save Thy people. Lord, we pray ; Bless Thy heritage forever ; Rule and lift them up alway ; Thee we magnify, and never Cease to praise Thy holy name, Through all ages still the same. 8 Lord ! this day, from every ill Guard us till the evening closes ; Lord ! have mercy on us still, , As in Thee our hope reposes ; All my trust is stayed on Thee, Let me ne'er confounded be. Ambrose. Trans. Thomas C. Porter, i85g> '^To Thee all angels cry aloud : the heavens and all the powers therein.^ ^ T T OLY, Holy, Holy Lord, Y~\ God of Hosts, Eternal King, By the heavens and earth adored j Angels and archangels sing, Chanting everlastingly To the Blessed Trinity. 2 Thousands, tens of thousands, stand, Spirits blest, before Thy throne, Speeding thence at Thy command, i6 1 82 TRINITY SUNDAY. And when Thy behests are done, Singing everlastingly To the Blessed Trinity. 3 Cherubim and Seraphim, Veil their faces with their wings; Eyes of angels are too dim To behold the King of kings, While they sing eternally To the Blessed Trinity. 4 Thee apostles, prophets Thee, Thee the noble martyr-band. Praise with solemn jubilee. Thee the Church in every land; Singing everlastingly To the Blessed Trinity. 5 In Thy name baptized are we. With Thy blessing are dismiss'd; And thrice-holy chant to Thee In the holy Eucharist; Life is one Doxology To the Blessed Trinity. Christopher Wordsworth. '^Go ye, therefore, a7id teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost.''* C. M. HOU, Lord, baptiz'd in Thine own blood, And buried in the grave, Didst raise Thyself to endless life, Omnipotent to save. T 2 Baptiz'd into Thy death we died, Were buried, rose with Thee ; That we might live with Thee to God, And ever blest may be. 3 Thee, ris'n in triumph from the grave, Did Thine apostles see ; And hear Thy words : " All power is given In heaven and earth to Me; 4 '^Go forth into the world, — Go forth. And all evangelize ; Go forth into the world, and all Into One name baptize." FIRST SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 183 5 O may the world Thy temple be, A living temple, Lord ! Growing in light, and life, and love; A paradise restored ! CJiristopJier Wordsivorth. ^^ Reveal in us, we beseech Thee, the full power of this faith, into which we have been planted by baptism.^'' ^■\ C. M. END lis Thy showers of grace, that we, _ Grafted in Thee — the Vine, May there abide, and may our lives With*golden fruitage shine. • 2 Baptiz'd in Christ we died to"^in, And to new life were born ; O may we rise, and hail with joy The Resurrection's morn. 3 Baptiz'd in Christ we put on Christ, And then were cloth' d in light; O may we keep that garment pure. And ever walk in white. 4 So may we stand with saints in bliss. That white-rob' d company. Before the everlasting throne. And render thanks to Thee. 5 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, One God and Persons Three, Whose name we bear, in whom we live Eternal glory be. Christopher Wordsworth. FIRST SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. o ^^ Beloved, let us love one another ; for love is of God.''* C. M. UR God is love : and all His saints His image bear below ; The heart with love to God inspir'd, With love to man will glow. O may we love each other, Lord, As we are loved of Thee : For none are truly born of God, Who live in enmity. 184 FIRST SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 3 Heirs of the same immortal bliss. Our hopes and fears the same, The cords of love our hearts should bind. The law of love inflame. 4 So shall the vain contentious world Our peaceful lives approve, And wondering say, as they of old, " See how these Christians love." Thos. Cotterillf ^'He who loveth not, knoweth not God ; for God is love.'' SINCE we kept the Saviour's birth. Half the yearly course is flown ; We have followed Him on earth, We have traced Him to His throne : Grateful now we stand, and greet Our salvation wrought complete. 2 What one sweetest flower and best Decks the garden of the Spouse ? What one gem beyond the rest Sparkles on the Victor's brows? What one strain in heaven above Swells the chorus ? God is Love ! 3 Thou who lovedst us on high, Looking from the seats of bliss. Then, to take our misery, Passedst through a world like this. Of Thy Spirit, Lord, impart ; Warm with love each grateful heart ! 4 To the brethren evermore, To the neighbor dwelling by, To the outcast at our door. To the needy when they cry, Grant us each in love to be As Thy Church hath learned of Thee. Ncmy Atford, 1866, altered. *^ Breathe into us that divine eharity, which is tlie fulfilliiig of the law. ' ' L. M. THOU, descended from above. The pure celestial fire impart. Kindle a flame of sacred love On the cold altar of my heart. 2T4 o FIRST SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 1 85 2 There let it for Thy glory burn With inextinguishable blaze ; And, trembling, to its source return, In humble prayer and fervent praise. 3 Jesus! confirm my heart's desire To work, and speak, and think for Thee. Still let me guard the holy fire. And still stir up Thy gift in me : 4 Ready for all Thy perfect will, My acts of faith and love repeat. Till death Thy endless mercies seal. And make my sacrifice complete. Charles Wesley, 1762, altered, *' And this coimiiandment have we from JIwi, that he who loveth God love his brother also. ' ' C. M. O FOUNT of good, to own Thy love Our thankful hearts incline: What can we render. Lord, to Thee, When all the worlds are Thine ? 2 But Thou hast needy brethren here, Partakers of Thy grace. Whose names Thou wilt Thyself confess Before the Father's face. 3 In each sad accent of distress Thy pleading voice is heard ; In them Thou may'st be clothed and fed, And visited and cheer' d. 4 Help us then, Lord, Thy yoke to wear, To joy to do Thy will ; Each other's burdens gladly bear. And love's sweet law fulfil. 5 Thy face with reverence and with love We in Thy poor would see j And while we minister to them. Would do it as to Thee. Philip Doddridge. ** Beloved, if God so loved us, we ought also to love one another.''^ 2T6 C. M. FATHER of mercies, send Thy grace All powerful from above, To form in our obedient souls The image of Thy love. 16* 1 86 FIRST SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 2 O may our sympathizing breast That generous pleasure know, Freely to share in others' joy, And weep for others' woe. 3 Whene'er the helpless sons of grief In low distress are laid. Soft be our hearts their pains to feel. And swift our hands to aid. 4 So Jesus looked on dying men, Enthroned above the skies j And when He saw their lost estate, Felt His compassion rise. 5 Since Christ, to save our guilty souls, On wings of mercy flew, We, whom the Saviour thus hath loved. Should love each other too, Philip Doddridge ^ 1740, altered. ^^ Herein is Jove, not that we loved God, but that He loved us.^^ 2T7 s. M. 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 j 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, Diff'used 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 the communion be complete In nobler scenes above. Philip Doddridge, 1740. SECOND SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 187 SECOND SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. **We know that we have passed fi'om death unto life, because we love the bi-etJu^en.'"' 5J78 8^ & V- LORD, in Thy kingdom there shall be No aliens from each other, But, even as he loves himself Each saint shall love his brother. ^ 2 When in Thy courts we meet below, To mourn our sinful living. And with one mingling voice repeat Confession, creed, thanksgiving ; 3 Make us to hear in each sweet word Thy Holy Spirit calling To union with Thy Church and Thee, That heav'nly bond forestalling. 4 One baptism and one faith have we, One Spirit sent to win us ; One Lord, one Father, and one God Above, and through, and in us. 5 Never, by schism or by sin. May we this union sever, Till all, to perfect stature grown. Are one with Thee forever. Hymn. Christ. ^'That we should believe on the name of His Son, Jesus Christy and love o?ie another. S. M. 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. 279 1 88 SECOND SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 4 When we asunder part, It gives us inward pain ; But we shall still be joined in heart And hope to meet again. 5 This glorious hope revives Our courage by the way ; While each in expectation lives, And longs to see the day. 6 From sorrow, toil, and pain, And sin, we shall be free ; And perfect love, and friendship, reign Through all eternity. John Fawcett, 1772. ^^A cc7'tain 7nan 7nade a supper and bade 7fiany.^^ 'js, 6s, js, 6s, y, 'js, 'js, 6s. JESUS, Master of the feast ! The feast itself Thou art ; Now receive Thine every guest, And comfort every heart ! Give us living bread to eat. Manna that from heaven comes down ; See us waiting at Thy feet. And make Thy favor known. 2 In this earthly wilderness Thou hast a table spread. Richly filled with every grace Our fainting souls can need : Still sustain us by Thy love. Still Thy servants' strength repair, Till we reach Thy courts above. And feast for ever there. Charles Wesley, 1745, altered. ^ATid the bread which I give is 77iy flesh which I will give for the life of the worlds C. M. ET us adore th' eternal Word, Tis He our souls hath fed ; Thou art our living Stream, O Lord, And Thou th' immortal Bread. L' SECOND SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 189 2 Blest be the Lord that gives His flesh, To nourish dying men ; And often spreads His table fresh, Lest we should faint again. 3 Our souls shall draw their heavenly- breath Whilst Jesus finds supplies ; Nor shall our graces sink to death, For Jesus never dies. 4 The God of mercy be ador'd, Who calls our souls from death. Who saves by His redeeming Word And new-creating breath. Isaac Watts. ^^ I dwell in the high and holy place ^ with him also that is of a con- trite and humble spirit, ' ' 282 c. M. MY God, how wonderful Thou art, Thy majesty how bright ; How beautiful Thy mercy-seat. In depths of burning light. 2 How dread are Thine eternal years, O everlasting Lord ; By saints and angels day and night Incessantly adored. 3 O how I fear Thee, living God, With deepest, tenderest fears ; And worship Thee with trembling hope,] And penitential tears. 4 Yet I may love Thee too, O Lord, Almighty as Thou art, For Thou hast stooped to ask of me The love of my poor heart. 5 No earthly father loves like Thee, No mother, e'er so mild, Bears and forbears as Thou hast done With me Thy sinful child. 6 Father of Jesus, love's Reward ! What rapture will it be Prostrate before Thy throne to lie And gaze, and gaze on Thee ? Frederick W. Faber, 1849. 190 THIRD SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. ^^ Shine powerfully into our hearts by Thy Spirit, and draw us with the cords of Thy constraining grace. ' ' J3 L. M. AMIDST a world of hopes and fears, A world of cares, and toils, and tears, Where foes alarm, and dangers threat. And pleasures kill, and glories cheat : 2 Send down, O Lord ! a heavenly ray. To guide me in the doubtful way; And o'er me hold Thy shield of power. To guard me in the dang'rous hour. 3 Teach me the flatt'ring paths to shun. In which the thoughtless many run, Who for a shade the substance miss. And grasp their ruin in their bliss. 4 May never pleasure, wealth, or pride. Allure my wand'ring soul aside; But through this maze of mortal ill, Safe lead me to Thy heav'nly hill. 5 There glories shine, and pleasures roll. That charm, delight, transport the soul, And every longing wish shall be Possess' d of boundless bliss in Thee. Unit. Coll. THIRD SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. ^^ There is Joy in the pre seize e of the angels over one sinner that repenteth. ' ' 7i-. WHEN, this goodly world to frame, Th' Lord of might and mercy came. Shouts of joy were heard on high, And the stars sang from the sky : 2 When of love the midnight beam Dawn'd on the towers of Bethlehem, Then, along the echoing hill, Angels sang ; " On earth good will." 3 When the sheep, that went astray, Turns again to Zion's way ; When the soul, by grace subdued. Sobs its prayer of gratitude ; 285 THIRD SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. I9I Then the heav'nly hosts above, Filled with holy joy and love, Strike the loud and rapt'rous strain From their golden harps again. Reginald Heber, altered. *' He was lost and is found. ' ' S. M. HARK, through the courts of heaven Voices of angels sound, *' He that was dead now lives again, He that was lost is found ! ' ' 2 God of unfailing grace. Send down Thy Spirit now. Raise the dejected soul to hope, And make the lofty bow. 3 In countries far from home. On earthly husks we feed ; Back to our Father's home, O Lord, Our wandering footsteps lead. 4 Then at each soul's return The heavenly harp shall sound, *' He that was dead now lives again. He that was lost is found 1 ' ' Heftry Alford, 1844. ** ]f we walk in the light as He is in the light, we have fellow- ship one with another.'''' 286 c. p. M. MAY we Thy precepts, Lord, fulfil. To do on earth our Father's will. As angels do above. To walk in Christ, the living Way, With all Thy children, and obey The law of Christian love. 2 So may we join Thy name to bless, Thy grace adore, Thy power confess. From sin and strife to flee : One is our calling, one our name. The end of all our hope the same, A crown of life with Thee. 192 THIRD SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 3 Spirit of life, of joy, and peace. Unite our hearts, our joy increase; Thy gracious help supply : To every soul the blessing give, In Christian fellowship to live. In joyful hope to die. Edward Osier. ^^ Pei'fect and fulfil in us the work of Thy converting grace J** \ L. M. MY Hope, my All, my Saviour Thou ! To Thee, lo ! now my soul I bow ; I feel the bliss Thy wounds impart, I find Thee, Saviour ! in my heart. 2 Be Thou my Strength, be Thou my Way ; Protect me through my life's short day : In all my acts may wisdom guide. And keep me. Saviour ! near Thy side. 3 Correct, reprove, and comfort me j As I have need, my Saviour be : And if I would from Thee depart. Then clasp me. Saviour ! to Thy heart. 4 In fierce temptation's darkest hour. Save me from sin and Satan's power; Tear every idol from Thy throne. And reign, my Saviour ! reign alone. ■ 5 My suffering time will soon be o'er ; Then shall I sigh and weep no more ; My ransomed soul shall soar away, To sing Thy praise in endless day. ^^ Casting all your care upon Him for He careih for you. ATHER of eternal grace ! Glorify Thyself in me ; Meekly beaming in my face. May the world Thine image see. F 3 Happy only in Thy love, Poor, unfriended, or unknown ; Fix my thoughts on things above, Stay my heart on Thee alone. G THIRD SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. I93 3 Humble, holy, all-resigned To Thy will,— Thy will be done !— Give me. Lord ! the perfect mind Of Thy well-beloved Son. 4 Counting gain and glory loss, May I tread the path He trod ; Die with Jesus on the cross, Rise with Him, to Thee, my God ! yames Montgomery , 1808. '^Are they not all jninistermg spirits, sent forth to minister for them who shall be heirs of salvation ? ' ' C. M. IVE us, O Lord, the eye of faith The inner world to see, Then, holy angels we shall view And their blest ministry. 2 iVngelic faces we shall see, Angelic wings o'erspread Above Thy holy altar. Lord, And Thee, the living Bread. 3 And we shall hear angelic harps, And heav'nly minstrelsy. When one repenting sinner turns With contrite heart to Thee. 4 And when we see the deepening calm, And watch the quiv'ring breath That trembles on the lips in prayer Of holy saints in death ; 5 Then angel-ministers will be Unveiled to our eyes. Waiting to waft the faithful soul In peace to Paradise. 6 O give us grace as angels here To live in holy love ; That the last trump may summon us To bliss with them above. Christopher Wordsworth. *^0 God, the Lord, strong to deliver and mighty to save, who hast been the refuge and dwelling-place of Thy people in all generations . ' ' 290 LM HEALTH of the weak, to make them strong ! Refuge of sinners, and their song ! 17 N 194 FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. Comfort of each afflicted breast ! Haven of hope in reahiis of rest ! 2 Lord of the patriarchs gone before ! Light of the prophets' learned lore ! Deign from Thy throne to look on me. And hear my lowly Litany. 3 Lead me, O Spirit, to the Son, To taste and feel what He has done : To lay me low before His cross, And reckon all besides as dross ; 4 To speak, and think, and will, and move, And love, as Thou would 'st have me love : . O, look upon this bended knee. And hear my heart's own Litany. Matthew Brydges. FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. X ^^For I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us. Zs, ys. ESUS, I my cross have taken. All to leave and follow Thee; Destitute, despised, forsaken. Thou, from hence, my all shalt be. Perish every fond ambition. All I've sought, or hoped, or known ; Yet how rich is my condition ! God and heaven are still my own. Go, then earthly fame and treasure ! Come, disaster, scorn, and pain ! In Thy service pain is pleasure. With Thy favor, loss is gain ! I have called Thee, Abba, Father ! I have stayed my heart on Thee ! Storms may howl and clouds may gather, All must work for good to me. Man may trouble and distress me, 'Twill but drive me to Thy breast; Life with trials hard may press me, Heaven will bring me sweeter rest. FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 1 9$ 6 Oh ! 'tis not in grief to harm me, While Thy love is left to me ; Oh ! 'twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with Thee. 7 Take, my soul, thy full salvation ; Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care; Joy to find, in every station. Something still to do or bear. 8 Haste then on from grace to glory. Armed by faith, and winged by prayer; Heaven's eternal day's before thee, God's own hand shall guide thee there. Henry Francis Lyte, 1833. ^^ My grace is sufficient for thee.'' 6s & 4^-. MY faith looks up to Thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary, Saviour divine ; Now hear me while I pray ; Take all my guilt away ; O let me from this day Be wholly Thine ! 2 May Thy rich grace impart Strength to my fainting heart, My zeal inspire ; As Thou hast died for me, O may my love to Thee Pure, warm, and changeless be A living fire. 3 While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, Be Thou my guide ; Bid darkness turn to day. Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From Thee aside. 4 When ends life's transient dream, When death's cold, sullen stream Shall o'er me roll; Blest Saviour ! then in love Fear and distrust remove ; bear me safe above, A ransomed soul. J^ay Pahner, 1830. 196 FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. " Vouchsafe unto us such an abiding sense of the reality and glory of those thifigs which Thou hast prepared for them that love Thee, as may serve to raise us above the va?iify of this prese7it world. ' ' 293 _ ^^' 7^' ^^' ^^' 7-f' 7-5-. ,N the fount of life eternal Gazing wistful and athirst ; Yearning, straining, from the prison Of confining flesh to burst ; Here the soul an exile sighs For her native Paradise. o Who can paint that lovely city, City of true peace divine, Whose pure gates forever open Each in pearly splendor shine ; Whose abodes of glory clear Nought defiling cometh near ? There no stormy winter rages ; There no scorching summer glows ; But through one perennial spring-tide, Blooms the lily with the rose ; And the Lamb, with purest ray, Scatters round eternal day. There the saints of God, resplendent As the sun in all his might, Evermore rejoice together, Crowned with diadems of light ; And from peril safe at last, Reckon up their triumphs past. There in strains harmonious blending. They their sweetest anthems sing ; And, on harps divinely thrilling. Glorify their glorious King ; Aided by whose arm of might. They were victors in the fight. Look, O Jesus, on Thy soldiers. Worn and wounded in the fight ; Grant, O grant us, rest for ever, In Thy beatific sight ; And Thyself our guerdon be Through a long eternity. E. Caswall. FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 197 *'If SO be that we suffer with Him, that we may be also glofified together. ' ' S. M. H, what, if we are Christ's, Is earthly shame or loss ? Bright shall the crown of glory be When we have borne the cross. 2 Keen was the trial once, ;. Bitter the cup of woe. When martyred saints, baptized in blood, Christ's sufferings shared below. 3 Bright is their glory now. Boundless their joy above. Where on the bosom of their God They rest in perfect love. 4 Lord, may that grace be ours, Like them in faith to bear All that of sorrow, grief, or pain May be our portion here ; 5 Enough, if Thou at last The word of blessing give, And let us rest m Thine own home, Where saints and angels live. Henry W. Baker, 1852. 295 ^^For we know that the whole creation groaneth and travaileth in pai7i together until now. ' ' C. M. IGHT of the lonely pilgrim's heart, Star of the coming day ! Arise, and with Thy morning beams Chase all our griefs away ! L' 2 Come, blessed Lord ! let every shore And answering island sing The praises of Thy royal Name, And own Thee as their King. 3 Bid the whole earth, responsive now To the bright world above, Break forth in sweetest strains of joy In memory of Thy love. 17* 198 FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 4 Jesus ! Thy fair creation groans, The air, the earth, the sea, In unison with all our hearts. And calls aloud for Thee. 5 Thine was the cross with all its fruits Of grace and peace divine : Be Thine the crown of glory now, The palm of victory Thine ! Edward Denny, 1 848. ^^Be ye therefore merciful, as your Father also is mercful.'^ 16 C. M. WHAT grace, O Lord, and beauty shone Around Thy steps below ; What patient love was seen in all Thy life and death of woe ! 2 For ever on Thy burdened heart A weight of sorrow hung, Yet no ungentle murmuring word Escaped Thy silent tongue. 3 Thy foes might hate, despise, revile. Thy friends unfaithful prove ; Unwearied in forgiveness still. Thy heart could only love. 4 O give us hearts to love like Thee, Like Thee, O Lord, to grieve Far more for other's sins than all The wrongs that we receive. 5 One with Thyself, may every eye In us, Thy brethren, see The gentleness and grace that spring From union, Lord, with Thee. Edward Denny, 1839. FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. ^^Catise TJiy Omrch to arise a7id shine, O Lord, and let her ?ni?tiste?'S be clothed with righteousness and salvation. 297 L. M. O GUARDIAN of the Church divine, The sevenfold gifts of grace are Thine, And kindled by Thy hidden fires The soul to highest aims aspires. FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 1 99 2 Thy ministers, O Lord, endue With wisdom,and their zeal renew; Turn all their weakness into might, O Thou the source of life and light. ; 3 Spirit of truth, on us bestow The faith in all its power to know ; That with the saints of ages gone, And those to come, we may be one. 4 Protect Thy Church from every foe, And peace, the fruit of love, bestow ; Convert the world, make all confess Thy mercy, truth, and righteousness. T. Chamberlain, altered^ ^^ Even as Chi'ist also loved the Church, and gave Himself for it,''* 6s. E love the place, O God, Wherein Thine honor dwells; The joy of Thine abode All earthly joy excels. 2 It is the House of prayer, Wlierein Thy servants meet ; And Thou, O Lord, art there Thy chosen flock to greet. 3 We love the sacred font ; For there the Holy Dove To pour is ever wont His blessing from above. 4 We love Thine altar, Lord ; O what on earth so dear? For there, in faith adored. We find Thy presence near. 5 We love the word of life. The word that tells of peace, Of comfort in the strife, And joys that never cease. 6 We love to sing below For mercies freely given ; And O ! we long to know The triumph-song of heaven. 200 FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 7 Lord Jesus, give us grace On earth to love Thee more, In heaven to see Thy face, And with Thy saints adore. W. H. Bullock, 1854. *^ Finally he ye all of one mind, having compassion one of another.' ) IS. JESUS, Lord, we look to Thee, ' Let us in Thy name agree ; Show Thyself the Prince of Peace, Bid all strife forever cease. 2 Make us of one heart and mind, Courteous, pitiful, and kind, Lowly, meek, in thought and word, Altogether like our Lord. 3 Let us for each other care, Each the other's burden bear. To Thy Church the pattern give, Show how true believers live. 4 Free from anger and from pride, Let us thus in God abide : All the depths of love express. All the heights of holiness. Charles Wesley. Love as brethren, be pitiful, be courteous.^ ^ C. M. ORD, as to Thy dear cross we flee, And plead to be forgiven. So let Thy life our pattern be. And form our souls for heaven. 2 Help us, through good report and ill. Our daily cross to bear. Like Thee, to do our Father's will, Our brethren's griefs to share. 3 Let grace our selfishness expel. Our earthliness refine, And kindness in our bosoms dwell. As free and true as Thine 4 If joy shall at Thy bidding fly, And griefs dark day come on, We, in our turn, would meekly cry Father ! Thy will be done ! FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 201 5 Should friends misjudge, or foes defame, Or brethren faithless prove, Then, like Thine own, be all our aim To conquer them by love. 6 Kept peaceful in the midst of strife, Forgiving and forgiven, O may we lead the pilgrim's life, And follow Thee to heaven. yoJm Hampden Gurmy, 1838. ** Who shall separate us from the love of Christ /" S. M. DEAR Saviour, we are Thine By everlasting bands ; 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, O let them ne'er prevail. 3 Thy Spirit shall unite Our souls to Thee, our Head ; Shall form us to Thine 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. 5 Since Christ and we are one. Why should we doubt or fear ? If He in heaven has fixed His throne, He'll fix His members there. P. Doddridge. ^^ O pray for the peace of Jerusalem : they shall prosper that love Thee.^^ 302 s. M. I LOVE Thy kingdom, Lord, The house of Thine abode ; • The Church our blest Redeemer sav'd With His own precious blood. 202 FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 2 I love Thy Church, O God ! Her walls before Thee stand. Dear as the apple of Thine eye, And graven on Thy hand. 3 For her my tears shall fall ; * For her my prayers ascend : To her my cares and toils be giv'n, Till toils and cares shall end. 4 Beyond my highest joy I prize her heav'nly ways , Her sweet communion, solemn vows, Her hymns of love and praise. 5 Jesus, Thou Friend divine, Our Saviour, and our King, Thy hand from every snare and foe. Shall great deliv' ranee bring. 6 Sure as Thy truth shall last, To Zion shall be given The brightest glories earth can yield, And brighter bliss of heaven. Timothy Dwight, i8oo. ^^For the eyes of the Lord are over the righteous.''^ S. M. MY spirit on Thy care. Blest Saviour, I recline, Thou wilt not lead me to despair. For Thou art love divine. 2 In Thee I place my trust ; On Thee I calmly rest ; I know Thee good — I know Thee just. And count Thy choice the best. 3 Whate'er events betide. Thy will They all perform ; Safe in Thy breast my head I hide Nor fear the coming storm. 4 Let good or ill befall, It must be good for me ; Secure of having Thee in all. Of having all in Thee. Hejiry Fraticis Lyte, 1834. J, SIXTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 203 SIXTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. f ' For whether we live, we live unto the Lord; and whether we die, we die unto the Lord^ S. M. ESUS ! I live to Thee, The loveliest and best ; 'My life in Thee, Thy life in me, In Thy blest love I rest. 2 Jesus ! I die to. Thee, Whenever death shall come; To die in Thee, is life to me. In my eternal home. 3 Whether to live or die, I know not which is best ; To live.in Thee, is bliss to me, To die is endless rest. • 5 Living or dying. Lord, I ask but to be Thine ; My life in Thee, Thy life in me Makes heaven forever mine. Henry Harbaugh, '^ Therefore we are buried with him by baptism into deaths 305 '"''^ O LOVING Jesus, for us crucified. We, who are Thine, together with Thee died j We, Lord, with Thee were buried in the grave, When Thy baptismal waters us did lave. 2 O mighty Jesus, who for us art risen. We, who are Thine, then rose from sin's dark prison; AVe, by Thy help, death's iron bars did break, New life is ours, and glory, for Thy sake. 3 O Conqueror Jesus, who art mounted high. Bearing with Thee Thy members to the sky. Lift us, O lift us, in Thy glorious flight. From earth to realms of everlasting light. 4 O King of glory, from Thy throne above Who didst the Spirit send of peace and love , His silver wings a heavenward course will hold ; Give us those wings, and feathers as of gold. 20 [ SIXTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 5 O God Triune, baptiz'd in Thy dear name, We pray for heavenly light and holy flame, That firm in faith, and walking in Thy love, We may Thee ever praise in bliss above. Christopher Wordsworth. ^^ Likewise reckon ye also yourselves to be dead indeed unto sin.^^ C. M. iROUGHT to the font with holy care, And washed from nature's shame, We join the flock of Christ, and bear The Christian's sacred name. Blest privilege ! but all in vain Our new and heavenly birth, If we the truth of God profane, And cleave to things of earth. Lord, since Thy holy name we bear, Like sons we would obey, Mark Thy commands with filial fear, And keep Thy perfect way. So, Lord, the inward grace impart, And bless the outward sign. That love, abiding in our heart, In all our life may shine. Edward Osier, ^'Let this grace reign iji us, as the power of a new heavenly life.^ L. M. GOD of all power, and truth, and grace. Which shall from age to age endure ; Whose word, when heaven and earth shall pass, Remains and stands forever sure j That -I Thy mercy may proclaim. That all mankind Thy truth may see ; Hallow Thy great and glorious name, And perfect holiness in me. Purge me from every sinful blot, My idols all be cast aside, Cleanse me from every sinful thought, From all the filth of self and pride. Give me a new, a perfect heart. From doubt, and fear, and sorrow free ; The mind which was in Christ impart. And let my spirit cleave to Thee. SIXTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 205 ''^Except your righteous ftess shall exceed the righteousness of the Scribes and Pharisees, ye shall in no case enter into the kingdom of heaven. L. M. " O 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 but 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 parta,ke. 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. Isaac Watts, 1709. *^And they shall be mine, saith the Lord of Hosts, in that day when I make up my jewels. ' ' HINE for ever ! God of love. Hear us from Thy throne above ; Thine for ever may we be, Here and in eternity. T 2 Thine for ever ! Lord of life, Shield us through our earthly strife : Thou, the Life, the Truth, the Way, Guide us to the realms of day. 3 Thine for ever ! O how blest They who find in Thee their rest ; Saviour, Guardian, heavenly Friend, O protect us to the end. 4 Thine for ever ! Saviour, keep These Thy frail and trembling sheep ; Safe alone beneath Thy care Let us all Thy goodness share. 2o6 SEVENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY, 5 Thine for ever ! Thou our Guide, All our wants by Thee supplied, All our sins by Thee forgiven, Led by Thee from earth to heaven. Mary Fawlcr Maude, 1848. SEVENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. o '* But now being made free from sin, and become servajits to God, ye have your fi-uit unto holiness. ' ' C. M. THOU, the Lord and Life of those _ Who rest their hope in Thee; Whose love, from everlasting woes, Hath set Thy people free ; 2 Thine agony and death display The curse our guilt should bear, Thy resurrection points the way To bliss that we may share. 3 To Thee, O Lord, we lift our heart, Thy mercy we implore; Help us to choose the better part. And go, and sin no more. 4 Help us the Saviour to confess, In whom our life we see ; And oh ! may fruits of holiness Prove that we live to Thee. IV. y. Hairs Collection. But the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ, our Lord.'' S. M. O God the only wise, _ Our Saviour and our King, Let all the saints below the skies Their humble praises bring. 'Tis His Almighty love. His counsel and His care, Preserves us safe from sin and death, And every hurtful snare. He will present our souls. Unblemished and complete, Before the glory of His face, With joys divinely great. 'np( p SEVENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 20 7 4 Then all the chosen seed Shall meet before the throne, Shall bless the conduct of His grace, And make His wonders known. 5 To our Redeemer God Wisdom and power belongs, Immortal crowns of majesty, And never-ending songs. Isaac Watts, 1709. ** Cause the comfort of Thy heavenly grace to abound in us, as the earnest and pledge of Joys to co?ne. ' ' C. M. ATHER ! whate'er of earthly bliss Thy sovereign will denies, Accepted at Thy throne of grace, Let this petition rise : 2 Give me a calm, a thankful heart, From every murmur free ; The blessings of Thy grace impart, And let me live to Thee. 3 Let the sweet hope, that Thou art mine. My path of life attend ; Thy presence through my journey shine, And crown my journey's end. Anne Steele, 1760. *' He that eateth Me, even he shall live by Afe^ L. M. JESUS, Thou Joy of loving hearts. Thou Fount of life, Thou Light of men. From the best bliss that earth imparts. We turn unfilled to Thee again. 2 Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood ; Thou savest those that on Thee call ; To them that seek Thee, Thou art good To them that find Thee, All in all. '3 We taste Thee, O Thou living Bread, And long to feast upon Thee still : We drink of Thee, the Fountain-head, And thirst our souls from Thee to fill. 4 Our restless spirits yearn for Thee, Where'er our changeful lot is cast; Glad, when Thy gracious smile we see, Blest, when our faith can hold Thee fast. 313 2o8 EIGHTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. » 5 O Jesus, ever with us stay ! Make all our moments calm and bright : Chase the dark night of sin away, Shed o'er the world Thy holy light. Bernard of Clairvaux, 1153. Trans. Ray Palmer, iSj8. " T/iis is that bread which came dowti fro?n heave ?i.^^ ys & 6s, 8 tines. O BREAD, to pilgrims given, O Food, that angels eat, O Manna, sent from heaven, For heaven-born natures meet ! Give us, for Thee long pining, To eat till richly filled ; Till, earth's delights resigning, Our every wish is stilled. 2 O Water, life-bestowing, From out the Saviour's heart ! A fountain purely flowing, A fount of love Thou art ; Oh ! let us, freely tasting, Our burning thirst assuage ! Thy sweetness, never wasting, Avails from age to age. 3 Jesus ! this feast receiving, We Thee unseen adore ; Thy faithful word believing, We take, and doubt no more ; Give us. Thou true and loving 1 On earth to live in Thee ; Then, death the veil removing. Thy glorious face to see. Latin Hyjnn. Trans. Ray Palmtr, iSj8. EIGHTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. *^My meditation of Him shall be sweet. «2t ^ C. M. Y Saviour, my Almighty Friend ! _ When I begin Thy praise. Where will the growing numbers end : The numbers of Thy grace ? EIGHTH SUNDAY AFTER TRiNITY. 209 2 Thou art my everlasting trust; Thy goodness I adore ; And since I knew Thy graces first, I speak Thy glories more. 3 My feet shall travel all the length Of the celestial road, And march with courage in Thy strength To see my Father, God. 4 When I am filled with sore distress For some surprising sin, I'll plead Thy perfect righteousness, And mention none but Thine. 5 How will my lips rejoice to tell The vict'ries of my King! My soul, redeemed from sin and hell. Shall Thy salvation sing. 6 My tongue shall all the day proclaim My Saviour, and my God, His death hath brought my foes to shame. And saved me by His blood. 7 Awake, awake my tuneful powers, With this delightful song, I'll entertain the darkest hours, Nor think the season long. Isaac Watt J, 1^19. ^^ But ye have received the Spirit of adoption^ whereby we cry, Abba Father:' C. M. OVEREIGN of all the worlds on high. Allow my humble claim ; Nor, while a worm would raise its head. Disdain a Father's name. S' a My Father, God ! how sweet the sound ! How tender, and how dear ! Not all the harmony of heav'n Could so delight the ear. 3 Come, sacred Spirit, seal the name On my expanding heart, And show that in Jehovah's grace I share a filial part. 18* o 2IO EIGHTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 4 Cheered by a signal so divine, Unwav'ring, I believe; And Abba, Father, humbly cry, Nor can the sign deceive. P. Doddridge. '^And if children, then heirs ; heirs of God, and joint heirs with Christ.''^ 7s. BLESSED are the sons of God ; They are bought with Jesus' blood. They are ransom' d from the grave, Life eternal they shall have. 2 They are justified by grace. They enjoy a solid peace; All their sins are washed away, They shall stand in God's great day. 3 They produce the fruits of grace In the works of righteousness ! Born of God, they hate all sin, God's pure word remains within. 4 They have fellowship with God, Through the Mediator's blood ; One with God, through Jesus one, Glory is in them begun. 5 They alone are truly blest ; Heirs with God, joint heirs with Christ ; They with love and peace are fill'd. They are by His Spirit sealed. yos. Himiphreys, 1743. ^'For as many as are led by the Spirit of God, they are the sons of God.'' C. M. THE whole creation groans and waits Till we, who love Thee, Lord, V Shall stand within Thy temple gates, And shine — the sons of God. 2 The sons of God, — how bright they shine ! No mortal eye can see ; We sinners shall be made divine ! We shall be one with Thee ! NINTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 211 One with the Lord and all His saints ! Thy nature in our own ! Thy crown our rich inheritance ! Heirs to Thy royal throne ! Thy throne no joy to us would bring, If we from Thee were riven ; For all our joy is in our King, And Thou art all our heaven. 319 M *' We will be glad a?td rejoice in Thee ; we will remember Thy lover S. M. Y God ! permit my tongue This joy, to call Thee mine ; And let my early cries prevail, To taste Thy love divine. 2 My thirsty fainting soul Thy mercy doth implore ; Not travelers in desert lands, Can pant for water more. 3 For life, without Thy love. No relish can afford : No joy can be compared to this, To serve and please the Lord. 4 In wakeful hours at night, I call my God to mind ; I think how wise Thy counsels are, And all Thy dealings kind. 5 Since Thou hast been my help. To Thee my spirit flies ; And on Thy watchful providence My cheerful hope relies. 6 The shadow of Thy wings My soul in safety keeps ; I follow where my Father leads. And He supports my steps. Isaac Watts, 17 19. NINTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. ^^ And they thirsted 720 1 when He led them t/u'ough the desert^ CAPTAIN of Israel's host, and Guide Of all who seek their home above : 32 212 NINTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. Beneath Thy shadow we abide. The cloud of Thy protecting love : Our strength, Thy grace : our rule, Thy word : Our end, the glory of the Lord. 2 By Thine unerring Spirit led. We shall not in the desert stray : By Thy paternal bounty fed, We shall not lack in all our way : As far from danger as from fear, While Thine almighty love is near. Charles Wesley. *'/;/ the day also He led them with a cloud and all the night with a light of fire. ' ' C. M. FORTH to the land of promise bound, Our desert-path we tread ; God's fiery pillar for our guide. His Captain at our head. 2 E'en now we faintly trace the hills, And catch their distant blue ; And the bright city's gleaming spires Rise dimly on our view. 3 Soon, when the desert shall be crossed, The flood of death past o'er, Our pilgrim hosts shall safely land On Canaan's peaceful shore. 4 There love shall have its perfect work, And prayer be lost in praise ; And all the servants of our God Their endless anthems raise. Henry Alford, 1827. ""^ Illu7ninate our minds by Thy heavenly grace, a7id fill them with the pure wisdom which cometh frojn above, that we may walk before Thee in simplicity and godly sincerity all our days. ' ' L. M. COME, O Creator, Spirit blest ! And in our souls take up Thy rest ; Come, with Thy grace and heavenly aid. To fill the hearts Thy power hath made. NINTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 213 2 Come, Holy Ghost, to Thee we cry : O highest gift of God most high ! O Fount of life ! O Fire of love ! Anointing Spirit from above ! 3 Thou in Thy bounteous gifts art known. Thee, Finger of God's hand, we own ; The promise of the Father Thou ! Our tongues with truth and power endow. 4 Kindle our senses from above, And make our hearts o'erfiow with love ; With patience firm, and virtue high, The weakness of our flesh supply. 5 Far from us drive the foe we dread, And grant us Thy true peace instead ; So shall we not, with Thee to guide, Turn from the path of life aside. 6 O may Thy grace on us bestow, The Father and the Son to know. And Thee through endless time confess'd Of Both th' eternal Spirit blest. Charlemagne. Trans. E. Casivall, altered. *'So He fed them according to the integrity of His hearty and guided the?n by the skilfidness of His hands.''* L. M. N all our wand' rings here below We see Thee, Lord, where'er we go; When waters flow from smitten rock, Thy blood supplies Thy thirsting flock. 2 Thy word, and holy festival, Thy Church — we see Thee in them all; When manna from the heav'ns refresh. Then Jesus feeds us with His flesh. 3 In all the gleams of grace divine We see Thy holy presence shine; Beneath the cloud baptiz'd are we. And Jesus leads us through the sea. 4 No arm can save us from the foe But Thine, — no other hope we know; We lean not on ourselves; — Thy rod Is all our trust, Thou Son of God. tf I! 214 NINTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 5 In all our long and weary way, Pilgrims of Canaan, lest we stray, Be Thou our Guide, Thy grace afford And make us Thine in will and word. 6 So may we through life's desert go. And come where fruits of Eshcol grow ; Gain the rich promise of Thy word And rest forever with the Lord. C. Wordsworth, altered. Not taking counsel of the world or of the flesh, but aiming and endeavoring in all things only to k?iow and do Thy will. ' ' 10s, 4s, loj", 4J-, loj", 10s. EAD, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom. Lead Thou me on : The night is dark, and I am far from home, Lead Thou me on. Keep Thou my feet ; I do not ask to see The distant scene ; one step enough for me. 2 I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on ; I loved to choose and see my path j but now Lead Thou me on. 1 loved the garish day: and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will ; remember not past years. 3 So long Thy power hath blest me, sure it still Will lead me on O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till The night is gone. And with the morn those angel faces smile. Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile. - Jno H. Newman, ^^ Now all these things happeiied u7ito them for ensamples.^* S. M. LORD, refresh Thy flock; Athirst to Thee we cry: Thou art the spiritual Rock, Whence we must drink or die. 2 Preserve us, Lord, from death : Thou art the Lamb, whose blood Sprinkled on Israel's doors in faith A token was for good. TENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 215 3 With many a bitter thought Of cherished sin subdued, 'Tis meet that, drest in pilgrim garb, We take Thee for our food. 4 Away the signs are cast, And now Thyself we see ; Yet let each sign that cheered the past Still lift our hearts to Thee. Jos. Anstke, TENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 2 'Jesus weptV S. M. DID Christ o'er sinners weep, And shall our cheeks be dry ? Let floods of penitential grief Burst forth from every eye. The Son of God in tears The angels wondering see : Hast Thou no wonder, O my soul ? He shed those tears for Thee. 3 He wept that we might weep, Might weep our sin and shame ; He wept to show His love for us, And bid us love the same. 4 Then tender be our hearts. Our eyes in sorrow dim. Till every tear from every eye Is wiped away by Him. • Benj. Beddome, 1787. *' If thou hadst known, even thou, at least in this thy day, the things which belong unto thy peace. 32T ^- ^• PAST is her day of grace ; Her cup of wrath o'erflows : Yet Jesus views the guilty place, And weeps her coming woes. 2 " If thou hadst known, e'en thou. At least in this thy day. The message of thy peace — but now Thine hour is pass'd away." 2l6 TENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 3 And doth the Saviour weep Over His people's sin, Because they will not let Him keep The souls He died to win ? 4 Ye hearts that love the Lord, If at this sight ye burn, See that in thought, in deed, in word, Ye hate what made Him mourn ! Jolm Keble. *' Now concerfiing spiritual gifts, brethren, I would not have you ig?iorant. S. M. HOLY SPIRIT ! come And Jesus' love declare; Oh ! tell us of our heavenly homxC, And guide us safely there. 2 Our unbelief remove, By Thine almighty breath ; Oh ! work the wondrous work of love, The mighty work of faith. 3 Thy sceptre, Lord ! extend. Pity our deep distress; Thou art the contrite sinner's Friend, Thy waiting servants bless. 4 We bless Thee for Thy grace, And Thine almighty power; We bless Thee for Thy holy place, And this accepted hour. Oswald Alle7i, 1862. ^^ Open ye the gates, that the righteous nation, which keepcth the truth, may enter in.^^ 329 _ L. M. IFT up your heads, ye mighty gates ! Behold ! the King of glory waits ! The King of kings is drawing near, The Saviour of the world is here. L 2 Life and salvation doth He bring, Wherefore rejoice, and gladly sing: Eternal praise, my God ! to Thee ! Creator ! wise is Thy decree. tJ TENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 21 7 3 Fling wide tHe portals of your heart, Make it a temple, set apart From earthly use for heaven's employ, Adorned with prayer, and love, and joy. 4 So shall your Sovereign enter in. And new and nobler life begin ; Eternal praise, my God ! be Thine, For word, and deed, and grace divine. 5 Redeemer ! come ; I open wide My heart to Thee ; here, Lord ! abide ; Let me Thine inner presence feel, Thy grace and love in me reveal. 6 Thy Holy Spirit guide us on, Until our glorious goal be won ! Eternal praise, eternal fame. Be offered, Saviour ! to Thy name ! George IVeisel, 1635. Trans. Cath. Whikworth, /(SjJ. ^^He beheld the city and wept over it.^^ C. M. WHEN scorn'd by Zion, David's Son Looked down from Olivet, The countenance of Christ was sad. Those eyes with tears were wet. 2 O precious tears, most precious blood, More costly than the dew That falls on Hermon's hill, and rains That Carmel's flowers renew. 3 For from those tears and precious blood, As from prolific showers, A blessed gai^den soon will bloom Of heavenly passion-flowers. 4 Thou, Lord, wilt rise from Calvary; And through Gethsemane From Zion pass to Olivet, For glorious victory. 5 Another Zion from that mount, O Lord, Thou wilt behold, Thy heavenly Zion, ever bright •With precious stones and gold. 19 D 2l8 ELEVENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 6 O weep with Christ on Olivet, That ye with Christ may rise ; Ye sow in tears, to reap with Him A harvest in the skies. Christopher Wordsworth. **Come unto Me all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.^^ L. M. EAR Lord ! I give my heart to Thee, Its throbs of grief will never cease, Till yearning faith be taught to see In Christ, the risen Prince of Peace. 2 My time is flitting day by day. Sad conscience weaves, in restless loom, A shroud, whose dusky lines portray The travails of eternal gloom. 3 The bitter fruits of wasted years, The empty store of worldly gain, Hope's blighted flowers, rank with tears. And mem'ry's ashes mix'd with pain; 4 This weighty sum of life I bring To Calv'ry's gkaming, lofty tree; Lo ! at its foot, the load I fling, And to its arms for refuge flee. 5 My guilt — the spear that pierced Thy side, My death once swelled Thy dying cry ; Oh cleanse my sins in mercy's tide, Still ebbing earthward from the sky. 6 Thine eye doth read the soul's distress, When, mourning for Thy peace, it pleads, Let Thy forgiveness, Jesus, bless, And fill my spirit's piteous needs. R. S. Mathews, 1859. ELEVENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. '^A new heart will I give you, and a new spirit will I put within you^ C. M. FOR a heart to praise my God, _ A heart from sin set free ! Alieart that's sprinkled with Thy blood, So freely shed for me ! o ELEVENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 219 334 2 A heart resign'd, submissive, meek ; My dear Redeemer's throne ; Where only Christ is heard to speak Where jesus reigns alone ! 3 A humble, lowly, contrite heart, Believing, true, and clean ; Which neither life nor death can part From Him that dwells within ! 4 A heart in every thought renewed. And full of love divine. Perfect, and right, and pure, and good ; A copy. Lord, of Thine ! 5 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart ; Come quickly from above ; Write Thy new name upon my heart, Thy new, best name of love. Charles Wesley, 1 742. ^' God be merciful to me a sinner. ' ' C. M. LORD, like the publican I stand, And lift my heart to Thee ; Thy pardoning grace, O God, command j Be merciful to me. 2 I smite upon my anxious breast, O'erwhelmed with agony ! O save my soul by sin oppressed ; Be merciful to me. 3 My guilt, my shame, I all confess, I have no hope nor plea But Jesus' blood and righteousness; Be merciful to me- 4 Here at Thy cross I still would wait, Nor from its shelter flee. Till Thou, O God, in mercy great, Art merciful to me. T. RaJJles, 183 1, ''But by the grace of God I am what I am'' C. M. ALL that I was — my sin, my guilt, My death was all my own : All that I am, I owe to Thee, My gracious God ! alone. 220 ELEVENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 2 The evil of my former state Was mine, and only mine ; The good in which I now rejoice, Is Thine, and only Thine. 3 The darkness of my former state, The bondage, all was mine ; The light of life, in which I walk, The liberty, is Thine. 4 Thy grace first made me feel my sin. It taught me to believe ; Then, in believing, peace I found, And now I live, I live. 5 All that I am, e'en here on earth, All that I hope to be, When Jesus comes, and glory dawns, I owe it, Lord ! to Thee. Horatius Bonar, 1850. "He that humbleth himself shall be exalted.'' C. M. HOLY and rev' rend is the name Of our eternal King ; *' Thrice holy Lord !" the angels cry; *' Thrice holy !" let us sing. 2 Holy is He in all His works, And truth is His delight ; But sinners and their wicked ways Shall perish from His sight. 3 The deepest rev'rence of the mind, Pay, O my soul, to God ; Lift with Thy hands a holy heart To His sublime abode. 4 With sacred awe pronounce His name, Whom words nor thoughts can reach ; A broken heart shall please Him more Than the best forms of speech. 5 Thou holy God ! preserve my soul From all pollution free ; The pure in heart are Thy delight. And they Thy face shall see. John Needham, 1768. ELEVENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 221 " O Lordj Open Thou my lips ; ami my moutJi sJiali sJioiv forth Thy praise. ' ' LORD, with glowing heart I'd praise Thee For the bliss Thy love bestows ; For the pardoning grace that saves me, And the peace that from it flows: Help, O God, my weak endeavor; This dull soul to rapture raise; Thou must light the flame, or never Can my love be warmed to praise. 2 Praise, my soul, the God that sought Thee, Wretched wand'rer, far astray ; Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee From the paths of death away ; Praise, with love's devoutest feeling Him who saw thy guilt-born fear. And, the light of hope revealing. Bade the blood-stained cross appear. 3 Lord, this bosom's ardent feeling Vainly would my life express; Low before Thy footstool kneeling, Deign Thy suppliant's prayer to bless ; Let Thy grace, my soul's chief treasure, Love's pure flame within me raise; And, since words can never measure. Let my life show forth Thy praise. Francis Scott Key, 1826. *^0 come, let us worship a7id how down ; let us kneel before the Lo7-d our Maker. ' ' S. M. OME, sound His praise abroad. And hymns of glory sing ; Jehovah is the sovereign God, The universal King. 2 He form.ed the deeps unknown, He gave the seas their bound ; The watery worlds are all His own. And all the solid ground. 3 Come, worship at His throne, Come, bow before the Lord ; We are His work, and not our own. He formed us by His word. 19* c 222 TWELFTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 4 To-day attend His voice, Nor dare provoke His rod ; Come, like tlie people of His choice, And* Qwn your gracious God. 5 But if your ears refuse The language of His grace. And hearts grow hard like stubborn Jews, That unbelieving race ; 6 The Lord, in vengeance dressed, Will lift His hand and swear, ** Ye that despise my promised rest, Shall have no portion there." Isaac Watts, 17 19. TWELFTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 33S ^^ For if the ininistratlon of condemnation be glory, much more doth the ministration of righteousness exceed iji glory. ' ' C. M. "' OT to the terrors of the Lord, _ The tempest, fire, and smoke ; Not to the thunder of that word, Which God on Sinai spoke. 2 But we are come to Zion's hill. The city of our God, Where milder words declare His will. And spread His love abroad. 3 Behold th' innumerable host Of angels clothed in light ! Behold the spirits of the just. Whose faith is turned to sight ! 4 Behold the blessed assembly there. Whose names are writ in heaven ; And God, the Judge of all, declares Their vilest sins forgiven ! 5 The saints on earth and all the dead But one communion make ; All join in Christ, their living Head, And of His grace partake. TWELFTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 223 6 In such society as this My weary soul would rest ; The man that dwells where Jesus is Must be forever blest. haac Watts, 1709. ^^How shall not the 7ninistration of the Spirit be rather glorious ? ' ' 339 CM MOSES from Sinai brings the Law, His face with glory gleams ; The people's eyes bedimmed by sin, Are dazzled by its beams. 2 To shroud the glory of the Law, Brilliant with heavenly grace, And spare their feeble eyes, he puts A veil upon his face. 3 Beam with Thy Spirit on our hearts. Take off the veil, that we May see the glory of the Law, Jesus, revealed in Thee. 4 Lord, if the Law, on stones engraven, Did with such splendor shine, How should 'we dare to gaze upon Thy countenance divine ? 5 If, in the twilight dim, the law Gleamed with such lustre bright. How glorious is the noon-day sun Of evangelic Light ! 6 Thou sayest, '^ Without holiness No eye shall look on Thee," And ^' Blessed are the pure in heart, For they God's face shall see." 7 O, therefore, cleanse our sullied hearts, Soften these hearts of stone, Tliat we may see Thee, and may know As we, O Lord, are known. C. Wordsworth ''My soul doth magfiify the Lord. ' ' C. P. M. OH ! could I speak the matchless worth. Oh ! could I sound the glories forth. Which in my Saviour shine ! I'd soar, and touch the heavenly strings. And vie with Gabriel, while he sings In notes almost divine. 224 TWELFTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 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 all 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 He, dear Lord ! will bring me home, And I shall see His face : There, with my Saviour, brother, friend, A blessed eternity I'll spend. Triumphant in His grace. Samuel Medley, 1789. '' IVork in tis such inward coiiformify with His holy patience ^ as may cause us to have part also i?i Mis glorious power.^^ L. M. Y dear Redeemer, and my Lord ! I read my duty in Thy word j But in Thy life the law appears Drawn out in living characters. 2 Such was Thy truth, and such Thy zeal, Such deference to Thy Father's will. Such love and meekness, so divine, I would transcribe, and make them mine. 3 Cold mountains and the midnight air Witnessed the fervor of Thy prayer ; The desert Thy temptations knew. Thy conflict and Thy victory too. 4 Be Thou my pattern ; make me bear More of Thy gracious image here ; Then God, the Judge, shall own my name. Amongst the followers of the Lamb. Isaac Watts, 1 709. 342 THIRTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 225 " He hath done all things well.''* L. M. N' OW, in a song of grateful praise, To my dear Lord my voice I'll raise; With all His saints I'll join to tell That Jesus hath done all things well. 2 Wisdom, and power, and love divine. In all His works, unrivaled, shine. And force the wondering world to tell That He alone did all things well. 3 Howe'er mysterious are His ways, Or dark or sorrowful my days ; And though my spirit oft tebel, I know He still doth all things well. 4 And when I stand before His throne, And all His ways are fully known, This note in sweetest strains shall swell, That Jesus hath done all things well. Sainuel Medley. THIRTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 343 ^''Blessed are the eyes, which see the things that ye see.'' S. M. OW beauteous are their feet, Who stand on Zion's hill ! Who bring salvation on their tongues. And words of peace reveal ! How charming is their voice ! How sweet the tidings are ! *' Zion ! behold thy Saviour King, He reigns and triumphs here ! '* How happy are our ears. That hear this joyful sound. Which kings and prophets waited for. And sought, but never found ! How blessed are our eyes. That see this heavenly light ! Prophets and kings desired it long, But died without the sight. 226 THIRTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 5 The watchmen join their voice, And tuneful notes employ ; Jerusalem breaks forth in 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. Isaac Watts, 1707* *' Go and do thou likewise ^ C. M. WHEN from the city of our God Man wancjer'd far away, He fell into the Tempter's hands; Was stripp'd, and wounded lay. 2 Christ bound our wounds, and pour'd in oil) And wine with tender care, And bore us to an Inn — His Church — ^ And safely lodged us there. 3 He gave us to the host in charge, And "at that future day When I shall come again," He said, *' I will Thy pains repay." 4 What beams of grace and mercy, Lord, In Thy example shine ! O may we give Thee thanks and praise. By showing love like Thine. 5 So may we, at that future day. With joy Thy coming see. And hear that blessing, — "What ye did To mine, ye did to Me." C. Wordsworth. ^^ There is therefore 7iow no condemnation to them which are i?t Christ* Jesus. ^^ C. M. DEAREST of all the names above, My Jesus and my God ! Who can resist Thy heavenly love, Or trifle with Thy blood? 2 'Tis by the merits of Thy death. The Father smiles again ; 'Tis by Thine interceding breath, The Spirit dwells with men. 346 THIRTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 227 3 Till God in human flesh I see, My thoughts no comfort find ; The holy, just, and sacred Three Are terrors 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 th' incarnate mystery, And there I fix my trust. Isaac Watts, 1709. ^^ For if the inker ita7ice be of the law, it is no more of promise,''^ C. M. 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 mouths, Without a murm'ring word; ,» And the whole race of Adam stand Guilty 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. 4 Jesus ! how glorious is Thy grace ! When in Thy name we trust, Our faith receives a righteousness. That makes the sinner just. Isaac Watts, 1709. *'And walk in love, as Christ also hath loved us, and hath given Himself for us.^'' C. M. 34:T BEHOLD, where in a mortal form Appears each grace divine ! The virtues, all in Jesus met. With mildest radiance shine. 228 FOURTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 2 To spread the rays of heavenly light, To give the mourner joy, To preach glad tidings to the poor. Was His divine employ. 3 Lowly in heart, to all His friends A friend and servant found ; He washed their feet, He wiped their tears And healed each bleeding wound. 4 'Midst keen reproach and cruel scorn. Patient and meek He stood. His foes, ungrateful, sought His life; He labored for their good. 5 Be Christ our Pattern and our Guide ! His image may we bear ! O may we tread His holy steps. His joys and glory share ! William Enfield, 1772. FOURTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. ^^And it cai7ie to pass, that, as they went, they were cleansed.^* C. M. LORD, once afar removed from Thee, The race of Adam stood. Tainted by sin's foul leprosy, A wretched brotherhood. 2 Thou hast come down in love from heaven To us, O gracious Lord ; And by Thy sanctifying blood We are to health restored. 3 Thy mercies on our weary souls Fall like refreshing dews. And every day and every hour Thy gifts of grace renews. C, Wordsworth, *^The communion of the Holy Ghost be with you alL'' 3^9 8j & 7J-, 8 lines, HOLY Ghost ! dispel our sadness. Pierce the clouds of sinful night; Come, Thou Source of sweetest gladness ! Breathe Thy life, and spread Thy light : FOURTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 229 Come, Thou best of all donations God can give, or we implore ! Having Thy sweet consolations, We need wish for nothing more. 2 From that height which knows no measure, As a gracious shower descend, Bringing down the richest treasure Man can wish or God can send : Author of the new creation ! Come, with unction and with power; Make our hearts Thy habitation ; On our souls Thy graces shower. 3 Manifest Thy love forever; Fence us in on every side ; In distress be our Reliever; Guard and teach, support and guide.: Hear, Oh ! hear our supplication. Loving Spirit, God of peace 1 Rest upon this congregation. With the fullness of Thy grace. Paul Gerhard, 1653. Tra7ts. A. M. To^lady, mb. ''Walk in the spirit:' f~\ THOU who makest souls to shine \^ With light from lighter worlds above, And droppest glistening dew divine On all who seek a Saviour's love: 2 Do Thou Thy benediction give On all who teach, on all who learn. That so Thy Church may holier live, And every lamp more brightly burn. -i Give those who teach pure hearts and wise. Faith, hope, and love, all warmed by prayer; Themselves first training for the skies. They best will raise their people there. 4 Give those who learn the willing ear, The spirit meek, the guileless mmd : Such gifts will make the lowliest here Far better than a kingdom find. 5 O bless the shepherd ; bless the sheep ; That guide and guided both be one, One in the faithful watch they keep, Until this hurrying life be done. 20 t( 230 FIFTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 6 If thus, Good Lord, Thy grace be given, In Thee to live, in Thee to die, Before we upward pass to heaven We taste our immortality. yo/in M. Neale, 'I will put my Spirit wit hi 71 you. ' ' S. M. COME, Holy Spirit ! come With energy divine. And on this poor benighted soul, With beams of mercy shine. 2 From the celestial hills, Light, life, and joy dispense; And may I daily, hourly feel Thy quickening influence. 3 Oh ! melt this frozen heart. This stubborn will subdue; Each evil passion overcome, And form me all anew. 4 The profit will be mine. But Thine shall be the praise; Cheerful to Thee will I devote The remnant of liiy days. Be7y'. Beddotne, 1770. FIFTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. c ^^ Take 710 thought for your life, what ye shall eat, or what ye shall dritik. ' ' S. M. OMMIT thou all thy griefs And ways into His hands. To His sure truth and tender care Who earth and heaven commands ; 2 Who points the clouds their course, Whom winds and seas obey : He shall direct thy wandering feet, He shall prepare thy way. 3 Thou on the Lord rely. So safe thou shalt go on : Fix on His word thy steadfast eye, So shall thy work be done. p FIFTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 23 1 4 No profit canst thou gain By self-consuming care : To Him commend thy cause : His ear Attends the softest prayer. 5 Thy everlasting truth, Father, Thy ceaseless love. Sees all Thy children's wants, and knows What best for each will prove. Paid Gerhardt. Trans, jfno. Wesley, Ijsg. ^^Your heavenly Father knoweth that ye have need of all these things. ' ' C. M. ATHER, 'tis Thine each day to yield Our wants a fresh supply ; Thou cloth' St the lilies of the field, And hear' St the ravens cry: Thy love in all Thy works we see ; Thy promise, Lord, we plead ; And humbly cast our care on Thee, Who knowest all our need. Let not the world engage our love. Nor cares our bosoms fill ; But fix our heart on things above. That we may do Thy will : The comfort of Thy light bestow ; Our faith and hope increase ; And let us in Thy presence know Contentment, joy, and peace. Edward Osier, " Glorious thiftgs are spoken of thee, O city of God. ' ' 8i- & yj-, 8 lines. GLORIOUS things of thee are spoken, Zion, city of our God ; Lie, whose word cannot be broken, Formed thee for His own abode ; On the Rock of Ages founded, What can shake thy sure repose ? With salvation's walls surrounded. Thou mayest smile at all thy foes. Thine the streams of living waters Springing from the throne above ; Thither speed thy sons and daughters. There all thirst they slake in love ; 232 FIFTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. Who can faint while such a river Ever will their thirst assuage ; Grace, which, like the Lord, the Giver, Never fails from age to age? 3 On their way, around them hovering, Pillared cloud or fire appear, For a glory and a covering ; Showing that the Lord is near. From their banner thus deriving Light by night, and shade by day, Bread from heaven, all heart-reviving. For their daily food have they. 4 Saviour, we of Zion's city Members through Thy grace became ; Though the world deride or pity, We will glory in Thy Name. Fading is the worldling's pleasure. All his boasted pomp and show ; Solid joys and lasting treasure None but Zion's children know. yo/in Newton, 1779. ^^The things which are seen are temporal, but the things which are not seen are eternal. ' ' C. M. 8 lines. THE roseate hues of early dawn, The brightness of the day. The crimson of the sunset sky, How fast they fade away ! Oh, for the pearly gates of heaven. Oh, for the golden floor. Oh, for the Sun of Righteousness, That setteth nevermore. The highest hopes we cherish here. How fast they tire and faint ; How many a spot defiles the robe That wraps an earthly saint ! Oh, for a heart that never sins. Oh, for a soul washed white, Oh, for a voice to praise our King, Nor weary day nor night. Here faith is ours, and heavenly hope. And grace to lead us higher ; But there are perfectness, and peace Beyond our best desire. 355 FIFTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 233 Oh, by Thy love, and anguish, Lord ! And by Thy life laid down, Grant that we fall not from Thy grace, Nor cast away our crown. Cecil Frances A lexander, 1853. ^^ Mercifully fix our hearts ofi things above y \ 8j" & 7J-, 6 lines. LIGHT'S abode, celestial Salem, Vision whence true peace doth spring, Brighter than the heart can fancy, Mansion of the Highest King ; O how glorious are the praises, Which of thee the prophets sing ! 2 There for ever and for ever Alleluia is outpoured ; For unending, for unbroken, Is the feast-day of the Lord ; All is pure, and all is holy That within thy walls is stored. 3 There no cloud nor passing vapor Dims the brightness of the air ; Endless noon-day, glorious noon-day, From the Sun of suns is there ; There no night brings rest from labor : There unknown are toil and care. 4 O how glorious and resplendent, Fragile body, shalt thou be. When endued with so much beauty. Full of health, and strong, and free. Full of vigor, full of pleasure That shall last eternally ! 5 Now with gladness, now with courage, Bear the burden on thee laid. That hereafter these thy labors May with endless gifts be paid. And in everlasting glory Thou with brightness be arrayed 6 Laud and honor to the Father, Laud and honor to the Son, Laud and honor to the Spirit, Ever Three and ever One, Consubstantial, co-eternal. While unending ages run. Hymnal Noted, 20* 234 SIXTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. SIXTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 357 ** Now when He came nigh to the gate of the city.^^ C. M. O SAVIOUR, who at Nain's gate Didst dry a widow's tears, And raise her only son, the prop Of her declining years ; 2 What holy raptures, Lord, through Thee Thy suffering saints await. When raised from death by Thee they stand At Thy own City's gate ! 3 What ecstasies will then be theirs^ In that blest city, Lord, When sons to parents will by Thee For ever be restored ! 4 O grant us so together. Lord, To live in holy love. That we together may be join'd In holy bliss above. 5 Members of Christ our bodies are, The Holy Spirit's shrine; Then grant us so to use them now, That they may be like Thine. Christopher Wordsworth, *' Of whom the whole family in heaven a?id ea7'th is named^ 358 C. M. ET saints below in concert sing ^ With those to glory gone; For all the servants of our King In earth and heaven are one. 2 One family — we dwell in Him — One Church, above, beneath, Though now divided by the stream, The narrow stream of death ; 3 One army of the living God, To His command we bow ; Part of the host have crossed the flood, And part are crossing now. SIXTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 235 4 Some to their everlasting home This solemn moment fly ; And we are to the margin come, And soon expect to die. 5 E'en now, by faith, we join our hands With those that went before, And greet the ransomed blessed bands Upon th' eternal shore. 6 Lord Jesus ! be our constant Guide : And, when the word is given, Bid death's cold flood its waves divide, And land us safe in heaven. Charles Wesley. **Keep us who are still in the body, in everlasting fellowship with all that wait for Thee on earth, and with all that are around Thee in heaveti. ' ' 359 _ c. M. ESUS, we sing Thy matchless grace That calls us as Thine own ; Give us among Thy saints a place To make Thy glories known ! J 2 Allied to Thee, our vital Head, We live, and grow, and thrive; From Thee divided, each is dead. When most he seems alive. 3 Thy saints on earth, and those above, Here join in one accord ; One body all in mutual love, And Thou the common Lord. 4 O may our faith each moment gain More of Thy Spirit's grace; Till Thou present us all complete Before Thy Father's face. ^^Tliey sing the song of Moses, the servant of God, and the song of the Lamb,^^ 360 s M. AWAKE, and sing the song Of Moses and the Lamb ; Wake every heart, and every tongue. To praise the Saviour's name. 336 SIXTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY, 2 Sing of His dying love; Sing of His rising power ; Sing how He intercedes above For those whose sins He bore. 3 Sing, till we feel our hearts Ascending with our tongues; Sing, till the love of sin departs, And grace inspires our songs. 4 Sing, on your heavenly way, , Ye ransomed sinners, sing ; Sing on, rejoicing every day In Christ, th' eternal King. 5 Soon shall ye hear Him say, "Ye blessed children, come." Soon will He call you hence away And take His wanderers home. 6 There shall our raptured tongue His endless praise proclaim. And sweeter voices tune the song Of Moses and the Lamb. William Hammond, 1745. Altered by M. Madan, jybo. ^^Unto Him be glory in the Chwch by Christ Jesus, throughout all ages, world -without end, Ame7iJ'^ I"! 6s & IQS. YE angel-hosts above, Ye righteous souls at rest in Paradise, Ye faithful still on earth. Let all your songs to God in concert rise. 2 Yea, their one Maker's praise The countless orders of creation sing : Innumerable worlds Pay homage to the Universal King. 3 Before th' eternal throne The Elders, seated round the crystal sea. Cast down their golden crowns In worship of the Triune Majesty. 4 Responsive rolls the chant From side to side in heav'n's own liturgy: '' Thrice Holy, Lord of Hosts, Which was, and is, and evermore shall be." SIXTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 237 5 Nor are those spirits mute, Who to the Church Expectant now belong; They to the Saving Name In adoration pour their thankful song. 6 With these the Church on earth In ceaseless worship bears its equal part : In every land and tongue Go up glad hymns of praise from voice and heart. 7 O when shall discords cease ? When shall Christ's family on earth be one? When shall His will supreme As with one mind by all His saints be done? 8 Blest Spirit, may Thy grace Our hymns of earth with those of angels blend, Until their notes be changed For that "new song" of heaven that ne'er shall end ! 9 To Thee, O Trinity; To Thee, O Father ; Thee, Eternal Son ; O Holy Ghost, to Thee Be glory while th' unending ages run ! Benjamin Webb. 362 ^^Ajid to know the love of Christ, which passeth knowledge.'' C. M. THE Saviour ! O what endless charms Dwell in the blissful sound ! Its influence every fear disarms, And spreads sweet comfort round. 2 Here pardon, life, and joys divine, In rich effusion flow. For guilty rebels lost in sin, And*doomed to endless woe. 3 The Almighty Former of the skies. Stooped to our vile abode : While angels viewed with wondering eyes, And hailed th' incarnate God. 4 O the rich depths of love divine. Of bliss a boundless store ! Dear Saviour, let me call Thee mine ; I cannot wish for more. 238 SEVENTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 5 On Thee alone my hope relies, Beneath Thy cross I fall ; My Lord, my life, my sacrifice. My Saviour, and my All ! Anne Steele, SEVENTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 363 ^^ Dispose a7id assist us by Tliy grace to follow the example of His great hiunility and he avefily -minded love. C. M. ESUS, exalted far on high, To whom a name is given, A name surpassing every name That's known in earth' or heaven; X 2 Before whose throne shall every knee Bow down with one accord ; Before whose throne shall every tongue Confess that Thou art Lord; 3 Jesus, who, in the form of God, Didst equal honor claim ; Yet, to redeem our guilty souls, Didst stoop to death and shame : 4 O may that mind in us be formed. Which shone so bright in Thee ! A humble, meek, and lowly mind, From pride and envy free. 5 May we to others stoop, and learn To emulate Thy love ; So shall we bear Thine image here And share Thy throne above. Thomc^ Cotterill, 1812. 364 ^^ One Lord, one faith, 07ie baptism.'' H. M. jNE sole baptismal sign, One Lord, below, above, Zion, one faith is thine : One only watchword, Love. From different temples though it rise, One song ascendeth to the skies. SEVENTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 239 2 Our Sacrifice is one ; One Priest before the throne, The slain, the risen Son, Redeemer, Lord alone. Thou who didst raise Him from the dead, Unite Thy people in their Head ! 3 O may that holy prayer. His tenderest and His last, His constant, latest care, Ere to His throne He passed, No longer unfulfilled remain, The world's offence. His people's stain ! 4 Head of Thy Church beneath. The catholic, the true. On all her members breathe, Her broken frame renew ! Then shall Thy perfect will be done. When Christians love and live as one. George Robinson, 1843, ^^i^^^d. ^^One God and Father of all, who is above all, and through ally a7id in yoic all J''' 365 7-f, 8 lines. ^ATHER, Son, and Spirit, hear Faith's effectual fervent prayer; Hear, and our petitions seal. Let us now the answer feel. Still our fellowship increase ; Knit us in the bond of peace j Join our new-born spirits, join Each to each, and all to Thine. 2 Build us in one body up, Called in one high calling's hope"; One the Spirit, whom we claim ; One the pure baptismal flame ; One the faith, and common Lord ; One the Father lives adored, Over, through, and in us all, God incomprehensible. 3 One with God, the Source of bliss, Ground of our communion this :. Life of all that live below. Let Thine emanations flow ! p o 240 SEVENTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. Rise eternal in our heart : Tliou our long-sought Eden art ; Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Be to us what Adam lost ! Charles Wesley. '' For I have given you an example, that ye should do as I have done to you.'' ^ L. M. 8 lines. H ! who like Thee, so calm, so bright, Lord Jesus Christ, Thou Light of Light ; Oh ! who like Thee did ever go So patient through a world of woe ? Oh ! who like Thee so humbly bore The scorn, the scoffs of men, before ; So meek, so lowly, yet so high, So glorious in humility ? Through all Thy life-long weary years, A Man of sorrows and of tears. The cross, where all our sins were laid, Upon Thy bending shoulders weighed ; And death, that sets the prisoner free. Was pang, and scoff, and scorn to Thee j Yet love through all Thy torture glowed, And mercy with Thy life-blood flowed. O wondrous Lord, our souls would be Still more and more conformed to Thee; Would lose the pride, the taint of sin. That burns these fevered veins within ; And learn of Thee, the lowly One, And, like Thee, all our journey run. Above the world, and all its mirth, Yet weeping still with weeping earth. Be with us as we onward go ; Illumine all our way of woe; And grant us ever on the road To trace the footsteps of our God : That when Thou shalt appear, arrayed In light, to judge the quick and dead, We may to life immortal soar Through Thee, who livest evermore. Arthur C. Coxa, J EIGHTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 24I ^^The desire of our souls is to Thy name^ and to the reinembrance of Thee:' 367 c- ^• " ESUS, the very thought of Thee With sweetness fills my breast ; But sweeter far Thy face to see, And in Thy presence rest. Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, Nor can the memory find, A sweeter sound than Thy blest name, O Saviour of mankind ! O hope of every contrite heart, O joy of all the meek. To those who fall, how kind Thou art ! How good to those who seek ! But what to those who find ? ah ! this Nor tongue, nor pen can show : The lo*^e of Jesus, what it is, None but His loved ones know. Jesus, our only joy be Thou, As Thou our prize wilt be ; Jesus be Thou our glory now, And through eternity. Bernard of Clairvaux, Trans. E, CaswalL EIGHTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. T ^^My song shall be always of the loving-kindness of the Lord. C. M. HOU lovely Source of true delight, Whom I unseen adore ! Unveil Thy beauties to my sight, That I may love Thee more. 2 Thy glory o'er creation shines; But in Thy sacred word, I read in fairer, brighter lines. My bleeding, dying Lord. 3 'Tis here, whene'er my comforts droop, And sins and sorrows rise. Thy love, with cheerful beams of hope. My fainting heart supplies. 21 Q 242 EIGHTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 4 Jesus, my Lord, my Life, my Light, Oh ! come with blissful ray ; Break radiant through the shades of night And chase my fears away. 5 Then shall my soul with rapture trace The wonders of Thy love ; But the full glories of Thy face Are only known above. Anne Steele, 1760. '' IVJiat think ye of Christ? whose Son is He /" L. M. CHRIST, Thou glorious King, we own _ Thee to be God's eternal Son ; The Father's fulness, life divine. Mysteriously are also Thine. 2 When rolling years brought on the day. Foretold and fix'd for this display, ^ Our great deliv' ranee to obtain, Thou didst our nature not disdain. 3 At God's right hand, now. Lord, Thou'rt placed, And with Thy Father's glory graced. True God and Man, in person One; A Judge to pass our final doom. 4 From day to day, O Lord, do we On high exalt and honor Thee ; Thy name we worship and adore. World without end, for evermore. ^^ And blessed be His glorious fiame forever and ever^ H. M. JOIN all the glorious names Of wisdom, love and power, That ever mortals knew. That angels ever bore : All are too mean to speak His worth, To mean to set my Saviour forth. 2 Great Prophet of my God, My tongue would 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. EIGHTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.. 243 3 Jesus, my great High Priest, Offered His blood and died; My guilty conscience needs No sacrifice beside : His powerful blood did once atone, And now it pleads before the throne. 4 My dear and mighty Lord, My Conqueror and my King: Thy sceptre and Thy sword, Thy reigning grace I sing : Thine is the power ; behold ! I sit In willing bonds beneath Thy feet. Isaac Watts, *' Ye are enriched by Hhn m all utter anceJ" S. M. COME we that love the Lord, And let our joys be known; Join in a song with sweet accord, And thus surround the throne. Let those refuse to sing That never knew our God ; But favorites of the heavenly King May speak their joys abroad. The men of grace have found Glory begun below: Celestial fruits on earthly ground From faith and hope may grow. The hill of Zion yields A thousand sacred sweets, Before we reach the heavenly fields Or walk the golden streets. Then let our songs abound. And every tear be dry; We're marching through Immanuel's ground. To fairer worlds on high. Isaac Watts, 1 707, "■ Waiting for the coining of our Lord Jesus Christ.'' L. M. JESUS ! my Lord, my God, my all ! How can I love Thee as I ought ? And how revere this wondrous gift So far surpassing hope or thought ? 244 EIGHTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 2 O earth ! grow flowers beneath His feet, And thou, O sun, shine bright this day ! He comes ! He comes ! O heaven on earth, Our Jesus comes upon His way ! 3 He comes ! He comes ! the Lord of hosts, Borne on His throne triumphantly ; We see Thee, and we know Thee, Lord, And yearn to shed our blood for Thee ! 4 Our hearts leap up ; our trembling song Grows fainter still ; we can no more ; Silence ! and let us weep — and die Of very love, while we adore. Frederick W. Faber. ^^ God is faithful, by whom ye were called unto the fellowship of His Son, Jesus Christ our Lord. ' ' L. M. LORD ! let my heart still turn to Thee, In all my hours of waking thought ; Nor let this heart e'er wish to flee. Or think, or feel, where Thou art not. 2 In every hour of pain and woe. When nought on earth this heart can cheer, When sighs will burst and tears will flow, Lord, hush the sigh and chase the tear. 3 In every dream of earthly bliss. Do Thou, dear Jesus, present be ; Nor let a thought of happiness On earth intrude apart from Thee ! 4 To my last ling' ring thought at night, Do Thou, Lord Jesus, still be near ; And ere the dawn of opening light. In still small accents wake mine ear. 5 And when before the throne I kneel. Hear from that throne of grace my prayer, And let each hope of heaven I feel Burn with the thought to meet Thee there. 6 Thus teach me, Lord, to look to Thee In every hour of waking thought ; Nor ever let me wish to be. Or think, or feel, where Thou art not ! Lady Powerscourt [?) 1833. NINETEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 245 NINETEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. "Son, be of good cheer ; thy sins be forgiven thee.^^ C. M. WHEN, wounded sore, the stricken soul Lies bleeding and unbound, One only hand, a pierced hand. Can heal the sinner's wound. 2 When sorrow swells the laden breast, And tears of anguish flow, One only heart, a broken heart, Can feel the sinner's woe. 3 When penitence has wept in vain Over some foul dark spot. One only stream, a stream of blood. Can wash away the blot. 4 'Tis Jesus' blood that washes white. His hand that brings relief. His heart, that's touched with all our joys, And feels for all our grief, 5 Lift up Thy bleeding hand, O Lord, Unseal that cleansing tide ; We have no shelter from our sin But in Thy wounded side. Cecil Frances Alexa7ider, 1858. ^^ I will praise Thee forever, becatise Thou hast done it ^ L. M. REDEEM' D from guilt, redeemed from fears. My soul enlarged and dried my tears, What can I do, O Love divine. What, to repay such gifts as Thine? What can I do, so poor, so weak. But from Thy hands new blessings seek, A heart to feel Thy mercies more, A soul to know Thee, and adore? O teach me at Thy feet to fall, And yield Thee up myself, my all ! Before Thy saints my debts to own. And live and die to Thee alone ! 21 * 246 NINETEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 4 Thy Spirit, Lord, at large impart, Expand and raise and fill my heart ! So may I hope my life shall be Some faint return, O Lord, to Thee. Henry Francis Lyte, 1834. ^^For Thou hast been a shelter for me, and a strong tower from the enemy. ^^ 376 c- ^^• O JESUS, Saviour of the lost, My Rock and Hiding-place, By storms of sin and sorrow tost, I seek Thy sheltering grace. 2 Guilty, forgive me. Lord ! I cry ; Pursued by foes I come ; A sinner, save me, or I die ; An outcast, take me home. 3 Once safe in Thine almighty arms, Let storms come on amain ; There danger never, never harms ; There death itself is gain. 4 And when I stand before Thy throne And all Thy glory see. Still be my righteousness alone To hide myself in Thee. Edward H. Bickersteth, 1858. *^In whom we have redeitiption through His blood, the forgiveness of siiis^ 377 _ c- ^^- ESUS, Thou art my Righteousness, For all my sins were Thine ; Thy death hath bought of God my peace, Thy life hath made Him mine. 2 Spotless and just in Thee I am ; I feel my sins forgiven ; I taste salvation in Thy Name, And antedate my heaven. 3 For ever here my rest shall be. Close to Thy bleeding side ; This all my hope, and all my plea, For me the Saviour died ! J NINETEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 247 4 My dying Saviour and my God, Fountain for guilt and sin, Sprinkle me ever with Thy blood, And cleanse and keep me clean ! 5 Wash me, and make me thus Thine own ; Wash me, and mine Thou art ! Wash me, but not my feet alone ; My hands, my head, my heart ! 6 Th* atonement of Thy blood apply. Till faith to sight improve ; Till hope in full fruition'die, And all my soul be love. Charles Wesley, 1740. *^Hi7n hath God exalted to he a Prince and a Saviour, for to give repentance to Israel and forgiveness of sins ^ 378 c. M. MAJESTIC sweetness sits enthroned Upon the Saviour's brow; His head with radiant glories crowned. His lips with grace o'erflow. 2 No mortal can with Him compare Among the sons of men ; Fairer is He, than all the fair That fill the heavenly train. ^ 3 He saw me plunged in deep distress ; He flew to my relief; For me He bore the shameful cross And carried all my grief. 4 To Him I owe my life and breath. And all the joys I have ; He makes me triumph over death, And saves me from the grave. 5 To heaven, the place of His abode, He brings my weary feet ; Shows me the glories of my God, And makes my joys complete. 6 Since from His bounty I receive Such proofs of love divine. Had I a thousand hearts to give, Lord ! they should all be Thine ! Sa7nuel Stennett, 1787. 248 TWENTIETH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. TWENTIETH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. The kingdom of heaven is like unto a certain king, which made a marriage for His Son. 79 C. M. THOU, who hast call'd us by Thy word The marriage feast to share Of Thy dear Son, our only Lord, Thy bidden guests prepare ! 2 No vain excuse we dere to make. Thy call we do not slight ; We come unworthy ; for His sake Help us to come aright ! 3 Thy marriage-garment we require. Thyself to us impart, And with Thy precious gifts inspire A pure and thankful heart. 4 And Thou, to whom the Father's love The wedding guests has brought, Who ever helpest from above Those whom Thy blood has bought, 5 Lord of the feast ! our coming bless, And round our souls entwine The garment of Thy righteousness, In which Thy saints shall shine. John Ernest Bode, 1 860, ^'That we 7?tight be made the righteousness of God in Him.'" \os. HERE, O my Lord, I see Thee face to face ; Here would I touch and handle' things unseen ; Here grasp with firmer hand th' eternal grace. And all my weariness upon Thee lean. 2 Here would I feed upon the Bread of God ; Here drink with Thee the royal Wine of Heaven ; Here would I lay aside each earthly load, Here taste afresh the calm of sin forgiven. 3 I have no help but Thine ; nor do I need Another arm save Thine to lean upon : It is enough my Lord ; enough, indeed ; My strength is in Thy might. Thy might alone. TWENTIETH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 249 4 I have no wisdom, save in Him who is My Wisdom and my Teacher, both in one ; No wisdom can I lack while Thou art wise. No teaching do I crave, save Thine alone. 5 Mine is the sin, but Thine the righteousness ; Mine is the guilt, but Thine the cleansing blood, Here is my robe, my refuge, and my peace. Thy blood, Thy righteousness, O Lord my God ! 6 Feast after feast thus comes, and passes by ; Yet, passing, points to the glad Feast above. Giving sweet foretaste of the festal joy, The Lamb's great bridal Feast of bliss and love. Horatiiis Bonar, 1856. '' Search me, O God, and know my hearth 381 L. M. OTHOU, to whose all -searching sight. The darkness shineth as the light. Search, prove my heart, it pants for Thee; Oh, burst these bonds and set it free ! 2 Wash out its stains, refine its dross, Nail my affections to the cross : Hallow each thought, let all within Be clean, as Thou, my Lord, art clean. 3 If in this darksome wild I stray Be Thou my light, be Thou my Way ; No foes, no violence I fear, No fraud, while Thou, my God, art near. 4 When rising floods my soul o'erflow, When sinks my heart in waves of woe, Jesus, Thy timely aid impart. And raise my head and cheer my heart. 5 Saviour, where'er Thy steps I see, Dauntless, untried, I follow Thee ; Oh, let Thy hand support me still. And lead me to Thy holy hill ! 6 If rough and thorny be the way. My strength proportion to my day ; Till toil and grief and pain shall cease. Where all is calm and joy and peace. Gerhard Tersieecren, 1731. Trans, jfohn Wesley, 1739. 250 TWENTIETH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. * ' That the najne of our Lord Jesus Christ may be glorified in you, and ye in Mi??!.^^ ON of God, eternal Word, Glorious Day-spring, Christ the Lord, Shine upon us with Thy rays, While we celebrate Thy praise. 2 When Thou madest heaven and earth, Angels shouted at their birth ; Morning stars in chorus sang, When the world from darkness sprang. 3 When in sin and death we lay. Thou didst wake us into day ; Thou, in human nature born, Wast to us a glorious morn. 4 When Thou didst arise from death. We were quicken'd by Thy breath; We arose with Thee our Head, First begotten from the dead. 5 Keep us safe from harm and sin. Foes around us and within ; May we kno.w Thee ever nigh. Ever walk as in Thine eye. 6 Lead us onward, Lord, we pray. To the pure and perfect day, Where we may the glory see Of the blessed Trinity. Christopher Wordsworth, ^Sifiging a?id making melody in your hearts to the Lord, CHILDREN of the heav'nly King, As ye journey, sweetly sing; Sing your Saviour's worthy praise. Glorious in His works and ways. 2 Lift your eyes, ye sons of Light ! Zion's city is in sight : There our endless home shall be, There our Lord we soon shall see. 3 Fear not, brethren ; joyful stand On the borders of your land : Jesus Christ, your Father's Son, Bids you undismayed go on. TWENTY-FIRST SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 25 1 4 Lord ! obediently we go, Gladly leaving all below ; Only Thou our Leader be, • And we still will follow Thee ! 5 Seal our love, our labors end ; Let us to Thy bliss ascend ; Let us to Thy kingdom come ; ■ Lord ! we long to be at home. John Cenntck, 1742. TWENTY-FIRST SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. ^^Lord, Thou hast been our refuge from one generation to another. ' ' 384 c. M. OGOD, 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. 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. 4 A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone ; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun. 5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away ; They fly forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day. 6 O God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come ; Be Thou our guard while troubles last. And our eternal home. Isaac Watts, 1719. 252 TWENTY-FIRST SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. ^^ Behold, O God our Shield, mid look upon ike face of Thine a?iointed. ' ' Zs & ']$, 8 lines. ERE on earth, where foes surround us, • While our trembling souls within Feel the fetters which have bound us, Feel the burden of our sin ; Lord, on Thee alone relying, Strength we crave to burst our chain. Ever pleading, ever crying, ^'Lord, for us the Lamb was slain." In those high and holy regions Where the blest Thy praise prolong. Cherubs and seraphic legions Know no theme of nobler song ; White-robed saints, who there adore Thee Throned above the glassy main. Sing, and cast their crowns before Thee, *'Lord, for us the Lamb was slain." Thus, Thy Church, whatever her dwelling. Heaven above or earth below. One harmonious chorus swelling, Loves her Saviour's praise to show: Here in trial, there in glory. Changeless rings th' immortal strain. Changeless sounds the wondrous story, *' Lord, for us the Lamb was slain." ^'2 will lift up mine eyes to the hi lis, from whence cometh my help^ 386 C. M. THROUGH all the changing scenes of life, In trouble and in joy, The praises of my God shall still My heart and tongue employ. 2 O magnify the Lord with me, With me exalt His name ; When in distress to Him I called, He to my rescue came. 3 The hosts of God encamp around The dwellings of the just ; Deliv' ranee He affords to all Who on His succor trust. TWENTY-FIRST SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 253 4 O make but trial of His love, Experience will decide How blessed are they, and only they, Who in His truth confide. 5 Fear Him, ye saints, and you will then Have nothing else to fear ; Make you His service your delight. Your wants shall be His care. Nahuvi Tate, 1696. ^Be strong in the Lord, and in the power of His might. 1*7 S. M. SOLDIERS of Christ ! arise And put your armor on, Strong, in the strength which God supplies, Through His eternal Son : 2 Strong, in the Lord of hosts. And in His mighty power; Who in the strength of Jesus trusts, Is more than conqueror. 3 Stand, then, in His great might. With all His strength endued ; And take, to arm you for the fight, The panoply of God : 4 That, having all things done. And all your conflicts past, You may o'ercome through Christ alone And stand entire at last. 5 From strength to strength go on; Wrestle, and fight, and pray; Tread all the powers of darkness down, And win the well-fought day. 6 Still let the Spirit cry, In all His soldiers, "Come," Till Christ, the Lord, descends from high. And takes the conquerors home. Charles Wesley, 1745. ** That we may be able to fight manfully the good fight of faith ^ and so finish our course with joy ^ 388 7^' ^'- BRIEF life is here our portion ; Brief sorrow, short-lived care ; The life that knows no ending, The tearless life, is there. 22 254 TWENTY-FIRST SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 2 O happy retribution ! Short toil, eternal rest ; For mortals and for sinners A mansion with the blest. 3 And now we fight the battle, But then shall wear the crown Of full and everlasting And passionless renown ; 4 And now we watch and struggle, And now we live in hope, And Zion in her anguish With Babylon must cope ; 5 But He, whom now we trust in. Shall then be seen and known ; And they that know and see Him Shall have Him for their own. 6 The morning shall awaken. The shadows shall decay, And each true-hearted servant Shall shine as doth the day ; 7 There God, our King and Portion, In fulness of His grace, • Shall we behold for ever And worship face to face. Bernard of Morlaix, 1 1 50. Tram. Jno. I\T. A'eale, altered. *'0 Lord my God, Thou ai't become exceeding gloiioiis ; Thou art clothed with majesty and ho nor. ^' \^ 10s & iij-. O WORSHIP the King, all-glorious above ; O gratefully sing His power and His love ; Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of days. Pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise. 2 O tell of His might, O sing of His grace. Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space ; His chariots of- wrath the deep thunder-clouds form, And dark is His path on the wings of the storm. 3 Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail, In Thee do we trust, nor find Thee to fail ; Thy mercies how tender, how firm to the end. Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend. 390 TWENTY-SECOND SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 255 4 O measureless Might ! ineffable Love ! While angels delight to hymn Thee above. The humbler creation, though feeble their lays. With true adoration shall sing to Thy praise. Robert Grant, 1839, altered. ^ The a?igel of the Lord eiicafupeth round about them that fear Hiniy and deliver eth the^n. ' ' C. M. ^O Zion's hill I lift mine eyes, _ From thence expecting aid ; From Zion's hill, and Zion's God, Who heaven and earth has made. 2 Thou, then, my soul in safety rest. Thy Guardian will not sleep; His watchful care that Israel guards. Will Thee in safety keep. 3 Sheltered beneath th' Almighty's wings. Thou shalt securely rest ; Where neither sun nor moon shall thee By day or night molest. 4 At home, abroad, in peace, in war, Thy God shall thee defend ; Conduct thee through life's pilgrimage. Safe to thy journey's end. Isaac Watts, 1 7 19. TWENTY-SECOND SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. '^ There remaineth therefore a rest for the peofle of God^ 391 c. p. M. THERE is a dwelling-place above ; Thither to meet the God of love. The poor in spirit go ; There is. a paradise of rest ; For contrite hearts and souls distrest Its streams of comfort flow. 2 There is a voice to mercy true ; To them who mercy's path pursue That voice shall bliss impart ; There is a sight from man concealed ; That sight, the face of God revealed. Shall bless the pure in heart. 256 TWENTY-SECOND SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 3 There is a name in heaven bestowed ; That name, which hails them sons of God, The friends of peace shall know ; There is a kingdom in the sky, Where they shall reign with God on high. Who serve Him here below. Richard Mant. '^Tliatwe may not seek oicr rest in this 77iortal state, hut inwardly long after that which is far better, to be with Christ in heave n.'' C. M. JESUS, Thou the Beauty art Of angel-worlds above ; Thy name is music to the heart, Inflaming it with love. 2 Celestial sweetness unalloyed ! Who eat Thee, hunger still ; Who drink of Thee still feel a void. Which nought but Thou can fill. 3 O most sweet Jesus, hear the sighs Which unto Thee we send ; To Thee our inmost spirit cries. To Thee our prayers ascend. 4 Abide with us, and let Thy light Shine, Lord, on every heart ; Dispel the darkness of our night, And joy to all impart. 5 Jesus, our Love and Joy, to Thee The Virgin's holy Son All might and praise and glory be While endless ages run. Bernard of ClairDaiix , 1 140. Trans. E. Caswall, altered, ** I forgave thee all that debt : shoitldst not thou also have had compassion on thy fellow-servant?'' Zs & ']s, 8 lines. ORD of glory ! Thou hast bought us, With Thy life-blood as the price, Never grudging, for the lost ones, That tremendous sacrifice ; And, with that, hast freely given Blessings, countless as the sand, To th' unthankful and the evil With Thine own unsparing hand. L TWENTY-SECOND SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 2 Grant us hearts, dear Lord ! to yield Thee Gladly, freely, of Thine own ; With the sunshine of Thy goodness. Melt our thankless hearts of stone ; Till our cold and selfish natures, Warmed by Thee, at length believe. That more happy, and more blessed, 'Tis to give than to receive. 3 Wondrous honor hast Thou given To our humblest charity,^ In Thine own mysterious sentence,— " Ye have done it unto Me:" Give us faith, to trust Thee boldly, Hope, to stay our souls on Thee : But, Oh !— best of all Thy graces- Give us Thine own charity. 257 Alderson, 1868. ♦ ** And this Ipray, that your love may abound yet more and more J' ^ L. M. JESUS, most merciful and kind. Beloved and loving, both combined ; Jesus, Thou good and gracious One ! Of Mary and of God, the Son. 2 Who can conceive, or who record, What bliss it is to love Thee, Lord ! To dwell in humble faith with Thee, Is boundless, full felicity. 3 Let saints below and saints above. Show forth Thy faithful, endless love ; And know the joy Thy people see, Who suffer and who weep with Thee. 4 Infinite Majesty above ! Our Hope, our Life, our Joy and Love ; Thy fulness, Jesus, let us see. And evermore abide in Thee. 5 Thus, seeing and enjoying Thee, In earth and heaven our joy shall be; And grateful praise to Thee be given. Through all the blissful life of heaven I 22* r. 258 TWENTY-SECOND SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. ^^ The Lord our Righteousness. ' ' C. M. E, in ourselves, unrighteous are; With sorrow we confess Our great and grievous sins to Thee, The Lord our Righteousness. 2 Not to Thine angels, nor to saints Do we our prayer address ; We fly to Thee, and onl)^ Thee,^ The Lord our Righteousness. 3 Thou, Christ, the great Jehovah art. The Fount of holiness; And, God with us. Thou art become The Lord our Righteousness. 4 O wash us with Thy blood, and clothe With Thy pure spotless dress ; O hide us in Thyself, and be The Lord our Righteousness. 5 Make us by grace to be in deed What we in word profess ; O make us like unto Thyself, The Lord our Righteousness. 6 Pour on us plenteous showers of grace, Increase our fruit fulness. That we may yield Thine own to Thee, The Lord our Righteousness, 7 So, in Thy glorious image rais'd, May we Thy mercy bless ; And sing for ever praise to Thee, The Lord our Righteousness. Christopher Wordsworth, ^'Jjt all these things we are more than eonqueroj's through J^im that loved us. ' ' >6 C. M. MY God, the Spring of all my joys, The Life of my delights, The Glory of my brightest days, And Comfort of my nights ! TWENTY-THIRD SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 259 2 In darkest shades, if He appear, My dawning is begun ; He is my soul's sweet Morning Star, And He my rising Sun. 3 The opening heavens around me shine. With beams of sacred bliss, While Jesus shows His heart is mine, And whispers — I am His. 4 My soul wowld leave this heavy clay, At that transporting word ; Run up with joy the shining way, T' embrace my dearest Lord. 5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death, I'd break through every foe ; The wings of love, and arms of faith Should bear me conqueror through. Isaac Watts, 1707. TWENTY-THIRD SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 39T ^^ Render unto God, the things that are God^ s^ L. M. BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations, bow with sacred joy ; Know that the Lord is God alone ; He can create, and He destroy. 2 His sov' reign power, without our aid. Made us of clay, and form'd us men ; And when, like wand 'ring 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? 4 We'll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heav'ns our voices raise; And earth, with her ten 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. When rolling years shall cease to move. Isaac Watts, \']\k^, altered. 26o TWENTY-THIRD SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. ^^ Heaven and earth are full of the majesty of Thy glory, ^^ 398 ^'^ ^'' ROUND the Lord in glory seated, Cherubim and Seraphim Filled His temple, and repeated Each to each th' alternate hymn. 2 '^Lord, Thy glory fills the heaven. Earth is with its fulness stored ; Unto Thee be glory given, • Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord!" 3 Heaven is still with glory ringing, Earth takes up the angels' cry, ^'Holy, Holy, Holy," singing, " Lord of Hosts, the Lord most high !** 4 With His seraph-train before Him, With His holy church below, Thus conspire we to adore Him, Bid we thus our anthem flow : 5 '' Lord, Thy glory fills the heaven, Earth is with its fulness stored : Unto Thee be glory given. Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord!" Richard Mant, ^'' For our conversation is in heaven^ C. M. MOTHER dear, Jerusalem ! When shall I come to thee? When shall my sorrows have an end. Thy joys when shall I see ? 2 Jerusalem the city is Of God our King alone ; The Lamb of God, its light and bliss, Sits on His glorious throne. 3 O happy harbor of God's saints ! O sweet and pleasant soil ! In thee no sorrow may be found. No grief, no care, no toil. 4 No dimming clouds o'ershadow thee, No dull nor darksome night ! But every soul shines as the sun, For God Himself gives light. TWENTY-THIRD SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 26x 5 Jerusalem ! God's dwelling-place ! I love and long to see ; O that my sorrows had an end, That I might dwell in thee. 6 Thy walls are made of precious stones. Thy bulwarks diamond-square; Thy gates are made of orient pearl, O God ! if I were there ! 7 With cherubim and seraphim, And holy souls of men, To sing Thy praise, O God of hosts, For ever, and amen ! Francis Baker, i6i6. Altered by David Dickso7i, 1649. ^^They desire a better country, that is, an heavenly,'' ys & 6s. Or thee, O dear, dear country ! Mine eyes their vigils keep ; For very love, beholding Thy happy name, they weep. F 2 The mention of thy glory Is unction to the breast, And medicine in sickness, And love, and life, and rest. 3 O one, O only mansion ! O Paradise of joy ! Where tears are ever banished, And smiles have no alloy ; 4 The Lamb is all thy splendor ; The Crucified thy praise j His laud and benediction Thy ransomed people raise. 5 With jasper glow thy bulwarks, Thy streets with' emeralds blaze ; The sardius and the topaz Unite in thee their rays ; 6 Thine ageless walls are bonded With amethyst unpriced ; The saints build up its fabric. The corner-stone is Christ. 262 TWENTY- THIRD SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY, 7 Thou hast no shore, fair ocean ! Thou hast no time, bright day I Dear fountain of refreshment To pilgrims far away ! 8 Upon the Rock of Ages They raise thy holy tower ; Thine is the victor's laurel. And thine the golden dower. Bernard of Moriaix, 11 50. Trans. Jno. M. Neale, altered. ^^From whence also we Icokfor the Saviour, the Lord Jesus Christ.^ ^ C. M. ^\IR vision ! how thy distant gleam Brightens time's saddest hue : Far fairer than the fairest dream, And yet how strangely true ; 2 With thee in view, how poor appear The world's most winning smiles : Vain is the Tempter's subtlest snare. And vain hell's varied wiles. 3 Then welcome toil and care and pain, And welcome sorrow too : All toil is rest, all grief is gain, With such a prize in view. 4 Come crown and throne, come robe and palm, Burst forth, glad stream of peace : Come, holy city of the Lamb ! Rise, Sun of Righteousness ! 5 When shall the clouds that veil thy rays For ever be withdrawn ? Why dost thou tarry, day of days? When shall thy gladness dawn? Horathis Bonar. " That we may pass through the world as pilgri7?is a7id strangers, lookijigfor and hastening tmto the Second Advent of the Lord yj > esus. 403 L. M. ''^ I ^IS gone — the sacred day is o'er, X And we must leave its rest awhile; Oh ! may our waiting hearts once more Be gladden 'd with the Master's smile. FOURTH SUNDAY BEFORE ADVENT. 263 a So shall this love our spirits raise, While at the cross we kneel in prayer ; Dear Saviour, Thine be all the praise If we have left our burdens there. 3 Spirit of holiness and power ! Spirit of truth and love divine ! Thy presence cheers this closing hour; Still dwell with us for we are Thine. 4 For the pure manna of Thy word, And streams of life so richly giveli ; As pilgrims here, we bless Thee, Lord ! But wait the perfect rest of heaven. 5 Sweet hope ! a few more changing days And weary cares our faith shall try; Then for the songs of nobler praise. The ceaseless Sabbath of the sky. Alfred Rooker, FOURTH SUNDAY BEFORE ADVENT. ''Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all His benefits '' 403 s. M. MY soul, repeat His praise Whose mercies are so great, Whose anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate. . 2 High as the heavens are rais'd Above the ground we tread, So far the riches of His grace Our highest thoughts exceed. 3 His power subdues our sins ; And His forgiving love. Far as the east is from the west. Doth all our guilt remove. 4 The pity of the Lord To those that fear His name. Is such as tender parents feel ; He knows our feeble frame. 5 Our days are as the grass. Or like the morning flower ; If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field, It withers in an hour. 264 FOURTH SUNDAY BEFORE ADVENT. 6 But Thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure, And children's children ever find Thy words of promise sure. Isaac Watts, 17 19. ^' IVJio hath delivered us fi-ojn the power of darkness ^ C. M. PLUNGED in a gulf of dark despair We wretched sinners lay. Without one cheerful beam of hope, Or spark of glimm'ring day. 2 With pitying eyes, the Prince of Grace Beheld our helpless grief; He saw, and oh ! amazing love ! He ran to our relief. 3 Down from the shining seats above With joyful haste He fled ; Entered the grave in mortal flesh, 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. Isaac Watts, 1709. ^Looking unto Jesus, the Author and Fi?usher of our faith, who for the joy that was set before Him, e7idured the cross.^' 8j-, 7J-, & 4s. OLY Saviour, we adore Thee ! _ _ Seated on the throne of God ; All heaven's hosts bow down before Thee, And we sing Thy praise aloud. Thou art worthy ! We were ransomed by Thy blood. Saviour, though the world despised Thee, Thouc:h Thou here wast crucified. Yet the Father's glory raised Thee, Lord of all creation wide ; Thou art worthy ! We shall live, for Thou hast died. H o FOURTH SUNDAY BEFORE ADVENT. 265 3 And though here on earth rejected, 'Tis but fellowship with Thee; What besides could be expected, Than like Thee, our Lord, to be ? Thou art worthy ! Thou from earth hast set us free. 4 Haste the day of Thy returning, With Thy ransomed Church to reign ; Then shall end our days of mourning ; We shall sing with rapture then, *' Thou art worthy !" Come, Lord Jesus, come. Amen. Samuel P. Tregelles, " K7iowing that if our earthly house of this tabernacle be dissolved we have a building of God^ 8^, ds, 8j", ds, 6s, 6sy 6s, 6s, PARADISE, O Paradise, Who doth not crave for rest ? Who would not seek the happy land, Where they that loved are blest ? Where loyal hearts and true Stand ever in the light. All rapture through and through, In God's most holy sight. 2 O Paradise, O Paradise, The world is growing old ; WHio would not be at rest and free Where love is never cold ? Where loyal hearts and true, &c. 3 O Paradise, O Paradise, 'Tis weary waiting here; I long to be where Jesus is. To feel, to see Him near; Where loyal hearts and true, &c. 4 O Paradise, O Paradise, I want to sin no more ; I want to be as pure on earth. As on thy spotless shore ; Where loyal hearts and true, &c. 5 O Paradise, O Paradise, I greatly long to see The special place my dearest Lord Is destining for me ; Where loyal hearts and true, &c, 23 266 FOURTH SUNDAY BEFORE ADVENT. 6 O Paradise, O Paradise, I feel 'twill not be long; Patience ! I almost think I hear Faint fragments of thy song ; Where loyal hearts and true Stand ever in the light, All rapture through and through. In God's most holy sight. Frederick W. Fab a-, 1849. '* Strengthened tuifh all might, according to His glo?-iotis power, unto all patience and long-suffering withjovfulness.'^ 40T s. M. YOUR harps, ye trembling saints, Down from the willows take ; Loud to the praise of Love divine, Bid every string awake. 2 Though in a foreign land, We are not far from home ; And nearer to our house above, We every moment come. 3 His grace will to the end Stronger and brighter shine ; Nor present things, nor things to come, Shall quench the spark divine. 4 Soon shall our doubts and fears Subside at His control ; His loving-kindness shall break through The midnight of the soul. 5 Wait, till the shadows flee ; Wait thine appointed hour ; Wait, till the Bridegroom of thy soul Reveal His love with power. 6 The time of love will come, When thou shalt clearly see. Not only that He shed His blood. But that it flowed for thee ! Augustus M. Top lady, 1772. *' Give place, for the maid is not dead, but slccpcth.'''' WE need Thee, Saviour ! when dear eyes are closing, When on the cheek the shadow lieth strong. When the soft lines are set in that reposing That never mother cradled with a song. THIRD SUNDAY BEFORE ADVENT. 267 2 Then most we need the gentle Human Feeling That throbs with all our sorrows and our fears. And that great Love Divine its light revealing In short bright flashes through a mist of tears. 3 Then most we need the Voice that while it weepeth Yet hath a solemn undertone that saith — *' Weep not, thy darling is not dead, but sleepeth; Only believe, for I have conquered death." 4 Then most we need the thoughts of Resurrection, Not the life here, 'mid pain, and sin, and woe, But ever in the fulness of perfection. To walk with Him in robes as white as snow. 5 Didst Thou not enter in when that cold sleeper Lay still, with pulseless heart and leaden eyes, Put calmly forth each loud tumultuous weeper. And take her by the hand and bid her rise ? 6 Come to us, Saviour ! in our lone dejection, Speak calmly to our wild and helpless grief, Bring us the hopes and thoughts of Resurrection, Bring us the comfort of a true Belief. 7 Come ! with that Human Voice that breaks in weeping, Come ! with that awful Tenderness Divine, Come ! tell us that they are not dead but sleeping. But gone before to Thee, for they are Thine. Cecil Frances Alexander, THIRD SUNDAY BEFORE ADVENT. ^'■So shall also the coming of the Son of Man be^ I L. M. THE Lord will come — the earth shall quake. The hills their fix^d seat forsake ; And, withering from the vault of night, The stars withdraw their feeble light. The Lord will come, — but not the same As once in lowly form He came, A silent Lamb to slaughter led. The bruised, the suff'ring and the dead. The Lord will come, — a dreadful form, With wreath of flame, and robe of storm. On cherub-wings and wings of wind. Appointed Judge of humankind. 268 THIRD SUNDAY BEFORE ADVENT. 4 Can this be He, who wont to stray A pilgrim on the world's highway, — By power oppressed, and mocked by pride ? O God ! is this the Crucified ? 5 Go, tyrants ! to the rocks complain, Go, seek the mountain's cleft in vain ; But faith, victorious o'er the tomb, Shall sing for joy, — " The Lord is come !" Rennald Heber, i8ii. W ^^Even so thejn also which sleep in Jesus will God bri?ig with Hijny 410 , . . L-^- E sing His love, who once was slain, Who soon o'er death revived again, That all His saints through Him might have Eternal conquests o'er the grave 2 The saints who now with Jesus sleep, His own almighty power shall keep, Till dawns the bright illustrious day, When death itself shall die away. 3 How loud shall our glad voices sing, When Christ His risen saints shall bring From beds of dust, and silent clay, To realms of everlasting day ! 4 When Jesus we in glory meet, Our utmost joys shall be complete ; When landed on that heavenly shore. Death and the curse will be no more. 5 Hasten, dear Lord ! the glorious day. And this delightful scene display, When all Thy saints from death shall rise Raptured in bliss beyond the skies. Rowland Hill, 1796, " Who hast projnised to bring tip again from the dead the bodies of them which sleep in Jesus. ' ' L. M. ASLEEP in Jesus ! blessed sleep. From which none ever wakes to weep, A calm and undisturbed repose. Unbroken by the last of foes ! THIRD SUNDAY BEFORE ADVENT, 269 2 Asleep in Jesus ! Oh ! how sweet To be for such a slumber meet, With holy confidence to sing — That death hath lost his venomed sting ! 3 Asleep in Jesus ! peaceful rest, Whose waking is supremely blest ; No fear, no woe, shall dim that hour That manifests the Saviour's power. 4 Asleep in Jesus ! Oh ! for me May such a blissful refuge be ! Securely shall my ashes lie, Waiting the summons from on high. 5 Asleep in Jesus ! far from thee Thy kindred and their graves may be ; But thine is still a blessed sleep, From which none ever wakes to weep. Margaret Mac kay, 1832. ^'Make us to be nmnbered with Thy saints in glory everlasting.^^ 412 ^°^' 5 ^^nes. OUR year of grace is wearing to its close. Its autumn-storms are low' ring from the sky: Shine on us with Thy light, O God most high; Abide with us where'er our pathway goes, — Our Guide in toil, our Guardian in repose. 2 All through the months hath .beamed Thy cheering light, From Bethl' hem's Day-star waxing ever on : Through every cloud Thy blessed Sun hath shone : Earth may be dark to them that walk by sight, But for Thy Church the day is always bright. 3 Light us in life, that we may see Thy will, The track Thine hand hath ordered for our way : Light us, when shadows gather o'er our day: Shine on us in that passage lone and chill. And then our darkness with Thy glory fill. 4 Praise be to God from earth's remotest coast. From lands and seas, and each created race : Praise from the worlds His hand hath launched in space: Praise from the Church, and from the heavenly host : Praise to the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Henry A If or d, 1867. 23* 270 SECOND SUNDAY BEFORE ADVENT. ^^ And SO shall we ever be with tlie Lord.^* 413 c- ^• JERUSALEM ! my happy home ! Name ever dear to me ! When shall my labors have an end, In joy, and peace, and thee ? 2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls And pearly gates behold? Thy bulwarks, with salvation strong, And streets of shining gold ? 3 O when, thou city of my God, Shall I thy courts ascend, Where congregations ne'er break up, And Sabbaths have no end? 4 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, Nor sin, nor sorrow know ; Blest seats ! through rude and stormy scenes, I onward press to you. 5 Why should I shrink at pain and woe, Or feel at death dismay? I've Canaan's goodly land in view, And realms of endless day. 6 Apostles, martyrs, prophets there. Around my Saviour stand ; And soon my friends in Christ below Will join the glorious band. 7 Jerusalem ! my happy home ! My soul still pants for thee ; Then shall my labors have an end, ' When I thy joys shall see. Francis Baker, 16 16, Altered dy Dickson &> others. SECOND SUNDAY BEFORE ADVENT. ^^When the Lord Jesus shall be revealed from heaven with His 77iighiy angels, in fia7ni7ig fire taking vengeance on them that know not God. ' ' ^1 ^ 8i", 3 li7tes. DAY of vengeance without morrow ! Earth shall end in flame and sorrow. As from saint and seer we borrow. SECOND SUNDAY BEFORE ADVENT. 27I 2 Ah ! what terror is impending, When the Judge is seen descending^ And each secret vail is rending. 3 To the throne, the trumpet sounding, • Through the sepulchres resounding. Summons all, with voice astounding. 4 Death and nature, mazed, are quaking, When, the grave's long slumber breaking, Man to judgment is awaking. 5 On the written Volume's pages, Life is shown in all its stages — Judgment-record of past ages ! 6 Sits the Judge, the raised arraigning, Darkest mysteries explaining, Nothing unavenged remaining. 7 What shall I then say, unfriended, By no advocate attended. When the just are scarce defended ? 8 King of majesty tremendous. By Thy saving grace defend us ; Fount of pity ! safety send us. 9 Holy Jesus, meek, forbearing. For my sins the death-cross wearing. Save me, in that day, despairing. 10 Worn and weary Thou hast sought me; By Thy cross and passion bought me ; Spare the hope Thy labors brought me. 11 Righteous Judge of retribution, Give, O give me absolution Ere the day of dissolution. 12 As a guilty culprit groaning. Flushed my face, my errors owning, Hear, O God, my spirit's moaning. 13 Thou to Mary gav'st remission, Heardst the dying thief's petition, Bad'st me hope in my contrition. 14 In my prayers no grace discerning. Yet on me Thy favor. turning, Save my soul from endless burning. 272 SECOND SUNDAY BEFORE ADVENT. 15 Give me, when Thy sheep confiding Thou art from the goats dividing, On Thy right a place abiding. J.6 When the wicked are confomided, And by bitter flames surrounded. Be my joyful pardon sounded ! 17 Prostrate, all my guilt discerning, ' Heart as though to ashes turning. Save, O save me from the burning. 18 Day of weeping, when from ashes Man shall rise 'mid lightning flashes, Guilty, trembling with contrition, Save him. Father, from perdition ! T/iomas of Cclano, 1230. Tram : yohn A. Dix. " WheJi the Son of Man shall co7ne iji His glory ^ 5 S. M. THE Son of Man shall come With angel hosts around, 'Mid darkening sun and falling stars, And trumpet's solemn sound. 2 Awake, ye slumbering souls. It is no time for rest ; He comes, as comes the lightning flash Shining from east to west. 3 Thy servants, Lord, prepare For that tremendous day; Fill every heart with watchful care. And stir us up to pray. 4 Help us to wait the hour In toil and holy fear, When, manifested with Thy saints. Thou shalt again appear. 5 Then, when the wailing earth Thy sign in heaven shall see. Thou shalt send forth Thine angel band To gather us to Thee. H. W. Beadon. ^^ Come ye blessed of my Father, mherit the kingdom.^'' S Si- k. V. rO, the day of Christ's appearing, , _^ Day of life, and day of light. Day when death itself shall perish, Day which ne'er shall set in night. SECOND SUNDAY BEFORE ADVENT. 273 2 Steadily that day is coming, When the just shall find their rest, When the wicked cease from troubling, And the patient reign most blest. 3 Oh, how past all utterance happy, Sweet, and joyful, will it be ! When they who, unseen, have loved Him, Jesus face to face shall see. 4 Blessed, then, earth's patient mourners. Who for Him have toiled and died j Called to share with Him His glory, With Him ever to abide. 5 What will be the bliss and rapture None can dream and none can tell. There to reign among the angels. In that heavenly home to dwell. 6 To those realms, just Judge, Oh, call us ; Deign to open that blest gate ; Thou, whom seeking, looking, longing. We with eager joy await. Elizabeth Charles, ' '■ When He shall co7ne to be glorified in His saints, '.' V' CHRIST will come and not delay. And His glory will display, To reward the suffering just. Who in Him have placed their trust. O how happy ! O how sweet ! When those souls shall Jesus meet. Whom in life they truly loved, And His faithful servants proved. ^. Happy those who mourned and wept, And their souls in patience kept ; Those to whom the world gave pain Now in endless bliss shall reign. There shall .dwell no grief, nor fear; None shall ever shed a tear ; Nor shall want, nor age, nor care. Nor defeat be ever there. None the rapture can conceive, Nor the perfect joy believe In heaven's glory to remain, And with angels ever reign. s L' 274 SUNDAY BEFORE ADVENT. 6 To that realm Thy children call, O Thou righteous Judge of all ; Thee we seek, on Thee rely, Thee implore with frequent cry. Trans. F. C. Huse7ibeth. *' Gather not our souls with sinners, but make us to be niwibered with Thy sai?its. ' ' "js, 3 lines. ORD, in this Thy mercy's da^. Ere from us it pass away, On our knees we fall and pray. 2 Holy Jesus, grant us tears. Fill us with heart-searching fears. Ere that day of doom appears. 3 Lord, on us Thy Spirit pour, Kneeling lowly at the door, Ere it close for evermore. 4 By Thy night of agony. By Thy supplicating cry. By Thy willingness to die, 5 By Thy tears of bitter woe For Jerusalem below, Let us not Thy love forego. 6 Judge and Saviour of our race, Grant us, when we see Thy face, With Thy ransomed ones a place. Isaac Williams. SUNDAY BEFORE ADVENT. ^'Behold the Bridegroo?n cometh ; go ye out to meet ITim. "tQ js &L 6s, 8 lines. REJOICE, all ye believers ! And let your lights appear; The evening is advancing. And darker night is near; The Bridegroom is arising, And soon He draweth nigh ; Up ! pray, and watch, and wrestle ; At midnight comes the cry. SUNDAY BEFORE ADVENT. 275 2 The watchers on the mountain Proclaim the Bridegroom near; Go meet Him as He cometh, With hallelujahs clear ; The marriage -feast is waiting, The gates wide open stand ; Up ! up ! ye heirs of glory ! The Bridegroom is at hand. 3 Ye saints ! who here in patience Your cross and sufferings bore. Shall live and reign forever, Where sorrow is no more ; Around the throne of glory, The Lamb ye shall behold, In triumph cast before Him Your diadems of gold. 4 Our Hope and Expectation, O Jesus ! now appear ; Arise, Thou Sun so longed for, O'er this benighted sphere : With hearts and hands uplifted. We plead, O Lord ! to see The day of earth's redemption. That brings us unto Thee. Laiirentius Laurentz, 1700. ((/I J TT Trans. ya7ie Borthwick.iZz^-i,.' And He that sat upon the throne said, Behold, I make all things new.^^ 420 V, 8 lines. HARK !— the song of jubilee, Loud as mighty thunders roar, Or the fulness of the sea, When it breaks upon the shore ; ''Hallelujah ! for the Lord God omnipotent shall reign !" Hallelujah ! let the word Echo round the earth and main. 2 Hallelujah !— hark !— the sound. From the depths unto the skies, Wakes, above, beneath, around. All creation's harmonies : See Jehovah's banners furled ! Sheathed His sword ! He speaks— tis done, And the kmgdoms of this world Are the kingdoms of His Son. 276 SUNDAY BEFORE ADVENT. 3 He shall reign from pole to pole With illimitable sway ; He shall reign, when, like a scroll, Yonder heavens have passed away; Then the end ; — beneath His rod, Man's last enemy shall fall ; Hallelujah ! — Christ is God, God in Christ, is all in all. James Montgomery , 18 19. *^ Nevertheless we, according to His promise , look for new heavens and a new earth. ' ' 421 7-^ & 6.. JERUSALEM the golden ! With milk and honey blest ; Beneath Thy contemplation Sink heart and voice opprest. 2 I know not, Oh ! I know not What joys await us there, What radiancy of glory. What bliss beyond compare. 3 They stand, those halls of Zion, AH jubilant with song, And bright with many an angel, And all the martyr-throng : 4 The Prince is ever in them, The daylight is serene ; The pastures of the blessed Are decked in glorious sheen. 5 There is the throne of David ; And there, from care released, The shout of them that triumph. The song of them that feast ; 6 And they, who with their Leader Have conquered in the fight, For ever and for ever Are clad in robes of white. Bernard of Morlaix, 1 1 50. Trans, yno. M. Neale^ 1851, altered. ^^ Seeing then that all these things shall be dissolved^ what man?ier of persons ought ye to be in all holy conversation aud godliness J' ^ THE world is very evil, The times are waxing late, Be sober and keep vigil. The Judge is at the gate ; SUNDAY BEFORE ADVENT. 277 The Judge who comes in mercy. The Judge who comes with might, Who comes to end the evil, Who comes to crown the right. 2 Arise, arise, good Christian, Let right to wrong succeed ; Let penitential sorrow To heavenly gladness lead ; To light that has no evening. That knows no moon nor sun, The light so new and golden, The light that is but one. 3 O home of fadeless splendor, Of flowers that fear no thorn. Where they shall dwell as children Who here as exiles mourn ; 'Midst power that knows no limit, Where wisdom has no bound, The Beatific Vision Shall glad the saints around. 4 O happy, holy portion. Refection for the blest. True vision of true beauty. True cure of the distrest : Strive, man, to win that glory ; Toil, man, to gain that light. Send hope before to grasp it. Till hope be lost in sight. 5 O sweet and blessed country. The home of God's elect ! O sweet and blessed country. That eager hearts expect ! Jesus, in mercy bring us To that dear land of rest ; Who art, with God the Father, And Spirit, ever blest. Bernard of Morlaix, 11 50. Trans, yno. M. Neale, 1851, altered. *' Watch, therefore, for ye know neither the day nor the hour when the Soft of Man cometh. " 4:23 ^- ^- ^ ^^^^^^' ^'^HOU Judge of quick and dead. Before whose bar severe, 24 278 THE HOLY COMMUNION. With holy joy, or guilty dread, We all shall soon appear ; Oh ! teach us to prepare For that tremendous day: And fill us now with watchful care, And stir us up to pray. 2 To pray, and wait the hour, That awful hour unknown ; When, robed in majesty and power, Thou shalt from heaven come down, Th' immortal Son of Man, To judge the human race. With all Thy Father's dazzling train, With all Thy glorious grace. 3 To temper earthly joys. To waken duteous fears, For ever let the Archangel's voice Be sounding in our ears The solemn midnight cry, " Arise ! The Judge is come ; Ye saints, go meet Him in the sky, Ye sinners, wait your doom." 4 Oh ! may we thus be found. Obedient to His word, Still listening for the trumpet's sound. And looking for our- Lord : Oh ! may we thus insure Our lot among the blest. And watch a moment, to secure An everlasting rest. Cka?ies Wesley, 1740, altered. THE HOLY COMMUNION. ^^ For My flesh is 77ieai indeed, and My blood is drink indeed.' . ys, 6 lines. READ of heaven ! on Thee we feed, For Thy flesh is meat indeed ; Ever may our souls be fed With this true and living Bread : Day by day with strength supplied Through the life of Him that died. B 425 I THE HOLY COMMUNION. 279 Vine of heaven ! Thy blood supplies This blest cup of sacrifice : Lord, Thy wounds our healing give; To Thy cross we look and live : Jesus, may we ever be Grafted, rooted, built in Thee. yosiah Conder, 1836. ^^This is My body which is given for you ^ Zs & 7J-, 8 lines. N the name of God the Father, In the name of God the Son, In the name of God the Spirit, One in Three, and Three in One ; In the name which highest angels Speak not ere they veil their face. Crying — Holy ! Holy ! Holy ! Come we to this sacred place. 2 Here in figure represented. See the Passion once again. Here behold the Lamb most Holy As for our redemption slain ; Here the Saviour's body broken. Here the blood which Jesus shed, Mystic food of life eternal. See for our refreshment spread. 3 Here shall highest praise be offered. Here shall meekest prayers be poured, Here with body, soul, and spirit God incarnate be adored. Holy Jesus ! for Thy coming May Thy love our hearts prepare : Thine we fain would have them wholly, Enter, Lord, and tarry there. J. W. Heweti, 1S67. " He that eateth My flesh, and drinketh My blood, dwelleth in Me and I in him.^^ 2>s, 6s, Ss, 6s, 2>s, 8i". ORD, when before Thy throne we meet, Thy goodness to adore. From heaven, th' eternal mercy-seat, On us Thy blessing pour, And make our inmost souls to be A habitation meet for Thee ! L' 28o THE HOLY COMMUNION. 2 The Body for our ransom given ; The blood in mercy shed ; With this immortal food from heaven, Lord ! let our souls be fed ! And, as we round Thy table kneel, Help us Thy quickening grace to feel ! 3 Be Thou, O Holy Spirit, nigh ! Accept the humble prayer. The contrite soul's repentant sigh, The sinner's heartfelt tear ! And let our adoration rise, A fragrant incense, to the skies. 42T ^^ Come, for all things are now ready ^ C, M. OGOD, unseen, yet ever near, Thy presence may we feel ; And thus inspired with holy fear, Before Thine altar kneel. 2 Here may Thy faithful people know The blessings of Thy love ; The streams that through the desert flow ; The manna from above. 3 We come, obedient to Thy word, To feast on heavenly food ; Our meat, the Body of the Lord ; Our drink, His precious Blood. 4 Thus would we all Thy words obey ; For we, O God, are Thine ; And go rejoicing on our way. Renewed with strength divine. Edward Osier, 1836. ^^This is My blood of the New Testament which is shed for many ^ 428 L- ^- TO Jesus, our exalted Lord, Dear name, by heaven and earth adored ! Fain would our hearts and voices raise A cheerful song of sacred praise. 2 But all the notes which mortals know Are weak, and languishing, and low ; Far, far above our mortal songs, The theme demands immortal tongues. THE HOLY COMMUNION. 28 1 3 Yet, while around His board we meet, And M^orship at His glorious feet, Oh ! let our warm affections move, In glad returns of grateful love. 4 Let faith our feeble senses aid. To see Thy wondrous love displayed. Thy broken flesh, Thy bleeding veins, Thy dreadful agonizing pains. 5 Let humble, penitential woe. With painful, pleasing anguish, flow; And Thy forgiving smiles impart Life, hope, and joy to every heart. Anne Steele, 1760. ''In this was manifested the love of God toward us, because that God sent His oiily begotten Son into the world, that we might live through JIi?n. ' ' 429 CM. HERE at Thy table, Lord ! we meet. To feed on food divine ; Thy body is the bread we eat. Thy precious blood the wine. 2 He that prepares this rich repast. Himself comes down, and dies ; And then invites us thus to feast Upon the sacrifice. 3 Sure,- there was never love so free, Dear Saviour ! so divine ; * Well Thou may'st claim that heart of me, Which owes so much to Thine. 4 Yes, Thou shalt surely have my heart, My soul, my strength, my all ; With life itself I'll freely part. My Jesus ! at Thy call. Samuel Stennetty ly^y, moso eateth My flesh and drinketh My blood hath eter?tal life. ' ' "^^ L. M. ODY of Jesus, oh, sweet food ! Blood of my Saviour, precious blood ! On these Thy gifts, Eternal Priest ! Grant Thou my soul in faith to feast. B 24* 282 THE HOLY COMMUNION. 2 Weary and faint I thirst and pine For Thee, my Bread, for Thee, my Wine, Till strengthened, as Elijah trod, I journey to the mount of God. 3 There, clad in white, with crown and palm, At the great Supper of the Lamb, Be mine, with all Thy saints to rest. Like him that leaned upon Thy breast. 4 Saviour ! till then, I fain would know That feast above by this below ; This bread of life, this wondrous food, Thy body and Thy precious blood. Arthur C. Coxe. 431 J ^^The bread which we break, is it not the communion of the body of Christ f S. M. y ESUS invites His saints To meet around His board ; Here pardon' d 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 This holy bread and wine Maintain our fainting breath, By union with our living Lord, And int'rest in His death. 4 Our heavenly Father calls Christ and His members one ; We, the young children of His love, And He, the first-born Son. 5 We are but several parts Of the same broken Bread, One body with its several limbs, But Jesus is the Head. 6 Let all our powers be joined. His glorious name to raise ; Pleasure and love fill every mind. And every voice be praise. Isaac Watts, 1707. HOLY BAPTISM. 283 HOLY BAPTISM. ^^ According to His mercy He saved us by the washing of regene- ration and renewing of the Holy Ghost. ' ' 432 _ 7- |3 ARDONED through redeeming grace, _^ In Thy blessed Son revealed, Worshiping before Thy face, Lord, to Thee ourselves we yield. 2 Thou the sacrifice receive. Humbly offered through Thy Son ; Quicken us in Him to live ; Lord, in us Thy will be done. 3 By the hallowed outward sign. By the cleansing grace within. Seal, and make us wholly Thine : Wash, and keep us pure from sin. 4 Called to bear the Christian name, May our vows and life accord. And our every deed proclaim *' Holiness unto the Lord ! " Edward Osier, 1836. *' He shall gather the lambs in His arms and carry them in His bosom, ' ' 433 6^ & ^' SHEPHERD of tender youth ! Guiding in love and truth, Through devious ways; Christ, our triumphant King ! We come Thy name to sing, And here our children bring. To shout Thy praise. 2 Thou art our holy Lord ! The all-subduing Word, Healer of strife ! Thou didst Thyself abase. That from sin's deep disgrace Thou mightest save our race. And give us life ! 3 Thou art the great High Priest ! Thou hast prepared the feast Of heavenly love ; 284 HOLY BAPTISM. While in our mortal pain, None calls on Thee in vain, Help Thou dost not disdain,— Help from above. 4 Ever be Thou our Guide, Our Shepherd and our Pride, Our Staff and Song ! Jesus ! Thou Christ of God ! By Thy perennial Word Lead us where Thou hast trod. Make our faith strong. 5 So now, and till we die, Sound we Thy praises high, And joyful sing ! Let all the holy throng. Who to Thy Church belong. Unite and swell the song To Christ our King ! Clement of Alexandria, 200. Trans. H. M. Dexter. ** Except a 7Jian be born of water and of the Spirit^ he cannot en- ter into the kingdom of God^ German Choral. LESSED Jesus, here we stand. Met to do as Thou hast spoken ; And this child, at Thy command. Now we bring to Thee, in token That to Thee it here is given ; For of such shall be Thy heaven. 2 Yes, Thy warning voice is plain, And we fain would keep it duly. " He who is not born again. Heart and life renewing truly. Born of water and the Spirit, Will My kingdom ne'er inherit." 3 Therefore hasten we to Thee ; Take the pledge we bring, O take it ! Let us here Thy glory see. And in tender pity make it Now Thy child, and leave it never, — Thine on earth and Thine for ever. 4 Make it, Lord, Thy member now; Shepherd, take Thy lamb, and feed it ; Prince of Peace, its peace be Thou; Way of life, to heaven lead it ; 3 B MARRIAGE. 285 Vine, this branch may nothing sever, Be it graft in Thee for ever. Now upon Thy heart it lies ! What our hearts so dearly treasure ; Heavenward lead our burdened sighs, Pour Thy blessing without measure ; Write the name we now have given, — Write it in the book of heaven. Benjamin Schmolk, 1704. Trans. Catherine Winkivorth, 1858. CONFIRMATION. 435 *'Stre7tgfhen them through the Holy Ghost, the Comforter, and daily increase in them the mafiifold gifts of Thy grace. ' ' L. M. COME, ever-blessed Spirit, come, And make Thy servants' hearts Thy home : Thus consecrated. Lord, to Thee May each a living temple be ! 2 Enrich that temple's holy shrine ^ With sevenfold gifts of grace divine : With wisdom, light, and knowledge bless. Strength, counsel, fear, and godliness ! 3 O Trinity in Unity, One only God in Persons Three, In whom, through whom, by whom we live. In Thee we praise and glory give ! 4 O grant us so to use Thy grace, That we may see Thy glorious face, And ever, with the heavenly host. Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Christopher Wordswort/u MARRIAGE. ''O Lord, bless them both, and graft t them to inherit Thine everlasting kingdom. S. M. 436 How welcome was the call. And sweet the festal lay, When Jesus deigned in Cana's hall To bless the marriage day. 2S6 3VIARRIAGE. 2 And happy was the Bride, And glad the Bridegroom's heart, For He who tarried at their side Bade grief and ill depart. 3 O Lord of life and love, Come Thou again to-day ; And bring a blessing from above That ne'er shall pass away. 4 O bless, as erst of old, The Bridegroom and the Bride ; Bless with the holier stream that flowed Forth from Thy pierced side. 5 Before Thine altar-throne This mercy we implore ; As Thou dost knit them, Lord, in one, So bless them evermore. He7iry W. Baker, i86l. '* God the Father, God the Soft, God the Holy Ghosty I? less y preserve, and keep you. ' ' 437 7^ & 6x. THE voice that breathed o'er Eden, That earliest wedding day, The primal marriage blessing, It hath not passed away : 2 Still in the pure espousal Of Christian man and maid The holy Three are with us, The threefold grace is said. 3 Be present, awful Father, To give away this Bride, As Eve Thou gav'st to Adam Out of his own pierced side ! 4 Be present, Son Eternal, To join their loving hands. As Thou didst bind two natures In Thine eternal bands ; 5 Be present, Holy Spirit, To bless them as they kneel. As Thou for Christ, the Bridegroom, His Spouse the Church, doth seal. ORDINATION AND INSTALLATION OF MINISTERS. 287 6 O spread Thy pure wing o'er them, Let no ill power find place, When onward to Thine altar The hallowed path they trace. ; To cast their crowns before Thee, In perfect sacrifice, Till to the home of gladness With Christ's own Bride they rise. John Keble, 1857. ORDINATION AND INSTALLATION OF MINISTERS. *^Let Thy pfHests be clothed with righteousness ^ L. M. LORD, pour Thy Spirit from on high, And Thine ordained servants bless ; Graces and gifts to each supply, And clothe Thy priests with righteousness. 2 Within Thy temple when they stand. To teach the truth as taught by Thee, Saviour, like stars in Thy right hand, Let all Thy Church's pastors be. 3 Wisdom, and zeal, and love impart. Firmness and meekness from above. To bear Thy people in their heart And love the souls whom Thou dost love. 4 To love, and pray, and never faint. By day and night their guard to keep. To warn the sinner, form the saint. To feed Thy lambs, and tend Thy sheep. 5 So, when their work is finished here. They may in hope their charge resign ; So, when their Master shall appear. They may with crowns of glory shine. James Montgomery. Let your loins be girded about, and your lights burning.^ ^ 9 S. M. YE servants of the Lord ! Each in his office wait, Observant of His heavenly word. And watchful at His gate. 288 ORDINATION AND INSTALLATION OF MINISTERS. 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 O happy servant he, In such a posture found ! He shall his Lord with rapture see. And be with honor crowned. Philip Doddridge, 1740. ^^A watchful guardian over Thy fold and a follower of the true Shepherd who giveth His life for the sheep. ' ' 440 c. M. LORD, Thine appointed servants bless, That they may faithful be, To preach the truth in righteousness. And sinners win to Thee. 2 Uphold them by Almighty power, Thy strength divine impart, And, in each dark and trying hour. Cheer Thou their fainting heart. 3 In holy watchfulness and prayer, O keep them near Thy side ; May they with loving zeal declare A Saviour crucified. 4 Great Shepherd of the sheep, draw near, Thy Spirit now be given ; That they who preach, and those who hear, May sing Thy praise in heaven. *'Send down the Holy Ghost upon Thy servant.^* 4.AI 6j & 4f. r~>^ HOLY Lord, our God, y^J By heavenly hosts adored. Hear us, we pray : To Thee the cherubim. Angels and Seraphim, Unceasing praises bring — Their homage pay. THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD. 289 Here give Thy word success ; And this Thy servant bless; His labors own ; And while the sinners' Friend His life and words commend, Thy Holy Spirit send, And make Him known. May every passing year More happy still appear Than this glad day ; With numbers fill the place, Adorn Thy saints with grace ; Thy truth may all embrace, O Lord, we pray. ORDINATION AND INSTALLATION OF EL- DERS AND DEACONS. p ^'Zef every fruit of the Spirit appear and abound in them J* ^ ~ ~ CM. ATHER of mercies ! condescend To hear our fervent prayer. While these our brethren we commend To Thy paternal care. Before them set an open door ; Their various efforts bless ; On them Thy Holy Spirit pour, And crown them with success. Endow them with a heavenly mind ; Supply their every need ; Make them in spirit meek, resigned, But bold in word and deed. In every tempting, trying hour. Uphold them by Thy grace, And guard them by Thy mighty power, Till they shall end their race. Thomas Morell, 1818, altered, THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD. " Whosoever liveth and believe th in Me shall never die.^* 443 _ s. M. T is not death to die, — To leave this weary road, "" 25 I 290 THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD. And, midst the brotherhood on high, To be at home with God. 2 It is not death to close The eye long dimmed by tears. And wake, in glorious repose To spend eternal years. 3 It is not death to fling Aside this sinful dust, And rise, on strong exulting wing, To live among the just. 4 Jesus, Thou Prince of life ! Thy chosen cannot die ; Like Thee, they conquer in the strife, To reign with Thee on high. George IV. BctJiiine, 1S47. *^ Behold I show you a mystery : 7ue shall not all sleep ^ but we shall all be changed.^'* C. M. AS Jesus died, and rose again Victorious from the dead. So His disciples rise, and reign With their triumphant Head. 2 The time draws nigh, when, from the clouds, Christ shall with shouts descend ; And the last trumpet's awful voice The heavens and earth shall rend. 3 Then they who live shall changed be. And they who sleep shall wake ; The graves shall yield their ancient charge, And earth's foundations shake. 4 The saints of God, from death set free, With joy shall mount on high; The heavenly host, with praises loud, Shall meet them in the sky. 5 Together to their Father's house, With joyful hearts, they go ; And dwell forever with the Lord, Beyond the reach of woe. Michael Bruce, 1768. SERVICE AT SEA. 29 1 "Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dusty 5 Hi-. rHE things of the earth, in the earth let us lay, The ashes with ashes, the dust with the clay : But lift up the heart, and the eye, and the love, O lift up the soul to the regions above ! Since He, the Immortal, hath entered the gate, So too shall we mortals, or sooner or late : Then stand we on Christ ; let us mark Him ascend, For His is the glory and life without end. On earth with His own ones, the Giver of good, Bestowing His blessing, a little while stood : Now nothing can part us, nor distance, nor foes, For lo ! He is with us, and who can oppose ? So, Lord, we commit this our bi'other to Thee, Whose body is dead, but whose spirit is free : We know that thro' grace, when our life here is done. We live still in Thee, and forever in one. All glory to Thee, Father, Spirit, and Son, Who Three art in Person, in substance but One, In whom we have victory over the grave. Who lovest Thy people to pardon and save. From the Greek. Trans. Jno. M. Neale, 1864, altered. SERVICE AT SEA. '' So He bringeth them unto their desired haven^ L. M. ALMIGHTY Father, hear our cry. As o'er the trackless deep we roam; Be Thou our haven always nigh. On homeless waters Thou our home ! O Jesus, Saviour, at whose voice The tempest sank to perfect rest. Bid Thou the mourner's heart rejoice. And cleanse and calm the troubled breast. O Holy Ghost, beneath whose power The ocean woke to life and light, Command Thy blessing in this hour, Thy fostering warmth, Thy quickening might. 292 SERVICE AT SEA. 4 Thee, God, the Holy Trinity, We love, we worship, we adore; Our refuge on time's changeful sea, Our joy on heaven's eternal shore. E. H. Bickersteih. *^IIe maketh the storm a calm, so that the waves thereof are stilL''^ 447 c. M. OLORD, be with us when we sail Upon the lonely deep. Our guard when on the silent deck The midnight watch we keep. 2 We need not fear, though all around 'Mid rising winds we hear The multitude of waters surge : For Thou, O God, art near. 3 The calm, the breeze, the gale, the storm, That pass from land to land, All, all are Thine, are held within The hollow of Thine hand. 4 If duty calls from threatened strife To guard our native shore. And shot and shell are answering The booming cannon's roar ; 5 Be Thou the mainguard of our host. Till war and dangers cease, Defend the right, put up the sword, And through the world-make peace. 6 To Thee the Father, Thee the Son, Whom earth and sky adore. And Spirit, moving o'er the deep, Be praise for evermore. . " Whe7i thou passest through the waters I will be with thee.^* 448 7"^' ^^' ^ lines. THE ocean hath no danger For those whose prayers are made To Him, who in a manger A helpless Babe was laid ; Who, born to tribulation. And every human ill. Yet, Lord of His creation. The wildest waves can still. SERVICE AT SEA. 293 If fierce the tempest round us, And white the angry deep ; Yet He, when lost who found us. Can still His treasure keep : Nor wind nor wave can harm us, Though hope itself grow dim, No tempest need alarm us. If peace we seek in Him. Though life itself be waning, And waves shall o'er us sweep, The wild winds' sad complaining Shall lull us still to sleep: For as a gentle slumber E'en death itself shall prove To those, whom Christ doth number, As worthy of His love. Then, Holy Jesus, hear us. And keep us free from harm ; Have pity, Lord, and bear us On Thy supporting arm : Should storm or calm befall us, Whate'er our lot may be. When all is o'er, then call us Home, Saviour, home to Thee. Godfrey Thring. ^^ God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble^'* S. M. THOU who didst prepare The ocean's sounding deep. And bid the gath'ring waters there In mighty concourse sweep : 2 Toss'd in our reeling bark • On this tumultuous sea, Thy wondrous ways, O Lord, we mark. And lift our hearts to Thee. 3 Borne on the stormy wave, In measured sweep we go. Nor dread th' unfathomable grave That ever yawns below. 4 Jesus is nigh who trod Of old that foaming spray. Whose billows own'd th' Incarnate God, And died in calm away. 25* 294 THE LAYING OF A CORNER-STONE. 5 Tho' swells the threatening tide Mounting to heaven above, We know in whom our souls confide And fearless trust His love. 6 Snatch' d from a darker deep, And waves of wilder foam. Thou, Lord, our trusting souls shalt keep. And waft them safely home. 7 Home where no tempests sound. Nor angry waters roar. Nor troublous billows heave around Th' eternal, peaceful shore. Ton7ia. *'IIe bowed the heavens also, and came down, and darkness was under HimJ'^ C. M. HE 'Lord descended from above. And bowed the heavens most high, And underneath His feet He cast The darkness of the sky. 2 On cherub and on cherubim Full royally He rode ; And on the wings of mighty winds Came flying all abroad. 3 And like a den most dark He made His hidden secret place ; With waters black and airy clouds Encompassed He was. 4 He sat serene upon the floods. Their fury to restrain ; And He, as sovereign Lord and King, For evermore shall reign. Thomas Siernhold, 1549. THE LAYING OF A CORNER-STONE. T' ** The glory of Lebanon shall come unto thee, the fir tree, the pint tree, and the box tree together, to beautify the place of My sanctuary. ' ' 451 L. M. OLORD of hosts, whose glory fills The bounds of the eternal hills, And yet vouchsafes, in Christian lands, To dwell in temples made with hands : THE LAYING OF A CORNER-STONE. 295 2 Grant that we, who here to-day Rejoicing this foundation lay, May be in very deed Thine own. Built on the precious Corner-stone. 3 Endue the creatures with Thy grace, That shall adorn Thy dwelling-place ; ^ The beauty of the oak and pine, The gold and silver, they are Thine. 4 To Thee they all pertain ; to Thee The treasures of the earth and sea ; And when we bring them to Thy throne, We render. Lord, to Thee Thine own. 5 The architects endue with skill : The hands that work preserve from ill ; May all who build this house to Thee, Built in Thy heavenly Temple be. 6 Both now and ever. Lord, protect The temple of Thine own elect ; Be Thou in them, and they in Thee, O ever blessed Trinity. John M. Neale. *' That Thine eyes may he open towards this house night and day even toward the place of which Thou hast said, 'My name " shall be there. ' ' ' 452 L. M. THIS stone to Thee in faith we lay. We build the temple. Lord, to Thee. Thine eye be open night and day To guard this house and sanctuary. 2 Here, when Thy people seek Thy face. And dying sinners pray to live. Hear Thou in heaven, Thy dwelling-place, And when Thou hearest, O 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. Hosanna ! to their heavenly King, When children's voices raise that song, Hosanna ! let their angels sing And heaven with earth the strain prolong. 296 THE CONSECRATION OF A CHURCH. 5 But will, indeed, Jehovah deign Here to abide, no transient guest ? Here Mdll the world's Redeemer reign? And here the Holy Spirit rest ? 6 That glory never hence depart? Yet choose not, Lord, this house alone : Thy kingdom come to every heart, In every bosom fix Thy throne. James Montgomery. THE CONSECRATION OF A CHURCH. *^The Lord loveth the gates of Zion more than all the dwellings of Jacobs I C. M. GOD, who lovest to abide. In Zion's chosen gate, More than the thousand tents beside, Where Israel's faithful wait; 2 Accept our works, and hear our vows, Unworthy though we be ; And look in mercy on the House We dedicate to Thee. 3 Here answer Thou, as Thou art wont, Thy people when they pray ; Here in the waters of Thy font Let sin be washed away. 4 Here set Thy Confirmation's seal For ghostly strength and good ; Here give Thy people, as they kneel. Their Saviour's Flesh and Blood. 5 If after sin they seek Thy face, And by Thy precepts live, Hear Thou in heaven Thy dwelling-place, And when Thou hear'st, forgive! 6 If there be famine in the land, Or pestilence, or foe. Stretch out from heaven Thy strong right hand, When here Thy flock fall low. THE CONSECR^VTION OF A CHURCH. 297 7 Bless those, O Lord, and hear their cry, That raised Thy Temple here : That in Thy House beyond the sky, With joy they may appear ! 8 All worship be to God alone ; Traise to the Father be, To Christ, the precious Corner-stone, And Holy Ghost, to Thee. John M. Neale, ^^ Jesus Christ Himself being the chief Corner-stoned 4:54: "^^ ^ 7"^' ^ iines. CHRIST is made the sure Foundation, And the precious Corner-stone, Who, the two-fold walls surmounting. Bind them closely into one : Holy Zion's help for ever. And her confidence alone. 2 All that dedicated City Dearly loved by God on high, In exultant jubilation Pours perpetual melody ; God the One, and God the Trinal, Singing everlastingly. 3 To this temple, where we call Thee, Come, O Lord of Hosts, to-day ! With Thy wonted loving-kindness Hear Thy people as they pray ; And Thy fullest benediction Shed within its walls for aye. 4 Here vouchsafe to all Thy servants What they supplicate to gain : Here to have and hold for ever Those good things their prayers obtain ; And hereafter in Thy glory With Thy blessed ones to reign. 5 Laud and honor to the Father ; Laud and honor to the Son ; Laud and honor to the Spirit ; Ever Three and ever One : Consubstantial, Coeternal, While unending ages run, Latin Hymn. Trans, yohn. M. Neale, 1851. 29S THE CONSECRATION OF A BURIAL GROUND. * ' Behold the tabernacle of God is with men. ' ' WHEN the Architect Almighty fashion' d had the heaven and earth, Temple of the glorious Godhead, angels shouted at their birth ; Morning stars in holy concert sang a joyful Jubilee; And the whole creation chanted. Hallelujah, Lord to Thee ! In a moving Tabernacle, Thou, O Lord, didst deign to dwell, In the darkness and the stillness of the holy oracle; In the awful cloud was shrouded, in the fire Thy presence shone, In the consecrated Temple of the royal Solomon. God in human flesh appearing, shrining man with Deity, And presented in the Temple did of old vouchsafe to be ; In the Temple holy Jesus as a Child and Teacher sate ; And the Feast of Dedication God with us did celebrate. Look from heaven, and shine upon us with the lustre of Thy face, Send on us the Pentecostal benedictions of Thy grace ; Ever present and propitious to the eye of* faith appear In the worship of the Temple which to Thee to-day we rear. Here, O Lord, an earthly temple to Thy name we dedicate, And we pray Thee with Thy Holy Spirit us to consecrate; Consecrate us to be temples of the Blessed Three in One, Founded on Apostles, Prophets, Jesus Christ the Corner-stone. So when all our earthly temples are dissolved in the dust, May we at Thy Resurrection rise in glory with the just. When the heavenly city shining, and adorned as a Bride For her Husband, in His glory shall be ever glorified. When that holy City gleaming with its jewels, pearls, and gold, Shall descend, and in its portals all the risen saints enfold ; May we in its light eternal sing with all the heavenly host ^ Glory be to God the Father, to the Son and Holy Ghost.' Christopher Wordsiuorih, THE CONSECRATION OF A BURIAL GROUND. *' For the hour is coining in the which all that are in the graves shall hear His voice, and cotne forth.^^ ,g C. M. '"T^HE trump shall sound, and in the clouds X The Lord shall be reveal' d, And every grave shall open'd be, And every tomb unseal' d. • THANKSGIVING. 2 Christ will transform His risen saints With power and love divine; Their bodies will in heavenly light Like to His body shine. 3 Call'd forth to meet their coming Lord, And caught up in the air, They will to heaven be borne, and dwell With Him for ever there. 4 O therefore bless the Lord of life, Who pluck' d from Death his sting, And will His people through the grave To joys immortal bring. 5 Lord, give us grace to die to sin. And rise to life renewed ; That we may rise to endless life In Thy similitude. 6 Glory to Father, and to Son, Who died that we may live, And quickening Spirit, ever blest, - Eternal glory give. 299 C. Wordsworth^ THANKSGIVING. ^^ Enter into His gates with thanksgiving, and into His courts with praise. ' ' L. M. ALL people, that on earth do dwell ! Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice ; Him serve with fear. His praise forth tell ; Come ye before Him, and rejoice. 2 Know that the Lord is God indeed : Without our aid He did us make ; We are His flock, He doth us feed, And for His sheep He doth us take. 3 Oh, enter then His gates with praise. Approach with joy His courts unto ; Praise, laud, and bless His name always, For it is seemly so to do. 300 THANKSGIVING. 4 For why? The Lord our God is good, His mercy is forever sure ; His truth at all times firmly stood, And shall from age to age endure. John Hopkins, or Wm. Keths, about 1 562. ' ^Make a joyful noise unto the Lord all ye lands. ' ' ING Alleluia forth in duteous praise, O citizens of heaven ; and sweetly raise An endless Alleluia. 2 Ye next, who stand before th' Eternal Light, In hymning choirs re-echo to the height An endless Alleluia. 3 The Holy City shall take up your strain. And with glad songs resounding wake again An endless Alleluia. 4 In blissful antiphons ye thus rejoice To render to the Lord with thankful voice An endless Alleluia. 5 Ye who have gained at length your palms in bliss, Victorious ones, your chant shall still be this. An endless Alleluia. 6 There, in one grand acclaim, for ever ring The strains which tell the honor of your king An endless Alleluia. 7 This is the rest for weary ones brought back, This is the food and drink which none shall lack, An endless Alleluia. 8 While Thee, by whom were all things made, we praise For ever, and tell out in sweetest lays An endless Alleluia. 9 Almighty Christ, to Thee our voices sing Glory for evermore ; to Thee we bring An endless Alleluia. From the Latin. Trans, jfno. Ellerton. 459 ^^ And on His head were many crowns ^ S. M. 8 lines. CROWN Him with many crowns, The Lamb upon His throne ; Hark how the heavenly anthem drowns All music but its own ; THANKSGIVING. 301 26 With His most precious Blood From sin He set us free ; We hail Him as our matchless King Through all eternity. 2 Crown Him, the virgin's Son The God Incarnate born, Whose arm those crimson trophies won, Which now His brow adorn : Fruit of the mystic Rose, As of that Rose the Stem ; The Root whence mercy ever flows, The Babe of Bethlehem. 3 Crown Him, the Lord of Love : Behold His hands and side, Rich wounds, yet visible above In beauty glorified ; No angel in the sky Can fully bear that sight. But downward bends his burning eye At mysteries so bright. 4 Crown Him, the Lord of Peace : Whose power a sceptre sways From pole to pole, that wars may cease, And all be prayer and praise : His reign shall know no end. And round His pierced feet Fair flowers of Paradise extend Their fragrance ever sweet. 5 Crown Him the Lord of years. The Potentate of time, Creator of the rolling spheres, Ineffably sublime ; Glassed in a sea of light, Whose everlasting waves Reflect His form, — the Infinite — Who lives, and loves, and saves. 6 Crown Him the Lord of heaven, One with the Father known, One with the Spirit through Him given From yonder glorious throne ! To Thee be endless praise, For Thou for us hast died : Be Thou, O Lord, through endless days Adored and magnified. Matthew Bridges, 302 THANKSGIVING. * '■Bless the Lord, O my soul. ' * German Choral. N' OW thank we all our God, With hearts, and hands, and voices, Who wondrous things hath done, In whom His world rejoices ; Who from our mother's arms Hath blessed us on our way With countless gifts of love, And still is ours to-day. 2 O may this bounteous God Through all our life be near us, With ever joyful hearts And blessed peace to cheer us ; And keep us in His grace, And guide us when perplexed, And free us from all ills In this world and the next. 3 All praise and thanks to God The Father now be given, The Son, and Him who reigns With them in highest heaven, The One eternal God, Whom heaven and earth adore; For thus it was, is now, And shall be evermore. Alarfm Rhtckart, 1644. Trans. Catherine Wink^vorth, 1858. ^ All thy works praise Thee, O Lord ; and Thy saints give thanks unto Thee.^^ *]s, 6 lines. PRAISE to God, immortal praise. For the love that crowns our days; Bounteous Source of every joy. Let Thy praise our tongues employ : All to Thee, O God, we owe. Source whence all our blessings flow. 2 All the blessings of the fields, All the stores the garden yields, Flocks that whiten all the plain. Yellow sheaves of ripened grain : Lord, for these our souls shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise. THANKSGIVING. 303 Clouds that drop their fattening dews, Suns that genial warmth diffuse All the plenty summer pours, Autumn's rich, o'erflowing stores: Lord, for these our souls shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise. Peace, prosperity, and health, Private bliss, and public wealth, Knowledge with its gladdening streams, Pure religion's holier beams ; Lord, for these our souls shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise. A7i7ia L. Barbauld, 1^72, **It is a good thing to give thanks unto the Lord, and to sing praises unto Thy name, O most High. ' ' Ger7nan Choral. PRAISE to the Lord ! He is King over all the creation ! Praise to the Lord ! O my soul, as the God of salvation ! Join in the song — Psaltery and harp, roll along Praise in your solemn vibration. 2 Praise to the Lord ! Who in glorious majesty reigning, Beareth Thee upward, on wings like the eagles sustaining— Thee to uphold. Arms of His mercy enfold — • Faithful 'mid all Thy complaining. 3 Praise to the Lord ! Who with honor and blessing hath crowned thee, Pouring His gifts out of heaven like showers around thee; Think of it too. What the Almighty can do — How by His love He hath bound thee. 4 Praise to the Lord ! and let all that is in me adore Him : All that hath breath sing, with Abraham's children before Him— He is our light, Fountain of glory and might, . Come, let us kneel and adore Him ! yoachim Neander. Trans. Thomas C. Porter. 304 NATIONAL THANKSGIVING. NATIONAL THANKSGIVING. O let the nations he glad and sing for joy, for Thou shall Judge the people 7'ighteously, and govern the nations upon earth. H. M. EFORE the Lord we bow, The God who reigns above, And rules the world below, Boundless in power and love: Our thanks we bring in joy and praise, Our hearts we raise to heaven's high King. 2 The nation Thou hast blessed May well Thy love declare, From foes and fears at rest. Protected by Thy care ; For this fair land, for this bright day. Our thanks we pay, — gifts of Thy hand. 3 May every mountain height. Each vale and forest green. Shine in Thy Word's pure light, And its rich fruits be seen ; May every tongue be tuned to praise, And join to raise a grateful song. 4 Earth ! hear thy Maker's voice. Thy great Redeemer own ; Believe, obey, rejoice. And worship Him alone; Cast down thy pride, thy sin deplore, And bow before the Crucified. 5 And when in power He comes, Oh ! may our native land. From all its rending tombs. Send forth a glorious band, A countless throng, ever to sing. To heav'n's high King, salvation's song. Francis Scott Key, 1832, altered, * ^Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord. ' ' 6s & 4?. OD bless our native land ! y Firm may she ever stand. Through storm and night ; G MISSIONS. ^Q- When the wild tempests rave, Ruler of winds and wave ! Do Thou our country save, By Thy great might. For her our prayer shall rise To God above the skies ; On Him we wait ; Thou who art ever nigh, Guardian with watchful eye ! To Thee aloud we cry, — God save the State ! John S. Dwight, 1844. MISSIONS. ** Freely ye have received, freely give.''* 4L3S 7^ & 6j-, 8 lines, 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. 2 What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle. Though every prospect pleases. And only man is vile ; In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown. The heathen in his blindness Bows down to wood and stone. 3 Can we whose souls are lighted With wisdom from on high, Can we to men benighted The lamp of life deny? Salvation ! oh, salvation ! The joyful sound proclaim, Till each remotest nation Has learned Messiah's name. 26* u 3o6 MISSIONS. 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, In bliss returns to reign. Reginald Heber, 1819. * ^So ^hall He sprinkle many nations. ' ' J^QQ 8j & 'js, 8 lines. SAVIOUR ! sprinkle many nations, Fruitful let Tliy sorrows be ; By Thy pains and consolations, Draw the Gentiles unto Thee. Of Thy cross the wondrous story. Be it to the Gentiles told ; Let them see Thee in Thy glory And Thy mercy manifold. 2 Far and wide, though all unknowing, Pants for Thee each mortal breast ; Human tears for Thee are flowing, Human hearts in Thee would rest. Thirsting as for dews of even. As the new-mown grass for rain ; Thee they seek, as God of heaven, Thee as Man for sinners slain. 3 Saviour, lo ! the isles are waiting. Stretched the hand, and strained the sight, For Thy Spirit, new creating. Love's pure flame and wisdom's light: Give the word, and of the preacher Speed the foot. and touch the tongue; Till on earth by every creature Glory to the Lamb be sung. Arthur Clevela7id Coxe, 1851. ''And He shall set up an ensign for the nations.'' 17 L. M. UPLIFT the banner ! Let it float Sky-ward and sea-ward, high and \tide ; The sun shall light its shining folds, The Cross, on which the Saviour died. MORNING. 307: 2 Uplift the banner ! Angels bend In anxious silence o'er the sign, And vainly seek to comprehend The wonder of the love divine. 3 Uplift the banner ! Heathen lands Shall see from far the glorious sight. And nations, gathering at the call, Their spirits kindle in its light. 4 Uplift the banner ! Let it float Sky-ward and sea-ward, high and wide ; Our glory only in the Cross, Our only hope the Crucified. 5 Uplift the banner ! Wide and high Sea-ward and sky-ward let it shine : Nor skill, nor might, nor merit ours ; We conquer only in that sign. George W. Doane. *' That Thy way may be known upon earth ; Thy saving health a^nong all nations. ' ' 7J-. ASTEN, Lord the glorious time, _ _ When, beneath Messiah's sway, Every nation, every clime. Shall the gospel call obey. Mightiest kings His power shall own, Heathen tribes His name adore ; Satan and his host, o'erthrown. Bound in chains shall hurt no more. Then shall war and tumults cease, Then be banished grief and pain ; Righteousness and joy and peace Undisturbed shall ever reign. Bless we, then, our gracious Lord, Ever praise His glorious name ; All His mighty acts record. All His wondrous love proclaim. Harriet Auber, 1829. MORNING. 468 H "J/y mouth shall daily speak of Thy righteousness and salvation.^ ^ 469 c M AGAIN the Lord of life and light Awakes the kindling ray. 308 MORNING. Unseals the eyelids of the morn, And pours increasing day. 2 Oh ! what a night was that, which wrapt The heathen world in gloom ! Oh ! what a Sun, which broke this day Triumphant from the tomb ! 3 Ten thousand mortal lips shall join To hail this welcome morn. Which scatters blessings from its wings To nations yet unborn. 4 The powers of darkness leagued in vain To bind His soul in death ; He shook their kingdom, when He fell, With His expiring breath. 5 Exalted high at God's right hand, The Lord of all below. Through Him is pardoning love dispensed. And boundless blessings flow. 6 And still for erring, guilty, man A Brother's pity flows ; And still His bleeding heart is touched With memory of our woes. 7 To Thee, our Saviour, and our King, Glad homage we will give. And stand prepared like Thee to die. That we with Thee may live ! Anna L. Barbauld, 1772. " The sun shall be no more thy light by day ; but the Lord shall be unto thee an everlasting lights 8i- & yj", 8 lifies. RIGHTNESS of the Father's glory: Of His light essential ray ; Light of life, all light enshrining; Day, illumining the day: Jesus, Sun divine, upon us With perpetual brilliance gleam ; Fill our hearts, each sense enlighten, With the Spirit's hallowing beam. Thee we pray, too, Holy Father, Fount of life, and Source of grace, By the cleansing of Thy Spirit Taint of sin from us efface : B 471 MORNING. 309 In each strong resolve be with us, And the Tempter's rage subdue ; Turn to good each sad misfortune j Be. our guide in all we do. 3 Rule our inmost thought and action ; Grant us heavenly purity, Faith that glows with holy fervor, Incorrupt simplicity. Feed us with the Bread from heaven. And that drink that cannot cloy ; Comfort us in all our weakness With the Spirit's holy joy. 4 Thus shall speed the day in gladness, Modesty like dawn shall glow, Faith shall shine as light at noon-day, And the soul no night shall know. Praise and glory to the Father, Praise and glory to the Son, Praise and glory to the Spirit, Ever Three and ever One. Ambj'ose, 340-397. Trans. IF. S. Copeland, altered. Awake y thou that sleep est, and arise from the dead,"" L. M. AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run ; Shake off dull sloth, and early rise To pay thy morning sacrifice. 2 Redeem thy misspent moments past. And live this day as if thy last ; Thy talents to improve take care. For the great day thyself prepare. 3 Let all thy converse be sincere. Thy conscience like the noon-day clear : Think how all-seeing God thy ways. And all thy secret thoughts surveys. 4 Awake, lift up thyself, my heart, And with the angels bear thy part. Who all night long unwearied sing High glory to th' eternal King. 3IO MORNING. 5 All praise to Thee, who safe hast kept And hast refreshed me whilst I slept; Grant J Lord, when I from death shall wake, I may of endless life partake. 6 Lord, I my vows to Thee renew ; Disperse my sins as morning dew : Guard my first springs of thought and will, And with Thyself my spirit fill. 7 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. Thomas Ken, 1697. " Gott lies Himmels und der Erden.^^ Germaji Choral. C"^ OD who madest earth and heaven, jj Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Who the day and night hast given; Sun and moon and starry host, All things wake at Thy command, Held in being by Thy hand. 2 God, I thank Thee ! in Thy keeping Safely have I slumber' d here ; Thou hast guarded me while sleeping. From all danger, pain, and fear : And the cunning of my foe Hath not wrought my overthrow. 3 Let the night of sin, that shrouded All my life, with this depart ; Shine on me with beams unclouded. Jesus ! In Thy loving heart Is my help and hope alone, For the evil I have done. 4 Help me as the morn is breaking, In the spirit to arise. So from careless sloth awaking That when o'er the aged skies Shall the morn of Doom appear, I may see it free from fear. 5 Lead me and forsake me never. Guide my wand 'rings by Thy Word ; MORNING. 311 As Thou hast been, be Thou ever My Defence, my Refuge, Lord. Never safe except with Thee, Thou my faithful Guardian be ! 6 O my God, I now commend me VViiolly to Thy mighty hand ; All the powers that Thou dost lend me Let me use at Thy command ; Thou my boast, my strength divine, Keep me with Thee, I am Thine. 7 Thus afresh with each new morning Save me from the power of sin, Llourly let me feel Thy warning. Ruling, prompting me within, Till my final rest be come, And Thine angel bear me home. Henry Albert, 1644. Trans. Catherine Winkworth. '^For a day in Thy courts is better than a thousand ^ \^^t 1^, 6 lines. ~ AFELY 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 pray for pard'ning grace, Through the dear Redeemer's name, Show Thy reconciled 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 ; May we feel Thy presence near : May Thy glory meet our eyes. While we in Thy house appear : Here afford us. Lord ! a taste Of our everlasting feast. 4 May Thy Gospel's joyful sound Conquer sinners, comfort saints ; s M 312 MORNING. Make the fruits of grace abound, Bring relief for all complaints: Thus may all our Sabbaths prove, Till we join the Church above. John Newton, 1779, altered. *'To show forth Thy loving-kindness in the morning, and Thy faithfulness every night. ^^ L. M. Y God ! how endless is Thy love ! Tliy gifts are every evening new; And morning mercies from above Gently distill, 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 Thy hand. Demand perpetual songs of praise. Isaac Watts, 1 709. ^^Tn all thy ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct thy paths. ^* AS the sun doth daily rise Bright' ning all the morning skies, So to Thee with one accord Lift we up our hearts, O Lord ! 2 Day by day provide us food. For from Thee come all things good ; Strength unto our souls afford From Thy living Bread, O Lord ! 3 Be our Guard in sin and strife; Be the Leader of our life ; Lest like sheep we stray abroad. Stay our wayward feet, O Lord ! 4 Quickened by the Spirit's grace, All Thy holy will to trace, While we daily search Thy Word, Wisdom true impart, O Lord ! 5 When the sun withdraws his light ; When we seek our beds at night. Thou, by sleepless hosts adored, Hear the prayer of faith, O Lord ! MORNING. 313 6 When the hours are dark and drear, When the Tempter lurketh near, By Thy strength' ning grace outpoured, Save the tempted ones, O Lord ! 7 Praise we with the heavenly host, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ; Thee would we with one accord Praise and magnify, O Lord ! King Alfred, 900. Trans. Earl Nelson, i86^ N ^' But let us who are of the day, he sober, putting on the breast- plate of faith and love. ' ' L. M. OW with the rising, golden dawn, Let us, the children of the day, Cast off the darkness which so long Has led our guilty souls astray. I O may the morn so pure, so clear. Its own sweet calm in us instill ; A guileless mind, a heart sincere, Simplicity of word and will. ; And ever, as the day glides by. May we the busy senses rein ; Keep guard upon the hand and eye, Nor let the body suffer stain. |. Grant us a body pure within ; A wakeful heart, a ready will ; That no dark deed nor cherished sin. The fervor of the soul may chill. ; Fill Thou our souls, Redeemer true ! With Thy most pure, celestial ray ; So may we walk in safety through All the temptations of this day. I Upon our fainting souls distill The grace of Thy celestial dew ; Let no fresh snare to sin beguile, No former sin revive anew. ^ Grant us the grace, for love of Thee, To scorn all vanities below; Faith to detect each falsity; And knowledge Thee alone to know. Latin Hymn. 2 7 Trans. E. Caswall. 314 EVENING. O *^ Bow down Thine ear to me, and deliver 7ne speedily ^ : C. M. GOD, bow down Thine ear on earth, And hear Thy children's cry, And fill our weak and throbbing hearts With blessings from on high. 2 Forsake us not, O loving Lord, But hear us while we pray ; And, Jesus, when at last we die. Wipe all our tears away. 3 O Jesus, there is naught to fear. If Thou the blessing give ; Keep us from every danger free, And guard us, while we live. 4 Give us a heart to love Thee, Lord ; And Thine Almighty Son, And may we love the Holy Ghost While this short life we run. F. H. [aetat. X.) EVENING. ^^ffe will not suffer thy foot to he moved : He that keepeth thee will not slimiber. ' ' L. M. LIGHT of life, O Saviour dear, Before we sleep, bow down Thine ear ; Through day and dark, o'er land and sea, We have no other hope but Thee. 2 Oft from Thy royal road we part. Lost in the mazes of the heart ; Our lamps put out, our course forgot. We seek for God, and find Hmi not. 3 What sudden sunbeams cheer our sight I What dawning risen upon the night ! Thou giv'st Thyself to us, and we Find Guide and Path and all in Thee. 4 Through day and darkness. Saviour dear. Abide with us more nearly near ; Till on Thy face we lift our eyes, The Sun of God's own Paradise. EVENING. 315 Praise God, our Maker and bur Friend ! Praise Him through time, till time shall end ! Till psalm and song His Name adore Through Heaven's great day of Evermore. Francis T. Palgrave, ' ' There is sprung up a light for the righteous, L. M. O BLEST Creator, God most High, Great Ruler of the starry sky, Who, robing day with beauteous light. Hast clothed in soft repose the night. 2 That sleep may wearied limbs restore. And fit for toil and use once more ; May- gently soothe the careworn breast. And lull our anxious griefs to rest ; 3 We thank Thee for the day that's gone ; We pray Thee, now the night comes on : O help us sinners as we raise To Thee our votive hymn of praise. 4 To Thee our hearts their music bring. To Thee our lips in concord sing ; To Thee our rapt affections soar, And Thee our chastened souls adore. 5 Lord, when the parting beams of day In evening's shadows fade away. Let faith no wildering darkness know. But night with faith's own splendor grow. J. D. Chambers), ^^ Under His wi7jgs shalt thou trusts L. M. ALL praise to Thee, my God this night. For all the blessings of the light ; Keep me, O keep me. King of kings, Beneath Thine own almighty wings. Forgive me. Lord, for Thy dear Son, The ill that I this day have done ; That with the world, myself, and Thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed ; To die, that this vile body may Rise glorious at the awful day. 31 6 EVENING. 4 O may my soul on Thee repose, And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close : Sleep that shall me more vigorous make To serve my God when I awake. 5 When in the night I sleepless lie, My soul with heavenly thoughts supply ; Let no ill dreams disturb my rest, No power of darkness me molest. 6 O when shall I in endless day For ever chase dark sleep away, And praise with the angelic choir Incessant sing, and never tire. Thomas Ken, 1697. *^And at even, wheji the sun did set, they brought unto Him all that were diseased. ' ' L. M. 481 AT even ere the sun was set. The sick, O Lord, around Thee lay : Oh ! in what divers pains they met ! Oh ! with what joy they went away ! Once more 'tis eventide, and we Oppressed with various ills, draw near : What if Thy form we cannot see ? We know and feel that Thou art here. O Saviour Christ, our woes dispel : For some are sick, and some are sad. And some have never loved Thee well, And some have lost the love they had. And some have found the world is vain, Yet from the world they break not free ; And some have friends who give them pain, Yet have not sought a friend in Thee. And none, O Lord, have perfect rest. For none are wholly free from sin ; And they, who* fain would love Thee best, Are conscious most of wrong within. O Saviour Christ, Thou too art Man, Thou hast been troubled, tempted, tried ; Thy kind but searching glance can scan The very wounds that shame would hide. EVENING. 317 Thy touch has still its ancient power; No word from Thee can fruitless fall ; Hear in this solemn evening hour, And in Thy mercy heal us all. H. Twells. '* Eve7i the night shall be light about me. ' ' 482 L. M. SUN of my soul, Thou Saviour dear, It is not night if Thou be near; O may no earth-born cloud arise To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes ! 2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep My wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest, For ever on my Saviour's breast. 3 Abide with me from morn to eve, For without Thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die. 4 If some poor wandering child of Thine Have spurned to-day the voice divine, Now, Lord, the gracious work begin ; Let him no more lie down in sin. 5 Watch by the sick ; enrich the poor With blessings from Thy boundless store ; Be every mourner's sleep to-night. Like infant's slumbers, pure and light. 6 Come near and bless us when we wake, Ere through the world our way we take j Till in the ocean of Thy love We lose ourselves in heaven above. yohn Keble, 1827. ''The darkness and light to TJiee are both alike,'' loj", 6 lines. THE day is gently sinking to a close. Fainter and yet more faint the sunlight glows; O Brightness of Thy Father's glory. Thou, Eternal Light of Light, be with us now ; Where Thou art present, darkness cannot be : Midnight is glorious noon, O Lord, with Thee. 27* JlS EVENING. 2 Our changeful lives are ebbing to an end, Onward to darkness and to death we tend ; O Conqueror of the grave, be Thou our Guide, Be Thou our Light in death's dark eventide ; Then in our mortal hour will be no gloom. No sting in death, no terror in the tomb. 3 Thou, who in darkness walking didst appear Upon the waves, and Thy disciples cheer. Come, Lord, in lonesome days, when storms assail, And earthly hopes and human succors fail : When all is dark, may we behold Thee nigh, And hear Thy voice, ''Fear not, for it is I." 4 The weary world is mouldering to decay, Its glories wane, its pageants fade away ; In that last sunset, when the stars shall fall, May we arise, awakened by Thy call, With Thee, O Lord, forever to abide In that blest day which has no eventide. Christopher Wordsworth. '^ Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night.'' ^s &: 7o. AND now the day is past and gone, Holy God, we bow to Thee ! Again, as nightly shades come on. To Thy sheltering side we flee. 2 For all the ills this day hath done Let our bitter sorrow plead ; And keep us from the wicked One, When ourselves we cannot heed. • 3 Rav'ning, he prowls Thy fold around, In his watchful circuitings; Father ! this night let us be found Under the shadow of Thy wings. 4 O ! when shall that Thy day have come, Day ne'er sinking to the West ; That country and that holy home Where no foe shall break our rest ! 5 Now to the Father and the Son, We our feeble voice would raise. With Holy Spirit, joined in One, And, from age to age would praise ! Latin Hymn, Trans t EVENING. 3^9 *^ I will lay me down in peace and sleep, for Thou Lord, only makest fne dwell in safety. ' ' (^^^ Gernian Choral. QUIETLY rest the woods and dales, Silence round the earth prevails, The world is all asleep ; Thou, my soul in thought arise, Seek thy Father in the skies, And holy vigils with Him keep. 2 Sun, where hidest thou thy light ? Art thou driven hence by night. Thy dark and ancient foe ? Go ! another Sun is mine, Jesus comes with light divine To cheer my pilgrimage below. 3 Now that the day has passed away, Golden stars in bright array Bespangle the blue sky ; Bright and clear, so would I stand. When I hear my Lord's command To leave this earth and upward fly. 4 Now this body seeks for rest, From its vestments all-undrest, Types of mortality. Christ shall give me soon to wear, Garments beautiful and fair, — White robes of glorious majesty. 5 Head, and feet, and hands once more, Joy to think of labor o'er, And night with gladness see. Oh, my heart, thou too shalt know Rest from all thy toil below. And from earth's turmoil soon be free. 6 Weary limbs, now rest ye here, Safe from danger and from fear. Seek slumber on this bed ; Deeper rest ere long to share. Other hands shall soon prepare My narrow couch among the dead. 7 While mine eyes I gently close, Stealing o'er me soft repose. 320 EVENING. Who shall my Guardian be ? Soul and body now I leave — And Thou wilt the trust receive, O Israel's Watchman ! unto Thee. 8 O my friends, from you this day May all ill have fled away, No danger near have come ; Now, my God, these dear ones keep, Give to Thy beloved sleep, And angels send to guard their home. Paul GerJiardt. Trans. Jane Borthivick. The Lord shall give His people the blessing of peace.''' SAVIOUR, again to Thy dear Name we raise With one accord our parting hymn of praise ; Once more we bless Thee ere our worship cease. Then, lowly kneeling, wait Thy word of peace. Grant us Thy peace upon our homeward way ; With Thee begun, with Thee shall end the day ; Guard Thou the lips from sin, the hearts from shame, That in this house have called upon Thy name. Grant us Thy peace, Lord, thro' the coming night, Turn Thou for us its darkness into light ; From harm and danger keep Thy children free, For dark and light are both alike to Thee. Grant us Thy peace throughout our earthly life. Our Balm in sorrow, and our Peace in strife; Then, when Thy voice shall bid our conflict cease. Call us, O Lord, to Thine eternal peace. John Elle7'ion. DOXOLOGIES. 321 DOXOLOGIES. p T L. M. [RAISE God from Whom all blessings flow; Praise Him all creatures here below ; Praise Him above, ye heavenly host : Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 2 L. M. *0 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 ; As was through ages heretofore, Is now, and shall be evermore. L. M. ^^T^ Father, Son and Holy Ghost, JIL The God whom heaven and earth adore, Be glory, as it was of old. Is now, and shall be evermore. 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. C. M. TO Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The God whom we adore Be glory, as it was, is now. And shall be evermore. 6 S. M. To the eternal Three, In will and essence one ; To Father, Son, and Spirit be Coequal honors done. J S. M. ESUS, our risen Lord, We praise Thee, and adore. Who art with God the Father one. And Spirit evermore. V p 322 DOXOLOGIES. 8 7^. ING we to our God above, Praise eternal as His love ; Praise Him, all ye heavenly host. Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 'JS. I RAISE the name of God most high. Praise Him all below the sky. Praise Him all ye heavenly host, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ; As through countless ages past. Evermore His praise shall last. 8s & ys. ONOR, glory, might, dominion. To the Father and the Son, With the everlasting Spirit, While eternal ages run. 8s & 7^. ORD, Thy glory fills the heaven, Earth is with its fulness stored : Unto Thee be glory given, Holy, Holy, Holy Lord ! LORY to our God, and honor; Highest He above all height ; Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, One in praise, and one in might ; Might and praise enduring ever. In the changeless realms of light. 8s & 7^, 6 fines. ^O the everlasting Father, To the everlasting Son, To the coeternal Spirit, Undivided Three in One, Honor, praise, dominion, blessing, Now and evermore be done. 8s, 'JS «& 4f. GLORY be to God the Father, Glory to th' eternal Son; Sound aloud the Spirit's praises ; Join the elders round the throne. Hallelujah, Hail the glorious Three in One. H L' G' DOXOLOGIES. 223 15 H. M. TO God, the only wise, The one immortal King; Let Alleluias rise From ev'ry living thing; Let earth and heaven, with all their host, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. L. P. M. N' OW to the great and sacred Three, The Father, Son, and Spirit, be Eternal power and glory giv'n. Through all the worlds where God is known By all the angels near the throne. And all the saints in earth and heav'n. 17 c. p. M. To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The God, whom heaven's triumphant host, And saints on earth adore j Be glory as in ages past. And now it is, and so shall last, When time shall be no more. 7x & 6s. Iambic, PRAISE be to God the Father; Praise be to God the Son ; And praise to God the Spirit, The glorious Three in One ; With all the hosts of heaven, We worship and adore. Thy Triune name most holy, Now and forevermore. 7 J- & 6s. Tj'ochaic. FEATHER, Son, and Holy Ghost, One God whom we adore, Join we with the heav'nly host. To praise Thee evermore; Live, by heaven and earth adored. Three in One, One in Three, Holy, holy, holy Lord, All glory be to Thee. T 6s & 45-. O God, the Father, Son And Spirit, Three in One, 324 DOXOLOGIES. All praise be given ! Crown Him in every song; To Him our hearts belong ; Let all His praise prolong, On earth, in heaven ! lOS. LOUD raise the hymn of glory to the Lord, By Cherubim and Seraphim adored ; Join the glad strain of heav'n's triumphant host Praising the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. CONTENTS. HYMNS. Sundays in Advent i- 23 Christmas 24- 33 St. Stephen's Day ^. 34- 36 St. John's " 37- 40 Innocents' " 41 Sundays after Christmas 42- $0 -The Circumcision 5^- 5^ Epiphany 57- 67 Sundays after Epiphany 68- 99 Septuagesima 100-105 Sexagesima 106-112 quinquagesima ii3-ii8 Ash Wednesday 1 19-123 Sundays in Lent 124-165 Passion Week 166-184 Easter Even 185-189 Easter Sunday 190-201 Easter Monday 202-205 Sundays after Easter • 206-234 Ascension Day 235-243 Sunday after Ascension 244-252 Whitsunday 253-261 Whitmonday 262-265 Trinity 266-271 Sundays after Trinity 272-402 Sundays before Advent 403-423 Holy Communion 424-431 28 ■ 3*5 326 CONTENTS. HYMNS. Holy Baptism 432-434 Confirmation 435 Marriage : 436-437 Ordination and Installation of Ministers 438-441 Ordination and Installation of Elders and DEAC0J4S..442 Burial of the Dead 443-445 Service at Sea 446-450 Laying of a Corner Stone 451-452 Consecration of a Church 453-455 Consecration of a Burial Ground... 456 Thanksgiving ,, 457-462 National Thanksgiving 463-464 Missions 465-468 Morning 469-477 Evening ....478-486 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. HYMN. Abide among us with Thy grace 76 Abide with mc ; fast falls the f.veiUide... 203 " A'lide with us ;" the shades of eve 204 Again the Lord of life and light 469 Alas 1 and did my Savioui bleed 104 Alas, dear Lord, what law then hast Thou broken, 170 Alleluia, slug to Jesus 200 Alleluia, song of sweetness 99 All hail the power of Jesus' name 205 All people that on earth do dwell 457 All praise to Thee, my God, this night.. 480 All praise to Thee, O Lord 73 All that I was — my sin, my guilt 334 Almighty Father, hear our cry 446 Almighty G )d, Thy word is cast 107 Always with us, always with us 222 Amidst a world of hopes and fears 283 And now the day is past and gone 484 An exile for the faith 37 As Jesus died, and rose again 444 Asleep in Jesus ! blessed sleep 411 As the sun doth daily rise 475 A strong tower is the Lord our God 137 As with gladness men of old 62 At even ere the sun was set 481 At the Lamb's high feast we sing 194 Awake and sing the song 360 Awake, glad soul ! awake ! awake ! 191 Awake my soul and with the sun 471 Awake my soul, stretch every nerve loi B. Before Jehovah's awful throne Before the Lord we bow Behold me here, in grief draw near Behold the glories of the Lamb Behold ! the grace appears Behold the sin-atoning Lamb Behold what wondrous grace Behold where in a mortalform B-'yond the glittering, starry skies Blessed are the s ns of God Blessed Jesus, here we stand Blest are the pure in heart Blest be the tie that binds Body of Jesus, Oh sweet food Bread of heaven, on Thee we feed Brief life is here our portion Briahtest and best of the sons of the mjrning Brightness of the Father's glory Brought to the font with holy care By the angel's word of love By the blood that flowed from Thee By the first bright Easter-Day 397 463 ^35 242 44 164 98 347 252 317 434 47 279 430 424 388 59 470 306 67 184 261 Calm they sit with closed door Captain of Israel's host, and Guide , Children of the heavenly King Christ above all glory seated Christ is made the sure Foundation Christ the Lord is risen to-day Christ, whose glory fills the s'