RevivaiUst 
 LMcWViertev- 
 
FROM THE LIBRARY OF 
 
 REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON. D. D. 
 
 I 
 
 BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO 
 
 THE LIBRARY OF 
 
 PRINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY 
 
 

 The Revika-lisb 
 
 CONTAINING 
 
 OJvTE HUNDRED CHOICE REVIVAL HYMNS, AND ONF 
 HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FIVE 
 CHORUSES ; 
 
 DESIGNED FOR USE ON 
 
 ' REVIVAL OCCASIONS, 
 
 FIRST EDITION. 
 
 NASHVILLE, TENV,: 
 
 CUMBERLArND PREaUYTERIAN PUBLISHING HOUSE. 
 1880. 
 
Entered according to the act of Congress in the 
 year 1880, by 
 
 L. McWHERTER, 
 in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at 
 
 Washington, D. C. 
 
 STEREOTYPED AND PRINTED AT THE CUMBERLAN1>- 
 
 PRESBYTERIAN PUBLISHING HOUSE, 
 
 NASHVILLE, TENN. 
 
PREFACE 
 
 This collection was made with special reference 
 to the wants of country churches, on revival occa- 
 sions. My experience as an evangelist gave me an 
 insight into the wants of tliose churches, that I am 
 oonfident this littJe book will fully supply; for it 
 will give them, at a very small price, just exactly 
 what they neei), so that all may sing. It will at the 
 same time, no doubt, be used largely and profitably 
 by town and city congregations. 
 
 The REVIVA1.1ST contains just one hundred re- 
 vival songs, with a hundred and twenty-five grand, 
 old choruses, all sound in doctrine and extremely 
 devotional in spirit. 
 
 I express my gratitude to the good brethren who 
 have so kindly assisted me in this work ; and, also, 
 to publishers who gave me permission to use their 
 hymns. 1 may have used some that I had no right 
 to ; if so, it was uot intended, and, if notified, I will 
 try to make it satisfactory. 
 
 Hoping The Rkvivalist may contribute largely 
 to the success ot revival efforts all over the land, it 
 Is most affectionately dedicated to the "Leading 
 Spirits " of the great Revival ot 180U. , 
 
 L. McWhektek. 
 
 Princeton, Ky., Nov. 1, 18S0. 
 
 (3) 
 
O Lord, revive thy work: wilt thou not rie- 
 vive us again, that thy people may rejoice m 
 thee? . . . Sing with the spirit and with 
 the understanding, making melody m yousr 
 heart to the Lord. — Bible, 
 
THE REVIVALIST 
 
 1 S. M. Wesley. 
 
 Responsibility. 
 
 1 A CHARGE to keep I have, 
 A God to glorify ; 
 
 A never-dying soul to save, 
 And fit it for the sky. 
 
 2 To serve the present age, 
 My calling to fulfil ; 
 
 O may it all my powers engage, 
 To do my Master's will. 
 
 3 Arm me with jealous care, 
 As in thy sight to live ; 
 
 And O, thy servant, Lord, prepare; 
 A strict account to give. 
 
 4 Help me to watch and pray. 
 And on thyself rely. 
 
 Assured, if I my trust betray, 
 I shall forever die. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 (To Jesus My All.) 
 
 Jesus my all to heaven is gone, 
 
 And we'll all shout together in that morning; 
 He whom I fix my hopes upon, 
 
 And we'll all shout together in that morning; 
 In that morning, in that morning, my Lord, 
 
 And we'll all shout together in that morning. 
 
 (5) 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 C. M. Watiw. 
 
 Sufferings of Christ. 
 
 1 Alas ! and did my Saviour bleed ? 
 And did my Sovereign die ? 
 
 Would he devote that sacred head 
 For such a worm as I? 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 O, how I love Jesus, 
 O, how I love Jesus, 
 0, how I love Jesus, 
 
 Because he first loved mc. 
 How can I forget thee, 
 How can I forget thee, 
 How can I forget thee, 
 
 Dear Lord, remember me. 
 
 2 Well might the sun in darkness hide^ 
 And shut his glories in, 
 
 When Christ, the mighty Saviour died 
 For man, the creature's sin. 
 
 3 Thus might I hide my blushing face 
 While his dear cross appears ; 
 
 Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, 
 And melt my eyes to tears. 
 
 4 But drops of grief can ne'er repay 
 The debt of love I owe ; 
 
 Here, Lord, I give myself away, 
 'T is all that I can do. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 C. M. Watts. 
 
 The Christian Soldier, 
 
 1 Am I a soldier of the cross, 
 
 A follower of the Lamb ? 
 And shall I fear to own his cause, 
 
 Or blush to speak his name? 
 
 We will stand the storms, 
 
 We will anchor by and by, by and by, 
 We will stand the storms, 
 
 We'll anchor by and by. 
 
 2 Are there no foes for me to face? 
 
 Must I not stem the flood ? 
 Is this vile world a friend to grace, 
 
 To help me on to God ? 
 
 S Sure I must fight, if I would reign ; 
 
 Increase my courage. Lord : 
 I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, 
 
 Supported by thy word. 
 
 4 Thy saints in all this glorious war 
 Shall conquer, though they die; 
 
 They see the triumph from afar, 
 And seize it with their eye. 
 
 5 When that illustrious day shall rise, 
 And all thy armies shine 
 
 In robes of victory through the skies, 
 The glory shall be thine. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 C. M. Newton, 
 
 Amazing Grace. 
 
 1 Amazing grace — how sweet the sound — 
 
 That saved a wretch hke me ! 
 I once was lost, but now am found; 
 
 Was bUnd, but now I see. 
 
 O, never mind the scoffs nor the frowns of the 
 world, 
 
 For we all have a cross to bear ; 
 It will only make the stars the brighter shine. 
 
 When we all get a crown to wear. 
 
 2 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, 
 And grace my fears relieved; 
 
 How pricious did that grace appear. 
 The hour I first believed ! 
 
 3 Through many dangers, toils, and snares, 
 I have already come ; 
 
 But grace has brought me safe thus far, 
 And grace will lead me home. 
 
 4 Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail. 
 And mortal life shall cease, 
 
 I shall possess, within the vail, 
 A life of joy and peace. 
 
 5 And should the earth dissolve like snow. 
 The sun forbear to shine ; 
 
 Still God, who called me here below, 
 Will be forever mine. 
 
THE REVIVALIST, 
 CM. 
 
 Approaching Christ. 
 
 1 Approach my soul, the mercy-seat. 
 Where Jesus answers prayer; 
 
 There humbly fall before his feet, 
 For none can perish there. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 O, the gospel ship, is a gallant ship; 
 
 A ship both safe and sound ; 
 O, who will sail on the gospel ship, 
 
 For the glorious land she's bound. 
 Come without money, there is no price. 
 
 No terms could easier be, 
 For Jesus paid our passage there, 
 
 And we'll have passage free. 
 
 2 Thy promise is my only plea, 
 With this I venture nigh: 
 
 Thou callest burdened souls to thee. 
 For such, O Lord, am I, 
 
 3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin. 
 By Satan sorely prest. 
 
 By war without and fears within, 
 I come to thee for rest. 
 
 4 O wond'rous love, to bleed and die. 
 To bear the cross and shame, 
 
 That guilty sinners, such as I, 
 Might plead thy gracious name ! 
 1* 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 L. M. 
 
 Expression of Gratitude. 
 
 1 Awake, my soul, in joyful lays, 
 And sing thy great Redeemer's praise; 
 He justly claims a song from thee; 
 His loving-kindness, O how free I 
 
 2 He saw me ruined in the fall. 
 Yet loved me notwithstanding all; 
 He saved me from my lost estate ; 
 His loving-kindness, "O how great! 
 
 3 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud, 
 Has gathered thick, and thundered loud, 
 He near my soul has always stood; 
 
 His loving-kindness, O how good I 
 
 4 Often I feel my sinful heart; 
 Prone from my Saviour to depart; 
 But though I oft have him forgot, 
 His loving-kindness changes not. 
 
 5 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale, 
 Soon all my mortal powers must fail; 
 O ! may my last expiring breath. 
 His loving-kindness sing in death 1 
 
 6 Then let me mount and soar away 
 To the bright world of endless day; 
 And sing with rapture and surprise, 
 His loving-kindness in the skies. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 6s. Wesley. 
 
 Christ^s Intercession, 
 
 1 Arise, my soul, arise. 
 
 Shake off thy guilty fears, • 
 The bleeding sacritice 
 
 In my behalf appears: 
 
 Jesus paid it all, 
 
 All to him I owe ; 
 Sin had left a crimson stain, 
 
 He washed it white as snow, 
 
 2 Five bleeding wounds he bears. 
 Received on Calvary ; 
 
 They pour effectual prayers, 
 They strongly plead for me : 
 
 3 The Father hears him pray, 
 His dear anointed one, 
 
 He cannot turn away 
 The presence of his Son. 
 
 4 My God is reconciled, 
 
 His pardoning voice I hear; 
 He owns me for a child, 
 I can no longer fear. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 (To P.M.) 
 
 Hallelujah to the Lamb, who has purchased 
 
 our pardon. 
 We'll praise him again when we X)ass over 
 
 Jordan. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 8s & 6s. 
 Sad Gethsemane. 
 
 1 Beyond where Cedron's waters flow, 
 Behold the suffering Saviour go, 
 
 To sad Gethsemane ; 
 His countenance is all divine, 
 Yet grief appears in every line. 
 
 2 He bows beneath the sins of men, 
 He cries to God, and cries again, 
 
 In sad Gethsemane ; 
 He lifts his mournful eyes above, 
 ■" My Father can this cup remove." 
 
 3 With gentle resignation still, 
 He yielded to his Father's will, 
 
 In sad Gethsemane ; 
 ^'Behold me here, thy only Son, 
 And Father, let thy will be done." 
 
 4 The Father heard, and angels there, 
 Sustained the Son of God in prayer, 
 
 In sad Gethsemane ; 
 He drank the dreadful cup of pain, 
 Then rose to life and joy again. 
 
 6 When storms of sorrow round us sweep, 
 And scenes of anguish make us weep ; 
 
 To sad Gethsemane, 
 We'll look and see the Saviour there, 
 And humbly bow, like him, in prayer. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 I'm bound for home, for my blissful home. 
 
 The house and the city above ; 
 And all who forsake their sins may come, 
 
 And dwell in that city of love. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 L. M. Grigg, 
 
 Jesus at the Door. 
 
 1 Behold a Stranger at the door! 
 He gently knocks, has knocked before ; 
 Has waited long — is waiting still ; 
 You treat no other friend so ill. 
 
 O, the Saviour is standing at the door! 
 0, the Saviour :s standing at the door! 
 Will you let hiui in ? He will cleanse thy sin. 
 O, the Saviour is standing at the door ! 
 
 2 lovely attitude ! He stands 
 
 With melting heart and bleeding hands* 
 O matchless kindness! and he shows 
 This matchless kindness to his foes ! 
 
 3 But will he prove a Friend indeed ? 
 He will ; the very Friend you need ; 
 The Friend of sinners — yes, 'tis He, 
 With garments dyed on Calvary. 
 
 4 Rise, touched with gratitude divine; 
 Turn out his enemy and thine. 
 
 That soul-destroying monster, sin, 
 And let the heavenly Stranger in. 
 
 5 Admit him, ere his anger burn ; 
 His feet departed, ne'er return ; 
 Admit him, or the hour's at hand, 
 You'll at his door rejected stand. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 iO 8s & 7s. 
 
 An Appeal for Prayer. 
 
 1 Brethren, we have met to worship 
 And adore the Lord our God; 
 
 Will you pray with all your power, 
 While we try to preach the word? 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 All is vain, unless tlie Spirit 
 Of the Holy One come down; 
 
 Brethren, pray, and holy manna 
 Will be shower'd all around, 
 
 2 Brethren, see poor sinners round you 
 Slumbering on the brink of woe; 
 
 Death is coming, hell is moving, 
 Can you bear to let them go ? 
 
 3 Sisters, will you join and help us, 
 While we struggle hard with sin; 
 
 Will you tell to trembling mourners, 
 Jesus waits to welcome them? 
 
 4 Let us love our God supremely, 
 Let us love each other too ; 
 
 Let us love and pray for sinners. 
 Till our God makes all things new. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 {To Come Thou Fount.) 
 I am happy, I am happy. 
 
 And I'm hajjpy in the Lord, 
 Nor I don't want to stay 
 Forever here. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 1 C. M. Watts. 
 
 Seeking the Holy Spirit. 
 
 1 Come Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove^ 
 With all thy quickening powers, 
 
 Kindle a flame of sacred love 
 In these cold hearts of ours. 
 
 2 Look! how we grovel here beloAV^ 
 Fond of these trifling toys ! 
 
 Our souls can neither fly nor go 
 To reach eternal joys. 
 
 3 lit vain we tune our formal songs 
 In vain we strive to rise ; 
 
 Hosannas languish on our tongues, 
 And our devotion dies, 
 
 4 Dear Lord, and shall we ever livo 
 At this poor, dying rate— 
 
 Our love is faint, so cold to thee, 
 And thine to us so sreat ? 
 
 5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove 
 With all thy quickening powers; 
 
 Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love. 
 And that shall kindle ours. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 {To Jesus My All.) 
 
 O, the Lord has been with us, 
 And the Lord is still with us. 
 And he's promised to be with us to the end. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 12 C. M. E. Jones. 
 
 Invitation to Sinners. 
 
 1 Come, humble sinner, in whose breast 
 A thousand thoughts revolve — 
 
 Oome, with your guilt and fear oppressed, 
 And make this last resolve : 
 
 2 I'll go to Jesus, though my sin 
 Hath like a mountain rose ; 
 
 I know his courts; I'll enter in, 
 Whatever may oppose. 
 
 3 Prostrate I'll lie before his throne, 
 And there my guilt confess; 
 
 I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone 
 Without his sovereign grace. 
 
 4 I'll to the gracious King approach 
 Whose scepter pardon gives; 
 
 Perhaps he may command my touch. 
 And then the suppliant lives. 
 
 5 Perhaps he may admit my plea, 
 Perhaps will hear my prayer; 
 
 But if I perish, I will pray, 
 And perish only there. 
 
 6 I can but perish if Fgo ; 
 I am resolved to try ; 
 
 For if I stay away, I know 
 I must forever die. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 S. M. Watts. 
 
 Christians Rejoicing. 
 
 1 Come, we that love the Lord, 
 And let our joys be known; 
 
 Join in a song of sweet accord, 
 And thus surround the throne. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 O, you must be a lover of the Lord, 
 O, you must be a lover of the Lord, 
 O, you must be a lover of the Lord, 
 Or you can't go to heaven when you die. 
 
 2 The sorrows of the mind 
 Be banished from the place ; 
 
 Religion never was designed 
 To make our pleasures less. 
 
 S Let those refuse to sing 
 
 Wno never knew our God; 
 But children of the heavenly King 
 
 May speak their joys abroad. 
 
 4 The hill of Zion yields 
 
 A thousand sacred sweets, 
 Bjfore we reach the heavenly fields. 
 Or walk the golden streets. 
 
 5 Then let our songs abound, 
 And every tetir be dry; 
 
 "We're marching through Iinmanuera 
 ground, 
 To fairer worlds on high. 
 a2 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 8s & 7s. Robinson. 
 
 Mercies Acknowledged. 
 
 1 Come, thou Fount of every blessing, 
 Tune my heart to sing thy grace ; 
 
 Streams of mercy, never ceasing. 
 Call for songs of loudest praise. 
 
 CHOEUS. 
 
 1 will arise, and go to Jesufl, 
 
 He will embrace me in his arms; 
 In the arms of my dear Saviour, 
 0, there are ten thousand charms, 
 
 2 Teach me some melodious measure 
 Sung by raj^tured saints above ; 
 
 Fill my soul with sacred pleasure, 
 While I sing redeeming love. 
 
 3 Jesus sought me when a stranger. 
 Wandering from the fold of God; 
 
 He, to save my soul from danger, 
 Interposed his precious blood. 
 
 4 O to grace how great a debtor 
 Daily I'm constrained to be ! 
 
 Let thy grace. Lord, like a fetter, 
 Bind my wandering heart to thee. 
 
 5 Prone to wander. Lord, I feel it; 
 Prone to leave the God I love ; 
 
 Here's my heart, O take and seal it; 
 Seal it for thy courts above. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 8s & 7s. Habt. 
 
 Sinners Invited to Jesus. 
 
 1 Come, ye sinners, poor and needy, 
 Weak and wounded, sick and sore; 
 
 Jesus ready stands to save you, 
 Full of pity, love, and power: 
 
 Turn to the Lord and seek salvation, 
 Sound the praise of His dear name ; 
 
 Glory, honor, and salvation, 
 
 Christ, the Lord, is come to. reign. 
 
 2 Now, ye needy, come and welcome ; 
 God's free bounty glorify: 
 
 True belief and true repentance — 
 Every grace that brings you nigh. 
 
 3 Let not conscience make you linger; 
 Nor of fitness fondly dream; 
 
 All the fitness He requireth, 
 Is to feel your need of Him. 
 
 4 Come, ye weary, heavy laden, 
 Bruised and mangled by the fall ; 
 
 If you tarry 'till you're better, 
 You will never come at all. 
 
 Chorus. — 
 
 Oh, the blood ! the precious blood ! 
 
 That Jesus shed for me ; 
 Upon the cross, in crimson flood, 
 
 Just now, by faith, I see. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 English. 
 
 Come to Jems. 
 
 1 Come to Jesus, come to Jesus, 
 Come to Jesus just now; 
 
 Just now, come to Jesus, 
 Come to Jesus, just now, 
 
 2 He will save you, etc 
 
 3 He is able, etc. 
 
 4 He is willing, etc. 
 
 5 He is waiting, etc. 
 
 6 He will hear you, etc. 
 
 7 He will cleanse you, etc 
 
 8 He'll renew you, etc. 
 
 9 He'll forgive you, etc. 
 If you trust Him, etc. 
 
 11 He will save you, etc. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 (To Jesics My All.) 
 
 There's none like lovely Jesus^ 
 
 Glory, hallelujah ! 
 There's none like lovely Jesus, 
 
 Glory, hallelujah ! 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 7s. Cennioi 
 
 The Pilgrim'' s Song, 
 
 1 Children of the heavenly King, 
 As we journey, let us sing; 
 Sing our Saviour's worthy praise, 
 Glorious in His works and ways. 
 
 Let us walk in the light. 
 Let us walk in the light, 
 Let us walk in the light, 
 In the light of God. 
 
 2 We are trav'ling home to God, 
 In the way our fathers trod ; 
 They are happy now, and we 
 Soon their happiness shall see. 
 
 3 O, ye banished seed, be glad ! 
 Christ our Advocate is made ; 
 Us to save, our flesh assumes, 
 Brother to our souls becomes. 
 
 4 Fear not, brethren, joyful stand 
 On the borders of our land ; 
 Jesus Christ, our Father's Son, 
 Bids us undismayed go on. 
 
 5 Lord! obediently we'll go, 
 Gladly leaving all below : 
 Only Thou our leader be, 
 And we still will follow Thee. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 Keep Praying. 
 
 1 Come burdened souls, with all your gilt, 
 
 And all your weight of woe ; 
 There's mercy at a throne of grace, 
 
 Keep praying as you go. 
 
 Keep praying, ever praying, 
 Through all our journey below; 
 
 To Jesus, to Jesus, 
 
 Keep x)raying as you go. 
 
 2 Behold the precious Lamb who died 
 For man, His love to show ; 
 
 And while you seek the blood-stained cros8. 
 Keep praying as you go. 
 
 3 Young soldiers, gird your armor on. 
 And boldly meet the "foe ; 
 
 Let faith direct, and hope inspire, 
 Keep praying as you go. 
 
 4 Ye pilgrims on the heavenly way, 
 Through trials here below, 
 
 O, never doubt a Saviour's love; 
 Keep praying as you go. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 {To Come Burdened Souls.) 
 
 It is the hope, the blissful hope, 
 Which Jesus' grace has given : 
 
 The hope when daj^s and years are past. 
 We all shall meet in heaven. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 S. M. Beddomk./ 
 
 Christ In Tears. 
 
 1 I)iD Christ o'er sinners weep? 
 And shall our cheeks be dry ? 
 
 Let floods of penitential grief 
 Burst forth from ev'ry eye 
 
 2 The Son of God in tears, 
 Angels with wonder see ! 
 
 Be thou astonished, my soul, 
 He shed those tears for thee. 
 
 3 He wept, that we might weep: 
 Each sin demands a tear ; 
 
 In heaven alone no sin is found, 
 And there's no weeping there. 
 
 SONG.— Chorus. 
 
 O, fathers, (mothers, etc.) ar'nt you happy, 
 
 And don't you want to go, 
 
 To leave this world of sorrow, 
 
 And trouble here below ? 
 
 Lord, I want more religion ! 
 
 Lord, I want more religion ! 
 
 Lord, I want more religion, 
 
 To help me on to Thee ! 
 
 Religion makes me happy. 
 
 And then I want to go. 
 
 To leave this world of sorrow 
 
 And trouble here below. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 20 C. M. DODDRIGE. 
 
 The Christian's Inquiry. 
 
 1 Do not I love thee, my Lord ? 
 Behold my heart and see, 
 
 Vnd turn each cursed idol out 
 That dares to rival thee. 
 
 CHOKUS. 
 
 I want to live a christian here, 
 I want to die a shouting; 
 
 I Wimt to feel my Saviour near, 
 When soul and body's parting. 
 
 2 Do not I love thee from my soul? 
 Then let me nothing iove: 
 
 Dead be my heart to every joy, 
 When Jesus cannot move. 
 
 3 Is not thy name melodious still 
 To mine attentive ear? 
 
 Doth not each pulse w ith pleasure bound. 
 My Saviour's voice to hear ? 
 
 4 Hast thou a lamb in all thy flock 
 I would disdain to feed ? 
 
 Hast thou a foe, before whose face 
 I fear thy cause to plead? 
 
 5 Thou knowest T love thee, dearest Lorr', 
 But oh ! I long to soar 
 
 Far from the sphere of mortal joys, 
 And learn to love thee more. 
 
THE REVIVALIST, 
 
 21 7s & 6s. 
 
 The Moui-ner^s Comforter. 
 
 1 Drooping souls, no longer grieve^ 
 Heaven is propitious ; 
 
 If on Christ you do believe, 
 You shall find him precious. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Jesus' blood has heal'd my wounds 
 Oh ! the wondrous story ; 
 
 I was lost, but now I'm found- 
 Glory! glory! glory! 
 
 2 Jesus now is passing by, 
 Calls the mourner to him ; 
 
 He has died for you and me, 
 Now look up and view him. 
 
 3 From his hands, his feet, his sidCy 
 Runs the healing lotion ; 
 
 See the rich, consoling tide. 
 Boundless as the ocean, 
 
 4 See the living waters move. 
 For the sick and dying ; 
 
 Now resolve to find his love, 
 Or to perish trying. 
 
 5 Streaming mercy, how it flowSp 
 Now I know I feel it; 
 
 ■ Half has never yet been told, 
 
 Yet I want to tell it. 
 2b 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 Tlie Land for Me. 
 
 1 Farewell, farewell to all below, 
 My Saviour calls and I must go; 
 
 1 launch my boat upon the sea — 
 This land is not the land for me. 
 
 2 I find the winding path of sin 
 A rugged road to travel in — 
 Beyond the chilling waves I see 
 The land my Saviour bought for me, 
 
 3 A few more days, or years at most, 
 We'll enter on fair Canaan's coast, 
 The land of Paradise to see, 
 
 And that's the land, the land for me. 
 
 4 sinner, why will you not go ! 
 There's room enough for you, I know- 
 My boat is sound, and passage free, 
 And there's a better land for thee. 
 
 ■5 Farewell, dear friends, I cannot stay. 
 The home I seek is far away ; 
 Where Christ is not I cannot be, 
 That land is not the land for me. 
 
 6 There is a land prepared for me, 
 The price was paid on Calvary ; 
 I have some friends I hope to see, 
 And that's the land, the land for me. 
 
THE REVIVALIST, 
 
 23 L. IVL 
 
 The Pilgrim's Farewell. 
 
 1 Farewell, dear friends, I must be gOKej, 
 I have no home or stay with you^ 
 
 I'll take my staff and travel o>n, 
 Till I a better world shall view. 
 
 I'll march to Canaan's land, 
 I'll land on Canaan's shore. 
 
 Where pleasures never end, 
 And partings are no more. 
 
 Farewell, farewell, farewell, 
 
 My loving friends, farewell I 
 
 2 Farewell, my brethren in the Lord, 
 To you I'm bound in cords of love ; 
 
 Yet we believe his gracious words. 
 That soon we all shall meet above. 
 
 8 Farewell, old soldiers of the cross. 
 
 You've struggled long and hard for heaven 
 
 You've counted all things here but dross, 
 Fight on, the crown shall soon be given^ 
 
 4 Farewell, poor careless sinners, too. 
 It grieves my heart to leave you here. 
 
 Eternal vengeance waits for you, 
 0, turn and find salvation near. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 {To any L. M.) 
 
 0, come, and let us go, let us go, let us ga, 
 0, come, and let us go, where pleas ui-e never 
 diee. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 L. M. StowelIm 
 
 Tlie Mercy Seat. 
 
 1 From every stormy wind that blows, 
 From every swelling tide of woes, 
 There is a calm, a sure retreat, 
 
 ^Tis found beneath the Mercy Seat. 
 
 2 There is a place where Jesus sheds 
 The oil of gladness on our heads ; 
 
 A place than all besides more sweet — 
 It is the blood-bought Mercy Seat. 
 
 3 There is a scene where spirits blend, 
 Where friend holds fellowshi]) with friend, 
 Tho' sundered far — by faith they meet 
 Around one common Mercy Seat. 
 
 4 Ah ! whither could we flee for aid, 
 When tempted, desolate, dismayed — 
 Or how the host of hell defeat, 
 
 Had suffering saints no Mercy Seat. 
 
 5 There ! there, on eagle wing we soar, 
 And sin and sense seem all no more, 
 And heaven comes down our souls to greet, 
 And glory crowns the Mercy Seat. 
 
 ■6 0, let my hand forget her skill, 
 My tongue be silent, cold, and still, 
 This bounding heart forget to beat, 
 If I forget the Mercy Seat. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 25 lis. KiRKHAM, 
 
 The Christian's Security. 
 
 1 How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord;, 
 Is laid for your faith in his excellent word ! 
 What more can he say than to you he hath said ? 
 You, who unto Jesus for refuge have fled. 
 
 I have some friends in glory, 
 I some time hope to see. 
 And I've others on tiieir journey, 
 And they'll pray for me. 
 
 2 In every condi^^ion, in sickness, in health, 
 In poverty's vale, or abounding in wealth ; 
 At home and abroad, on the land, on the sea, 
 
 •' As thy days may demand, shall thy strength 
 ever be." 
 
 3 " Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismayed^ 
 I, I am thy God, and will still give thee aid ; 
 I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee 
 
 to stand, 
 Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand. 
 
 4 Even down to old age, all my people shall. 
 
 prove,. 
 My sov'reign, eternal, unchangeable love; 
 And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn 7. 
 Like lambs they shall still in my bosom be 
 
 borne. 
 
 5 The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose^ 
 I will not, I will not desert to his foes ! 
 
 That soul, tho' all hell should endeavor to shake^ 
 I'll never — no never — no never forsake I" 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 66 & 9s. 
 Juy of a Convert. 
 
 1 How happy are they 
 
 Who their Saviour obey, 
 Aad have laid up their treasure above ! 
 
 Tongue can never expiess 
 
 The sweet comfort and peace, 
 Of a soul in its earliest love. 
 
 2 That sweet comfort w:is n^ine 
 
 When the favor divine 
 1 had found in the blood of the Lamb. 
 
 When at first I believe,, 
 
 What true joy I received, 
 What a heaven in Jesus' sweet name : 
 
 3 'Twas a heaven below 
 
 My Kedeemer to know ; 
 And the angels could do nothing more 
 
 Than to fall at his feet, 
 
 And the story repeat, 
 And the Lover of sinners adore. 
 
 4 Now my remnant of days 
 
 Would I spend to his praise, 
 Who hath died my poor f-oul to redeem 
 
 Whether man}' or few. 
 
 All my years are his due, 
 3Iay they all be devoted to him 
 
THE REVIVALIST, 
 
 27 lis & 12s. 
 
 Longing for Heaven. 
 
 1 I WOULD not live alway ; I ask not to stay 
 Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way^ 
 The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here. 
 Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its 
 
 cheer. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Home, home, sweet, sweet home, 
 
 Receive me, dear Saviour, in glory, my home, 
 
 2 I would not live alway, thus fetter'd by sin. 
 Temptation without, and corruption within ; 
 E'en the rapture of j^ardon is mingled with fears, 
 And the cup of thanksgiving with penitent tears, 
 
 P. I would not live alway ; no, welcome the tomb^ 
 Since Jesus has lain there, I dread not its gloom ; 
 Then sweet be my rest, till he bid me arise, 
 To hail him in triumph descending the skies. 
 
 4 Oh! who would live alway, away from his 
 
 God; 
 Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode? 
 Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright 
 
 plains, 
 And the noontide of glory eternally reigns. 
 
 5 Where saints of all ages in harmony moet, 
 Their Sa,viour and brethren transported to greet- 
 While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll. 
 And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the 
 
 soul. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 L. M. 
 Canaan, My Home. 
 
 1 I'm glad that I was born to die, 
 From grief and woe my Fonl shall fly; 
 Bright angels shall convey me home, 
 Away to the New Jerusalem 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Oanaan, sweet Canaan, 
 I'm bound for the land of Canaan ; 
 Oh ! Canaan, it is my happy home, 
 I'm bound for the land of Canaan. 
 
 2 Farewell, vain world, I'm going home, 
 My Saviour smiles and bids me come ; 
 Sweet angels beckon me away, 
 
 To sing God's praise in endless day. 
 
 3 When to that blessed world I rise, 
 And join the anthems in the skies, 
 This note above the rest shall swell, 
 My Jesus has done all things well. 
 
 4 Then shall I see my blessed God, 
 And praise him in his bright abode 
 My theme through all eternity, 
 Shall glory, glory, glory be. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 (To any L. M.) 
 
 We'll go on and serve the juord, 
 
 Halle-hallelujah ; 
 We'll go on and serve the Lord, 
 
 Glory hallelujah! 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 Tlie lie- Union of Saints. 
 
 I Immortal joys await the blest, 
 
 On yon eternal shore ; 
 There happy souls forever rest. 
 
 And Borrows are no more. 
 
 Oh ! that will be jovfnl, joyful, joyful. 
 
 Oh ! that will be joyful ! 
 
 To meet to part no more — 
 
 To meet to part no more, 
 
 On that delightful shore; 
 
 At Jesus' feet, we all shall meet, 
 
 Shall meet to part no more. 
 
 •2 Millions have home to glory gone, 
 And have obtained the prize; 
 
 Still millions more are pressing on, 
 To join them in. the skies. 
 
 3 tIt-rp living armies shall, at last, 
 On Zion's mountain meet ; 
 
 W ' "1 once the stormy Jordan's past. 
 Their union is complete. 
 
 4 If friendship in this vale of woe, 
 AVith Christians be so sw(^et, 
 
 Wh'd gushing ecstixy shall flow, 
 AVhen 'round the throne we meet. 
 
 2* 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 30 12s & 8s. Mrs. Gates. 
 
 Home of the Soul. 
 
 1 I WILL sing you a song of that beautiful land^ 
 The far-away home of the soul, 
 
 Where no storms ever beat on the glittering 
 strand, 
 While the years of eternity roll. 
 
 2 O that home of the soul, in my visions and 
 
 dreams 
 Its brigiit jasper walls I can see, 
 Till I fancy but dimly the vale intervenes 
 Between the fair city and me. 
 
 3 That unchangeable home is for you and for me^ 
 Where Jesus of Nazareth stands ; 
 
 The King of all kingdoms forever is he, 
 And he holdeth our crowns in his hands. 
 
 4 O how sweet it will be in that beautiful land. 
 So free from all sorrow and pain ! 
 
 With songs on our lips, and with harps in our 
 hands, 
 To meet one another again. 
 
 SONG — CHORUS. 
 
 O, carry me to heaven, when I die, 
 
 To sing the song of Moses, by and by. 
 
 O, father^?, (mothers, etc.) are you readj. 
 
 And don't you want to go, 
 
 To join that happy company 
 
 That's gon-^ on before? 
 
 O, yes, I want to go to heaven, when I di^- 
 
 To smg the song of Moses, by and by. 
 
THE REVIVALIWT. 
 
 S. M. DwiGHT. 
 
 Love to the Churoh. 
 
 1 I LOVE thy kingdom, Lord, 
 The house of thine abode, 
 
 The Church our blest Eedeemer saved 
 With his own precious blood. 
 
 2 I love thy Church, O God: 
 Her walls before thee stand, 
 
 Dear as the apple of thine eye, 
 And graven on thy hand. 
 
 5 For her my tears shall fall ; 
 
 For her my prayers ascend ; 
 To her my cares and toils be given 
 
 Till toils and cares shall end. 
 
 4 Beyond my highest joy 
 
 I prize her heavenly ways, 
 Her sweet communion, solemn vows. 
 Her hymns of love and praise. 
 
 5 Sure as thy truth shall last, 
 To Zion shall be given 
 
 The brighest glories earth can yield, 
 And brighter bliss of heaven. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 (To on Jordan's.) 
 
 On the other side of Jordan, 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 On the other side of Jordan, 
 
 Hallelujah! 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 P. M. Hunter. 
 
 The. Christianas Homie. 
 
 1 In the Christian's home in glory 
 There remains a land of rest ; 
 
 There my Saviour's gone before nflie 
 To fulfil my soul's request. 
 
 CHORUS 
 
 There is rest ior the weary, 
 There is rest for the weary, 
 There is rest for tlie weary, 
 
 There is rest for you ; 
 On the other side of Jordan 
 In the sweet fields of Eden, 
 Where the tree of life is bloomings 
 
 There is rest for you. 
 
 2 He is fitting up my mansion, 
 Which eternally shall stand ; 
 
 For my stay shall not be transient- 
 In that holy, happy land. 
 
 3 Sing, O sing, ye heirs of glory ! 
 Shout your triumphs as you g» ; 
 
 Zion's gates will open for you, 
 You shall find an entrance througk, 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 {To How Firm a Foundation.) 
 
 I am going, I'm going to fly away home 
 I am going to a city in the skies. 
 
THE REVlVALitiT. 
 
 C. :M. Newton. 
 
 Suhdued by the Cross, 
 
 1 In evil long I took delight, 
 Unawed by shame or fear ; 
 
 Till a new object struck my sight, 
 And stopped my wild career. 
 
 2 I saw one hanging on a tree, 
 In agonies and blood, 
 
 Who fixed his languid eyes on me, 
 As near his cross I stood. 
 
 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. 
 
 4 My conscience felt and owned the guilt, 
 And plunged me in despair: 
 
 1 saw my sins his blood had spilt. 
 And helped to nail him there. 
 
 5 A second look he gave, which said, 
 " I freely all forgive ; 
 
 This blood is for thy ransom paid; 
 I die that thou may'st live." 
 
 6 Thus, while his death my sin displays 
 In all its blackest hue. 
 
 Such is the mystery of grace. 
 It seals my pardon too. 
 
TME REVIVALIST. 
 
 34 7s. McDonald-. 
 
 Coming to the Cross. 
 
 1 I am coming to the cross, 
 I am poor, and weak, and blind;. 
 
 I am oounting all but dro.ss, 
 I sliull full salvation find. 
 
 I am trusting, Lord, in tlicc, 
 Blest Lamb of Calvary; 
 Humbly at thy cross I bov/, 
 Save me, Jesus, save me now. 
 
 2 Long my heart hath sighed for thee 
 Long has evil reigned within; 
 
 Jesus svreetly speaks to me, — 
 *' I will cleanse you from all sin." 
 
 3 Here I give ray all to thee, 
 Friends, and time, and eanhly stoie, 
 
 Soul and body thine to be, — 
 Wholly thine for evermore. 
 
 4 In thy promises I trust, 
 Now i feel the blood applied: 
 
 I am prostrate in the dust, 
 I with Christ am crucified. 
 
 5 Jesus comes ! tie fills my soul t 
 Perfected in him I am ; 
 
 I am every whit made whole: 
 Glory, glory to the Lamb. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 83 & 7S. BOWKING. 
 
 Gloi^jing in the Cross. 
 
 1 In the cross of Christ I glory, 
 Towering o'er the wrecks of time; 
 
 All the light of sacred story 
 
 Gathers round its head sublime. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 r^ound the cross of Christ we'll rally, 
 Counting earthly tilings but dross; 
 
 God forbid that we should glory 
 Only in the sacred cross. 
 
 2 When the woes of life o'ertake me, 
 Hopes deceive and fears annoy, 
 
 Xever shall the cross forsake me : 
 Lo! it giows with i^eace and joy. 
 
 S When the sun of bliss is beaming 
 
 Light and love upon my way, 
 From the cross the radiance screaming, 
 
 Adds new lustre to the day. 
 
 4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, 
 By tiie cross are sanctiticd; 
 
 Peace is there that knows no measure, 
 Joys that through all time abide. 
 
 5 In the cross of Christ I glory, 
 Towering o'er the wrecks of time; 
 
 All the light of sacred story 
 
 Gathers round its head sublime. 
 
THE REVIVALIST, 
 
 36 L. M. 
 
 A Home in Glory. 
 
 1 I LOVE my Saviour, yes I do, 
 And I'll sing glory, glory; 
 
 And all the world may love him too^ 
 And dwell with him in glory. 
 
 O glory! O glory! 
 There's room enough in Paradises 
 To have a home in glory. 
 
 2 I'm glad that I am born to die, 
 For I'll sing glory — glory, 
 
 And shout his praise above the sky. 
 And live with Liim in gloiy. 
 
 3 I have some friends before 'me gone» 
 AVho now sing glory — gloi-v; 
 
 And I'm resolved to follow oi^, 
 And meat my friends in glory, 
 
 4 If you get there before I do, 
 And find my friends in glory; 
 
 You may tell Ihem I'm comir.g (00, 
 Por I'm on my way to glory, 
 
 CHORUS. 
 [To I Love My Saviouv.] 
 
 And I'll sing hallelujah, 
 
 And glory be to God on high', 
 
 And I'll sing hallelujah, 
 There's glory beaming from tJb,e sicv 
 
THE iiEVTVAJLlST. 
 
 L. M. J. H. F. 
 
 A ilome Above. 
 
 1 I have a home, a home above, 
 I have a God, a God of love; 
 
 1 have a Saviour in the sky, 
 
 Who bids me come to him on high. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 A home above, a home above. 
 Where all is joy, and peace, and love, 
 A home above, a home above, 
 Where all is joy and love. 
 
 2 There through eternity I'll sing 
 The praises of my Heavenly King; 
 Aloud m/ ncw-b(jrn voice I'll raise 
 To sli^ac my dear iiodeemer's praise. 
 
 3 Soon angels bright, with music sweet, 
 Will greet my weary, wandering feet; 
 And thoise from here who've gone before 
 I'll meet upon that angel shoie. 
 
 4 I have a place above to rest, 
 Safe folded to my Saviour's breast; 
 To dwell forever in his love, 
 
 Siife in my home, my home above. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 [To I Have a Ho^ne.j 
 
 Will you go? will you go? 
 Go to that beautiful land with me? 
 Will you go? will you go? 
 Go to that beautiful laud? 
 ^^2 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 38 C. M. 
 
 Confessing Christ. 
 
 1 I'm not ashamed to own my Lord, 
 Or to defend his cause, 
 
 Maintain the honor of his word, 
 The glory of his cross. 
 
 2 Jesus, my God ! I know his name ; 
 His name is all my trust ; 
 
 ISoY will he put my soul to shame, 
 Nor let my hope be lost. 
 
 3 Firm as his throne, his promise stands. 
 And he can well secure 
 
 What I've committed to his hands, 
 Till the decisive hour. 
 
 4 Then will he own my worthless name, 
 Before his Father's face, 
 
 And in the Xew J erusalem 
 Appoint my soul a place. 
 
 SONG — CHORUS. 
 
 fathers, (mothers, etc.,) will you go with me? 
 O fathers will you go ? 
 
 fathers will you go with me 
 To the New Jerusalem ? 
 
 1 am bound for the kingdom. 
 Lord, I'm bound for the kingdom, 
 I am bound for the kingdom, 
 With sweet glory in my soul. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 L. M. Elliott. 
 
 Just as I Am. 
 
 1 Just as I am, without cue plea, 
 But that thy blood was sJied for me, 
 And that thou bid'st me come to thee, 
 O Lamb of God, I come ! I come I 
 
 I can no longer stay away, 
 I can no longer stay 
 Where the gospel sounds so sweetly to me, 
 I can no longer stay. 
 
 2 Just as I am — poor, wretched, blind; 
 Sight, riches, healing of the mind, 
 Yea, all I need, in thee to find, 
 O Lamb of God, I come ! I come ! 
 
 8 Just as I am — thou wilt receive, 
 Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve; 
 Because thy promise I believe, 
 O Lamb of God, I come ! I come ! 
 
 4 Just as I am — thy love unknown 
 Hath broken every barrier down; 
 Now, to be thine, yea, thine alone, 
 O Lamb of God, I come ! I come 1 
 
 CHORUS. 
 [To Just As I Am."] 
 
 hinder me not! 
 For I love to serve the Lord, 
 And I'll praise him when I die. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 40 7s. Double. Maksh. 
 
 Jesus Our Refuge. 
 
 1 Jesus, lover of my soul, 
 Let me to thy bosom fly, 
 
 While the billows near me roll, 
 While the tempest still is high: 
 
 Hide me, O my Saviour ! hide, 
 Till the storm of life be past; 
 
 Safe into the haven guide, 
 O receive my soul at last ! 
 
 2 Other refuge have I none; 
 Hangs my helpless soul on thee: 
 
 Leave, O leave me not alone ! 
 
 Still support and comfort me : 
 All my trust in thee is stayed ; 
 
 All my help from thee I bring ; 
 Cover my defence ess head 
 
 With the shadow of thy wing. 
 
 3 Thou, O Christ! art all I want: 
 More than all in thee I find; 
 
 Raise the fa len, cheer the faint. 
 Heal the sick and lead the blind. 
 
 Thou of life the fountain art; 
 Freely let me take of thee: 
 
 Spring thou up within my heart; 
 Rise to all eternity. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 [To Arise Jy Soul.] 
 
 And can it be that "He ioved me, 
 And gave himself for me?" 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 L. M. Cbnnick. 
 
 Christ the Way. 
 
 1 Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone, 
 He whom I tix my hopes upon ; 
 His track I see, and I'll pursue 
 The narrow way, till him I view. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 I am bound for the Promised Land, 
 I am bound for the Promised Land; 
 O, who will come and go with me, 
 I am bound for the Promised Land. 
 
 2 The way the holy prophets went, 
 The road that leads from banishment, 
 The King's highway of holiness 
 
 I'll go, for ail his paths are peace. 
 
 3 This is the way I long have sought, 
 And mourned because I found it not; 
 Till late I heard my Saviour say, 
 
 " Come hither, soul, I am the way." 
 
 4 Lo ! glad I come, and thou blessed Lamb 
 Shalt take me to thee as I am ; 
 Nothing but sin have I to give, 
 lifothing but love shall I receive. 
 
 5 Then will I tell to sinners round, 
 What a dear Saviour I have found ; 
 I'll point to thy redeeming blood, 
 And say, " Behold the way to God ! " 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 42 C. M. 
 
 Jerusalem. 
 
 1 Jerusalem, my happy home, 
 Name ever dear to me ; 
 
 When shall my labors have an end, 
 In joy, and peace, and thee? 
 
 cnoRUS. 
 
 T want to go, I want to go, 
 I want to go there too ; 
 I want to go where Jesus is, 
 I want to go there too. 
 
 2 Vrhen shall these eyes thy neaven-buiW 
 
 walls, 
 And pearly gates behold ? 
 Thy bulwarks with salvation strong, 
 And streets of shining gold. 
 
 3 O, when, thou city of my God, 
 Shall I thy courts ascend, 
 
 Where congregations ne'er break up, 
 And Sabbaths have no end. 
 
 4 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom. 
 In or sin nor sorroAv know; 
 
 Bless'd seats! through rude and stormj 
 scenes 
 I onw.Td press to you. 
 
 5 Jerusalem ! my happy home ! 
 My soul still pants for thee ; 
 
 Then shall my labors have an end, 
 When I thy joys shall see. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 3 8s & 73. Grant. 
 
 Tlie Cross Taken. 
 
 1 Jesus, I my cross have taken, 
 All to leave and follow thee; 
 
 Naked, poor, despised, forsaken — 
 Thou from hence my all shall be ! 
 
 Perish, every fond ambition — 
 
 All I've sought, or hoped, or known, 
 
 Yet how rich is my condition — 
 God and heaven are all mine own. 
 
 2 Let the world despise and leave me, 
 They have left my Saviour too; 
 
 Human hopes and looks deceive me, 
 Thou art not, like them, untrue; 
 
 I have called thee Abba Father, 
 I have set my heart on thee; 
 
 Storms may howl, and clouds may gather, 
 All must work for j^ood to me. 
 
 3 Soul, then know thy full salvation, 
 Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care; 
 
 Joy to find in every station, 
 Something still to do or bear. 
 
 Haste thee on from grace to glory, 
 
 Armed by faith, and winged by prayer ; 
 
 Heaven's eternal day's before thee, 
 God's own hand shall guide thee there 
 
 CHORUS. 
 {To Jesus My All.) 
 
 We are traveling home to heaven above, 
 Will you go, will you go ? 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 44 8s & 7s. 
 
 Tfie Gospel SJiip. 
 
 1 Lo! the gospel sliip is sailing, 
 Bound for Canaan's peaceful shore; 
 
 All who wish to sail for glory, 
 
 Come, and welcome, rich and poor. 
 
 cnoRus. 
 
 Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! 
 
 All iier sailors loudly cry; 
 While the blissful [>ort of glory 
 
 Opens to each faithful eye. 
 
 2 Thousands she has safely landed, 
 Far beyond this mortal sb.ore; 
 
 Thousands still are sailing in her, 
 
 Yet there's room for thousands more. 
 
 8 Pdchly laden with provisions — 
 Want, her sailors never know; 
 
 Gospel grace and every blessing 
 From her noble Pilot flow. 
 
 4 S'lils well filled with heavenly breezes. 
 
 Swiftly waft the ship along; 
 All her company rejoicing; 
 
 *' Glory I" bursts from every tongue. 
 
 6 Do not fear the ship will founder, 
 Though the foaming billows roar; 
 
 Jesus Christ will safely guide her, 
 To her destined, happy shore. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 45 7s. Hammond. 
 
 Seeking a Preparation of Heart. 
 
 1 Lord, we come before thee now, 
 At thy feet we humbly bow; 
 O, do not our suit disdain : 
 Shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain? 
 
 2 Lord, on thee our souls depend; 
 In compiission now descend ; 
 
 Fill our hearts with thy rich grace, 
 Tune our lix)S to sing thy praise. 
 
 3 Grant that all may seek and find 
 Tliee a gracious God, and kind; 
 Heal the sick, the captive free; 
 Let us all rejoice in thee. 
 
 SONG — CHORUS. 
 
 Seek him fathers, (mothers, etc.,) seek him early, 
 
 Seek him fathers till you find the Lord; * 
 
 ]\Liy I tell him you're a coming, 
 
 Trusting in his word ? 
 
 Been a long time seeking, 
 
 But now I'v^e found the Lord. 
 
 •Glory, glory, glory, glory, 
 
 Kewly born again; 
 
 Been a long time seeking, 
 
 But now I've found the Lord. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 46 S. M. Heath. 
 
 The Soul Warned. 
 
 1 My soul be on thy giiard, 
 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 every day, 
 And help divine implore. 
 
 3 Ne'er think the victory won, 
 Nor lay thine armor down, 
 
 Thy arduous work will not be done 
 Till thou obtan thy crown. 
 
 SONG — CHORUS. 
 
 0, fathers, (mothers, etc,) win you meet me. 
 O, fatiiers, will you meet me, 
 O, fathers, will you meet me 
 *0n Canaan's happy shore ? 
 By the grace of God I'll meet you, 
 By the grace of God I'll meet you, 
 By the grace of God I'll meet you 
 On Canaan's happy shore. 
 Then we'll shout, and give him glory, 
 Then we'll shout, and give him glory, 
 Then we'll shout, and give him glory, 
 For glory is his own. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 i7 8s & 7s. 
 
 Tlie Shining Shore. ' n 
 
 1 My days are gliding swiftlj^ by, 
 And I, a pilgrim stranger, 
 
 Would not detain them as they fly . j 
 Those hours of toil and danger. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 For 0, we stand on Jordan's strani', 
 
 Our friends are passing over; i 
 
 And just before, the shining shore I 
 
 We may almost discover ! ' 
 
 2 We'll gird our loins, my brethren de«u 
 Our heavenly home discerning ; 
 
 Our absent Lord the watchword gave, 
 Let every lamp be burning. 
 
 3 Should coming days be cold and dark, 
 We will not yield "to sorrow ; 
 
 Our perfect rest nauglit can molest, 
 There's glory on to-morrow. 
 
 4 Let sorrow's rudest tempest blow, 
 Each cord on earth to sever : 
 
 Our King says come, and there's our hom( 
 Forever, O forever. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 {To Jesus My All.) 
 
 We're going home, we're going home. 
 We're going home, to die no more ; 
 To die no more, to die no more. 
 We're going home, to die no more. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 • Nearing the Better Land. 
 
 1 My latest sun is sinking fast, 
 My race is nearly I'un ; 
 
 My strongest trials now are past 
 My triumph i^ begun. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 O come, angel banu, 
 
 Come, and around me stand; 
 
 O bear me away on j'our snowy wings 
 
 To my immortal home. 
 
 2 I know I'm nearing the holy ranks, 
 Of friends and kindi-ed dear, 
 
 For I brush the dew on Jordan's banks, 
 The crossing must be near. 
 
 3 I've almost gained my heavenly home. 
 My spirit loudly sings ; 
 
 The holy ones, behold, they cornel 
 I hear the noise of wings. 
 
 4 O, bear my longing heart to him 
 Who bled and died for me; 
 
 AVhose blood now cleanses from all siii» 
 And gives me victory. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 (.To any L. JX.) 
 
 I'll never turn back any more, 
 
 No more, no more. 
 
 My Lord, no more, 
 
 I'll never turn back any more. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 6s & 7s. 
 Sweet as Manna, 
 
 1 My brethren, I have found, 
 A. land that doth abound 
 
 With food as sweet as manna; 
 The more I eat, I find, 
 Tiie more I am ineUn'd, 
 
 To sing and sliout Hosanna 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 l\Iy soul now longs to go, 
 Where I shall fully know 
 
 The glories of my Saviour ; 
 And as I pass along, 
 I'll sing a Christian song: 
 
 I hope to live forever. 
 
 2 Perhaps you think I'm wild, 
 Or simple as a child — 
 
 I am a child of glory ; 
 I am born from above, 
 My heart is full of love^ 
 
 I long to tell the story. 
 
 S My brethren, can't you say, 
 That you are on the way — 
 
 Are on your way to glory ? 
 I care not what's your name, 
 Heligion is the same — 
 
 A hope that's full of glory. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 O L. M. 
 
 Going Home. 
 
 1 My heavenly home is bright and fair^ 
 Kor sin, nor sorrow enters there ; 
 
 Its guttering towers the sun outshine. 
 That heavenly mansion shall be mine. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 I am on my journey home, 
 I am on my journey home, 
 
 To the New Jerusalem; 
 So fare you well, so fare you welly 
 
 I'm going home. 
 
 2 IMy Father's house is built on high 
 Above the arched and starry sky. 
 When from this earthly prison fre-e, 
 That heavenly mansion mine shall be. 
 
 3 While here a stranger far from home, 
 Affliction's waves may roun<l me foam, 
 Be mine the happier lot to own, 
 
 A heavenly mansion near the throne. 
 
 cnoRus. 
 {To My Heavenly Home.) 
 
 Come, let us join our hearts and hands, 
 
 All in one band completely ; 
 We're marching through Immanuel's lands,, 
 
 Where the waters flow so freely ; 
 We're marching through Immanuel's landSy 
 
 Where the angels sing so sweetly. 
 
THE REYIVALIST. 
 
 51 6s & 4s. 
 
 Nearer io Thee. 
 
 1 Nearee, my God, to thee, 
 Nearer to thee; 
 
 E'en though it be a cross 
 
 That raiseth me. 
 Still all my song shall be, 
 ^Nearer, my God, to thee, 
 
 Nearer to thee. 
 
 2 Though like a wanderer, 
 Daylight all gone, 
 
 Darkness be over me, 
 
 My rest a stone ; 
 Yet in my dreams I'd be 
 Nearer, my God, to thee, 
 
 Nearer to thee. 
 
 3 There let the way appear 
 Steps up to heaven ; 
 
 All that thou sendest mo 
 
 In mercy given ; 
 Angels to beckon me 
 Nearer, my God, to thee, 
 
 Nearer to thee. 
 
 4 Or, if on joyful wing. 
 Cleaving the sky. 
 
 Sun, moon, and stars forget. 
 
 Upward I fly, 
 Still all my song shall be, 
 ■ Nearer, my God, to thee, 
 
 Nearer to thee. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 C. M. COWPER^ 
 
 Walking with God. 
 
 1 O FOR a closer walk with God ! 
 A calm and heavenly frame! 
 
 A light to shine upon the road 
 That leads me to the Lamb I j 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Help me, dear Saviour, thee to own, 
 
 And ever faithful be ; 
 And when thou sittest on thy throne. 
 
 Dear Lord, remember me. 
 
 2 What peaceful hours I then enjoyed I 
 Ho V sweet their memory still 1 
 
 But now I find an aching void 
 The world can never fill. 
 
 3 Eeturn, 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, 
 What'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. 
 
THE REVIVALIST, 
 
 53 ' 8s & 7s. 
 
 Glory. 
 
 1 SINNER, come, without delay,. 
 And seek a home in glory ; 
 
 The Lord is caUing you to-day, 
 He pleads for you in glory/ 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 glory! glory ! 
 
 There's power in Jesus' dying love^ 
 
 To bring you home to glory. 
 
 2 turn and live, to you he cries. 
 And you shall share my glory ; 
 
 But if my merc}^ you despise, 
 You can not see my glory. 
 
 3 Repent, and give him now your heart. 
 He is the Lord of glory; 
 
 Confess his name, secure a part, 
 When he shall come in glory. 
 
 4 Now is your time — no more delay^ 
 For soon he'll come in glory; 
 
 If shut without, in vain you'll pray— 
 You've lost all hope of glory. 
 
 Palms of victory, crowns of glory. 
 Palms of victory you shall bear 
 Shout, O glory, O glory. 
 Palms of victory you shall bear* 
 3* 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 C. M. Stexnett 
 
 Heaven in Prospect. 
 
 1 On Jordan's stormy banks I stand, 
 
 And cast a wishful eye ; 
 To Canaan's fair and happy land, 
 
 Where my possessions lie. 
 
 O heaven, sweet heaven, 
 Dear heaven of the blest; 
 
 How I long to be there, 
 
 In its glories to share. 
 
 And to lean on my Saviour's breast 
 
 2 the transporting, rapturous scene, 
 
 That rises to my sight ! 
 Sweet fields arrayed in living green. 
 
 And rivers of delight. 
 
 S O'er all those wide-extended plains, 
 
 Shines one eternal day ; 
 There God, the Son, forever reigns, 
 
 And scatters night away. 
 
 4 When shall I reach that hajopy place. 
 
 And be forever blest ? 
 When shall I see my Father's face, 
 
 And in his bosom rest ? 
 
 h Filled with delight, my raptured soul 
 
 Would here no longer stay ; 
 Though Jordan's waves should round me 
 roU. 
 
 I'd fearless launch away. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 65 7s & Gs. 
 
 Longing to be with Jcsux 
 
 1 O WHEN- shall I see .Tesn?, 
 And. reign with him abov^, 
 
 And from the flowing founLains 
 Drink everlasting love. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 I am on my way to Canaan^ 
 I am on my wa.y to Canaan^ 
 I am on my way to Canaan,, 
 To the New JerusaJem. 
 
 2 When shall I be delivered 
 From this vain world of sin^ 
 
 And with my blessed Jesus, 
 Ijrink endless pleasures in ? 
 
 3 But now I am a soldier, 
 My Captain's gone before, 
 
 He's given me my orders, 
 And tells me not to fear. 
 
 4 Thronerh grace I am deterniined 
 To conquer, though I die; 
 
 And then away to Jesus, 
 On wings of love I'll fly. 
 
 5 Gird on the heavenly armor, 
 Of faith, and hope, and love 
 
 And when the battle's end<^U, 
 You'll reign with him aboTcf- 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 L. M. Doddridge. 
 
 Happy Day. 
 
 1 O HAPPY day, that fixed my choice, 
 Oil thee, my Saviour and my God! 
 
 Well may this glowing heart rejoice, 
 And tell its raptures all abroad. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Happy day, happy day, 
 
 When Jesus washed my sins away: 
 
 He taught me how to watch and pray, 
 
 And live rejoicing every day, 
 
 Happy day, happy day, 
 
 When Jesus washed my sins away. 
 
 2 'Tis done, the great transaction's done — 
 I am my Lord's, and he is mine; 
 
 He drew me, and I followed on. 
 
 Charmed to confess the voice divine. 
 
 S Now rest, my long-divi<^ed heart; 
 
 Fixed on this blissful centre, rest; 
 Nor ever from thy Lord depart, 
 
 With him of every good possessed. 
 
 4 High heaven, that heard tBe solemn vow^. 
 
 That vow renewed shall daily hear, 
 'Till in life's latest hour I bow. 
 
 And bless, in death, a bond so dear. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 57 C. M. Dk. Milmk 
 
 Waiting for Jesus. 
 
 1 0, LAND of rest, .tor thee I sigh^ 
 When will the moment come, 
 
 "When 1 shall lay my armor by, 
 And dwell in peace at home. 
 
 We'll wait till Jesus comes, 
 We'll wait till Jesus comes, 
 "We'll wait till Jesus comes, 
 And we'll be gathered home. 
 
 2 No tranquil joys on earth I know^ 
 No peaceful sheltering dome, 
 
 This world's a wilderness of woe, 
 This world is not my home. 
 
 3 To Jesus Christ I fled for rest; 
 He bade me cease to roam. 
 
 And lean for succor on his breast, 
 And he'd conduct me home. 
 
 4 I sought at once my Saviour's side, 
 No more my steps shall roam : 
 
 With him I'll brave death's chilling tide_. 
 And reach my heavenly home. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 {To Jerusalem, My.) 
 
 Home, sweet home, my long sought home* 
 My home in heaven above. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 Judgment Seat of Christ. 
 
 1 0, there will be shouting, 
 Shouting, shouting, shouting; 
 O, there will be siiouting 
 
 At the judgment seat of Christ. 
 Wives and husbands there shall meet, 
 Wives and husbands there shall meet, 
 Wives and husbands there shall meet, 
 Shall meet to part no more. 
 
 2 O, there will be mourning; 
 Moun-ning, mourning, mourning, 
 
 ' O, there will be mourning, 
 At the judgment seat of Christ. 
 Vf ives and husbands there shall part, 
 Wives and husbands there shall part, 
 Wives and husbands there shall part. 
 Shall part to meet no more. 
 
 3 O, there will be shouting; 
 Shouting, shouting, shouting, 
 O, there will be shouting. 
 
 At the judgment seat of Christ. 
 Brothers and sisters there shall meet, 
 Brothers and sisters there shall meet, 
 Broth'^rs and sisters there shall meet, 
 Shall meet to part no more, etc. 
 
THE KEVIVALIST. 
 
 59 P. M. 
 
 Rejoicing in Hope. 
 
 1 Our bondage here shall end by i;nd hy^ 
 
 From Egypt's yoke set free, 
 Hail the glorious jubilee, 
 And to Canaan we'll return by and by. 
 
 2 Our deliverer will come by and by, 
 
 And our sorrows liave an end 
 With our threescore years and ten, 
 And vast glory crown the day, by and by. 
 
 3 Then friends shall meet again who have loved j 
 
 Our embraces shall be sweet 
 At our dear Kedeemer's feet, 
 When we meet to part no more, who hav3 
 loved. 
 
 4 Then, with all the happy throng, we'll 
 
 rejoice, 
 Shouting glory to our King, 
 While tue vaults of heaven shall ring. 
 And through all eternity we'll rejoice. 
 
 SONG — cnoRus. 
 
 O, fare you well ; 0, fare you well ; 
 
 When we get to h .'aven, we will part no more ; 
 Christians (lathers, etc.,) fare you well, 0, fare 
 you well ; 
 
 For when we get to heaven we'll part no more. 
 If you get there before I do ; 
 
 And when we getto heaven, we'll p.irtnomore; 
 Tell all my friends I m coming too ; 
 
 And when we get to hea\ en, we'll part no more. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 130 10s & 9s. PiiiL : 
 
 Let the Master In. 
 
 1 Once I heard a sound at my heart's dark doc | 
 And was roused from the slumber of sm ; f 
 
 It was Jesus knocked, he had knocked befori. j 
 Now I said, "Blessed Master, come in." 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Then open, open, 
 
 Open, let the Master in ; 
 For the heart will be bright with a heaven] v 
 light, 
 
 "When you let the Master in. 
 
 2 Then he spread a feast of redeeming love. 
 And he made me his own happy guest ; 
 
 In my joy I thought that tiie sainus above 
 Could be hardly more favored or blest. 
 
 3 In the holy war with the foes of truth, 
 He's my Shield, he my table prepares. 
 
 He restores my soul, he renews my youth, 
 And gives triumph in answer to prayers. 
 
 4 He will feast me still with his presence diOiw, 
 And the love he so freely hath given. 
 
 While his promise tells, as I serve him here, 
 Of the banquet of glory in heaven. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 {To Jesus My All.) 
 I am bound to live in the service of my Lord, 
 
 I am bound to die in the army ; 
 In the array — in the army of my Lord, 
 I am bound to die in the army. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 61 L. M. 
 
 Pilgrims Bound for Canaan, 
 
 1 Pilgrims, we are to Canaan boiuia, 
 Our journey lies along the road; 
 
 This wilderness we travel round. 
 To reach the city of our God. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 O happy pilgrims, spotless, fair, 
 What makes your robes so white appear? 
 Our robes are washed in Jesus' blood, 
 And we are trav'ling home to God. 
 
 2 O blessed land ! O happy land ! 
 When shall we reach thy golden shore? 
 
 And one redeemed, unbroken band 
 United be forevermore. 
 
 3 And if our robes are pure and white, 
 May we all reach that blest abode ? 
 
 O yes, they all shall dwell in light, 
 
 Whose robes are washed in Jesus' blood. 
 
 4 We all shall reach that golden shore, 
 If here we watch, and fight, and pray ; 
 
 Straight is the way, nnd straight the door, 
 And none but pilgrims find the way. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 (To IHlgrims We Ar«.) 
 
 O, heaven, sweet heaven, when shall I see? 
 O when shall I get tliere? 
 c2 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 62 C. M. WATm 
 
 Deliverance. 
 
 1 Plunged in a gulf of dark despair. 
 We wretched sinners lay, 
 
 Without one cheering heam of iiope. 
 Or si)ark of glimm'ring- day. 
 
 CHORUS, 
 
 1 own I'm base, I own I'm vilo, 
 
 But mercy's all my plea; 
 Eemember, Lord, thy dying jjrroans. 
 
 And then remember me. 
 
 2 With pitying eyes the Prince of gr;ic@ 
 Beheld our iielpless grief: 
 
 He saw, and (O, amazing love!) 
 He ran to our relief. 
 
 3 Down from the shining seats above 
 With joyful luiote he tied, 
 
 Entered the grave in mortal flesh. 
 And dwelt among the dead. 
 
 4 O for this love let rocks and hills 
 Their lasting silence break! 
 
 And all harmonious human tongues 
 Their Saviour's praises speak. 
 
 5 Angels, assist our mighty joys, 
 Strike all your harps of gol<i; 
 
 But when you raise your highest note% 
 HiiJ love can ne'er be toidl 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 63 7s. 
 
 Rock of Ages. 
 
 1 Rock of Ages, cleft for me, 
 Let nie hide myself in thee: 
 Let the water and the blood, 
 
 From thy wounded side which flowed 
 
 Be of sin the double cure ; 
 
 Cleanse me from its guilt and power. 
 
 2 Not the labor of my blinds 
 Can fulfil the law's demands ; 
 Could my zeal no respite know. 
 Could my tears forever flow, 
 All for sin toald not atone; 
 Thou must save, and thou alone. 
 
 3 Nothing in my hand I bring, 
 Simply to thy cross I cling ; 
 Naked, come to thee for dress, 
 Helpless, look to thee for grace; 
 Vile, I to the fountain fly, 
 "Wash mo, Saviour, or I die. 
 
 4 WhiliS I draw this fleeting breath, 
 When my heart-strings break in death. 
 When I soar to worlds unknown, 
 
 See thee on thy judgment-throne, 
 Eock. of Ages, cleft for me, 
 Let me hide myself in thee. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Sing Glory, Glory, Glory, Hallelujah, 
 We'll shout when we meet him in the air. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 Revive thy Work. 
 
 1 Revive thy work, Lord, 
 
 Now to thy saints appear ; 
 Oh, speak with power to every hearty 
 
 And let thy people hear. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Eevive thy work, Lord, 
 While here to thee we how; 
 
 Descend, O gracious Lord, descend. 
 And bless thy people now. 
 
 2 Revive thy work, Lord, 
 And ma}^ thy sacred word. 
 
 With precious power to every heart. 
 In living faith be heard. 
 
 3 Revive thy work, O Lord; 
 Give pentacostal showers, 
 
 Be thine the glory, thine alone; 
 The blessing, Lord, be ours. 
 
 4 Revive thy work, O Lord, 
 And hear our humble cry, 
 
 And send with a i^eviving power. 
 Thy Spirit from on high. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Kindest and best of the sons of the morningy 
 Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid ; 
 
 ftar of the east the horizon adorning, 
 Guide where cur infant Redeemer was laid. 
 
TIfE REVIVALIST. 
 
 as CM. 
 
 Religion. 
 
 1 Eeligion is the chief concern 
 Of mortals liere below : 
 
 May I its great importance learn, 
 It's sov'reign virtue know. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Religion's more than life to me. 
 
 It's all my soul desires ; 
 It sets my captive spirit free, 
 
 And lifts my soul up higher. 
 
 2 More needful this than glit'ring wealtk 
 Or aught the world bestows ; 
 
 Not reputation, food, or health, 
 Can give us such repose. 
 
 S Religion should our thoughts engage, 
 
 Amidst our youthful bloom ; 
 Twill fii; us for declining age, 
 
 And for the awful tomb. 
 
 4 Let deep repentence, faith, and love. 
 
 Be joined with godly fear ; 
 And all my conversation prove. 
 
 My heart to be sincere. 
 
 O how I love religion, 
 O how I love religicHi, 
 
 how I love religion, 
 
 1 love it in my soul. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 8s&7s. 
 
 Saviour, Visit thy Plantation, 
 
 1 Saviour, visit thy plantation. 
 Grant us, Lord, -a. grainous rain, 
 
 Ail will come to desolation, 
 Unless thou return again. 
 
 Lord, revive us, Lord, revive us, 
 All our help must come from thee^ 
 
 Lord, revive us, Lord, revive us, 
 All our help must come from thee 
 
 2 Keep no longer at a distance, 
 Shine upon us from on high; 
 
 Lest for want of thy assistance. 
 Every plant should droop and die. 
 
 3 Surely, once thy garden flourished, 
 Every plant looked gay and green ; 
 
 Then thy word our spirits nourished ; 
 Happy seasons we have seen. 
 
 4 But a drouth has since succeeded, 
 And a sad decline we see : 
 
 Lord, thy help is greatly needed, 
 Help can only come from thee. 
 
 I am bound for the kingdom. 
 Will you go to Glory with me ?' 
 Hallelujah, praise ye the Lord. 
 
THE nEVIVALIST. 
 
 ^7 8ri & 7s. ROBINSOX 
 
 Hcj n't ring Before the Cross. 
 
 1 Stteet the moments, rich in blessing, 
 Which before the cross I sju:>nd; 
 
 Life, and health, and i»eace i)Ossessing, 
 From the sinner's dying Friend. 
 
 CHORUS, 
 
 I love Jesus, I love Jesus- 
 
 I love Jesus ; yes I do ; 
 He's my Saviour, hallelujah? 
 
 Jesus smilf-s, and Ir \^os me too. 
 
 2 Truly blessed is this station, 
 Low before the cross I lie; 
 
 "While I see divine compassion, 
 Beaming in his gracious eye. 
 
 3 Love and grief my heart dividing, 
 \Mth my tears his feet I'll bathe; 
 
 Constant still in faith abiding, 
 Life deriving from his death. 
 
 4 May I still enjoy this feeling, , ] 
 Still to my Redeemer go ; 
 
 Prove his wounds the source of healing, 
 And himself more truly know. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 (To Chi dren of., 
 
 I'll praise God, and you'll praise God 
 And we'll all praise God together; 
 
 £'11 praise the Lord for the work that he has 
 done. 
 And we'll bless his name forever. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 L. M Watts 
 
 Pl^admq for Pardon. 
 
 1 Show pity, Lord, Lord, forgive, 
 Let a repenting rebel live ; 
 Are not thy mercies large and free '. 
 May not a sinner trust in thee ? 
 
 I love the Lv)rd, for he first loved me; 
 And he died on the cross for sinners. 
 
 2 O wash my soul from every sin. 
 And ma^e my guilty conscience jlean ; 
 Here on my heart the burden lies, 
 
 A nd past otfenses pain my eyes. 
 
 3 My lips witb sh^me my sins confess, 
 Against thy law, tigainst thy grace : 
 Lord, should thy judgment grow severe^ 
 I am condemned, but thou art clear. 
 
 4 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, 
 Whose hope, still hovering round thy word 
 Would light on some sweet promise there 
 Some sure support against despair. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 {To Show Pity, Lord.) 
 
 O pity me, dear Saviour! 
 If there's any mercy, JiOrd, 
 O send it down to me, 
 And I'll sing halle-hallelujah! 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 69 P. M. Mrs. Sladb. 
 
 Footsteps of Jesus. 
 
 1 Sweetly, Lord, have we heard the calling, 
 
 Come, follow me ! 
 And we see where thy footprints falling 
 Lead us to thee. 
 
 CHOEUS. 
 
 Footprints of Jesus, that make the pathway glow; 
 We will follow the steps of Jesus wherever they 
 go. 
 
 2 Though they lead o'er the cold dark mountains, 
 
 Seeking his sheep ; 
 Or along by Siloam's fountains, 
 Helping the weak. 
 
 :\ If they lead through the temple holy. 
 Preaching the word ; 
 Or in homes of the poor and lowly. 
 Serving the Lord. 
 
 [ Though, dear Lord, in thy pathway keeping, 
 We follow thee ; 
 Through the gloom of that place of weeping, 
 Gethsemane ! 
 
 5 By and by, through the shining x^ortals, 
 Turning our feet. 
 We shall walk with the glad immortals^ 
 Heaven's golden streets. 
 d4 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 70 8s & 7. EicR 
 
 Beyond the River. 
 
 1 Shall we meet beyond the river, 
 Where the surges cease to roll? 
 
 "Where, in ah the bright forever, 
 Sorrow shall ne'er press the soul? 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Shall we meet, shall we meet. 
 Shall we meet bej^ond the river? 
 Shall we meet beyond the river, 
 Where the surges cease to roll! 
 
 2 Shall we meet in that blest harbor, 
 When our storm}'' voyage is o'er? 
 
 Shall we meet and cast the anchor 
 By the fair celestial shore ? 
 
 S Shall we meet with Christ, our Saviour, 
 When he comes to claim his ow^n? 
 
 Shall we know his bk-ssed favor. 
 And sit down upon his throne? 
 
 CHORUS. 
 {To Any C. M.) 
 
 A Saviour, let creation sing; 
 A Saviour, let all heaven ring; 
 He's God with us, we feel him ours; 
 His fulness in <jur souls he pours; 
 'Tis almost done, 'tis almost o'er; 
 We're joining ihose who're gone before; 
 We then shall meet to part no more. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 71 8s & 7s. 
 
 Sliall We Gather at the River. 
 
 1 Shall we gather at the river, 
 Where bri,i;ht angel feet have trod, 
 
 With its crystal tide forever 
 Flowing by the throne of God? 
 
 Yes, we'll gather at the river, 
 
 The beautifnl, the beautiful river. 
 
 Gather with the Saints at the river, 
 That flows by the throne of Godl 
 
 2 On the margin of the river, 
 
 Washing up its silver spray. 
 
 We will walk and worship ever 
 
 All the happy, golden day. 
 
 3 At the smiling of the river, 
 Mirror of the Saviour's face, 
 
 Saints whom death shall never sever. 
 Lift their songs of saving grace. 
 
 4 Soon we'll reach the shining river, 
 Soon our pilgrimage will cease. 
 
 Soon our happy hearts will quiver 
 Witii the melody of peace. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 (7b O When Shall.) 
 O how charming; how charmingi 
 How charming is Jesus! 
 He is iny redeemer, 
 My Lord and my God. 
 
THE REVI^/ALIST. 
 
 72 " C. M. 
 
 Salvation. 
 
 1 Salvation! the joyful sound, 
 'Tis pleasure to our ears ; 
 
 A sovereign balm for every wound, 
 A cordial for our fears. 
 
 I do believe ; I now believe, 
 That Jesus died for me ; 
 
 That J'esus died for all mankind, 
 Yes. Jesus died for me. 
 
 2 Buried in sorrow and in sin, 
 At hell's dark door we lay ; 
 
 But we arise by grace divine, 
 To see ti heavenly day. 
 
 S Salvativ-.i' let the echo flv 
 The spacious earth around, 
 
 While all the armies of the sky 
 Conspir*^ to raise the sound. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Don't taik abou^'. sorrowing here below. 
 Let's talk about loving Jesus ; 
 
 Jesus iny all to heaven is gone, 
 And I'^j. sing glory, glory ; 
 
 He whom I fix my hopes ujon, 
 While marching on to giory. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 73 7s. Wesley. 
 
 Sinners Turn. 
 
 1 Sinners, turn ; why will ye die ? 
 God, your Maker, asks you why ; 
 God, who did your being give. 
 Made you with himself to live. 
 
 O turn, sinner, turn, 
 
 May the Lord help you turn, 
 
 O turn, sinner, turn, 
 
 Why will you die ? 
 
 2 Sinners, turn; why will ye die? 
 God, your Saviour, asks you why? 
 Why, ye ransomed sinners, why 
 Will ye slight his grace and die ? 
 
 3 Sinners, turn ; why will ye die? 
 God. the Spirit, asks you wdiy; 
 
 O ye dying sinners, why, 
 wily will ye forever die ? 
 
 SONG — CHOKUS. 
 
 I have a Saviour (Father, etc.,) over yonder, 
 
 I have a Saviour over yonder, 
 
 I have a Saviour over yonder, 
 
 Gn the other bright shore. 
 
 O, bless the Lord, I want to go there, 
 
 O, bless the Lord, I want to go tiiere, 
 
 O, bless the Lord, I want to go there, 
 
 On the other bright shore. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 74 C. M. HosKiNS. 
 
 Belwld the Lamb. 
 
 1 Sinners, behold the Lamb of God, 
 
 Who takes away our guilt: 
 Look to the precious, priceless blood, 
 
 That Jews and Gentiles spilt. 
 
 And is there now no other way 
 To Canaan's peaceful ground? 
 
 Christ is the only way to God, 
 None other can be found. 
 
 2 From heaven he came to seek and sav^, 
 Leaving his blest abode ; 
 
 To ransom us himself he gave: 
 ** Behold the Lamb of God ! " 
 
 3 He came to take the sinner's place. 
 And shed his precious blood: 
 
 Jjet Adam's guilty, ruined race 
 "Behold the Lamb of God!" 
 
 4 Sinners, to Jesus then draw near, 
 Invited by his word ; 
 
 The chief of sinners need not fear: 
 "Behold the Lamb of God!" 
 
 5 Spirit of grace, to us apply 
 Immanuel's i)recious blood; 
 
 Tbat we mav, with rhy saints on higl\, 
 "Behold the Lamb of God." 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 P. M. 
 
 In the Arms of Jesus. 
 
 1 Safe in the arm<5 of Jesus, 
 
 Safe on his £'c t ■ breabt, 
 Tliere by his lovc o'er shadowed. 
 
 Sweetly my soul shah rest; 
 Hark ! 'tis tlie voice of angels, 
 
 Borne in a song to me, 
 Over the tie ids of glory, 
 
 Over the jasper sea. 
 
 Safe in the arms of Jesns, 
 Safe on his gentle Dreast, 
 
 There by his love o'er shadowed. 
 Sweetly iny soul shad rest. 
 
 2 Safe in the arms of Jesus, 
 Safe from corroding care, 
 
 Safe from the world's temptations, 
 Sin cannot h.irm me there. 
 
 Free from the blight of sorrow, 
 Free from my doubts and fears; 
 
 Only a few more trials, 
 Only a few more tears ! 
 
 3 Jesus, my heart's de.ir refugo, 
 Jesus has died for me; 
 
 Firm on the Rock of Ages, 
 
 Ever my trust shall be. 
 Here let me wait with p itiencc, 
 
 Wait till the night is o'er; 
 "Wait till I see the morning 
 
 Break on the golden shore. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 76 S. M. L. McWherter. 
 
 ISalvation^s Free. 
 
 1 Salvation's free, indeed, 
 Yes, free to one and all; 
 
 Then sinners, turn to him, and live, __ 
 Nor spurn the Saviour's call. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 I'm glad salvation's free, 
 I'm glad salvation's free; 
 Salvation's free, for you and me, 
 I'm glad salvation's free. 
 
 2 Christ died to save the lost; 
 The lost to him must fly ; 
 
 There's refuge in no other name. 
 It's come to him, or die. 
 
 3 But, coming, you are saved, 
 
 All hell cannot prevent; 
 Salvation to a dying world. 
 Is just what Jesus sent. 
 
 4 Ho ! every one that thirsts, 
 Salvation's waters flow, 
 
 And whosoever will, may come, 
 Nor price, nor money show. 
 
 5 Repent, believe and live — 
 Salvation's the new birth; 
 
 **Look unto me, and be ye saved, 
 All ye ends of the earth." 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 77 7s. 
 
 The Comforts of Religion. 
 
 1 'Tis religion that can give, 
 Sweetest pleasure while we live; 
 'Tis religion must supply, 
 Solid comfort when we die. 
 
 Shout, shout, we're gaining ground, 
 
 Oh, halle-hallelujah ! 
 The love of God is a coming down, 
 
 Oh, glory hallelujah ! 
 It has come down, and it will come down. 
 
 Oh, halle-hallelujah ! 
 It has come down, and it will come down. 
 
 Oh, glory hallelujah ! 
 
 2 A-fter death its joys will be 
 Lasting as eternity ! 
 Be the living God my friend, 
 Then niy bliss shall never end. 
 
 SONG — CHORUS. 
 
 I have a father (mother, etc. ) in the Promised 
 
 Land, 
 I have a father in the Promised Land ; 
 My father calls me, and I must go. 
 To meet him in the Promised Land. 
 I'll away, I'll away, to the Pronnsed xjand, 
 i'll away, I'll away, to the Promised Land; 
 3Iy- father calls me, and I will go 
 To meet him ir the Promised Land. 
 4- 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 78 P. M. 
 
 The Christian Railroad. 
 
 1 The road to heaven by Christ was made, 
 Of gospel truths the rails are laid ; 
 From earth to heaven this line extends, 
 To life eternal where it ends. 
 
 We're traveling home — we're traveling home, 
 We're traveling home to heaven above. 
 We're traveling home to heaven above, 
 To sing a saviour's dying love. 
 
 2 The Bible is the Engineer, 
 
 It points the way to heaven so clear — 
 Through tunnels dark and dreary here. 
 It doth the way to glory steer. 
 
 3 The spirit's fire, as true as steel. 
 Which drives the engine and the wheel; 
 All you, who would to glory ride, 
 
 Must come to Christ, in him abide. 
 
 4 Come on, poor sinners — now's the time ! 
 At any station on this line, 
 
 If you'll repent, and turn from sin. 
 This train will stop, and take you in. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 {To Come Thou Fount.) 
 
 Hallelujah ! hallelujah ! 
 
 We are on our journey home; 
 Hallelujah ! hLdlelujah ! 
 
 Jesus smiles, and bids us come. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 79 9s & 8s. 
 
 Fatherland. 
 
 I Theee is a place where my hopes are stayed 
 My heart and my treasure are there ; 
 
 Where verdure and blossoms never fade, 
 And fields are eternally fair. 
 
 That blissful place is my father-land, 
 By faith its delights I explore ; 
 
 Come, favor my flight, angelic band, 
 And waft me in peace to the shore. 
 
 2 There is a place where the angels dwell, 
 A pure and peaceful abode ; 
 
 The joys of that place no tongue can tell — 
 But there is the palace of God ! 
 
 3 There is a place where my friends are gone. 
 Who sufFer'd and worshipp'd with me; 
 
 Exalted with Christ, high on his throne, 
 The King in his beauty they see. 
 
 4 There is a place where I hope to live. 
 When life and its labors are o'er; 
 
 A place which the Lord to me will give, 
 And then I shall sorrow no more. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 {To Jesus My All.) 
 
 To that land, to that land, to that land I ana 
 
 bound, 
 Where there's no more stormy clouds arising. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 80 6s, 4s & 7s. 
 
 Tlie Happy Land. 
 
 1 There is a happy land, 
 
 Far, far away, 
 Where saints in glory stand. 
 
 Bright, bright as day ; 
 O, how they sweetly sing, 
 Worthy is our Saviour King, 
 Loud let his praises ring, 
 
 Praise, evermore. 
 
 2 Come to that happy land, 
 
 Come, come away ; 
 Whv will ye doubting stand. 
 
 Why still delay ? 
 0, we shall happy be, 
 When, from sin and sorrow free^ 
 Lord, we shall live with thee, 
 
 Blest, evermore. 
 
 3 Bright, in that happy land, 
 
 Beams every eye, 
 Kept by a Father's hand, 
 
 Love cannot die. 
 O, then, to glory run, 
 Be a crown and king<lom won; 
 And bright above the sun, 
 
 Ileign evermore I 
 
 CHORUS. 
 (To Oh, When Shall, Etc.) 
 
 Shout, O glory ! for I shall mount above the 
 
 skies, 
 When I hear the trumpet sound in that morn- 
 
THE P-EVIVALIST. 4 
 
 81 P. M. 
 
 Sweet By-and-By. 
 
 1 There's a land that is fairer tlian day, 
 And by faith we may see it afar; 
 
 For the Father waits over the way, 
 To prepare us a dweUing-place there. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 In the sweet by-and-by, in the sweet by-and-by, 
 We shall meet on that beautiful shore. 
 
 2 We shall sing on that beautiful shore 
 The melodious songs of the blest, 
 
 And our spirits shall sorrow no more 
 In that home of the soul's j^erfect rest. 
 
 3 To our bountiful Father above, 
 We will offer the tribute of praise, 
 
 For the glorious gift of his love, 
 And the blessings that hallow our days. 
 
 CHORUS 
 {To Jesus My All.) 
 
 Jesus my all to heaven is gone, 
 
 And when we get to heaven we will part n© 
 more ; 
 He whom I lix my hopes upon 
 
 And when we get to heaven we will Dart n© 
 more. 
 So fare you well, so fare you well, 
 . And when we get to heaven we will part n© 
 
 more ; 
 We will part no more, we will part no more, 
 And when we set to heaven we will part no 
 nioL-e. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 82 C. M. CowPEB. 
 
 The Fountain. 
 
 1 There is a fountain filled with olood, 
 Drawn from Immanuel's veins ; 
 
 And sinners plunged beneath, that flood. 
 Lose all their guilty stains. 
 
 2 The dying thief rejoiced to see 
 That fountain in his day ; 
 
 O may I there, though vile as he, 
 Wash all my sins away. 
 
 3 Thou dying Lamb, thy precious blood 
 Shall never lose its power, 
 
 'Till all the ransomed Church of God 
 Are saved, to sin no more. 
 
 4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the streara 
 Thy flowing wounds supply, 
 
 Redeeming love has been my theme, 
 And shall be 'till I die. 
 
 5 And when this feeble, faltering tongue 
 Lies silent in the grave. 
 
 Then, in a nobler, sweeter song, 
 I'll sing thy power to save. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 (7b Tm Glad that I.) 
 
 March on, and we shall gain the ^^ctory^ 
 March on, and we shall gain the day; 
 And we shall gain the victory, 
 And we shall gain the day. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 83 C. M. Mrs. Steele. 
 
 The Saviour Calls. 
 
 1 The Saviour calls — let every ear 
 
 Attend the heavenly sound: 
 Ye doubting souls, dismiss your fear, 
 
 Hope smiles reviving round. 
 
 Come home, come home, my child, come home, 
 Come to your Father's House; 
 
 And I'll sing hallelujah, 
 
 And you'll sing hallelujah, 
 
 And we'll all sing hallelujah. 
 When we arrive at home. 
 
 2 For every thirsty, longing heart, 
 Here streams of bounty iiow, 
 
 And life, and health, and bliss impart, 
 To banish mortal woe. 
 
 3 Ye sinners, come, 'tis mercy s ^ 
 That gracious voice obey : 
 
 'Tis Jesus calls to heavenly joys. 
 And can you yet delay ? 
 
 4 Dear Saviour, draw reluctant hearts ; 
 
 To thee let sinners fly. 
 And take the bliss thy love imparts, 
 
 And drink, and never die. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 84 C. M. Stockton. 
 
 The Great Physician. 
 
 1 The great Physician now is near, 
 The sympathizing Jesus ; 
 
 He speaks the drooping heart to cheer, 
 O, hear the voice of Jesus. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 "Sweetest note in seraph song, 
 Sweetest name on mortal tongue, 
 
 Sweetest carol ever sung, 
 Jesus, blessed Jesus." 
 
 2 Your many sins are all forgiven, 
 O, hear the voice of Jesus ; 
 
 Go on your way in peace to heaven, 
 And wear a crown with Jesus. 
 
 3 All glory to the dying Lamb ! 
 I now believe in Jesus; 
 
 I love the blessed Saviour's name, 
 I love the name of Jesus. 
 
 4 " The children too, both great and small, 
 AVho love the name of Jesus, 
 
 May now accept the gracious call, 
 To work and live for Jesus." 
 
 5 And when to that bright world above. 
 We rise to see our Jesus, 
 
 We'll sing around the throne of love, 
 His name, the name of Jesus. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 85 C. M. Watt,s. 
 
 The Land of Pure Delight. 
 
 1 There is a land of pure delight, 
 Where saints immortal reign; 
 
 Infinite day excludes the nighty 
 And pleasures banish pain. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 I want to go, I want to go, ' 
 
 I want to go there too ; 
 Wliere social joys my heart shall fill^ 
 
 I want to go there too. 
 
 2 There everlasting spring abides, 
 And never-withering flowers; 
 
 Deatli, hive a narrow sea, divides 
 This heavenly land from ours. 
 
 3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood. 
 Stand dressed in living green; 
 
 So to the Jews old Canaan stood. 
 While Jordan rolled between. 
 
 4 Could we but climb where Moses stood. 
 And view the landsca})e o'er, 
 
 Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood 
 Should fright us from the shore. 
 
 O, the good old way, it's the righteous way 
 I hope to die in the good old way. 
 d2 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 86 L. M. 
 
 Time Speeds Away. 
 
 1 Time speeds away, away, away, 
 Another liour, another day, 
 Another month, another year, 
 Drop from us like the leafless sear; 
 Drop like the life-blood from our hearts 
 The rose-bloom from the cheek departs, 
 The tresses from the temples fall, 
 
 The eye grows dim and strange to all. 
 
 2 Time speeds away, away, away, 
 Like torrent in the stormy day,' 
 He undermines the stately tower, 
 Uproots the tree and snaps the flower, 
 And sweeps from our distracted breast, 
 The friends that loved, the friends that 
 
 blessed, 
 And leaves us weeping on the shore, 
 To which they can return no more. 
 
 3 Time speeds away, away, away, 
 O, sinner turn, no more delay, 
 
 A fearful and an awful doom, 
 
 Awaits you just beyond the tomb. 
 
 The door will shut, make haste, make haste, 
 
 In outer darkness you'll be cast; 
 
 Then what will be your fearful state, 
 
 To hear pronounced, too late, Loo late. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 87 Ogden, 
 
 The New " Over There:' 
 
 1 They have reached the sunny shore, 
 And will never hunger more : 
 
 All their grief and pains are o'er, over there ; 
 And they need no lamp by night, 
 For their day is always bright. 
 
 And their ISavioiir is their light, over there. 
 
 Over there, over there, 
 
 They can never know a fear, over there ; 
 
 All their streets are shining gold, 
 
 And their glory is untold, 
 *Tis the Saviour's blissful fold, over 
 there. 
 
 2 Now they feel no chilling blast, 
 For their winter time is past, 
 
 And their summers always last, over there; 
 They can never know a fear, 
 For the Saviour's always near. 
 
 And with them is endless cheer, over there. 
 
 3 They have fought the weary fight, 
 Jesus saved them by his might, 
 
 Now they dwell with him in light, over 
 there ; 
 Soon we'll reach the shining strand. 
 But we'll wait our Lord's command, 
 
 'Till we see his beck'ning hand, over there> 
 
TUE REVIVALIST. 
 
 88 C. M. 
 
 Tliat Delightful Place, 
 
 1 *TwAS'told me in my early day, 
 That pleasure's stream did flow 
 
 Gently beside life's peaceful way — 
 I have not found it so. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 O that place, that delightful place, 
 
 The place where Jesus is; 
 
 The place where the Christians all shal 
 
 meet, 
 Shall meet, to part no more. 
 
 2 I thought there grew on earthly grounc 
 
 Some buds without decay ; 
 But not a single flower I've found 
 
 That does not fade away. 
 
 S I wish to see a fairer world: 
 
 I've heard of one on high, 
 Where every tear, by one kind hand. 
 
 Is wiped from every eye. 
 
 A 'Tis said the King of that bright place 
 Still welcomes travelers there: 
 
 O come, and let us seek his grace 1 
 Unseen, he hears our prayer. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 {To Alas! and Did.) 
 
 Arise, mourner, believe in the Lord, 
 And you won't want to stay forever here. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 89 93. Jameson. 
 
 Heavenly Mansions. 
 
 1 Tliere are mansions prepared in the skies, 
 By the Saviour wlio passed on before ; 
 
 And tlie Cliristian, whenever he dies, 
 Finds a home wliere tiie saints die no more. 
 
 CHonus. 
 
 Happy home, happy home, happy home, happy 
 
 home, 
 Happy home, where the saints die no more; 
 Happy Lome, happy home, happy home, happy 
 
 home, 
 Happy home, where the saints die no more. 
 
 2 Tliere the Father of mercy abides, 
 Wiiom the saints and the angels adore, 
 
 And the river of life gently glides 
 From his throne in that world ever more. 
 
 3 There the Lamb that was slain, ever lives, 
 In the light of the glory of God, 
 
 And to all who obey iiim, he gives 
 
 Kobes made white in his own precious blood. 
 
 4 There are mansions prepared for us all. 
 And the Saviour is calling us home ; 
 
 Sinners, harken ! the Bride joins the call: 
 Come to-day, for the Spirit says cornel 
 
 CHORUS. 
 {To Any 8. M.) 
 
 Then, sinners, freely come, 
 
 To Jesus freely come ; 
 He died to seek and save the lost^ 
 
 And all may freely come. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 90 P. M. 
 
 To Glory I mil Go. 
 
 1 When I set out for glory, 
 I left the world behind, 
 
 Determined for a City, 
 
 That's out of sight, to find. 
 
 And to glory I will go, 
 
 And to glory I will go, I'll go, I'll go, 
 
 And to glory I will go. 
 
 2 I left my worldly honor, 
 
 I left my worldly fame, 
 I left my young companions. 
 
 And with them my good name. 
 
 5 Some said I'd better tarry. 
 They thought I was too young. 
 
 For to prepare for dying, 
 But that was all my theme. 
 
 4 The richest man I ever saw. 
 Was one that begg'd the most; 
 
 His soul was filled with glory, 
 And wdth the Holy Ghost. 
 
 5 And now we are encourag'd, ' 
 Come, let us travel on, 
 
 Until we join the angels, 
 And sing the holy song. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 91 Mackay, 
 
 Revive- Us Again. 
 
 1 We praise thee, God I for the Son of thy 
 
 love, 
 For Jesus who died, and is now gone above. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Hallehijah ! thine the glory, hallelujah ! amen. 
 Hallelujah ! thine the glory, revive us again. 
 
 2 We praise thee, God ! for thy Spirit of light, 
 Who has shown us our Saviour, and scattered 
 
 our night. 
 
 3 All glory and praise to the Lamb that was slain. 
 Who has borne ail our sins, and cleansed every 
 
 stain. 
 
 4 All glory and praise to the God of all grace. 
 Who has bought us, and sought us, and guided 
 
 our ways. 
 
 5 "Revive us again ; fill each heart with thy love ; 
 May each soul be re-kindled with liro from 
 
 above. 
 
 cnoiius. 
 
 Sing along, shout along. 
 Ye iieaven born soldiers; 
 Sing aiong, and sbout along, 
 And pray by tbe way. 
 Fear not, brethren. 
 And don't grow weary, 
 And never g\t tired 
 Ox waiung on the Lord. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 Q2 9s & 7s. 
 
 On the Ocean, 
 
 1 We are out on the ocean sailing, 
 Homeward bound, we sweetly glide. 
 
 We are out on the ocean sailing, 
 To a home beyond the tide. 
 
 CHOKUS. 
 
 All the storms will soon be over, 
 Then we'll anchor in the harbor. 
 We are out on the ocean sailing, 
 To a home beyond the tide. 
 
 2 Millions now are safely landed, 
 Over on that golden shore ; 
 
 Millions more are on their journey, 
 Yet there's room for millions more. 
 
 S Spread youi' sails, while heavenly breezes, 
 
 Gently waft our vessel on ; 
 All on board are sw^eetly singing, 
 
 Free salvation is their song. 
 
 4 You have kindred over yonder, 
 
 Over on that happy shore ; 
 Dy and by we'll swell the number, 
 
 When the trials of life are o'er. 
 
 ^ When we're all safely landed, 
 
 Over on that golden shore, 
 We will join the blood-washed millions. 
 
 And we'll sing forever more. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 7s. 
 JVhen Shall We Meet, 
 
 1 Whex shall we all meet again 
 When shall we all meet again ? 
 Oft shall glowing hope expire, 
 Oft shall wearied love retire, 
 Oft shall death and sorrow reign, 
 Ere we all shall meet again. 
 
 2 Though in distant lands we sigbj, 
 Parched beneath the hostile sky; 
 Though the deep between us rollSj, 
 Friendship shall unite our souls; 
 And in fancy's wide domain, 
 There shall we all meet again. 
 
 3 When the dreams of life are fiedj^ 
 When its wasted lamps are dead; 
 When in cold oblivion's shade, 
 Beauty, wealth, and fame are laid,, 
 Where immortal spirits reign, 
 There may we all meet again. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 O, the Lamb, the loving Lamb,, 
 The Lamb of Calvary ; 
 The Lamb that was slain, 
 And liveth again. 
 To intercede for me. 
 And O, give him glory. 
 For glory is his own. 
 5e 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 04 P. M. 
 
 The Old Ship of Zlon. 
 
 1 What ship is this that will take us all home. 
 
 O gloiy, hallelujah. 
 What ship is this that will take us all home, 
 O glory, hallelujah. 
 'Tis the old ship of Zion, hallelujah, 
 'Tis the old ship of Zion, hallelujah. 
 
 2 Do you think she will be able to take us al^ 
 
 home, etc., 
 Do you think she will be able to take us aM 
 
 home, etc. ? 
 I know she will be able, hallelujah, 
 I know she will be able, hallelujah. 
 
 3 Come along, come along, and let us g» 
 
 home, etc., 
 Come along, come along, and let us go home, etc 
 Our home is over Jordan, hallelujah, 
 Our home is over Jordan, hallelujah, 
 
 4 What kind of freight have you on board, etc.^ 
 What kind of freight have you on board, etc. 
 
 Love to God, and one another, hallelujah, 
 Love to God, and one another, hallelujah. 
 
 5 We have some friends before us gone, etc 
 We have some friends before us gone, etc 
 
 By and by we'll go and meet them, hallelujab. 
 By and by we'll go and meet them, hallelujah. 
 
 6 And we'll walk up and down the golde« 
 
 shore, etc.. 
 And we'll walk up and down the golden shore^ 
 etc., 
 And we'll praise the Lord, forever, hallelujah. 
 And we'll praise ihe Lord, forever, hallelujah. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 55 P. M. 
 
 A Call to Worh 
 
 1 Work, for the night is coming, 
 Work through the morning hours; 
 
 Work while tiie dew is sparkhng, 
 
 Word 'mid springing flowers ; 
 Work when the day grows brighter, 
 
 Work in the glowing sun ; 
 Work, for the night is coming, 
 
 When man's work is done. 
 
 2 Work, for the night is coming, 
 Work through tiie sunny noon; 
 
 Fill brightest hours with labor, 
 
 Rest comes sure and soon ; 
 Give every flying moment, 
 
 Something to keep in store ; 
 Work, for the night is coming, 
 
 When man works no more. 
 
 SdNG — CKORUS. 
 
 I have a father (mother, etc.) in the Promisoi 
 
 Land, 
 I have a father in the Promised Land ; 
 I hope one day we'll all get there, 
 Away over in the Promised Land. 
 Away over in the Promised Land, 
 Away over in the Promised Land ; 
 I hope one day we'll all get there, 
 Away over in the Promined Land. 
 Theymustbe mighty happ}^ in the Promised Land 
 They must be mighty happy in the Promiisc d 
 
 Land ; 
 And 1 hope one day we'll all get there, 
 Away over in the Promised Land. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 Gs & 33. 
 Wondrous Love. 
 
 1 What wondrous love is this, 
 
 my soul 1 
 
 That caused the Lord of bhss 
 To bear the dreachul curse 
 For my soul ? 
 
 2 When I was sinking down, 
 
 Sinking down, 
 Beneath God's righteous frown, 
 <Jlirist 1 lid aside bis crown, 
 
 For my soul. 
 
 S Ye winged seraphs, fly, 
 
 Bear the news; 
 Like comets through the sky, 
 Fill vast eternity 
 
 Wilh the news. 
 
 4 Ye friends of Zion's King, 
 
 Join his praise; 
 W^ith hearts and voices sing, 
 And strike each tuneful string 
 
 In his'praise. 
 
 5 To God and to the Lamb 
 
 1 .win sing; 
 Who is the gre it I AM, 
 While millions join the tneme, 
 
 1 will sing. 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 97 L. ]\I. Stennett. 
 
 Meeting With Christ. 
 
 1 Where two or three, with sweet accord. 
 Obedient to their sovereign Lord, 
 Meet to recount his acts of grace, 
 And oHer solemn prayer and prai^e„ 
 
 O glory, hallehijah ! 
 
 Praise him, hiUelujahl ^^ 
 
 Glory, hallehijah, | 
 
 Praise ye tiie Lord ! 1 
 
 2 There will the gracious Saviour be. 
 To bless the little company ; 
 
 There, to unvail his smihng face, 
 And bid his glories till the place. 
 
 3 We meet at thy command, O Lordt 
 Relying on thy faithful wonl; 
 
 Now send the Spirit from above. 
 And fill our hearts with heavenly love. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 {To Jesus My AIL) 
 
 Hy Father's in heaven — 1 want to go there, 
 
 Halle-hallelujah! 
 My Father's in heaven — I want to go there, 
 
 glory, hallelujah ! 
 Whv don't you iro on ? vou're pretty nearthere, 
 
 'Halle-hallelujah ! 
 Why don't you go on ? you're pretty near there, 
 
 O glory, hallelujah! 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 93 6s. 
 
 Give me Jesus. 
 
 1 While wandering to and fro, 
 In this wide world of woe, 
 Where streams of sorrow flow — 
 
 Crive me Jesus — give me Jesus 
 
 Give me Jesus; 
 You may have all this world — 
 
 But give me Jesus ; 
 
 2 When tears o'erflow mine eye, 
 When pressed by grief I sigh, 
 Still this shall be my cry — 
 
 3 When to the mercy seat 
 I go, my Lord to meet, 
 
 My heart shall still repeat — 
 
 4 And when my faith is tried, 
 In him will I confide, 
 
 And all the storms outride — 
 
 6 Though strength and friends should fail, 
 And foes my soul assail, 
 Through him I shall prevail — 
 
 6 And when my toils are o'er, 
 When nearing Jordan's shore, 
 I'll shout, as up I soar — 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 09 C. M. Wattr, 
 
 Inspiring Hope. 
 
 1 When I can read my title clear, 
 
 To mansions in the skies, 
 I'll bid farewell to every fear, 
 
 And wipe my weeping eyes. 
 
 I want to go, I want to go, 
 
 I want to go there too ; 
 
 Where social joy my heart shall fill, 
 
 I want to go there too. 
 
 2 Should earth against my soul engage. 
 And fiery darts be hurled, 
 
 Then I can smile at Satan's rage, 
 And face a frowning world. 
 
 3 Let cares, like a wild deluge, come^ 
 Let storms of sorrow fall ; 
 
 So I but safely reach my home. 
 My God, my heaven, my all. 
 
 4 There I shall bathe my weary soul 
 In seas of heavenly rest. 
 
 And not a wave of trouble roll 
 Across my peaceful breast, 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 (To When I Can Mead.) 
 
 We are passing away. 
 We are passing away, 
 We are passing away 
 To that great Judgment Day, 
 
THE REVIVALIST. 
 
 lOO C. M. Stbblb 
 
 Tlie Royal Feast, 
 
 1 Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor, 
 
 Behold a royal feast ! 
 Where mercy spreads her bounteous store, 
 
 For every humble guest. 
 
 Then sinner, come, to Jesus come ; 
 
 Come to this royal feast : 
 Come eat, and live, no longer roam. 
 
 Come, be a regal guest. 
 
 "2 See, Jesus stands with open arms ; 
 
 He calls, he bids you come : 
 •O stay not back, though fear alarms ! 
 
 For yet there still is room. 
 
 3 come, and with his children taste 
 The blessings of his love ; 
 
 While hope attends the sweet repast 
 Of nobler joys above ! 
 
 4 There, with united heart and voice, 
 Before th' eternal throne. 
 
 Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice, 
 In ecstacies unknown. 
 
 5 And yet ten thousand thousand more, 
 Are welcome still to come : 
 
 Ye happy souls, the grace adore; 
 Approach, there yet is room. 
 
ALPHABETICAL INDEX. 
 
 (Reference to number of Hymn.) 
 
 A charge to keep 1 
 
 Alas! and did 2 
 
 Ami a soldier 3 
 
 Amazing grace 4 
 
 Approach, my soul 5 
 
 Awake, my soul 6 
 
 Arise, my souJ 7 
 
 Beyond where Cedron's 8 
 
 Behold a Stranger 9 
 
 Brethren, we have met 10 
 
 Come, Holy Spirit 11 
 
 Come, humble sinner 12 
 
 Come, we that love 13 
 
 Come, thou Fount . 14 
 
 Come, ye sinners 15 
 
 Come to Jesus 16 
 
 Children of the 17 
 
 Come, burdened souls 18 
 
 Did Christ o'er 19 
 
 Do not 1 love Thee 20 
 
 Drooping soil Is ... . 21 
 
 Farewell, farewell .. 22 
 
 5* (105) 
 
AM»HABETICAL INDEX. 
 
 Farewell, dear friends 23 
 
 From every stormy 24 
 
 How firm a foundation 25 
 
 How happy are they 26 
 
 T would not live alway 27 
 
 T'm glad that I was born 28 
 
 Immortal joys await 29 
 
 twill sing you a song 30 
 
 I love thy kingdom 31 
 
 In the Christian's home 32 
 
 In evil long 33 
 
 I am coming to the cross 34 
 
 In the cross of Christ 35 
 
 I love my Saviour 36 
 
 I have a home 37 
 
 I'm not ashamed 38 
 
 Just as I am 39 
 
 Jesus lover of my soul 40 
 
 Jesus, my all 41 
 
 Jerusalem, my happy home 42 
 
 Jesus, I my cross 43 
 
 Lo! the Gospel Ship 44 
 
 Lord, we come 45 
 
 My soul be on 46 
 
 My days are gliding 47 
 
 My latest sun 48 
 
 My brethren , 49 
 
 My heavenly home 50 
 
 Nearer, my God 51 
 
 O, for a closer walk 52 
 
 O, sinner, come 53 
 
 On Jordan's stormy 54 
 
 O, when shall I see 55 
 
 O, happy day 56 
 
 O, land of rest 57 
 
ALPHABETICAL INDEX. 
 
 O, there will be shouting 58 
 
 Our bondage here 59 
 
 Once I heard a sound 60 
 
 Pilgrims we are..... 61 
 
 Plunged in a gulf 62 
 
 Eock of Ages 63 
 
 Eevive thy work 64 
 
 Eeligion is the 65 
 
 Saviour, visit 66 
 
 Sweet the moments 67 
 
 Show pity, Lord 68 
 
 Sweetly, Lord, have we 69 
 
 Shall we meet 70 
 
 Shall we gather 71 
 
 Salvation! O the 72 
 
 Sinners, turn 73 
 
 Sinners, behold 74 
 
 Safe in the arms 75 
 
 Salvation's free 76 
 
 'Tis religion 77 
 
 The road to heaven. 78 
 
 There is a place 79 
 
 There is a happy land - 80 
 
 There's a land 81 
 
 There is a Fountain 82 
 
 The Saviour calls 88 
 
 The Great Physician 84 
 
 There is a land 85 
 
 Time speeds away 86 
 
 They have reached 87 
 
 'Twastold me 88 
 
 There are mansions 89 
 
 When I set out for glory 90 
 
 We praise thee, God 91 
 
 We are out on 92 
 
ALPHABETICAL INDEX. 
 
 When shall we all 93 
 
 What ship is this 94 
 
 Work for the night 95 
 
 What wondrous love 96 
 
 Where two or three — 97 
 
 While wand'ring to and fro 98 
 
 When I can read 99 
 
 Ye wretched, hungry 100 
 
 TO SONG — CHORUSES. 
 
 I have a Saviour over yonder 73 
 
 1 have a Father in the Promised Land 77 
 
 I have a Father in the Promised Land 95 
 
 O, Fathers, ar'nt 3'ou ha[)py 19 
 
 O, Fathers, will you go with me 38 
 
 O, Fathers, will you meet me 46 
 
 O, fare you well, 0, fare you well 59 
 
 O, carry me lo heaven when I die 30 
 
 Seek him, fathers, seek liim early 45