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 FOR THE>S6 LPF ' ~*^ ^ 
 
 MATERNAL ASSOCIATIONS, 
 
 AND FOR 
 
 Special Occasions 
 
 OF 
 
 SOCIAL AND PRIVATE WORSHIP. 
 
 RY THOMAS HASTINGS. 
 
 NEW YORK: 
 
 PUBLISHED BY EZRA COLLIER. 
 
 148 NASSAU STREET. 
 
 1836. 
 
[Entered according to Act of Congress, in the 
 year 1«34, by John P. Haven, in the Clerk's 
 office of the District Court of the Southern 
 District of New York.1 
 
 Stereotyped by Conner & Cooke. 
 
PREFACE. 
 
 The gTeat want of Hymns, of a devotional 
 character, suitable fr > be sung at the meetings of 
 maternal associations, first suggested the idea 
 of the present publication. The plan of it waa 
 afterwards so enlarged, as to embrace a variety 
 of Hymns for social and private use. A few of 
 them, written by different hands, are now, for 
 the first time, given to the public. The Hymns 
 are arranged under distinct heads, for the greater 
 convenience of selection; and a few very plain 
 tunes are referred to, as general specimens of 
 adaptation. 
 
 The reader will be pleased to leam, that the- 
 Hymns under the signature R., are from the 
 pen of Rev. Dr. Andrew Reed, of London, one 
 of the English delegates, whose visit to this 
 country, the year past, has afforded so much 
 gratification to American Christians. 
 
 New York, Nov., 1834. 
 
TO 
 ALL CHRISTIAN MOTHERS 
 
 AND ESPECIALLY 
 TO THE NUMEROUS AND INTERESTING 
 
 Maternal Associations 
 
 OF THE 
 
 UNITED STATES, 
 THIS LITTLE VOLUME 
 
 IS MOST RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED, 
 
 With the hope 
 That it may contribute 
 
 TO THE 
 
 Spiritual Edification of Parents and Children 
 of the present Generation. 
 
 THE COMPILER. 
 
5 
 
 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 Again the Lord of life arid light, . . 
 Alas, how cbang'd that lovely flower, 
 Almighty God I'm very HI, .... 
 Almighty God thy piercing eye, . . 
 Almighty God while earth and heav'n, 
 And now while daylight closed, . . , 
 At length the opening spring has come 
 Before thy footstool kneeling, . . . 
 Behold what condescending love, 
 Blessings attend thee, little one, . 
 Blest are ihe souls that hear and know 
 Biest be the tie that binds, .... 
 Blest hour when mortal man aspires, 
 Children listen to the Lord, .... 
 Come Holy Spirit, come, .... 
 Come Holy Spirit, heavenly dove, . 
 Coine, let us join ourselves to God, . 
 Come, let us sink" our harps afresh, 
 Come, my Redeemer, come, . . . 
 Dear Lord, before thy throne, . . . 
 Dear refuge of my weary soul, . . 
 Dear Saviour, aUend to my prayer, . 
 Dear Saviour, if these lambs should stray. 
 Dear Saviour, when my thoughts recall 
 Disdain not, eternal King, .... 
 Encourage my heart with thy smile, 
 
INDEX TO FIRST LINES. 
 
 Far from the world, Lord, I flee ; 
 Father, whate'er of earthly bliss, 
 For a season calPd to part, . . 
 Forbid them not, the Savior cried, 
 Forbid them not to come, . . . 
 Gentle stranger, fearless come, . 
 Gently, Lord, O gently lead us, 
 Give to the winds thy fears, • . 
 God of mercy hear our prayer, 
 God of the nations, bow thine ear, 
 Grant us wisdom, gracious Lord, . 
 Great God, now condescend, . . 
 Great God, we would to thee make known 
 Great God, with heart and tongue, . 
 Hast thou lost a child most precious, 
 How did the pious Abra'm pray, . . 
 How fierce the lightning blazes, . . 
 How frail are these bodies of clay, . 
 How great the mercies from above, . 
 How great thy mercies, Lord, . . . 
 How large the promise, how divine, 
 How sweet on thy bosom to rest, 
 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds 
 How tedious and tasteless the hours, 
 
 How tender is thy hand 
 
 I love to steal awhile away, . . 
 In this calm, impressive hour, . . 
 I saw one hanging on a tree, . . 
 I thank the Lord who lives on high, 
 It is the Lord, my soul be still, . 
 
 Hymn 
 15 
 
 104 
 
INDEX TO FIRST LINES. 
 
 I was a groveling creature once, . 
 Jesus, where'er thy people meet, . 
 Jesus, while our hearts are bleeding 
 Kindly the Lord appear'd, . . „ 
 Know my soul thy full salvation, 
 Lite is a span, a fleeting hour, . . 
 Long as he lives, he shall he thine, 
 Look back, my soul, what hast thou 
 Lord, assist us by thy grace, . . 
 Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing, 
 Lord, I confess before thy face, . 
 Lord, I would come to thee, . . 
 Lord of the sabbath, thee we praise 
 Lord, teach a little child to pray, 
 Lord, we bow with deep contrition, 
 Mother bids thee, lovely stranger, 
 My dear Redeemer and my Lord, 
 My God, how endless is thy love, 
 My God, the cov'nant of thy love, 
 My God, the spring of all my joys, 
 My God, thy service well demands, 
 My heav'nly Father, I confess, 
 My soul, be on thy guard, . . . 
 Now condescend, Almighty King, 
 Now from labor and from care, . 
 Now, O Lord, to thee siibmittisg, 
 O for a cioser walk with God, 
 
 O God of Abr'am, hear 
 
 O Jesus, delight of my soul . . 
 O lend me the wings of a dove, . 
 
 done. 
 
8 INDEX TO FIRST LINES. 
 
 O Lord behold us at thy feet, . 
 O Lord, encourag'd by thy grace, 
 O Lord. I would delight in thee, 
 O Lord, my best desires fulfil, . 
 O Lord of sovereign grace, . . 
 One family we dwell in him, . 
 On rhee, each morning, my God, 
 O strange infirmity to think, . 
 O that I could forever dwell, . 
 O thou that art the widow's God, 
 O thou whose tender mercy hears 
 "Out of the mouth of infancy, . 
 O what is earthly pleasure, . . 
 O ye mourners cease to languish, 
 Rejoice in the Lord, .... 
 Rock of Ages, cleft for me, . . 
 Say, while you press with growing love 
 See Israel's gentle Shepherd stands, 
 
 Serene I laid me down, 
 
 So fades the lovely blooming flower, 
 Soft and holy is the place, ... 
 Softly now the light of day, . . 
 Sweet fruits afflictions bring, . . 
 Sweet is the iasi, the parting ray, 
 Swift as the winged arrow flies, . 
 The God of love will sure indulge, 
 The hour of deep solitude, . . • 
 
 The pity of the Lord 
 
 There is an hour of hallowed peace 
 There is a path that leads to God. 
 
INDEX TO FIRST LINES. 
 
 pray, 
 
 The relics of departed worth, 
 The rosy light is dawning, . 
 The Savior bids us watch and 
 The Saviour kindly calls, . 
 The song of gratitude I'll raise 
 Thou God of sovereign grace, 
 Though we are simple, weak and youn 
 Thou lovely source of true delight, . , 
 Thou. O Lord, didst hear my cry, . , 
 Thy life I read, my dearest Lord, 
 Thy name, almighty Lord, .... 
 To Jesus the crown of my hope, . . 
 To thee, my God, my heart shall bring, 
 To thee, when call'd awhile to part, 
 Wait, my soul, upon the Lord, . . 
 Wake, mothers of Israel, &c . . . 
 Weep not fur the saint that ascends, 
 
 We lift our hearts to thee 
 
 When the heart is sad within, . . . 
 When the vale of dealh appears, 
 When two or three with sweet accord, 
 Wherever two or three may meet, . 
 
 While here I sit, 
 
 Why lament the Christian dying, 
 Why weep for those, frail child of wo, 
 Why when storms around von gather, 
 Within these quiet walls, Lord, . 
 Ye hearts with youthful vigor warm, 
 Yes, there is one above who knows, 
 
 9 
 
 Hymn 
 90 
 
 11 
 119 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 The Hymns of this volume are arranged un- 
 der the following general heads 
 
 1. Family Devotion, 
 
 2. Seasons of Peril, 
 
 3. Recovery from Sickness 
 
 4. Births, 
 
 5. Dedication of Children, 
 
 6. Instruction, 
 
 7. Maternal Meetings, 
 
 8. Early Piety, 
 
 9. Sickness, - 
 
 10. Death, 
 
 11. Hymns of Consolation, 
 
 12. Miscellaneous, 
 
 13. Doxologies, 
 
 Page 
 11 
 
 29 
 39 
 45 
 50 
 60 
 69 
 93 
 101 
 103 
 119 
 134 
 189 
 
FAMILY DEVOTION. 
 
 I.Sevens — Nurernburgh, "Rock of Ages. 
 Morning. 
 
 1 In this calm, impressive hour, 
 Let my prayer ascend on high ; 
 
 God of mercy, God of power, 
 
 Hear me, when to thee I cry : 
 Hear me from thy lofty throne, 
 For the sake of Christ, thy Son. 
 
 2 With this morning's early ray, 
 While the shades of night depart, 
 
 Let thy beams of life convey 
 
 Joy and gladness to my heart : 
 Now o'er all my steps preside, 
 And for all my wants provide. 
 
 3 Oh ! what joy that word affords — 
 'Thou shalt reign o'er all the earth.' 
 
 King of kings, and Lord of lords, 
 Send thy gospel heralds forth : 
 
12 FAMILY DEVOTION. 
 
 Now begin thy boundless sway, 
 Usher in the glorious day. — S. Songs. 
 
 58 .Sevens — Nurcmburgh, "Rock of Ages. 
 Evening. 
 
 1 Now from labor and from care 
 Evening shades have set me free ; 
 
 In the work of praise and prayer, 
 
 Lord, I would converse with thee : 
 Oh ! behold me frcm above, 
 Fill me with a Savior's love. 
 
 2 Sin and sorrow, guilt and wo, 
 Wither all my earthly joys ; 
 
 Nought can charm me here below 
 
 But my Savior's melting voice: 
 Lord, forgive, thy grace restore, 
 Make me thine for evermore. 
 
 3 For the blessings of this day, 
 For the mercies of this hour, 
 
 For the Gospel's cheering ray, 
 For the spirit's quick'ning power, 
 
FAMILY DEVOTION. 13 
 
 Grateful notes to thee I raise ; 
 
 Oh ! accept my song of praise. — S. Songs. 
 
 3. S. M.— Clapton, Watchman, St. Tho- 
 mas, Shirland. 
 Morning. 
 
 ASKING FOR SPIMTCAL LIGHT. 
 
 1 We lift our hearts to thee, 
 Thou Day-star from on high! 
 
 The sun itself is but thy shade, 
 Yet cheers both earth and sky. 
 
 2 O let tby rising beams 
 Dispel Che shades of night; 
 
 And let the glories of thy love 
 Come like the morning light. 
 
 3 How beauteous nature now! 
 How dark and sad before ! — 
 
 With joy we viewtiie pleasing change, 
 And nature's God adore. 
 
 4 May we this life improve, 
 To mourn for errors past ; 
 
14 FAMILY DEVOTION. 
 
 And live this short revolving day, 
 As if it were our last. — Meth. Coll. 
 
 4. Sevens — Pleyel's Hymn, German Air. 
 
 Evening. 
 
 1 Softly now the light of day 
 Fades upon my sight away ; 
 Free from care, from labor free, 
 Lord I would commune with thee. 
 
 2 Soon, for me, the light of day 
 Shall for ever pass away ; 
 Then from sin and sorrow free, 
 Take me, Lord, to dwell with thee. 
 
 Epis. Coll 
 
 5. Sevens — Pleyel's Hymn, German Air. 
 
 Morning. 
 
 1 Thou, O Lord, didst hear my cry, 
 Thy protecting hand was nigh ; 
 Peaceful slumbers thou didst shed 
 On my weary, drooping head 
 
FAMILY DEVOTION. 15 
 
 2 Gently, with the dawning ray, 
 On my soul thy beams display ; 
 Sweeter than the smiling morn 
 Let thy cheering light return.— Alton. 
 
 6. S. M.— Watchman, Clapton, Shirland. 
 Morning. 
 
 1 Serene I laid me down 
 Beneath his guardian care : 
 
 1 slept — and I awoke, and found 
 My kind Preserver near. 
 
 2 Thus does thine arm support 
 This weak, defenceless frame 
 
 But whence these favors, Loi-d, to roe, 
 All worthless as I am? 
 
 3 Oh ! how shall I repay 
 The bounties of my God? 
 
 This feeble spirit pants beneath 
 The pleasing, painful load. 
 
16 FAMILY DEVOTION. 
 
 4 My life I would anew 
 
 Devote, O Lord, to thee : 
 And in thy service I would spend 
 
 A long eternity. — Dwight. 
 
 7. C. M. — Retirement, Remembrance, 
 
 Barby. 
 
 Evening. 
 
 THANKS AND CONFESSION. 
 
 1 How great the mercies from above, 
 That compass me around ; 
 
 But oh ! how few returns of love 
 Hath my Creator found. 
 
 2 "What have I done for him who died 
 To save my wretched soul % 
 
 How are my follies multiplied, 
 Fast as the minutes roll ! 
 
 3 Lord, with this guilty heart of mine 
 To thy dear cross I flee, 
 
 And to thy grace my soul resign, 
 To be renew'd by thee. 
 
FAMILY DEVOTION. 17 
 
 4 Sprinkled afresh by pard'ning blood, 
 
 I lay me down to rest ; 
 As in th' embraces of my God, 
 
 Or on my Savior's breast. — Anon. 
 
 8. 7's & 6's.— " From Greenland's Icy 
 
 Mountains. " 
 
 Evening. 
 
 Song of Redeeming Mercy. 
 
 1 And now, while daylight closes, 
 To bring the hour of rest, 
 
 My spirit soft reposes 
 
 On the Redeemer's breast : 
 While on his aid relying, 
 
 I shall not yield to fear ; 
 Living, or dead, o.r dying, 
 
 A Savior still is near. 
 
 2 lie saw my soul in danger, 
 Ere yet I knew his grace ; 
 
 A.nd bade me, once a stranger 
 Behold his smiling face : 
 2 
 
 
18 FAMILY DEVOTION. 
 
 My heart for sin was mourning, 
 
 I pray'd to be forgiven ; 
 And soon to Jesus turning, 
 
 I felt the joys of heaven. 
 
 3 He took away my sadness, 
 
 And fill'd my Soul with hope ; 
 Oh ! then, with songs of gladness. 
 
 My heart was lifted up : — 
 Since then, I love and fear him, 
 
 His blessing I implore ; 
 And daily I draw near him, 
 
 And feel his saving power 
 
 9. C. M. — Retirement, Rochester, 1 
 borough, Remembrance. 
 Morning or Evening. 
 
 1 On thee, each morning, O my God, 
 My waking thoughts attend ; 
 
 In thee are founded all my hopes, 
 In thee my wishes end. 
 
FAMILY DEVOTION. 19 
 
 2 My soul, in pleasing wonder lost, 
 Thy boundless love surveys ; 
 
 And fir'd with grateful zeal, prepares 
 A sacrifice of praise. 
 
 3 When evening slumbers press my eyes, 
 With his protection blest, 
 
 In peace and safety I commit 
 My wearied limbs to rest 
 
 4 My spirit, in his hand, serene, 
 Fears no approaching ill : 
 
 For, whether waking or asleep, 
 Thou, Lord, art with me still.— Anon. 
 
 TO. L. M.—Uxbridge, Duke- Street, Sea 
 
 sons. 
 
 Evening and. Morning. 
 
 1 My God, how endless is thy love ! 
 
 Thy gifts are every evening new ; 
 And morning mercies from above 
 
 Gently distil like early dew. 
 
5JU FAMILY DEVOTION. 
 
 2 Thou spread'st the curtain 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 pow'rs to thy command, 
 To thee I consecrate my days : 
 
 Perpetual blessings from thy hand 
 Demand perpetual songs of praise. 
 
 Watte. 
 
 11. 7's & 6's. — "From Greenland's Icy 
 
 Mountains." 
 
 A Bright Sabbath Morning. 
 
 1 The rosy light is dawning 
 Upon the mountain's brow; 
 
 It is the Sabbath morning- 
 Arise and pay thy vow. 
 
 Lift up thy voice to heaven 
 In sacred praise and prayer, 
 
 While unto thee is given 
 The light of life to share, 
 
FAMILY DEVOTION. 31 
 
 2 The landscape lately shrouded 
 
 By evening's paler ray, 
 Smiles beauteous and unclouded 
 
 Before the eye of day : 
 So let our souls, benighted 
 
 Too long in folly's shade, 
 By thy kind smiles be lighted 
 
 To joys that never fade. 
 8 O see those waters, streaming 
 
 In crystal purity ; 
 While earth with verdure teeming, 
 
 Gives rapture to the eye ! 
 Let rivers of salvation 
 
 In larger currents flow, 
 'Till ev'ry tribe and nation 
 
 Their healing virtues know. 
 
 13. CM.— Retirement, Dundee, Barby. 
 Sabbath. Moraiing. 
 
 1 Again the Lord of life and light 
 Awakes the kindling ray, 
 
22 FAMILY DEVOTION. 
 
 Dispels the darkness of the night, 
 And pours increasing day. 
 
 2 Oh ! what anight was that which wrapt 
 A sinful world in gloom ! 
 
 Oh ! what a Son, who broke, this day, 
 Triumphant from the tomb ! 
 
 3 This day be grateful homage paid, 
 And loud hosannas sung : 
 
 Let gladness dwell in ev'ry heart, 
 And praise on ev'ry tongue. 
 
 4 Ten thousand thousand lips shall join 
 To hail this welcome morn, 
 
 "Which scatters blessings from its wings 
 To nations yet unborn. — Barbauld. 
 
 13. LM- Park-street, Rothwell, Luton. 
 Sabbath. Evening Praise. 
 
 t Lord of the Sabbath, thee we praise 
 For all these holy, happy days, 
 
FAMILY DEVOTION. 23 
 
 To dying man in mercy giv'n, 
 
 As foretastes of the bliss of heav'n. 
 
 2 We thank thee for the morning light, 
 Follow'd by hours divinely bright ; 
 We thank thee for the evening shade, 
 For solemn meditation made. 
 
 3 We thank thee for that blest abode, 
 The temple of the living God ! 
 
 We thank thee for the precious word 
 And ordinances of the Lord. 
 
 4 But oh ! what praise to thee is due, 
 That we are taught by faith to view 
 A Savior, " crucified and slain," 
 Waking from death, on high to reign. 
 
 5 O Savior God, to whom are giv'n 
 
 The realms of earth, the hosts of heav'n. 
 Before thy glorious throne we fall, 
 And worship thee as Lord of all. 
 
24 FAMILY DEVOTION. 
 
 14. L. M. (6 lines}— Pastoral Hymn, 
 
 Wesley ChapeL 
 
 For those who regard Saturday 
 
 EveJiing as Holy Time. 
 
 1 Sweet is the last, the parting ray, 
 That ushers placid evening in ; 
 
 When with the still, expiring day, 
 
 The Sabbath's peaceful hours begin : 
 How grateful to the anxious breast, 
 The sacred hours of holy rest ! 
 
 2 Hush'd is the tumult of the day, 
 And worldly cares and labors cease ; 
 
 While soft the vesper breezes play, 
 
 To hymn the glad return of peace :. 
 Delightful season ; kindly giv'n 
 To turn the wand'ring thoughts to heav'n. 
 
 3 Oft as this peaceful hour shall come, 
 Lord, raise my thoughts from earthly 
 
 things : 
 And bear them to my heav'nly home 
 
FAMILY DEVOTION. 25 
 
 On faith and hope's celestial wings ; 
 Till the last gleam of life decay 
 In one eternal Sabbath day. 
 
 15* C. M. — Retirement, Bar by. 
 
 Secret Devotion. 
 
 1 Far from the world, O Lord, I flee, 
 From strife and tumult far ; 
 
 From scenes where Satan wages still 
 His most successful war. 
 
 2 The calm retreat, the silent shade, 
 With prayer and praise agree ; 
 
 And seem, by thy sweet bounty, made 
 For those who follow thee. 
 
 3 There, if thy Spirit touch the soul, 
 And grace her mean abode, 
 
 Oh ! with what peace, and joy, and love, 
 She communes with her God, 
 
26 FAMILY DEVOTION. 
 
 4 Then, like the nightingale, she pours 
 
 Ker solitary lays j 
 Nor asks a witness of her. song, 
 
 Nor thirsts for human praise. 
 
 6 Author and guardian of my life, 
 Sweet source of light divine ; 
 
 And— all harmonious names in one- 
 Blest Savior, thou art mine. 
 
 6 What thanks I owe thee, and what love ; 
 
 And praise, a boundless store, 
 Shall echo through thy realms above, 
 
 When time shall be no more. — Cowper. 
 
 16. C. M. — Barby., Chester, Dunchurch. 
 Secret Prayer at Twilight. 
 
 I I love to steal awhile away 
 From every cumb'ring care ; 
 
FAMILY DEVOTION. 27 
 
 And spend the hours of setting day 
 In humble, grateful prayer. 
 
 2 I love in solitude to shed 
 
 The penitential tear ; 
 And all his promises to plead, 
 
 Where none but God is near. 
 
 3 I love to think on mercies past, 
 And future good implore ; 
 
 And all my cares and sorrows cast 
 On him whom I adore. 
 
 4 I love by faith to take a view 
 Of brighter scenes in heav'n ; 
 
 The prospect doth my strength renew, 
 While here by tempest driv'n. 
 
 5 Thus when life's toilsome day is o'er, 
 May its departing ray 
 
28 FAMILY DEVOTION. 
 
 Be calm as this impressive hour 
 And lead to endless day. — Mrs. Brown 
 
 17. C. M.— Remembrance, Peterborough, 
 Barby. 
 
 Cnildren's Evening Hymn. 
 
 1 Now condescend, Almighty King, 
 To bless this little throng ; 
 
 And kindly listen while we sing 
 Our pleasant evening song. 
 
 2 Brothers and sisters, hand in hand, 
 Our lips together move ; 
 
 O smile upon this little band, 
 Unite our hearts in love. 
 
 3 We come to own the power divine, 
 That watches o'er our days; 
 
 For this our feeble voices join, 
 To God we give the praise. 
 
SEASONS OF PERIL. 29 
 
 4 May we in safety sleep to night, 
 From every danger free ; 
 
 For, Lord, the darkness and the light 
 Are both alike to thee. 
 
 5 And when the rising sun displays 
 His cheerful beams abroad ; 
 
 Then shall our grateful morning lays 
 Declare the love of God. Anon. 
 
 SEASONS OF PERIL. 
 
 18. C. WL.—Barby, Dunchurch, Dundee. 
 
 Submission under Painful Anti- 
 cipations. 
 
 ! The hoar of deep solicitude, 
 
 O Lord, is drawing nigh, 
 When sorrows, like a raging flood, 
 
 Shall lift their waves en high. 
 
30 SEASONS OF PERIL. 
 
 2 Oh ! then to feel thy powerful aid, 
 
 To rest upon thine arm, 
 To have my strength on Jesus staid, 
 Mid danger and alarm ! 
 
 3 When sudden anguish weighs me down, 
 
 And I draw near to death, 
 Let me not feel a Savior's frown 
 
 In every lab'ring breath ; 
 
 4 But let me hear that gentle voice 
 Which bids the waves " be still ;" 
 
 Which makes the trembling heart rejoice, 
 Anchor'd within the veil. 
 
 6 Myself to thee I now resign ; 
 
 Lord, let thy will be done : 
 Body and spirit still are thine, 
 
 And thou art God alone. 
 
SEASONS OF PERIL. 31 
 
 19. 8's. — Birmingham^ Ludlow. 
 Resignation. 
 
 1 Encourage my heart with thy smile, 
 My ever unchangeable Friend ; 
 
 Each season of darkness beguile, 
 And let me exult in the end 
 
 2 'Tis better to suffer and die 
 Beneath thy compassionate rod, 
 
 Than feel my enjoyments run high, 
 But never have thee for my God. 
 
 iTl would not contend with thy will, 
 Whatever that will may decree ; 
 
 But O may each trial I feel 
 Unite me more firmly to thee. 
 
32 SEASONS OF PERIL. 
 
 30. 8's. — Birmingham, Ludlow, Solitude. 
 A Promise. 
 
 1 How sweet on thy bosom to rest, 
 When nature's affliction is near ! 
 
 The soul that can trust thee is blest, 
 Thy smiles bring deliv'rance from fear, 
 
 2 The Lord has in kindness declar'd, 
 That those who will trust in his name, 
 
 Shall in the sharp conflict be spar'd, 
 His mercy and love to proclaim. 
 
 3 This promise shall be to my soul 
 A messenger sent from the skies ; 
 
 An anchor when billows shall roll, 
 A refuge when tempests arise. 
 
 4 O Savior, the promise fulfill, 
 
 Its comfort impart to my mind; 
 
 Then calmly I'll bow to thy will — 
 
 To the cup of affliction resign'd. 
 
 Searle. 
 
SEASONS OP PERIL. 33 
 
 21. L. M. — Luton, Repose. 
 
 The Lord notices all our Sor- 
 rows. 
 
 1 Yes, there is One above who knows 
 The griefs which in the bosom lie ; 
 
 Interprets every tear that flows, 
 And reads the language of a sigh. 
 
 2 Think not the Lord from sorrow's 'plaint 
 Will e'er avert a list'ning ear ; 
 
 Think not that he, the spirit faint, 
 With his rich grace will cease to cheer. 
 
 3 Rest then the burden of your grief 
 On that kind arm which never fails ; 
 
 Trust in that promise of relief 
 Which to the sorrowing saint avails. 
 
 Searle, 
 
34 SEASONS OP PERIL. 
 
 33. L.C.M.— Courtville, Warning Voice. 
 
 Consolations drawn from Past 
 Mercies. 
 
 1 O strange infirmity, to think 
 That he will leave my soul to sink 
 
 In darkness and distress : 
 Who has appear'd in times of old, 
 Wlio sav'd me while the billows roll'd, 
 
 And cheer'd me with his grace. 
 
 2 What sweeter pledge could God bestow, 
 Of help in future scenes of wo, 
 
 Than grace already giv'n? 
 But unbelief, that hateful thing, 
 Oft makes me sigh, when I should sing 
 
 Of confidence in heaven. Searle. 
 
 _ 33. 8's&7's— Dismission, Harvest Hymn. 
 Against Gloomy Thoughts. 
 1 Why, when storms around you gather, 
 Should your trembling spirit sink? 
 
SEASONS OP PERIL. 55 
 
 Look to God your Heav'nly Father, 
 And of his sweet promise think. 
 
 2 Fancy will be often painting 
 Scenes in dark and fearful shade ; 
 
 Yet why should thy soul be fainting, 
 Of prospective woes afraid? 
 
 3 Cease that dark anticipation ; 
 Still let love and faith abound ; 
 
 For the day of tribulation, 
 Strength sufficient will be found. 
 
 4 God is love, and will not leave you, 
 When you most his kindness need; 
 
 God is true, nor can deceive you, 
 Though your faith be weak indeed. 
 
 ■Searle, 
 
36 SEASONS OF PERIL. 
 
 34. 7's. — German Hymn. 
 
 Strength, equal to the Day. 
 
 Deut. 33:35. 
 
 1 Wait, my soul, upon the Lord, 
 To his gracious promise flee, 
 
 Laying hold upon his word, 
 "As thy day, thy strength shall be." 
 
 2 If the sorrows of thy case 
 Seem peculiar still to thee, 
 
 God has promis'd needful grace — 
 "As thy day, thy strength shall be." 
 
 3 Days of trial, days of grief, 
 
 In succession thou niay'st see ; 
 This is still thy sweet relief— 
 "As thy day, thy strength shall be." 
 
 4 Rock of Ages, I'm secure, 
 With thy promise full and free ; 
 
 Faithful, positive, and sure, 
 
 'As thy day, thy strength shall be." 
 
SEASONS OF PERIL. 37 
 
 25. S. M.— Aylesbury, St. Giles. 
 Prayer for Help. 
 
 1 Dear Lord, before thy throne, 
 
 Behold thy handmaid fall : 
 Wilt thou not hear the secret groan, 
 
 And listen when I call 1 
 
 8 Oppress'd, to thee I fly ; 
 
 Thy promised help afford ; 
 No other refuge is there nigh, 
 
 But thine, Almighty Lord. 
 
 3 Now, in my low estate, 
 Do thou remember me ; 
 
 One smile my fear shall dissipate, 
 And make the darkness flee. 
 
 4 Stretch out thy powerful arm, 
 On thee my soul shall rest ; 
 
 Soeak, Lord, and sweet will be the calm 
 Within my anxious breast.— Sear le. 
 
38 SEASONS OP PERIL. 
 
 26. S. M— St. Thomas, Clapton, Dover, 
 
 Conflict. 
 
 Christian Courage. 
 
 1 Give to the winds thy fears, 
 Hope and be undisinay'd ; 
 
 God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears, 
 He will lift up thy head. 
 
 2 Through waves, and clouds, and storms, 
 The Lord will clear thy way ; 
 
 Wait thou on him, and soon thy night 
 Shall end in joyous day. — Anon. 
 
 %7. C. M. — Dundee, Chester, Windsor. 
 Grotl my Refuge. 
 
 1 Dear Refuge *of my weary soul, 
 On thee, when sorrows rise — 
 
 On thee, when waves of trouble roll, 
 My fainting hope relies. 
 
 2 To thee I tell each rising grief, 
 For thou alone canst heal ; 
 
RECOVERY FROM SICKNESS. 
 
 Thy word can bring a sweet relief 
 For every pain I feel. 
 
 3 But O when gloomy doubts prevail, 
 I fear to call thee mine ; 
 
 The springs of comfort seem to fail, 
 And all my hopes decline. 
 
 4 Thy mercy-seat is open still ; 
 Here let my soul retreat, 
 
 With humble hope, attend thy will, 
 And wait beneath thy feet.— Steele. 
 
 RECOVERY FROM SICK- 
 NESS. 
 »8. S. M.— Clapton, St. Thomas, Dover. 
 1 Kindly the Lord appear'd 
 
 In nature's trying hour ; 
 My sinking soul his mercy cheery 
 
 1 felt his strength'ning power. 
 
40 RECOVERY FROM SICKNESS. 
 
 2 He found me on the bed 
 Of languishing and pain ; 
 
 Bade me on him recline my head, 
 Nor seek his aid in vain. 
 
 3 I saw his mighty arm 
 Stretched o'er the rolling wave : 
 
 He snatch'd my life from threat : ning harm 
 And show'd his pow'r to save. 
 
 4 How then can I refuse 
 The tributary strain? 
 
 The Lord my wasted strengtbwenews, 
 And makes me well again. 
 
 5 O may my future days 
 True gratitude display : 
 
 Nor only speak, but live his praise, 
 Through each revolving day.—Searle 
 
RECOVERY FROM SICKNESS. 41 
 29. L.M.— Duke-street, Seasons. 
 Gratitude for Recovery. 
 
 1 Disdain not, O eternal King, 
 
 To hear thy grateful handmaid sing; 
 O for a seraph's ardent flame, 
 To celebrate thy glorious name ! 
 
 2 To him who sav'd me from my fears, 
 And wip'd away my falling tears ; 
 Who in my weakness made me strong — 
 To him I'll consecrate my song. 
 
 3 Awake, awake, and tune the lyre, 
 Almighty love the song inspire ; 
 
 let me ne'er attempt in vain 
 The pure and elevated strain. 
 
 4 Rais'd from the borders of the grave, 
 
 1 sing thy mighty power to save ; 
 My rescued soul shall trust in thee, 
 Through time and in eternity.— Searle. 
 
42 RECOVERY FROM SICKNESS.- 
 30. C. M. — Remembrance, Peterborough. 
 Song of Deliverance. 
 
 1 The song of gratitude I'll raise 
 Up to thy high abode, 
 
 For thou hast fill'd my mouth with praise, 
 My ever-gracious God. 
 
 2 Dangers were gath'ring round my head, 
 The hour of conflict came ; 
 
 What time my spirit was afraid, 
 I trusted in thy name. 
 
 3 That hour of agony is past, 
 Which many a life destroys ; 
 
 Sorrow and anguish fled in haste, 
 And left me to my joys. W 
 
 4 What shall I render to the Lord, 
 Who brought me from the grave ; 
 
 For ever be his name ador'd, 
 For he is strong to save. 
 
RECOVERY FROM SICKNESS. 43 
 
 6 As upward waft those infant sighs, 
 My thoughts to heav'n ascend; 
 
 Joy, love, and gratitude arise, 
 And praise shall never end. 
 
 31. C M.— Moravian Hymn, Remem- 
 brance. 
 Recovery from Sickness. 
 
 1 My God, thy service well demands 
 The remnant of my days ; 
 
 Why was this fleeting breath renew'd, 
 But to renew thy praise 1 
 
 2 Thine arm of everlasting love 
 Did this weak frame sustain ; 
 
 When life was hov'ring o'er the grave, 
 And nature sunk with pain. 
 
 3 Calmly I bowed my fainting head _ 
 On thy dear faithful breast ; 
 
 Pleas'd to obey my Father's call 
 To his eternal rest. 
 
44 RECOVERY FROM SICKNESS. 
 
 4 Back from the borders of the grave 
 
 At thy command I come ; 
 Nor will I ask a speedier flight 
 
 To my celestial home. 
 
 6 Where thou appointest my abode, 
 There I would choose to be ; 
 
 For in thy presence death is life, 
 And earth is heav'n with thee.— Anon. 
 
 33. C. M. — New Cambridge, Harleigh, 
 Remembrance, Peterborough. 
 
 Confiding in God. 
 
 1 To thee, my God, my heart shall bring 
 The lively grateful song : 
 
 Thy faithfulness I fain would sing, 
 With rapture on my tongue. 
 
 2 Amid the glories of thy name, 
 Thy truth exalted shines ; 
 
45 
 
 And thou for ever art the same ; 
 How gracious thy designs. 
 
 3 When, in the bour of deep distress, 
 To thee, my God, I cry'd, 
 
 Thy strength divine, 'mid helplessness, 
 My fainting heart suppli'd. 
 
 4 And wilt thou all my hopes fulfill? 
 To thee the work belongs ; 
 
 Let endless mercy guide me still, 
 And tune my feeble songs.— Steele. 
 
 BIRTHS. 
 
 33. 7's&8's. — Dismission. 
 
 TSiongnts on an. Infant. 
 
 1 Mother bids thee, lovely stranger, 
 Welcome to a world of care ; 
 
 Where attends thee many a danger, 
 Where awaits thee many a snare. 
 
46 BIRTHS. 
 
 2 Sore disease will bid thee languish, 
 Sorrow's night will often frown, 
 
 Guilt will fill thy heart with anguish, 
 And temptations cast thee down. 
 
 3 Yet indulge no dark surmises ; 
 Hope shall build a fairer scene ; 
 
 Many a blessing round thee rises, 
 And thy visions are serene. 
 
 4 Oh ! may heav'n in love defend thee 
 'Mid life's dangers and alarms ; 
 
 And may blessings still attend thee 
 Circled in a Savior's arms.— Anon. 
 
 34. C. M. — Remembrance, Barby. 
 A Mother's Joys. 
 
 1 Say, while you press with growing love, 
 
 The darling to your breast : 
 And all a mother's pleasure prove, 
 
 Are you entirely blest 1 
 
BIRTHS. 47 
 
 2 Ah no . a thousand tender cares 
 By turns your thoughts employ ; 
 
 Now rising hopes, now anxious fears, 
 And grief succeeds to joy. 
 
 3 To God be all your cares resign'd, 
 Now on his bosom rest ; 
 
 No earthly comforts are design'd 
 To make you fully blest.- -Steele. 
 
 35. 7's. — Nuremburgk. 
 
 Pious Tliouglits. 
 
 1 Gentle stranger, fearless come, 
 To our quiet, happy home ; 
 
 Bud of being, beauty's flower, 
 Sprung to birth this smiling hour, 
 While upon thy form we gaze, 
 Grateful thoughts to heav'n we raise. 
 
 2 Nothing yet thine eyes can see 
 Of the world's dim mystery ; 
 
48 BIRTHS. 
 
 Of the tumult and the strife 
 That embitter human life — 
 But thy Maker's eye can view 
 Present scenes and future too. 
 
 3 Little can thy bosom know 
 Of the joys and griefs that flow 
 From a heart impure within, 
 From a world defiled by sin : 
 Yet if trembling life is spar'd, 
 Heav'n in mercy be thy guard. 
 
 4 Savior, from thy heav'nly throne 
 Smile upon this little one ; 
 
 Let thy spirit be its guide, 
 Let its wants be well suppli'd; 
 Cleanse it by thy precious blood, 
 Fit it for thy high abode. 
 
ID 
 
 36. C. M.— Remembrance, Barby. 
 Blessings invoked on an Infant* 
 
 1 Blessings attend thee, little one, 
 Sweet pledge of mutual love ! 
 
 On this new coast a stranger thrown, 
 Directed from above. 
 
 2 O may the hand that hither led, 
 For ever be thy guide ; 
 
 And may no sorrows round thee spread, 
 Nor dangers press thy side. 
 
 3 Live to reward thy parents' heart, 
 For every kindness giv'n : 
 
 And when earth's fleeting scenes depart, 
 Rejoice with them in heav'n 
 
 Bost. Spec, 
 
50 
 
 CHILDREN DEDICATED 
 TO GOD. 
 
 87. C. M. — Remembrance, Peterborough. 
 
 Matthew, 19 : 14. 
 
 1 Thy life I read, my dearest Lord, 
 With transport all divine ; 
 
 Thine image trace in every word, 
 Thy love in every line. 
 
 2 Methinks I see a thousand charms 
 Spread o'er thy lovely face ; 
 
 While infants in thy tender arms 
 Receive thy blest embrace. 
 
 3 Oh ! take our offspring to thy care, 
 Fill them with grace divine ; 
 
 Dear Savior ! all we have and are 
 Shall be for ever thine. — Stennet. 
 
DEDICATED TO GOD. 51 
 
 38. L. 'M.—Uxbridge, Quito. Luton. 
 Asking for a Cliiid's Sanctifi- 
 eatiosa. 
 
 1 O Lord, encouraged by thy grace, 
 We bring our infant to thy throne ; 
 
 Give it within thy heart a place, 
 Let it be thine, and thine alone. 
 
 2 Remove from it each stain of guilt, 
 And let this child be sanctified ; 
 
 Lord, thou canst cleanse it, if thou wilt, 
 And all its native evils hide. 
 
 3 We ask not for it earthly bliss, 
 
 Or earthly honors, wealth or fame ; 
 The sum of our request is this — 
 That it may love and fear thy name. 
 
 4 This infant we by faith commit 
 
 To thy kind love and guardian care ; 
 We lay it at the Savior's feet ; 
 He will not let it perish there.— Searle. 
 
52 CHILDREN 
 
 39. S. M.— Clapton, St. Thomas, Dover. 
 The Covenant. 
 
 1 How great thy mercies, Lord, 
 How bounteous is thy grace, 
 
 Which in the cov'nant of thy love 
 Includes our rising race. 
 
 2 The promise, how divine, 
 To Abr'am and his seed ; 
 
 " I'll be a God to thee and thine, 
 '•' Supplying every need." 
 
 3 These children of our care 
 We dedicate to God ; 
 
 We plead the promise in our prayer, 
 We plead thy precious blood. 
 
 4 Thy goodness we adore, 
 
 We sing thy matchless grace — 
 The covenant for ever sure 
 To thy believing race. 
 
 Salisbury Coll 
 
DEDICATED TO GOD. 53 
 
 40. S. 'hi.— Clapton, Dover, St. Thomas, 
 Cambridge. 
 
 Children brought to Christ. 
 
 1 The Savior kindly calls 
 Our children to nis breast ; 
 
 He folds them in his gracious arms, 
 Himself declares them blest. 
 
 2 "Let them approach," he cries, 
 " Nor scorn their humble claim ; 
 
 "The heirs ofheav'n are such as these; 
 "For such as these I came." 
 
 3 With joy we bring them, Lord, 
 Devoting them to thee : 
 
 Imploring that, as we are thine, 
 Thine may our offspring be. 
 
 Epis. ColL 
 
&4 CHILDREN 
 
 41. C M. — Retirement, New Cambridge, 
 Peterborough. 
 
 Cfilldreia r.oi to toe forbidden. 
 
 1 Behold what condescending love 
 Jesus on earth displays; 
 
 To little children he extends 
 The riches of his grace. 
 
 2 He still the ancient promise keeps, 
 To our forefathers giv'n ; 
 
 Young children in his arms he takes, 
 And calls them heirs of heav'n. 
 
 3 Forbid them not whom Jesus calls, 
 Nor dare the claim resist ; 
 
 Since his own lips to us declare, 
 Of such will heav'n consist. 
 
 4 With flowing tears and thankful hearts 
 We give them up to thee : 
 
 Receive them, Lord, into thine arms, 
 Thine may they ever be.- Doddridge, 
 
DEDICATED TO GOD. 55 
 
 42. C. M. — Remembrance, Peterborough. 
 Cliiltlren brought to Christ. 
 
 Mark 10 : 14. 
 
 1 See, Israel's gentle Shepherd stands 
 With all-engaging charms : 
 
 Hark ! how he calls the tender lambs, 
 And folds them in his arms. 
 
 2 " Permit them to approach," he cries, 
 " Nor scorn their humble name ; 
 
 "For 'twas to bless such souls as these 
 "The Lord of angels came." 
 
 3 We bring them now with thankful handsi, 
 And yield Ihem up to thee : 
 
 Joyful that we ourselves are thine ; 
 Thine let our offspring be. 
 
 4 Ye little flock, with pleasure hear— 
 Ye children, seek his face; 
 
 And fly with transport to receive 
 The blessings of his grace. 
 
56 CHILDREN 
 
 5 If orphans they are left behind, 
 
 Thy guardian care we trust ; 
 Thy care shall heal our bleeding hearts, 
 
 If weeping o'er their dust. — Doddridge, 
 
 4:3. L. M. — Duke-street, Quito, Uxbridge, 
 Seasons, Repose. 
 
 Dedication of a young Child in 
 reference to the Ministry. 
 
 1 Long as he lives he shall be thine : 
 This cherish'd gift I now restore ; 
 
 Nor longer call the treasure mine, 
 Giv'n to my God for evermore. 
 
 2 Still firm in purpose and sincere, 
 This dedication, Lord, shall stand 
 
 The child shall now be doubly dear, 
 As kept and guided by thine hand. 
 
 3 Let him be early taught of God ; 
 Prepare him in the days of youth, 
 
DEDICATED TO GOD. 57 
 
 Amid the courts of thy abode 
 To bear the messages of truth. 
 
 4 Be this the object of my heart, 
 Be this the burden of my prayer, 
 
 That he thy Gospel may impart 
 To those who shall thy mercy share. 
 
 5 And may thy Spirit, dearest Lord, 
 Help me in mem'ry to retain 
 
 Each promise of thy holy word, 
 Till hope her sweet assurance gain. 
 
 44. C. M. T>.— Moravian Hymn, Retire- 
 ment, Bethel, Dunchurch. 
 
 Children not to be Icept foaclt 
 from tlieir Privileges.— Matt. 
 
 10 : 14. 
 
 "Forbid them not," the Savior cried, 
 "But suffer them to come"— 
 
58 CHILDREN 
 
 Ah ! then maternal tears were dried, 
 And unbelief was dumb. 
 
 [2 He took them in his arms, and smil'd; 
 
 He claim'd them as his own ; 
 He bless'd them, and, in accents mild, 
 
 Made his kind purpose known.] 
 
 3 "Forbid them not to come to me, 
 " The blessing shall be giv'n ; 
 
 " For, child-like shall the temple be 
 "Of all the heirs of heav'n. 
 
 4 "Forbid them not to come to me, 
 " Bring them, an off' ring pure ; 
 
 "The promise is to thine and thee ; 
 "The covenant is sure. 
 
 "Forbid them not, whene'er thou hold 
 "Communion with thy God; 
 
DEDICATED TO GOD. 59 
 
 "But plead for mercies manifold, 
 "Through my atoning blood. 
 
 6 "Forbid them not, from day to day, 
 " Parental discipline ; 
 
 "At home, abroad, and by the way, 
 "The Gospel light must shine. 
 
 7 "Forbid them not the house of prayer, 
 "Where all my followers meet ; 
 
 "For I will deign to bless them there, 
 "From heaven's high mercy-seat." 
 
 8 Lord, we believe and we obey, 
 We bring them at thy word : 
 
 Be thou our children's strength and stay, 
 Their portion and reward. 
 
 West Recorder. 
 
60 INSTRUCTION. 
 
 INSTRUCTION. 
 
 45. Sevens. — PleyeVs Hymn, German 
 Air. 
 
 Asking for Divine Assistance in 
 teaching Children. 
 
 1 Lord, assist us by thy grace 
 To instruct our infant race ; 
 Grant us wisdom from above, 
 Fill us with a Savior's love. 
 
 2 Let us in thy peace abide, 
 In thy promises confide, 
 While our seed with ready zeal, 
 Learn of us to do thy will. 
 
 3 May we teach them day by day, 
 In the house and by the way, 
 When they rise or go to rest, 
 
 Till thy truth shall make them blest. 
 
INSTRUCTION. 61 
 
 4 While in childhood's tender age 
 They unfold the sacred page. 
 May they see in every line, 
 Kindling rays of light divine. 
 
 5 Precious Savior, hear our prayer, 
 We commit them to thy care ; 
 
 Be their Shepherd and their guide, 
 Bring them to thy bleeding side. 
 
 46. Sevens.— Pleyel's Hymn, German 
 Air, Norwich. 
 
 Confession, and Prayer for As- 
 sistance. 
 
 1 Grant us wisdom, gracious Lord, 
 To instruct our children dear ; 
 
 And thy special aid afford, 
 While for them we kneel in prayer. 
 
62 INSTRUCTION. 
 
 2 Oh ! how ignorant and weak ! 
 
 How imperfect in our zeal ! 
 Guilty, while to Heav'n we speak- 
 
 Jesus, Lord, our pardon seal ' 
 
 3 Help us still our work of love 
 Daily, hourly, to pursue ; 
 
 While thy Spirit from above 
 Shall our children's souls renew. 
 
 4 For this blessing now we plead, 
 Send thy Holy Spirit down ; 
 
 Smile on us and on our seedj 
 Make thy power and glory known. 
 
 5 Thou hast heard our solemn prayer, 
 We are thine, for ever thine : 
 
 Take these children to thy care, 
 Fill their hearts with grace divine. 
 
INSTRUCTION. 63 
 
 4L7. Sevens. — PleyeVs Hymn, German 
 Hymn, Preparation. 
 
 Cliililren Exported. 
 
 1 Children, listen to the Lord, 
 And obey his gracious word ; 
 
 Seek his love with heart and mind. 
 Early seek, and you shall find. 
 
 2 Sorrowful your sins confess, 
 Plead his perfect righteousness ; 
 
 See the Savior's bleeding side ; 
 Come — you will not be denied. 
 
 3 For his worship now prepare, 
 Kneel to him in fervent prayer; 
 
 Serve him with a perfect heart. 
 Never from his ways depart. 
 
 Union Minstrel. 
 
64 INSTRUCTION. 
 
 4:8. Sevens. — PleyeVs Hymn, Norwich. 
 
 Prayer for Conversion and 
 Sanctification of Children. 
 
 1 God of mercy, hear our prayer 
 For the children thou hast giv'n ; 
 
 Let them all thy blessing share, 
 Grace on earth and bliss in heav'n. 
 
 2 In the morning of their days 
 
 May their hearts be drawn to thee ; 
 Let them learn to lisp thy praise 
 In their earliest infancy. 
 
 3 When we see their passions rise — 
 Sinful habits unsubdu'd; 
 
 Then to thee we lift our eyes, 
 That their hearts may be renew'd. 
 
 4 Cleanse their ?ouls from ev'ry stain, 
 Through the Savior's precious blood ; 
 
INSTRUCTION. 65 
 
 Let them all be born again, 
 And be reconcil'd to God. 
 
 • 5 For this mercy, Lord, we cry ; 
 
 Bend thine ever-gracious ear ; 
 While on thee our souls rely, 
 
 Hear our prayer, in mercy hear. 
 
 4r9. C. M. — Remembrance, Bethel, Barby. 
 The Young exliorted. 
 
 1 Ye hearts with youthful vigor warm, 
 In smiling crowds draw near, 
 
 And turn from ev'ry mortal charm, 
 A Savior's voice ro hear. 
 
 2 He, Lord of all the worlds on high, 
 Stoops to converse with you ; 
 
 And lays his radiant glories by, 
 Your friendship to uursue. 
 5 
 
66 INSTRUCTION. 
 
 3 The soul that longs to see his face, 
 Is sure his love to gain ; 
 
 And those that early seek his grace, 
 Shall never seek in vain. 
 
 4 What object, Lord, my soul should move, 
 If once compared with thee? 
 
 What beauty should command my love, 
 Like what in Christ I see 1 
 
 5 Away, ye false, delusive toys, 
 Vain tempters of the mind ! 
 
 Tis here I fix my lasting choice, 
 And here true bliss I find. 
 
 Doddridge. 
 
INSTRUCTION. 67 
 
 50.C. M.— Moravian Hymn, Retirement. 
 Tlie All-seeing God. 
 
 1 Almighty God, thy piercing eye 
 Strikes through the shades of night, 
 
 And our most secret actions lie 
 All open to thy sight. 
 
 2 There's not a sin which we commit, 
 Nor wicked word we say, 
 
 But in thy awful book 'tis writ, 
 Against the judgment day. 
 
 3 And must the crimes which we have done 
 Be read and publish' d there — 
 
 Be all expos'd before the sun, 
 While men and angels hear? 
 
 4 Lord, at thy feet asham'd I lie ; 
 Upward I dare not look . 
 
 Pardon my sins, O God most nt**v 
 And blot them from thy book 
 
68 INSTRUCTION. 
 
 5 Remember all the dying pains 
 Which my Redeemer felt ; 
 
 And let his blood wash out my stains, 
 And answer for my guilt. 
 
 6 O may I now for ever fear 
 T' indulge a sinful thought, 
 
 Since the great God can see and hear, 
 And punish every fault.— Watts. 
 
 51. CM. — Peterborough, Windsor. 
 
 A little Child's Confession. 
 
 1 Lord, I donfess before thy face, 
 How guilty 1 have been ; 
 
 Look down from heav'n, thy dwelling place, 
 And pardon all my sin. 
 
 2 Forgive my temper, Lord, I pray, 
 My passion and my prir"e ; 
 
 The wicked words I dar'd to say, 
 And wicked thoughts beside. 
 
MATERNAL ASSOCIATIONS. RJ 
 
 3 I cannot lay me down to rest 
 In quiet on my bed, 
 
 Until with shame I have confess'd 
 The naughty things I've said. 
 
 4 For Jesus' sake forgive my crime, 
 And change tliis wicked heart — 
 
 grant me grace in future time 
 
 To act a better part.— Am. Trad. Mag. 
 
 MEETINGS OF MATERNAL 
 ASSOCIATIONS." 
 
 53. S. M. — Dover, Clapton, Watchman. 
 
 Invocation. 
 
 1 Come, Holy Spirit, come, 
 Let thy bright beams arise ; 
 
 Dispel the sorrows from our minds, 
 The darkness from our eyes. 
 
 * Other heads will be found to contain appro- 
 priate Hymns for such occasions, where any 
 thing occurs of a special character.— See Index, 
 
70 MATERNAL ASSOCIATIONS. 
 
 2 Convince us of our sin ; 
 Then lead to Jesus' blood ; 
 
 And to our wond'ring view reveal 
 The secret love of God. 
 
 3 'Tis thine to cleanse the heart, 
 To sanctify the soul— 
 
 To pour fresh life in every part, 
 And new create the whole. 
 
 4 Revive our drooping faith, 
 Our doubts and fears remove, 
 
 And kindle in our breasts a flame 
 Of never-dying love. — Hart. 
 
 53. C. M.— Dundee, Barby. 
 
 Invocation. 
 
 1 Come, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove, 
 With all thy quick'ning powers ; 
 
 Kindle a flame of sacred love 
 In these cold hearts of ours. 
 
MATERNAL ASSOCIATIONS. 71 
 
 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 vaki we tune our formal songs, 
 In vain we strive to rise ; 
 
 Hosannahs 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, heav'nly Dove, 
 With all thy quick'ning powers ; 
 
 Come shed abroad a Savior's love, 
 And that shall kindle ours.— Watts. 
 
72 MATERNAL ASSOCIATIONS. 
 54. L. M. — Quito, Uxbridge, All Saints. 
 Prayer Meeting. 
 
 1 Jesus, where'er thy people meet, 
 There they behold thy mercy seat ; 
 Where'er they seek thee thou art found, 
 And every place is hallow'd ground. 
 
 2 Dear Shepherd of thy chosen few, 
 Thy former mercies here renew ; 
 Here to our waiting hearts proclaim 
 The sweetness of thy saving name. 
 
 3 Here may we prove the power of prayer 
 To strengthen faith and sweeten care, 
 
 To teach our faint desires to rise 
 To things unseen beyond the skies. 
 
 4 Lord, we are few, but thou art near, 
 Nor short thine arm, nor deaf thine ear; 
 O rend the heav'ns, in love descend, 
 And let the skies in mercy bend. — Cowper. 
 
MATERNAL ASSOCIATIONS. 73 
 
 55. L. M.— Uxbridge, Duke-sireet, Luton. 
 Matthew, 18 : 20. 
 
 1 Where two or three, with sweet accord, 
 Obed'ient to their sovereign Lord, 
 
 Meet to recount his acts of grace, 
 And offer solemn prayer and praise, 
 
 2 There will the precious Savior be, 
 To bless the little company ; 
 There to unveil his smiling face, 
 And bid his glories fill the place. 
 
 3 We meet at thy command, O Lord, 
 Relying on thy faithful word : 
 
 Now send the Spirit from above, 
 And fill our hearts with heav'nly love. 
 
 Slennei. 
 
74 MATERNAL ASSOCIATIONS. 
 
 56. C. M— Peterborough, New Cam' 
 
 bridge. 
 
 Matthew, 18 : 20. 
 
 1 Wherever two or three may meet, 
 To worship in thy name, 
 
 Bending beneath thy mercy seat, 
 This promise they may claim: 
 
 2 Jesus in love will condescend 
 To bless the hallowed place ; 
 
 The Savior will himself attend, 
 And show his smiling face. 
 
 3 How bright th' assurance ! gracious 1 ord, 
 Fountain of peace and love, 
 
 Fulfill to us thy precious word, 
 Thy loving kindness prove. 
 
 4 Our offspring to thine arms we bring ; 
 Receive our infant race ; 
 
 O tune their lips thy love to sing, 
 And fill their hearts with gracf*. 
 
MATERNAL ASSOCIATIONS. 75 
 
 57. C. M. — Dundee, Clarendon. 
 
 Prayer that Children may live 
 for God. 
 
 1 Great God, we would to thee make known 
 Each fond maternal care ; 
 
 For this we come before thy throne, 
 And bring our children near. 
 
 2 We ask not riches, honor, fame, 
 Or aught the world can give ; 
 
 May they but glorify thy name, 
 And for thy kingdom live. 
 
 3 This is the burthen of our prayer, 
 And when from us they're riven, 
 
 May they be objects of thy care, 
 And heirs, at last, of heaven. 
 
 Mrs. Brown. 
 
76 MATERNAL ASSOCIATIONS. 
 
 58. C. M. — Dunchurch, Dundee, Chester. 
 Prayer for Children. 
 
 1 Within these quiet walls, O Lord, 
 A fond maternal band 
 
 Have met, thy goodness to record, 
 And seek thy guiding hand. 
 
 2 Oft when we talk, our burning hearts 
 Break from the earth away ; 
 
 While faith its hc^y strength imparts, 
 And hope its heav'nly ray. 
 
 3 If e'er a mother's prayerful strain 
 Hath gain'd thy listening ear, 
 
 O ! Savior, now in mercy deign 
 Our ardent cry to hear. 
 
 4 'Tis for our children, Lord, we plead, 
 Dear objects of our care : 
 
 Dangers on every side are spread ; 
 Save them from every snare. 
 
MATERNAL ASSOCIATIONS. 77 
 
 5 O thou blest Guardian Lwalk beside 
 
 Life's river as it rolls ; 
 Light the dark stream o'er which they glide, 
 
 And cleanse and save their souls. 
 
 59. C. Tal.—Dunchurch, Dundee, Barby. 
 
 Asking Spiritual Blessings for 
 Children. 
 
 1 O Lord, behold us at thy feet, 
 A needy sinful band ; 
 
 As suppliants round the mercy-seat, 
 We come at thy command. 
 
 2 'Tis for our children we would plead, 
 The children thou hast giv'n : 
 
 Where should we go in time of need, 
 But to the God of heav'n 1 
 
 3 We ask not for them wealth or fame, 
 Amid the worldly strife ; 
 
78 MATERNAL ASSOCIATIONS. 
 
 But in the all-prevailing name, 
 We ask eternal life. 
 
 4 We crave the Spirit's quick'ning grace 
 
 To make them pure in heart ; 
 That they may stand before thy face, 
 
 And see thee as thou art. 
 
 60. S. M.— Clapton, Watchman, Shir- 
 land. 
 
 Asking Spiritual Blessings for 
 Children. 
 
 1 Great God, now condescend 
 To bless our rising race, 
 
 And make their youthful spirits bend 
 To thy victorious grace. 
 
 2 O what a vast delight, 
 Their penitence to see ! 
 
 Our warmest wishes all unite 
 To lead their souls to thee. 
 
MATERNAL ASSOCIATIONS. 79 
 
 3 Dear Lord, thy spirit pour 
 Upon our infant seed ; 
 
 bring that soul-reviving hour, 
 Which makes them thine indeed. 
 
 4 May they receive thy word, 
 Confess the Savior's name ; 
 
 And follow on to know the Lord ; 
 Nor fear reproach or shame.— Fellows. 
 
 61. S. M.-- Aylesbury, St. Giles. 
 
 Prayer for the Sanctifieatio.n of 
 the Young. 
 
 1 Great God, with heart and tongue, 
 To thee aloud we pray, 
 
 That all our children, while they're young, 
 May walk in wisdom's way. 
 
 2 Now in their early days, 
 Teach them thy will to know ; 
 
80 MATERNAL ASSOCIATIONS. 
 
 God, thy sanctifying grace 
 On every heart bestow. 
 
 3 Make their defenceless youth 
 The object of thy care ; 
 
 Cause them to choose the way of truth, 
 And flee from every snare. 
 
 4 Their hearts to folly prone, 
 Renew by power divine ; 
 
 Unite them to thyself alone, 
 And make them wholly thine.— Anon. 
 
 63. C. M.— Remembrance, Barby, Dun- 
 dee, Peterborough. 
 
 *' First gave themselves to the 
 Iiord." 
 
 1 Come, let us join ourselves to God, 
 In everlasting bands ; 
 
 And seize the blessings he bestows. 
 With eager hearts and hands. 
 
MATERNAL SSOCIATIONS. 81 
 
 2 Come, let us share, without delay, 
 The covenant of his grace ; 
 
 Nor shall the years of distant life 
 Its memory e'er efface. 
 
 3 O may our rising offspring haste 
 To seek their father's God ; 
 
 Nor e'er forsake the happy path 
 Their father's feet have trod. 
 
 Montgomery's Coll. 
 
 63. CM. — Retirement, Moravian Hymn\ 
 Barby, Peterborough. 
 
 Covenant with. Abraham. 
 
 1 How large the promise, how divine, 
 To Abr'am and his seed ; 
 
 " I'll be a God to thee and thine 
 "Supplying every need." 
 
 2 His promise to the seed he loves, 
 Through ages shall endure ; 
 
 6 
 
82 MATERNAL ASSOCIATIONS. 
 
 The Angel of the cov'nant proves, 
 And seals the blessing sure. 
 
 3 Jesus the ancient faith confirms, 
 To our great father giv'n ; 
 
 He takes young children in his arms, 
 And calls them heirs of heav'n. 
 
 4 Our God, how faithful are his ways ! 
 His love endures the same ; 
 
 Nor from the promise of his grace 
 Blots out our children's name. Waits 
 
 64:. S. M.— Clapton, Aylesbury, Watch- 
 man, St. Giles. 
 
 Pleading the Promises. 
 
 1 O God of Abr'am, hear 
 The parent's humble cry , 
 
 In cov'nant mercy now appear 
 While in the dust we lie. 
 
MATERNAL ASSOCIATIONS. 83 
 
 2 These children of our love, 
 In mercy thou hast giv'n, 
 
 That we through grace may faithful prove. 
 In training them for heav'n. 
 
 3 O grant thy Spirit, Lord, 
 Their hearts to sanctify ; 
 
 Remember now thy gracious word ; 
 Our hopes on thee rely. 
 
 4 Draw forth the melting tear, 
 The penitential sigh ; 
 
 Inspire their hearts with faith sincere, 
 And fix their hopes on high. 
 
 5 These children now are thine, 
 We give them back to thee : 
 
 O lead them by thy grace divine, 
 Along the heav'nly way. 
 
 S. Songs. 
 
84 MATERNAL ASSOCIATIONS. 
 
 '65. C. M.— Retirement, Remembrance^ 
 Barby. 
 
 An abiding Covenant. 
 
 2 Sam. 23: 5. 
 
 1 My God, the cov'nant of thy love 
 Abides for ever sure ; 
 
 And in its matchless grace I feel, 
 My happiness secure. 
 
 2 What though my house be not with thee 
 As nature could desire 1 
 
 To nobler joys than nature gives 
 Thy servants all aspire. 
 
 3 Since thou, the everlasting God, 
 My Father art become ; 
 
 Jesus my guardian and my friend, 
 And heav'n my final home, 
 
 4 T welcome all thy sovereign will, 
 For all that will is love : 
 
MATERNAL ASSOCIATIONS. 85 
 
 And when I know not what thou dost, 
 I wait the light above. Doddridge. 
 
 66. 8.M.— Aylesbury, St.' Giles, Watch- 
 man. 
 
 Asking fbr Spiritual Mercies on 
 Children. 
 
 1 Thou God of sovereign grace. 
 In mercy now appeal , 
 
 We long to see thy smiling face, 
 And feel that thou art near. 
 
 2 Receive these lambs to-day, 
 O Shepherd of the flock ! 
 
 And wash the stains of guilt away 
 Beside the smitten Rock. 
 
 3 Thy saving health impart, 
 O Comforter divine ; 
 
 Now make these children pure in heart 
 JVIake them entirely thine. 
 
86 MATERNAL ASSOCIATIONS. 
 
 4 To-day in love descend, 
 
 O come this precious hour ; 
 In mercy now their spirits bend 
 By thy resistless power. 
 
 5 Our lab'ring bosoms bleed 
 Till thou our griefs dispel ; 
 
 Sure is the covenant we plead, 
 In all things order'd well. 
 
 6 Low bending at thy feet, 
 Our offspring we resign : 
 
 Thine "arm is strong, thy love is great, 
 And high thy glories shine. 
 
 67. L. M. — Uxbridge, Quito, Repose. 
 
 Children, committed to the Good 
 Shepherd. 
 
 1 Dear Savior, if these lambs should stray 
 Beyond thy blest enclosure's bound, 
 
MATERNAL ASSOCIATIONS. 87 
 
 And lur'd by worldly joys away, 
 Among the thoughtless crowd be found, 
 
 2 Remember still that they are thine ; 
 That thy dear sacred name they bear ; 
 
 Think that the seal of love divine, 
 The sign of cov'nant grace they wear. 
 
 3 In all their erring, sinful years, 
 O let them ne'er forgotten be ; 
 
 Remember all the pray'rs and tears 
 Which" made them consecrate to thee. 
 
 4 And when these lips no more can pray, 
 These eyes can weep for them no more; 
 
 Turn thou their feet from folly's way, - 
 The wand'rers to thy fold restore. 
 
 Hyde. 
 
MATERNAL ASSOCIATIONS. 
 
 68. 8's and 7's. — Dismission, "Parting 
 Soul." 
 
 Confession of Covenant break- 
 ing. 
 
 1 Lord, we bow with deep contrition, 
 Low before thy throne of grace ; 
 
 Hear us in thy kind compassion. 
 While we seek thy smiling face 
 
 2 Where, but to a bleeding Savior, 
 Should we come for life and peace 7 
 
 Nothing but thy boundless favor, 
 Can our burden'd souls release. 
 
 3 Thou hast witness'd our transgression, 
 Thou hast seen our load of guilt ; 
 
 Witness now our deep confession, 
 Thou, whose precious blood was spilt. 
 
MATERNAL ASSOCIATIONS. 89 
 
 4 Ah, this sin of cov'nant breaking ! 
 Canst thou, wilt thou, Lord, forgive 1 
 
 Shall we hear thy mercy speaking 1 
 Canst thou bid us look and live 1 
 
 5 Pardon, peace, and consolation, 
 At thy bleeding cross we see : 
 
 There we take an humble station, 
 There our children bring to thee. 
 
 69. C. M. — Windsor, Reading, Dundee. 
 
 Pleading in reference to un- 
 godly Children. 
 
 Genesis, 17 : 18. 
 
 1 How did the pious Abr'am pray 
 
 For an ungodly son ! 
 My soul in this accepted day, 
 
 Would make his prayer my own. 
 
90 MATERNAL ASSOCIATIONS. 
 
 2 He could not clasp a sinful child, 
 And lift no prayer above ; 
 
 And shall my offspring be exil'd 
 From God my Father's love 1 
 
 3 Shall cruel spirits drag them down 
 To darkness and despair, 
 
 Beneath th' Almighty's angry frown, 
 To dwell for ever there 1 
 
 4 O Lord ! the dreadful scene forbid, 
 And let our faith revive ; 
 
 If Abr'am might for Ishmael plead, 
 The chosen seed may live. 
 
 Dobell. 
 
MATERNAL ASSOCIATIONS. 91 
 
 70. C. M. — Remembrance, Peterborough, 
 Retirement. 
 
 Praise from Lips of Infancy. 
 
 Psalm 8. 
 
 1 Out of the mouth of infancy 
 O Lord, perfect thy praise ; 
 
 And let each heart, inspir'd by thee 3 
 Its early incense raise. 
 
 2 Then shall the church arise and sing, 
 When infant lips reveal 
 
 The love of Christ, our gracious King, 
 And at his footstool kneel. 
 
 [3 When they with gentle accent speak 
 
 Of thy atoning blood ; 
 The flinty hearts of men will break, 
 
 Their souls submit to God.] 
 
92 MATERNAL ASSOCIATIONS. 
 
 4 When glad hosannas shall ascend 
 From children's feeble voice, 
 
 No enemies shall dare offend. 
 Or interrupt the joys. 
 
 5 When shall the heav'nly song arise 
 Our drooping hearts to cheer 1 
 
 Stoop down in mercy from the skies, 
 And bring salvation near. 
 
 6 The work, O Lord, is wholly thine ; 
 Begin this precious hour, 
 
 And let the Spirit all divine 
 Exert his saving power. 
 
EARLY PIETST. 93 
 
 EARLY PIETY. 
 
 71. C. M. — Bunchurch, Dundee, Barby. 
 ** Teach, us to pray." 
 
 1 Lord, teach a little child to pray, 
 Thy grace betimes impart ; 
 
 And grant thy Holy Spirit may 
 Renew my infant heart. 
 
 2 A helpless creature I was born, 
 And from the birth I stray'd : 
 
 I must be wretched and forlorn 
 Without thy mercy's aid. 
 
 •3 But Christ can all my sins forgive, 
 
 And wash away their stain ; 
 And fit my soul with him to live 
 
 Where he shall ever reign. 
 
94 EARLY PIET7. 
 
 4 To him let youth and children come, 
 For he hath said they may ; 
 
 His bosom then shall be their home, 
 Their tears he'll wipe away. 
 
 5 For those who early seek his face, 
 Shall taste his wondrona love ; 
 
 And he will guide them by his grace, 
 To dwell with him above. 
 
 S. S. Union Coll. 
 
 72. S. M. — Watchman, Shirland. 
 Self-dedication of a Child. 
 
 1 Lord, I would come to thee, 
 A sinner all defil'd ; 
 
 O take the stain of guilt away, 
 And own me as thy child. 
 
 2 I cannot live in sin, 
 And feel a Savior's love ; 
 
EARLY PIETY. 95 
 
 Thy blood can make my spirit ciean, 
 And write my name above. 
 
 3 Among thy little flock 
 
 I need the Shepherd's care ; 
 Pour waters from the smitten Rock, 
 And pastures green prepare 
 
 4 Blest Shepherd, I am thine ; 
 Still keep me in thy fear; 
 
 Now fill my heart with grace divine; 
 Bring thy salvation near. 
 
 73. L. M. — Uxbridge, Duke street. 
 The Infant's Prayer. 
 
 1 Though we are simple, weak and young, 
 Tne Lord will listen when we pray; 
 
 For never from the infant's tongue 
 Did Jesus turn his ear away. 
 
96 EARLY PIETY. 
 
 2 No, he assists the humble prayer, 
 Grants the importunate request ; 
 
 Tells us, that, should we trust his care, 
 He'll ever make us truly blest. 
 
 3 O may his love renew our hearts, 
 And consecrate our fleeting days, 
 
 And when our life on earth departs, 
 Eternal life be spent in praise. 
 
 Am. Tr. Mag. 
 
 74:. C. M. — Peterborough, Remembrance^ 
 J>unchurch. 
 
 The little Pilgrim. 
 
 1 There is a path that leads to God, 
 All others go astray ; 
 
 Narrow and dim cult the road, 
 But Christians love the way. 
 
 2 It leads through this dark world of sin, 
 Where many a snare is cast ; 
 
EARLY PIETY. 97 
 
 But upright souls that walk therein, 
 Will come to heav'n at last. 
 
 3 How shall an infant pilgrim dare 
 This dang'rous path to tread? 
 
 Do I not need a Shepherd's care, 
 To be securely led? 
 
 4 Lord, condescend to be my guide, 
 O let me never stray : 
 
 Uphold my footsteps, lest I slide, 
 Or wander from my way. 
 
 5 Then I may go without alarm, 
 And trust his word of old : 
 
 ' The lambs he'll gather with his arm, 
 'And lead them to the fold.' 
 
 S. S. Hymn Book. 
 
98 EARLY PIETY. 
 
 75. CM. — Remembrance, Rochester. 
 Infant Aspirations. 
 
 1 Almighty God, while earth and heav'n 
 Thy power and skill proclaim ; 
 
 Wilt thou permit a child to sing 
 The honors of thy name 1 
 
 2 May children aim at themes so great, 
 Or raise their notes so high, 
 
 When seraphs, low beneath thy feet, 
 In self-abasement lie 1 
 
 3 I yield my pow'rs to thy employ 
 O may they never rove ! 
 
 Where can I find sublimer joy. 
 Than in this work of love 1 
 
 4 Great God, thou art my hope and 
 
 strength, 
 To thee my spirit flies 
 
EARLY PIETY. 99 
 
 While the glad tribute of my voice 
 In grateful song shall rise. 
 
 5 Joyful I give myself to thee, 
 
 And in thy name confide ; 
 Jesus, my Lord, my Savior be, 
 
 My Father, friend, and guide. 
 
 76. H. M — Weymouth, Bethesda. 
 ¥ Forbid them not." 
 
 1 " Forbid them not to come !" 
 It is the Savior's voice : 
 
 And now in childhood's bloom, 
 We tremble and rejoice. 
 Subdue our hearts, O Lord, to thee ; 
 Let every soul thy temple be. 
 
 2 "Forbid them not to come !" 
 Ye tender parents hear : 
 
 The child in nature's gloom 
 Intreats your ardent prayer. 
 
100 EARLY PIETY. 
 
 take us to the mercy-seat, 
 And lay us down at Jesus' feet 
 
 77. 8' s— Birmingham, Solitude. 
 
 Self-consecration of a little 
 Child. 
 
 1 O Jesus, delight of my soul, 
 
 My Savior, my Shepherd divine ; 
 
 1 yield to thy blessed control; 
 
 My body and spirit are thine. 
 Thy love I can never deserve 
 
 That bids me be happy in thee ; 
 My God and my King I will serve, 
 
 Whose favor is heaven to me. 
 
 2 How can I thy goodness repay, 
 By nature so weak and defil'd? 
 
 Myself I have given away ; 
 O call me thy own little child. 
 
SICKNESS. 101 
 
 And art thou my Father above 1 
 Will Jesus abide in my heart 1 
 
 O bind me so fast with thy love, 
 That I never from thee shall depart. 
 Union Minstrdt 
 
 SICKNESS. 
 
 78 » 7's — Pley el's Hymn. 
 Son of David, hear ! 
 
 1 When the heart is sad within, 
 Burden'd with the weight of sin ; 
 When the spirit sinks with fear, 
 Jesus, Son of David, hear ! 
 
 2 When our heads are bow'd with wo, 
 When our bitter tears o'erflow, 
 When we mourn our children dear, 
 Jesus, Son of David, hear ! 
 
102 SICKNESS. 
 
 3 Thou our throbbing flesh hast worn, 
 Thou our mortal griefs hast borne, 
 Thou hast shed affection's tear : 
 Jesus, Son of David, hear ! 
 
 Hcber's Coll. 
 
 79. 7's and 6's. — "From Greenland's Icy 
 Mountains," Ashjield. 
 
 In Sickue.=s. 
 
 1 Before thy footstool kneeling, 
 
 To thee, O Lord, we cry ; 
 While for thy gift of healing 
 
 We raise our voice on high : 
 Diseases and afflictions 
 
 Thy ready servants are ; 
 Chastisements and corrections 
 
 To quicken us in prayer. 
 
103 
 
 2 We own our guilt and folly, 
 But thou canst still forgive ; 
 
 And thou, most high and holy, 
 
 Canst bid the sick revive : 
 Though now cast down in sorrow, 
 
 In darkness and distress, 
 Jcy may return to-morrow, 
 
 Through thy restoring grace. 
 
 3 As suppliants now before thee, 
 In thy great name we plead ; 
 
 Physician, we adore thee, 
 And trembling ask thine aid : 
 
 Before thy footstool kneeling, 
 To thee, to thee we cry ; 
 
 Send down thy gift of healing, 
 On thee our souls rely. 
 
 8. Songs, 
 
104 SICKNESS. 
 
 80. 8's. — Birmingham, Ludlow. 
 (TVie same subject.) 
 
 1 How frail are these bodies of clay ! 
 How soon all their vigor is lost ! 
 
 They nourish in beauty to-day, 
 To-morrow they mingle with dust. 
 
 2 So flowers in the morning may rise, 
 Unfolding their leaves to the sun ; 
 
 While the breath of each zephyr that sighs, 
 May blast them, and soon they are gone. 
 
 3 Afflictions spring not from the ground. 
 Diseases our Sovereign obey ; 
 
 His hand can heal every wound, 
 Or fill us with death and dismay. 
 
 4 We lie at thy sovereign control, 
 O Lord, in this hour of distress • 
 
105 
 
 Physician of body and soul, 
 Send down thy recovering grace 
 
 5 Oh ! speak, and the dear one shall live, 
 
 Jehovah, almighty to save ! 
 At thy voice e'en the dead shall revive, 
 
 And triumph at last o'er the grave. 
 
 81. L. M. — Quito, Uxbridge, Luton. 
 For a siclc little Child. 
 
 1 Almighty God, I'm very ill ; 
 But cure me, if it be thy will ; 
 For thou canst take away my pain, 
 And make me strong and well again. 
 
 2 Let me be patient all the day, 
 
 And mind what those who nurse me say ; 
 And grant that all I have to take, 
 May do me good, for Jesus's sake. 
 
 American Tract Society. 
 
106 SICKNESS. 
 
 83. CM. — Peterborough, Remembrance. 
 
 Gratitude of a little Child for its 
 Recovery. 
 
 1 I thank the Lord who lives on high, 
 He heard an infant pray, 
 
 And cur'd me, that I should not die, 
 And took my pains away. 
 
 2 O let me love, and serve thee too, 
 As long as I shall live ; 
 
 And every naughty thing I do, 
 I pray thee to forgive. 
 
 Amer. Tract Mag. 
 
 83. S. M.— Clapton, Watchman, Dover. 
 
 The Ijord is piteous* 
 
 1 The pity of the Lord, 
 To those that fear his name 
 
SICKNESS. 107 
 
 Is such as tender parents feel ; 
 He knows our feeble frame. 
 
 2 He knows we are but dust, 
 Scatterd by every breath ; 
 
 His anger, like a rising wind, 
 Can send our souls to death. 
 
 3 Our days are as the grass, 
 Or like tbe morning flower; 
 
 When blasting winds sweep o'er the plain, 
 They wither in an hour. 
 
 4 But thy compassions, Lord, 
 To endless years endure ; 
 
 And children's children ever find 
 Thy words of promise sure. 
 
 Watts. 
 
108 DEATH. 
 
 DEATH. 
 
 84t. L. M. — Repose, Quito, Kingsbridge. 
 
 Death of an Infant. 
 
 1 So fades the lovely blooming flower, 
 Frail smiling solace of an hour ; 
 
 So soon our transient comforts fly, 
 And pleasure only blooms to die. 
 
 2 Is there no kind, no lenient art, 
 To heal the anguish of the heart - ? 
 Spirit of grace, be ever nigh, 
 Thy comforts are not made to die. 
 
 3 Bid gentle patience smile on pain, 
 Till dying hope shall live again ; 
 
 Hope wipes the tear from sorrow's eye; 
 And faith points upward to the sky. 
 
 Steele. 
 
DEATH. 109 
 
 85* CM..-Reading, Dundee, Dunchurch. 
 On the Death of a Child. 
 
 1 Life is a span, a fleeting hour; 
 How soon the vapor flies ! 
 
 Man is a tender, transient flower, 
 That e'en in blooming dies. 
 
 2 Death spreads his witheringwintry arms, 
 And beauty smiles no more : 
 
 Ah ! where are now those rising charms 
 Which pleas'd our eyes before? 
 
 3 Hope looks beyond the bounds of time, 
 When what we now deplore 
 
 Shall rise in full immortal prime, 
 And bloom to fade no more. 
 
110 DEATH. 
 
 4 Cease then, fond nature, cease thy tears ; 
 Thy Savior dwells on high : 
 
 There everlasting spring appears, 
 There joys shall never die. 
 
 Steele. 
 
 86. C. M. — Reading, Dundee, Windsor. 
 Death of a Child. 
 
 1 Alas ! how chang'd that lovely flower, 
 Which bloom'd and cheer'dmy heart ! 
 
 Fair, smiling comfort of an hour, 
 How soon we're call'd to part ! 
 
 2 And shall my bleeding heart arraign 
 That God whose ways are love 1 
 
 Or vainly cherish anxious pain 
 For one that rests above 1 
 
 5 No, let me rather humbly pay 
 Obedience to thy will ; 
 
DEATH. Ill 
 
 And with my inmost spirit say, 
 The Lord is righteous still. 
 
 4 The darkest nights and loudest storms 
 
 Of earth will soon be o'er ; 
 Then upward with th' angelic forms, 
 
 We'll rise to weep no more. 
 
 Knight. 
 
 87. 8's & 7's. — Dismission, " Parting 
 
 Soul." 
 
 Resignation on the Death, of 
 
 an Infant. 
 
 1 Now, O Lord, to thee submitting, 
 We the tender pledge resign : 
 
 And thy mercies ne'er forgetting, 
 Own that all we have is thine. 
 
 2 Rest, sweet babe, in gentle slumbers, 
 Till the resurrection morn ; 
 
 Then arise to join the numbers 
 Who its triumphs shall adorn. 
 
112 DEATH. 
 
 3 Thougn thy presence was endearing, 
 Though thy absence we deplore, 
 
 At the Savior's bright appearing, 
 We shall meet to part no more. 
 
 Anon. 
 
 88. 8's & Vs.— Dismission, "Parting 
 Soul." 
 
 ' " Weep not for me." 
 
 1 Why lament the Christian dying? 
 Why indulge in tears or gloom 1 
 
 Calmly on the Lord relying, 
 He can greet the opening tomb. 
 
 2 What if death, with icy fingers, 
 All the fount of life congeals 1 
 
 'Tis not there thy brother lingers, 
 'Tis not death his spirit feels. 
 
 3 Though for him thy soul is mourning, 
 Though with grief thy heart is riv'n 
 
113 
 
 While his flesh to dust is turning, 
 All his soul is filled with heav'n. 
 
 4 Scenes seraphic, high and glorious, 
 Now forbid hislonger stay ; 
 
 See him rise o'er death victorious ; 
 . Angels beckon him away. 
 
 5 Hark ! the golden harps are ringing ; 
 Sounds unearthly fill his ear : 
 
 Millions now in heaven singing, 
 Greet his joyful entrance there. 
 
 S. Songs 
 
 89. 7's & 4's.— Gethsemane. 
 
 Support ill Deatli. 
 
 1 When the vale of death appears, 
 
 Faint and cold this mortal clay, 
 Kind Forerunner, soothe my fears, 
 Light me through the darksome way 
 
 Break the shadows. 
 Usher in eternal day, 
 S 
 
114 DEATH. 
 
 2 Upward from this dying state, 
 
 Bid my waiting soul aspire ; 
 Open thou the crystal gate, 
 
 To thy praise attune my lyre : 
 Then triumphant, 
 
 I will join th' immortal choir. Gems. 
 
 90. C. M. — Retirement, Chester, Barby, 
 Dundee. 
 
 A Daughter at her Mother's 
 Grave. 
 
 1 The relics of departed worth, 
 Lie shrouded here in gloom ; 
 
 And here with aching heart I mark 
 My own dear mother's tomb. 
 
 2 Oh ! as upon her peerless grave 
 I fix my weeping eyes, 
 
 How many fond remembrances 
 In quick succession rise ! 
 
DEATH. 115 
 
 3 Again I see her gentle form. 
 As when in infant days, 
 
 And childhood's early sportive years, 
 She guarded all my ways. 
 
 4 Again her kind maternal voice 
 Falls on my list'ning ear, 
 
 As when she taught my youthful soul, 
 The God of love to fear. 
 
 5 Father of Heav'n, my mother's God! 
 Before thy blissful seat, 
 
 Among the glorious heirs of light, 
 May I that mother meet. 
 
 6 There may I see her happy face, 
 And hear her gentle voice ; 
 
 And, gladden'd by thy smiling face, 
 Through endless years rejoice. 
 
 Miss B—r. 
 
116 DEATH. 
 
 91. L. M.—Kingsbridge, Windham, 
 Quito. 
 
 The Widow and Fatherless* 
 
 1 O thou that art the widow's God, 
 A Father to the fatherless, 
 
 We bow beneath thy chast'ning rod 
 This hour of conflict and distress. 
 
 2 Parent and husband, thou hast borne, 
 In silence to the op'ning tomb ; 
 
 Pity the lov'd ones, Lord, that mourn, 
 Whose spirits now are fill'd with gloom. 
 
 3 We plead for those bow'd down withgrief 
 Members of this maternal band ; 
 
 Where shall we go to seek relief, 
 But to thy kind, indulgent hand? 
 
 4 The hand that chastens us can heal, 
 O God of faithfulness and love ! 
 
117 
 
 In mercy, now thy grace reveal, 
 A Father's loving kindness prove. 
 
 5 O thou that art the widow's God, 
 
 A father to the fatherless, 
 Now hearken from thy high abode, 
 
 And deign to answer us in peace. 
 
 92. C. M.— Windsor, Dundee. 
 For a Dying Child. 
 
 1 My heav'nly Father, I confess. 
 That all thy ways are just ; 
 
 Although I faint with sore distress, 
 And now draw near the dust. 
 
 2 How soon my little strength has fled ! 
 My life will soon be past : 
 
 O smile upon my dying bed, 
 And love me to the last. 
 
118 DEATH. 
 
 3 Once did the blessed Savior cry, 
 "Let little children come :" 
 
 On this kind word I would rely, 
 Since I am going home. 
 
 4 O take this guilty soul of mine, 
 That now will soon be gone, 
 
 And wash it clean, and make it shine 
 With heav'nly garments on. 
 
 5 Be pleas'd to grant an easy death, 
 If 'tis thy holy will ; 
 
 And bid the struggles of my breath 
 And all my pains be stilL 
 
 6 My heav'nly Father, hear my prayer, 
 Accept my feeble praise ; 
 
 And let me quickly meet thee where 
 A nobler song I'll raise. — Am. Tr. Soc. 
 
CONSOLATION IN AFFLICTION. 119 
 
 CONSOLATION IN AFFLIC- 
 TION. 
 
 93. L. M. — Repose, Quito, Kingsbridge. 
 
 Submission under the Loss of 
 Friends. 
 
 1 The God of love will sure indulge 
 The flowing tear, the. heaving sigh, 
 
 When his own children fall around, 
 When tender friends and kindred die. 
 
 2 Yet not one anxious, murm'ring thought, 
 Should with our moving passions blend,- 
 
 Nor would our bleeding hearts forget, 
 Th ! Almighty, ever living Friend. 
 
 3 Beneath a num'rous train of ills, 
 Our mortal bodies soon must fail 
 
120 CONSOLATION 
 
 Yet shall our hope in thee, our God, 
 O'er every gloomy fear prevail. 
 
 4 Our Father, God, to thee we look, 
 Our Rock, our Portion, and our Friend, 
 
 And on thy cov'nant love and truth, 
 Our sinking spirits shall depend. 
 
 Scott. 
 
 94. C. M.— Dundee, Barby, Chester^ Re- 
 membrance. 
 
 Resignation in Afflictions. 
 
 1 It is the Lord ; my soul.be still, 
 And bow before the throne ; 
 
 O let me now submissive feel, 
 And say, "Thy will be done.' 
 
 2 It is the Lord, whose chast'ning hand 
 Has fill'd the cup of wo: 
 
 The shaft of death, by his command, 
 Has struck the fatal blow. 
 
IN AFFLICTION. 121 
 
 3 It is the Lord, who kindly gave, 
 That takes the gift away ; 
 
 'Tis sin that dooms us to the grave, 
 In his appointed way. 
 
 4 It is the Lord, and he is good, 
 Unchangeably the same : 
 
 Though sorrow rises like a flood, 
 I'll bless his holy name. 
 
 95. 8's & 7's.— " Parting Soul," Dis- 
 mission. 
 
 " Thy will foe done." 
 
 1 Jesus, while our hearts are bleeding, - 
 O'er the spoils that death has won, 
 
 Let us, at this solemn meeting, 
 Calmly say, " Thy will be done." 
 
 2 Though cast down, we're not forsaken, 
 Though afflicted, not alone j 
 
122 CONSOLATION 
 
 Thou didst give, and thou hast taken ; 
 Blessed Lord, thy will be done. 
 
 3 Fill us now with deep contrition ; 
 Take away these hearts of stone : 
 
 While we all, with true submission, 
 Meekly say, thy will be done. 
 
 4 Though to-day we're fill'd with mourning, 
 Mercy still is on the throne ; 
 
 With thy smiles of love returning, 
 We can sing, thy will be done. 
 
 5 To thine arms the child was given ; 
 Thou hast taken but thine own ; 
 
 Lord of earth, and God of heaven, 
 Evermore thy will be done. 
 
IN AFFLICTION. 123 
 
 96. L. M. — Surry, Quito, Kingsbndge. 
 Why weep for departed Saints? 
 
 1 Why weep for those, frail child of wo, 
 Who've fled, and left thee sorrowing 
 
 here 1 
 Triumphant o'er their latest foe, 
 They glory in a brighter sphere. 
 
 2 Why weep for them? beside thee now 
 Perhaps they watch with guardian care ; 
 
 Witness thy tears that freely flow, 
 While they the bliss of angels share. 
 
 3 Or round their Father's throne above, 
 With raptur'd voice his praise they sing; 
 
 Or on his messages of love 
 They journey with unwearied wing. 
 
 4 They weep no more ; their voices raise 
 The song of triumph high to God ; 
 
 And would'st thou join their song of praise, 
 Walk humbly in the paths they trod. 
 Anon. 
 
124 CONSOLATION 
 
 97. 8's & Ts.—"Lightiof those," "Love 
 Divine." 
 
 For a Sister mourning the loss 
 of aCliild. 
 
 1 Hast thou lost a child most precious 1 
 'Tisthy Father brings thee low : 
 
 'Mid th' affliction he is gracious, 
 Pitying while he deals the blow : 
 
 Sister, lift thine eye above thee ; 
 'Tis from thence the rod descends : 
 
 He must chasten, if he love thee : 
 Kiss the hand that is a Friend's. 
 
 2 He would bring the wand'rer near him, 
 Cause the contrite tear to flow : 
 
 Take the draught, and love and fear him. 
 Though the cup be fill'd with we, 
 
IN AFFLICTION. 125 
 
 We can only share thy sadness, 
 Mingling sighs and tears with thine ; 
 
 He can give celestial gladness, 
 Quench the fire, and yet refine. 
 
 3 O there is no cross, no fetter, 
 
 While we bear the yoke of love : 
 Crushing makes the fragrance sweeter ; 
 
 Sorrows point to rest above. 
 Drooping mourner, can'st thou languish 
 
 Near the great Consoler's feet? 
 He can give thee joy for anguish ; 
 
 Seek him at the mercy-seat. 
 
 98. 8's & Vs.— " Happy soul," "Love 
 Divine." 
 
 Weep not for tlie Departed. 
 
 1 O ye mourners, cease to languish 
 O'er the grave of those ye love ; 
 
126 CONSOLATION 
 
 Pain and death, and night and anguish, 
 Enter not the world above. 
 
 2 While in darkness ye are straying, 
 Lonely in the deep'ning shade, 
 
 Glory's brightest beams are playing 
 Round th' immortal spirit's head. 
 
 4 Light and peace at once deriving 
 From the hand of God most high; 
 
 In his glorious presence living, 
 They shall never, never die. 
 
 Collier. 
 
 99. S. M. — Aylesbury, Clapton, Dover. 
 Affliction blessed. 
 
 1 How tender is thy hand, 
 
 O thou beloved Lord ! 
 Afflictions come at thy command, 
 
 And leave us at thy word. 
 
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 2 How gentle was the rod 
 That chasten'd us for sin ! 
 
 How soon we found a smiling God 
 Where deep distress had been ! 
 
 3 A Father's hand we felt, 
 
 A. Father's heart we knew ; 
 
 'Mid tears of penitence we knelt, 
 
 And found his word was true. 
 
 4 We told him all our grief ; 
 We thought of Jesus' love ; 
 
 A sense of pardon brought relief, 
 And bade our pangs remove. 
 
 5 Now we will bless the Lord, 
 And in his strength confide : 
 
 For ever be his name ador'd, 
 For there is none beside. 
 
128 CONSOLATION 
 
 100. S. M.— Clapton, Watchman, Shir- 
 land. 
 
 Afflictions profitable. 
 
 1 Sweet fruits afflictions bring ; 
 Like those on Aaron's rod ; 
 
 They bud and bloom divinely fair, 
 Which proves them sent of God. 
 
 2 He takes the rod in hand, 
 With pity in his heart, 
 
 That every stroke his children feel, 
 May quick'ning grace impart. 
 
 3 Those blessings in disguise 
 Compensate all our pain : 
 
 Our losses, crosses, groans and tears, 
 We count them all but gain. 
 
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 4 Faith finds each promise sure ; 
 Hope looks within the veil ; 
 
 Love bears the discipline divine, 
 And cleaves to Jesus still. 
 
 5 Thus by the grace of God, 
 Our everlasting Friend, 
 
 Our chastisements and sorrows here 
 Will soon in glory end. Dobell. 
 
 101. CM.-Remembrance, Peterborough. 
 Joy in God. 
 
 1 O Lord, I would delight in thee, 
 And on thy care depend j 
 
 To thee in every trouble flee, 
 My best, my only Friend. 
 
 2 When all created streams are dry'd, 
 Thy fullness is the same ; 
 
 9 
 
130 CONSOLATION 
 
 May I -with this be satisfy'd, 
 And glory in thy name. 
 
 3 Why should the soul a drop bemoan, 
 Who has a fountain near, 
 
 A fountain which will ever run 
 With waters sweet and clear 1 
 
 4 No good in creatures can be found, 
 But may be found in thee ; 
 
 I must have all things and abound, 
 While God is God to me. 
 
 5 O Lord, I cast my care on thee, 
 I triumph and adore ; 
 
 Henceforth my great concern shall be 
 To love and please thee more. 
 
 Dr. Ryland. 
 
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 103. C. M.—Dunchurch, Barby, .Re- 
 membrance 
 
 Submission. 
 
 1 O Lord, my best desires fulfill 
 And help me to resign 
 
 Life, health and comfort to thy will, 
 And make thy pleasures mine. 
 
 2 Why should I shrink at thy command "J 
 Thy love forbids my fears ; 
 
 Why tremble at the gracious hand 
 That wipes away my tears 1 
 
 3 No, let me rather rreeiy vw.* 
 What most I prize to thee : 
 
 Thou never hast a good withh« ^ 
 Or wilt withhold from me. 
 
YS'Z CONSOLATION 
 
 4 Thy favor, all my journey through, 
 
 Shall be my rich supply ; 
 What more I want, or think I do, 
 
 Let wisdom still deny. 
 
 Cowper(S. Lyr.) 
 
 103. C. M. D.— Retirement, Riverston. 
 
 «' They that sow in tears shall 
 reap in joy." 
 
 1 There is an hour of hallow'd peace 
 
 For those with care oppress'd ; 
 When sighs and sorrowing tears shall 
 
 And all be hush'd to rest. [cease, 
 
 'Tis then the soul is free'd from fears 
 
 And doubts that here annoy ; 
 Then they that oft had sown in tears, 
 
 Shall reap again in joy. 
 
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 2 There is an hour of sweet repose, 
 
 When storms assail no more ; 
 The stream of endless pleasure flows 
 
 On that celestial shore : 
 There purity with love appears, 
 
 And bliss without alloy ; 
 There they that oft had sown in tears, 
 
 Shall reap eternal joy. 
 
 Tappan. 
 
 104. C. M. — Barby, Dunchurch, Dundee. 
 The Request. 
 
 1 Father, 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 ; 
 
134 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 The blessings of thy grace impart, 
 And make me live to thee. 
 
 3 " Let the sweet hope that I am thine, 
 
 My life and death attend ; 
 Thy presence through my journey shine, 
 
 And crown my journey's end," 
 
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 105. 8's. — Birmingham, Solitude. 
 In Darkness. 
 
 1 How tedious and tasteless the hours, 
 
 When Jesus no longer I see ! 
 The woodlands, the fields, and the flow'rs, 
 
 Have lost all their sweetness to me ! 
 His name yields the richest perfume, 
 
 And softer than music his voice ; 
 His presence can banish my gloom. 
 
 And bid all within me rejoice, 
 
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 2 Dear Lord ! if indeed thou art mine, 
 
 And thou art my sun and my song; 
 Say why do I languish and pine 1 
 
 And why are my winters so long? 
 O drive these dull clouds from the sky. 
 
 Thy soul-cheering presence restore; 
 Or bid me soar upward on high. 
 
 Where winter and storms are no more. 
 Newton. 
 
 106. C. M— Spring, Remembrance. 
 Spring Spiritualized. 
 
 1 At length the opening spring has come, - 
 How joyous is the scene ! 
 
 The air is fUPd with rich perfume ; 
 The fields are dress'd in green. 
 
 2 I see my Savior, from on high, 
 Break through the clouds and shine ; 
 
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 No creature now more blest than I, 
 No heart more glad than mine, 
 
 3 Thy word bids all my hopes revive, 
 It overcomes my foes ; 
 
 It makes my drooping graces thrive, 
 And blossom like the rose. 
 
 4 Thus, Lord, a monument I stand 
 Of what thy grace can do ; 
 
 Still guide me with thy gentle hand, 
 The changing seasons through. 
 
 Newton. 
 
 107. C. M.— Chester, Retirement. 
 
 Name of Jesus. 
 
 1 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds 
 
 In a believer's ear ! 
 It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, 
 
 And drives away his fear. 
 
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 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, 
 It calms the troubled breast : 
 
 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, 
 And to the weary rest. 
 
 3 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. 
 
 4 Till then, I would thy love proclaim 
 With every fleeting breath : 
 
 And may the music of thy name 
 Refresh my soul in death. 
 
 108. L.M.—Uxbridge, Quito, Repose. 
 
 Communion desired. 
 
 1 O that I could for ever dwell, 
 With Mary, at my Savior's feet, 
 
138 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 And view the form I love so well, 
 And all his tender words repeat 
 
 2 The world shut out from all my view, 
 And heav'n brought in with all its bliss, 
 
 Oh, is there aught, from pole to pole, 
 One moment to compare with this 1 
 
 3 This is the hidden life I prize, 
 A life of penitential love ; 
 
 When most my follies I despise, 
 And raise the highest thoughts above. 
 
 4 When all I am I clearly see, 
 
 And freely own with deepest shame, 
 When the Redeemer's love to me, 
 Kindles within a deathless flame. 
 
 5 Thus would I live till nature fail, 
 And all my former sins forsake ; 
 
 Then rise to God within the veil, 
 And of eternal joys partake.— R. 
 
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 109. C. M.— Windsor, Reading, Con- 
 trition. 
 
 Penitence. 
 
 1 O thou whose tender mercy hears 
 Contrition's humble cry ; 
 
 Whose hand indulgent wipes the tears 
 From sorrows weeping eye. 
 
 2 See, low before thy throne of grace 
 A wretched wanderer mourn : 
 
 Hast thou not bid me seek thy face? 
 Hast thou not said — return? 
 
 3 And shall my guilty fears prevail, 
 To drive me from thy feet? 
 
 O let not this dear refuge fail, 
 This only safe retreat. 
 
 4 Absent from thee, my guide, my light. 
 Without one cheering ray 
 
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 Through dangers, fears, and gloomy night, 
 How desolate my way ! 
 
 5 O shine on this benighted heart, 
 
 With beams of mercy shine : 
 And let thy healing voice impart 
 
 A taste of joys divine. 
 
 Steele. 
 
 110. C. M.— Dundee, Barby, Dunkirk. 
 Quickening Grace. 
 
 1 O for a closer walk with God, 
 A calm and heav'nly frame ; 
 
 And light to shine upoD the road 
 That leads me to the Lamb. 
 
 2 What peaceful hours I once enjoy 'd ! 
 How sweet their mein'ry still ! ■ 
 
 But they have left a cheerless void 
 The world can never filJ. 
 
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 3 Return, O holy Dove, return, 
 Sweet messenger of rest ; 
 
 I hate the sins that made thee mourn, 
 And drove thee from my breast. 
 
 4 The dearest idol I have known, 
 Whate'er that idol be, 
 
 Help me to tear it from thy throne, 
 And worship only thee. 
 
 5 So shall my walk be close with God, 
 Calm and serene my frame ; 
 
 So purer light shall mark the road 
 That leads me to the Lamb. 
 
 Cowper. - 
 
 111. H.M.—Betkesda, Weymouth. 
 
 Desiring the presence of Christ. 
 
 1 Come, my Redeemer, come, 
 And deign to dwell with me 
 
142 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 O make my heart thy home, 
 Arid bid thy rivals flee : 
 Come, my Redeemer, quickly come, 
 And make my heart thy lasting home. 
 
 2 Why should the world presume 
 To occupy thy throne 1 
 
 Come, and thy right assume — 
 I would be thine alone : 
 Come, my Redeemer, quickly come, 
 And make my heart thy lasting home. 
 
 3 Exert thy mighty power, 
 And banish all my sin j 
 
 In this auspicious hour, 
 Bring all thy graces in : 
 Come, my Redeemer, quickly come, 
 And make my heart thy lasting home. 
 
 4 Rule thou in every tnought 
 And passion of my soul, 
 
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 Till all my powers are brought 
 Beneath thy full control ; 
 Come, my Redeemer, quickly come, 
 And make my heart thy lasting home. 
 
 5 Then shall my days be thine, 
 
 And all my heart be love, 
 And joy and peace be mine, 
 Such as are known above : 
 Come, my Redeemer, quickly come, 
 And make my heart thy lasting home. — R. 
 
 113. C. M.—New Cambridge, Peter- 
 borough. 
 
 Gospel Blessings. 
 
 1 Blest are the souls that hear and know 
 
 The Gospel's joyful sound; 
 Peace shall attend the path they go, 
 
 And light their steps surround. 
 
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 2 Their joy shall bear their spirits up, 
 Through their Redeemer's name ; 
 
 His righteousness exalts their hope, 
 Nor Satan dares condemn. 
 
 3 The Lord, our glory and defence, 
 Strength and salvation gives ; 
 
 Israel, thy King for ever reigns, 
 Thy God for ever lives.— Watts. 
 
 113. S. M.— Clapton, St. Thomas, Dover. 
 
 Prayer for all Lands. 
 
 1 O Lord of sovereign grace, 
 We bow before thy throne, 
 
 And plead, for all the human race, 
 The merits of thy Son.^ 
 
 2 Spread through the earth, O Lord, 
 The knowledge of thy ways ; 
 
 And let all lands with joy record 
 The great Redeemer's praise. 
 
MISCELLANEOUS. 145 
 
 114:. S. N.— Clapton, St. Thomas, Dover v 
 The same subject. 
 
 1 Thy name, Almighty Lord, 
 
 Shall sound through distant lands j 
 Great is thy grace, and sure thy word, 
 Thy truth for ever stands. 
 
 2 Far be thine honors spread, 
 And long thy praise endure, 
 
 Till morning light and evening shade 
 Shall be exchang'd no more. — Watts. 
 
 115. C. M.—Ailhlone. 
 
 Prayer for a dying World. 
 
 1 God of the nations, bow thine ear, 
 And listen to our fervent prayer. 
 Through thy beloved Son : 
 10 
 
146 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 Build up the kingdom of his grace 
 Amid the millions of our race, 
 
 And make thy wonders known. 
 
 2 Send forth the heralds in his name, 
 Bid them a Savior's love proclaim 
 
 With every fleeting breath ; 
 Till every land shall hear the sound, 
 And send the joyful echoes round 
 
 Amid the shades of death. 
 
 3 O let the nations rise and bring 
 Their off 'rings to th' Almighty King, 
 
 And trust in him alone ; 
 Renounce their idols, and adore 
 The God of gods for evermore, 
 
 Upon his lofty throne. 
 
 4 The dying millions then shall prove 
 The matchless power of bleeding love, 
 
 Ajid feel their sins forgiv'n ; 
 
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 Shall join the convert's joyful throng, 
 And raise on high redemption's song, 
 Along the path to heav'n, 
 
 116. 7's & 6's. — " From Greenland's Icy 
 Mountains." 
 
 Tlie Storm. 
 
 1 How fierce the lightning blazes ! 
 I hear the thunder's roar ; 
 
 Hark, how the wind arises, 
 While clouds their waters pour ! 
 
 But in the Lord confiding, 
 Our souls feel no alarm, 
 
 For he himself is riding 
 Upon the angry storm. 
 
 2 The light'nings are his arrows, 
 The thunders are his voice ; 
 
 Yet e'en the feeblest sparrows 
 May safe in him rejoice. 
 
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 The clouds, and winds, and waters, 
 
 Obey his sovereign word ; 
 Let Zion's sons and daughters 
 
 Adore th' Almighty Lord. 
 
 3 When lightnings red are streaking, 
 
 A Father's arm is bared ; 
 When thunders loud are speaking, 
 
 A Father's voice is heard : 
 The foes that flee before him, 
 
 Can never feel his grace ; 
 While children that adore him, 
 
 Shall see his smiling face. 
 
 117. C. M.— Reading, Chester. 
 Iiiglit of God's Countenance* 
 
 1 My God, the spring of all my joys, 
 
 The life of my delights ; 
 The glory of my brightest days, 
 
 And comfort of my nights. 
 
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 2 In darkest shades, if thou appear, 
 My dawning is begun ; 
 
 Thou art my soul's bright morning star, 
 And thou my rising sun. 
 
 3 The op'ning heav'ns around me shine 
 With beams of sacred bliss, 
 
 When Jesus shows his mercy mine, 
 And whispers I am his. 
 
 118. 7's & 6's. — " From Greenland's Icy 
 
 Mountains." 
 
 Hunan Frailty.— Psalm 39. 
 
 1 O what is earthly pleasure, 
 
 Compar'd with thy rich grace ! 
 Lord, teach me how to measure 
 
 The remnant of my days ; 
 How brief is my existence, 
 
 How frail a thing is man ; 
 And grant me thine assistance, 
 
 This feeble life to scan, 
 
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 2 How soon the hours of gladness 
 That cheer us on our way, 
 
 Are chang'd to gloom and sadness, 
 Or fill'd with deep dismay ! 
 
 Man, in his best condition, 
 Is vanity and dust ; 
 
 Soon past the fleeting vision, 
 Then he gives up the ghost. 
 
 3 Earth's treasures quickly leave us, 
 Its honors ne'er endure ; 
 
 Its pleasures but deceive us, 
 
 Its hopes are insecure : 
 But Lord, while time so fleeting 
 
 Is fill'd with many a snare, 
 My soul on thee is waiting — 
 
 I'll trust thy guardian care. 
 
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 119. CM. — Remembrance, New Cam- 
 bridge, Peterborough. 
 
 " Watch and Pray." 
 
 1 The Savior bids us watch and pray, 
 Through life's brief, fleeting hour, 
 
 And gives the Spirit's quick'ning ray 
 To those who seek its power. 
 
 2 The Savior bids us watch and pray, 
 Maintain a warrior's strife ; 
 
 O Christian ! bear his voice to-day, 
 Obedience is your life. 
 
 3 The Savior bids us watch and pray, 
 For soon the hour will come 
 
 That calls us froia the earth away, 
 To our eternal home. 
 
 4 The Savior bids us watch and pray, 
 O hear the Shepherd's voice ! 
 
152 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 And follow where he leads the way, 
 To heav'n's eternal joys. 
 
 130. S. M.— St. Thomas, Dover, Watch- 
 man. 
 
 The Christian Warfare. 
 
 1 My soul, be on thy guard, 
 Ten thousand foes arise ; 
 
 The hosts of sin are pressing hard 
 To draw thee from the skies. 
 
 2 O watch, and fight, and pray, 
 The battle ne'er give o'er ; 
 
 Renew it boldly day by day, 
 And help divine implore. 
 
 3 Ne'er think the vict'ry won, 
 Nor lay thy armor down ; 
 
 Thy arduous work will not be done 
 Till thou obtain thy crown.— Heath. 
 
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 131. C. M.— Remembrance, Peterbo- 
 rough. 
 
 A Birth-day. 
 
 1 Swift as the winged arrow flies, 
 My time is hast'ning on ; 
 
 Quick as the lightning from the skies, 
 My wasting moments run, 
 
 2 My folhes past, O God, forgive, 
 My every sin subdue ; 
 
 And teach me henceforth how to live, 
 With glory in my view. 
 
 3 'T were better I had not been born, 
 Than live without thy fear ; 
 
 For thsy are wretched and forlorn, 
 Who have their portion here. 
 
 4 But thanks to thine unbounded grace- 
 That in my early youth, 
 
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 I have been taught to seek thy face, 
 And know the way of truth. 
 
 5 O let thy spirit lead me still, 
 Along the happy road ; 
 
 Conform me 10 thy holy will, 
 My Father and my God. 
 
 6 Another year of life is past ; 
 My heart to thee incline, 
 
 That if this year should be my last, 
 It may be wholly thine.— Anon. 
 
 133. L. M.— Quito, Luton, Dukcstreet. 
 The New- Year. 
 
 1 Look back, my soul, what hast thou done 
 Thy tender offspring to improve? 
 
 What, through the year whose course has 
 run. 
 To win them to a Savior's love 1 
 
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 2 Has kind instruction been distill'd, 
 Frommorning's dawn till evening's shade? 
 
 Were hours of relaxation fill'd 
 With usefulness that ne'er betray'd 
 
 3 Has discipline held fast the rein, 
 With prudent, firm, yet gentle hand, 
 
 Those infant vices to restrain, 
 That sought thy counsel to withstand? 
 
 4 And hast thou thine own weakness felt, 
 Thy constant need of help divine? 
 
 And when in secret thou hast knelt, 
 Has faith declar'd each promise thine ? 
 
 5 Hast thou besought the Lord to bring . 
 Thy tender offspring to his feet ? 
 
 That they might own their Sovereign King, 
 Confessing that his love is great? 
 
 6 Hast felt that they were not too young 
 His pard'ning mercy to receive? 
 
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 And mingle in the convert's song 1 
 And feeling, could'st thou still believe 
 
 7 Look back, my soul, impartial trace 
 The scenes of the departed year; 
 
 Implore forgiveness, seek for grace, 
 And heav'n in mercy heed thy prayer. 
 Mother's Magazine. 
 
 133. Tone— "They have gone to the 
 land." 
 
 Education of Pious Youth. 
 
 For the last Thursday in February. 
 
 1 Wake, mothers of Israel ! O hasten to 
 
 plead 
 For the Spirit of grace to descend ; 
 The word has gone forth, and the faithful 
 
 have need 
 
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 Of your prayers, the great cause to de- 
 fend. 
 Let pure clouds of incense be wafted to 
 heav'n, 
 From hearts all united in one, 
 That wisdom and grace to our youth may 
 be giv'n, 
 And strength for the race they must run. 
 
 2 O'er the green hills of science, O Spirit, 
 preside, 
 And send down thy heavenly show'rs : 
 Let holiest dews on those tendrils abide, 
 
 And moisten the germs and the flow'rs. 
 Pour salt in these fountains, shed light on 
 these halls, 
 Bid Shiloh's pure waters be there, 
 Till the tide of salvation, surrounding these 
 walls, 
 Rolls high in the breezes of prayer. 
 
158 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 3 From the youth of our country shall* 
 armies arise, 
 The Gospel of peace to proclaim ; 
 O'er the land and the seas the glad mes- 
 sage that flies, 
 Shall re-echo Immanuel's name. 
 Wake, mothers in Israel, O wrestle and 
 pray, 
 While incense is wafted on high ; 
 For the hands that in faith are uplifted to. 
 day, 
 Shall prevail with the realms of the sky. 
 Mother's Magazine. 
 
 124. C. M.— Peterborough, Sarleigh, 
 Clarendon. 
 
 Rejoice witlx trembling. 
 
 1 I was a groveling creature once. 
 
 Fast cleaving to the earth, 
 And wanted spirit to renounce 
 
 The clod that gave me birth. 
 
MISCELLANEOUS. 159 
 
 2 But God has breath'd upon a worm, 
 And sent me from above, 
 
 Wings, such as clothe an angel's form, 
 The wings of joy and love. 
 
 3 With these to Pisgah's top I fly, 
 And there delighted stand, 
 
 To view beneath a shining sky, 
 The spacious promis'd land. 
 
 4 The Lord of all the vast domain 
 Hath promised it to me ; 
 
 The length and breadth of all the plain, 
 As far as faith can see. 
 
 5 O, from this glorious privilege, 
 Lord, save me, or I fall ; 
 
 Standing upon the mountain's edge, 
 To thee for help I call. 
 
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 6 Though much exalted in the Lord, 
 
 My strength is not my own ; 
 Then let me lean upon his word, 
 
 And none will cast me down. — Cowper. 
 
 135. C. M. — Retirement, Rochester, Pe- 
 terborough. 
 
 The Host o« God passing into 
 Heaven. 
 
 1 One family we dwell in him, 
 One church above, beneath ; 
 
 Though now divided by the stream, 
 The narrow stream of death. 
 
 2 One army of the living God, 
 To his command we bow ; 
 
 Part of the host have cross'd the flood, 
 And part are crossing now. 
 
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 3 Ten thousand to their endless home, 
 This solemn moment fly ; 
 
 An-i we are to the margin come, 
 And soon expect to die. 
 
 4 Dear Savior, be our constant guide, 
 Then, when the word is giv'n, 
 
 Bid death's cold stream and flood divide, 
 And land us safe in heav'n. 
 
 C. Wesley. 
 
 136. 8's peculiar. — Solitude. 
 Heaven, desired. 
 
 1 O lend me the wings of a dove, 
 
 To fly from these regions of wo ; 
 My hopes and my joys are above, 
 
 And thither my spirit would go. 
 I long with my Savior to rest, 
 
 Beyond the assault of my foes, 
 And lean with a smile on his breast ; 
 
 No pillow car. yield such repose. 
 
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 2 How pleas'd and how blest should I be 
 To gaze on his beauteous face ; 
 
 While love and compassion to me 
 Lend every expression a grace ; 
 
 No cloud should bewilder my sight, 
 No sigh from my heart should arise ; 
 
 But fill'd with extatic delight, 
 All tears should be wip'd from my eye. 
 
 3 Ah, then I should cease to offend 
 The Savior I love and adore ; 
 
 His grace, without limit or end, 
 Should reign in my heart evermore. 
 
 All pure as the angels above, 
 Each thought should exult in his name ; 
 
 Each passion resign'd to his love, 
 With rapture his praise should proclaim. 
 R 
 
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 137. 8'sand7's— "Happy Soul," Gren- 
 
 ville. 
 
 Joyful Hope. 
 
 1 Know, my soul, thy fall salvation, 
 Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care ; 
 
 Joy to find, in every station, 
 
 Something still to do or bear : 
 Think what spirit dwells within thee ; 
 
 Think what Father's smiles are thine : 
 Think what Jesus did to win thee ; 
 
 Child of heaven, canst thou repine : 
 
 2 Haste thee on from grace to glory, 
 Arm'd by faith and wing'd by prayer ; 
 
 Heav'n's eternal day 's before thee ; 
 
 God's own hand shall guide thee there. 
 Soon shall close thy earthly mission ; 
 
 Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days : 
 Hope shall change to glad fruition, 
 
 Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. 
 
 Gems. 
 
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 138. 8's. — Birmingham, Bleecker-street. 
 Longing to be with Christ. 
 
 1 To Jesus, the crown of my hope, 
 My soul is in haste to be gone ; 
 
 O bear me, ye cherubim, up, 
 And waft me away to his throne. 
 
 2 My Savior, whom absent I love, 
 Whom not having seen I adore ; 
 
 Whose name is exalted above 
 All glory, dominion, and pow'r. 
 
 3 Dissolve thou these bonds that detain 
 My soul from her portion in thee ; 
 
 O strike off this adamant chain, 
 And make me eternally free. 
 
 4 When that happy era begins, 
 When array'd in thy lories I shine, 
 
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 Nor grieve any more by my sins 
 The bosom on which I recline; 
 
 5 O then shall the veil be remov'd, 
 And round me thy brightness be pour'd; 
 
 I shall meet him whom absent I lov'd, 
 Whom not having seen I ador'd. 
 
 Cowper. 
 
 139. S'sand5's. — Salem, Oakham. 
 Joy in God. 
 
 1 Rejoice in the Lord, 
 Believe in his word, 
 
 Confide in his mercy and grace ; 
 
 His throne shall endure, 
 
 His promise is sure ; 
 In him shall the righteous have peace. 
 
 2 Thrice happy are they, 
 Who his precepts obey, 
 
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 Who delight in the joy of their God : 
 
 Their joy shall increase, 
 
 And their trials shall cease, 
 As they enter the heavenly abode. 
 
 3 What scenes will arise 
 
 As they pass through the skies ! 
 What rapture their bosoms will fill ! 
 
 As their harps they employ, 
 
 In the fullness of joy, 
 On the height of some heavenly hill. 
 
 S. Songs. 
 
 130. 7's(six lines)— Nuremburgh, ' Rock 
 of Ages." 
 
 Christ, the Rock. 
 
 1 Rock of Ages, cleft for me, 
 Let me hide myself in thee, 
 
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 Let the water and the blood 
 
 From thy wounded side that flow'd, 
 
 Be of sin the perfect cure : 
 
 Save me, Lord, and make me pure. 
 
 2 Should my tears for ever flow, 
 Should my zeal ner languor know, 
 This for sin could not atone — 
 Thou must save, and thou alone. 
 In my hand no price I bring- 
 Simply to thy cross I cling. 
 
 3 While I draw this fleeting breath. 
 When my eyelids close in death, 
 When I rise to worlds unknown, 
 And behold thee on thy throne : 
 Rock of Ages, cleft for me, 
 
 Let me hide myself in thee. 
 
 Toplady. 
 
168 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 131 8's and Ts.—Grenville, "Happy 
 Souls." 
 
 Pilgrims. 
 
 1 Gently, Lord, O gently* lead us, 
 Through this lonely vale of tears \ 
 
 Through the changes yet decreed us, 
 Till our last great change appears. 
 
 2 When temptation's darts assail us, 
 When in devious paths we stray, 
 
 Let thy goodness never fail us, 
 Lead us in thy perfect way. 
 
 3 In the hour of pain and anguish, 
 
 In the hour when death draws near, 
 Suffer not our hearts to languish, 
 Suffer not our souls to fear. 
 
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 4 And when mortal life is ended, 
 
 Bid us in thine arms to rest, 
 'Till, by angel bands attended; 
 
 We awake among the blest. 
 
 S. Songs. 
 
 133. L. M.— Repose, Duke-street, Ux~ 
 bridge, Luton. 
 
 Public Worship on the Sabbath. 
 
 1 Blest hour, when mortal man aspires 
 To hold communion with his Lord ; 
 
 To raise to heav'n his warm desires, 
 And listen to the sacred word. 
 
 2 Blest hour, when earthly cares resign 
 Their empire o'er the anxious breast, 
 
 When all whose hearts and voices join, 
 Proclaim the holy day of rest. 
 
170 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 3 Blest hour, when God himself draws 
 
 nigh, 
 Well pleas'd his people's voice to hear 
 To list the penitential sigh, 
 And wipe away the mourner's tear. 
 
 4 Blest hour ; for where the Lord resorts, 
 Foretastes of future bliss are giv'n: 
 
 And mortals find his earthly courts, 
 The house of God, the gate of heav'n. 
 MS. 
 
 133. C. M. — Remembrance, Peterbo- 
 rough, New Cambridge. 
 
 Meeting of Friends. 
 
 1 Come, let us strike our harps afresh 
 
 To great Jehovah's name ; 
 Sweet be the accents of our tongues 
 
 When we his love proclaim. 
 
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 2 'Twas by his bidding we were call' 
 In pain awhile to part ; 
 
 'Tis by his care we meet again, 
 And gladness fills our heart. 
 
 3 Blest be the hand that has preserv'd 
 Our feet from every snare ; 
 
 And blest the goodness of the Lord, 
 Which to this hour we share. 
 
 4 O may the Spirit's quick'ning power 
 Now sanctify our joy, 
 
 And warm our zeal in works of love 
 Our talents to employ. 
 
 5 Fast, fast our minutes fly away, 
 Soon shall our wand'rings cease ; 
 
 And with our Father we shall dwell, 
 A family of peace.— R. 
 
172 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 134:. 7's.—Pley el's Hymn, Norwich 
 At parting. 
 
 1 For a season call'd to part, 
 
 Let us now ourselves commend, 
 To the gracious eye and heart 
 Of our ever-present Friend. 
 
 2 Jesus, hear our humble prayer ; 
 Tender Shepherd of thy sheep, 
 
 Let thy mercy and thy care 
 All our souls in safety keep. 
 
 3 In thy strength may we be strong, 
 Sweeten every cross and pain, 
 
 And our wasting lives prolong, 
 'Till we meet on earth again. 
 
 4 Then if thou thy help afford, 
 Songs of gladness shall be reared ; 
 
 And our souls should praise the Lord, 
 Who our poor petitions heard. 
 
 Newton. 
 
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 135. C. L. M.— " The Adieu," or, "Go 
 watch and pray." 
 
 Parting -with Friends. 
 
 1 To thee, when call'd awhile to part, 
 With friends or kindred dear ; 
 
 To thee we raise each drooping heart, 
 
 And tell each rising fear : 
 For thou, O Lord, art ever nigh, 
 To hear thy children when they cry. 
 
 2 The Lord in mercy condescends 
 To those who ask his love ; 
 
 Calls them his children and his friends, 
 
 And writes their names above : 
 His bending ear, his smiling face, 
 Are present at the throne of grace. 
 
174 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 3 As children of a Father's care. 
 Thy blessing we implore ; 
 
 As friends of Jesus, we would share 
 
 Thy presence evermore : 
 'Tis this alone can cheer the soul, 
 And every rising grief control. 
 
 4 If thou art with us when we part 
 With friends or kindred dear, 
 
 To fill with joy each drooping heart. 
 
 And banish every fear ! 
 How easy then to bid adieu, 
 For Jesus smiles, and heav'n is true. 
 
 S. Songs. 
 
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 136. S.M.— Watchman, Shirland. 
 Christian Fellowship. 
 
 1 Blest be the tie that binds 
 Oar hearts in Christian love ; 
 
 The fellowship of kindred minds 
 Is like to that above. 
 
 2 Before our Father's throne 
 We pour our ardent prayers ; 
 
 Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one. 
 Our comforts and our cares. 
 
 3 We share our mutual woes, 
 Our mutual burdens bear, 
 
 And often for each other flows 
 The sympathizing tear. 
 
 4 When we asunder part, 
 It gives us inward pain ; 
 
176 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 But we shall still be join'd 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. 
 
 FawcetL 
 
 137. 8's, 7'sand4's.— Grenville, Dis 
 mission. 
 
 Dismission. 
 
 1 Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing, 
 Fill our hearts with joy and peace 
 
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 Let us each, thy love possessing, 
 Triumph in redeeming grace : 
 
 O refresh us 
 Trav'ling through this wilderness. 
 
 2 Thanks we give and adoration, 
 For the Gospel's joyful sound ; 
 
 May the fruits of thy salvation 
 In our hearts and lives abound : 
 
 May thy presence 
 With us evermore be found. 
 
 3 So, whene'er the signal's given, 
 Us from earth to call away ; 
 
 Borne on angels' wings to heaven, 
 Glad to leave our cumbrous clay ; 
 
 May we ready 
 Rise and reign in endless day. 
 
 Anon. 
 12 
 
178 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 138. C. M— Dundee, Windsor, Chester : 
 Penitence and Hope. 
 
 1 Dear Savior, when my thoughts recall 
 The wonders of thy grace, 
 
 Low at thy feet asham'd I fall, 
 And hide this wretched face. 
 
 2 O, while I breathe to thee, my Lord, 
 The penitential sigh, 
 
 Confirm the kind forgiving word 
 With pity in thine eye. 
 
 3 Then shall the mourner at thy feet 
 Rejoice to seek thy face ; 
 
 And grateful own how kind, .how sweet, 
 Thy condescending grace. 
 
 Steele. 
 
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 139. C. M.— Retirement, Chester, Barby. 
 IiOve to Christ desired. 
 
 1 Thou 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 • 
 
 1 read in fairer, brighter lines, 
 My bleeding, dying Lord. 
 
 2 'Tis here, whene'er my comforts droop, 
 And sin and sorrow rise, 
 
 Thy love, with cheerful beams of hope, 
 My fainting breast supplies. 
 
 4 But ah ! too soon the pleasing scene 
 Is clouded o'er witft pain ; 
 
180 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 My gloomy fears rise daxk between, 
 And I again complain. 
 
 5 Jesus, my Lord, my life, my light, 
 O come with blissful ray, 
 
 Break radiant through the shades of night, 
 And chase my fears away. 
 
 6 Then shall my soul with rapture trace 
 The wonders of thy love ; 
 
 But the full glories of thy face 
 Are only known above. 
 
 Steele. 
 
 14:0. 8's.— Solitude , Bleecker-street. 
 A Missionary's Death. 
 
 1 Weep not for the saint that ascends 
 To partake of the joys of the sky ; 
 
 Weep not for the seraph that bends, 
 With the worshipping chorus on high. 
 
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 2 Weep not for the spirit now crown'd 
 With the garland to martyrdom giv'n, 
 
 O weep not for him, he has found 
 His reward and his refuge in heav'n. 
 
 3 But weep for their sorrows, who stand 
 And lament o'er the dead by his grave ! 
 
 Who sigh when they muse on the land 
 Of their home, far away o'er the wave— 
 
 4 And weep for the nations that dwell 
 Where the light of the truth never shone; 
 
 Where anthems of peace never swell, 
 And the love of the Lamb is unknown. 
 Anon. 
 
 141. CM.— Dunchurch, Retirement. 
 
 1 While here I sit 
 At Jesus's feet, 
 Amid the vale of tears : 
 
182 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 I'll trust his grace, 
 And sing his praise, 
 Nor yield to doubts and fears. 
 
 2 And can it be 
 That I shall see 
 
 My Savior face to face 1 
 
 For ever prove 
 
 His boundless love, 
 And endless anthems raise 1 
 
 3 The thought shall still 
 My musings fill, 
 
 By cares and sorrows prest ; 
 
 The blessed hope 
 
 Shall lift me up — 
 The hope of endless rest. 
 
 4 When God appears 
 To wipe the tears 
 
 From every pilgrim's eye. 
 
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 What tongue can tell 
 The joys they'll feel 
 Throughout eternity ! 
 
 S. Songs. 
 
 142. 7's.— PleyeVsHymn, German Air. 
 Public "Worship on the Sabbath. 
 
 1 Soft and holy rs the place 
 
 Where the light that beams from heav'n, 
 
 Shows the Savior's smiling face, 
 With the joy of sin forgiv'n. 
 
 2 There with one accord we meet, 
 All the words of life to hear. 
 
 Bending low at Jesus's feet, 
 Worshipping with godly fear. 
 
 3 Let the world and all its cares, 
 Now retire from every breast ; , 
 
184 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 Let the tempter and his snares, 
 Cease to hinder cfr molest. 
 
 4 Precious Sabbath of the Lord, 
 Fairest type of heaven above, 
 
 Purest joy thy scenes afford 
 To the heart that's tun'd to love. 
 
 S. Songs. 
 
 143. L. M. — Quito, Repose, Luton. 
 
 1 My dear Redeemer, and my Lord ! 
 
 1 read my duty in thy word ; 
 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, 
 Thy love and meekness so divine, 
 
 I would transcribe and make them mine. 
 
 3 Cold mountains and the midnight air 
 Whness'd the fervor of thy prayer; 
 
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 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 
 Among the followers of the Lamb. 
 
 Watts. 
 
 144. 8's. — Solitude, Birmingham. 
 Looking to Chxist. 
 
 1 Dear Savior, ajtend to my prayer, 
 
 That seeks for relief in a sigh ; 
 Fain would I deposit my care, 
 
 On "the Rock that is higher than I." 
 My fears and my sorrows abound ; 
 
 The storm of affliction runs high ; 
 And safety alone can be found 
 
 In " the Rock that is higher than I.' 
 
186 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 2 My foes have encircled my way; 
 Unable to stand or to fly, 
 
 I look with distress and dismay 
 To " the Rock that is higher than I." 
 
 My sins and transgressions appear, 
 And tell me that vengeance is nigh ; 
 
 O hide me from all that I fear, 
 In " the Rock that is higher than I." 
 
 3 Perplex'd, overwhelm'd, and oppress'd, 
 I scarcely can utter a cry : 
 
 Dear Savior ! come, lead me to rest 
 On " the Rock that is higher than I." 
 
 Then I'll smile in the midst of my woes, 
 And cast a fond look to the sky, 
 
 And shout with my foot on my foes, 
 To "the Rock that is higher than I." 
 R. 
 
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 145. C. M.— Dundee, Windsor. 
 A Iiook from the Cross. 
 
 1 I saw One hanging on a tree, 
 In agony and blood, 
 
 Who fixed his languid eyes on me, 
 As near the cross I stood. 
 
 2 Sure, never to my latest breath 
 Can I forget that look ; 
 
 It seemed to charge me with his death, 
 Though not a word he spoke. 
 
 3 Alas, I knew not what I did, 
 But ail my tears were vain ; 
 
 Where could my trembling soul be hid, 
 For I the Lord had slain. 
 
 4 A second look he gave, which said, 
 
 I freely all forgive ; 
 
188 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 This blood is for thy ransom paid ; 
 I die, that thou may'st live. 
 
 5 " Thus while my death tny sin displays, 
 
 In all its blackest hue, 
 Such is the mystery of grace, 
 
 It seals thy pardon too !" 
 
 Newton. 
 
DOXOLOGIES. 
 
 DOXOIiOGIES. 
 
 L.M.— No. 1. 
 
 189 
 
 To God the Father, God the Son, 
 And God the Spirit, three in one, 
 Be honor, praise, and glory giv'n, 
 By all on earth, and all in heav'n. 
 
 L. M-— No. 2. 
 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; 
 Praise him, all creatures here below ; 
 Praise him above, ye heav'nly host ; 
 Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 
 
 CM. 
 
 To God the Father, God the Son, 
 
 Your grateful voices raise ; 
 And God the Spirit, three in one, 
 
 Ascribe immortal praise. 
 
190 DOXOLOGIES. 
 
 C. M.— Double. 
 
 The God of mercy be ador'd, 
 
 Who calls our souls from death, 
 Who saves by his redeeming word, 
 
 And new-creating breath : 
 To praise the Father and the Son, 
 
 And Spirit all-divine ; 
 The One in Three, and Three in One, 
 
 Let saints and angels join. 
 
 S. M. 
 
 Ye angels round the throne, 
 And saints that dwell below, 
 
 Worship the Father, praise the Son, 
 And bless the Spirit too. 
 
 7's. 
 
 To the Father, to the Son, 
 To the Spirit, three in one. 
 Let the highest praise be giv'n 
 By the sons of earth and heav'n. 
 
DOXOLOGIES. 191 
 
 H. M. 
 
 To God the Father's throne 
 
 Your highest honors raise ; 
 Glory to God che Son, 
 To God the Spirit praise : 
 With all our pow'rs, 
 Eternal King, 
 Thy name we sing. 
 While faith adores 
 
 S's and 7's. 
 
 May the grace of Christ our Savior, 
 
 And the Father's boundless love. 
 With the Holy Spirit's favor, 
 
 Rest upon us from above .' 
 Thus may we abide in union 
 
 With each other and the Lord ; 
 And possess, in sweet communion, 
 
 Joys which earth caiuiot afford. 
 
192 DOXOLOGIES. 
 
 8»s, 7's and 4's. 
 
 Great Jehovah, we adore thee, 
 God the Father, God the Son, 
 
 God the Spirit, join'd in glory, 
 On the same eternal throne : 
 
 Endless praises 
 To Jehovah, three in one. 
 
 7's and 6's. 
 
 To Father, Son, and Spirit, 
 
 Eternal praise be giv'n, 
 By all that earth inherit, 
 
 And all that dwell in heav'n : 
 Thou triune God ! before thee 
 
 Our inmost souls adore : 
 Who art and hast been worthy, 
 
 And shalt be evermore. 
 
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