7ff* M *T v **-' *** 4P I*$ ? Z >■ < (0 Z h. z 2 i LI •- u > ffl «. 0) < Q J Y HI *Y O ICAL m < ™ « « 5 o u Mm Ui Q - _j ^ 2 o I J J u h N < uj JE 2 h U X a. u. 2 H Z u ° u (0 m u 5 o z 5 j a. > ScA / /3sy t&ibixct'Wrtte'niL rfijur. 'Lij'Udzo flt °F ORK M JUN 19-1936 , AND SACRED PLLVDORIC ODES, FEW OF WHICH HAVE EVER BEEN PUBLISHED. COMPILED AND PUBLISHED BY PARIS M. DAVIS. " The Lord God omnipotent reigneth. The whole earth is full of thy praise." FIRST EDITION. Boston: PRINTED BY JONATHAN HOWE, t'ORNER OF MERCHANTS ROW AKD CLINTON STREET. I tender my thanks to the gentlemen who have presented me with the paper and printing of this edition. P. M. DAVIS. HYMNS, HYMN 1. P. M. Old Israelites' March. 1 THE old Israelites knew What it was they must do, If fair Canaan they ever possess'd — They must still keep in sight Of that heavenly light Which led to the promised rest. That the camps on the road Could not be their abode ; But as oft as the trumpet should blow, Then all 's glad of a chance Of a further advance ; They must take up their baggage and go, 2 I am thankful indeed For that heavenly lead Which before me has hitherto gone : For that pillar of love, Which forward doth move, And which gathers our souls into one. 4 While that sin hating throng Arc advancing along, Into closer Communion thev flow; So now, all that will stand Oil that promised land They must take up their cross and must go. 3 Here the way is all new, As it. opens to view, And behind me a foaming red sea; So that none need to speak • Of the onions and leeks, Nor talk about garlics to me; I'm engaged in pursuit, And must have the good fruit Which in Canaan's rich valleys doth grow ! Although millions of foes Should rise up and oppose I'll take up my cross and will go. 4 Now the morning doth dawn For the camp to move on, And the priests with their trumpets do blow : At the sound of the trump I am ready to jump, And for one, I'm determined to go : On Jordan's near side I can never abide, For no place of repose can I see; But I'll come to that spot And inherit the lot Which the Lord God shall give, unto me. 5 Although scattered around On this wilderness ground, Awhile with good manna been led; But this won't always do, We must rise and go through, And must have the unleavened bread. We are little, 'tis true, And our numbers are few, And the sons of old Anak are falf ; But while I see a track 1 will never look back, But go on at the risk of my all. 6 Although some in the rear Preach tenor ana fear, And complain of the trials they mee/, And old Jordan before With great fury doth roar, I'm resolv'd I will never retreat : For it's union I seek, With the pure and the meek, So an end to all discord and strife , Since I've fixed my ejes On that heavenly prize, I'll go on at the risk of my life. 7 If I'm faithful and true And my journey pursue I shall stand on that promised shore ; I shall thankfully see What a blessing to me Was the mortifying cross which I bore. Then as loss is my gain I shall never complain, But as long as I'm able to crawl, With the resolute few I'm resolv'd to go through If I suffer the loss of my all. 8 All my honour and wealth, My pleasure and health, I am willing should now be at stake ; And if Christ I obtain I shall count it great gain, For the sacrifice which I shall make. When I all have forsook, Like a bubble 'twill look, From the midst of the glonfy'd throng; Oh, then let us agree And from bondage be free, And to Zion be marching along. HYMN 2. P. M. 1 THE glorious light of Zion is spreading far and wide, And sinners they are coming into the gospel tide. The standard of King Jesus in glorious triumph rise, Andsinners crowd around it with joy and sweet surprise. 2 The sufferings of the Saviour upon mount Calvary, Are sounding sweet to sinners, come this will set you free ! And while this glorious message was circulating round, Some souls expos'd to ruin, redeeming love have found. 3 And of that happy number, I hope that I am one, And Jesus he will finish the work he has begun; He 7 11 cut it short in righteousness, and I'll for ever be A monument of mercy in vast eternity. 4 I am but a young convert, that lately did enlist, A soldier under Jesus, my Captain, King and Priest; I have received my bounty, likewise my martial dress, A ring of love and favour, a robe of righteousness. 5 It's down into the water where we young converts go, To serve our Lord and Master in righteous acts below ; To lay our sinful bodies beneath the yielding wave, An emblem of the Saviour when he lay in the grave. 6 Poor sinners, think what Jesus has done for you and me, Behold his pained body hangs tort'ring on the tree ! His bleeding head, his hands, his side, he doth to you display ; Come tell me, fellow sinner, how can you stay away ! 7 Come all ye elder brethren who're soldiers of the cross, Who for the sake of Jesus have counted all things dross, Come pray for us young converts, that we may travel on, And meet you all in glory where our Redeemer's gone. HYMN 3. P. M. The Pure Testimony. 1 THE pure testimony pour'd forth in the Spirit, Cuts like a keen two-edged sword : And hypocrites now are most sorely tormented, Because they're condemn'd by the word The pure testimony discovers the dross, While wicked professors make light of the cross But Babylon trembles for fear of her loss. 2 Is not the time come for the church to be gathered Into the one Spirit of God ? Babtiz'd by one Spirit into the one body, Partaking Christ's flesh and his blood ? They drink in one spirit, which makes them all see They're one in Christ Jesus, wherever they be, The Jew and the Gentile, the bond and the free. 3 Then blow ye the trumpet in pure testimony, And let the world hear it again ; O come ye from Babylon, Egypt and Sodom, And make your way over the plain ; And gird on your armour, ye saints of the Lord, For Christ will direct you by his living word ; The pure testimony will cut like a sword. 4 The great prince of darkness is mustering his forces, To make you his pris'ners again, By flatt'ries, reproaches, and vile persecution, That you in his cause may remain : But shun his temptations, wherever they lay, And mind not his servants, whatever they say ; The pure testimony will give you the day. 5 The world will not persecute those who are like them, But hold them the same as their own ; The pure testimony cries up, separation, And calls you your lives to lay down. Come out from their spirit and practices too, 9 The track of the Saviour keep still in your view ; The pure testimony will cut its way through. 6 A battle is coming between the two kingdoms, The armies will gather anon ; The pure testimony and vile persecution Will come to close battle ere long : Then wash all your clothes in the blood of the Lamb, And walk in the Spirit, as Jesus has done j In pure testimony you will overcome. PAUSE. 7 The pure testimony is not to establish The selfish inventions of men ; The systems of parties it never advances, Nor seeks worldly honour or gain : 'Tis mov'd in the Temple, in each holy soul, And then into words, in a torrent doth roll. In love to the hearers, including the whole. 8 No system of doctrine is by it established, Excepting the doctrine of love : To love God supremely, and love to one's neighbour, The pure testimony approves ; The pure testimony holds nothing beside : The doctrine of devils and men can't abide The pure testimony, which lays them aside. 9 No vain ceremonies in pure testimony, It always puts forth its own forms ; 'Tis nowise dependent on better instruction, Or what worldly wisdom performs : It holds nothing else but Christ Jesus for all, The only Foundation which never can fall, The precious Redeemer in every soul. 10 The pure testimony has uniting power To gather the churches alone ; Without any movements of worldly upbuilding, The saints are united in one : 10 It gives all directions what course to pursue, And teaches each member what part he must do ; And love knows no party but those who love too. 11 The pure testimony has no selfish movements ; It stands independent of men 5 It seeks to exalt nothing else but a Saviour, And bends all its force against sin : It holds nothing else a Redeemer for men, But Christ Jesus within them to save them from sin, Commending a present salvation in him. 12 Now this is the pure testimony of Jesus, And his ancient witnesses too, Which gives men instruction how they must be saved, With no other object in view : — Let this testimony abound and prevail ; Let love conquer hatred and selfishness fail — The pure testimony says, "Jesus is all." HYMN 4. P. M. Hope makeih not ashamed. 1 A few more days of grief and wo ; A few more suffering scenes below ; And then to glory we shall go, Where everlasting pleasures flow, And give to Jesus glory. 2 Who then will march to win the prize And take the kingdom in the skies, Where joy and friendship never dies, But always reigns in paradise — We'll give to Jesus glory. 11 3 Come parents, children, bond and free, Say will you go to heaven with me — That glorious land of rest to see And praise the Lord eternally, And give to Jesus glory. 4 There we shall meet and part no more When we've arrived on Canaan's shore, For Zion's warfare will be o'er : Such songs were never heard before — We'll give to Jesus glory. 5 There tears will all be wip'd away And Christians never go astray : When we are freed from cumbrous clay We'll praise the Lord in endless day, And give to Jesus glory. 6 My soul seems happy, while I sing I feel that I am on the wing : I'll shout salvation to my king, While he to heaven his trophies bring, And give to Jesus glory. 7 Those beauteous fields of living green By faith our tellescope are seen ; While Jordan's billows roll between, We soon shall cross the narrow stream, And give to Jesus glory. 12 S The rose and lily there will stand In beauteous rows at God's right hand; O, how I long for Canaan's land, To join that holy happy band, And give to Jesus glory. HYMN 5. P. M. " I am the Rose of Sharon and the Lily of the ValHes." 1 AT the shrine of dissipation, 1 have searched for pleasure's charms ; Trac'd the rounds of affectation, Then beheld Maria's arms. 2 Spreading to Celestia's mansion, There I heard her dulcet pray'r — Stranger give thy soul expansion, Read the virtues treasur'd there ! 3 No, Maria— see Aurora With her living colours rise — What have we to do with Flora ? Win the R.OSE that never dies ! 4 See the Lily — Heav'ns carnation, There thy soul shall find repose — Just to nature's obligation, Treasure Heav'ns immortal Rose ! 5 Angel's smil'd with approbation, To Maria cast their eyes — 13 See the Lily — Heaven's carnation, Win the Rose that never dies! HYMN 6. P. M. " Marriage in Carta" St. John, Chap. 5 1 COME, spirit of the Persian fire, Chaste spirit of the dulcet lyre, Infuse thy lucid genial heat, Whilst he who holds the keys of fate, Unseals the tomb ! — the dead await — He bids the fibrous heart-strings beat ! 2 But lo ! we quit the Persian fires, No earthly harmony inspires ; A purer name, a holier tongue, Emancipates our fallen race ! The universe, redeemed by grace, By nature's spirit shall be sung. 3 Dense particles of ravless air, Move quivering in extreme despair — Convulsed, they tremble, fade and die ! " The waters saw their God and blush'd," The warring elements were hush'd — The morning sun was veil'd on high ! 4 " 'Tis past!" Maria sweetly sung, Seraphic notes ! no mortal tongue 14 Could ever vainly hope to reach ! The soul of souls, our God most high, Breathed spirit through immensity, And gave the grand creation speech ! 5 Matter recedes — the hallowed earth Awakes to renovated birth — To life and love's celestial day ! Eternity unfold's her wings, " Glory to God, Most High I" she sings ; " 'Tis past!" our sins are washed away. 6 The pageant of this earthly frame Is past away, and mortals claim Affinity with souls above, With forms, whose nature shall remain, Unchang'd by time, with heaven to reign, In all the excellence of Love. 7 Those higher orders shall sustain Immortal pleasures, and retain The sanctity of souls most high — With forms of light, whose subtle rays, In symmetry's celestial blaze, Partake of vast Eternity ! 8 Still lighter vehicles may move Than light itself — the rays of Love, Formed by the Architect Divine, In heav'nly harmony shall meet. 15 Perfection with her forms complete, Shall with the Parent-Spirit shine ! SECOND PART. 9 Maria ceas'd — in soothing rest, The happy forms of spirits blest, Sing requiems in Infinity — Happy the souls the Holy Dove Hath wedded to the Prince of Love : Praise ye the Holy Trinity ! 10 " 'Tis past ! 'tis done," an angel's tongue Reverberate the holy song ; With heav'nly notes he strikes the lyre, The saints their grateful music cease, While seraphs hail the Prince of Peace, And Heaven's great family inspire ! 11 " Ye|sainted forms array'd in light, Ye soul^in robes of Love so bright, With higher, greater orders sing" — At once they ceas'd — seraphs more bright Than ever yet had charm'd the sight — Now hail'd their Prophet, Priest &, King ! 12 Still fairer forms inspired the sight, Array'd in spirit flown from light, In robes of spirit form'd of Love — Hear inspiration from their tongue 1 16 And thus they talk'd and thus they sung, We are the heralds of the Dove. 13 Millions of orders far excel Your power to learn, or ours to tell, Along the fields of lucid space ; They ceas'd and shook their golden wings, Convers'd on Love's transcendent springs, Then sung of Man, redeern'd by Grace. 14 The Father smiPd supremely mild, On his belov'd and perfect child, But hear one universal tongue ; Infinity itself is charm'd, The universe of sin disarm'd, And thus they talk'd, and thus they sung. 15 " 'Tis past !" 'tis done, 'tis Nature's lay The notes of Heaven supremely play, And occupy Infinity ! Millions of orders more refined, Than ever graced a seraph's mind, Reign with the soul Divinity. HYMN 7. P. M. Creation. 3 THE Spirit mov'd with God on high, To organize immensity ; In oceans of infinity, The latent forms of matter move — 17 Sensorial organs force to birth, The grand festivity of mirth ! Fair VIRTUE deign'd to visit earth, Attended by the Prince of Love. 2 How pleasant, O how fair to see, The forests of America ! Amid the works of Deity ; This landscape but a spot appears ! Ye pious sons, ye virgin band, Cherish the heroes of your land, They rise or fall, at God's command — Trust love and virtue, banish fears. HYMN 8. P. M. Things I Love. 1 I love the maid who keeps and reads the Scriptures — Who is religious, chaste, sincere, and pious •, Who trusts her spirit to the holy keeping, Of her Redeemer ! 2 I love the lawyer who's a kin to " Bacon" — Whose throne is truth — whose mirror shows politeness ! Whose language ceases whilst the happy hearer, Listens attentive ! 3 I love the doctor who's a man of feeling — Like " Rush"*-can soothe and give the balm of Gilead, Knows all our passions — every human frailty — And charms our slumbers ! 4 1 love the hero who's a soul like Perry : A pious fortitude inspires his actions — A love of country, that excels description, Wafts him to glory ! '2 * Of Philadelphia. 18 5 I love to go to church and lienr the music, The chaste angelic language of the blessed-,. The breath of Spirit feeding us with incense. Of living manna ! 6 I love the orators of all persuasions. Who teach the truth — "have charity" — " love merqy, •See to their own flocks that they walk discreetly, And love their neighbors.'' 7 And more than this, I love that holy Spirit, Which shows a vista to the Heaven of heavens ! — Dispels contention — reunites frail mortals In bonds of friendship ! HYMN 9. P. M. William Penn — a Sapphic Ode. 1 Go stranger, to the mountain's height, in silence, Look down and see the riches of the valley, Far as the eye extends its lucid vision, See happy farmers ! 2 Health the first blessing from the source of nature, With crimson beauty, blushing smiles of virtue, Rush on the soul with more than earthly prescience, Like inspiration ! 3 " A still small voice" is heard from yonder city,* Soft as of Angels talking to the blessed! "Once lived a man !" he's gone from us forever ! Behold his labours ! 4 " Peace" was his motto — see the land he planted ! Hath it not flourish'd ? draw thine own conclusions, So shall thy soul find peace — science and plenty Shall crown thy labours. 5 Like incense on the wings of love it trembled — The polish'd city and the golden harvest. Rose like enchantment from the wilds of nature, Unfolding Eden ! * Philadelphia 19 f> See'st thou vm\ garden of celestial roses ? Those crimson 'd lilies of the happy valley ? They spin and weave, and understand the dairy — Yea, teach refinement. 7 .Hear reason's voice ! see love celestial vision ! Feel sweet caresses from the parent Spirit ! This is religion ! friendship's holy union— Our hope for mercy ! HYMN 10. P. M. " Jesus Wept." — a Sapphic Ode. 1 Humbled in dust, before the throne of mercy, A wretched sinner lisp'd the God eternal, Who spake the word, and universal nature Rose into being! 2 Bade time begin, revolving worlds to know him, Gave laws to matter, order to creation, The vast machinery of the universe, Forc'd into action ! 3 Millions of beings in the spheres assigned them, Through fields of ether and unbounded oceans, Reap the rich harvest, which the hand omniscient, Gives them for ever ! 4 And lastly, man ! to crown the fair creation, Rose in the image of the blest Creator ! With mental organs to receive the spirit, Passing the senses ! 5 Contending passions, elements of action, Rise in rebellion to the laws eternal, Bidding defiance to the Holy Spirit, Reason and virtue ! 6 The Saviour wept at man's obdurate folly — Unseal'd the gates of death, bade millions follow, 20 Thro' crimson (ouabains of celestial mercy, Rising ii. mortal ! HYMN II. P. M. Day 'arl/'i/ from Lord Jlijron. 1 I had a dream — not all a dream, Some rays of reason still did stream, On nature's mental throne ! Whilst Sol's extinguished vital flame, Wander'd in darkness! went and came, His rays had pathless flown ! 2 The wild birds shriek'd terrific cries! Qaiick groans and agonizing sighs! The passions did subside ! Love had tor ages been unknown, The elements themselves had flown, Wars lingering monsters died. 3 Darkness a thousand fold increas'd ! Volcano's and their vital ceas'd ! The seeds of lire were lost ! Fuel in memory had no name ! The rayless orbs still went and came, In icy tempest's toss'd ! 4 The shrouded world in wild despair, United in one selhsh prayer, To be restor'd to Light! Million.- of ages roll'd away! Nature expir'd, Time eeas'd to play ! And slumber'd with the night ! HYMN 12. P. M. The Death of Abel. — Lament of Adam and Eve Tune liunkcrhili. 1 O thou, who dwellest in the heaven of heavens ! Thou guardian Spirit — Parent of creation ! Behold our son, pity our fallen condition — ■ " Have mercy on us !" 2 Pity our son that lives, and still is dying ! Beneath thy wrath he groans for his oife.nces! " Humbled in dust," o'trwhelmed with dreadful tortuies — " Have mercy on him !" 3 " Cast us not off, thou God of love for ever !" O hear our prayers, forgive our dire transgressions ? Thou knowest our sorrows, sins, and every frailty — • " Have mercy on us !" 4 O hear our supplications, God of mercy ? Abel is dead, and we are lost in darkness — O call his spirit to its native heaven — Into thy bosom ! 5 We kneel in dust — the grave is open for us, And Death's first victim we resign to nature ! Assuage our anguish — give us consolation? " Have mercy on us !" 6 For us, and for succeeding generations, Flow crimson fountains of celestial mercy ! From the sweet heavens behold the " Rose of Sharon," Its perfect Lily ! 7 Here then we rest — whilst dust to dust returning, 22 Whilst savage monsters wars with one another — Know there's a God who rules the lair creation, A ransom for us ! HYMN 13. P. M. Remember the Poor. 1 "Fear God," with pious fortitude adore him, He is the giver of our lives and fortunes : From him the vast variety of mortals, Receive their being. 2 " Love mercy," Jesus is our grand example : Copy his precepts, follow his instructions, Pity the poor, the widow, and the orphan : " Love one another." 3 " Walk humbly," mortals through this vale of sorrow, Tread lightly on the ashes of our fathers — We are but dust, and all must shortly mingle With those forgotten. 4 Where is our hope for mercy in the heavens ? Who gave us life ? who died and rose triumphant, With millions blooming in the resurrection ? Hope we for mercy? 6 City of Science*— Athens of COLUMBIA ? Christians of Freedom — Spirits of MESSIAS ! Form institutions — set a grand example — The Poor Remember ! * Philadelphia. HYMN !4. P. M. Christ Betrayed. 1 THE Son of man they did betray, He was eondomn'd and led away ; Think, O my soul, on that dread day ; Look on mount Calvary : Behold him, lamb-like M along, Surrounded by a wicked throng, Accused by each lying tongue, And then the Lamb of God they hung Upon the shameful tree. 2 'Twas thus the glorious Suff'rer stood. With hands and feet nail'd to the wood ; From every wound a stream of blood Came flowing down amain ; His bitter groans all nature shook, And at his voice the rocks were broke, The sleeping saints their graves forsook, While spiteful Jews around him mock'd,. And laughed at his pain. 3 Now hung between the earth and skies, Behold ! in agony he dies ! O sinners, hear his mournful cries, Come see his tort'ringpain . The morning sun withdrew his light; Blush'd and refus'd to view the sight ; The azure cloth'd in robes of night, All nature mourn'd and stood affright, When Christ the Lord was slain. 4 Hark! men and angels, hear the Son IJ 24 • He cries for help, but oh ! there's none ; He treads the wine press all alone, His garments stain'd with blood ! In lamentations hear him cry "Eloi, lama, sabacthani ! " Though death may close his languid eyes, He soon will mount the upper skies, The conqu'ring Son of God. 5 The Jews and Romans in a band, With hearts like steel around him stand, And mocking say, " Come, save the land ! Come, try yourself to free !" A soldier pierc'd him when he died, Then healing streams came from his side, And thus the Lord was crucified ! Stern justice then was satisfied, Sinners, for you and me ! 6 Behold! he mounts the throne of state, He fills the mediatorial seat, While millions, bowing at his feet, With loud hosannas tell : Though he endur'd exquisite pains, He led the monster death in chains : me seraphs, raise your loudest strains, With music fill bright Eden's plains ; He conquer'd death and hell. ! 25 7 'Tis clone! the dreadful debt is paid ; The great atonement now is made ! Sinners, on him, your guilt was laid- — For you he spilt his blood! For you his tender soul did move, For you he left the courts above, That you the length and breadth might prove, And height and depth of perfect love, In Christ your loving Lord. 8 All glory be to God on high, Who reigns enthron'd above the sky, Who sent his Son to bleed and die, Glory to him be given : While heaven above his praise resounds, Zion, sing, his grace abounds ! 1 hope to sing eternal rounds, In naming love that knows no bounds, When swallow'd up in heaven. HYMN 15. P. M. This World's Delusive. 1 THIS world is all a fleeting show, For man's probation given ; The smiles of joy, the tears of wo, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow : There's nothing true as heaven, 2 Poor wand'rers of a stormy day, 26 From wave to wa,ve are driven : And limey's flash, and reason's ray, Serve but to light us on the way: There's nothing bright as heaven. 3 And false the light in glory's plume, As fading Jnids of even ; And genius' bud, and beauty's bloom, Are blossoms gather'd for the tomb : There's nothing bright as heaven. 4 And where's the hand held out to cheer The heart with anguish riven 1 For sorrow's sigh, and trouble's tear, Have never found a refuge here : There's nothing kind as heaven. 5 In vain do mortals sigh for bliss, Without their sins forgiven : True pleasure, everlasting peace, Are only found in God's free grace : There's nothing good as heaven. 6 From those who walk jn wisdom's ways, Corroding fears are driven ; They're wash'd in Christ's atoning blood, Enjoy communion with their Goo, And find their way to heaven. 27 HYMN 16. P. M. The Mourner's Rest. 1 THE FIE is an hour of peaceful re*t, To mourning wan'd'rers given ; There is a tear for souls distress'd, A balm for every wounded breast ; 'Tis found alone in heaven. 2 There is a soft, a downy bed, 'Tis fair as breath of even, A couch for weary mortals spread, Where they may rest their aching head, And find repose in heaven. 3 There is a home for weeping souls By sin and sorrow driven, When toss'd in life's tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise and oceans roll, iVnd all is drear but heaven. 4 There faith lifts up the tearful eye, The heart with anguish riven, And views the tempest passing by, The evening shadows quickly fly, And all serene in heaven. 5 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom, And joys supreme are given ; There rays divine disperse the gloom ; 28 Beyond the confines of the torn! Appears the dawn of heaven. 6 Where all the saints immortal sin And crowns of joy are given ; While all the harpers cheerful bring Their noblest songs to Christ their King, When swallow'd up in heaven. HYMN 17. L. M. Heavenly School. 1 THERE is a school o-:i earth begun, Supported by the Holy One ; He calls his pupils for to prove The greatness of redeeming love, And give to Jesus glory. 2 Then come, my friends, where'er yon he, Say, will you go to school with me ? Christ Jesus is my Master's name, Come deaf and dumb, come blind and lame. 3 Our school books are the Scriptures true, Our lessons are for ever new ; The scholars too are all agreed, O, 'tis a blessed school indeed. 4 My Master learns the blind to see, Then come, ye blind, the school is free : -29 My Master learns the lame to walk, He also learns the dumb to talk. 5 My Master learns the deaf to hear ; Then come, ye deaf, and lend an ear Unto my Master's pleasant voice, He'll make your mourning souls rejoice. He learns the swearing man to pray, Then come, profane, without delay ; He'll change your tongues to speak his name And spread abroad a Saviour's fame. 7 Come, brethren dear, who are at school, Attention pay to every rule ; 'Tis best for those who mind their book, And have all carnal joys forsook. 8 Our mortal frames must shortly die, Then we shall lay our school-books by ; We'll reign with Master Jesus then, Glory to God, Glory, Amen. HYMN IS. P. M. 1 UNCLEAN! unclean! and full of sin, From first to last alas, O Lord, I've been ! Deceitful is my heart , Guilt presses down my burden'd soul ; But Jesus can the waves control, And bid my fears depart. 30 2 When first I heard his word of grace, Ungratefully I hid my face, Ungratefully delay'd : At length his voice more powerful came, 'Tis I he cried, I'm still the same, Thou need' st not be afraid. 3 My heart was chang'd in that same hour, My soul confess'd his mighty power, I shed a grateful tear : Then listen'd still to hear his voice, Again he said, in me rejoice, 'Tis I, thou need'st not fear. 4 Unworthy of thy love, I cried, Freely I love, he soon reply'd, On me thy faith be staid : On me for ev'ry thing depend, I'm Jesus still, the sinners friend, Thou need'st not be afraid. HYMN 19. P. M. The Jubilee. 1 WHAT heavenly music do I hear ! Salvation sounding free ; Ye souls in bondage lend an era — This is the jubilee ! 31 \ How sweetly doth the tidings roll All round from sea to sea; From land to land, from pole to pole — This is the jubilee ! 3 Good news, good news, to Adam's race ; Let Christians all agree To sing redeeming love and grace — This is the jubilee ! 4 The gospel sounds a sweet release To all in misery ; And bids them welcome home, to peace — This is the jubilee ! 5 Jesus is on the mercy seat, Before him bend the knee : Let heaven and earth his praise repeat — This is the jubilee ! 6 Sinners be wise, return and come ; Unto the Saviour flee ; The Spirit bids you welcome home — This is the jubilee ! 7 Come ye redeem'd your tribute bring, With songs of harmony ; While on the road to Canaan, sing — This is the jubilee ! 32 HYMN 20. P. M. Parting of Friends. ! WHEN shall we three meet again?* When shall we three meet again? Oft shall glowing hope expire, Oft shall we in love retire, Oft shall death and sorrow reign, Ere we three shall meet again. 2 Though in distant lands we sigh, Parch'd beneath the hostile sky ; Though the deep between us rolls, Friendship shall unite our souls, And in fancy's wide domain, Oft shall we three meet again. 3 When our burnish'd locks are gray, Thinn'd by many a toil-spent day ; When around this youthful pine, Moss shall creep and ivy twine, Long may this lov'd bojnrer remain, Here may we three meet again. 4 When the dreams of life are fled, When its wasted lamps are dead ; When in cold oblivion's shade, ■ Said to have been composed by three Indians who were graduates at Dartmouth College; at a ite bower, on parting. 33 Beauty, wealth and fame are laid — Where immortal spirits reign, There may we three meet again. HYMN 21. L. M. 1 WHOM man forsakes thou wilt not leave, Ready the outcasts to receive ; Though all my simpleness I own, And all my faults to thee are known. 2 Ah 1 wherefore did I ever doubt 1 Thou wilt in no wise cast me out, A helpless soul that comes to thee, With only sin and misery. 3 Lord, I am sick, my sickness cure ; I want, do thou enrich the poor ; Under thy mighty hand I stoop, O lift the abject sinner up. 4 Lord, I am blind, be thou my sight ; Lord, I am weak, be thou my might ; A helper of the helpless be, And let me find my all in thee. HYMN 22. L. M. t WHEN, gracious Lord, when shall it be That I shall find my all in thee ? The fulness of thy promise prove, The seal of thine eternal love? 3 34 *2 A poor blind child I wander here, If haply I may. feel thse near; dark ! dark ! dark ! I still must say, Amidst the blaze of gospel-day. 3 Thee, only thee, I fain would find, And cast the world and flesh behind ; Thou, only thou, to me be given, Of all thou hast in earth or heaven. 4 When from the arm of flesh set free, Jesus, my soul, shall fly to thee ; Jesus, when I have lost my all, I. shall upon thy bosom fall. HYMN 23. C. M. The Saviour's Invitation. 1 THE Saviour calls — let every ear Attend the heav'nly sound ; Ye doubting souls, dismiss your fear, Hope smiles reviving round. 2 For ev'ry thirsty, longing heart, Here streams of bounty flow, And life, and health, and bliss impart To banish mortal wo. 3 Ye sinner's come, 'tis mercy's voice The gracious call obey ; Mercy invites to heav'nly joys— And can you vet delay? 4 Dear Saviour, draw reluctant hearts; To thee let sinners fly, . And take the bliss thy love imparts And drink, and never die. HYMN 24. C. M. In me ye shall have Peace. 1 YE saints attend the Saviour's voice, Spoke in his word of grace ; He says, and in it O rejoice, In me ye shall have peace ! 2 Tho' storms and tempests round you roar, And foes and fears increase, He says, and what could he sayjnore, In me ye shall have peace ! 3 What though afflictions still abound, Nor do temptations cease, He says, and O how sweet the sound, In me ye shall have peace ! 4 What though corruptions dwell within, Nor does the conflict cease, He says, in spite of hell and sin, In me ye shall have peace ! . 5 Tho' you shall pass thro' death's cold k flood To gain your wish'd release, He says, and sure he'll make it good, In me ye •shall have peace ! 36 (5 When you his lace in glory view, Where joys can ne'er decrease, Eternity shall prove it true, In him we shall have peace. HYMN 25. P. M. The Harvest. I THIS is the field, the world below, In which the sower comes to sow ; Jesus the wheat, satan the tares, For so the word of truth declares : And soon the reaping time will come, I And angels shout — the harvest home. 2 Most awful truth, and is it so ? Must all the world the harvest know ! Is every man the wheat or tare 1 Then for the harvest, O prepare ; For soon the reaping time will come And angels shout — the harvest home. 3 To love my sins, a saint t' appear ; To grow with wheat and be a tare, May serve me while on earth below, Where tares and wheat together grow ; But soon the reaping time will come, And angels shout — the harvest home. 4 But all who truly righteous be, Their father's kingdom they shall see : 37 Shine like the sun for ever there, He that hath ears then let him hear ; For soon the reaping time will come, And tares will meet an awful doom. 5 When the last harvest shall appear, To separate the wheat and tare, May we among the wheat be found, In sheaves, with cords of love be bound, And join the angels round the throne To shout the glorious — harvest home. HYMN 26. C. M. Baptism of Christ. 1 THUS was the great Redeemer plung'd, In Jordan's swelling flood ; To show he must be soon baptiz'd In tears, and sweat, and blood. 2 Thus was his sacred body laid Beneath the yielding wave ; Thus was his sacred body rais'd, Out of the liquid grave. 3 Lord, we thy precepts would obey : In thy own footsteps tread ; Would die, be buried, rise with thee, Our ever-living head. 38 HYMN 27. P. M. There is a Heaven ! In Answer to a Silent Tear. 1 Aft ! why thus shed " the silent tear ?" Altho' thy heart be riven With greatest source of keen despair, Remember, there's a heaven ! 2 And should your friends prove insincere, Slight to your love be given : Do good for ill ; suppress the tear ; Your great reward's in heaven ! .3 If you have run a wild career, By passions' whirlwinds driven, And think there is no mercy here ; There's pardon still in heaven ! 4 Sum up the whole, remember all The woes to mortals given : What to the lot of each one falls ; Then cast your eyes to heaveu ! 5 Contemplate our glorious Lord, The Saviour to us given : Think on the sufferings he endured. And bless the God of heaven. 6 O may thy future life and will To higher thoughts be given : 39 Extracting every good from ill, » Place all your hopes in heaven ! HYMN 28. P. M. 1 SWEET rivers of redeeming love, Lie just before mine eyes ; Had I the pinions of a dove, I'd to those rivers fly. I'd rise superiour to my pain, With joy outstrip the wind ; I'd cross bold Jordan's stormy main, And leave the world behind. 2 While I'm imprison 'd here below, In anguish, pain, and smart, Oft times those troubles I forego, When love surrounds my heart. In darkest shadows of the night, Faith mounts the upper sky : I then behold my heart's delight, And would rejoice to die. 3 I View the monster death, and smile, Now he has lost his sting : Though satan rages all the while, I still the triumph sing. I hold my Saviour in my arms, And will not let him go ; I'm so delighted with his charms, No other good I'll know, 40 4 A few more days, or years at most, My troubles will be o'er ; I hope to join the heav'nly host, On Canaan's happy shore. My rapt'rous soul shall drink and feast In love's unbounded sea ; The glorious hope of endless rest Is ravishing to me. 5 O ! come, my Saviour, come away, And bear me through the sky ; Nor let thy chariot wheels delay ; Make haste and bring it nigh. I long to see thy glorious face, And in thine image shine ; To triumph in victorious grace, And be for ever thine. 6 Then will I tune my harp of gold, To my eternal King ; In ages that never can be told, I'll make his praises ring. All hail, eternal Son of GoaV Who died on Calvary ; " And sav'd me with thy precious blood From endless misery. 7 Ten thousand thousand join in one, To praise th' eternal Three ; 41 Prostrate before the blazing throne, In deep humility. They rise and tune their harps of gold, And sweep the immortal lyre : And ages that can ne'er be told, Shall raise thy praises higher. HYMN 29. P. M. Christ's Vineyard. 1 SAVIOUR, visit thy plantation ; Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain : All will come to desolation, Unless thou return again. 2 Keep no longer at a distance, Shine upon us from on high, Lest for want of thine assistance, Every plant should droop and die. 3 Surely, once thy garden flourished, Every plant look'd gay and green ; Then thy word our spirits nourish'd, Happy seasons we have seen. 4 [But a drought has since succeeded, And a sad decline we see ; Lord, thy help is greatly needed, Help can only come from thee. " 5 Where are those we counted leaders, Fill'a with zeal, and love, and truth ; J 42 Old professors, tall as cedars, Bright examples to our youth ? 6 Some in whom we once delighted, We shall meet no more below : Some, alas ! we fear are blighted, Scarce a single leaf they show. 7 Younger plants, to sight how pleasant, Cover'd thick with blossoms stood ; But they cause us grief at present, Frost hath nipp'd them in the bud.] 8 Dearest Saviour, hasten hither, Thou canst make them bloom again ; permit them not to wither, Let not all our hopes be vain. 9 Let our mutual love be fervent, Make us prevalent in prayers : Let each one esteem thy servant, Shun the world's bewitching snares. 10 Break the tempter's fatal power, Turn the stony heart to flesh ; And begin from this good hour, To revive thy work afresh. HYMN 30. P. M. Exhortation. 1 STOP, poor sinner ! stop and think, Before you farther go ! 43 Can you sport upon the brink Of everlasting wo ? Hell beneath is gaping wide, Vengeance waits the dread command, Soon to stop your sport and pride, And sink you with the dam'd. Then be entreated now to stop, For imless you warning take, Ere you are aware you'll drop Into a burning lake. 2 Say, have you an arm like God, That you his will oppose ? Fear you not that iron rod With which he breaks his foes ? Can you stand in that great day, When his judgment will proclaim — When the earth shall melt away, Like wax before the flame ? 3 Ghastly death will quickly come, And drag you to the bar ; Then to bear your awful doom, Will fill you with despair. All your sins will round you crowd, Sins of a blood crimson dye , Each for vengeance cry aloud, And what will you reply ? 44 4 Though your heart be made of steel, Your forehead lin'd with brass, God at length will make you feel, He will not let you pass. Sinners then in vain will call, (Though they now despise his grace ; ) Rocks and mountains on us fall, And hide us from his face. 5 But as yet there is a hope, You may his mercy know ; Though his arm be lifted up, He Btill forbears the blow, It was for sinners Jesus died ; Sinners he invites to come ; None that come shall be denied, He says there still is room. For Jesus' sake, I pray you stop, Sfc, HYMN 31. P. M. My Beloved. 1 O THOU in whose presence My soul takes delight, On whom in affliction I call ; My comfort by day, And my song in the night, My hope, my salvation, and all. 2 Where dost thou at noon-tide Resort with thy sheep, 45 To feed in the pastures of love 1 O, why in the valley Of death should I weep, Or alone in the wilderness rove 1 3 Or why should I wander An alien from thee ? Or cry in the desert for bread ? Thy foes will rejoice, When my sorrows they see, And smile at the tears I have shed. 4 Ye daughters of Zion, Declare, have you seen The Star that on Israel shone 1 Say, if in your tents My Beloved has been, Or where with his flock he has gone. 5 This is my Beloved, His form is divine, His vestments shed odours around ; The locks on his head Are as grapes on the vine, When autumn with plenty is crown'd, 6 Like the fair rose of Sharon, Or lilies that grow In the vales, on the banks of the streams, On his cheeks does the beauty 46 Of excellence glow — - And his eyes are as quivers of beams. 7 His voice, as the sound Of the dulcimer sweet, Is heard through the shadow of death ; The cedars of Lebanon Bow at his feet, And the air is perfum'd with his breath. 8 His lips as a fountain Of righteousness flow, And waters the garden of grace ; From thence their salvation The Gentiles shall know, And bask in the smiles of his face. 9 Love sits on his eyelids, And scatters delight Through all the bright mansions on high ; Their faces the cherubim Veil in his sight, And praise him in fulness of joy. 10 He looks, and ten thousand Of angels rejoice, And myriads wait for his word ! He speaks, and eternity, Fill'd with his voice, Re-echoes the praise of the Lord. 47 HYMN 32. P. M. Christian Peace. 1 O HOW happy are they, Who the Saviour obey, And have laid up their treasure above ! Tongue cannot express, The sweet comfort and peace, Of a soul in its earliest love. 2 That sweet comfort was mine, • When the favour divine I first found in the blood of the Lamb : When my heart first believ'd What a joy I receiv'd ! What a heaven in Jesus's name ! 3 'Twas a heaven below, My Redeemer 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 Jesus, all the day long, Was my joy and my song ; O that all his salvation might see ! " He hath lov'd me," I cried, " He hath sufter'd and died, To redeem such a rebel as me." 48 ? 5 On the wings of his love, I was carried above, All my sins, and temptations, and pain ; And I could not believe That I ever should grieve, That I ever should suffer again. 6 I then rode on the sky, Freely justified I, Nor did envy Elijah his seat ; My soul mounted higher, In a chariot of fire, And the world it was under my feet. 7 O ! the rapturous height, Of that holy delight, Which I felt in the life-giving blood ! Of my Saviour possess'd, I was perfectly bless'd, As if filFd with the fulness of God. HY#N 33. P. M. Christ's Church. 1 LIKE a ship, see the church, through the ocean she rolls ; She's freighted with grace and well mann'd out with souls ! 'Midst whirlwinds and tempests she sails through the world, "While storms of temptation against her are hurl , your Maker prostrate lies ! On the bloody tree behold him ! Hear him cry before he dies, "It is fmish'd, it is finish'd," Sinners, will not this suffice? 6 Lo, th' incarnate God ascending Pleads the merit of his blood ; Venture on him, venture wholly. Let no vi her trust intrude : 53 None but Jesus, none but Ji:srs, Can do helpless sinners good. 7 Saints and angels joiri'd in concert, Sing the praises of the Lamb ; While the blissful seats of heav'u Sweetly echo with his name : Hallelujah, hallelujah, Sinners here may do the same. HYMN 3C. C. M. 1 COME, sing us one of Zion's song*, And melody perform ; And by the river Babylon, No longer sit and mourn. 2 How can I sing with heart-strings broke Or melody perforin ; My airs all fled, ray pleasures and My joys all mix'd with pain. 3 My harp is on the willows hung. The strings all out of tune : Well may I sit, and sigh, and mourn. The best of friends is gone. 4 Now shall my inward joys arise. And burst into a song ; x\l mighty love inspires my heart. And pleasure tunes my tongue. 54 I 5 Although my sins be scarlet red, And like a crimson gore ; They shall be white as fleecy snow, # And stain'd with guilt no more. HYMN 37. P. M. Heavenly Union. 1 FROM whence doth this union arise, That hatred is conquer'd by love ? It fastens our souls in such ties, As nature and time can't remove. 2 It cannot in Eden be found, Nor yet in a paradise lost ; It grows on Immanuel's ground, And Jesus 5 dear blood it did cost. 3 My friends are so dear unto me, Our hearts all united in love, Where Jesus is gone we shall be, In yonder blest mansions above. 4 O, why then so loath for to part, Since we shall ere long meet again ? Engrav'd on Immanuel's heart, At distance we cannot remain. 5 And when we shall see that bright day, And join with the angels above, Leaving these vile bodies of clay, United with Jesus in love. 6b 6 With Jesus we ever shall reign, And all his bright glory shall see, And sing, Hallelujah, Amen, Amen ! even so let it be. HYMN 38. P. M. First Gospel Church. 1 IN witness of the gospel, an ordinance we find, And in the third of Matthew this ordinance enjoined I Enjoined on all believers, come witness how the Sonj Came and was baptized by his own servant John. I 2 Not at the river Jordan, but in the flowing stream ; , Stood John, the Baptist preacher, when he baptizr ed the Lamb ; [came. And Jesus Christ the Saviour, out of the water To show that we must follow and pattern after him. 3 Some say that John the Baptist was nothing but a Jew ; . [too : But the word of God informs us he was a preacher A preacher to the people, the gospel to impress, Likewise to enforce the need of a Saviour'r righte- ousness. 4 Infants were brought to Jesus — were brought for him to bless : His blessing they received and shall for ever rest. Then welcome tender parents to bring your babes along ; Not to be baptized — for Jes^s baptized none. 5 The traditionists will say that these sentiments are new ; If they'll read the third of Matthew they'll surely' find them true ; 56 That there were none baptized but such as did be- lieve, And none but true believers will Almighty God receive. 6 Now read the third of Matthew, go read it o'er again, ■* [ance bring : There's none who were baptized but did repent- If you'd believe our Jesus you'd be baptized like him, As long as you neglect it, it is to you a sin. K This ordinance of Jesus doth stand so firm and strong [oured long; There's none can overthrow it tho' they've endeav- Hfor Jesus and his kingdom will stand "for ever sure, When anti-christian power will fall to rise, no more. 8 John was a gospel preacher when he baptized the. Lamb ; [came ; Then Jesus was a Baptist, and thus the Baptists If you would follow Jesus as Christians ought to do, You'd come and be baptized and be a Baptist too. HYMN 39. P. M. The Appearance and Siifl^rings of Christ. 1 t-IAlL ! thou blest morn, when the great Mediator Down from the regions of glory descends; Shepherds, go worship the babe in the manger, . Lo ! for his guide the bright angels attend. Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Shine on our darkness, and lend us thine aid ; Star in the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant "Redeemer is laid. •u2 Cold on his cradle, the dew-drops are ginning, Low lies his bed with the beasts of the stall : o7 Angel* adore him in slumbers reclining, Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all. Brightest and best, &c. 3 Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion, Odours of Eden, and offerings divine ; Gems of the mountain, and pearli of the ocean. Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the mine- Brightest and best, &c. 4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation, Vainly with gold would his favour secure ; Richer by far is the heart's adoration, Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. Brightest and best, &c. HYMN 40. P. M. Good Tidings. 1 HEAR the royal proclamation, The glad tidings of salvation ; Published to every creature Of the ruin'd sons of nature, Jesus reigns ! He reigns victorious, Over heaven and earth most glorious, Jesus reigns ! 2 See the royal banner flying ; Hear the standard-bearers crying, " Rebel sinners, royal favour Now is offer'd by the Saviour." Jesus reigns! &c, 58 3 Hear, ye sons of wrath and ruin, Ye who've wrought your own undoing; Here is life and free salvation, Offer'd to the whole creation ; Jesus reigns ! &,c. 4 'Twas for you that Jesus died, And for you was crucified : Conquer'd death and rose to heaven, Life eternal through him given ; Jesus reigns ! &c. 5 Turn unto the Lord most holy ; Shun the paths of vice and folly ; Turn, or you are lost for ever ! Oh, now fly unto the Saviour — Jesus reigns ! &-c. 6 For this love, let rocks and mountains, Purling streams and crystal fountains, Roaring thunders, lightning's blazes, Shout the great Messiah's praises : Jesus reigns ! &.c. 7 Here is wine, and milk, and honey ; Come and purchase without money : Mercies flowing like a fountain, Streaming from the holy mountain — Jesus reigns ! &c. 59 8 Shout ye tongues of every nation, Christ has died for your salvation ! Shout with joyful acclamation, Sound aloud the proclamation — Jesus reigns ! &c. 9 Shout, ye saints, make joyful mention Of him who wrought out your redemption, Shout the praise of Judah's Lion, The Almighty King of Zion — Jesus reigns ! &>c. 10 Now our souls have caught new fire, Brethren, raise your voices higher ; Angels shout the joyful story, Through all the bright world of glory — ■ Jesus reigns ! &,c. HYMN 41. 8's. 1 HOW tedious and tasteless the hours, ; When Jesus no longer I see ; Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flow'rs, Have all lost their sweetness to me. 2 The mid-summer sun shines but dim, The fields strive in vain to look gay, But when I am happy with him, December's as pleasant as May. 3 His name yields the richest perfume, And sweeter than music his voice ; 60 His presence disperses my gloom, And makes all within me rejoice. 4 I should, were he always thus ttigh, Have nothing to wish or to fear ; No mortal so happy as I — My summer would last all the year. 5 Content with beholding his face. My all to his pleasure resign ; No changes of seasons or place, Would make any change in my mind. 6 While bless'd with a sense of his love, In palaces joy would appear ; And prisons would palaces prove, If Jesus would dwell with me there. 7 Lord, if I indeed now am thine, And thou art my sun and my song ; Say, why do I languish and pine, And why are my winters so long ? 8 O drive those dark clouds from the sky Thy soul-cheering presence restore, Or take me unto thee on high, Where winter and clouds are no more. HYMN 42. P. M. Sinner Awaked. 1 Ah, what shall I do, Or where be secure. 61 li' justice pursue What heart can endure ; The heart breaks asunder, Though hard as a stone, When God speaks in thunder And makes himself known. 2 With horror I read My sins heavy score, The number exceeds The sands on the shore. Guilt makes me unable To stand or to flee : So Cain murdered Abel And trembled like me. 3 Each sin, like his blood, With a terrible cry Calls loudly on God To strike from on high : Nor can my repentance, Extorted by fear, Reverse the just sentence ; 'Tis just, though severe. 4 The case is too plain, I Took my own course ; Again and again 1 slighted his \1>ice. 62 His warnings neglected, His patience abus'd, His gospel rejected, His mercy refused. 5 And must I then go, For ever to dwell In torments and wo With devils in hell? O, where is the Saviour I scorn'd in time past ? His word in my favour Would save me at last. 6 Lord Jesus, on thee I venture to call ; O, look upon me Though vilest of all. For whom didst thou languish And bleed on the tree ? O, pity my anguish And say 'twas for me. 7 A case such as mine Will honour thy power ; All hell will repine, All heaven adore. If in condemnation Strict justice takes place, 63 It shines in salvation More glorious through grace. HYMN 43. C. M. Christian's Experience. 1 AH ! wo is me, what shall I do ? 1 never knew the Lord : 1 never saw my heart aright, Nor felt God's heavenly word. 2 Conviction I have never had, As I've heard others tell, How they were lost in deep despair And sinking into hell. 3 'Tis true I've had a thousand thoughts About the wrath of God ; How justly I deserved the pain Of his avenging rod. 4 I never felt my vileness so, As I've heard others tell, How they were lost in deep despair And sinking into hell. 5 'Tis true, I've thought I was oppos'd To God and all that's good ; But yet I've nothing else but thoughts, And nothing understood. 6 I am so full of self and pride I cannot love the Lord ; 64 And have so much of unbelief I cannot trust his word. 7 I never felt so full of love As Christians often do ; This flame of love to God above I'm sure I never knew. 8 It's true I've thought that Christ appeared Quite beautiful to me ; But this did all arise from self^ As I can plainly see. 9 I never felt that blessed change That others do express ; Such light break in upon my mind When sunk in deep distress. 10 And when I try to search my heart No evidence I find To prove that I'm a child of God, That satisfies my mind. 11 So here I am, one, all alone, There's none that's like poor me, I am not fit to be with saints, Nor Christian company. J 2 Nor can I join with this vain world Tn sin and vanity ; And sport myself with trilling toys, *Tis no delight to mc. 65 13 And if I try to tell my mind To those that have a hope, I fear they'll think I am a saint And try to build me up. 14 I wonder how that Christians can Have fellowship for me, Since I have never felt assured That I a Christian be. 15 When I the Bible take to read, Such promises I see For every one that feel their need, And yet there's none for me. 16 So now I've plainly told my case, You see just where I am ; O, that I might receive from God Salvation through the Lamb. HYMN 44. L. M. The Afflicted Saint. 1 AFFLICTED saint to Christ draw ncai Thy Saviour's gracious promise hear ; His faithful word declares to thee, That " as thy day thy strength shall be." % Let not thy heart despond and say, " How shall I stand the trying day?" ' He has engag'd by firm decree, That " as thy day thy strength shall be." 5 ■ 66 3 Should persecution rage and flame, Still trust in thy Redeemer's name ; In fiery trials thou shalt see, That " as thy day thy strength shall be." 4 If faith is weak and foes are strong, And if the conflict should be long, Thy Lord will make the tempter flee, For " as thy day thy strength shall be." 5 When call'd to bear the weighty cross Of sore affliction, pain, or loss, Or deep distress, or poverty, Kill " as thy day thy strength shall be." 6 When ghastly death appears in view, Christ's presence shall thy fears subdue, He comes thy spirit to set free, And " as thy day thy strength shall be." HYMN 45. 8s. 1 ALL glory to mercy we bring. The mercy that reigns evermore, The infinite mercy we sing, The mercy eternal adore. l 2 The mercy converting we prize, In mercy forgiving delight, For conquering mercy we rise, We rise and triumphantly fight. 67 3 And when we are wounded by sin, And scarcely a prayer can repeat, The mercy that heals us again, Is mercy transportingly sweet. 4 What though in the furnace we fall, Free mercy the Saviour proclaims ; For mercy in Jesus we call, And glorify God in the flames. 5 For mercy upholding we pray, For mercy confirming aspire, For mercy that leads on the way To Goo and the glorify' d choir. 6 Lord, more of thy mercy display, For all of thy mercy we love, And mercy shall bear us away, To regions immortal above. HYMN 46. P. M. 1 AH ! lovely appearance of death, What sight upon earth is so fair ? Not all the gay pageants that breathe, Can with a dead body compare ; With solemn delight I survey • The corpse when the spirit is fled ; In love with the beautiful clay, And longing to lie in its stead. 68 2 How blest is our brother, bereft Of all that could burden his mind ; How easy the soul that has left This wearisome body behind ! Of evil incapable thou, Whose relics with envy I see, No longer in misery now, No longer a sinner like me. 3 This earth is affected no more With sickness, or shaken with pain The war in the members is o'er, And never shall vex him again ; No anger, henceforward, or shame, Shall redden this innocent clay ; Extinct is the animal flame, And passion is vanish'd away. 4 This languishing head is at rest, Its thinking ,and aching are o'er ; This quiet, immoveable breast, Is heav'd by affliction no more ; This heart is no longer the seat Of trouble and torturing pain ; *tlt ceases to flutter and beat, It never shall flutter again. 5 The lids he so seldom could close, By sorrow forbidden to sleep, . 69 Now scal'd in their mortal repose, Have strangely forgotten to weep ! The fountains can yield no supplies ; These hollows from water are free ; The tears are all wip'd from these eyes, And evil they never shall see. 6 To mourn and to suffer is mine, While bound in a prison I breathe, And still for deliverance pine, And press to the issues of death ; What now with my tears I bedew, O might I this moment become ! My spirit created anew, My flesh be consign'd to the tomb. HYMN 47. H. M. 1 ARISE, my soul, arise, Shake off thy guilty fears, The bleeding Sacrifice In my behalf appears ; Before the throne my Surety stands, My name is written on his hands. 2 lie ever lives above, For me to intercede, His all-redeeming love, His precious blood to plead ; His blood aton'd for our lost race, And sprinkles now the throne of grace. 70 2 The bleeding wounds he hear?, Receiv'd on Calvary ; Pour most effectual prayers, They strongly speak for me ; Forgive him. O forgive, they cry, Nor let that ransom'd sinner die ! 4 The Father hears him pray, His dear annointed One : He cannot, turn away The presence of his Son : His Spirit answers to the blood, And tells me I am born of God. 5 To God I'm reconcil'd, His pard'ning voice I hear : He owns me for his child, I can no longer fear ; With confidence I now draw nigh, And Father, Abba Father, cry. HYMN 48. P. M. Ode to Christ. 1 BURST, ye emerald gates, and bring To my enraptur'd vision, All the extatic joys that spring Round the bright elysian : liO ! we lift our longing eyes, Break, ye intervening skies, 71 Sons of righteousness arise, Ope the gates of Paradise. CHORUS. O how good it is for us to be blest, And dwell where loving Jesus is ! 2 Floods of everlasting light, Freely flash before him : Myriads with supreme delight, Instantly adore him ; Angelic trumps resound his fame, Lutes of lucid gold proclaim, All the music of his name, Heaven echoing the theme, O how good, &c. 3 Four and twenty elders rise, From their princely station ; Shout his glorious victories, Sing the great salvation ; Cast their crowns before his throne, Cry in reverential tone, Glory be to God alone, Holy! Holy! Holy One! O how good, &c. 4 Hark ! the thrilling symphonies, Seem, methinks, to seize us ; Join we too the holy lays — Jesus ! Jesus ! Jesus ! 72 Sweetest sound in seraph's song, Sweetest note on mortal's tongue, Sweetest carol ever sung — Jesus — Jesus ! flow along. O how good, &c. HYMN 49. P. M. 1 BRETHREN, while we sojourn here, Fight we must, but should not fear ; Foes we have, but we've a Friend, One who loves us to the end ; Forward, then, with courage go, Long we shall not dwell below ; Soon the joyful news will come, Child, your Father calls — Come home. 2 In the world a thousand snares Lay to take us unawares ; Satan, with malicious art, Watches each unguarded heart ; But from Satan's malice free, Saints shall all victorious be ; Soon the joyful news shall come, Child, your Father calls- — Come home. o But of all the foes we meet, [one so apt to turn our feet, " me betray us into sin, ike the foes we have within ; 73 Yet let nothing spoil your peace, Christ will also conquer these ; Then the joyful news will come, Child, your Father calls — Come home. HYMN 50. 8's. 1 COME thou fount of ev'ry blessing, Tune our lips to sing thy grace ; Streams of mercy never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise : Teach me some melodious sonnet, Sung by flaming tongues above ; Praise the mount — I'm fix'd upon it, Mount of thy redeeming love. 2 Here I raise my Ebenezer, Hither by thy help I'm come ; And I hope by thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home. Jesus sought me while a stranger, Wand'ring from the fold of God ; He to rescue me from danger, Interpos'd his precious blood. 3 O ! to grace how great a debtor, Daily I'm constrain'd to be ! Let thy goodness like a fetter, Bind my wand'ring heart to thee ; Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, Prone to leave the God I love ; 74 Here's my heart, O take and seal it. Seal it from thy courts above. HYMN 5fc P. M. Pi/grinfs Farewell. 1 FAREWELL, my dear brethren, the time is at hand, That we. must be parted from this social band : Our several engagements now call us away, Separation is needful, and we must obey. 2 Farewell, loving brethren, farewell for a while ; We shall soon meet again, if kind Heaven smile ,• And while we are parted, and scatter'd abroad, We'll pray for each other, and wrestle with God. 3 Farewell, faithful soldiers, you'll soon be dis- charg'd ; The war will be ended, your treasure enlarged : With singing and shouting, to heaven you'll soar, And join in sweet anthems, where parting's no more. 4 Farewell, dear young converts, who've listed for war, Sore trials await you, but Jesus is near ; And though you must walk through this dark wil- derness, Your Captain's before you, he'll lead you to peace. 5 The world, flesh, and Satin, and hell, all unite, And bold persecutors will strive to-affright; Yet Jesus stands for you, he's greater than they, Let this animate you to press on your way. 6 Farewell, seeking mourners, with you I mint part, O haste unto Jesus, and choose the good part \ 70 lie's full of compassion, and mighty to save, His arms are extended, your souls to receive. 7 Farewell, careless sinners, for you we do mourn, To see your sad danger, and you unconcern'd ; You're bound to a judgment, where all must appear, Whether righteous or wicked, their sentence to hear. 8 Your frolicks and pastime, in which you delight, Will serve to torment you in that dreadful night ; You'll think on the sermons which you've heard in vain, When hopes' gone forever of hearing again. 9 Farewell, faithful pilgrims, farewell all around; If we never should meet till the last trumpet sound ; To meet you in glory, I'll give you my hand, The Saviour to praise in a pure social band. HYMN 52. P. M. Pilgrim's Farewell. 1 FAREWELL my friends in bonds of love, Whose hearts in sweetest union prove, Your friendship's like a drawing band, Yet we must take the parting hand. 2 Your company's sweet, your union's dear, Your words delightful to my ear ; And when I see that we must part, You draw like cords about my heart. 3 How sweet the hours have passed away, When we have met to sing and pray ; How loath we've been to leave the place, Where Jesus shows his smiling face. 76 4 O oould I stay with friends so kind, How would it cheer my struggling mind ; But duty makes me understand, That we must take the parting hand. 5 But since it is God's holy will We must be parted for awhile, In sweet submission all as one, We'll say our Father's will be done. 6 Dear fellow youth in Christian ties, Who seek for mansions in the skies, Fight on, you'll gain that happy shore, Where parting hands will be no more. 7 How oft I've seen your flowing tears, And heard you tell your hopes and fears ; Your hearts with love have seem'd to flame, Which makes me hope we'll meet again. 8 Ye mourning souls in sad surprise, Jesus remembers all your cries; trust his grace, and in that land We'll no more take the parting hand. 9 Dear Christian friends, both old and young, 1 hope in Christ you'll all be strong ; And if on earth we meet no more, O may we meet on Canaan's shore. 10 I hope you'll all remember me, If here my face no more you see : 77 An interest in your prayers I crave, That we may meet beyond the grave. HO glorious day and blessed hope, My heart leaps forward at the thought, When in that happy, happy land, We'll no more take the parting hand. 12 But with our blessed loving Lord, We'll shout and sing with one accord ; And then with Jesus we shall dwell, So, loving brethren, all farewell. HYMN 53. 7s, 6s and 8s. 1 GOD of my salvation, hear, And help me to believe, Simply do I now draw near, Thy blessing to receive ; Full of guilt, alas! I am, But to thy wounds for refuge flee : Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb, Thy blood was shed for me. 2 Standing now as newly slain, To thee I lift mine eye, Balm of all my grief and^pain, Thy blood is always nigh. Now as yesterday the same Thou art, and wilt for ever be : 78 Friend of Sinners, spotless Lamb, Thy blood was shed for me. 3 Nothing have I, Lord, to pay, Nor can thy grace procure ; Empty send me not away, For I, thou know'st am poor ; Dust and ashes is my name ; My all is sin and misery : Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb, Thy blood was shed for me. 4 No good word, or work, or thought, Bring I to buy thy grace ; Pardon I accept, un bought, Thy proffer I embrace. Coming as at first I came, To take, and not bestow on thee. Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb, Thy blood was shed for me. 5 Saviour, from thy wounded side I never will depart ; Here will I my spirit hide, When I am pure in heart : Till my place above I claim, This only shall be all my plea, Friend of Sinners, spotless Lamb, Thy blood was shed for me. - 79 HYMN 54. 7'r. 1 JESUS, lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly, While the billows near me roll, While the tempest still is nigh ! Hide me, O my Saviour hide, Till the storm oflife is past, Safe into the haven guide — receive my soul at last. 2 Other refuge have I none ; Hangs my helpless soul on the© ; Leave, oh ! leave me not alone — Still support and comfort me ; All my trust on thee is stay'd, All my help from thee 1 bring ; Cover my defenceless head, With the shadow of thy wing. 3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want, More than all in thee I find ; Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind ; Just and holy is thy name, 1 am all unrighteousness ; Vile and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and