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 OCT 29 1934 
 
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PREFACE. 
 
 This collection of Hymns Ls specially designed fo» 
 the children of the Church. Its publication does 
 not, of course, intimate that the young people are 
 not to use the Ilymn Books employed in Public, 
 Social, and Domestic Worship; but as there are 
 many hymns in those books which are not suitable 
 to the young ; and as there are many juvenile hymua 
 which were purposely excluded from them, that hare 
 been admitted into the present volume, it is hoped 
 that it will not be considered a superfluo-a? addition 
 to the psalmody of the Church. 
 
 A very few of the hymns are original : a number 
 are taken from our Church Hymn Books : the rest 
 have been collected from a variety of sources, the 
 names of the authors, when known, being prefixed. 
 
 The book contains Dr. Watts's " Divine Songs," and 
 many of Charles Wesley's "Hymns for Children." 
 In a preface to this latter work, John Wesley says : 
 a There ai e two ways of writing or speaking to chil- 
 dren : the one is, to let ourselves down to them ; the 
 other, to lift them up to us. Dr. Watts has wrote on 
 the former way, and has succeeded admirably well, 
 speaking to children as children, and leaving them 
 as he.found them. The following hymns are written 
 
4 PREFACE. 
 
 on the other plan. They contain strong anil manly 
 sense, yet expressed in such plain and easy language 
 as even children may understand. But when they 
 do understand them they will be children no longer, 
 only in years and in stature." These suggestions are 
 recognized in the present compilation, which em- 
 braces many of the simple rhymes of Jane Taylor, 
 and others of that class, as well as some of the finest 
 sacred lyrics in the language ; but all adapted to the 
 comprehension of the young. 
 
 It is a mistake to exclude from a collection of hymns 
 all but such as are strictly devotional : not a few there- 
 fore of a didactic cast will be found in this volume. 
 Dr. Watts well remarks in the preface to his " Dhine 
 Songs : : ' — '-'The ancients, among the Jews and the 
 heathens, taught their children and disciples the pre- 
 cepts of morality and worship in ver? e. The children 
 of Israel were commanded to learn the words of the 
 Song of Moses ; and we are directed in the New Tes- 
 tament, not only to sing with grace in the heart, but 
 to teach and admonish one another in hymns and 
 gongs." This, as he expresses at large, is a most 
 agreeable way of acquiring knowledge ; and what is 
 thus learned is longest retained, and will the most' 
 readily recur to the recollection. The importance of 
 these considerations has not been duly weighed by 
 parents, pastors, and teachers. "Were it properly 
 considered, more attention would be paid to the 
 noble science and art of sacred and vocal music, not 
 only in Sunday schools, but also in colleges and 
 other seminaries, and in the domestic circle. 
 
 It is respectfully suggested, that every teacher and 
 pupil in those institutions into which this work maj 
 
PREFACE. 5 
 
 be admitted, be furnished with a copy ; and this sug- 
 gestion is made witfc the less reserve, as its price is 
 put at the lowest possible rates. 
 
 It is devoutly committed to the patronage of Him 
 who is " exalted above all blessing and praise," who 
 nevertheless condescends to accept an infant's songs. 
 May children's Hosannas soon be sung in every tem- 
 ple, hi every school, and in every family on earth ! 
 
 THE EDITOR. 
 Chahlbstos, S. C, May 21, 1853. 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 PAoa 
 Sec. I. — Being and Perfections of God 7 
 
 II.— Mediation of Christ 24 
 
 III.— Offices of the Holy Ghost 4S 
 
 IV. — Institutions of Christianity 53 
 
 V.— The Gospel Call 74 
 
 VI. — Penitential Exercises 89 
 
 VII. — Christian Experience 112 
 
 VIII.— Death and the Future State 162 
 
 IX.— Early Piety 19S 
 
 X.— Special Occasions '. 260 
 
 XL— Teachers' Meetings 30S 
 
 XII.— Family and Closet 321 
 
 XIII.— Miscellany 346 
 
 XIV.— Opening and Closing 359 
 
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HYMNS 
 
 SECT. I -BEING AND PERFECTIONS OE GOB 
 
 1C. M. C. WESLEY 
 
 The Trinity. 
 A THOUSAND oracles divine 
 Their common beams unite, 
 That sinners may with angels join 
 To worship God aright : 
 
 2 To praise a Trinity adored 
 By all the hosts above ; 
 
 And one thrice holy God and Lord 
 Through endless ages love. 
 
 3 Triumphant host ! they never cease 
 To laud and magnify 
 
 The Triune God of holiness, 
 Whose glory fills the sky : 
 
 4 Whose glory to this earth extends, 
 When God himself imparts, 
 
 And the whole Trinity descends 
 Into our faithful hearts. 
 
 5 By faith the upper choir we meet, 
 And'challenge them to sing 
 
 Jehovah, on his shining seat, 
 Our Maker and our King. 
 
 6 But God made flesh is wholly ours, 
 And asks our nobler strain : 
 
 The Father of celestial powers, 
 The Friend of earth-born man. 
 
 7 Ye seraphs, nearest to the throne, 
 With rapturous amaze 
 
 On us, poor ransom' d worms, look down 
 For heaven's superior praise ! 
 
 7 
 
BEING AND PERFECTIONS 
 
 8 The King, whose glorious face ye sea 3 
 
 For us his crown resign' d : 
 That fulness of the Deity, 
 
 He died for all mankind. 
 
 > 6, 4. 
 
 I The Trinity. 
 
 COME, thou almighty King, 
 Help us thy name to sing, 
 Help us to praise ! 
 Father all glorious, 
 O'er all victorious, 
 Come and reign over us, 
 Ancient of days. 
 
 2 Come, thou incarnate Word, 
 Gird on thy mighty sword, 
 
 Our prayer attend : 
 Come, and thy people bless, 
 And give thy word success : 
 Spirit of holiness, 
 
 On us descend ! 
 
 3 Come, holy Comforter, 
 Thy sacred witness bear 
 
 In this glad hour : 
 Thou who almighty art, 
 Now rule in every heart, 
 And ne'er from us depart, 
 
 Spirit of power ! 
 
 4 To the great One and Thre« 
 Eternal praises be 
 
 Hence — evermore ! 
 His sovereign majesty 
 May we in glory see, 
 And to eternity 
 
 Love and adore. 
 
OF GOD. 9 
 
 O C. M. C. WESLEY. 
 
 O ■ Attributes of the Triune God. 
 
 HAIL, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
 One God in persons three : 
 Of thee we make our joyful boast, 
 Our songs we make of thee ! 
 
 2 Thou neither canst be felt nor seen : 
 Thou art a spirit pure : 
 
 Thou from eternity hast been, 
 And always shalt endure. 
 
 3 Present alike in every place, 
 Thy Godhead we adore : 
 
 Beyond the bounds of time and space 
 Thou dwell'st for evermore. 
 
 4 In wisdom infinite thou art, 
 Thine eye doth all things see ; 
 
 And every thought of every heart 
 Is fully known to thee. 
 
 5 Whate'er thou wilt, in earth below, 
 Thou dost in heaven above ; 
 
 But chiefly we rejoice to know 
 Th' almighty God of love. 
 
 6 Thou lov'st whate'er thy hands have madCj 
 Thy goodness we rehearse, 
 
 In shining characters display'd 
 Throughout our universe. 
 
 7 Mercy, with love and endless grace, 
 O'er all thy works doth reign ; 
 
 But mostly thou delight'st to bless 
 Thy favourite creature man. 
 
 8 Wherefore let every creature give 
 To thee the praise design'd! 
 
 But chiefly, Lord, the thanks receive. 
 The hearts of all mankind. 
 
10 BEING AND PERFECTIONS 
 
 4 
 
 C. M. PATRJCl 
 
 Te Deum. 
 
 0GOD, we praise thee, and confess 
 That thou the only Lord 
 And everlasting Father art, 
 By all the earth adored ! 
 
 2 To thee, all angels cry aloud : 
 To thee the powers on high, 
 
 Both cherubim and seraphim, 
 Continually do cry : 
 
 3 holy, holy, holy Lord, 
 Whom heavenly hosts obey. 
 
 The world is with the glory filPd 
 
 Of thy majestic sway ! 
 ■4 Th' apostles' glorious company, 
 
 And prophets crown'd with light, 
 With all the martyrs' noble host, 
 
 Thy constant praise recite. 
 
 5 The holy church throughout the world, 
 Lord, confesses thee, 
 
 That thou th' eternal Father art, 
 Of boundless majesty. 
 
 6 Thy honour'd, true, and only Son, 
 And Holy Ghost, the spring 
 
 Of never-ceasing joy : Christ, 
 Of glory thou art King. 
 
 ; C. M. TV ATT 
 
 I Glory of God. 
 
 HOW glorious is our heavenly King, 
 Who reigns above the sky! 
 How shall a child presume to sing 
 
 His dreadful majesty ? 
 2 How great his power is, none can tell, 
 Nor think how large his grace . 
 
6 
 
 OF GOD. 11 
 
 Not men below, nor saints that dwell 
 On high before his face. 
 
 3 Not angels that stand round the Lord 
 Can search his secret will; 
 
 But they perform his heavenly word, 
 And sing his praises still. 
 
 4 Then let me join this Holy train, 
 And my first offerings bring ; 
 
 The eternal God will not disdain 
 To hear an infant sing. 
 
 5 My heart resolves, my tongue obeys, 
 And angels shall rejoice, 
 
 To hear their mighty Maker's praise 
 Sound from a feeble voice. 
 
 7'S. MONTGOMERY, 
 
 Creation. 
 
 PRAISE the high, the holy One ! 
 God o'er all, the first, the last : 
 Tor he spake and it was done — 
 He commanded, it stood fast. 
 
 2 At his word, from darkness light, 
 Harmony from discord broke : 
 
 Weakness started into might, 
 Beauty out of dust awoke. 
 
 3 Plant and flower, and herb and treo, 
 Sprang spontaneous from the sod : 
 
 Sun and moon, and land and sea, 
 Day and night, beheld their God. 
 
 4 Fishes, fowls upon the wing, 
 Beasts, and all that creep or fly, 
 
 Every breathing, moving thing, 
 Peopled forest, flood, and sky. 
 
 5 God, his glory to display, 
 
 With his image crown'd the whole, 
 Breathed his Spirit into clay, 
 And made man a living soul. 
 
12 BEING AND PERFECTIONS 
 
 6 Hallelujah ! praise the One 
 God o'er all, the first, the last; 
 
 For he spake, and it was done : 
 He commanded, it stood fast. 
 
 tj L. M. 
 
 I The Footsteps of a God. 
 
 MY God, I love and I adore, 
 But souls that love would know thee more .• 
 Wilt thou for ever hide, and stand 
 Behind the labours of thy hand? 
 
 2 Thy hand unseen sustains the poles 
 On which this vast creation rolls : 
 The starry arch proclaims thy power, 
 Thy pencil glows in every flower. 
 
 3 In thousand shapes and colours rise 
 Thy painted windows to our eyes, 
 
 While beasts and birds with labouring throats 
 Teach us a God in thousand notes. 
 
 4 The meanest pin in nature's frame 
 Marks out some letter of thy name, 
 Where sense can reach, or fancy rove, 
 From hill to hill, from field to grove. 
 
 5. Across the waves, around the sky, 
 There's not a spot, or deep or high, 
 Where the Creator has not trod, 
 And left the footsteps of a God. 
 
 8 8, 6, 8, 6, 8, 8. 
 
 Divine Magnificence. 
 SINCE o'er thy footstool here below 
 Such beauteous gems are thrown, 
 what magnificence must glow, 
 
 My God, around thy throne ! 
 So brilliant here these drops of light, 
 There the full ocean rolls, how bright ! 
 
OF GOD. 13 
 
 2 If nignt's blue curtain of the sky, 
 With thousand stars inwrought, 
 
 Hung, like some royal canopy, 
 
 With glittering diamonds fraught, 
 Be, Lord, thy temple's outer vail, 
 What glory round the shrine must dwell ! 
 
 3 The dazzling sun at noontide hour, 
 Forth from his flaming vase, 
 
 Flinging o'er earth his golden shower, 
 
 Till vale and mountain blaze, 
 But shows, Lord, one beam of thine : 
 What, then, the day where thou dost shine ! 
 
 4 Ah ! how shall these dim eyes endure 
 That noon of living rays ? 
 
 Or how my spirit, so impure, 
 Upon thy brightness gaze ? 
 Anoint, Lord, anoint my sight, 
 And robe me for that world of light. 
 
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 C. M. WATTS, 
 
 Creation and Providence. 
 
 I SING th' Almighty power of God, 
 That made the mountains rise, 
 That spread the flowing seas abroad, 
 And built the lofty skies. 
 
 2 I sing the wisdom that ordain'd 
 The sun to rule the day : 
 
 The moon shines full at his command, 
 And all the stars obey. 
 
 3 I sing the goodness of the Lord, 
 ThaUill'd the earth with food : 
 
 He form'd the creatures with his word, 
 And then pronounced them good. 
 
 4 Lord, how thy wonders are displayed, 
 Where'er I turn mine eye ! 
 
 If I survey the ground I tread, 
 Or gaze upon the sky. 
 
14 BEING AND PERFECTIONS 
 
 5 There's not a plant or flower below 
 But makes thy glory known ; 
 
 And clouds arise, and tempests blow, 
 By order from thy throne. 
 
 6 Creatures (as numerous as they be) 
 Are subject to thy care : 
 
 There's not a place where we can flee, 
 But God is present there. 
 
 7 In heaven he shines with beams of love, 
 With wrath in hell beneath : 
 
 'Tis on his earth I stand or move, 
 And 'tis his air I breathe. 
 
 8 His hand is my perpetual guard, 
 He keeps me with his eye : 
 
 Why should I then forget the Lord, 
 Who is for ever nigh ? 
 
 I A C. M. JANE TAYLOR 
 
 IU God's Universal Sovereignty. 
 
 GOD made the world : in every land 
 His love and power are shown : 
 All are protected by his hand, 
 Though few his goodness own. 
 
 2 In forest-shades, and silent plains, 
 Where feet have never trod, 
 
 There in his mighty power he reigns, 
 The everpresent God. 
 
 3 To him the rich and poor are known, 
 The polish'd and the wild: 
 
 He sees the king upon his throne, 
 And every little #hild. 
 
 4 He knows the worthy from the vile, 
 And sends his mercy clown : 
 
 None are too mean to share his smile, 
 Or to provoke his frown. 
 
 5 Great God ! and since thy piercing eye 
 My inmost heart can see. 
 
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 OF GOD. 15 
 
 Teach me from every sin to fly, 
 And give that heart to thee. 
 
 7s. C. WESLEY. 
 
 Providence. 
 
 HAPPY man whom God doth aid ! 
 God our souls and bodies made : 
 God on us, in gracious showers, 
 Blessings every moment pours: 
 Compasses with angel bands, 
 Bids them bear us in their hands : 
 Parents,, friends, 'twas God bestow'd, 
 Life, and all, descend from God. 
 
 2 He this flowery carpet spread, 
 Made the earth on which we tread: 
 God refreshes in the air, 
 
 Covers with the clothes we wear, 
 Feeds us with the food we eat, 
 Cheers us by his light and heat, 
 Makes his sun on us to shine: 
 All our blessings are divine.' 
 
 3 Give him, then, and ever give, 
 Thanks for all that we receive ! 
 Man we for his kindness love : 
 How much more our God above ! 
 Worthy thou, our heavenly Lord, 
 To be honour* d and adored : 
 God of all-creating grace, 
 
 Take the everlasting praise. 
 
 8,8,6,8,8,6. HENRY MORS. 
 
 The Love of God. 
 
 MY God ! thy boundless love I praise : 
 How bright on high its glories blaze ! 
 How sweetly bloom below ! 
 It streams from thy eternal throne, 
 Through heaven its joys for ever run, 
 And o'er the earth they flow. 
 
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16 BEING AND PERFECTIONS 
 
 2 'Tis love that gilds the vernal ray — 
 Adorns the flowery robe of May — 
 
 Perfumes the breathing gale : 
 'Tis love,that loads the plenteous plain 
 With blushing fruits and golden grain, 
 
 And smiles o'er every vale. 
 
 3 But in thy gospel it appears 
 In sweeter, fairer characters, 
 
 And charms the ravish'd breast: 
 There, love immortal leaves the sky, 
 To wipe the drooping mourner's eye, 
 
 And give the weary rest. 
 
 4 There smiles a kind, propitious God, 
 There flows a dying Saviour's blood, 
 
 The pledge of sins forgiven : 
 There faith, bright cherub, points the way 
 To regions of eternal day, 
 
 And opens all her heaven. 
 
 5 Then let the love that makes me blest, 
 With cheerful praise inspire my breast, 
 
 And ardent gratitude ; 
 And all my thoughts and passions tend 
 To thee, my Father and my Friend, 
 
 My soul's eternal good. 
 
 | q C. M. addisi 
 
 1 O Gratitude for God's Mercies. 
 
 WHEN all thy mercies, my God, 
 My rising soul surveys', 
 Transported with the view, Fin lost 
 In wonder, love, and praise ! 
 
 2 how can words with equal warmth 
 The gratitude declare 
 
 That glows within my ravish'd heart ? 
 But thou canst read it there ! 
 
 3 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts 
 My daily thanks employ ; 
 
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 OF GOD. 17 
 
 Nor is the least a cheerful heart, 
 That tastes those gifts with joy. 
 
 4 Through every period of my life 
 Thy goodness I'll pursue ; 
 
 And after death in distant worlds, 
 The pleasing theme renew. 
 
 5 Through all eternity to thee 
 A grateful song I'll raise j 
 
 But ! eternity's too short 
 To utter all thy praise. 
 
 ;■■'•' _ 7s. 
 
 Confidence in God's Goodness. 
 
 POOR and needy though I be, 
 God my Maker cares for me : 
 Gives me clothing, shelter, food, 
 Gives me all I have of good. 
 
 2 He will listen when I pray, 
 He is with me night and day, 
 When I sleep and when I wake, 
 Keeps me safe for Jesus' sake. 
 
 3 He who reigns above the sky 
 Once became as poor as I : 
 
 He whose blood for me was shed 
 Had not where to lay his head. 
 
 4 Though I labour here awhile, 
 He will bless me with his smile ; 
 And when this short life is past, 
 I shall rest with him at last. 
 
 6,8,4. OUT KB, 
 
 The God of Abraham. 
 
 THE God of Abrah'm praise, 
 Who reigns enthroned above, 
 Ancient of everlasting days, 
 
 And God of love : 
 JEHOVAH, GREAT I AM ! 
 By earth and heaven confess'd : 
 
IS BEING AND PERFECTIONS 
 
 1 bow, and bless the sacred name 
 For ever bless'd. 
 
 2 The God of Abrah'm praise, 
 At whose supreme command 
 
 From earth I rise — and seek the joyi 
 
 At his right hand : 
 I all on earth forsake, 
 
 Its wisdom, fame, and power, 
 And him my only portion make, 
 
 My shield and tower. 
 
 3 The God of Abrah'm praise, 
 Whose all-sufficient grace 
 
 Shall guide me all my happy days 
 
 In all his ways : 
 He calls a worm his friend ! 
 
 He calls himself my God ! 
 And he shall save me to the end, 
 
 Through Jesus' blood. 
 
 4 He by himself hath sworn : 
 I on his oath depend : 
 
 I shall, on eagles' wings upborne, 
 
 To heaven ascend : 
 I shall behold his face, 
 
 I shall his power adore, 
 And sing the wonders of his grace 
 
 For evermore. 
 
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 8s. HAM. 
 
 " This God is our God." 
 
 THIS, this is the God we adore, 
 Our faithful, unchangeable Friend, 
 Whose love is as great as his power, 
 
 And neither knows measure nor end. 
 2 'Tis Jesus, the first and the last, 
 
 Whose Spirit shall guide us safe home : 
 We'll praise him for all that is past, 
 And trust him for all that's to come. 
 
OF GOD. 19 
 
 nL. M. ADDISOX. 
 
 Psalm xix. 1-6. 
 THE spacious firmament on high, 
 With all the blue ethereal sky, 
 And spangled heavens, (a shining frame,) 
 Their great Original proclaim : 
 Th' unwearied sun from day to day 
 Doth his Creator's power display, 
 And publishes to every land 
 The work of an almighty hand. 
 
 2 Soon as the evening shades prevail, 
 The moon takes up the wondrous tale, 
 And nightly to the list'ning earth 
 Repeats the story of her birth : 
 
 While all the stars that round her burn, 
 And all the planets in their turn, 
 Confirm the tidings as they roll, 
 And spread the truth from pole to pole. 
 
 3 What though in solemn silence, all 
 Move round the dark terrestrial ball — 
 What though no real voice nor sound 
 Amid the radiant orbs be found — 
 
 In reason's ear they all rejoice, 
 And utter forth a glorious voice, 
 For ever singing as they shine, 
 " The hand that made us is divine." 
 
 1 O 8,8,8,8,3,8. addiso* 
 
 J O Psalm xxiii. 
 
 THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, 
 And feed me with a shepherd's care: 
 His presence shall my wants supply, 
 And guard me with a watchful eye : 
 My noonday walks he shall attend, 
 And all my midnight hours defend. 
 2 When in the sultry glebe I faint, 
 Or on the thirsty mountain pant, 
 
20 BEING AND PERFECTIONS 
 
 To fertile vales and dewy meads 
 My weary, wand'ring steps he leads, 
 "Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, 
 Amid the verdant landscape flow. 
 
 3 Though in the paths of death I tread, 
 With gloomy horrors overspread, 
 
 My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, 
 For thou, Lord, art with me still : 
 Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, 
 And guide me through the dreadful shade, 
 
 4 Though in a bare and rugged way, 
 Through devious, lonely wilds I stray, 
 Thy bounty shall my pains beguile, 
 The barren wilderness shall smile, 
 
 "With sudden greens and herbage crown'd, 
 And streams shall murmur all around. 
 
 L. M. WATTS 
 
 Psalm lvii. 5-11. 
 
 BE thou exalted, my God, 
 Above the heavens where angels dwell 
 Thy power on earth be known abroad, 
 And land to land thy wonders tell. 
 
 2 My heart is fix'd : my song shall raise 
 Immortal honours to thy name : 
 
 Awake, my tongue, to sound his praise, 
 My tongue, the glory of my frame. 
 
 3 High o'er the earth his mercy reigns, 
 And reaches to the utmost sky : 
 
 His truth to endless years remains, 
 When lower worlds dissolve and die, 
 
 4 Be thou exalted, my God, 
 
 Above the heavens where angels dwell .' 
 Thy power on earth be known abroad, 
 And land to land thy wonders tell. 
 
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OF GOD. 21 
 
 ,]A S. M. WATTS. 
 
 U\J Psalm xcv. 
 
 COME, sound bis praise abroad, 
 And hymns of glory sing : 
 Jehovah is the sovereign God, 
 The universal King. 
 
 2 He forni'd the deeps unknown, 
 He gave the seas their bound : 
 
 The watery worlds are all his own, 
 And all the solid ground. 
 
 3 Come, worship at his throne : 
 Come, bow before the Lord : 
 
 We are his work, and not our own, 
 He forni'd us by his word. 
 
 4 To-day attend his voice, 
 Nor dare provoke his rod : 
 
 Come, like the people of his choice, 
 And own your gracious God. 
 
 1 L. M. WATTS, 
 
 u 1 Psalm c. 
 
 BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, 
 Ye nations, bow with sacred joy : 
 Know that the Lord is God alone, 
 He can create, and he destroy. 
 
 2 His sovereign power, without our aid, 
 Made us of clay, and form'd us men ; 
 
 And when like wand'ring sheep we stray'd, 
 He brought us to his fold again. 
 
 3 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songsfc 
 High as the heavens our voices raise ; 
 
 And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, 
 Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 
 
 4 Wide as the world is thy command : 
 Vast as eternity thy love :. 
 
 Firm as a rock thy truth must stand, 
 When rolling years shall cease to move. 
 
22 BEING AND PERFECTIONS 
 
 00 L. M. WATTS- 
 u U Psalm cxxxix. 
 
 LORD, thou hast search'd and seen me 
 through : 
 Thine eye commands, with piercing view, 
 My rising and my resting hours, 
 My heart and flesh with all their powers. 
 
 2 My thoughts, before they are my own, 
 Are to my God distinctly known : 
 
 He knows the words I mean to speak, 
 Ere from my opening lips they break. 
 
 3 Within thy circling power I stand, 
 On ev'ry side I find thy hand : 
 Awake, asleep, at home, abroad, 
 
 1 am surrounded still with God. 
 
 4 may these thoughts possess my breast, 
 Where'er I rove, where'er I rest! 
 
 Nor let my weaker passions dare 
 
 Consent to sin ; for God is there ! 
 
 •)Q 8,8,8. watts, 
 
 /Ut> Psalm cxlvi. 
 
 I'LL praise my Maker while I've breath, 
 And when my voice is lost in death, 
 Praise shall employ my nobler powers : 
 My days of praise shall ne'er be past, 
 While life, and thought, and being last, 
 Or immortality endures. 
 
 2 Happy the man whose hopes rely 
 On Israel's God : he made the sky. 
 
 And earth, and seas, with all their train: 
 His truth for ever stands secure : 
 He saves th' oppress'd, he feeds the poor, 
 
 And none shall find his promise vain. 
 
 3 The Lord pours eyesight on the blind, 
 The Lord supports the fainting mind : 
 
 He sends the lab'ring conscience peace: 
 
OF GOD. 
 
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 He helps the stranger in distress, 
 The widow "and the fatherless, 
 
 And grants the prisoner sweet release. 
 
 4 111 praise him while he lends me breath: 
 And when my voice is lost in death, 
 
 Praise shall employ my nobler powers : 
 My days of praise shall ne'er be past, 
 While life, and thought, and being last, 
 Or immortality endures. 
 (\ji 6,6,6,6,8,8. c. WESLEY 
 
 £T: Psalm cxlviii. 12, 13. 
 
 YOUNG men and maidens, raise 
 Your tuneful voices high : 
 Old men and children, praise 
 The Lord of earth andsky : 
 Him three in one, and one in three, 
 Extol to all eternity. 
 
 2 Tbe universal King 
 
 Let all the world proclaim : 
 Let every creature sing 
 
 His attributes and name ! 
 Him three in one, and one in three, 
 Extol to all eternity. 
 
 3 In his great name alone 
 All excellences meet : 
 
 "Who sits upon the throne, 
 And shall for ever sit : _ 
 Him three in One, and one in three f 
 Extol to all eternity. 
 
 4 Glory to God belongs : 
 Glory to God be given : 
 
 Above the noblest songs 
 
 Of all in earth and heaven : 
 Him three in one, and one in three, 
 Extol to all eternity. 
 
24 MEDIATION OF CHRIST. 
 
 SECT. II.-1TEDIATI0N OF CHRIST. 
 
 C)K C. M. DODDRIDGE, 
 
 U The Advent. 
 
 HARK ! the glad sound ! the Saviour comes 1 
 The Saviour promised long ! 
 Let every heart prepare a throne — 
 And every voice a song. 
 
 2 He comes — the prisoners to release, 
 In Satan's bondage held : 
 
 The gates of brass before him burst — 
 The iron fetters yield ! 
 
 3 He comes — from thickest films of vice 
 To clear the mental ray ; 
 
 And on the eyeballs of the blind 
 
 To pour celestial day. 
 & He comes — the broken heart to bind — 
 
 Th' bleeding soul to cure ; 
 And, with the treasures of his grace, 
 
 T' enrich the humble poor. 
 5 Our glad hosannas, Prince of peace, 
 
 Thy welcome shall proclaim ; 
 And heaven's eternal arches ring 
 
 With thy beloved name. 
 
 fclO 7s. C. WESLEY, 
 
 «U The Incarnation. 
 
 HARK ! the herald angels sing, 
 " Glory to the new-born King ! 
 Peace on earth, and mercy mild, 
 God and sinners reconciled." 
 
 2 Joyful all ye nations rise, 
 Join the triumphs of the skies : 
 With th' angelic hosts proclaim, 
 " Christ is born in Bethlehem." 
 
 3 Vail'd in flesh, the Godhead see, 
 Hail th' incarnate Deity .' 
 
MEDIATION OF CHRIST. 25 
 
 Pleased as man with men t' appear, 
 Jesus our Immanuel here. 
 4 Mild he lays his glory by, 
 Born that man no more may die : 
 Born to raise the sons of earth : 
 Born to give them second birth. 
 
 £\ri C. M. medle*. 
 
 & I The Incarnation. 
 
 MORTALS, awake, with angels join, 
 And chant the solemn lay : 
 Joy, love, and gratitude combine 
 To hail th' auspicious day. 
 
 2 In heaven the rapturous song began, 
 And sweet seraphic fire 
 
 Through all the shining legions ran, 
 And strung and tuned the lyre. 
 
 3 Swift through the vast expanse it flew, 
 And loud the echo roll'd : 
 
 The theme, the song, the joy, was new, 
 'Twas more than heaven could hold. 
 
 4 Down through the portals of the sky 
 The impetuous torrent ran ; 
 
 And angels flew with eager joy 
 To bear the news to man. 
 
 5 With joy the chorus we'll repeat, 
 " Glory to God on high ! 
 
 Good-will and peace are now complete : 
 Jesus was born to die." 
 
 f)Q 11, 10. HEBEB. 
 
 ZO Star of the East. 
 
 BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the 
 morning, 
 Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid , 
 Star of the East, the horizon adorning, 
 Gui \e where our infant Redeemer is laid J 
 
26 MEDIATION OF CHRIST. 
 
 2 Cold on his cradle the dewdrops are shining, 
 Low lies his head with the beasts of the stall : 
 
 Angels adore him in slumber reclining, 
 Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all. 
 
 3 Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion, 
 Odours of Edom, and offerings divine — 
 
 Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean, 
 Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the 
 mine ? 
 
 4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation, 
 Vainly with gifts would his favour secure : 
 
 Richer by far is the heart's adoration, 
 
 Dearer to God are the prayers c-f the poor ! 
 
 5 Brightest and best of the sons of the morn- 
 
 ing, 
 Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid ! 
 Star of the East, the horizon adorning, 
 Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid ! 
 
 QQ L. M. H. KIRKE WHITE, 
 
 Av Star of Bethlehem. 
 
 WHEN, marshall'd on the nightly plain, 
 The glittering host bestud the sky, 
 One star alone of all the train 
 
 Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. 
 Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks, 
 
 Prom every host, from every gem : 
 But one alone the Saviour speaks, 
 It is the Star of Bethlehem. 
 
 2 Once on the raging seas I rode, 
 
 The storm was loud, the night was dark, 
 The ocean yawn'd, and rudely blow'd 
 
 The wind that toss'd my foundering bark, 
 Deep horror then my vitals froze : 
 
 Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem; 
 When suddenly a star arose, 
 
 It was the Star of Bethlehem. 
 
MEDIATION OF CHRIST. 27 
 
 3 It was my guide, my light, my all : 
 
 It bade my dark foreboding cease; 
 And, through the storm and danger's thrall, 
 
 It led me to the port of peace. 
 Now, safely moor'd, my perils o'er, 
 
 I'll sing, first in night's diadem, 
 For ever, and for evermore,' 
 
 The Star !— the Star of Bethlehem ! 
 
 Ol) The Humiliation of Chrut. 
 
 CHRIST is merciful and mild, 
 He was once a little child : 
 He whom heavenly hosts adore 
 Lived 6n earth among the poor. 
 '2 Every bird can build its nest : 
 Foxes have their place of rest: 
 He, by whom the world was made, 
 Had not where to lay his head. 
 3 He who is the Lord most high, 
 Then was poorer far than I, 
 That I might hereafter be 
 Rich to all eternity. 
 
 L. M. BOWRING. 
 
 The Teaching of Christ. 
 
 HOW sweetly flow'd the gospel sound 
 Frcm lips of gentleness and grace, 
 When listening thousands gather'd round, 
 And joy and gladness fill'd the place ! 
 
 2 From heaven he came, of heaven he spoke, 
 To heaven he led his followers' way : 
 
 Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke, 
 Unvailing an immortal day. 
 
 3 « Come, wanderers, to my Fathers homeu 
 Come, all ye weary ones, and rest:" 
 
 Yes, sacred Teacher, we will come, 
 Obey thee, love thee, and be blest. 
 
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 3C) L. M. WATTS, 
 
 U Exemplary Life of Christ. 
 
 MY dear Redeemer, and my Lord, 
 I read my duty in thy word ; 
 But in thy life the law appears, 
 Drawn out in living characters. 
 
 2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal, 
 Such deference to thy Father's will, 
 Such love, and meekness so divine, 
 
 I would transcribe, and make them mine. 
 
 3 Cold mountains and the midnight air 
 Witness'd the fervour of thy prayer : 
 The desert thy temptations knew, 
 Thy conflict, and thy victory too. 
 
 4 Be thou my pattern : make me bear ' 
 More of thy gracious image here : 
 
 Then God, the Judge, shall own my name, 
 Among the followers of the Lamb. 
 
 SO lis. M. DE FLEURY. 
 
 t) The Garden of Gethsemane. 
 
 GARDEN of Olivet, dear honour'd spot, 
 The fame of thy wonder shall ne'er be 
 
 forgot : 
 The theme most transporting to seraphs abov a : 
 The triumph of sorrow, the triumph of love ! 
 2 Come, saints, and adore him : come, bow at 
 
 his feet ! 
 Oh ! give him the glory, the praise, that is meet : 
 Let joyful hosannas unceasing arise, 
 And join the full chorus that gladdens the ikies. 
 
 B/J S. M. C. WESLEY, 
 
 X " My soul is exceeding sorrowful." 
 THE man of sorrow now 
 Thou dost indeed appear, 
 Beneath my guilty burden bow, 
 And tremble with my fear. 
 
MEDIATION OF CHRIST. 29 
 
 2 Thy pain is my relief, 
 
 And doth my load remove ; 
 For 0, if all thy soul is grief, 
 
 Yet all thy heart is love ! 
 
 8K C. M. S. WESLEY, SEN. 
 
 The Crucifixion. 
 
 BEHOLD the Saviour of mankind 
 Nail'd to the shameful tree ! 
 How vast the love that him inclined 
 To bleed and die for thee ! 
 
 2 Hark, how he groans ! while nature shakes, 
 And earth's strong pillars bend ! 
 
 The temple's vail in sunder breaks, 
 The solid marbles rend. 
 
 3 'Tis done ! the precious ransom's paid ! 
 "Receive my soul !" he cries : 
 
 See where he bows his sacred head ! 
 He bows his head, and dies ! 
 
 4 But soon he'll break death's envious chain, 
 And in full glory shine : 
 
 Lamb of God, was ever pain, 
 Was ever love, like thine ! 
 
 8n C. M. WATTS-. 
 
 D Gal. vi. 14. 
 
 'HEN I survey the wondrous cross 
 On which the Prince of glory died, 
 My richest gain I count but loss, 
 And pour contempt on all my pride. 
 
 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, 
 Save in the death of Christ, my God : 
 
 All the vain things that charm me most, 
 I sacrifice them to his blood. 
 
 3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet; 
 Sorrow and love flow mingled down ! 
 
 Did e'er such ^ove and son-ow meet? 
 Or thorns compose ot. rieh a orovv^ ( 
 
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30 MEDIATION OF CHRIST. 
 
 4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, 
 That were a present far too small : 
 
 Love so amazing, so divine, 
 Demands my soul, my life, my all. 
 
 Q'Y 7.7,7,7,7,7. JANE TAYLOR 
 
 O I Death of Christ. 
 
 LO, at noon 'tis sudden night ! 
 Darkness covers all the sky! 
 Rocks are rending at the sight! 
 
 Children, can you tell me why ? 
 What can all these wonders be ? 
 Jesus dies on Calvary ! 
 
 2 NaiFd upon the cross, behold 
 How his tender limbs are torn ! 
 
 For a royai crown of gold 
 
 They have made him one of thorn : 
 Cruel hands, that dare to bind 
 Thorns upon a brow so kind ! 
 
 3 See ! the blood is falling fast 
 From his forehead and his side : 
 
 Hark ! he now has breathed his last : 
 
 With a mighty groan he died : 
 Children, shall I tell you why 
 Jesus condescends to die ? 
 
 4 He, who was a King above, 
 Left his kingdom for a grave, 
 
 Oivt of pity and of love, 
 
 That the guilty he might save : 
 Down to this sad world he flew, 
 For such little ones as you. 
 
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 O It is finished. 
 
 HARK ! the voice of love and mercy 
 Sounds aloud from Calvary ! 
 See, it rends the rocks asunder, 
 
 Shakes the earth, and vails the sky I 
 
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 It is finish'd!— 
 Hear the dying Saviour cry! 
 
 2 It is finish'd !— what pleasure 
 Do these charming words afford ! 
 
 Heavenly blessings, without measure, 
 Flow to us from Christ the Lord. 
 
 It is finish'd !— 
 Saints, the dying words record. 
 
 3 Finish'd all the types and shadows 
 Of the ceremonial law ! 
 
 Finish'd all that God had promised: 
 Death and hell no more shall awe. 
 
 It is finish'd ! — 
 Saints, from hence your comfort draw. 
 
 4 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs, 
 Join to sing the pleasing theme : 
 
 All in earth, and all in heaven, 
 Join to praise Immanuel's name. 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 Glory to the bleeding Lamb ! 
 
 3 A S. M. WATTS, 
 
 t/ The Atoning Sacrifice. 
 
 NOT all the blood of beasts, 
 On Jewish altars slain. 
 Could give the guilty conscience peace, 
 Or wash away the stain. 
 
 2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb, 
 Takes all our sins away : 
 
 A sacrifice of nobler name 
 And richer blood than they. 
 
 3 My faith would lay her hand 
 On that dear head of thine,— 
 
 While like a penitent I stand, 
 And there confess my sin. 
 
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 A() 6,6,6,6,8,8. cow: 
 
 ±\J The Great Antitype. 
 
 ISRAEL, in ancient days, 
 Not only had a view 
 Of Sinai in a blaze, 
 
 But learn'd the gospel too : 
 The types and figures were a glass 
 In which they saw the Saviour's face. 
 
 2 The paschal sacrifice, 
 
 And blood-besprinkled door, — 
 Seen with enlighten'd eyes, 
 
 And once applied with power, 
 Would teach the need of other blood, 
 To reconcile the world to God. 
 
 3 The lamb, the dove, set forth 
 His perfect innocence, 
 
 Whose blood of matchless worth 
 Should be the soul's defence : 
 For he who can for sin atone 
 Must have no failings of his own. 
 4- The scape-goat, on his head, 
 
 The people's trespass borej 
 And to the desert led, 
 Was to be seen no more : 
 In him our Surety seem'd to say, 
 u Behold, I bear your sins away." 
 
 5 Dipp'd in his fellow's blood, 
 The living bird went free : 
 
 The type, well understood, 
 Express'd the sinner's plea — 
 Described a guilty soul enlarged, 
 And, by a Saviour's death, discharged 
 
 6 Jesus, I love to trace, 
 Throughout the sacred page, 
 
 The footsteps of thy grace, 
 The same in every age ! 
 grant that I may faithful be 
 To clearer light vouchsafed to me ! 
 
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 Hoch of Ages. 
 
 ROCK of ages, cleft for me, 
 Let me hide myself in thee; 
 Let the water and the blood, 
 From thy wounded side which flow'd, 
 Be of sin the double cure, 
 Save from wrath and make me pure. 
 
 2 Could my tears for ever flow, 
 Could my zeal no languor know, 
 These for sin could not atone : 
 Thou must save, and thou alone : 
 In my hand no price I bring, 
 Simply to thy cross I cling. 
 
 3 While I draw this fleeting breath, 
 When my eyes shall close in death, 
 When I rise to worlds unknown, 
 And behold thee on thy throne, 
 Rock of ages, cleft for me, 
 
 Let me hide myself in thee. 
 
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 /$ The Fountain. 
 
 THERE is a fountain fill'd with blood, 
 Drawn from Immanuel's veins : 
 And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, 
 Lose all their guilty stains. 
 
 2 The dying thief rejoiced to see 
 That fountain in his day ; 
 
 And there may I, though vile as he, 
 Wash all my sins away. 
 
 3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood 
 'Shall never lose its power, 
 
 Till all the ransom'd church of God 
 Be saved to sin no more. 
 
 4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the streaia 
 Thy flowing wounds supply, 
 
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 34 MEDIATION OP CHRIST. 
 
 Redeeming love has been my theme, ■ 
 
 And shall be till I die. 
 5 Then, in a nobler, sweeter song, 
 
 I'll sing thy power to save, 
 When this poor lisping, stammoring tongue 
 
 Lies silent in the grave. 
 
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 The Fountain. 
 
 CALL'D from above, I rise, 
 And wash away my sin : 
 The stream to which my spirit flies 
 Can make the foulest clean. 
 
 2 It runs divinely clear, 
 
 A fountain deep and wide : 
 'Twas open'd by the soldier's spear 
 
 In my Redeemer's side ! 
 
 A A C. M. S. WESLEY, JUR 
 
 tl Resurrection of Christ. 
 
 THE Lord of Sabbath let us praise, 
 In concert with the blest, 
 Who, joyful, in harmonious lays, 
 Employ an endless rest. 
 
 2 Thus, Lord, while we remember thee 
 We bless'd and pious grow : 
 
 13y hymns of praise we learn to be 
 Triumphant here below. 
 
 3 On this glad day a brighter scene 
 Of glory was display'd, 
 
 By God, th' eternal Word, than when 
 This universe was made. 
 
 4 He rises, who mankind has bought 
 With grief and pain extreme : 
 
 'Twas great to speak the world from naught! 
 'Twas greater to redeem. 
 
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 AK 6,6,6,6,8,8. DODDRiPfije 
 
 *"kO JResur rection of Christ. 
 
 YES ! the Reedemer rose, 
 The Saviour left the dead ; 
 And o'er our hellish foes 
 
 High raised his conquering head : 
 In wild dismay, The guards around 
 Fall to the ground, And sink away. 
 
 2 Lo ! the angelic hands 
 In full assembly meet, 
 
 To wait his high commands, 
 And worship at his feet : 
 Joyful they come, And wing their way,. 
 From realms of day, To Jesus' tomb. 
 
 3 Then back to heaven they fly, 
 The joyful news to bear : 
 
 Hark ! as they soar on high, 
 What music fills the air ! 
 Their anthems say, "Jesus, who bled, 
 Has left the dead: He rose to-day." 
 
 4 Ye mortals, catch the sound, 
 Redeem'd by Him from hell : 
 
 And send the echo round 
 
 The globe, on which you dwell : 
 Transported cry, "Jesus, who bled. 
 Has Jeft the dead, No more to die." 
 
 5 All hail, triumphant Lord, 
 Who sav'st us with thy blood ! 
 
 Wide be thy name adored, 
 Thou rising, reigning God : 
 With thee we rise, With thee we reiga. 
 And empires gain, Beyond the skies, 
 
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 Resurrection of Christ. 
 [ING- praise : the tomb is void 
 Where the Redeemer lay ! 
 
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36 MEDIATION OF CHRISTL 
 
 Sing of our bonds destroy'd. 
 Our darkness turn'd to day ! 
 
 2 Weep for your dead no more : 
 Friends, be of joyful cbeer ! 
 
 Our star moves on before, 
 
 Our narrow patb sbines clear. 
 
 3 He who so patiently 
 
 The crown of thorns did wear- 
 He hath gone up on high : 
 Our hope is with him there. 
 
 4 Now is his truth reveal' d, 
 His majesty and might : 
 
 The grave has been unseal'd — 
 Christ is our life and light. 
 
 5 He who for men did weep, 
 Suffer, and bleed, and die — 
 
 First-fruits of them that sleep — 
 Christ has gone up on high. 
 
 6 His victory hath destroy'd 
 
 The shafts that once could slay : 
 Sing praise ! the tomb is void 
 Where the Redeemer lay. 
 
 A '■ 1 L. M. WATT& 
 
 JL I Christ dying, rising, reigning. 
 
 HE dies ! the Friend of sinners dies ! 
 Lo ! Salem's daughters weep around: 
 A solemn darkness vails the skies : 
 
 A sudden trembling shakes the ground: 
 Come, saints, and drop a tear or two, 
 
 For Him who groan'd beneath your load ? 
 He shed a thousand drops for you, 
 
 A thousand drops of richest blood. 
 2 Here's love and grief beyond degree, 
 
 The Lord of glory dies for men ! 
 But lo ! what sudden joys we see ! 
 
 Jesus, the dead, revives again ! 
 
MEDIATION OF CHRIST. 37 
 
 The rising God foi*sakes the tomb : 
 
 Up to his Father's courts he flies : 
 Cherubic legions guard him home, 
 
 And shout him welcome to the skies ! 
 Si Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell 
 
 How high your great Deliverer reigns : 
 Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell, 
 
 And lei the monster death in chains! 
 Say, " Live for ever, wondrous King ! 
 
 Born to redeem, and strong to save !" 
 Then ask the monster, "Where's thy sting?" 
 
 And, "Where's thy victory, boasting grave?" 
 
 A Q L. M. C. WESLET, 
 
 xO Ascension of Christ. Psalmxxiv.'I-lQ. 
 
 OUR Lord is risen from the dead : 
 Our Jesus is gone up on high ! 
 The powers of hell are captive led, 
 Dragg'd to the portals of the sky. 
 There his triumphal chariot waits, 
 
 And angels chant the solemn lay : 
 Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates,. 
 Ye everlasting doors, give way. 
 
 2 Loose all your bars of massy light, 
 And wide unfold th' ethereal scene . 
 
 He claims these mansions as his right — 
 
 Receive the King of glory in. 
 Who is the King of glory ? Who ? 
 
 The Lord that all our foes o'ercame — 
 The world, sin, death, and hell, o'erthrew— 
 
 And Jesus is the conqueror's name. 
 
 3 Lo ! his triumphant chariot waits, 
 And angels chant the solemn lay : 
 
 Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates : 
 
 Ye everlasting doors, give way. 
 Who is the King of glory ? Wno ? 
 
 The Lord, of glorious power oossess'.d — 
 
38 MEDIATION OF CHRIST. 
 
 The King of saints and angels too, 
 G ,-od over all, for ever bless'd. 
 
 ^j Q 8,7. B AXE WE LX. 
 
 J-t/ Priesthood of Christ. 
 
 HAIL ! thou once despised Jesus, 
 Hail, thou Galilean King ! 
 Thou didst suffer to release us, 
 
 Thou didst free salvation bring. 
 Hail, thou agonizing Saviour, 
 
 Bearer of our sin and shame ! 
 By thy merits we find favour : 
 
 Life is given through thy name. 
 2 Paschal Lamb, by God appointed, 
 
 All our sins on thee were laid : 
 By almighty love anointed, 
 
 Thou hast full atonement made : 
 All thy people are forgiven, 
 
 Through the virtue of thy blood 
 Open'd is the gate of heaven, 
 
 Peace is made 'twixt man and God. 
 .3 Jesus, hail ! enthroned in glory, 
 
 There for ever to abide ! 
 All the heavenly hosts adore thee, 
 
 Seated at thy Father's side : 
 There for sinners thou art pleading, 
 
 There thou dost our place prepare: 
 Ever for us interceding, 
 
 Till in glory we appear. 
 4 "Worship, honour, power, and blesping, 
 
 Thou art worthy to receive : 
 Loudest praises, without ceasing, 
 
 Meet it is for us to give : 
 Help, ye bright angelic spirits, 
 
 Bring your sweetest, noblest lays : 
 Help to sing our Saviour's merits : 
 
 Help, to chant Immanuel's praise. 
 
MEDIATION OF CHRIST. 39 
 
 KC\ C. M. PERRONET. 
 
 *)\J Coronation of Christ. 
 
 ALL hail the power of Jesus' name ! 
 Let angels prostrate fall : 
 Bring forth the royal diadem, 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
 2 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race, — 
 A remnant weak and small, — 
 
 Hail him, who saves you by hia grace, 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
 3 Ye Gentile sinners, ne'er forget 
 The wormwood and the gall : 
 
 Go, spread your trophies at his feet, 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
 4 Let every kindred, every tribe, 
 On this terrestrial ball, 
 
 To him all majesty ascribe, 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
 5 that, with yonder sacred throng, 
 We at his feet may fall ! 
 
 We'll join the everlasting song, 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 K 1 8,6,S,G,S,S. kelly. 
 
 O 1 Christ enthroned and worshipped. 
 
 HARK ! ten thousand harps and voices 
 Sound the note of praise above: 
 Jesus reigns, and heaven rejoices: 
 
 Jesus reigns, the .God of love : 
 See, he sits on yonder throne : 
 Jesus rules the world alone. 
 2 Jesus, hail! whose glory brightens 
 
 All above, and gives it worth : 
 Lord of life, thy smile enlightens. 
 
 Cheers, and charms thy saints on earth; 
 When we think of love like thine, 
 Lord, we own it love divine. 
 
40 MEDIATION OF CHRIST. 
 
 3 Saviour, hasten thine appearing : 
 Bring, bring the glorious day, 
 
 When, the awful summons hearing, 
 Heaven and earth shall pass away : 
 
 Then, with golden harps, we'll sing, 
 
 " Glory, glory to our King !" 
 
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 0/6 King of Saints. 
 
 COME, ye that love the Saviour's name, 
 And joy to make it known, 
 The sovereign of your hearts proclaim, 
 And bow before his throne. 
 
 2 Behold your King, your Saviour, crown'd 
 With glories all divine ! 
 
 And tell the wondering nations round, 
 How bright those glories shine. 
 
 3 When in his earthly courts we view 
 The glories of our King, 
 
 We long to love as angels do, 
 And wish like them to sing. 
 
 4 happy period ! glorious day ! 
 When heaven and earth shall raise, 
 
 With all their powers, the raptured lay, 
 To celebrate thy praise. 
 
 50 C. M. GREGG. 
 
 t) Christ attended hy Angels. 
 
 BEYOND the glittering, starry skies, 
 Far as th' eternal hills, 
 Yon heaven of heavens with living light 
 
 Our great Redeemer fills. 
 2 Legions of angels, strong and fair, 
 
 In countless armies shine, 
 And swell his praise with golden harps, 
 Attuned to songs divine* 
 
MEDIATION OF CHRIST. 41* ^ 
 
 3 "Hail, Prince!" they cry, "for ever hail! 
 
 Whose unexampled love 
 Moved thee to quit those glorious realms, 
 
 And royalties above." 
 •4 While he did condescend on earth 
 
 To suffer grief and pain, 
 They cast their honours at his feet, 
 
 And waited in his train. 
 
 5 Through all his travels here below, 
 They did his steps attend, 
 
 Oft wondering how and where at last 
 The mystic scene would end. 
 
 6 They saw his heart, transfix'd with wounds, 
 With love and grief run o'er : 
 
 They saw him break the bars of death, 
 Which none e'er brake before. 
 
 7 They brought his chariot from above, 
 To bear him to his throne : 
 
 Clapp'd their triumphant wings and cried, 
 " The glorious work is done !" 
 
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 O^it Second Advent of Christ. 
 
 THE Judge of all shall soon come down, 
 Bright on his everlasting throne, 
 Summon the nations to his bar, ' 
 And I shall take my trial there. 
 2 Jesus, my Advocate with God, 
 wash me in thy precious blood, 
 That, at my last appearing, I 
 With joy may meet thee in the sky. 
 
 K K C. M. WATTS. 
 
 OO Praise for Redemption. 
 
 BLESS'D be the wisdom and the power, 
 The justice and the grace, 
 That join'd in counsel to restore 
 And save our ruin'd race. 
 
A MEDIATION OF CHRIST. 
 
 jss'd be the Lord, that sent his Son 
 6 take our flesh and blood : 
 ja© for our lives gave up his own, 
 To make our peace with God. 
 
 3 Behold him rising from the grave, 
 Behold him raised on high : 
 
 He pleads his merits there to save 
 Transgressors doom'd to die. 
 
 4 Thence shall the Lord to judgment come, 
 And, with a sovereign voice, 
 
 Shall call and break up every tomb, 
 "While waking saints rejoice. 
 
 5 may I then with joy appear 
 Before the Judge's face, 
 
 And with the bless' d assembly there, 
 Sing his redeeming grace. 
 
 K f\ CM. WATT& 
 
 V Salvation. 
 
 SALVATION, the joyful sound ! 
 'Tis pleasure to our ears ; 
 A sovereign balm for every wound, 
 A cordial for our fears. 
 
 2 Buried in sorrow and in sin, 
 At hell's dark door we lay : 
 
 But we arise by grace divine, 
 To see a heavenly day. 
 
 3 Salvation! let the echo fly 
 The spacious earth around, 
 
 While all the armies of the sky 
 Conspire to raise the sound. 
 
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 O I Grace. 
 
 GBACE ! 'tis a charming sound, 
 Harmonious to my ear : 
 • Heaven with the echo shali resound, 
 And all the earth shall hear. 
 
MEDIATION OF CHRIST. 43 
 
 2 Grace first contrived the way 
 To save rebellious man ; 
 
 And all the steps that grace display 
 Which drew the wondrous plan. 
 
 3 Grace taught my wandering feet 
 To tread the heavenly road ; 
 
 And new supplies each hour I meet, 
 While pressing on to God. 
 
 4 Grace all the work shall crown, 
 Through everlasting days : 
 
 It lays in heaven the topmost stone, 
 And well deserves the praise. 
 
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 00 I Jenow that my Redeemer live^h. 
 
 I KNOW that my Redeemer lives : 
 What comfort this sweet sentence gives ! 
 He lives, he lives, who once was dead, 
 He lives my everlasting Head. 
 
 2 He lives triumphant from the grave, 
 He lives eternally to save, 
 
 He lives, and while he lives I'll sing, 
 He lives my Prophet, Priest, and King. 
 
 3 He lives to bless me with his love, 
 He lives to plead for me above, 
 
 He lives my hungry soul to feed, 
 He lives to help in time of need, 
 
 4 He lives and grants me daily breath, 
 He lives and I shall conquer death, 
 He lives my mansion to prepare, 
 
 He lives to bring me safely there. 
 
 5 He lives, all glory to his name ! • 
 He lives my Jesus still the same: 
 
 the sweet joys the sentence gives, 
 
 1 know that my Redeemer lives. 
 
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 £/£/ T/ie Saviour's Praise. 
 
 LET earth and heaven agree, 
 Angels and men be join'd, 
 To celebrate with me 
 
 The Saviour of mankind : 
 T' adore the all-atoning Lamb, 
 And bless the sound of Jesus' name. 
 
 2 Jesus! transporting sound! 
 The joy of earth and heaven: 
 
 No other help is found, 
 No other name is given, 
 By which we can salvation have; 
 But Jesus came the world to save. 
 
 3 Stung by the scorpion, sin, 
 My poor expiring soul 
 
 The balmy sound drinks in, 
 And is -at once made whole : 
 See there my Lord upon the tree! 
 I hear, I feel he died for me. 
 
 4 for a trumpet voice, 
 On all the world to call — 
 
 To bid their hearts rejoice 
 In Him who died for all : 
 For all my Lord was crucified, 
 For all, for all my Saviour died. 
 
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 Praise to the Redeemer. 
 
 MIGHTY God, while angels bless thee, 
 May a mortal lisp thy name ? 
 Lord of men as well as angels, 
 
 Thou art every creature's theme. 
 2 Lord of every land and nation, 
 
 Ancient of eternal days ! 
 Sounded through the wide creation 
 Be thy just and lawful praise. 
 
MEDIATION OF CHRIST. 45 
 
 S For the grandeur of thy nature — ■ 
 Grand beyond a seraph's thought — 
 
 For created works of power, 
 
 Works with skill and kindness wrought: 
 
 4 For thy providence that governs 
 Through thine empire's wide domain : 
 
 Wings an angel — guides a sparrow — 
 Blessed be thy gentle reign. 
 
 5 But thy rich, thy free redemption. 
 Dark through brightness all along! 
 
 Thought is poor, and poor expression: 
 Who dare sing that awful song? 
 
 6 Brightness of the Father's glory, 
 Shall thy praise unutter'd lie? 
 
 Fly, my tongue, such guilty silence, 
 Sing the Lord who came to die. 
 
 7 Did archangels sing thy coming? 
 Did the shepherds learn their lays? 
 
 Shame would cover me, ungrateful, 
 Should my tongue refuse to praise. 
 
 8 From the highest throne in glory, 
 To the cross of deepest wo — 
 
 All to ransom guilty captives ! 
 Flow, my praise, for ever flow. 
 
 9 Go, return, immortal Saviour: 
 Leave thy footstool, take ttiy throne: 
 
 Thence return, and reign for ever: 
 Be the kingdom all thine own. 
 
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 Indebtedness to Christ. 
 
 MAJESTIC sweetness sits enthroned 
 Upon the Saviour's brow : 
 His head with radiant glories crown'd, 
 His lips with grace o'erflow. 
 
46 MEDIATION OF CHRIST. 
 
 2 He saw me plunged in deep distress, 
 And flew to my relief: 
 
 For me he bore the shameful cross, 
 And carried all my grief. 
 
 3 To heaven, the place of his abode, 
 He brings my weary feet, 
 
 Shows me the glories of my God, 
 And makes my joys complete. 
 
 4 Since from his bounty I receive 
 Such proofs of love divine, 
 
 Had I a thousand hearts to give, 
 Lord, they should all be thine. 
 
 OO 8,7. NEWTON, 
 
 \J & Obligations to the Saviour. 
 
 ONE there is, above all others, 
 Well deserves the name of Friend : 
 His is love beyond a brother's, 
 Costly, free, and knows no end. 
 
 2 "Which of all our friends, to save us, 
 Could or would have shed his blood? 
 
 But this Saviour died to have us 
 Reconciled in him to God. 
 
 3 When he lived on earth abased, 
 Friend of sinners was his name : 
 
 Now, above all glory raised, 
 He rejoices in the same. 
 
 4 for gr£ce our hearts to soften ! 
 Teach us, Lord, at length to love : 
 
 We, alas ! forget too often 
 
 What a Friend we have above. 
 
 6Q C. M. DODDRIDGB 
 
 O " He is precious:" 
 
 JESUS, I love thy charming name, 
 'Tis music to my ear : 
 Fain would I sound it out so loud, 
 That earth and heaven should hear. 
 
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 2 Yes, thou art precious to my soul, 
 My transport and my trust : 
 
 Jewels, to thee, are gaudy toys, 
 And gold is sordid dust. 
 
 3 All my capacious powers can wish, 
 In thee doth richly meet; 
 
 Nor to mine eyes is light so dear, 
 Nor friendship half so sweet. 
 
 4 Thy grace still dwells upon my heart, 
 And sheds its fragrance there : 
 
 The noblest balm of all its wounds, 
 The cordial of its care. 
 
 5 I'll speak the honours of thy name 
 With my last, labouring breath : 
 
 Then speechless clasp thee in mine arms, 
 The antidote of death. 
 
 DA C. M. WATTS 
 
 Ul Rev. v. 11-13. 
 
 COME, let us join our cheerful songs 
 With angels round the throne : 
 Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, 
 But all their joys are one. 
 
 2 Worthy the Lamb that died, they cry, 
 To be exalted thus : 
 
 Worthy the Lamb, our hearts reply, 
 For he was slain for us. 
 
 3 Jesus is worthy to receive 
 Honour and power divine ; 
 
 And blessings, more than we can give, 
 Be, Lord, for ever thine. 
 
 4 The whole creation join in one 
 To bless the sacred name 
 
 Of Him that sits upon the throne, 
 And to adore the Lamb. 
 
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 SECT. III.-OEEICES OF THE HOLY GHOST. 
 
 f\ K 8,6,8,4. lyt* 
 
 vi O The Comforter promised. 
 
 OUR bless'd Redeemer, ere he breathed 
 His tender, last farewell, 
 A Guide, a Comforter bequeathed 
 With us to dwell. 
 
 2 He came in tongues of living flame, 
 To teach, convince, subdue : 
 
 All powerful as the wind he came, 
 As viewless too. 
 
 3 He came sweet influence to impart, 
 A gracious, willing guest, 
 
 While he can find one humble heart 
 Wherein to rest. 
 
 4 He breathes that gentle voice we hear, 
 Soft as the breeze of even, 
 
 That checks each fault, that calms each fear, 
 And speaks of heaven. 
 
 5 And every virtue we possess, 
 And every victory won, 
 
 And every thought of holiness, 
 Are his alone. 
 
 6 Spirit of purity and grace, 
 Our weakness, pitying, see : 
 
 make our hearts thy dwelling-place, 
 
 And worthier thee. 
 O r> L. M. WATTS, 
 
 U U Work of the Spirit. 
 
 INTERNAL Spirit, we confess 
 ■i And sing the wonders of thy grace : 
 Thy power conveys our blessings down, 
 From God, the Father and the Son. 
 2 Enlighten'd by thy heavenly ray, 
 Our shades and darkness turn to day : 
 
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 Thine inward teachings make us know 
 Our danger, and our refuge too. 
 
 3 Thy power and glory work within, 
 And break the chains of reigning sin; 
 Do our imperious lusts subdue, 
 
 And form our wretched hearts anew. 
 
 4 The troubled conscience knows thy voice : 
 Thy cheering words awake our joys: 
 
 Thy words allay the stormy wind, 
 And calm the surges of the mind. 
 
 Drf L. M. Bitowire. 
 
 U I Work of the Spirit. 
 
 COME, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove, 
 With light and comfort from above : 
 Be thou our guardian — thou our guide I 
 O'er every thought and step preside. 
 
 2 To us the light of truth display, 
 
 And make' us know and choose thy way : 
 Plant holy fear in every heart, 
 That we from God may ne'er depart. 
 
 3 Lead us to holiness — the road 
 Which we must take to dwell with God : 
 Lead us to Christ — the living way; 
 Nor let us from his pastures stray. 
 
 4 Lead us to God — our final rest, 
 To be with him for ever blest : 
 
 Lead us to heaven, its bliss to share — 
 
 Fulness of joy for ever there. 
 DO C. M. c. WF-SLEf, 
 
 \)Q The Interpreter. 
 
 COME, Holy Ghost, our hearts inspire, 
 Let us thine influence prove, 
 Source of the old prophetic fire, 
 
 Fountain of light and love. 
 2 Come, Holy Ghost — for, moved by thee, 
 The prophets wrote and spoke — 
 
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 Unlock the truth, thyself the key, 
 Unseal the sacred book. 
 
 3 Expand thy -wings, celestial Dove, 
 Brood o'er our nature's night : 
 
 On our disorder'd spirits move, 
 And let there now be light. 
 
 4 God, through himself, we then shall knoi 
 If thou within us shine ; 
 
 And sound, with all thy saints below, 
 The depths of love divine. 
 
 O Q S. M. C. WESLE 
 
 \)U Spirit of Faith. 
 
 SPIRIT of faith, come down, 
 Reveal the things of God ; 
 And make to us the Godhead known, 
 
 And witness with the blood: 
 'Tis thine the blood t' apply, 
 
 And give us eyes to see : 
 
 Who did for every sinner die, 
 
 Hath surely died for me. 
 
 2 No man can truly say 
 That Jesus is the Lord, 
 
 Unless thou take the vail away, 
 And breathe the living word: 
 
 Then, only then, we feel 
 Our interest in his blood ; 
 
 And cry, with joy unspeakable, 
 " Thou art my Lord, my God !" * 
 
 3 Inspire the living faith, 
 Which whosoe'er receives, 
 
 The witness in himself he hath, 
 And consciously believes — 
 
 The faith that conquers all, 
 And doth the mountain move, 
 
 And saves whoe'er on Jesus call, 
 And perfects them in love. 
 
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 ryn c. m. watts. 
 
 i U Witness and Seal of the Spirit. 
 
 WHY should the children of a King 
 Go mourning all their days? 
 Great Comforter, descend, and bring 
 The tokens of thy grace. 
 
 2 Dost thou not dwell in all thy saints, 
 And seal the heirs of heaven ? 
 
 When wilt thou banish my complaints, 
 And show my sins forgiven? 
 
 3 Assure my conscience of her part 
 In the Redeemer's blood, 
 
 And bear thy witness with my heart, 
 That I am born of God. 
 
 4 Thou art the earnest of his love, 
 The pledge of joys to come : , 
 
 May thy bless'd wings, celestial Dove, 
 Safely convey me home ! 
 
 fVI C. M. EEDDOME. 
 
 I 1 The Spirit ■invoked. 
 
 CELESTIAL Dove, Come from above 
 And guide me in thy ways : 
 My heart prepare For solemn prayer, 
 And tune my lips to praise. 
 
 2 Open mine eyes, And make me wise 
 My interest to discern : 
 
 From every sin, Without, within, 
 Incline my heart to turn. 
 
 3 Fly to my aid When I'm afraid 
 Or plunged in deep distress : 
 
 My foes subdue, And bring me through 
 This howling wilderness. 
 
 lYO S. M. BEDDOMK. 
 
 « U The Sjiirit's Influences sought. 
 
 COME, Holy Spirit, come, 
 With energy divine, 
 
THE HOLT? GHOST. 
 
 And on this poor, benighted soul 
 With beams of mercy shine. 
 
 2 melt this frozen heart, 
 This stubborn will subdue: 
 
 Each evil passion overcome, 
 And form me all anew. 
 
 3 The profit will be mine, 
 
 But thine shall be the praise ; 
 And unto thee will I devote 
 The remnant of my days. 
 
 r O C. M. WATTS 
 
 ZJ The Spiritfs Quickem'ngs implored. 
 
 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 below, 
 Fond of these earthly toys : 
 
 Our souls, how heavily they go, 
 To reach eternal joys ! 
 
 3 In vain we tune our formal songs, 
 In vain we strive to rise : 
 
 Hosannas languish on our tongues, 
 And our devotion dies. 
 
 4 And shall we, then, for ever live 
 At this poor dying rate? 
 
 Our love so faint, so cold to thee, 
 And thine to us so great ? 
 
 5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, 
 With all thy quickening powers, 
 
 Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, 
 And that shall kindle ours. 
 
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 SECT. IV.-INSTITUTIONS OF CHRISTIANITY. 
 
 T/J 6,6,6,6,8,8. watts. 
 
 I The Church.— Psalm Ixxxiv. 
 LORD of the worlds above, 
 How pleasant and how fair 
 The dwellings of thy love, 
 Thine earthly temples are ! 
 To thine abode My heart aspires, 
 With warm desires To see my God. 
 
 2 happy souls that pray 
 Where God appoints to hear ! 
 
 happy men that pay 
 
 Their constant service there ! 
 They praise thee still ; And happy they 
 That love the way To Zion's hill. 
 
 3 They go from strength to strength, 
 Through this dark vale of tears, 
 
 Till each arrives at length, 
 Till each in heaven appears : 
 glorious seat, When God our King 
 Shall thither bring Our willing feet ! 
 
 4 To spend one sacred day 
 Where God and saints abide, 
 
 Affords diviner joy 
 
 Than thousand days beside : 
 Where God resorts, I love it more 
 To keep the door Than shine in courts. 
 
 ri £ L. M. WATTS, 
 
 Psalm xcii. 12-15. 
 
 LORD, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand 
 In gardens planted by thy hand: 
 Let me within thy courts be seen, 
 Like a young cedar, fresh and green. 
 2 There grow thy saints in faith and love, 
 Bless'd with thine influence from above : 
 
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 Not Lebanon, with all its trees, 
 Yields such a comely sight as these, 
 3 Laden with fruits of age, they show 
 The Lord is holy, just, and true: 
 None that attend his gates shall find 
 A God unfaithful or unkind. 
 
 FT O S. M. MONTGOMERY 
 
 i U Psalm cxxii. 
 
 GLAD was my heart to hear 
 My old companions say, 
 Come, in the house of God appear, 
 For 'tis a holy day. 
 
 2 Our willing feet shall stand 
 Within the temple door, 
 
 While young and old, in many a band ? 
 Shall throng the sacred floor. 
 
 3 Thither the tribes repair, 
 Where all are wont to meet, 
 
 And joyful, in the house of prayer, 
 Bend at the mercy-seat. 
 
 4 Pray for Jerusalem, 
 The city of our God : 
 
 The Lord from heaven be kind to thena 
 That love the dear abode. 
 
 5 Within these walls may peace 
 And harmonjr be found ! 
 
 Zion, in all thy palaces, 
 Prosperity abound ! 
 
 6 For friends and brethren dear, 
 Our prayer shall never cease : 
 
 Oft as they meet for worship here, 
 God send his people peace ! 
 
 ryry s. m. dwigbt. 
 
 I • Psalm cxxxvii. 5, 6. 
 
 I LOVE thy kingdom, Lord, 
 The house, of thine abode, 
 
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 The church our hless'd Redeemer bought 
 With his own precious blood. . 
 
 2 I love thy church, God ! 
 Her walls before thee stand 
 
 Dear as the apple of thine eye, 
 And graven on thy hand. 
 
 3 For her my tears shall fall, 
 For her my prayers ascend : 
 
 To her my cares and toils be 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. 
 
 FYO 7s. MONTGOMERT 
 
 I O Joining the Church. 
 
 PEOPLE of the living God, 
 I have sought the world around, 
 Paths of sin and sorrow trod, 
 
 Peace and comfort nowhere found: 
 Now to you my spirit turns — 
 
 Turns, a fugitive unblest : 
 Brethren, where your altar burns, 
 ! receive me into rest. 
 
 2 Lonely I no longer roam, 
 
 Like the cloud, the wind, the wave : 
 Where you dwell shall be nry home, 
 
 Where you die shall be my grave: 
 Mine the God whom you adore, 
 
 Your Redeemer shall be mine : 
 Earth can fill my soul no more, 
 
 Every idol I resign. 
 
 3 Tell me not of gain or loss, 
 Ease, enjoyment, pomp, or power: 
 
 Welcome poverty and cross, 
 
 Shame, reproach, affliction's hour : 
 
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 " Follow me :" I know thy voice : 
 
 Jesus, Lord, thy steps I see : 
 Now I take thy yoke by choice, 
 
 Light thy burden now to me. 
 
 tj(\ C. M. C. WESLEY 
 
 i O "Ye are come unto Mount Sion." 
 
 HAPPY the souls to Jesus join'd, 
 And saved by grace alone ; 
 Walking in all his ways, they find 
 Their heaven on earth begun. 
 
 2 The church triumphant in thy love, 
 Their mighty joys we know : 
 
 They sing the Lamb in hymns above, 
 And we in hymns below. 
 
 3 Thee, in thy glorious realm, they praise, 
 And bow before thy throne : 
 
 "We, in the kingdom of thy grace : 
 The kingdoms are but one. 
 
 4 The holy to the holiest leads : 
 From thence our spirits rise : 
 
 And he that in thy statutes treads 
 Shall meet thee in the skies. 
 
 OH C. M. c. WESLEY. 
 
 QU Safety in Union. 
 
 JESUS, great Shepherd of the sheep, 
 To thee for help we. fly : 
 Thy little flock in safety keep ! 
 For 0, the wolf is nigh ! 
 
 2 He comes, of hellish malice full, 
 To scatter, tear, and slay : 
 
 He seizes every straggling soul 
 As his own lawful prey. 
 
 3 Us into thy protection take, 
 And gather with thy arm : 
 
 Unless the fold we first forsake, 
 The wolf can never harm. 
 
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 4 We laugh to scorn his cruel power, 
 While by our Shepherd's side : 
 
 The sheep he never can devour, 
 Unless he first divide. 
 
 5 do not suffer him to part 
 The souls that here agree : 
 
 But make us of one mind and heart, 
 And keep us one in thee ! 
 
 6 Together let us sweetly live, 
 Together let us die ; 
 
 And each a starry crown receive, 
 And reign above the sky. 
 
 Q 1 C. M. C. WESLET, 
 
 01 Mutual Aid. 
 
 HELP us to help each other, Lord, 
 Each other's cross to bear : 
 Let each his friendly aid afford, 
 
 And feel his brother's care. 
 2 Help us to build each other up, 
 
 Our little stock improve ; 
 increase our faith, confirm our hope, 
 
 And perfect us in love. 
 G Up into thee, our living Head, 
 
 Let us in all things grow, 
 Till thou hast made us free indeed, 
 
 And spotless here below. 
 4 Then, when the mighty work is wrought, 
 
 Receive thy ready bride : 
 Give us in heaven a happy lot 
 
 With all the sanctified. 
 
 8Q S. M. WATT& 
 
 U The Ministry.— Isaiah lii. 7-10. 
 HOW beauteous are their feet 
 Who stand on Zion's hill : 
 Who bring salvation on their tongues 
 And words of peace reveal! 
 
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 2 How charming is their voice ! 
 How sweet the tidings are ! 
 
 "Zion, behold thy Saviour King: 
 He reigns and triumphs here V 
 
 3 How happy are our ears 
 That hear this joyful sound, 
 
 "Which kings and prophets waited for, 
 And sought, but never found ! 
 
 4 How blessed are our eyes 
 That see this heavenly light ! 
 
 Prophets and kings desired it long, • 
 But died without the sight. 
 
 5 The watchmen join their voice, 
 And tuneful notes employ : 
 
 Jerusalem breaks forth in songs, 
 And deserts learn the joy. 
 
 6 The Lord mokes bare his arm 
 Through all the earth abroad : 
 
 Let every nation now behold 
 Their Saviour and their God. 
 OQ L. M. BEDDCMB, 
 
 Ot) Prayer for Minister.*. 
 
 FATHER of mercies, bow thine ear, 
 Attentive to our earnest prayer : 
 We plead for those who plead for thee : 
 Successful pleaders may they be ! 
 
 2 How great their work ! how vast their charge ! 
 Do thou their anxious souls enlarge : 
 
 Their best endowments are our gain : 
 We share the blessings they obtain. 
 
 3 Teach them to sow the precious seed: 
 Teach them thy chosen flock to feed : 
 Teach them immortal souls to gain, — 
 And thus reward their toil and pain. 
 
 4 Let thronging multitudes around 
 Hear from their lips the joyful sound, 
 
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 In humble strains thy grace implore, 
 And feel thy Spirit's living power. 
 
 OA S. M. _ C. WESLEY. 
 
 Ol For an Increase of Ministers. 
 
 LORD of the harvest, hear 
 Thy needy servants' cry : 
 Answer our faith's effectual prayer, 
 And all our wants supply. 
 
 2 On thee we humbly wait, 
 Our wants are in thy view : 
 
 The harvest, truly, Lord, is great, 
 The labourers are few. 
 
 3 Convert, and send forth more 
 Into thy church abroad, 
 
 And let them speak thy word of power, 
 As workers with their God. 
 
 4 let them spread thy name, 
 Their mission fully prove : 
 
 Thy universal grace proclaim, 
 Thine all-redeeming love ! 
 
 Q ^ C. M. C. WESLEY 
 
 The Minister's Theme. 
 
 JESUS, the name high over all, 
 In hell, or earth, or sky ! 
 Angels and men before it fall, 
 And devils fear and fly. 
 
 2 Jesus, the name to sinners dear, 
 The name to sinners given ! 
 
 It scatters all their guilty fear : 
 It turns their hell to heaven. 
 
 3 Jesus the prisoners' fetters breaks, 
 And bruises Satan's head : 
 
 Power into strengthless souls it speaks, 
 And life into the dead. 
 
 4 that the world might taste and see 
 The riches of his grace ! 
 
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 The arms of love that compass me, 
 Would all mankind embrace ! 
 
 5 His only righteousness I show, 
 His saving truth proclaim : 
 
 'Tis all my business here below 
 To cry, " Behold the Lamb !" 
 
 6 Happy, if with my latest breath 
 I may but gasp his name, 
 
 Preach him to all, and cry in death, 
 " Behold, behold the Lamb I" 
 
 8 ft L. M. WAT 
 
 U Baptism. 
 
 JT1VAS the commission of our Lord, 
 
 -L "Go, teach the nations, and baptize:' 1 
 The nations have received the word 
 Since he ascended to the skies. 
 
 2 " Repent, and' be baptized," he saith, 
 "For the remission of your sins;" 
 
 And thus our sense assists our faith, 
 And shows us what his gospel means. 
 
 3 Our souls he washes in his blood, 
 As water makes the body clean; 
 
 And the good Spirit from our God 
 Descends, like purifying rain. 
 
 4 Thus we engage ourselves to thee, 
 And seal our covenant with the Lord : 
 
 may the great Eternal Three 
 In heaven our solemn vows record ! 
 
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 C. M. WATT3. 
 
 Children embraced in the Covenant. 
 
 HOW large the promise, how divine, 
 To Abrah'm and his seed ! 
 "I am a God to thee and thine, 
 Supplying all their need." 
 
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 2 The words of his extensive love 
 From age to age endure : 
 
 The angel of the covenant proves 
 And seals the blessing sure. 
 
 3 Jesus the ancient faith confirms, 
 To our great father given : 
 
 He takes our children to his arms, 
 And calls them heirs of heaven. 
 
 4 God, how faithful are thy ways ! 
 Thy love endures the same ; 
 
 Nor from the promise of thy grace 
 Blots out our children's name. 
 00 L. M. WATTh 
 
 UO Seal of the Abrahamic Covenant. 
 
 THUS did the sons of Abrah'm pass 
 Under the bloody seal of grace : 
 The young disciples bore the yoke, 
 Till Christ the painful bondage broke. 
 
 2 By milder ways doth Jesus prove 
 His Father's covenant and his love : 
 He seals to saints his glorious grace, 
 And not forbids their infant race. 
 
 3 Their seed is sprinkled with his blood, 
 Their children set apart for God : 
 
 His Spirit on their offspring shed, 
 Like water pour'd upon the head. 
 
 4 Let every saint, with cheerful voice, 
 In this large covenant rejoice : 
 Young children in their early days 
 Shall give the God of Abrah'm praise; 
 
 Q ' C. M. DODDIUDG& 
 
 OO Mark x. 13-16. 
 
 SEE Israel's gentle Shepherd stand 
 With all-engaging charms : 
 Hark how he calls the tender lambs, 
 And folds them in his arms ! 
 
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 -2 "Permit them to approach," he cries, 
 
 "Nor scorn their humble name : 
 For 'twas to bless such souls as these 
 
 The Lord of angels came." 
 3 "We bring them. Lord, in thankful hands 
 
 And yield them up to thee : 
 Joyful that we ourselves are thine, 
 
 Thine let our offspring be. 
 
 QA C M. WATTS. 
 
 V\J Acts xvi. 15, 33. 
 
 THUS Lydia sanctified her house, 
 When she received the word : 
 Thus the believing jailer gave 
 
 His household to the Lord. 
 2 Thus later saints, eternal King, 
 
 Thine ancient truth embrace : 
 To thee their infant offspring bring, 
 And humbly claim the grace. 
 
 C. M. WATTS. 
 
 Horn. xi. 16, 17. 
 
 GENTILES by nature, we belong 
 To the wild olive-wood : 
 Grace takes us from the barren tree, 
 And grafts us in the good. 
 
 2 With the same blessings, grace endows 
 The Gentile and the Jew : ' 
 
 If pure and holy be the root, 
 Such are the branches too. 
 
 3 Then let the children of the saints 
 Be dedicate to God : 
 
 Pour out thy Spirit on them, Lord, 
 And wash them in thy blood. 
 
 4 Thus to the parents and their seed 
 Shall thy salvation come, 
 
 And numerous households meet at last 
 In one eternal home. 
 
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 r C. M. DODDRIDGE. 
 
 x)h Col. iii. 1, 2. 
 
 BAPTIZED into your Saviour's death, 
 Your souls to sin must die : 
 "With Chris!, your Lord, ye live anew, 
 With Christ ascend on high. 
 
 2 There by his Father's side he sits, 
 Enthroned, divinely fair; 
 
 Yet owns himself your brother still, 
 And your forerunner there. 
 
 3 Rise from these earthly trifles, rise 
 On wings of faith and love : 
 
 Above your choicest treasure lies, 
 And be your hearts above. 
 
 QO 6,6,6,6,S,8. c. Wesley. 
 
 t/O Baptismal Consecration. 
 
 BAPTIZED into thy name, 
 Mysterious One in Three, 
 Our souls and bodies claim 
 A sacrifice to thee : 
 We only live our faith to prove, 
 The faith which works by humble love. 
 
 2 that our light may shine, 
 
 And all our lives express 
 The character divine, 
 The real holiness ! 
 Then, then receive us up V adore 
 The Triune God for evermore. 
 
 Q/J C. M. DODDRIDGE. 
 
 V± The Lord's Supper. 
 
 THE King of heaven his table spreads, 
 And blessings crown the board: 
 Not paradise, with all its joys, 
 Could such delight afford. 
 
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 2 Pardon and peace to dying men 
 And endless life are given, 
 
 Through the rich blood that Jesus shed 
 To raise our souls to heaven. 
 
 3 Millions of souls, in glory now, 
 Were fed and feasted here ; 
 
 And millions more, still on the way, 
 Around the board appear. 
 
 4 All things are ready : come away, 
 Nor weak excuses frame : 
 
 Crowd to your places at the feast, 
 And bless the Founder's name. 
 
 Q K 7s. COJTOEBc 
 
 uO The Lord's Supper. 
 
 BREAD of heaven ! on thee we feed ; 
 For thy flesh is meat indeed : 
 Ever let our souls be fed 
 With this true and living bread ! 
 
 2 Vine of heaven ! thy blood supplies 
 This blest cup of sacrifice : 
 
 Lord ! thy wounds our healing give — 
 To thy cross we look and live. 
 
 3 Day by day with strength supplied 
 Through the life of him who died : 
 Lord of life ! let us be 
 
 Rooted, grafted, built on thee ! 
 QO 9, 8. HEBER, 
 
 uU The Lord's Supper. 
 
 BREAD of the world, in mercy broken ! 
 Wine of the soul, in mercy shed ! 
 By whom the words of life were spoken, 
 
 And in whose death our sins are dead ! 
 2 Look on the heart by sorrow broken — 
 
 Lock on the tears by sinners shed ! 
 And be thy feast to us the token 
 That by thy grace our souls are fed. 
 
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 (XTf L. M. DODDRIDGE, 
 
 V I Eucharistic Yow. 
 
 HAPPY day that fix'd my choice 
 On thee, my Saviour and my God ! 
 Well may this glowing heart rejoice, 
 And tell its raptures all abroad. 
 
 2 happy bond, that seals my vows 
 To Him who merits all my love ! 
 
 Lot cheerful anthems fill his house, 
 While to that sacred shrine I move. 
 
 3 'lis done — the great transaction's done ! 
 
 1 am my Lord's, and he is mine : 
 He drew me, and I follow'd on, 
 
 Charm'd to confess the voice divine. 
 
 4 Now rest, my long-divided heart: 
 Fix'd on this blissful centre, rest: 
 
 With ashes who would grudge to part, 
 When call'd on angels' bread to feast? 
 
 5 High Heaven, that heard the solemn vow, 
 That vow renew'd shall daily hear, 
 
 Till in life's latest hour I bow, 
 
 And bless in death a bond so dear. 
 QQ CM. c. WESLH?. 
 
 VO The Sabbath. 
 
 COME, let us join with one accord 
 In hymns around the throne ! 
 This is the day our rising Lord 
 Hath made and call'd his own. 
 
 2 This is the day which 'God hath blest, 
 The brightest of the seven, 
 
 Type of that everlasting rest 
 The saints enjoy in heaven. 
 
 3 Then let us in his name sing on, 
 And hasten to that day 
 
 When our Redeemer shall come down, 
 And shadows pass away. 
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 4 Not one, but all our days below, 
 
 Let us in hymns employ; 
 And in our Lord rejoicing, go 
 
 To his eternal joy. 
 
 QQ C. M. WAT1 
 
 i) V The Lord' s-day Morning. 
 
 THIS is the day when Christ arose 
 So early from the dead : 
 Why should I keep my eyelids closed, 
 
 And waste my hours in bed ? 
 2 This is the day when Jesus broke 
 
 The powers of death and hell ; 
 And shall I still wear Satan's yoke, 
 
 And love my sins so well ? 
 f> To-day with pleasure Christians meet, 
 
 To pray and hear the word ; 
 And I will go with cheerful feet, 
 
 To learn thy will, Lord. 
 4 I'll leave my sports to read and pray, 
 
 And so prepare for heaven : 
 may I love this blessed day 
 
 The best of all the seven ! 
 
 1 f|f| S. M. WATl 
 
 Sabbath Morning. 
 
 WELCOME, sweet day of rest, 
 That saw the Lord arise : 
 Welcome to this reviving breast, 
 And these rejoicing eyes ! 
 
 2 The King himself comes near, 
 And feasts his saints to-day : 
 
 Here we may sit, and see him here, 
 And love, and praise, and pray. 
 
 3 One day within the place 
 V/hich thou dost, Lord, frequent, 
 
 Is sweeter than ten thousand days 
 In sinful pleasures snent. 
 
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 4 My willing soul would stay 
 
 In such a frame as this, 
 And sit and sing herself away 
 
 To everlasting bliss. 
 
 1 A 1 7s. NEWTON, 
 
 Ul Sabbath Morning. 
 
 SAFELY through another week 
 God has brought us on our way : 
 Let us now a blessing seek, 
 
 Waiting in his courts to-day: 
 Day of all the week the best, 
 Emblem of eternal rest. 
 
 2 While we seek supplies of grace, 
 Through the dear Redeemer's name, 
 
 Show thy reconciling face — 
 
 Take away our sin and shame : 
 From our worldly cares set free, 
 May we rest this day in thee. 
 
 3 Here we come thy name to praise : 
 Let us feel thy presence near: 
 
 May thy glory meet our eyes, 
 
 While we in thy house appear : 
 Here afford us, Lord, a taste 
 Of our everlasting feast. 
 
 4 May the gospel's joyful sound 
 Conquer sinners, comfort saints,- — 
 
 Make the fruits of grace abound, 
 
 Bring relief from all complaints : 
 Thus let all our Sabbaths prove, 
 Till we join the church above. 
 
 1 09 lls - 
 
 l\J/0 Sabbath Morning. 
 
 HOW sweet is the Sabbath, the morning of 
 rest, 
 The day of the week which I surely love best ! 
 The morning my Saviour arose from the tomb, 
 And took from the grave all its terror and gloom. 
 
68 INSTITUTIONS. 
 
 2 let me be thoughtful and prayerful to-da^ 
 And not spend a minute in trifling or play : 
 Remembering these seasons were graciously 
 
 given 
 To teach me to seek, and prepare me for heaven. 
 
 3 In the house of my God, in his presence and 
 
 fear, 
 "When I worship to-day, may it all be sincere: 
 In the school when I learn, may I do it with 
 
 care, 
 And be grateful to those who watch over me 
 
 there. 
 
 4 Instruct me, my Saviour : a child though Ibe, 
 I am not too young to be noticed by thee : 
 Renew all my heart, keep me firm in thy ways : 
 I would love thee, and serve thee, and giva 
 
 thee the praise. 
 
 "J AO L. M. JANE TATLOR, 
 
 1UO Sabbath Morning. 
 
 THIS day belongs to God alone, 
 He chooses Sunday for his own; 
 And we must neither work nor play, 
 Because it is the Sabbath-day. 
 
 2 'Tis well to have one day in seven, 
 That we may learn the way to heaven : 
 Or else we never should have thought 
 About religion as we ought. 
 
 3 Then let us spend it as we should, 
 In serving God and being good; 
 And not forget when Sunday's gone 
 What texts the sermons were upon. 
 
 4 We ought, to-day, to learn and seek 
 What we may think of all the week, 
 And be the better every day, 
 
 For what we hear our teachers say. 
 
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 5 And every Sabbath should be pass'd 
 As if we knew it were our last; 
 For what would dying sinners give 
 To have one Sabbath more to live ! 
 
 1 A \ C. M. WATTSk 
 
 I U X Psalm v. 1-8. 
 
 LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear 
 My voice ascending high : 
 To thee will I direct my prayer, 
 To thee lift up mine eye. 
 
 2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone, 
 To plead for all his saints, 
 
 Presenting at his Father's throne 
 Our songs and our complaints. 
 
 3 Thou art a God, before whose sight 
 The wicked shall not stand : 
 
 Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight, 
 Nor dwell at thy right hand. 
 
 4 But to thy house will I resort, 
 To taste thy mercies there : 
 
 I will frequent thy holy court, 
 And worship in thy fear. 
 
 5 may thy Spirit guide my feet 
 In ways of righteousness, 
 
 Make every path of duty straight, 
 And plain before my face ! 
 
 1A^ L. M. WATT8, 
 
 1 \JO Psalm xcii. 
 
 SWEET is the work, my God, my King, 
 To praise thy name, give thanks, and sing. 
 To show thy love by morning light, 
 And talk of all thy truth by night. 
 
 2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest, 
 
 No mortal cares shall seize my breast: 
 may my heart in tune be found, 
 Like David's harp of solemn sound I 
 
70 INSTITUTIONS. 
 
 3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord, 
 And bless his works, and bless his word : 
 Thy works of grace, how bright they shine I 
 How deep thy counsels ! how divine i 
 
 4 Then I shall share a glorious part 
 When grace hath well refined my heart, 
 And fresh supplies of joy are shed, 
 Like holy oil, to cheer my head. 
 
 5 Then shall I see, and hear, and know, 
 All I desired or wish'd below ; 
 
 And every power find sweet employ 
 In that eternal world of joy. 
 
 I AO C. M. WATT* 
 
 lUO Psalm cxviii. 24. 
 
 THIS is the day the Lord hath made, 
 He calls the hours his own : 
 Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad, 
 And praise surround the throne. 
 
 2 To-day he rose and left the dead. 
 And Satan's empire fell : 
 
 To-day the saints his triumphs spread, 
 And all his wonders tell. 
 
 3 Hosanna to th' anointed King, 
 To David's holy Son : 
 
 Help us, Lord, descend, and bring 
 Salvation from thy throne ! 
 
 ]f\rf C. M. c. wESLfir. 
 
 U I Rev. i. 10. 
 
 MAY I throughout this day of thine 
 Be in thy Spirit, Lord- 
 Spirit of humble fear divine, 
 
 That* trembles at thy word — 
 2 Spirit of faith, my heart to raise, 
 
 And fix on things above — 
 Spirit of sacrifice and praise, 
 Of ii )liness and love. 
 
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 I AQ L. M. WATT& 
 
 UO The Lord's-day Evening. 
 LORD, how delightful 'tis to see 
 A whole assembly worship thee ! 
 At once they sing, at once they pray : . 
 They hear of heaven and learn the way. 
 
 2 I have been there, and still would go : 
 'Tis like a little heaven below ! 
 
 Not all my pleasures, nor my play, 
 Shall tempt me to forget this day. 
 
 3 write upon my memory, Lord, 
 The text and doctrines of thy word : 
 That I may break thy laws no more, 
 But love thee better than before. 
 
 4 V/ith thoughts of Christ and things divine, 
 Fill up this foolish heart of mine : 
 
 That, hoping pardon through his blood, 
 I may lie down and wake with God. 
 
 1 A Q L. M. JANE TAYLOR 
 
 Sabbath Evening. 
 
 WE'VE pass'd another Sabbath day, 
 And heard of Jesus and of heaven: 
 We thank thee for thy word, and pray 
 
 That this day's sins may be forgiven. 
 May all we heard and understood 
 
 Be well remember'd through the week, 
 And help to make us wise and good, 
 More humble, diligent, and meek. 
 
 3 Bless our good minister, we pray, 
 Who loves to see a child attend; 
 
 And let us honour and obey 
 
 The words of such a holy friend. 
 
 4 So when our lives are finish'd here, , 
 And days and Sabbaths shall be o'er, 
 
 May we along with him appear, 
 To serve and love thee evermore. 
 
no 
 
 72 INSTITUTIONS. 
 
 6s. 
 Sabbath Evening. 
 
 THE light of Sabbath eve- 
 Is fading fa.st away : 
 What record will it leave, 
 
 To crown the closing day? 
 Is it a Sabbath spent, 
 
 Of fruitless time destroy'd ? 
 Or have these moments lent, 
 Been sacredly employ'd ? 
 
 2 How dreadful and how drear,. 
 In yon dark world of pain, 
 
 Will Sabbaths lost appear, 
 
 That cannot come again ! 
 Then in that hopeless place 
 
 The wretched soul will say, 
 " I had those hours of grace, 
 
 But cast them all away." 
 
 3 To waste the Sabbath hours, 
 may we never dare : 
 
 Nor taint with thoughts of ours 
 These sacred days of prayer; 
 
 But may our Sabbaths here 
 Inspire our hearts with love ; 
 
 And prove a foretaste clear 
 Of that sweet rest above. 
 
 Ill S. M. MONTGOA1EB?; 
 
 X 1 Sabbath on Earth and in Heaven. 
 THE Sabbath of the Lord, 
 The Sabbath is our day, 
 For then we read and hear God's word, 
 We learn to praise and pray ! 
 
 2 'Ours is the Sunday-school, 
 
 Its lessons may we prize ; 
 And grow by every gospel rule, — 
 
 Unto salvation wise. 
 
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 3 So all our lives below. 
 
 In wisdom's pleasant ways, 
 The fruits of Sunday-schools shall show, 
 The bliss of Sabbath-days. 
 
 4 Lord of the Sabbath, send 
 Prosperity and peace, 
 
 Till tasks and teaching here shall end, 
 Tongues fail, and knowledge cease. 
 
 5 Then heaven itself shall be 
 One Sunday-school above; 
 
 And undisturb'd eternity 
 One Sabbath-day of love. 
 
 11 *) L. M. DODDRIDGH 
 
 ±U The Eternal Sabbath. 
 
 rPHINE earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love; 
 J- But there's a nobler rest above : 
 To that our labouring souls aspire, 
 With ardent pangs of strong desire. 
 
 2 No more fatigue, no more distress ; 
 Nor sin nor hell shall reach the place : 
 No sighs shall mingle with the songs 
 Which warble from immortal tongues. 
 
 3 No rude alarms of raging foes, 
 No cares to break the long repose, 
 No midnight shade, no clouded sun, 
 But sacred, high, eternal noon. 
 
 4 long-expected day, begin, 
 Dawn on these realms of wo and sin: 
 F.ain would we leave this weary road 
 And sleep in death, to rest with God. 
 
74 THE GOSPEL CALL. 
 
 113 
 
 SECT. V.-THE GOSPEL CALL. 
 
 6,6,6,6,8,8. C. TfESLET. 
 
 The Year of Jubilee. 
 
 BLOW ye the trumpet, blow, 
 The gladly solemn sound : 
 Let all the nations know, 
 To earth's re^ 1 ? 'St bound, 
 The year of jubilee is come, 
 Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home. 
 
 2 Jesus, our great High Priest, 
 Hath full atonement made: 
 
 Ye weary spirits, rest, 
 
 Ye mournful souls, be glad : 
 The year of jubilee is come, ' 
 Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home. 
 
 3 Extol the Lamb of God, 
 The all-atoning Lamb : 
 
 Redemption through his blood 
 Throughout the world proclaim : 
 The year of jubilee is come, 
 Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home. 
 
 4 Ye slaves of sin and hell, 
 Your liberty receive, 
 
 And safe in Jesus dwell, 
 And bless'd in Jesus live : 
 The year of jubilee is come, 
 Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home. 
 
 5 Ye who have sold for naught 
 Your heritage above, 
 
 Receive it back unbought, 
 The gift of Jesus' love : 
 The year of Jubilee is come, 
 Return, ye ransom'd sinners, horne* 
 
 6 The gospel trumpet hear, 
 The news of heavenly grace j 
 
THE GOSPEL CALL. ib 
 
 And, saved from earth, appear 
 Before your Saviour's face: 
 The year of jubilee is come, 
 Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home. 
 
 11 /j L. M. c. WESLET 
 
 1 X The Gospel Feast. 
 
 COME, sinners, to the gospel feast, 
 Let every soul be Jesus' guest : 
 Ye need not one be left behind, 
 For God hath bidden all mankind. 
 2 Sent by my Lord, on you I calL 
 The invitation is to all : 
 Come, all the world! come, sinner, thou! 
 All things in Christ are ready now. 
 «S Come, all ye souls by sin opprest, 
 Ye restless wanderers after rest, 
 Ye poor, and maim'd, and halt, and blind, 
 In Christ a hearty welcome find. 
 
 4 My message as from God receive : 
 Ye all may come to Christ and live: 
 
 let his love your hearts constrain, 
 Nor suffer him to die in vain ! 
 
 5 See him set forth before your eyes, 
 That precious, bleeding sacrifice ! 
 His offer'd benefits embrace, 
 
 And freely now be saved by grace ! 
 
 1 1 K C. M. WATTfik 
 
 1 Isaiah lv. 1-3. 
 
 LET every mortal ear attend, 
 And every heart rejoice: 
 The trumpet of the gospel sounds 
 V\ r ith an inviting voice. 
 
 2 Ho ! all ye hungry, starving souls, 
 That feed upon the wind, 
 
 And vainly strive with earthly toya 
 To fill an empty mind : 
 
/O THE GOSPEL CALL. 
 
 3 Eternal Wisdom hath prepared 
 A soul-reviving feast, 
 
 And bids your longing appetites 
 The rich provision taste. 
 
 4 Ho ! ye that pant for living streams, 
 And pine avray and die, 
 
 Here you may quench your raging thirst, 
 With springs that never dry. 
 
 5 Rivers of love and mercy here, 
 In a rich ocean, join : 
 
 Salvation, in abundance, flows 
 Like floods of milk and wine. 
 
 6 The happy gates of gospel grace 
 Stand open night and day: 
 
 Lord, we are come to seek supplies, 
 And drive our wants away. 
 
 1 1 fa 8,7,4. ha* 
 
 1 J- U The Invitation. 
 
 COME, ye sinners, poor and needy, 
 Weak and wounded, sick and sore, 
 Jesus ready stands to save you, 
 Full of pity, love, and power : 
 He is able, 
 He is willing, doubt no more. 
 
 2 Now, ye needy, come and welcome, 
 God's free bounty glorify : 
 
 True belief and true repentance, 
 Every grace that brings you nigh, 
 Without money, 
 Come to Jesus Christ and buy. 
 
 3 Let not conscience make you linger: 
 Nor of fitness fondly dream : 
 
 All the fitness he requireth 
 Is to feel your need of him : 
 
 This he gives you, 
 'Tis the Spirit's glimmering beam. 
 
THE GOSPEL CALL. 77 
 
 4 Come, ye weary, heary laden, 
 Bruised and mangled by the fall, 
 
 If you tarry till you're better, 
 You will never come at all : 
 
 Not the righteous, 
 Sinners, Jesus came to call. 
 
 5 Agonizing in the garden, 
 
 Lo ! your Maker prostrate lies ! 
 On the bloody tree behold him ! 
 Hear him cry before he dies, 
 
 "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 freely : 
 Let no other trust intrude : 
 
 None but Jesus 
 Can do helpless sinners good. 
 
 7 Saints and angels, join'd in concert, 
 Sing the praises of the Lamb, 
 
 While the blissful seats of heaven 
 Sweetly echo with his name : 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 Sinners here may do the same. 
 
 11 Ti 7s. BARBAULB, 
 
 1 i " Come unto me." 
 
 COME ! said Jesus' sacred voice. 
 Come, and make my paths your choica: 
 
 1 will guide you to your home: 
 Weary wanderer, hither come. 
 
 2 Hither come, for here is found 
 Balm that flows for every wound ! 
 Peace that ever shall endure, 
 Rest eternal, sacred, sure. 
 
(0 THE GOSPEL CALL. 
 
 11 Q 12s. THORXBYL 
 
 1 O The voice of free grace. 
 THE voice of free grace cries, " Escape to 
 the mountain \" 
 For Adam's lost race, Christ hath open'd a 
 
 fountain : 
 For sin and uncleanness, and every transgres- 
 sion, 
 His blood flows so freely in streams of salva- 
 tion. 
 Hallelujah to the Lamb, xcho h'as bought us a 
 
 pardon, 
 We'll praise him again, when we fiass over 
 Jordan. 
 
 2 Ye souls that are wounded, to Jesus repair: 
 'N'ow he calls you in mercy — and can you for- 
 bear ? 
 
 Though your sins are increased as high as a 
 
 mountain, 
 His blood can remove them — it flows from the 
 
 fountain. 
 
 3 !\ow Jesus, our King, reigns triumphantly 
 
 glorious, * 
 
 O'er sin, death, and hell, he is more than 
 victorious : 
 
 To him we will join with the great congrega- 
 tion, 
 
 And triumph, ascribing to him our salvation. 
 
 4 With joy shall we stand, when escaped to 
 
 the shore : 
 With hai*ps in our hands, we will praise him 
 
 the more: 
 We'll range the sweet plains on the bank of 
 
 the river, 
 And sing of salvation for ever and ever. 
 
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 THE GOSPEL CALL. 
 
 f,8,7,6,7,6,r,6. newtoh. 
 
 The Great Physician. 
 
 HOW lost was my condition, 
 Till Jesus made me whole! 
 There is but one Physician 
 Can cure a sin-sick soul ! 
 The worst of all diseases 
 
 Is light, compared with sin: 
 On every part it seizes, 
 But rages most within. 
 
 2 From men great skill professing, 
 I thought a cure to gain : 
 
 But this proved more distressing, 
 
 And added to my pain. 
 Some said that nothing aii'd me, 
 
 Some gave me up for lost; 
 Thus everj 7 refuge fail'd me, 
 
 And all my hopes were cross'd. 
 
 3 At length this great Physician — 
 How matchless is his grace ! 
 
 Accepted my petition, 
 
 And undertook my case : 
 Next door to death he found me, 
 
 And snatch'd me from the grave, 
 To tell to all around me 
 
 His wondrous power to save. 
 
 4 A dying, risen Jesus, 
 Seen by the eye of faith, 
 
 At once from danger frees us, 
 And saves the soul from death. 
 
 Come, then, to this Physician, 
 His help he'll freely give: 
 
 He makes no hard condition, 
 'Tis <rnly — look, and live. 
 
80 THE GOSPEL CALL. 
 
 "J OA 8,7. NEWTOK 
 
 MERCY, thou Son of David ! 
 Thus blind B:irtimeus prayed : 
 Others by thy word are saved, 
 Now to me afford thine aid : 
 Many for his crying chid him, 
 
 But he call'd the louder still j 
 Till the gracious Saviour bid him, 
 " Come, and ask me what you will." 
 
 2 Money was not what he wanted, 
 Though by begging used to live; 
 
 But he ask'd and Jesus granted 
 
 Alms which none but he could give : 
 
 " Lord, remove this grievous blindness, 
 Let my eyes behold the day:" 
 
 Straight he saw, and, won by kindness, 
 FollowM Jesus in the way. 
 
 3 methinks I hear him praising, 
 Publishing to all around : 
 
 "Friends, is not my case amazing? 
 What a Saviour I have found ! 
 
 that all the blind but knew him, 
 And would be advised by me ! 
 
 Surely, would they hasten to him, 
 He would cause them all to see." 
 
 mC. M. E. J0NK8, 
 
 Come to Jesus. 
 COME, humble sinner, in whose breast 
 A thousand thoughts revolve — 
 Come, with your guilt and fear opprest, 
 
 A'nd make this last resolve: 
 
 2 I'll go to Jesus, though my sin 
 
 Hath like a mountain rose : 
 
 1 know his courts, I'll enter in, 
 Whatever may oppose. 
 
THE GOSPEL CALL. 8! 
 
 3 Prostrate I'll lie before his throne, 
 And there rny guilt confess: 
 
 I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone, 
 "Without his sovereign grace. 
 
 4 I'll to the gracious King approach, 
 Whose sceptre 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 hut perish if I go, 
 I am resolved to try; 
 
 Tor if I stay away, I know 
 I must for ever die. 
 
 7 But if I die with mercy sought, 
 When I the King have tried, 
 
 This were to die (delightful thought I) 
 As sinner never died. 
 6s. 
 Sinner, come. 
 
 SINNER, come, mid thy gloom, 
 All thy guilt confessing, 
 Trembling now, contrite bow, 
 Take the ofi'er'd blessing. 
 
 2 Sinner, come, while there's room 
 While the feast is waiting — 
 
 While the Lord, by his word, 
 Kindly is inviting. 
 
 3 Sinner, come, lo! the tomb 
 Opens wide before thee! 
 
 See death stand— lift his hand- 
 Waiting to devour thee. 
 
 4 Sinner, come, ere thy doom 
 Shall be seal'd for ever: 
 
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82 THE GOSPEL CALL. 
 
 Now return, grieve and mourn, 
 Flee to Christ the Saviour. 
 
 100 7s. C. WESLET, 
 
 J CitJ The Expostulation. 
 
 SINNERS, turn, why will ye die? 
 God, your Maker, asks you why! 
 God, who did your being give, 
 Made you with himself to live — ■ 
 He the fatal cause demands, 
 Asks the work of his own hands, 
 Why, ye thankless creatures, why 
 Will ye cross his love, and die ? 
 
 2 Sinners, turn, why will ye die ? 
 God, your Saviour, asks you why ! 
 God, who did your souls retrieve, 
 Died himself, that ye might live. 
 Will ye let him die in vain ? 
 Crucifyyour Lord again ? 
 
 Why, ye ransom'd sinners, why 
 Will ye slight his grace, and die ? 
 
 3 Sinners, turn, why will ye die ? 
 God, the Spirit, asks you why ! 
 He who all your lives hath strove, 
 Woo'd you to embrace his love : 
 Will ye not his grace receive? 
 Will ye still refuse to live ? 
 Why, ye long-sought sinners, why 
 Will ye grieve your God, and die? 
 
 1 i)A L. M. GREGG, 
 
 I £) X Revelation iii. 20. 
 
 BEHOLD a stranger at the door! 
 He gently knocks, has knock'd before, 
 Has waited long — is waiting still: 
 You treat no other friend so ill. 
 2 lovely attitude ! He stands 
 With melting heart and bleeding hands: 
 
THE GOSPEL CALL. 83 
 
 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, touch'd 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. 
 
 ~\QZ L - M. COLLYER 
 
 1 &0 "Return unto me." 
 
 RETURN, wanderer, return ! 
 And seek an injured Father's face : 
 Those warm desires that in thee burn 
 Were kindled by reclaiming grace. 
 
 2 Return, wanderer, return, 
 
 And seek a Father's melting heart : 
 His pitying eyes thy grief discern, 
 
 His hand shall heal thine inward smart. 
 
 3 Return, wanderer, return, 
 Thy Saviour bids thy spirit live : 
 
 Go to his bleeding feet, and learn 
 How freely Jesus can forgive. 
 
 4 Return, wanderer, return, 
 And wipe away the falling tear; 
 
 'Tis God who says, "No longer mourn:" 
 'Tis mercy's voice invites thee near. 
 
 1 i)0 11,10. MOORE. 
 
 AwU Come, ye Disconsolate. 
 
 COME, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish, 
 Come, and at God's altar fervently kneel; 
 
84 THE GOSPEL CALL. 
 
 Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell 
 your anguish : 
 Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal. 
 
 2 Joy of the desolate, Light of the straying, 
 Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure, 
 
 Here speaks the Comforter, in God s name 
 saying, 
 Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot cure. 
 
 3 Go, ask the infidel what boon he brings us, — 
 What charm for aching hearts he can reveal, 
 
 Sweet as the heavenly promise hope sings us, 
 Earth has no sorrow that God cannot heal. 
 
 mC. M. WATTS. 
 
 Deceitfulness of Sin. 
 SIX has a thousand treacherous arts 
 To practise on the mind, 
 "With flattering looks she tempts our hearts, 
 But leaves a sting behind. 
 
 2 "With names of virtue she deceives 
 The aged and the j'oung; 
 
 And while the heedless wretch believes, 
 She makes his fetters strong. 
 
 3 She pleads for all the joys she brings, 
 And gives a fair pretence ; 
 
 But cheats the soul of heavenly things, 
 And chains it down to sense. 
 
 4 So, on a tree divinely fair, 
 Grew the forbidden food : 
 
 Our mother took the poison there, 
 And tainted all her blood. 
 
 1b)Q S. M. DODDHIDG* 
 
 1/60 The Warning. 
 
 AND will the Judge descend? 
 And must the dead arise? 
 And not a single soul escape 
 His all-discerning eyes ! — ■ 
 
THE GOSPEL CALL. 85 
 
 2 How will my heart endure 
 The terrors of that day, 
 
 When earth and heaven hefore his face, 
 Astonish'd, shrink away ? 
 
 3 But ere that trumpet shakes 
 The mansions of the dead, 
 
 Hark, from the gospel's gentle voice 
 What joyful tidings spread ! 
 
 4 Ye sinners, seek his grace, 
 Whose wrath ye cannot bear: 
 
 Fly to the shelter of his cross, 
 
 And find salvation there. 
 •TQ 7s. T. SCOT* 
 
 &V " Escape for thy life." 
 
 HASTEN, sinner, to be wise : 
 Stay not for the morrow's sun : 
 Wisdom, if thou still despise, 
 Harder is she to be won. 
 
 2 Hasten, mercy to implore : 
 Stay not for the morrow's sun; 
 
 Lest thy season should be o'er 
 Ere this evening's stage be run. 
 
 3 Hasten, sinner, to'return : 
 Stay not for the morrow's sun ; 
 
 Lest thy lamp should cease to burn 
 Ere salvation's work, is done. 
 
 4 Hasten, sinner, to be blest: 
 Stay not for the morrow's sun ; 
 
 Lest the curse should thee arrest 
 Ere the morrow is begun. 
 
 QA S. M. DODDRIDGE. 
 
 t)\J "Now is the day of salvation." 
 
 TO-MORROW, Lord, is thine, 
 Lodged in thy sovereign hand, 
 And if its sun arise and shine, 
 It shines by thy command. 
 
86 THE GOSPEL CALL. 
 
 2 The present moment flies, 
 And bears our life away : 
 
 ! make thy servants truly wise. 
 That they may live to-day. 
 
 3 Since on this winged hour 
 Eternity is hung, 
 
 Waken by thine almighty power 
 The aged and the young. 
 
 4 One thing demands our care : 
 ! be it still pursued, 
 
 Lest, slighted once, the season fair 
 Should never be renew' d. 
 
 5 To Jesus may we fly, 
 Swift as the morning light, 
 
 Lest life's young golden beam should die 
 In sudden, endless night. 
 
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 6,6,6,6,8,8. HATTlELa, 
 
 Psalm xcv. 
 
 COME, let us gladly sing 
 To God, our Saviour King : 
 "With thanks his presence seek, 
 In psalms his praises speak : 
 He's God most high, let all draw nigh, 
 And crown him Lord of earth and sky. 
 
 2 He gave the mountains birth, 
 He made this spacious earth : 
 His are the sea and land — 
 They rose at his command. 
 
 With reverence ail before him fall, 
 And on his name devoutly call. 
 
 3 Come, kneel before his throne, 
 For he is God alone : 
 
 We are the flock he leads — 
 
 The sheep his bounty feeds : 
 
 To-day — to-day — his voice obey : 
 
 Grieve not the Holy Ghost away. 
 
THE GOSPEL CALL. 87 
 
 J O/O Danger of Delay. 
 
 DELAY not, delay not, sinner, draw near, 
 The waters of life are now flowing for thee : 
 No price is demanded, the Saviour is here, 
 Redemption is purchased, salvation is free. 
 
 2 Delay not, delay not, sinner, to come, 
 For mercy still lingers, and calls thee to-day : 
 
 Her voice is not heard in the vale of the tomb : 
 Her message, unheeded, will soon pass away. 
 
 3 Delay not, delay not: the Spirit of grace, 
 Long grieved and resisted, may take its sad 
 
 flight ; 
 And leave thee in darkness to finish thy race, 
 To sink in the gloom of eternity's night. 
 
 4 Delay not, delay not ; the hour is at hand, 
 The earth shall dissolve, and the heavens 
 
 shall fade, 
 The dead, small and great, in the judgment 
 shall stand : 
 What power then, sinner, shall lend theo 
 its aid ? 
 
 1 QQ 12 > 8 ' 
 
 lDD The Harvest ispast. 
 
 WHEN the harvest is past, and the sum- 
 mer is gone, 
 And sermons and prayers shall be o'er : 
 When tjie beams cease to break of the sweet 
 Sabbath morn, 
 And Jesus invites thee no more : 
 When the rich gales of mercy no longer shall 
 blow, 
 The gospel no message declare : 
 Sinner, how canst thou bear the deep wailingg 
 of wo ! 
 How suffer the night of despair ! 
 
35 THE GOSPEL CALL. 
 
 2 "When the holy have gone to the regions of 
 peace, 
 
 To dwell in the mansions above : 
 When their harmony wakes, in the fulness of 
 bliss, 
 
 Their song to the Saviour they love : 
 Say, sinner, that livest at rest and secure, 
 
 Who fearest no trouble to come, 
 Can thy spirit the swelling of sorrow endure, 
 
 Or bear the impenitent's doom! 
 
 IZ}A L. M. HYDE. 
 
 Djl My Sjiirit shall not always strive. 
 QAY, sinner, hath a voice within 
 O Oft whisper'd to thy secret soul, 
 Urged thee to leave the ways of sin, 
 And yield thy heart to God's control? 
 
 2 Hath something met thee in the path 
 Of worldliness and vanity, 
 
 And pointed to the coming wrath, 
 
 And warn'd thee from that wrath to flee ? 
 
 3 Sinner, it was a heavenly voice, 
 It was the Spirit's gracious call, 
 
 It bade thee make the better choice, 
 And haste to seek in Christ thine all. 
 
 4 Spurn not the call to life and light : 
 Regard in time the warning kind : 
 
 That call thou mayst not always slight, 
 And yet the gate of mercy find. 
 
 5 God's Spirit will not always strive 
 With harden'd, self-destroying man : 
 
 Ye, who persist his love to grieve, 
 May never hear his voice again. 
 
 6 Sinner — perhaps this very day 
 Thy last accepted time may be : 
 
 ! shouldst thou grieve him now away, 
 Then hope may never beam on thee. 
 
PENITENTIAL. 89 
 
 SECT. VI-PENITENTIAI EXERCISES. 
 
 1QX S. M. e. WESLEY, 
 
 t)0 Praying for Repentance, 
 OTHAT I could repent, 
 Wrth all my idols part; 
 And to thy gracious eye present 
 An humble, contrite heart ! — 
 
 2 A heart with grief opprest 
 For having grieved my God : 
 
 A troubled heart that cannot rest 
 Till sprinkled with thy blood. 
 
 3 Jesus, on me bestow 
 
 . The penitent desire : 
 With true sincerity of wo 
 My aching breast inspire. 
 
 4 With softening pity look, 
 And melt my hardness down 
 
 Strike with thy love's resistless stroke, 
 And break this heart of stone \ 
 
 Iq/> 7,6,8. c.wesley, 
 
 t)\J Praying for Repentance. 
 JESUS, let thy pitying eye 
 Call back a wandering sheep : 
 False to thee like Peter, I 
 
 Would fain like Peter weep. 
 Let me be by grace restored: 
 
 On me be all long-suffering shown : 
 Turn, and look upon me, Lord, 
 And break my heart of stone. 
 
 2 See me, Saviour, from above. 
 
 Nor suffer me to die ! 
 liife, and happiness, and love, 
 
 Drop from thy gracious eye : 
 Speak the reconciling word, 
 
 And let thy mercy melt me down : 
 
90 PENITENTIAL, 
 
 Turn, and look upon me, Lord, 
 
 And break my heart of stone. 
 3 Look as when thy languid eye 
 
 Was closed that we might live : 
 "Father," (at the point to die, 
 
 My Saviour gasp'd,) "forgive!" 
 Surely with that dying word 
 
 He turns, and looks, and cries, ""lis done 1* 
 my bleeding, loving Lord, 
 
 Thou break'st my heart of stone ! 
 
 Isyrf l. m. -watts. 
 
 O I Psalm li. 1-4. 
 
 SHOW pity, Lord, Lord, forgive, 
 Let a repenting rebel live : 
 Are not thy mercies large and free ? 
 May not a sinner trust in thee? 
 
 2 My crimes are great, but don't surpass 
 The power and glory of thy grace : 
 Great God, thy nature hath no bound, 
 So let thy pardoning love be found. 
 
 3 wash my soul from every sin, 
 And make my guilty conscience clean : 
 Here on my heart the burden lies, 
 And past offences pain mine eyes. 
 
 4 My lips with shame my sins confess, 
 Against thy law, against thy grace : 
 Lord, should thy judgments grow severe, 
 I am condemn'd, but thou art clear. 
 
 5 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath, 
 I must pronounce thee just in death ; 
 And if my soul were sent to hell, 
 
 Thy righteous law approves it well. 
 
 6 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, 
 Whose, hope, still hovering round thy word, 
 Would light on some sweet promise there, 
 Some sure support against despair. 
 
PENITENTIAL. 91 
 
 1 QQ L- M. WATTS 
 
 1 OO Psa/w li. 5-8. 
 
 LORD, we are vile, conceived in sin, 
 And born unholy and unclean : 
 Sprung from the man whose guilty fall 
 Corrupts his race, and taints us all. 
 
 2 Soon as we draw our infant breath, 
 The seeds of sin grow up for death : 
 Thy law demands a perfect heart, 
 But we're defiled in every part. 
 
 3 Great God, create my heart anew, 
 And form my spirit pure and true : 
 make me wise betimes to see 
 
 My danger and my remedy ! 
 
 4 Behold, I fall before thy face : 
 My only refuge is thy grace : 
 
 No outward forms can make me clean : 
 The leprosy lies deep within. 
 
 5 Jesus, my God, thy blood alone 
 Hath power sufficient to atone : 
 
 Thy blood can make me white as -t=.o^ : 
 No Jewish types could cleanse me so. 
 
 6 While guilt disturbs and breaks my peac^ 
 Nor flesh nor soul hath rest or ease : 
 Lord, let me hear thy pardoning voice, 
 And make my broken heart rejoice. 
 
 1 QQ 7s. GRANT. 
 
 iOv Litany. 
 
 SAVIOUR, when in dust to thee 
 Low we bow th' adoring knee : 
 When, repentant, to the skies 
 Scarce we lift our streaming eyes : 
 ! by all thy pains and wo, 
 Suffer' d once for man below, 
 Bending from thy throne on high, 
 Hear our solemn litany. 
 
92 PENITENTIAL. 
 
 2 By thy birth and early years, 
 By thy human grief and fears, 
 By thy fasting and distress 
 
 In the lonely wilderness : 
 By thy victory in the hour 
 Of the subtle tempter's power : 
 Jesus, look with pitying eye, 
 Hear our solemn litany. 
 
 3 By thine hour of dark despair, 
 By thine agony and prayer, 
 
 By the purple robe of scorn, 
 
 By thy wounds — thy crown of thorn : 
 
 By thy cross — thy pangs and cries — 
 
 By thy perfect sacrifice : 
 
 Jesus, look with pitying eye, 
 
 Hear our solemn litany. 
 
 4 By thy deep, expiring groan, 
 By the seal'd sepulchral stone, 
 By thy triumph o'er the grave, 
 By thy power from death to save : 
 Mighty God, ascended Lord, 
 
 To thy throne in heaven restored, 
 Prince and Saviour, hear our cry, 
 Hear our solemn litany. 
 
 1 A A L. M. 
 
 i ±\J Contrition in View of the Cross. 
 
 FAST flow, my tears : the cause is great 
 This tribute claims an injured Friend J 
 One whom I long pursued with hate, 
 
 "While he would love me to the end. 
 When justice frown'd above my head, 
 And death its terrors round me spread, 
 He interposed the wounds he bore, 
 And bade me live to die no more. 
 2 Fast flow, my tears : yet faster flow, 
 
 Stream copious as yon purple tide : 
 
PENITENTIAL. 93 
 
 Who was it gave the deadly blow ? 
 
 "Who urged the hand that pierced his side? 
 My soul, thy victim here behold ! 
 What pangs, what agonies untold, 
 While justice, arm'd with power divine, 
 Pours on his head what's due to thine ! 
 
 3 Fast, and yet faster flow, my tears : 
 
 Now break this heart and drown these eyes : 
 His visage, rnarr'd, toward heaven he rears, 
 
 And, pleading for his murderers, c'ies ! 
 My grief no measure knows, nor end, 
 Till he appears, the sinner's Friend, 
 And gives me, in some happy hour, 
 To feel the risen Saviour's power. 
 
 I A 1 L. M. JANE TAYLOH, 
 
 1 JL 1 No hiding from GocL 
 
 AMONG the deepest shades of night, 
 Can there be one who sees my way ? 
 Yes, God is as a shining light, 
 That turns the darkness into day. 
 
 2 When every eye around me sleeps, 
 May I not sin without control ? 
 
 No : for a constant watch he keeps, 
 On every thought of every soul. 
 
 3 If I could find some cave unknown, 
 Where human feet have never trod, 
 
 Yet there I should not be alone : 
 On every side there would be God. 
 
 4 He smiles in heaven, he frowns in hell, 
 He fills the earth, the air, the sea : 
 
 I must within his presence dwell, 
 I cannot from his anger flee. 
 
 5 Yet I may flee — he shows me where — 
 To Jesus Christ he bids me fly ; 
 
 And while I seek for pardon there, 
 There's only mercy in his eye. 
 
94 PENITENTIAL. 
 
 1 Ai) C. M. WATT* 
 
 1 ±4j Thou God seest me. 
 
 ALMIGHTY God, thy piercing eye 
 Strikes through the shades of night, 
 And our most secret actions lie 
 All open to thy sight. 
 
 2 There's not a sin that vre commit, 
 Nor wicked word we say, 
 
 But in thy dreadful hook 'tis writ, 
 Against the judgment-day. 
 
 3 And must the crimes that I have done 
 Be read and publish'd there ? 
 
 Be all exposed before the sun, 
 While men and angels hear? 
 
 4 Lord, at thy foot ashamed I lie : 
 Upward I dare not look : 
 
 Pardon my sins before I die, 
 And blot them from thy book. 
 
 5 Remember all the dying pains 
 That my Redeemer felt, 
 
 And let his blood wash out my stains, 
 And answer fur my guilt. 
 
 6 may I now for ever fear 
 T' indulge a sinful thought, 
 
 Since the great God can see and hear, 
 And writes down every fault. 
 
 1 1Q c - m. 
 
 liy Confession. 
 
 ALMIGHTY Father ! God of grace ! 
 We all, like sheep astray, 
 In folly, from thy paths have turn'd, 
 
 Each to his sinful way. 
 2 Sins of omission and of act, 
 
 Through all our lives abound : 
 Alas ! in thought, and word, and deed, 
 No health in us is found. 
 
PENITENTIAL. 95 
 
 3 spare us, Lord! — in mercy spare! 
 Our contrite souls restore, 
 
 Through Him who suffer'd on the cross, 
 And man's trangressions bore. 
 
 4 And grant, Father ! for his sake, 
 That we, through all our days, 
 
 A just and godly life may lead, 
 To thine eternal praise. 
 
 1 A A S. M. JANE TAYLOB, 
 
 1 JLx. The Heart broken for Sin and from Si*» 
 
 IF Jesus Christ was sent 
 To save us from our sin, 
 And kindly teach us to repent, 
 We should at once begin. 
 
 2 He says he loves to see 
 A broken-hearted one : 
 
 He loves that sinners such as we 
 Should mourn for what we've done. 
 
 3 'Tis not enough to say 
 We're sorry and repent ; 
 
 Yet still go on from day to day 
 Just as we always went. 
 
 1 Repentance is, to leave 
 
 The sins we loved before 
 And show that we in earnest grieve, 
 
 By doing so no more. 
 
 5 Lord, make us thus sincere, 
 To watch as well as pray : 
 
 However small, however dear, 
 Take all our sins away. m 
 
 6 And since the Saviour came 
 To make us turn from sin, 
 
 With holy grief and humble shame, 
 We would at once begin. 
 
98 PENITENTIAL. 
 
 I A K "CM. C. WESLET, 
 
 l^LU The Resolve. 
 
 SHALL I, amid a ghastly band, 
 Dragg'd to the judgment-seat, 
 Far on the left with horror stand, 
 My fearful doom to meet? — 
 
 2 Dissolved are nature's closest ties, 
 And bosom-friends forgot, 
 
 When God, the just avenger, cries, 
 Depart, I know you not ! — ■ 
 
 3 But must I from his glorious face, 
 From all his saints retire ? 
 
 But must I go to my own place 
 In everlasting fire ? — 
 
 4 Ah ! no — I still may turn and live, 
 For still his wrath delays : 
 
 He now vouchsafes a kind reprieve 
 And offers me his grace. 
 
 5 I will accept his offers now — 
 From every sin depart : 
 
 Perform my oft-repeated vow, 
 And render him my heart. 
 
 6 I will improve what I receive, 
 The grace through Jesus given : 
 
 Sure, if with God on earth I live, 
 To live with God in heaven. 
 
 ]AO L. M. STEELH 
 
 lU " ]J r e will nerve the Lord" 
 MAY I resolve with all my heart, 
 With all my powers to serve the Lord, 
 Kor from his precepts e'er depart, 
 "Whose service is a rich reward. 
 2 0, be his service all my joy ! 
 
 Around let my example shine, 
 
 Till others love the blest employ, 
 
 And join in labours so divine 
 
PENITENTIAL. 97 
 
 3 Be this the purpose of my soul, 
 My solemn, my determined choice, 
 
 To yield to bis supreme control, 
 And in his kind commands rejoice. 
 
 4 0, may I never faint nor tire, 
 
 Nor, wandering, leave his sacred ways : 
 Great God, accept my soul's desire, 
 
 And give me strength to live thy praiee. 
 
 1 ATi L. M. COLLTBWl 
 i- JC I Renouncing the World. 
 
 I LEAVE the world with willing feet, 
 Great God, to find repose in thee : 
 Once its enchantments, soft and sweet, 
 Threw silken fetters over me. 
 
 2 Vice pointed to a flowery vale, 
 
 Where streams of pleasure seem'd to rcIL 
 And every sweet, on every gale, 
 
 Press'd through the senses to the soul. 
 
 3 Imagination lent her aid 
 
 To strengthen every dangerous snare ; 
 But soon the flattering vision fled, 
 And gave its victim to despair. 
 
 4 My youth, restored from fatal wiles, 
 Has learn'd temptation's power to fear, 
 
 To dread Ishe world's delusive smiles, 
 And 'scape the fowler's cruel snare. 
 
 1 AQ 6,6,6,6,8,8. jane tati o* 
 
 X lO Renouncing the World. 
 
 COME, my fond, fluttering heart, 
 Come, struggle to be free ! 
 Thou and the world must part, 
 
 However hard it be : 
 My trembling spirit owns it just, 
 But clings yet closer to the dust, 
 2 Ye tempting sweets, forbear — 
 Ye dearest idols, fall : 
 7 
 
98 PEMTENTIAL. 
 
 My love ye must not share — 
 
 Jesus shall have it all : 
 'Tis bit'.er pain, 'tis cruel smart, 
 But, ah ! thou must consent, my heart. 
 
 3 Te fair enchanting throng ! 
 Ye golden dreams, farewell ! 
 
 Earth has prevail'd too long, 
 And now I break the spell : 
 Ye cherish'd joys of early years — 
 Jesus, forgive these parting tears. 
 
 4 may I feel thy worth ! 
 And let no idol dare, 
 
 No vanity of earth, 
 
 With thee, my Lord, compare : 
 Now bid all worldly joys depart, 
 And reign supremely in my heart. 
 
 1 \ Q C. M. WATTft 
 
 * it/ Psalm cxix. 
 
 OTHAT the Lord would guide my ways 
 To keep his statutes still ! 
 that my God would grant me grace 
 To know and do his will ! 
 
 2 send thy Spirit down to write 
 Thy law upon my heart ! 
 
 Nor let my tongue indulge deceit, 
 Nor act the liar's part. 
 
 3 Order my footsteps by thy word, 
 And make my heart sincere : 
 
 Let sin have no dominion, Lord, 
 But keep my conscience clear. 
 
 4 Make mo to walk in thy commands, 
 'Tis a delightful road ; 
 
 Nor let my head, or heart, or hands, 
 Offend against my God. 
 
PENITENTIAL. 99 
 
 ]K/\ 7s. NEWTON, 
 
 DU The Suit. 
 
 COME, my soul, thy suit prepare — 
 Jesug loves to answer prayer : 
 He himself has bid thee pray, 
 Therefore will not say thee nay. 
 
 2 Thou art coming to the King : 
 Large petitions with thee bring ; 
 For his grace and power are such, 
 None can ever ask too much. 
 
 3 With my burden I begin : 
 Lord, remove this load of sin ! 
 Let thy blood, for sinners spilt, 
 Set my conscience free from guilt 
 
 4 Lord, I come to thee for rest — 
 Take possession of my breast : 
 
 There thy blood-bought right maintain, 
 And without a rival reign. 
 
 I ^ 1 S. M. NEWTON. 
 
 1 U 1 Bcqqing the Bread of Life. 
 
 HUNGRY, and faint, and poor, 
 Behold us, Lord, again 
 Assembled at thy mercy's door, 
 Thy bounty to obtain. 
 
 2 Thy word invites us nigh, 
 Or we should starve indeed; 
 
 For we no money have, to buy, 
 No righteousness to plead. 
 
 3 The food our spirits want 
 Thy hand alone can give ! 
 
 hear the prayer of faitb, and grant 
 That we may eat and live. 
 
 1 KO Us. 
 
 IV/Cl The Lord's Prayer. 
 
 OUR Father in heaven, we hallow thy name : 
 Thy kingdom, all holy, on earth be the same 
 
100 PENITENTIAL. 
 
 give to us daily our portion of bread : 
 It is from thy bounty that all must be fed. 
 
 2 Forgive our transgression, and teach us to 
 
 know 
 That humble compassion that pardons each foe, 
 Save us from temptation, from weakness an<7 
 
 sin; 
 And thine be the glory, for ever. Amen. 
 
 153 
 
 S. M. c. we 
 
 Surrendering the Heart. 
 
 WHEN shall thy love constrain, 
 And force me to thy breast ? 
 When shall my soul return again 
 To her eternal rest? 
 
 2 Ah ! what avails my strife, 
 My wandering to and fro? 
 
 Thou hast the words of endless life: 
 Ah ! whither should I go ? 
 
 3 Thy condescending grace 
 To me did freely move : 
 
 It calls me still to seek thy face s 
 And stoops to ask my love. 
 
 4 Lord, at thy feet I fall, 
 I groan to be set free : 
 
 I fain would now obey the call, 
 And give up all for thee. 
 
 5 To rescue me from wo, 
 
 Thou didst with all things partf 
 Didst lead a suffering life below, 
 To gain my worthless heart. 
 
 6 My worthless heart to gain, 
 The God of all that breathe 
 
 Was found in fashion as a man 
 And died a cursed death. 
 
PENITENTIAL. 101 
 
 1 J^A 8. M. C. WESLEY. 
 
 1 UT Surrendering the Heart. 
 
 AND can I yet delay 
 My little all to give ? 
 To tear my soul from earth away 
 For Jesus to receive ? 
 
 2 Nay, but I yield, I yield ! 
 I can hold out no more : 
 
 1 sink, by dying love compell'd, — 
 And own tbee conqueror ! 
 
 3 Though late, I all forsake— 
 My friends, my all resign : 
 
 Gracious Redeemer, take, take, 
 And seal me ever thine ! 
 
 4 Come, and possess me whole, 
 Nor hence again remove : 
 
 Settle and fix my wavering soul 
 With all thy weight of love. 
 
 5 My one desire be this, 
 Thy only love to know, 
 
 To seek and taste no other bliss, 
 No other good below. 
 
 6 My life, my portion thou, 
 Thou all-sufficient art ; 
 
 My hope, my heavenly treasure, now 
 Enter and keep my heart. 
 
 i KK S. M. KBWToa 
 
 tOu Bethesda. 
 
 BESIDE the gospel pool, 
 Appointed for the poor, 
 From year to year my helpless soul 
 Has waited for a cure. 
 
 2 How often have I thought : 
 Why should I longer lie ? 
 
 Surely, the mercy I have sought 
 Is not for such as I. 
 
102 PENITENTIAL. 
 
 3 But whither can I go ? 
 There is no other pool 
 
 Where streams of sovereign virtue flow 
 To make a sinner whole. 
 
 4 Here, then, from day tc day, 
 I'll wait, and hope, and try : 
 
 Can Jesus hear a sinner pray, 
 Yet suffer him to die ? 
 
 5 No : he is full of grace : 
 He never will permit 
 
 A soul, that fain would s^.e his face, 
 To perish at his feet. 
 
 IXfi CM. -RAT 
 
 I U\J "Help tJiou my unbelief." 
 
 HOW sad our state by nature is ! 
 Our sin, how deep it stains ! 
 And Satan binds our captive souls 
 Fast in his slavish chains. 
 
 2 But there's a voice of sovereign grace 
 Sounds from the sacred word : 
 
 Ho J ye despairing sinners, come, 
 And trust a faithful Lord. 
 
 3 My soul obeys the gracious call, 
 And runs to this relief : 
 
 I would believe thy promise, Lord, 
 help my unbelief! 
 
 4 To the bless'd fountain of thy blood, 
 Incarnate God, I fly: 
 
 Here let me wash my spotted soul 
 From crimes of deepest dye. 
 
 5 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm, 
 Into thy arms I fall : 
 
 Be thou my strength and righteousness, 
 My Jesus and my all. 
 
PENITENTIAL. 103 
 
 T KTi CM. C. WESLBr. 
 
 1 i Praying for Faith. 
 
 FATHER, I stretch my hands to thee, 
 No other help I know : 
 If thou withdraw thyself from me, 
 Ah ! whither shall I go ? 
 
 2 What did thine only Son endure, 
 Before I drew my breath ! 
 
 What pain, what labour, to secure 
 My soul from endless death ! 
 
 3 Jesus, could I this believe, 
 I now should feel thy power ! 
 
 Now my poor soul thou wouldst retrieve, 
 Nor let me wait one hour. 
 
 4 Author of faith, to thee I lift 
 My weary, longing eyes : 
 
 let me now receive that gift, 
 My soul without it dies ! 
 
 5 Surely thou canst not let me die : : 
 speak, and I shall live : 
 
 And here I will unwearied lie, 
 Till thou thy Spirit give. 
 
 6 The worst of sinners would rejoice, 
 Could they but see thy face : 
 
 let me hear thy quickening voice, 
 And taste thy pardoning grace ! 
 
 1 KO CM. WATT3, 
 
 I OCj Surrendering at the Cross. 
 
 ALAS ! and did my Saviour bleed ? 
 And did my Sovereign die ? 
 Would he devote that sacred head 
 
 For such a worm as I ? 
 2 Was it for crimes that I have don© 
 
 He groan'd upon the tree ? 
 Amazing pit}' ! grace unknown ! 
 And love beyond degree ! 
 
104: PENITENTIAL. 
 
 3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, 
 And shut his glories in, 
 
 When Christ, the mighty Maker, died 
 For man, the creature's sin ! 
 
 4 Thus might I hide my blushing face, 
 While his dear cross appears : 
 
 Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, 
 And melt mine eyes to tears. 
 
 5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay 
 The debt of love I owe : 
 
 Here, Lord, I give myself away : 
 'Tis all that I can do. 
 
 IK Q 7s. C. WESLEY 
 
 O V Seeking Refuge in Christ. 
 JESUS, lover of my soul, 
 Let me to thy bosom fly, 
 While the nearer waters roll, 
 
 While the tempest still is high: 
 Hide me, my Saviour, hide, 
 
 Till the storm of life be past : 
 Safe into the haven guide : 
 
 receive my soul at last : 
 
 2 Other refuge have I none, 
 Hangs my helpless soul on thee: 
 
 Leave, ah! leave me not alone: 
 Still support and comfort me ! 
 
 All my trust on thee is stay'd, 
 All my help from thee I bring : 
 
 Cover my defenceless head 
 With the shadow of thy wing. 
 
 3 Thou, 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 : 
 
PENITENTIAL. 105 
 
 False, and full of sin I am: 
 
 Thou art full of truth and grace. 
 4 Plenteous grace with thee is found, 
 
 Grace to cover all my sin : 
 Let the healing streams abound, 
 
 Make and keep me pure within: 
 Thou of life the fountain art: 
 
 Freely let me take of thee : 
 Spring thou up within my heart : 
 
 Rise to all eternity ! 
 
 ! Of\ C. M. NEWTOK 
 
 I DU The Effort. 
 
 APPROACH, my soul, the mercy-seat, 
 Where Jesus answers prayer : 
 There humbly fall before his feet, 
 For none can perish there. 
 
 2 Thy promise is my only plea, 
 With this I venture nigh : 
 
 Thou call'st the burden'd soul to thee, 
 And such, Lord, am I. 
 
 3 Bow'd down beneath a load of sin, 
 By Satan sorely prest, 
 
 By wars without, and fears within, 
 I come to thee for rest. 
 
 4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place, 
 That, shelter'd near thy side, 
 
 I may my fierce accuser face, 
 And tell him thou hast died. 
 
 5 wondrous love ! to bleed and die, 
 To bear the cross and shame, 
 
 That guilty sinners, such as I, 
 Might plead his gracious name. 
 
 6 "Poor tempest- tossed soul, be still, 
 My promised grace receive :"~— 
 
 'Tis Jesus spe?,ks — I must, I will, 
 I oan, I do believe. 
 
106 PENITENTIAL. 
 
 1 O 1 L. M. CENNICK. 
 
 1 D 1 " I am the Way." 
 
 JESUS, my all, to heaven is gone, 
 He whom I fix my hopes upon : 
 His track I see, and I'll pursue 
 The narrow way till him I view. 
 
 2 The way the holy prophets went, 
 The road that leads from banishment, 
 The King's highway of holiness, 
 
 I'll go, for all his paths are peace. 
 
 3 This is the way I long have sought, 
 And mourn'd because I found it not : 
 My grief a burden long has been, 
 Because I was not saved from sin. 
 
 4 The more I strove against its power, 
 I felt its weight and guilt the more ; 
 Till late I heard my Saviour say, 
 
 u Come hither, soul, I am the way." 
 
 5 Lo ! glad I come, and thou, bless'd Lamh. 
 Shalt take me to thee as I am : 
 
 Nothing but sin have I to give, 
 Nothing but love shall I receive. 
 
 6 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 !" 
 
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 JUST as I am — without one plea, 
 But that thy blood was shed for me, 
 And that thou bidd'st me come to thee — 
 Lamb of God, I come ! 
 
 2 Just as I am — and waiting not 
 To rid my soul of one dark blot, 
 
 To thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot, 
 Lamb of God, I come ! 
 
PENITENTIAL. 107 
 
 3 Just as I am — though toss'd about 
 With many a conflict, many a doubt, 
 With fears within and wars without— 
 
 Lamb of God, I come ! 
 
 4 Just as I am — poor, wretched, blind : 
 Sight, riches, healing of the mind, 
 Yea, all I need, in thee to find, 
 
 Lamb of God, I come ! 
 
 5 Just as I am — thou wilt receive, 
 Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve, 
 Because thy promise I believe — 
 
 Lamb of God, I come ! 
 
 6 Just as I am — thy love unknown 
 Has broken every barrier down : 
 Now to be thine, yea, thine alone, 
 
 Lamb of God, I come ! 
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 1UO Self -consecration at the Cross. 
 Y faith looks up to thee, 
 Thou Lamb of Calvary, 
 Saviour divine ! 
 Now hear me while I pray: 
 Take ail my guilt away: 
 let me from this day 
 Be wholly thine. 
 
 2 May thy rich grace impart 
 Strength to my fainting heart, 
 
 My zeal inspire : 
 As thou hast died for me, 
 may my love to thee, 
 Pure, warm, and changeless be — 
 
 A living fire. 
 
 3 While life's dark maze I tread, 
 And griefs around me spread, 
 
 Be thou my guide : 
 Bid darkness turn to day, 
 Wipe sorrow's tears away, 
 
 M : 
 
108 PENITENTIAL. 
 
 Nor let me ever stray 
 
 From thee aside ! 
 4 When ends life's transient dream, 
 "When death's cold, sullen stream 
 
 Shall o'er me roll — 
 Blest Saviour, then in love, 
 Fear and distrust remove : 
 
 bear me safe above — 
 
 A ransom'd soul ! 
 
 1 PA C. M. NEWTO* 
 
 lUl Subdued by the Cross. 
 
 IN evil long I took delight, 
 Unawed by shame or fear, 
 Till a new object struck my sight, 
 And stopp'd my wild career. 
 
 2 I saw one hanging on a tree, 
 In agonies and blood, 
 
 Who fix'd his languid eyes on me, 
 As near his cross I stood. 
 
 3 Sure, never to my latest breath 
 Can I forget that look : 
 
 It seem'd to charge me with his death, 
 Though not a word He spoke. 
 
 4 My conscience felt and own'd the guiitj 
 And plunged me in despair: 
 
 I saw my sins his blood had spilt, 
 And help'd to nail him there. 
 
 5 A second look he gave, which said, 
 " I freely all forgive : 
 
 This blood is for thy ransom paid : 
 
 1 die, that thou mayst live." 
 
 6 Thus, while his death my sin display! 
 In all its blackest hue, 
 
 Such is the mystery of grace, 
 It seals my pardon too. 
 
PENITENTIAL. 109 
 
 t p^ S. M. 0. WESLEY, 
 
 1 \)t) Waiting at the Cross. 
 
 FATHER, I dare believe 
 Thee merciful and true : 
 Thou wilt my guilty soul forgive, 
 My fallen soul renew. 
 
 2 Come then, for Jesus' sake, 
 And bid my heart be clean : 
 
 An end of all my troubles make, 
 An end of all my sin. 
 
 3 I cannot wash my heart 
 But by believing thee, 
 
 And waiting for thy blood t' impart 
 The spotless purity. 
 
 4 While at thy cross I lie, 
 Jesus, the grace bestow: 
 
 Now thy all-cleansing blood apply, 
 And I am white as snow. 
 
 IA /l C. M. WATTS. 
 
 D Waiting for the Blessing. 
 
 FATHER, I wait before thy throne — 
 Call me a child of thine ; 
 Send down the Spirit of thy Son, 
 
 To form my heart divine. 
 2 There shed thy promised love abroad, 
 
 And make my comfort strong; 
 Then shall I say, " My Father, God !" 
 With an unwavering tongue. 
 
 1 nrf 8,8,6. c. WESLET. 
 
 lU I Panting for the Love of God. 
 
 0LOVE divine, how sweet thou art! 
 When shall I find my willing heart 
 All taken up by thee? 
 I thirst, I faint, I die to prove 
 The greatness of redeeming love, 
 The love of Christ to me. 
 
110 PENITENTIAL. 
 
 2 Stronger his love than death or hell. 
 Its riches are unsearchable : 
 
 The first-born sons of light 
 Desire in vain its depths to see, 
 They cannot reach the mystery, 
 
 The length, the breadth, and height. 
 
 3 God only knows the love of God : 
 
 that it now were shed abroad 
 In this poor stony heart ! 
 
 For love I sigh, for love I pine : 
 This only portion, Lord, be mine ! 
 Be mine this better part ! 
 
 4 that I could for ever sit 
 With Mary at the Master's feet ! 
 
 Be this my happy choice : 
 My only care, delight, and bliss, 
 ^y i°J> m y heaven on earth, be this, 
 
 To hear the Bridegroom's voice ! 
 
 1 £0 C. M. COWPEI* 
 
 IVO The Backslider's Prayer. 
 
 OF OR a closer walk with God, 
 A calm and heavenly frame, 
 A light to shine upon the road 
 That leads me to the Lamb ! 
 
 2 Where is the blessedness I knew 
 When first I saw the Lord ? 
 
 Where is the soul-refreshing view 
 Of Jesus and his word ? 
 
 3 What peaceful hours i once enjoy'd"! 
 How sweet their memory still ! 
 
 But they have left an aching void 
 The world can never fill. 
 
 4 Return, holy Dove, return, 
 Sweet messenger of rest ! 
 
 1 hate the sins that made thee mourn, 
 And dro?e thee from my breast. 
 
PENITENTIAL. 1H 
 
 5 The clearest idol I have known, 
 Whate'er that idol be, 
 
 Help me to tear it from thy throne, 
 And worship only thee. 
 
 6 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. 
 
 169 
 
 7S. C. WESLKT 
 
 The Backslider's Plea. 
 
 DEPTH of mercy ! can there be 
 Mercy still reserved for me ? 
 Can my God his wrath forbear? 
 Me, the chief of sinners, spare? 
 
 2 I have long withstood his grace — 
 Long provoked him to his face — ■ 
 Would not hearken to his calls, 
 Grieved him by a thousand falls. 
 
 3 Lo! I cumber still the ground: 
 Lo ! an Advocate is found ! 
 
 " Hasten not to cut him down: 
 Let this barren soul alone I" 
 
 4 Jesus speaks, and pleads his blood : 
 He disarms the wrath of God ! 
 
 Now my Father's bowels move — 
 Justice lingers into love. 
 
 5 Kindled his relentings are, 
 Me he now delights to spare: 
 Cries, " How shall I give thee up !" 
 Lets the lifted thunder drop. 
 
 6 There for me the Saviour stands — 
 Shows his wjunds, and spreads his hande, 
 God is love ! I know, I feel : 
 
 Jesus weeps and loves me still. 
 
112 CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 
 
 SECT. TIL-CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 
 
 1 rVA C. M. C. WESLET 
 
 J lli Miracles of Grace. 
 
 OFOR a thousand tongues to sing 
 My great Redeemer's praise : 
 The glories of my God and King, 
 The triumphs of his grace ! 
 
 2 My gracious Master and my God, 
 Assist me to proclaim, — 
 
 To spread through all the earth abroad 
 The honours of thy Name. 
 
 3 Jesus ! the Name that charms our fears, 
 That bids our sorrows cease : 
 
 'Tis music in the sinner's ears, 
 'Tis life, and health, and peace. 
 
 4 He breaks the power of cancelPd sin, 
 He sets the prisoner free : 
 
 His blood can make the foulest clean : 
 His blood avail'd for me. 
 
 5 He speaks — and, listening to his voice, 
 New life the dead receive : 
 
 The mournful, broken hearts rejoice : 
 The humble poor believe. 
 
 6 Hear him, ye deaf: his praise, ye dumb, 
 Your loosen'd tongues employ : 
 
 Ye blind, behold your Saviour come, 
 And leap, ye lame, for joy. 
 
 mC. M. COWPKR. 
 
 Praise for Saving Faith. 
 OF all the gifts thy hand bestows, 
 Thou Giver of all good, 
 Not heaven itself a richer knows 
 
 Than my Redeemer's blood. 
 2 Faith, too, the blood-receiving grace, 
 From the same hand we gain, 
 
CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 113 
 
 Else, sweetly as it suits our case, 
 That gift had been in vain 
 
 3 Blind to the merits of thy Son, 
 "What misery we endure ! 
 
 Yet fly that hand from which alone 
 "We could expect a cure. 
 
 4 We praise thee, and would praise thee more, 
 To thee our all we owe — 
 
 The precious Saviour, and the power 
 That makes him precious, too. 
 
 1 PVO 8,7. ■wiNGitova, 
 
 1 1/6 Gratitude for Pardon. 
 
 HAIL, my ever-blessed Jesus ! 
 Only thee I wish to sing : 
 To my soul thy name is precious, 
 
 Thou, my Prophet, Priest, and King. 
 what mercy flows from heaven! 
 
 what joy and happiness! 
 Love I much ? I'm much forgiven : 
 I'm a miracle of grace. 
 
 2 Once, with Adam's race in ruin, 
 Unconcern'd in sin I lay, 
 
 Swift destruction still pursuing, 
 Till my Saviour pass'd that way. 
 
 "Witness, all ye hosts of heaven, 
 My Piedeemer's tenderness : 
 
 Love I much ? I'm much forgiven : 
 I'm a miracle of grace. 
 
 3 Shout, ye bright angelic choir ! 
 Praise the Lamb enthroned above! 
 
 While, astonish'd, I admire 
 
 God's free grace and boundless love t 
 
 That bless'd moment I received him 
 Fill'd my soul with joy and peace; 
 
 Love I much ? I'm much forgiven : 
 I'm a miracle of gracs. 
 
114 CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 
 
 m6.6,6.fi.S,S. C. WESLEY. 
 
 "We cry, Alba, Father." 
 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 He ever liver above, 
 For me to intercede: 
 
 His all-redeeming love, 
 
 His precious blood, to plead : 
 His blood atoned for all our race, 
 And sprinkles now the throne of grace. 
 
 3 Five bleeding wounds he bears, 
 Received on Calvary; 
 
 They pour effectual prayers, 
 They strongly speak for. me: 
 "Forgive him, forgive," they cry, 
 "Nor let that ransom'd sinner die !" 
 
 4 The Father hears him pray, 
 His dear Anointed 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 My God is reconciled,. 
 
 His pardoning 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. 
 
 mS. M. -WATT8, 
 
 Adoption. 
 BEHOLD ! what wondrous grace 
 The Father hath bestow'd 
 
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 CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 115 
 
 On sinners of a. mortal race — 
 To call them sons of Godl 
 
 2 Nor does it yet appear 
 
 How great we must be made ; 
 But when we see our Saviour h 
 We shall be like our Head. 
 
 3 A hope so much divine 
 May trials well endure, 
 
 May purge uur souls from sense »nd sin, 
 As Christ, the Lurd, is pure. 
 
 4 We would no longer lie 
 Like slaves beneath the thro 
 
 My faith shall Abba, Father, cry, 
 And thou the kindred own. 
 
 S. M. C. WESLEY. 
 
 Wittiess of Adoption. 
 
 HOW can a sinner know 
 His sins on earth forgiven ? 
 How can my gracious Saviour i 
 My name inscribed in heaven ? 
 
 2 What we have felt and seen 
 With confidence we tell; 
 
 And publish to the sons of men 
 The signs infallible. 
 
 3 We who in Christ believe 
 That he for us hath died, 
 
 We all his unknown peace recci 
 And feel his blood applied. 
 
 4 Exults our rising soul, 
 Disburden'd of her load, 
 
 And swells unutterably full 
 Of glory and of God. 
 
 5 Stronger than death or holl 
 The sacred power we prove ; 
 
 And concpierors of the world, we dwell 
 In heaven, who dwell in love. 
 
j 16 CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 
 
 1 JTff\ 8,8,6. ' guioh 
 
 A i [Translated from the French, by Cowper.] 
 
 Bliss of Adoption. 
 
 HOW happy are the new-born race, 
 Partakers of adopting grace ! 
 How pure the bliss they share ! 
 Hid from the world, and all its eyes, 
 "Within their heart the blessing lies, 
 And conscience feels it there. 
 
 2 The moment we believe, 'tis ours ; 
 And if we love with all our powers 
 
 The God from whom it came, 
 And if we serve with heart sincere, 
 'Tis still discernible and clear, 
 
 An undisputed claim. 
 
 3 But, ah ! if foul and wilful sin 
 
 n and dishonour us within, 
 
 Farewell the joy we knew : 
 Again the slaves of nature's sway, 
 In labyrinths of our own we stray, 
 
 "Without a guide or clue. 
 
 4 The chaste and pure, who fear to grieve 
 The gracious Spirit they receive, 
 
 His work distinctly trace, 
 And strong in undissembling love, 
 Boldly assert and clearly prove 
 
 Their hearts his dwelling-place. 
 
 5 Messenger of dear delight, 
 Whose voice dispels the deepest night, 
 
 Sweet peace-proclaimirig Dove ! 
 "With thee at hand to soothe our pains. 
 17'i wish unsatisfied remains, 
 
 No task, but that of love. 
 
 mS. M. C. WESLEY, 
 
 Depending on Christ. 
 JESUS, my truth, my way, 
 My sure, unerring light, 
 
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 CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 117 
 
 On thee my feeble steps I stay, 
 Which thou wilt guide aright. 
 
 2 My wisdom and my guide, 
 My counsellor thou art: 
 
 O never let me leave thy side, 
 Or from thy paths depart ! 
 
 3 I lift imne eyes to thee, 
 
 Thou giacious, bleeding Lamb, 
 That I ru£.y now enlighten'd be, 
 And never put to shame. 
 
 4 Never will I remove 
 
 Out of thy hands my cause ; 
 But rest in thy redeeming love,- 
 And hang upon thy cross. 
 
 5 Teach me the happy art, 
 In all things to depend 
 
 On thee : never, Lord, depart, 
 But love me to the end. 
 
 7,6,7,6,7,8,7,6. c. itBgurt 
 Only Jesus. 
 
 VAIN, delusive world, adieu, 
 With all of creature good ! 
 Only Jesus I pursue, 
 
 Who bought me with his blood. 
 All thy pleasures I forego, 
 
 I trample on thy wealth and pride : 
 Only Jesus will I know, 
 
 And Jesus crucified. 
 2 Other knowledge I disdain, 
 
 'Tis all but vanity : 
 Christ, the Lamb of God, was si 
 
 He tasted death for me ! 
 Me to save froin *endless wo 
 
 The sin-atoning Victim died! 
 Only Jesus will I know, 
 
 And Jesus crucified ! 
 
118 CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE 
 
 3 Him to know is life and peace,. 
 And pleasure without end : 
 
 This is all my happiness, 
 
 On Jesus to depend, 
 Daily in his grace to grow, 
 
 And ever in his faith abide : 
 Only Jesus will I knuw, 
 
 And Jesus crucified ! 
 
 4 that I could all invite, 
 This saving truth to prove,— 
 
 Show the length, the breadth, the height, 
 
 And depth of Jesus' love! 
 Fain I would to sinners show 
 
 The blood by faith alone applied! 
 Only Jesus will I know, 
 
 And Jesus crucified ! 
 
 1 7Q 7s - 
 
 l ttt '• Lovest thou me?" COWPEEfc 
 
 HARK, my soul, — it is the Lord! 
 'Tis thy Saviour, hear his word ! 
 Jesus speaks, he speaks to thee : 
 " Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me ? 
 2 "I deliver'd thee when bound, 
 And, when bleeding, heal'i thy wound — 
 Sought thee wandering, sjtt thee right,. 
 Turn'd thy darkness into light. 
 S " Can a mother's tender care 
 Cease toward the child she bare ? 
 Yes, she may forgetful be, 
 Yet will I remember thee. 
 
 4 " Mine is an unchanging love, 
 Higher than the heights above, 
 Deeper than the depths beneath, 
 Free and faithful, strong as death, 
 
 5 " Thou shalt see my glory soon. 
 When the work of faith is done. 
 
CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 119 
 
 Partner of my throne shalt be : 
 Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me ? 
 6 Lord, it is my chief complaint 
 That my love is still so faint; 
 Yet I love thee and adore : 
 
 for grace to love thee more ! 
 
 1 QA C. M. DODT»RIDGEi 
 
 lOU "Thou hnoioest that I love thee." 
 
 DO not I love thee, my Lord? 
 Behold my heart and see; 
 And turn each cursed idol out, 
 That dares to rival thee. 
 
 2 Do not I love thee from my soul? 
 Then let me nothing love : 
 
 Dead be my heart to every joy, 
 When Jesus cannot move. 
 
 3 Is not thy name melodious still 
 To mine attentive ear ? • 
 
 Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound 
 My Saviour's voice to hear? 
 
 4 Hast thou a lamb in all thy flock 
 
 1 would disdain to feed? 
 
 Hast thou a foe, before whose face 
 I fear thy cause to plead ? 
 
 5 "Would not mine ardent spirit vie 
 With angels round the throne, 
 
 To execute thy sacred will, 
 And make thy glory known ? 
 
 6 Would not my heart pour forth its blood 
 In honour of thy name ? 
 
 And challenge the cold hand of death 
 To damp th' immortal flame ? 
 
 7 Thou know'st I love thee, dearest Lord; 
 But ! I long to soar 
 
 Far from the sphere of mortal joys, 
 And learn to love thee more. 
 
120 CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 
 
 I Q 1 8,7,4. 
 
 1 O 1 " Whom not having seen, we love," 
 
 0THOU God of my salvation, 
 My Redeemer from all sin, 
 Moved by thy divine compassion, 
 Who hast died my heart to win, 
 
 I will praise thee — 
 Where shall I thy praise begin ? 
 
 2 Though unseen, I love the Saviour: 
 He hath brought salvation near, — 
 
 Manifests his pardoning favour, 
 And when Jesus doth appear, 
 
 Soul and body 
 Shall his glorious image bear. 
 
 3 While the angel choirs are crying, 
 Glory to the great I AM ! 
 
 1 with them will still be vying, 
 Glory ! glory to the Lamb ! 
 
 how precious 
 Is the sound of Jesus' name ! 
 
 4 Angels now are hovering round us, 
 Unperceived they mix the throng, 
 
 Wond'ring at the love that crown'd us, 
 Glad to join the holy song. 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 Love and praise to Christ belong ! 
 
 ] Oi) C. M. WATT* 
 
 I Xj AJ The principal Grace. 
 
 HAPPY the heart where graces reign, 
 Where love inspires the breast : 
 Love is the brightest of the train, 
 And strengthens all the rest. 
 
 2 Knowledge, alas ! 'tis all in vain, 
 And all in vain our fear : 
 
 Our stubborn sins will fight and reign, 
 If love be absent there. 
 
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 CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 121 
 
 3 "lis love that makes our cheerful feet 
 In swift obedience move: 
 
 The devils know and tremble too; 
 But Satan cannot love. 
 
 4 This is the grace that lives and sings 
 When faith and hope shall cease : 
 
 'Tis this shall strike our joyful strings 
 In the sweet realms of bliss. 
 
 5 Before we quite forsake our clay, 
 Or leave this dark abode, 
 
 The wings of love bear us away 
 To see our smiling Gud. 
 
 8,7. R. ROBINSOX 
 
 Gratitude. 
 
 COME, thou Fount of every blessing, 
 Tune my heart 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'll raise mine Ebenezer, 
 Hither, by thy help, I'm come ; 
 
 And I hope, by thy good pleasure, 
 
 Safely to arrive at home. 
 Jesus sought me, when a stranger, 
 
 Wandering from the fold of God: 
 He, to rescue me from danger, 
 
 Interposed his precious blood. 
 
 3 ! to grace how great a debtor 
 Daily I'm constrain'd to be ! 
 
 Let thy goodness, like a fetter, 
 
 Bind my wandering heart to thee! 
 
 Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it — 
 Prone to leave the God I love — 
 
184 
 
 122 CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 
 
 Here's iny heart, take and seal it! 
 Seal it for thy courts above. 
 
 8,8,8,8,8,8. j. WESLE7. 
 
 From the German of Tersteegen. 
 Sacrificing all for Christ. 
 
 THOU hidden Love of God, whose height, 
 "Whose depth unfathom'd, no man knows, 
 
 1 see from far thy beauteous light, 
 Inly I sigh for thy repose : 
 
 My heart is pain'd, nor can it be 
 At rest, till it find rest in thee. 
 
 2 Is there a thing beneath the sun 
 
 That strives with thee my heart to share? 
 Ah, tear it thence, and reign alone, 
 
 The lord of every motion there ! 
 Then shall my heart from earth be free, 
 When it hath found repose in thee. 
 
 3 Love, thy sovereign aid impart, 
 To save me from low-thoughted care: 
 
 Chase this self-will through all my heart, 
 
 Through all its latent mazes there: 
 Make me thy duteous child, that I 
 Ceaseless may Abba, Father, cry. 
 
 4 Each moment draw from earth away 
 My heart, that lowly waits thy call : 
 
 Speak to my inmost soul, and say, 
 
 " I am thy Love, thy God, thy All!" 
 To feel thy power, to hear thy voice, 
 To taste thy love, be all my choice. 
 
 ]OX L. M- GREG6. 
 
 lOU Not ashamed of Jesus. 
 
 JE.il'S ! and shall it ever be 
 A mortal man ashamed of thee ? 
 Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise, 
 Whose glories shine through endless days ? 
 
CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 123 
 
 2 Ashamed of Jesus ! sooner far 
 Let evening blush to own a star: 
 He sheds the beams of light divine 
 O'er this benighted soul of mine. 
 
 3 Ashamed of Jesus ! just as soon 
 Let midnight be ashamed of noon : 
 'Tis midnight with my soul, till he, 
 Bright Morning Star, bid darkness flee. 
 
 4 Ashamed of Jesus! that dear Friend 
 On whom my hopes of heaven depend J 
 No: when I blush, be this my shame, 
 That I no more revere his name. 
 
 1 Q fi 8s. c. WESLET 
 
 lOD Delight in Christ. 
 
 THOU Shepherd of Israel and mine, 
 The joy and desire of my heart, 
 For closer communion I pine, 
 I long to reside where thou art. 
 
 2 The pasture I languish to find, 
 Where all, who their Shepherd obey, 
 
 Are fed, on thy bosom reclined, 
 
 And screen'd from the heat of the day. 
 
 3 'Tis there with the lambs of thy (lock, 
 There only I covet to rest : 
 
 To lie at the foot of the rock, 
 Or rise to be hid in thy breast. 
 
 4 'Tis there I would always abide, 
 And never a moment depart : 
 
 Conceal'd in the cleft of thy side, 
 Eternally held in thy heart. 
 
 1 Qry 8s. NEWTON. 
 
 lO I De&ght in Christ. 
 
 HOW tedious and tasteless the hours 
 When Jesus no longer I see ! 
 Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flowers, 
 Have all lost their sweetness to me, — 
 
124 CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 
 
 The midsummer sun shines but dim, 
 The fields strive in vain to look gay; 
 
 But when I am happy in him, 
 December's as pleasant as May. 
 
 2 His name yields the richest perfume, 
 And sweeter than music his voice : 
 
 His presence disperses my gloom, 
 And makes all within me rejoice . 
 
 I should, were he always thus nigh, 
 Have nothing to wish or to fear, 
 
 No mortal so happy as I, 
 My summer would last all the year. 
 
 3 Content with beholding his face, 
 My all to his pleasure resign' d : 
 
 No changes of season or place 
 
 Would make any change in my mind. 
 
 While bless'd with a sense of his love, 
 A palace a toy would appear ; 
 
 And prisons would palaces prove, 
 If Jesus would dwell with me there. 
 
 4 Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine, 
 If thou art my sun and my song, 
 
 Say why do I languish and pine ? 
 
 And why are my winters so long? 
 drive these dark clouds from my sky, 
 
 Thy soul-cheering presence restore : 
 Or take me to thee up on high, 
 
 Where winter and clouds are no more. 
 
 1 QQ L. M. cowpee, 
 
 1 OO Fountain of Delujht. 
 
 I THIRST; but not as once I did, 
 •The vain delights of earth to share: 
 Thy wuuuds, Immanuel, all forbid 
 
 That I should seek my pleasures there. 
 2 It was the sight of thy dear cross 
 
 First wean'd my soul from earthly things ; 
 
CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 125 
 And taught me to esteem as dross 
 
 The mirth of fools and pomp of kings. 
 
 3 I want that grace that springs from thee, 
 That quickens all things where it flows, 
 
 And makes a wretched thorn, like me, 
 Bloom as the mj'rtle or the rose. 
 
 4 Dear Fountain of delight unknown! 
 No longer sink below the brim ; 
 
 But overflow, and pour me down 
 A living and life-giving stream ! 
 
 5 For, sure, of all the plants that share 
 The notice of thy Father's eye, 
 
 None proves less grateful to his care, 
 Or yields him meaner fruit, than I. 
 
 | O Q 7s. TOPLADT 
 
 I O V Source of Joy. 
 
 OBJECT of my first desire, 
 Jesus ! crucified for me : 
 All to happiness aspire 
 
 Only to be found in thee : 
 Thee to praise, and thee to know, 
 Constitute our bliss below : 
 Thee to see, and thee to love, 
 Constitute our bliss above. 
 
 2 Lord ! it is not life to live, 
 If thy presence thou deny : 
 
 Lord ! if thou thy presence give, 
 
 'Tis no longer death to die. 
 Source and giver of repose, 
 Singly from tby smile it flows : 
 Peace and happiness are thine — 
 Mine they are> if thou art mine. 
 
 3 "While I feel thy love to me, 
 Every object teems with joy : 
 
 Here, may I walk with thee — 
 Then into thy presence die ! 
 
126 CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 
 
 Let me but thyself possess, 
 Total turn of happiness ! 
 Ileal bliss I then shall prove, 
 Heaven below, and heaven above. 
 
 ]QA C. M. NEWTOK. 
 
 V\J H<rppinexs in Christ alone. 
 JET worldly minds tie world pursue, 
 J It has no charms for me: 
 Once I admired its trifles too, 
 But grace has set me free. 
 
 2 Its pleasures now no longer please, 
 No more content afford : 
 
 Far from my heart be joys like these, 
 Now I have known the Lord. 
 
 3 As by the light of opening day, 
 The stars are all conceal'd : 
 
 So earthly pleasures fade awa}-, 
 When Jesus is reveal'd. 
 
 4 Creatures no more divide my choice, 
 I bid them all depart : 
 
 His name, and love, and gracious voice 
 Have fix'd my roving heart. 
 
 1Q 1 L. M. C. WESLEY, 
 
 V 1 Proverbs iii. 13-18. 
 
 HAPPY the man that finds the grace, 
 The blessing of God's chosen race, 
 The wisdom coming from above, 
 The faith that sweetly works by love. 
 
 2 Happy, beyond description, he 
 
 Who knows " the Saviour died for me V* 
 The gift unspeakable obtains, 
 And heavenly understanding gains. 
 
 3 Wisdom divine ! who tells the price 
 Of wisdom's costly merchandise? 
 Wisdom to silver we prefer. 
 
 And gold is dross compared to her. 
 
CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 127 
 
 4 Her hands arc fill'd with length of days, 
 True riches, and immortal praise — 
 Riches of Christ on all bestow'd, 
 
 And honour that descends from God. 
 
 5 To purest joys she all invites, 
 Chaste, holy, spiritual delights : 
 Her ways are ways of pleasantness, 
 And all her flowery paths are peace. 
 
 6 Happy the man who wisdom gains : 
 Thrice happy who his guest retains : 
 He owns, and shall for ever own, 
 "Wisdom, and Christ, and heaven are one. 
 
 1 QO 11,9. C. WESLEY. 
 
 1 O U Ecstasy of the new-horn Soul. 
 
 HOW happy are they Who their Saviour 
 obey, 
 And have laid up their treasures above ! 
 Tongue cannot express The sweet comfort and 
 peace 
 Of a soul in its earliest love ! 
 
 2 That comfort was mine, When the favour 
 
 divine 
 I first found in the blood of the Lamb : 
 When my heart it believed, What a joy I re* 
 
 ceived, 
 What a heaven in Jesus's name ! 
 
 3 'Twas a heaven below My Redeemer to knovr, 
 And the angels could do nothing more 
 
 Than 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: 
 that all his salvation might see ! 
 He hath loved me, I cried, He hath suffar'd 
 and died, 
 To redeem a poor rebel like me. 
 
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 On the wings of his love I was carried above 
 All sin, and temptation, and pain : 
 
 1 could not believe That I ever should grieve, 
 That I ever should suffer again. 
 
 6 I rode on the sky, Freely justified I, 
 Nor did envy Elijah his seat : 
 
 My soul mounted higher In a chariot of fire, 
 And the moon it was under my feet. 
 
 7 the rapturous height Of that holy delight, 
 "Which I felt in the life-giving blood ! 
 
 Of my Saviour possest, I was perfectly blest, 
 As if fill'd with the fulness of God. 
 
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 10,11. C. WESLEY. 
 
 Heaven below. 
 
 MY God, I am thine, "What a comfort divine, 
 What a blessing to know that my Jesus 
 is mine ! 
 In the heavenly Lamb, Thrice happy I am, — 
 My heart doth rejoice at the sound of his name. 
 
 2 True pleasures abound In the rapturous sound: 
 "Whoever hath found it, hath paradise found : 
 My Jesus to know, And feel his blood flow,— 
 Tis life everlasting, 'tis heaven below. 
 
 3 Yet onward I haste To the heavenly feast: 
 That, that is the fulness : but this is the taste ! 
 And this I shall prove, Till with joy I remove 
 To th' heaven of heavens in Jesus's Jove. 
 
 mS. M. WATT& 
 
 Rejoicing in God. 
 COME, ye that love the Lord, 
 And let your joys be known : 
 Join in a song with sweet accord, 
 While ye surround his throne. 
 
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 2 The sorrows of the mind 
 Bo banish 'd from the place! 
 
 Religion never was design'd 
 To make our pleasures less. 
 
 3 Let those refuse to sing 
 Who never knew our God ; 
 
 But servants of the heavenly King 
 May speak their joys abroad. 
 
 4 The God that rules on high, 
 That all the earth surveys, 
 
 That rides upon the stormy sky, 
 And calms the roaring seas — 
 
 5 This awful God is ours, 
 Our Father and our Love; 
 
 He will send down his heavenly powers. 
 To carry us above. 
 
 6 There we shall see his face, 
 And never, never sin : 
 
 There, from the rivers of his grace, 
 Drink endless pleasures in. 
 
 7 Yea, and before we rise 
 To that immortal state, 
 
 The thoughts of such amazing bliss 
 Should constant joys create. 
 
 8 The men of grace have found 
 Glory begun below: 
 
 Celestial fruit on earthly ground 
 From faith and hope may grow: 
 
 9 The hill of Zion yields 
 
 A thousand sacred sweets, 
 Before we reach the heavenly fields-? 
 Or walk the golden streets. 
 
 10 Then let our songs abound, 
 And every tear be dry : 
 
 We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground 
 To fairer worlds on high. 
 
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 1 Q £ S. M. WATTS. 
 
 Rejoicing in God. 
 
 MY God, my life, mv love ! 
 To thee, to thee I call : 
 
 1 cannot live if thou remove, 
 For thou art all in all. 
 
 2 Thy shining grace can cheer 
 This dungeun where I dwell: 
 
 'Tis paradise when thou art here — 
 If thou depart, 'tis hell. 
 
 3 'To thee, and thee alone, 
 
 The angels owe their bliss : 
 They sit around thy gracious throne, 
 
 And dwell where Jesus is. 
 1 Thou art the sea of love, 
 
 "Where all my pleasures roll, 
 The circle where my passions move, 
 
 And centre of my soul. 
 5 To thee my spirits fly 
 
 With infinite desire ; 
 And yet how far from thee I lie ! 
 
 Jesus, raise me higher. 
 
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 £/U JRejoiciii'j in God. 
 
 MY God, the spring of all my joys, 
 The life of my delights, 
 The glory of my brightest days, 
 And comfort of my nights ! 
 
 2 In darkest shades, if thou appear, 
 My dawning is begun : 
 
 Thou art my soul's bright morning star, 
 And thou my rising sun. 
 
 3 The opening heavens around me ehine 
 With beams of sacred bliss, 
 
 If Jesus show his mercy mine, 
 And whisper I am his. 
 
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 4 My soul would leave this heavy clay 
 At that transporting word, 
 
 Run up with joy the shining way, 
 To see and praise my Lord. 
 
 5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death, 
 I'd break through every foe : 
 
 The wings of love and arms of faith 
 Would bear me conqueror through. 
 
 1 (\rf C. M. WATT3. 
 
 J V I ** The Lord is my portion." 
 
 MY God, my portion, and my love, 
 My everlasting all, 
 I've none but thee in heaven above, 
 Or on this earthly ball. 
 
 2 "What empty things are all the skies, 
 And this inferior clod ! 
 
 There's nothing here deserves my joys, 
 There's nothing like my God. 
 
 3 How vain a toy is glittering wealth, 
 If once compared to thee : 
 
 Or what's my safety, or my health, 
 Or all my friends, to me ? 
 
 4 Were I possessor of the earth, 
 And call'd the stars my own, 
 
 Without thy graces and thyself, 
 I were a wretch undone. 
 
 5 Let others stretch their arms like seas, 
 And grasp in all the shore : 
 
 Grant me the visits of thy face, 
 And I desire no more. 
 
 ]QO L. M. c. WESLEY, 
 
 OQ Seeking perfect Rest in Christ. 
 OTHAT my load of sin were gone ! 
 that I could at last submit 
 At Jesus' feet to lay it down ! 
 To lay my soid at Jesus' feet ! 
 
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 2 Rest for my soul I long to find : 
 Saviour of all, if mine thou art, 
 
 Give me thy meek and lowly mind, 
 And stamp thy image on mj heart. 
 
 3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin, 
 And fully set my spirit free: 
 
 1 cannot rest till pure within, 
 Till I am wholly lost in thee. 
 
 4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God, 
 Thy light and easy burden prove, 
 
 The cross, all stain'd with halluw'd blood, 
 The labour of thy dying love. 
 
 5 I would, but thou must give the power, 
 My heart from every sin release; 
 
 Bring near, bring near the joyful hour, 
 And fill me with thy perfect peace. 
 
 iQQ C. M. . C. WESLEY 
 
 V V Seeking the Best of Faith. 
 LORD, I helieve a rest remains, 
 To all thy people known; 
 A rest where pure enjoyment reigns, 
 And thou art loved alone : 
 
 2 A rest where all our soul's desire 
 Is fix'd on things above : 
 
 Where fear, and sin, and grief expire, 
 Cast out by perfect love. 
 
 3 that I now the rest might know, 
 Believe, and enter in ! 
 
 Now, Saviour, now the power bestow, 
 And let me cease from sin ! 
 
 4 Remove this hardness from my hearty 
 This unbelief remove : 
 
 To me the rest of faith impart, 
 The sabbath of thy love. 
 
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 jQ\J\J Seeking perfect Purification. 
 T?OR ever here my rest shall be, 
 X Close to thy bleeding side : 
 Tills all my hone, and all my plea, 
 For me the Saviour died. 
 
 2 My dying Saviour, ard my God, 
 Fountain for guilt and sin, 
 
 Sprinkle me ever with thy blood, 
 And cleanse and keep me clean. 
 
 3 "Wash me, and make me thus thine own, 
 Wash me, and mine -thou art: 
 
 "Wash me, but not my feet alone, 
 My hands, my head, my heart. 
 
 4 Th' atonement of thy blood apply, 
 Till faith to sight improve, 
 
 Till hope in fufl fruition die, 
 And all my soul be love. 
 
 OA1 CM. C.WESLEY. 
 
 U\J 1 Praying for a holy Heart. 
 
 0F011 a heart to praise my God, 
 A heart from sin set free ! 
 A heart that always feels thy blood, 
 So freely spilt for me ! 
 
 2 A heart resign'd, submissive, meek, 
 My great Redeemer's throne, 
 
 AT here only Christ is heard to speak, 
 Where Jesus reigns alone. 
 
 3 for a lowly contrite heart, 
 Believing, true, and clean! 
 
 Which neither life nor death can part 
 From Him that dwells within: 
 
 4 A heart in every thought renew'd, 
 And full of love divine : 
 
 Perfect, and right, and pure, and good— 
 A copy, Lord, of thine. 
 
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 U\J u Entire Sanctification. 
 
 OCOME and dwell in me, 
 Spirit of power within ! 
 And bring the glorious liberty 
 From sorrow, fear, and sin. 
 
 2 This inward, dire disease, 
 Spirit of health, remove, 
 
 Spirit of finish' d holiness, 
 Spirit of perfect love. 
 
 3 Hasten the joyful day 
 Which shall iriy sins consume, 
 
 "When old things shall be done away,. 
 And all things new become. 
 
 4 I want the witness, Lord, 
 That all I do is right, t 
 
 t According to thy will and word, 
 Well pleasing in thy sight. 
 
 5 I ask no higher state, 
 Indulge me but in this; 
 
 And soon or later then translate 
 To my eternal bliss. 
 
 OAQ 8 > 7 - C. WE&LEY. 
 
 6\JD Perfect Love. 
 
 LOVE Divine, all loves excelling, 
 Joy of heaven, to earth come down : 
 Pix in us thy humble dwelling, 
 
 All thy faithful mercies crown! 
 Jesus, thou art all compassion, 
 
 Pure, unbounded love thou art: 
 Visit us with thy salvation, 
 
 Enter every trembling heart. 
 2 Breathe, breathe thy loving Spirit 
 
 Into every troubled breast ! 
 Let us all in thee inherit, 
 
 Let us find that second rest: 
 
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 Take away our bent to sinning, 
 
 Alpha and Omega be, 
 End of faith, as its beginning: 
 
 Set our hearts at liberty. 
 
 3 Come, almighty to deliver, 
 Let us all thy life receive, 
 
 Suddenly return, and never, 
 Never more thy temples leave : 
 
 Thee -we would be always blessing: 
 Serve thee as thy hosts above : 
 
 Pray, and praise thee without ceasing, 
 Glory in thy perfect love. 
 
 4 Finish, then, thy new creation, 
 Pure and spotless let us be : 
 
 Let us see thy great salvation, 
 
 Perfectly restored in thee : 
 Changed from glory into glory, 
 
 Till in heaven we take our place, 
 Till we cast our crowns before thee, 
 
 Lost in wonder, love, and praise ! 
 
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 Entire Consecration to God. 
 
 FATHER, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
 One in Three, and Three in One, 
 As by the celestial host, 
 
 Let thy will on earth be done : 
 Praise by all to thee be given, 
 Glorious Lord of earth and heaven ! 
 
 2 If so poor a worm as I 
 May to thy great glory live, 
 
 All my actions sanctify, 
 
 All my words and thoughts receive: 
 Claim me for thy service, claim 
 All I have, and all I am. 
 
 3 Take my soul and body's powers: 
 Take my memory, mind, and will : 
 
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 All my goods, and all my hours, 
 
 All I know, and all I feel : 
 All I thinl?, or speak, or do : 
 Take my heart — but make it new ! 
 
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 Entire Consecration. 
 
 LORD, in the strength of grace, 
 With a glad heart and free, 
 Myself, my residue of days, 
 
 I consecrate to thee. 
 2 Thy ransom'd servant, I 
 
 Restore to thee thine own ; 
 And, from this moment, live or dis 
 
 To serve my God alone. 
 L? L. M. J. WESLEY. 
 
 From the FreDch. 
 Entire Co nsecration. 
 
 COME, Saviour, Jesus, from above ! 
 Assist me with thy heavenly grace; 
 Empty my heart of^earthly love, 
 And for thyself prepare the place. 
 
 2 let thy sacred presence fill, 
 And set my longing spirit free, 
 
 Which pants to have no other will, 
 But day and night to feast on thee. 
 
 3 While in this region here below, 
 No other good will I pursue : 
 
 I bid this world of noise and show, 
 With all its glittering snares, adieu ! 
 
 4 That path with humble speed 1*11 seek, 
 In which my Saviour's footsteps shine, 
 
 Nor will I hear, nor will I speak, 
 Of any other love but thine. 
 
 5 Henceforth may no profane delight 
 Divide this consecrated soul : 
 
 Possess it, thou, who hast the right, 
 As Lord and Master of the whole 
 
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 Ory 8.7,4. WILLIAM? 
 
 / The Christian Pilgrimage. 
 
 GUIDE rue, thou great Jehovah, 
 Pilgrim through this barren land : 
 
 1 am weak, but thou art mighty: 
 
 Hold me with thy powerful hand: 
 
 Bread of heaven, 
 Feed me till I want no more. 
 
 2 Open, Lord, the crystal fountain 
 Whence the healing waters flowj 
 
 Let the fiery, cloudy pillar 
 
 Lead me all my journey through: 
 
 Strong deliverer! 
 Le thou still my strength and shield. 
 
 3 When I tread the verge of Jordan, 
 Lid my anxious fears subside : 
 
 Death of death, and hell's destruction, 
 Land me safe on Canaan's side : 
 
 Songs of praises 
 I will ever give to thee. 
 
 7,6,7,6,7,7,7,6. seagrays 
 
 The Christian Pilgrimage. 
 
 SISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings, 
 Thy better portion trace: 
 Rise from transitory things, 
 
 Toward heaven, thy native place: 
 Sun, and inoon,*and stars decay: 
 
 Time shall soon this earth remove: 
 Rise, my soul, and haste away 
 
 To seats prepared above. 
 2 Rivers to the ocean run 
 
 Nor stay in all their course : 
 Fire ascending seeks the sun — 
 
 Both speed them to their source : 
 So a soul that's born of God 
 
 Pants to view his glorious face. 
 Upward tends to his abode, 
 
 To rest in his embrace. 
 
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 3 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn : 
 
 Press onward to the prize : 
 Soon our Saviour will return, 
 
 Triumphant in the skies. 
 Yet a season, and you know 
 
 Happy entrance will be given, 
 All our sorrows left below, 
 
 And earth exchanged for heaven. 
 
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 /Q\JO The Narrow Way. 
 
 THERE is a path that leads to God, 
 All others go astray : 
 Narrow, but pleasant is the road, 
 And Christians love the way. 
 
 2 It leads straight through this world of sin, 
 And dangers must be pass'dj 
 
 But those who boldly walk therein 
 Will come to heaven at last: 
 
 3 While the broad road where thousands go 
 Lies near, and opens fair ; 
 
 And many turn aside, I know, 
 To walk with sinners there. 
 
 4 But lest my feeble' steps should slide, 
 Or wander from the way, 
 
 Lord, condescend to be my guide, 
 And I shall never stray. 
 
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 1 U The Pilgrim's Sang. 
 
 CHILDREN of the heavenly King, 
 As we journey let us sing — 
 Bing our Saviour's worthy praise, 
 Glorious in his works and ways. 
 2 We are travelling home to God, 
 In the way our fathers trod : 
 They are happy now, and we 
 Soon their happiness shall see. 
 
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 3 ye banish'd seed, be glad ! 
 Christ oar Advocate is made — 
 Us to save, our flesh assumes, 
 Brother to our soula becomes. 
 
 4 Fear not, brethren, joyful stand 
 On the borders of our land : 
 Jesus Christ, our Father's Son, 
 Bids us undismay'd go on. 
 
 5 Lord ! obediently we'll go, 
 Gladly leaving all below : 
 Only thou our leader be, 
 And Ave still will follow thee. 
 
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 ,611 Psalm lxxi. 15. 
 
 MY Saviour, my almighty Friend, 
 When I begin thy p raise, 
 Where will the growing numbers end, 
 The numbers of thy grace ? 
 
 2 Thou art my everlasting trust, 
 Thy goodness I adore : 
 
 Send down thy grace, blessed Lord, 
 That I may love thee more. 
 
 3 My feet shall travel all the length 
 Of the celestial road ; 
 
 And march with courage in thy strength 
 To see the Lord my God. 
 
 4 Awake ! awake ! my tuneful powers : 
 "With this delightful song, 
 
 I'll entertain the darkest hours, 
 Nor think the season long. 
 
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 6 1 U The Christian Race. 
 
 AWAKE, my soul ! stretch every nerve, 
 And press with vigour on : 
 A heavenly race demands thy zeal, 
 And an immortal crown. 
 
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 2 A cloud of witnesses around 
 Hold thee in full survey : 
 
 i'orget the steps already trod, 
 And onward urge thy way. 
 
 3 'Tie God's ail-animating voice 
 That calls thee from on high : 
 
 'Tis his own hand presents the prize 
 To thine aspiring eye. 
 
 4 That prize, with peerless glories bright, 
 Which shall new lustre boast, 
 
 When victors' wreaths and monarchs'gems 
 Shall blend in common dust. 
 
 5 Lless'd Saviour ! introduced by thee, 
 Have I my race begun ; 
 
 And crown'd with victory, at thy feet 
 I'll lay my honours down. 
 
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 U 1 O The Christian Warfare. 
 
 Aid I a soldier of the cross, — 
 A follower of the Lamb, — 
 And shall I fear to own his cause, 
 
 Or blush to speak his name ? 
 • 2 Must I be carried to the skies 
 
 On flowery beds of ease, 
 While others fought to win the prize, 
 
 And sail'd through bloody seas ? • 
 3 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 ? 
 i Sure I must fight if I would reign; 
 
 Increase my courage, Lord: 
 I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, 
 
 Supported by thy word. 
 5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war, 
 
 Shall concpuer, though they die ; 
 
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 They see the triumph from afar, 
 
 By faith they bring i; nigh. 
 6 When that illustrious Jay .shall rise, 
 
 And all thine armies shine, 
 In robes of victory, through the skies, 
 
 The glory shall be thine. 
 
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 Zli: Eph. vi.10. • 
 
 SOLDIERS of Christ, arise ! 
 And put your armour on, 
 Strong iu the strength which God supplies, 
 
 Through bis eternal Son : 
 Strong in the Lord of hosts, 
 And in his mighty power, 
 Who in the strength of Jesus trusts 
 Is more than conqueror. 
 
 2 Stand, then, in his great might, 
 With all his strength endued ; 
 
 But take, to arm you for the fight, 
 
 The panoply of God : 
 That having all things done, 
 
 And all your conflicts past, 
 Ye may o'ercome through Christ alone, 
 
 And stand entire at last. 
 
 3 From strength to strength go on, 
 Wrestle, and fight, and pray : 
 
 Tread all the powers of darkness down, 
 
 And win the well-fought day : 
 Still let the Spirit cry, 
 
 In all his soldiers, " Come," 
 Till Christ the Lord descend from high, 
 
 And take the conquerors home. 
 
 Ol ^ 7,7,8,7. C. WESLEY. 
 
 U 1 The Conquerors' Song. 
 
 HEAD of the church triumphant, 
 We joyfully adore thee : 
 
■±'1 CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 
 
 Till thou appear, Thy members here 
 
 Shall sing like those in glory : 
 
 We lift our hearts and voices, 
 
 With blcss'd anticipation, 
 And cry aloud, And give to God 
 
 The praise of our salvation. 
 
 2 While in affliction's furnace, 
 And passing through the fire, 
 
 Thy love we praise, Which knows no davs 
 
 And ever brings us nigher : 
 
 We clap our hands exulting 
 
 In thine almighty favour : • 
 The love divine, Which made us thine, 
 
 Can keep us thine for ever. 
 
 3 Thou dost conduct thy people 
 Through torrents of temptation : 
 
 Nor will we fear, While thou art near, 
 
 The fire of tribulation : 
 
 The world, with sin and Satan, 
 
 In vain our inarch opposes : 
 By thee we shall Break through them all, 
 
 And sing the song of Moses. 
 
 4 By faith we see the glory 
 
 To which thou shalt restore us, 
 The cross despise, For that high prize 
 
 Which thou hast set before us; 
 
 And if thou count us worthy. 
 
 We each, as dying Stephen, 
 Shall see thee stand At God's right hand, 
 
 To take us up to heaven. 
 
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 Humility. — Psalm cxxxi. 
 
 LORD, if thou the grace impart, 
 Poor in spirit, meek in heart, 
 I shall as my Master be 
 Rooted in humiJity. 
 
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 2 From the time that thee I know, 
 Nothing shall I seek bylow, 
 
 Aim at nothing great or high, 
 Lowly both my heart and eye : 
 
 3 Simple, teachable, and mild, 
 Awed into a little child : 
 Quiet now without my food, 
 Wean'd from every creature-good. 
 
 4 Hangs my new-born soul on thee, 
 Kept from all idolatry : 
 
 Nothing wants beneath, above, 
 Happy, happy in thy love. 
 
 5 that all might seek and find 
 Every good in Jesus join'd : 
 Him let Israel still adore, 
 Trust him, praise him evermore. 
 
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 li 1 / Circumspection. 
 
 BE it my only wisdom here 
 To serve the Lord with filial fear, 
 With loving gratitude : 
 Superior sense may^I display, 
 By shunning every evil way, 
 And walking in the good. 
 2 may I still from sin depart : 
 A wise and understanding heart, 
 
 Jesus, to me be given ! 
 And let me through thy Spirit know 
 To glorify my God below, 
 And find my way to heaven. 
 ain C. M. C. WESLET, 
 
 & 1 O A tender Conscience. 
 
 I WANT a principle within 
 Of jealous, godly fear, — 
 A sensibility of sin, 
 A pain to feel it near: 
 
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 1 want the first approach to feel 
 Of pride, or fond desire, — 
 
 To catch the wandering of my will, 
 And quench the kindling fire. 
 
 2 From thee that I no more may part, 
 No mure thy goodness grieve, 
 
 The filial awe, the ileshly heart 
 
 The tender conscience give. 
 Quick as the apple of an eye, 
 
 God, my conscience make 
 Awake my soul when sin is nigh, 
 
 And keep it still awake. 
 
 3 If to the right or left I stray, 
 That moment, Lord, reprove; 
 
 And let me weep my life away 
 
 For having grieved thy love. 
 may the least omission pain 
 
 My well-instructed soul ! 
 And drive me to the blood again 
 
 Which makes the wounded whole. 
 Q 1 Q B. M. c. wesi.bi 
 
 It I U Watchfulness. 
 
 GRACIOUS Redeemer, shake 
 This slumber from my soul! 
 Say to me now, "Awake, awake! 
 And Christ shall make thee whole." 
 
 2 Give me on thee to call, 
 Always to watch and pray, 
 
 Lest I into temptation fall, 
 And cast my shield away. 
 
 3 do thou always warn 
 My soul of evil near ! 
 
 "When to the right or left I turn, 
 Thy voice still let me hear. 
 
 4 " Come back ! this is the way ! 
 Come back ! and walk herein !'* 
 
 may I hearken and obey, 
 And shun the paths of sin ! 
 
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 8,8,6. C. WESLEY. 
 
 Watching unto Prayer. 
 
 HELP, Lord, to whom for help I fly, 
 And still my tempted soul stand by 
 Throughout the evil day : 
 The sacred watchfulness impart, 
 And keep the issues of my heart, 
 And stir me up to pray. 
 
 2 Whene'er my careless hands hang down, 
 let me see thy gathering frown, 
 
 And feel thy warning eye ; 
 And starting, cry from ruin's brink, 
 Save, Jesus, or I yield, I sink ! 
 
 save me, or I die ! 
 
 3 If near the pit I rashly stray, 
 Before I wholly fall away, 
 
 The keen conviction dart ! 
 Recall me by that pitying look, 
 That kind upbraiding glance, which broke 
 
 Unfaithful Peter's heart. 
 
 4 In me thine utmost mercy show, 
 And make me like thyself below, 
 
 Unblamable in grace : 
 Ready prepared and fitted here, 
 By perfect holiness, t' appear 
 
 Before thy glorious face. 
 
 OQ~| CM. MONTGOMERY. 
 
 j6 U 1 Prayer. 
 
 PRAYER is the soul's sincere desire, 
 Utter'd, or unexpress'd: 
 The motion of a hidden fire 
 
 That trembles in the breast. 
 2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh, 
 
 The falling of a tear, 
 The upward glancing of an eye 
 When none but God is near. 
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 3 Prayer is the simplest form of speecil 
 That infant lips can try : 
 
 Prayer, the suhlimest strains that reach 
 The Majesty on high. 
 
 4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, 
 The Christian's native air: 
 
 His watchword at the gates of death, 
 He enters heaven with prayer. 
 
 5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, 
 Returning from his ways, 
 
 "While angels in their songs rejoice, 
 And cry, "Behold, he prays !" 
 
 6 Thou, by whom we come to God, 
 The Life, the Truth, the Way, 
 
 The path of prayer thyself hast trod : 
 Lord, teach us how to pray. 
 
 L. M. STOWELi 
 
 The Mercy-seat. 
 
 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 fellowship with friend 
 Though sunderd far, by faith they meet 
 Around one common mercy-seat. 
 
 4 Ah! whither could we flee for aid 
 When tempted, desolate, dismay'd, 
 Or how the host of hell defeat, 
 Bad suffering saints no mercy-seat? 
 
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 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 let my hand forget her skill, 
 My tongue be silent, cold, and still, 
 This bounding heart forget to beat, 
 Ere I forget the mercy-seat ! 
 
 )•)•) S. M. C.WESLEY. 
 
 i/ClU Keeping the Charge of the Lord. 
 
 A CHARGE to keep I have, 
 A God to glorify, 
 A never-dying soul to save 
 
 And fit it for the sky : 
 
 To serve the present age, 
 
 My calling to fulfil — 
 
 may it all ni}' powers engage, 
 To do my Master's will ! 
 
 2 Arm me with jealous care, 
 
 As in thy sight to live ; 
 And thy servant, Lord, prepare, 
 
 A strict account to give ! 
 Help me to watch and pray, 
 
 And on thyself rely, 
 Assured, if I my trust betray, 
 
 I shall for ever die. 
 
 S. M. C. WESLKT, 
 
 A holy Life. 
 
 GOD of almighty love,— 
 By whose sufficient grace 
 
 1 lift my heart to things above, 
 And humbly seek thy face, — 
 
 Through Jesus Christ, the just, 
 
 My faint desires receive, 
 And let me in thy goodness trust, 
 
 And to thy glory live. 
 
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 2 Whate'er I say or do, 
 Thy glory be niy aim: 
 
 My offerings all be offer'cl through 
 
 The ever-blessed name. 
 Jesus, my single eye 
 
 Be fix'd on thee alone : 
 Thy name be praised on earth, on high. 
 
 Thy will by all be done ! 
 
 3 Spirit of faith, inspire 
 My consecrated heart : 
 
 Fill me with pure, celestial fire, 
 
 With all thou hast and art. 
 My feeble mind transform, 
 
 And, perfectly renew' d, 
 Into a saint exalt a worm— 
 
 A worm exalt to God ! 
 
 L. M. MONTGOMERY 
 
 The St ranger and his Friend. 
 
 A POOR wayfaring man of grief 
 Hath often cross'd me on my way, 
 Who sued so humbly for relief, 
 That I could never answer nay : 
 
 1 had not power to ask his name, 
 Whither he went, or whence he came ; 
 Yet there was something in his eye 
 That won my love, I knew not why. 
 
 2 Once, when my scanty meal was spread, 
 He enter' d — not a word he spake — 
 
 Just perishing for want of bread : 
 
 I gave him all — he blest it, brake, 
 And ate, but gave me part again : 
 Mine was an angel's portion then; 
 For while I fed with eager hasto, 
 Ihe crust was manna to my taste. 
 
 3 I spied him where a fountain burst 
 
 Clear from the rock — his strength was gone J 
 The heedless water mock'd his thirst, 
 He heard it, saw it hurrying on : 
 
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 I ran to raise the sufferer up : 
 
 Thrice from the stream he drain'd my cup, 
 
 Dipt, and return'd it running o'er : 
 
 I drank, and never thirsted more. 
 
 4 'Twas night, the floods were out, it blew 
 A winter hurricane aloof: 
 
 I heard his voice abroad, and flew 
 To bid him welcome to my roof: 
 I warin'd, I clothed, I cheer'd my guest, 
 Laid him on my own coach to rest, 
 Then made the hearth my bed, and seem'd 
 In Eden's garden while I dream'd. 
 
 5 Stript, wounded, beaten nigh to death, 
 I found him by the highway-side : 
 
 I roused his pulse, brought back his breath, 
 
 Revived his spirit, and supplied 
 Wine, oil, refreshment: — he was'heal'd: — 
 I had myself a wound conceal'd ; 
 But from that hour forgot the smart, 
 And peace bound up my broken heart. 
 
 6 In prison I saw him next, condemn' d 
 To meet a traitor's doom at morn : 
 
 The tide of lying tongues I stemm'd, 
 
 And honour'd him mid shame and scorn* 
 My friendship's utmost zeal to try, 
 He ask'd if I for him would die : 
 The flesh was weak, my blood ran chill, 
 But the free spirit cried, "I will!" 
 
 7 Then, in a moment, to my view 
 The stranger darted from disguise : 
 
 The tokens in his hands I knew: 
 
 My Saviour stood before mine eyes ! 
 He spake, and my poor name he named : 
 " Of me thou hast not been ashamed : 
 These deeds shall thy memorial be : 
 Fear not : thou didst them unto me." 
 
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 OOO S. M. L. H. SIGOUKNET, 
 
 AJ Aj\) Beneficence. 
 
 LABOURERS of "Christ, arise, 
 And gird you for the toil ■ 
 The dew of promise from the skies 
 Already cheers the soil. 
 
 2 Go where the sick recline, 
 Where mourning hearts deplore ; 
 
 And where the sons of sorrow pine, 
 Dispense your hallow'd lore. 
 
 3 Urge, with a tender zeal, 
 The erring child along, 
 
 Where peaceful congregations kneel, 
 And pious teachers throng. 
 
 4 Be faith, which looks above, 
 With prayer, your constant guest, 
 
 And wrap the Saviour's changeless love 
 A mantle round your breast. 
 
 5 So shall you share the wealth 
 That earth may ne'er despoil, 
 
 And the blest gospel's saving health 
 Repay your arduous toil. 
 
 QO*Y S. M. MOXTC0MEK7 
 
 UU I Eccles. xi. 6. 
 
 SOW in the morn thy seed, 
 At eve hold not thy hand : 
 To doubt and fear give thou no heed — 
 Broadcast it o'er the land. 
 
 2 Beside all waters sow, 
 
 The highway furrows stock, 
 Drop it where thorns and thistles grow, 
 Scatter it on the rock. 
 
 3 And duly shall appear, 
 
 In verdure, beauty, strength, 
 The tender blade, the stalk, the ear, 
 And the full corn at length. 
 
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 4 Thou canst not toil in vain : 
 Cold, heat, and moist, and dry, 
 
 Shall foster and mature the grain 
 For garners in the sky: 
 
 5 Thence, when the final end, 
 The day of God is come, 
 
 The angel reapers shall descend, 
 And heaven sing, " Harvest home !" 
 
 C)£)Q C. M. DODDRIDGE, 
 
 U L O The Clio ice of Moves. 
 
 MY soul, with all thy waken'd powers, 
 Survey the heavenly prize; 
 Nor let these glittering toys of earth 
 Allure thy wandering eyes. 
 
 2 The splendid crown which Moses sought 
 Still beams around his brow; 
 
 Though soon great Pharaoh's sceptred prida 
 Was taught by death to bow. 
 
 3 The joys and treasures of a day 
 I cheerfully resign : 
 
 Rich in that large immortal store, 
 Secured by grace divine. 
 
 4 Let fools my wiser choice deride, 
 Angels and God approve : 
 
 Nor scorn of men, nor rage of hell, 
 My steadfast soul shall move. 
 
 5 With ardent eye, that bright reward 
 I daily will survey ; 
 
 And in the blooming prospect lose 
 The sorrows of the way. 
 
 00 L. M. DODDRIDGB, 
 
 The Choice of Mary. 
 
 BESET with snares on every hand, 
 In life's uncertain path I stand : 
 Saviour divine ! diffuse thy light 
 To guide my doubtful footsteps right. 
 
152 CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 
 
 2 Engage this roving, treacherous heart 
 To fix on Mary's better part, 
 
 To scorn the trifles of a day, 
 
 For joys that none can take away. 
 
 3 Then let the wildest storms ariso : 
 Let tempests mingle earth and skies : 
 No fatal shipwreck shall I fear, 
 
 But all my treasures with me bear. 
 
 4 If thou, my Jesus, still be nigh, 
 Cheerful I live, and joyful die : 
 Secure, when mortal comforts flee, 
 To find ten thousand worlds in thee. 
 
 000 S > 7 ' GRANT 
 
 6D\) Taking up the Cross. 
 
 JESUS, I my cross have taken, 
 All to leave aud follow thee : 
 leaked, poor, despised, forsaken, 
 
 Thou, from hence, my all shalt be. 
 Perish, every fond ambition, 
 
 All I've sought, or hoped, or known : 
 Yet how rich is my condition, 
 
 God and heaven are still my own ! 
 
 2 Let the world despise and leave me : 
 They have left my Saviour too : 
 
 Human hearts and looks deceive me— 
 Thou art not, like them, untrue. 
 
 And while thou shalt smile upon me, 
 God of wisdom, love, and might, 
 
 Foes may hate, and friends disown me, 
 Show thy face, and all is bright. 
 
 3 Go, then, earthly fame and treasure : 
 Come, disaster, scorn, and pa'a: 
 
 Id thy service pain is pleasure — 
 
 With thy favour loss is gain. 
 I have call'd thee Abba, Father, — 
 
 I have set my heart on theo • 
 Storms may howl, and clouds may gather,— 
 
 All must work for good to me. 
 
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 4 Man may trouble and distress me, — 
 'Twill but drive me to thy breast: 
 
 Life with trials hard may press me, — 
 Heaven will bring me sweeter rest. 
 
 ! 'tis not in grief to harm me, 
 While thy love is left to me : 
 
 ! 'twere not in joy to charm me, 
 Were that joy unmix'd with thee ! 
 
 5 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. 
 Think what Spirit dwells within thee : 
 
 Think what Father's smiles are thine: 
 Think that Jesus died to win thee : 
 
 Child of heaven, canst thou repine ? 
 
 6 Haste thee on from grace to glory,, 
 Arm'd by faith, and wing'd by prayer; 
 
 Heaven's eternal du} r s before thee, 
 
 God's own hand shall guide thee there. 
 
 Soon shall close thine earthly mission, 
 Soon shall pass thy pilgrim da} T s : 
 
 Hope shall change to glad fruition, 
 Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. 
 
 C. M. BRADY & TATS 
 
 Psalm xxxiv. 1-9. 
 
 THROUGH all the changing scenes of lift, 
 In trouble and in joy, 
 The praises of my God shall still 
 
 My heart and tongue employ. 
 2 Of his-deliverance I will boast, 
 
 Till all that are distrest 
 From my example comfort take, 
 
 And charm their griefs to rest. 
 % make but trial of his love. 
 
 Experience will decido 
 
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 How bless'd they are, and only they, 
 
 Who in his truth confide. 
 4 Fear him, ye saints; and you will then 
 
 Have nothing else to fear: 
 Make you his service your delight: 
 Your wants shall be his care. 
 
 C. M. LOGAN 
 
 Jacob's Prayer. 
 
 OGOD of Abram ! by whose hand 
 Thy people still are fed — 
 "Who, through this weary pilgrimage, 
 Hast all our fathers led ! 
 
 2 Our vows, our prayers, we now present 
 Before thy throne of grace: 
 
 God of our fathers, be the God 
 Of their succeeding race. 
 
 3 Through each perplexing path of life 
 Our wandering footsteps guide : 
 
 Give us each day our daily bread, 
 And raiment fit provide ! 
 
 4 spread thy covering wings around, 
 Till all our wanderings cease, 
 
 And at our Father's loved abode 
 Our feet arrive in peace ! 
 
 5 Now, with the humble voice of prayer, 
 Thy mercy we implore : 
 
 Then, with the grateful voice of praise, 
 Thy goodness we'll adore. 
 
 OQO C. M. six lines. 
 
 My times are in thy hand. 
 
 FATHER ! I know that all my life 
 Is portion'd out by thee: 
 The changes that will surely come 
 
 I do not fear to see, 
 But ask thee for a patient mind, 
 Intent on pleasing thee. 
 
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 2 I ask thee for a thankful love, 
 Through constant watchings wise, 
 
 To meet the glad with cheerful smiles, 
 
 To wipe the weeping eyes — 
 A heart at leisure from itself, 
 
 To soothe and sympathize. 
 
 3 I would not have the restless will 
 That hurries to and fro, 
 
 Searching for some great thing to do, 
 Or secret thing to know : 
 
 1 would be dealt with as a child, 
 And guided where to go. 
 
 4 I ask thee for the daily strength, 
 To none that ask denied — 
 
 A mind to blend with outward life, 
 
 While keeping at thy side, 
 Content to fill a little space, 
 So thou be glorified. 
 
 7s. CONDER 
 
 Daily Bread. 
 
 DAY by day the manna fell : 
 to learn this lesson well ! 
 Still by constant mercy fed, 
 Give me, Lord, my daily bread. 
 
 2 " Day by day," the promise reads, 
 Daily strength for daily needs : 
 Cast foreboding fears away: 
 
 Take the manna of to-day. 
 
 3 Lord ! my times are in thy hand : 
 All my sanguine hopes have plann'd 
 To thy wisdom I resign, 
 
 And would make thy purpose mine. 
 
 4 Thou my daily task shalt give : 
 Day by day to thee I live : 
 
 So shall added years fulfil, 
 Not my own — my Father's will. 
 
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156 CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 
 
 20;< 10,11 NEWTON. 
 
 DO The Lord will 'provide. 
 
 THO' troubles assail, And dangers affright, 
 Though friends should all fail, And foea 
 all unite, 
 Yet one thing secures us, "Whatever betide, 
 The promise assures us, The Lord will provide. 
 
 2 The birds without barn Or storehouse are 
 
 fed: 
 From them let us learn To trust for our bread: 
 His saints what is fitting Shall ne'er be denied, 
 So long as 'tis written, The Lord will provide. 
 
 3 We all may, like ships, By tempest be tost 
 On perilous deeps, But need not be lost: 
 Though Satan enrages The wind and the tide, 
 Yet Scripture engages, The Lord will provide. 
 
 4 His call we obey, Like Abram of old : 
 
 We know not the way. But faith makes us 
 bold; 
 
 For though we are strangers, We have a sure 
 guide, 
 
 And trust, in all dangers, The Lord will pro- 
 vide. 
 
 5 No strength of our own, Nor goodness we 
 
 claim, 
 Our trust is all thrown On Jesus's name : 
 In this our strong tower For safety we hide: 
 The Lord is our power, The Lord will provide. 
 
 6 When life sinks apace, And death is in view, 
 The word of his grace Shall comfort us through: 
 Not fearing or doubting, With Christ on our 
 
 side, 
 We hope to die shouting, The Lord will pro- 
 vide. 
 
CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 15' 
 
 286 
 
 Begone, unbelief. 
 
 BEGONE, unbelief! my Saviour is near, 
 And for my relief will surely appear: 
 By prayer let me wrestle, and he will perform : 
 With Christ in the vessel I smile at the storm. 
 
 2 Though dark be my way, since he is my 
 
 guide, 
 'Tis mine to obey, 'tis his to provide: 
 Though cisterns be broken, and creatures all 
 
 fail, 
 The word he has spoken shall surely prevail. 
 
 3 His love, in time past, forbids me to think 
 He'll leave me at last in trouble to sink : 
 Each sweet Ebenezer I have in review, 
 Confirms his good pleasure to help me quite 
 
 through. 
 
 4 Why should I complain of want or distress, 
 Temptation or pain? — he told me no less: 
 The heirs of salvation, I know from his word, 
 Through much tribulation must follow their 
 
 Lord. 
 
 5 How bitter that cup no heart can conceive, 
 Which he drank quite up, that sinners might 
 
 live ! 
 His way was much rougher and darker than 
 
 mine: 
 Did Christ, my Lord, suffer, and shall I repine? 
 
 6 Since all that I meet shall work for my 
 
 good, 
 The bitter is sweet, the medicine food : 
 Though painful at present, 'twill cease before 
 
 long, 
 And then, how pleasant the conqueror's 
 
 song ! 
 
158 CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 
 
 00*Y lls - KIRKHAM. 
 
 &t)'l Precious Promises. 
 
 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 ? 
 
 2 In every condition — in sickness, in health — 
 In poverty's vale, or abounding in wealth — 
 At home and abroad — on tho land, on the sea — 
 "As thy days may demand, shall thy strength 
 
 ever be. 
 
 3 "Fear not: I am with thee: be not dis- 
 
 niay'd ! 
 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 "When through the deep waters I call thee 
 
 to go, 
 The rivers of wo shall not thee overflow ; 
 For I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless, 
 And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress. 
 
 5 "When through fiery trials thy pathway 
 
 shall lie, 
 My grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy supply : 
 The flame shall not hurt thee : I only design 
 Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine. 
 
 6 " E'en down to old age, all my people shall 
 
 prove 
 My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love ; 
 And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn, 
 Like lambs they shall still in my bosom be borne. 
 
 7 " The soul that on Jesus still leans for repose, 
 I will not, I will not desert to his foes : 
 That soul, though all hell should endeavour tt 
 
 shake, 
 I'll never, no never, no never forsake." 
 
CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 159 
 
 0.30 C. M. STEELE. 
 
 /yOO Prayer for Submission. 
 
 FATHER, whate'er of earthly blisa, 
 Thy sovereign will denies, 
 Accepted at thy throne of grace, 
 Let this petition rise : — 
 
 2 Give me a calm, a thankful heart, 
 From every murmur free : 
 
 The blessings of thy grace impart, 
 And make me live to thee. 
 
 3 Let the sweet hope that thou art mine 
 My life and death attend : 
 
 Thy presence through my journey shine, 
 And crown my journey's end. 
 
 OQQ C. M. JANE TAYLOR 
 
 AjDO For Meekness. 
 
 WHEN", for some little insult given, 
 My angry passions rise, 
 I'll think how Jesus came from heaven, 
 And bore his injuries. 
 
 2 He was insulted every day, 
 Though all his words were kind; 
 
 But nothing men could do or say 
 Disturb'd his heavenly mind. 
 
 3 Not all the wicked scoffs he heard 
 Against the truths he taught, 
 
 Excited one reviling word, 
 
 Or one revengeful thought. ' 
 
 4 And when upon the cross he bled, 
 With all his foes in view, 
 
 "Father, forgive them," Jesus said, 
 " They know not what they do." 
 
 5 Dear Saviour, may I learn of thee 
 My temper to amend ! 
 
 But speak that pardoning word for me 
 Whenever I offend. 
 
160 CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 
 
 6) A A C. M. NEWTOM, 
 
 AJlXj Gratitude and Hope. 
 
 AMAZING grace ! (how sweet the sound !) 
 That saved a wretch like me ! 
 
 1 once was lost, but now I'm found — 
 Was blind, but now I see. 
 
 2 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, 
 And grace my fears relieved : 
 
 How precious did that grace appear 
 The hour I first believed ! 
 
 3 Through many dangers, toils, and snares 
 
 1 have already come : 
 
 'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far, 
 And grace will lead me home. 
 
 4 The Lord has promised good to me — ■ 
 His word my hope, secures : 
 
 He will my shield and portion be 
 As long as life endures. 
 
 5 Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail, 
 And mortal life shall cease, 
 
 I shall possess, within the veil, 
 A life of joy and peace. 
 
 i\A | C. M. WATTS, 
 
 /yll Inspiring Hope. 
 
 WHEN I can read my title clear 
 To mansions in the skies, 
 I'll bid farewell to every fear, 
 And wipe my weeping eyes. 
 
 2 Should earth against my soul engage, 
 And fiery darts be hurl'd, 
 
 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 : 
 
 Sol but safely reach my home, 
 My God, my heaven, mj all. 
 
CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 161 
 
 4 There I shall bathe my weary soul 
 
 In seas of heavenly rest, 
 And not a wave of trouble roll 
 
 Across my peaceful breast. 
 
 £l Ji£j Full Assurance of Hops., 
 
 COJME on, my partners in distress, 
 My comrades through the wildernoss, 
 Who still your bodies feel : 
 Awhile forget your griefs and fears, 
 And look beyond this vale of tears 
 
 To that celestial hill, 
 
 • 
 
 2 Beyond the bounds of time and spaca 
 Look forward to that heavenly place, 
 
 The saints' secure abode: 
 On faith's strong eagle-pinions rise, 
 And force your passage to the skies, 
 
 And scale the mount of God. 
 
 3 Who suffer with our Master hero, 
 We shall before his face appear, 
 
 And by his side sit down : 
 To patient faith the prize is sure; 
 And all that to the end endure 
 
 The cross, shall wear the crown. 
 
 4 Thrice blessed, bliss-inspiring hop©! 
 It lifts the fainting spirits up, 
 
 It brings to life the dead : 
 Our conflicts here shall soon be pas^ 
 And you and I ascend at last, 
 
 Triumphant with our Head. 
 
162 DEATH AND 
 
 
 
 SEC. nil- -DEATH AND THE ITTTRE STATS 
 
 MQ C. U. WATT3. 
 
 Psalm xc. 
 GOD ! our help in ages past, 
 Our hope for years to come, 
 Our shelter from the stormy blast, 
 And our eternal home : 
 
 2 Under the shadow of thy throne 
 Still may we dwell secure ! 
 
 Sufficient is thine arm alone, 
 And our defence is sure. 
 
 3 A thousand ages, in thy sight, 
 Are like an evening gone — 
 
 Short as the watch that ends the night 
 Before the rising sun. 
 
 4 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, 
 Bears all its sons away : 
 
 They fly, forgotten, as a dream 
 Dies at the opening day. 
 
 5 God! our help in ages past, 
 Oar hope for years to come : 
 
 Be thou our guard while life shall last, 
 And our perpetual home ! 
 
 Q A A C. M. HEBER, 
 
 (Oil Dwelling among tlie Tombs. 
 
 BENEATH our feet and o'er our head 
 Is equal warning given : 
 Beneath us lie the countless dead — 
 
 Above us is the heaven. 
 2 Death rides on every passing breeze, 
 
 And lurks in every flower : 
 Each season has its own disease, 
 
 Its peril every hour. 
 8 Our eyes have seen the rosy light 
 
 Of youth's soft cheek decay, 
 
THE FUTURE STATE. 
 
 And fate descend in sudden night 
 On manhood's middle day. 
 
 4 Our eyes have seen the steps of age 
 Halt feebly to the tomb j 
 
 And yet shall earth our hearts engage, 
 And dreams of days to come ? 
 
 5 Turn, mortal, turn ! thy danger know : 
 Where'er thy foot can tread 
 
 The earth rings hollow from below, 
 And warns thee of her dead. 
 
 6 Turn, Christian, turn ! thy soul apply 
 To truths divinely given : 
 
 The forms which underneath thee lie 
 Shall live for hell or. heaven. 
 
 Q/J K C. M. WATTS, 
 
 /6lJ A Voice from the Tombs. 
 
 HARK ! from the tombs a doleful sound— 
 My ears, attend the cry : 
 "Ye living men, come view the ground 
 Where you must shortly lie. 
 
 2 "Princes, this clay must be your bed, 
 In spite of all your towers : 
 
 The tall, the wise, the reverend head 
 Must lie as low as ours." 
 
 3 Great God ! is this our certain doom ? 
 And are we still secure ? — 
 
 Still walking downward to the tomb, 
 
 And yet prepared no more ? 
 & Grant us the power of quickening grace, 
 
 To fit our souls to fly : 
 Then, when we drop this dying flesh, 
 
 We'll rise above the sky. 
 
 i)AO C. M. JANE TAYLOR. 
 
 Oil) Uncertainty of Life. 
 
 JHPIS but a short, uncertain space 
 J- Allow'd us here to live : 
 
164 DEAi'H AND 
 
 Death, unperceived, comes on apace, 
 And may no warning give. 
 
 2 Nor great, nor small, nor old, nor young. 
 His fatal dart can fly : 
 
 The rich, the poor, the weak, the strong; 
 Without distinction die. 
 
 3 And shall we trifle and delay, 
 And still keep sinning on, 
 
 Neglect our souls from day to day, 
 Till life and time are gone? 
 
 4 The present moment let us seize, 
 For this alone is ours : 
 
 Now set ourselves our God to please 
 With all our active powers. 
 
 tyAH ^" ^" MONTGOMERY. 
 
 wTl Children numbering their Days. 
 
 YOUNG though in years we be, 
 In health and spirits strong, 
 What is the life of man to Thee ? — 
 
 The longest is not long. 
 A thousand years, a day, 
 
 Are equal in thy sight: 
 Our generations pass away, 
 
 Like watches of the night. 
 2 Lord, make us timely wise 
 
 To know our call of grace, 
 And with the moment, as it flies, 
 
 Run our appointed race : 
 Still keep the end in view, 
 
 Tarry nor turn aside, 
 Perils, allurements, bonds break through, 
 
 Most faithful when most tried ! 
 
 8,6,8,8,6. KDMESTON. 
 
 The Young may die. 
 HE rose-bud yet unblown may lie 
 Wither' d across the way; 
 
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THE FUTURE STATE. 165 
 
 The lamb amid the flock may die, 
 The grave unthought of may be nigh 
 To children young as they. 
 
 2 let not one short day be past, 
 Without a pardon sought: 
 
 Many a day has proved tbe last, 
 
 And suddenly their lot been cast, 
 
 Who little fear'd or thought. 
 
 3 Now, Saviour, bless me; then, whene'es 
 My life or death may be, 
 
 There shall be left no cause for fear, 
 For if removed from living here, 
 A heaven remains for me. 
 
 94Q ' 7 > 6 
 
 /£j±U The Leaves around me falling. 
 
 THE leaves around me falling 
 Are preaching of decay : 
 The hollow winds are calling, 
 Come, pilgrim, come away. 
 The day, in night declining, 
 
 Says I too must decline : 
 
 The year its bloom resigning, 
 
 Its lot foreshadows mine. 
 
 2 The light my pa f .h surrounding, 
 The loves to which I cling, 
 
 The hopes within me bounding, 
 The joys that round me wing — 
 
 All, all, like stars at even, 
 Just gleam and shoot away, 
 
 Pass on before to heaven, 
 And chide at my delay. 
 
 3 The friends gone there before me 
 Are calling from on high, 
 
 And happy angels o'er me, 
 Tempt sweetly to the sky: 
 
166 DEATH AN£> 
 
 Why wait, they say, and wither 
 
 Mid scenes of death and sin? 
 rise to glory, hither, 
 
 And find true life begin. 
 4 I hear the invitation, 
 
 And fain would rise and come, 
 A sinner to salvation, 
 
 An exile to his home. 
 But while I here must linger, 
 
 Thus, thus, let all I see 
 Point on, with faithful finger, 
 
 To heaven, Lord, and thee ! 
 
 *)ZC\ C - M - WATTS. 
 
 AO\J Beu.xiv.U. 
 
 HEAR what the voice from heaven proclaim! 
 For all the pious dead ! 
 Sweet is the savour of their names, 
 And soft their sleeping bed. 
 
 2 They die in Jesus, and are bless'd : 
 How kind their slumbers are ! 
 
 From sufferings and from sins released, 
 And freed from every snare. 
 
 3 Far from this world of toil and strife, 
 They're present with the Lord : 
 
 The labours of their mortal life 
 End in a large reward. 
 
 i) Kj 1 L. M. MACKAY. 
 
 U O JL Asleep in Jesus. 
 
 ASLEEP in Jesus ! blessed sleep 
 From which none ever wakes to weep— 
 A calm and undisturb'd repose, 
 Unbroken by the last of foes. 
 2 Asleep in Jesus ! how sweet 
 To be for such a slumber meet ! 
 With holy confidence to sing 
 That death has lost his venom'd sting.' 
 
THE FUTURE STATE. 167 
 
 3 Asleep in Jesus ! peaceful rest, 
 Whose waking is supremely blest : 
 No fear, no wo, shall dim that hour, 
 That manifests the Saviour's power. 
 
 4 Asleep in Jesus ! for me 
 May such a blissful refuge be : 
 Securely shall my ashes lie, 
 
 And wait the summons from on high. 
 
 5 Asleep in Jesus ! time nor space 
 Affects this precious hiding-place : 
 On Indian plains or Lapland snows 
 Believers find the same repose. 
 
 6 Asleep in Jesus ! far from thee 
 Thy kindred and their graves may be : 
 But thine is still a blessed sleep, 
 From which none ever wakes to weep. 
 
 8,7. COLLYEK, 
 
 The happy Bend. 
 
 THINK, ye who fondly languish 
 O'er the grave of those you love, 
 While your bosoms throb with anguish, 
 
 They are singing hymns above : 
 TThile your silent steps are straying 
 
 Lonely through night's deepening shads, 
 Glory's "brightest beams are playing 
 Round the happy Christian's head. 
 
 2 Light and peace at once deriving 
 
 From the hand of God most high, 
 In his glorious presence living, 
 
 They shall never, never die. 
 Cease, then, mourner, cease to languish 
 
 O'er the grave of those you love : 
 Pain, and death, and night, and anguish, 
 
 Enter not the world above. 
 
168 DEATH AND 
 
 6,6,8,6,8,8. Montgomery 
 . Death of a Friend. • 
 
 I FRIEND after friend departs: 
 Who has not lost a friend? 
 There is no union here of hearts 
 
 That finds not here an end. 
 Were this frail world oar final rest, 
 Living- or dying none were blest. 
 
 2 Beyond the flight of time, 
 Be3 r ond the reign of death, 
 
 There surely is some blessed clime 
 
 Where life is not a breath — 
 Nor life's affections transient fire, 
 Whose sparks fly upward and expire. 
 
 3 There is a world above, 
 Where parting is unknown: 
 
 A long eternity of love, 
 
 Form'd for the good above ; 
 And faith beholds the dying here, 
 Translated to that glorious sphere. 
 
 4 Thus star by star declines, 
 Till all are pass'd away, 
 
 As morning high and higher shines 
 
 To pure and perfect day: 
 Nor sink those stars in empty night, 
 But hide themselves in heaven's own light. 
 
 QKA 8,7. S. F. SMITH. 
 
 60 ± Death of a Sister. 
 
 SISTER, thou wast mild and lovely, 
 . Gentle as the summer breeze, 
 Pleasant as the air of evening 
 
 When it floats among the trees: 
 Peaceful be thy silent slumber, 
 Peaceful in the grave so low : 
 Thou no more wilt join our number, 
 Thou no more our songs shalt know. 
 
THE FUTURE STATE. 169 
 
 2 Dearest sister, thou hast left us, 
 
 Here thy loss we deeply feel ; 
 But 'tis God that hath bereft us: 
 
 He can all our sorrows heal. 
 Yet again we hope to meet thee 
 
 When the day of life is fled, 
 Then in heaven with joy to greet thee, 
 
 Where no farewell tear is shed. 
 
 255 
 
 Death of a Brother. 
 
 FAREWELL, brother! deep and lowly 
 Rest thee on thy bed of clay: 
 Kindred spirits, angels holy, 
 
 Bore thy heavenward soul away: 
 Sad we gave thee to the number 
 
 Laid in yonder icy halls, 
 And above thy peaceful slumber 
 Many a shower of sorrow falls. 
 
 2 Hear our prayer, God of glory, 
 Lowly breathed in sorrow's song : 
 
 Bleeding hearts lie bare before thee — 
 Come, in holy trust made strong ! 
 
 Hark ! a voice moves nearer, stronger, 
 From the shadowy land we dread : 
 
 Mortals ! mortals ! seek no longer 
 Those that live — among the dead. 
 
 3 Farewell, brother ! soon we'll meet thee 
 Where no cloud of sorrow rolls : 
 
 For glad tidings float, how sweetly! 
 
 From the glorious land of souls : 
 Death's cold gloom now parts asunder: 
 
 Lo ! the folding shades are gone: 
 Mourner, upward! yonder, yonder! 
 
 G od's broad day comes pouring on. 
 
170 DEATH AND 
 
 S. M. MONTGOMERY, 
 
 Death of a Minister. 
 
 REST from thy labours, rest, 
 Soul of the just set free ! 
 Blest be thy memory, and blest 
 Thy bright example be. 
 
 2 Now, toil and conflict o'er, 
 Go take with saints thy place : 
 
 But go, as each hath gone before, 
 A sinner saved by grace. 
 
 3 Lord Christ, into thy hands 
 Our pastor we resign : 
 
 And now we wait thine own commands— 
 We were not his, but thine. 
 
 4 Thou art thy church's Head; 
 And when the members die, 
 
 Thou raisest others in their stead — 
 To thee we lift our eye. 
 
 5 On thee our hopes depend : 
 We gather round our Rock : 
 
 Send whom thou wilt, but condescend 
 Thyself to feed thy flock. 
 
 O^T S. M. MONTGOMERY 
 
 /C/O I Death of a Teacher. 
 
 WEEP, little children, weep, 
 A teacher gone before ; 
 For those that loved to see his face, 
 Shall see his face no more. 
 
 2 Yet all whom once he taught 
 To sit at Jesus' feet, 
 
 And seek the blessedness he sought, 
 May him in glory meet. 
 
 3 Grieve, brother teachers ! grieve: 
 With you he bore the cross ; 
 
 And gladly, for a", crown of life, 
 Accounted all things loss. 
 
THE FUTURE STATE. 171 
 
 4 His eye, his voice, his hand 
 Still marshal you along : 
 
 A fearless, firm, united band — 
 Quit you like men — be strong. 
 
 5 Strong in the Lord was he, 
 And valiant for the truth : 
 
 Go. train your little ones to be 
 Christ's soldiers from their youth. 
 
 KO CM. SIGOURNBf 
 
 Death of a Teacher. 
 
 AS, bow'd by sudden storms, the rose 
 Sinks on the garden's breast, 
 Down to the grave our brother goes, 
 
 In silence there to rest. 
 No more with us his tuneful voice 
 The hymn of praise shall swell : 
 No more his cheerful heart rejoice 
 
 When peals the Sabbath-bell. 
 2 Yet, if in yonder cloudless sphere, 
 
 Amid a sinless throng, 
 He utters in his Saviour's ear 
 
 The everlasting song. 
 No more we'll mourn the absent friend, 
 
 But lift our earnest prayer, 
 And daily every effort bend 
 To rise and join him there. 
 L. M. 
 Death of a Scholar. 
 
 A MOURNING class, a vacant seat, 
 Tell us that one Ave loved to meet 
 Will join our youthful throng no more, 
 Till all these changing scenes are o'er. 
 2 No more that voice we loved to hear 
 Shall fill his teacher's listening ear : 
 No more its tones shall join to swell 
 The songs that of a Saviour tell. 
 
172 DEATH AND . 
 
 3 That welcome face, that sparkling eye, 
 And sprightly form, must buried lie 
 Deep in the cold and silent gloom, 
 
 The rayless night that fills the tomb. 
 
 4 God tells ua, by this mournful death, 
 How vain and fleeting is our breath, 
 And bids our souls prepare to meet 
 The trial of his judgment-seat. 
 
 *)&f) C. M. JANE TAYLOR. 
 
 /J\j\J Dea th of a Schola r. 
 
 DEATH has been here, and borne away 
 A brother from our side : 
 Just in. the morning of his day, 
 As young as we, he died. 
 
 2 Not long ago he filPd his place, 
 And sat with us to learn; 
 
 But he has run his mortal race, 
 And never can return. 
 
 3 Perhaps our time may be as short, 
 Our days may fly as fast : 
 
 Lord, impress the solemn thought 
 That this may be our last. 
 
 4 We cannot tell who next may fall 
 Beneath thy chastening rod : 
 
 One must be first ; but let us all 
 Prepare to meet our God. 
 
 O O 1 C. M. STEELE. 
 
 /£U1 Death of a young Person. 
 
 WHEN blooming youth is snatch'd away 
 By death's resistless hand, 
 Our hearts the mournful tribute pay 
 
 Which pity must demand. 
 2 While pity prompts the rising sigh, 
 
 may this truth, impress'd 
 With awful power — I too must die — 
 Sink deep in every breast. 
 
THE FUTURE STATE. 173 
 
 3 Let this vain world delude no more . 
 Behold the gaping tomb ! 
 
 It bids us Beize the present hour — 
 To-morrow death may come. 
 
 4 The voice of this alarming scene 
 Let every heart obey ; 
 
 Nor be the heavenly warning vain 
 Which calls to watch and pray. 
 
 L. M. ■ S. WESLEY, JK, 
 
 Death of a Youth. I Pet. i. 24, 25. 
 
 THE morning flowers display their sweets, 
 And gay their silken leaves unfold, 
 As careless of the noontide heats, 
 As fearless of the evening cold : 
 
 2 Nipp'd by the wind's untimely blast, 
 Parch'd by the sun's directer ray, 
 
 The momentary glories waste, 
 
 The short-lived beauties die away 
 
 3 So blooms the human face divine, 
 When youth its pride of beauty shows: 
 
 Fairer than spring the colours shine, 
 And sweeter than the virgin rose. 
 
 4 Or worn by slowly-rolling years, 
 Of broke by sickness in a day, 
 
 The fading glory disappears, 
 
 The short-lived beauties die away. 
 
 5 Yet these, new rising from the tomb, 
 With lustre brighter far shall shine : 
 
 Revive with ever-during bloom, 
 Safe from diseases and decline- 
 
 6 Let sickness blast, let death devour, 
 
 If heaven must recompense our pains: 
 Perish the grass, and fade the flower, 
 If firm the word of God remains. 
 
174 DEATH AND 
 
 AJ\Jt) Death oj a i>ious Child. 
 
 WHEN sickness, pain, and death • 
 Come o'er a godly child, 
 How sweetly then departs the hreath ! 
 The dying pang how mild ! 
 
 2 It gently sinks to rest, 
 As once it used to do, 
 
 Upon its. mother's tender breast, 
 And as securely too. 
 
 3 The spirit is not dead, 
 Though low the body lies ; 
 
 But, freed from sin and sorrow, fied 
 To dwell beyond the skies. 
 
 4 That death is but a sleep 
 Beneath a Saviour's care ; 
 
 And he will surely safely keep 
 The body resting there. 
 
 Q£ 1 C. M. S. STEXNB5?, 
 
 6\J± Death of a Child. 
 
 r piIY life I read, my gracious Lord, 
 -1- With transport all divine : 
 Thine image trace in every word, 
 Thy love in every line. 
 
 2 Methinks I see a thousand charms 
 Spread o'er thy lovely face, 
 
 While infants in thy tender arms 
 Receive the smiling grace. 
 
 3 "I take these little lambs," said he, 
 "And lay them in my breast: 
 
 Protection they shall find in me, 
 In me be ever blest. 
 
 4 " Death may the bands of life unloose, 
 But can't dissolve my love : 
 
 Millions of infant souls compose 
 The family above. 
 
THE FUTURE STATE. 175 
 
 5 "Their feeble frames my power shall raise, 
 And mould with heavenly skill : 
 
 I'll give them tongues to sing my praise, 
 And hands to do my will." 
 
 6 His words the happy parents hear, 
 And shout with joys divine : 
 
 Saviour, all we have and are 
 Shall be for ever thine. 
 
 C. M. STEELE, 
 
 Death of a Child. 
 
 LIFE is a span, a fleeting hour, — 
 How soon the vapour flics ! 
 Man is a tender, transient flower, 
 
 That e'en in blooming dies. 
 2 Death spreads his withering, wintry arms, 
 
 And beauty smiles no more : 
 Ah ! where are now those rising charms 
 
 Which pleased our eyes before ? 
 ?, That once loved form, now cold a.nd dead, 
 
 Each mournful thought employs : 
 We weep our earthly comforts fled, 
 
 And withered all our joys. 
 4 Hope look^ beyond the bounds of time, 
 
 When what Ave now deplore 
 Shall rise in full, immortal prime, 
 
 And bloom to fade no more. 
 
 OC\C\ CS. SIGOURNEr, 
 
 AJ U U Goto thy rest, my Child. 
 
 GO to thy rest, my child — 
 Go to thy dreamless bed, 
 Gentle, and meek, and mild, 
 
 With blessings on thy head : 
 Fresh roses in thy hand, 
 
 Euds on thy pillow laid, 
 Haste from this fearful land, 
 Where flowers so quickly fade. 
 
176 DEATH AND 
 
 2 Before thy heart might learn 
 In waywardness to stray, — 
 
 Before thy feet could turn 
 
 The dark and downward way, — 
 
 Ere sin might wound thy breast, 
 Or sorrow wake the tear, 
 
 Rise to thy home of rest 
 In yon celestial sphere. 
 
 3 Because thy smile was fair, 
 Thy lips and eyes so bright, — 
 
 Because thy cradle-care 
 
 Was such a fond delight, — 
 Shall love, with weak embrace, 
 
 Thy heavenward flight detain? 
 No, angel ! seek thy place 
 Amid yon cherub train. 
 Q£ry 6,5. MRS. 
 
 4)V I -Dirge. 
 
 ARK to the solemn bell, 
 Mournfully pealing ! 
 "What do its wailings tell, 
 
 On the ear stealing? 
 Seem they not thus to say, 
 Loved ones have pass'd away: 
 Ashes with ashes lay? 
 List to its pealing. 
 
 2 Earth is all vanity, 
 False as 'tis fleeting : 
 
 Grief is in all its joy, 
 
 Smiles with tears meeting: 
 Youth's brightest bupes decay, 
 Pass like mom's gems away, 
 Too fair on earth to stay, 
 Where all is fleeting. 
 
 3 When, in their lonely bed, 
 Loved ones are lying, — 
 
 H 
 
THE FUTURE STATE. 177 
 
 When joyful wings are spread, 
 
 To heaven flying. — ■ 
 Would we to sin and pain 
 Call back their souls again, 
 Weave round their hearts the chain 
 
 Sever'd in dying ? 
 
 4 No, dearest Jesus, no ! 
 
 To thee, their Saviour, 
 Let their free spirits go, 
 
 Ransom'd for ever : 
 Heirs of unending joy, 
 Theirs is the victory : 
 Thine let the glory be, 
 
 Now and for ever. 
 
 *)(\Q CM. HEMANS 
 
 /OUO Requiem. 
 
 CALM, on the bosom of thy God, 
 Fair spirit, rest thee now ! 
 E'en while on earth thy footsteps trod 
 His seal was on thy brow ! 
 
 2 Dust, to its narrow house beneath ! 
 
 Soul, to its place on high ! 
 They that have seen thy look in death 
 
 No more may fear to die. 
 
 269 
 
 The End of Life. 
 
 LO ! on a narrow neck of land, 
 'Twixt two unbounded seas I stand, 
 Secure, insensible : 
 A point of time, a moment's space, 
 Removes me to that heavenly place, 
 Or shuts me up in hell. 
 
 2 God, mine inmost soul convert, 
 And deeply on my thoughtful heart 
 Eternal things impress : 
 12 
 
JJo DEATH AND 
 
 Give me to feel their solemn weight, 
 And tremble on the brink of fata, 
 And wake to righteousness ! 
 
 3 Before me place in dread array 
 The pomp of that tremendous day, 
 
 When thou with elouds shalt come 
 To judge the nations at thy bar; 
 And tell me, Lord, shall I be there, 
 
 To meet a joyful doom? 
 
 4 Be this my one great business here, 
 With serous industry and fear 
 
 Eternal bliss to insure — 
 Thine utmost counsel to fulfil, 
 And suffer all thy righteous will, 
 
 And to the end endure. 
 
 5 Then, Saviour, then my soul receive, 
 Transported from this vale, to live 
 
 And reign with thee above — 
 Where faith is sweetly lost in sight, 
 And hope in full supreme delight, 
 
 And everlasting love. 
 
 270 
 
 S. M. C. WESLEY, 
 
 The End of Life. 
 
 AND am I born to die ? 
 To lay this body down ? 
 And must my trembling spirit fly 
 
 Into a world unknown ? 
 Soon as from earth I go, 
 
 What will become of me? 
 Eternal happiness or wo 
 Must then my portion be ! 
 
 2 Who can resolve the doubt 
 That tears my anxious breast ? 
 
 Shall I be with the damn'd cast out, 
 Or number' d with the blest? 
 
271 
 
 THE FUTURE STATE- 179 
 
 1 most from God be driven, 
 Or with my Saviour dwell — 
 
 Must come at his command to heaven, 
 Or else — depart to hell. 
 
 S. M. C. WESLEY. 
 
 The End of Life. 
 
 OTIIOU that wouidstnot have 
 One wretched sinner die : 
 Who diedst thyself, my soul to save 
 
 From endless misery ! 
 Show me the way to shun 
 
 Thy dreadful wrath severe ; 
 That when thou comest on thy throne, 
 I may with joy appear ! 
 
 2 Thou art thyself the way, 
 Thyself in me reveal ; 
 
 So shall I spend my life's short day 
 
 Obedient to thy will : 
 So shall I love my God, 
 
 Because he first loved me ; 
 And praise thee in thy bright abode 
 
 To all eternity. 
 
 QrVQ S. M. MONTGOMERY, 
 
 6 i U The Issues of Life and Death. 
 
 WHERE shali rest be found, 
 Rest for the weary, soul ? 
 'Twere vain the ocean-depths to sound, 
 
 Or pierce to either pole. 
 The world can never give 
 
 The bliss for which we sigh : 
 'Tis not the whole of life to live, 
 
 Nor all of death to die. 
 2 Beyond this vale of tears 
 
 There is a life above, 
 Unmeasured by the flight of years; 
 
 And all that life is love : 
 
180 DEATH AND 
 
 There is a death whose pang 
 • Outlasts the fleeting breath; 
 ! what eternal horrors hang 
 Around " the second death !" 
 
 3 Lord Grod of truth and grace, 
 
 Teach us that death to shun, 
 Lest we be banish'd from thy face, 
 
 And evermore undone. 
 Here would we end our quest : 
 
 Alone are found in thee, 
 The life of perfect love, — the rest 
 
 Of immortality. 
 
 273 
 
 C. M. C. WESLET, 
 
 The Day of Judgment. 
 
 AXD must I be to judgment brought, 
 And answer in that day 
 For every vain and idle thought, 
 And every word I say ? 
 
 2 Yes, every secret of my heart 
 Shall shortly be made known, 
 
 And I receive my just desert 
 For all that I have done. 
 
 3 How careful, then, ought I to live ! 
 With what religious fear ! 
 
 T »Vho such a strictaccount must give 
 For my behaviour here ! 
 
 4 Thou awful Judge of quick and dead. 
 The watchful power besto^; 
 
 So shall I to my ways take heed, 
 To all I speak or do ! 
 
 5 If now thou standest at the door, 
 
 let me feel thee near ! 
 
 And make my peace with God, before 
 
 1 at thy bar appear. 
 
THE FUTURE STATE. 181 
 
 cyri A 11, 12. MiLMAJt, 
 
 U I Tt The Judgment. 
 
 THE chariot ! the chariot ! its wheels roll in 
 fire, 
 As the Lord cometh down in the pomp of his 
 
 ire: 
 Lo, self-moving it drives on its pathway of 
 
 cloud, 
 And the heavens with the burden of Godhead 
 are bow'd. 
 
 2 The glory ! the glory ! around him are pour'd 
 Mighty hosts of the angels that wait on the 
 
 Lord ; 
 And the glorified saint3 and the martyrs are 
 
 there, 
 And there all who the palm-wreaths of victory 
 
 wear! 
 
 3 The trumpet! the trumpet! the dead have 
 
 all heard: 
 Lo, the depths of the stone-cover'd charnel 
 
 are stirr'd ! 
 From the sea, from the earth, from the south, 
 
 from the north, 
 * All the vast generations of man are come 
 
 forth ! 
 
 4 The judgment ! the judgment ! the thrones 
 
 are all set, 
 Where the Lamb and the white-vested elders 
 
 are met ! 
 There all flesh is at once in the sight of the 
 
 Lord, 
 And the doom of eternity hangs on his word. 
 
 5 mercy ! mercy ! look down from above, 
 Great Creator, on us, thy sad children, with 
 
 love ! 
 
182 DEATH AND 
 
 When beneath to their darkness the wicked 
 
 are driven, 
 May our justified souls find a welcome ia 
 
 heaven ! 
 
 fWrC 8,8,8. ROSCOMHOM, 
 
 (J I O Dies irce. 
 
 r pilE day of wrath, that dreadful day, 
 
 JL Shall the whole world in ashes lay, 
 
 As David and the prophets say. 
 
 The last loud trumpet's wondrous sound 
 
 Shall through the rending tombs rebound, 
 
 And wake the nations under ground. 
 
 2 Nature and Death shall, with surprise, 
 Behold the pale ofi'endfr rise, 
 
 And view the Judge with- conscious eyes, 
 Then shall, with universal dread, 
 The sacred mystic book be read 
 To try the living and the dead. 
 
 3 Thou mighty, formidable King, 
 Thou mercy's unexhausted spring, 
 Some comfortable pity bring : 
 Forget not what mj' ransom cost : 
 Nor let my dear-bought soul be lost, 
 In storms of guilty terror tost. 
 
 4 Thou who for me didst feel such pain, 
 Whose precious blood$the cross did stain. 
 Let not those agonies be vain. 
 
 Thou who wast moved with Mary's grief? 
 And b}' absolving of the thief, ' 
 Hast given me hope, now give relief. 
 
 5 Give my exalted soul a place 
 Among thy chosen right-hand race, 
 The sons of God, and heirs of grace. 
 Prostrate, my contrite heart I rend, 
 My God, my Father, and my Friend, 
 Do not forsake me in my end. 
 
276 
 
 THE FUTURE STATE. 183 
 
 S. M. WATTS, 
 
 Heaven and Hell. 
 
 THERE is beyond the sky 
 A heaven of joy and love, 
 And holy children, when they die, 
 Go to the world above. 
 
 2 There is a dreadful hell, 
 And everlasting pains: 
 
 There sinners mast with devils dwell, 
 In darkness, fire, and chains. 
 
 3 Can such a wretch as I 
 Escape this cursed end ? 
 
 And may I hope, whene'er I die, 
 I shall to heaven ascend? 
 
 4 Then will I read and pray, 
 While I have life and breath, 
 
 Lest I should be cut off to-day 
 And sent t' eternal death. 
 
 nryry l. m. jane taylor. 
 
 Cl I I The wicked Child judged. 
 
 HOW dreadful, Lord, will be the day 
 When all the tribes of dead shall rise, 
 And those who dared to disobey 
 
 Be brought before thine angry eyes ! 
 
 2 The wicked child, who often heard 
 His faithful teachers speak of thee, 
 
 And fled from every serious word, 
 Shall not be able then to flee. 
 
 3 Xo teacher, then, shall bid him pray 
 To him who now the sinner hears, 
 
 For Christ himself shall turn away 
 And show no pity to his tears. 
 
 4 Great God ! I tremble at the thought, 
 And at thy feet for mercy bend, 
 
 That when to judgment I am brought, 
 The Judge himself may be my friend. 
 
184 DEATH AND 
 
 278 
 
 VS. JIOMGOilEET. 
 
 Rev. vii. 13-17. 
 
 WHAT are these in bright array ? 
 This innumerable throng, 
 Round the altar, nigh', and day, 
 
 Tuning their triumphant song ? — 
 "Worthy is the Lamb, once slain, 
 Blessing, honour, glory, power, 
 Wisdom, riches, to obtain, 
 New dominion every hour." 
 
 2 These through fiery trials trod, 
 These from great affliction came : 
 
 Now, before the throne of God, 
 
 Seal'd with his eternal name, 
 Clad in raiment pure and white, 
 
 Victor-palms in every hand, 
 Through their great Redeemer's might 
 
 More than conquerors they stand. 
 
 3 Hunger, thirst, disease, unknown, 
 On immortal fruits they feed: 
 
 Them the Lamb, amidst the throne, 
 
 Shall to living fountains lead : 
 Joy and gladness banish sighs, 
 
 Perfect love dispels their fears ; 
 And for ever from their eyes 
 
 God shall wipe away their tears. 
 
 7s. EDSfESTOH 
 
 Little Travellers entering Heaven. 
 
 LITTLE travellers Zionward, 
 Each one entering into rest, 
 In the kingdom of your Lord, 
 
 In the mansions of the blest : 
 There, to welcome, Jesus waits, 
 
 Gives the crowns his followers win : 
 Lift your heads, ye golden gates ! 
 Let the little travellers in I 
 
 279 
 
1HE FUTURE STATE. 185 
 
 2. Who are they whose little feet, 
 
 Pacing life's dark journey through, 
 Now have reach'd that heavenly seat 
 
 They have ever kept in view ? 
 " I from Greenland's frozen land :" 
 
 " I from India's sultry plain :" 
 "I from Afric's barren sand :" 
 
 " I from islands of the main." 
 
 3 "All our earthly journey past, 
 
 Every tear and pain gone by : 
 Here together met at last, 
 
 At the portal of the sky." 
 Each the welcome " Come" awaits, 
 
 Conquerors over death and sin : 
 Lift your heads, ye golden gates ! 
 
 Let the little travellers in ! 
 
 280 
 
 Heaven. 
 
 THERE is an hour of peaceful rest 
 To mourning wanderers given : 
 There is a joy for souls distrest, 
 A balm for every wounded breast, 
 'Tis found above— in heaven. 
 
 2 There is a home for weary souls, 
 By sin and sorrow driven, 
 
 When toss'd on life's tempestuous shoals, 
 Where storms arise, and ocean rolls,- 
 And ali is drear but heaven. 
 
 3 There, faith lifts up Her cheerful eye, 
 To brighter prospects given ; 
 
 And views the tempest passing by, 
 The evening shadows quickly fly, 
 And all serene in heaven. 
 
 4 There, fragrant flowers immortal bloom. 
 And joys supreme are given : 
 
186 DEATH AND 
 
 There, rays divine disperse the gloom : 
 Beyond the confines of the tomb 
 Appears the dawn of heaven. 
 
 OQ1 8,7,8,7.7,7. kelli 
 
 /601 The' World of Joy. 
 
 WHAT is life ? 'tis but a vapour, 
 Soon it vanishes away : 
 Life is like a dying taper : 
 
 0, my soul, why wish to stay? 
 Why not spread thy wings, and fly ' 
 Straight to yonder world oi'joy? 
 
 2 See that glory, how resplendent ! 
 Brighter far than fancy paints, 
 
 There, in majesty transcendent, 
 
 Jesus reigns, the King of saints. 
 Spread thy wings, my soul, and fly 
 Straight to yonder world of joy ! 
 
 3 Joyful crowds, his throne surrounding, 
 Sing with rapture of his love : 
 
 Through the heavens his praises sounding, 
 
 Filling all the courts above ! 
 Spread thy wings, my soul, and fly 
 Straight to yonder world of joy ! 
 
 4 Go, and share his people's glory ! 
 Midst the ransoui'd crowd appear: 
 
 Thine a joyful, wondrous story, 
 One that angels luve to hear. 
 Spread thy wings, my soul, and fly 
 Straight to yondeV world of joy ! 
 
 OQO C. M. TAYLOH 
 
 ilOCi The World of Glory. 
 
 THERE is a glorious world of light 
 Above the starry sky : 
 "Where saints, departed, clothed in white, 
 Adore the Lord most high. 
 
THE FUTURE STATE. 187 
 
 2 And hark ! amid the sacred songs 
 These heavenly voices raise, 
 
 Ten thousand thousand infant tongues 
 Unite, and perfect praise. 
 
 3 These are the hymns that we shall know ; 
 If Jesus v, e obey : 
 
 That is the place where we shall go, 
 If found in Wisdom's way* 
 
 4 Soon will our earthly race be run, 
 Our mortal frame decay : 
 
 Children and teachers, one by one, 
 Must droop, and pass away. 
 
 5 Great God ! impress the serious thought 
 This day on every breast: 
 
 That both the teachers and the taught 
 May enter into rest. 
 
 283 
 
 The happy Land. 
 
 THERE is a happy land, 
 Far, far away, 
 Where saints in glory stand, 
 
 Bright, bright as day : 
 
 how they sweetly sing. 
 
 Worthy is our Saviour King, 
 
 Loud let his praises ring, 
 
 Praise, praise for aye ! 
 
 2 Come to that happy land, 
 Come, come away : 
 
 Why will ye doubting stand, 
 
 Why still delay? 
 we shall happy be, 
 When, from sin and sorrow freo 2 . 
 Lord, we shall live with thee, 
 
 Blest, blest for aye ! 
 
 3 Bright, in that happy land, 
 Beams every eye, 
 
J8S DEATH AND 
 
 Kept by a Father's hand, 
 
 Love cannot die. 
 0, then, to glory run : 
 Be a crown and kingdom wonj 
 And bright above the sun 
 
 We reign for aye ! 
 
 20 /\ C. M. WATTS, 
 
 Ox The heavenly Canaan. 
 
 THERE is a land of pure delight, 
 Where saints immortal reign : 
 • Infinite day excludes the night, 
 And pleasures banish pain. 
 
 2 There everlasting spring abides, 
 And never-withering flowers : 
 
 Death, like a narrow sea, divides 
 This heavenly land from ours. 
 
 3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood 
 Stand dress'd in living green ; 
 
 So to the Jews old Canaan stood, 
 While Jordan roll'd between. 
 
 4 Could we but climb where Moses stood, 
 And view the landscape o'er, 
 
 Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood. 
 Should fright us from the shore. 
 
 C. M. S. STEXNETT. 
 
 The heavenly Canaan. 
 fX$ Jordan's stormy banks I stand, 
 \J And cast a wishful eye 
 To Canaan's fair and happy land, 
 Where my possessions lie. 
 
 2 the transporting, rapturous scene, 
 That rises to my sight ! 
 
 Sweet fields array'd in living green, 
 And rivers of delight ! 
 
 3 There generous fruits that never fail 
 On trees immortal grow : 
 
THE FUTURE STATE. 189 
 
 There rocks, and hills, and brooks, and vales, 
 With milk and honey flow. 
 
 4 All o'er those wide -extended plains 
 Shines one eternal day : 
 
 There God, the Sun, for ever reigns, 
 And scatters night away. 
 
 5 No chilling winds nor poisonous breath 
 Can reach that healthful shore : 
 
 Sickness and sorrow, pain and death, 
 Are felt and fear'd no more. 
 
 6 When shall I reach that happy place 
 And be for ever blest ? 
 
 When shall I see my Father's face, 
 And in his bosom rest? 
 
 7 Fill'd with delight, my raptured soul 
 Would here no longer stay ! 
 
 Though Jordan's waves around me roll, 
 Fearless I'd launch away. 
 
 0. M. 
 
 The heavenly Jerusalem. 
 
 JERUSALEM, my happy home! 
 Name ever dear to me! 
 When shall my labours have an end, 
 In joy, and peace, and thee ? 
 
 2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls 
 And pearly gates behold ? 
 
 Thy bulwarks, with salvation strong, 
 And streets of shining gold ? 
 
 3 when, thou city of my God, 
 Shall I thy courts ascend, 
 
 Where congregations ne'er break up, 
 And Sabbaths have no end ? 
 
 4 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, 
 Nor sin nor sorrow know : 
 
 Bless'd seats ! through rude and stormy scenes 
 I onward press to you. 
 
190 DEATH AND 
 
 5 Why should I shrink at pain and wo ? 
 Or feel at death dismay ? 
 
 I've Canaan's goodly land in view, 
 And realms of endless day. 
 
 6 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there, 
 Around my Saviour stand; 
 
 And soon my friends in Christ below 
 Will join the glorious bund. 
 
 7 Jerusalem ! my happy home ! 
 My soul still pants for thee : 
 
 Then shall my labours have an end, 
 When I thy joys can see. 
 
 OQ r 7' Us. MUHLENBERG. 
 
 /60 i " I icould not live alicay." 
 
 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 ita 
 cheer. 
 
 2 I would not live alway : no — welcome the 
 
 tomb, 
 Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its 
 
 gloom : 
 There, sweet be my rest, till He bid me arise, 
 To hail him in triumph descending the skies. 
 
 3 Who, who would live alway, away from hia 
 
 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 : 
 
 4 Where the saints of all ages in harmony 
 
 meet, 
 Their Saviour and brethren transported to 
 greet : 
 
TIIE FUTURE STATE. 191 
 
 While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, 
 And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the 
 
 soul! 
 OQQ 7,6,7,6,7,7,7,7. 
 
 ^00 Visions of Heaven. 
 
 BURST, ye emerald gates, and bring 
 To my raptured vision, 
 All th' ecstatic joys that spring 
 
 Round the bright elysian: 
 Lo ! we lift our longing eyes : 
 Break, ye intervening skies: 
 Sun of righteousness, arise, 
 Ope the gates of paradise ! 
 3 Floods of everlasting light 
 
 Freely flash before him: 
 Myriads, with supreme delight, 
 
 Instantly adore him: 
 Angel trumps resound his fame : 
 Lutes, of lucid gold, proclaim 
 All the music of his name : 
 Heaven echoing the theme. 
 
 3 Four-and-twenty elders rise 
 From their princely station, 
 
 Shout his glorious victories, 
 Sing his great salvation, 
 Cast their crowns before his throne, 
 Cry, in reverential tone, 
 Glory be to God alone, 
 Holy ! holy ! holy One. 
 
 4 Hark ! the thrilling symphonies 
 Seem, methinks, to seize us : 
 
 Join we, too, the holy lays, 
 
 Jesus, Jesus, Jesus ! 
 Sweetest sound in seraph's song, 
 Sweetest note on mortal's tongue^ 
 Sweetest carol ever sung — 
 Jesus — Jesus flow along. 
 
192 DEATH AND 
 
 OQQ C. M. C. WE; 
 
 /yOt/ Visions of Heaven. 
 
 AND let this feeble body fail, 
 And let it droop or die, 
 My soul shall quit the mournful vale, 
 
 And soar to worlds on high, — 
 Shall join the disembodied saints, 
 
 And find its long-sought rest, 
 That only bliss for which it pants, 
 In my Redeemer's breast. 
 
 2 In hope of that immortal crown, 
 I now the cross sustain ; 
 
 And gladly wander up and down, 
 And smile at toil and pain : 
 
 I suffer out my threescore years, 
 Till my Deliverer come, 
 
 And wipe away his servant's tears, 
 And take his exile home. 
 
 3 Surely he will not long delay : 
 I hear his Spirit cry, 
 
 " Arise, my love, make haste away ! 
 
 Go, get thee up and die. 
 O'er death, who now has lost his sting 
 
 I give thee victory ; 
 And with me my reward I bring, 
 
 I bring my heaven for thee." 
 
 4 Lord, I the welcome word receive; 
 Thee on the mount adore, 
 
 For thy dear sake content to live 
 Some painful moments more. 
 
 I live in holy grief and joy, 
 On Pisgah's top I stand, 
 
 And life's important point employ, 
 To view the promised land. 
 
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 OQA CM. C. WESLET. 
 
 £lU\J Visions of Hear en 
 
 OWHAT hath Jesus bought for me J 
 Before my ravish'd eyes 
 Rivers of life divine I see, 
 
 And trees of paradise ! 
 They flourish in perpetual bloom, 
 
 Fruit every month they give ; 
 And to the healing leaves who come 
 Eternally shall live. 
 
 2 I see a world of spirits bright, 
 Who reap the pleasures there ! 
 
 They all are robed in spotless white, 
 And conquering palms they bear : 
 
 Adorn'd by their Redeemer'^ grace, 
 They close pursue the Lamb, 
 
 And every shining front displays 
 Th' unutterable name. 
 
 3 They drink the vivifying stream, 
 They pluck th' ambrosial fruit, 
 
 And each records the praise of Him 
 
 Who tuned his golden lute : 
 At once they strike th' harmonious wi*3, 
 
 And hymn the great Three-One : 
 He hears: he smiles; and all the choir 
 
 Fall down before his thrwne. 
 
 4 what are all my sufferings here, 
 If, Lord, thou count me meet 
 
 With that enraptured host t' appear, 
 
 And worship at thy feet ! 
 Give joy or grief, give ease or pain:— 
 
 Take life or friends away, 
 1 come to find them all again 
 
 In that eternal day. 
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194 DEATH AND 
 
 291 
 
 C. M. C. WESLE? 
 
 The full Assurance of Hope. 
 
 HOW happy every child of grace, 
 Who knows his sins forgiven ! 
 This earth, he cries, is not my place, 
 
 I seek my place in heaven : 
 A country far from mortal sight — 
 
 Yet, ! hy faith I see 
 The land of rest, the saints' delight, 
 The heaven prepared for me. 
 
 2 A stranger in the world below, 
 I calmly sojourn here : 
 
 Nor can its happiness or wo 
 
 Provoke my hope or fear. 
 Its evils in a moment end, 
 
 Its joys as soon are past ; 
 But ! the bliss to which I tend 
 
 Eternally shall last. 
 
 3 To that Jerusalem above 
 With singing I repair : 
 
 While in the flesh, my hope and love, 
 
 My heart and soul, are there. 
 There my exalted Saviour stands, 
 
 My merciful High Priest, 
 And still extends his wounded hands, 
 
 To take me to his breast. 
 
 C. M. C. WESLET, 
 
 The full Assurance of Hope. 
 
 WHAT is there here to court my stay, 
 To hold me back from home, 
 While angels beckon me away, 
 
 And Jesus bids me come ? ' 
 Shall I regret my parted friends 
 
 Still in the vale confined ? 
 Nay, but whene'er my soul ascends, 
 
 They will not stay behind. 
 2 The race we all are running now; 
 
 And if I first attain, 
 
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 They too, their willing head shall bow — 
 
 Th 3y, too, the prize shall gain. 
 Now on the brink of death we stand, 
 
 And if I pass before, 
 They all shall soon escape to land, 
 
 And hail me on the shore. 
 3 Then let me suddenly remove 
 
 That hidden life to share : 
 
 1 shall not lose my friends above, 
 But more enjoy them there. 
 
 There we in Jesus' praise shall join, 
 
 His boundless love proclaim ; 
 \.nd solemnize, in songs divine, 
 
 The marriage of the Lamb. 
 
 • )QO CM. C. WESLEY, 
 
 i*£/0 Tlie full Assurance of Hope. 
 
 OWHAT a blessed hope is ours ! 
 While here on earth we stay, 
 We more than taste the heavenly powers, 
 
 And antedate that day : 
 We feel the resurrection near, 
 Our life in Christ conceal'd, 
 And with his glorious presence here 
 Our earthen vessels fill'd. 
 
 2 would he more of heaven bestow ! 
 And let the vessels break ; 
 
 And let our ransom' d spirits go, 
 
 To grasp the God we seek : 
 In rapturous awe on him to gaze, 
 
 Who bought the sight for me, 
 And shout, and wonder at his grace 
 
 To all eternity. 
 
 OQ/j C. M. C. WESLEY"- 
 
 AjVjI The whole Family in Heaven and Earth, 
 
 C10ME, let us join our friends above, ' 
 ' That have obtain'd the prize j 
 And on the eagle wings of love 
 To joys celestial rise : 
 
196 DEATH AND 
 
 Let all the saints terrestrial sing, 
 
 With those to glory gone ; 
 For all the servants of our King, 
 
 In earth and heaven, are one. 
 
 2 One family we dwell in him, 
 One church above, beneath, 
 
 Though now divided by the stream, 
 The narrow stream of death. 
 
 One army of the living God, 
 To his command w«. bow : 
 
 Part of his host have cross'd the flood, 
 And part are crossing now. 
 
 3 Ten thousand to their endless home 
 This solemn moment fly ; 
 
 And we are to the margin come, 
 
 And we expect to die : 
 His militant embodied host, 
 
 With wishful looks we stand. 
 And long to see that happy coast, 
 
 And reach the heavenly land. 
 
 4 Our old companions in distress 
 We haste again to see, 
 
 And eager long for our release, 
 
 And full felicity. 
 E'en now by faith we join our hands 
 
 With those that went before; 
 And greet the blood-besprinkled bands 
 
 On the eternal shore. 
 
 5 Our spirits too shall quickly join, 
 Like theirs with glory crown'd, 
 
 And shout to see our Captain's sign, 
 To hear his trumpet sound. 
 
 that we now might grasp our Guide ! 
 that the word were given ! 
 
 Come, Lord of hosts, the waves divide, 
 And land us all in heaven ! 
 
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 b )Q^ CM. JANE TAYLOR. 
 
 jCiUU Eternity. 
 
 HOW long sometimes a day appears ! 
 And weeks, how long are they! 
 Months move along, as if the years 
 "Would never pass away. 
 
 2 But months and years are passing by, 
 And soon must all be gone ; 
 
 For day by day, as minutes fly, 
 Eternity comes on. 
 
 3 Days, months, and years must have an end, 
 Eternity has none : 
 
 'Twill always have as long to spend 
 As when it first begun. 
 
 4 Great God, an infant cannot tell 
 How such a thing can be : 
 
 1 only pray that I may dwell 
 That long, long time with thee. 
 
 QQO S. M. MONTGOMERY 
 
 U V For ever with the Lord. 
 " T^OR ever with the Lord!" 
 
 JD Amen, so let it be : 
 Life from the dead is in that word, 
 'Tis immortality. 
 
 2 Here, in the body pent, 
 Absent from him I roam ; 
 
 Yet nightly pitch my moving tent 
 A day's march nearer home. 
 
 3 My Father's house on high, 
 Home of my soul, how near, 
 
 At times, to faith's foreseeing eye, 
 Thy golden gates appear. 
 
 4 Ah ! then my spirit faints 
 To reach the land I love, 
 
 The bright inheritance of saints, 
 Jerusalem above. 
 
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 297 
 
 SECT. IX -EARLY PIETY 
 
 S.M. 
 1 Chron. xxviii. 9. 
 "j\/TY son, know thou the Lord, 
 111 Thy father's God obey : 
 Seek his protecting care by night, 
 His guardian hand by day. 
 
 2 Call while he may be found, 
 And seek him while he's near : 
 
 Serve him with all thy heart and mind, 
 And worship him with fear. 
 
 3 If thou wilt seek his face, 
 His ear will hear thy cry : 
 
 Then shalt thou find his mercy sure, 
 His grace for ever nigh. 
 
 4 But if thou leave thy God, 
 Nor choose the path to heaven, 
 
 Then shalt thou perish in thy sins, 
 And never be forgiven. 
 
 QQQ C. M. DODDRIDGS, 
 
 /Ot/O Prov. viii. 17. 
 
 YE hearts with youthful vigour warm, 
 In smiling crowds draw near, 
 And turn from every mortal charm, 
 A Saviour's voice to hear. 
 
 2 He, Lord of all the worlds on high, 
 Stoops to converse with you ; 
 
 And lays his radiant glories by, 
 Your friendship to pursue. 
 
 3 " The soul that longs to see my face 
 Is sure my love to gain ; 
 
 And those that early seek my grace 
 Shall never seek in vain." 
 
 4 What object, Lord, my soul should move 
 If once compared with thee ? 
 
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 What beauty should command my love, 
 
 Like what iu Christ I see ? 
 5 Away, ye false, delusive toys, 
 
 Vain tempters of the mind ! 
 'Tis here I fix my lasting choice, 
 And here true bliss I find. 
 QQQ CM. Gibbons. 
 
 /JUV Eccl. xii. 1. 
 
 IN the soft season of thy youth, 
 In nature's smiling bloom, 
 Ere age arrives, and trembling waits 
 
 Its summons to the tomb, — 
 Remember thy Creator now : 
 
 For him thy powers employ : 
 Make him thy fear, thy love, thy hope, 
 
 Thy confidence, and joy. 
 2 He shall defend and guide thy youth 
 
 Through life's uncertain sea, 
 Till thou art landed on the coast 
 
 Of bless'd eternity : 
 Then seek the Lord betimes, and choose 
 
 The path of heavenly truth : 
 This earth affords no lovelier sight 
 
 Than a religious youth. 
 
 8 A A 7,6. s. F. SMITH 
 
 UU Eccl. xii. 1. 
 
 " "TOEMEMBER thy Creator" 
 
 XV While youth's fair spring is bright, 
 Before thy cares are greater, 
 
 Before comes age's night : 
 While yet the sun shines o'er thee, 
 
 While stars the darkness cheer, 
 While life is all before thee, 
 
 Thy great Creator fear. 
 2 " Remember thy Creator" 
 
 Ere life resigns its trust, 
 
200 EARLY PIETY. 
 
 Ere sinks dissolving nature, 
 
 And dust returns to dust: 
 Before with God, who gave it, 
 
 The spirit shall appear, 
 He cries, who died to save it, 
 
 " Thy great Creator fear." 
 
 OUI Eccl'.xii.l. 
 
 OIN the morn of life, when youth 
 With vital ardour glows, 
 And shines in all the fairest charms 
 That beauty can disclose, 
 
 2 Deep in thy soul, before its powers 
 Are yet by vice enslaved, 
 
 Be thy Creator's glorious name 
 And character engraved : 
 
 3 Ere yet the shades of sorrow cloud 
 The sunshine of thy days ; 
 
 And cares and toils, in endless round, 
 Encompass all thy ways : 
 
 4 Ere yet thy heart the woes of age 
 With vain regret deplore," 
 
 And sadly muse on former joys, 
 That now return no more. 
 
 5 True wisdom, early sought and gain'd, 
 In age will give thee rest: 
 
 then improve the morn of life, 
 To make its evening blest ! 
 
 OAO L - M. WATT 
 
 OU/6 Eccl. xii. 1-1 
 
 NOW, in the heat of ycuthful blood, 
 Remember your Creator, God: 
 Behold the months come hastening on 
 When you shall say' — My joys are gone. 
 2 Behold, the aged sinner goes, 
 Laden with guilt and heavy woes. 
 
EARLY PIETY. 201 
 
 Down to the regions of the dead, 
 With endless curses on his head. 
 
 3 The dust returns to dust again : 
 The soul, in agonies of pain, 
 Ascends to God : not there to dwell; 
 But hears her doom, and sinks to hell. 
 
 4 Eternal King, I fear thy name! 
 Teach me to know how frail I am ; 
 And when my soul must hence remove, 
 Give me a mansion in thy love. 
 
 8AQ CM. DODDEIDGB, 
 
 UO Matt. vi. 33. 
 
 NOW let a true ambition rise, 
 And ardour fire our breast, 
 To reign in worlds above the skies 
 In heavenly glories drest. 
 
 2 Behold Jehovah's royal hand 
 A radiant crown d it-play, 
 
 Whose gems with vivid lustre shine, 
 While stars and suns decay. 
 
 3 Away, each grovelling, anxious care, 
 Beneath a Christian's thought ! 
 
 spring to seize immortal joys, 
 Which your Redeemer bought. 
 
 4 Ye hearts, with youthful vigour warm, 
 The glorious prize pursue ; 
 
 Nor fear the want of earthly good 
 While heaven is kept in view. 
 
 8A/I C. M. cowrER. 
 
 Ul Appeal to the Young. 
 
 GRACE is a plant, where'er it grow?. 
 Of pure and heavenly root; 
 But fairest in the youngest shows, 
 
 And yields the sweetest fruit. 
 2 Ye careless ones, hear betimes 
 The voice of sovereign love ! 
 
202 BAKLY PIETY. 
 
 Your youth is stain'd wifh many crimes, 
 But mercy reigns above. 
 
 3 True, you are young, but there's a stone 
 Within the youngest breast, 
 
 Or half the crimes which you have done 
 Would rob you of your rest. 
 
 4 For 3 t ou the public prayer is made — 
 join the public prayer ! 
 
 For you the secret tear is shed — 
 shed yourselves a tear ! 
 
 5 We pray that you may early prove 
 The Spirit's power to teach : 
 
 You cannot be too young to love 
 That Jesus whom we preach. 
 
 t)\JU Strive, for the way is strait. 
 
 STRIVE, for the way is strait 
 In which the Saviour trod ; 
 And narrow is the gate 
 
 That leadeth up to God : 
 Cut off the ensnaring hand, 
 
 Pluck out the ensnaring eye: 
 Turn ye at God's command : 
 Sinners, why will ye die ? 
 
 2 Strive, for there are but few 
 Who find the living way : 
 
 Children, alas ! will you 
 
 Still blindly go astray ? 
 shun the crowded gate, 
 
 Though wide it seem, and fair: 
 'Twill bring you, soon or late, 
 
 To anguish and despair. 
 
 3 Strive, ere life's setting sun 
 Shall sink in thickest gloom : 
 
 Strive, night is coming on : 
 Ye hasten to the tomb. 
 
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 Ask, mercy shall be given : 
 
 Seek as for hidden gold : 
 Knock, and the Lord of heaven 
 
 The gates will wide unfold. 
 
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 UO Invitation to the Young. 
 COME, youthful sinners, come, haste to tho 
 Saviour : 
 Come, ye young wanderers, cling to his side : 
 Kneel at his mercy-seat, sue for his favour, 
 Lambs of his bosom, for whom he hath died. 
 
 2 Come to his temple-gate, come in life's 
 
 morning : 
 Give up your souls to the Guide of your 
 youth : 
 How fair is grace, the young bosom adorning .' 
 What robe so pure as the raiment of truth ? 
 
 3 Can you find pleasure in pathways unholy ? 
 Hope ye for wisdom in wandering from 
 
 God? 
 Sorrow and shame wait the votaries of folly : 
 Earth has no comfort not found in his blood. 
 
 4 Has he not died for you ? look to Moriah : 
 There see the tokens of sorrow and love. 
 
 Lives he not now for you ? Jesus the Saviour 
 Bled and ascended to crown you above. 
 
 • >ArY "8s. BRACKENBERRV. 
 
 OU I The Saviour's Invitation. 
 
 COME, children, 'tis Jesus commands : 
 The voice of your Saviour obey : 
 When Jesus inviting you stands, 
 
 No trifles should turn you away. 
 2 Though children in stature and years, 
 
 Salvation is needed by you ; 
 For children, it plainly appears, 
 Must answer for all that they do. 
 
20-i EARLY PIETY. 
 
 3 Then give to the Saviour your heart, 
 And learn without further delay: 
 
 He'll teach you to choose the good part, 
 Which ne'er shall be taken away. 
 
 4 His hand shall supply all your wants.. 
 Though ever so many or great : 
 
 His love shall redress your complaints, 
 And render your portion complete. 
 
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 Go, thou, in Life's fair Morning. 
 
 GO, thou, in life's fair morning — ■ 
 Go in the bloom of youth, 
 And buy, for thy adorning, 
 
 The precious pearl of truth : 
 Secure this heavenly treasure, 
 
 And bind it on thy heart; 
 And let not worldly pleasure 
 E'er cause it to depart. 
 
 2 Go, while the day-star shineth— > 
 Go, while thy heart is light — 
 
 Go, ere thy strength declineth, 
 AVhile every sense is bright : 
 Sell all thou hast, and buy it : 
 
 'Tis worth all earthly things- 
 Rubies, and gold, and diamonds, 
 Sceptres, and crowns of kings. 
 
 3 Go, ere the clouds of sorrow 
 Steal o'er the bloom of youth : 
 
 Defer not till to-morrow : 
 Go now, and buy the truth. 
 
 Go seek thy great Creator, 
 Learn early to be wise : 
 
 Go, place upon his altar 
 A morning sacrifice I 
 
EARLY PIETY. 205 
 
 3AQ L. M. T. 0. SUMMERS. 
 
 \Ju First Commandment. 
 
 THE gods that gave us not our birth, 
 The god? that made not heaven and earth, 
 Perish their names ! no gods are they — 
 We east them all in seorn away. 
 
 2 But, Lord, idolaters are we, 
 
 If we withhold our hearts from thee: 
 Self and the world our idols are, 
 If they our chief affections share. 
 
 3 set up in our hearts thy throne, 
 Destroy thy rivals — reign alone : 
 Maker of heaven, and earth, and sea, 
 We'll have no other gods but thee ! 
 
 81 A L. M. T. O. SUMMERS. 
 
 1 U Second Commandment. 
 
 FATHER, we approach thy throne 
 In spirit and in truth alone; 
 For naught in heaven, or earth, or sea, 
 Can represent thy majesty. 
 
 2 How they insult a jealous God, 
 How they provoke his vengeful rod, 
 "Who render worship, fear, or love 
 To aught beside the Power above. 
 
 3 Lord, save us from this fearful sin, 
 Which by a thousand forms creeps in : 
 Thy word alone our guide shall be, 
 And by its light we'll worship thee. 
 
 6s. MRS. SIGOURNET. 
 
 Third Commandment. 
 
 HUSH ! little Christian child ! 
 Speak nut that holy name — 
 Not with a laughing lip, 
 
 Not in thy playful game : 
 For the great God of all 
 Heareth each word we say: 
 
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206 EARLY PIETY. 
 
 He will remember it 
 At the great judgment-day. 
 
 2 Hush ! for his hosts unseen 
 Are watching over thee : 
 
 His angels spread their wings, 
 
 Thy shelter kind to be. 
 Wilt thou, with words profane, 
 
 Rash and undutiful, 
 Scatter thine angel guards, 
 
 Glorious and beautiful ? 
 
 3 Honour God's holy name, 
 Speak it with thought and care; 
 
 Sing to it holy hymns, 
 
 Breathe it in earnest prayer; 
 But not with sudden cry, 
 
 In thy light joy or pain : 
 " God will hold guilty all 
 
 Who take his name in vain." 
 
 O I O L. M. WATTS, 
 
 1 u Against profane Language. 
 \ NGELS, that high in glory dwell, 
 CjL Adore thy name, Almighty God ! 
 
 r.nd devils tremble down in hell, 
 
 Beneath the terrors of thy rod. 
 
 1 And yet how wicked children dare 
 Abuse thy dreadful glorious name ! 
 
 And when they're angry, how they swear, 
 
 And curse their fellows, and blaspheme. 
 { How will they stand before thy face, 
 
 Who treated thee with such disdain, 
 jThile thou shalt doom them to the place 
 
 Of everlasting fire and pain ! 
 * Then never shall one cooling drop 
 
 To quench their burning tongues be given* 
 ?ut I will praise thee here, and hope 
 
 Thus to employ my tongue *n heaven. 
 
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 5 My heart shall be in pain to hear 
 Wretches affront the Lord above : 
 
 'Tis that great God -whose power I fear, 
 That heavenly Father whom I love. 
 
 6 If my companions grow profane, 
 
 I'll leave their friendship when I hear 
 Young sinners take thy name in vain, 
 And learn to curse, and learn to swear. 
 
 Q 1 Q C. M. "WATTS 
 
 O 1 O Against Scoffing. 
 
 OUR tongues were made to bless the Lord. 
 And not speak ill of men : 
 When others give a railing word, 
 We must not rail again. 
 
 2 Cross words and angry names require 
 To be chastised at school ; 
 
 And he's in clanger of hell-fire, 
 •That calls his brother fool. 
 
 3 But lips that dare be so profane, 
 To mock, and jeer, and scoff 
 
 At holy things, or holy men, 
 The Lord shall cut them off. 
 
 4 When children, in their wanton play, 
 Served old Elisha so, 
 
 And bade the prophet go his way — 
 "Go up, thou bald head, go — " 
 
 5 God quickly stopp'd their wicked breat'a, 
 And sent two raging bears, 
 
 That tore them limb from limb to death, 
 With blood, and groans, and tears. 
 
 6 Great God ! how terrible art thou 
 To sinners e'er so young ! 
 
 Grant me thy grace, and teach me how 
 To tame and rule my tongue. 
 
208 EARLY PIETY. 
 
 VI X Against Trifling in Church. 
 
 IN God's own house for me to play, 
 While Christians meet to hear and pray, 
 Is to profane his holy place, 
 And tempt the Almighty to his face. 
 
 2 When angels bow before the Lord, 
 And devils tremble at his word, 
 Shall I, a feeble mortal, dare 
 
 To mock, and sport, and trifle there ? 
 
 3 When death, the king of fears, shall come, 
 To call me to my latest home, 
 
 The thoughts of such a shameful part, 
 With bitter pain would pierce my heart. 
 
 81 X L. M. RHODES, 
 
 -1 t) Fourth Commandment. 
 
 THE Lord commands his day shall be 
 A day of holiness and prayer — 
 A day of rest from industry, 
 
 Prom vain pursuits, and worldly care. 
 
 2 The rude, the ignorant, and base, 
 The Lord's most holy Sabbath break : 
 
 They run from all the means of grace, 
 And by their sin destruction seek ! 
 
 3 When children in their early days 
 Begin the Sabbath to profane — 
 
 Led by example in the ways 
 
 Of wickedness and pleasures vain — 
 
 4 The Lord of sabbath they despise, 
 More harden'd in their baseness grow, 
 
 Till mighty vengeance from the skies 
 Shall hurl them down to endless wo. 
 
 81 P C. M. WATT8. 
 
 1 Fifth Commandment. 
 
 LET children that would fear the Lord, 
 Hear what their teachers say, 
 
EARLY PIETY. 209 
 
 With reverence meet their parents' word, 
 And with delight ohey. 
 
 2 Have we not heard what dreadful plagues 
 Are threaten'd by the Lord, 
 
 To him who breaks his father's law, 
 Or mocks his mother's word ? 
 
 3 What heavy guilt upon him lies ! 
 How cursed is his name ! 
 
 The ravens shall pick out his eyes, 
 And eagles eat the same. 
 
 4 But those that worship God, and give 
 Their parents honour due, 
 
 Here on this earth they long shall live, 
 And live hereafter too. 
 
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 1 I Obedience to Parents. 
 
 HOLY child of heavenly birth, 
 God made manifest on earth, 
 Fain would I thy follower be, 
 Live in every thing like thee. 
 
 2 Thou whom angels serve and fear, 
 Subject to thy parents here, 
 
 Didst to me the pattern give, 
 How with mine I ought to live. 
 
 3 Thy humility impart, 
 Give me thy obedient heart, 
 Free and cheerful to fulfil 
 
 All my heavenly Father's will. 
 
 4 Keep me thus to God resign'd, 
 Till his love delights to find 
 Fairly copied out on me 
 
 All the mind that was in thee. 
 
 81 O CM. WATTS, 
 
 1 O Sixth Commandment. 
 
 LET dogs delight to bark and bite, 
 For God hath made them so : 
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210 EARLY PIETY. 
 
 Let bears and lions growl and fight, 
 For 'tis their nature too. 
 
 2 But, children, you should never let 
 Such angry passions rite : 
 
 Your little hands were never made 
 To tear each other's eyes. 
 
 3 Let love through all your actions run, 
 And all your words be mild : 
 
 Live like the blessed virgin's Son, 
 That sweet and lovely child. 
 
 4 His soul was gentle as a lamb; 
 And, as his stature grew, 
 
 He grew in favour both with man 
 And God his Father too. 
 
 5 Now, Lord of all. he reig-;.- above, 
 And, from his heavenly throne, 
 
 He sees what children dwell in love. 
 And marks them for his own. 
 
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 7s. 
 
 Against Cruelty to Animals. 
 
 SWEET it is to see a child 
 Tender, merciful, and mild : 
 Ever ready to perform 
 Acts of kindness to a worm : 
 Grieving that the world should be 
 Such a scene of misery — 
 Scene in which the creatures groan 
 For transgressions not their own. 
 2 God is love, and never can 
 Bless or love a cruel man : 
 Mercy rules in every breast 
 Where the Spirit deigns to rest. 
 "We ourselves to mercy owe 
 Our escape from endless wo; 
 And the merciless in mind 
 Shall themselves no mercy find. 
 
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 OOfj C. M. WATTS. 
 
 t)/£t \J Seventh Commandment. 
 
 PURE are the joys above the sky, 
 And all the region peace : 
 No wanton lip, nor envious eye, 
 
 Can see or taste the bliss. 
 2 Those holy gates for ever bar 
 
 Pollution, sin, and shame: 
 None shall obtain admittance tbere 
 But followers of the Lamb. 
 
 C. M. WATTS, 
 
 Against bad Company. 
 
 WHY should I join with those in play 
 In whom I've no delight? 
 "Who curse and swear, but never pray? 
 
 Who call ill names, and fight? 
 2 I hate to hear a wanton song : 
 
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 Their words offend my ears 
 I would not dare defile my tongue 
 "With language such as theirs. 
 
 3 Away from fools I'll turn my eyes, 
 Nor with the scoffers go : 
 
 I would be walking with the wise, 
 That wiser I might grow. 
 
 4 From one rude boy, that's used to mock, 
 Ten learn the wicked jest: 
 
 One sickly sheep infects the flock, 
 And poisons all the rest. 
 
 5 My God, I hate to walk or dwell 
 With sinful children here : 
 
 Then let me not be sent to hell, 
 Where none but sinners are. 
 
 8,7. WATTS, 
 
 Eighth Commandment. 
 
 WHY should I deprive my neighbour 
 Of his goods against his will 1 
 
212 EARLY PIETY. 
 
 Hands were made for honest labour, 
 Not to plunder or to steal. 
 
 2 'Tis a foolish self-deceiving 
 
 By such tricks to hope for gain : 
 All that's ever got by thieving 
 
 Turns to sorrow, shame, and pain. 
 
 3 Have not Eve and Adam taught ua 
 Their sad profit to compute ? 
 
 To what dismal state they brought us 
 "When they stole forbidden fruit? 
 
 4 Oft we see a young beginner 
 Practice little pilfering ways, 
 
 Till grown up a harden a sinner : 
 Then the gallows ends his days. 
 
 5 Theft will not be always hidden, 
 Though we fancy none can spy : 
 
 When we take a thing forbidden, 
 God beholds it with his eye. 
 
 6 Guard my heart, God of heaven ! 
 Lest I covet what's not mine : 
 
 Lest I steal what is not given, 
 
 Guard my heart and hands from sin. 
 
 8 00 I*. M. WATT8* 
 
 At) Ninth Commandment. 
 
 O'TIS a lovely thing for youth 
 To walk betimes in wisdom's way, 
 To fear a lie, to speak the truth, 
 That we may trust to all they say. 
 
 2 But liars we can never trust, 
 
 Though they should speak the thing that'* 
 true; 
 And he that does one fault at first, 
 And lies to hide it, makes it two. 
 
 3 Have we not known, or heard, or read, 
 How God abhors deceit and wrong ? 
 
 How Ananias was struck dead, 
 
 Caught with a lie upon his tongue ? 
 
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 4 So did his wife Sapphira die, 
 When she came in, and grew so bold 
 
 As to confirm that wicked lie, 
 
 That just before her husband told. 
 
 5 The Lord delights in them that speak 
 The words of truth ; but every liar 
 
 Must have his portion in the lake 
 
 That burns with brimstone and with fire. 
 
 6 Then let me always watch my lips, 
 Lest I be struck to death and hell, 
 
 Since God a book of reckoning keeps 
 For every lie that children tell. 
 
 Ou I Tenth Commandment. 
 
 LORD, keep my heart from vain desires, 
 And thy sweet love impart; 
 For all thy holy law requires 
 Is keeping of the heart. 
 
 2 If vain desire once enters in, 
 It wanders to and fro, 
 
 And kindles till it brings forth sin, 
 And sin eternal wo. 
 
 3 Keep me resign'd to what thy will 
 May give or take away, 
 
 Resolved that I my part fulfil, 
 And praying that I may. 
 
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 O/UU The Ten Commandments. 
 
 ONE God I must worship supreme, 
 And ne'er before images bow : 
 
 1 must not speak light of his name, 
 But pay to him every vow. 
 
 2 Fm bound to remember, with care, 
 The Sabbath so hallow'd and pure — 
 
 To honour my parents so dear, 
 That life may the longer endure. 
 
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 3 I never must steal, or consent 
 To what is impure or untrue : 
 
 1 must not indulge discontent, 
 
 Or covet my neighbour his due. 
 
 4 Now help me, Father in heaven, 
 
 To keep these commandments with zeal, 
 In the strength that through Jesus is given 
 To those who are doing thy will. 
 
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 /6U Sum of the Commandments. 
 LOVE God with all your soul and strength, 
 With all your heart and mind; 
 And love your neighbour as yourself — 
 Be faithful, just, and kind. 
 
 2 Deal with another, as you'd have 
 Another deal with you : 
 
 What you're unwilling to receive 
 Be sure you never do. 
 
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 I LOVE the volumes of thy word : 
 What light and joy these leaves afford 
 To souls benighted and distressed ! 
 Thy precepts guide my doubtful way, 
 Thy fear forbids my feet to stray, 
 Thy promise leads my heart to rest. 
 
 2 From the discoveries of thy law 
 The perfect rules of life I draw : 
 
 These are my study and delight: 
 Not honey so invites the taste ; 
 Nor gold that has the furnace pass'd 
 
 Appears so pleasing to the sight. 
 
 3 Thy threatenings wake my slumbering eyes, 
 And warn me where my danger lies; 
 
 But 'tis thy blessed gospel, Lord, 
 
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 That makes my guilty conscience clean, 
 Converts my soul, subdues my sin, 
 
 And gives a free but large reward. 
 4 "Who knows the errors'of his thoughts.' 
 My God, forgive my secret faults, 
 
 And from presumptuous sins restrain: 
 Accept my poor attempts of praise, 
 That I have read thy book of grace 
 
 And book of nature not in vain. 
 
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 /CO Psalm x\vi. 4. 
 
 THERE is a stream whose gentle flow 
 Supplies the city of our God : 
 Life, love, and joy still gliding through, 
 
 And watering our divine abode. 
 2 That sacred stream, thy holy word, 
 
 Supports our faith, our fear controls : 
 Sweet peace thy promises afford, 
 
 And give new strength to fainting souls. 
 
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 U V Psalm cxix. 
 
 HOW shall the young secure their hearts 
 And guard their lives from sin ? 
 Thy word the choicest rules imparts 
 To keep the conscience clean. 
 
 2 When once it enters to the mind, 
 It spreads such light abroad, 
 
 The meanest souls instruction find, 
 And raise their thoughts to God. 
 
 3 'Tis, like the sun, a heavenly light, 
 That guides us all the day ; 
 
 And, through the dangers of the night, 
 A lamp to lead our way. 
 
 4 Thy word is everlastiug truth : 
 How pure is every page ! 
 
 That holy book shall guide our youth, 
 And well support our age. 
 
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 OTHAT I, like Timothy, 
 Might the Holy Scriptures know 
 From mine early infancy, 
 
 Till for God mature I grow ! 
 Made unto salvation wise, 
 Ready for the glorious prize ! 
 
 2 Jesus, all-redeeming Lord, 
 Full of truth, and full of grace, 
 
 Make me understand thy word : 
 
 Teach me in my youthful days 
 Wonders in thy word to see, 
 Wise through faith which is in thee. 
 
 3 Open thou mine eyes of faith : 
 Open now the book of God : 
 
 Show me here the sacred path 
 
 Leading to thy bless'd abode : 
 Wisdom from above impart — 
 Speak the meaning to my heart. 
 
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 The Bible 2>reciou8. 
 
 THIS is a precious book indeed : 
 Happy the child that loves to read ! 
 'Tis God's own word, which he has given 
 To show our souls the way to heaven. 
 2 It tells us how the world was made, 
 And how good men the Lord obey'd: 
 Here his commands are written too, 
 To teach us what we ought to do. 
 8 It bids us all from sin to fly, 
 Because our souls can never die : 
 It tells of heaven, where angels dwell, 
 And warns us to escape from hell. 
 
 4 But, what is more than all beside, 
 The Bible tells us Jesus diedl 
 
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 This is its best, its chief intent, 
 
 To lead poor sinners to repent. 
 
 5 Let us be thankful that we may 
 
 Read th s good Bible every day : 
 
 'Tis God's oven word, which he has given 
 
 To show our souls the way to heaven. 
 
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 Holy Bible! Booh divine! 
 
 HOLY Bible ! book divine ! 
 Precious treasure, thou art mine ! 
 Mine, to tell me whence I came, 
 Mine, to tell me what I am. 
 
 2 Mine, to chicle me when I rove, 
 Mine, to show a Saviour's love : 
 Mine art thou to guide my feet, 
 Mine, to judge, condemn, acquit. 
 
 3 Mine to comfort in distress, 
 If the Holy Spirit bless : 
 Mine, to show by living faith 
 Man can triumph over death. 
 
 4 Mine, to tell of joys to come, 
 And the rebel sinner's doom : 
 
 thou precious book divine ! 
 Precious treasure, thou art mine ! 
 
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 Teachings of the Bible. 
 
 THE praises of my tongue 
 I offer to the Lord, 
 That I was taught and learnt so young 
 To read his holy word : 
 
 2 That I am brought to know 
 The danger I was in, 
 
 By nature and by practice too, 
 A wretched slave to sin : 
 
 3 That I am led to see 
 
 I can do nothing well : — 
 
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 And whither shall a sinner flee 
 To save himself from hell ? 
 
 4 Dear Lord! this book of thine 
 Informs me where to go 
 
 For grace to pardon all my sin, 
 And make me holy too. 
 
 5 Here I can read and learn 
 How Christ, the Son of God, 
 
 Has undertook our great concern : 
 Our ransom cost his blood. 
 
 6 And now he reigns above : 
 He sends hi.- Spirit down 
 
 To show the wonders of his love, 
 And make his gospel known. 
 
 7 may that Spirit teach, 
 And make my heart receive 
 
 Those truths which all thy servants rre» ch, 
 And all thy saints believe. 
 
 8 Then shall I praise the Lord 
 In a more cheerful strain, 
 
 That I was taught to read his word, 
 And have not learnt in vain. 
 
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 OO^t The Excellence of the Bible. 
 
 GREAT God! with wonder and with prafce, 
 On all thy works I look ; 
 But still thy wisdom, power, and grace, 
 Shine brighter in thy book. 
 
 2 The stars, that in their courses roll, 
 Have much instruction given ; 
 
 But thy good word informs my soul 
 How I may climb to heaven. 
 
 3 The fields provide me food, and show 
 The goodness of the Lord; 
 
 But fruits of life and glory grotv 
 In thy most holy word. 
 
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 4 Here are my choicest treasures hid, 
 Here iny best comfort lies : 
 
 Here my desires are satisfied, 
 And hence my hopes arise. 
 
 5 Lord, make me understand thy law, 
 Show what my faults have been ; 
 
 And from thy gospel let me draw 
 Pardon for all my sin. 
 
 6 Here I would learn how Christ has died 
 To save my soul from ltell : 
 
 Not all the books on earth beside. 
 Such heavenly wonders tell. 
 
 7 Then let me love my Bible more, 
 And take a fresh delight 
 
 By day to read these wonders o'er, 
 And meditate by night. 
 
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 DO The Bible prized. 
 
 THIS is the field where hidden "-<>3 
 The pearl of price unknown ; 
 That merchant is divinely wise, 
 Who makes the pearl his own. 
 
 2 Here consecrated water flows 
 To quench my thirst of sin : 
 
 Here the fair tree of knowledge grows, 
 Nor danger dwells therein. 
 
 3 This is the judge that ends the strife 
 Where wit and reason fail, 
 
 My guide to everlasting life, 
 Through all this gloomy vale. 
 
 4 may thy counsels, mighty God, 
 My roving feet command ! 
 
 Nor I forsake the happy road 
 That leads to thy right hand. 
 
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 V\J Lelighting in the Word. 
 FATHER of mercies, in thy word 
 What endless glory shines ! 
 For ever be thy name adored 
 For these celestial lines. 
 
 2 Here may the -wretched sons of want 
 Exhaustless riches find : 
 
 Riches above what earth can grant, 
 And lasting as the mind. 
 
 3 Here the fair tree of knowledge grows, 
 And yields a free repast : 
 
 Subiimer sweets than nature knows, 
 Invite the longing taste. 
 
 4 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice 
 Spreads heavenly peace around ; 
 
 And life and everlasting joys 
 Attend the blissful sound. 
 
 5 may these heavenly pages be 
 My ever dear delight; 
 
 And still new beauties may I see, 
 And still increasing light ! 
 
 6 Divine Instructer, gracious Lord, 
 Be thou for ever near : 
 
 Teach me to love thy sacred word, 
 And view my Saviour there. 
 
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 O I Obligations for the Gospel. 
 LORD, I ascribe it to thy grace, 
 Acd not to chance, as others do, 
 That I was born of Christian race, 
 
 And not a heathen nor a Jew. 
 2 "What would the ancient Jewish kings 
 And Jewish prophets once have given, 
 Could they have heard those glorious thing? 
 Which Christ reveal'd and bro't from heaven J 
 
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 3 How glad the heathen would have been, 
 That worshipp'd idols, wood, and stone, 
 
 If they the book of God had seen, 
 Or Jesus and his gospel known ! 
 
 4 Then if this gospel I refuse, 
 
 How shall I e'er lift up mine eyes? 
 For all the Gentiles and the Jews 
 Against me will in judgment rise. 
 
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 DO Christian Privileges prized. 
 GREAT God ! to thee my voice I raise, 
 To thee my youngest hours belong : 
 
 1 would begin niy life with praise, 
 Till growing years improve the song. 
 
 2 'Tis to thy sovereign grace I owe 
 That I was born on Christian ground, 
 
 Where streams of heavenly mercy flow, 
 And words of sweet salvation sound. 
 
 3 I would not change my native land 
 For rich Peru, with all her gold : 
 
 A nobler prize lies in my hand 
 Than east or western Indies hold. 
 
 4 How do I pity those that dwell 
 Where ignorance and darkness reigns : 
 
 They know no heaven, they fear no hell — 
 Those endless joys, those' endless pains. 
 
 5 Thy glorious promises, Lord, 
 Kindle my hopes and my desire: 
 
 While all the preachers of thy word 
 Warn me to 'scape eternal fire. 
 
 6 Thy praise shall still employ my breath, 
 Since thou hast mark'd my way to heaven i 
 
 Nor will I run the road to death, 
 
 And waste the blessings thou hast given. 
 
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 OV Solemn Thoughts. 
 
 THERE is a God that reigns above, 
 Lord of the heavens, and earth, and seas: 
 
 1 fear his wrath, I ask his love, 
 And with my lips I sing his praise. 
 
 2 There is a law that he has writ, 
 To teach us all what we must do: 
 
 My soul, to his commands submit, 
 For they are holy, just, and true. 
 
 3 There is a gospel of rich grace, 
 Whence sinners all their comfort draw: 
 
 Lord, I repent, and seek thy face, 
 For I have often broke thy law. 
 
 4 There is an hour when I must die. 
 Nor do I know how soon 'twill come : 
 
 A thousand children young as I 
 
 Are call'd by death to hear their doom.' 
 
 5 Let me improve the hours I have, 
 Before the day of grace is fled : 
 
 There's no repentance in the grave, 
 Nor pardon offer'd to the dead. 
 
 6 Just as a tree cut down, that fell 
 
 To north or southward, there it lies : 
 So man departs to heaven or hell, 
 Fix'd in that state wherein he dies. 
 
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 lU Good Resolutions. 
 
 COME, let us now forget our mirth, 
 And think that we must die : 
 What are our best delights on earth, 
 
 Compared with those on high! 
 2 Our pleasures here will soon be past — 
 
 Our brightest joys decay; 
 Cut pleasures there for ever last, 
 And cannot fade away. 
 
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 3 Here sins and sorrows we deplore, 
 With many cares distrest : 
 
 But there the mourners weep no more, 
 And there the weary rest. 
 
 4 Our dearest friends, when death shall call; 
 At once must hence depart ; 
 
 But there we hope to meet them all, 
 And neyer, never part. 
 
 5 Then let us love and serve the Lord 
 With all our youthful powers ; 
 
 And we shall gain this great reward, 
 This glory shall be nurs. 
 
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 Oil Th e w ise Cho ice. 
 
 WHY should we spend our youthful days 
 In folly and in sin, 
 When wisdom shows her pleasant ways, 
 And bids us walk therein ? 
 
 2 Polly and sin our peace destroy, 
 They glitter and are past : 
 
 They yield us but a moment's joy, 
 And end in death at last. 
 
 3 But, if true wisdom we possess, 
 Our joys shall never cease: 
 
 Her ways are ways of pleasantness, 
 And all her paths are peace. 
 
 4 may we, in our youthful days, 
 Attend to wisdom's voice; 
 
 And make these holy, happy ways, 
 Our own delightful choice ! 
 
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 Choosing the Better Part. 
 
 MANY voices seem to say, 
 "Hither, children — here's the way; 
 Haste along and nothing fear — 
 Every pleasant thing is here 1" 
 
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 2 Yes — but whither would ye lead? 
 Is it happiness indeed? 
 
 Or a little shining show, 
 Leading down to death and wo? 
 
 3 We were made for better things : 
 High as heaven our nature springs : 
 Like the lark that upward flies, 
 We were made to seek the skies. 
 
 4 We were made to love and fear 
 That great God who placed us here: 
 Made to study and fulfil 
 
 All his good and holy will. 
 
 5 We were made to work awhile, 
 Cheerful at our work to smile : 
 Thinking, as we labour thus, 
 
 Of the heaven prepared for us. 
 
 6 So, a pleasant path we'll tread, 
 By the hand of Jesus led, 
 
 Till from sin and sorrow freed — 
 Ours is happiness indeed ! 
 
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 ±0 We will serve the Lord. 
 YOUTH, health, and strength are ours to-day^ 
 And years to come in prospect lie ; 
 But youth, health, strength, must soon decay, 
 This year — this moment, we may die. 
 
 2 Brought to the altar of the Lord, 
 Eternal enmity we now 
 
 To sin and Satan would record — 
 To Christ eternal homage vow. 
 
 3 Lord, to thyself our spirits draw, 
 Bind our affections with thy love : 
 
 Incline our hearts to keep thy law, 
 And fix our hopes on things above. 
 
 4 The fragrance, dew, and flower of youth, 
 The health and strength of nature's prime, 
 
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 We here present — ! thine, in truth, 
 Be all our talents, all our time. 
 
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 TTT: The Folly and C> hue of Delay. 
 
 OTIS a tolly and a crime 
 To put religion by ! 
 For how is the accepted time; 
 To-morrow we may die. 
 
 2 Our hearts grow harder every day, 
 And more depraved the mind — 
 
 The longer we neglect to pray, 
 The le^.> we feel inclined. 
 
 3 Yet sinners trifle, young and old, 
 Until their dying day ; 
 
 Then they would give a world of gold 
 To have an hour to pray. 
 
 4 then, lest we should perish thus, 
 Let us no longer wait: 
 
 For time will soon be past with us, 
 And death must fix our state. 
 
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 xO Danger of Delay. 
 
 WHY should I say 'tis yet too soon 
 To seek for heaven, or think of death? 
 A flower may fade before 'tis noon, 
 And I this day may lose my breath. 
 
 2 If this rebellious heart of mine 
 Despise the gracious calls of Heaven, 
 
 I may be harden'd in my sin, 
 
 And never have repentance given. 
 
 3 What if the Lord grow wroth and swear, 
 While I refuse to read and pray, 
 
 That he'll refuse to lend an ear 
 To all my groans another day : 
 
 4 What if his dreadful anger burn, 
 While I refuse his offer'd grace, 
 
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 And all his love to fury turn, 
 
 And strike me dead upon the place ! 
 
 5 'Tis dangerous to provoke a God, 
 
 His power and vengeance none can tell, 
 One stroke of his almighty rod 
 
 Shall send young sinners quick to hell. 
 
 6 Then 'twill for ever he in vain 
 To cry for pardon and for grace, 
 
 To wish I had my time again, 
 Or hope to see my Maker's face. 
 
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 1U Against Idleness. 
 
 HOW doth the little busy bee 
 Improve each shining hour, 
 And gather honey all the day 
 From every opening flower. 
 
 2 How skilfully she builds her cell ! 
 How neat she spreads her wax ! 
 
 And labours hard to store it well 
 With the sweet food she makes. 
 
 3 In works of labour, or of skill, 
 
 1 would be busy too ; 
 
 For Satan finds some mischief still 
 For idle hands to do. 
 
 4 In books, or works, or healthful play, 
 Let my first years be past, 
 
 That I may give for every day 
 Some good account at last. 
 
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 Against Idleness. 
 
 IDLE boys and men are found 
 Standing on the devil's ground : 
 He will find them work to do, 
 He will pay their wages too. 
 
 2 Are they not of wisdom void, 
 Those tbat saunter unemploy'd : 
 
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 Young or old, who fondly play 
 Their important time away ? 
 
 3 We by idleness expose 
 Our own souls to endless woes : 
 We, whenever loitering thus, 
 Tempt the devil to tempt us. 
 
 4 Jesus, help ! to thee we pray : 
 Take the cursed root away : 
 Idleness far off remove, 
 Let us thee and labour love : 
 
 5 All our time and vigour give, 
 Serve our Maker while we live : 
 Use for God the talents given, 
 Work on earth, and rest in heaven. 
 
 C. M. WATTS, 
 
 The Cliild'8 Complaint. 
 
 WHY should I love my sport so well, 
 So constant at my play ; 
 And lose the thoughts of heaven and hell, 
 And then forget to pray ? 
 
 2 What do I read my Bible for, 
 But, Lord, to learn thy will ? 
 
 And shall I daily know thee more, 
 And less obey thee still? 
 
 3 How senseless is my heart, and wild ! 
 How vain are all my thoughts ! 
 
 Pity the weakness of a child, 
 And pardon all my faults. 
 
 4 Make me thy heavenly voice to hear, 
 And let me love to pray; 
 
 Since God will lend a gracious ear 
 To what a child can say. 
 
 C. M. JANE TAYLOR. 
 
 O The hard Heart. 
 
 WHAT is there, Lord, a child can do, 
 Who feels with guilt opprest ? 
 
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 There's evil that I never knew 
 Before, within my breast. 
 
 2 My thoughts are vain, my heart is hard 
 My temper apt to rise ; 
 
 And when I seem rp<m my guard, 
 It takes me by surprise. 
 
 3 Often when I begin to pray, 
 And lift my feeble cry, 
 
 Some thought of folly or of play 
 Prevents me when I try. 
 
 4 On many Sabbaths, though I've heard 
 Of Jesus and of heaven, 
 
 I've scarcely listen'd to thy word, 
 Or pray'd to be forgiven. 
 
 5 look with pity in thine eye 
 Upon a heart so hard: 
 
 Thou wilt not slight a feeble cry, 
 Or show it no regard. 
 
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 0\J Wandering Thoughts. 
 
 WHEN daily I kneel down to pray, 
 As I am taught to do, 
 God does not care for what I say 
 Unless I feel it too. 
 
 2 Yet foolish thoughts my heart beguile ; 
 And when I pray or sing, 
 
 I'm often thinking all the while 
 About some other thing. 
 
 3 let me never, never dare 
 To act a trifier's part, 
 
 Or think that God will hear a prayer 
 That comes not from the heart. 
 
 4 But if I make his ways my choice, 
 As holy children do, 
 
 Then, while I seek him with my voice, 
 My heart will love him too. 
 
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 7,7,7,7,7,7. 
 Wicked Words. 
 
 WORDS are things of little cost, 
 Quickly spoken, quickly lost: 
 We forget them, but they stand 
 "Witnesses at God's right hand, 
 And their testimony bear 
 For us, or against us there. 
 
 2 0, how often ours have been 
 Idle words, and words of sin ! 
 Words of anger, scorn, or pride, 
 Or deceit, our faults to hide ; 
 Envious tales, or strife unkind, 
 Leaving bitter thoughts behind. 
 
 3 Grant us, Lord, from day to day, 
 Strength to watchman d grace to pray : 
 May our lips, from sin kept free, 
 Love to speak and sing of thee — 
 Till in heaven we learn to raise 
 Hymns of everlasting praise. 
 
 3K() 7S. JANE TAYLOB. 
 
 t) U Conscience. 
 
 WHEN a foolish thought within 
 Tries to take us in a snare, 
 Conscience tells us, " It is sin," 
 And entreats us to beware. 
 
 2 If in something we transgress, 
 And are tempted to deny, 
 
 Conscience says, "Your fault confess: 
 Do not dare to tell a lie." 
 
 3 In the morning when we rise, 
 And would fain omit to pray, 
 
 •'Child, consider," Conscience cries, 
 " Should not God be sought to-day ?" 
 
 4 When our angry passions rise, 
 Tempting to revenge an ill, 
 
 ''Now subdue it," Conscience cries, 
 "And command your temper still." 
 
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 5 Thus, without our will or choice. 
 This good monitor within, 
 
 With a secret, gentle voice, 
 Warns us to beware of sin. 
 
 6 But if we should disregard, 
 While this friendly voice doth call, 
 
 Conscience soon will grow so hard, 
 That it will not speak at all. 
 
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 D The pemten t Ch ild. 
 
 LORD, I have dared to disobey 
 My friends on earth, and thee in hsaven, 
 help me now to come and pray, 
 For Jesus' sake, to be forgiven. 
 
 2 I cannot say I did not know, 
 
 For Fve been taught thy holy will; 
 And while my conscience told me so, 
 And bade me stop, I did it still. 
 
 3 But thou wast there to see my crime, 
 And write it in thy judgment-book : 
 
 make me fear, another time, 
 A sinful thought, or word, or look. 
 
 4 Forgive me, Lord, forgive, I pray, 
 
 * This wicked thing that I have done ; 
 And take my sinful heart away, 
 And make me holy, like thy Son. 
 
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 For Pardon and Renewal. 
 
 LORD, teach me how to pray, 
 Teach me to love it too ; 
 And grant thy Holy Spirit may 
 
 Make all my nature new. 
 2 I want to be thy child, 
 
 I want my sins forgiven : 
 I want a spirit meek and mild, 
 I want to get to heaven. 
 
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 3 Do show me, Lord, the way ; 
 
 And guide me on the road ; 
 And let me never go astray 
 Till I get home to God. 
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 00 The Pardon and Renewal. 
 
 LORD, teach a little child to pray: 
 Thy grace betimes impart; 
 And grant thy Holy Spirit may 
 Renew my sinful heart. 
 
 2 A fallen creature I was born, 
 And from my birth I stray'd : 
 
 I must be wretched and forlorn 
 Without thy mercy's aid. 
 
 3 For Jesus' sake my sins forgive, 
 And wash away their stain: 
 
 fit my soul with him to live, 
 And in his kingdom reign. 
 
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 0\J For Pardon and Sanctification. 
 GREAT Father on high ! 
 Look down from the sky 
 And listen to me, 
 While trying to lift up my heart unto theo» 
 
 2 My sins I confess — 
 give me thy grace, 
 And pardon my guilt, 
 
 Through Jesus, whose blood for my pardou 
 was spilt. 
 
 3 My nature subdue, 
 And form it anew : 
 Thy Spirit impart, 
 
 Both now and for ever to dwell in my heart. 
 
 4 Thus, Father, shall I 
 To thee live and die; 
 And finally be 
 
 By angels caught up to live ever with thee. 
 
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 L. M. JANE TAYLORi 
 
 Our Father, v-JiD art in Henren — 
 
 GREAT God, ami wilt thou condescend 
 To be my F.ither and my Friend, 
 
 1 but a child, and thou su high. 
 
 The Lord of earth, and air, and sky ! 
 
 2 Art thou ray Father? Canst thou bear 
 To hear my poor, imperfect prayer; 
 
 Or stoop to listen to the praise 
 That such a little one can raise? 
 
 3 Art thou my Father ? Let me be 
 A meek, obedient child to thee; 
 
 And try, in word, and deed, and thought, 
 To serve and please thee as I ought. 
 
 4 Art thou my Father? Then at last, 
 When all my days on earth are past, 
 Send down, and take me in thy love, 
 To be thy better child, above. 
 
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 OO Be Thou the Guide of my Youth. 
 WITH humble heart and tongue, 
 My God, to thee I pray : 
 0, bring me now, while I am young, 
 To thee, the living way. 
 
 2 Make an unguarded youth 
 The object of thy care: 
 
 Help me to choose the way of truth, 
 And fly from every snare. 
 
 3 My heart, to folly prone, 
 Renew by power divine: 
 
 Unite it to thyself alone, 
 And make me wholly thine. 
 
 4 0, let thy word of grace 
 
 My warmest thoughts employ : 
 Be this, through all my following days, 
 My treasure and my joy. 
 
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 L. M. WATTS. 
 
 The Rnbrs »f richest Dress. 
 
 WHY should our garments, marie to hide 
 Our pa rents' shn me, provoke our pride? 
 The art of dress did ne'er begin 
 Till Eve, our mother, learn'd to sin. 
 
 2 When first she put the covering on, 
 Her robe of innocence was gone ; 
 And yet her children vainly boast 
 
 In the sad marks of glory lost. 
 
 3 How proud we are ! how fond to show 
 Our clothes, and call them rich and new ! 
 When the poor sheep and silkworm wore 
 That very clothing long before. 
 
 4 The tulip and the butterfly 
 Appear in gayer coats than I: 
 Let me be dress'd fine as I will, 
 
 Flies, worms, and flowers exceed me still. 
 
 5 Then will I set my heart to find 
 Inward adornings of the mind : 
 Knowledge and virtue, truth and grace, 
 These are the robes of richest dress. 
 
 6 No more shall worms with me compare : 
 This is the raiment angels wear: 
 
 The Son of God, when here below, 
 Put on this bless'd apparel too. 
 
 7 It never fades, it ne'er grows old, 
 Nor fears the rain, nor moth, nor mould: 
 It takes no spot, but still refines : 
 
 The more 'tis worn the more it shines, 
 
 8 In this on earth would I appear, 
 Then go to heaven, and wear it there : 
 God will approve it in his sight, 
 
 'Tis his own work and his delight. 
 
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 All Goodness of God. 
 WHY should our parents call us good, 
 And poison us with praise, 
 When born in sin, by nature proud, 
 And void we are of grace ? 
 
 2 Who fancy righteousness in man, 
 Themselves they have not known : 
 
 Evil are all our thoughts and vain, 
 And God is good alone. 
 
 3 Good of himself he only is; 
 And if he makes us good, 
 
 Our goodness is not ours, but his, 
 For Jesus' sake bestow'd. 
 
 4 Glory to God, if we receive 
 The smallest spark of grace ! 
 
 He only doth our goodness give, 
 And his be all the praise. 
 
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 UU1 Coming to the Good Shepherd, 
 
 TO thy pastures green and fair, 
 Saviour, let a child repair : 
 
 1 will never stray from thee, 
 But thy fold my home shall be. 
 
 2 Like a gentle lamb, I'll stay 
 In the meadows fresh and gay: 
 Peaceful and contented there, 
 Guarded by my Shepherd's care. 
 
 3 By the waters still and clear, 
 I shall wander free from fear : 
 Happy by my Shepherd's side, 
 All my wants shall be supplied. 
 
 4 Lord, wilt thou my Shepherd be? 
 Help me then to follow thee: 
 
 At thy feet myself I cast, 
 
 Thee to serve while life shall last. 
 
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 U/6 Coming to Jesus. 
 
 TEACHER, guide of young beginners, 
 Let a child approach to thee — 
 Thee, who cani'st to ransom sinners — 
 
 Thee, who diedst to ransom me. 
 Into thy protection take me, 
 
 Full of goodness as thou art : 
 After thine own image make me, 
 Make me after thine own heart. 
 2 Exercise the potter's power 
 
 Over this unshapen clay : 
 Call me in the morning hour : 
 
 Teach my youthful mind the way. 
 With a tender awe inspire, 
 
 That I never more may rove : 
 Every spark of good desire 
 Blow into a flame of love. 
 
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 Coming to Jesus. 
 
 GENTLE Jesus, meek and mild, 
 Look upon a little child : 
 Pity my simplicity, 
 Suffer me to come to Thee. 
 
 2 Put thy hands upon my head : 
 Let me in thine arms be stay'd : 
 Give me, Lord, thy blessing givo : 
 Pray for me, and I shall live. 
 
 3 I shall live the simple life, 
 Free from sin's uneasy strife ; 
 Sweetly ignorant of ill, 
 Innocent and happy still. 
 
 4 that I may never know 
 What the wicked people do ! 
 Sin is contrary to Thee, 
 
 Sin is the forbidden tree. 
 
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 5 Keep me from the great offence, 
 Guard my helpless innocence: 
 Hide me, from all evil hide, 
 Self, and stubbornness, and pride. 
 
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 U X Coming to Jesus. 
 
 LOVER of little children, Thee, 
 Jesus, we adore : 
 Our kind and loving Saviour be, 
 Both now and evermore. 
 
 2 take us up into thine arms, 
 And we are truly blest: 
 
 Thy new-born babes are safe from harms, 
 While harbour'd in thy breast. 
 
 3 Still, as we grow in years, in grace 
 And wisdom let us grow : 
 
 But never leave thy dear embrace, 
 But never evil know. 
 
 4 Strong let us in thy grace abide; 
 But, ignorant of ill, 
 
 In malice, subtlety, and pride, 
 Let us be children still. 
 
 5 Lover of little children, Thee, 
 Jesus, we adore : 
 
 Our kind and loving Saviour be 
 Both now and evermore. 
 
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 \)0 Coming to Jesus. 
 
 COME, let us embrace, In our earliest days, 
 The offers of life and salvation by grace : 
 Let us gladly believe, And the pardon receive, 
 Which the Father of mercies through Jesus 
 doth give. 
 
 2 His kingdom below He hath call'd us to know, 
 And in stature and heavenly wisdom to s tow : 
 
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 In his work to remain, Till his imago we gain ; 
 And the fulness of Christ in perfection attain, 
 
 3 Then let us begin By renouncing all sin, 
 And expecting the blood that shall wash our 
 
 hearts clean : 
 With endeavour sincere To Jesus draw near, 
 And be instant in prayer till our Saviour 
 
 appear. 
 
 4 If now Thou art nigh, Appear at our cry, 
 Thy love to reveal, and thy blood to apply : 
 Thy little ones own, And perfect in one> 
 And admit us at last to a share of thy throne, 
 
 8 /SO C. M. BISHOP CAPERS.. 
 
 DO Christ bfessiiHj little Children. 
 AS Jesus his disciples taught 
 His Father's will to do, 
 Parents their little children brought, 
 That he might bless them too. 
 
 2 " Forbid them," the disciples cried, 
 "Nor make them any room:" 
 
 "Forbid them not," the Lord replied, 
 "But suffer them to come. 
 
 3 "Who, than the lambs, the Shepherd's care, 
 More fitly might receive? 
 
 And these my heavenly kingdom share: 
 I bless them, and they live." 
 
 4 Then in his arms he took them up, 
 And on them laid his hands: 
 
 Joy to the world for Israel's hope, 
 And Jesus' kind commands. 
 
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 I Christ blessi» ( j little Children. 
 WHO would not love the Saviour, 
 That once loved children so! 
 Who would not love the Saviour, 
 Who did that Saviour know ! 
 
mSO EARLY PIETY. 
 
 2 Infants were brought before him, 
 He smiled on them, and shed 
 
 A sweet, a holy blessing 
 In love upon each head. 
 
 3 "0 bring them," he commanded, 
 "And send them not away : 
 
 My Father's heavenly kingdom 
 Is fill'd with such as they.'' 
 
 4 Who would not love the Saviour, 
 That once loved children so ! 
 
 Who would not love the Saviour, 
 Who did that Saviour know ! 
 
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 \)0 Of such is the Kingdom of Heaven. 
 
 I THINK, when I read that sweet story of 
 old, 
 When Jesus was here among men, 
 How he call'd little children as lambs to his 
 fold— 
 I should like to have been with them then. 
 
 1 wish that his hands had been placed on my 
 
 head, 
 That his arm had been thrown around me ; 
 And that I might have seen his kind look when 
 
 he said, 
 " Let the little ones come unto me." 
 
 2 Yet still to his footstool in prayer I may go, 
 And ask for a share in his love; 
 
 And if I thus earnestly seek him below, 
 I shall see him and hear him above, — 
 
 In that heavenly place he is gone to prepare 
 For all who are wash'd and forgiven ; 
 
 And many dear children are gathering there, 
 " For of such is the kingdom of heaven." 
 
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 Praise and Thanksgiving. 
 
 COME, let us join the hosts above, 
 Now in our youngest days — 
 Remember our Creator's love, 
 And lisp our Father's praise. 
 
 2 His majesty will not despise 
 The day of feeble things : 
 
 Grateful the songs of children rise, 
 And please the King of kings. 
 
 3 He loves to be remember'd thus, 
 And honour'd for his grace : 
 
 Out of the mouths of babes like us 
 His wisdom perfects praise. 
 
 4 Glory to God, and praise, and power, 
 Honour and thanks be given : 
 
 Children and cherubim adore 
 The Lord of earth and heaven. 
 
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 V I \J Gratitude and Obedience. 
 
 LORD, I would own thy tender care, 
 And all thy love to me : 
 The food I eat, the clothes I wear, 
 Are all bestow'd by thee. 
 
 2 'Tis thou preservest me from death 
 And dangers every hour : 
 
 I cannot draw another breath 
 Unless thou give me power. 
 
 3 My health, and friends, and parents dear, 
 To me by God are given : 
 
 I have not any blessing here 
 But what is sent from heaven. 
 
 4 Such goodness, Lord, and constant care, 
 A child can ne'er repay; 
 
 But may it be my daily prayer 
 To love thee and obey. 
 
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 C. M. .TAXE TAYLOB. 
 
 Submission mid Trust. 
 
 NOW that my journey's just begun, 
 My road so little trod, 
 I'll come before I further run, 
 And give myself to God. 
 
 2 What sorrows may my steps attend, 
 I never can foretell; 
 
 But if the Lord will be my Friend, 
 I know that all is well. 
 
 3 If all my earthly friends should die, 
 And leave me mourning here, 
 
 Since God can hear the orphan's cry, 
 what have I to fear? 
 
 4 If I am poor, he can supply, 
 Who has my table spread — • 
 
 Who feeds the ravens when they cry, 
 And fills the poor with bread. 
 
 5 If I am rich, he'll guard my heart, 
 Temptation to withstand; 
 
 And make me willing to impart 
 The bounties of his hand. 
 
 6 But, Lord, whatever grief or ill 
 For me may be in store, 
 
 Make me submissive to thy will, 
 And I would ask no more. 
 
 8>YQ C. M. WATTS. 
 
 i & Psalm xxvii. 8-10. 
 
 SOON as I heard my Father say, 
 " Ye children, seek my grace," 
 My heart replied, without delay, 
 " I'll seek my Father's face." 
 2 Should friends and kindred, near and dear 
 
 Leave me to want or die, 
 My God would make my life his care, 
 And all my need supply. 
 
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 3 Wait on the Lord, ye trembling saints, 
 
 And keep your courage up : 
 He'll raise your spirit when it faints, 
 And far exceed your hope. 
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 y |y The Orphan' 8 Dependence. — Ps. xxvii* 
 
 WHEN my cries ascend to thee, 
 Hear, Jehovah, from afar: 
 Let thy tender mercies be 
 
 Still propitious to my prayer. 
 When thou bad'st me seek thy face, 
 
 Quickly did my heart reply, 
 Resting on thy word of grace, 
 
 " Thee I'll seek, Lord most high !" 
 2 Should the world deceitful prove, 
 
 When no more its help I share, 
 Though decay'd a mother's love, 
 
 Though withdrawn a father's care, — ■ 
 Then Jehovah's guardian eye 
 
 Shall my orphan state defend — 
 Shall a parent's place supply, 
 
 Be my Guardian, Father, Friend ! 
 
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 O I ± The Orphan' 8 Prayer. 
 
 MY Father and my Friend, to thee 
 I Kft my weeping eye j 
 For thou canst wash away my tears, 
 
 And all my wants supply. 
 2 No tender mother's gentle smile 
 
 Each morn awaits me now ; 
 Nor longer can I feel the kiss 
 
 That press'd my infant brow. 
 8 No more within her arms of love 
 
 I lay me down to rest, 
 Secure and peaceful as the dove 
 Within its shelter'd nest 
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242 EABLT PIETY. 
 
 4 An orphan ?'n ib* cold, wide -world, 
 Dear Lord, I come to thee : 
 
 Thou, Father of tne fatherless, 
 My Friend and father be. 
 
 5 guide and guard me by thy grace, 
 And make my heart thy own ; 
 
 And fit me for that happy place 
 Where partings are unknown ! 
 
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 * » I O The Orjihan's Hope. 
 
 OTIIOU, the helpless orphan's hope, 
 To whom alone my eyes look up 
 In each distressing hour, — 
 Father, (for that's the sweetest name 
 That e'er these lips were taught to frame,) 
 Defend me with thy power. 
 
 9, Low in the dust my parents lie, 
 And no attentive ear is nigh 
 
 But thine to mark my wo : 
 tTo hand to wipe away my tears, 
 ">Ao gentle voice to soothe my fears, 
 
 Remains to me below. 
 
 3 Xow, all my earthly friends are gone, 
 And with them all my comfort flown, 
 
 I lift my prayer to thee : 
 Do thou the Holy Spirit send, 
 My Guardian, Guide, Instructor, Friend, 
 
 And Comforter -to be. 
 
 4 Protect and lead my erring youth 
 In paths of piety and truth, 
 
 Nor ever let me stray ; 
 But, through the Saviour's dying love, 
 Bring me to dwell with thee above, 
 
 In everlasting day. 
 
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 The Orphan's Comfort. 
 
 WHITHER, but to thee, Lord, 
 Shall a little orphan go? 
 Thou alone canst speak the word, 
 Thou canst dry my tears of wo. 
 Father, may my lips once more 
 Whisper that beloved name ? 
 Helpless, guilty, friendless, poor, 
 Let me thy protection claim. 
 
 2 my Father, may I tell 
 
 All my wants and woes to thee ? 
 Every want thou knowest well, 
 
 Every wo thine eye can see : 
 'Twas thy hand that took away 
 
 Father, mother, from my sight — 
 Him that was my infant stay, 
 
 Her that watch'd me day and night, 
 
 3 Yet I bless thee, for I know 
 Thou hast wounded me in love, 
 
 Wean'd my heart from things below, 
 
 That it might aspire above. 
 Here I tarry for a while : 
 
 Saviour, keep me near thy side : 
 Cheer my journey with thy smile. 
 
 Be my Father, Friend, and Guide. 
 
 OfYiy C. M. WATT* 
 
 Oil Advantages of early Religion. 
 
 HAPPY the child, whose youngest years 
 Receive instruction well — 
 Who hates the sinner's path, and fears 
 
 The road that leads to hell ! 
 2 When we devote our youth to God, 
 
 'Tis pleasing in his eyes : 
 A flower, when offer'd in the bud, 
 Is no vain sacrifice. 
 
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 3 'Tis easier work if we begin 
 To fear the Lord betimes ; 
 
 While sinners that grow old in sin 
 Are harden'd in their crimes. 
 
 4 'Twill save us from a thousand snares 
 To mind religion young : 
 
 Grace will preserve our following years, 
 And make our virtue strong. 
 
 5 To thee, Almighty God ! to thee, 
 Our childhood we resign : 
 
 'Twill please us to look back, and see 
 That our whole lives were thine. 
 
 6 Let the sweet work of prayer and praise 
 Employ my youngest breath : 
 
 Thus I'm prepared for longer days, 
 Or fit for early death. 
 
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 Prov. iii. 13-17. 
 
 HAPPY is the man who hears 
 Instruction's warning voice, 
 And who celestial wisdom makes 
 His early, only choice ! 
 
 2 For she has treasures greater far 
 Than east or west unfold ; 
 
 And her reward is more secure 
 Than is the gain of gold. 
 
 3 In her right hand she holds to view 
 A length of happy years ; 
 
 And in her left the prize of fame 
 And honour bright appears. 
 
 4 She guides the young with innocencs 
 In pleasure's path to tread : 
 
 A crown of glory she bestows 
 Upon the hoary head. 
 
 5 According as her labours rise, 
 So her rewards increase : 
 
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 Her ways are ways of pleasantness, 
 And all her paths are peace. 
 
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 I V Happiness of early Piety. 
 HAPP I beyond description he 
 Who in the paths of piety 
 Loves from his birth to run ! 
 Its ways are ways of pleasantness, 
 And all its paths are joy and peace, 
 
 And heaven on earth begun. 
 2 If this felicity were mine, 
 
 1 every other would resign 
 With just and holy scorn : 
 
 Cheerful and blithe my way pursue, 
 And with the promised land in view, 
 Singing to God return. 
 
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 OU Pleasures of Religion. 
 
 JT^IS religion that can give 
 
 X Sweetest pleasures while we live : 
 'Tis religion must suppty 
 Solid comforts when we die. 
 
 2 After death, its joys will be 
 Lasting as eternity : 
 
 Let me then make God my friend, 
 And on all his ways attend. 
 
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 P/O 1 Pleasures of Religion. 
 
 IT is not earthly pleasure, 
 That withers in a day — 
 It is not mortal treasure, 
 
 That flieth soon away — 
 It is not friends that leave us— 
 
 It is not sense nor sin, 
 That smile but to deceive us, 
 Can give us peace within. 
 
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 2 But 'tis religion bringeth 
 Joy earth can not control : 
 
 Kich from the throne it springeth-» 
 
 A fountain to the soul. 
 He that is m-eek and lowly 
 
 The Saviour's face shall see : 
 To none but to the holy 
 
 Heaven's gates shall open'd be. 
 
 3 Lord, be thy Spirit near us, 
 While we thy words are taught; 
 
 And may these days that cheer us 
 "With future good be fraught : 
 
 May we, to heaven invited, 
 
 When youth and life are flown, 
 
 Teachers and taught united, 
 Assemble round the throne. 
 
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 O>0 Sweetness of Religion in Youth. 
 BY cool Siloam's shady rill 
 How fair the lily grows ! 
 How sweet the breath, beneath the hill, 
 Of Sharon's dewy rose ! 
 
 2 Lo ! such the child whose early feet 
 The paths of peace have trod — 
 
 Whose secret heart, with influence sweety 
 Is upward drawn to God. 
 
 3 By cool Siloam's shady rill 
 The lily must decay : 
 
 The rose that blooms beneath the hill 
 Must shortly fade away. 
 
 4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour 
 Of man's. maturer age 
 
 May shake the soul with sorrow's power^ 
 And stormy passion's rage. 
 
 5 Thou, whose infant feet we~e found 
 Within thy Father's shrine, — 
 
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 Whose years, with changeless virtue crown'd, 
 
 Were all alike divine, — 
 6 Dependent on thy bounteous breath, 
 
 We seek thy grace alone, 
 In childhood, manhood, age, and death, 
 
 To keep us still thine own. 
 
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 OD Importance of Religion to the Young. 
 T% ELIGION is the chief concern 
 -£v Of mortals here below : 
 May I its great importance learn, 
 Its sovereign virtue know ! 
 
 2 Religion should our thoughts engage 
 Amidst our youthful bloom: 
 
 'Twill fit us for declining age, 
 And for the awful tomb. 
 
 3 may my heart, by grace renew'd, 
 Be my Redeemer's throne ; 
 
 And be my stubborn will subdued, 
 His government to own ! 
 
 4 Let deep repentance, faith, and love 
 Be join'd with godly fear : 
 
 And all my conversation prove 
 My heart to be sincere. 
 
 5 Let lively hope my soul inspire : 
 Let warm affections rise ; 
 
 And may I wait with strong desire 
 To mount above the skies ! 
 
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 X Examples of early Piety. 
 
 WHAT blest examples do I find, 
 Writ in the word of truth, 
 Of children that began to mind 
 Religion in their youth ! 
 
248 EARLY PIETY. 
 
 2 Jesus, who reigns above the sky, 
 And keeps the world in awe, 
 
 "Was once a child as young as I, 
 And kept his Father's law. 
 
 3 At twelve years old he talk'd with men, 
 (The Jews all wondering stand,) 
 
 Yet he obey'd his mother then, 
 And came at her command. 
 
 4 Children a sweet hosanna sung, 
 And bless'd their Saviour's name : 
 
 They gave him honour with their tongue, 
 While Scribes and Priests blaspheme. 
 
 5 Samuel the child was wean'd and brought 
 To wait upon the Lord: 
 
 Young Timothy betimes was taught 
 To know his holy word. 
 
 6 Then why should I so long delay 
 What others learn'd so soon ? 
 
 1 would not pass another day 
 Without this work begun. 
 
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 OOO The holy child Jena. 
 
 A BASH'D be all the boast of age, 
 ■ii- Be hoary learning dumb ! 
 Expounder of the mystic page, 
 Behold an infant come ! 
 
 2 Wisdom ! whose unfading power 
 Beside th' Eternal stood, 
 
 To frame, in nature's earliest hour, 
 The land, the sky, the flood : 
 
 3 Yet didst not thou disdain awhile 
 An infant form to wear, — 
 
 To bless thy mother with a smile, 
 And lisp thy falter'd prayer. 
 
 HEBER. 
 
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 4 But in thy Father's own abode, 
 With Israel's elders round, 
 
 Conversing high with Israel's God, 
 Thy chiefest joy was found. 
 
 5 So may our youth adore thy name ! 
 And, Saviour, deign to bless, 
 
 With fostering grace, the timid flame 
 Of early holiness ! 
 
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 00 The holy child Jesus. 
 
 LOVING Jesus, gentle Lamb, 
 In thy gracious hands I am : 
 Make me, Saviour, what thou art, 
 Live thyself within my heart. 
 3 I shall then show forth thy praise, 
 Serve thee all my happy days, 
 Then the world shall always see 
 Christ, the holy Child, in me. 
 
 8,7. JANE TAYLOR, 
 
 The holy child Jesus. 
 
 JESUS CHRIST, my Lord and Saviour, 
 Once became a child like me : 
 that in my whole behaviour ■ 
 He my pattern still may be ! 
 
 2 All my nature is unholy, 
 Pride and passion dwell within ; 
 
 But the Lord was meek and lowly, 
 And was never known to sin. 
 
 3 I am often vainly trying 
 Some new pleasure to possess : 
 
 He was always self-denying, 
 Patient in his worst distress. 
 
 4 Lord, assist a feeble creature : 
 Guide me by the word of truth : 
 
 Condescend to be my teacher, 
 
 Through my childhood and my youth. 
 
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 OO Little Samuel. 
 
 WHEX little Samuel woke, 
 And heard his Maker's voice, 
 At every word he spoke, 
 How much did he rejoice: 
 
 blessed, happy child to find 
 
 The God of heaven so near and kind, 
 
 2 If God would speak to me, 
 And say he was my friend, 
 
 How happy should I be, 
 
 how would I attend ! 
 The smallest sin I then would fear, 
 If God Almighty were so near. 
 
 3 And does he never speak? 
 yes ; for in his word 
 
 He bids me come and seek 
 
 The God that Samuel heard: 
 In almost every page I see 
 The God of Samuel calls to me. 
 
 4 And I, beneath his care, 
 May safely rest my head : 
 
 1 know that God is there, 
 To guard my humble bed ; 
 
 And every sin I well may fear, 
 Since God Almighty is so near. 
 
 5 Like Samuel, let me say, 
 Whene'er I read his word, 
 
 " Speak, Lord :" I would obey 
 
 The voice that Samuel heard : 
 And when I in thy house appear, 
 " Speak, for thy servant waits to hear* 1 
 
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 OU Sappy Samuel. 
 
 HAPPY Samuel ! to God, 
 In bis infancy restored : 
 In his Maker's house he stood, 
 Ministering before the Lord : 
 Happy child : who gain'd a place 
 To his heavenly Lord so near : 
 Happier still, who found the grace 
 God's majestic voice to hear! 
 
 2 Lord of earth and skies, again 
 To a child thyself make known : 
 
 Chosen from the sons of men, 
 
 Am not I thy sacred loan ? 
 Thine, Lord, I surely am : 
 
 But to me unknown Thou art : 
 Come, and call me by my name, 
 
 Whisper to my listening heart. 
 
 3 Stir me up to seek thy face, 
 Claim me in my tender years, 
 
 Manifest the word of grace : 
 
 Speak, for now thy servant hears. 
 
 Now thy gracious self reveal, 
 
 Speak in power and peace divine ; 
 
 Pardon on my conscience seal, 
 Seal thy child for ever thine. 
 
 OU\J Abijah. 
 
 THOUGH no pious parents' care 
 Young Abijah e'er had known, 
 God had heard his early prayer, 
 
 And had mark'd him for his owa. 
 2 Happy child, by God approved, 
 
 Early taken to his rest : 
 From th' abode of sin removed 
 To the mansions of the blest. 
 
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 3 Is there in this heart of mine 
 One such hopeful sign of grace ? 
 
 Does my soul to God incline ? 
 Do I daily seek his face ? 
 
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 Exemplary Piety. 
 
 DANIEL'S wisdom may I know, 
 Stephen's faith and spirit show ; 
 John's divine communion feel, 
 Moses' meekness, Joshua's zeal : 
 Run like the unwearied Paul, 
 Win the day and conquer all. 
 
 2 Mary's love may I possess, 
 Lydia's tender-heartedness, 
 Peter's ardent spirit feel, 
 James's faith by works reveal : 
 Like young Timothy, may I 
 Every sinful passion fly. 
 
 3 Job's submission may I show, 
 David's true devotion know : 
 Samuel's call, may I hear, 
 Lazarus' happy portion share : 
 Let Isaiah's hallow'd fire 
 
 All my new-born soul inspire. 
 
 4 Mine be Jacob's wrestling prayer, 
 Gideon's valiant steadfast care, 
 Joseph's purity impart, 
 
 Isaac's meditating heart, 
 Abrah'm's friendship may I prove, 
 Faithful to the God of love. 
 
 5 Most of all, may I pursue 
 That example Jesus drew : 
 By my life and conduct show 
 How he lived and walk'd below : 
 Day by day, through grace restored^ 
 Imitate my blessed Lord. 
 
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 U u Children's Hosanna. 
 
 THEE, Jesus, the Son Of David, I own, 
 By all heaven adored, 
 Thou art come from above in the name of the 
 
 Lord. 
 To the house I repair Of thanksgiving and 
 prayer, 
 With the children draw nigh, 
 And aloud in the temple Hosanna I cry. 
 
 2 In my earliest hour I acknowledge thy power, 
 
 Thy wisdom approve, 
 And am taught by thy Spirit to pray for thy love. 
 Thee, an infant of days, With wonder I praise : 
 
 Thee, the God over all, 
 
 1 confess, and on Thee for salvation I call. 
 
 3 Let mercy attend, My soul to defend 
 
 From offences and sins, 
 While I scarcely can tell what iniquity means : 
 But deliver thine own From the evil unknown ; 
 
 And assist me to cry, 
 " Let me live to be good, or in innocence die \" 
 
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 Vt) Hosanna. 
 
 HOSANNA to Him Who ruleth on high ! 
 A world to redeem, He came from the sky •, 
 Th' Almighty Creator (0 how could it be ?) 
 Appear'd in our nature, An infant like me. 
 
 2 Who all the bright train Angelical made, 
 Subjected to man, His parents obey'd : 
 
 On sinners attended, Their minister was, 
 And patiently ended His life on a cross. 
 
 3 how shall I praise Thy wonderful love ? 
 Thy Spirit of grace Send down from above, 
 If still the dear lover Of children Thou art, 
 My Saviour, discover Thyself to my heart. 
 
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 U X Hosanna. 
 
 LET children proclaim Their Saviour and 
 King, 
 To Jesus's name Hosannas we sing : 
 Our best adoration To Jesus we give, 
 Who purchased salvation For all to receive. 
 
 2 The meek Lamb of God From Heaven came 
 
 down, 
 And ransom'd with blood, And made us his own: 
 He suffer d to save us From sin and from thrall; 
 And Jesus shall have us, Who purchased us all! 
 
 3 To Him will we give Our earliest days, 
 And thankfully live To publish his praise : 
 Our lives shall confess Him Who came from 
 
 above, 
 Our tongues they shall bless Him, And tell of 
 his love. 
 
 4 In innocent songs His coming we shout: 
 Should we hold our tongues The stones would 
 
 cry out; 
 But him, without ceasing, We all will proclaim, 
 And ever be blessing Our Jesus's name. 
 
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 vO Hosanna. 
 
 WE gather, we gather, Jesus, to bring 
 The breathings of love, 'mid the blos- 
 soms of spring : 
 Our Maker, Kedeemer, we gratefully raise 
 Our hearts and our voices in hymning thy 
 
 praise. 
 2 When stooping to earth from the brightness 
 
 of heaven, 
 Thy blood for our ransom so freely was given : 
 Thou deignedst to listen while children adored, 
 With joyful hosannas, the Bless'd of the Lord ! 
 
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 3 Those arms which embraced little children 
 
 of old, 
 Still love to encircle the lambs of the fold : 
 That grace which inviteth the wandering homo, 
 Hath never forbidden the youngest to come. 
 
 4 Hosanna ! hosanna ! Great Teacher ! we 
 
 raise 
 Our hearts and our voices in hymning thy 
 
 praise, 
 For precept and promise so graciously given, 
 The blessings of earth and the glories of heaven. 
 
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 t/U Hosanna. 
 
 OCOME let us raise Our»tribute of song : 
 Thanksgiving and praise To Jesus belong : 
 He came from above Our bliss to begin, 
 Make perfect in love, And free us from sin. 
 
 2 The old and the young, His people by choice, 
 With heart, soul, and tongue, In him may re- 
 joice : — 
 
 We meet him to-day Triumphantly crown'd, 
 And welcome His way, In chorus around. 
 
 3 Hosanna — That word To children is dear ; 
 To Jesus our Lord, We'll echo it here : — 
 Let worldlings despise, And enemies rail, 
 Hosannas shall rise, Hosannas prevail. 
 
 4 God's temple shall ring, While under his 
 
 eye, 
 Hosanna we sing, For Jesus draws nigh : 
 Hosanna ! our breath Through life shall pro- 
 claim — 
 Hosanna in death, — In glory, the same ! 
 
 OQ'Y C. M. MONTGOMERY, 
 
 t)u I Hosanna. 
 
 WHEN Jesus into Salem rode, 
 The children sang around: 
 
256 EARLY PIETY. 
 
 For joy they pluck'd the palms, and strow*d 
 
 Their garments on the ground. 
 2 Hosanna, our glad voices raise 
 
 Hosanna to our King: 
 Should we forget our Saviour's praise, 
 
 The stones themselves would sing. 
 
 8QQ L. M. WA.T1& 
 
 vO Hosanna. 
 
 HOSANNA to King David's Son, 
 Who reigns on a superior throne : 
 We bless the Prince of heavenly birth, 
 Who brings salvation down to earth. 
 2 Let every nation, every age, 
 In this delightful work engage : 
 Old men and babes in Sion sing 
 The growing glories of her King. 
 OQQ CM. watts* 
 
 &UU Hosanna. 
 
 HOSANNA to the Prince of grace: 
 Sion, behold thy King! 
 Proclaim the Son of David's race, 
 
 And teach the babes to sing. 
 2 Hosanna to the eternal Word, 
 
 Who from the Father came: 
 
 Ascribe salvation to the Lord, 
 
 With blessings on his name. 
 
 400 J- M - WATTa 
 
 xvO Hosanna. 
 
 HOSANNA to the Son 
 Of David, and of God, 
 Who brought the news of pardon down, 
 
 And bought it with his blood. 
 2 To Christ, the anointed King, 
 
 Be endless blessings given: 
 Let the whole earth his glories sing, 
 Who made our peace with heaven. 
 
401 
 
 EARLY PIETY. 25T 
 
 7,6. 
 Hosanna. 
 
 TT7FIEX. his salvation bringing, 
 W To Zion Jesus came, 
 The children all stood singing 
 
 Hosanna to his name. 
 Njr did their zeal offend him; 
 
 But. as he rode along, 
 He let them still attend him, 
 
 And smiled to hear their song. 
 
 2 And since the Lord retaineth 
 His love for children still, 
 
 Though now as King he reigneth 
 
 On Zion's heavenly hill, 
 We'll Hock around his banner, 
 
 Who sits upon the throne; 
 And cry aloud, " Hosanna 
 
 To David's royal Son." 
 
 3 For should we fail proclaiming 
 Our great Redeemer's praise, 
 
 The stones, our silence shaming, 
 
 Might well hosanna raise. 
 But shall we only render 
 
 The tribute of our words? 
 No! while our hearts are tender, 
 
 They, too, shall be the Lord's. 
 
 A AO 7s. BISHOP CAPEE& 
 
 T.U/0 Hosanna. 
 
 CHILDREN, join with one accord, 
 Join in praises to the Lord: 
 Join to sing the Saviour's name, 
 Sing hosanna to the Lamb. 
 2 Hail him Prophet, Priest, and King, 
 Louder, sweeter, children, sing: 
 Hail him by his favourite name, 
 Sing hosanna to the Lamb. 
 17 
 
258 EARLY PIETY. 
 
 3 Men and women, join to raise 
 Loud hosannas to his praise : 
 Praise the great Redeemer's name, 
 Sing hosanna to the Lamb. 
 
 4 Praise him, all ye hosts above, 
 Praise him, praise him, for his lov«J 
 Glory give to Jesus' name, 
 Hallelujah to the Lamb! 
 
 4AO 7,r,r,r,r,r. 
 
 ±\Jt) Hosanna. 
 
 pHILDREX of Jerusalem, 
 VJ Sang the praise of Jesus' names 
 Children, too, of later days, 
 Join to sing the Saviour's praise. 
 Hark ! while infant voices sing 
 Loud hosannas to our King. 
 
 2 We have often heard and read 
 What the royal psalmist said: 
 Babes and sucklings' artless lays 
 Shall proclaim the Saviour's praise* 
 Hark ! while infant voices sing 
 Loud hosannas to our King. 
 
 3 We are taught to love the Lord, 
 We are taught to read his word, 
 We are taught the way to heaven, 
 Praise to God for all be given. 
 Hark ! while infant voices sing 
 Loud hosannas to our King. 
 
 4 Parents, teachers, old and young- 
 All unite to swell the song: 
 Higher and yet higher rise, 
 
 Till hosannas reach the skies. 
 Hark ! we all unite to sing 
 Loud hosannas to our King. 
 
EARLY PIETY. 259 
 
 XUi Hoaanna. 
 
 ONCE was heard the song of children 
 By the Saviour when on earth : 
 Joyful in the sacred temple 
 
 Shouts of youthful praise had birth ; 
 
 And hosannas 
 Loud to David's Son broke forth. 
 
 2 Palms of victory strewn around him, 
 Garments spread beneath his feet, 
 
 Prophet of the Lord they crown'd him, 
 In fair Salem's crowded street, 
 
 "While hosannas 
 Prom the lips of children greet. 
 
 3 Blessed Saviour, now triumphant, 
 Glorified and throned on high, 
 
 Mortal lays from man or infant, 
 Vain to tell thy praise essay; 
 
 But hosannas 
 Swell the chorus of the sky. 
 
 4 God o'er all, in heaven reigning, 
 We this day thy glory sing — 
 
 Not with palms thy pathway strewing, 
 We would loftier tribute bring — 
 
 Glad hosannas 
 To our Prophet, Priest, and King. 
 
 5 0, though humble is our offering, 
 Deign accept our grateful lays — 
 
 These from children once proceeding, 
 Thou didst deem "perfected praise." 
 
 Now hosannas, 
 Saviour, Lord, to thee we raise. 
 
260 SPECIAL OCCASIONS. 
 
 405 
 
 SECT. X -SPECIAL OCCASIONS. 
 
 L. M. WATT8. 
 
 Missionary. Psalm lxxii. 
 
 JESUS shall reign where'er the sun 
 Does his successive journeys run : 
 His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, 
 Till moons shall wax and wane no more. 
 
 2 From north to south the princes meet 
 To pay their homage at his feet ; 
 While western empires own their Lord, 
 And savage tribes attend his word. 
 
 3 For him shall endless prayer be made, 
 And endless praises crown his head : 
 His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise 
 With every morning sacrifice. 
 
 4 People and realms, of every tongue, 
 Dwell on his love with sweetest song; 
 And infant voices shall proclaim 
 Their early blessings on his name. 
 
 5 Let every creature rise and bring 
 Peculiar honours to our King: 
 Angels descend with songs again, 
 And earth repeat the long Amen ! 
 
 A (\Q L- M. WATTS. 
 
 \tUO Psalm cxvii. 
 
 FROM all that dwell below the skies 
 Let the Creator's praise arise — 
 Let the Redeemer's name be sung, 
 Through every land, by every tongue. 
 2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord, 
 Eternal truth attends thy word : 
 Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, 
 Till suns shall rise and set no more. 
 
SPECIAL OCCASIONS. 261 
 
 ,\(\ri C. M. NEVILLE. 
 
 1Ul For the Jews. 
 
 JERUSALEM, Jerusalem, 
 My heart is pain'd for thee : 
 Jerusalem, Jerusalem, 
 
 1 long to see tbee free. 
 
 2 Thy halcyon days of wealth and praise 
 Have faded from our view ; 
 
 And thou art left, of all bereft, 
 To show what God can do. 
 
 3 Bright scenes await thy future state; 
 For Israel's land shall bless 
 
 Earth's ruin'd race with truths of grace, 
 And Jesus Christ confess. 
 
 4 Descend again, on earth to reign, 
 Almighty Prince of peace : 
 
 Thy promised seed for mercy plead, 
 And look for their release! 
 JAQ 6,6,4,6,6,6,4. 
 
 TlUO Let there be Light. 
 
 THOU, whose almighty word 
 Chaos and darkness heard, 
 And took their flight, 
 Hear us, we humbly pray, 
 And where the gospel day 
 Sheds not its glorious ray, 
 " Let there be light." 
 
 2 Thou, who didst come to brings 
 On thy redeeming wing, 
 
 Healing and sight — 
 Health to the sick in mind, 
 Sight to the inly blind — 
 now to all mankind 
 
 " Let there be light." 
 
 3 Spirit of truth and love, 
 Life-giving, Holy Dove, 
 
 Speed forth thy flight : 
 
262 SPECIAL OCCASIONS. 
 
 Move on the waters' face, 
 Bearing the lamp of grace, 
 And in earth's darkest place 
 "Let there be light." 
 
 /1AQ 8,8,6. MONTGOJ1ERT. 
 
 rt\JV Light for the World. 
 
 WHAT is the world ? A wildering maze, 
 Where sin hath track' d ten thousand ways, 
 Her victims to ensnare : 
 All broad, and winding, and aslope, 
 All tempting with perfidious hope, 
 All ending in despair. 
 
 2 Millions of pilgrims throng those roads, 
 Bearing their baubles or their loads 
 
 Down to eternal night: 
 One only path that never bends, 
 Narrow, and rough, and steep, ascends 
 
 From darkness into light. 
 
 3 Is there a guide to show that path ? 
 The Bible ! — He alone who hath 
 
 The Bible need not stray; 
 Yet he who hath, and will not give 
 That heavenly guide to all that live, 
 
 Himself shall lose the way. 
 
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 X i \J " Thy kingdom come." 
 
 THY kingdom come ! day of joy, 
 When praise shall every tongue employ, 
 When hatred, strife, and battles cease, 
 And man with man shall be at peace- 
 
 2 Then all shall know and serve the Lord, 
 And walk according to his word : 
 His glory spread around shall be, 
 Li waters cover o'er the sea. 
 
SPECIAL OCCASIONS. 263 
 
 3 God's holy will shall then be done 
 By all who live beneath the sun; 
 And every evil shall remove, 
 For God will reign, and " God is love." 
 
 41 1 7s 
 
 Jtl 1 For the Spread of the Gosi^el. 
 
 HASTEN, Lord, the glorious time, 
 When, beneath Messiah's sway, 
 Every nation, every clime, 
 Shall the gospel call obey. 
 
 2 Mightiest kings his power shall own, 
 Heathen tribes his name adore : 
 
 Satan and his host, o'erthrown, 
 
 Bound in chains, shall hurt no more. 
 
 3 Then shall war and tumults cease, 
 Then be banish'd grief and gain : 
 
 Righteousness, and joy, and peace, 
 Undisturb'd shall ever reign. 
 
 4 Bless we, then, our gracious Lord, 
 Ever praise his glorious name : 
 
 All his mighty acts record, 
 
 Ay his wondrous love proclaim. 
 
 T 1 U The Bible for the Heathen. 
 
 SEE that heathen mother stand 
 Where the sacred currents flow : 
 With her own maternal hand, 
 Mid the waves her infant throw ! 
 
 2 Hark ! I hear the piteous scream : 
 Frightful monsters seize their prey; 
 
 Or the dark and bloody stream 
 Bears the struggling child away. 
 
 3 Fainter now, and fainter still, 
 Breaks the cry upon the ear; 
 
 But the mother's heart is steel — 
 She, unmoved, that cry can hear. 
 
264 SPECIAL OCCASIONS. 
 
 4 Send, send the Bible there: 
 Let its precept? reach the heart: 
 
 She may then her children spare, 
 She may act the mother's part. 
 
 A 1 O C. M. MONTGOMERY. 
 
 l-l U Circulation of religious Tracts, 
 
 TRACTS have the gift of tongues : they preach 
 Through every peopled land, 
 In all the forms of human speech, 
 What all may understand. 
 
 2 Tracts have the wings of angels, spread 
 To waft the joyful sound 
 
 Of resurrection from the dead, 
 "Where'er the curse is found. 
 
 3 What scale of numbers, grasp of thought, 
 What power of words, could speak 
 
 The miracles of mercy wrought 
 By instruments so weak ! 
 
 4 ye, who send these heralds forth, 
 By millions bid them fly, 
 
 From east to west, from south to north, 
 As sunbeams fill the sky. 
 
 414. LM - 
 
 111 A Missionary Prayer. 
 
 "ft/FILLIONS there are on heathen ground 
 JjJL Who never heard the gospel's sound: 
 Lord, send it forth, and let it run 
 Swift and reviving as the sun. 
 
 2 Guide thou their lips, who stand to tell . 
 Sinners the way that leads from hell: 
 
 To those who give do thou impart 
 A generous, wise, and tender heart 
 
 3 Lord, crown their zeal, reward their care, 
 That in thy grace they all may share; 
 And those who now in darkness dwell 
 Deliverance sing from guilt and hell. 
 
SPECIAL OCCASIONS. 265 
 
 .] "J pT L. M. MONTGOMERY. 
 
 ± J The Heathen perish. 
 
 THE heathen perish — day by day, 
 Thousands on thousands pass away: 
 Christians, to their rescue fly — 
 Preach Jesus to thein ere they die. 
 2 Wealth, labour, talents, freely give, 
 Yea, life itself, that they may live : 
 What bath your Saviour done for you? 
 And what for him will ye not do ? 
 
 /|1 O 7,6. HEBER. 
 
 XI U "Come over, and help us!" 
 
 FROM Greenland's icy mountains, 
 From India's coral strand — 
 Where Afric's sunny fountains 
 
 Roll down their golden sand — 
 From many an ancient river, 
 From many a palmy plain, 
 They call us to deliver 
 
 Their land from error's chain. 
 
 2 What though the spicy breezes 
 Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, 
 
 Though every prospect pleases, 
 
 And only man is vile, — 
 In vain with lavish kindness 
 
 The gifts of God are strown : 
 The heathen in his blindness 
 
 Bows down to wood and stone. 
 
 3 Shall we whose souls are lighted 
 With wisdom from on high, 
 
 Shall we to men benighted 
 
 The lamp of life deny ? 
 Salvation ! salvation ! 
 
 The joyful sound proclaim, 
 Till earth's remotest nation 
 
 Has learn'd Messiah's name. 
 
266 SPECIAL OCCASIONS. 
 
 4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, 
 
 And you, ye waters, roll, 
 Till, like a sea of glory, 
 
 It spreads from pole to pole — 
 Till o'er our ransom' d nature 
 
 The Lamb for sinners slain, 
 Eedeemer, King, Creator, 
 
 In bliss returns to reign. 
 
 A 1 fi S. M. T. O. SUMilERa 
 
 ill The Call to China. 
 
 THE call to China ! Hear, 
 Hear, and obey the call : 
 To arms ! To arms ! Prepare, prepare ! 
 Go scale that mighty wall. 
 
 2 Go scale that mighty wall- 
 Yea, shout its ramparts down : 
 
 Down they, like Jericho's, shall fall — 
 Success your arms shall crown. 
 
 3 Success your arms shall crown, 
 Error and sin shall yield, 
 
 China the Lord of heaven shall own — 
 The cross shall win the field. 
 
 4 The cross shall win the field — • 
 Sage, sophist, Buddhist, bow 
 
 Before the heavenly arms you wield 
 Conquering, to conquer go. 
 
 5 Conquering, to conquer go ! — 
 Who'll sound the war-cry, who ? — 
 
 Conquering, to conquer ! who the* foe 
 Will seek, survey, subdue ? 
 
 ^IIO L. M. MONTGOMERY. 
 
 TrlO The Missionary Penny, 
 
 A PENNY is a little thing, 
 Which e'en the poor man's child may fling 
 Into the treasury of heaven, 
 And make it worth as much as seven. 
 
SPECIAL OCCASIONS. 26* 
 
 2 As seven ! nay, worth its weight in gold, 
 And that increased a million fold; 
 
 For, lo ! a penny tract, if well 
 Applied, may save a soul from hell. 
 
 3 That soul can scarce be saved alone, — 
 It must, it will, its bliss make known : 
 
 " Come, " it will cry, " and you shall see 
 What great things God hath done for me." 
 
 4 Hundreds that joyful sound may hoar- 
 Hear with the heart as well as ear; 
 
 And these to thousands more proclaim 
 Salvation in the only Name. 
 
 5 That only Name, above, below, 
 
 Let Jews, and Turks, and Pagans know, 
 Till every tongue and tribe shall call 
 On Jesus Christ as Lord of all ! 
 
 419 
 
 6,6,6,6,8,8. 
 Missionary Mites. 
 
 CAN I, a little child, 
 Do any thing for those 
 Who are by sin defiled, 
 To lighten their sad woes ? 
 I cannot see a reason why 
 I should not, if I really try. 
 
 2 First, then, I would implore 
 The Lord to change their heart : 
 
 Then from my little store 
 I freely will impart, 
 That some kind teacher may be given 
 To point out Christ, the way to heaven. 
 
 3 How would such joyful news 
 Their inmost souls delight ! 
 
 And who would then refuse 
 To give their feeble mite, 
 That every heathen child may know 
 What blessings Jesus can bestow ? 
 
268 SPECIAL OCCASIONS. 
 
 JOA 7s. MRS. SIGOURNET, 
 
 ±/0\J Missionary 3 fifes. 
 
 LITTLE rain-drops feed the rill, 
 Rills to meet the brooklet glide, 
 Brooks the broader rivers fill, 
 
 Rivers swell the ocean's tide- 
 Ocean, that with swelling note 
 
 Proudly rears a foaming crest, 
 While the mightiest navies float 
 
 Lightly o'er its billowy breast. 
 2 Thus the dew-drops gather'd here, 
 
 Mites from willing childhood's hand, 
 Shall those streams of bounty cheer 
 
 That refresh a pagan land — 
 With the sea of love shall blend, 
 
 Which the gospel's grace doth pour; 
 And the name of Jesus send 
 
 E'en to earth's remotest shore. 
 
 A k) 1 8,7,4. T. O. SUMMERS. 
 
 *±>0 1 Children's Tribute. 
 
 PRAISE the Saviour ! Give him glory ! 
 Eighteen hundred years ago, 
 As we read in sacred story, 
 
 From his throne to earth below 
 
 He descended, 
 Us to save from sin and wo. 
 
 2 Loud resound the happy chorus, 
 Let no tongue the notes refuse : 
 
 Christ was born to suffer for us — 
 Tell the world the joyful news : 
 
 Tell it, Christians- 
 Hear it, Pagans, Turks, and Jews. 
 
 3 Soon may He who reigneth o'er us, 
 Reign the universal King; 
 
 And to haste his advent glorious, 
 Let us our best offerings bring, 
 
 And hosannas 
 Loudly in his temple sing. 
 
SPECIAL OCCASIONS. 269 
 
 AC)i) 10,11. T. O. SUMMERS. 
 
 ^L/UU Sunday-school Wiwrionary Collection. 
 
 TO Jesus our King, Who sits on the throne, 
 Our tribute we bring — His sovereignty own: 
 His kingdom, so glorious, We long to behold 
 O'er all men victorious, As promised of old. 
 
 2 Each Sunday-school child Contributes to 
 
 cheer 
 The wilderness wild — The solitude drear: 
 The desert so fearful, With wants and with 
 
 woes, 
 We help to make cheerful, And bloom as the 
 
 rose. 
 
 3 The Father, the Son, The Spirit of grace— 
 The great Three in One — All nations shall 
 
 bless : 
 The poor Pagan swell forth His praise with 
 
 the Jew, 
 The Mussulman tell forth His glad homage 
 
 too. 
 
 Ai)0 7a. BOWRING. 
 
 X/CO Watchman, what of the Night? 
 
 WATCHMAN, tell us of the night, 
 What its signs of promise are. 
 Traveller, o'er yon mountain's height, 
 
 See that glory-beaming star. 
 Watchman, does its beauteous ray 
 
 Aught of hope or joy foretell? 
 Traveller, yes: it brings the day, 
 
 Promised day of Israel. 
 2 Watchman, tell us of the night: 
 
 Higher yet that star ascends. 
 Traveller, blessedness and light, 
 
 Peace and truth, its course portends. 
 Watchman, will its beams alone 
 
 Gild the spot that gave them birth ? 
 
27U SPECIAL OCCASIONS. 
 
 Traveller, ages are its own, 
 
 See ! it bursts o'er all the earth. 
 
 3 Watchmen, tell us of the night, 
 
 For the morning seems to dawn. 
 Traveller, darkness takes its flight, 
 
 Doubt and terror are withdrawn. 
 Watchman, let thy wanderings cease : 
 
 Hie thee to thy quiet home. 
 Traveller, lo ! the Prince of peace, 
 
 Lo ! the Son of God is come. 
 
 AG) A C. If. MONTGOMERY. 
 
 X.U i Heathen Nations converted. 
 
 AEISE and shine, your light is come, 
 Fair islands of the West ! 
 Awake and sing, once deaf and dumb, 
 Now islands of the blest. 
 
 2 Shine, for the glory of the Lord 
 Your coral-reefs surrounds : 
 
 Sing, for the trumpet of his word 
 O'er all your ocean sounds. 
 
 3 Poor Africa ! through thy waste s.tnds, 
 Where Calvary's fountain flows, 
 
 Deserts become Immanuel's lands, 
 And blossom like the rose. 
 
 4 India, beneath the chariot wheels 
 Of Juggernaut o'erthrown, 
 
 Thy heart a quickening Spirit feels, 
 A pulse beats through the stone. 
 
 5 China! behold thy quaking wall: 
 Foredoom'd by heaven's decree, 
 
 A hand is writing on it — "Fall!" 
 A voice goes forth — " Be free!" 
 
 6 Ye Pagan tribes ! of every race, 
 Clime, country, language, hue, 
 
 Believe, obey, be saved by grace, 
 The gospel speaks to you. 
 
SPECIAL OCCASIONS. 271 
 
 J.9 K c M - 
 
 JL/Utf The World evangelized. 
 
 STRETCH, my soul, thine ardent wing, 
 And hail the dawning light : 
 Behold, what scenes, what visions spring 
 Of infinite delight. 
 
 2 Soon shall the glorious eastern star 
 Above the mountains rise ; 
 
 And rays celestial, beaming far, 
 Illume e'en polar skies. 
 
 3 If angels in their sphere rejoice 
 One rescued soul to greet, 
 
 How will they raise th' enraptured voice 
 Whole continents to meet ! 
 
 4 Siberia spreads her frozen arms, 
 Released from sin and chains ; 
 
 And Sharon's rose displays its charms 
 On Afric's sultry plains. 
 
 5 From Java to the farthest West 
 The heavenly light shall reach ; 
 
 And truth divine its power attest, 
 In every cliino and speech. 
 
 6 Shed, Sun of righteousness, thy rays 
 On every land of night, 
 
 ■ Till all the heathen sing thy praise, 
 And hail the cheerful light. 
 
 426 
 
 7,6. 
 
 The Gospel Banner. 
 
 NOW be the gospel banner 
 In every land unfurl'd ; 
 And be the shout, Hosanna ! 
 
 Re-echo'd through the world : 
 Till every isle and nation, 
 
 Till every tribe and tongue 
 Receive the great salvation, 
 And join the happy throng. 
 
272 SPECIAL OCCASIONS. 
 
 2 What, though th' embattled legions 
 Of earth and hell combine, 
 
 His arm, throughout their regions, 
 Shall soon resplendent shine: 
 
 Ride on, Lord, victorious ! 
 Immanuel, Prince of peace, 
 
 Thy triumph shall be glorious — 
 Thine empire still increase. 
 
 3 Yes, thou shalt reign for ever, 
 Jesus, King of kings : 
 
 Thy light, thy love, thy favour, 
 Each ransom'd captive sings. 
 
 The isles for thee are waiting, 
 The deserts learn thy praise: 
 
 The hills and valleys greeting, 
 The song responsive raise. 
 
 4.97 7 ' 6 - 
 
 Jl£J I Universal Hallelujah. 
 
 WHEN shall the voice of singing 
 Flow joyfully along? 
 When hill and valley, ringing 
 With one triumphant song, 
 Proclaim the contest ended, 
 
 And Him, who once was slain, 
 Again to earth descended, 
 In righteousness to reign ? 
 
 2 Then, from the craggy mountains 
 
 The sacred shout shall fly, 
 And shady vales and fountains 
 
 Shall echo the reply : 
 High tower and lowly dwelling 
 
 Shall send the chorus round, 
 The hallelujah swelling 
 
 In one eternal sound. 
 
SPECIAL OCCASIONS. 273 
 
 428 
 
 Universal Chorus. 
 
 ZION ! the marvellous story be telling, 
 The Son of the Highest, how lowly his birth ! 
 The brightest archangel in glory excelling, 
 He stoops to redeem thee, he reigns upon 
 
 earth. 
 Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing, 
 Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King. 
 
 2 Tell how he cometh, from nation to nation, 
 The heart-cheering news let the earth echo 
 
 round — 
 How free to the faithful he offers salvation, 
 How his people with joy everlasting are 
 crown'd. 
 
 3 Mortals, your homage be gratefully bringing, 
 And sweet let the gladsome hosanna arise : 
 
 Ye angels ! the full hallelujah be singing, 
 One chorus resound through the earth and 
 the skies. 
 
 /10Q 11,10,8. SATJNDERSON. 
 
 X.UU The glorious Jubilee. 
 
 ~D E JOICE, rejoice, the promised time ia 
 Xv coming, 
 Rejoice, rejoice, the wilderness shall bloom; 
 
 And Zion's children then shall sing, 
 
 The deserts are all blossoming. 
 Rejoice, rejoice, the promised time is coming, 
 Rejoice, rejoice, the wilderness shall bloom. 
 
 The gospel banner, wide unfurl'd, 
 
 Shall wave in triumph ^'er the world; 
 
 And every creature, bond or free, 
 
 Shall hail that glorious jubilee. 
 
 4QA 7s. MONTGOMERY. 
 
 OU The Song of Jubilee. 
 
 HARK ! the song of jubilee, 
 Loud as mighty thunders roar, 
 
274 SPECIAL OCCASIONS. 
 
 Or the fulness of the sea, 
 
 When it breaks upon the shores 
 
 Hallelujah ! for the Lord 
 God omnipotent shall reign : 
 
 Hallelujah ! let the word 
 
 Echo round the earth and main. 
 
 2 Hallelujah ! hark ! the sound 
 From the depth unto the skies 
 
 Wakes above, beneath, around, 
 
 All creation's harmonies : 
 See Jehovah's banner furl'd, 
 
 Sheath'd his sword : he speaks : 'tis done! 
 And the kingdoms of this world 
 
 Are the kingdoms of his Son. 
 
 3 He shall reign from pole to pole, 
 With illimitable sway : 
 
 He shall reign when, like a scroll, 
 Yonder heavens have pass'd away! 
 
 Then the end — beneath his rod 
 Man's last enemy shall fall: 
 
 Hallelujah ! Christ in God, 
 God in Christ, is all in all. 
 
 6,6,6,6,8,8. BrDDEN, 
 
 Sunday-School Celebration. 
 
 CHILDREN. 
 
 COME, let our voices join 
 In one glad song of praise : 
 To God, the God of love, 
 Our grateful hearts we raise : 
 
 CONGREGATION. 
 
 To God alone your praise belongs : 
 His love demands your earliest songs. 
 
 CHILDREN. 
 
 2 Now we are taught to read 
 
 The book of life divine, 
 Where our Redeemer's love 
 
 And brightest glories shine: 
 
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SPECIAL. OCCASIONS. 275 
 
 CONGREGATION. 
 
 To God alone the praise is due, 
 Who sends his word to us and you. 
 
 CHILDREN. 
 
 3 Within these hallow'd walls 
 Our wandering feet are brought, 
 
 Where prayer and praise ascend, 
 And heavenly truths are taught: 
 
 CONGREGATION. 
 
 To God alone your offerings bring: 
 Here in his church his praises sing. 
 
 CHILDREN. 
 
 4 For blessings such as these 
 Our gratitude receive : 
 
 Lord, here accept our hearts, 
 'Tis all that we can give : 
 
 CONGREGATION. 
 
 Great God, accept their infant songs: 
 To thee alone their praise belongs. 
 
 BOTH. 
 
 5 Lord, bid this work of love 
 Be crown'd with meet success : 
 
 May thousands yet unborn 
 This institution bless: 
 Thus shall the praise resound to thee 
 Now, and through all eternity. 
 
 432 
 
 Sunday-ScJiool Celebration. 
 
 WE meet again in gladness, 
 And thankful voices raise: 
 To God, our heavenly Father, 
 
 We'll tune our grateful praise: 
 'Tis his kind hand that kept us 
 
 Through all the changing year: 
 His love it is that brings us 
 
 Again to worship here. 
 2 We'll thank him for the Sabbath, 
 
 This day of holy rest; 
 
276 SPECIAL OCCASIONS. 
 
 And for the blessed Bible, 
 The book that we love best — 
 
 For Sabbath-schools and teachers. 
 To us so kindly given, 
 
 To guide us in the pathway 
 That leads to joys in heaven. 
 
 3 "We'll thank him for our country 
 The land our fathers trod — 
 
 For liberty of conscience, 
 And right to worship God. 
 
 Lord, our heavenly Father, 
 Accept the praise we bring, 
 
 And tune our hearts and voices 
 Thy glorious name to sing. 
 
 4 Soon may thy gracious sceptre 
 Extend to every land, 
 
 And all as willing subjects 
 Submit to thy command. 
 
 Send forth the gospel tidings, 
 And hasten on the day 
 
 When every isle and nation 
 Shall own Messiah's sway. 
 
 ^iOO Sunday-School Celebration. 
 
 COME join our celebration 
 With hallow'd songs of joy. 
 And on this bright occasion 
 
 Your sweetest notes employ: 
 Parents and friends invited, 
 
 And teachers now are here, 
 In purpose all united 
 
 Our youthful hearts to cheer. 
 
 2 Thanks to the God of heaven, 
 Kind guardian of our race, 
 
 For all the favours given 
 Beneath his smiling face — 
 
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 For health, and strength, and reason, 
 
 And friendship unalloy'd, 
 And every pleasant season 
 
 In Sunday-school enjoy'd. 
 S Thanks for the kind protection 
 
 God's arm has thrown around, 
 And for that sweet affection 
 
 He causes to abound 
 In those who're watching o'er us 
 
 With many an anxious sigh, 
 And seeking to restore us 
 
 To peace and heavenly joy. 
 4 May God with many a blessing 
 
 Reward their toil and care, 
 And hear them while addressing 
 
 His throne in fervent prayer; 
 And may his love constraining, 
 
 Our youthful spirits bow; 
 And grace for ever reigning, 
 
 Our inmost souls endow. 
 
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 t)x Sunday -School Celebration. 
 
 LORD, we are spared again to meet 
 On this rejoicing day, 
 To bow before thy mercy-seat, 
 To praise thee, and to pray. 
 
 2 Many, since last we gather'd here, 
 Have pass'd away like flowers : 
 
 Perhaps, before another year, 
 Their dwelling may be ours ! 
 
 3 To Jesus every eye we raise, 
 On him for mercy rest : 
 
 Young children, in his mortal days, 
 He folded to his breast. 
 
 4 Young children, at his Father's side, 
 He still with pity views; 
 

 
 278 SPECIAL OCCASIONS. 
 
 And, pleading that for such he diec^ 
 
 Their sinful hearts renews. 
 5 Lord, to thine open arms we fly, 
 
 And seek our safety there : 
 Then shall we have no fear to die, 
 
 If thou our hearts prepare. 
 
 40PC 5,7,8,6. 
 
 jitJU Sunday-School Celebration. 
 COME, let us sing! 
 Our youthful hearts now swellings 
 To God above, a God of love — 
 
 come, let us sing! 
 Our joyful spirits, glad and free, 
 With high emotions rise to thee 
 In heavenly melody — 
 come, let us sing ! 
 
 2 The full notes prolong 
 Our festal celebrating: 
 
 We hail the day with cheerful lay, 
 
 And full notes prolong. 
 Both cheerful youth and silvery age, 
 And childhood pure, the gay, the sage, 
 These thrilling scenes engage, 
 
 Full notes to prolong. 
 
 3 swell, swell the song, 
 His praises oft repeating: 
 
 His Son he gave our souls to save — 
 
 swell, swell the song. 
 The humble heart's devotion bring, 
 Whence gushing streams of love do spring 
 And make the welkin ring 
 
 With sweet-swelling song. 
 
 4 We'll chant, chant his praise — 
 Our lofty strains now blending: 
 
 A tribute bring to Christ our King, 
 And chant, chant his praise. 
 
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 Our Saviour, Prince, was crucified : 
 
 " 'Tis finish'd," then he meekly cried, , 
 
 And bow'd his head and died— 
 
 Then chant, chant his praise ! 
 
 5 All full chorus join, 
 To Jesus condescending 
 To bless our race with heavenly grace, 
 
 All full chorus join. 
 To God, whose mercy on us smiled, 
 And Holy Spirit, reconciled 
 By Christ, the meek and mild, 
 
 All full chorus join ! 
 
 4£)fi 8s. MRS. GILBERT 
 
 00 Sunday-School Celebration. 
 
 HOW sweet is the fragrance of flowers 
 That bloom at the dawning of day! 
 Refresh'd with heaven's kindliest showers, 
 
 How healthy and beautiful they ! 
 Thus lovely and soothing the sight — 
 More lovely than nature supplies — 
 Are those who at earliest light 
 
 Expand their young hearts to the skies. 
 
 2 A tribute acceptable, paid 
 
 Yet green, in the season of prime, 
 Ere noon hath its ravages made, 
 
 And verdure is sullied by time : 
 Collect for thine altars, God, 
 
 A wreath from our garden below : 
 Nay, send thy refreshings abroad, 
 
 That all the plantation may grow. 
 
 3 suffer not one to remain 
 Beside living waters unfed, 
 
 But give thou the plentiful rain, 
 The sun of thine influence shed : 
 
 So comely as willows that bend 
 
 Where streamlets and fountains abound, 
 
 Be these the young plants that we tend, 
 With blossoms and fruitfulness crown'd. 
 
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 V • Sunday -School Celebration. 
 
 WHILE the heavenly host rejoices 
 In thy glorious presence, Lord, 
 Thou wilt hear our youthful voices 
 Praise thee for thy holy word : 
 
 Glory — glory 
 Through the earth and heavens be heard* 
 
 2 Mercies tasted by our fathers 
 
 On the children, too, have come : 
 When around their spirit gathers 
 Darkness from the opening tomb, 
 
 May thy presence ' 
 Then disperse the heavy gloom. 
 
 3 "We know not the lot before us — 
 That to only thee is known : 
 
 Let thy love and truth reign o'er us, 
 And our hearts be thine alone : 
 
 Life eternal 
 Thou wilt give us as our own. 
 
 4 As the morning sunlight chases 
 Night and all its gloom away, 
 
 May thy truth, in earth's dark places, 
 Turn the midnight into day: 
 
 Let thy kingdom 
 Quickly come, Lord, we pray. 
 
 A 90 C. M. MONTGOMERY 
 
 tOO Sunday-SchoolJubilee. 
 
 HOSANNA be the children's song 
 To Christ, the children's King : 
 His praise, to whom their souls belong, 
 
 Let all the children sing. 
 2 Hosanna sound from hill to hill, 
 And spread from plain to plain, 
 While louder, sweeter, clearer still, 
 Woods echo to the strain. 
 
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 3 Hosanna, on the wings of light, 
 O'er earth and ocean fly, 
 
 Till morn to eve, and noon to night, 
 And heaven to earth reply. 
 
 4 Hosanna then our song shall he, 
 Hosanna to our King : 
 
 This is the children's jubilee, 
 Let. all the children sing. 
 
 4QQ L. M. MONTGOMERY 
 
 OtJ Sunday-School Jubilee. 
 
 THE grace of Jesus Christ our Lord, 
 The Father's love with sweet accord, 
 The Holy Ghost's communion, be 
 Our bond of peace and amity. 
 
 2 This is the threefold cord that binds 
 The sympathies of kindred minds, 
 And draws them to that glorious Three, 
 The one eternal Deity. 
 
 3 Thus God to man himself reveals, 
 His people calls, redeems, and seals, 
 Who one with him in spirit are 
 
 In answer to Christ's farewell prayer. 
 
 4 Nor time, nor place, nor life, nor death, 
 Decaying strength, departing breath, 
 Can loose or break that holy cord 
 
 Laid on them by their loving Lord. 
 
 5 This was the very cord of love 
 Which drew him from his throne above : 
 With it he makes sin's prisoners free, 
 And captive leads captivity. 
 
 6 Bound with this covenant to-day, 
 We rest as pilgrims on our way, 
 Past trials thankfully review, 
 
 And cheerfully prepare for new. 
 
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 A AC\ L. M. MONTGOMERY. 
 
 XJlVJ Sunday-School Jubilee. 
 
 OUR schools are nurseries below, 
 For trees of paradise to grow, 
 Till, by their Saviour's training hand, 
 Transplanted to the promised land. 
 
 2 Myriads already, from our care, 
 Once our companions, flourish there : 
 Yet still in fellowship all meet, 
 They see his face, we kiss his feet 
 
 3 There's joy in heaven among the saint^ 
 O'er every sinner that repents : 
 
 The children's angels swell that strain 
 When little ones are born again. 
 
 4 Then be this day of sacred mirth 
 A jubilee in heaven and earth : 
 Hence, while our glad hosannas rue, 
 High hallelujahs fill the skies. 
 
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 111 Spring Celebration. 
 
 COME, join the festive song, 
 Wake, voices all : 
 Chime with the vernal' throng, 
 
 List to the call : 
 Hear we in every breeze, 
 From vale and mountain trees, 
 Glad notes of nature say — 
 
 Join ye my lay. 
 2 Lord of the rolling year, 
 
 'Round and above, 
 Boundless thy works appear-^- 
 
 Boundless thy love : 
 All, all in earth and sky, 
 As glide the seasons by, 
 New glories of thy name 
 
 Ever proclaim. 
 
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 3 Joyous we swell the strain, 
 Thankful to thee— 
 
 Watched by thy care, again 
 
 Spring-tide to see : 
 Still in this gospel land 
 Throngs forth the Sabbath band, 
 Under truth's canopy, 
 
 Happy and free. 
 
 4 Onward forever flow 
 Truth's mighty wave: 
 
 Soon every clime below 
 
 Conquer and save. 
 Sweet as the voice of spring, 
 Then every tongue shall sing — 
 Glory to God on high, 
 
 Glory for aye. 
 
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 Spring Celebration. 
 
 WE have met in peace together, 
 In this house of God again : 
 Constant friends have led us hitL*?, 
 
 Here to chant the solemn strain . 
 Here to breathe our adoration, 
 
 While the balmy breeze of spring, 
 Like the Spirit of salvation, 
 
 Comes with gladness on its wing 
 
 2 And, while nature glows with beauty. 
 While the fields are rich in flowers, 
 
 Shall our hearts neglect their duty, 
 Shall our souls abuse their powers? 
 
 Shall not all our hopes, ascending, 
 Point us to a home above, 
 
 Where, in glory never ending, 
 He who made us smiles in love? 
 
 3 There no autumn-tempests gather: 
 There no friends lament the dead j 
 
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284 SPECIAL OCCASIONS. 
 
 And on fields that never wither, 
 
 Fadeless rays of light are shed : 
 There with bright immortal roses 
 
 Angels wreath their harps of gold, 
 And each ransom'd soul reposes 
 
 Midst a scene of bliss untold. 
 4 We have met, and time is flying — 
 
 We shall part — and still his wing> 
 Sweeping o'er the dead and dying, 
 
 Will the changeful seasons bring: 
 Let us, while our hearts are lightest, 
 
 In our fresh and early years, 
 Turn to Him, whose smile is brightest, 
 
 And whose grace will calm our fears. 
 
 A A O C. M 
 
 ^L±t) Mural Celebration. 
 
 WE seem to hear a voice of praise, 
 Here, mid the leafy bowers, 
 From murmuring streams whose crystal raaza 
 Doth cheer the thirsty flowers. 
 
 2 But louder where yon lofty trees 
 By summer's, hand are drest, 
 
 It swells on every gentle breeze, 
 From bough, and spray, and nest. 
 
 3 But if the things by nature taught 
 Pour music o'er the sod, 
 
 How high should rise our raptured thought, 
 Who learn the word of God ! 
 
 4 To us he speaks, from morning's cell — 
 From evening's dewy sphere, 
 
 And when the holy Sabbath bell 
 Salutes the Christian's ear. 
 
 5 To us he speaks, he guides our choice 
 By heaven's own book div r ine; 
 
 And aids our teachers' much-loved voice 
 To fix each treasured line. 
 
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 6 To us he speaks, and we in praise 
 "Would still our offering bring : 
 
 Here, where creation joins our lays, 
 And there, where angels sing. 
 
 AAA S. M. 
 
 T!lT Rural Celebration. 
 
 THE freshly blooming flowers 
 To Thee sweet offerings bear; 
 And cheerful birds in shady bowers 
 Sing forth thy tender care. 
 
 2 The fields on every side, 
 The trees on every hill, 
 
 The glorious sun, the rolling tide, 
 Proclaim thy wonders still. 
 
 3 But trees, and fields, and skies, 
 Still praise a God unknown ; 
 
 For gratitude and love can rise 
 From living hearts alone. 
 
 4 These living hearts of ours 
 Thy holy name would bless : 
 
 The blossoms of all nature's flowers 
 Would please our Father less. 
 
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 jlxV Rural Celebration. 
 
 HAIL, great Creator, wise and good I 
 To thee our songs we raise : 
 Nature, through all her various scene?, 
 Invites us to thy praise. 
 
 2 Thy glory beams in every star 
 Which gilds the gloom of night, 
 
 And decks the smiling face of morn 
 "With rays of cheerful light. 
 
 3 The lofty hill, the humble vale, 
 With countless beauties shine : 
 
 The silent grove, the vocal shore, 
 Proclaim thy power divine. 
 
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 4 Great nature's God ! still may these scene* 
 Our serious thoughts engage: 
 
 Still may our grateful hearts consult 
 Thy works' instructive page. 
 
 5 And while, in all above, around, 
 Thy varied love we see, 
 
 may our hearts, great God, be led 
 Through all thy works to thee ! 
 
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 •t xU Rural Celebration. 
 
 WITH joy once more we hail thee, 
 'lovely rural scene ! 
 Thy groves, and fields, and woodlands, 
 
 Thy garb of cheerful green ! 
 How pure the crystal fountain ! 
 
 How clear the purling rills ! 
 How sweet the tufted flowerets 
 
 That blossom on the hills ! 
 Such rich and varied beauty 
 
 Our hearts with rapture fills. 
 
 2 Here, at the morn's awaking, 
 The tuneful, gladsome lay, 
 
 By nature's chorus chanted, 
 
 Salutes the welcome day j 
 And mid the sun's bright glowing ? 
 
 Till evening's dewy fall, 
 In tones of mellow sweetness, 
 
 These feather'd warblers call 
 On human hearts to worship 
 
 The common Lord of all. 
 
 3 We love in blest communion 
 To seek this rural shade 
 
 Where nature's true devotion 
 
 To nature's God is paid. 
 And here, as we are musing, 
 
 We think of scenes above, 
 
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 Where smiles, like those of summer, 
 
 No change can e'er remove : 
 Where music yet more heavenly 
 
 Shall chant its notes of love. 
 
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 A JL J Rural Feast. 
 
 HERE, like the birds that wander free, 
 Warbling their woodland lays, 
 We, heavenly Father, sing to thee 
 Our grateful song of praise. 
 
 2 The happy minstrels of the air, 
 That on thy bounty live, 
 
 With songs repay thy constant care, — 
 'Tis all that they can give. 
 
 3 But we can give the loving heart, 
 And lift our thoughts above — 
 
 Can learn that thou our Father art, 
 And feel that thou art love. 
 
 4 A table in the wilderness 
 Of old thy bounty spread, 
 
 When manna dropp'd, the tribes to bless 
 That cried to thee for bread. 
 
 5 For us kind friends a feast' prepare, 
 Beneath this wild-wood shade : 
 
 Scarce better could thy children fare 
 Whose food the manna made. 
 
 6 Never, like them, may we be heard , 
 To murmur or repine : 
 
 Still may we heed thy holy word, 
 And form our wills to thine. 
 
 'x40 The Bible and the Sunday -School. . 
 
 THE Sunday-school ! the Sunday-school 1 
 Blest be the wondrous plan ! 
 So strong its power, so fraught with love, 
 Descending down to man ! 
 
288 SPECIAL OCCASIONS. 
 
 The Bible and the Sunday-school 
 
 Our bulwark firm shall be, 
 To guard our rights, maintain our Jaws, 
 
 Preserve our liberty. 
 
 2 "We hold the blessed Bible as 
 Our charter and our shield — 
 
 Its precepts and its promises 
 
 A powerful sword to wield : 
 With freeborn minds, and bounding heart* 
 
 We prize its sacred truth, 
 For comfort in declining years — 
 
 Our guide in early youth. 
 
 3 holy book ! happy day ! 
 May unborn millions stan % d, 
 
 Surrounded by these bulwarks strong, 
 
 Throughout this happy land : 
 Nor tyrant's rod, nor despot's power, 
 
 Deprive us of our right 
 To serve our country and our God 
 
 In freedom'., blessed light. 
 
 4 And when we stand on Zion's heignts, 
 In the bright world above, 
 
 Where golden harps are sounding forth 
 
 The Saviour's dying love — 
 The Bible and the Sunday-school 
 
 Our anthems still shall be, 
 For they have led our wandering feet, 
 
 Lord, to heaven and thee ! 
 
 T. ±V Bible Banners. 
 
 THE Bible, the Bible ! .more precious thac 
 gold 
 The hopes and the glories its pages unfold : 
 It speaks of salvation, wide opens the door, 
 Its offers are free, to the rich and the poor. 
 2 The Bible, the Bible ! blest volume of truth. 
 How sweetly it smiles on the season of youth; 
 
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 1. bids us seek early the poarl of great price, 
 Ere the heart is enslaved in the bondage of vice. 
 
 3 The Bible, the Bible ! the valleys shall ring., 
 And hill-tops re-echo the notes that we sing; 
 Our banners, inscribed with its precepts and 
 
 rules, 
 Shall long wave in triumph, the joy of oar 
 
 schools. 
 
 AKf) 7,6,3. 
 
 TtfJU We icoii't give up ilie Bible. 
 
 WE won't give up the Bible, 
 God's holy book of truth, 
 The blessed staff of hoary age, 
 
 The guide of early youth : 
 The lamp that sheds a glorious light 
 
 On, else, a dreary road ! 
 The voice that speaks the Saviour's love, 
 And leads us home to God. 
 
 2 We won't give up the Bible ; 
 * But could you force away 
 What is as our own life-blood dear, 
 
 We still with joy could say : 
 "The words which we have learn'd while 
 young 
 
 We'll follow all our days ; 
 For they're engraven on our hearts, 
 
 And ye can not erase." 
 
 3 We won't give up the Bible : 
 We'll shout it far and wide, 
 
 Until the echo shall be heard 
 
 Beyond the rolling tide ! 
 Till all shall know that we, though young, 
 
 Withstand each treacherous art; 
 And that from God's own sacred word 
 
 We'll never, never part ! 
 
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290 SPECIAL OCCASIONS. 
 
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 ±01 College Commencement. Ps. lxxviii. 1-7. 
 
 HEAR ye my law, my people, hear : 
 Lend to my words the listening ear : 
 My mouth shall lofty lore unfold — 
 My lips dark sentences of old. 
 
 2 Such truths to us our sires hare shown, 
 Our ears have heard, our hearts have known; 
 Nor shall our lips forbear to trace 
 
 The image for our future race. 
 
 3 But times remote — the latter days — 
 The story of Jehovah's praise 
 
 Shall hear, and ponder with delight 
 His wondrous deeds, his arm of might. 
 4- His law to Jacob he reveal'd, 
 His covenant with Israel seal'd, 
 And gave our sires the charge divine 
 In trust for their succeeding line — 
 5 That, year to year, and age to age, 
 Might safe convey the sacred page ; 
 And still his truth perpetual run, 
 Transmitted down from sire to son : 
 fi That on the arm of power divine 
 Sons yet unborn might still recline ; 
 Nor e'er forget the works of God, 
 Nor e'er forsake his guiding rod. 
 
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 xfj 4/ For a Commencement. 
 
 GOD of the young ! Creator, Friend ! 
 To thee in lowliness we bend : 
 hear us in this parting hour, — 
 Support us by thy mighty power. 
 2 God of the young! While young we are,. 
 let us own thy guardian care ! 
 Our trust in thee securely place, 
 And rest devoutly on thy grace. 
 
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 3 God of the young ! Our footsteps guide 
 When flowery paths are open wide : 
 Keep us, Father, free from guile, 
 Teach us to fear each tempting wile. 
 
 4 God of the young ! To thee alone 
 Our course iu life is fully known — 
 Dark waters rise upon the sight, 
 Thy presence, only, giveth light. 
 
 5 God of the young J Who once on earth, 
 A feeble child of feeble birth, 
 
 Didst feel the ills of mortal life, 
 And meet temptation's awful strife — 
 
 6 God of the young ! who for us died, 
 keep us ever near thy side : 
 
 In sorrow's hour be thou our stay, 
 And bring us to thy perfect day. 
 
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 "lUO For a Commencement. 
 
 WHILE we with fear and hope survey 
 This youthful, blooming throng, 
 And little know the eventful way 
 Their steps may pass along — 
 
 2 One day is as a thousand years, 
 Eternal God, to thee, 
 
 And present to thine eye appears 
 Their whole futurity. 
 
 3 Thou seest temptation's subtle thread, 
 Or torture's fiery test : 
 
 Mid scenes of pleasure or of dread 
 Screen thou the unguarded breast. 
 
 4 Saviour! through each portentous change, 
 And dangers yet untrod, 
 
 Where'er they rest, where'er they range, 
 Be thou their present, God ! 
 
292 SPECIAL OCCASIONS. 
 
 4?\A L. M. COLLYEf . 
 
 lu I Young men. exhort to be sober-minded. 
 
 YOUNG men exhort, the apostle said, 
 To cherish soberness of mind; 
 So when the bloom of life is fled, 
 Substantial fruit shall stay behind. 
 
 2 If God's eternal word of truth 
 
 Affect your hearts, your thoughts engage, 
 Its guardian power shall shield your youth, 
 Its consolations cheer your age. 
 
 3 Come, then, and choose religion's ways, 
 In life's sweet fragrancy and prime ; 
 
 So peace shall crown your following days — > 
 Peace, indestructible by time. 
 
 J££ 8,8,3,8,8,8. c.wesley. 
 
 TrOtJ "Learning and holiness combined." 
 
 COME, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
 To whom we for our children cry, 
 The good desired and wanted most, 
 Out of thy richest grace supply! 
 The sacred discipline be given 
 To train and bring them up for heaven. 
 
 2 Error and ignorance remove, 
 
 Their blindness both of heart and mind; 
 Give them the wisdom from above, 
 
 Spotless, and peaceable, and kind : 
 In knowledge pure their minds renew, 
 And store with thoughts divinely true. 
 
 3 Learning's redundant part and vain 
 Be here cut off, and cast aside ; 
 
 But let them, Lord, the substance gain — 
 
 In every solid truth abide — 
 Swiftly acquire, and ne'er forego 
 The knowledge fit for man to know. 
 
 4 Unite the pair so long disjoin'd, 
 Knowledge and vital piety: 
 
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 Learning and holiness combined, 
 
 And truth and love, let all men see 
 In those whom up to thee we give, 
 Thine, wholly thine, to die and live ! 
 
 4^a 8,8,8,8,8,8. . c. WESLKr. 
 
 UU Youth devoted to God. 
 
 CAPTAIN of our salvation, take 
 The souls we here present to thee, 
 And fit for thy great service make 
 
 These heirs of immortality; 
 And let them in thine image rise, 
 And then transplant to paradise. 
 2 Train up thy hardy soldiers, Lord, 
 
 In all their Captain's steps to tread ! 
 Or send them to proclaim thy word, 
 
 Thy gospel through the world to spread: 
 Freely as they receive to give, 
 And preach the death by which we live. 
 
 AK^f I". M. JANE TAYLOR, 
 
 It) I Dismissing a good Scholar. 
 
 WE offer, Lord, an humble prayer, 
 And thank thee for thy grace bestowed 
 In leading one beneath our care 
 Thus far in wisdom's pleasant road. 
 
 2 Whatever to his lot may fall, 
 What toilsome duties to fulfil, 
 
 We do not know, but in them all 
 
 Be thou his strength and comfort still. 
 
 3 May Jesus be his constant friend, 
 The Bible his support and stay; 
 
 And may thy Spirit, Lord, descend, 
 To bless and guide him day by day. 
 
 TtfJO Farewell to a Teacher. 
 
 DEAR partner of our hopes and fears, 
 And wilt thou here no longer dwelL. 
 
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 To share our toils, and joys, and tears ? 
 And must we bid a sad farewell ? 
 
 2 Yes : thou must fill thy future lot 
 
 Far from thy fond and cherish'd friend 
 But not to be by us forgot 
 
 While life its beating pulses spends. 
 
 3 "We'll think of thee amid the scene 
 Of each returning Sabbath day; 
 
 And nowhere else with grief so keen, 
 Will mourn that thou art far away. 
 
 4 We'll think of thee around the board 
 That speaks a dying Saviour's love; 
 
 And trust our joy will be restored 
 In endless fellowship above. 
 
 5 Lord, let thy care Ms footsteps guard, 
 Thy choicest blessings fill his heart, 
 
 And crown him with thy rich reward, 
 
 Where Christian friends no more shall part 
 
 A ZQ L. M. MONTGOMERY, 
 
 ±Ov Erection of a new School-house. 
 
 A CHILDREN'S temple here we build, 
 And consecrate it, Lord, to thee, 
 In hope that with thy presence fill'd 
 , These humble walls henceforth may be. 
 
 2 When Christ, thy holy child, was born, 
 He had not where to lay his head : 
 
 Though King of kings, he did not scorn 
 The meanness of a manger-bed. 
 
 3 And is he not to-day the same, 
 And deigns he not to visit there 
 
 Where two or three, in his great name, 
 Are met for worship, praise, and prayer ? 
 
 4 Ah ! yes, where simple souls are taught 
 To know and do his Father's will, 
 
 Or infants to his arms are brought, 
 He welcomes all, and blesses still. 
 
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 5 Come, Holy Ghost, while we draw nigh, 
 Such life and power to us afford, 
 
 That each may Abba, Father cry, 
 And young and old call Jesus Lord. 
 
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 jt\)\J Opening a new School-house. 
 
 HALLOW'D be this humble spot, 
 Like the place of Jacob's bed : 
 God was there — he knew it not 
 Till heaven open'd o'er his head. 
 
 2 Not in visions of the night, 
 God of Jacob ! on our way, 
 
 But in noon of gospel light 
 
 Here thy power and grace display. 
 
 3 Oft on embassies of love 
 Be descending angels sent, 
 
 And, returning, spread above 
 Joy o'er sinners that repent. 
 
 4 Here the children's angels see 
 Little ones to Jesus brought, 
 
 In thy nurture train'd for thee, 
 By thine admonition taught. 
 
 5 While thy ministers declare 
 All the counsel of thy will, 
 
 Lord, thy people's hearts prepare, 
 Every precept to fulfil. 
 
 6 Here, when all that live are dead, 
 And the born supply their place, 
 
 Age by age, may souls be led, 
 In this house, to seek thy face. 
 
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 Opening a new School-room. 
 
 WITH grateful delight we survey 
 The work of this building complete : 
 We bless thee, dear Saviour, this day 
 We thus are permitted to meet. 
 
296 SPECIAL OCCASIONS. 
 
 2 But what will this structure avail, 
 Unless thy kind presence is here ? 
 
 Our work will entirely fail : 
 No fruit unto God will appear. 
 
 3 But sweet are thy promises, Lord — 
 On these let us ever depend: 
 
 Thou say'st where thy name we record, 
 Thy presence and grace shall attend. 
 
 4 Then, thankful for all that is past, 
 With cheerful delight may we move; 
 
 "While, gracious Redeemer, we ask 
 For brighter displays of thy love. 
 
 IU/6 Thanksgiving for Christian Nurture. 
 
 FATHER of all, The great and the small, 
 The old and the young, 
 Thanksgiving accept from a stammerer's tongue 
 Thy goodness we praise, Which has found us 
 a place — 
 Has planted us here, 
 To be mildly bro't up in thy nurture and fear. 
 
 2 Thy mercy and truth In the days of our youth 
 
 We learn to adore, 
 And gladly acknowledge thy wisdom and power: 
 Thy astonishing plan To recover lost man, 
 
 With the heavenly choir, 
 We are taught in the morning of life to admire. 
 
 3 Thy favour we find In the Friend of mankind 
 
 Sent down from above, 
 The witness and proof of thy fatherly love : 
 With joy we embrace Thy tenders of grace, 
 
 Through the blood of the Lamb, 
 And accept our salvation in Jesus's name. 
 1 Thy mercy hath brought Salvation, unsought, 
 
 To us, and to all ; 
 And all may be saved, if they follow the call 
 
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 "We follow it here, Till the Saviour appear, 
 
 His saints to approve, 
 And carry us up to his kingdom above. 
 
 J£0 CM. C. WESLEY", 
 
 *iUO Anniversary of an Orphan Asylum. 
 
 AGAIN the kind revolving year 
 Has brought this happy day, 
 And we in God's bless'd house appear 
 Again our vows to pay. 
 
 2 Our watchful guardians, robed in light, 
 Adore the heavenly King: 
 
 Ten thousand thousand seraphs bright 
 Incessant praises sing. 
 
 3 They know no want, they feel no care, 
 Nor ever sigh as we : 
 
 Sorrow and sin are strangers there, 
 And all is harmony. 
 
 4 If aught can there enhance their bliss, 
 Or raise their raptures higher, 
 
 New joys in heaven, at sights like this, 
 New anthems fill the choir. 
 
 5 With what resembling care and love 
 Both worlds for us appear ! 
 
 Our friendly guardians, those above — 
 Our benefactors, here. 
 
 ^JO/I C. M. C. WESLEY", 
 
 lUl For an Orphan Asylum. 
 
 FATHER, of mercies, hear our prayers 
 For those that do us good, 
 Whose love for us a place prepares, 
 
 And gives the orphans food. 
 2 Their alms in blessings on their head 
 
 A thousand fold restore : 
 feed their souls with living bread, 
 And let their cup run o'er! 
 
298 SPECIAL OCCASIONS. 
 
 3 For ever in thy Christ built up, 
 Thy bounty let them prove : 
 
 Steadfast in faith, joyful through hope, 
 And rooted deep in love. 
 
 4 For those who kindly founded this, 
 A better house prepare : 
 
 Remove them to thy heavenly bliss, 
 And let us meet thorn there. 
 
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 xuu For an Orphan Asylum. 
 
 THOU Father of the fatherless, 
 A band of orphans see, 
 And from thy throne of glory bless 
 Our little family : — 
 
 2 A little family, -who share 
 No human parents' love ; 
 
 And yet for whom thou wilt prepare 
 A house and home above : — 
 
 3 A house above, if train'd up here 
 In wisdom's paths to go : 
 
 We travel heavenward in thy fear 
 From this sweet home below : — 
 
 4 This home below, where we have found 
 Refuge in time of need, 
 
 And meet upon its holy ground 
 Friends who are friends indeed : — 
 
 5 For friends indeed to us utq they, 
 Who, for our Saviour's sake, 
 
 Have sought us out, like lambs astray, 
 Their bounty to partaker — 
 
 6 Thine is their bounty — theirs not less, 
 Though thine what each imparts, 
 
 When, to relieve the fatherless, 
 Thy love constrains their heart*. 
 
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 T:UD Pleading for ike Orphan. 
 
 OHOW can they look up to heaven, 
 And ask for mercy there, 
 Who never soothed the poor man's pang, 
 Nor dried the orphan's tear? 
 
 2 The dread omnipotence of Heaven 
 We every hour provoke ; 
 
 Yet still the mercy of our God 
 Withholds the avenging stroke : 
 
 3 And Christ was still the healing friend 
 Of poverty and pain ; 
 
 And never did imploring wretch 
 His garment touch in vain. 
 
 4 May we with humble effort take 
 Example from above ; 
 
 And thence the active lesson learn 
 Of charity and love. 
 
 5 But chiefly be the labour ours 
 To shade the early plant — 
 
 To guard from ignorance and guilt 
 The infancy of want — 
 
 6 To graft the virtues, ere the bud 
 The canker-worm has gnaw'd, 
 
 And teach the rescued child to lisp 
 Its gratitude to God. 
 
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 TtO I Pleading for the Orphan. 
 
 CHRISTIAN love, be strong ! be strong ! 
 Yon helpless band to save, 
 Oast without kindred succour forth 
 
 On the world's stormy wave. 
 2 Breathe kindness o'er those lonely je arts : 
 
 Christian love, be true ! 
 And patient raise the smitten plants { 
 To heaven's reviving dew. 
 
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 3 For glorious -will it be at last 
 
 To hear our Saviour say, 
 The "cup of water" in his name 
 
 Hath not been cast away. 
 A no CM. 
 
 rrUO Independence Day. 
 
 WITH joy we meet, With smiles we greelj 
 Our schoolmates bright and gay : 
 Be dry each tear Of sorrow here — 
 'Tis Independence Day. 
 
 2 'Tis freedom's sound That rings around, 
 And brightens every ray : 
 
 Our banner floats, With trumpet notes, 
 On Independence Day. 
 
 3 While thunder breaks, And music wakes 
 Its patriotic lay, 
 
 At temple-gate Our feet shall wait 
 On Independence Day. ' 
 
 4 who from home Would fail to come 
 And join the children's lay, 
 
 When praise we bring To God our King, 
 On Independence Day ? 
 
 5 For liberty, Great God, to thee 
 Our grateful thanks we pay ; 
 
 For thanks, we know, To thee we OAve 
 On Independence Day. 
 
 4by Fourth of July. 
 
 TO Thee, the little children's Friend, ■ 
 Their hymn to-day shall rise : 
 from the heavenly courts descend, 
 
 And bless the sacrifice! 
 2 While through our land fair freedom's song 
 
 Our fathers raise to thee, 
 Our accents shall the notes prolong: 
 We children, too, are free ! 
 
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 3 The past with blessings from thy hand 
 Was richly scatter'*! o'er, 
 
 As numerous as the countless sand 
 That spreads the ocean shore. 
 
 4 may the future be as bright ! 
 Nor be thy favours less 
 
 Resplendent with the glorious light 
 Of peace and happiness. 
 
 5 On earth prepare us for the skies; 
 And when our life is o'er, 
 
 Let us to purer mansions rise, 
 And praise thee evermore. 
 
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 TlU National Praise. 
 
 UP to thee, Almighty Father, 
 Ancient of eternal days, 
 Throned in uncreated glory, 
 
 Hear us, while our songs we raise. 
 
 2 Praise, for thy unceasing bounty, 
 Pour'd with an indulgent hand : 
 
 Praise, for blessings still increasing, 
 Crowning freedom's favour'd land. 
 
 3 While a nation's heart is leaping, 
 Mighty in its gushing joy, 
 
 May the song of adoration 
 
 All its grateful powers employ. 
 
 4 Thine, Lord, shall be the kingdom, 
 Thine the power and glory be, 
 
 Tbine through endless ages rolling, 
 Thine throughout eternity. 
 
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 ± I 1 Praise to our Fathers' God. 
 
 LET every heart rejoice and sing, 
 Let choral anthems rise : 
 • Ye reverend men and children, bring 
 To Go^ your sacrifice; 
 
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 For ho is good : the Lord is good, 
 
 And kind are all his ways : 
 With songs and honours sounding loud, 
 
 The Lord Jehovah praise, 
 While the rocks and the rills, 
 While the vales and the hills, 
 
 A glorious anthem raise : 
 Let each prolong the grateful song, 
 
 And the God of our fathers praise. 
 2 He bids the sun to rise and set, 
 
 In heaven his power is known; 
 And earth, subdued to him, shall yet 
 
 Bow low before his throne ; 
 For he is good : the Lord is good, 
 
 And kind are all his ways : 
 With songs and honours sounding loud, 
 
 The Lord Jehovah praise, 
 While the rocks and the rills, 
 While the vales and the hills, 
 
 A glorious anthem raise : 
 Let each prolong the grateful song, 
 
 And the God of our fathers praise. 
 
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 ll/O Temperance Ode. 
 
 MOURN for the thousands slain, 
 The youthful and the strong : 
 Mourn for the wine-cup's fatal reign, 
 And the deluded throng. 
 
 2 Mourn for the tarnish'd gem — 
 For reason's light divine 
 
 Quench'd from the soul's bright diadem, 
 Where God hath bid it shine. 
 
 3 Mourn for the ruin'd soul — 
 Eternal life and light 
 
 Lost by the fiery, maddening bowl, 
 And turn'd to hopeless night 
 
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 4 Mourn for the lost; but call, 
 Call to the strong, the free : 
 
 Rouse them to shun that dreadful fall, 
 And to the refuge flee. 
 
 5 Mourn for the lost; but pray, 
 Pray to our God above, 
 
 To break the fell destroyer's sway, 
 And show his saving love. 
 
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 Spring. 
 
 HAIL, lovely appearance of spring ! 
 The sternness of winter is past; 
 And zephyrs on soft silken wing 
 
 Succeed to the rude northern blast : 
 
 The sun has come forth in his strength 
 
 To gladden the earth with his blaze : 
 
 The earth feels his power, and at length 
 
 Sends up her loud tribute of praise. 
 
 2 The hills clap their hands to the hills, 
 And the valleys to valleys reply : 
 
 Swelling voices of fresh-gushing rills 
 Feel the gladness and echo the joy. 
 
 Charm'd nature, through all her domain, 
 Bids her incense and melody join 
 
 To adore and acknowledge the reign 
 Of him who is Sovereign divine. 
 
 3 He sends the glad season of spring — 
 Fills the earth with her increase — and deigns. 
 
 When men in their gratitude sing 
 
 Of his goodness, to smile on their strains : 
 
 Yea, the Spirit delighteth to come 
 To the heart in its winter of sin, 
 
 To renew with a spring's moral bloom, 
 And make it all lovely within. 
 
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 Su m hi er. 
 
 JT^IS summer, glorious summer — 
 J- Look to the glad green earth, 
 How from her grateful bosom 
 
 The herb and flower spring forth ! 
 These are her rich thanksgivings, 
 
 The incense floats above ! 
 
 Father, what may we offer? — 
 
 Thy chosen flower is love. 
 
 2 'Tis summer, blessed summer — 
 
 The lofty hills are bright : 
 All nature's fountains sparkle — 
 
 Shall ours have lesser light? 
 No ! bid each spirit praise him, 
 
 "Who hangs on every tree 
 A thousand living lyres, 
 
 Awaking harmony. 
 
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 Autumn. 
 
 SEE the leaves around us falling, 
 Dry and wither'd, to the ground, 
 Thus to thoughtless mortals calling, 
 In a sad and solemn sound, — 
 
 2 "Youth, on length of days presuming, 
 Who the paths of pleasure tread, 
 
 View us, late in beauty blooming, 
 Number'd now among the dead. 
 
 3 "What though yet no losses grieve you— 
 Gay with health and many a grace — 
 
 Let not cloudless skies deceive you, 
 Summer gives to autumn place." 
 
 4 On the Tree of Life eternal 
 Lord, let all our hopes be stay'd ? 
 
 This alone, for ever vernal, 
 
 Be^rs a leaf that sha}l not fade. 
 
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 7,6,7,6,7,7,7,6. j. buuton. 
 
 Winter. 
 
 TIME is winging us away 
 To our eternal home : 
 Life is but a winter's day — 
 
 A journey to the tomb : 
 Youth and vigour soon will flee, 
 
 Blooming beauty lose its charms : 
 All that's mortal soon shall be 
 Enclosed in death's cold arms. 
 
 2 Time is winging us away 
 
 To our eternal home : 
 Life is but a winter's day — 
 
 A journey to the tomb : 
 But the Christian shall enjoy 
 
 Health and beauty soon above, 
 "Where no worldly griefs annoy, 
 
 Secure in Jesus' love. 
 
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 TL I I CTose of the Year. 
 
 THIS year is just going away, 
 The moments are finishing fast! 
 My heart, have you nothing to say 
 
 Concerning the things that are past? — 
 But, Lord, thou already hast known 
 
 Much more of my folly thau I : 
 There is not a fault I can own 
 Too little for God to descry. 
 
 2 This year is just going away, 
 
 The moments are finishing fast: 
 Look down in thy mercy, I pray, 
 
 To pardon the sin that is past ; 
 And as soon as another begins, 
 
 So help me to walk in thy fear/ 
 That I may not with follies and sins 
 
 So foolishly waste a new year. 
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 JT I O Neic-y ear's Dai/. 
 
 COME, let us anew Our journey pursue, 
 Roll round with the year, 
 And never stand still till the Master appear. 
 His adorable will Let us gladly fulfil, 
 
 And our talents improve, 
 By the patience of hope and the labour of love. 
 
 2 Our life is a dream — Our time, as a stream, 
 
 Glides swiftly away ; 
 And the fugitive moment refuses to stay. 
 The arrow is flown, The moment is gone: 
 
 The millennial year 
 Rushes on to our view, and eternity's here. 
 
 3 that each in the day Of his coming may say, 
 
 " I have fought my way through : 
 
 I have finish'd the work thou didst give me to 
 
 do!" 
 that each from his Lord May receive tho 
 
 glad word, 
 "Well and faithfully done! 
 Enter into my joy, and sit down on my throne." 
 
 J'YQ Ts. NEWTON, 
 
 II V New-year's Day. 
 
 WHILE with ceaseless course the sun 
 Hasted through the former year, 
 Many souls their race have run, 
 Never more to meet us here : 
 Fix'd in an eternal state, 
 
 They have done with all below : 
 We a little longer wait, 
 
 But how little — none can know. 
 
 2 As the winged arrow flies 
 
 Speedily the mark to find — 
 As the lightning from the skies 
 
 ■Darts and leaves no trace behind — ■ 
 
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 Swiftly thus our fleeting days 
 Bear us down life's rapid stream: 
 
 Upward, Lord, our spirits raise, 
 All below is but a dream. 
 
 3 Thanks for mercies past receive, 
 
 Pardon of our sins renew : 
 Teach us henceforth how to live 
 
 With eternity in view. 
 Bless thy word to young and old, 
 
 Fill us with a Saviour's love ; 
 And when life's short tale is told, 
 
 May we dwell with thee above. 
 
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 iOU New-year's Day. 
 
 K YEAR, another year, is fled, 
 -iJL Its issues who can tell ? 
 Millions of voices of the dead 
 Reply from heaven or hell. 
 
 2 All these were living at the birtn 
 Of the departed year : 
 
 They all have vanish'd from the earth, 
 We fill their places here. 
 
 3 Lost spirits from the dark abyss, 
 Cry mournfully, Beware ! 
 
 (Spirits in glory and in bliss 
 Sing joyfully, Prepare! 
 
 4 Thus timely warn'd, and moved with fear ; 
 Of wrath let us beware : 
 
 For life or death, in this new year, 
 For earth and heaven prepare. 
 
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 lOl Children the Hope of the Church. 
 
 CHILDHOOD and youth, how vain thej 
 seem! 
 Their beauty passes like a dream, 
 And soon or late, the loveliest bloom 
 Will fade and wither in the tomb. 
 
 2 Yet in our charge with hope we trace 
 The features of a future race, 
 
 And, in these youthful classes, see 
 The seed of churches yet to be. 
 
 3 God of the church, which must remain 
 While generations- wax and wane, 
 
 For this we toil — deign to bless 
 The humble effort with success. 
 
 4 Hence fill thy courts with songs of praise, 
 Hence ministers and people raise, 
 
 And hence supply the failing bands 
 That bear thy word to heathen lands. 
 
 5 We plead thy promise, sovereign Lord, 
 While thus we pray with one accord : 
 E'en as thy promise let it be, 
 
 For, touching this, we all agree. 
 
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 ±O/0 Psalm lxxviii. 1-7. 
 
 IET children hear the mighty deeds . 
 J Which God perform'd of old, 
 Which in our younger years we saw, 
 And which our fathers told. 
 
 2 He bid us make his glories known, 
 
 His works of power and grace ; 
 And we'll convey his wonders down 
 
 Through every rising grace. 
 
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 3 Our lips shall tell them to our sons, 
 And they again to theirs : 
 
 That generations, yet unborn, 
 May teach them to their heirs. 
 
 4 Thus shall they learn, in God alone 
 Their hope securely stands, 
 
 That they may ne'er forget his works, 
 But practise his commands. 
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 TOfJ The serious Charge. 
 
 HOW serious is the charge 
 To train the infant mind ! 
 'Tis God alone can give a heart 
 To such a work inclined. 
 
 2 May we in Christian bonds 
 The Christian name adorn, 
 
 By active deeds for public good, 
 Nor mind the sinner's scorn. 
 
 3 While wicked men unite, 
 Our youth to lead aside, 
 
 'Tis ours to show them wisdom's path, 
 In wisdom's path to guide. 
 
 4 Dependent, Lord, on thee, 
 Our humble means to bless, 
 
 We gladly join our hearts and hands, 
 And look for large success. 
 
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 TOt The delightful TasJc. 
 
 MERCY, descending from above, 
 In softest accents pleads : 
 may each tender bosom move, 
 When mercy intercedes. 
 
 2 Children our kind protection claim, 
 
 And God will well approve 
 When infants learn to lisp his name 
 
 And their Creator love. 
 
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 3 Delightful work ! young souls to win, 
 And turn the rising race 
 
 Prom the deceitful paths of sin, 
 To seek their Saviour's face. 
 
 4 Almighty God ! thine influence shed, 
 To aid this bless'd design : 
 
 The honour of thy name be spread, 
 And all the glory thine. 
 
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 lOy Teacher's Object. 
 
 ATTRACTED by love's sacred force, 
 Like planets to the sun, 
 Though different spheres may mark our course. 
 Our centre is but one. 
 
 2 As teachers of the young we meet, 
 Our object is the same : 
 
 To lead them to the Saviour's feet, 
 And praise his glorious name. 
 
 3 We meet to strengthen and unite 
 Our hearts in this employ: 
 
 may our work be our delight, 
 A crown of future joy. 
 
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 lOU The Teacher's Dependence. 
 
 SAVIOUR, while thy servants meet, 
 To lead children to thy feet, 
 Be thou present with them there, 
 Hear their praise, and grant their prayer. 
 
 2 Thou, on earth, didst condescend 
 To appear the infant's Friend: 
 Surely, now thou art above, 
 Children share not less thy love. 
 
 3 V\ r e are meeting in thy sight : 
 Aid our counsels, guide us right, 
 Warm our hearts, and may we know 
 Sweetest feeling's warmest glow. 
 
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 4 may many a plant be found 
 Blooming on this sacred ground, 
 "Whose fair fruits and flowers shall be 
 Earnest that it blooms for thee. 
 
 AQ1J 8,8,6. C. WESLEY. 
 
 XO I 7 he Source of Success. 
 
 EXCEPT the Lord conduct the plan,* 
 The best-concerted schemes are vain, 
 And never can succeed: 
 We spend our wretched strength for naught 5 
 But if our works in thee be wrought, 
 They shall be bless'd indeed. 
 
 2 Not in the tombs we pine to dwell, 
 Not in the dark monastic cell, 
 
 By vows and grates confined: 
 Freely to all ourselves we give, 
 Constrain 'd by Jesus' love to live 
 
 The servants of mankind. 
 
 3 let our faith and love abound ! 
 let our lives to all around 
 
 With purest lustre shine ! 
 That all around our works may see, 
 And give the glory, Lord, to thee, 
 
 The heavenly light divine ! 
 
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 For the Divine Blessing. 
 
 HERE, gracious God, beneath thy feet, 
 Friends to the young and thee we meet 
 Join'd by the cord of mutual love, 
 Bound to our common Friend above. 
 
 2 Our hearts thy throne of grace address : 
 Smile on our schools, the children bless, 
 For Jesus' sake, who once on earth 
 Appear'd a child of lowly birth. 
 
 3 Bless all the plans which we devise, 
 May they be useful, good, and wise : 
 
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 While we our humble labours bend 
 Thy glorious kingdom to extend. 
 
 4 May wisdom, zeal, and love inspire 
 Our bosoms with their purest fire : 
 While faith on thine own word relies, 
 And hope looks joyful to the skies. 
 
 5 Grant us thy presence, God of grace, 
 Now while we meet before thy face; 
 And may we feel, ere we depart, 
 
 Thy love diffused through every heart. 
 
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 ~±OV For the Salvation of Children. 
 
 LORD Jesus Christ, the children's Friend, 
 On us lift up thy gracious hands, . 
 And from thy holy temple send 
 
 Blessings on our united bands. 
 3 How precious in thy Father's sight 
 
 Were children's souls, when thee he gave, 
 His only Son, his heart's delight, 
 
 From hell to heaven those souls to save ! 
 3 What love to them, what love was thine, 
 
 Meek Lamb of God, when thou didst give 
 Thy soul, a sacrifice divine, 
 
 Dying thyself that they might live ! 
 i Nor less the Holy Spirit's grace, 
 
 When by his ligbt he thee reveals, 
 As though they saw thee face to face, 
 
 And them as heirs of glory seals. 
 
 5 Are children's souls of such high price ? 
 With grief and gladness may we see 
 
 How sad their loss in Paradise, 
 How great their gain on Calvary. 
 
 6 Our own no longer, thine they are, 
 In mercy bind them to thy cross : 
 
 Safe only from the tempter there, 
 From second death and endless loss. 
 
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 Salvation of the Young. 
 
 MAY we who teach the rising race 
 Be fill'd, Lord, with every grace; 
 And may thy Spirit from above 
 Descend and bless our work of love. 
 
 2 Thy grace to those we teach impart* 
 Lord, renew each youthful heart : 
 Help them from every sin to flee, 
 And dedicate their lives to thee. 
 
 3 May we in love to them abound, 
 And zealous in the work be found ; 
 And many seals may we obtain, 
 To prove our labour's not in vain. 
 
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 TfJl For the Solvation of the Youna. 
 
 ETERNAL Being ! Source of love ! 
 Permit us to approach thy seat : 
 We have an Advocate above, 
 And plead his merits at thy feet. 
 
 2 Us thou hast call'd to labour here, 
 To train the rising race for heaven : 
 
 may we do it in thy fear, 
 And use the talents thou hast given. 
 
 3 What can we do without thine aid ? 
 Therefore to thee for help we fly : 
 
 may we never be dismay'd, 
 For thou canst every want supply. 
 
 4 In some thy love a work has wrought, 
 Which time we trust will not efface: 
 
 May all their tender minds be brought 
 To taste the riches of thy grace. 
 
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 1 U uFora Blessing on Teachers and Children* 
 
 GOD of union, God of love ! 
 With thy sanctifying power, 
 
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 From the realms of light uhove, 
 Bless us in this solemn hour. 
 
 2 Holy Ghost, descend and bring 
 Heavenly peace and godly fear; 
 
 And beneath thy guardian wing 
 Shelter all before thee here. 
 
 3 Bless our tender charge : impart 
 What shall most to thee incline : 
 
 reclaim each wandering heart, 
 Seal them ! seal them ever thine ! 
 
 4 Bless their teachers ! grant to each 
 All our great employments need : 
 
 Show us rightly how to teach, 
 Not by word alone, but deed. 
 
 5 Make us faithful to the end, 
 While our duties we fulfil ; 
 
 And the promised blessing send. 
 Like the dew on Hermon's hill. 
 
 JitfO For a Blessing on tlie Seed soicn. 
 
 ALMIGHTY God ! thy word is cast 
 Like seed into the ground : 
 Now let the dew of heaven descend, 
 And righteous fruits abound. 
 
 2 Let not the foe of Christ and man 
 This holy seed remove; 
 
 But give it root in every heart, 
 To bring forth fruits of love. 
 
 3 Let not the world's deceitful cares 
 The rising plant destroy ; 
 
 But bid it yield a hundred-fold 
 The fruits of peace and joy. 
 
 4 Oft as the precious seed is sown, 
 Thy quickening grace bestow, 
 
 That all, whose souls the truth receive, 
 Its saving power may know. 
 
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 \tt7 i JPor rt Blessnif/ on the Seed sown. 
 
 FATHER of mercies, hear: 
 On us look kindly down: 
 Our humble labours deign to cheer, 
 And with thy favour crown. 
 
 2 In youthful hearts the seed 
 Of sacred truth we sow : 
 
 Now, Lord, the blessing that we need 
 Richly do thou bestow. 
 
 3 Then, though the sower weep, 
 Ere long with thankful voice, 
 
 Both he who sows and they who reap 
 Together shall rejoice. 
 
 4 Thou dost the seed prepare, 
 And make it spring when sown; 
 
 And if a hundred-fold it bear, 
 The praise is all thy own. 
 
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 XV For a Blessing on the Schools. 
 
 GOD o'er all supremely blest, 
 God, in Christ made manifest, 
 God, the Spirit — One in Three — 
 Make thy children one with thee. 
 
 2 Thou .art power., and love, and light, 
 By that threefold cord unite 
 
 All our schools, with large increase, 
 In thy covenant of peace. 
 
 3 Then the living, year by year, 
 Shall recruit our numbers here, 
 And our dying friends supply 
 Fresh accessions to the sky. 
 
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 Tl U U Showers of Blessings. 
 
 AT once upon ten thousand flowers, 
 The morning sunbeams strike, 
 
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 Millions of blades of grass Spring showers 
 
 Baptize from heaven alike 
 2 So may the Sun of righteousness 
 
 On our assembly shine, 
 And showers of consolation bless 
 Our souls with peace divine. 
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 For the Conversion of Children. 
 
 CREATOR! Saviour! God! 
 We raise our hearts to thee; 
 And, resting on thy precious blood. 
 We bend our suppliant knee. 
 
 2 deign to hear our prayer, 
 And save the youthful race : 
 
 Convert the children of our care, 
 By thine almighty grace. 
 
 3 Cause them to feel thy love, 
 Teach them to lisp thy praise, 
 
 While strains seraphic from above 
 Re-echo youthful lays. 
 
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 T V O For the Babes of Sio n. 
 
 THOU who didst, with love and blessing. 
 Gather Sion's babes to thee, 
 Still a Saviour's love expressing, 
 These, the babes of Sion, see : 
 
 Bless the labours 
 That would bring them up for thee. 
 
 2 Smile upon the weak endeavour, 
 Vain if thou thy smile deny : 
 
 LoJ they rise — to live for ever! 
 Train, train them for the sky ! 
 
 Ne'er may Satan 
 Plunder Sion's nursery. 
 
 3 Lord, with humble fervour bending, 
 We thy blessing would eiw ^at : 
 
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 On the youthful heart descending, 
 
 Make the toils of learning sweet: 
 Still to Sion 
 
 Guide the young disciples' feet. 
 4 Then, when long we both have slumber* d 
 
 Side by side in common dust, 
 With thy ransom'd people number'd 
 
 With the assembly of the just, 
 Child and teacher, 
 
 Saviour ! own our humble trust. 
 
 lU/J For the Lambs of the Floch. 
 
 SAVIOUR ! who thy flock art feeding 
 With the shepherd's kindest care, 
 All the feeble gently leading, 
 
 While the lambs thy bosom share, 
 Now these little ones receiving, 
 
 Fold them in thy gracious arm : 
 There, we know, thy word believing, 
 
 Only there, they're safe from harm. 
 2 Never, from thy pasture roving, 
 
 Let them be the lion's prey : 
 Let thy tenderness, so loving, 
 
 Keep them through life's dangerous way; 
 Then within thy fold eternal 
 
 Let them find a resting-place, 
 Feed in pastures ever vernal, 
 
 Drink the rivers of thy grace. 
 
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 From the Greek — Clem. Alex. Peed. 
 Shepherd of tender Youth. 
 
 SHEPHERD of tender youth ! 
 Guiding in love and truth, 
 Through devious ways — 
 Christ, our triumphant King^» 
 We come thy name to sing — 
 
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 And here our children bring 
 To shout thy praise. 
 
 2 Thou art our holy Lord ! 
 The all-subduing Word ! 
 
 Healer of strife ! 
 Thou didst thyself abase, 
 That from sin's deep disgrace 
 Thou mightest save our race, 
 
 And give us life. 
 
 3 Thou art our great High Priest! 
 Thou hast prepared the feast 
 
 Of holy love ; 
 And in our mortal pain 
 None calls on thee in vain — 
 Help thou dost not disdain, 
 
 Help from above. 
 
 4 Ever be thus our guide ! 
 Our Shepherd and our pride, 
 
 Our staff and song! 
 Jesus ! thou Christ of God ! 
 By thy perennial word, 
 Lead us where thou hast trod — 
 
 Make our faith strong. 
 
 5 So now, and till we die, 
 Sound we thy praises high, 
 
 And joyful sing: 
 Infants, and the glad throng 
 Who to thy church belong, 
 Unite and swell the song 
 
 To Christ our King. 
 
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 0\J 1 For the Lambs of the Flock. 
 
 AUTHOR of faith, we seek thy face 
 For all who feel thy work begun : 
 Confirm and strengthen them in grace, 
 And bring thy feeblest children on. 
 
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 2 Thou soest their wants, thou know'st their 
 
 names, 
 Be mindful of thy youngest care : 
 Be tender of the new-born lambs, 
 And gently in thy bosom bear. 
 
 3 The lion, roaring for his prey, 
 And ravening wolves on every side, 
 
 Watch over them to tear and slay, 
 
 If found one moment from their Guide. 
 
 4 In safety lead thy little flock, 
 From hell, the world, and sin secure ; 
 
 And set their feet upon the rock, 
 And make in thee their goings sure. 
 
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 0\J6 Love. 
 
 LOVE is the theme of saints above, 
 Love be the theme of saints below: 
 Love is of God, for God is love, 
 With love let every bosom glow: 
 
 2 Love, stronger than the grasp of death, 
 Love that rejoices o'er the grave, 
 
 Love to the Author of our breath, 
 Love to his Son, who came to save : 
 
 3 Love to the Spirit of all grace, 
 Love to the Scriptures of all truth. 
 
 Love to our whole apostate race, 
 Love to the aged, love to youth : 
 
 4 Love to each other — soul and mind, 
 And heart and hand, with full accord, 
 
 In one sweet covenant combined,' 
 To live and die unto the Lord. 
 
 5 Christ's little flock we then shall feed, 
 The lambs we in our arms shall bear, 
 
 Reclaim the lost, the feeble lead, 
 And watch o'er all in faith and prayer. 
 
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 508 
 
 Brotherly Lore and Unity'. 
 
 O'TIS good, when, all combining, 
 Brethren in the Lord are found, 
 Every selfish thought resigning, 
 All in love together bound, 
 
 With one purpose 
 Spreading happiness around. 
 
 2 Thus they cheer each other's labours, 
 Thus each other's burdens bear: 
 
 Each one's joy becomes his neighbour's, 
 Each his brother's grief will share: 
 
 Fellow helpers 
 Thus they prove, by faith and prayer. 
 
 3 Christian love the soul will nourish, 
 'Tis like dew on.Zion's hill : 
 
 With it every grace will flourish, 
 With it comes the blessing still — 
 
 God's own blessing 
 Shall for evermore distil. 
 
 KC]A C - M * WATTS, 
 
 OKJ X Psalm cxxxiii. 
 
 LO ! what an entertaining sight 
 Are brethren who agree ! 
 Brethren whose cheerful hearts unite 
 In bands of piety ! 
 
 2 When streams of love, from Christ the spring, 
 Descend to every soul, 
 
 And heavenly peace, with balmy wing, 
 Shades and bedews the whole : 
 
 3 'Tis like the oil, divinely sweet, 
 On Aaron's reverend head : 
 
 The trickling drops perfumed his feet, 
 And o'er his garments spread : 
 
 4 'Tis pleasant as the morning dews, 
 That fall on Zion's hill, 
 
 Where God his mildest glory show3, 
 And makes his grace distil. 
 
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 SECT. XII.-EA1IILY AND CLOSET. 
 
 505 
 
 Horning. 
 
 AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun 
 Thy daily stage of duty run : 
 Shake off dull sloth, and early rise 
 To pay thy morning sacrifice. 
 
 2 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, 
 And with the angels bear thy part, 
 Who all night long unwearied sing 
 High praise to the eternal King. 
 
 3 Glory to Thee, who safe has kept, 
 And hast refresh'd me while I slept: 
 Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, 
 
 1 may of endless life partake. 
 
 4 Direct, control, suggest this day 
 All I design, or do, or say, 
 
 That all my powers, with all' their might, 
 In thy sole glory may unite. 
 
 5 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow : 
 Praise him, all creatures here below : 
 Praise him above, ye heavenly host : 
 Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 
 
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 U\J\J Morning. 
 
 ONCE more, my soul, the rising day 
 Salutes thy waking eyes : 
 Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay 
 To Him that rules the skies. 
 
 2 Night unto night his name repeats, 
 The day renews the sound, 
 
 Wide as the heaven on which he sits 
 To turn the seasons round. 
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 322 FAMILY AND CLOSET. 
 
 3 'Tis he supports my mortal frame : 
 My tongue shall speak his praise : 
 
 My sins might rouse his wrath to flams, 
 But yet his wrath delays. 
 
 4 God, let all my hours be thine, 
 While I enjoy the light! 
 
 Then shall my sun in smiles decline, 
 And bring a pleasant night. 
 
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 0\J I Morning. 
 
 NOW that the sun is gleaming bright, 
 Implore we, bending low, 
 That He, the uncreated Light, 
 May guide us as we go. 
 
 2 No sinful word, or deed of wrong, 
 Nor thoughts that idly rove ; 
 
 But simple truth be on our tongue, 
 And in our hearts be love. 
 
 3 And while the hours in order flow, 
 Christ, securely fence 
 
 Our gates, beleaguer'd by the foe — 
 The gate of every sense. 
 
 4 And grant that to thine honour, Lord, 
 Our daily toil may tend, 
 
 That we begin it at thy word, 
 And in thy favour end. 
 £AQ C. M. WATT* 
 
 U O Mo rn ing. 
 
 MY God, who mak'st the sun to know 
 His proper hour to rise, 
 And to give light to all below, 
 
 Dost send him round the skies, — 
 2 When, from the chambers of the east, 
 
 His morning race begins, 
 He never tires, nor stops to rest, 
 But round the world he shines, — 
 
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 i So, like the sun, would I fulfil 
 
 The business of the day, 
 Begin my work betimes, and still 
 
 March on my heavenly way. 
 
 4 Give me, Lord, thy early grace j 
 
 Nor let my soul complain, 
 That the young morning of my days 
 
 Has all been spent in vain. 
 
 509 
 
 Morning. 
 
 AGAIN, Lord, I ope my eyes g 
 Thy glorious light to see, 
 And share the gifts so largely lent 
 To thankless man by thee. 
 
 2 And wby has God o'er me this night 
 Tfie watch so kindly kept ? 
 
 And why have I so sweetly waked, 
 And why so sweetly slept? 
 
 3 And wherefore do I live and breathe 
 And wherefore have I still 
 
 The mind to know, the sense to choose, 
 The strength to do thy will ? 
 
 4 Is it to waste another day 
 In folly, sin, and shame ? 
 
 To give to these my heart and hand, 
 And spurn my Maker's claim ? 
 
 5 Is it to grow unto the world, 
 As glides the world from me : 
 
 Be one day nearer to the grave, 
 And farther, Lord, from thee ? 
 
 6 No ! thus too many days I've spent: 
 To thee, then, this be given : 
 
 Teach what I owe to man below, 
 And to thyself in heaven. 
 
324 FAMILY AND CLOSET. 
 
 7 bring me to my Saviour's cross, 
 
 For mercy for the past ; 
 And make me live the coming day 
 As if it were my last ! 
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 1 U Horning 
 
 SEE how the morning sun 
 Pursues his shining way, 
 And wide proclaims his Maker's praise 
 With every brightening ray. 
 
 2 Thus would my rising soul 
 Iti heavenly Parent sing, 
 
 And to its great Original 
 The humble tribute bring. 
 
 3 Serene I laid me down 
 Beneath his guardian care : » 
 
 1 slept, and I awoke, and found 
 My kind Preserver near. 
 
 4 My life I would anew 
 Devote, Lord, to thee; 
 
 And in thy service I would spend 
 A long eternity. 
 
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 Oil Morning. 
 
 MY God, beneath thy watching eye 
 I laid me down and slept : 
 Thy tender mercy, ever nigh, 
 In peace my spirit kept. 
 
 2 Safe in thine everlasting arms, 
 That compass'd me around, 
 
 Body and soul from outward harms 
 And inward fears were found. 
 
 3 Thus, till the morn in beauty broke, 
 My sleep was sweet to me : 
 
 Thy voice then call'd me — I awoke, 
 And found myself with thee. 
 
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 4 Humbly beside my coucb I knelt, 
 And while I strove to pray, 
 
 The earnest in my heart I felt 
 Of blessings through the day. 
 
 5 oft to cheer me, to and fro 
 By restless passions driven, 
 
 Such nights of calm from care and wo, 
 Such days of hope be given. 
 
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 1 u Morning. 
 
 NEW every morning is the love 
 Our wakening and uprising prove : 
 Through sleep and darkness safely brought, 
 Restored to life, and power, and thought. 
 
 2 New mercies, each returning day, 
 Hover around us while we pray : 
 New perils past, new sins forgiven, 
 
 New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven. 
 
 3 If on our daily course our mind 
 Be set, to hallow all we find, 
 
 New treasures still, of countless price, 
 God will provide for sacrifice. 
 
 4 We need not bid, for cloister'd cell, 
 Our neighbour and our work farewell, 
 Nor strive to wind ourselves too high 
 For sinful man beneath the sky : 
 
 5 The trivial round, the common task, 
 Would furnish all we ought to ask : 
 Boom to deny ourselves — a road 
 
 To bring us, daily, nearer God. 
 
 6 Only, Lord, in thy dear love, 
 Tit us for r jrfect rest above ; 
 And help u.5, this and every day, 
 To live more nearly as we pray. 
 
326 FAMILY AND CLOSET. 
 
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 ult) Morning. 
 
 I THANK thee, Lord, for quiet rest, 
 And for thy care of me : 
 let me through this day be blest, 
 And kept from harm by thee. 
 
 2 take my naughty heart away, 
 And make me clean and good : 
 
 Lord Jesus, save, my soul, I pray, 
 And wash me in thy blood. 
 
 3 let me love thee ! kind thou art 
 To children such as I : 
 
 Give me a gentle, holy heart : 
 Be thou my Friend on high. 
 
 4 Help me to please my parents dear, 
 And do whate'er they tell : 
 
 Bless all my friends, both far and near, 
 And keep them safe and well. 
 
 8,8,8,8,11,11. JAKE TAYLOR 
 Morning, 
 
 514 
 
 MT Father, I thank thee for sleep, 
 For quiet and peaceable rest : 
 
 1 thank thee for stooping to keep 
 An infant from being distrest : 
 
 how can a poor little creature repay 
 Thy fatherly kindness by night and by 
 day! 
 
 2 My voice would be lisping thy praise, 
 My heart would repay thee with love : 
 
 teach me to walk in thy ways, 
 And fit me to see thee above : 
 For Jesus said, "Let little children come 
 
 nigh f 
 And he will not despise such an infant 
 as I. 
 
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 FAMILY AND CLOSET. 327 
 
 ^ 7s. 
 
 tf Morning. 
 
 A T the golden rise of day, 
 ix Humbly, God, to thee we pray : 
 Uncreated Source of light, 
 Guide our thoughts and words aright. 
 Holy Father, at thy call 
 Light upon the earth did fall : 
 Speak the word again, and make 
 Morning o'er our hearts to break. 
 
 2 Humbly though out prayer arise, 
 Quickly let it reach the skies : 
 Show thy reconciling face, 
 
 Hear from heaven, thy dwelling-place. 
 Holy Son, whose lowly birth 
 Re-illumined the dark earth, 
 Let the Gentiles see thy ray — 
 Kings, the brightness of thy day. 
 
 3 From the eternal Source in heaven 
 Light to us on earth be given — 
 Light of grace, to guard from wrath, 
 Light of faith, to guide our path. 
 Holy Spirit, let thy ray 
 
 Guide our footsteps, day by day, 
 
 While through earth's dark path we move 
 
 To eternal day above. 
 
 £ 1 O C. M. T. O. SUMMER* 
 
 U X U Little Child's Morning Hymn. 
 
 THE morning bright, 
 With rosy light, 
 Has waked me up from sleep : 
 Father, I own 
 Thy love alone 
 Thy little one doth keep. 
 2 All through the day 
 I humbly pray, 
 Be thou my guard and guide : 
 
517 
 
 328 FAMILY AND CLOSET. 
 
 My sins forgive, 
 
 And let me live, 
 
 Blest Jesus, near thy side. 
 
 3 make thy rest 
 
 Within my breast, 
 Great Spirit of all grace : 
 
 Make me like thee — 
 
 Then shall I be 
 Prepared to see thy face. 
 
 C. M. T. O. STJMMEBfc 
 
 Little Child's Evening Hymn. 
 
 THE daylight fades, 
 The evening shades 
 Are gathering round my head : 
 Father above, 
 
 1 praise that love 
 Which smooths and guards my bed. 
 
 2 While thou art near, 
 I need not fear 
 
 The gloom of midnight hour : 
 
 Blest Jesus, still 
 
 From every ill 
 Defend me with thy power. 
 
 3 Pardon my sin, 
 And enter in 
 
 And sanctify my heart : 
 
 Spirit divine, 
 
 make me thine, 
 And ne'er from me depart. 
 
 C. M. WATTSc 
 
 Evening. 
 
 AND now another day is gone, 
 I'll sing my Maker's praise : 
 My comforts every hour make known 
 His providence and grace. 
 
 518 
 
FAMILY AND CLOSET. 329 
 
 2 But how my childhood runs to waste ! 
 My sins, how great their sum i 
 
 Lord, give me pardon for the past, 
 And strength for days to come. 
 
 3 I lay my body down to sleep : 
 Let angels guard my head, 
 
 And through the hours of darkness keep 
 Their watch around my bed. 
 
 4 With cheerful heart I close my eyes, 
 • Since thou wilt not remove j 
 
 And in the morning let me rise, 
 Rejoicing in thy love. 
 K1Q S. M. 
 
 1 O Evening. 
 
 THE day is past and gone, 
 The evening shades appear: 
 may we all remember well 
 The night of death draws near. 
 
 2 We lay our garments by, 
 Upon our beds to rest: 
 
 So death will soon disrobe us all 
 Of what is here possess'd. 
 
 3 Lord, keep us safe this night, 
 Secure from all our fears : 
 
 May angels guard us while we sleep, 
 Till morning light appears. 
 
 4 And when we early rise, 
 And view the unwearied sun, 
 
 May we set out to win the prize, 
 And after glory run. 
 
 520 
 
 Evening. 
 
 THUS far the Lord hath led me on, 
 Thus far his power prolongs my days ; 
 And every evening shall make known 
 Some fresh memorial of his grace. 
 
330 FAMILY AND CLOSET. 
 
 2 Much of my time has run to waste, 
 And I, perhaps, am near my home : 
 
 But he forgives my follies past, 
 
 And gives me strength for days to come. 
 
 3 I lay my body down to sleep — 
 Peace is the pillow for my head, 
 
 While well-appointed angels keep 
 
 Their watchful stations round my bed. 
 
 4 Thus, when the night of death shall come, 
 My flesh shall rest beneath the ground, 
 
 And wait thy voice to rouse my tomb, 
 With sweet salvation in the sound. 
 
 £0 1 S. M. MRS. SIGOUR3EY. 
 
 0/J± Evening. 
 
 THE sun has gone to rest, 
 The bee forsakes the flower, 
 The young bird slumbers in its nest 
 Within the leafy bower. 
 
 2 Where have I been this day? 
 Into what folly run ? 
 
 Forgive me, Father, when I pray, 
 Through Jesus Christ, thy Son. 
 
 3 When all my days are o'er, 
 And in the grave I lie, 
 
 Wilt thou permit my soul to soar 
 To worlds beyond the sky? 
 
 pCOO 8,7. EDMESTOX. 
 
 OjCiAJ Evening. 
 
 SAVIOUR, breathe an evening blessing 
 Ere repose our spirits seal : 
 Sin and want we come confessing : 
 
 Thou canst save and thou canst heal. 
 2 Though destruction walk around us, 
 
 Though the arrow past us fly, 
 Angel guards from thee surround us : 
 We are safe, if thou art nigh. 
 
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 3 Though the night be dark and dreary, 
 Darkness cannot hide from thee : 
 
 Thou art he, who, never weary, 
 Watcheth where thy people be. 
 
 4 Should swift death this night o'ertakc us, 
 And our couch become our tomb, 
 
 May the morn in heaven awake us, 
 Clad in light and deathless bloom. 
 
 7s. ST. GRiSGORJV 
 
 [Translated by Chandler.] 
 Evening. 
 
 SOURCE of light and life divine ! 
 Thou didst cause the light to shine : 
 Thou didst bring thy sunbeams forth 
 O'er thy new-created earth. 
 2 Shade of night and morning ray 
 Took from thee the name of day: 
 Now, again, the shades are nigh — 
 Listen to our mournful cry. 
 
 5 May we ne'er, by guilt deprest, 
 Lose the way to endless rest : 
 May no thoughts impure and vain 
 Draw our souls to earth again : 
 
 4 Rather, lift them to the skies, 
 Where our much-loved treasure lies : 
 Help us in our daily strife, 
 
 Make us struggle into life. 
 
 5 Holy Father, Holy Son, 
 Holy Spirit, Three in One — 
 Praise and glory be to thee, 
 Now and for eternity. 
 
 U/C X . Evening. 
 
 THE mellow eve is gliding 
 Serenely down the west : 
 
332 FAMILY AND CLOSET. 
 
 So, every care subsiding, 
 My soul would sink to rest. 
 
 2 The woodland hum is ringing 
 The daylight's gentle close : 
 
 May angels, round me singing, 
 Thus hymn my last repose. 
 
 3 The evening star has lighted 
 Her crystal lamp on high : 
 
 So, when in death benighted, 
 May hope illume the sky. 
 
 4 In golden splendour dawning, 
 The morrow's light shall breals : 
 
 ! on the last bright morning 
 May I in glory wake. 
 
 7,6,6. 
 Even ing. 
 
 ERE I sleep, for every favour 
 This day show'd By my God, 
 
 1 do bless my Saviour. 
 3 Leave me not, but ever love me : 
 Let thy peace Be my bliss, 
 Till thou hence remove me. 
 
 3 Thou, my rock, my guard, my tower, 
 Safely keep, While I sleep, 
 Me with all thy power. 
 
 4 And, whene'er in death I slumber, 
 Let me rise With the wise — 
 Counted in their number. 
 
 8,7. M. L. DUNCA.K 
 
 Evening, 
 
 JESUS, tender Shepherd, hear me — 
 Bless thy little lamb to-night : 
 Through the darkness be thou near me — 
 
 Watch my sleep till morning light. 
 2 All this day thy hand has led me, 
 Ani I thank theo for thy care: 
 
FAMILY AND CLOSET. 333 
 
 Thou hast warrn'd, and clothed, and fed mo — ■ 
 
 Listen to my evening prayer : 
 3 Let my sins he all forgiven : 
 
 Bless the friends I love so well: 
 Take me, when Idie, to heaven, 
 Happy there with thee to dwell. 
 KO'Y 7,7,7,7,7,7. mrs. j. t. h. cross 
 
 tj/j I Evening. 
 
 THOU, God, my Father art! 
 In this world so strange and wide, 
 Take my little trembling heart — 
 
 'Neath thy love-wing let it hide, 
 'Neath thy love-wing let it stay : 
 Hear me, Father, hear me pray ! 
 2 In the dark and fearful night, 
 
 When my eyes are closed in sleep, 
 Send from heaven thine angels bright, 
 
 Round my bed their watch to keep — 
 There to watch till break of day: 
 Hear me, Father, hear me pray ! 
 
 ^QQ L. M. KEBLR 
 
 t) U O Evening. 
 
 WHEN the soft dews of kindly sleep 
 My wearied eyelids gently steep, 
 Be my last thought — how sweet to rest 
 For ever on my Saviour's breast. 
 
 2 Abide with me from morn till eve — 
 For without thee I cannot live ; 
 Abide with me when night is nigh — 
 For without thee I dare not die. 
 
 3 Thou Framer of the light and dark, 
 Steer through the tempest thine own ark : 
 Amid the howling wintry sea 
 
 We are in port if we have thee. 
 
 4 If some poor wandering child of thine 
 Have spurn'd to-day the voice divine, 
 
334 FAMILY AND CLOSET. 
 
 Now, Lord, the gracious work begin : 
 Let him no more lie down in sin. 
 
 5 Watch by the sick : enrich the poor 
 With blessings from thy boundless store : 
 Be every mourner's sleep to-night, 
 Like infant's slumbers, pure and light. 
 
 6 Come near, and bless us when we wake, 
 Ere through the world our way we take ; 
 Till in the ocean of thy love 
 
 We lose ourselves in heaven above. 
 Ki)Q L. M. ke* 
 
 06 V Evening. 
 
 ALL praise to thee, my God, this night, 
 For all the blessings of the light ! 
 Keep me, keep me, King of kings, 
 Under thine own almighty wings. 
 
 2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, 
 The ills that I this day have done — 
 That with the world, myself, and thee, 
 I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. 
 
 3 Teach me to live, that I may dread 
 The grave as little as my bed : 
 Teach me to die, that so I may 
 Rise glorious at the awful day. 
 
 4 may my soul on thee repose, 
 
 And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close — 
 Sleep, that may me more vigorous make 
 To serve my God when I awake. 
 
 5 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow: 
 Praise him, all creatures here below : 
 Praise him above, ye heavenly host : 
 Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost! 
 
 KOfj C. M. brow* 
 
 I 
 
 Retirement. 
 LOVE to steal awhile away 
 From every cumbering care, 
 
FAMILY AND CLOSET. 335 
 
 And spend the hours of setting day 
 In humble, grateful prayer. 
 
 2 I love in solitude to shed 
 The penitential tear, 
 
 And all his promises to plead, 
 Where none but God can hear. 
 
 3 I love to think on mercies past, 
 And future good implore ; 
 
 And all my cares and sorrows cast 
 On him whom I adore. . 
 
 4 I love, by faith to take a view 
 Of brighter scenes in heaven : 
 
 The prospect does my strength renew, 
 , While here by tempests driven. 
 
 5 Thus, when life's toilsome day^is o'er, 
 May its departing ray 
 
 Be calm as this impressive hour, 
 And lead to endless day. 
 
 fCOl 8,7,6. c. wesi 
 
 O 1. Self-examination. 
 
 AT evening to myself I say — 
 Soul, where hast thou glean'd to-da v 
 Thy labours how bestow'd ? 
 What hast thou rightly said or done? 
 What grace attain'd, or knowledge won, 
 In following after God ? 
 
 KOi) L. M. WATT8. 
 
 OD/O Meditation. 
 
 MY God, permit me not to be 
 A stranger to myself and thee : 
 Amid a thousand thoughts I rove, 
 Forgetful of my highest love. 
 2 Why should my passions mix with earth, 
 And thus debase my heavenly birth ? 
 Why should I cling to things below, 
 And let my God, my Saviour, go ? 
 
336 FAMILY AND CLOSET. 
 
 3 Call me away from flesh and sense — 
 One sovereign word can call me thenco : 
 I would obey the voice divine, 
 
 And all inferior joys resign. 
 
 4 Be earth with all her scenes withdrawn: 
 Let noise and vanity be gone : 
 
 In secret silence of the mind 
 
 My heaven, and there my God, I find. 
 
 533 
 
 CM. 
 Meditation. 
 
 WHILE thee I seek, protecting Power ! 
 Be my vain wishes still'd ; 
 And may this consecrated hour 
 With better hopes be fill'd. 
 
 2 Thy love the power of thought bestow'd 
 To thee my thoughts would soar : 
 
 Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed — 
 That mercy I adore. 
 
 3 In each event of life, how clear 
 Thy ruling hand I see — 
 
 Each blessing to my soul most dear, 
 Because conferr'd by thee. 
 
 4 In every joy that crowns my days, 
 In every pain I bear, 
 
 My heart shall find delight in praise, 
 Or seek relief in prayer. 
 
 5 When gladness wings the favour'd hour 
 Thy love my thoughts shall fill : 
 
 Resign'd, when storms of sorrow lower, 
 My soul shall meet thy will. 
 
 6 My lifted eye without a tear 
 The gathering storm shall see : 
 
 My steadfast heart shall know no fear — 
 That heart will rest on thee. 
 
FAMILY AND CLOSET. 337 
 
 5q A 8,8,8,8,8,8. c. weslet 
 
 Ol Reading the Scriptures. 
 WHEN quiet in my house I sit, 
 Thy book be my companion still ; 
 My joy, thy sayings to repeat, 
 
 Talk o'er the records of thy will, 
 And search the oracles divine, 
 Till every heartfelt word be mine. 
 
 2 may the gracious words divine 
 Subject of all my converse be ! 
 
 So will the Lord his follower join, 
 
 And walk and talk himself with me : 
 So shall my heart his presence prove, 
 And burn with everlasting love. 
 
 3 Oft as I lay me down to rest, 
 may the reconciling word 
 
 Sweetly compose my weary breast, 
 While, on the bosom of my Lord, 
 
 1 sink in blissful dreams away, 
 And visions of eternal day ! 
 
 4 Rising to sing my Saviour's praise, 
 Thee may I publish all day long ; 
 
 And let thy precious word of grace 
 
 Flow from my heart and fill my tongue,— 
 Fill all my life with purest love, 
 And join me to thy church above. 
 
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 DO Going to Church. 
 
 TO thy temple I repair, 
 Lord, I love to worship there, 
 When within the vail I meet 
 Christ before the mercy-seat. 
 
 2 While thy glorious praise is sung, 
 Touch my lips, unloose my tongue, 
 That my joyful soul may bless 
 Thee, the Lord, my righteousness. 
 
338 FAMILY AND CLOSET. 
 
 3 While the prayers of saints ascend, 
 God of love, to mine attend : 
 
 Hear me, for thy Spirit pleads, 
 Hear for Jesus intercedes. 
 
 4 While I hearken to thy law, 
 Fill my soul with humble awe, 
 Till thy gospel bring to me 
 Life and immortality. 
 
 5 While thy ministers proclaim 
 Peace and pardon in thy name, 
 Through their voice, by faith may I 
 Hear thee speaking from the sky. 
 
 6 From thy house, when I return, 
 May my heart within me burn, 
 And at evening let me say, 
 
 I have walk'd with God to-day. 
 
 536 
 
 C. M. 
 
 Parental Concern. 
 
 FAIN, my child, I'd have thee know 
 The God whom angels love, 
 And teach thee feeble strains below 
 Akin to their's above. 
 
 2 when thy lisping tongue shall read 
 Of truths divinely sweet, 
 
 Mayst thou, a little child indeed, 
 Sit down at Jesus' feet. 
 
 3 I'll move thine ear, I'll point thine eye ; 
 But 0, the inward part ! 
 
 Great God, the Spirit, hear the sigh 
 That trembles through my heart : 
 
 4 Move with thy vital breath benign, 
 O'er all the mental wild : 
 
 Bright o'er the brooding darkness shine, 
 And sanctify my child. 
 
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 Kqri 8,8,7. 
 
 OO I Family Union. 
 
 SWEET as vernal dews that fill 
 The closing buds on Zion's hill, 
 "When evening clouds draw thither— 
 So sweet, so heavenly 'tis to see 
 The members of one family- 
 Live peacefully together. 
 
 2 The children, like the lily flowers, 
 On which descend the sun and showers, 
 
 Their hues of beauty blending — 
 The parents, like the willow boughs, 
 On which the lovely foliage grows, 
 
 Their friendly shade extending. 
 
 3 But leaves the greenest will decay — 
 And flowers the brightest fade away, 
 
 When autumn winds are sweeping; 
 And be the household e'er so fair, 
 The hand of death will soon be there, 
 
 And turn the scene to weeping. 
 
 4 Yet leaves again will clothe the trees, 
 And lilies wave beneath the breeze, 
 
 When spring comes smiling hither; 
 And friends who parted at the tomb 
 May yet renew their loveliest bloom, 
 
 And meet in heaven together. 
 
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 OOO Psalm cxxxiii. 
 
 BLESS'D are the sons of peace, 
 Whose hearts and hopes are one — 
 Whose kind designs to serve and please 
 Through all their actions run. 
 
 2 Bless'd is the pious house 
 
 Where zeal and friendship meet : 
 
 Their songs of praise, their mingled vows 
 Make their communion sweet. 
 
340 FAMILY AND CLOSET. 
 
 3 Thus on the heavenly hills 
 
 The saints are bless'd above, 
 Where joy, like morning dew, distils, 
 
 And all the air is love. 
 
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 Ot) Love between Brothers and Sisters. 
 WHATEVER brawls disturb the street 
 There should be peace at home : 
 Where sisters dwell, and brothers meet, 
 Quarrels should never come. 
 
 2 Birds in their little nests agree : 
 And 'tis a shameful sight 
 
 When children of one family 
 Fall out, and chide, and fight. 
 
 3 Hard names at first, and threatening words, 
 That are but noisy breath, 
 
 May grow to clubs and naked swords, 
 To murder and to death. 
 
 4 The devil tempts one mother's son 
 To rage against another; 
 
 So wicked Cain was hurried on 
 Till he had kill'd his brother. 
 
 5 The wise will make their anger cool, 
 At least before 'tis night j 
 
 But in the bosom of a fool, 
 It burns till morning light. 
 
 6 Pardon, Lord, our childish rage, 
 Our little brawls remove, 
 
 That as we grow to riper age, 
 Our hearts may all be love. 
 
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 O iU Love between Brothers and Sisters. 
 
 THE God of heaven is pleased to see 
 A little family agree, 
 And will not slight the praise they bring. 
 When loving children join to sing. 
 
FAMILY AND CLOSET. 341 
 
 2 For love and kindness please him more 
 Than if we gave him all our store, 
 And children here who dwell in love 
 Are like his happy ones above. 
 S The gentle child that tries to please, 
 That hates to quarrel, fret, and tease, 
 And would not say an angry word — 
 That child is pleasing to the Lord. 
 4 Great God forgive, whenever we 
 Forget thy will and disagree ; 
 And grant that each of us may find 
 The sweet delight of being kind. 
 
 X/fl L. M. SIGOURNE-Y 
 
 Oxl Duty to a Father. 
 
 THY father ! Why with locks of snow 
 Are thus his sacred temples clad ? 
 Why droops he o'er his staff so low, 
 
 With trembling limbs and visage sad ? 
 Care hath his brow with wrinkles scarr'd, 
 
 His clustering ringlets shred away, 
 And time, with tyrant sceptre, marr'd 
 The glory of his manhood's sway. 
 
 2 How oft that palsied hand hath led 
 Thine infant footsteps, weak with fear: 1 
 
 How gently bow'd that reverend head, 
 Thy childhood's broken tale to hear. 
 
 And when those wayward feet have stray'd, 
 Mid youthful follies rashly free, 
 
 Those lips invoked at midnight shade 
 The pardon of thy God for thee ! 
 
 3 If from his speech should dotage flow, 
 Or eye, or ear be dull and dead, 
 
 Then to his second childhood show 
 
 The love that smoothed thy cradle.bed. 
 
 Grieve not thy sire ! for if this love 
 Unblest or unrequited be, 
 
 He. whom thou call'st thy Sire above, 
 Will bend a judge's frown on thee ! 
 
342 FAMILY AND CLOSET. 
 
 UJL/6 Duty to a Mother. 
 
 COULD I so ungrateful be 
 As to cause a mother pain ? 
 She was always good to me — 
 Can I yield her ill again ? 
 
 2 In each hour of harm or good, 
 'Twas her hand that all the day 
 
 Clothed me, kept me, gave me food, 
 Taught me how to God to pray. 
 
 3 Oft as I have sickly lain, 
 
 By my bed her watch she kept; 
 
 And when she has seen my pain, 
 
 Kindly looked on me and wept. 
 
 4 Heavenly Father, who didst give 
 Such a gift as this to me, 
 
 Grant me, ever as I live, 
 Gratitude to her and thee. 
 
 KAO 8s - *AHE TAYLOR. 
 
 UlO Duty to Parents. 
 
 MY father, my mother, I know 
 I cannot your kindness repay; 
 But I hope, that as older I grow, 
 
 I shall learn your commands to obey. 
 
 2 You loved me before I could tell 
 Who it was that so tenderly smiled ; 
 
 But now that I know it so well, 
 I should be a dutiful child. 
 
 3 I am sorry that ever I could 
 
 Be wicked, and give you such pain : 
 I hope I shall learn to be good, 
 And so never grieve you again. 
 
 4 But, for fear that I ever should dare 
 From all your commands to depart, 
 
 Whenever I utter a prayer, 
 I'll ask for a dutiful heart. 
 
FAMILY AND CLOSET. 343 
 
 Oil Birth-Day. 
 
 HEAVENLY Father ! look on me, 
 Now my birth-day's come once more : 
 Listen while I pray to thee : 
 Thee with all my powers adore. 
 
 2 Once I was an infant weak, 
 Sleeping on my mother's knee : 
 
 Then I could not walk or speak, 
 Yet thou didst take care of me. 
 
 3 Now I run about and talk : 
 Now I learn to read my book : 
 
 Through the fields I now can walk — 
 On the pretty flowers can look. 
 
 4 Bless me now I am a child, 
 Bless this birth-day, Lord, to me : 
 
 Make me good, and wise, and mild, 
 Make me all that I should be. 
 
 KA £ L. M. JANE TAYLOR. 
 
 OxO For a sick Child. 
 
 ALMIGHTY God ! I'm very ill, 
 But cure me, if it be thy will; 
 For thou canst take away my pain, 
 And make me strong and well again. 
 2 Let me be patient all the day, 
 
 And mind what those who nurse me say; 
 And grant that all I have to take 
 May do me good, for Jesus' sake. 
 
 pCA ft CM. JANE TAYLOR. 
 
 UltU Recovery from Sickness. 
 
 I THANK the Lord who lives on high, 
 Who heard an infant pray; 
 And heal'd me that I should not die, 
 
 And took my pains away. 
 2 let me love and serve thee, too, 
 
 As long as I shall live ; 
 
 And every evil thing I do, 
 
 For Jesus' sake forgive. 
 
344 FAMILY AND CLOSET. 
 
 ^4-7 8 >7. CECIL. 
 
 UII Dying Child to its Mother. 
 
 CEASE here longer to detain me, 
 Fondest mother, drown'd in wo : 
 Now thy kind caresses pain me — 
 Morn advances — let me go. 
 
 2 See yon orient streak appearing, 
 Harbinger of endless day : 
 
 Hark ! a voice, the darkness cheering, 
 Calls my new-born soul away. 
 
 3 Lately launch'd a trembling stranger 
 On the world's wide boisterous flood, 
 
 Pierced with sorrows, toss'd with danger, 
 Gladly I return to God. 
 
 4 Now my cries shall cease to grieve thee, 
 Now my trembling heart shall rest : 
 
 Kinder arms than thine receive me — 
 Softer pillow than thy breast. 
 
 5 Weep not o'er these eyes that languish, 
 Upward turning to their home : 
 
 They will soon forget all anguish, 
 While I wait to see thee come. 
 
 6 There, my mother, pleasures centre : 
 Weeping, parting, care, or wo, 
 
 Ne'er our Father's house shall enter — 
 Morn advances — let me go ! 
 
 £ A O 8,7. MRS. M. MARTIH, 
 
 0±0 Mother to her departed Child. 
 yOUNG and lovely! hast thou left me, 
 -L Fled thy mother's fond embrace ? 
 Gracious God ! thou hast bereft me, 
 
 Hide not from me now thy face. 
 2 Where look I but unto heaven, 
 There my treasure is removed : 
 Lent a little while — not given — 
 Yet that loan how fondly loved. 
 
FAMILY AND CLOSET. 345 
 
 3 Hard it was the loan resigning, 
 Claim'd too strongly by the heart : 
 
 Hard to break the tendrils twining 
 "Round and round that vital part ■ 
 
 4 Torn, abruptly torn asunder, 
 Scarcely time for faith and prayer, 
 
 Scarcely time my loss to ponder, 
 Or my heart to aught prepare. 
 
 5 Yet, my child, I do resign thee, 
 Now that I can think and pray, 
 
 Nor would longer here confine thee 
 To this prison-house of clay. 
 
 6 Borne by angels— upward winging 
 To thy paradise of joy, 
 
 There sweet hallelujahs singing, 
 Praise shall be thy blest employ. 
 
 p/ * f\ L. M. MRS. DANA. 
 
 VxV tl O/anch is the kingdom of heaven." 
 
 I DEARLY love a little child, 
 And Jesus loved young children too : 
 He ever sweetly on them smiled, 
 
 And placed them with his chosen tew. 
 When, cradled on its mother's breast, 
 
 A babe was brought to Jesus' feet, 
 He laid his hand upon its head, 
 
 And bless'd it with a promise sweet. 
 2 « Forbid them not," the Saviour said, 
 
 " suffer them to come to me ! 
 Of such my heavenly kingdom is : 
 
 Like them may all my followers be. 
 Young children are the gems of earth, 
 
 The brightest jewels mothers have : 
 They sparkle on the throbbing breast, 
 
 But brighter shine beyond the grave. 
 
346 MISCELLANY. 
 
 SECT. Xm-MISCELLANI. ■ 
 
 KKC\ 8,7,8,7,8,8. t. o. summer* 
 
 OtiU Sabbath Horning. 
 
 SABBATH morning ! Sabbath morning! 
 Welcome Sabbath morning bright : 
 Up we rise — we need no warning — 
 
 Glad to see its opening light : 
 Glad to see the sun adorning 
 With his beams this Sabbath morning. 
 
 2 Sabbath morning ! Sabbath morning! 
 
 Hearts so blithe and eyes so bright ! 
 Off to school — we need no warning — 
 
 Off to school with footsteps light : 
 Lessons learning, we're adorning 
 Our young minds this Sabbath morning. 
 
 551 
 
 3,6. 
 Come to Sunday-School. 
 
 COME ! come! come! 
 Come to the Sunday-school : 
 The hour is past and gone: 
 It is our teacher's rule — 
 So hasten every one. 
 
 2 Come ! come ! come ! 
 
 Come to the Sunday-school : 
 It is the hour of prayer : 
 
 We break our teacher's rule — 
 Sc hasten, hasten there. 
 
 3 Come! come! come! 
 Come to the Sunday-school : 
 
 Hark ! don't you hear the bell ? 
 
 I will not break the rule — 
 Bo, lingering child I farewelL 
 
MISCELLANY. J A? 
 
 10,7,5. 
 I'll away to Sabbath-School. 
 
 WHEN the morning light drives awa" *Jh« 
 night, 
 With the sun so hright and full, 
 And it draws its line near the hour of nh •, 
 I'll away to Sabbath-school : 
 For 'tis there we all agree, 
 All with happy hearts and free, 
 And I love to early be 
 At the Sabbath-school. 
 
 2 On the frosty dawn of a winter's morn 
 "When the earth is wrapp'd in snow, 
 
 Or the summer breeze plays around the i c*», 
 To the Sabbath-school I go: 
 When the holy day has come, 
 And the Sabbath-breakers roam, 
 I delight to leave my home 
 For the Sabbath-school. 
 
 3 In the class I meet with the fries «L I greet 
 At the time of morning prayer; 
 
 And oiir hearts we raise in a hymn of praise ; 
 
 For 'tis always pleasant there : 
 
 In the book of holy truth, 
 
 Full of counsel and reproof, 
 
 We behold the guide of youth 
 
 At the Sabbath-school. 
 
 4 May the dews of grace fill the hallow'd place, 
 And the sunshine never fail, 
 
 While each blooming rose which in memory 
 grows, 
 Shall a sweet perfume exhale : 
 When we mingle here no more, 
 But have met on Jordan's shore, 
 We will talk of moments o'er 
 At the Sabbath-school. 
 
d-ih MISCELLANY. 
 
 XXQ CM. 
 
 OOD Haste to the School. 
 
 WHEX Sabbath's sacred morning light 
 Begins on earth to dawn, 
 We'll wake with eyes all sparkling bright, 
 And bid dull sloth begone. 
 
 Then haste to the school away, 
 
 And keep this sacred day: 
 Yes, haste away — yes, haste away, 
 And keep this sacred day. 
 
 2 The tuneful birds in concert meet, 
 And carol sweet their lays : 
 
 In nature's temple they repeat 
 Their great Creator's praise. 
 
 3 From valley, field, and mountain air, 
 They pour their warbling strains, 
 
 And in one chorus loud declare 
 That God forever reigns. 
 
 4 Then in the temple of the Lord, 
 That consecrated place, 
 
 We'll listen to God's holy word, 
 And seek his pardoning grace. 
 
 5 Then with united heart and voice, 
 Our song to God we'll raise, 
 
 While millions more with us rejoice, 
 And join in prayer and praise. 
 
 ZZA 8,6. 
 
 uul Aicay to School. 
 
 OUR youthful hearts for learning burn- 
 Away, away to school : 
 To science now our steps we turn — 
 
 Away, away to school. 
 
 Farewell to home and all its charms, 
 
 We break from love's paternal arms, 
 
 Away to school — away to school, 
 
 Away, away to school. 
 
MISCELLANY. 349 
 
 2 Behold a happy band appears- — 
 
 Away, away to school : 
 The shout of joy now fills our ears — 
 
 Away, away to school : 
 The voices ring, the hands they wave, 
 Each heart rebounds with vigour brave- 
 Away to school — away to school, 
 
 Away, away to school. 
 
 3 No more we walk, no more we play — 
 
 Away, away to school, 
 In study now we spend the day— 
 
 Away, away to school. 
 United in a peaceful band, 
 "We're join'd in heart and join'd in hand : 
 Away to school, away to school, 
 
 Away, away to school. 
 
 8s. MRS. MORGAN. 
 
 Little Child's Prayer. 
 
 OMAKB me a very good child, 
 My Father in heaven, I ask : 
 Ne'er let me be careless or wild, 
 Or consider my lessons a task. 
 
 2 I'll do what my teachers direct — 
 My gratitude show for their care, 
 
 By treating their rules with respect, 
 And walking each day in thy fear. 
 
 £ K C\ 7,6. MAC KELLAB, 
 
 00\J A Thanksgiving. 
 
 I THANK the Lord my Maker 
 For all his love to me — 
 For making me partaker 
 
 Of bounties rich and free — 
 For father and for mother, 
 
 Who give me clothes and food— 
 For sister and for brother, 
 And all the kind and good. 
 
K t MISCELLANY. 
 
 a I thank the Lord my Saviour, 
 
 Who came for me to die, 
 fro bless me with his favour, 
 
 And fit me for the sky, — 
 That all my sins out-blotted, 
 
 By Jesus wash'd away, 
 
 1 may be found unspotted 
 When comes the final day. 
 
 3 I thank the Lord for giving 
 
 The Spirit of his grace, 
 That I may serve him living, 
 
 And dying reach the place 
 Where Jesus in his glory 
 
 I shall for ever see, 
 And tell the wondrous story 
 
 Of all he did for me. 
 
 XZrf CM. WATTS, 
 
 U I Gratitude for daily Mercies. 
 
 WHENE'ER I take my walks abroad, 
 How many poor I see ! 
 What shall I render to my God 
 For all his gifts to me ? 
 
 2 Not more than others I deserve, 
 Yet God hath given me more ; 
 
 For I have food while others starve, 
 Or beg from door to door. 
 
 3 How many children in the street 
 Half naked I behold, 
 
 While I am clothed from head to feet, 
 And cover'd from the cold! 
 
 4 While some poor wretches scarce can tell 
 Where they may lay their head, 
 
 I have a home wherein to dwell, 
 And rest upon my bed. 
 
 5 While others early learn to swear, 
 And curse, and lie. and steal. 
 
MISCELLANY. 351 
 
 Lord, I am taught thy name to fear, 
 
 And do thy holy will. 
 6 Are these thy favours day by day, 
 
 To me above the rest? 
 Then let me love thee more than they, 
 
 And try to serve thee best. 
 
 CM. 
 
 God sees, hears, and knows me. 
 
 GOD is in heaven — can he hear 
 A feeble prayer like mine ? 
 Yes, little child — thou need'st not fear: 
 He will attend to thine. 
 
 2 God is in heaven — can he see 
 When I am doing wrong ? 
 
 Yes, that he can — he looks at thee 
 All day and all night long. 
 
 3 God is in heaven — would he know 
 If I should tell a lie ? 
 
 Yes, if thou said'st it very low, 
 He'd hear it in the sky. 
 
 4 God is in heaven — can I go 
 To thank him for his care ? 
 
 Not yet — but love him here below, 
 And thou shalt praise him there. 
 KKQ L.M. 
 
 UVU God cares for Me. 
 
 WHEN I look up to yonder sky, 
 So pure, so bright, so wondrous high, 
 
 1 think of One I cannot see, 
 
 But One who sees and cares for me. 
 
 2 His name is God ! He gave me birth, 
 And every living thing on earth ; 
 
 And every tree and plant that grows, 
 To the same hand its being owes. 
 
 3 'Tis he my daily food provides, 
 And all that I require besides ; 
 
352 MISCELLANY. 
 
 And when I close my slumbering eye, 
 
 1 sleep in peace, for he is nigh. 
 
 4 Then surely I should ever love 
 This gracious God who reigns above ; 
 For very kind indeed is he 
 To leve a little child like me. 
 
 KQC] 8,8,8,7. 
 
 V\J\J The precious Bible. 
 
 WHAT is it shows my soul the waj 
 To realms of everlasting day, 
 And tells the danger of delay ? 
 
 It is the precious Bible. 
 
 2 What teaches me I'm bound to love 
 The glorious God who reigns above, 
 And that I may his goodness prove ? 
 
 It is the precious Bible. 
 
 3 What tells me that I soon must die, 
 And to the throne of judgment fly, 
 To meet the great Jehovah's eye ? 
 
 It is the precious Bible. 
 
 4 may this treasure ever be 
 The best of all on earth to me, 
 And still new beauties may I see 
 
 In this the precious Bible. 
 
 ££1 CM. iroRSia. 
 
 V 1 My Mother's Bible. 
 
 THIS book is all that's left me now : 
 Tears will unbidden start — 
 With faltering lip and throbbing brow 
 
 I press it to my heart. 
 For many generations past, 
 
 Here is our family tree : 
 My mother's hands this Bible clasp'd— 
 
 She, dying, gave it me. 
 2 Ah ! well do I remember those 
 
 Whose names these records bear — 
 
MISCELLANY. 353 
 
 Who round the hearth-stone used to close 
 
 After the evening prayer, 
 And speak of what these pages said— 
 
 In tones my heart would thrill : 
 Though they are with the silent dead, 
 
 Here are they living still. 
 
 3 My father read this holy book 
 To brothers, sisters dear : 
 
 How calm was my poor mother's look, 
 Who lean'd God's word to hear. 
 
 Her angel face — I see it yet ! 
 
 What thronging memories come ! — 
 
 Again that little group is met 
 Within the halls of home. 
 
 4 Thou truest friend man ever knew, 
 Thy constancy I've tried; 
 
 Where all were false I've found thee tras-e 
 
 My counsellor and guide ! 
 The mines of earth no treasures give 
 
 That could this volume buy: 
 In teaching me the way to live, 
 
 It taught me how to die. 
 
 li The Good Shepherd. 
 
 SHEPHERD, who thy flock art feeding^ 
 Take these lambs 
 In thy arms, 
 Now for shelter pleading. 
 
 2 While the storms of life are lowering, 
 
 Night and day, 
 Beasts of prey 
 Are lurking and devouring. 
 
 3 Thee our guide and guard confessing 
 
 Night and day, 
 Still we pray, 
 Shield us with thy blessing. 
 
854 MISCELLANY. 
 
 4 Shepherd, every grace combining, 
 Keep these lambs 
 In thy arms, 
 On thy breast reclining. 
 
 6,5. 
 God is good. 
 
 MORN amid the mountains, 
 Lovely solitude, 
 Gushing streams and fountains, 
 Murmur God is good. 
 
 2 Now the glad sun, breaking, 
 Pours a golden flood : 
 
 Deepest vales awaking, 
 Echo God is good. 
 
 3 Hymns of praise are ringing 
 Through the leafy wood : 
 
 Songsters, sweetly singing, 
 Warble God is good. 
 
 4 Wake, and join the chorus, 
 Man, with soul endued : 
 
 He whose smile is o'er us, 
 God, our God, is good. 
 
 5u4 Little 'Things. 
 
 LITTLE drops of water, 
 Little grains of sand, 
 Make the mighty ocean 
 And the pleasant land. 
 
 2 Thus the little minutes, 
 Humble though they b«5 
 
 Make the mighty ages 
 Of eternity. 
 
 3 Thus our little errors 
 Lead the soul away 
 
 From the path of virtue ? 
 Off in sin to stray. 
 
MISCELLANY. 355 
 
 4 Little deeds of kindness, 
 
 Little words of love, 
 Make our earth an Eden, 
 
 Like the heaven above. 
 
 KQK 8,7,8,7,7,7. 
 
 ODO Love. 
 
 HOW I love my tender mother! 
 How I love my father dear ! 
 How I love my little brother, 
 And my gentle sister here ! 
 They are all both kind and true, 
 And they dearly love me too. 
 
 2 Be my neighbour proud or lowly, 
 He shall my affection share : 
 
 Be he sinful, be he holy, 
 
 He may claim my earnest prayer : 
 Let me not unfeeling prove, 
 Nor myself too dearly love. 
 
 3 But of all affection given, 
 
 God on high demands the most : 
 God the Father in the heaven, 
 
 God the Son, and Holy Ghost : 
 Three in One, and One in Three, 
 Be thou all in all to me. 
 
 7,7,7,7,7.7. JANE TAYLOR. 
 
 The Lily of the Valley. 
 
 COME, my love, and do not spurn 
 From a little flower to learn : 
 See the lily on the bed, 
 Hanging down its modest head, 
 While it scarcely can be seen^ 
 Folded in its leaf of green. 
 2 Yet we love the lily well, 
 For its sweet and pleasant smell; 
 And would rather call it ours, 
 Than some other gayer flowers : 
 
356 MISCELLANY. 
 
 Pretty lilies seem to be 
 Emblems of humility. 
 
 3 Come, my love, and do not spurn 
 From a little flower to learn : 
 
 Let your temper be as sweet 
 As the lily at your feet : 
 Be as gentle, be as mild : 
 Be a modest, simple child. 
 
 4 "lis not beauty that we prize : 
 Like a summer flower it dies : 
 But humility will last, 
 
 Fair and sweet when beauty's past: 
 And the Saviour from above 
 Views an humble child with love. 
 
 K&rf 8,7,8,4. j. cross. 
 
 WU I Far, far from Home. 
 
 STAB of Peace, to wanderers weary, 
 Gleaming through the stormy gloom, 
 Cheer the pilgrim's vision dreary, 
 Far — far from home. 
 
 2 Star of Love, our spirits lighting, 
 Bless the desert land we roam, 
 
 Heart with kindred heart uniting, 
 Far — far from home. 
 
 3 Star of Faith, in thee confiding, 
 All our fears are overcome, 
 
 On the waves securely riding, 
 Far — far from home. 
 
 4 Star of Hope, to mortals wailing 
 O'er the dark and dismal tomb, 
 
 Shine when earth and flesh are failing, 
 Far — far from home. 
 
 5 Star Divine, thy beam shall guide us, 
 Till with joy the ransom'd come, 
 
 Where no fate shall e'er divide us, 
 Safe — safe at home ! 
 
MISCELLANY. 357 
 
 KGQ 9,8. HUNTER. 
 
 VVO My Father-Land. 
 
 r PHERE is a place where niy hopes are stay'd, 
 X 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, favour my flight, angelic band, 
 And waft me in peace to the shore. 
 
 2 There is a place where the angels dwell — 
 A pure and a 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 labours are o'er — 
 
 A place which the Lord to me will give, 
 And then I shall sorrow no more. 
 
 0U«7 Home. 
 
 MID scenes of confusion and creature com- 
 plaints, 
 How sweet to my soul is communion with 
 
 saints ! 
 To find at the banquet of mercy there's room, 
 And feel, in the presence of Jesus, at home. 
 Home, home, sweet, sweet home ! 
 Prepare me, dear Saviour, for glory , my hornet 
 
 2 While here in the valley of conflict I stay, 
 give me submission and strength as my day: 
 In all my afflictions, to thee I would come, 
 Rejoicing in hope of my glorious home. 
 
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 358 MISCELLANY. 
 
 3 Whate'er thou deniest, give me thy grace, 
 The Spirit's sure witness, and smiles of thy 
 
 face : 
 Let light from thy presence disperse all my 
 
 gloom, 
 And give me, e'en now, a sweet foretaste of 
 
 home. 
 
 4 I long, gracious Lord, in thy presence to 
 
 shine — 
 No more, as an exile, in sorrow to pine ; 
 But in thy blest image arise from the tomb, 
 With glorified millions to praise thee at home. 
 
 C. M. 
 Children in Heaven. 
 
 ABOUND the throne of God in heaven 
 Thousands of children stand — 
 Children whose sins are all forgiven, 
 A holy, happy band, 
 
 Singing, Glory, glory, glory. 
 
 2 What brought them to that world above, 
 That heaven so bright and fair, 
 
 Where all is peace, and joy, and love ? 
 How came those children there, 
 Singing, Glory, glory, glory ? 
 
 3 Because the Saviour shed his blood 
 To wash away their sin : 
 
 Bathed in that pure and precious flood, 
 Behold them white and clean, 
 Singing, Glory, glory, glory. 
 
 4 On earth they sought their Saviour's grace, 
 On earth they loved his name ; 
 
 Bo now they see his blessed face, 
 And stand before the Lamb, 
 Singing, Glory, glory, glory. 
 
OPENING AND CLOSING. 359 
 
 SECT. XIV.-OPENING AND CLOSING. 
 
 f(rV1 CM. C. WESLEY. 
 
 tl I 1 Opening School. 
 
 STILL let us keep the end in mind 
 For which we hither came, 
 In search of useful knowledge join'd 
 As followers of the Lamb. 
 
 2 Through him let us to God look up 
 In every step we take ; 
 
 And for his constant blessing hope, 
 For Jesus' only sake. 
 
 3 His grace if God on us confer, 
 We then shall learn apace : 
 
 Live to his glory, and declare 
 Our heavenly Teacher's praise. 
 
 4 We in his favour shall retrieve 
 Our long-lost paradise : 
 
 Take of the tree of life, and live 
 Immortal in the skies. 
 
 572 
 
 Imploring a 
 
 ASSEMBLED in our school once more, 
 Lord, thy blessing we implore : 
 We meet to read, and sing, and pray — 
 Be with us, then, through this thy day. 
 
 2 Our fervent prayer to thee ascends, 
 For parents, teachers, foes, and friends, 
 And when we in thy house appear, 
 Help us to worship* in thy fear. 
 
 3 When we on earth shall meet no more, 
 May we above to glory soar; 
 
 And praise thee in more lofty strains, 
 Where one eternal Sabbath reigns. 
 
360 OPENING AND CLOSING. 
 
 xryq c. m. 
 
 U 1 f) Praying for God's Blessing. 
 
 HERE, Lord, before thy mercy-seat, 
 In Christ's prevailing name, 
 Behold a band of children meet, 
 Their Father's love to claim. 
 
 2 Our foolish hearts, alas ! are slow 
 To understand thy way : 
 
 teach us, Lord, thy will to know, 
 And help us to obey. 
 
 3 Kind are the friends who bring us heie 
 To learn thy holy word ; 
 
 But vain is all their toil and care, 
 Without thy blessing, Lord. 
 
 4 Fulfil their hopes : thy grace display 
 In every youthful mind; 
 
 And while they guide us in thy way, 
 Let them a blessing find. 
 
 K^jfA C. M. SIGOURNEY. 
 
 y|l Imploring God's Blessing. 
 
 ADMITTED where thy truths are taugnt, 
 While pious hearts adore : 
 Father in heaven ! my spirit ought 
 Thy blessing to implore. 
 
 2 Instruct my ignorance, I pray : 
 My wayward passions tame : 
 
 From every folly guard my way, 
 From every sin reclaim. 
 
 3 With humble awe thy power I see, 
 Thy boundless mercy sing, 
 
 Few words become a child like me 
 Before so great a King. 
 
 4 Teach me thy precepts to fulfil, 
 To trust in him who died, 
 
 To yield submission to his will, 
 For all is vain beside. 
 
OPENING AND CLOSING. 361 
 
 KHfK S. M. MONTGOMERY, 
 
 I V For Peace and Prosperity. 
 
 WITHIN these walls be peace, 
 Love through our borders found : 
 In all our little palaces 
 Prosperity abound. 
 
 2 God scorns not humble things : 
 Here, though the proud despise, 
 
 The children of the King of kings 
 Are training for the skies. 
 
 3 May none who thus are taught 
 From glory be cast down, 
 
 But all through faith and patience brought 
 To an immortal crown. 
 
 rffR C. M. MONTGOMERY. 
 
 O t \) School Privileges prized. 
 
 THOU art our Shepherd, gracious God : 
 Thy little flock behold ; 
 And guide us by thy staff and rod, 
 The children of thy fold. 
 
 2 We praise thy name that we are brought 
 To this delightful place ; 
 
 Where we are watch'd, and warn'd, and taught, 
 The children of thy grace. 
 
 3 may our friends who meet us hsre, 
 Meet us at last above, 
 
 And they and we in heaven appear, 
 The children of thy love. 
 
 K^/iy C. M. C. WESLEY, 
 
 i I Closing School. 
 
 JESUS, we cast ourselves on thee, 
 On thee our works we cast : 
 The Alpha and Omega be 
 In all, the first and last. 
 2 If well we any thing have done, 
 'Tis owing to thy grace : 
 
362 OPENING AND CLOSING. 
 
 What therefore we with prayer begun, 
 We now conclude with praise. 
 
 3 We praise thee for our teachers' care, 
 To us poor children show'd : 
 
 If forward brought to-day we are, 
 It is the gift of God. 
 
 4 We praise thee for our hope to know ' 
 The wisdom from above, 
 
 And own that all our blessings flow 
 From thy redeeming love. 
 K^fQ 7s. NEWTOH. 
 
 I O Closing School. 
 
 FOR a season call'd to part, 
 Let us now ourselves commend 
 To the gracious eye and heart 
 Of our ever-present Friend. 
 
 2 Jesus, hear our humble prayer, 
 Tender Shepherd of thy sheep, 
 
 Let thy mere}', and thy care, 
 All our souls in safety keep. 
 
 3 What we each have now been taught, 
 Let our memories retain : 
 
 May we, if we live, be brought 
 Here to meet in peace again. 
 
 4 Then, if thou instruction bless, 
 
 ■ Songs of praises shall be given : 
 We'll our thankfulness express, 
 Here on earth and when in heaven. 
 
 P^rYQ L. M. EDMESTOS, 
 
 I V Closing School. 
 
 ETERNAL Father, God of grace ! 
 Who dwellest in this holy place, 
 Hear us, hear us, while we pray, 
 And send us not unblest away ! 
 2 Look on us now, and bless us here : 
 We fain would worship in thy fear : 
 
OPENING AND CLOSING. 363 
 
 be thy shadow round us spread, 
 be thy Spirit on us shed. 
 
 3 Not many years our feet have run, 
 Yet hast thou watch' d thera every one : 
 May all our future years be bright 
 With beams of heavenly love and light. 
 
 4 In life, and when we come to die, 
 Be thou our guardian ever nigh ; 
 And may the pang that sets us free 
 Waft every spirit home to thee ! 
 
 KQCi CM. EDMESTON. 
 
 00\J Closing School. 
 
 AND now another hour is past, 
 Of kind instruction given; 
 And this, perhaps, may be the last 
 On this side hell or heaven. 
 
 2 And is it so ? How dread the thought, 
 And yet indeed how true ! 
 
 If I could feel it as I ought, 
 This day, what should I do? 
 
 3 surely prize it more and more, 
 And pray that God would give 
 
 A death of gain, if life be o'er, 
 And blessing, if I live. 
 
 ^81 C - M - 
 
 OO 1 From School to Church. 
 
 NOW, children, to God's house repair, 
 And with the holy throng 
 give your hearts to humble prayer, 
 And raise the cheerful song. 
 
 2 Praise God, whose mercies brought you here ; 
 Whose goodness keeps you still: 
 
 Whose grace with joy your souls can cheer 
 Whose power subdues your will. 
 
 3 Improve the strength you here have gain'd 
 To do his holy will : 
 
364 OPENING AND CLOSING. 
 
 Improve the knowledge here attain'd, 
 To love and serve him still. 
 
 4 Let not the world have cause to say, 
 You served your God for naught : 
 
 But grow in grace from day to day, 
 As you have here been taught. 
 
 S. M. HART. 
 
 Parting. 
 
 ONCE more, before we part, 
 We'll bless the Saviour's name, 
 Record his mercies, every heart — 
 Sing, every tongue, the same. 
 
 2 May we receive his word, 
 
 And feed thereon and grow: 
 Go on to seek, to know the Lord, 
 
 And practise what we know. 
 
 ;OQ 6,6,6,6,8,8. newtoh. 
 
 'OO Parting. 
 
 ON what has now been sown, 
 Thy blessing, Lord, bestow : 
 The power is thine alone 
 
 To make it spring and grow : 
 Do thou the gracious harvest raise, 
 And thou alone shalt have the praise. 
 
 7,7,3. 
 Part in peace. 
 
 584 
 
 PART in peace ! — Christ's life was peace : 
 Let us breathe our breath in him. 
 Part in peace! — Christ's death was peace: 
 
 Let us die our death in him. 
 Part in peace ! — Christ promise gave 
 Of a life beyond the grave, 
 Where all mortal partings cease — 
 Par'* in peace ! 
 
OPENING AND CLOSING. 365 
 
 KQK 7,7,7,7,7,7. 
 
 OOO When shall we all meet again? 
 
 WHEN shall we all meet again ? 
 When shall we all meet again? 
 Oft shall glowing hope aspire, 
 Oft shall wearied love retire, 
 Oft shall death and sorrow reign, 
 Ere we all shall meet again. 
 
 2 Though in distant lands we sigh, 
 Parcb'd beneath the hostile sky; 
 Though the deep between us rolls, 
 Friendship shall unite our souls, 
 And in fancy's wide domain 
 There shall we all meet again. 
 
 3 When the dreams of life are fled, 
 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. 
 
 586 
 
 When shall toe meet again? 
 
 WHEN shall we meet again ? 
 Meet ne'er to sever? 
 When will peace wreathe her chais. 
 
 Round us for ever ? 
 Our hearts will ne'er repose, 
 Safe from the blast that blows, 
 In this da^k vale of woes — 
 
 Never — no, never ! 
 2 When shall love freely flow 
 
 Pure as life's river ? 
 When shall sweet friendship glow 
 
 Changeless for ever ? 
 Where joys celestial thrill, 
 Where bliss each heart shall fill, 
 
366 OPENING AND CLOSING. 
 
 And fears of parting chill — 
 Never — no, never ! 
 
 3 Up to that world of light 
 Take us, dear Saviour : 
 
 May we all there unite, 
 
 Happy for ever : 
 "Where kindred spirits dwell, 
 There may our music swell, 
 And time our joys dispel 
 
 Never — no, never ! 
 
 4 Soon shall we meet again — 
 Meet ne'er to sever : 
 
 Soon will peace wreath her chain 
 
 Round us for ever : 
 Our hearts shall then repose 
 Secure from worldly woes ; 
 Our songs of praise shall close 
 
 Never — no, never ! 
 
 7,7,6. MRS. DANA. 
 
 We shall meet to part no more. 
 
 WE shall meet no more to part — 
 Cease thy sorrows, mourning heart, 
 Weary days will soon depart — 
 Then we may rest for ever ! 
 When the work of life is done, 
 When the victor's crown is won, 
 Then, immortal life begun, 
 We no more shall sever. 
 
 We shall meet, no more to part : 
 Cease thy sor rotes, mourning heart! 
 Weary days will soon depart — 
 Then we may rest for ever ! 
 
 2 In the home of peace and bliss, 
 In the world where Jesus is, 
 When we bid adieu to this, 
 Then we may love for ever ! 
 
 587 
 
OPENING AND CLOSING. 367 
 
 Purified from every staia 
 Through the Lamb that once was slain, 
 Brethren, we shall meet again, 
 And be parted never ! 
 
 p;qq cm. 
 
 UOO Meet to part no more. 
 
 HOW pleasant thus to dwell below, 
 In fellowship of love ! 
 And though we part, 'tis bliss to know 
 The good shall meet above. 
 
 that will be joyful, joyful, joyful ! 
 
 that will be joyful! 
 
 To meet to part no more — 
 
 To meet to part no more, 
 
 On Canaan's happy shore, 
 
 And sing the everlasting song 
 
 With those who've gone before. 
 
 2 Yes, happy thought ! when we are free 
 From earthly grief and pain, 
 
 In heaven we shall each other see, 
 And never part again. 
 
 3 The children who have loved the Lord 
 Shall hail their teachers there ; 
 
 And teachers gain the rich reward 
 Of all their toil and care. 
 
 4 Then let us each, in strength divine, 
 Still walk in wisdom's ways : 
 
 That we, with those we love, may join 
 In never-ending praise ! 
 P\QQ 8,7,8,7,8,8,7,7. Montgomery, 
 
 00 O "The peace of God." 
 
 PEACE that passeth understanding, 
 Peace to calm the bosom's strife, 
 Peace the winds and waves commanding, 
 
 On the stormy sea of life : 
 Peace the wounded spirit healing, 
 Peace tho love of Christ revealing, 
 
368 OPENING AND CLOSING. 
 
 Peace, God ! thy peace impart : 
 
 Thou of peace the author art. 
 
 2 Peace to keep our minds for ever 
 
 In thy faith, thy fear, thy way — 
 Peace to keep our hearts, that never 
 
 Thought, desire, or feeling stray — 
 Peace to soothe in every trial, 
 Peace to soften self-denial, 
 Peace our daily cross to take, 
 Grant us, for our Saviour's sake. 
 
 KQ[\ 8,7. NEWTOM 
 
 UO\J 2 Cor. xiii. 14 
 
 MAY the grace of Christ our Saviour, 
 And the Father's houndless love, 
 With the Holy Spirit's favour, 
 
 Rest upon us from above ! 
 Thus may we abide in union 
 
 With each other in the Lord ; 
 And possess, in sweet communion, 
 Joys which earth cannot afford. 
 
 ul/l Dtsmtsston. 
 
 LORD, dismiss us with thy blessing, 
 Bid us now depart in peace; 
 Still on heavenly manna feeding, 
 
 Let our faith and love increase : 
 Fill each breast with consolation — 
 
 Up to thee our hearts we raise : 
 When we reach our blissful station, 
 Then we'll give thee nobler praise. 
 
 8,6. SWEETNER 
 
 Hallelujah Chorus. 
 
 SING Hallelujah ! praise the Lord ! 
 Sing with a cheerful voice : 
 Exalt our God with one accord, 
 And in his name rejoice: 
 
OPENING AND CLOSING. 369 
 
 Ne'er cease to sing, thou ransom'd host, — 
 Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost! 
 Until, in realms of endless light, 
 
 Your praises shall unite. 
 There we to all eternity 
 
 Shall join the angelic lays; 
 And sing, in perfect harmony, 
 
 To God our Saviour's praise : 
 " He hath redeem'd us by his blood, 
 And made us kings and priests to God : 
 For us, for us the Lamb was slain." 
 
 Praise ye the Lord ! Amen. 
 
 (Bona $ atrf." 
 593 L - M - 
 
 PRAISE God, from whom all blessings flow: 
 Praise him, all creatures here below : 
 Praise him above, ye heavenly host- 
 Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 
 
 C. M. WATTS. 
 
 594 
 
 NOW let the Father, and the Son, 
 And Spirit be adored 
 Where there are works to make him known, 
 Or saints to love the Lord. 
 
 S. M. WATTS 
 
 GIVE to the Father praise, 
 Give glory to the Son ; 
 And to the Spirit of his grace 
 5e equal honour done. 
 
 Ovb I s - C. WESLET. 
 
 SING we to our God above 
 Praise eternal as his love : 
 Praise him, all ye heavenly host — 
 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 
 
370 OPENING AND CLOSING. 
 
 597 6,6,6,6,8,8. watts. 
 
 TO God the Father's throne 
 Perpetual honours raise : 
 Glory to God the Son, 
 To God the Spirit praise : 
 With all our powers, Eternal King, 
 Thy name we sing, While faith adores. 
 
 598 8 > 8,6, MERRICK. 
 
 ALL glory to the eternal Three ! — 
 Thee, Father— thee, Son, and thee, 
 The Spirit ever blest ! 
 That glory which, through ages past, 
 Unchanged has stood, and yet shall last 
 When time has sunk to rest. 
 
 r)99 8 ' 8 ' 8, T. 0. SUMMERS. 
 
 GLORY to God, the Father, Son, 
 And Holy Spirit, Three in One : 
 Glory ascribe to God alone. 
 Glory to thee, great One in Three, 
 As 'twas when nature sprang from thee, 
 Is now, and shall for ever be. 
 
 7,6. T. O. SUMMER* 
 
 TO Father, Son, and Spirit, 
 One God in Persons Three, 
 Equal in power and merit, 
 
 Eternal praises be : 
 To him, in splendour reigning, 
 
 Be now all glory given, 
 
 As 'twas in the beginning, 
 
 So evermore in heaven. 
 
INDEX OF HYMNS. 
 
 The Figures refer to the Page. 
 
 Page 
 A charge to keep I.. ..147 
 A children's temple... 294 
 A mourning class, a. ..171 
 
 A penny is a little 266 
 
 A poor wayfaring manl48 
 
 A thousand oracles 7 
 
 A year, another year.307 
 
 Abash'd be all the 248 
 
 Admitted where thy..360 
 Again, Lord, I ope..323 
 Again the kind revolv 297 
 Alas! anddidmySav.103 
 All glory to th'eternal 370 
 All hail the power of... 39 
 All praise to thee, my .334 
 Almighty Father, God..94 
 Almighty God, I'm.. ..343 
 AlmightyGod, thy pier.94 
 Almighty God, thywo.314 
 Amazing grace ! how..l60 
 Am I a soldier of the.. 140 
 
 Among the deepest 93 
 
 And am I born to die.178 
 And can I yet delay... 101 
 
 And let this feeble 192 
 
 And must I be to 180 
 
 And now another day.328 
 
 And now another 363 
 
 And will the judge de».84 
 Angels that high in... 206 
 Approach, my soul.... 105 
 
 Page 
 Arise and shine, your .270 
 Arise, my soul, arise..H4 
 Around the throne of.358 
 As bowed by sudden.,171 
 As Jesus his disciples.237 
 
 Asleep in Jesus 166 
 
 Assembled in our 359 
 
 At evening to rayself..335 
 At once upon ten tho.315 
 At the golden rise of..327 
 Attracted by love's.. ..310 
 Author of faith, we.... 318 
 Awake, my soul, and..321 
 Awake, my soul, stret.139 
 
 Baptized into thy nam.63 
 Baptized into your Sav.63 
 Be it my only wisdom.143 
 Be thou exalted, O my.20 
 BeforeJehovah's awful 21 
 
 Begone, unbelief. 157 
 
 Behold a stranger at... 82 
 Behold the Saviour of..29 
 Behold what wondro..H4 
 Beneath our feet and.162 
 Beset with snares on„151 
 Beside the gospel pool.101 
 Beyond the glittering...40 
 Bless'd are the sons... 339 
 Bless'd be the wisdom..41 
 Blow ye the trumpet... 74 
 371 
 
872 
 
 INDEX OF HYMNS. 
 
 Page 
 Bread of heaven, on.. ..64 
 Bread of the world, in.. 64 
 Brightest and hest of...25 
 
 Burst, ye emerald 191 
 
 By cool Siloain's sha...246 
 
 Call'd from above, I... .34 
 Calm on the bosom.... 177 
 Can I, a little child.... 267 
 Captain of our salva..293 
 Cease here longer to...344 
 
 Celestial Dove 51 
 
 Childhood and youth.308 
 Children, join with.. ..257 
 Children of Jerusalem258 
 Children of the heav..l38 
 Christ is merciful and..27 
 Come, children, 'tis....203 
 Come! come! come!. ..346 
 
 Come, Father, Son 292 
 
 Come, gracious Spirit.. .49 
 Come, Holy Ghost,our..49 
 Come, Holy Spirit, co...51 
 Come, Holy Spirit, hea.52 
 Come, humble sinner.. 80 
 Come, join our celebr.276 
 Come, join the festive 2*2 
 Come, let our voices...274 
 
 Come, let us anew 306 
 
 Come, let us embrace.236 
 Come, let us gladly sing 86 
 Come, let us join our ch.47 
 Come, let us join our.195 
 Come, let us join the..239 
 Come, let us join with. 65 
 Come, let us now for.. 222 
 Come, my fond flutter ..97 
 Come, my love, and. ..355 
 
 Come, my soul, thy 99 
 
 Come on, my partners 161 
 Come, said Jesus' sacr..77 
 Come, Saviour, Jesus.136 
 Come, sinners, to the. ..75 
 Come, sound his prai.221 
 
 I Pag* 
 
 | Come, thou almi<rhty....8- 
 
 ! Come, thou Fount of..l21 
 
 | Come, ye disconsolate..83 
 
 j Come, ye sinners, poor .76 
 
 Come, ye that love the 128 
 
 Come,ye that love the S.40 
 
 Come, youthful sinne.203 
 
 Could I so ungrateful.342 
 
 Creator, Saviour, God.316 
 
 Daniel's wisdom may .252 
 Day by daythe manna 155 
 Dear partner of our h..293 
 Death has been here.. 172 
 Delay not, delay not.. ..87 
 
 Depth of mercy Ill 
 
 Do not I love thee 119 
 
 Ere I sleep, for every.332 
 Eternal Being, source.313 
 Eternal Father.Godof.362 
 Eternal Spirit,we conf..48 
 Except the Lord con..311 
 
 Fain, my child, I'd..338 
 
 Farewell, brother 169 
 
 Fast flow, my tears 92 
 
 Father, I dare believe.109 
 Father, I know that...l54 
 Father, I stretch my.. 103 
 Father, I wait before..l09 
 Fatherof mercies.hear315 
 Father of meTcies,hear297 
 Father of mercies, bow.58 
 Father of mercies, in. .220 
 Father, Son, and Holy .135 
 Father,-whate"er of... ..159 
 For a season call'd to 362 
 I For ever here my rest.133 
 Foreverwitb theLord.197 
 
 Friend aftei friend 168 
 
 From all thai owell...26G 
 From every 4t/->riny....l46 
 From Greenland's icy .265 
 
INDEX OF HYMNS. 
 
 373 
 
 Page 
 Gentiles by nature, we.t>2 
 Gentle Jesus, meek.. ..235 
 Giye to the Father.... .369 
 Glad was my heart to. ..54 
 Glory to God.the Fath.370 
 Go, thou in life's fair..204 
 Go to thy rest,mychildl75 
 
 God is in heaven 351 
 
 God made the world.. ..14 
 God o'er all supreme..315 
 God of almighty love..l47 
 
 God of the young 290 
 
 God of union, God of..313 
 
 Grace is a plant...". 201 
 
 Grace! 'tis a charming..42 
 Gracious Redeemer.... 144 
 Great Father on high.231 
 Great God, and wilt.. .232 
 Great God, to thee my.221 
 Great God, with won.. 21 8 
 Guide me, thou 137 
 
 Hail. Father, Son, and...9 
 Hail, Great Creator.... 2S5 
 Hail, lovely appear.... 303 
 Hail, my ever-blessed.113 
 Hail, thou once despis.SS 
 Hallow'd be this hum.295 
 Happybeyond descrip.245 
 Happy man whom God.15 
 Happy Samuel! toGod251 
 
 Happy the child 243 
 
 Happy the heart 120 
 
 Happy the man that..l26 
 
 Happy the souls to 56 
 
 Hark! from the tombsl63 
 Hark ! my soul, it is...H8 
 Hark! ten thousand.... 39 
 Hark ! the glad sound.24 
 
 Hark! the herald 24 
 
 Hark! the song of.....273 
 Hark! the voice of love.30 
 Hark! to the solemn,.176 
 Hasten, Lord, the 263 
 
 Page 
 Hasten, sinner, to be.. .85 
 He dies, the Friend of..36 
 Head of the church...l41 
 Hear what the voice...l66 
 Hear ye my law, my..290 
 Heavenly Father,look343 
 Help, Lord, to whom..l45 
 Help us to help each... 57 
 Here, graoious God.... 311 
 Here, like the birds.. .287 
 Here, Lord,before thy .360 
 
 Holy Bible! book 217 
 
 Holy Child of heaven.209 
 Hosanna be the child.280 
 
 Hosanna to Him 253 
 
 Hosanna to King 256 
 
 Hosanna to the Prince256 
 Hosanna to the Son... 256 
 
 How beauteous are 57 
 
 How can a sinner 115 
 
 How doth the little.. .226 
 How dreadful, Lord. ..183 
 How firm a founda....l58 
 How glorious is our.... 10 
 How happy are the. ..116 
 How happy are they.,127 
 
 How happy every 194 
 
 How I love my tender.355 
 How large the promise.60 
 How long sometimes..l97 
 How lost was my con...79 
 How pleasant thus to.367 
 How sad our state by .102 
 
 How serious is the 309 
 
 How shall the young.215 
 How sweet is the fra..279 
 How sweet is the Sab..67 
 How sweetly flow'd the.27 
 How tedious and taste.123 
 Hungry, and faint, and99 
 Hush, little Christian.205 
 
 I dearly love a little...345 
 I know that my Be 43 
 
374 
 
 INDEX OF HYMNS. 
 
 Page 
 I leave the world with.97 
 I love the volumes of.214 
 
 I love thy kingdom 54 
 
 I love to steal awhile.334 
 
 I sing th' almighty 13 
 
 I thank the Lord, my .349 
 I thank the Lord.who.343 
 I thank thee, Lord.for.326 
 I think when I read.. .238 
 I thirst; hut not as. ..124 
 
 I want a principle 143 
 
 I would not live alw„190 
 Idle hoys and men are.226 
 
 If Jesus Christ was 95 
 
 I'll praise my Maker. ..22 
 
 In evil long I took 108 
 
 In God's own house... 208 
 In the soft season of...l99 
 Israel, in ancient days.32 
 It is not earthly plea.245 
 
 Jerusalem, Jerusalem 261 
 Jerusalem, my happy .189 
 Jesus.and shall it everl22 
 Jesus Christ, my Lord 249 
 Jesus, great Shepherd..56 
 Jesus, I love thy char..46 
 Jesus, I my cross havel52 
 Jesus, let thy pitying.. 89 
 Jesus,lover of my soul 104 
 Jesus, my all, to heav.106 
 Jesus, my truth, my..H6 
 
 Jesus shall reign 260 
 
 Jesus, tender Shep 332 
 
 Jesus, the name high...59 
 Jesus,we cast ourselv.361 
 Just as I am, without.106 
 
 Lahorers of Christ 150 
 
 Let children hear the.308 
 Let children proclaim 254 
 
 Let children that 208 
 
 Let dogs delight to 209 
 
 Let earth and heaven..44 
 
 Pag* 
 Let every heart rejoice301 
 Let every mortal ear... 75 
 Let worldly minds the 126 
 Life is a span, a fleet..l75 
 Little drops of water.,354 
 Little rain-drops fill. ..268 
 Little travellers Zion.184 
 Lo ! at noon 'tis sudden.30 
 Lo ! on a narrow neck .17 7 
 
 Lo! what an enter 320 
 
 Lord, dismiss us with.368 
 Lord, how delightful. ..71 
 Lord, I ascribe it to. ..220 
 Lord, I believe a rest.132 
 Lord, I have dared to.230 
 Lord, Iwould own thy 239 
 Lord, if thou the gracel42 
 Lord, in the morning... 69 
 Lord Jesus Christthe 312 
 Lord, in the strength.136 
 Lord, keep my heart..213 
 
 Lord of the harvest 59 
 
 Lord of the worlds 53 
 
 Lord, teach a little.... 231 
 Lord, teach me how. ..230 
 Lord, thou hast search.22 
 Lord, 'tis a pleasant.... 53 
 Lord, we are spared... 277 
 Lord, we are vile con... 91 
 Love Divine ! all loves 134 
 
 Love God with all 214 
 
 Love is the theme of.. 319 
 Lover of little child... 236 
 Loving Jesus, gentle..249 
 
 Majestic sweetness sits.45 
 Many voices seem to..223 
 May I resolve with all.96 
 May I tlumighout this.70 
 
 May the grace of. 368 
 
 May we who teach—. .313 
 
 Mercy, descending 309 
 
 Mercy, thou Son of... 80 
 Mid scenes of confu...357 
 
INDEX OF HYMNS. 
 
 373 
 
 Page 
 
 Mighty God, while 44 
 
 Millions there are on. 264 
 Morn amid the moun.354 
 Mortals, awake with. ..'25 
 Mourn for the thous..302 
 My dear Redeemer and 28 
 My faith looks up to..l07 
 My Father and my.... 241 
 My Father, I thank. ..326 
 My father, my mother342 
 My God, beneath thy .324 
 Mv God, I am thine...l28 
 My God, I love and I...12 
 My God, my life, my.. .130 
 My God, my portion... 131 
 My God, permit me.. ..335 
 My God, the spring. ...130 
 My God,thy boundless 15 
 My God, who mak'st...322 
 
 My Saviour, my 139 
 
 My son, know thou.... 198 
 My soul, with all thy..l51 
 
 New every morning...325 
 Not all the blood of.... 31 
 
 Now be the gospel 271 
 
 Now, children, to 363 
 
 Now in the heatof.....200 
 
 Now let a true 201 
 
 Now let the Father.. ..369 
 Now that my journey. 240 
 Now that the sun is...322 
 
 Christian love, be.. .299 
 come and dwell in...l34 
 come, let us raise... 255 
 come, let us sing.. ..278 
 
 Father of all 296 
 
 Father, we approach 205 
 
 O for a closer walk 110 
 
 O for a thousand 112 
 
 O for a heart to praise.,133 
 
 garden of Olivet 28 
 
 God of Abraham 154 
 
 Pag* 
 
 God. our help in 162 
 
 God, we praise thee.. 1Q 
 
 happy day that 65 
 
 happy is the man. ..244 
 how can they look..299 
 in the morn of life..200 
 love divine! how.. ..109 
 
 O make me a very 349 
 
 O sweet as vernal dew 339 
 O that I could repent. 89 
 that I, like Timothy 216 
 that my load of sin 131 
 
 O that the Lord 98 
 
 O thou God of my 120 
 
 thou that would'st..l79 
 thou, the helpless. ..242 
 
 O 'tis a folly and a 225 
 
 'tis a lovely thing...212 
 'tis good when all. ..320 
 what a blessed hope 195 
 
 O what hath Jesus 193 
 
 where shall rest be.179 
 
 Object of my first 125 
 
 Of all the gifts thy 112 
 
 On Jordan's stormy. ..188 
 Once more, my soul. ..321 
 
 On what has now 364 
 
 Once more, before we..364 
 Once was heard the.. .259 
 
 One God I must 213 
 
 One there is above 46 
 
 Our blessed Redeemer 48 
 Our Father in heaven 99 
 
 Our Lord is risen 37 
 
 Our schools are 282 
 
 Our tongues were 207 
 
 Our youthful hearts ..348 
 
 Part in peace 364 
 
 Peace that passeth 367 
 
 People of the living... 55 
 
 Poor and needy 17 
 
 Praise God, from 369 
 
 Praise the high, the... 11 
 
376 
 
 Page 
 
 Praise the Saviour 2*38 
 
 Prayer is the soul's.... 145 
 Pure are the joys 211 
 
 Rejoice, rejoice, the.... 273 
 Religion is the chief.. .247 
 
 Remember thy *199 
 
 Rest from thy labors..l70 
 Return, wanderer... 83 
 
 Rise, my soul, and 137 
 
 Rock of ages, cleft for.. 33 
 
 Sabbath morning! 346 
 
 Safely through 67 
 
 Salvation! U the 42 
 
 Saviour, breathe an... 330 
 Saviour, when in dust 91 
 
 Saviour, while thy 310 
 
 Saviour, who thy 317 
 
 Say, sinner, h:ith a.... 88 
 See how the morning 324 
 
 See Israeli gentle 61 
 
 See that heathen 263 
 
 See the leaves 304 
 
 Shall I, amidst a 96 
 
 Shepherd of tender.... 3 17 
 Shepherd, who thy.... 353 
 
 Show pity. Lord, 90 
 
 Sin has a thousand.... 84 
 Since o'er thy footstool 12 
 
 Sing Hallelujah! 308 
 
 Sing praise: the 35 
 
 Sing we to our God.. ..369 
 
 Sinner come, 'mid 81 
 
 Sinners turn, why 82 
 
 Sister, thou wast mild.168 
 
 Soldiers of Christ 141 
 
 Soon as I heard my. ..240 
 
 Source of life and 331 
 
 Sow in the morn thy...lo0 
 Spirit of faith, come... 50 
 
 Star of peace to 356 
 
 Still let us keep the. ..359 
 Stretch, O my soul 271 
 
 INDEX OF HYMNS. 
 
 Page 
 Strive, for the way is.. 202 
 Sweet is the work, my 69 
 Sweet it is to see a 210 
 
 Teacher, guide of. 236 
 
 The Bible! the Bible.. 288 
 
 The call to China 266 
 
 The chariot! the 181 
 
 The day is past and. ..329 
 
 The daylight fades 328 
 
 The day of wrath 182 
 
 The freshly blooming.285 
 The God of Abrah'm... 17 
 
 The God of heaven 340 
 
 The gods that gave us 205 
 
 The grace of Jesus 281 
 
 The heathen perish!. .265 
 The Judge of all shall. 41 
 The King of heaven... 63 
 
 The leaves around 165 
 
 The Jight of Sabbath.. 72 
 The Lord commands...208 
 The Lord my pasture.. 19 
 The Lord of Sabbath.. 34 
 The man of sorrow.... 28 
 
 The mellow eve is 331 
 
 The morning bright...327 
 The morning flowers..l73 
 
 The praises of my 217 
 
 The rose-bud yet 164 
 
 The Sabbath of the.... 72 
 
 The spacious 19 
 
 The sun has gone to...330 
 The Sunday-school ! ...287 
 
 The voice of free 78 
 
 Thee, Jesus, the Son..253 
 There is a fountain.... 33 
 
 There is a glorious 186 
 
 There is a God that... .222 
 There is a happy land.187 
 
 There is a land of. 1S8 
 
 There is an hour of...lS5 
 There is a path that...l38 
 There is a place 357 
 
INDEX OF HYMNS. 
 
 377 
 
 Page 
 
 Ther« is a stream 215 
 
 There is beyond the...lS3 
 Thine earthly Sabbath 73 
 
 Think, Oye who 167 
 
 This book is all that's.352 
 This day belongs to... 68 
 
 This is a precious 216 
 
 This is the day the.... 70 
 This is the day when.. 66 
 This is the field where 219 
 This, this is the God... 18 
 This year is just going 305 
 
 Thou art our Shep 361 
 
 Thou Father of the.... 298 
 Thouhidden love of.. .122 
 
 Thou Shepherd of. 123 
 
 Thou, who didst with.316 
 Thou, God, my...,...333 
 Theu,whose almighty 261 
 
 Though no pious 251 
 
 Though troubles 156 
 
 Through all the 153 
 
 Thus did the sons of... 61 
 
 Thus far the Lord 329 
 
 Thus Lydia sanctified 62 
 
 Thy father! why 341 
 
 Thy kingdom come.. ..262 
 
 Thy life I read my 174 
 
 Time is winging us.... 305 
 
 Tis but a short 163 
 
 'Tis religion that can.245 
 'Tis summer, glorious 304 
 To Father, Son, and...370 
 To God, the Father's...370 
 To Jesus, our King.. ..269 
 
 To thee, the little 300 
 
 To thy temple 1 337 
 
 To thy pastures green 234 
 To-morrow, Lord, is... 85 
 Tracts have the gift... 264 
 'Twas the commission 60 
 
 Up to thee, ahnighty..301 
 
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 Vain, delusive world.,117 
 
 Watchman, tell us of..269 
 We gather,we gather..254 
 We have met in peace 283 
 
 We meet again in 275 
 
 We offer, Lord, our....293 
 
 We seem to hear a 2S4 
 
 We shall meet, no 366 
 
 We won't give up the 289 
 Weep, little children.,170 
 Welcome, sweet day... 66 
 We've pass'd another.. 71 
 
 What are these in 184 
 
 What blessed example247 
 What is it shows my..352 
 What is life? 'tis but.,186 
 What is the world?. ..262 
 What is there here to.194 
 What is there, Lord...227 
 
 Whatever brawls 340 
 
 When a foolish 229 
 
 When all thy mercies 16 
 
 When blooming 172 
 
 When daily I kneel. ..228 
 When for some little..l59 
 When his salvation... 257 
 When I can read my..l60 
 
 When I look up to 351 
 
 When I survey the.... 29 
 
 When Jesus into 255 
 
 When little Samuel...250 
 When marshall'd on... 26 
 When my cries ascend 241 
 
 When quiet in my 337 
 
 When Sabbath's 348 
 
 When shall the voice 272 
 When shall thy love.JOO 
 
 When shall we all 365 
 
 When shall we meet..365 
 When sickness, pain...l74 
 When the harvest is.. 87 
 When the morning.. ..347 
 When the soft dews...333 
 
INDEX OF HYMNS. 
 
 378 
 
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 Whene'er I take my...350 
 While the heavenly.. .280 
 
 While thee I seek 336 
 
 While we with fear.. ..291 
 While with eeaseless..306 
 Whither hut to thee...243 
 Who would not love...237 
 Why should I deprive 211 
 
 Whv should I join 211 
 
 Why should I love 227 
 
 Why should I say 225 
 
 Why should our garm.233 
 
 Why should our 234 
 
 Why should the child 51 
 Why should we spend 223 
 With grateful delight 295 
 
 With humhleheart...232 
 
 With joy we meet 30C 
 
 AVith joy once more... 286 
 Within these walls.. ..361 
 Words are things of.. .229 
 
 Ye hearts. with youth 198 
 Yes', theliedeemer.... 35 
 
 Young and lovely 344 
 
 Young men and 23 
 
 Young men exhort.... 292 
 
 Young though in 164 
 
 Youth, health, and....224 
 
 Zion the marvellous.. 273 
 
INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 
 
 The Figures refer to the Hymns. 
 
 Abuah, 390. 
 
 Abraham, covenant -with, 87, 88 : God of, 15. 
 
 Adam's fall, 138. 
 
 Adoption, 173-176. 
 
 Advocate, 49, 58, 169, 173. 
 
 Agony in the garden, 33, 34. 
 
 Angels, 45, 53, 440, 463. 
 
 Anger, 239, 318, 351. 
 
 Ascension of Christ, 47, 48. 
 
 Ashamed of Jesus, 185. 
 
 Atonement, 33-64. 
 
 Autumn, 249, 475. 
 
 Awakening and inviting, 113-134, 297-308. 
 
 Backslider, 168, 169. 
 
 Baptism, 86-93. 
 
 Bartimeus, 120. 
 
 Benedictions, 589-591. 
 
 Beneficence, 225-227. 
 
 Bethesda, 155. 
 
 Bible. 327-339, 443-450, 534, 560, 561. 
 
 Birthday, 544. 
 
 Brother, death of a, 255. 
 
 Creation, 6-9. 
 
 Cross of Christ, 35-37, 158-165. 
 
 Cross, taking up, 230. 
 
 Cruelty, 318, 319. 
 
 Calvary, 37, 38, 163. 
 
 Canaan, the heavenly, 2S4, 285. 
 
 Celebrations, 431-472. 
 
 China, call to, 417, 424. ' 
 
 Children, baptism of, 87-91: education, 451-486! 
 
 pious, 297-404. sickness and death, 248, 259-266. 
 Choice, the good, 145-148, 341-343. 
 Christ, mediation of, 25-64. 
 Christian experience, 170-242, 347-404. 
 
 379 
 
380 INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 
 
 Church, 74-81. 
 
 Circumspection, 217. 
 
 Closing service, 577—600. 
 
 College commencement, 451-457. 
 
 Comforter, 65. 
 
 Commandments, ten, 309-326. 
 
 Communion of saints, 74-81. 
 
 Company, bad. 321. 
 
 Confession of sin. 141-143. 
 
 Conscience, 218, 352. 
 
 Consecration to God, 204-206. 
 
 Consistency, 217. 
 
 Contentment, 232-235. 
 
 Contrition, 140. 
 
 Conversion of the world, 405-430. 
 
 Coronation of Christ, 50-52. 
 
 Covenant of grace, 57 : with God, 9T. 
 
 Covetousness, 324. 
 
 Daily bread, 232-235. 
 
 Day of judgment, 54, 269. 
 
 Death and future state, 243, 296. 
 
 Deceitfulness of sin, 127. 
 
 Delay of repentance. 129-134, 339, 54g . 
 
 Delight in Christ, 180-193. 
 
 Depravity, inherited, 138. 
 
 Dies irce, 182. 
 
 Dismissing a good scholar, 457. 
 
 Dismission, 591. 
 
 Doxologies, 593-600. 
 
 Early piety, 297-404. 
 
 Education, 451-462, 481-504. 
 
 Eternity, 295, 296. 
 
 Evening, 108-110, 517-531. 
 
 Examples of piety, 32, 384-391. 
 
 Faith, 69, 156-165, 170-178, 199. 
 
 Fall, the, 127, 138. 
 
 Family religion, 505-549, 561, 565. 
 
 Farewell, 457. 458, 5S2-591. 
 
 Fear of God, 231, 339. 
 
 Feast, gospel, 94, 114, 115. 
 
 Forbearance, 239. 
 
 Forgiveness, 164-175. 
 
 Fortitude, 213-215, 230. 
 
 Fountain of Christ's blood, 41-43L 
 
 Fourth of July, 468-471. 
 
INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 381 
 
 Friend, death of a, 253. 
 
 Friendship, 62, 76-81, 503, 504. 
 
 Funeral, 243-296. 
 
 Gentleness. 318, 319, 566. 
 
 Glory of God, 5. 
 
 God, being and perfections of, 1-24. 
 
 Golden rule, 214. 
 
 Gospel call, 113-134. 
 
 Grace, 57, 63. 
 
 Gratitude, 13, 61, 62, 179-1S3, 240, 369, 370, 556, 557 
 
 Grave, 46, 244. 
 
 Grieving the Spirit, 131-134. 
 
 Guilt, 137-143, 349. 
 
 Happiness, 189-197, 377-381. 
 
 Harvest past, 133. 
 
 Heart, contrite, 135-144 : hard, 349 : holy, 301 : su* 
 
 rendered to Christ, 153, 154. 
 Heathen, conversion of, 405-430. 
 Heaven, 276-296, 568-570. 
 Hell, 276, 302. 
 Holiness, 198-206. 
 
 Holy Ghost, offices of, 48-73, 131-134, 173, 176. 
 Hope. 240-242, 289-296. 
 Hosanna, 392-404. 
 Humiliation of Christ, 30. 
 Humility, 216, 566. 
 Hypocrisy, 144, 364. 
 Idleness, 346, 347. 
 Idolatry, 309, 310. 
 Incarnation, 25-28. 
 Infant school, 550-566. 
 Ingratitude, 124, 140. 
 Instability, 153, 168, 169, 348. 
 Institutions of Christianity, 74-112. 
 Invitations and warnings, 113-134, 297-308. 
 Jacob's prayer, 232. 
 Jerusalem, the heavenly, 189. 
 Jesus, children coming to, 361-368. 
 Jews, conversion of, 407, 418, 421. 
 Joy and peace, 170-197. 
 Jubilee, song of, 430 : Sunday school, 438-440 : year 
 
 of, 113. 
 Judgment, 54, 269-277. 
 Justification, 170-175. 
 Kindness, 225, 226. 
 
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 382 INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 
 
 Knowledge, 191, 217, 377, 378, 455. 
 
 Lambs ofthe flock, 89, 180, 361, 499-501, 562, 
 
 Law of God. 309-339. 
 
 Liberality, 225-227, 418-422. 
 
 Life, short and uncertain, 243-271. 
 
 Light of the world, 408-425. 
 
 Litany, 139. 
 
 Lord's, day, 98-112 : prayer, 152 : supper, 94-97. 
 
 Love, of God, 12, 167. 203 : to God, 194-197 : to man. 
 225-227, 502 : to brothers and sisters, 502-504, 540', 
 565 : to the church, 74-78 : to enemies, 239 : to the 
 Saviour, 179-190. 
 
 Lydia, 90, 252. 
 
 Lying, 323. 
 
 Manna, 234. 
 
 Mary, 167, 229. 
 
 Meditation, 530-533. 
 
 Meekness, 239. 
 
 Mercy seat. 222. 
 
 Ministers, 82-85. 
 
 Missions, 405-430. 
 
 Mohammedans. 418. 421. 
 
 Morning. 99-107. 505-516. 
 
 Moses's choice. 228 : death, 289. 
 
 Narrow way, 209, 305. 
 
 New year, 478—480. 
 
 Obedience to Parents, 316. 317, 541-543, 565. 
 
 Olivet, 33. 
 
 Omnipresence and omniscience, 22, 141, 142. 
 
 Opening service, 571-576. 
 
 Orphans, 372-376, 463-467. 
 
 Pardon, 170-175, 354-356. 
 
 Parents, duty to, 316, 317, 541-543, 565: responsi- 
 bility of, 536. 
 
 Parting, 577-600. 
 
 Pastor, death of, 256. 
 
 Patience, 233-242. 
 
 Peace, 175, 176, 191, 198. 
 
 Penitential, 135-169, 348-368. 
 
 Perfection, 198-206. 
 
 Persecution, 228-242. 
 
 Perseverance, 207-215, 240, 242. 
 
 Peter weeping, 136. 
 
 Physician of souls, 119. 
 
 Pilgrim, 207-211. 
 
 
INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 383 
 
 Poor, charity to, 225, 466. 
 
 Praise, 1-24, 59-64, 369. 
 
 Prayer, 221-223. 
 
 Pride, 359, 360. 
 
 Priesthood of Christ, 49. 
 
 Profanity, 312-315. 
 
 Promises, 237. 
 
 Providence, 9-11. 
 
 Purity, 200-206. 
 
 Race, Christian, 212. 
 
 Recovery from sickness, 546. 
 
 Redemption, 55-60. 
 
 Refuse in Christ, 159. 
 
 Regeneration, 354-356. 
 
 Rejoicing, 170-197. 
 
 Religion, importance of early, 297-404. 
 
 Repentance, 135-169, 348-368. 
 
 Resignation, 233-236. 
 
 Resolutions, good, 145, 146, 340-343. 
 
 Resurrection, 44-47, 262, 274, 275. 
 
 Retirement, 530-534. 
 
 Righteousness, 359, 360. 
 
 Rock of Ages, 41. 
 
 Rural celebrations, 443-447. 
 
 Sabbath, 98-112, 315. 
 
 Sacrifices, Jewish, 37-40. 
 
 Salvation, 56, 59. 
 
 Samuel, 384, 388, 3S9. 
 
 Sanctification, 198-206. 
 
 Satan, 241, 346, 347. 
 
 School anniversaries, 431-453. 
 
 School-house opened, 459-462. 
 
 Scholar, death of a, 259, 260. 
 
 Seasons, 473-480. 
 
 Second advent, 54. 
 
 Self-dedication, 145-148, 341-343. 
 
 Shepherd, Christ a, 18, 89, 186, 361, 499-501, 526, 562. 
 
 Sickness, 545. 
 
 Sin, deceitful, 127 : original,138 : ruinous, 11 9, 276,277. 
 
 Sinners, call to, 113-134, 306. 
 
 Singing, 183, 194. 
 
 Sister, death of a, 254. 
 
 Sloth, 346, 347. 
 
 Soldier, Christian, 213-215. 
 
 Sovereignty of God, 10, 
 
384 ixdex of subjects. 
 
 Spring. 441, 442, 473 
 Star in the East, 28, 29 
 Stealing, 322. 
 
 Stranger and his friend, 225 
 submission, 23S, 371. 
 Summer, 474. 
 
 TedLoT'? 00 ' MW,rati<ms > *n-462. 
 
 ssysas* 25? - ■• : *■»• » *. ** 
 
 Teaching of Christ, 31. 
 Temperance, 472. ' 
 Temptations and trials, 228-242 
 
 Time. 243, 295. 
 Timothy, 330, 384. 
 Tracts. 413. 
 Trinity. 1-4. 
 
 Trust in God, 231-237. 
 Types of Christ, 38-40. 
 UNBELIEF, 156, 236. 
 Union, 80, 502-504, 581-591 
 
 VISIONS OF HEAVEN, 288-294 
 
 Voice of free grace, 118. 
 
 vow, Christian, 97. 
 
 Walking with God, 168, 207-211 
 
 Warfare, Christian, 213-215 
 
 Warnings, 123-134. 
 
 Watchfulness, 219, 220 
 
 Way, Christ the, 161. 
 
 Winter, 476. 
 
 Wisdom, 129. 191, 217, 378 
 
 Witness of the Spirit, 69, 70, 173-176 ■ 
 
 Words, wicked. 351. i°~J-io. 
 
 Worshin ° Ter - ed ' 405 - 430: enounced, 147, 148. 
 **°^P. opening and closing. 571-597 
 Wrath of God, 128-134 S? ° 97 ' 
 Yeak, close of, 477 : new, 478niS0 
 loke of Christ, 198, 343. 
 Young, death of, 259-266 
 
 Zeal, 206, 223-228. 
 Zion, lore to, 74-78. 
 
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