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FROM THE LIBRARY OF 
 
 REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON, D. D. 
 
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THE 
 
 Hymns and Songs of Praise, 
 
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HYMNS 
 
 AND 
 
 ongs of Praise 
 
 FOR 
 
 PUBLIC AND SOCIAL WORSHIP. 
 
 EDITED BY 
 
 ROSN'ELL D. HITCHCOCK, ZACHARY EDDY, 
 PHILIP SCHAFF. 
 
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PREFACE. 
 
 This Book is much larger than was at first contemplated. The 
 Editors began their work together, now nearly four years ago, with 
 the idea that six hundred Hymns, or, at most, eight hundred, are 
 quite enough. Such a Selection we might have made for ourselves ; 
 and it might, perhaps, have suited some congregations. But we 
 soon came to the conclusion that if many people are to be pleased, 
 there must be many Hymns : a Collection, and not a Selection. 
 
 Fastidious critics may say that there are not more than two or 
 three hundred really good Hymns in the language. And, to be 
 sure, there are not many such Hymns as " When I survey the 
 wondrous cross," " There is a fountain filled with blood," " Jesus, 
 Lover of my soul," and " Rock of ages, cleft for me." But 
 the number of Hymns that have long done good service, and will 
 long continue to do it, is very much greater than many people 
 suppose. And then new Hymns, which will certainly live, such as 
 " My faith looks up to Thee," " Lead, kindly light," " Just as I am," 
 and " Abide with me," are constantly appearing. Even the two or 
 three hundred classic Hymns, which form the staple of our weekly 
 use, will serve us all the better for not being made to serve alone. 
 
 Of the fourteen hundred Hymns here brought together, few, 
 we think, could have been omitted without spiritual loss. Not all of 
 them are designed for Public and Social Worship. Indeed, a con- 
 siderable number are expressly set apart for Family Worship. And 
 some, which need not be sung at all, are designed especially for 
 closet use. Now and then a familiar Hymn may still be missed : 
 omitted, perhaps, inadvertently ; or because it could not be matched 
 with appropriate music without making up an additional page ; or 
 because of its commonplace, prosaic character ; or because of some 
 doctrinal error or infelicity. But in all such cases the omitted 
 Hymns, it is believed, will be found to have been replaced by better 
 ones of the same general scope. 
 
 Our aim has been to make a truly catholic Book. All ages, all 
 nations, all communions, and all types and' stages of Christian 
 experience are here represented. The older objective Hymnology, 
 and the later subjective, are admitted to equal fellowship. Saints 
 who had little to do with one another in their life-time, but now 
 singing together in Heaven, are together here. Of all this goodly 
 company, Watts still sits highest, and Charles Wesley next. 
 
 In addition to the old standard Hymns, which must go into every 
 Book, many fine, fresh, new Hymns will be found in this Collection, 
 some of which have been written expressly for it. Wc are under* 
 
PREFACE. 
 
 special obligations to Dr. Ray Palmer, the Rev. Hervey D. Gaxse, 
 Dr. Alexander R. Thompson, Dr. Edward Hopper, the Rev. 
 Arthur T. Pierson, and Miss Margaret E. Winslow. 
 
 While our Book has been carefully wrought in every part, special 
 pains have been taken with the Hymns pertaining to Christ and the 
 Christian life. That type of theology which makes the Person of 
 Christ central, is here brought out in song. And while our first care 
 has been to provide for constant and common daily and weekly wants, 
 liberal provision has also been made for special occasions, and par- 
 ticularly for seasons of special religious interest. 
 
 The average length of Hymns in this Collection is somewhat 
 greater than usual. Many chipped and fractured gems have thus 
 been restored to their original integrity and beauty. We have seldom 
 shortened a Hymn for merelv mechanical reasons. With the quicker 
 movement now generallv practised in singing, six stanzas take no 
 more time than used to be required for four. Bv making each Tune 
 carry the first stanza of a Hymn, room has been found for many 
 single stanzas which had better not be dropped, as well as for many 
 additiqnal Hymns which must otherwise have been excluded. 
 
 Immense labor, which, if foreseen, might have been thought 
 impracticable, has been expended upon the text. In every possible 
 instance resort has been had to original sources ol information. 
 Standard editions of Authors, instead of Hymn Books, have been 
 employed : as, in the case of Watts, a London edition of all his 
 Writings ; and, in the case of the Wesleys, the exhaustive thirteen 
 volume edition of their Poetical Works, recently completed. The 
 Hymnological Library selected for the Union Theological Seminary 
 by Mr. Daniel Sedgwick of London, has been of great service to us. 
 Special acknowledgments are due also to the Rev. Frederic M. Bird, 
 of the Episcopal diocese of New Jersey, whose large library, and 
 larger stores of Hymnological information, have been generously laid 
 open to us. 
 
 With respect to the restoration of Hymns to their original forms, 
 a middle course has been pursued. Innumerable alterations, of one 
 sort or another, have long been current. And most of these altera- 
 tions are for the worse. In all such cases restoration was felt to be 
 simply a duty. But now and then a Hvmn has been altered for the 
 better, and the alteration has been deliberately and almost universally 
 accepted. In such cases restoration was not to be thought of. But, 1 
 of course, the alteration ought always to be acknowledged. 
 
 A word or two in explanation of the editing. The Authors name,' 
 if known, is always given in connection with the Hymn. This 
 saves turning to an Index ; and is quite as proper as naming the 
 text of the sermon by Book, Chapter, and Verse, instead of quoting 
 it merely as Scripture. At each opening of our Book, the dates or 
 birth and death, if known, are given in brackets, where the Author's 
 name occurs for the first time, or occurs but once. If it occurs again 
 
PREFACE. 
 
 at the same opening, only the date of the Hymn is given. If the 
 Hymn has two dates, as in the case of Montgomery's " Songs of praise 
 the angels sang," Hymn 68 [1819, 1853], it indicates a revision of the 
 Hvmn by the Author himself. Abridgments are also indicated, as 
 well as alterations ; so that it may in every case be known whether 
 or not we are singing a favorite Hymn entirely and exactly as the 
 Author wrote it. 
 
 The musical editing has been done by John K. Paine, Professor 
 of Music in Harvard University, and U. C. Burnap, Organist of the 
 Church on the Heights in Brooklyn, assisted by James Flint, 
 Organist in Orange, New Jersev. The work thev have done must 
 speak for itself. As the aim has been to encourage congregational 
 singing, most of the Tunes are familiar and easv. But some of the 
 best Tunes in the Book are new, and must, of course, be learned and 
 practised before they will be available for congregational use. A few 
 pieces, like Dies Irae, p. 502, Tempest, p. 427, and some others, which 
 musicians will easily recognize, are not meant to be sung by congre- 
 gations, but by well-trained choirs on special occasions. 
 
 Roswell D. Hitchcock, 
 Zachary Eddy, 
 New York, March 20, 1874. PHILIP ScHAFF. 
 
 Suggestions to Ministers and Directors of Church Music. 
 
 1. Do not expect anv congregation to sing a new Tune at sight. 
 
 2. New Tunes demand either congregational rehearsals, or a well- 
 trained Choir. 
 
 3. In the selection of Hvmns to be sung by the congregation, be 
 careful to select such Hvmns as have familiar Tunes set to them. 
 It is safe to assume that every American congregation is more or less 
 familiar with the following Tunes : 
 
 T^. 31. — Old Hundred, Hebron. Hamburg, Ward, Windham, Wells, Duke Street, 
 Uxbridge, Park Street (?) Retreat, Rockingham, Woodworth. 
 
 C= 31. — Arlington, Avon, Balerma, Christmas, Coronation, Cowper, Dedham, Dundee. 
 Downs, Heber, Maitland, Mear, Marlow, Naomi, Ortonville, St. Anns, St. Martins, Stephens. 
 
 C. P. 31.— Meribah, Ganges, Ariel (?) 
 
 S. 31. — Boylston, Dermis, Laban, Olmutz, Silver Street, St. Thomas, Lebanon, Watchman. 
 
 7. — Pleyel's Hymn, Nuremberg, Hendon, Horton (?) Benevento, Martyn. 
 
 7, 6. — Amsterdam, Missionary Hymn, Webb. 
 
 8. 7, 4. — Sicily, Greenville. 
 
 8, 7.— Nettleton, Bartimeus, Stockwell, Wilmot. 
 
 L. P. 31.— Dalston. 
 
 6 S 4. — America, Olivet, Bethany, Italian Hymn, Portuguese Hymn, Lyons. 
 
THE TEN COMMANDMENTS. 
 
 Exodus x.\. 1-17. 
 
 God spake all these words, saying: 
 
 I am the Lord thy God, which have brought thee out of the land of Egypt, out of the 
 house of bondage. 
 
 I. Thou shalt have no other Gods before Me. 
 
 II. Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image, or any likeness of any thing that 
 is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth : 
 thou shalt not bow down thyself to them, nor serve them. 
 
 For I the Lord thy God am a jealous God, visiting the iniquity of the lathers upon the- 
 children unto the third and fourth generation of them that hate Me; and shewing mer;y 
 unto thousands of them that love Me, and keep My commandments. 
 
 III. Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord thy God in vain. 
 
 For the Lord will not hold him guiltless that taketh His name in vain. 
 
 IV. Remember the sabbath day, to keep it holy. Six days shalt thou labor, and io 
 all thy work, but the seventh day is the sabbath of the Lord thy God: in it thou shalt 
 not do any work, thou, nor thy son, nor thy daughter, thy man-servant, nor thy maid- 
 servant, nor thy cattle, nor thy stranger that is within thy gates. 
 
 For in six days the Lord made heaven and earth, the sea, and all that in them is, and 
 rested the seventh day: wherefore the Lord blessed the sabbath day, and hallowed it. 
 
 V. Honor thy father and thy mother: that thy days may be long upon the land which 
 the Lord thy God giveth thee. 
 
 VI. Thou shalt not kill. 
 
 VII. Thou shalt not commit adultery. 
 
 VIII. Thou shalt not steal. 
 
 IX. Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbor. 
 
 X. Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's house, thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's 
 wife, nor his man-servant, nor his maid-servant, nor his ox, nor his ass, ::cr any thing 
 that is thy neighbors. 
 
 THE LORD'S PRAYER. 
 
 Matthew vi. 9-13. 
 
 Our Father who art in heaven : 
 
 Hallowed be Thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done on earth, as it is in 
 heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our debts, as we forgive our 
 debtors. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. 
 
 For Thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, forever. Amen. 
 
 THE APOSTLES' CREED. 
 
 I believe in God the Father Almighty, Maker of heaven and earth: 
 
 And in Jesus Christ His only Son our Lord; who was conceived by the Holy Ghost; 
 
 born of the Virgin Mary; suffered under Pontius Pilate; was crucified, dead, and buried; 
 
 He descended into hell; the third day He rose again from the dead; He ascended into 
 
 heaven; and sitteth on the right hand of God the Father Almighty; from thence He shall 
 
 come to judge the quick and the dead. 
 
 I believe in the HOLY GHOST; the holy Catholic Church ; the Communion of Saints; the 
 
 Forgiveness of sins ; the Resurrection of the body ; and the Life everlasting. Amen. 
 
F 
 
 O N T E N TS. 
 
 Hymns. Pages. 
 
 Preface 3-5 
 
 Commandments, Prayer, and Creed 6 
 
 God 1-144 7-43 
 
 Christ H5~33% 44~9^ 
 
 The Holy Spirit 339-385 97-109 
 
 The Scriptures 386-407 109-114 
 
 Free Salvation 408-450 1 14-124 
 
 The Christian Life 451-826 125-222 
 
 The Church 827-842 223-227 
 
 The Christian Ministry 843-860 227-231 
 
 Baptism 861-871 231-233 
 
 Confession of Faith 872-880 234-235 
 
 The Lord's Supper 881-910 236-242 
 
 The Communion of Saints 911-930 242-247 
 
 The Lord's Day and Worship 931-1031 248-271 
 
 Dedicating Places of Worship 1032-1037 272, 273 
 
 Christian Work 1038-1057 273-277 
 
 Thy Kingdom Come 1 0515-1 141 278-297 
 
 For Those at Sea . .' 1 142-1 14 8 297-299 
 
 Festivals and Fasts 1149-1167 299-304 
 
 Family Worship 1 168-1249 304-324 
 
 Times and Seasons 1250-1263 324-327 
 
 Life and Death 1264-1336 328-346 
 
 Judgment and Eternity 1337-1364 347 - 353 
 
 Heaven 1365-1416 353~3 6 8 
 
 doxologies 369, 370 
 
 Chants 37 1-381 
 
 Index of Scripture Texts 383-384 
 
 Index of Subjects 385-395 
 
 Index of First Lines 396-410 
 
 Index of First Lines of Chants 410 
 
 Index of Authors of Hymns 41 1-414 
 
OPENING CHANT, 
 
 The Lord's Prayer 
 Matt. vL 9 — 13. 
 
 OUR Father, who | art in | heaven, || Hallowed | be — | Thy — | name. 
 
 Thy I kingdom | come. || Thy will be done on earth, | as it J is in ] heaven. 
 
 Give us this day our | daily | bread. || And forgive us our debts, as | we for- ] give our I 
 debtors. 
 
 And lead us not | into" 'temp- | tation, [] But de- | liver | us from | evil: 
 
 For Thine is the kingdom, and the | power, --and the | glory, || For- | ever. |- A — j 
 
 men. 
 
ymns and Songs of Praise, 
 
 GOD. 
 
 'Praise Him, all ye pecp^." 
 Ps. cxvii. i. Rom. xv. n. 
 
 P. M. 
 
 i Rejoice to-day with one accord, 
 Sing out with exultation ; 
 Rejoice and praise our mighty Lord, 
 Whose arm hath brought salvation; 
 His works of love proclaim 
 The greatness of His name; 
 For He is God alone 
 Who hath His mercy shewn; 
 Let all His saints adore Him. 
 
 2 When in distress to Him we cried, 
 
 He heard our sad complaining; 
 
 trust in Him, whate'er betide, 
 His love is all-sustaining; 
 
 Triumphant songs of praise 
 To Him our hearts shall raise; 
 Now every voice shall say, 
 "O praise our God alway;" 
 Let all His saints adore Him. 
 
 3 Rejoice to day with one accord, 
 
 Sing out with exultation : 
 Rejoice and praise our mighty Lord, 
 Whose arm hath brought salvation; 
 His works of love proclaim 
 The greatness of His name ; 
 For He is God alone 
 Who hath His mercy shewn; 
 Let all His saints adore Him. 
 
 e Rev. Sir Henry Williams Baker. (1S21 — ) 1861. 
 
 2 The Trinity invoked. 6, 4- 
 
 1 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 Jesus, our Lord, arise; 
 Scatter our enemies, 
 
 And make them fall • 
 Let Thine almighty aid 
 Our sure defence be made; 
 Our souls on Thee be stayed; 
 
 Lord, hear our call. 
 
 3 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. 
 
 4 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. 
 
 5 To the great One and Three 
 Eternal praises be 
 
 Hence evermore. 
 His sovereign majesty 
 May we in glory see, 
 And to eternity 
 
 Love and adore. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708— 17SS.) 1757. 
 
"Let there It light" 6, 4. 
 
 Gen. i. 3. 2 Cor. -iv. 6. 
 
 1 THOU, whose almighty Word 
 Chaos and darkness heard, 
 
 And took their flight; 
 Hear us, we humbly pray, 
 And where the Gospel's day 
 Sheds not its glorious ray, 
 
 "Let there be light." 
 
 2 Thou, who didst come to bring 
 On Thy redeeming wing 
 
 Healing and sight, 
 Health to the sick in mind, 
 Sight to the inly blind, 
 O, now to all mankind 
 
 " Let there be light." 
 
 3 Spirit of truth and love, 
 Life-giving, holy Dove, 
 
 Speed forth Thy flight : 
 Move o'er the water's face, 
 Bearing the lamp of grace, 
 And in earth's darkest place 
 
 t; Let there be light." 
 
 ,4 Blessed and Holy Three, 
 Glorious Trinity, 
 
 Wisdom, Love, Might; 
 Boundless as ocean's tide, 
 Rolling in fullest pride, 
 Through the world, far and wide, 
 " Let there be light." 
 
 Rev. John Marriott. (1780 — 1825.) 1813. 
 
 4" God praised for His goodness and Truth." L. P. M. 
 Ps. cxlvi. 
 
 I I'll praise my Maker with my 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. 
 
 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind; 
 The Lord supports the sinking mind ; 
 
 He sends the laboring conscience peace ; 
 He helps the stranger in distress, 
 The widow and the fatherless, 
 
 And grants the prisoner sweet release. 
 
 4 I'll 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. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. {1674 — 174S.) 1719. ab. 
 
 "Te Deum Laudamus." L. M. 
 
 1 Thee we adore, eternal Lord, 
 
 W T e praise Thy name with one accord ; 
 Thy saints, who here Thy goodness see, 
 Through all the world do worship Thee. 
 
 2 To Thee aloud all angels cry, 
 
 The heavens and all the powers on high. 
 Thee, Holy, holy, holy King, 
 Lord God of Hosts, they ever sing. 
 
 3 The apostles join the glorious throng: 
 The prophets swell the immortal song; 
 The martyr's noble army raise 
 Eternal anthems to Thy praise. 
 
 4 From day to day, O Lord, do we 
 Highly exalt and honor Thee : 
 Thy name we worship and adore, 
 World without end, for evermore. 
 
 5 Vouchsafe, O Lord, we humbly pray, 
 To keep us safe from sin this day : 
 Have mercy, Lord, we trust in Thee; 
 O let us ne'er confounded be. 
 
 Moravian Collection. 1754. ah. and nit. 
 Rev. Thomas Cotterill. (1779 — 1823.) 1810. 
 
 2 Happy the man whose hopes rely 
 
 On Israel's God: He made the sky, I" T; " Trinity Adored. 
 
 And earth, and seas, with all their train ; i O Holy, holy, holy Lord, 
 
 6 
 
 His truth forever stands secure ; 
 He saves the opprest, He feeds the poor, 
 And none shall find Hu promise vain. 
 
 Bright in Thy deeds and in Thy name, 
 For ever be Thy name adored, 
 Thy glories let the world proclaim. 
 
GOD, 
 
 2 O Jesus, Lamb once crucified 
 To take our load of sins away, 
 
 Thine be the hymn that rolls its tide 
 Along the realms of upper day. 
 
 3 O Holy Spirit from above, 
 In streams of light and glory given, 
 
 Thou source of ecstacy and love, 
 
 Thy praises ring through earth and heaven. 
 
 4 O God Triune, to Thee we owe 
 Our every thought, our even' song; 
 
 And ever may Thy praises flow 
 
 From saint and seraph's burning tongue. 
 
 Rev. James Wallis Eastbum (1797 — 1819.) iSig. 
 / God with us, and in us. L. M. 
 
 1 Eternal Father, when to Thee, 
 Beyond all worlds, by faith I soar, 
 
 Before Thy boundless majesty 
 I stand in silence, and adore. 
 
 2 But, Saviour, Thou art by my side: 
 Thy voice I hear, Thy face I see, 
 
 Thou art my friend, my daily guide ; 
 God over all, yet God with me. 
 
 3 And Thou, Great Spirit, in my heart 
 Dost make Thy temple day by day : 
 
 The Holy Ghost of God Thou art, 
 Yet dwellest in this house of clay. 
 
 4 Blest Trinity, in Whom alone 
 All things created move or rest, 
 
 High in the heavens Thou hast Thy throne. 
 Thou hast Thy throne within my breast. 
 
 Rev. Hervey Doddridge Ganse. (1S22 — ) 1872. 
 
 Q 
 
 The Trinity humbly worshipped. L. M. 
 
 1 Father of heaven, whose love profound 
 A ransom for our souls hath found, 
 Before Thy throne we sinners bend : 
 To us Thy pardoning love extend. 
 
 2 Almighty Son, incarnate Word, 
 Our Prophet, Priest, Redeemer, Lord, 
 Before Thy throne we sinners bend : 
 To us Thy saving grace extend. 
 
 3 Eternal Spirit, by whose breath 
 The soul is raised from sin and death, 
 Before Thy throne we sinners bend : 
 To us Thy quickening power extend. 
 
 4 Jehovah, — Father, Spirit, Son, — 
 Mysterious Godhead, Three in One, 
 Before Thy throne we sinners bend : 
 Grace, pardon, life, to us extend. 
 
 John Cooper. 1C10. 
 ,V Praise _for Salvation, L. M. 
 
 ;i PRAISES to Him whose love has given. 
 In Christ, His Son, the Life of Heaven; 
 Who for our darkness gives us light, 
 
 And turns to day our deepest night. 
 
 * 
 
 2 Praises to Him, in grace who came. 
 To bear our woe, and sin, and shame ; 
 Who lived to die, who died to rise, 
 The God-accepted sacrifice. 
 
 3 Praises to Him the chain who broke, 
 Opened the prison, burst the yoke, 
 Sent forth its captives glad and free, 
 Heirs of an endless liberty. 
 
 4 Praises to Him who sheds abroad 
 Within our hearts the love of God; 
 The Spirit of all truth and peace, 
 Fountain of joy and holiness ! 
 
 To Father, Son, and Spirit now 
 The hands we lift, the knees we bow; 
 To Thee, Jehovah, thus we raise 
 The sinner's endless song of praise. 
 
 Rev. Horatius Bonar. (1808 — ) 1S61. ab. and alt 
 ■'■'"' " O luce que? tud Itttes." L. M. 
 
 i BLEST Trinitv, from mortal sitrht 
 Veiled in Thine own eternal Light, 
 We Thee confess, in Thee believe, 
 To Thee with loving hearts we cleave. 
 
 1 2 O Father, Thou most Holy One! 
 O God of God, Eternal Son ! 
 O Holy Ghost, Thou Love divine ! 
 To join them Both is ever Thine. 
 
 3 The Father is in God the Son, 
 And with the Father He is One : 
 In Both the Spirit doth abide, 
 And with them Both is glorified. 
 
 4 Such as the Father, such the Son, 
 And such the Spirit, Three in One: 
 The Three one perfect Verity, 
 The Three one perfect Charity. 
 
10 
 
 GOD. 
 
 5 Eternal Father, Thee we praise ; 
 
 To Thee, O Son, our hymns we raise ; 
 O Holy Ghost, we Thee adore : 
 One mighty God for evermore. 
 
 Santolius Maglorianus. (1624 — 1684.) 
 Tr. by Rev. Sir Henry Williams Baker. (1821 — ) 1861 
 
 7. D. 
 
 ■*•■'■ "Tc Deum'laudanius." 
 
 i God eternal, Lord of all. 
 Lowly at Thy feet we fall, 
 All the earth doth worship Thee; 
 We amidst the throng would be. 
 All the holy angels cry, 
 Hail, thrice holy, God most High ! 
 Lord of all the heavenly powers, 
 Be the same loud anthem ours. 
 
 2 Glorified apostles raise 
 
 Night and day continual praise; 
 Hast Thou not a mission too 
 For Thy children here to do ? 
 With Thy prophets' goodly line 
 We in mystic bond combine ; 
 For Thou hast to babes revealed 
 Things that to the wise were sealed. 
 
 3 Martyrs in a noble host, 
 
 Of Thy cross are heard to boast; 
 Since so bright the crown they wear, 
 Early we Thy cross would bear. 
 Offspring of a Virgin's womb; 
 Slain, and victor o'er the tomb; 
 Seated on the Judgment-throne, 
 Number us among Thine own. 
 
 Rev. James Elwin Millard. 1848. ab. 
 
 Sing we hero, with glad accord. 
 Holy, holy, holy Lord ! 
 
 3 Holy, holy, holy ! All 
 
 Heaven's triumphant choir shall sing, 
 When the ransomed nations fall 
 
 At the footstool of their King: 
 Then shall saints and seraphim, 
 
 Hearts and voices, swell one hymn, 
 Round the throne with full accord, 
 Holy, holy, holy Lord ! 
 
 James Montgomery. (1771 — 1S54.) 1836, 1853. 
 13 "Glory be to God alone. " 7 • ' > 
 
 1 FROM the vast and veiled throng, 
 
 Round the Father's heavenly throne, 
 Swells the everlasting song: 
 
 Glory be to God alone ! 
 Round ImmanuePs cross of pain 
 
 Mortal men, in tribes unknown, 
 Sing to Him who once was slain : 
 
 Glory be to God alone ! 
 
 2 Blend, ye raptured songs, in one, 
 
 Men redeemed, your Father own , 
 Angels, worship ye the Son : 
 
 Glory be to God alone ! 
 Spirit, 'tis within Thy light, 
 
 Streaming far from cross and throne, 
 Earth and heaven their songs unite : 
 
 Glory be to God alone ! 
 
 Rev. Hervey Doddridge Ganse. (1822 — ) 1872. 
 
 7. 61 
 
 12 
 
 Thrice Holy. 
 Is. vi. 3. 
 
 7. D. 
 
 i HoLV, holy, holy Lord 
 
 God of hosts! when heaven and earth, 
 Out of darkness, at Thy word, 
 
 Issued into glorious birth, 
 All Thy works before Thee stood, 
 And Thine eye beheld them good, 
 While They sang with sweet accord, 
 Holy, holy, holy Lord ! 
 
 2 Holy, holy, holy ! Thee, 
 
 One Jehovah evermore, 
 Father, Son, and Spirit, we, 
 
 Dust and ashes, would adore ; 
 Lightly by the world esteemed, 
 From that world by Thee redeemed, 
 
 *■ 4 " Singing c-.'c>-lastingly. ' ' 
 
 1 HOLY, holy, holy Lord, 
 
 God of Hosts, Eternal King, 
 By the heavens and earth adored ; 
 
 Angels and Archangels sing, 
 Chanting everlastingly, 
 
 To the Blessed Trinity. 
 
 2 Since by Thee were all things made, 
 
 And in Thee do all things live, 
 Be to Thee all honor paid ; 
 
 Praise to Thee let all things give, 
 Singing everlastingly 
 
 To the Blessed Trinity. 
 
 3 Thousands, tens of thousands, stand, 
 
 Spirits blest, before the throne, 
 Speeding thence at Thy command. 
 
 And, when Thy commands are done, 
 Singing everlastingly 
 
 To the Blessed Trinity. 
 
 
GOD, 
 
 II 
 
 4 Cherubim and Seraphim 
 
 Veil their faces with their wings ; 
 Eyes of angels are too dim 
 
 To behold the King of kings, 
 While they sing eternally 
 To the Blessed Trinity. 
 
 5 Thee apostles, prophets Thee, 
 
 Thee the noble martyr band, 
 Praise with solemn jubilee, 
 
 Thee, the Church in every land, 
 Singing everlastingly 
 
 To the Blessed Trinity. 
 
 6 Hallelujah ! Lord, to Thee, 
 
 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost; 
 Godhead One, and Persons Three; 
 
 Join us with the heavenly host, 
 Singing everlastingly 
 
 To the Blessed Trinity. 
 
 Bp. Christopher Wordsworth. (1807 — ) 1862- ab. 
 
 Thrice Holy. 
 Is. vi. 1 — 3. John xii. 41. 
 
 8,7- 
 
 16 
 
 Glory to God. 
 1 Tim. i. 17. 
 
 8,7- 
 
 15 
 
 i Round the Lord in glory seated 
 Cherubim and seraphim 
 Filled His temple, and repeated 
 Each to each th' alternate hymn. 
 
 2 " Lord, Thy glory fills the heaven, 
 
 " Earth is with its fulness stored ; 
 "Unto Thee be glory given, 
 "Holy, holy, holy Lord !" 
 
 3 Heaven is still with glory ringing; 
 
 Earth takes up the angel's cry, 
 " Holy, holy, holy," singing, 
 
 "Lord of Hosts, the Lord most High." 
 
 4 With His seraph train before Him, 
 
 With His holy Church below, 
 
 Thus conspire we to adore Him, 
 
 Bid we thus our anthem flow : 
 
 5 " Lord, Thy glory fills the heaven, 
 
 Earth is with its fulness stored : 
 Unto Thee be glory given, 
 Holy, holy, holy Lord!" 
 
 6 Thus Thy glorious name confessing, 
 
 We adopt the angels' cry, 
 Holy, holy, holy ! blessing 
 
 Thee the Lord of Hosts most High. 
 
 Bp. Richard Mant. (1776— 1848.) 1837. ab. 
 
 1 Glory be to God the Father, 
 
 Glory be to God the Son, 
 Glory be to God the Spirit, 
 Great Jehovah, Three in One: 
 
 Glory, glory, glory, glory, 
 While eternal ages run ! 
 
 2 Glory be to Him who loved us, 
 
 Washed us from each spot and stain; 
 Glory be to Him who bought us, 
 Made us kings with Him to reign : 
 
 Glory, glory, glory, glory, 
 To the Lamb that once was slain 1 
 
 5 Glory to the King of angels, 
 Glory to the Church's King, 
 Glory to the King of nations, 
 
 Heaven and earth, your praises bring: 
 
 Glory, glory, glory, glory, 
 To the King of glory bring ! 
 
 4 Glory, blessing, praise eternal ! 
 Thus the choir of angels sings; 
 Honor, riches, power, dominion ! 
 Thus its praise creation brings: 
 
 Glory, glory, glory, glory, 
 Glory to the King of kings ! 
 
 Rev. Horatius Bonar. (1808—) iS66. 
 I 7 "Holy, holy, holy Lord." 8,7. 
 
 1 FATHER, Thine Elect who lovest 
 
 With an everlasting love; 
 Saviour, who the bar removest 
 
 From the holy home above ; 
 Spirit, daily meetness bringing 
 
 For the glory there upstored; 
 List to Thy glad people singing, 
 
 "Holy, holy, holy Lord!" 
 
 2 Lord, with sin-bound souls Thou bearest, 
 
 Struggling towards this strain divine ; 
 Glad on mortal lips Thou hearest 
 
 That thrice awful name of Thine. 
 But Thou listenest, O how sweetly ! 
 
 W T hen from holy lips outpoured, 
 Rings through heaven this strain full meetly, 
 
 "Holy, holy, holy Lord!" 
 
 3 Shall we, Lord, meet voices never 
 
 Bring to that eternal hymn ? 
 
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 GOD. 
 
 Hallow us to help the endeavor 
 Of Thy pure-lipped Seraphim : 
 
 Hark! their own high strain we bring Thee: 
 Listen to the full accord ! 
 
 Sweet the song we ever sing Thee, 
 " Holy, holy, holy Lord !" 
 
 Thomas Homblower Gill. (1819 — ) i860, ab. 
 
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 Prayer for Guidance. 
 Numbers x. 33. 
 
 8,7- 
 
 i Lead us, heavenly Father, lead us 
 O'er the world's tempestuous sea; 
 Guard us, guide us, keep us, feed us, 
 For we have no help but Thee ; 
 
 || : Yet possessing every blessing, 
 If our God our Father be. :|| 
 
 2 Saviour, breathe forgiveness o'er us ; 
 
 All our weakness Thou dost know ; 
 Thou didst tread this earth before us ; 
 Thou didst feel its keenest woe ; 
 || : Lone and dreary, faint and weary, 
 
 Through the desert Thou didst go. : || 
 
 3 Spirit of our God, descending, 
 
 Fill our hearts with heavenly joy, 
 Love with every passion blending, 
 Pleasure that can never cloy ; 
 || : Thus provided, pardoned, guided, 
 Nothing can our peace destroy. : || 
 
 James Edmeston. (1791 — 1867.) 1820. 
 
 •t r\ "Most Hidden and Most Manifest." L. M. 
 
 *• y Ex. xxxiii. 20. 
 
 i What secret place, what distant star 
 Is like, dread Lord, to Thine abode? 
 Why dwellest Thou from us so far ? 
 We yearn for Thee, Thou hidden God. 
 
 2 The glory no man may abide 
 
 Doth visit us, a gracious Guest ; 
 Thou whom ''excess of light" doth hide 
 Here shinest sweetly manifest. 
 
 3 But sweetest, Lord, dost Thou appear 
 
 In the dear Saviour's smiling face : 
 The Heavenly Majesty draws near 
 And offers us its soft embrace. 
 
 4 To us vain searchers after God, 
 
 To us the Holy Ghost doth come ; 
 From us Thou hidest Thine abode; 
 
 But Thou wilt make our souls Thy home. 
 
 5 O Glory that no eye may bear ! 
 
 O Presence bright, oursouls'sweetGuest! 
 
 farthest off, O ever near ! 
 
 Most Hidden and Most Manifest ! 
 
 Thomas Homblower Gill. 1S60. ab. 
 20 Praise to the Trinity. L. M. 
 
 1 Blest be the Father and His love, 
 To whose celestial source we owe 
 
 Rivers of endless joy above, 
 
 And rills of comfort here below. 
 
 2 Glory to Thee, great Son of God, 
 From whose dear wounded body rolls 
 
 A precious stream of vital blood, 
 Pardon and life for dying souls. 
 
 3 We give Thee, Sacred Spirit, praise, 
 Who, in our hearts of sin and woe, 
 
 Mak'st living springs of grace arise, 
 And into boundless glory flow. 
 
 4 Thus God the Father, God the Son, 
 And God the Spirit, we adore : 
 
 That sea of life and love unknown, 
 Without a bottom or a shore. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1709. 
 
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 God unsearchable. L. M. 
 
 Job xi. 7. 
 
 1 GOD is the name my soul adores, 
 Th' almighty Three, th' eternal One: 
 
 Nature and grace, with all their powers, 
 Confess the Infinite Unknown. 
 
 2 Thy voice produced the seas and spheres. 
 Bade the waves roar, and planets shine ; 
 
 But nothing like Thyself appears 
 
 Through all these spacious works of Thine. 
 
 3 Still restless nature dies and grows; 
 From change to change the creatures run; 
 
 Thy being no succession knows, 
 And all Thy vast design* are one. 
 
 4 A glance of Thine runs through the globes. 
 Rules the bright world, and moves their frame : 
 Broad sheets of light compose Thy robes, 
 
 Thy guards are formed of living flame. 
 
 5 Who can behold the blazing light? 
 Who can approach consuming flame? 
 
 None but Thy Wisdom knows Thv might, 
 None but Thy Word can speak Thy name. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1709. ab. 
 
GOD. 
 
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 22 "Meet and right." 7. 6 - 
 
 1 Meet and right it is to sing, 
 
 In every time and place, 
 Glory to our Heavenly King, 
 
 The God of truth and grace; 
 Join we then with sweet accord, 
 
 All in one thanksgiving join : 
 Holy, holy, holy Lord, 
 
 Eternal praise be Thine. 
 
 2 Thee, the first-born sons of light, 
 
 In choral symphonies, 
 Praise by day, day without night, 
 
 And never, never cease. 
 Angels and archangels, all 
 
 Praise the mystic Three in One 
 Sing, and stop, and gaze, and fall, 
 
 Overwhelmed before Thy throne. 
 
 3 Vying with that happy choir 
 
 Who chant Thy praise above, 
 We on eagles' wings aspire, 
 
 The wings of faith and love : 
 Thee they sing with glory crowned, 
 
 We extol the slaughtered Lamb; 
 Lower if our voices sound 
 
 Our theme is still the same. 
 
 4 Father, God, Thy love we praise, 
 
 Which gave Thy Son to die; 
 Jesus, full of truth and grace, 
 
 Alike we glorify ; 
 Spirit, Comforter divine, 
 
 Praise by all to Thee be given, 
 Till we in full chorus join, 
 
 And earth is turned to heaven. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708 — 17S8.) 1749. ab. and alt 
 
 ^3 
 
 "Praise ye the Lord." 
 Ps. cl. 
 
 7,6. 
 
 i Praise the Lord, who reigns above, 
 And keeps His courts below ; 
 Praise the holy God of love, 
 
 And all His greatness show ; 
 Praise Him for His noble deeds, 
 
 Praise Him for His matchless power 
 Him, from whom all good proceeds, 
 Let earth and heaven adore. 
 2 Publish, spread, to all around 
 The grcit Jehovah's name; 
 Let the trumpet's martial sound 
 The Lord of Hosts proclaim; 
 2 
 
 Praise Him, every tuneful string, 
 
 All the reach of heavenly art; 
 All the power of music bring, 
 
 The music of the heart. 
 3 Him, in whom they move and live, 
 
 Let every creature sing; 
 Glory to their Maker give, 
 
 And homage to their King : 
 Hallowed be His name beneath, 
 
 As in heaven on earth adored; 
 Praise the Lord in every breath ; 
 
 Let all things praise the Lord. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. 1743. ab. 
 "*T " Te Dctim laudamus." C. M 
 
 1 O God, 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 O holy, holy, holy Lord, 
 
 Whom heavenly hosts obey, 
 The world is with the glory filled 
 Of Thy majestic sway. 
 
 4 The apostles' glorious company, 
 
 And prophets crowned with light, 
 With all the martyrs' noble host, 
 Thy constant praise recite. 
 
 5 The holy church throughout the world, 
 
 O Lord, confesses Thee, 
 That Thou eternal Father art, 
 Of boundless majesty. 
 
 6 Thy honored, true, and only Son, 
 
 And Holy Ghost, the spring 
 Of never ceasing joy, O Christ, 
 Of glory Thou art King. 
 
 Tate and Brady's Supplement. 1703. ab. 
 ^O " Gloria in excelsis." C. M. 
 
 1 To God be glory, peace on earth, 
 
 To all mankind good will; 
 We bless, we praise, we worship Thee, 
 And glorify Thee still ; 
 
 2 And thanks for Thy great glory give, 
 
 That fills our souls with light; 
 O Lord God, heavenly King, the God 
 And Father of all might : 
 
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 GOD, 
 
 3 And Thou, begotten Son of God, 
 
 Before all time begun; 
 O Jesus Christ, God, Lamb of God, 
 The Father's only Son: 
 
 4 Have mercy, Thou that tak'st the sins 
 
 Of all the world away ; 
 Have mercy, Saviour of mankind, 
 And hear us when we pray. 
 
 5 O Thou, who sitt'st at God's right hand, 
 
 Upon the Father's throne, 
 Have mercy on us, Thou, O Christ, 
 Who art the Holy One ! 
 
 6 Thou Lord, who with the Holy Ghost, 
 
 Whom earth and heaven adore, 
 In glory of the Father art 
 Most high for evermore. 
 
 Tate and Brady's Supplement. 1703. 
 
 i O Unity of Threefold Light, 
 Send out Thy loveliest ray, 
 And scatter our transgressions' night 
 And turn it into day. 
 
 2 Make us those temples pure and fair 
 
 Thy glory loveth well, 
 The spotless tabernacles where 
 Thou may'st vouchsafe to dwell. 
 
 3 The glorious hosts of peerless might 
 
 That ever see Thy Face, 
 Thou mak'st the mirrors of Thy light, 
 The vessels of Thy grace. 
 
 4 Thou, when their wondrous" strain they 
 
 weave, 
 Hast pleasure in the lay : 
 Deign now our praises to receive 
 Albeit from lips of clay. 
 
 5 And yet Thyself they cannot know, 
 
 Nor pierce the veil of light 
 That hides Thee from the thrones below, 
 As in profoundest night. 
 
 6 How then can mortal accents frame 
 
 Due tribute to their King? 
 Thou, only, while we praise Thy Name, 
 Forgive us as we sing. 
 
 Metrophanes of Smyrna. ( — 910) 
 Tr. by Rev. John Mason Neale. (1818— 1866.) 1862. 
 
 r\>-t "From Everlasting to Everlasting." 
 
 *• i Ps. xc. 2 
 
 1 Have mercy on us, God most High, 
 
 Who lift our hearts to Thee, 
 Have mercy on us worms of earth, 
 Most Holy Trinity. 
 
 2 Most ancient of all mysteries, 
 
 Before Thy Throne we lie ; 
 Have mercy now, most merciful, 
 Most Holy Trinity. 
 
 3 When heaven and earth were yet unmade, 
 
 When time was yet unknown, 
 Thou, in Thy bliss and majesty, 
 Didst live and love alone. 
 
 4 Thou wert not born ; there was no fount 
 
 From which Thy being flowed ; 
 There is no end which Thou can'st reach, 
 But Thou art simply God. 
 
 5 How wonderful creation is. 
 
 The work that Thou did'st biess ; 
 And O, what then must Thou be like, 
 Eternal Loveliness? 
 
 6 Most ancient of all mysteries, 
 
 Still at Thy Throne we lie ; 
 Have mercy now, most merciful, 
 Most Holy Trinity. 
 
 Rev. Frederick William Faber. (1814 — 1863.) 1849. ab. 
 
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 Praise for Creation and Redemption. 
 Ps. c. 3. Rev. v. 9. 
 
 1 Let them neglect Thy glory, Lord, 
 
 Who never knew Thy grace ; 
 But our loud songs shall still record 
 The wonders of Thy praise. 
 
 2 We raise our shouts, O God, to Thee, 
 
 And send them to Thy throne ; 
 All glory to th' united Three, 
 The Undivided One. 
 
 3 'T was He, and we'll adore His name, 
 
 That formed us by a word ; 
 'T is He restores our ruined frame : 
 Salvation to the Lord. 
 
 4 Hosanna, let the earth and skies 
 Repeat the joyful sound ; 
 
 Rocks, hills, and vales, reflect the voice 
 In one eternal round. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1709. 
 
GOD. 
 
 J 5 
 
 29 A Latin Hymn to the Trinity. 7- 
 
 1 FATHER, who didst fashion me 
 Image of Thyself to be, 
 
 Fill me with Thy love divine, 
 Let my every thought be Thine. 
 
 2 Holy Jesus, may I be 
 
 Dead and buried here with Thee; 
 And, by love inflamed, arise 
 Unto Thee a sacrifice. 
 
 3 Thou who dost all gifts impart, 
 Shine, sweet Spirit, in my heart; 
 Best of gifts, Thyself, bestow; 
 Make me burn Thy love to know. 
 
 4 God, the blessed Three in One, 
 Dwell within my heart alone ; 
 Thou dost give Thyself to me, 
 May I give myself to Thee. 
 
 Le Mans Breviary. 
 Tr. by Rev Sir Henry Williams Baker. (1821 — ) i860. 
 
 «J" God Incarnate. 7- 
 
 i Praise to God who reigns above, 
 Binding earth and heaven in love ; 
 All the armies of the sky 
 Worship His dread sovereignty. 
 
 2 Seraphim His praises sing, 
 Cherubim on fourfold wing, 
 Thrones, dominions, princes, powers, 
 Ranks of might that never cowers. 
 
 3 Angel hosts His word fulfil, 
 Ruling nature by His will ; 
 Round His throne archangels pour 
 Songs of praise for evermore. 
 
 4 Yet on man they joy to wait, 
 All that bright celestial state, 
 For true man their Lord they see, 
 Christ, th' incarnate Deity. 
 
 5 On the throne our Lord, who died, 
 Sits in manhood glorified ; 
 Where His people faint below, 
 Angels count it joy to go. 
 
 6 O the depths of joy divine, 
 Thrilling through those orders nine, 
 When the lost are found again, 
 When the banished come to reign. 
 
 7 Now in faith, in hope, in love, 
 We will join the choirs above, 
 Praising, with the heavenly host, 
 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 
 
 Rev. Richard Meux Benson. 1S61. 
 
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 Prayer to the Trinity. 7 
 
 i Father, at Thy footstool see 
 Those who now are one in Thee : 
 Draw us by Thy grace alone ; 
 Give, O give us to Thy Son. 
 
 2 Jesus, Friend of human kind, 
 Let us in Thy name be joined ; 
 Each to each unite and bless ; 
 Keep us still in perfect peace. 
 
 3 Heavenly, all-alluring Dove, 
 Shed Thine overshadowing love, 
 Love, the sealing grace, impart, 
 Dwell within our single heart. 
 
 4 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
 Be to us what Adam lost : 
 Let us in Thine image rise ; 
 Give us back our Paradise. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708— 178S.) 1740. ab. and si. alt. 
 O The Trinity adored. ?• 
 
 1 HOLY, holy, holy Lord, 
 
 God the Father, and the Word, 
 God the Comforter, receive 
 Blessing more than earth can give. 
 
 2 Mixed with those beyond the sky, 
 Chanters to the Lord Most High, 
 We our hearts and voices raise, 
 Echoing Thine eternal praise. 
 
 3 Happy they who never rest, 
 With Thy heavenly presence blest : 
 They the heights of glory see, 
 Sound the depths of Deity. 
 
 4 Fain with them our souls would vie ; 
 Sink as low, and mount as high ; 
 Fall o'envhelmed with love, or soar ; 
 Shout, or silently adore. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. 1767. ab. 
 
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 GOD. 
 
 33 A U Things present to God. 7- 
 
 i Mighty God, the First, the Last, 
 What are ages in Thy sight 
 But as yesterday when past, 
 Or a watch within the night ? 
 
 2 All that being ever knew, 
 
 Down, far down, ere time had birth, 
 Stands as clear within Thy view 
 As the present things of earth. 
 
 3 All that being e'er shall know, 
 
 On, still on, through farthest years, 
 All eternity can show, 
 
 Bright before Thee now appears. 
 
 4 In Thine all-embracing sight, 
 
 Every change its purpose meets, 
 Every cloud floats into light, 
 Every woe its glory greets. 
 
 5 Whatsoe'er our lot may be, 
 
 Calmly in this thought we'll rest, — 
 Could we see as Thou dost see, 
 We should choose it as the best. 
 
 Mrs. Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. (1810 — 1865.) 
 34 " Round the Throne." 7- 
 
 i Now with angels round the throne, 
 Cherubim and Seraphim, 
 And the Church which still is one, 
 Let us swell the solemn hymn : 
 Glory to the great I Am ! 
 Glory to the Victim Lamb! 
 
 2 Blessing, honor, glory, might, 
 
 And dominion infinite, 
 
 To the Father of our Lord, 
 
 To the Spirit and the Word; 
 As it was all worlds before, 
 Is, and shall be evermore. 
 
 Josiah Conder. (1789 — 1855.) 1824. 
 
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 Thanks and Praise. 
 Ps. cvii ; cxvii. 
 
 1 Thank and praise Jehovah's name, 
 For His mercies, firm and sure : 
 
 From eternity the same, 
 To eternity endure, 
 
 2 Let the ransomed thus rejoice, 
 
 Gathered out of every land; 
 As the people of His choice, 
 
 Plucked from the destroyer's hand. 
 
 3 Praise Him, ye who know His love, 
 
 Praise Him from the depths beneath; 
 Praise Him in the heights above ; 
 Praise your Maker, all that breathe. 
 
 4 For His truth and mercy stand, 
 
 Past, and present, and to be, 
 Like the years of His right hand, 
 Like His own eternity. 
 
 James Montgomery. (1771 — 1854.) 1822. ab. 
 
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 "Take my Heart." 7< 
 
 1 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 Vilest of the fallen race, 
 
 Lo, I answer to Thy call ; 
 Meanest vessel of Thy grace, 
 
 Grace divinely free for all; 
 Lo, I come to do Thy will, 
 All Thy counsel to fulfil. 
 
 3 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. 
 
 4 Take my soul and body's powers, 
 
 Take my memory, mind and will, 
 All my goods, and all my hours, 
 
 All I know, and all I feel, 
 All I think, or speak, or do ; 
 Take my heart, but make it new. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. 1745. ab. 
 
GOD. 
 
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 37 
 
 Praise to the Trinity. 
 
 H. M. 
 
 1 I GIVE immortal praise 
 
 To God the Father's love, 
 For all my comforts here, 
 
 And better hopes above ; 
 He sent His own I To die for sins 
 Eternal Son | That man had done. 
 
 2 To God the Son belongs 
 
 Immortal glory too ; 
 Who bought us with His blood 
 
 From everlasting woe : 
 And now He lives, I And sees the fruit 
 And now He reigns, | Of all His pains. 
 
 3 To God the Spirit's name 
 
 Immortal worship give, 
 Whose new-creating power 
 
 Makes the dead sinner live : 
 His work completes I And fills the soul 
 The great design, | With joy divine. 
 
 4 Almighty God, to Thee 
 
 Be endless honors done, 
 The undivided Three, 
 
 And the mysterious One : 
 Where reason fails, There faith prevails, 
 With all her powers, | And love adores. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1709. 
 
 38 
 
 Praise to the Trinity. 
 
 H. M. 
 
 39 
 
 1 
 
 Praise to God jroiu all Creatures. 
 Ps cxlviii 
 
 H M. 
 
 1 TO Him that chose us first, 
 
 Before the world began ; 
 To Him that bore the curse 
 To save rebellious man ; 
 To Him that formed I Is endless praise 
 Our hearts anew, | And glory due. 
 
 2 The Father's love shall run 
 
 Through our immortal songs; 
 We bring to God the Son 
 
 Hosannas on our tongues : 
 Our lips address With equal praise, 
 
 The Spirit's name | And zeal the same, 
 
 3 Let every saint above, 
 
 And angels round the throne, 
 Forever bless and love 
 
 The sacred Three in One : 
 Thus heaven shall raise I When earth and time 
 His honors high, | Grow old and die. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1719 
 
 Ye boundless realms of joy, 
 
 Exalt your Maker's fame : 
 
 His praise your songs employ 
 
 Above the starry frame : 
 
 Your voices raise, I And seraphim, 
 
 Ye cherubim, To sing His praise. 
 
 Thou moon that rul'st the night, 
 And sun that guid'st the day, 
 Ye glit'ring stars of light, 
 To Him your homage pay : 
 His praise declare, I And clouds that move 
 Ye heavens above, | In liquid air. 
 
 3 Let them adore the Lord, 
 
 And praise His holy name, 
 By whose almighty word 
 
 They all from nothing came : 
 And all shall last, I His firm decree 
 
 From changes free; | Stands ever fast. 
 
 4 United zeal be shown, 
 
 His wondrous fame to raise, 
 Whose glorious name alone 
 
 Deserves our endless praise : 
 Earth's utmost ends I His glorious sway 
 His power obey; | The sky transcends. 
 
 Tate and Brady. 1696. ab. 
 
 Praise to God from all Creatures. 
 Ps. cxlviii. 
 
 H. M. 
 
 40 
 
 i Ye tribes of Adam, join 
 
 With heaven, and earth, and seas, 
 And offer notes divine 
 To your Creator's praise. 
 Ye holy throng In worlds of light, 
 
 Of angels bright, [ Begin the song. 
 
 2 The shining worlds above 
 
 In glorious order stand, 
 Or in swift courses move, 
 By His supreme command : 
 He spake the word, I From nothing came, 
 And all their frame | To praise the Lord. 
 
 3 He moved their mighty wheels 
 
 In unknown ages past, 
 And each His word fulfils, 
 
 While time and nature last : 
 In different ways j His wondrous name, 
 
 His works proclaim [And speak His praise. 
 
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 GOD. 
 
 4 Let all the nations fear 
 
 The God that rules above; 
 He brings His people near, 
 
 And makes them taste His love : 
 While earth and sky I His saints shall raise 
 Attempt His praise, | His honors high. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1719. ab. 
 
 41 
 
 ' The Lord reigneth. 
 Ps. xciii ; xcvii. 
 
 H. M. 
 
 i The Lord Jehovah reigns, 
 His throne is built on high ; 
 The garments He assumes 
 Are light and majesty : 
 His glories shine I No mortal eye 
 
 With beams so bright, | Can bear the sight. 
 
 2 The thunders of His hand 
 
 Keep the wide world in awe ; 
 His wrath and justice stand 
 
 To guard His holy law ; 
 And where His love I His truth confirms 
 Resolves to bless, | And seals the grace. 
 
 3 Through all His ancient works, 
 
 Surprising wisdom shines ; 
 Confounds the powers of hell, 
 
 And breaks their cursed designs : 
 Strong is His arm, I His great decrees, 
 And shall fulfil | His sovereign will. 
 
 4 And can this mighty King 
 
 Of glory condescend? 
 And will He write His name, 
 
 My Father and my Friend? 
 I love His name, I Join, all my powers, 
 I love His word ; | And praise the Lord. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1709. 
 
 God's Fidelity to His Promises. 
 Heb. x. it.. 
 
 H. M. 
 
 42 
 
 1 The promises I sing, 
 
 Which sovereign love hath spoke ; 
 Nor will the eternal King 
 
 His words of grace revoke : 
 They stand secure | Not Z ion's hill 
 
 And steadfast still ; | Abides so sure. 
 
 2 The mountains melt away. 
 
 When once the Judge appears, 
 And sun and moon decay, 
 That measure mortal years: 
 But still the same, I The promise shines 
 In radiant lines, | Through all the flame. 
 
 3 Their harmony shall sound 
 
 Through mine attentive ears, 
 When thunders cleave the ground, 
 And dissipate the spheres : 
 Midst all the shock j I stand serene, 
 Of that dread scene, | Thy word my rock. 
 
 Rev. Philip Doddridge. (1702 — 1751.) 1755- 
 
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 God our Preserver. 
 Ps. exxi. 
 
 H. M. 
 
 i Upward I lift mine eyes, 
 From God is all my aid; 
 The God that built the skies, 
 And earth and nature made : 
 God is the tower His grace is nigh 
 
 To which I fly; In every hour. 
 
 2 My feet shall never slide, 
 
 And fall in fatal snares, 
 Since God, my guard and guide, 
 
 Defends me from my fears : 
 Those wakeful eyes, I Shall Israel keep 
 That never sleep, When dangers rise. 
 
 3 No burning heats by day, 
 
 Nor blasts of evening air, 
 Shall take my health away, 
 
 If God be with me there: 
 Thou art my sun, ] To guard my hear 
 
 And Thou my shade, | By night or noon. 
 
 4 Hast Thou not given Thy word 
 
 To save my soul from death ? 
 And I can trust my Lord 
 
 To keep my mortal breath : 
 I'll go and come, I Till from on high 
 Nor fear to die, Thou call me home. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1719. 
 
 44 
 
 Safety in God. 
 
 Ps. -a. 
 
 H. M. 
 
 1 My trust is in the Lord ; 
 
 What foe can injure me? 
 Why bid me like a bird 
 
 Before the fowler flee? 
 The Lord is on His heavenly throne, 
 Omnipotent to save His own. 
 
 2 The wicked may assail, 
 
 The tempter sorely try, 
 All earth's foundations fail, 
 
 All nature's springs be dry; 
 Yet God is in His holy shrine, 
 And I am strong while He is mine. 
 
GOD. 
 
 *9 
 
 3 His flock to Him is dear, 
 
 He watches them from high ; 
 He sends them trials here 
 
 To fit them for the sky; 
 But safely will He tend and keep 
 The humblest, feeblest, of His sheep. 
 
 4 His foes a season here 
 
 May triumph and prevail; 
 But ah, the hour is near 
 
 When all their hopes must fail : 
 While like the sun His saints shall rise, 
 And shine with Him above the skies. 
 
 Rev. Henry Francis Lyte. (1793 — 1847.) 1834. 
 
 45 
 
 The awful Majesty of God. S. P. M. 
 Ps. xciii. 
 
 1 The Lord Jehovah reigns, 
 And royal state maintains, 
 
 His head with awful glories crowned: 
 Arrayed in robes of light, 
 Begirt with sovereign might, 
 
 And rays of majesty around. 
 
 2 Upheld by Thy commands, 
 The world securely stands, 
 
 And skies and stars obey Thy word : 
 Thy throne was fixed on high 
 Before the starry sky : 
 
 Eternal is Thy kingdom, Lord. 
 
 3 In vain the noisy crowd, 
 Like billows fierce and loud, 
 
 Against Thine empire rage and roar; 
 
 In vain with angry spite, 
 
 The surly nations fight, 
 And dash like waves against the shore. 
 
 4 Let floods and nations rage, 
 And all their powers engage; 
 
 Let swelling tides assault the sky : 
 The terrors of Thy frown 
 Shall beat their madness down ; 
 
 Thy throne for ever stands on high. 
 
 5 Thy promises are true, 
 Thy grace is ever new; 
 
 There fixed, Thy church shall ne'er remove 
 
 Thy saints with holy fear 
 
 Shall in Thy courts appear, 
 And sing Thine everlasting love. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1719. 
 
 1 fZ All People summoned to worship. L. M. 
 
 i All people that on earth do dwell, 
 
 Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice : 
 Him serve with fear, His praise forth tell, 
 Come ye before Him, and rejoice. 
 
 2 The Lord, ye know, is God indeed, 
 
 Without our aid He did us make: 
 We are His flock, He doth us feed, 
 And for His sheep He doth us take. 
 
 3 O enter then His gates with praise, 
 Approach with joy His courts unto: 
 
 Praise, laud, and bless His name always, 
 For it is seemly so to do. 
 
 4 For why? the Lord our God is good, 
 His mercy is forever sure : 
 
 His truth at all times firmly stood, 
 And shall from age to age endure. 
 
 Rev. William Kethe. 1561. 
 
 Cheerful Worship. 
 Ps. c. 
 
 47 
 
 1 With one consent, let all the earth, 
 
 To God their cheerful voices raise ; 
 •Glad homage pay with awful mirth. 
 And sing before Him songs of praise. 
 
 2 Convinced that He is God alone, 
 
 From whom both we and all proceed; 
 We, whom He chooses for His own. 
 The flock that He vouchsafes to feed. 
 
 3 O enter then His temple gate, 
 
 Thence to His courts devoutly press, 
 And still your grateful hymns repeat, 
 And still His name with praises bless. 
 
 4 For He's the Lord, supremely good, 
 His mercy is forever sure ; 
 
 His truth, which always firmly stood, 
 To endless ages shall endure. 
 
 Tate and Brady. 1696. 
 
 Grateful A deration. 
 Ps. c. 
 
 L. M.. 
 
 48 
 
 1 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 formed us men ; 
 
And when, like wand'ring sheep, we strayed, 
 He brought us to His fold again. 
 
 3 We are His people, we His care, 
 
 Our souls and all our mortal frame : 
 What lasting honors shall we rear, 
 Almighty Maker, to Thy name ? 
 
 4 We'll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs, 
 
 High as the heavens our voices raise; 
 And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, 
 Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise. 
 
 5 Wide as the world is Thy command, 
 
 Vast as eternity Thy love ; 
 Firm as a rock Thy truth must stand, 
 When rolling years shall cease to move. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1719. ab. and alt. 
 Rev. John Wesley. (1703 — 1791.) 1741. 
 
 The Majesty and Mercy of God. 
 Ps. lxviii. 
 
 49 
 
 1 Kingdoms and thrones to God belong; 
 Crown Him, ye nations, in your song; 
 His wondrous names and powers rehearse ; 
 His honors shall enrich your verse. 
 
 2 He shakes the heavens with loud alarms; 
 How terrible is God in arms ! 
 
 In Israel are His mercies known, 
 Israel is His peculiar throne. 
 
 3 Proclaim Him King, pronounce Him blest ; 
 He's your defence, your joy, your rest; 
 When terrors rise, and nations faint, 
 God is the strength of every saint. 
 
 • Rev. Isaac Watts. 1719. 
 
 Let heaven begin the solemn word, 
 And sound it dreadful down to hell. 
 
 2 High on a throne His glories dwell, 
 
 An awful throne of shining bliss : 
 Fly through the world, O sun, and tell 
 How dark thy beams compared to His. 
 
 3 Let clouds, and winds, and waves agree 
 
 To join their praise with blazing fire ; 
 Let the firm earth and rolling sea 
 In this eternal song conspire. 
 
 4 Wide as His vast dominion lies, 
 
 Make the Creator's name be known ; 
 Loud as His thunder, shout the praise, 
 And sound it lofty as His throne. 
 
 5 Speak of the wonders of that love, 
 
 Which Gabriel plays on every chord: 
 From all below and all above, 
 Loud hallelujahs to the Lord. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1719. ab. 
 
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 Praise from all Nations. 
 Ps. cxvii. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 50 
 
 1 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. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1719. 
 
 Universal Praise. 
 Ps. cxlviii. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 51 
 
 I LOUD hallelujahs to the Lord, 
 
 From distant worlds where creatures dwell; 
 
 Praise for Protection. Grace, and Truth. L. M. 
 Ps. lvii . 
 
 1 My God, in whom are all the springs 
 
 Of boundless love, and grace unknown. 
 Hide me beneath Thy spreading wings, 
 Till the dark cloud is overblown. 
 
 2 Up to the heavens I send my cry ; 
 
 The Lord will my desires perform : 
 He sends His angels from the sky. 
 
 And saves me from the threat'nirig storm. 
 
 3 High o'er the earth Thy mercy reigns, 
 
 And reaches to the utmost sky ; 
 His truth to endless years remains, 
 When lower worlds dissolve and die. 
 
 4 Be Thou exalted, O my God, 
 
 Above the heavens where angels dwell ; 
 Thy power on earth be known abroad, 
 And land to land Thy wonders tell. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1719. ab. 
 
 53 
 
 Praise from the whole Creation. 
 Ps. cxlviii. 
 
 8,7. 
 
 1 Praise the Lord, ye heavens, adore Him, 
 Praise Him, angels, in the height; 
 Sun and moon, rejoice before Him ; 
 Praise Him, all ye stars and light. 
 
GOD. 
 
 21 
 
 2 Praise the Lord, for He hath spoken ; 
 
 Worlds His mighty voice obeyed; 
 Laws which never shall be broken, 
 For their guidance He hath made. 
 
 3 Praise the Lord, for He is glorious ; 
 
 Never shall His promise fail; 
 God hath made His saints victorious; 
 Sin and death shall not prevail. 
 
 4 Praise the God of our salvation ; 
 
 Hosts on high, His power proclaim ; 
 Heaven and earth, and all creation, 
 Laud and magnify His name. 
 
 Rev. John Kempthorne. (1775 — 1838.) 1809. 
 
 ' God is Love. 
 1 John iv. 8. 
 
 54 
 
 1 God is love ; His mercy brightens 
 
 All the path in which we rove ; 
 Bliss He wakes, and woe He lightens : 
 God is wisdom, God is love. 
 
 2 Chance and change are busy ever; 
 
 Man decays, and ages move; 
 But His mercy waneth never: 
 God is wisdom, God is love. 
 
 3 E'en the hour that darkest seemeth 
 
 Will His changeless goodness prove; 
 From the mist His brightness streameth : 
 God is wisdom, God is love. 
 
 4 He with earthly cares entwineth 
 
 Hope and comfort from above; 
 Everywhere His glory shineth : 
 God is wisdom, God is love. 
 
 Sir John Bowring. (1792 — 1872.) 1825. 
 
 Praise on Earth and in Heaven. 
 Rev. iv. 11. 
 
 55 
 
 1 Praise to Thee, Thou great Creator, 
 
 Praise be Thine from every tongue ; 
 Join, my soul, with every creature, 
 Join the universal song. 
 
 2 Father, Source of all compassion, 
 
 Pure unbounded grace is Thine : 
 Hail the God of our salvation, 
 Praise Him for His love divine. 
 
 8,7. 
 
 4 Joyfully on earth adore Him, 
 
 Till in Heaven our song we raise : 
 There, enraptured fall before Him, 
 Lost in wonder, love, and praise. 
 
 Rev. John Fawcett. (1739 — 1817.) 1767.) alt. 
 
 The Majesty and Merey 0/ God. 
 Ps. civ. 
 
 IO, II. 
 
 8,7- 
 
 56 
 
 1 O WORSHIP the King all glorious above; 
 O gratefully sing. His power and His love ; 
 Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient.of days. 
 Pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise. 
 
 2 O tell of His might, O sing of His grace, 
 Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space ; 
 His chariots of wrath deep thunder-clouds 
 
 form, 
 And dark is His path on the wings of the storm. 
 
 3 The earth, with its store of wonders untold, 
 Almighty, Thy power hath founded of old, 
 Hath stablished it fast by a changeless decree, 
 And round it hath cast, like a mantle, the sea. 
 
 4 Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite ? 
 It breathes in the air, it shines in the light, 
 It streams from the hills, it descends to the 
 
 plain, 
 And sweetly distils in the dew and the rain. 
 
 5 Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail, 
 In Thee do we trust, nor find Thee to fail : 
 Thy mercies how tender, how firm to the end, 
 Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend. 
 
 6 O measureless Might, ineffable Love, 
 While angels delight to hymn Thee above, 
 The humbler creation, though feeble their 
 
 lays, 
 With true adoration shall lisp to Thy praise. 
 
 Sir Robert Grant. (1785— 1838.) 1839. 
 
 "Stand up, and bless the Lord. 
 Neh. ix. 5. 
 
 S. M. 
 
 57 
 
 1 Stand up, and bless the Lord, 
 Ye people of His choice : 
 Stand up and bless the Lord, your God, 
 With heart, and soul, and voice. 
 
 For ten thousand blessings given, 2 O for the living flame, 
 
 For the richest gifts bestowed, From His own altar brought, 
 
 Sound His praise through earth and heaven,! To touch our lips, our minds inspire, 
 
 Sound Jehovah's praise aloud. And wing to heaven our thought. 
 
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 GOD, 
 
 3 God is our strength and song, 
 
 And His salvation ours; 
 Then be His love in Christ proclaimed 
 With all our ransomed powers. 
 
 4 Stand up f and bless the Lord, 
 
 The Lord your God adore ; 
 Stand up, and bless His glorious name, 
 Henceforth for evermore. 
 
 James Montgomery. (1771 — 1854.) 1825. ab. 
 
 Exhortation to Worship. 
 Ps. xcv. 
 
 S. M. 
 
 58 
 
 1 Come, sound His praise abroad, 
 
 And hymns of glory sing : 
 Jehovah is the sovereign God, 
 The universal King. 
 
 2 He formed the deeps unknown, 
 
 He gave the seas their bound ; 
 The watery worlds are all His own, 
 And all the solid ground. 
 
 3 Come, worship at His throne, 
 
 Come, bow before the Lord, 
 We are His work, and not our own ; 
 He formed us by His word. 
 
 4 To-day attend His voice, 
 
 Nor dare provoke His rod; 
 Come, like the people of His choice, 
 And own your gracious God. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1719. ab. 
 r* r\ Universal Praise. S. M. 
 
 oy Ps. cxiviii. 
 
 1 Let every creature join 
 
 To praise the eternal God, 
 Ye heavenly hosts, the song begin, 
 And sound His name abroad. 
 
 2 Thou sun with golden beams, 
 
 And moon with paler rays, 
 Ye starry lights, ye twinkling flames, 
 Shine to your Maker's praise. 
 
 3^ He built those worlds above, 
 
 And fixed their wondrous frame ; 
 By His command they stand and move, 
 And ever speak His name. 
 
 4 Ye vapors, when ye rise, 
 
 Or fall in showers or snow, 
 Ye thunders, murmuring round the skies, 
 His power and glory show. 
 
 5 Wind, hail, and flashing fire, 
 
 Agree to praise the Lord, 
 When ye in dreadful storms conspire 
 To execute His word. 
 
 6 By all His works above 
 
 His honors be expressed ; 
 But saints, that taste his saving love, 
 Should sing His praises best. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1719. 
 
 £.r\ The Divine Sovereignty and Goodness. S. M. 
 
 UU p s . via. 
 
 1 O Lord, our heavenly King, 
 
 Thy name is all divine : 
 Thy glories round the earth are spread, 
 And o'er the heavens they shine. 
 
 2 When to Thy works on high 
 
 I raise my wondering eyes, 
 And see the moon, complete in light, 
 Adorn the darksome skies ; 
 
 3 When I survey the stars, 
 
 And all their shining forms, 
 Lord, what is man, that worthless thing, 
 Akin to dust and worms? 
 
 4 Lord, what is worthless man, 
 
 That Thou shouldst love Him so? 
 Next to Thine angels is he placed, 
 And lord of all below. 
 
 5 How rich thy bounties are, 
 
 And wondrous are Thy ways : 
 Of dust and worms Thy power can frame 
 A monument of praise. 
 
 6 O Lord, our heavenly King, 
 
 Thy name is all divine : 
 Thy glories round the earth are spread, 
 And o'er the heavens they shine. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1719. ab. 
 
 6 T A holy God worshipped ~;vitJi Reverence. S. M. 
 
 1 Ps. XC1X. 
 
 1 Exalt the Lord our God, 
 
 And worship at His feet; 
 His nature is all holiness, 
 And mercy is His seat. 
 
 2 When Israel was His church, 
 
 When Aaron was His priest, 
 When Moses cried, when Samuel prayed, 
 He gave His people rest. 
 
GOD. 
 
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 3 Oft He forgave their sins, 
 
 Nor would destroy their race ; 
 And oft He made His vengeance known 
 When they abused His grace. 
 
 4 Exalt the Lord our God, 
 
 Whose grace is still the same; 
 Still He's a God of holiness, 
 And jealous for His name. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1719. 
 
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 The only Wise." 
 Jude 24, 25. 
 
 S.M. 
 
 i To God the only wise, 
 
 Our Saviour and our King, 
 
 Let all the saints below the skies 
 
 Their humble praises bring. 
 
 2 'Tis His almighty love, 
 
 His counsel and His care, 
 Preserves us safe from sin and death, 
 And every hurtful snare. 
 
 3 He will present our souls, 
 
 Lmblemished and complete, 
 Before the glory of His face, 
 With joys divinely great. 
 
 4 Then all the chosen seed 
 
 Shall meet around the throne, 
 Shall bless the conduct of His grace, 
 And make His wonders known. 
 
 5 To our Redeemer God 
 
 Wisdom and power belongs, 
 Immortal crowns of majesty, 
 And everlasting songs. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1709. 
 
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 'The Heavens declare the Glory 0/ God." L. M. 
 Ps. xix. 
 
 1 The spacious firmament on high, 
 With all the b'ue ethereal sky, 
 
 And spangled heavens, a shining frame, 
 Their great Original proclaim. 
 
 2 The unwearied sun, from day to day, 
 Does his Creators power display, 
 And publishes to every land 
 
 The work of an Almighty Hand. 
 
 3 Soon as the evening shades prevail, 
 The moon takes up the wondrous tale. 
 And nightly to the listening earth 
 Repeats the story of her birth ; 
 
 4 Whilst all the stars that round her bum, 
 And all the planets in their turn, 
 Confirm the tidings as they roll, 
 
 And spread the truth from pole to pole. 
 
 5 What though in solemn silence all 
 Move round the dark terrestrial ball? 
 What though no real voice nor sound 
 Amid their radiant orbs be found ? 
 
 6 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." 
 
 Joseph Addison. (1672 — 1719.) 1712. 
 
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 God's Glory and Nearness to us. 
 Acts xvii. 24 — 28. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 1 LORD of all being ; throned afar. 
 Thy glory flames from sun and star; 
 Centre and soul of every sphere, 
 Yet to each loving heart how near. 
 
 2 Sun of our life, Thy quickening ray 
 Sheds on our path the glow of day ; 
 Star of our hope, Thy softened light 
 Cheers the long watches of the night. 
 
 3 Our midnight is Thy smile withdrawn; 
 Our noontide is Thy gracious dawn ; 
 Our rainbow arch Thy mercy's sign ; 
 All, save the clouds of sin, are Thine. 
 
 4 Lord of all life, below, above, 
 
 Whose light is truth, whose warmth is love, 
 Before Thy ever-blazing throne 
 We ask no lustre of our own. 
 
 5 Grant us Thy truth to make us free, 
 And kindling hearts that burn for Thee, 
 Till all Thy living altars claim 
 
 One holy light, one heavenly flame. 
 
 Olivet Wendell Holmes. (1809—) 1848. 
 05 God's Love our Refuge. L. M. 
 
 1 O SOURCE divine, and Life of all, 
 
 The Fount of being's wondrous sea, 
 Thy depth would every heart appall, 
 That saw not Love supreme in Thee. 
 
 2 We shrink before Thy vast abyss, ■ 
 
 Where worlds on worlds eternal brood ; 
 We know Thee truly but in this. 
 That Thou bestowest all our good. 
 
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 GOD. 
 
 3 And so, 'mid boundless time and space, 
 O grant us still in Thee to dwell, 
 
 And through the ceaseless web to trace 
 Thy presence working all things well. 
 
 4 Nor let Thou life's delightful play 
 Thy truth's transcendent vision hide ; 
 
 Nor strength and gladness lead astray 
 From Thee, our nature's only guide. 
 
 5 Bestow on every joyous thrill 
 Thy deeper tone of reverent awe : 
 
 Make pure Thy children's erring will, 
 And teach their hearts to love Thy law. 
 
 Rev. John Sterling. (1S06 — 1844.) 1839. 
 
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 God in Nature. 
 Ps. Lxxiv. 16, 17. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 1 THOU art, O God, the life and light 
 Of all this wondrous world we see: 
 
 Its glow by day, its smile by night, 
 
 Are but reflections caught from Thee, 
 Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine, 
 And all things fair and bright are Thine. 
 
 2 When day, with farewell beam, delays 
 Among the opening clouds of even, 
 
 And we can almost think we gaze 
 
 Through golden vistas into heaven, 
 Those hues that mark the sun's decline, 
 So soft, so radiant, Lord, are Thine. 
 
 3 When night, with wings of starry gloom, 
 O'ershadows all the earth and skies, 
 
 Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plume 
 
 Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes, 
 That sacred gloom, those fires divine, 
 So grand, so countless, Lord, are Thine. 
 
 4 When youthful spring around us breathes. 
 Thy spirit warms her fragrant sigh ; 
 
 And every flower the summer wreathes 
 
 Is born beneath that kindling eye. 
 Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine, 
 And all things fair and bright are Thine. 
 
 Thomas Moore. (1779 — 1S52.) 1816. 
 
 '2 Though voice nor sound inform the ear, 
 Well known the language of their song, 
 When one by one the stars appear, 
 
 Led by the silent moon along, 
 Till round the earth, from all the sky, 
 Thy beauty beams on every eye. 
 
 3 Waked by Thy touch the morning sun 
 Comes like a bridegroom from his bower. 
 
 And, like a giant, glad to run 
 
 His bright career with speed and power; 
 Thy naming messenger, to dart 
 Life through the depth of nature's heart. 
 
 4 While these transporting visions shine 
 Along the path of Providence, 
 
 Glory eternal, joy divine. 
 
 Thy word reveals, transcending sense ; 
 My soul Thy goodness longs to see, 
 Thy love to man, Thy love to me. 
 
 James Montgomery. (1771 — 1854.) 1822. 
 
 " Glory to God in the highest." 
 Luke ii. 13. 
 
 " Tlie Heavens declare the Glory 0/ God.' 
 Ps. xix. 
 
 67 
 
 i Thy glory, Lord, the heavens declare, 
 The firmament displays Thy skill ; 
 
 The changing clouds, the viewless air, 
 Tempest and calm Thy word fulfil ; 
 
 Day unto day doth utter speech. 
 
 And night to night Thy knowledge teach. 
 
 68 
 
 1 Songs of praise the angels sang, 
 Heaven with hallelujahs rang. 
 When Jehovah's work begun, 
 When He spake, and it was done. 
 
 2 Songs of praise awoke the morn, 
 When the Prince of Peace was born ; 
 Songs of praise arose, when He 
 Captive led captivity. 
 
 3 Heaven and earth must pass away. 
 Songs of praise shall crown that day ; 
 God will make new heavens, new earth, 
 Songs of praise shall hail their birth. 
 
 4 And can man alone be dumb 
 Till that glorious kingdom come? 
 No; the Church delights to raise 
 Psalms, and hymns, and songs of praise. 
 
 5 Saints below, with heart and voice, 
 Still in songs of praise rejoice ; 
 Learning here, by faith and love, 
 Songs of praise to sing above. 
 
 6 Borne upon their latest breath, 
 Songs of praise shall conquer death; 
 Then, amidst eternal joy, 
 
 Songs of praise their powers employ. 
 
 James Montgomery. (1771 — 1854.) 1819, 1853. 
 
GOD. 
 
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 God praised for His Mercies. 
 Ps. Ixv. 
 
 1 Praise on Thee in Zion's gates, 
 Daily, O Jehovah, waits: 
 
 Unto Thee, O God, belong 
 Grateful words and holy song. 
 
 2 Thou the Hope and Refuge art 
 Of remotest lands apart ; 
 Distant isles and tribes unknown, 
 'Mid the ocean waste and lone. 
 
 3 By Thy boundless might set fast, 
 Rise the mountains firm and vast: 
 Thou canst with a word assuage 
 Ocean's wide and deafening rage. 
 
 4 When Thy signs in heaven appear, 
 Earth's remotest regions fear; 
 And the bounties of Thy hand 
 Fill with gladness every land. 
 
 5 Thou dost visit earth, and rain 
 Blessings on the thirsty plain, 
 From the copious founts on high, 
 From the rivers of the sky. 
 
 6 Thus the clouds Thy power confess, 
 And Thy paths drop fruitfulness, 
 And the voice of song and mirth 
 Rises from the tribes of earth. 
 
 Josiah Conder. (1789 — 1855.) 183 
 
 70 
 
 1 1 I nil, eelestial Goodness, hail' ' 
 
 1 Holy, holy, holy Lord, 
 
 Be Thy glorious name adored: 
 Lord, Thy mercies never fail; 
 Hail, celestial Goodness, hail ! 
 
 2 Though unworthy, Lord, Thine ear, 
 Deign our humble songs to hear; 
 Purer praise we hope to bring, 
 When around Thy throne we sing. 
 
 3 While on earth ordained to stay, 
 Guide our footsteps in Thy way, 
 Till we come to dwell with Thee, 
 Till we all Thy glory see. 
 
 4 Then with angel-harps again 
 We will wake a nobler strain ; 
 There, in joyful songs of praise, 
 Our triumphant voices raise. 
 
 5 There no tongue shall silent be, 
 All shall join in harmony ; 
 
 That through heaven's capacious round 
 Praise to Thee may ever sound. 
 
 1778. 
 
 71 
 
 72 
 
 1 
 
 25 
 
 Lord, Thy mercies never fail : 
 Hail, celestial Goodness, hail ! 
 Holy, holy, holy Lord, 
 Be Thy glorious name adored. 
 
 ' Rev. Benjamin Williams. 
 " Gloria in cvcelsis." 
 
 GLORY be to God on high, 
 God, whose glory fills the sky; 
 Peace on earth to man forgiven, 
 Man, the well-beloved of Heaven. 
 
 Sovereign Father, heavenly King, 
 Thee we now presume to sing; 
 Glad, Thine attributes confess, 
 Glorious all, and numberless. 
 
 Hail, by all Thy works adored, 
 Hail, the everlasting Lord: 
 Thee, with thankful hearts we prove 
 God of power, and God of love. 
 
 Christ our Lord and God we own, 
 Christ, the Father's Only Son ; 
 Lamb of God, for sinners slain, 
 Saviour of offending man. 
 
 Bow Thine ear, in mercy bow ; 
 Hear, the world's Atonement Thou : 
 Jesus, in Thy name we pray, 
 Take, O take our sins away. 
 
 Hear, for Thou, O Christ, alone 
 Art with Thy great Father One ; 
 One, the Holy Ghost with Thee; 
 One supreme, eternal Three. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708 — 17&8.) 1739. ab. 
 
 Praise from all. 
 Ps. cxvii. 
 
 ALL ye Gentiles, praise the Lord, 
 All ye lands, your voices raise ; 
 
 Heaven and earth, with loud accord, 
 Praise the Lord, forever praise. 
 
 For His truth and mercy stand, 
 Past, and present, and to be, 
 
 Like the years of His right hand, 
 Like His own eternity. 
 
 Praise Him, ye who know His love; 
 
 Praise Him, from the depths beneath ; 
 Praise Him, in the heights above; 
 
 Praise your Maker, all that breathe. 
 
 James Montgomery. 182a. 
 
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 GOD. 
 
 God immutable. 
 Ps. cii. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 73 
 
 1 THROUGH endless years,Thou art the same, 
 
 O Thou eternal God; 
 Ages to come shall know Thy name, 
 And tell Thy works abroad. 
 
 2 The strong foundations of the earth 
 
 Of old by Thee were laid ; 
 By Thee the beauteous arch of heaven 
 With matchless skill was made. 
 
 3 Soon shall this goodly frame of things, 
 
 Formed by Thy powerful hand, 
 Be, like a vesture, laid aside, 
 And changed at Thy command. 
 
 4 But Thy perfections, all divine, 
 
 Eternal as Thy days, 
 Through everlasting ages shine, 
 With undiminished rays. 
 
 5 Our children's children, still Thy care, 
 
 Shall own their Father's God ; 
 To latest times Thy favor share, 
 And spread Thy praise abroad. 
 
 Tate and Brady. 1696. ab. and alt. 
 
 Man /rail, and God eternal. 
 Ps. xc. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 74 
 
 1 Our 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 
 
 Thy saints have dwelt secure ; 
 Sufficient is Thine arm alone, 
 And our defence is sure. 
 
 3 Before the hills in order stood, 
 
 Or earth received her frame, 
 
 From everlasting Thou art God, 
 
 To endless years the same. 
 
 4 A thousand ages, in Thy sight, 
 
 Are like an evening gone ; 
 Short as the watch that ends the night, 
 Before the rising sun. 
 
 5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, 
 
 Bears all its sons away ; 
 They fly, forgotten, as a dream 
 Dies at the opening day. 
 
 6 Our God, our help in ages past, 
 Our hope for years to come, 
 Be Thou our guard while troubles last, 
 And our eternal home. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674— 1748.) 1719. ab. 
 75 My Father. C. M. 
 
 1 O GOD, Thy power is wonderful, 
 
 Thy glory passing bright ; 
 Thy wisdom, with its deep on deep, 
 A rapture to the sight. 
 
 2 I see Thee in the eternal years 
 
 In glory all alone, 
 Ere round Thine uncreated fires 
 Created light had shone. 
 
 3 I see Thee walk in Eden's shade, 
 
 I see Thee all through time ; 
 Thy patience and compassion seem 
 New attributes sublime. 
 
 4 I see Thee when the doom is o'er, 
 
 And outworn time is done, 
 Still, still incomprehensible, 
 O God, yet not alone. 
 
 5 Angelic spirits, countless souls, 
 
 Of Thee have drunk their fill ; 
 And to eternity will drink 
 Thy joy and glory still. 
 
 6 From Thee were drawn those worlds of life. 
 
 The Saviour's heart and soul ; 
 And, undiminished still, Thy waves 
 Of calmest glory roll. 
 
 Rev. Frederick William Faber. (1814 — 1£ 
 
 1849. ab. 
 
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 God's eternal Dominion. C. 
 
 1 GREAT God, how infinite art Thou, 
 
 What worthless worms are we : 
 Let the whole race of creatures bow, 
 And pay their praise to Thee. 
 
 2 Thy throne eternal ages stood, 
 
 Ere seas or stars were made; 
 Thou art the ever-living God, 
 Were all the nations dead. 
 
 3 Eternity, with all its years, 
 
 Stands present in Thy view ; 
 To Thee there's nothing old appears, 
 Great God, there's nothing new. 
 
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GOD, 
 
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 4 Our lives through various scenes are drawn. 
 
 And vexed with trifling cares; 
 While Thine eternal thought moves on 
 Thine undisturbed affairs. 
 
 5 Great God, how infinite art Thou, 
 
 What worthless worms are we ; 
 Let the whole race of creatures bow, 
 And pay their praise to Thee. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1709. ab. 
 77 Our Heavenly Father. 7- 
 
 1 My God, how wonderful Thou art, 
 
 Thy majesty how bright, 
 How beautiful Thy mercy-seat 
 In depths of burning light. 
 
 2 How dread are Thine eternal years, 
 
 O Everlasting Lord; 
 By prostrate spirits day and night 
 Incessantly adored. 
 
 3 How beautiful, how beautiful, 
 
 The sight of Thee must be, 
 Thine endless wisdom, boundless power, 
 And awful purity. 
 
 4 O how I fear Thee, Living God, 
 
 With deepest, tenderest fears, 
 And worship Thee with trembling hope, 
 And penitential tears. 
 
 5 Yet I may love Thee too, O Lord, 
 
 Almighty as Thou art ; 
 For Thou hast stooped to ask of me 
 The love of my poor heart. 
 
 6 No earthly father loves like Thee, 
 
 No mother half so mild 
 Bears and forbears, as Thou hast done 
 With me, Thy sinful child. 
 
 7 Father of Jesus, love's reward, 
 
 What rapture will it be, 
 Prostrate before Thy throne to lie, 
 And gaze, and gaze on Thee. 
 
 Rev. Frederick William Faber. 1849. ab. 
 
 78 
 
 The Condescension 0/ God. 
 Ps. cxiii. 
 
 i Hallelujah, raise, O raise 
 To our God the song of praise : 
 All His servants, join to sing 
 God our Saviour and our King. 
 
 2 Blessed be for evermore 
 
 That dread name which we adore : 
 
 O'er all nations God alone, 
 
 Higher than the heavens His throne. 
 
 3 Yet to view the heavens He bends ; 
 Yea, to earth He condescends ; 
 Passing by the rich and great, 
 
 For the low and desolate. 
 
 4 He can raise the poor to stand 
 With the princes of the land ; 
 Wealth upon the needy shower ; 
 Set the meanest high in power. 
 
 5 He the broken spirit cheers, 
 Turns to joy the mourner's tears ; 
 Such the wonders of His ways: 
 Praise His name, forever praise. 
 
 Josiah Conder. (1789 — '855.) 1837. ab. 
 
 Praise front all God's Creatures. 
 Ps. cxlviii. 
 
 79 
 
 1 Heralds of creation, cry, 
 
 Praise the Lord, the Lord most high: 
 Heaven and earth, obey the call, 
 Praise the Lord, the Lord of all. 
 
 2 For He spake, and forth from night, 
 Sprang the universe to light; 
 
 He commanded, Nature heard, 
 And stood fast upon His word. 
 
 3 Praise Him, all ye hosts above ; 
 Spirits perfected in love ; 
 Sun and moon, your voices raise ; 
 Sing, ye stars, your Maker's praise. 
 
 4 Earth, from all thy depths below, 
 Ocean's hallelujahs flow ; 
 Lightning, vapor, wind, and storm, 
 Hail and snow, His will perform. 
 
 5 Birds, on wings of rapture soar, 
 Warble at His temple-door; 
 Joyful sounds from herds and flocks, 
 Echo back, ye caves and rocks. 
 
 6 High above all height His throne, 
 Excellent His name alone ; 
 Him let all His works confess; 
 Him let every being bless. 
 
 James Montgomery. (1771 — 1854.) 1822. ab. 
 
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 Q ,i Exhortation to Praise. ■ ■ 7. 
 
 00 p s . c i. ' 
 
 1 Praise the Lord, His glories show, 
 Saints within His courts below, 
 Angels round His throne above, 
 Praise Him, all that share His love. 
 
 2 Earth, to heaven exalt the strain, 
 Send it, heaven, to earth again ; 
 Age to age, and shore to shore, 
 Praise Him, praise Him, evermore. 
 
 3 Praise the Lord ; His goodness trace, 
 All the wonders of His grace ; 
 
 All that He hath borne and done, 
 All He sends us through His Son. 
 
 4 Strings and voices, hands and hearts,' 
 In the concert bear your parts ; 
 
 All that breathe, your Lord adore, 
 Praise Him, praise Him, evermore. 
 
 Rev. Henry Francis Lyte. (1793 — 1847.) I 834, i84 T - 
 
 -r Wonders of Creation, Providence, and Grace. 7 
 *■* ■*• Ps. cxxxvi. 
 
 1 Let us, with a gladsome mind, 
 Praise the Lord, for He is kind : 
 For His mercies shall endure, 
 Ever faithful, ever sure. 
 
 2 He', with all-commanding might, 
 Filled the new-made world with light : 
 For His mercies shall endure, 
 
 Ever faithful, ever sure. 
 
 3 He His chosen race did bless 
 In the wasteful wilderness: 
 For His mercies shall endure, 
 Ever faithful, ever sure. 
 
 4 He hath, with a piteous eye, 
 Looked upon our misery : 
 For His mercies shall endure, 
 Ever faithful, ever sure. 
 
 5 All things living He doth feed, 
 His full hand'supplies their need : 
 For His mercies shall endure, 
 Ever faithful ever sure. 
 
 6 Let us therefore warble forth 
 His high majesty and worth: 
 For His mercies shall endure, 
 Ever faithful, ever sure. 
 
 John Milton. (1608—1674.) 1624. ab. and alt. 
 
 Q ry The Eternal Shepherd. 7, 
 
 °^ Ps. xxiii. 
 
 i To Thy pastures fair and large, 
 Heavenly Shepherd, lead Thy charge, 
 And my couch, with tenderest care, 
 Mid the springing grass prepare. 
 
 2 When I faint with summer's heat 
 Thou shalt guide my weary feet 
 To the streams that, still and slow, 
 Through the verdant meadows flow. 
 
 3 Safe the dreary vale I tread, 
 
 By the shades of death o'erspread, 
 With Thy rod and staff supplied, 
 This my guard, and that my guide. 
 
 4 Constant to my latest end, 
 Thou my footsteps shalt attend ; 
 And shalt bid Thy hallowed dome 
 Yield me an eternal home. 
 
 Rev. James Merrick. (1720 — 1769.) 1765. ab. and alt. 
 
 83 
 
 'Praise the Lord." 
 Ps. cl. 
 
 i Praise the Lord, His power confess, 
 Praise Him in His holiness; 
 Praise Him as the theme inspires, 
 Praise Him as His fame requires. 
 
 2 Let the trumpet's lofty sound 
 Spread its loudest notes around; 
 Let the harp unite, in praise, 
 With the sacred minstrel's lays. 
 
 3 Let the organ join to bless 
 God, the Lord of righteousness ; 
 Tune your voice to spread the fame 
 Of the great Jehovah's name. 
 
 4 All who dwell beneath His light, 
 In His praise your hearts unite; 
 While the stream of song is poured, 
 Praise and magnify the Lord. 
 
 William Wrangham. ( — 1832.) ii 
 
 The Lord our Shepherd. 
 Ps. xxiii. 
 
 84 
 
 1 The Lord my Shepherd is; 
 
 I shall be well supplied: 
 
 Since He is mine, I am His, 
 
 What can I want beside ? 
 
 2 He leads me to the place 
 
 Where heavenly pasture grows; 
 
 S. M. 
 
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 Where living waters gently pass, 
 And full salvation flows. 
 
 3 If e'er I go astray, 
 
 He cloth my soul reclaim ; 
 And guides me, in His own right way, 
 For His most holy name. 
 
 4 While He affords His aid, 
 
 I cannot yield to fear; 
 Tho' I should walk thro' death's dark shade, 
 My Shepherd's with me there. 
 
 5 In spite of all my foes, 
 
 Thou dost my table spread; 
 My cup with blessings overflows, 
 And joy exalts my head. 
 
 6 The bounties of Thy love 
 
 Shall crown my following days; 
 
 Nor from Thy house will I remove, 
 
 Nor cease to speak Thy praise. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1719. 
 
 85 
 
 The Heavenly Shepherd. S. M. 
 
 Ps. xxiii. 
 
 i While my Redeemer's near, 
 My shepherd and my guide, 
 I bid farewell to anxious fear; 
 My wants are all supplied. 
 
 2 To ever fragrant meads, 
 
 Where rich abundance grows, 
 
 His gracious hand indulgent leads, 
 
 And guards my sweet repose. 
 
 3 Dear Shepherd, if I stray, 
 
 My wandering feet restore ; 
 To Thy fair pastures guide my way, 
 And let me rove no more. 
 
 4 Unworthy, as I am, 
 
 Of Thy protecting care, 
 Jesus, I plead Thy gracious name, 
 For all my hopes are there. 
 
 Miss Anne Steele. (1717 — 1778.) 1760. ab. 
 
 86 
 
 Seeking God, 
 Ps. lxiii. 
 
 S. M. 
 
 My God. permit my tongue 
 This joy, to call Thee mine; 
 
 And let my early cries prevail 
 To taste Thy love divine. 
 
 My thirsty, fainting soul 
 Thy mercy doth implore ; 
 
 ' 3 
 
 Not travellers in desert lands 
 Can pant for water more. 
 
 3 In wakeful hours at night, 
 I call my God to mind; 
 I think how wise Thy counsels are, 
 And all Thy dealings kind. 
 
 4 Since Thou hast been my help, 
 
 To Thee my spirit flies ; 
 And on Thy watchful providence 
 
 My cheerful hope relies. 
 
 5 The shadow of Thy wings 
 My soul in safety keeps ; 
 I follow where my Father leads, 
 And He supports my steps. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1719. ab. 
 
 Q*7 Praise for temporal and spiritual Mercies. S. M 
 
 / Ps. ciii. 1 — 7. 
 
 1 O bless the Lord, my soul, 
 
 Let all within me join, 
 And aid my tongue to bless His name, 
 Whose favors are divine. 
 
 2 O bless the Lord, my soul, 
 
 Nor let His mercies lie 
 Forgotten in unthankfulness, 
 And without praises die. 
 
 3 'Tis He forgives thy sins, 
 
 'Tis He relieves thy pain, 
 'Tis He that heals thy sicknesses, 
 And makes thee young again. 
 
 4 He crowns thy life with love, 
 
 When ransomed from the grave ; 
 He that redeemed my soul from hell, 
 Hath sovereign power to save. 
 
 5 He fills the poor with good ; 
 
 He gives the sufferers rest : 
 The Lord hath judgments for the proud, 
 And justice for th' oppressed. 
 
 6 His wondrous works and ways 
 
 He made by Moses known ; 
 But sent the world His truth and grace 
 By His beloved Son. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1719. 
 
 Abounding Compassion 0/ God. 
 Ps. ciii. 8—12. 
 
 88 
 
 I My soul, repeat His praise 
 
 Whose mercies are so great; 
 
 S. M 
 
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 GOD. 
 
 Whose anger is so slow to rise, 
 So ready to abate. 
 
 2 God will not always chide ; 
 
 And when His strokes are felt, 
 His strokes are fewer than our crimes, 
 And lighter than our guilt. 
 
 3 High as the heavens are raised 
 
 Above the ground we tread, 
 So far the riches of His grace 
 Our highest thoughts exceed. 
 
 4 His power subdues our sins, 
 
 And His forgiving love, 
 Far as the east is from the west, 
 Doth all our guilt remove. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1719. 
 
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 'He knowetk our Frame.' 
 Ps. ciii. 13 — 18. 
 
 S. M. 
 
 i The pity of the Lord 
 
 To those that fear His name, 
 Is such as tender parents feel : 
 He knows our feeble frame. 
 
 2 He knows we are but dust, 
 
 Scattered with ever)' breath ; 
 His anger, like a rising wind, 
 Can send us swift to death. 
 
 3 Our days are as the grass, 
 
 Or like the morning flower; 
 If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field, 
 It withers in an hour. 
 
 4 But Thy compassions, Lord, 
 
 To endless years endure ; 
 And children's children ever find 
 Thy words of promise sure. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1719. 
 
 \y" Mercies 0/ God recounted. .CM. 
 
 i When all Thy mercies, O my God, 
 My rising soul surveys, 
 Transported with the view, I'm lost 
 In wonder, love, and praise. 
 
 2 Unnumbered comforts to my soul 
 Thy tender care bestowed, 
 Before my infant heart conceived 
 From whom those comforts flowed. 
 
 3 When worn with sickness, oft hast Thou 
 
 With health renewed my face ; 
 And, when in sins and sorrows sunk, 
 Revived my soul with grace. 
 
 4 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts 
 
 My daily thanks employ ; 
 Nor is the least a cheerful heart 
 That tastes those gifts with joy. 
 
 5 Through every period of my life 
 
 Thy goodness I'll pursue; 
 And after death, in distant worlds, 
 The glorious theme renew. 
 
 6 Through all eternity to Thee 
 
 A joyful song I'll raise; 
 
 For O, eternity's too short 
 
 To utter all Thy praise. 
 
 Joseph Addison. (1672 — 1719) 1712. ab. 
 
 A -merciful God. 
 Deut. iv. ai. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 91 
 
 1 Father of mercies, God of love, 
 
 My Father and my God : 
 I'll sing the honors of Thy name, 
 And spread Thy praise abroad. 
 
 2 In every period of my life 
 Thy kindest thoughts appear; 
 
 Thy mercies gild each transient scene, 
 And crown each circling year. 
 
 3 In all these mercies may my soul 
 
 A Father's bounty see, 
 Nor let the gifts Th»y grace bestows 
 Estrange my heart from Thee. 
 
 4 Teach me, in times of deep distress, 
 
 To own Thy hand, my God, 
 And in submissive silence learn 
 The lessons of Thy rod. 
 
 5 In every varying mortal state, 
 
 Each bright, each dreary scene, 
 Give me a meek and humble mind, 
 Still equal and serene. 
 
 6 Then shall I close my eyes in death, 
 
 Without one anxious fear ; 
 
 For death itself, my God, is life, 
 
 If Thou art with me there. 
 
 Rev. Ottiwell Heginbothom. (1744 — 1768.) 1766. ab. 
 
GOD. 
 
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 92 
 
 " Lord oj all." 
 
 C. M. 
 
 1 The Lord our God is Lord of all ; 
 
 His station who can find ? 
 I hear Him in the waterfall, 
 I hear Him in the wind. 
 
 2 He lives, He reigns in every land, 
 
 From winter's polar snows 
 To where, across the burning sand, 
 The blazing meteor goes. 
 
 3 If in the gloom of night I shroud, 
 
 His face I cannot fly ; 
 I see Him in the evening cloud, 
 And in the morning sky. 
 
 4 He smiles, we live, He frowns, we die ; 
 
 We hang upon His word; 
 He rears His red right arm on high, 
 And ruin bares the sword. 
 
 5 He bids His blasts the fields deform ; 
 
 Then when His thunders cease, 
 He paints His rainbow on the storm, 
 And lulls the winds to peace 
 
 Henry Kirke White. (1785— 1806.) 1806. alt- 
 
 Reverential Worship. 
 Ps. lxxxix. 7. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 93 
 
 1 With rev'rence let the saints appear, 
 
 And bow before the Lord ; 
 His high commands with rev'rence hear, 
 And tremble at His word. 
 
 2 How terrible Thy glories rise, 
 
 How bright Thine armies shine: 
 Where is the power with Thee that vies, 
 Or truth compared with Thine ? 
 
 3 The northern pole and southern rest 
 
 On Thy supporting hand ; 
 Darkness and day, from east to west, 
 Move round at Thy command. 
 
 4. Thy words the raging winds control, 
 And rule the boisterous deep ; 
 Thou mak'st the sleeping billows roll, 
 The rolling billows sleep. 
 
 5 Justice and judgment are Thy throne, 
 Yet wondrous is Thy grace ; 
 While truth and mercy, joined in one, 
 Invite us near Thy face. 
 
 ■Rev. Isaac Watts. 1719. ab. 
 
 g-\ a God is everywhere. C. M. 
 
 94 Ps. CXXX.X. 
 
 1 In all my vast concerns with Thee, 
 
 In vain my soul would try 
 To shun Thy presence, Lord, or flee 
 The notice of Thine eye. 
 
 2 Thine all-surrounding sight surveys 
 
 My rising and my rest, 
 My public walks, my private ways, 
 And secrets of my breast. 
 
 3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord, 
 
 Before they're formed within ; 
 And ere my lips pronounce the word, 
 He knows the sense I mean. 
 
 4 If winged with beams of morning light, 
 
 I fly beyond the west, 
 Thy hand, which must support my flight, 
 Would soon betray my rest. 
 
 5 If o'er my sins I seek to draw 
 
 The curtains of the night, 
 Those flaming eyes that guard Thy law 
 Would turn the shades to light. 
 
 6 The beams of noon, the midnight hour, 
 
 Are both alike to Thee : 
 O may I ne'er provoke that power 
 From which I cannot flee. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1719. ab. 
 
 The A H-secing God. 
 Ps. cxxxix. 
 
 95 
 
 1 Lord, Thou hast searched and seen me 
 
 through ; 
 Thine eye commands v. ith 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 every side I find Thy hand : 
 Awake, asleep, at home, abroad, 
 
 I am surrounded still with God. 
 
 4 Amazing knowledge, vast and great, 
 What large extent, what lofty height: 
 My soul, with all the powers I boast, 
 Is in the boundless prospect lost 
 
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 5 O 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. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1719. 
 
 .98 
 
 The Lord our Shepherd. 
 Ps. xxiii. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 96 
 
 The Faithfulness of God. 
 Ps. cxv. 
 
 1 NOT unto us, Almighty Lord, 
 
 But to Thyself the glory be ; 
 Created by Thine awful word, 
 We only live to honor Thee. 
 
 2 Where is their God ? the heathen cry, 
 
 And bow to senseless wood and stone; 
 Our God, we tell them, fills the sky, 
 And calls ten thousand worlds His own 
 
 3 Vain gods, vain men ! the Lord alone 
 
 Is Israel's Worship, Israel's Friend; 
 O fear His power, His goodness own, 
 And love Him, trust Him, to the end. 
 
 4 Who lean on H im, from strength to strength, 
 
 From light to light, shall onward move, 
 Till through the grave they pass at length, 
 To sing on high His saving love. 
 
 Rev. Henry Francis Lyte. (1793 — 1847.) 1834. 
 
 'Bless the Lord. " 
 Ps. ciii. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 97 
 
 1 Bless, O my soul, the living God, 
 
 Call home thy thoughts that rove abroad; 
 Let all the powers within me join 
 In work and worship so divine. 
 
 2 Bless, O my soul, the God of grace ; 
 His favors claim thy highest praise: 
 Why should the wonders He hath wrought 
 Be lost in silence and forgot ? 
 
 3 'Tis He, my soul, that sent His Son 
 To die for crimes which thou hast done; 
 He owns the ransom, and forgives 
 
 The hourly follies of our lives. 
 
 4 Let the whole earth His power confess; 
 Let the whole earth adore His grace: 
 The Gentile with the Jew shall join 
 
 In work and worship so divine. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1719. ab. 
 
 1 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, 
 To fertile vales, and dewy meads, 
 My weary, wandering 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, O 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 crowned, 
 And streams shall murmur all around. 
 
 Joseph Addison. (1672 — 1719) 1712. 
 
 /~if\ Daily Duties, Dependence, and Enjoyment L. M. 
 yy Rom. xiv. 8. 
 
 i When, streaming from the eastern skies, 
 The morning light salutes' mine eyes, 
 O Sun of righteousness divine, 
 On me with beams of mercy shine : 
 Chase the dark clouds of guilt away, 
 And turn my darkness into day. 
 
 2 And when to Heaven's all-glorious King 
 My morning sacrifice I bring, 
 
 And, mourning o'er my guilt and shame, 
 Ask mercy in my Saviour's name, 
 Then, Jesus, cleanse me with Thy blood, 
 And be my Advocate with God. 
 
 3 When each day's scenes and labors close, 
 And wearied nature seeks repose, 
 
 With pardoning mercy richly blest, 
 Guard me, my Saviour, while I rest; 
 And as each morning sun shall rise, 
 O lead me onward to the skies. 
 
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 4 And at my life's last setting sun, 
 My conflicts o'er, my labors done, 
 Jesus, Thy heavenly radiance shed, 
 To cheer and bless my dying bed; 
 And from death's gloom my spirit raise, 
 To see Thy face, and sing Thy praise. 
 
 William Shrubsole, Jr. (1759 — 1829.) 1813. ab. and alt. 
 
 T r\r\ God's Care of His People. L. M 
 
 1 UU p s . cvi. 
 
 i O render thanks to God above, 
 The fountain of eternal love, 
 Whose mercy firm through ages past 
 Has stood, and shall forever last. 
 
 2 Who can His mighty deeds express, 
 Not only vast but numberless ? 
 What mortal eloquence can raise 
 His tribute of immortal praise ? 
 
 3 Extend to me that favor, Lord, 
 Thou to Thy chosen dost afford ; 
 When Thou return'st to set them free, 
 Let Thy salvation visit mc. 
 
 4 O may I worthy prove to see 
 Thy saints in full prosperity, 
 That I the joyful choir may join, 
 
 And count Thy people's triumph mine. 
 
 Tate and Brady. 1696. ab. 
 
 102 
 
 The Greatness 0/ God. 
 Ps. cxlv. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 101 
 
 God's eternal Kingdom. 
 Ps. xciii. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 My God, my King, Thy various praise 
 Shall fill the remnant of my days : 
 Thy grace employ my humble tongue 
 Till death and glory raise the song. 
 
 The wings of every hour shall bear 
 Some thankful tribute to Thine car; 
 And every setting sun shall see 
 New works of duty done for Thee. 
 
 Thy truth and justice I'll proclaim; 
 Thy bounty flows an endless stream ; 
 Thy mercy swift ; thine anger slow, 
 But dreadful to the stubborn foe. 
 
 Thy works with sovereign glory shine, 
 And speak Thy majesty divine : 
 Let Zion in her courts proclaim 
 The sound and honor of Thy name. 
 
 Let distant times and nations raise 
 The long succession of Thy praise ; 
 And unborn ages make my song 
 The joy and labor of their tongue. 
 
 But who can speak Thy wondrous deeds ? 
 Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds : 
 Vast and unsearchable Thy ways ; 
 Vast and immortal be Thy praise. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 17 19. ab. and alt. 
 
 i With glory clad, with strength arrayed, 
 The Lord that o'er all nature reigns, 
 The world's foundation strongly laid, 
 And the vast fabric still sustains. 
 
 2 How surely stablished is Thy throne, 
 
 Which shall no change or period see ; 
 For Thou, O Lord, and Thou alone, 
 Art God from all eternity. 
 
 3 The floods, O Lord, lift up their voice, 
 
 And toss the troubled waves on high; 
 But God above can still their noise, 
 And make the angry .sea comply. 
 
 4 Thy promise, Lord, is ever sure, 
 
 And they that in Thy house would dwell, 4 
 That happy station to secure, 
 Must still in holiness excel. 
 
 Tate and Brady. 1696. 
 
 . .-. _ An Exhortation to praise God. L. M. 
 
 • <-> J Ps- xcv. 1—6. 
 
 O COME, loud anthems let us sing, 
 Loud thanks to our Almighty King; 
 For we our voices high should raise, 
 When our salvation's Rock we praise. 
 
 The depths of earth are in His hand, 
 Her secret wealth at His command; 
 The strength of hills, that threat the skies, 
 Subjected to His empire lies. 
 
 The rolling ocean's vast abyss 
 By the same sovereign right is His ; 
 'T is moved by His almighty hand, 
 That formed and fixed the solid land. 
 
 O let us to His courts repair, 
 And bow with adoration there; 
 Down on our knees devoutly al 
 Before the Lord our Maker fall. 
 
 Tate and Brady. 1696. ab. 
 
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 Ini General Providence and special Grace. L. M. 
 u 4 Ps. xxxvi. 5—9. 
 
 i High in the heavens, eternal God, 
 Thy goodness in full glory shines; 
 Thy truth shall break through every cloud 
 That veils and darkens Thy designs. 
 
 2 Forever firm Thy justice stands, 
 
 As mountains their foundations keep ; 
 "Wise are the wonders of Thy hands; 
 Thy judgments are a mighty deep. 
 
 3 Thy providence is kind and large ; 
 
 Both man and beast Thy bounty share : 
 The whole creation is Thy charge, 
 But saints are Thy peculiar care. 
 
 4 My God, how excellent Thy grace, 
 
 Whence all our hope and comfort springs; 
 The sons of Adam in distress 
 Fly to the shadow of Thy wings. 
 
 5 From the provisions of Thy house 
 
 We shall be fed with sweet repast : 
 There mercy like a river flows, 
 And brings salvation to our taste. 
 
 6 Life, like a fountain rich and free, 
 
 Springs from the presence of my Lord ; 
 And in Thy light our souls shall see 
 The glories promised in Thy word. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1719. 
 
 _ _ -j Wonders 0/ Creation and Grace. L. M. 
 
 JL"j P s - cxxxvi. 
 
 i Give to our God immortal praise; 
 Mercy and truth are all His ways : 
 Wonders of grace to God belong; 
 Repeat His mercies in your song. 
 
 2 He built the earth, He spread the sky, 
 And fixed the starry lights on high : 
 Wonders of grace to God belong; 
 Repeat His mercies in your song. 
 
 3 He sent His Son with power to save, 
 From guilt, and darkness, and the grave : 
 Wonders of grace to God belong; 
 Repeat His mercies in your song. 
 
 4 Through this vain world He guides our feet, 
 And leads us to His heavenly seat: 
 
 His mereics ever shall endure, 
 
 When this vain world shall be no more. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1719. ab. 
 
 IOO The Divine Perfections. L. M 
 
 1 Jehovah reigns ; His throne is high, 
 His robes are light and majesty ; 
 
 His glory shines with beams so bright, 
 No mortal can sustain the sight. 
 
 2 His terrors keep the world in awe, 
 His justice guards His holy law, 
 His love reveals a smiling face, 
 
 His truth and promise seal the grace. 
 
 3 Through all His works His wisdom shines, 
 And baffles Satan's deep designs; 
 
 His power is sovereign to fulfil 
 The noblest counsels of His will. 
 4. And will the glorious Lord descend 
 To be my Father and my Friend ? 
 Then let my songs with angels join ; 
 Heaven is secure, if God be mine. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1709. 
 
 Tn ^ Joyful Worship. L. M. 
 
 1 U / p s . c. 
 
 1 Ye nations round the earth, rejoice 
 Before the Lord, your sovereign King: 
 Serve Him with cheerful heart and voice, 
 With all your tongues His glory sing. 
 
 2 The Lord is God ; 't is He alone 
 Doth life, and breath, and being give : 
 We are His work, and not our own, 
 The sheep that on His pastures live. 
 
 3 Enter His gates with songs of joy, 
 With praises to His courts .repair ; 
 And make it your divine employ 
 
 To pay your thanks and honors there. 
 
 4 The Lord is good, the Lord is kind ; 
 Great is His grace, His mercy sure; 
 And the whole race of man shall find 
 His truth from age to age endure. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1719. 
 
 _ _ Q The Eternal and Sovereign God. L. M 
 
 IOO p s xciii. 
 
 1 Jehovah reigns; He dwells in light, 
 Girded with majesty and might : 
 The world, created by His hands, 
 Still on its first foundation stands. 
 
 2 But ere this spacious world was made, 
 Or had its first foundation laid, 
 
 Thy throne eternal ages stood, 
 Thyself the ever-living God. 
 
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 3 Like floods the angry nations rise, 
 And aim their rage against the skies : 
 Vain floods, that aim their rage so high ! 
 At Thy rebuke the billows die. 
 
 4 Forever shall Thy throne endure; 
 Thy promise stands forever sure ; 
 And everlasting holiness 
 Becomes the dwellings of Thy grace. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1719. 
 
 "Mightier than the mighty Sea. 
 Ps. xciii. 3 — 5. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 109 
 
 1 The floods, O Lord, lift up their voice, 
 
 The mighty floods lift up their roar; 
 The floods in tumult loud rejoice, 
 
 And climb in foam the sounding shore. 
 
 2 But mightier than the mighty sea, 
 
 The Lord of glory reigns on high : 
 Far o'er its waves we look to Thee, 
 And see their fury break and die. 
 
 3 Thy word is true, Thy promise sure, 
 
 That ancient promise, sealed in love ; 
 Here be Thy temple ever pure, 
 
 As Thy pure mansions shine above. 
 
 Bp. George Burgess. (1809 — 1S66. ) 1840. 
 
 ' The Lord reigneth." 
 Ps. xcvii. 
 
 L. M. 
 
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 1 THE Lord is King : lift up thy voice, 
 O earth, and all ye heavens rejoice : 
 From world to world the joy shall ring, 
 The Lord omnipotent is King. 
 
 2 The Lord is King : who then shall dare 
 Resist His will, distrust His care, 
 
 Or murmur at His wise decrees, 
 Or doubt His royal promises? 
 
 3 The Lord is King: child of the dust, 
 The Judge of all the earth is just; 
 Holy and true are all His ways: 
 
 Let every creature speak His praise. 
 
 4 O when His wisdom can mistake, 
 His might decay, His love forsake, 
 Then may His children cease to sing, 
 The Lord Omnipotent is King. 
 
 Josiah Conder. (1789 — 1855.) 1824. ab. 
 
 I T T Praising God forever. L. M. 
 
 ■I ■!• Ps. cxlvi. 
 
 I God of my life, through all its days 
 My grateful powers shall sound Thy praise; 
 The song shall wake with opening light, 
 And warble to the silent nieht. 
 
 When anxious cares would break my rest, 
 And griefs would tear my throbbing breast, 
 Thy tuneful praises, raised on high, 
 Shall check the murmur and the sigh. 
 
 3 When death o'er nature shall prevail, 
 And all its powers of language fail, 
 
 Joy through my swimming eyes shall brea 
 And mean the thanks I cannot speak. 
 
 4 But O, when that last conflict's o'er, 
 And I am chained to flesh no more, 
 With what glad accents shall I rise, 
 To join the music of the skies ! 
 
 5 Soon shall I learn the exalted strains 
 Which echo o'er the heavenly plains; 
 And emulate, with joy unknown, 
 
 The glowing seraphs round Thy throne. 
 
 Rev. Philip Doddridge. (1702 — 1751.) 1755. 
 
 I T 2 
 
 x ** God's unspeakable Glory. L. M. 
 
 1 COME, O my soul, in sacred lays 
 Attempt thy great Creator's praise : 
 
 But O, what tongue can speak His fame? 
 What mortal verse can reach the theme? 
 
 2 Enthroned amid the radiant spheres, 
 He glory like a garment wears ; 
 
 To form a robe of light divine, 
 
 Ten thousand suns around Him shine. 
 
 3 In all our Maker's grand designs, 
 Almighty power with wisdom shines ; 
 His works, through all this wondrous frame, 
 Declare the glory of His name. 
 
 4 Raised on devotion's lofty wing, 
 Do thou, my soul, His glories sing; 
 And let His praise employ thy tongue, 
 Till listening worlds shall join the song. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Blacklock. (1721 — 1791.) 1754. 
 113 The Majesty 0/ God. C. M. 
 
 1 THE Lord our God is full of might ; 
 
 The winds obey His will ; 
 He speaks, and in His heavenly height 
 The rolling sun stands still. 
 
 2 Rebel, ye waves, and o'er the land 
 
 With threatening aspect roar: 
 
 The Lord uplifts His awful hand, 
 
 And chains you to the shore. 
 
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 3 Howl, winds of night, your force combine ; 3 
 
 Without His high behest, 
 Ye shall not in the mountain pine 
 Disturb the sparrow's nest. 
 
 4 His voice sublime is heard afar, 
 
 In distant peals it dies ; 
 He yokes the whirlwind to His car, 
 And sweeps the howling skies. 
 
 5 Ye nations, bend, in reverence bend ; 5 
 
 Ye monarchs wait His nod; 
 And bid the choral song ascend, 
 To celebrate our God. 
 
 Henry Kirke White. (1785— 1806.) 1806. 
 
 IT a Joy in the Lord. C. M. 
 
 1 4 Ps. xxxUi. 
 
 1 Let all the just, to God with joy 
 
 Their cheerful voices raise ; 
 For well the righteous it becomes 
 To sing glad songs of praise. 
 
 2 For faithful is the word of God ; 
 
 His works with truth abound : 
 
 He justice loves, and all the earth 
 
 Is with His goodness crowned. 
 
 3 Whate'er the mighty Lord decrees, 
 
 Shall stand forever sure ; 
 The settled purpose of His heart 
 To ages shall endure. 
 
 4 Our soul on God with patience waits; 
 
 Our help and shield is He : 
 Then, Lord, let still our hearts rejoice, 
 Because we trust in Thee. 
 
 5 The riches of Thy mercies, Lord 
 
 Do Thou to us extend; 
 Since we, for all we want or wish, 
 On Thee alone depend. 
 
 Tate and Erady. 1696. ab. 
 I I 5 The Divine Decrees. C. M. 
 
 i Keep silence, all created things, 
 And wait your Maker's nod ; 
 My soul stands trembling while she sings 
 The honors of her God. 
 
 J Life, death, and hell, and worlds unknown, 5 
 Hang on His firm decree ; 
 He sits on no precarious throne, 
 Nor borrows leave to be. 
 
 Chained to His throne a volume lies, 
 
 With all the fates of men ; 
 With every angel's form and size, 
 
 Drawn by the eternal pen. 
 
 His providence unfolds the book, 
 And makes His counsels shine; 
 
 Each opening leaf, and every stroke, 
 Fulfils some deep design. 
 
 Here He exalts neglected worms 
 
 To sceptres and a crown ; 
 Anon the following page He turns, 
 
 And treads the monarchs down. 
 
 Not Gabriel asks the reason why, 
 
 Nor God the reason gives ; 
 Nor dares the favorite angel pry 
 
 Between the folded leaves. 
 
 My God, I would not long to see 
 
 My fate with curious eyes, 
 What gloomy lines are writ for me, 
 
 Or what bright scenes shall rise. 
 
 In Thy fair book of life and grace 
 
 O may I find my name, 
 Recorded in some humble place, 
 
 Beneath my Lord, the Lamb. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1706. ab. and alt. 
 
 Il6 
 
 The Mysteries 0/ Providence. 
 
 God moves in a mysterious way 
 
 His wonders to perform ; 
 He plants His footsteps in the sea, 
 
 And rides upon the storm. 
 
 Deep in unfathomable mines 
 
 Of never-failing skill. 
 He treasures up His bright designs,, 
 
 And works His sovereign will. 
 
 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take: 
 
 The clouds ye so much dread 
 Are big with mercy, and shall break 
 
 In blessings on your head. 
 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, 
 
 But trust Him for His grace ; 
 Behind a frowning providence 
 
 He hides a smiling face. 
 
 His purposes will ripen fast, 
 
 Unfolding every hour; 
 The bud may have a bitter taste, 
 
 But sweet will be the flower. 
 
 C. M 
 
GOD. 
 
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 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err, 
 And scan His work in vain : 
 God is His own Intrepreter, 
 And He will make it plain. 
 
 William Cowper. (1731 — 1800.) 1779. 
 
 "We know in part.' 
 1 Cor. xiii. 9. 
 
 CM. 
 
 117 
 
 i Thy way, O God, is in the sea, 
 Thy paths I cannot trace ; 
 Nor comprehend the mystery 
 Of Thine unbounded grace. 
 
 2 'Tis but in part I know Thy will, 
 I bless Thee for the sight ; 
 When will Thy love the rest reveal 
 In glory's clearer light ? 
 
 4 Here the dark veils of flesh and sense 
 My captive soul surround, 
 Mysterious deeps of providence 
 My wondering thoughts confound. 
 
 4 When will the day of perfect light, 
 
 The happy morn arise, 
 That shall remove the shades of night 
 From my beclouded eyes ? 
 
 5 With rapture shall I then survey 
 
 Thy providence and grace ; 
 And spend an everlasting day 
 In wonder, love, and praise. 
 
 Rev. John Fawcett. (1739 — 1817.) 1782. ab. 
 
 Divine Protection. 
 Ps. exxi. 
 
 Il8 
 
 1 Up to the hills I lift mine eyes, 
 Th' eternal hills beyond the skies ; 
 Thence all her help my soul derives, 
 There my Almighty Refuge lives. 
 
 2 He lives, the everlasting God, 
 
 .That built the world, that spread the flood ; 
 The heavens with all their hosts He made, 
 And the dark regions of the dead. 
 
 3 He guides our feet, He guards our way ; 
 His morning smiles bless all the day : 
 He spreads the evening veil, and keeps 
 The silent hours while Israel sleeps. 
 
 4 Israel, a name divinely blest, 
 May rise secure, securely rest ; 
 Thy holy Guardian's wakeful eyes 
 Admit no slumber, noi surprise. 
 
 5 No sun shall smite thy head by day ; 
 Nor the pale moon with sickly ray 
 Shall blast thy couch ; no baleful star 
 Dart his malignant fire so far. 
 
 6 Should earth and hell with malice burn, 
 Still thou shalt go, and still return, 
 Safe in the Lord ; His heavenly care 
 Defends thy life from every snare. 
 
 7 On thee foul spirits have no power ; 
 And, in thy last departing hour, 
 Angels, that trace the airy road, 
 Shall bear thee homeward to thy God. 
 
 Rev. IsL.ac Watts. 1719. 
 
 The Pillars of Cloud and Fir 
 Ex. xiii. 21. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 119 
 
 i When Israel, of the Lord beloved, 
 
 Out from the land of bondage came, 
 Her fathers' God before her moved, 
 An awful guide, in smoke and flame. 
 
 2 By day, along th' astonished lands, 
 
 The cloudy pillar glided slow : 
 By night, Arabia's crimsoned sands 
 Returned the fiery column's glow. 
 
 3 Thus present still, though now unseen, 
 
 O Lord, when shines the prosperous day, 
 Be thoughts of Thee a cloudy screen, 
 To temper the deceitful ray. 
 
 4 And O, when gathers on our path, 
 
 In shade and storm, the frequent night, 
 Be Thou long-suffering, slow to wrath, 
 A burning and a shining light. 
 
 .Sir Walter Scott. (1771 — 1832.) 1820. ab. and alt. 
 
 I/-\/-\ God's Faithfulness and Mercy. L. M. 
 
 20 p s . xxxvi . 
 
 1 My God. what monuments I see 
 In all around of Thine and Thee : 
 
 I view Thee in the heavens above ; 
 More high than these is heavenly love. 
 
 2 I mark the strong eternal hill, 
 Thy faithfulness is stronger still : 
 I gaze on ocean deep and broad, 
 More deep Thy counsels are, O God. 
 
 3 O give me 'neath Thy wings to rest, 
 To lean on Thy parental breast, 
 
 To feed on Thee, the living bread, 
 And drink at merev's fountain head. 
 
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 4 The springs of life are all Thine own, 
 They flow from Thy eternal throne : 
 Light in Thy light alone we see, 
 O save us, for we rest on Thee. 
 
 Rev. Henry Francis Lyte. (1793 — 1847.) 1834. 
 
 1/5 y Safety and Triiiiizph of God's People. L. M. 
 ^ *■ Ps. xlvi. 
 
 1 God is the refuge of His saints 
 
 When storms of sharp distress invade ; 
 Ere we can offer our complaints, 
 Behold Him present with His aid. 
 
 2 Let mountains from their seats be hurled 
 
 Down to the deep, and buried there, 
 Convulsions shake the solid world; 
 Our faith shall never yield to fear. 
 
 3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar ; 
 
 In sacred peace our souls abide, 
 While every nation, every shore, 
 
 Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide. 
 
 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. 
 
 5 That sacred stream, Thine holy word, 
 
 Our grief allays, our fear controls; 
 Sweet peace Thy promises afford, 
 
 And give new strength to fainting souls. 
 
 6 Zion enjoys her monarch's love, 
 
 Secure against a threatening hour ; 
 Xor can her firm foundations move, 
 
 Built on His truth, and armed with power. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1719. alt. 2I. $\: 
 
 Trust in God. 
 Ps. xviii. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 122 
 
 1 No change of times shall ever shock 
 
 My firm affection, Lord, to Thee ; 
 For Thou hast always been my rock, 
 A fortress and defence to me. 
 
 2 Thou my deliverer art, my God ; 
 
 My trust is in Thy mighty power: 
 Thou art my shield from foes abroad, 
 At home my safeguard and my tower. 
 
 3 To Thee I will address my prayer, 
 
 To whom all praise we justly owe, 
 So shall I, by Thy watchful care, 
 
 Be guarded from my treacherous foe. 
 
 (4 Let the eternal Lord be praised, 
 
 The rock on whose defence I rest : 
 O'er highest heavens His name be raised, 
 Who me with His salvation blest. 
 
 5 To Heaven I made my mournful prayer, 
 To God addressed my humble moan. 
 Who graciously inclined His ear, 
 
 And heard me from His lofty throne. 
 
 Tate and Brady. 1696. ab. 
 23 The Wisdom of God. L. M. 
 
 WAIT, O my soul, thy Maker's will, 
 Tumultuous passions, all be still, 
 Nor let a murmuring thought arise; 
 His ways are just, His counsels wise. 
 
 He in the thickest darkness dwells, 
 Performs His work, the cause conceals; 
 And though His footsteps are unknown, 
 Judgment and truth support His throne. 
 
 In heaven and earth, in air and seas, 
 He executes His wise decrees ; 
 And by His saints it stands confessed, 
 That what He does is ever best. 
 
 4 Then, O my soul, submissive wait, 
 With reverence bow before His seat; 
 And midst the terrors of His rod, 
 Trust in a wise and gracious God. 
 
 Rev. Benjamin Beddome. (1717 — 1795.) 1818. 
 I24 Habitual Devotion. CM. 
 
 i While Thee I seek, protecting Power, 
 
 Be my vain wishes stilled ; 
 And may this consecrated hour 
 
 With better hopes be filled. 
 Thy love the powers of thought bestowed, 
 
 To Thee my thoughts would soar; 
 Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed, 
 
 That mercy I adore. 
 
 2 In each event of life, how clear 
 
 Thy ruling hand I see : 
 Each blessing to my soul more dear, 
 
 Because conferred by Thee. 
 In every joy that crowns my days, 
 
 In every pain I bear. 
 My heart shall find delight in praise, 
 
 Or seek relief in prayer. 
 
 3 When gladness wings my favored hour, 
 
 Thy love my thoughts shall fill; 
 
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 Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower, 
 My soul shall meet Thy will. 
 
 My lifted eye, without a tear, 
 The lowering storm shall see ; 
 
 My steadfast heart shall know no fear, 
 That heart will rest on Thee. 
 
 Miss Helen Maria Williams. (1762 — 1827.) 1786. 
 125 Humble Reliance. CM. 
 
 i My God, my Father, blissful name, 
 
 may 1 call Thee mine ? 
 May I with sweet assurance claim 
 
 A portion so divine ? 
 This only can my fears control, 
 
 And bid my sorrows fly; 
 What harm can ever reach my soul 
 
 Beneath my Father's eye ? 
 
 2 Whate'er Thy providence denies, 
 
 1 calmly would resign, 
 
 For Thou art good and just and wise : 
 
 O bend my will to Thine. 
 Whate'er Thy sacred will ordains, 
 
 O give me strength to bear ; 
 And let me know my Father reigns, 
 
 And trust His tender care. 
 
 3 Thy sovereign ways are all unknown 
 
 To my weak, erring sight ; 
 Yet let my soul adoring own 
 
 That all Thy ways are right. 
 My God, my Father, be Thy name 
 
 My solace and my stay ; 
 
 wilt Thou seal my humble claim, 
 And drive my fears away. 
 
 Miss Anne Steele. (1717 — 1778.) 1760. ab. 
 I 20 « Sweet Will 0/ God." C. M. 
 
 i I worship Thee, sweet Will of God, 
 And all Thy ways adore ; 
 And every day I live, I seem 
 To love Thee more and more. 
 
 2 1 love to kiss each print where Thou 
 
 Hast set Thine unseen feet : 
 
 1 cannot fear Thee, blessed Will, 
 
 Thine empire is so sweet. 
 
 3 I have no cares, O blessed Will, 
 
 For all my cares are Thine ; 
 I live in triumph, Lord, for Thou 
 Hast made Thy triumphs mine. 
 
 4 He always wins who sides with God, 
 
 To him no chance is lost ; 
 God's will is sweetest to him when 
 It triumphs at his cost. 
 
 5 111 that He blesses is our good, 
 
 And unblest good is ill ; 
 And all is right that seems most wrong, 
 If it be His sweet will. 
 
 Rev. Frederick William Faber. (1814 — 1863.) 1849. ab. 
 12/ God's Way best for us. 7,6. 
 
 1 OUR yet unfinished story- 
 
 Is tending all to this : 
 To God the greatest glory, 
 
 To us the greatest bliss. 
 Our plans may be disjointed, 
 
 But we may calmly rest : 
 What God has once appointed 
 
 Is better than our best. 
 
 2 We cannot see before us, 
 
 But our all-seeing Friend 
 Is always watching o'er us, 
 
 And knows the very end ; 
 And when amid our blindness 
 
 His disappointments fall, 
 We trust His loving-kindness 
 
 Whose wisdom sends them all. 
 
 3 They are the purple fringes 
 
 That hide His glorious feet; 
 They are the fire-wrought hinges 
 
 Where truth and mercy meet; 
 By them the golden portal 
 
 Of Providence shall ope, 
 And lift to praise immortal 
 
 The songs of faith and hope. 
 
 Miss Frances Ridley Havergal. 1872. ab. 
 
 'He bowed the Heavens." 
 Ps. xviii. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 128 
 
 1 The Lord descended from above, 
 
 And bowed the heavens most high ; 
 And underneath His feet He cast 
 The darkness of the sky. 
 
 2 On cherub and on cherubim 
 
 Full royally He rode ; 
 And on the wings of all the winds 
 Came flying all abroad. 
 
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 3 He sat serene upon the floods, 
 
 Their fury to restrain ; 
 And He, as Sovereign Lord and King, 
 For evermore shall reign. 
 
 4 The Lord will give His people strength 
 
 Whereby they shall increase ; 
 And He will bless His chosen flock 
 With everlasting peace. 
 
 5 Give glory to His awful name, 
 
 And honor Him alone; 
 
 Give worship to His majesty 
 
 Upon His holy throne. 
 
 Thomas Sternhold. ( — 1549.) aD - and alt. 
 129 Creating Wisdom. CM. 
 
 i Eternal Wisdom, Thee we praise, 
 Thee the creation sings ; 
 With Thy loved name, rocks, hills and seas, 
 And heaven's high palace rings. 
 
 2 Thy hand, how wide it spread the sky ! 
 
 How glorious to behold, 
 Tinged with a blue of heavenly dye, 
 And starred with sparkling gold. 
 
 3 Thy glories blaze all nature round, 
 
 And strike the gazing sight, 
 Through skies, and seas, and solid ground, 
 With terror and delight. 
 
 4 Infinite strength, and equal skill, 
 
 Shine through the worlds abroad, 
 Our souls with vast amazement fill, 
 And speak the builder God. 
 
 5 But the sweet beauties of Thy grace 
 
 Our softer passions move ; 
 Pity divine in Jesus' face 
 We see, adore, and love. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1706. ab. 
 
 Toft Omnipresence and Omniscience of God. CM. 
 ■^O" Ps. exxxix. 
 
 i Jehovah, God, Thy gracious power 
 On every hand we see ; 
 O may the blessings of each hour 
 Lead all our thoughts to Thee. 
 
 2 If on the wings of morn we speed 
 To earth's remotest bound, 
 Thy hand will there our footsteps lead, 
 Thy love our path surround. 
 
 3 Thy power is in the ocean deeps, 
 
 And reaches to the skies ; 
 Thine eye of mercy never sleeps, 
 Thy goodness never dies. 
 
 4 From morn till noon, till latest eve, 
 
 Thy hand, O God, we see; 
 And all the blessings we receive, 
 Proceed alone from Thee. 
 
 5 In all the varying scenes of time, 
 
 On Thee our hopes depend ; 
 Through every age, in every clime, 
 Our Father, and our Friend. 
 
 Dr. John Thomson. ( — 1S41.) 
 
 The Goodness 0/ God. 
 Ps. cxlv. 
 
 C M. 
 
 131 
 
 1 Sweet is the memory of Thy grace, 
 
 My God, my heavenly King ! 
 Let age to age Thy righteousness 
 In sounds of glory sing. 
 
 2 God reigns on high, but not confines 
 
 His goodness to the skies ; 
 Through the whole earth Hisbounty shines, 
 And every want supplies. 
 
 3 With longing eyes Thy creatures wait 
 
 On Thee for daily food ; 
 Thy liberal hand provides their meat, 
 And fills their mouths with good. 
 
 4 How kind are Thy compassions. Lord ! 
 
 How slow Thine anger moves ! 
 But soon He sends His pardoning word 
 To cheer the souls He loves. 
 
 5 Creatures, with all their endless race, 
 
 Thy power and praise proclaim ; 
 But saints that taste Thy richer grace 
 Delight to bless Thy name. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. -710. 
 
 God's Care 0/ us. 
 Ps. xxiii. 
 
 132 
 
 1 The Lord Himself, the mighty Lord, 
 
 Vouchsafes to be my guide ; 
 The Shepherd, by whose constant care 
 My wants are all supplied. 
 
 2 In tender grass He makes me feed, 
 
 And gently there repose ; 
 Then leads me to cool shades, and where 
 Refreshing waters flows. 
 
CHRIST. 
 
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 3 He docs my wandering soul reclaim, 
 
 And, to His endless praise, 
 Instruct with humble zeal to walk 
 In His most righteous ways. 
 
 4 I pass the gloomy vale of death, 
 
 From fear and danger free; 
 For there His aiding rod and staff 
 Defend and comfort me. 
 
 5 Since God doth thus His wondrous love 
 
 Through all my life extend, 
 That life to Him I will devote, 
 And in His temple spend. 
 
 Tate and l'racly. 1696. 
 
 Praise for Creation and Providence. 
 Heb iii. 4. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 133 
 
 1 I SING the 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 ordained 
 
 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, 
 
 That filled the earth with food ; 
 He formed the creatures with His word, 
 And then pronounced them good. 
 
 4 There's not a plant or flower below 
 * But makes Thy glories known ; 
 
 And clouds arise, and tempest blow, 
 By order from Thy throne. 
 
 5. Creatures that borrow life from Thee 
 Are subject to Thy care; 
 There's not a place where we can flee, 
 But God is present there. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1715. ab. and alt. 
 
 T A God exalted. L. M. 
 
 1 J4 Ps. lvii. 
 
 1 Be Thou, O God, exalted high; 
 And, as Thy glory fills the sky, 
 So let it be on earth displayed, 
 
 Till Thou art here, as there, obeyed. 
 
 2 O God, my heart is fixed, 't is bent, 
 Its thankful tribute to present; 
 
 And with my heart my voice I'll raise 
 To Thee, my God, in songs of praise. 
 
 3 Thy praises, Lord, I will resound 
 To all the listening nations round : 
 Thy mercy highest heaven transcends, 
 Thy truth beyond the clouds extends. 
 
 4 Be Thou, O God, exalted high; 
 And, as Thy glory fills the sky, 
 So let it be on earth displayed, 
 
 Till Thou art here, as there, obeyed. 
 
 Tate and Brady. 1696. 
 
 In p« God's tender Mercy to His People. L. M. 
 
 35 Ps. ciu. 
 
 1 The Lord, how wondrous are His ways, 
 How firm His truth, how large His grace : 
 He takes His mercy for His throne, 
 
 And thence He makes His glories known. 
 
 2 Not half so high His power hath spread 
 The starry heavens above our head, 
 
 As His rich love exceeds our praise, 
 Exceeds the highest hopes we raise. 
 
 3 Not half so far has nature placed 
 The rising morning from the west, 
 As His forgiving grace removes 
 The daily guilt of those He loves. 
 
 4 How slowly doth His wrath arise ! 
 On swifter wings salvation flies : 
 And, if He lets His anger burn, 
 How soon His frowns to pity turn ! 
 
 5 His everlasting love is sure 
 
 To all the saints, and shall endure ; 
 From age to age His truth shall reign, 
 Nor children's children hope in vain. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1719. 
 
 Unbounded Empire. 
 Ps. civ. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 136 
 
 i Bless God, my soul ; Thou, Lord, alone 
 Possessest empire without bounds, 
 With honor Thou art crowned, Thy throne 
 Eternal majesty surrounds. 
 
 2 With light Thou dost Thyself enrobe, 
 And glory for a garment take ; 
 Heaven's curtains stretch beyand the globe, 
 Thy canopy of state to make. 
 
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 3 God builds on liquid air, and forms 
 
 His palace-chambers in the skies ; 
 The clouds His chariot are, and storms 
 The swift-wing' d steeds with which He flies. 
 
 4 As bright as flame, and swift as wind, 
 
 His ministers heaven's palace till ; 
 They have their sundry tasks assigned, 
 All prompt to do their Sovereign's will. 
 
 5 In praising God, while He prolongs 
 
 My breath, I will that breath employ; 
 And join devotion to my songs, 
 Sincere as is in Him my joy. 
 
 Tate and Brady. 1696. ab. and alt. 
 
 I— 1-. God's Condescension. L, M. 
 
 37 Ps. wriii. 
 
 1 Servants of God, in joyful lays, 
 Sing ye the Lord Jehovah's praise: 
 His glorious Name let all adore, 
 From age to age, for evermore. 
 
 2 Blest be that Name, supremely blest, 
 From the sun's rising to its rest; 
 Above the heavens His power is known, 
 Through all the earth His goodness shown. 
 
 3 Who is like God ? so great, so high, 
 He bows Himself to view the sky; 
 And yet, with condescending grace, 
 Looks down upon the human race. 
 
 4 He hears the uncomplaining moan 
 Of those who sit and weep alone ; 
 He lifts the mourner from the dust, 
 In Him the poor may safely trust. 
 
 5 Servants of God ; in joyful lays, 
 Sing ye the Lord Jehovah's praise ; 
 His glorious Name let all adore, 
 From age to age, forevermore. 
 
 James Montgomery. (1771 — 1834.) T822. 
 
 138 
 
 God in the Storm. 
 Ps. xxix. 
 
 L.M. 
 
 Give to the Lord, ye sons of fame, 
 Give to the Lord renown and power; 
 
 Ascribe due honors to His name, 
 And His eternal might adore. 
 
 2 The Lord proclaims His power aloud, 
 
 Over the ocean and the land ; 
 His voice divides the watery cloud, 
 And lightnings blaze at His command. 
 
 3 The Lord sits Sovereign on the flood ; 
 
 The Thunderer reigns forever King; 
 But makes His church His blest abode, 
 Where we His awful glories sing. 
 
 4 In gentler language there the Lord 
 
 The counsels of His grace imparts ; 
 Amid the raging storm His word 
 
 Speaks peace and courage to our hearts. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1719. ab. 
 
 God leading 
 Ps. cvii. 
 
 L.M. 
 
 139 
 
 1 Give thanks to God ; He reigns above; 
 Kind are His thoughts, His name is Love : 
 His mercv ages past have known, 
 
 And ages long to come shall own. 
 
 2 Let the redeemed of the Lord 
 The wonders of His grace record; 
 Israel, the nation whom He chose, 
 And rescued from their mighty foes. 
 
 3 He feeds and clothes us all the way, 
 He guides our footsteps lest we stray ; 
 He guards us with a powerful hand, 
 And brings us to the heavenly land. 
 
 4 O let the saints with joy record 
 
 The truth aifd goodness of the Lord : 
 How great His works ! how kind His ways ! 
 Let every tongue pronounce His praise. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1719. ab. 
 140 " O Gott du Ticfe sonder Grand." L.M. 
 
 1 Thine, Lord, is wisdom, Thine alone ! 
 
 Justice and truth before Thee stand ; 
 Yet, nearer to Thy sacred throne, 
 Mercy withholds Thy lifted hand. 
 
 2 Each evening shows Thy tender love, 
 
 Each rising morn Thy plenteous grace; 
 Thy wakened wrath doth slowly move, 
 Thy willing mercy flies apace. 
 
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 3 To Thy benign, indulgent care, to ° magnify the Lord with me, 
 
 Father, this light, this breath we owe ; I With me exalt His name : 
 
 And all we have, and all we are, 
 
 From Thee, great Source of being, flow, 
 
 4 Thrice Hcly, Thine the kingdom is, 
 The power omnipotent is Thine; 
 And when created nature dies, 
 Thy never-ceasing glories shine. 
 
 Ernest Lange. (1650 — 1727.) 1711. ab. 
 Tr. by Rev. John Wesley. (1703 — 1791) 1739. 
 
 " Thy if/erey is in the Heavens." 
 Ps. xxxvi. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 141 
 
 1 O Lord, Thy mercy, my sure hope, 
 
 The highest orb of heaven transcends ; 
 Thy sacred truth's unmeasured scope 
 Beyond the spreading sky extends. 
 
 2 Thy justice like the hills remains, 
 
 Unfathomed depths Thy judgments are 
 Thy providence the world sustains, 
 The whole creation is Thy care. 
 
 3 Since of Thy goodness all partake, 
 
 With what assurance should the just 
 
 Thy sheltering wings their refuge make, 
 
 And saints to Thy protection trust. 
 
 4 Such guests shall to Thy courts be led, 
 
 To banquet on Thy love's repast; 
 And drink, as from a fountain's head, 
 Of joys that shall forever last. 
 
 5 With Thee the springs of life remain, 
 
 Thy presence is eternal day ; 
 O let Thy saints Thy favor gain, 
 To upright hearts Thy truth display. 
 
 Tate and Brady. 1696. ab. and alt. 
 
 Safety in God. 
 Ps. xxxiv. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 142 
 
 i Through all the changing scenes of life. 
 In trouble and in joy, 
 The praises of my God shall still 
 My heart and tongue employ. 
 
 2 Of His deliverance I will boast, 
 Till all that are distressed 
 From my example comfort take, 
 And charm their griefs to rest. 
 
 When in distress to Him I called, 
 He to my rescue came. 
 
 4 The hosts of God encamp around 
 
 The dwellings of the just; 
 Deliverance He affords to all 
 Who on His succor trust. 
 
 5 O make but trial of His love: 
 
 Experience will decide 
 How blest are they, and only they, 
 Who in is truth confide. 
 
 6 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. 
 
 Tate and Brady 1696. ab 
 
 I* ^ God's Goodness in moderating Affliction. CM. 
 4o Is. xxvii. 8. 
 
 1 Great Ruler of all nature's frame, 
 
 We own Thy power divine ; 
 We hear Thy breath in every storm, 
 For all the winds are Thine. 
 
 2 Wide as they sweep their sounding way, 
 They work Thy sovereign will; 
 
 And, awed by Thy majestic voice, 
 Confusion shall be still. 
 
 3 Thy mercy tempers every blast 
 To them that seek Thy face, 
 
 And mingles with the tempest's roar 
 The whispers of Thy grace. 
 
 4 Those gentle whispers let me hear, 
 
 Till all the tumult cease ; 
 And gales of Paradise shall lull 
 My weary soul to peace. 
 
 Rev. Philip Doddridge. (1702—1751) 1755. 
 
 "Holy and reverend." 
 Ps. cxi. 9. 
 
 144 
 
 I Holy and reverend is the name 
 Of our eternal King: 
 "Thrice Holy Lord," the angels cry; 
 "Thrice Holy," let us sing. 
 
 C. M. 
 
44 
 
 CHRIST. 
 
 2 The deepest reverence of the mind 
 
 Pay, my soul, to God ; 
 Lift, with thy hands, a holy heart, 
 To His sublime abode. 
 
 3 With sacred awe pronounce His name, 
 
 Whom words nor thoughts can reach ; 
 A contrite heart shall please Him more 
 Than noblest forms of speech. 
 
 4 Thou Holy God, preserve my soul 
 
 From all pollution free ; 
 The pure in heart are Thy delight, 
 And they Thy face shall see. 
 
 Rev. John Needham. 1768. 
 
 Christ's Comi?ig. 
 Ps. xcvi. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 145 
 
 1 SlNG to the Lord, ye distant lands, 
 
 Ye tribes of every tongue : 
 His new discovered grace demands 
 A new and nobler song. 
 
 2 Say to the nations, Jesus reigns, 
 
 God's own almighty Son ; 
 His power the sinking world sustains, 
 And grace surrounds His throne. 
 
 3 Let heaven proclaim the joyful day, 
 
 Joy through the earth be seen; 
 Let cities shine in bright array, 
 And fields in cheerful green. 
 
 4 Let an unusual joy surprise 
 
 The islands of the sea; 
 Ye mountains sink, ye valleys rise, 
 Prepare the Lord His way. 
 
 5 Behold He comes, He comes to bless 
 
 The nations as their God; 
 To show the world His righteousness, 
 And send His truth abroad. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1719. ab. 
 
 "Lo, I come." 
 Ps. 3d. 5—7. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 146 
 
 1 O LORD, how infinite Thy love ! 
 
 How marvellous Thy ways ! 
 Let earth beneath, and Heaven above 
 Combine to sing Thy praise. 
 
 2 Man in immortal beauty shone, 
 
 Thy noblest work below ; 
 Too soon by sin made heir alone 
 To death and endless woe. 
 
 3 Then, ''Lo, I come," the Saviour said: 
 
 O be His name adored ! 
 And with His blood our ransom paid, 
 And life and bliss restored. 
 
 4 O Lord, how infinite Thy love ! 
 
 How marvellous Thy ways ! 
 Let earth beneath, and Heaven above, 
 Combine to sing Thy praise. 
 
 Miss Harriet Auber. (1773 — 1S62.) 1829. 
 
 14/ Praise to the Redeemer. CM. 
 
 1 PLUNGED in a gulf of dark despair, 
 
 We wretched sinners lay, 
 Without one cheerful beam of hope, 
 Or spark of glimmering day. 
 
 2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace 
 
 Beheld our helpless grief; 
 He saw, and (O amazing love !) 
 He ran to our relief. 
 
 3 Down from the shining seats above, 
 
 With joyful haste He fled, 
 Entered the grave in mortal flesh, 
 And dwelt among the dead. 
 
 4 O for this love, let rocks and hills 
 
 Their lasting silence break ; 
 And all harmonious human tongues 
 The Saviour's praises speak. 
 
 5 Angels, assist our mighty joys, 
 
 Strike all your harps of gold ; 
 But when you raise your highest notes, 
 His love can ne'er be told. 
 
 • Rev. Isaac Watts. 1709. ab. 
 
 Wisdom. 
 Prov. viii. 22 — 31. 
 
 148 
 
 1 Ere God had built the mountains, 
 
 Or raised the fruitful hills; 
 Before He filled the fountains 
 
 That feed the running rills; 
 In me from everlasting 
 
 The wonderful I Am 
 Found pleasures never wasting, 
 
 And Wisdom is My name. 
 
 2 When like a tent to dwell in, 
 
 He spread the skies abroad, 
 And swathed about the swelling 
 Of ocean's mighty flood; 
 
 6, 7. D. 
 
 
CHRIST 
 
 45 
 
 He vvi ought by weight and measure, 
 And I was with Him then; 
 
 Myself the Father's pleasure, 
 And mine the sons of men. 
 
 3 Thus wisdom's words discover 
 
 Thy glory and Thy grace, 
 Thou everlasting Lover 
 
 Of our unworthy race : 
 Thy gracious eyes surveyed us 
 
 Ere stars were seen above ; 
 In wisdom Thou hast made us, 
 
 And died for us in love. 
 
 4 And couldst Thou be delighted 
 
 With creatures such as we, 
 Who, when we saw Thee, slighted, 
 
 And nailed Thee to a tree ? 
 Unfathomable wonder, 
 
 And mystery divine : 
 The voice, that speaks in thunder, 
 
 Says, "Sinner, I am thine." 
 
 William Cowper. (1731 — 1800.) 1779. 
 149 "IVic Soil ick dich empfangen." 6, 7. D. 
 
 i O how shall I receive Thee, 
 
 How meet Thee on Thy way ; 
 Blest hope of every nation, 
 
 My soul's delight and stay? 
 O Jesus, Jesus, give me 
 
 Now by Thine own pure light, 
 To know whate'er is pleasing 
 
 And welcome in Thy sight. 
 
 2 Thy Zion palms is strewing, 
 
 And branches fresh and fair; 
 My soul, in praise awaking, 
 
 Her anthem shall prepare. 
 Perpetual thanks and praises 
 
 Forth from my heart shall spring ; 
 And to Thy Name the service 
 
 Of all my powers I bring. 
 
 3 Ye who with guilty terror 
 
 Are trembling, fear no more : 
 With love and grace the Saviour 
 
 Shall you to hope restore. 
 He comes, who contrite sinners 
 
 Will with the children place, 
 The children of His Father, 
 
 The heirs of life and grace. 
 
 Rev. Paul Gerhardt. (1606 — 1676.) 1653. 
 Tr. by Rev. Arthur Tozer Russell. (1806—) 1848- ab. 
 
 t H-n The Deity and Humanity ef Christ. L. M. 
 A O John i. 1, 3, 14. 
 
 1 Ere the blue heav'ns were stretch'd abroad, 
 From everlasting was the Word ; 
 
 With God He was, the Word was God, 
 And must divinely be adored. 
 
 2 By His own power were all things made; 
 By Him supported, all things stand : 
 
 He is the whole creation's head, 
 And angels fly at His command. 
 
 3 But lo, He leaves those heavenly forms ; 
 The Word descends and dwells in clay , 
 
 That He may hold converse with worms, 
 Dressed in such feeble flesh as they. 
 
 4 Mortals with joy beheld His face, 
 Th' eternal Father's only Son ; 
 
 How full of truth, how full of grace, 
 
 When through His eyes the Godhead shone. 
 
 5 Archangels leave their high abode, 
 To learn new mysteries here, and tell 
 
 The love of our descending God, 
 The glories of Immanuel. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1709. ah. 
 J- J * God the Son equal with the Father. L. M. 
 
 1 Bright King of glory, dreadful God, 
 Our" spirits bow before Thy seat ; 
 
 To Thee we lift an humble thought, 
 And worship at Thine awful feet. 
 
 2 A thousand seraphs, strong and bright, 
 Stand round the glorious Deity; 
 
 But who among the sons of light 
 Pretends comparison with Thee? 
 
 3 Yet there is one, of human frame, 
 Jesus, arrayed in flesh and blood, 
 
 Thinks it no robbery to claim 
 A full equality with God. 
 
 4 Then let the name of Christ, our King, 
 With equal honors be adored; 
 
 His praise let every angel sing, 
 
 And all the nations own Him Lord. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1709. :.b. 
 
 ' Macht hock die Thiir." 
 Ps. xxiv. 
 
 152 
 
 1 Liet up your heads, ye mighty gates, 
 Behold the King of glory waits ; 
 The King of kings is drawing near, 
 The Saviour of the world is here. 
 
 L. M. 
 
4 6 
 
 CHRIST. 
 
 2 The Lord is just, a helper tried, 
 Mercy is ever at His side ; 
 
 His kingly crown is holiness, 
 His sceptre, pity in distress. 
 
 3 O blest the land, the city blest 
 Where Christ, the Ruler is confessed: 
 O happy hearts and happy homes, 
 To whom this King of triumph comes. 
 
 4 Fling wide the portals of your heart, 
 Make it a temple set apart 
 
 From earthly use for heaven's employ, 
 Adorned with prayer and love and joy. 
 
 5 Redeemer, come, I open wide 
 
 My heart to Thee ; here, Lord, abide : 
 Let me Thy inner presence feel, 
 Thy grace and love in me reveal. 
 
 6 So come, my Sovereign, enter in ; 
 Let new and nobler life begin : 
 Thy Holy Spirit guide us on, 
 Until our glorious goal is won. 
 
 Rev. George Weissel. (1500 — 1635.) Bet. 1623— 1635. 
 Tr. by Miss Catherine Winkworth. (1829 — ) 1855. ab. andalt. 
 
 God's Goodness to Man. 
 Ps. viii. 
 
 CM. 
 
 153 
 
 i O Lord, how good, how great art Thou, 
 In heaven and earth the same; 
 There angels at Thy footstool bow, 
 Here babes Thy grace proclaim. 
 
 2 When glorious in the nightly sky 
 
 Thy moon and stars I see, 
 O, what is man, I wondering cry, 
 To be so loved by Thee. 
 
 3 To him Thou hourly deign'st to give 
 
 New mercies from on high ; 
 Didst quit Thy Throne with him to live, 
 For him in pain to die. 
 
 4 Close to Thine own bright seraphim 
 
 His favored path is trod; 
 And all beside are serving him, 
 That he may serve his God. 
 
 5 O Lord, how good, how great art Thou, 
 
 In heaven and earth the same: 
 There angels at Thy footstool bow, 
 Here babes Thy grace proclaim. 
 
 Rev. Henry Francis Lyte. (1793 — 1847.) I 834- 
 
 ^j4 The approaching Saviour. CM, 
 
 i Messiah, at Thy glad approach 
 The howling wilds are still ; 
 Thy praises fill the lonely waste, 
 And breathe from every hill. 
 
 2 The hidden fountains, at Thy call, 
 
 Their sacred stores unlock ; 
 Loud in the desert sudden streams 
 Burst living from the rock. 
 
 3 The incense of the spring ascends 
 Upon the morning gale ; 
 
 Red o'er the hill the roses bloom, 
 The lilies in the vale. 
 
 4 Renewed, the earth a robe of light, 
 
 A robe of beauty wears ; 
 And in new heavens a brighter sun 
 Leads on the promised years. 
 
 5 Let Israel to the Prince of Peace 
 
 The loud hosanna sing; 
 With hallelujahs and with hymns, 
 O Zion, hail thy King. 
 
 Michael Bruce. (1746 — 1767.) 1781. ab. 
 
 The Saviour s Errand. 
 Is. lxi. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 155 
 
 1 Hark, the glad sound, the Saviour comes, 
 
 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. 
 
 4 He comes, the broken heart to bind, 
 
 The bleeding soul to cure, 
 And with the treasures of His grace 
 To 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. 
 
 Rev. Philip Doddridge. (1702 — 1751.) 1735. 
 
CHRIST. 
 
 47 
 
 'Joy to ike World.' 
 Ps. xcviii. 
 
 CM. 
 
 156 
 
 I Joy to the world, the Lord is come : 
 Let earth receive her King; 
 Let every heart prepare Him room, 
 And heaven and nature sing. 
 
 2 Joy to the earth, the Saviour reigns : 
 
 Let men their songs employ ; 
 While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains, 
 Repeat the sounding joy. 
 
 3 No more let sins and sorrows grow, 
 
 Nor thorns infest the ground : 
 He comes to make His blessings flow 
 Far as the curse is found. 
 
 4 He rules the world with truth and grace, 
 
 And makes the nations prove 
 The glories of His righteousness, 
 And wonders of His love. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1719. 
 
 I£m The Messiah' 's Coming and Kingdom. CM. 
 O / Is. ix. 1 — 7. 
 
 1 The race that long in darkqess pined 
 
 Have seen a glorious Light ; 
 The people dwell in Day, who dwelt 
 In Death's surrounding night. 
 
 2 To hail Thy rise, Thou better Sun, 
 
 The gathering nations come, 
 
 Joyous as when the reapers bear 
 
 The harvest-treasures home. 
 
 3 For Thou our burden hast removed, 
 
 And quelled th' oppressor's sway, 
 Quick as the slaughtered squadrons fell 
 In Midian's evil day. 
 
 4 To us a Child of Hope is born, 
 
 To us a Son is given ; 
 Him shall the tribes of earth obey, 
 Him all the hosts of heaven. 
 
 5 His name shall be the Prince of Peace, 
 
 Forevermore adored, 
 The Wonderful, the Counsellor, 
 The great and mighty Lord. 
 
 6 His power increasing still shall spread, 
 
 His reign no end shall know : 
 
 Justice shall guard His throne above, 
 And Peace abound below. 
 
 Rev. John Morrison. (1749 — 1798.) 1770. 
 *5" Christmas Carol CM. 
 
 i It came upon the midnight clear, 
 That glorious song of old, 
 From angels bending near the earth, 
 To touch their harps of gold: 
 " Peace on the earth, good will to men 
 From heaven's all gracious King." 
 The world in solemn stillness lay 
 To hear the angels sing. 
 
 2 Still through the cloven skies they come, 
 
 With peaceful wings unfurled ; 
 And still their heavenly music floats 
 
 O'er all the weary world : 
 Above its sad and lowly plains 
 
 They bend on hovering wing, 
 And ever o'er its Babel sounds 
 
 The blessed angels sing. 
 
 3 Rut with the woes of sin and strife 
 
 The world has suffered long ; 
 Beneath the angel-strain have rolled 
 
 Two thousand years of wrong ; 
 And man, at war with man, hears not 
 
 The love song which they bring : 
 O hush the noise, ye men of strife, 
 
 And hear the angels sing. 
 
 4 And ye, beneath life's crushing load 
 
 Whose forms are bending low, 
 Who toil along the climbing way, 
 
 With painful steps and slow, — 
 Look now ; for glad and golden hours 
 
 Come swiftly on the wing : 
 O rest beside the weary road, 
 
 And hear the angels sing. 
 
 5 For lo, the days are hastening on 
 
 By prophet bards foretold, 
 When with the evei circling years 
 
 Comes round the age of gold : 
 When Peace shall over all the earth 
 
 Its ancient splendors fling, 
 And the whole world give back the song 
 
 Which now the angels sing. 
 
 Rev. Edmund Hamilton Sears. (1810 — ) 185a 
 
4 8 
 
 CHRIST. 
 
 159 Christinas Song. CM. 
 
 1 Calm on the listening ear of night 
 
 Come heaven's melodious strains, 
 Where wild Judea stretches far 
 
 Her silver-mantled plains ; 
 Celestial choirs from courts above 
 
 Shed sacred glories there ; 
 And angels, with their sparkling lyres, 
 
 Make music on the air. 
 
 2 The answering hills of Palestine 
 
 Send back the glad reply, 
 And greet from all their holy heights 
 
 The day-spring from on high : 
 O'er the blue depths of Galilee 
 
 There comes a holier calm ; 
 And Sharon waves in solemn praise 
 
 Her silent groves of palm. 
 
 3 Glory to God ! the lofty strain 
 
 The realm of ether fills ; 
 How sweeps the song of solemn joy 
 
 O'er Judah's sacred hills ! 
 " Glory to God !" the sounding skies 
 
 Loud with their anthems ring: 
 " Peace on the earth; good-will to men, 
 
 From heaven's eternal King." 
 4. Light on thy hills, Jerusalem ! 
 
 The Saviour now is born : 
 More bright on Bethlehem's joyous plains 
 
 Breaks the first Christmas morn; 
 And brighter on Moriah's brow, 
 
 Crowned with her temple-spires, 
 Which first proclaim the new-born light, 
 
 Clothed with its orient fires. 
 
 5 This day shall Christian tongues be mute, 
 
 And Christian hearts be cold? 
 O catch the anthem that from heaven 
 
 O'er Judah's mountains rolled ! 
 When nightly burst from seraph-harps 
 
 The high and solemn lay, — 
 " Glory to God; on earth be peace; 
 
 Salvation comes to-day !" 
 
 Rev. Edmund Hamilton Sears. 1835. 
 
 Song 0/ the A ngels. 
 Luke ii. 7 — 15. 
 
 l60 
 
 I While shepherds watched their flocks by 
 All seated on the ground, [ n 'ght, 
 
 The angel of the Lord came down, 
 And glory shone around. 
 
 2 " Fear not," said he, for mighty dread 
 
 Had seized their troubled mind ; 
 "Glad tidings of great joy I bring 
 To you, and all mankind. 
 
 3 "To you, in David's town, this day, 
 
 Is born of David's line, 
 The Saviour, who is Christ, the Lord; 
 And this shall be the sign : 
 
 4 "The heavenly babe you there shall find 
 
 To human view displayed, 
 All meanly wrapped in swathing bands, 
 And in a manger laid." 
 
 5 Thus spake the seraph, and forthwith 
 
 Appeared a shining throng 
 Of angels, praising God, and thus 
 Addressed their joyful song: 
 
 6 " All glory be to God on high, 
 
 And to the earth be peace ; 
 Good-will henceforth from heaven to men 
 Begin, and never cease." 
 
 Tate and Brady's Supplement. 1703. 
 
 1 O I The Nativity of Christ. C. M. 
 
 i Mortals, awake, with angels join, 
 And chant the solemn lay; 
 Joy, love, and gratitude combine 
 To hail the auspicious day. 
 
 2 In heaven the rapturous song began, 
 And sweet seraphic fire 
 
 Through all the shining regions ran, 
 And strung and tuned the lyre. 
 
 3 Swift through the vast expanse it flew, 
 
 And loud the echo rolled; 
 The theme, the song, the joy, was new, 
 'T was more than heaven could hold. 
 
 4 Down to the portals of the sky 
 
 The impetuous torrent ran ; 
 And angels rushed with eager joy, 
 To bear the news to man. 
 
 5 Hark, the cherubic armies shout, 
 And glory leads the song; 
 
 Good-will and peace are heard throughout 
 The harmonious heavenly throng. 
 
 6 With joy the chorus we repeat, 
 " Glory to God on high ! 
 
 Good-will and peace are now complete ; 
 Jesus was born to die." 
 
 Rev. Samuel Medley. (1738 — 1799.) 1800. ab. 
 
CHRIST, 
 
 49 
 
 1 02 "Adeste fideks." II- 
 
 1 O COME, all ye faithful, triumphantly sing, 
 Come, see in the manger the angels' dread 
 
 King; 
 To Bethlehem hasten, with joyful accord; 
 O hasten, O hasten, to worship the Lord. 
 
 2 True Son of the Father, He comes from 
 
 the skies ; 
 
 The womb of the Virgin He doth not de- 
 spise ; 
 
 To Bethlehem hasten, with joyful accord; 
 
 O hasten, O hasten, to worship the Lord. 
 
 3 O hark to the angels, all singing in heaven, 
 ' ' To God in the highest, all glory be given. " 
 To Bethlehem hasten, with joyful accord, 
 O hasten, O hasten, to worship the Lord. 
 
 4 To Thee, then, O Jesus, this day of Thy 
 
 birth, 
 Be glory and honor through heaven and 
 
 earth ; 
 True Godhead Incarnate, Omnipotent 
 
 Word : 
 
 hasten, O hasten, to worship the Lord. 
 
 Unknown Author, of uncertain date. 
 Tr. by Rev. EdwardCaswalL (1814 — ) 1849. 
 
 T6Q " Christ is born." 8,3,3,6,8,3,3,6. 
 
 * ^O Luke ii. 11. 
 
 i All my heart this night rejoices, 
 
 As I hear, 
 
 Far and near, 
 Sweetest angel voices : 
 "Christ is born," their choirs are singing, 
 
 Till the air 
 
 Every-where 
 Now with joy is ringing. 
 
 2 Hark, a voice from yonder manger, 
 
 Soft and sweet, 
 
 Doth entreat, 
 " Flee from woe and danger ; 
 Brethren, come : from all that grieves you 
 
 You are freed; 
 
 All ycu need 
 
 1 will surely give you." 
 
 3 Come then, let us hasten yonder; 
 
 Here let all, 
 Great and small, 
 Kneel in awe and wonder; 
 4 
 
 Love Him who with love i: yearning : 
 
 Hail the star 
 
 That from far 
 Bright with hope is burning. 
 
 4 Ye who pine in weary sadness, 
 
 Weep no more, 
 
 For the door 
 Now is found of gladness : 
 Cling to Him, for He will guide you 
 
 Where no cross, 
 
 Pain or loss, 
 Can again betide you. 
 
 5 Blessed Saviour, let me find Thee ; 
 
 Keep Thou me 
 
 Close to Thee, 
 Cast me not behind Thee : 
 Life of life, my heart Thou stillest, 
 
 Calm I rest 
 
 On Thy breast, 
 All this void Thou fillest. 
 
 6 Heedfully my Lord I'll cherish;, 
 
 Live to Thee, 
 
 And with Thee 
 Dying, shall not perish ; 
 But shall dwell with Thee forever, 
 
 Far on high, 
 
 In the joy 
 That can alter never. 
 
 Rev. Paul GerhardL (1606 — 1676.) 1651. 
 Tr. by Miss Catherine Winkworth. (1S29 — ) 1858. 3b, 
 
 IO4 Song- of the Angels. 8, 7. 
 
 1 Hark, what mean those holy voices, 
 
 Sweetly warbling in the skies ? 
 Sure th' angelic host rejoices, 
 Loudest hallelujahs rise. 
 
 2 Listen to the wondrous story, 
 
 Which they chant in hymns of joy: 
 " Glory in the highest, glory, 
 Glory be to God most high. 
 
 3 "Peace on earth, good-will from heaven, 
 
 Reaching far as man is found; 
 Souls redeemed, and sins forgiven, 
 Loud our golden harps shall sound. 
 
 4 " Christ is born, the great Anointed; 
 
 Heaven and earth His glory sing: 
 Glad receive whom God appointed 
 For your Prophet, Priest, and King, 
 
5° 
 
 CHRIST. 
 
 5 "Hasten, mortals, to adore Him; 
 
 Learn His name and taste His joy: 
 Till in heaven you sing before Him, 
 'Glory be to God most high.' " 
 
 6 Let us learn the wondrous story 
 
 Of our great Redeemer's birth, 
 Spread the brightness of His glory, 
 Till it cover all the earth. 
 
 Rev. John Cawood. (1775 — 1852.) 1819. 
 105 Desired 0/ all Nations. 8,7. 
 
 1 Come, Thou long-expected Jesus, 
 
 Born to set Thy people free : 
 From our fears and sins release us, 
 Let us find our rest in Thee. 
 
 2 Israel's Strength and Consolation, 
 
 Hope of all the earth Thou art ; 
 Dear Desire of every nation, 
 Joy of every longing heart. 
 
 3 Rorn Thy people to deliver, 
 
 Born a Child, and yet a King, 
 Born to reign in us for ever, 
 
 Now Thy gracious kingdom bring. 
 
 4 By Thine own eternal Spirit, 
 
 Rule in all our hearts alone ; 
 By Thine all-sufficient merit, 
 
 Raise us to Thy glorious throne. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708 — 17S8.) 1744. 
 
 1 O O T / ie s l a d Song. 8,7. 
 
 i Hark, the hosts of heaven are singing 
 Praises to their new-born Lord, 
 Strains of sweetest music flinging, 
 Not a note or word unheard. 
 
 2 On this night, all nights excelling, 
 
 God's high praises sounded forth, 
 While the angels' songs were telling 
 Of the Lord's mysterious birth. 
 
 3 Through the darkness, strangely splendid 
 
 Flashed the light on shepherds' eyes; 
 As their lowly flocks they tended, 
 Came new tidings from the skies. 
 
 4 All the hosts of heaven are chanting 
 
 Songs with power to stir and thrill, 
 And the universe is panting 
 Jt>y's deep longings to fulfil. 
 
 5 On this day then through creation 
 Let the glorious hymn ring out ; 
 Let men hail the great salvation, 
 
 "God with us," with song and shout. 
 
 Rev. Edward Hayes Plumptre. (1821 — ) ;866. ab. 
 
 1 O/ Praise for Redemption. 3, 7. 
 
 i Mighty God, while angels bless Thee, 
 May a mortal sing Thy name ? 
 Lord of men, as well as angels, 
 Thou art every creature's theme. 
 
 2 Lord of every land and nation, 
 
 Ancient cf eternal days, 
 Sounded through the wide creation, 
 Be Thy just and lawful praise. 
 
 3 For the grandeur of Thy nature, 
 
 Grand beyond a seraph's thought; 
 For the wonders of creation, 
 
 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 For Thy rich, Thy free redemption, 
 
 Bright, though veiled in darkness lcr.~, 
 Thought is poor, and poor expression; 
 Who can sing that wondrous song? 
 
 Rev. Robert Robinson. (1735 — 1790.) 1774. alt. 
 I OO Christ Praised. 3, 7. 
 
 1 Brightness of the Father's glory, 
 
 Shall Thy praise unuttered lie ? 
 
 Fly, my tongue, such guilty silence, 
 
 Sing the Lord who came to die. 
 
 2 Did archangels sing Thy coming? 
 
 Did the shepherds learn their lays? 
 Shame would cover me ungrateful, 
 Should my tongue refuse to praise. 
 
 3 From the highest throne of glory, 
 
 To the cross of deepest woe — 
 All to ransom guilty captives : 
 Flow, my praise, forever flow. 
 
 4 Go, return, immortal Saviour, 
 
 Leave Thy footstool, take Thy throne ; 
 Thence return and reign forcer ; 
 Be the Kingdom all Thine own. 
 
 Rev. Robert Robinson. 1774. si. alt. 
 
CHRIST. 
 
 5- 
 
 IOy " O sola magnarum urbium." *>, 7- 
 
 i Bethlehem, of noblest cities 
 
 None can once with thee compare ; 
 Thou alone the Lord from Heaven 
 Didst for us Incarnate bear. 
 
 2 Fairer than the sun at morning 
 
 Was the star that told His birth; 
 To the lands their God announcing, 
 Hid beneath a form of earth. 
 
 3 By its lambent beauty guided, 
 
 See, the Eastern kings appear; 
 See them bend, their gifts to offer, 
 Gifts of incense, gold, and myrrh. 
 
 4 Offerings of mystic meaning: 
 
 Incense doth the God disclose; 
 Gold a royal child proclaimeth ; 
 Myrrh a future tomb foreshows. 
 
 5 Holy Jesus, in Thy brightness 
 
 To the Gentile world displayed ! 
 With the Father, and the Spirit, 
 Endless praise to Thee be paid. 
 
 Aurelius Clemens Prudentius. (348 — 413) 
 Tr. by Rev. Edward Caswall. (1014 — ) 1849. 
 
 I 7® " Christ the Lord is bom To-day." 7- D - 
 
 1 Hark the herald angels sing, 
 " Glory to the new born King! 
 Peace on earth, and mercy mild, 
 God and sinners reconciled !" 
 Joyful all ye nations, rise, 
 
 Join the triumph of the skies ; 
 
 Universal nature say, 
 
 "Christ the Lord is born to-day." 
 
 2 Christ, by highest heaven adored ! 
 Christ the everlasting Lord ! 
 Late in time behold Him come, 
 Offspring of a Virgin's womb ! 
 Veiled in flesh the Godhead see, 
 Hail, the incarnate Deity! 
 Pleased as Man with men to dwell, 
 Jesus, our Immanuel. 
 
 3 Hail, the heavenly Prince of Peace! 
 Hail, the Sun of Righteousness ! 
 Light and life to all He brings, 
 Risen with healing in His wings. 
 Mild He lays His glory by, 
 
 Born that man no more may die, 
 
 Born to raise the sons of earth, 
 Born to sWe them second birth. 
 
 4 Come, Desire of nations, come, 
 Fix in us Thy humble home ; 
 
 Rise, the Woman's conquering seed, 
 
 Bruise in us the serpent's head. 
 
 Now display Thy saving power, 
 
 Ruined nature now restore ; 
 
 Now in mystic union join 
 
 Thine to ours, and ours to Thine. 
 
 5 Adam's likeness, Lord, efface, 
 Stamp Thy image in its place; 
 Second Adam from above, 
 Reinstate us in Thy love. 
 
 Let us Thee, though lost, regain, 
 Thee, the Life, the Inner man : 
 O, to all Thyself impart, 
 Formed in each believing heart. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. 1739 alt. 
 I'7^ The Names and Offices of Christ. 7- L) - 
 
 i Bright and joyful is the morn, 
 For to us a Child is born ; 
 From the highest realms of heaven 
 Unto us a Son is given. 
 On His shoulder He shall bear 
 Power and majesty, and wear 
 On His vesture and His thigh 
 Names most awful, names most high. 
 
 2 Wonderful in counsel, He, 
 The incarnate Deity, 
 Sire of ages ne'er to cease, 
 King of kings, and Prince of Peace. 
 Come and worship at His feet, 
 Yield to Christ the homage meet; 
 From His manger to His throne, 
 Homage due to God alone. 
 
 James Montgomery. (1771 — 1854.) I 8S3- 
 
 It-, r-% The Coming of the Messiah 7 . 
 
 / * Is. ix. 6. 
 
 1 Hail, all hail the joyful morn ! 
 
 Tell it forth from earth to heaven, 
 That " to us a Child is born," 
 That " to us a Son is given." 
 
 2 Angels bending from the sky, 
 
 Chanted at the wondrous birth, 
 "Glory be to God on high, 
 Peace, good-will to man on earth." 
 
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 CHRIST. 
 
 3 Him prophetic strains proclaim 
 
 King of kings, the Incarnate Word ; 
 Great and wonderful His name, 
 Prince of Peace, the Mighty God. 
 
 4 Join we then our feeble lays, 
 
 To the chorus of the sky; 
 And, in songs of grateful praise, 
 Glory give to God on high. 
 
 Miss Harriet Auber. (1773 — 1862.) 1829. 
 / O Response to the Song 0/ the A ngels. 7 • 
 
 i Hail the night, all hail the morn, 
 When the Prince of Peace was born : 
 When, amid the watchful fold, 
 Tidings good the angel told. 
 
 2 Now our solemn chant we raise 
 Duly to the Saviour's praise; 
 Now with carol hymns we bless 
 Christ the Lord, our Righteousness. 
 
 3 While resounds the joyful cry, 
 " Glory be to God on high, 
 Peace on earth, good-will to men!" 
 Gladly we respond, "Amen !" 
 
 4 We in perfect peace would live, 
 We to God would glory give ; 
 Lauding, with the heavenly host, 
 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 
 
 From the German. The Sabbath Hymn Book. 1858. ab. 
 
 It-, a " Watchman, what of the Night f" 7 
 
 74 is. xxi. 11. 7 
 
 1 Watchman, tell us of the night, 
 
 What its signs of promise are: 
 Traveller, o'er yon mountain's height 
 See that glory-beaming star ! 
 
 2 Watchman, does its beauteous ray 
 
 Aught of joy or hope foretell? 
 Traveller, yes ; it brings the day, 
 Promised day of Israel. 
 
 3 Watchman, tell us of the night ; 
 
 Higher yet that star ascends : 
 Traveller, blessedness and light, 
 
 Peace and truth, its course portends. 
 
 4 Watchman, will its beams alone 
 
 Gild the spot that gave them birth? 
 Traveller, ages are its own, 
 
 See, it bursts o'er all the earth. 
 
 5 Watchman, tell us of the night, 
 
 For the morning seems to dawn : 
 
 Traveller, darkness takes its flight, 
 
 Doubt and terror are withdrawn. 
 
 6 Watchman, let thy wanderings cease ; 
 
 Hie thee to thy quiet home: 
 Traveller, lo, the Prince of Peace, 
 Lo, the Son of God is come ! 
 
 Sir John Bowring. (1792 — 1S72.) 1825. si. alt 
 175 The Star of Jacob. 7- 
 
 i Sons of men, behold from far, 
 Hail the long-expected star: 
 Jacob's Star, that gilds the night, 
 Guides bewildered nature right. 
 
 2 Fear not hence that ill should flow, 
 Wars or pestilence below : 
 
 Wars it bids and tumults cease, 
 Ushering in the Prince of Peace. 
 
 3 Mild He shines on all beneath, 
 Piercing through the shades of death, 
 Scattering error's wide-spread night, 
 Kindling darkness into light. 
 
 4 Nations all, far off and near, 
 Haste to see your God appear ; 
 Haste, for Him your hearts prepare, 
 Meet Him manifested there. 
 
 5 There behold the day-spring rise, 
 Pouring eye-sight on your eyes; 
 God in His own light survey, 
 Shining to the perfect day. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708— 17S8.) 1735. 
 I 7^ The angelic Choir. H. M. 
 
 1 Hark, what celestial sounds, 
 
 What music fills the air ? 
 Soft warbling to the morn, 
 
 It strikes the ravished ear ; 
 Now all is still; I In tuneful notes, 
 Now wild it floats | Loud, sweet, and shrilL 
 
 2 The angelic hosts descend 
 
 With harmony divine ; 
 See how from heaven they bend, 
 
 And in full chorus join : 
 "Fear not," say they; I Jesus, your King, 
 "Great joy we bring: | Is born to-day. 
 
 3 " He comes, your souls to save 
 
 From death's eternal gloom ; 
 
CHRIST. 
 
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 To realms of bliss and light 
 He lifts you from the tomb : 
 Your voices raise ; I Your songs unite 
 
 With sons of light | Of endless praise. 
 
 4 " Glory to God on high ! 
 
 Ye mortals, spread the sound, 
 And let your raptures fly 
 To earth's remotest bound; 
 For peace on earth, I To man is given, 
 From God in heaven | At Jesus' birth." 
 
 Salisbury Collection. 1778. ab. and alt. 
 177 Good Will to Men. H . M . 
 
 i Lo, God, our God, has come \ 
 To us a Child is born, 
 To us a Son is given ; 
 
 Bless, bless the blessed morn, 
 O happy, lowly, lofty birth, 
 Now God, our God, has come to earth. 
 
 2 Rejoice, our God has come, 
 
 In love and lowliness ; 
 The Son of God has come, 
 
 The sons of men to bless : 
 God with us now descends to dwell, 
 God in our flesh, Immanuel. 
 
 3 Praise ye the Word made flesh ! 
 
 True God, true man is He : 
 Praise ye the Christ of God ! 
 To whom all glory be : 
 Praise ye the Lamb that once was slain, 
 Praise ye the King that comes to reign. 
 
 Rev. Horatius Bonar. (1808—) 1866. 
 
 Unto us a Child is torn." 
 Is. ix. 6. 
 
 H. M. 
 
 178 
 
 1 The long-expected morn 
 
 Has dawned upon the earth ; 
 The Saviour Christ is born, 
 
 And angels sing His birth : 
 We'll join the bright seraphic throng, 
 We'll share their joys, and swell their song. 
 
 2 Now sing of peace divine, 
 
 Of grace to guilty man ; 
 No wisdom, Lord, but Thine 
 
 Could form the wondrous plan : 
 Where peace and righteousness embrace, 
 And justice goes along with grace. 
 
 3 Give praise to God on high, 
 
 With angels round His throne; 
 Give praise to God with joy, 
 Give praise to God alone: 
 'Tis meet His saints their song should raise, 
 And give the Saviour endless praise. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Kelly. (1769 — 1855.) 1806, 1836. ab. 
 ■*•/;/ "-Bear the Tidings round." H. M. 
 
 i Hark, hark, the notes of joy 
 Roll o'er the heavenly plains, 
 And seraphs find employ 
 For their sublimest strains ; 
 Some new delight in heaven is known ; 
 Loud ring the harps around the throne. 
 
 2 Hark, hark, the sounds draw nigh, 
 
 The joyful hosts descend ; 
 Jesus forsakes the sky, 
 
 To earth His footsteps bend; 
 He comes to bless our fallen race, 
 He comes with messages of grace. 
 
 3 Bear, bear the tidings round; 
 
 Let every mortal know 
 What love in God is found, 
 
 What pity He can show : 
 Ye winds that blow, ye waves that roll, 
 Bear the glad news from pole to pole. 
 
 4 Strike, strike the harps again, 
 
 To great Immanuel's name; 
 Arise, ye sons of men, 
 
 And all His grace proclaim : 
 Angels and men, wake every string, 
 'Tis God the Saviour's praise we sing. 
 
 Rev. Andrew Reed. (1787 — 1862.) 1842. 
 180 
 
 : The Debt vie owe." 
 
 H. M. 
 
 1 Come, every pious heart 
 
 That loves the Saviour's name, 
 Your noblest power exert 
 To celebrate His fame : 
 Tell all above, I The debt of love 
 
 And all below, | To Him you owe. 
 
 2 He left His starry crown, 
 And laid His robes aside; 
 On wings of love came down, 
 And wept, and bled, and died ; 
 What He endured, I To save our souls 
 O who can tell, | From death and helL 
 
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 CH R I S 
 
 
 3 From the dark grave He rose, 
 
 The mansion of the dead; 
 And thence His mighty foes 
 
 In glorious triumph led: 
 Up through the sky I And reigns on high, 
 The conqueror rode, | The Saviour, God. 
 
 4 From thence He'll quickly come, 
 
 His chariot will not stay, 
 And bear our spirits home 
 
 To realms of endless day: 
 There shall we see I And ever be 
 His lovely face, | In His embrace. 
 
 5 Jesus, we ne'er can pay 
 
 The debt we owe Thy love ; 
 Yet tell us how we may 
 
 Our gratitude approve: 
 Our hearts, our all, I The gift though small 
 To Thee we give ; | Do Thou receive. 
 
 Rev. Samuel Stennett. (1727 — 1795.) 1787. 
 
 I8l 
 
 ' ' Good Tidings of great "Joy. ' ' 
 Luke ii. 10. 
 
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 1 AxGELS, from the realms of glory, 
 
 Wing your flight o'er all the earth, 
 Yc who sang creation's story, 
 Now proclaim Messiah's birth : 
 
 Come and worship, 
 Worship Christ, the new-born King. 
 
 2 Shepherds, in the field abiding, 
 
 Watching o'er your flocks by night, 
 God with man is now residing ; 
 
 Yonder shines the infant-light : 
 Come and worship, 
 Worship Christ, the new-born King. 
 
 3 Sages, leave your contemplations, 
 
 Brighter visions beam afar ; 
 
 Seek the great Desire of nations ; 
 
 Ye have seen His natal star: 
 
 Come and worship, 
 Worship Christ, the new-born King. 
 
 4 Saints, before the altar bending, 
 
 Watching long in hope and fear, 
 Suddenly the Lord, descending, 
 In His temple shall appear: 
 
 Come and worship, 
 Worship Christ, the new-born King. 
 
 5 Sinners, wrung with true repentance, 
 Doomed for guilt to endless pains, 
 Justice now revokes the sentence ; 
 Mercy calls you, break your chains: 
 
 Come and worship, 
 Worship Christ, the new-born King. 
 
 James Montgomery. (1771 — 1854.) 1819, 1825. 
 Io2 Christ's Coming. . 8,7. 
 
 1 Jesus came, the heavens adoring, 
 
 Came with peace from realms on high; 
 Jesus came for man's redemption, 
 Lowly came on earth to die; 
 
 Hallelujah ! Hallelujah ! 
 Came in deep humility. 
 
 2 Jesus comes again in mercy, 
 
 When our hearts are bowed with care ; 
 Jesus comes again in answer 
 To an earnest heartfelt prayer; 
 
 Hallelujah ! Hallelujah ! 
 Comes to save us from despair. 
 
 3 Jesus comes to hearts rejoicing, 
 
 Bringing news of sins forgiven ; 
 Jesus comes in sounds of gladness, 
 Leading souls redeemed to heaven ; 
 
 Hallelujah ! Hallelujah ! 
 Now the gate of death is riven. 
 
 4 Jesus comes in joy and sorrow, 
 
 Shares alike our hopes and fears ; 
 Jesus comes whate'er befalls us, 
 
 Glads our hearts, and dries our tears ; 
 
 Hallelujah ! Hallelujah ! 
 Cheering e'en our failing years. 
 
 5 Jesus comes on clouds triumphant, 
 
 When the heavens shall pass away ; 
 Jesus comes again in glory ; 
 Let us then our homage pay, 
 Hallelujah ! ever singing, 
 Till the dawn of endless day. 
 
 Rev. Godfrey thrin^. (1S23— ) 1S66. 
 I83 "Star 0/ the East." II, IO. 
 
 I Brightest and best of the sons of i.v: 
 morning, 
 Dawn on our darkness and lend usthi"? 
 aid ; 
 Star of the East, the horizon adorning, 
 Guide where our infant Redeemer is lr.:.!. 
 
CHRIST. 
 
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 2 Cold on His cradle the dew-drops are shin- 
 
 ing, 
 Low lies His head with the beasts of the 
 stall ; 
 Angels adore Him in slumber reclining, 
 Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all. 
 
 3 Say, shall we yield Him in costly devotion, 
 Odors of Edom, and offerings divine, 
 
 Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the 
 ocean, 
 Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the 
 mine ? 
 
 4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation ; 
 Vainly with gifts would His favor secure: 
 
 Richer by far is the hearts adoration ; 
 
 Dearer to God are the prayers of 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. 
 
 Bp. Reginald Heber. (17S3— 1826.) 1S11. 
 I04 " Gelobet seist Du, Jem Christ." L. M. 
 
 i All praise to Thee, eternal Lord, 
 Clothed in the garb of flesh and blood ; 
 Choosing a manger for Thy throne, 
 While world on worlds are Thine alone. 
 
 2 Once did the skies before Thee bow; 
 A virgin's arms contain Thee now : 
 Angels who did in Thee rejoice 
 
 Now listen for Thine infant voice. 
 
 3 A little child Thou art our guest, 
 That weary ones in Thee may rest; 
 Forlorn and lowly is Thy birth, 
 
 That we may rise to heaven from earth. 
 
 4 Thou comest in the darksome night 
 To make us children of the light, 
 
 To make us, in the realms divine, 
 
 Like Thine own angels round Thee shine. 
 
 5 All this for us Thy love hath done; 
 By this to Thee our love is won : 
 For this we tune our cheerful lays, 
 
 And shout our thanks in ceaseless praise. 
 
 Martin Luther. (1483 — 1546.) 1524 ab. 
 
 I Oj The Birth at Bethlehem. L. M. 
 
 1 When Jordan hushed his waters still, 
 And silence slept on Zion's hill ; 
 
 When Bethlehem's shepherds thro' the night 
 Watched o'er their flocks by starry light : 
 
 2 Hark, from the midnight hills around, 
 A voice of more than mortal sound 
 
 In distant hallelujahs stole, 
 
 Wild murmuring o'er the raptured soul. 
 
 3 On wheels of light, on wings of flame, 
 The glorious hosts of Zion came; 
 
 High heaven with songs of triumph rung, 
 While thus they struck their harps, and sung : 
 
 4 " O Zion, lift thy raptured eye, 
 The long-expected hour is nigh ; 
 Renewed, creation smiles again, 
 The Prince of Salem comes to reign. 
 
 5 " He comes to cheer the trembling heart, 
 Bid Satan and his host depart ; 
 
 Again the Daystar gilds the gloom, 
 Again the bowers of Eden bloom." 
 
 Thomas Campbell. (1777 — 1844.) 1S20. ab. 
 lOU " Q ua . s tella sole pukhrior." L. M. 
 
 1 WHAT star is this, with beams so bright, 
 Which shame the sun's less radiant light? 
 It shines to announce a new-born King, 
 Glad tidings of our God to bring. 
 
 2 'Tis now fulfilled what God decreed, 
 "From Jacob shall a star proceed:" 
 And lo, the Eastern sages stand, 
 
 To read in heaven the Lord's command. 
 
 3 While outward signs the star displays, 
 An inward light the Lord conveys, 
 And urges them, with force benign> 
 
 To seek the Giver of the sign. 
 
 4 True love can brook no dull delay, 
 Nor toil nor dangers stop their way : 
 Home, kindred, fatherland, and all, 
 They leave at once, at God's high call. 
 
 5 O Jesus, while the star of grace 
 Invites us now to seek Thy face, 
 May we no more that grace repel, 
 
 Or quench that light which shines so well. 
 
 Prof. Charles Coffin. (1676 — 1749.) 1736. alt. 
 Tr. by Rev. John Chandler. (1806—) 1837. ab. 
 
56 
 
 CHRIST. 
 
 I o7 The Star of Bethlehem. L. M. 
 
 1 WHEN marshalled on the nightly plain, 
 
 The glittering host bestud the sky; 
 One star alone of all the train 
 
 Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. 
 
 2 Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks, 
 
 From every host, from every gem ; 
 But one alone the Saviour speaks, 
 It is the Star of Bethlehem. 
 
 3 Once on the raging seas I rode, 
 
 The storm was loud, the night was dark, 
 The ocean yawned, and rudely blowed 
 The wind that tossed my foundering bark. 
 
 4 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. 
 
 5 It was my guide, my light, my all, 
 
 It bade my dark forebodings cease ; 
 And, through thestorm and danger's thrall, 
 It led me to the port of peace. 
 
 6 Now safely moored, my perils o'er, 
 
 I'll sing, first in night's diadem, 
 Forever and for evermore, 
 
 The Star, the Star of Bethlehem. 
 
 Henry Kirke White. (1785— 1806.) 1806. 
 lOO " yon Iliminei hoch da komm ich her" 
 
 1 GOOD news from heaven the angels bring, 
 Glad tidings to the earth they sing : 
 
 To us this day a Child is given, 
 
 To crown us with the joy of heaven. 
 
 2 This is the Christ, our God and Lord, 
 Who in all need shall aid afford: 
 
 He will Himself our Saviour be, 
 From sin and sorrow set us free. 
 
 3 To us that blessedness He brings, 
 Which from the Father's bounty springs: 
 That in the heavenly realm we may 
 With Him enjoy eternal day. 
 
 4 Were earth a thousand times as fair, 
 Beset with gold and jewels rare, 
 She yet were far too poor to be 
 
 A narrow cradle, Lord, for Thee. 
 
 5 Ah, dearest Jesus, Holy Child, 
 Make Thee a bed, soft, undefiled, 
 Within my heart, that it may be 
 A quiet chamber kept for Thee. 
 
 Martin Luther. {1843 — 1546.) 1535. 
 Tr. by Rev. Arthur Tozer Russell. (10^ — ) 1848. ab. 
 
 ^"7 Christ incomparable. L. M. 
 
 i Go, worship at Immanuel's feet; 
 See in His face what wonders meet: 
 Earth is too narrow to express 
 His worth, His glory, or His grace. 
 
 2 The whole creation can afford 
 
 But some faint shadows of my Lord ; 
 Nature, to make his beauties known, 
 Must mingle colors not her own. 
 
 3 O let me climb those higher skies, 
 Where storms and darkness never rise ; 
 There He displays His powers abroad, 
 And shines, and reigns, the incarnate God 
 
 4 Nor earth, nor seas, nor sun, nor stars, 
 Nor heaven, His full resemblance bears; 
 His beauties we can never trace, 
 
 Till we behold Him face to face. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1709. ab. 
 
 T r\C\ The guiding Star. 7.61. 
 
 AyU Matt. ii. 10. 
 
 1 As with gladness men of old 
 Did the guiding star behold ; 
 As with joy they hailed its light, 
 Leading onward, beaming bright; 
 So, most gracions Lord, may we 
 Evermore be led to Thee. 
 
 2 As with joyful steps they sped 
 To that lowly manger-bed, 
 There to bend the knee before 
 Him whom heaven and earth adore ; 
 So may we with willing feet 
 
 Ever seek the mercy-seat. 
 
 3 As they offered gifts most rare 
 At that manger rude and bare ; 
 So may we with holy joy, 
 Pure, and free from sin's alloy, 
 All our costliest treasures bring, 
 Christ, to Thee, our heavenly King. 
 
 4 Holy Jesus, every day 
 Keep us in the narrow way ; 
 
CHRIST. 
 
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 And, when earthly things are past, 
 Bring our ransomed souls at last 
 Where they need no star to guide, 
 Where no clouds Thy glory hide. 
 
 5 In the heavenly country bright 
 Need they no created light ; 
 Thou its Light, its Joy, its Crown, 
 Thou its Sun, which goes not down : 
 There forever may we sing 
 Alleluias to our King. 
 
 William Chatterton Dix. (1837 — ) i860. 
 
 191 On the Birth of Christ. 7 . 6 1. 
 
 i Amplest grace in Thee I find, 
 Friend and Saviour of mankind, 
 Richest merit to atone 
 For our sins before the throne. 
 
 2 Well might wondering angels cry, 
 " Glory be to God on high, 
 Peace on earth, good will to men, 
 Lost mankind is found again." 
 
 3 Join, my soul, their holy song, 
 Emulate the brighter throng, 
 Hail the everlasting Word, 
 Welcome thy descending Lord. 
 
 4 Grace unequalled, love unknown ! 
 Jesus lays aside His crown, 
 
 Clothes Himself with flesh and blood, 
 Takes the manhood into God. 
 
 Rev. Augustus Plontague Toplady. (1740 — 1778.) 1759. ab. 
 
 192 The guiding Star. CM. 
 
 1 BRIGHT was the guiding star that led, 
 
 With mild benignant ray, 
 
 The Gentiles to the lowly shed, 
 
 Where the Redeemer lay. 
 
 2 But lo, a brighter, clearer light 
 
 Now points to His abode ; 
 It shines through sin and sorrow's night, 
 To guide us to our God. 
 
 3 O haste to follow where it leads, 
 
 The gracious call obey; 
 Be rugged wilds, or flowery meads, 
 The Christian's destined way. 
 
 4 O gladly tread the narrow path 
 
 While light and grace are given; 
 
 Who meekly follow Christ on earth, 
 Shall reign with Him in heaven. 
 
 Miss Harriet Aubcr. (1773 — 1S62.) 1829. 
 ■*■ Z70 Prayer /or Guidance. CM. 
 
 1 O THOU, who by a star didst guide 
 
 The wise men on their way, 
 Until it came and stood beside 
 The place where Jesus lay; 
 
 2 Although by stars Thou dost not lead 
 
 Thy servants now below, 
 Thy Holy Spirit, when they need, 
 Will show them how to go. 
 
 3 As yet we know Thee but in part : 
 
 But still we trust Thy word, 
 That blessed are the pure in heart, 
 For they shall see the Lord. 
 
 4 O Saviour, give us then Thy grace, 
 
 To make us pure in heart, 
 That we may see Thee face to face 
 Hereafter, as Thou art. 
 
 Rev. John Mason Neale. (1S1S— :S66.) i8;o. 
 194 The Angels' Song at Christ's Birth. CM. 
 
 i High let us swell our tuneful notes, 
 And join the angelic throng; 
 For angels no such love have known 
 To wake a cheerful song. 
 
 2 Good-will to sinful men is shown, 
 
 And peace on earth is given ; 
 For lo, the incarnate Saviour comes 
 With messages from heaven. 
 
 3 Justice and grace, with sweet accord, 
 
 His rising beams adorn ; 
 Let heaven and earth in concert join, 
 To us a Child is born. 
 
 4 Glory to God in highest strains, 
 In highest worlds be paid ; 
 
 His glory by our lips proclaimed, 
 And by our lives displayed. 
 
 5 When shall we reach those blissful realms 
 Where Christ exalted reigns, 
 
 And learn of the celestial choir 
 Their own immortal strains? 
 
 Rev. Philip Doddridge. (1702 — 1751.) 1755. alt. 
 
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 CHRIST. 
 
 1 95 " Glory to God." C. M. 
 
 1 ANGELS rejoiced and sweetly sung, 
 
 At our Redeemer's birth ; 
 Mortals, awake; let every tongue 
 Proclaim His matchless worth. 
 
 2 Glory to God, who dwells on high, 
 
 And sent His only Son 
 To take a servant's form, and die 
 For evils we had done. 
 
 3 Good-will to men ; ye fallen race, 
 
 Arise, and shout for joy; 
 He comes, with rich, abounding grace 
 To save, and not destroy. 
 
 4 Lord, send the gracious tidings forth, 
 
 And fill the world with light, 
 That Jew, and Gentile, through the earth. 
 May know Thy saving might. 
 
 Rev. William Hum. (1754 — 1S29.) 1813. 
 
 The Incarnate Word." 
 
 C. M. 
 
 i HoSANNA, raise the pealing hymn 
 To David's Son and Lord ; 
 With Cherubim and Seraphim 
 Exalt the Incarnate Word. 
 
 2 Hosanna, Sovereign, Prophet, Priest, 
 
 How vast Thy gifts, how free : 
 Thy blood, our life ; Thy word, our feast ; 
 Thy Name, our only plea. 
 
 3 Hosanna, Master, lo, we bring 
 
 Our offerings to Thy throne ; 
 Not gold, nor myrrh, nor mortal thing, 
 But hearts to be Thine own. 
 
 4 Hosanna, once Thy gracious ear 
 
 Approved a lisping throng ; 
 Be gracious still, and deign to hear 
 Our poor but grateful song. 
 
 5 O Saviour, if, redeemed by Thee, 
 
 Thy temple we behold, 
 Hosannas through eternity 
 We'll sing to harps of gold. 
 
 Rev. William Henry Havergal. (1793 — 1870.) 1838. ab. 
 ■*■ V / " Divine crescebas puer." CM. 
 
 I In stature grows the Heavenly Child, 
 With death before His eyes; 
 A Lamb unblemished, meek, and mild, 
 Prepared for sacrifice. 
 
 2 The Son of God His glory hides 
 
 With parents mean and poor; 
 And He who made the Heaven abides 
 In dwelling-place obscure. 
 
 3 Those Mighty Hands that stay the sky 
 
 No earthly toil refuse ; 
 And He who set the stars on high 
 A humble trade pursues. 
 
 4 He whom the choirs of angels praise, 
 At whose command they fly, 
 
 His earthly parents now obeys, 
 And lays His glory by. 
 
 Santolius Victorinus. (16^0 — 1697.) ab. 
 Tr. by Rev. John Chandler. (1S06— ) 1S37. alt 
 
 198 
 
 Who went about doing Good. 
 Acts x 3S. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 i Behold, where, in the Friend of man, 
 Appears each grace divine ; 
 The virtues, all in Jesus met, 
 With mildest radiance shine. 
 
 2 To spread the rays of heavenly light, 
 
 To give the mourner joy, 
 To preach glad tidings to the poor, 
 Was His divine employ. 
 
 3 Lowly in heart, to all His friends 
 A Friend and Servant found, 
 
 He washed their feet, He wiped their tears, 
 And healed each bleeding wound. 
 
 4 'Midst keen reproach, and cruel scorn, 
 
 Patient and meek He stood ; 
 His foes, ungrateful, sought His life: 
 He labored for their good. 
 
 5 To God He left His righteous cause, 
 
 And still His task pursued ; 
 With humble prayer, and holy faith, 
 His fainting strength renewed. 
 
 6 In the last hour of deep distress, 
 
 Before His Father's throne, 
 With soul resigned, He bowed, and said, 
 "Thy will, not mine, be done." 
 
 7 Be Christ our pattern and our guide, 
 
 His image may we bear; 
 O may we tread His holy steps, 
 His joy and glory share. 
 
 Prof. William Enfield. (1741 — 1797.) 177«- 
 
CHRIST. 
 
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 The Man of Sorrows. 
 Is. HiL 4. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 199 
 
 1 A PILGRIM through this lonely world, 
 
 The blessed Saviour passed; 
 A mourner all His life was He, 
 A dying Lamb at last. 
 
 2 That tender heart that felt for all, 
 
 For all its life-blood gave; 
 It found on earth no resting place, 
 Save only in the grave. 
 
 3 Such was our Lord ; and shall we fear 
 
 The cross with all its scorn ? 
 Or love a faithless, evil world. 
 
 That wreathed His brow with thorn ? 
 
 4 No, facing all its frowns or smiles, 
 
 Like Him, obedient still, 
 We homeward press, through storm or calm, 
 To Zion's blessed hill. 
 
 5 In tents we dwell amid the waste, 
 
 Nor turn aside to roam 
 In folly's paths, nor seek our rest, 
 Where Jesus had no home. 
 
 6 Dead to the world, with Him who died 
 
 To win our hearts, our love, 
 We, risen with our risen Head, 
 In spirit dwell above. 
 
 7 By faith, His boundless glories there 
 
 Our wondering eyes behold: 
 Those glories which eternal years 
 Shall never all unfoM. 
 
 Sir Edward Denny. (1796 — ) 1839. ab. 
 
 200 
 
 The Example of Christ. 
 1 Pet. ii. 2i. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 i 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 
 Witnessed the fervor of Thy prayer ; 
 The desert Thy temptations knew, 
 Thy conflict and Thy victory too. 
 
 4 Be Thou my pattern ; make me bear 
 More of Thy gracious image here ; 
 
 Then God, the Judge, shall own my name 
 Amongst the followers of the Lamb. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1709. 
 
 201 Christ in the Desert. L. M 
 
 1 AWHILE in spirit. Lord, to Thee 
 Into the desert would we flee; 
 Awhile upon the barren steep 
 Thy Fast with Thee in spirit keep ; 
 
 2 Awhile from Thy temptation learn 
 The daily snares of sin to spurn, 
 And in our hearts to feel and own 
 Man liveth not by bread alone. 
 
 3 And while at Thy command we pray, 
 Give us our bread from day to day, 
 May we with Thee, O Christ, be fed, 
 Thou Word of God, Thou Living Bread. 
 
 4 Incarnate Lord, we come to Thee, 
 Thou knowest our infirmity ; • 
 Be Thou our Helper in the strife, 
 Be Thou our true, our inward Life. 
 
 Rev. Joseph Francis Thrupp. i860 ? 
 
 202 The Miracles of Christ. L. M. 
 
 1 BEHOLD, the blind their sight receive ; 
 Behold, the dead awake and live ; 
 
 The dumb speak wonders, and the lame 
 Leap like the hart, and bless His name. 
 
 2 Thus doth the eternal Spirit own 
 And seal the mission of the Son ; 
 The Father vindicates His cause, 
 While He hangs bleeding on the cross. 
 
 3 He dies, the heavens in mourning stood; 
 He rises, the triumphant God: 
 Behold the Lord ascending high, 
 
 No more to bleed, no more to die. 
 I 
 
 4 Hence, and for ever, from my heart, 
 
 I bid my doubts and fears depart ; 
 And to those hands my soul resign, 
 Which bear credentials so divine. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1709. 
 
 " fordanis oras pr&zia -.'ox ecce 
 Baptista: quatit." 
 
 203 
 
 I On Jordan's bank the Baptist's cry 
 Announces that the Lord is nigh : 
 Come then and hearken, for he brings 
 Glad tidings from the King of kings. 
 
 L. M. 
 
6o 
 
 CHRIST. 
 
 2 E'en now the air, the sea, the land, 
 Feel that their Maker is at hand ; 
 The very elements rejoice, 
 
 And welcome Him with cheerful voice. 
 
 3 Then cleansed be every Christian breast, 
 And furnished for so great a Guest; 
 Yea, let us each our hearts prepare 
 
 For Christ to come and enter there. 
 
 4 For Thou art our Salvation, Lord, 
 Our Refuge, and our great Reward ; 
 Without Thy grace our souls must fade, 
 And wither like a flower decayed. 
 
 5 Stretch forth Thy hand to heal our sore, 
 And make us rise to fall no more ; 
 Once more upon Thy people shine, 
 And fill the world with love divine. 
 
 Prof. Charles Coffin. (1676—1749.) 1736. 
 Tr. by Rev. John Chandler. (1814 — ) 1837. ab. 
 
 204 Christ's Works of Mercy. L. M. 
 
 i When, like a stranger on our sphere, 
 The lowly Jesus sojourned here., 
 Where'er He went, affliction fled, 
 And sickness reared her drooping head. 
 
 2 The eye that rolled in irksome night 
 Beheld His face, for He was light ; 
 The opening ear, the loosened tongue, 
 His precepts heard, His praises sung. 
 
 3 Demoniac madness, dark and wild, 
 With melancholy transport smiled; 
 The storm of horror ceased to roll, 
 And reason lightened through the soul. 
 
 4 His touch the outcast leper healed, 
 His lips the sinner's pardon sealed; 
 Warm tears o'er Lazarus He shed, 
 Then spake the word that raised the dead. 
 
 James Montgomery. (1771 — 1854.) 1797. ab. 
 
 Christ's Teaching: 
 Luke iv. 22. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 205 
 
 1 How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound 
 From lips of gentleness and grace, 
 When listening thousands gathered round, 
 And joy and reverence fillel 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, 
 Unveiling an immortal day. 
 
 3 " Come, wanderers, to My Father's home, 
 Come, all ye weary ones, and rest :" 
 Yes, sacred Teacher, we will come, 
 Obey Thee, love Thee, and be blest. 
 
 4 Decay then, tenements of dust ; 
 Pillars of earthly pride, decay : 
 A nobler mansion waits the just, 
 And Jesus has prepared the way. 
 
 Sir John Bowring. (1792 — 1872.) 1823. 
 20O fhe Meekness oj Christ. L. M. 
 
 1 How beauteous were the marks divine, 
 That in Thy meekness used to shine, 
 That lit Thy lonely pathway, trod 
 
 In wondrous love, O Son of God. 
 
 2 O who like Thee, so mild, so bright, 
 Thou Son of Man, Thou Light of Light, 
 O who like Thee did ever go 
 
 So patient, through a world of woe ? 
 
 3 O who like Thee so humbly bore 
 The scorn, the scoffs of men, before ? 
 So meek, so lowly, yet so high, 
 
 So glorious in humility ? 
 
 4 And death, that sets the prisoner free, 
 Was pang, and scoff, and scorn to Thee ; 
 Yet love through all Thy torture glowed, 
 And mercy with Thy life-blood flowed. 
 
 j 5 O wondrous Lord, my soul would be 
 Still more and more conformed to Thee, 
 And learn of Thee, the lowly One, 
 And like Thee, all my journey run. 
 
 Bp. Arthur Cleveland Coxe. (1818 — ) 1840, 1869. ab, 
 207 Hymn to Jesus. C. M. 
 
 i O Lord, when we the path retrace 
 Which Thou on earth hast trod, 
 To man Thy wondrous love and grace, 
 Thy faithfulness to God: — 
 
 Thy love, by man so sorely tried, 
 Proved stronger than the grave ; 
 
 The very spear that pierced Thy side 
 Drew forth the blood to save. 
 
 Faithful amidst unfaithfulness, 
 
 Midst darkness only light, 
 Thou didst Thy Father's name confess, 
 
 And in His will delight. 
 
CHRIST 
 
 61 
 
 4 Unmoved by Satan's subtle wiles, 
 
 Or suffering shame, and loss, 
 Thy path, uncheeredby earthly smiles, 
 Led only to the cross. 
 
 5 O Lord, with sorrow and with shame, 
 
 We meekly would confess 
 How little we who bear Thy name, 
 Thy mind, Thy ways, express. 
 
 6 Give us Thy meek, Thy lowly mind : 
 
 We would obedient be ; 
 And all our rest and pleasure find 
 In fellowship with Thee. 
 
 James George Deck. 1838. 
 <j/\Q " Grace is poured into Thy Lips." C. M. 
 
 ^ UO PS. Xlv. 2. 
 
 i What grace, O Lord, and beauty shone 
 Around Thy steps below : 
 What patient love was seen in all 
 Thy life and death of woe. 
 
 2 Forever on Thy burdened heart 
 
 A weight of sorrow hung; 
 Yet no ungentle, murmuring word 
 Escaped Thy silent tongue. 
 
 3 Thy foes might hate, despise, revile, 
 
 Thy friends unfaithful prove; 
 Unwearied in forgiveness still, 
 Thy heart could only love. 
 
 4 O give us hearts to love like Thee, 
 
 Like Thee, O Lord, to grieve, 
 Far more for others' sins, than all 
 The wrongs that we receive. 
 
 5 One with Thyself, may every eye 
 
 In us, Thy brethren, see 
 That gentleness and grace that springs 
 From union, Lord, with Thee. 
 
 Sir Edward Denny. (1796 — ) 1839. 
 
 The Demoniac of Gadara. 
 Mark v. 1 — 21. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 209 
 
 1 The winds were howling o'er the deep, 
 
 Each wave a watery hill ; 
 The Saviour wakened from His sleep . 
 He spake, and all was still. 
 
 2 The madman in a tomb had made 
 
 His mansion of despair: 
 Woe to the traveller who strayed 
 With heedless footsteps there. 
 
 3 The chains hung broken from his arm, 
 
 Such strength can hell supply; 
 And fiendish hate, and fierce alarm, 
 Flashed from his hollow eye. 
 
 4 He met that glance so thrilling sweet, 
 
 He heard those accents mild ; 
 And melting at Messiah's feet, 
 Wept like a weaned child. 
 
 5 O, madder than the raving man, 
 
 O, deafer than the sea : 
 How long the time since Christ began 
 To call in vain to me. 
 
 6 Yet could I hear Him once again, 
 
 As I have heard of old, 
 Methinks He should not call in vain 
 His wanderer to the fold. 
 
 Bp. Reginald Heber. (1783— 1S26.) 1827. ab. 
 210 " o Where is He that trod the Sea." C. M. i>. 
 
 1 O, where is He that trod the sea, 
 
 O, where is He that spake, 
 And demons from their victims flee, 
 
 The dead their slumbers break ; 
 The palsied rise in freedom strong, 
 
 The dumb men talk and sing, 
 And from blind eyes, benighted 4ong, 
 
 Bright beams of morning spring. 
 
 2 O, where is He that trod the sea, 
 
 O, where is He that spake, 
 And dark waves, rolling heavily, 
 
 A, glassy smoothness take; 
 And lepers, whose own flesh has been 
 
 A solitary grave, 
 See with amaze that they are clean, 
 
 And cry, 'Tis He can save. 
 
 3 O, where is He that trod the sea, 
 
 'T is only He can save ; 
 To thousands hungering wearily, 
 
 A wondrous meal He gave : 
 Full soon, celestially fed. 
 
 Their mystic fare they take ; 
 'T was springtide when He blest the bread, 
 
 And harvest when He brake 
 
 4 O, where is He that trod the sea, 
 
 My soul, the Lord is here: 
 Let all thy fears be hushed in thee; 
 To leap, to look, to hear, 
 
62 
 
 CHRIST. 
 
 Be thine: thy needs He '11 satisfy: 
 Art thou diseased, or dumb ? 
 
 Or dost thou in thy hunger cry? 
 "I come," saith Christ, "I come." 
 
 Rev. Thomas Toke Lynch. (1818 — 1871.; 1855. ab. 
 
 211 
 
 ' ' Strong; to lieal and save. ' 
 Matt. xiv. 35, 36. 
 
 i Thine arm, O Lord, in days of old 
 
 Was strong to heal and save; 
 It triumphed o'er disease and death, 
 
 O'er darkness and the grave : 
 To Thee they went, the blind, the dumb, 
 
 The palsied and the lame, 
 The leper with his tainted life, 
 
 The sick with fevered frame. 
 
 2 And lo, Thy touch brought life and health, 
 
 Gave speech, and strength, and sight; 
 And youth renewed and frenzy calmed 
 
 Owned Thee, the Lord of Light: 
 And now, O Lord, be near to bless, 
 
 Almighty as of yore, 
 In crowded street, by restless couch, 
 
 As by Gennesareth's shore. 
 
 3 Be Thou our great Deliverer still, 
 
 Thou Lord of life and death ; 
 Restore and quicken, soothe and bless 
 
 With Thine almighty breath. 
 To bauds that work and eyes that see 
 
 Give wisdom's heavenly lore, 
 That whole and sick, and weak and strong, 2 
 
 May praise Thee evermore. 
 
 Rev. Edward Hayes Plumptre. (1821— ) 1866. I 
 
 212 
 
 " It is good for us to be here.' 
 Matt. xvii. 4. 
 
 L. M. D. 
 
 i O Master, it is good to be 
 
 High on the mountain here with Thee; 
 Where stand revealed to mortal gaze 
 Those glorious saints of other days ; 
 Who once received on Horeb's height 
 The eternal laws of truth and right ; 
 Or caught the still small whisper, higher 
 Than storm, than earthquake, or than fire. 
 
 2 O Master, it is good to be 
 
 With Thee, and with Thy faithful Three: 
 Here, where the apostle's heart of rock 
 Is nerved against temptation's shock ; 
 Here, where the son of thunder learns 
 The tho't thatbrcathes,andwordthatburns; 
 
 Here, wnere on eagle's wings we move 
 With Him whose last best creed is love. 
 
 O Master, it is good to be 
 Entranced, enwrapt, alone with Thee ; 
 And watch Thy glistering raiment glow 
 Whiter than Hermon's whitest sno.v ; 
 The human lineaments that shine 
 Irradiant with a light divine: 
 Till we too change from grace to grace, 
 Gazing on that transfigured Face. 
 
 O Master, it is good to be 
 Here on the holy mount with Thee : 
 When darkling in the depths of night, 
 When dazzled with excess of light, 
 We bow before the heavenly Voice 
 That bids bewildered souls rejoice. 
 Though love wax cold, and faith be dim, 
 "This is My Son, O hear ye Him." 
 
 Rev. Arthur Penrhyn Stanley. (1815 — ) 1872. 
 ' •*■ ,J " Coelestis formam gloriae." L. M. n. 
 
 O WONDROUS type, O vision fair 
 Of glory that the Church shall share. 
 Which Christ upon the mountain shows, 
 Where brighter than the sun He glows ! 
 From age to age the tale declare, 
 How with the three disciples there, 
 Where Moses and Elias meet, 
 The Lord holds converse high and sweet 
 
 The law and prophets there have place, 
 Two chosen witnesses of grace ; 
 The Father's voice from out the cloud 
 Proclaims His Only Son aloud. 
 With shining face and bright array, 
 Christ deigns to manifest to-day 
 What glory shall be theirs above 
 Who joy in God with perfect love. 
 
 Sarum Breviary. 15th cent. 
 . by Rev. John Mason Neale. (1S18— 1866.) 1861. ab. 
 
 ■!■ H- " Exultct cor pracordiis." L. M. 
 
 Let every heart exulting beat 
 With joy at Jesus' name of bliss : 
 
 With every pure delight replete 
 And passing sweet its music is. 
 
 Jesus the comfortless consoles, 
 Jesus each sinful fever quells, 
 
 Jesus the power of hell controls, 
 Jesus each deadly foe repels. 
 
 
CHRIST. 
 
 63 
 
 3 speak His lofty Name abroad ! 
 
 Jesus let every tongue confess, 
 Let every heart and voice accord, 
 The Healer of our souls to bless. 
 
 4 Jesus, the sinner's Friend, abide 
 
 With us, and hearken to our prayer; 
 Thy frail and erring wanderers guide, 
 And all our dread transgressions spare. 
 
 Unknown Author, of ancient date. 
 Tr. by Rev. John David Chambers. 1857. ab. and alt. 
 
 ' Greater Love hath no Man than this." L. M. 
 
 215 
 
 1 "See how He loved !" exclaimed the Jews, 
 
 As tender tears from Jesus fell : 
 My grateful heart the thought pursues, 
 And on the theme delights to dwell. 
 
 2 See how He loved, who travelled on, 
 
 Teaching the doctrine from the skies; 
 Who bade disease and pain be gone, 
 And called the sleeping dead to rise. 
 
 3 See how He loved, who, firm yet mild, 
 
 Patient endured the scoffing tongue: 
 Though oft provoked, He ne'er reviled, 
 Or did His greatest foe a wrong. 
 
 4 See how He loved, who never shrank 
 
 From toil or danger, pain or death; 
 Who all the cup of sorrow drank, 
 And meekly yielded up His breath. 
 
 5 Such love can we unmoved survey? 
 
 O may our breasts with ardor glow 
 To tread His steps, His laws obey, 
 And thus our warm affections show. 
 
 Mrs. Sarah Bache. (1744 — 1808.) 
 210 What Christ did for me. L. M. 
 
 1 In love, the Father's sinless child 
 
 Sojourned at Nazareth for me : 
 With sinners dwelt the Undefiled, 
 The Holy One in Galilee. 
 
 2 Jesus, whom angel hosts adore, 
 
 Became a man of griefs for me : 
 In love, though rich, becoming poor, 
 That I, through Him, enriched might be. 
 
 3 Though Lord of all, above, below, 
 
 He went to Olivet for me : 
 He drank my cup of wrath and woe, 
 And bled in dark Gethsemane. 
 
 4 The ever-blessed Son of God 
 
 Went up to Calvary for me; 
 There paid my debt, there bore my load 
 In His own body on the tree. 
 
 5 Jesus, whose dwelling is the skies, 
 
 Went down into the grave for me ; 
 There overcame my enemies, 
 There won the glorious victory. 
 
 6 'Tis finished all : the veil is rent, 
 
 The welcome sure, the access free ; 
 Now then, we leave our banishment, 
 O Father, to return to Thee ! 
 
 Rev. Horatius Bonar. (i8c8 — ) 1857. ab. 
 
 2 j t-j The triumphal Entry into Jerusalem. L. M. 
 ■»■ / Matt., xxi. 1— 11. 
 
 i RlDE on, ride on in majesty ! 
 
 Hark, all the tribes Hosanna cry ; 
 O Saviour meek, pursue Thy road 
 
 With palms and scattered garments strowed. 
 
 2 Ride on, ride on in majesty! 
 In lowly pomp, ride on to die : 
 
 Christ, Thy triumphs now begin 
 O'er captive death and conquered sin. 
 
 3 Ride on, ride on in majesty ! 
 The winged squadrons of the sky 
 
 Look down with sad and wondering eyes 
 To see the approaching sacrifice. 
 
 4 Ride on, ride on in majesty ! 
 Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh : 
 
 The Father on His sapphire Throne 
 Expects His own anointed Son. 
 
 5 Ride on, ride on in majesty ! 
 In lowly pomp, ride on to die : 
 
 Bow Thy meek head to mortal pain, 
 
 Then take, O God, Thy power, and reign. 
 
 Rev. Henry Hart Milman. (1791 — 1868.) 1827. alt 
 " * O Hosanna to the Son 0/ David. 
 
 1 To Thee be glory, honor, praise, 
 Jesus, Redeemer, Saviour, King ! 
 
 Inspired with joy at Thine approach, 
 Thy children loud hosannas sing. 
 
 2 Hail, Israel's King! Hail, David's Son ! 
 Hail, Thou that in Jehovah's name 
 
 Didst come Thy people to redeem, 
 And comest now Thy crown to claim ! 
 
 L. M. 
 
6 4 
 
 C i I R I S T . 
 
 3 Then, in Thy way to Salem's courts, 
 They met Thee with triumphal palms ; 
 
 Now, for Thy glad return we watch 
 
 With longingprayers, and vows, and psalms. 
 
 4 Then, from the shouts of fickle joy 
 Thou passedst to Thy cross, Thy grave; 
 
 Now, from the dawn of endless day, 
 We welcome Him that comes to save. 
 
 5 To Thee, Redeemer, Saviour, King, 
 To Thee be glory, honor, praise ! 
 
 At Thine approach, with joy inspired, 
 Thy children loud hosannas raise. 
 
 Bp. Theodulph of Orleans. ( — 821.) 
 Tr. by C. 1861. 
 
 ™ ■*• " " Hosanna in the highest." L. M. 
 
 1 What are those soul-reviving strains 
 
 Which echo thus from Salem's plains? 
 What anthems loud, and louder still, 
 Sweetly resound from Zion's hill ? 
 
 2 Lo, 'tis an infant chorus sings 
 
 Hosanna to the King of kings : • 
 The Saviour comes, and babes proclaim 
 Salvation sent in Jesus' name. 
 
 3 Nor these alone their voice shall raise, 
 
 For we will join this song of praise ; 
 Still Israel's children forward press, 
 To hail the Lord their Righteousness. 
 
 4 Messiah's name shall joy impart 
 
 Alike to Jew and Gentile heart : 
 He bled for us, He bled for you, 
 And we will sing hosanna too. 
 
 5 Proclaim hosannas. loud and clear ; 
 
 See David's Son and Lord appear: 
 Glory and praise on earth be given ; 
 Hosanna in the highest heaven. 
 
 James Montgomery. (1771 — 1854.) 1829. 
 ^^U Christ in Cethsemane. L. M. 
 
 1 'T IS midnight ; and on Olive's brow 
 
 The star is dimmed that lately shone : 
 'Tis midnight; in the garden, now, 
 The suffering Saviour prays alone. 
 
 2 'T is midnight ; and from all removed, 
 
 The Saviour wrestles lone with fears ; 
 E'en that disciple whom He loved 
 
 Heeds not his Master's grief and tears. 
 
 3 'Tis midnight; and for others' guilt 
 
 The Man of Sorrows weeps in blcod; 
 Yet He that hath in anguish knelt 
 Is not forsaken by His God. 
 
 4 'Tis midnight; and from ether-plains 
 
 Is borne the song that angels know ; 
 Unheard by mortals are the strains 
 That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe. 
 
 Rev. William Bingham Tappan. (1794— 1S49.) 1819. 
 221 <■ Behold the Man .'" L . M. 
 
 1 Behold the Man ! How glorious He: 
 
 Before His foes He stands unawed, 
 And without wrong or blasphemy, 
 He claims equality with God. 
 
 2 Behold the Man ! By all condemned, 
 
 Assaulted by a host of foes ; 
 His person and His claim contemned, 
 A Man of sufferings and of woes. 
 
 3 Behold the Man ! He stands alone, 
 
 His foes are ready to devour; 
 Not one of all His friends will own 
 Their Master in this trying hour. 
 
 4 Behold the Man! Though scorned below, 
 
 He bears the greatest name above; 
 The angels at His footstool bow, 
 And all His royal claims approve. 
 
 5 Behold the Man ! a King He is, 
 
 His throne is built in heaven above, 
 And there the people who are His 
 Shall see His face, and sing His love. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Kelly. (1769 — 1835 ) 1804 ab 
 .222 Christ's Passion. L. M. 
 
 1 1 The morning dawns upon the place 
 
 Where Jesus spent the night in prayer; 
 Through yielding glooms behold His face, 
 
 Nor form, nor comeliness is there. 
 
 2 Brought forth to judgment, now He stands 
 
 Arraigned, condemned, at Pilate's bar ; 
 
 Here, spurned by fierce praetorian bands, 
 
 There, mocked by Herod's men of war. 
 
 3 He bears their buffeting and scorn, 
 
 Mock-homage of the lip, the knee, 
 The purple robe, the crown of thorn, 
 The scourge, the nail, the accursed tree. 
 
CHRIST. 
 
 65 
 
 4 No guile within His mouth is found; 
 
 He neither threatens, nor complains ; 
 Meek as a lamb, for slaughter bound, 
 Dumb 'midst His murderers He remains. 
 
 5 But hark, He prays, 'tis for His foes; 
 
 He speaks,' 'tis comfort to His friends; 
 Answers, and paradise bestows ; 
 
 He bows His head, the conflict ends. 
 
 James Montgomery. 1819, 1825. ab. 
 ^^3 Christ's Agony in the Garden. 7' 61. 
 
 i Many woes had Christ endured. 
 
 Many sore temptations met, 
 Patient and to pains inured; 
 
 But the sorest trial yet 
 Was to be sustained in thee, 
 Gloomy, sad Gethsemane. 
 
 2 Came at length the dreadful night ; 
 
 Vengeance, with its iron rod, 
 Stood, and with collected might, 
 
 Bruised the harmless Lamb of God : 
 See, my soul, thy Saviour see 
 Prostrate in Gethsemane. 
 
 3 There my God bore all my guilt : 
 
 This, through grace, can be believed ; 
 But the horrors which He felt 
 
 Are too vast to be conceived : 
 None can penetrate through thee, 
 Doleful, dark Gethsemane. 
 
 4 Sins against a holy God, 
 
 Sins against His righteous laws, 
 Sins against His love, His blood, 
 
 Sins against His name and cause, 
 Sins immense as is the sea — 
 Hide me, O Gethsemane ! 
 
 5 Here's my claim, and here alone : 
 
 None a Saviour more can need ; 
 Deeds of righteousness I've none; 
 
 No, not one good work to plead : 
 Not a glimpse of hope for me, 
 Only in Gethsemane. 
 
 Rev. Joseph Hart. (1712 — 1768.) 1759. ab. and alt. 
 
 224 "By Thy Night 0/ Agony." 
 
 I LORD, in this Thy mercy's day, 
 Ere from us it pass away, 
 
 7. 61. 
 
 On our knees we fall and pray ; 
 Holy Jesus, grant us tears, 
 Fill us with heart-searching fears, 
 Ere that day of doom appears. 
 
 2 By Thy night of agony, 
 By Thy supplicating cry, 
 By Thy willingness to die, 
 By Thy tears of bitter woe 
 For Jerusalem below, 
 
 Let us not Thy love forego. 
 
 3 Lord, on us Thy Spirit pour, 
 Kneeling lowly at the door, 
 Ere it close for evermore. 
 Judge and Saviour of our race, 
 Grant us, when we see Thy face, 
 With Thy ransomed ones a place. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Williams. (1802 — 1865.) 1844. ab. and alt. 
 22^ " v en it e ccelo Mediator alto." 8, 7 . 61. 
 
 i Zion's Daughter, weep no more, 
 
 Though thy troubled heart be sore: 
 • He of Whom the Psalmist sung, 
 
 He Who woke the Prophet's tongue, 
 
 Christ the Mediator blest, 
 
 Brings thee everlasting rest. 
 
 2 In a garden, man became 
 
 Heir of sin, and death, and shame: 
 Jesus in a garden wins 
 Life, and pardon for our sins; 
 Through His hour of agony 
 Praying in Gethsemane. 
 
 3 There for us He intercedes ; 
 There with God the Father pleads; 
 Willing there for us to drain 
 
 To the dregs the cup of pain, 
 
 That in, everlasting day 
 
 He may wipe our tears away. 
 
 4 Therefore to His name be given 
 Glory both in earth and heaven ; 
 To the Father, and the Son, 
 And the Spirit, Three in One, 
 Honor, praise, and glory be, 
 Now and through eternity. 
 
 Roman Breviary. 
 Tr. by Rev. Sir Henry Williams Baker. (1821— ) 1861. 
 
66 
 
 CHRIST. 
 
 220 Christ our Example in Suffering. 8, 7. 61. 
 
 i Go to dark Gethsemane, 
 
 Ye that feel the tempter's power ; 
 Your Redeemer's conflict see, 
 
 Watch with Him one bitter hour: 
 Turn not from His griefs away, 
 Learn of Jesus Christ to pray. 
 
 2 Follow to the judgment-hall, 
 
 View the Lord of life arraigned; 
 O the wormwood and the gall ! 
 
 the pangs His soul sustained ! 
 Shun not suffering, shame, or loss ; 
 Learn of Him to bear the cross. 
 
 3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb; 
 
 There, adoring at His feet, 
 Mark that miracle of time, 
 
 God's own sacrifice complete: 
 "It is finished," hear the cry; 
 Learn of Jesus Christ to die. 
 
 4 Early hasten to the tomb, 
 
 Where they laid His breathless clay: 
 All is solitude and gloom ; 
 
 Who hath taken Him away? 
 Christ is risen ; He meets our eyes ; 
 Saviour, teach us so to rise. 
 
 James Montgomery. (1771 — 1854.) 1822, 1853. 
 2 2 / T -was I that did it. CM. 
 
 i I SEE the crowd in Pilate's hall, 
 
 1 mark their wrathful mien;' 
 Their shouts of "crucify" appall, 
 
 With blasphemy between. 
 
 2 And of that shouting multitude 
 
 I feel that I am one ; 
 And in that din of voices rude, 
 I recognize my own. 
 
 3 I see the scourges tear His back, 
 
 I see the piercing crown, 
 And of that crowd who smite and mock 
 I feel that I am one. 
 
 4 Around yon cross the throng I see, 
 
 Mocking the sufferer's groan ; 
 Yet still my voice it seems to be, 
 As if I mocked alone. 
 
 5 'Twas I that shed the sacred blood, 
 
 I nailed Him to the tree, 
 
 I crucified the Christ of God, 
 I joined the mockery. 
 
 6 Yet not the less that blood avails 
 To cleanse away my sin ; 
 And not the less that cross prevails 
 To give me peace within. 
 
 Rev. Horatius Bonar. (1808 — ) 1857. 
 2 2 O <■ jjis Hands and His Feet" C. M. 
 
 1 For me vouchsafed the unspotted Lamb 
 
 His Father's wrath to bear; 
 I see His feet, and read my name 
 Engraven deeply there. 
 
 2 Forth from the Lord His gushing blood 
 
 In purple currents ran; 
 And every wound proclaimed aloud 
 His wondrous love to man. 
 
 3 For me the Saviour's blood avails, 
 
 Almighty to atone ; 
 The hands He gave to piercing nails 
 Shall lead me to His throne. 
 
 Rev. Augustus Montague Toplady. (1740 — 1778.) 1759.3b. 
 229 Calvary and the Kingdom. CM. 
 
 1 To Calvary, Lord, in spirit now, 
 
 Our weary souls repair, 
 To dwell upon Thy dying love, 
 And taste its sweetness there. 
 
 2 Sweet resting-place of every heart ; 
 
 That feels the plague of sin, 
 Yet knows that deep mysterious joy, 
 The peace of God within. 
 
 3 There, through Thine hour of deepest woe, 
 
 Thy suffering spirit passed ; 
 Grace there its wondrous victory gained, 
 And love endured its last. 
 
 4 Dear suffering Lamb, Thy bleeding wounds, 
 
 With cords of love divine, 
 Have drawn our willing hearts to Thee, 
 And linked our life with Thine. 
 
 5 Thy sympathies and hopes are ours : 
 
 Dear Lord, we wait to see 
 Creation, all— below, above, 
 Redeemed and blest by Thee. 
 
 6 Our longing eyes would fain behold 
 
 That bright and blessed brow, 
 Once wrung with bitterest anguish, wear 
 Its crown of glory now. 
 
 Sir Edward Denny. (1796 — ) 1839. ab. 
 
CH RIST. 
 
 6 7 
 
 <ynr\ Godly Sorrow in View of Christ's C. M. 
 
 » O l* Sufferings. 
 
 i 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 had done 
 
 He groaned upon the tree ? 
 Amazing pity ! grace unknown ! 
 And love beyond degree ! 
 
 3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, 
 
 And shut his glories in, 
 When God, the mighty Maker, died 
 For man the creature's sin. 
 
 4 Thus might I hide my blushing face, 
 
 While His dear cross appears: 
 
 Dissolve, my heart, in thankfulness, 
 
 And melt, mine eyes, to tears. 
 
 5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay 
 
 The debt of love I owe: 
 Here, Lord, 1 give myself away ; 
 'T is all that I can do. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1709. ab. 
 231 He died for thee. CM. 
 
 i Behold the Saviour of mankind 
 Nailed 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 veil in sunder breaks, 
 The solid marbles rend. 
 
 3 'T is done, the precious ransom's paid, 
 
 " Receive my soul," He cries : 
 See where He bows His sacred head; 
 fie bows His head and dies. 
 
 4 But soon He'll break death's envious chain, 
 
 And in full glory shine: 
 O Lamb of God, was ever pain, 
 Was ever love like Thine ? 
 
 Rev. Samuel Wesley. (1662 — 1735.) 1709. 
 "O Kneeling at the Cross. CM. 
 
 1 O Jesus, sweet the tears I shed, 
 While on Thy cross I kneel, 
 Gaze at Thy wounded, fainting head, 
 And all Thy sorrows feel. 
 
 2 My heart dissolves to see Thee bleed, 
 
 This heart so hard before ; 
 I hear Thee for the guilty plead, 
 And grief o'erflows the more. 
 
 3 'Twas for the sinful Thou didst die, 
 And I a sinner stand : 
 
 What love speaks from Thy dying eye, 
 And from each pierced hand. 
 
 4 I know this cleansing blood of Thine 
 
 Was shed, dear Lord, for me : 
 For me, for all, O grace divine ! 
 Who look by faith on Thee. 
 
 5 O Christ of God, O spotless Lamb, 
 
 By love my soul is drawn ; 
 Henceforth, for ever, Thine I am; 
 Here life and peace are born. 
 
 6 In patient hope, the cross I' 11 bear, 
 
 Thine arm shall be my stay ; 
 And Thou, enthroned, my soul shalt spare, 
 On Thy great judgment-day. 
 
 Rev. Ray Palmer. (i8cS— ) 1867. 
 "Jj " Scevo dolor 11 111 turbine." S. M. 
 
 1 OVERWHELMED in depths of woe. 
 
 Upon the tree of scorn 
 Hangs the Redeemer of mankind, 
 With racking anguish torn. 
 
 2 See how the nails those hands 
 
 And feet so tender rend ; 
 See down His face, and neck, and breast, 
 His sacred blood descend. 
 
 3 Hark, with what awful cry 
 
 His Spirit takes its flight, 
 That cry, it pierced His Mother's heart, 
 And whelmed her soul in night. 
 
 4 Earth hears, and to its base 
 
 Rocks wildly to and fro ; 
 Tombs burst; seas, rivers, mountains quake; 
 The veil is rent in two. 
 
 5 The sun withdraws his light ; 
 
 The midday heavens grow pale ; 
 The moon, the stars, the universe 
 Their Maker's death bewail. 
 
 6 Shall man alone be mute ? 
 
 Come, youth and hoary hairs, 
 Come, rich and poor, come, all mankind, 
 And bathe those feet in tears. 
 
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 CHRIST. 
 
 7 Come, fall before His cross 
 
 Who shed for us His blood ; 
 Who died the Victim of pure love, 
 To make us sons of God. 
 
 8 Jesus, all praise to Thee, 
 
 Our joy and endless rest ; 
 Be Thou our guide while pilgrims here, 
 Our crown amid the blest. 
 
 Roman Breviary. 
 Tr. by Rev Edward Caswall. (1814 — ) 1849. 
 
 "j4 Faith in Christ our Sacrifice. S. M. 
 
 i Not all the blood of beasts 
 On Jewish altars slain, 
 Could give the guilty conscience peace, 
 Or wash away the stain. 
 
 2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb, 
 
 Takes all our sins away ; 
 A sacrifice of nobler name, 
 And richer blood, than they. 
 
 3 My faith would lay her hand 
 
 On that dear head of Thine, 
 While like a penitent I stand, 
 And there confess my sin. 
 
 4 My soul looks back to see 
 
 The burdens Thou didst bear, 
 
 When hanging on the cursed tree, 
 
 And hopes her guilt was there. 
 
 5 Believing, we rejoice 
 
 To see the curse remove ; 
 We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice, 
 And sing His bleeding love. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1709. 
 
 i-\ r\ r± The Humiliation and Exaltation 0/ Christ. 
 *30 Is. Iiii. 6—i2. S. M. 
 
 1 Like sheep we went astray, 
 
 And broke the fold of God ; 
 Each wandering in a different way, 
 But all the downward road. 
 
 2 How dreadful was the hour 
 
 When God our wanderings laid, 
 And did at once His vengeance pour, 
 Upon the shepherd's head. 
 
 3 How glorious was the grace, 
 
 When Christ sustained the stroke ! 
 His life and blood the Shepherd pays, 
 A ransom for the flock. 
 
 4 His honor and His breath 
 
 Were taken both away; 
 Joined with the wicked in His death, 
 And made as vile as they. 
 
 5 But God shall raise His head 
 
 O'er all the sons of men ; 
 And make Him see a numerous seed, 
 To recompense His pain. 
 
 6 "I'll give Him," saith the Lord, 
 
 "A portion with the strong; 
 *' He shall possess a large reward, 
 " And hold His honors long-." 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 17 
 
 236 
 
 S. M. 
 
 " Jesus, the Christ 0/ God." 
 
 1 JESUS, the Christ of God, 
 
 The Father's blessed Son, 
 The Father's bosom Thine abode, 
 The Father's love Thine own. 
 
 2 Jesus, the Lamb of God, 
 Who us from hell to raise, 
 
 Hast shed Thy reconciling blood ; 
 We give Thee endless praise. 
 
 3 God, and yet Man, Thou art ; 
 True God, true Man art Thou ; 
 
 Of man, and of man's earth a part, 
 One with us Thou art now. 
 
 4 Great Sacrifice for sin, 
 
 Giver of life for life, 
 Restorer of the peace within, 
 True Ender of the strife. 
 
 5 To Thee, the Christ of God, 
 
 Thy saints exulting sing; 
 
 The bearer of our heavy load, 
 
 Our own anointed King. 
 
 6 Rest of the weary, Thou ! 
 
 To Thee, our Rest, we come ; 
 In Thee to find our dwelling now, 
 Our everlasting home. 
 
 Rev. Horatius Bonar. (1808 — ) 1861. ab. 
 ",j / Christ sent to save us. S. M. 
 
 i Raise your triumphant songs 
 To an immortal tune ; 
 Let the wide earth resound the deeds 
 Celestial grace has done. 
 
 
CHRIST. 
 
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 2 Sing how Eternal Love 
 
 Its chief beloved chose, 
 And bade Him raise our wretched race 
 From their abyss of woes. 
 
 3 'Tvvas mercy filled the throne, 
 
 And wrath stood silent by, 
 When Christ was sent with pardons down 
 To rebels doomed to die. 
 
 4 Now, sinners, dry your tears, 
 
 Let hopeless sorrow cease ; 
 
 Bow to the sceptre of His love, 
 
 And take the offered peace. 
 
 5 Lord, we obey Thy call ; 
 
 We lay a humble claim 
 To the salvation Thou hast brought, 
 And love and praise Thy name. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1709. ab. 
 ^O® " Salve, caput cruentatum." 7, 6. D. 
 
 1 O SACRED Head, now wounded, 
 
 With grief and shame weighed down, 
 Now scornfully surrounded 
 
 With thorns, Thine only crown ; 
 O sacred Head, what glory, 
 
 What bliss, till now was Thine ! 
 Yet, though despised and gory, 
 
 I joy to call Thee mine. 
 
 2 What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered 
 
 Was all for sinners' gain : 
 Mine, mine was the transgression, 
 
 But Thine the deadly pain : 
 Lo, here I fall, my Saviour ! 
 
 'T is I deserve Thy place ; 
 Look on me with Thy favor, 
 
 Vouchsafe to me Thy grace, 
 
 3 The joy can ne'er be spoken, 
 
 Above all joys beside, 
 When in Thy body broken 
 
 I thus with safety hide: 
 My Lord of life, desiring 
 
 Thy glory now to see, 
 Beside the cross expiring, 
 
 I 'd breathe my soul to Thee. 
 
 4 What language shall I borrow 
 
 To thank Thee, dearest Friend, 
 For this Thy dying sorrow, 
 Thy pity without end ? 
 
 O make me Thine forever; 
 
 And should I fainting be, 
 Lord, let me never, never, 
 
 Outlive my love to Thee. 
 
 5 And when I am departing, 
 
 O part not Thou from me ; 
 When mortal pangs are darting, 
 
 Come, Lord, and set me free ; 
 And when my heart must languish 
 
 Amidst the final throe, 
 Release me from mine anguish, 
 
 By Thine own pain and woe. 
 
 6 Be near me when I 'm dying, 
 
 O show Thy cross to me; 
 And for my succor flying, 
 
 Come, Lord, and set me free : 
 These eyes, new faith receiving, 
 
 From Jesus shall not move; 
 For he who dies believing, 
 
 Dies safely, through Thy love. 
 
 Bernard of Clairvaux. (1091 — 1153.) 
 
 Rev. Paul Gerhardt. (1606 — 1676.) 1659. 
 
 Rev. James Waddell Alexander. (1804 — 1859.) 1849. ab. 
 
 239 Jesus on the Cross. 7, 6. I 
 
 1 O JESUS, we adore Thee, 
 
 Upon the cross, our King: 
 We bow our hearts before Thee ; 
 
 Thy gracious Name we sing: 
 That Name hath brought salvation, 
 
 That Name, in life our stay ; 
 Our peace, our consolation 
 
 When life shall fade away. 
 
 2 Yet doth the world disdain Thee, 
 
 Still passing by Thy cross: 
 Lord, may our hearts retain Thee; 
 
 All else we count but loss. 
 The grief Thy soul endured, 
 
 Who can that grief declare ? 
 Thy pains have thus assured 
 
 That Thou Thy foes wilt spare. 
 
 3 Ah, Lord, our sins arraigned Thee, 
 
 And nailed Thee to the tree : 
 Our pride, O Lord, disdained Thee; 
 
 Yet deign our Hope to be. 
 O glorious King, we bless Thee, 
 
 No longer pass Thee by; 
 O Jesus, we confess Thee 
 
 Our Lord enthroned on high. 
 
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 CHRIST. 
 
 4 Thy wounds, Thy grief beholding, 
 
 With Thee, O Lord, we grieve ; 
 Thee in our hearts enfolding, 
 
 Our hearts Thy wounds receive : 
 Lord, grant to us remission; 
 
 Life through Thy death restore ; 
 Yea, grant us the fruition 
 
 Of life for evermore. 
 
 Rev. Arthur Tozer Russell. (1S06 — ) 1851. 
 ^4'"' Jesu Intercessor. 7> 6. D. 
 
 1 O blessed feet of Jesus, 
 
 Weary with seeking me, 
 Stand at God's bar of judgment, 
 
 And intercede for me. 
 O knees which bent in anguish 
 
 In dark Gethsemane, 
 Kneel at the throne of glory 
 
 And intercede for me. 
 
 2 O hands that were extended 
 
 Upon the awful tree, 
 Hold up those precious nail-prints 
 
 Which intercede for me. 
 O side from whence the spear-point 
 
 Brought blood and water free, 
 For healing and for cleansing, 
 
 Now intercede for me. 
 
 3 O head so deeply pierced 
 
 With thorns which sharpest be, 
 Bend low before Thy Father, 
 
 And intercede for me. 
 O sacred heart, such sorrows 
 
 This world may never see, 
 As those which are Thy warrant 
 
 To intercede for me. 
 
 4 O body, scarred, and wounded, 
 
 My sacrifice to be, 
 Present Thy perfect offering, 
 
 And intercede for me. 
 O loving, risen Saviour, 
 
 From death and sorrow free, 
 Though throned in endless glory, 
 
 Still intercede for me. 
 
 Miss Margaret Elizabeth Winslow. (1836 — ) 1871. 
 
 24I Jesus at the Door. 
 
 I O JESUS, Thou art standing 
 Outside the fast-closed door, 
 In lowly patience waiting 
 
 7, 6. D. 
 
 To pass the threshold o'er : 
 j Shame on us, Christian brethren, 
 His Name and sign who bear, 
 O shame, thrice shame upon us, 
 To keep Him standing there. 
 
 2 O Jesus, Thou art knocking: 
 
 And lo, that hand is scarred, 
 And thorns Thy brow encircle, 
 
 And tears Thy face have marred. 
 O love that passeth knowledge, 
 
 So patiently to wait ! 
 O sin that hath no equal, 
 
 So fast to bar the gate ! 
 
 3 O Jesus, Thou art pleading 
 
 In accents meek and low, 
 " I died for you. My children, 
 
 And will ye treat Me so?" 
 O Lord, with shame and sorrow 
 
 We open now the door : 
 Dear Saviour, enter, enter, 
 
 And leave us never more. 
 
 Rev. William Walsham How. (1823 — 1854. 
 £>l\£, " The Fountain gushing from His Side." L.M. 
 
 1 Ye that pass by, behold the Man, 
 
 The Man of Griefs condemned for you: 
 The Lamb of God for sinner's slain, 
 Weeping to Calvary pursue. 
 
 2 His sacred limbs they stretch, they tear; 
 
 With nails they fasten to the wood; 
 His sacred limbs, exposed and bare, 
 Or only covered with His blood. 
 
 3 See there, His temples crowned with thorn, 
 
 His bleeding hands extended wide, 
 His streaming feet transfixed and torn, 
 The fountain gushing from His side. 
 
 4 O Thou dear suffering Son of God, 
 
 How doth Thy heart to sinners move: 
 Sprinkle on us Thy precious blood. 
 And melt us with Thy dying love. 
 
 5 The rocks could feel Thy powerful death, 
 And tremble and asunder part: 
 
 O rend with Thine expiring breath 
 The harder marble of my heart. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708— 1788.) 1742. ab. 
 
CHRIST. 
 
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 •"4.3 Gazing upon the Cross. L. M. 
 
 1 Lord Jesus, when we stand afar 
 
 And gaze upon Thy holy cross, 
 In love of Thee and scorn of self, 
 O may we count the world as loss. 
 
 2 When we behold Thy bleeding wounds, 
 
 And the rough way that Thou hast trod, 
 Make us to hate the load of sin 
 That lay so heavy on our God. 
 
 3 O Holy Lord, uplifted high 
 
 With outstretched arms, in mortal woe, 
 Embracing in Thy wondrous love 
 The sinful world that lies below. 
 
 4 Give us an ever-living faith 
 
 To gaze beyond the things we see; 
 And, in the mystery of Thy death, 
 Draw us and all men unto Thee. 
 
 Rev. William Waisham How. 1854. 
 244 " Our Lord is crucified." L. M. 
 
 i O come, and mourn with me awhile; 
 O come ye to the Saviour's side; 
 O come, together let us mourn ; 
 Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. 
 
 2 Have we no tears to shed for Him, 
 
 While soldiers scoff and Jews deride? 
 Ah, look how patiently He hangs ; 
 Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. 
 
 3 How fast His hands and feet are nailed ; 
 
 His throat with parching thirst is dried; 
 His failing eyes are dimmed with blood, 
 Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. 
 
 4 Seven times He spake, seven words of love; 
 
 And all three hours His silence cried 
 For mercy on the souls of men ; 
 Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. 
 
 5 Come, let us stand beneath the cross; 
 
 So may the blood from out His side 
 Fall gently on us drop by drop ; 
 Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. 
 
 6 A broken heart, a fount of tears 
 
 Ask, and they will not be denied ; 
 Lord Jesus, may we love and weep, 
 Since Thou for us art crucified. 
 
 Rev. Frederick William Faber. (1814 — 1863 ) 1849. a ^- andalt 
 
 245 Crucfixion to the World. L. M. 
 
 1 When I survey the wondrous cross 
 
 On which the Prince of Glory died, 
 My richest gain I count but loss, 
 
 And pour contempt on all my pride. 
 
 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, 
 
 Save in the death of Christ, my God : 
 All the vain things that charm me most, 
 I sacrifice them to His blood. 
 
 3 See, from His head, His hands, His feet, 
 
 Sorrow and love flow mingled down : 
 Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, 
 Or thorns compose so rich a crown ? 
 
 4 His dying crimson, like a robe, 
 
 Spreads o'er His body on the tree: 
 Then am I dead to all the globe, 
 And all the globe is dead to me. 
 
 5 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. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1743.) 1709. 
 
 2, (L " It is finished !" L M. 
 
 4 U John xix. 30. 
 
 i "'TIS finished!" so the Saviour cried, 
 And meekly bowed His head, and died: 
 " 'Tis finished !" yes, the race is run, 
 The battle fought, the victory won. 
 
 2 'T is finished ! all that heaven decreed, 
 And all the ancient Prophets said 
 
 Is now fulfilled, as was designed, 
 In Me, the Saviour of mankind. 
 
 3 'T is finished ! this My dying groan 
 Shall sins of every kind atone ; 
 Millions shall be redeemed from death, 
 By this My last expiring breath. 
 
 4 'Tis finished ! let the joyful sound 
 
 Be heard through all the nations round ; 
 
 'Tis finished! let the echo fly 
 
 Thro' heaven and hell, thro' earth and sky. 
 
 Rev. Samuel Stennett. (1727 — 1795.) 1778. ab. 
 247 The Hiding of the Father s Face. L. M. 
 
 I FROM Calvary a cry was heard, 
 A bitter and heart-rending cry : 
 My Saviour, every mournful word 
 Bespeaks Thy soul's deep agony. 
 
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 CHRIST. 
 
 2 A horror of great darkness fell 
 
 On Thee, Thou spotless, holy One ; 
 And all the swarming hosts of hell 
 Conspired to tempt God's only Son. 
 
 3 The scourge, the thorns, the deep disgrace, 
 
 These Thou could'st bear, nor once repine ; 
 But when Jehovah veiled His face, 
 Unutterable pangs were Thine. 
 
 4 Let the dumb world its silence. break; 
 
 Let pealing anthems rend the sky ; 
 Awake, my sluggish soul, awake ! 
 He died, that we might never die. 
 
 5 Lord, on Thy cross I fix mine eye; 
 
 If e'er I lose its strong control, 
 O let that dying, piercing cry 
 
 Melt and reclaim my wandering soul. 
 
 Rev. John William Cunningham. (1780 — 1861.) 1820, 
 
 248 
 
 "He hath borne our Griefs. 
 Is. liii. 4, 5, 12. 
 
 7. 61. 
 
 1 Surely Christ thy griefs hath borne ; 
 Weeping soul, no longer mourn : 
 View Him bleeding on the tree : 
 Pouring out His life for thee: 
 
 There thy every sin He bore ; 
 • Weeping soul lament no more. 
 
 2 Weary sinner, keep thine eyes 
 On the atoning sacrifice : 
 There the incarnate Deity 
 Numbered with transgressors see ; 
 There His Father's absence mourns, 
 Nailed.andbruised, and crowned with thorns 
 
 3 See Thy God His head bow down, 
 Hear the Man of Sorrows groan; 
 For thy ransom, there condemned, 
 Stripped, derided, and blasphemed ; 
 Bleeds the guiltless for the unclean, 
 Made an offering for thy sin. 
 
 4 Cast Thy guilty soul on Him, 
 Find Him mighty to redeem; 
 At His feet thy burden lay, 
 Look thy doubts and cares away; 
 Now by faith the Son embrace, 
 Plead His promise, trust His grace. 
 
 5 Lord, Thine arm must be revealed, 
 Ere I can by faith be healed ; 
 Since I scarce can look to Thee, 
 Cast a gracious eye on me : 
 
 At Thy feet myself I lay ; 
 Shine, O shine my fears away. 
 
 Rev. Augustus Montague Toplady. (174c 
 
 -1778) 1759- 
 1770. ab. 
 
 249 The three Mountai?is. 7- 
 
 1 When on Sinai's top I see 
 God descend in majesty, 
 To proclaim His holy law, 
 All my spirit sinks with awe. 
 
 2 When, in ecstasy sublime, 
 Tabor's glorious steep I climb, 
 At the too transporting light, 
 Darkness rushes o'er my sight. 
 
 When on Calvary I rest, 
 God, in flesh made manifest, 
 Shines in my Redeemer's face, 
 Full of beauty, truth, and grace. 
 
 4 Here I would forever stay, 
 Weep and gaze my soul away : 
 Thou art heaven on earth to me, 
 Lovely, mournful Calvary. 
 
 James Montgomery. (1771 — 1854.) 1812. 
 
 250 " Stabat Mater dolorosa." 8,8,7. 
 
 1 Near the cross was Mary weeping, 
 There her mournful station keeping, 
 
 Gazing on her dying Son: 
 There in speechless anguish groaning, 
 Yearning, trembling, sighing, moaning, 
 
 Through her soul the sword had gone. 
 
 2 What He for His people suffered, 
 Stripes, and scoffs, and insults offered, 
 
 His fond mother saw the whole: 
 Never from the scene retiring, 
 Till He bowed His head expiring, 
 
 And to God breathed out His soul. 
 
 3 But we have no need to borrow 
 Motives from the mother's sorrow, 
 
 At our Saviour's cross to mourn. 
 'T was our sins brought Him from heaven, 
 These the cruel nails had driven : 
 
 All His griefs for us were borne. 
 
 4 When no eye its pity gave us, 
 When there was no arm to save us, 
 
 He His love and power displayed: 
 By His stripes He wrought our healing, 
 By His death, our life revealing, 
 
 He for us the ransom paid. 
 
 
CHRIST. 
 
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 5 Jesus, may Thy love constrain us, 
 That from sin we may refrain us, 
 
 In Thy griefs may deeply grieve: 
 Thee our best affections giving, 
 To Thy glory ever living, 
 
 May we in Thy glory live. 
 
 Jacoponi da Todi. ( — 1306.) 
 Tr. by Rev. JamesWaddell Alexander. (1804 — 1859.)! 842. ab. 
 
 251 - The Lessons of the Cross. 8, 8, 7. 
 
 1 FROM the cross the blood is falling, 
 And to us a voice is calling 
 
 Like a trumpet silver-clear. 
 'T is the voice announcing pardon, 
 // is finished, is its burden, 
 
 Pardon to the far and near. 
 
 2 Peace that glorious blood is sealing, 
 All our wounds forever healing, , 
 
 And removing every load ; 
 Words of peace that voice has spoken, 
 Peace that shall no more be broken, 
 
 Peace between the soul and God. 
 
 3 God is Love ; — we read the writing 
 Traced so deeply in the smiting 
 
 Of the glorious Surety there. 
 God is Light ; — we see it teaming, 
 Like a heavenly dayspring gleaming, 
 
 So divinely sweet and fair. 
 
 4 Cross of shame, yet tree of glory, 
 Round thee winds the one great story 
 
 Of this ever-changing earth ; 
 Centre of the true and holy, 
 Grave of human sin and folly, 
 
 Womb of nature's second birth. 
 
 Rev. Horatius Bonar. (1808 — ) 1866. ab. 
 
 252 "ft is finished.'" 8, 7, 4. 
 
 1 Hark, the voice of love and mercy 
 
 Sounds aloud from Calvary ; 
 See, it rends the rocks asunder, 
 
 Shakes the earth, and veils the sky: 
 
 "It is finished!" 
 Hear the dying Saviour cry. 
 
 2 " It is finished !" O what pleasure 
 
 Do these charming words afford ! 
 
 Heavenly blessings without measure 
 
 Flow to us from Christ, the Lord: 
 
 "It is finished!" 
 Saints, the dying words record. 
 
 3 Finished all the types and shadows 
 
 Ol the ceremonial law ! 
 Finished all that God had promised ; 
 Death and hell no more shall awe : 
 
 " It is finished !" 
 Saints, from hence your comfort draw. 
 
 4 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs, 
 
 Join to sing the pleasing theme; 
 All on earth and all in heaven, 
 Join to praise Immanuel's name: 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 Glory to the bleeding Lamb. 
 
 Rev. Jonathan Evans. (1749 — 1S09. ) 1787. ab. 
 ^5«3 f A Fountain opened. 8,7,61. 
 
 1 Come to Calvary's holy mountain, 
 
 Sinners ruined by the fall ; 
 Here a pure and healing fountain 
 
 Flows to you, to me, to all, 
 In a full, perpetual tide, 
 Opened when our Saviour died. 
 
 2 Come in poverty and meanness, 
 
 Come defiled, without, within; 
 From infection and unclean ness, 
 
 From the leprosy of sin, 
 Wash your robes and make them white : 
 Ye shall walk with God in light. 
 
 3 Come, in sorrow and contrition, 
 
 Wounded, impotent, and blind; 
 Here the guilty, free remission, 
 
 Here the troubled, peace may find; 
 Health this fountain will restore, 
 He that drinks shall thirst no more : - 
 
 4 He that drinks shall live forever ; 
 
 'Tis a soul-renewing flood: 
 God is faithful ; God will never 
 
 Break His covenant in blood, 
 Signed when our Redeemer died, 
 Sealed when He was glorified. 
 
 James Montgomery. 1819. 
 ^j4 " Prome vocem, mens, canoram." 8, 7- 61. 
 
 I Now, my soul, thy voice upraising, 
 Tell in sweet and mournful strain, 
 
 How the Crucified, enduring 
 
 Grief, and wounds, and dying pain, 
 
 Freely of His love was offered, 
 Sinless was for sinners slain. 
 
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 CHRIST. 
 
 2 Scourged with unrelenting fury 
 
 For the sins which we deplore, 
 By His livid stripes He heals us, 
 
 Raising us to fall no more : 
 All our bruises gently soothing, 
 
 Binding up the bleeding sore. 
 
 3 See, His hands and feet are fastened; 
 
 So He makes His people free: 
 Not a wound whence blood is flowing 
 
 But a fount of grace shall be ; 
 Yea the very nails which nail Him 
 
 Nail us also to the tree. 
 
 4 Through His heart the spear is piercing, 
 
 Though His foes have seen tlim die; 
 Blood and water thence are streaming 
 
 In a tide of mystery, 
 Water from our guilt to cleanse us, 
 
 Blood to win us crowns on high. 
 
 5 Jesus, may those precious fountains 
 
 Drink to thirsting souls afford; 
 Let them be our cup and healing, 
 
 And at length our full reward ;. 
 So a ransomed world shall ever 
 
 Praise Thee, its redeeming Lord. 
 
 Santolius Maglorianus. (1628 — 1684.) 
 Tr. by Rev. Sir Henry Williams Baker. (1821— ) 1861. 
 
 255 " f™ j'ltsta Conditoris. " 8,7.61. 
 
 1 He, who once in righteous vengeance 
 
 Whelmed the world beneath the flood, 
 Once again in mercy cleansed it 
 
 With His own most precious blood; 
 Coming from His throne on high, 
 On the painful cross to die. 
 
 2 O the wisdom of the Eternal ! 
 
 O its depth, and height divine ! 
 O the sweetness of that mercy 
 
 Which in Jesus Christ did shine ! 
 We were sinners doomed to die ; 
 Jesus paid the penalty. 
 
 3 When before the Judge we tremble, 
 
 Conscious of His broken laws, 
 May the blood of His atonement 
 
 Cry aloud, and plead our cause ; 
 Bid our guilty terrors cease, 
 Be our pardon and our peace. 
 
 Roman Breviary. 
 Tr. by Rev. Edward Caswall. (1814- )i84g. ab. and alt. 
 
 25" Looking at the Cross. C. M. 
 
 1 In evil long I took delight, 
 
 Unawed by shame or fear, 
 Till a new object struck my sight, 
 And stopped my wild career. 
 
 2 I saw One hanging on a tree, 
 
 In agonies and blood; 
 Who fixed His languid eyes on me, 
 As near His cross I stood. 
 
 3 Sure, never till my latest breath, 
 
 Can I forget that look; 
 It seemed to charge me with His death. 
 Though not a word He spoke. 
 
 4 My conscience felt and owned the guilt, 
 
 And plunged me in despair; 
 I saw my sins His blood had spilt, 
 And helped to nail Him there. 
 
 5 Alas, I knew not what I did, 
 
 But all my tears were vain ; 
 Where could my trembling soul be hid, 
 For I the Lord had slain. 
 
 6 A second l#ok He gave, that said, 
 ' ' I freely all forgive ; 
 
 This blood is for thy ransom paid, 
 I die that thou mayest live." 
 
 7 Thus, while His death my sin displays 
 
 In all its blackest hue, 
 Such is the mystery of grace, 
 It seals my pardon too. 
 
 8 With pleasing grief, and mournful joy, 
 
 My spirit now is filled, 
 That I should such a life destroy, 
 Yet live by Him I killed. 
 
 Rev. John Newton. (1725 — 1807.) 1779. 
 25/ Tlie Tomb of Jesus. CM. 
 
 1 COME, see the place where Jesus lies : 
 
 The last sad rite is done ; 
 With aching hearts, and weeping eyes. 
 The faithful few are gone. 
 
 2 They washed with tears each bloody trace 
 
 On those dear limbs that lay ; 
 Then spread the napkin o'er His face, 
 And turned and went their way. 
 
CHRIST, 
 
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 3 By the sealed stones with grounded spears! 
 The guards their vigils keep : 
 They wist not other eyes than theirs 
 Watch o'er the Saviour's sleep. 
 
 4 All Heaven above, all Hell beneath, 
 
 Bright hope and blank dismay, 
 Look on to see if grisly Death 
 Can hold his mighty prey. 
 
 5 Now, grisly Death, thy powers combine ! 
 
 Now gird thee to the strife ! 
 Yet needs there stronger arm than thine 
 To keep the Lord of life. 
 
 6 'T is done ! O Death, thy Victor-guest 
 
 Hath smoothed thy visage grim ; 
 O Grave, thou place of blessed rest 
 To all who sleep in Him ! 
 
 Re%'. Thomas Edwards Hankinson. (1805 — 1843.) 1843. 
 
 258 
 
 Christ in the Tomb. 7. 61. 
 
 i Resting from His work to-day, 
 In the tomb the Saviour lay; 
 Still He slept, from head to feet 
 Shrouded in the winding sheet, 
 Lying in the rock alone, 
 Hidden by the sealed stone. 
 
 2 Late at even there was seen 
 Watching long the Magdalene 
 Early, ere the break of day, 
 Sorrowful she took her way 
 To the holy garden glade, 
 Where her buried Lord was laid. 
 
 3 So with Thee, till life shall end, 
 I would solemn vigil spend; 
 
 Let me hew Thee, Lord, a shrine 
 In this rocky heart of mine, 
 Where in pure embalmed cell 
 None but Thee may ever dwell. 
 
 4 Myrrh and spices will I bring, 
 True affection's offering; 
 
 Close the door from sight and sound 
 Of the busy world around ; 
 And in patient watch remain 
 Till my Lord appear again. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Whytehead. (1815 — 1843.) 1842. ab and alt. 
 259 "All is o'er" 7. 61. 
 
 I All is o'er, the pain, the sorrow, 
 Human taunts and fiendish spite ; 
 
 Death shall be despoiled to-morrow 
 
 Of the prey he grasps to-night; 
 Yet once more to seal his doom, 
 Christ must sleep within the tomb. 
 
 2 Close and still the cell that holds Him, 
 While in brief repose He lies; 
 
 Deep the slumber that enfolds Him, 
 
 Veiled awhile from mortal eyes ; 
 Slumber such as needs must be 
 After hard-won victory. 
 
 3 Fierce and deadly was the anguish, 
 
 Which on yonder cross He bore ; 
 How did soul and body languish, 
 
 Till the toil of death was o'er : 
 But that toil, so fierce and dread, 
 Bruised and crushed the' serpent's head. 
 
 4 Now to-night, with plaintive voicing, 
 
 Chant His requiem soft and low ; 
 Loftier strain of loud rejoicing 
 
 From to-morrow's harps shall flow : 
 "Death and hell at length are slain. 
 Christ hath triumphed, Christ doth reign." 
 
 Rev. John Moultrie. (1S04 -) 1836. ab. and si. alt. 
 260 
 
 "He is risen." 
 Mark. xvi. 6. 
 
 1 "CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day," 
 Sons of men and angels say. 
 
 Raise your joys and triumphs high ; 
 Sing, ye heavens; and earth, reply. 
 
 2 Love's redeeming work is done, 
 Fought the fight, the battle won. 
 Lo, our Sun's eclipse is o'er; 
 Lo, He sets in blood no more. 
 
 3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal; 
 Christ has burst the gates of hell ; 
 Death in vain forbids His rise: 
 Christ has opened paradise. 
 
 4 Lives again our glorious King: 
 Where, O Death, is now thy sting? 
 Once He died our souls to save : 
 Where thy victory, O grave ? 
 
 5 Soar we now where Christ has led, 
 Following our exalted Head: 
 Made like Him, like Him we rise ; 
 Ours the Cross, the grave, the skies. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708 — 1788.) 1739. ab. and alt 
 
76 CHRIST. 
 
 «"•* "Surrexit Christus hodie." \ 
 
 1 JESUS Christ is risen to-day, 
 Our triumphant holy-day; 
 Who did once upon the cross 
 Suffer to redeem our loss. 
 
 2 Hymns of praise then let us sing 
 Unto Christ our heavenly King, 
 Who endured the cross and grave, 
 Sinners to redeem and save. 
 
 3 But the pains which He endured, 
 Our salvation have procured : 
 Now above the sky He 's king, 
 Where the angels ever sing. 
 
 4 Sing we to our God above 
 Praise eternal as His love ; 
 Praise Him, all ye heavenly host, 
 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 
 
 Unknown Author of the 15th cent. 
 First three verses in Tate and Brady's Supplement. 1703. 
 
 262 
 
 The Women at the Sepulchre. 
 Luke xxiv. 1 — 10. 
 
 1 Hail to Thee, our risen King, 
 Joyfully Thy praise we sing; 
 For, the mighty conflict o'er, 
 Now Thou livest evermore. 
 
 2 Thou within the tomb hast slept, 
 Angel-guards Thy vigil kept : 
 'Twas their word to Mary brought 
 Tidings of the Lord she sought: — 
 
 3 " Seek Him not among the dead. 
 He is risen, as He said:" 
 Gladdened by the angelic word. 
 Turning, she beheld her Lord. 
 
 4 Fain like Mary, Lord, would we 
 In Thy glorious presence be; 
 Hear Thy voice, behold Thy face, 
 Praise Thee for Thy wondrous grace. 
 
 5 Resurrection-life hast Thou 
 Given to Thy people now ; 
 
 Haste the time when, raised to Thee, 
 We shall manifested be. 
 
 S. A. 1863. ab. 
 Resurrection of Christ. 
 
 i Angels, roll the rock away, 
 Death, yield up thy mighty prey: 
 See, He rises from the tomb, 
 Glowing with immortal bloom. 
 
 263 
 
 2 ' T is the Saviour, angels raise 
 Fame's eternal trump of praise; 
 Let the earth's remotest bound 
 Hear the joy-inspiring sound. 
 
 3 Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes, 
 Now to glory see Him rise 
 In full triumph up the sky, 
 Up to waiting worlds on high. 
 
 4 Heaven displays her portals wide, 
 Glorious Hero, through them ride; 
 King of Glory, mount Thy throne, 
 Thy great Father's and Thine own. 
 
 5 Praise Him, all ye heavenly choirs, 
 Strike and sweep your golden lyres : 
 Shout, O earth, in rapturous song, 
 Let the strains be sweet and strong. 
 
 6 Every note with wonder swell, 
 Sin o'erthrown and captived hell ; 
 Where is hell's once dreaded King? 
 Where, O death, thy mortal sting? 
 
 Rev. Thomas Scott. ( — 1776.) 1769. ab. 
 204 "The Lord is risen." 7. 
 
 i CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day, 
 Our triumphant holy-day : 
 He endured the cross and grave, 
 Sinners to redeem and save. 
 
 2 Lo, He rises, mighty King : 
 Where, O death, is now thy sting? 
 Lo, He claims His native sky: 
 Grave, v/here is thy victory? 
 
 3 Sinners, see your ransom paid, 
 Peace with God forever made : 
 With your risen Saviour rise ; 
 Claim with Him the purchased skies. 
 
 4 Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day, 
 Our triumphant holy-day ; 
 Loud the song of victory raise ; 
 Shout the great Redeemer's praise. 
 
 Rev. Josiah Pratt's (1768 — 1844.) Collection. 1829. 
 ™"j '■ Christies ist ersianden." 7- 
 
 1 CHRIST, the Lord, is risen again, 
 Christ hath broken every chain : 
 Hark, the angels shout for joy, 
 Singing evermore on high. 
 
 2 He who bore all pain and loss 
 Comfortless upon the cross, 
 
CHRIST. 
 
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 Lives in glory now on high, 
 Pleads for us, and hears our cry. 
 
 3 He who slumbered in the grave, 
 Is exalted now to save ; 
 
 Now through Christendom it rings, 
 That the Lamb is King of kings. 
 
 4 Now He bids us tell abroad, 
 How the lost may be restored, 
 How the penitent forgiven, 
 How we, too, may enter heaven. 
 
 5 Thou our Paschal Lamb indeed, 
 Christ, to-day Thy people feed; 
 Take our sins and guilt away; 
 Let us sing by night and day. 
 
 Rev. Michael Weisse. ( — 1540.) 1531. 
 [>. bv Miss Catherine Winkwortli. (1829—) 1858. ab. 
 
 The Resurrection of Christ. 
 Luke xxiv. 34. 
 
 H. M. 
 
 266 
 
 1 Yes, the Redeemer rose; 
 
 The Saviour left the dead ; 
 And o'er our hellish foes 
 
 High raised His conquering head; 
 In wild dismay, the guards around 
 Fell to the ground, and sunk away. 
 
 2 Lo, the angelic bands 
 
 In full assembly meet, 
 To wait His high commands, 
 
 And worship at His feet: 
 Joyful they come, and wing their way, 
 From realms of day, to such a tomb. 
 
 3 Then back to heaven they fly, 
 
 And the glad tidings bear; 
 Hark, as they soar on high, 
 
 What music fills the air: 
 Their anthems say, 'Jesus, who bled, 
 Hath left the dead ; He rose to-day.' 
 
 4 Ye mortals, catch the sound, 
 
 Redeemed by Him from hell ; 
 And send the echo round 
 
 The globe on which you dwell : 
 Transported cry, 'Jesus, who bled, 
 Hath left the dead, no more to die.' 
 
 5 All hail, triumphant Lord, 
 
 Who savest us with Thy blood ! 
 Wide be Thy name adored, 
 
 Thou rising, reigning God. 
 With Thee we rise, with Thee we reign, 
 And empires gain beyond the skies. 
 
 Rev. Philip Doddridge. (1702 — 1751.) 1755. 
 
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 'jA.i-t Captivity led captive. H. M. 
 
 ^ u / Ps. lxviii. 18. Eph. iv. 8. 
 
 i The happy rnorn is come ; 
 
 The Saviour leaves the grave ; 
 His glorious work is done, 
 
 Almighty now to save : 
 Captivity is captive led, 
 Since Jesus liveth that was dead, 
 
 2 Who to our charge shall lay 
 
 Iniquity and guilt? 
 All sin is done away, 
 
 Since His rich blood was spilt: 
 Captivity is captive led, 
 Since Jesus liveth that was dead. 
 
 3 Christ hath the ransom paid ; 
 
 The glorious work is done; 
 On Him our help is laid, 
 
 The victory is won : 
 Captivity is captive led, 
 Since Jesus liveth that was dead. 
 
 4 Hail the triumphant Lord ! 
 
 The resurrection Thou I 
 We bless Thy sacred word, 
 
 Before Thy throne we bow: 
 Captivity is captive led, 
 Since Jesus liveth that was dead. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Haweis. (1732 — 1820.) 1792. aV. 
 
 Christ oiir High Priest 
 Heb. x. 21. 
 
 H. M. 
 
 268 
 
 1 The atoning work is done, 
 
 The victim's blood is shed, 
 And Jesus now is gone 
 
 His people's cause to plead : 
 He stands in heaven their great High Priest, 
 And bears their names upon His breast. 
 
 2 He sprinkles with His blood 
 
 The mercy-seat above ; 
 For justice had withstood 
 
 The purposes of love: 
 But justice now objects no more, 
 And mercy yields her boundless store. 
 
 3 No temple made with hands 
 
 His place of sen-ice is ; 
 In heaven itself He stands, 
 
 A heavenly priesthood His : 
 In Him the shadows of the law 
 Are all fulfilled, and now withdraw.. 
 
7^ 
 
 CHRIST. 
 
 4 And though awhile He be 
 Hid from the eyes of men, 
 His people look to see 
 
 Their great High Priest again: 
 In brightest glory He will come, 
 And take His waiting people home. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Kelly. (1769 — 1855.) 18 
 
 269 
 
 H. M. 
 
 The Work that saves. 
 
 1 Done is the work that saves, 
 
 Once and forever done ; 
 Finished the righteousness 
 
 That clothes the unrighteous one : 
 The love that blesses us below 
 Is flowing freely to us now. 
 
 2 The sacrifice is o'er, 
 
 The veil is rent in twain, 
 The mercy seat is red 
 
 With blood of victim slain : 
 Why stand we then without, in fear? 
 The blood divine invites us near. 
 
 3 The gate is open wide, 
 
 The new and living way 
 Is clear, and free, and bright, 
 
 With love, and peace, and day: 
 Into the holiest now we come, 
 Our present and our endless home. 
 
 4 Upon the mercy-seat 
 
 The High Priest sits within; 
 The blood is in His hand 
 
 Which makes and keeps us clean : 
 With boldness let us now draw near; 
 That blood has banished every fear. 
 
 Rev. Horatius Bonar. (1808 — ) 1866. ab. 
 
 Weeping Mary. 
 John xx. 11 — 16. 
 
 7.D. 
 
 270 
 
 i Mary to her Saviour's tomb 
 
 Hasted at the early dawn ; 
 Spice she brought and sweet perfume ; 
 
 But the Lord she loved was gone. 
 For awhile she weeping stood, 
 
 Struck with sorrow and surprise, 
 Shedding tears, a plenteous flood, 
 
 For her heart supplied her eyes. 
 
 2 Jesus, who is always near, 
 
 Though too often unperceived, 
 
 Came, His drooping child to cheer, 
 
 Kindly asking why she grieved. 
 
 Though at first she knew Him not, 
 When He called her by her name, 
 
 Then her griefs were all forgot, 
 For she found He was the same. 
 
 3 Grief and sighing quickly fled 
 
 When she heard His welcome voice; 
 Just before, she thought Him dead, 
 
 Now, He bids her heart rejoice. 
 What a change His word can make, 
 
 Turning darkness into day ! 
 You who weep for Jesus' sake, 
 
 He will wipe your tears away. 
 
 4 He who came to comfort her, 
 
 When she thought her all was lost, 
 Will for your relief appear, 
 
 Though you now are tempest-tost. 
 On His word your burden cast, 
 
 On His love your thoughts employ; 
 Weeping for a while may last, 
 
 But the morning brings the joy. 
 
 Rev. John Newton. (1725 — 1807.) 1779. 
 
 271 The Shout 0/ Triumph. 7- D. 
 
 i Sons of Zion, raise your songs, 
 Praise to Zion's King belongs; 
 His the victor's crown and fame, 
 Glory to the Saviour's name. 
 Sore the strife, but rich the prize, 
 Precious in the Victor's eyes ; 
 Glorious is the work achieved, 
 Satan vanquished, man relieved. 
 
 2 Sing we then the Victor's praise, 
 Go ye forth and strew the ways; 
 Bid Him welcome to His throne, 
 He is worthy, He alone. 
 Place the crown upon His brow ; 
 Every knee to Him shall bow ; 
 Him the brightest seraph sings, 
 Heaven proclaims Him "King of kings." 
 
 Rev. Thomas Kelly. 1839. 
 
 272 The Sepulchre on Sabbath Morning. C. L. M. 
 
 I How calm and beautiful the morn, 
 That gilds the sacred tomb, 
 Where Christ the crucified was borne, 
 
 And veiled in midnight gloom ! 
 O weep no more the Saviour slain, 
 The Lord is risen, He lives again. 
 
CHRIST. 
 
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 2 Ye mourning saints, dry every tear 
 
 For your departed Lord; 
 " Behold the place, He is not here," 
 
 The tomb is all unbarred : 
 The gates of death were closed in vain, 
 The Lord is risen — He lives again. 
 
 3 Now cheerful to the house of prayer 
 
 Your early footsteps bend; 
 The Saviour will Himself be there, 
 
 Your Advocate and Friend : 
 Once by the law your hopes were slain, 
 But now in Christ ye live again. 
 
 4 How tranquil now the rising day ! 
 
 'Tis Jesus still appears, 
 
 A risen Lord, to chase away 
 
 Your unbelieving fears : 
 
 O weep no more your comforts slain, 
 
 The Lord is risen, He lives again. 
 
 5 And when the shades of evening fall, 
 
 When life's last hour draws nigh, 
 If Jesus shines upon the soul, 
 How blissful then to die ! 
 Since He has risen that once was slain, 
 Ye die in Christ to live again. 
 
 Thomas Hastings. (1792 — 1872.) 1832. 
 £ /O " Auror.i Ca>lum pttrpurat." C. li 
 
 1 The morning purples all the sky, 
 
 The air with praises rings; 
 Defeated hell stands sullen by, 
 
 The world exulting sings: 
 Glory to God ! our glad lips cry; 
 All glory be to God Most High! 
 
 2 While He, the King all strong to save, 
 
 Rends the dark doors away, 
 And through the breaches of the grave 
 
 Strides forth into the day, 
 Glory to God ! our glad lips cry; 
 All glory be to God Most High ! 
 
 3 Death's captive, in his gloomy prison 
 
 Fast fettered He has lain ; 
 But He has mastered death, is risen, 
 
 And death wears now the chain. 
 Glory to God! our glad lips cry; 
 All glory be to God Most High ! 
 
 4 The shining angels cry, "Away 
 
 With grief; no spices bring; 
 Not tears, but songs, this joyful day, 
 
 Should greet the rising king !" 
 Glory to God ! our glad lips cry; 
 All glory be to God Most High! 
 
 5 That Thou our Paschal Lamb mayst be, 
 
 And endless joy begin, 
 Jesus, Deliverer, set us free 
 
 From the dread death of sin. 
 Glory to God ! our glad lips cry; 
 All glory be to God Most High ! 
 
 Ambrose of Milan. (340 — 397. 
 Tr. by Rev. Alexander Ramsay Thompson. (1822 — ) 1869. 
 
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 2 /4 " Ich sage fede/n dass Er Ubt" C. M. 
 
 1 I SAY to all men, far and near, 
 
 That He is risen again ; 
 That He is with us now and here, 
 And ever shall remain. 
 
 2 And what I say, let each this morn 
 
 Go tell it to his friend, 
 That soon in every place shall dawn 
 His Kingdom without end. 
 
 3 Now first to souls who thus awake 
 
 Seems earth a Fatherland : 
 A new and endless life they take 
 With rapture from His hand. 
 
 4 The fears of death and of the grave 
 
 Are whelmed beneath the sea, 
 And every heart, now light and brave, 
 May face the things to be. 
 
 5 The way of darkness that He trod 
 
 To heaven at last shall come, 
 And he who hearkens to His word 
 Shall reach His Father's home. 
 
 Frederich von Hardenburg. (1772 iSot.) 1790. 
 Tr. by Miss Catharine Winkworth. 1858. ab. 
 
 2 /5 Christ's Triumph over death. C. M. 
 
 1 Ye choirs of new Jerusalem, 
 
 Your sweetest notes employ, 
 The Paschal victory to hymn 
 In strains of holy joy. 
 
 2 For Judah's Lion bursts His chains, 
 
 Crushing the serpent's head ; 
 And cries aloud through death's domains, 
 To wake the imprisoned dead. 
 
So 
 
 CHRIST. 
 
 4 Triumphant in His glory now, 
 
 To him all power is given ; 
 To Him in one communion bow 
 All saints in earth and heaven. 
 
 5 While we, His soldiers, praise our King, 
 
 His mercy we implore, 
 Within His palace bright to bring 
 And keep us evermore. 
 
 Fulbert of Chartres. ( — c. 1029.) 
 Tr. by Robert Campbell. (—1868.) 1850. ab. 
 
 27O Tnistin Christ. CM 
 
 1 O JESUS, when I think of Thee, 
 
 Thy manger, cross, and throne, 
 My spirit trusts exultingly 
 In Thee, and Thee alone. 
 
 2 I see Thee in Thy weakness first ; 
 
 Then, glorious from Thy shame, 
 I see Thee death's strong fetters burst, 
 And reach heaven's mightiest name. 
 
 3 In each, a brother's love I trace 
 
 By power divine exprest, 
 One in Thy Father God's embrace, 
 As on Thy mother's breast. 
 
 4. For me Thou didst become a man, 
 For me didst weep and die ; 
 For me achieve Thy wondrous plan, 
 For me ascend on high. 
 
 5 O let me share Thy holy birth, 
 
 Thy faith, Thy death to sin ! 
 And, strong amidst the toils of earth, 
 My heavenly life begin. 
 
 6 Then shall I know what means the strain 
 
 Triumphant of Saint Paul : 
 "To live is Christ, to die is gain;" 
 "Christ is my all in all." 
 
 Rev. George Washington Bethune. (1805 — 1862.) 1847. 
 
 The Lord is risen indeed." 
 Luke xxiv. 34. 
 
 277 
 
 1 "The Lord is risen indeed," 
 
 Then is His work performed; 
 
 The captive surety now is freed, 
 
 And death, our foe, disarmed. 
 
 2 " The Lord is risen indeed," 
 
 Then hell has lost his prey ; 
 With Him is risen the ransomed seed, 
 To reign in endless day. 
 
 S. M. 
 
 "The Lord is risen indeed," 
 
 He lives, to die no more; 
 He lives, the sinner's cause to plead, 
 
 Whose curse and shame He bore. 
 
 4 "The Lord is risen indeed," 
 Attending angels, hear; 
 
 Up to the courts of heaven, with speed, 
 The joyful tidings bear. 
 
 5 Then take your golden lyres, 
 
 And strike each cheerful chord; 
 Join all the bright celestial choirs, 
 To sing our risen Lord. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Kelly. (17C9 — 1855.) 1812. ab. 
 £/& Gone into Heaven. S. M. 
 
 1 THOU art gone up on high 
 
 To mansions in the skies ; 
 And round Thy throne unceasingly 
 The songs of praise arise. 
 
 2 But we are lingering here 
 With sin and care oppressed : 
 
 Lord, send Thy promised Comforter, 
 And lead us to Thy rest. 
 
 3 Thou art gone up on high : 
 But Thou didst rirst come down, 
 
 Through earth's most bitter agony 
 To pass unto Thy crown. 
 
 4 And girt with griefs and fears 
 
 Our onward course must be; 
 But only let that path of tears 
 Lead us at last to Thee. 
 
 5 Thou art gone up on high : 
 
 But thou shalt come again, 
 With all the bright ones of the sky 
 Attendant in Thy train. 
 
 6 O by Thy saving power 
 
 So make us live and die, 
 That we may stand, in that dread hour, 
 At Thy right hand on high. 
 
 Mrs. Emma Toke. (1812 — ) 1851. 
 
 « / y " The Conqueror reigns. " 
 
 I JESUS, the Conqueror, reigns, 
 In glorious strength arrayed ; 
 His kingdom over all maintains, 
 And bids the earth be glad. 
 
 S. M. 
 
 
CHRIST, 
 
 Si 
 
 2 Ye sons of men, rejoice 
 
 In Jesus' mighty love; 
 Lift up your heart, lift up your voice, 
 To Him who rules above. 
 
 3 Extol His kingly power ; 
 
 Kiss the exalted Son, 
 Who died, and lives to die no more, 
 High on His Father's throne. 
 
 4 Our Advocate with God, 
 
 He undertakes our cause, 
 And spreads through all the earth abroad 
 The victory of His cross. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708 — 1788.) 1749. ab. 
 
 " Our Lord is risen." 
 Ps. XXIV. 
 
 S.M. 
 
 280 
 
 1 OUR Lord is risen from the dead, 
 
 Our Jesus is gone up on high; 
 The powers of hell are captive led, 
 Dragged to the portals of the sky. 
 
 2 There His triumphal chariot waits, 
 
 And angels chant the solemn lay : — 
 "Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates, 
 Ye everlasting doors, give way, 
 
 3 " Loose all your bars of massy light, 
 
 And wide unfold the ethereal scene; 
 He claims these mansions as His right ; 
 Receive the King of glory in." 
 
 4 '• Who is this King of glory, who?" 
 
 •' The Lord that all His foes o'ercame ; 
 The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew ; 
 And Jesus is the conqueror's name." 
 
 5 Lo, His triumphal chariot waits, 
 
 And angels chant the solemn lay : — 
 ••'Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates, 
 Ye everlasting doors, give way." 
 
 6 "Who is this King of glory, who?" 
 
 " The Lord of glorious power possessed. 
 The King of saints and angels, too : 
 God over all, forever blessed." 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. 1743. ab. 
 
 2 When in glories all divine, 
 
 Through the earth Thy Church shallshine, 
 Kings in prayer and praise shall wait, 
 Bending at Thy temple's gate. 
 
 Rev. William Goode. (1762 — 1816.) 1S11. ah. 
 £OZ " fify Redeemer L ives. " L . M . 
 
 1 "I know that my Redeemer lives :" 
 What comfort this sweet sentence gives, 
 He lives, He lives, who once was dead, 
 He lives, my ever-living head. 
 
 2 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. 
 
 3 He lives to grant me rich supply, 
 He lives to guide me with His eye, 
 He lives to comfort me when faint. 
 He lives to hear my souls complaint. 
 
 4 He lives to silence all my fears, 
 
 He lives to stoop and wipe my tears, 
 He lives to calm nvy troubled heart, 
 He lives all blessings to impart. 
 
 5 He lives, my kind, my faithful Friend, 
 He lives and loves me to the end. 
 
 He lives, and while he lives I'll sing, 
 He lives, my Prophet, Priest, and King. 
 
 6 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. 
 
 7 He lives, all glory to His Xame ; 
 He lives, my Jesus, still the same : 
 O the sweet joy this sentence gives, 
 "I know that my Redeemer lives." 
 
 Rev. Samuel Medley. (1738 — 1799) 1789. ab. 
 
 283 
 
 The Ascended Saviour." 
 Ps. lxviii. 
 
 28l 
 
 I LORD, Thy Church hath seen Thee rise 
 To Thy temple in the skies : 
 God my Saviour. God my King; 
 While Thy ransomed round Thee sinjr. 
 
 Christ dying, rising; and reigning. L. M, 
 
 i He dies, the Friend of sinners dies ; 
 Lo, Salem's daughters weep around; 
 A solemn darkness veils the skies ; 
 
 A sudden trembling shakes the ground. 
 
 2 Here's love and grief beyond degree ; 
 The Lord of glory dies for men ; 
 But lo, what sudden joys I see, 
 Jesus, the dead, revives again. 
 
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 CHRIST. 
 
 3 The rising God forsakes the tomb, 
 
 Up to His Father's court He flies; 
 Cherubic legions guard Him home, 
 And shout Him welcome to the skies. 
 
 4 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell 
 
 How high our great Deliverer reigns ; 
 Sing how He spoiled the hosts of hell, 
 And led the monster death in chains. 
 
 5 Say, " Live forever, wondrous King, 
 
 Born to redeem, and strong to save ! " 
 Then ask the monster, "Where's thy sting?" 
 "And where's thy victory, boasting grave?" 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1706. ab. 
 Alt. by Rev. John Wesley. (1703 — 1791.) 
 
 sfQ.i Christ interceding. L. M. 
 
 ^04 Heb. vii. 25. 
 
 i He lives, the Great Redeemer lives, 
 What joy the blest assurance gives ; 
 And now, before His Father, God, 
 Pleads the full merits of His blood. 
 
 2 Repeated crimes awake our fears, 
 
 And justice armed with frowns appears ; 
 But in the Saviour's lovely face 
 Sweet mercy smiles, and all is peace. 
 
 3 Hence, then, ye black, despairing thoughts; 
 Above our fears, above our faults, 
 
 His powerful intercessions rise, 
 And guilt recedes, and terror dies. 
 
 4 \n every dark, distressful hour, 
 When sin and Satan join their power, 
 Let this dear hope repel the dart, 
 That Jesus uears us on His heart. 
 
 5 Great Advocate, Almighty Friend, 
 On Him our humble hopes depend; 
 Our cause can never, never fail, 
 For Jesus pleads, and must prevail. 
 
 Miss Annie Steele. (1716 — 1778.) 1760. 
 ^Oj " Aeterne Rex altissime." L. M. 
 
 i O LORD most High, Eternal King, 
 By Thee redeemed Thy praise we sing ; 
 The bonds of death are burst by Thee, 
 And grace has won the victory. 
 
 2 Ascending to the Father's throne 
 
 Thou claim'st the kingdom as Thine own; 
 Thy days of mortal weakness o'er, 
 All power is Thine for evermore. 
 
 j To Thee the whole creation now 
 Shall, in its threefold order, bow, 
 Of things on earth, and things on high, 
 And things that underneath us lie. 
 
 4 Be Thou our joy, O mighty Lord, 
 As Thou wilt be our great reward ; 
 Let all our glory be in Thee 
 Both now and through eternity. 
 
 5 All praise from every heart and tongue 
 To Thee, ascended Lord, be sung ; 
 All praise to God the Father be, 
 
 And Holy Ghost, eternally. 
 
 Ambrose of Milan. (340 — 397.) 
 Tr. by Rev. John Mason Neale. (1818-1866O1861, ab. and alt. 
 
 286 
 
 Christ ascending: 
 
 1 Hail the day that sees Him rise, 
 Ravished from our wishful eyes ; 
 Christ, awhile to mortals given, 
 Re-ascends His native heaven. 
 There the glorious triumph waits, 
 Lift your heads, eternal gates ; 
 Wide unfold the radiant scene, 
 Take the King of Glory in. 
 
 2 Him though highest heaven receives, 
 Still He loves the earth He leaves : 
 Though returning to His throne, 
 Still He calls mankind His own. 
 See, He lifts His hands above; 
 
 See, He shows the prints of love ; 
 Hark, His gracious lips bestow 
 Blessings on His Church below. 
 
 3 Still for us His death He pleads ; 
 Prevalent, He intercedes; 
 
 Near Himself prepares our place, 
 Harbinger of human race. 
 Lord, though parted from our sight, 
 High above yon azure height, 
 Grant our hearts may thither rise, 
 Following Thee beyond the skies. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708 — 1788.) 1739. ab. 
 « O / "He is gone. ' ' 
 
 1 He is gone ! and we remain 
 In this world of sin and pain : 
 In the void which He has left, 
 
CHRIST. 
 
 83 
 
 On this earth of Him bereft, 
 We have still His work to do, 
 We can still His path pursue; 
 Seek Him both in friend and foe, 
 In ourselves His image show. 
 
 2 He is gone ! wa heard Him say, 
 "Good that I should go away;" 
 Gone is that dear form and face, 
 But not gone His present grace : 
 Though Himself no more we see, 
 Comfortless we cannot be ; 
 No, His Spirit still is ours, 
 Quickening, freshening all our powers. 
 
 3 He is gone ! unto their goal 
 World and Church must on ward roll; 
 Far behind we leave the past ; 
 Forward all our glances cast: 
 Still His words before us range 
 Through the ages, as they change; 
 Wheresoe'er the truth shall lead, 
 
 He will give whate'er we need. 
 
 4 He is gone ! but we once more 
 Shall behold Him as before, 
 
 In the heaven of heavens the same 
 As on earth he went and came : 
 In the many mansions there, 
 Place for us he will prepare : 
 In that world, unseen, unknown, 
 He and we shall yet be one. 
 
 Rev. Arthur Penrhyn Stanley. (1815 — ) 1859. ab. and si alt 
 
 nOQ "A ndyei have believed." L. M. 61. 
 
 ^OO John xx. 29. 
 
 i We did not see Thee lifted high, 
 
 Amid that wild and savage crew, 
 Nor heard Thy meek, imploring cry : 
 
 " Forgive, they know not what they do!" 
 Yet we believe the deed was done 
 Which shook the earth, and veiled the sun. 
 
 2 We stood not by the empty tomb 
 Where late Thy sacred body lay, 
 
 Nor sat within that upper room, 
 
 Nor met Thee in the open way : 
 But we believe that angels said 
 " Why seek the living with the dead ?" 
 
 3 We did not mark the chosen few, 
 When Thou didst thro' the clouds ascend, 
 
 First lift to heaven their wondering view, 
 Then to the earth all prostrate bend : 
 
 Yet we believe that mortal eyes 
 
 Beheld that journey to the skies. 
 
 4 And now that Thou dost reign on high, 
 And thence Thy waiting people bless ; 
 
 No ray of glory from the sky 
 
 Doth shine upon our wilderness : 
 
 But we believe Thy faithful word, 
 
 And trust in our redeeming Lord. 
 
 Rev. John Hampden Gurney. (1802 — 1862.) 1^38, 1851. ah 
 "O7 " Ich habe nun den Grund gefunden." L. M. 61. 
 
 i Now I have found the ground wherein 
 Sure my soul's anchor may remain : 
 
 The wounds of Jesus, for my sin 
 Before the world's foundation slain ; 
 
 Whose mercy shall unshaken stay 
 
 When heaven and earth are fled away. 
 
 2 O Love, Thou bottomless abyss ! 
 My sins are swallowed up in Thee : 
 
 Covered is my unrighteousness, 
 
 Nor spot of guilt remains in me : 
 While Jesus' blood through earth and skies, 
 Mercy, free, boundless mercy, cries ! 
 
 3 With faith I plunge me in this sea; 
 Here is my hope, my joy, my rest ; 
 
 Hither, when hell assails, I flee, 
 
 I look into my Saviour's breast. 
 Away, sad doubt and anxious fear ! 
 Mercy is all that's written there. 
 
 4 Though waves and storms go o'er my head; 
 Though strength, and health, and friends 
 
 be gone, 
 Though joys be withered all and dead ; 
 
 Though every comfort be withdrawn ; 
 On this my steadfast souls relies: 
 j Father, Thy mercy never dies. 
 
 Rev. John Andrew Rothe. (1688 — 1758.) 1728. 
 Tr. by Rev. John Wesley. (1703 — 1791.) 1740. ab. 
 
 290 
 
 6,4 
 
 Rise, glorious Conqueror, rise 
 Into Thy native skies ; 
 
 Assume Thy right ; 
 And where in many a fold 
 The clouds are backward rolled, 
 Pass through those gates of gold, 
 
 And reign in light. 
 
8 4 
 
 CHRIST, 
 
 2 Victor o'er death and hell, 
 Cherubic legions swell 
 
 The radiant train: 
 Praises all heaven inspire ; 
 Each angel sweeps his lyre, 
 And claps his wings of fire, 
 
 Thou Lamb once slain. 
 
 3 Enter, Incarnate God ! 
 
 No feet but Thine have trod 
 
 The serpent down : 
 Blow the full trumpets, blow, 
 Wider yon portals throw, 
 Saviour, triumphant, go, 
 
 And take Thy crown. 
 
 4 Lion of Judah, Hail ! 
 And let Thy name prevail 
 
 From age to age : 
 Lord of the rolling years, 
 Claim for Thine own the spheres, 
 For Thou hast bought with tears 
 
 Thy heritage. 
 
 Matthew Bridges. 1848. ab. 
 
 291 
 
 ' ' King of Saints. ' 
 Rev. xv. 3. 
 
 6, 4- 
 
 1 LET us awake our joys, 
 Strike up with cheerful voice, 
 
 Each creature sing : 
 Angels, begin the song, 
 Mortals, the strain prolong, 
 In accents sweet and strong, 
 • "Jesus is King." 
 
 2 Proclaim abroad His name, 
 Tell of His matchless fame ; 
 
 What wonders done : 
 Shout through hell's dark profound : 
 Let all the earth resound, 
 'Till the high heavens rebound, 
 
 "The victory 's won." 
 
 3 He vanquished sin and hell, 
 And the last foe will quell ; 
 
 Mourners, rejoice ! 
 His dying love adore, 
 Praise Him, now raised in power, 
 And triumph evermore, 
 
 With a glad voice. 
 
 4 All hail the glorious day, 
 When through the heavenly way 
 
 Lo, He shall come ! 
 
 While they who pierced Him wail, 
 His promise shall not fail ; 
 Saints, see your King prevail : 
 Come, dear Lord, come ! 
 
 Rev. William Kingsbury. (1744 — 1818.) 1806. 
 292 "Worthy the Lamb!" 6,4. 
 
 i Glory to God on high, 
 Let praises fill the sky ! 
 Praise ye His name. 
 Angels His name adore, 
 Who all our sorrows bore, 
 And saints cry evermore, 
 "Worthy the Lamb!" 
 
 2 All they around the throne 
 Cheerfully join in one, 
 
 Praising His name. 
 We who have felt His blood 
 Sealing our peace with God, 
 Spread His dear fame abroad: 
 
 "Worthy the Lamb !" 
 
 3 To Him our hearts we raise ; 
 None else shall have our praise; 
 
 Praise ye His name ! 
 Him, our exalted Lord, 
 By us below adored, 
 We praise with one accord, 
 
 "Worthy the Lamb!" 
 
 4 Join all the human race, 
 Our Lord and God to bless; 
 
 Praise ye His name ! 
 In Him we will rejoice, 
 Making a cheerful noise, 
 And say with heart and voice, 
 
 " Worthy the Lamb !" 
 
 5 Though we must change our place, 
 Our souls shall never cease 
 
 Praising His name; 
 To Him we'll tribute bring, 
 Laud Him our gracious King, 
 And without ceasing sing, 
 
 "Worthy the Lamb!" 
 
 Rev. James Allen. (1734 — 1804.) 1761 ab. 
 
 ^9«3 Praise to Jesus. 
 
 I Come, all ye saints of God, 
 Wide through the earth abroad 
 Spread Jesus' fame ; 
 
 6,4. 
 
CHRIST. 
 
 85 
 
 Tell what His love has done; 
 Trust in His name alone; 
 Shout to His lofty throne, 
 " Worthy the Lamb !" 
 
 2 Hence, gloomy doubts and fears; 
 Dry up your mournful tears; 
 
 Join our glad theme ; 
 Beauty for ashes bring; 
 Strike each melodious string; 
 Join heart and voice to sing, 
 
 "Worthy the Lamb!" 
 
 3 Hark how the choirs above, 
 Filled with the Saviour's love, 
 
 Dwell on His name; 
 There too may we be found, 
 With light and glory crowned, 
 While all the heavens resound, 
 
 "Worthy the Lamb!" 
 
 Rev. James Boden. (1757 — 1841.) 1801. si. alt. 
 294 ?* WiUkommeti Held im Streite." CM. 
 
 1 WELCOME, Thou victor in the strife, 
 
 Now welcome from the cave ! 
 To-day we triumph in Thy life 
 Around Thine empty grave. 
 
 2 Our enemy is put to shame, 
 
 His short-lived triumph o'er; 
 Our God is with us, we exclaim, 
 We fear our foe no more. 
 
 3 O share with us the spoils, we pray, 
 
 Thou diedst to achieve; 
 We meet within Thy house to-day 
 Our portion to receive. 
 
 4 And let Thy conquering banner wave 
 
 O'er hearts Thou makest free, 
 And point the path that from the grave 
 Leads heavenward up to Thee. 
 
 5 We bury all our sin and crime 
 
 Deep in our Saviour's tomb, 
 And seek the treasure there, that time 
 Nor change can e'er consume. 
 
 6 We die with Thee : O let us live 
 
 Henceforth to Thee aright; 
 The blessings Thou hast died to give 
 Be daily in our sight. 
 
 7 Fearless we lay us in the tomb, 
 
 And sleep the night away, 
 
 If Thou art there to break the gloom, 
 And call us back to clay. 
 
 Rev. Benjamin Schrr.olke. (1672 — 1737 ) 1712 
 Tr. by Miss Catherine Winkworth. (1S29-) 1855. ab. 
 
 yesus seen 0/ A ngeh. 
 1 Tim. iii. 16. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 295 
 
 1 BEYOND the glittering starry skies, 
 
 Far as the eternal hills, 
 There, in the boundless worlds of light, 
 Our dear Redeemer dwells. 
 
 2 Immortal angels, bright and fair, 
 
 In countless armies shine; 
 At His right hand, with golden harps, 
 They offer songs divine. 
 
 3 In all His toils, and dangerous paths, 
 They did His steps attend ; 
 
 Oft paused, and wondered how at last 
 This scene cf love would end. 
 
 4 And when the powers of hell combined 
 
 To rill His cup of woe, 
 Their pitying eyes beheld His tears 
 In bloody anguish flow. 
 
 5 As on the torturing tree He hung, 
 
 And darkness veiled the sky, 
 They saw, aghast, that awful sight, 
 The Lord of glory die. 
 
 6 Anon He bursts the gates of death, 
 
 And quells the tyrant's power ; 
 They saw the illustrious Conqueror rise, 
 And hailed the blessed hour. 
 
 7 They thronged His chariot up the sky, 
 
 And bore Him to His throne ; 
 Then swept their golden harps and cried, 
 " The glorious work is done !" 
 
 8 My soul the joyful triumph feels, 
 
 And thinks the moments long, 
 Ere she her Saviour's glory sees, 
 And joins the rapturous song. 
 
 Rev. James Fanch. 1776. 
 Rev. Daniel Turner. (1710 — 1798.) 1791. ab. and alt. 
 
 ' On His Head were many Croiims. " 
 
 Rev. XtX. 12 
 
 S. M. 
 
 296 
 
 i Crown Him with many crowns, 
 The Lamb upon His throne ! 
 Hark, how the heavenly anthem drowns 
 All music but its own. 
 
86 
 
 CHRIST. 
 
 2 Crown Him the Lord of love ! 
 
 Behold His hands and side, — 
 Rich wounds, yet visible above, 
 In beauty glorified. 
 
 3 Crown Him the Lord of peace ! 
 
 Whose power a sceptre sways, 
 From pole to pole, that wars may cease, 
 Absorbed in prayer and praise. 
 
 4 Crown Him the Lord of years, 
 
 The Potentate of time, 
 Creator of the rolling spheres, 
 Ineffably sublime ! 
 
 5 Crown Him the Lord of Heaven ! 
 
 One with the Father known, — 
 And the blest Spirit, through Him given 
 From yonder triune throne ! 
 
 6 All hail ! Redeemer, hail ! 
 
 For Thou hast died for me : 
 Thy praise shall never, never fail 
 Throughout eternity. 
 
 Matthew Bridges. (1800 — ) 1847. ab. 
 ^\) I Jesus enthroned in Glory. S. M. 
 
 i Throned high is Jesus now, 
 Upon His heavenly seat; 
 The kingly crown is on His brow, 
 The saints are at His feet. 
 
 2 In shining white they stand, 
 
 A great and countless throng; 
 A palmy sceptre in each hand, 
 On every lip a song. 
 
 3 They sing the Lamb of God, 
 
 Once slain on earth for them ; 
 The Lamb, through whose atoning blood 
 Each wears his diadem. 
 
 4 Thy grace, O Holy Ghost, 
 
 Thy blessed help supply, 
 That we may join the radiant host, 
 Who circle Christ on high. 
 
 Rev. Thomas James Judkin. (1788 — 187X.) 1831. 
 ^•\fO " Ascendens in altum Dominus." S. M. 
 
 I The Lord on high ascends, 
 Once more to take His seat: 
 Celestial powers rejoicing fly, 
 His glad return to greet. 
 
 2 The mighty battle gained, 
 
 The world's great Prince undone, 
 Before His Father He presents 
 The mortal palm He won. 
 
 3 Upborne above the clouds, 
 
 Sweet hope He sheds on all ; 
 He flings the gates of Eden back, 
 Shut fast by Adam's fall. 
 
 4 To our Redeemer's name 
 
 All thanks and praise be given, 
 That He hath borne our mortal shape, 
 To tread the courts of heaven. 
 
 5 May we, while waiting Christ, 
 
 To heavenly works arise, 
 And ever live such saintly lives, 
 That we may reach the skies. 
 
 Ambrose of Milan. (340 — 397.) 
 Tr. by Robert Corbet Singleton- 1870. ab. 
 
 0/*k#"\ Christ ascending, and reigning. CM. 
 
 ^yy Ps. xiviii. 
 
 1 O FOR a shout of sacred joy 
 
 To God, the sovereign King ! 
 Let every land their tongues employ, 
 And hymns of triumph sing. 
 
 2 Jesus, our God, ascends on high ; 
 
 His heavenly guards around 
 Attend Him rising through the sky, 
 With trumpet's joyful sound. 
 
 3 While angels shout, and praise their King, 
 
 Let mortals learn their strains ; 
 Let all the earth His honor sing; 
 O'er all the earth He reigns. 
 
 4 Rehearse His praise with awe profound, 
 
 Let knowledge lead the song ; 
 Nor mock Him with a solemn sound 
 Upon a thoughtless tongue. 
 
 5 In Israel stood His ancient throne ; 
 
 He loved that chosen race: 
 But now He calls the world His own, 
 And heathens taste His grace. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1719. ab. 
 
 " The King of Glory." 
 s. xxiv. 7 — 10. 
 
 300 
 
 i LIFT up your heads, eternal gates, 
 LTnfold to entertain 
 The King of glory ; see, He comes 
 With His celestial train. 
 
 c. M. 
 
CHRIST. 
 
 87 
 
 2 Who is this King of glory — who ? 
 
 The Lord, for strength renowned ; 
 In battle mighty; o'er His foes 
 Eternal Victor crowned. 
 
 3 Lift up your heads, ye gates, unfold 
 
 In state to entertain 
 The King of glory; see, He comes 
 With all His shining train. 
 
 4 Who is the King of glory — who ? 
 
 The Lord of hosts renowned : 
 Of glory He alone is King, 
 Who is with glory crowned. 
 
 Tate and Brady. 1696. si. alt. 
 O ** •*" " Gone in be/ore us." CM. 
 
 1 THE eternal gates lift up their heads, 
 
 The doors are opened wide ; 
 The King of glory is gone up 
 Unto His Father's side. 
 
 2 Thou art gone in before us, Lord, 
 
 Thou hast prepared a place, 
 That we may be where now Thou art, 
 And look upon Thy face. 
 
 3 And ever on Thine earthly path 
 
 A gleam of glory lies ; 
 A light still breaks behind the cloud 
 That veils Thee from our eyes. 
 
 4 Lift up our thoughts, lift up our songs, 
 
 And let Thy grace be given, 
 That while wc linger yet below, 
 Our hearts may be in heaven ; 
 
 5 That where Thou art at God's right hand, 
 
 Our hope, our love may be : 
 Dwell in us now, that we may dwell 
 For evermore in Thee. 
 
 Mrs Cecil Frances Alexander. 1858. 
 
 . no " Perfect through Sufferings." CM. 
 
 3 U ^ Heb. 11 10 
 
 The head that once was crowned with thorns 
 
 Is crowned with glory now; 
 A royal diadem adorns 
 
 The mighty Victor's brow. 
 
 2 The highest place that heaven affords 
 Is His, is His by right, 
 "The King of kings, and Lord of lords,' 1 
 And heaven's eternal litrht. 
 
 3 The joy of all who dwell above, 
 
 The joy of all below 
 To whom He manifests His love, 
 And grants His name to know: 
 
 4 To them the cross, with all its shame, 
 
 With all its grace, is given ; 
 Their name, an everlasting name, 
 Their joy, the joy of heaven. 
 
 5 They suffer with their Lord below, 
 
 They reign with Him above; 
 Their profit and their joy to know 
 The mystery of His love. 
 
 6 The cross He bore is life and health, 
 
 Though shame and death to Him; 
 His people's hope, His people's wealth, 
 Their everlasting theme. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Kelly. (1769 — 1355.) 1820. 
 
 /} r\ ** " The Desire of all Nations." CM. 
 
 O^O Hag. ii. 7. 
 
 i Infinite excellence is Thine, 
 
 Thou glorious Prince of Grace ! 
 Thy uncreated beauties shine 
 With never-fading rays. 
 
 2 Sinners, from earth's remotest end, 
 
 Come bending at Thy feet ; 
 To Thee their prayers and songs ascend, 
 In Thee their wishes meet. 
 
 3 Millions of happy spirits live 
 
 On Thy exhaustless store ; 
 From Thee they all their bliss receive, 
 And still Thou givest more. 
 
 4 Thou art their triumph, and their joy ; 
 
 They find their all in Thee; 
 Thy glories will their tongues employ 
 Through all eternity. 
 
 Rev- John Fawcctt. (1739 — 1817.) 1782. ab. 
 
 orv A " Tte Way. th Truth, the Life." C M. 
 
 J 04 John X i v 6. 
 
 i Thou art the Way : to Thee alone 
 From sin and death we flee ; 
 And he who would the Father seek, 
 Must seek Him, Lord, by Thee. 
 
 2 Thou art the Truth : Thy word alone 
 True wisdom can impart ; 
 Thou only canst inform the mind, 
 And purify the heart. 
 
88 
 
 CHRIST. 
 
 3 Thou art the Life : the rending tomb 
 
 Proclaims Thy conquering arm, 
 And those who put their trust in Thee 
 Nor death, nor hell shall harm. 
 
 4 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Kfe ; 
 
 Grant us that Way to know, 
 That Truth to keep, that Life to win, 
 Whose joys eternal flow. 
 
 Bp. George Washington Doane. (1799 — 1859.) 1824. 
 
 ry f\ £ "And He shall reign forever and ever." 8,7, 4. 
 o"j Rev. xi. 15. 
 
 i Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious, 
 See "the Man of Sorrows" now; 
 From the fight returned victorious, 
 Every knee to Him shall bow : 
 
 Crown Him, crown Him ; 
 Crowns become the Victor's brow. 
 
 2 Crown the Saviour, angels, crown Him : 
 
 Rich the trophies Jesus brings : 
 In the seat of power enthrone Him, 
 While the vault of heaven rings : 
 
 Crown Him, crown Him ; 
 Crown the Saviour "King of kings." 
 
 3 Sinners in derision crowned Him, 
 
 Mocking thus the Saviour's claim ; 
 Saints and angels crowd around Him, 
 Own His title, praise His name: 
 
 Crown Him, crown Him ; 
 Spread abroad the Victor's fame. 
 
 4 Hark, those bursts of acclamation ! 
 
 Hark, those loud triumphant chords ! 
 Jesus takes the highest station : 
 O what joy the sight affords ! 
 
 Crown Him, crown Him ; 
 " King of kings, and Lord of lords." 
 
 Rev. Thomas Kelly. (1769 — 1855.) 1809. 
 
 " Thou art worthy, O Lord." 
 Rev. iv. 11. 
 
 306 
 
 1 GLORY, glory everlasting 
 
 Be to Him who bore the cross ! 
 Who redeemed our souls, by tasting 
 Death, the death deserved by us ; 
 
 Spread His glory, 
 Who redeemed His people thus. 
 
 2 His is love, 'tis love unbounded, 
 
 Without measure, without end; 
 
 8, 7, 4- 
 
 Human thought is here confounded, 
 'Tis too vast to comprehend: 
 
 Praise the Saviour ! 
 Magnify the sinner's Friend. 
 
 3 While we hear the wondrous story 
 Of the Saviour's cross and shame, 
 Sing we "Everlasting glory 
 Be to God, and to the Lamb:" 
 
 Saints and angels, 
 Give ye glory to His name. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Kelly. 1S09. 
 
 Worshiped of A ngets. 
 Heb. i. 6. 
 
 8,7,61. 
 
 307 
 
 1 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 King of glory, reign forever ! 
 
 Thine an everlasting crown ; 
 Nothing from Thy love shall sever 
 
 Those whom Thou hast made Thine own 
 Happy objects of Thy grace, 
 Destined to behold Thy face. 
 
 3 Saviour, hasten Thine appearing; 
 
 Bring, O 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!" 
 
 Rev. Thomas Kelly. 1S04. ab. 
 3O0 a Hymn of Praise to the Redeemer. 8, 7. 61. 
 
 1 COME, ye faithful, raise the anthem, 
 
 Cleave the skies with shouts of praise; 
 Sing to Him Who found the ransom, 
 
 Ancient of eternal days: 
 God Eternal, Word Incarnate, 
 
 Whom the Heaven of heaven obeys. 
 
 2 Ere He raised the lofty mountains, 
 
 Formed the sea, or built the sky, 
 Love eternal, free, and boundless, 
 
 Forced the Lord of Life to die : 
 Lifted up the Prince of princes 
 
 On the throne of Calvary. 
 
CHRIST 
 
 8 9 
 
 3 Now on those eternal mountains 
 
 Stands the sapphire throne, all bright, 
 Where unceasing hallelujahs 
 
 They upraise, the sons of light : 
 Zion's people tell His praises, 
 
 Victor after hard-won fight. 
 
 4 Bring your harps and bring your incense, 
 
 Sweep the string and pour the lay ; 
 Let the earth proclaim His wonders, 
 
 King of that celestial day. 
 He, the Lamb once slain, is worthy, 
 
 Who was dead and lives for aye. 
 
 Rev. Job Hupton. (1762 — 1849.) 1808. ab. 
 Alt. by Rev. John Mason Neale. (1818 — 1866.) 1851. 
 
 309 Irjo-oO? 6 ZwoSo'ttj?. 8, 7. 6 1. 
 
 1 Jesus, Lord of Life eternal, 
 
 Taking those He loved the best, 
 Stood upon the Mount of Olives, 
 
 And His own the last time blest : 
 Then, though He had never left it, 
 
 Sought again His Father's breast. 
 
 2 Knit is now our flesh to Godhead, 
 
 Knit in everlasting bands : 
 Call the world to highest festal : 
 
 Floods and oceans, clap your hands : 
 Angels, raise the song of triumph : 
 
 Make response, ye distant lands. 
 
 3 Loosing death with all its terrors 
 
 Thou ascendedst up on high ; 
 And to mortals, now immortal, 
 
 Gavest immortality, 
 As Thine own disciples saw Thee 
 
 Mounting Victor to the sky. 
 
 Joseph of the Studium. •( — 883.) 
 Tr. by Rev. John Mason Neale 1862. ab. and alt. 
 
 3^0 " Enthroned in Glory." 8, 7. D. 
 
 1 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 favor; 
 
 Life is given through Thy Name. 
 
 2 Paschal Lamb, by God appointed, 
 
 All our sins on Thee were laid ; 
 By Almighty Love anointed, 
 
 To 1 hi3t full atonement made : 
 
 All Thy people are forgiven 
 
 Through the virtue of Thy blood; 
 
 Opened is the gate of heaven ; 
 
 Peace is made 'twixf man and God. 
 
 3 Jesus, hail, enthroned in glory, 
 
 There forever 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, honor, power, and blessing, 
 
 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. 
 
 5 Soon we shall, with those in glory, 
 
 His transcendent grace relate ; 
 Gladly sing the amazing story 
 
 Of His dying love so great: 
 In that blessed contemplation 
 
 We for evermore shall dwell, 
 Crowned with bliss and consolation, 
 
 Such as none below can tell. 
 
 Rev. John Bakewell. (1721 — 1819.) 1760. alt. 
 Rev. Augustus Montague Toplady. (1740 — 1778.) 1776. 
 
 " Christ the First-fruits.' 
 1 Cor. xv. 20—23. 
 
 311 
 
 1 Hallelujah ! hallelujah ! 
 
 Hearts to heaven and voices raise ; 
 Sing to God a hymn of gladness, 
 
 Sing to God a hymn of praise ; 
 He, who on the cross a Victim 
 
 For the world's salvation bled, 
 Jesus Christ, the King of glory, 
 
 Now is risen from the dead. 
 
 2 Christ is risen, Christ the First-fruits 
 
 Of the holy harvest field, 
 Which will all its full abundance 
 
 At His second coming yield; 
 Then the golden ears of harvest 
 
 Will their heads before Him wave, 
 Ripened by His glorious sunshine 
 
 From the furrows of the grave. 
 
 8, 7. D. 
 
CO 
 
 CHRIST. 
 
 3 Christ is risen, we are risen ; 
 
 Shed upon us heavenly grace, 
 Rain, and dew, and gleams of glory 
 
 From the brightness of Thy face; 
 That we, with our hearts in heaven, 
 
 Here on earth may fruitful be, 
 And by angel-hands be gathered, 
 
 And be ever, Lord, with Thee. 
 
 Bp. Christopher Wordsworth. (1807 — ) 1862. ab. 
 3 Mounting in Triumph. 8, 7. D. 
 
 1 See the Conqueror mounts in triumph, 
 
 See the King in royal state, 
 Riding on the clouds His chariot 
 
 To His heavenly palace-gate; 
 Hark, the choirs of angel voices 
 
 Joyful hallelujahs sing, 
 And the portals high are lifted, 
 
 To receive their Heavenly King. 
 
 2 Who is this that comes in glory, 
 
 With the trump of jubilee ? 
 Lord of battles, God of armies, 
 
 He has gained the victory ; 
 He who on the cross did suffer, 
 
 He who from the grave arose, 
 He has vanquished sin and Satan, 
 
 He by death has spoiled His foes. 
 
 3 Thou hast raised our human nature 
 
 On the clouds to God's right hand, 
 There we sit in heavenly places, 
 
 There with Thee in glory stand ; 
 Jesus reigns adored by angels, 
 
 Man with God is on the throne ; 
 Mighty Lord, in Thine ascension 
 
 We by faith behold our own. 
 
 4 Lift us up from earth to heaven, 
 
 Give us wings of faith and love, 
 Gales of holy aspiration 
 
 Wafting us to realms above; 
 That, with hearts and minds uplifted, 
 
 We with Christ our Lord may dwell, 
 Where He sits enthroned in glory 
 
 In the heavenly citadel. 
 
 5 So at last, when He appeareth, 
 
 We from out our graves may spring, 
 With our youth renewed like eagles', 
 Flocking round our heavenly King, 
 
 Caught up on the clouds of heaven, 
 And may meet Him in the air, 
 
 Rise to realms where He is reigning, 
 And may reign forever there. 
 
 Bp. Christopher Wordsworth. 1S62. ab. 
 
 The Glory of Christ. 
 Ps. xlv. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 313 
 
 1 Now be my heart inspired to sing 
 The glories of my Saviour King : 
 Jesus, the Lord, how heavenly fair 
 
 His form ! how bright His beauties are ! 
 
 2 O'er all the sons of human race 
 He shines with a superior grace ; 
 Love from His lips divinely flows, 
 And blessings all His state compose. 
 
 3 Thy throne, O God, forever stands; 
 Grace is the sceptre in Thy hands ; 
 Thy laws and works are just and right; 
 Justice and grace are Thy delight. 
 
 4 God, Thine own God, has richly shed 
 His oil of gladness on Thy head ; 
 And with His sacred Spirit blest 
 His first-born Son above the rest. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1719 ab. 
 Ct ^ T - " Rex Christe, factor omnium." L. M. 
 
 i O Christ, our King, Creator, Lord, 
 Saviour of all who trust Thy word, 
 To them who seek Thee ever near, 
 Now to our praises bend Thine ear. 
 
 2 In Thy dear cross a grace is found, 
 
 It flows from every streaming wound, 
 Whose power our inbred sin controls, 
 Breaks the firm bond, and frees our souls. 
 
 3 Thou didst create the stars of night, 
 Yet Thou hast veiled in flesh Thy light; 
 Hast deigned a mortal form to wear, 
 A mortal's painful lot to bear. 
 
 4 When Thou didst hang upon the tree, 
 The quaking earth acknowledged Thee ; 
 When Thou didst there yieldupThy breath, 
 The world grew dark as shades of death. 
 
 5 Now in the Father's glory high, 
 Great Conqueror, never more to die, 
 Us by Thy mighty power defend. 
 And reign through ages without end. 
 
 Gregory the Great (540 — 604.) 
 Tr. by Rev Ray Palmer. (1808—) 1858. 
 
 
CHRIST. 
 
 n 
 
 3 T rf Christ's Humiliation, and Exaltation. L. M. 
 1 O RCV. V. 12. 
 
 1 What equal honors shall we bring, 
 
 To Thee, O Lord our God, the Lamb, 
 When all the notes that angels sing, 
 Are far inferior to Thy name ? 
 
 2 Worthy is He that once was slain, 
 
 The Prince of peace that groaned and died, 
 Worthy to rise, and live, and reign 
 At His Almighty Father's side. 
 
 3 A.11 riches are His native right, 
 
 Yet He sustained amazing loss; 
 To Him ascribe eternal might, 
 
 Who left His weakness on the cross. 
 
 4 Honor immortal must be paid, 
 
 Instead of scandal and of scorn ; 
 While glory shines around His head, 
 And a bright crown without a thorn. 
 
 5 Blessings forever on the Lamb, 
 
 Who bore the curse for wretched men ; 
 Let angels sound His sacred name, 
 And every creature say, Amen. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1709. ab. 
 O " Optatus votis omnium." L. M. 
 
 i O MIGHTY joy to all our race ! 
 
 The Virgin-born, who bore for us 
 The stripes, the spitting, and the cross, 
 Takes on the Father's throne His place. 
 
 2 To Thee let ceaseless praises rise, 
 
 Champion of our salvation Thou, 
 Bearing Thy Human Body now 
 In the high palace of the skies. 
 
 3 One common joy this day shall fill 
 
 The hearts of angels and of men ; 
 To them that Thou art come again, 
 To us that Thou art with us still. 
 
 4 Now, following in the steps He trod, 
 
 'Tis ours to look for Christ from heaven. 
 And so to live that it be given 
 To rise with Him at last to God. 
 
 Ambrose of Milan. (340 — 307) 
 Tr. bv Mrs. Elizabeth Charles 1865. ab. 
 
 3^7 The enthroned High Priest. L. M. 5 
 
 i Where high the heavenly temple stands, 
 The house of God not made with hands, 
 A great High Priest our nature wears, 
 The Patron of mankind appears. 
 
 He who for men in mercy stood, 
 And poured on earth His precious blood, 
 Pursues in heaven His plan of grace, 
 The Guardian God of human race. 
 
 Though now ascended up on high, 
 He bends on earth a brother's eye; 
 Partaker of the human name, 
 He knows the frailty of our frame. 
 
 Our fellow-sufferer yet retains 
 A fellow-feeling of our pains; 
 And still remembers in the skies 
 His tears, and agonies, and cries. 
 
 In every pang that rends the heart, 
 The Man of sorrows had a part; 
 He sympathizes in our grief, 
 And to the sufferer sends relief. 
 
 With boldness, therefore, at the throne, 
 Let us make all our sorrows known, 
 And ask the aids of heavenly power, 
 To help us in the evil hour. 
 
 Michael Bruce. (1746 — 1767.) 17S1. 
 
 IO " King of kings, and Lord of lords." L. M. 
 Rev. xix. 16. 
 
 O Christ, the Lord of heaven, to Thee, 
 Clothed with all majesty divine, 
 
 Eternal power and glory be, 
 
 Eternal praise of right is Thine. 
 
 Reign, Prince of life, that once Thy brow 
 Didst yield to wear the wounding thorn ; 
 
 Reign, throned beside Thy Father now, 
 Adored the Son of God first-born ! 
 
 From angel hosts that round Thee stand. 
 
 With forms more pure than spotless snow, 
 From the bright burning seraph band, 
 
 Let praise in loftiest numbers flow ! 
 
 To Thee, the Lamb, our mortal songs, 
 Born of deep fervent love, shall rise : 
 
 All honor to Thy name belongs, 
 
 Our lips would sound it through the skies. 
 
 "Jesus !" — all earth shall speak the word; 
 
 "Jesus !" — all heaven resound it still; 
 Immanuel, Saviour, Conqueror, Lord, 
 
 Thy praise the universe shall fill. 
 
 Rev. Ray Palmer. iCt C. 
 
92 
 
 CHRIST. 
 
 3t/\ Rejoicing in Hope. CM. 
 
 ■*• zf Rom. xii. 12. 
 
 i I KNOW that my Redeemer lives, 
 And ever prays for me ; 
 A token of His love He gives, 
 A pledge of liberty. 
 
 2 I find Him lifting up my head, 
 
 He brings salvation near ; 
 His presence makes me free indeed, 
 And He will soon appear. 
 
 3 Far spent is the Egyptian night 
 
 Of fear, and pain, and grief; 
 And lo, I see the morning light 
 That brings assured relief. 
 
 4 Jesus, I hang upon Thy word ; 
 
 I steadfastly believe 
 Thou wilt return, and claim me, Lord, 
 And to Thyself receive. 
 
 5 When God is mine, and I am His, 
 
 Of paradise possessed, 
 I taste unutterable bliss, 
 And everlasting rest. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708— 1788.) 1742. ab. 
 
 _ ry -. Christ's Compassion to the Weak and Tempted. 
 J*w Heb iv. 16; v. 7. Matt xii. 20. C. M. 
 
 1 With joy we meditate the grace 
 
 Of our High Priest above ; 
 
 His heart is made of tenderness, 
 
 His bosom glows with love. 
 
 2 Touched with a sympathy within, 
 
 He knows our feeble frame ; 
 He knows what sore temptations mean, 
 For He hath felt the same. 
 
 3 He, in the days of feeble flesh, 
 
 Poured out His cries and tears; 
 And, in His measure, feels afresh 
 What every member bears. 
 
 4 He'll never quench the smoking flax, 
 
 But raise it to a flame ; 
 The bruised reed He never breaks, 
 Nor scorns the meanest name. 
 
 5 Then let our humble faith address 
 
 His mercy and His power; 
 We shall obtain delivering grace 
 In the distressing hour. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 170Q. alt. 
 
 O O T " The Incarnate Mystery." C. M. 
 
 1. Cor. i. 22 — 29. 
 
 i Dearest of all the names above, 
 My Jesus and my God, 
 Who can resist Thy heavenly love, 
 Or trifle with Thy blood ? 
 
 2 'T is by the merits of Thy death 
 
 Thy Father smiles again ; 
 'T is by Thine interceding breath 
 The Spirit dwells with men. 
 
 3 Till God in human flesh I see, 
 
 My thoughts no comfort find : 
 The holy, just, and sacred Three 
 Are terrors to my mind. 
 
 4 But if Immanuel's face appear, 
 
 My hope, my joy, begins : 
 His name forbids my slavish fear ; 
 His grace removes my sins. 
 
 5 While Jews on their own law rely, 
 
 And Greeks of wisdom boast, 
 I love the incarnate Mystery, 
 And there I fix my trust. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1709. 
 
 322 The Gates opened. C. M. 
 
 1 COME, let us lift our joyful eyes 
 
 Up to the courts above, 
 And smile to see our Father there, 
 Upon a throne of love. 
 
 2 Now we may bow before His feet, 
 
 And venture near the Lord : 
 No fiery cherub guards His seat, 
 Nor double flaming sword. 
 
 3 The peaceful gates of heavenly bliss 
 
 Are opened by the Son ; 
 High let us raise our notes of praise, 
 And reach the almighty throne. 
 
 4 To Thee ten thousand thanks we bring, 
 
 Great Advocate on high; 
 And glory to the eternal King, 
 That lays His fury by. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1700. ab. 
 
 323 Seated on the Throne. CM. 
 
 I HE who on earth as man was known, 
 And bore our sins and pains, 
 Now, seated on the eternal throne, 
 The God of glory reigns. 
 
CHRIST. 
 
 93 
 
 Our double Kindred to Emmanuel. 
 i Cor. xv. 47, 49. 
 
 325 
 
 I mean may seem this house of clay, 
 Yet 't was the Lord's abode ; 
 Our feet may mourn this thorny way, 
 Yet here Emmanuel trod. 
 7 
 
 C. M. 
 
 2 His hands the wheels of nature guide 
 
 With an unerring skill, 
 And countless worlds, extended wide, 
 Obey His sovereign will. 
 
 3 While harps unnumbered sound His praise) 
 
 In yonder world above, 
 His saints on earth admire His ways, 
 And glory in His love. 
 
 4 When troubles, like a burning sun, 
 
 Beat heavy on their head, 
 To this almighty Rock they run, 
 And find a pleasing shade. 
 
 5 How glorious He, how happy they 
 
 In such a glorious Friend ! 
 Whose love secures them all the way, 
 And crowns them at the end. 
 
 Rev. John Newton. (1725 — 1807.) 1779. ab. 
 324 " Clothed with our Nature still." C. M. 
 
 1 Come, let us join in songs of praise 
 
 To our ascended Priest; 
 He entered heaven, with all our names 
 Engraven on His breast. 
 
 2 Below He washed our guilt away, 
 
 By His atoning blood; 
 Now He appears before the throne, 
 And pleads our cause with God. 
 
 3 Clothed with our nature still, He knows 
 
 The weakness of our frame, 
 And how to shield us from the foes 
 Which He Himself o'ercame. 
 
 4 Nor time, nor distance, e'er shall quench 
 
 The fervors of His love ; 
 For us He died in kindness here, 
 Nor is less kind above. 
 
 5 O may we ne'er forget His grace, 
 
 Nor blush to wear His name; 
 Still may our hearts hold fast His faith, 
 Our mouths His praise proclaim. 
 
 Rev. Alexander Pirie. ( — 1804.) 1786. 
 
 This fleshly robe the Lord did wear; 
 
 This watch the Lord did keep; 
 These burdens sore the Lord did bear; 
 
 These tears the Lord did weep. 
 
 O vale of tears no longer sad, 
 Wherein the Lord did dwell ! 
 
 O happy robe of flesh that clad 
 Our own Emmanuel ! 
 
 4 But not this fleshly robe alone 
 Shall link us, Lord, to Thee ; 
 
 Not only in the tear and groan 
 Shall the dear kindred be. 
 
 5 We shall be reckoned for Thine own, 
 Because Thy heaven we share, 
 
 Because we sing around Thy throne, 
 And Thy bright raiment wear. 
 
 6 O mighty grace, our life to live, 
 To make our earth divine ! 
 
 O mighty grace, Thy heaven to give 
 And lift our life to Thine ! 
 
 Thomas Hornblower Gill. (1S19 — ) i860, ab. 
 
 326 
 
 To the Lamb that was slain. 
 Rev. v. 6 — 12. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 1 Behold the glories of the Lamb, 
 Amidst His Father's throne : 
 
 Prepare new honors for His name, 
 And songs before unknown. 
 
 2 Let elders worship at His feet, 
 The church adore around, 
 
 With vials full of odors sweet, 
 And harps of sweeter sound. 
 
 3 Those are the prayers of all the saints, 
 And these the hymns they raise : 
 
 Jesus is kind to our complaints, 
 He loves to hear our praise. 
 
 4 Now to the Lamb that once was slain, 
 Be endless blessings paid; 
 
 Salvation, glory, joy remain 
 Forever on Thy head. 
 
 5 Thou hast redeemed our souls with blood. 
 
 Hast set the prisoners free, 
 Hast made us kings and priests to God, 
 And we shall reign with Thee. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1709. ab. 
 
94 
 
 HRIST. 
 
 O*" I Jesu, nostra rede mp tic." CM. 
 
 i O Christ, our hope, our heart's desire, 
 Redemption's only spring, 
 Creator of the world art Thou, 
 Its Saviour and its King. 
 
 2 How vast the mercy and the love, 
 
 Which laid our sins on Thee, 
 And led Thee to a cruel death, 
 To set Thy people free ! 
 
 3 But now the bonds of death are burst, 
 
 The ransom has been paid ; 
 And Thou art on Thy Father's throne 
 In glorious robes arrayed. 
 
 4 O may Thy mighty love prevail 
 
 Our sinful souls to spare; 
 O may we come before Thy throne, 
 And find acceptance there ! 
 
 Ambrosian. Tr. by Rev. John Chandler. (1806 — ) 1S37. ab. 
 J«£0 " Our great High Priest above." CM. 
 
 i Now let our cheerful eyes survey 
 Our great High Priest above, 
 And celebrate His constant care, 
 And sympathetic love. 
 
 2 Though raised to a superior throne, 
 
 Where angels bow around. 
 And high o'er all the shining train 
 With matchless honors crowned; 
 
 3 The names of all His saints He bears, 
 
 Deep graven on His heart : 
 Nor shall the meanest Christian say 
 That he hath lost his part. 
 
 4 Those characters shall fair abide, 
 
 Our everlasting trust, 
 When gems, and monuments, and crowns 
 Are mouldered down to dust. 
 
 5 So, gracious Saviour, on my breast 
 
 May Thy dear name be worn, 
 A sacred ornament and guard, 
 To endless ages borne. 
 
 Rev. Philip Doddridge. (1702 — 1751.) 1755. 
 
 2 Crown Him, ye morning stars of light, 
 
 Who fixed this floating ball ; 
 Now hail the strength of Israel's might, 
 And crown Him Lord of all. 
 
 3 Crown Him, ye martyrs of your God, 
 
 Who from His altar call ; 
 Extol the stem of Jesse's rod, 
 And crown Him Lord of all. 
 
 4 Ye seed of Israel's chosen race, 
 
 Ye ransomed of the fall, 
 Hail Him, who saves you by His grace, 
 And crown Him Lord of all. 
 
 5 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget 
 
 The wormwood and the gall, 
 Go, spread your trophies at His feet, 
 And crown Him Lord of all. 
 
 6 Let every kindred, every tribe, 
 
 On this terrestrial ball, 
 To Him all majesty ascribe, 
 And crown Him Lord of all. 
 
 Rev. Edward Perronet. ( — 1792.) 1780. ab. and alt. 
 
 i-\r\(\ Tlu Lamb worshipped by all Creatures CM. 
 30 U Rev v. 11-13 
 
 1 Come, let us join our cheerful songs 
 With angels round the throne ; 
 
 Ten thousand thousand are their tongues. 
 But all their joys are one. 
 
 2 ''Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, 
 
 ''To be exalted thus;" 
 "Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply, 
 "For He was slain for us." 
 
 3 Jesus is worthy to receive 
 
 Honor and power divine ; 
 And blessings, more than we can give, 
 Be, Lord, for ever Thine. 
 
 '4 Let all that dwell above the sky, 
 And air, and earth, and seas, 
 Conspire to lift Thy glories high, 
 And speak Thine endless praise. 
 
 "Lord of all." 
 Acts. x. 36. 
 
 329 
 
 1 All hail the power of Jesus' name ! 
 Let angels prostrate fall, 
 Bring forth the royal diadem, 
 And crown Him Lord of all. 
 
 C M. 
 
 5 The whole creation join in one, 
 To bless the sacred name 
 Of Him that sits upon the throne, 
 And to adore the Lamb. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) i7°9- 
 
CHRIST. 
 
 95 
 
 0«5 " Hosanna to our conquering King:" CM. 
 
 1 Hosanna to our conquering King, 
 
 All hail, incarnate Love ! 
 Ten thousand songs and glories wait 
 To crown Thy head above. 
 
 2 Thy victories, and Thy deathless fame, 
 
 Through the wide world shall run, 
 And everlasting ages sing 
 
 The triumphs Thou hast won. 
 
 Rer. Isaac Watts. 1709. ab. 
 332 The Word made Flesh. 7- 
 
 i Hallelujah ! Praise to God 
 For the love He sheds abroad, 
 Lightening o'er a world of sin, 
 Glowing in the heart within : 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 
 2 For the pristine promise made 
 E'en in Eden's darkened shade, 
 For the light of sacrifice 
 
 Till the Morning Star should rise: 
 Hallelujah ! 
 
 3 For the harp of prophecy, 
 Singing of Redemption nigh, 
 For the Branch of Jesse's stem, 
 For the birth at Bethlehem : 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 
 4 For the sacred standard spread, 
 For the life our Pattern led, 
 For His precepts pure and true, 
 For His doctrine, like the dew : 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 
 5 For the crown of thorns He wore, 
 For the painful cross He bore, 
 For the dying word He said, 
 Sealed with blood of sprinkling shed : 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 
 6 For the radiant rising dawn, 
 
 For the sting of death withdrawn, 
 For the victory gained so well 
 O'er the grave and over hell : 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 
 7 For His glorious reign on high, 
 When He rose from Bethany, 
 For the heavenly peace He leaves, 
 For the Comforter He gives : 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 
 8 For the pledge that we shall rise, 
 In His likeness, to the skies ; 
 For the merciful decree 
 That our Friend our Judge shall be : 
 Hallelujah ! 
 
 William Ball. 1S64. ab. and alt. 
 
 1 The Man Christ fesus." 
 1 Tim ii. 5. 
 
 333 
 
 1 Christ to heaven is gone before 
 In the body here He wore ; 
 
 He that as our Brother died, 
 Is our Brother glorified. 
 
 2 All the angels wondering own 
 'T is our nature on the throne ; 
 " How He loved them, behold !" 
 Trembles on the harps of gold. 
 
 3 Fear not, ye of little faith, 
 For He hath abolished death ; 
 Death, no longer now we die, 
 We but follow Christ on high. 
 
 4 And before each fainting one, 
 Dreading the dark way alone, 
 Now appear His footsteps bright, 
 Far diffusing holiest light. 
 
 5 As our Shepherd He is there, 
 With the comfort of His care ; 
 Fear no evil, doubt no more, 
 Christ to heaven is gone before. 
 
 George Rawson. (1807 — ) 1857. 
 334 He rules over all. IO,II. 
 
 i Ye servants of God, your Master proclaim, 
 And publish abroad His wonderful Name ; 
 The Name all-victorious of Jesus extol ; 
 Hiskingdom is glorious, and rules overall. 
 
 2 God ruleth on high, almighty to save; 
 And still He is nigh, His presence we have ; 
 The great congregation His triumph shall 
 
 sing, 
 Ascribing salvation to Jesus our King. 
 
 3 " Salvation to God who sits on the throne," 
 Let all cry aloud, and honor the Son ; 
 The praises of Jesus the angels proclaim, 
 Fall down on their faces, and worship the 
 
 Lamb. 
 
9 6 
 
 CHRIST. THE HOLY SPIRIT. 
 
 4 Then let us adore, and give Him His right, 
 All glory and po\ver,and wisdom and might; 
 All honor and blessing, with angels above, 
 And thanks never ceasing, and infinite love. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708 — 1788.) 1744. ab. 
 JJ J Praise for Salvation. IO, II. 
 
 1 Our Saviour alone, the Lord let us bless, 
 Who reigns on His throne, the Prince of 
 
 our peace ; 
 Who evermore saves us by shedding His 
 
 blood : 
 All hail, holy Jesus, our Lord and our God ! 
 
 2 We thankfully sing Thy glory and praise, 
 Thou merciful Spring of pity and grace. 
 Thy kindness forever to men will we tell ; 
 And say our dear Saviour redeemed us 
 
 from hell. 
 
 3 Preserve us in love while here we abide : 
 O never remove Thy presence, nor hide 
 Thy glorious salvation, till each of us see, 
 With joy, the blest vision completed in 
 
 Thee! 
 
 Rev. John Cennick. (1717 — 1755.) 1743- alt. 
 
 336 
 
 "He is not here.' 
 Matt, xxviii. 6. 
 
 C. P. M. 
 
 i Come see the place where Jesus lay, 
 And hear angelic watchers say 
 "He lives, who once was slain : 
 Why seek the living 'midst the dead? 
 Remember how the Saviour said i 
 
 That Pie would rise again." 
 
 2 O joyful sound ! O glorious hour, 
 When by His own almighty power 
 
 He rose, and left the grave ! 
 Now let our songs His triumph tell, 
 Who burst the bands of death and hell, 
 
 And ever lives to save. 
 
 3 The First-begotten of the dead, 
 For us He rose, our glorious Head, 
 
 Immortal life to bring; 
 What though the saints like Him shall die, 
 They share their Leader's victory, 
 
 And triumph with their King. 
 
 4 No more they tremble at the grave, 
 For Jesus will their spirits save, 
 
 And raise their slumbering dust : 
 O risen Lord, in Thee we live, 
 
 To Thee our ransomed souls we give, 
 To Thee our bodies trust. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Kelly. (1769 — 1855.) 1806. ab. and alt 
 
 n^H Looking unto Jesus. C. P. M. 
 
 0«J / John xiv. 1. 
 
 1 Children of light, arise and shine ! 
 Your birth, your hopes, are all divine, 
 
 Your home is in the skies. 
 O then, for heavenly glory born, 
 Look down on all with holy scorn 
 
 That earthly spirits prize. 
 
 2 W T ith Christ, with glory full in view, 
 O what is all the world to you ? 
 
 What is it all but loss? 
 Come on, then, cleave no more to earth, 
 Nor wrong your high celestial birth, 
 
 Ye pilgrims of the cross. 
 
 3 The cross is ours, we bear it now ; 
 But did He not beneath it bow, 
 
 And suffer there at last ? 
 All that we feel can Jesus tell ; 
 His gracious soul remembers well 
 
 The sorrows of the past. 
 
 4 O blessed Lord, we yet shall reign, 
 Redeemed from sorrow, sin, and pain, 
 
 And walk with Thee in white. 
 We suffer now, but O, at last 
 We '11 bless Thee, Lord, for all the past, 
 
 And own our cross was light. 
 
 Sir Edward Denny. (1796—) 1839. 
 33" " The Lord is King:' H. M. 
 
 1 Rejoice, the Lord is King, 
 
 Your Lord and King adore; 
 Mortals, give thanks and sing, 
 
 And triumph evermore : 
 Lift up your heart, lift up your voice, 
 Rejoice, again I say, rejoice. 
 
 2 Jesus the Saviour reigns, 
 
 The God of truth and love ; 
 When He had purged our stains, 
 
 He took His seat above : 
 Lift up your heart, lift up your voice, 
 Rejoice, again I say, rejoice. 
 
 3 His kingdom cannot fail, 
 
 He rules o'er earth and heaven; 
 The keys of death and hell 
 Are to our Jesus given; 
 
THE HOLY SPIRIT. 
 
 97 
 
 Lift up your heart, lift up your voice, 
 Rejoice, again I say, rejoice. 
 
 4 He sits at God's right hand 
 
 Till all His foes submit, 
 And bow to His command, 
 
 And fall beneath His feet : 
 Lift up your heart, lift up your voice, 
 Rejoice, again I say, rejoice. 
 
 5 He all His foes shall quell, 
 
 Shall all our sins destroy, 
 And every bosom swell 
 
 With pure seraphic joy : 
 Lift up your heart, lift up your voice, 
 Rejoice, again I say, rejoice. 
 
 6 Rejoice in glorious hope ; 
 
 Jesus, the Judge, shall come, 
 And take His servants up 
 
 To their eternal home : 
 We soon shall hear the archangel's voice, 
 The trump of God shall sound, Rejoice. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. 174S. 
 
 " / will send Him unto yon.' 
 John. xvi. 7. 
 
 H. M. 
 
 339 
 
 1 Sinners, lift up your hearts, 
 
 The promise to receive : 
 Jesus Himself imparts, 
 
 He comes in man to live ; 
 The Holy Ghost to man is given ; 
 Rejoice in God sent down from heaven. 
 
 2 Jesus is glorified, 
 
 And gives the Comforter. 
 His Spirit, to reside 
 
 In all His members here : 
 The Holy Ghost to man is given ; 
 Rejoice in God sent down from heaven. 
 
 3 To make an end of sin, 
 
 And Satan's works destroy, 
 He brings His kingdom in, 
 
 Peace, righteousness, and joy : 
 The Holy Ghost to man is given ; 
 Rejoice in God sent down from heaven. 
 
 4 Sent down to make us meet 
 
 To see His glorious Face, 
 And grant us each a seat 
 In that thrice happy place, 
 The Holy Ghost to man is given ; 
 Rejoice in God sent down from heaven. 
 
 5 From heaven He shall once more 
 
 Triumphantly descend, 
 And all His saints restore 
 
 To joys that never end : 
 Then, then, when all our joys are given, 
 Rejoice in God, rejoice in heaven. 
 
 Rev. John Wesley. (1703 — 1791 .) 1746. ah. 
 
 The Comforter comes. 
 John xvi. 7. 
 
 340 
 
 1 Our blest Redeemer, ere He breathed 
 
 His tender last farewell, 
 A Guide, a Comforter, bequeathed 
 With us to dwell. 
 
 2 He came in semblance of a dove 
 
 With sheltering wings outspread, 
 The holy balm of peace and love 
 On earth to shed. 
 
 3 He came sweet influence to impart, 
 
 A gracious, willing guest, 
 While He can find one humble heart 
 Wherein to rest. 
 
 4 And His that gentle voice we hear 
 
 Soft as the breath of even, 
 That checks each tho't,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: 
 O make our hearts Thy dwelling-place, 
 And meet for Thee. 
 
 Miss Harriet Auber. (1773 — 1862.) 1829. ab. 
 
 ,, , T Pentecost. C. M. 
 
 J 4 l Acts. ii. 1—4. 
 
 i No track is on the sunny sky, 
 No footprints on the air ; 
 Jesus hath gone ; the face of earth 
 Is desolate and bare. 
 
 2 That Upper Room is heaven on earth : 
 
 Within its precincts lie 
 All that earth has of faith, or hope, 
 Or heaven-born charity. 
 
 3 Hecomes! He comes Ithatmighty Breath 
 
 From heaven's eternal shores ; 
 His uncreated freshness fills 
 His Bride, as she adores. 
 
9 8 
 
 THE HOLY SPIRIT. 
 
 4 Earth quakes before that rushing blast, 
 
 Heaven echoes back the sound, 
 And mightily the tempest wheels 
 That Upper Room around. 
 
 5 One moment — and the Spirit hung 
 
 O'er all with dread desire ; 
 Then broke upon the heads of all 
 In cloven tongues of fire. 
 
 6 The Spirit came into the Church 
 
 With His unfailing power; 
 He is the living Heart that beats 
 Within her at this hour. 
 
 7 Most tender Spirit, mighty God, 
 
 Sweet must Thy presence be, 
 If loss of Jesus can be gain, 
 So long as we have Thee ! 
 
 Rev. Frederick William Faber. (1814 — 1863.) 1849. 
 ab. and si. alt. 
 
 342 Pentecost. C. M. 
 
 1 When Godofold came down from heaven, 
 
 In power and wrath He came; 
 Before His feet the clouds were riven, 
 Half darkness and half flame. 
 
 2 But when He came the second time, 
 
 He came in power and love ; 
 Softer than gale at morning prime, 
 Hovered His holy Dove. 
 
 3 The fires, that rushed on Sinai down 
 
 In sudden torrents dread, 
 Now gently light, a glorious crown, ' 
 On every sainted head. 
 
 4 And, as on Israel's awe-struck ear 
 
 The voice exceeding loud, 
 The trump that angels quake to hear, 
 Thrilled from the deep dark cloud ; 
 
 5 So, when the Spirit of our God 
 
 Came down His flock to find, 
 A voice from heaven was heard abroad, 
 A rushing mighty wind. 
 
 6 It fills the Church of God, it fills 
 
 The sinful world around ; 
 Only in stubborn hearts and wills 
 No place for it is found. 
 
 7 Come, Lord, comeWisdom,Love,and Power 
 
 Open our ears to hear; 
 
 Let us not miss the accepted hour; 
 Save, Lord, by love or fear. 
 
 Rev John Keble. (1792 — 1866.) 1827. ab. 
 
 343 Prayer to the Spirit. C. M. 
 
 1 Spirit Divine, attend our prayers, 
 
 And make this house Thy home ; 
 Descend with all Thy gracious powers, 
 O come, Great Spirit, come ! 
 
 2 Come as the light ; to us reveal 
 
 Our sinfulness and woe ; 
 And lead us in those paths of life 
 Where all the righteous go. 
 
 3 Come as the fire, and purge our hearts, 
 
 Like sacrificial flame : 
 Let our whole soul an offering be 
 To our Redeemer's name. 
 
 4 Come as the dew, and sweetly bless 
 
 This consecrated hour ; 
 May barrenness rejoice to own 
 Thy fertilizing power. 
 
 5 Come as the wind, with rushing sound, 
 
 With Pentecostal grace ; 
 And make the great salvation known, 
 Wide as the human race. 
 
 6 Spirit Divine, attend our prayers, 
 Make a lost world Thy home ; 
 
 Descend with all Thy gracious powers, 
 O come, Great Spirit, come ! 
 
 Rev. Andrew Reed. (1787 — 1862.) 1843. ab. 
 
 344 The Promise fulfilled. C. M. 
 
 1 Let songs of praises fill the sky: 
 
 Christ, our ascended Lord, 
 Sends down His Spirit from on high, 
 According to His word. 
 
 2 The Spirit, by His heavenly breath, 
 New life creates within ; 
 
 He quickens sinners from the death 
 Of trespasses and sin. 
 
 3 The things of Christ the Spirit takes, 
 
 And shows them unto men ; 
 The fallen soul His temple makes, 
 God's image stamps again. 
 
 4 Come, Holy Spirit, from above, 
 With Thy celestial fire ; 
 
 Come, and with flames of zeal and love, 
 Our hearts and tongues inspire. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Cotterill. (1779 — 1823.) 1819. ab. 
 
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 J4j The Spirit entreated to come. 8, 7. D. 
 
 1 COME, Thou everlasting Spirit, 
 
 Bring to every thankful mind 
 All the Saviour's dying merit, 
 
 All His sufferings for mankind: 
 True recorder of His passion, 
 
 Now the living faith impart; 
 Now reveal His great salvation, 
 
 Preach His gospel to our heart. 
 
 2 Come, Thou Witness of His dying, 
 
 Come, Remembrancer divine; 
 Let us feel Thy power applying 
 
 Christ to every soul, and mine ; 
 Let us groan Thine inward groaning, 
 
 Look on Him we pierced, and grieve, 
 All receive the grace atoning, 
 
 All the sprinkled blood receive. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708 — 1788.) 1745. 
 34^ Prayer for Light 8, 7. D. 
 
 1 Light of those whose dreary dwelling 
 
 Borders on the shades of death, 
 Come, and by Thy love's revealing 
 
 Dissipate the clouds beneath : 
 The new heaven and earth's Creator, 
 
 In our deepest darkness rise, 
 Scattering all the night of nature, 
 
 Pouring eye-sight on our eyes. 
 
 2 Still we wait for Thine appearing; 
 
 Life and joy Thy beams impart, 
 Chasing all our fears, and cheering 
 
 Every poor benighted heart: 
 Come, and manifest the favor 
 
 God hath for our ransomed race ; 
 Come, Thou glorious God and Saviour, 
 
 Come, and bring the gospel-grace. 
 
 3 Save us in Thy great compassion, 
 
 O thou mild, pacific Prince, 
 Give the knowledge of salvation, 
 
 Give the pardon of our sins ; 
 By Thine all-restoring merit, 
 
 Every burdened soul release, 
 Every weary, wandering spirit 
 
 Guide into Thy perfect peace. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. 1745. 
 34/ " Love Divine." 8, 7. D. 
 
 I Love Divine, all love excelling, 
 
 Joy of heaven, to earth come down ; 
 
 Fix in us Thy humble dwelling, 
 All Thy faithful mercies crown : 
 
 Jesus, Thou art all compassion, 
 Pure, unbounded love Thou art ; 
 
 Visit us with Thy salvation, 
 Enter every trembling heart. 
 
 2 Breathe, O breathe, Thy loving Spirit 
 
 Into every troubled breast ; 
 Let us all in Thee inherit, 
 
 Let us find that second rest ; 
 Take away our power of sinning, 
 
 Alpha and Omega be, 
 End of faith, as its beginning, 
 
 Set our hearts at liberty. 
 
 3 Come, almighty to deliver, 
 
 Let us all Thy life receive; 
 Suddenly return, and never, 
 
 Never more Thy temples leave. 
 Thee we would be always blessing, 
 
 Serve Thee as Thy hosts above, 
 Pray, and praise Thee without ceasing, 
 
 Glory in Thy perfect love. 
 
 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. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. 1747. si. alt. 
 34" The Spirit still given. 8, 7. D. 
 
 1 Day divine, when sudden streaming 
 
 To the Lord's first lovers came 
 Glory new and treasures teeming, 
 
 Mighty gifts and tongues of flame ! 
 Day to happy souls commended, 
 
 When the Holy Ghost was given, 
 When the Comforter descended, 
 
 And brought down the joy of heaven ! 
 
 2 Hath the Holy Ghost been holden 
 
 By those ancient saints alone ? 
 Only may the ages olden 
 
 Call the Comforter their own ? 
 Wonders we may not inherit, 
 
 Signs and tongues we may not crave ; 
 Yet we still receive the Spirit, 
 
 Still the Comforter we have. 
 
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 THE HOLY SPIRIT, 
 
 3 Sure the Holy Ghost is dwelling 
 
 With the souls that holier grow; 
 Signs most glorious, all excelling, 
 
 Witness brightest we may show : 
 Hope that makes ashamed never, 
 
 Perfect peace that passeth thought, 
 Mighty joy that stayeth ever, 
 
 Love Divine that changeth not. 
 
 Thomas Hornblower Gill. (1819 — ) i860, ab. 
 349 The Descent 0/ the Spirit. S. M. 
 
 i Lord God, the Holy Ghost, 
 In this accepted hour, 
 As on the day of Pentecost, 
 Descend in all Thy power. 
 
 2 We meet with one accord 
 
 In our appointed place, 
 And wait the promise of our Lord, 
 The Spirit of all grace. 
 
 3 Like mighty rushing wind 
 
 Upon the waves beneath, 
 Move with one impulse every mind. 
 One soul, one feeling breathe. 
 
 4 The young, the old inspire 
 
 With wisdom from above ; 
 And give us hearts and tongues of fire 
 To pray, and praise, and love. 
 
 5 Spirit of light, explore, 
 
 And chase our gloom away, 
 With lustre shining more and more 
 Unto the perfect day. 
 
 6 Spirit of truth , be Thou, 
 
 In life and death, our guide; 
 O Spirit of adoption, now 
 May we be sanctified. 
 
 James Montgomery. (1771 — 1S54.) 1819, 1825. 
 
 jj^ Invocation. 
 
 1 Come, Holy Spirit, come, 
 
 With energy divine, 
 And on this poor benighted soul, 
 With beams of mercy shine. 
 
 2 From the celestial hills, 
 
 Light, life, and joy dispense; 
 And may I daily, hourly feel 
 Thy quickening influence. 
 
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 3 O melt this frozen heart, 
 
 This stubborn will subdue; 
 Each evil passion overcome, 
 And form me all anew. 
 
 4 The profit will be mine, 
 
 But Thine shall be the praise; 
 Cheerful to Thee will I devote 
 The remnant of my days. 
 
 Rev. Benjamin Beddome. (1717 — 1795) 1818. 
 35^ Prayer for the Spirit. S. M. 
 
 i O for the happy hour 
 
 When God will hear our cry, 
 And send, with a reviving power, 
 His Spirit from on high. 
 
 2 We meet, we sing, we pray, 
 
 We listen to the word, 
 In vain: — we see no cheering ray, 
 No cheering voice is heard. 
 
 3 While many crowd Thy house, 
 
 How few, around Thy board, 
 
 Meet to record their solemn vows, 
 
 And bless Thee as their Lord. 
 
 4 Thou, Thou alone canst give 
 
 Thy gospel sure success, 
 And bid the dying sinner live 
 Anew in holiness. 
 
 5 Come, with Thy power divine, 
 
 Spirit of life and love; 
 Then shall our people all be Thine, 
 Our church like that above. 
 
 Rev. George Washington Bethune. (1805 — 1862.) 
 1843, 1848. ab. 
 
 352 To the Holy Ghost. S. M. 
 
 1 Come, Holy Spirit, come, 
 
 Let Thy bright beams arise, 
 Dispel the darkness from our minds, 
 . And open all our eyes. 
 
 2 Revive our drooping faith. 
 
 Our doubts and fears remove, 
 And kindle in our breasts the flame 
 Of never-dying love. 
 
 3 Convince us of our sin, 
 
 Then lead to Jesus' blood, 
 And to our wondering view reveal 
 The secret love of God. 
 
THE HOLY SPIRIT. 
 
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 4 Show us that loving Man 
 
 That rules the courts of bliss, 
 The Lord of Hosts, the Mighty God, 
 The Eternal Prince of Peace. 
 
 5 'T is Thine to cleanse the heart, 
 
 To sanctify the soul, 
 To pour fresh life in every part, 
 And nevv-create the whole. 
 
 6 Dwell therefore in our hearts, 
 
 Our minds from bondage free; 
 Then we shall know, and praise, and love 
 The Father, Son, and Thee. 
 
 Rev. Joseph Hart. (1712 — 1768.) 1759. ab. 
 
 353 L tradings cf the Spirit. S . M . 
 
 1 That we might walk with God, 
 
 He forms our hearts anew ; 
 Takes us, like Ephraim, by the hand, 
 And teaches us to go. 
 
 2 He by His Spirit leads 
 
 In paths before unknown; 
 The work to be performed is ours, 
 The strength is all His own. 
 
 3 Assisted by His grace, 
 
 We still pursue our way ; 
 And hope at last to reach the prize, 
 Secure in endless day. 
 
 4 'T is He that works to will, 
 
 'T is He that works to do ; 
 His is the power by which we act, 
 His be the glory too. 
 
 Rev Benjamin Beddome. 1818. 
 
 354 Invocation to the Holy Spirit. S. M. 
 
 1 Blest Comforter Divine, 
 
 Whose rays of heavenly love 
 Amid our gloom and darkness shine, 
 And point our souls above ; 
 
 2 Thou, who with "still small voice," 
 
 Dost stop the sinner's way, 
 And bid the mourning saint rejoice, 
 Though earthly joys decay ; 
 
 3 Thou, whose inspiring breath 
 
 Can make the cloud of care, 
 And e'en the gloomy vale of death, 
 A smile of glory wear ; 
 
 4 Thou, who dost fill the heart 
 With love to all our race ; 
 Blest Comforter, to us impart 
 The blessings ot Thy grace. 
 
 Mrs. Lydia Howard Huntley Sigourney. (1791 — 1865.) 1824. 
 J J J Rom. viii. 14, 16. Eph. i. 13, 14. 
 
 1 WHY should the children of a King 
 
 Go mourning all their days ? 
 Great Comforter, descend and bring 
 Some tokens of Thy grace. 
 
 2 Dost Thou not dwell in all the 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 ; 
 And Thy soft wings, celestial Dove, 
 Will safe convey me home. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 174S.) 1709. 
 
 The Spirit's Influences desired. 
 Acts x. 44. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 356 
 
 i Great Father of each perfect gift, 
 Behold Thy servants wait ; 
 With longing eyes and lifted hands, 
 We flock around Thy gate. 
 
 2 O shed abroad that royal gift, 
 
 Thy Spirit from above, 
 To bless our eyes with sacred light, 
 And fire our hearts with love. 
 
 3 Blest earnest of eternal joy, 
 
 Declare our sins forgiven ; 
 And bear, with energy divine, 
 Our raptured thoughts to heaven. 
 
 4 Diffuse, O God, those copious showers, 
 That earth its fruit may yield, 
 And change the barren wilderness 
 To Carmel's flowery field. 
 
 Rev. Philip Doddridge. (1702 — 1751.) 1755. ab. 
 
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 JJ / " Ofons amoris, Spiritus." C. M. 
 
 i O Holy Spirit, Fount of love, 
 Biest source of gifts divine, 
 Kindle, we pray Thee, from above 
 The inmost souls of Thine. 
 
 2 Shed in each faithful heart abroad 
 Love that doth all excel; 
 That God in us, and we in God, 
 For evermore may dwell. 
 
 Prof. Charles Coffin (1676 — 1749.) 1736. ab. 
 Tr. by Miss Jane E. Leeson. 1864. 
 
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 C. M. 
 
 " The Comforter is come." 
 
 1 My God, my reconciled God, 
 
 Creator of my peace : 
 Thee will I love, and praise, and sing, 
 Till life and breath shall cease. 
 
 2 My soul doth magnify the Lord, 
 
 My spirit doth rejoice 
 In God my Saviour, and my God ; 
 I hear His joyful voice. 
 
 3 I need not go abroad for joy, 
 
 Who have a feast at home ; 
 My sighs are turned into songs, 
 The Comforter is come. 
 
 4 Down from above the blessed Dove • 
 
 Is come into my breast, 
 To witness God's eternal love : 
 This is my heavenly feast. 
 
 5 My God, my reconciled God, 
 
 Creator of my peace : 
 Thee will I love, and praise, and sing, 
 Till life and breath shall cease. 
 
 Rev. John Mason. ( — 1694.) 1683. ab. 
 Breathing after the Holy Spirit. C. M. 
 
 1 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, 
 
 With all Thy quickening powers, 
 Kindle a flame of sacred love 
 In these cold hearts of ours. 
 
 2 Look how we grovel here below, 
 
 Fond of these trifling toys : 
 Our souls can neither fly nor go 
 To reach eternal joys. 
 
 3 In vain we tune our formal songs, 
 
 In vain we strive to rise ; 
 Hosannas languish on our tongues, 
 And our devotion dies. 
 
 4 Dear Lord, and shall we ever live 
 
 At this poor dying rate, 
 Our love so faint, so cold to Thee, 
 And Thine to us so great? 
 
 5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, 
 
 With all Thy quickening powers, 
 Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, 
 And that shall kindle ours. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1709. 
 
 360 
 
 " Thy Spirit in our Heart." C. M : 
 
 i Enthroned on high, Almighty Lord, 
 Thy Holy Ghost send down; 
 Fulfil in us Thy faithful word, 
 And all Thy mercies crown. 
 
 2 Though on our heads no tongues of fire 
 
 Their wondrous powers impart, 
 Grant, Saviour, what we more desire, 
 Thy Spirit in our heart. 
 
 3 Spirit of life, and light, and love, 
 
 Thy heavenly influence give; 
 Quicken our souls, born from above, 
 In Christ that we may live. 
 
 4 To our benighted minds reveal 
 
 The glories of His grace, 
 And bring us where no clouds conceal 
 The brightness of His face. 
 
 5 His love within us shed abroad, 
 
 Life's ever-springing well ; 
 Till God in us, and we in God, 
 In love eternal dwell. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Haweis. (1732 — 1820.) 1792. 
 jyJ J- For a well-grounded Hope of Salvation. CM. 
 
 1 Eternal Spirit, Source of truth, 
 
 Our contrite hearts inspire: 
 Kindle the flame of heavenly love, 
 And feed the pure desire. 
 
 2 'T is Thine to soothe the sorrowing mind, 
 
 With Satan's yoke oppressed ; 
 'T is Thine to bid the dying live, 
 And give the weary rest. 
 
 3 Subdue the power of every sin, 
 
 Whate'er that sin may be : 
 That we, in singleness of heart, 
 May worship only Thee. 
 
THE HOLY SPIRIT. 
 
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 4 Then with our spirits witness bear 
 That we 're the sons of God, 
 Redeemed from sin, and death, and hell, 
 Through Christ's atoning blood. 
 
 Rev Joseph Hart. (1712 — 1768.) 1759. much alt. 
 Rev Thomas Cotterill. (1779 — 1823.) 1S10. ab. 
 
 362 
 
 " Vent Creator Spiritus." L. M. 
 
 i Come, O Creator-Spirit blest, 
 And in our souls take up Thy rest; 
 Come, with Thy grace and heavenly aid, 
 To fill the hearts which Thou hast made. 
 
 2 Great Comforter, to Thee we cry; 
 O highest gift of God most high, 
 O Fount of life, O Fire of love, 
 And sweet' anointing fiom above ! 
 
 3 Kindle our senses from above, 
 
 And make our hearts o'erflow with love ; 
 With patience firm, and virtue high, 
 The weakness of our flesh supply. 
 
 4 Far from us drive the foe we dread, 
 And grant us Thy true peace instead; 
 So shall we not, with Thee for guide, 
 Turn from the path cf life aside. 
 
 Unknown Author of the 7th or 8th Century. 
 Tr. by Rev. Edward Caswall. (1814 — ) 1849. ab. and alt. 
 
 363 
 
 The Operations 0/ the Spirit. L. M. 
 
 i Eternal Spirit, we confess 
 And sing the wonders of Thy grace; 
 Thy power conveys our blessings down 
 From God the Father and the Son. 
 
 2 Enlightened by Thy heavenly ray, 
 Our shades and darkness turn to day; 
 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. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1709 
 
 Dispel the gloomy shades of night, 
 The thicker darkness of the mind. 
 
 2 To mine illumined eyes display 
 
 The glorious truths Thy word reveals ; 
 Cause me to run the heavenly way ; 
 The book unfold, and loose the seals. 
 
 3 Thine inward teachings makeTne know 
 
 The mysteries of redeeming love, 
 The vanity of things below, 
 
 And excellence of things above. 
 
 4 While through this dubious maze I stray, 
 
 Spread, like the sun, Thy beams abroad. 
 To show the dangers of the way, 
 And guide my feeble steps to God. 
 
 Rev. Benjamin Beddome. (1717 — 1795) 1818. 
 
 365 
 
 364 
 
 Teachings oj the Spirit. L. M. 
 
 I COME, blessed Spirit, Source of light, 
 Whose power and g^accare unconfined> 
 
 Prayer for Rest in Cod. L. M . 
 
 1 Come, Holy Spirit, calm my mind, 
 
 And fit me to approach my Gcd ; 
 Remove each vain, each worldly thought, 
 And lead me to Thy blest abode. 
 
 2 Hast Thou imparted to my soul 
 
 A living spark of heavenly fire? 
 O kindle now the sacred fiame ; 
 Teach it to burn with pure desire. 
 
 3 A brighter faith and hope impart, 
 
 And let me now the Saviour sec : 
 O soothe and cheer my burdened heart, 
 And bid my Spirit rest in Thee. 
 
 Rev. Henry Forster Burder's Coll. 1826. 
 j"" Prayer for Light, and Guidance. L. M. 
 
 1 COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, 
 My sinful maladies remove : 
 
 Be Thou my Light, be Thou my Guide, 
 O'er every thought and step preside. 
 
 2 The light of truth to me display, 
 That I may know and choose my way ; 
 Plant holy fear within my heart, 
 That I from God may ne'er depart 
 
 3 Conduct me safe, conduct me far 
 From every sin and hurtful snare ; 
 Lead me to God, my final Rest, 
 In His enjoyment to be blest. 
 
 4 Lead me to Christ, the Living Way, 
 Nor let me from His pastures stray ; 
 Lead me to Heaven, the seat of bliss, 
 Where pleasure in perfection is. 
 
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 THE HOLY SPIRIT. 
 
 5 Lead me to holiness, the road 
 
 That I must take to dwell with God ; 
 Lead to Thy Word, that rules must give, 
 And sure directions how to live. 
 
 Rev. Simon Browne. (1680 — 1732.) 1720. ab. 
 
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 The spirit dwelling in us. 
 John xiv. 16, 17. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 i SURE the blest Comforter is nigh; 
 'T is He sustains my fainting heart : 
 Else would my hope for ever die, 
 And every cheering ray depart. 
 
 2 When some kind promise glads my soul, 
 
 Do I not find His healing voice 
 The tempest of my fears control, 
 
 And bid my drooping powers rejoice ? 
 
 3 Whene'er to call the Saviour mine, 
 
 With ardent wish my heart aspires, 
 Can it be less than power divine, 
 That animates these strong desires? 
 
 4 And when my cheerful hope can say, 
 
 I love my God, and taste His grace, 
 Lord, is it not Thy blissful ray 
 
 Which brings this dawn of sacrea peace? 
 
 5 Let Thy kind Spirit in my heart 
 
 For ever dwell, O God of love, 
 And light and heavenly peace impart, 
 Sweet earnest of the joys above. 
 
 Miss Anne Steele. (1717 — 1778 ) 1760. ab. 
 
 368 
 
 ' Spirit of Mercy, Truth, and Love." L. M. 
 
 i Spirit of mercy, truth, and love, 
 O shed Thine influence from above ; 
 And still through endless time convey 
 The wonders of this sacred day. 
 
 2 In every clime, by every tongue, 
 Be God's surpassing glory sung; 
 Let all the listening earth be taught 
 The wonders by our Saviour wrought. 
 
 3 Unfailing Comfort, Heavenly Guide, 
 Still in our longing hearts abide; 
 Still let mankind Thy blessings prove, 
 Spirit of mercy, truth, and love. 
 
 Rev. R. W. Kyle. 1775. 
 
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 Prayer for Peace and Rest. 
 
 1 Gracious Spirit, Dove Divine, 
 Let Thy light within me shine ; 
 
 All my guilty fears remove, 
 Fill me full of heaven and love. 
 
 2 Speak Thy pardoning grace to me, 
 Set the burdened sinner free, 
 Lead me to the Lamb of God, 
 Wash me in His precious blood. 
 
 3 Life and peace to me impart, 
 Seal salvation on my heart, 
 Breathe Thyself into my breast, 
 Earnest of immortal rest. 
 
 4 Let me never from Thee stray, 
 Keep me in the narrow way, 
 Fill my soul with joy divine, 
 Keep me, Lord, forever Thine. 
 
 John Stocker. 1776.3b. 
 3 I With Light, with Pozuer, with "Joy. 7' 
 
 i Holy Ghost, with light divine, 
 Shine upon this heart of mine ; 
 Chase the shades of night away, 
 Turn the darkness into day. 
 
 2 Holy Ghost, with power divine, 
 Cleanse this guilty heart of mine ; 
 Long has sin, without control, 
 Held dominion o'er my soul. 
 
 3 Holy Ghost, with joy divine, 
 Cheer this saddened heart of mine ; 
 Bid my many woes depart, 
 Heal my wounded, bleeding heart. 
 
 4 Holy Spirit, all Divine, 
 Dwell within this heart of mine, 
 Cast down every idol-throne; 
 Reign supreme, and reign alone. 
 
 Rev. Andrew Reed. (1787 — i8f2.) 1843. ab. 
 3/1 " Hail the joyful Day's Return." 7' 
 
 1 Hail the joyful day's return, 
 Hail the Pentecostal morn, 
 Morn when our ascended Head 
 On His Church His Spirit shed. 
 Like to cloven tongues of flame 
 On the twelve the Spirit came ; 
 Tongues, that earth may hear the call; 
 Fire, that love may burn in all. 
 
 2 Hear the speech before unknown; 
 Trembling crowds the wonder own : 
 What though hardened some abide, 
 And the holy work deride ? 
 
 
THE HOLY SPIRIT. 
 
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 Lord, to Thee Thy people bend, 
 Unto us Thy Spirit send : 
 Blessings of this sacred day 
 Grant us, dearest Lord, we pray. 
 
 3 Thou who didst our fathers guide, 
 With their children still abide ; 
 Grant us pardon, grant us peace, 
 Till our earthly wanderings cease. 
 To the Father praises sing, 
 Praise to Christ, our risen King, 
 Praise to Thee, the Lord of love, 
 Blessed Spirit, Holy Dove. 
 
 Robert Campbell. (—1868.) 1830. 
 Ol " Granted is the Saviour's Prayer." 7 '• 
 
 1 Granted is the Saviour's prayer, 
 Sent the gracious Comforter, 
 Promise of our parting Lord, 
 Jesus, to His heaven restored. 
 
 2 Christ, who now gone up on high, 
 Captive leads captivity, 
 
 While His foes from Him receive 
 Grace, that God with man may live. 
 
 3 God, the everlasting God, 
 Makes with mortals His abode ; 
 Whom the heavens cannot contain, 
 He vouchsafes to dwell in man. 
 
 4. Never will He thence depart, 
 Inmate of a humble heart; 
 Carrying on His work within, 
 Striving till He cast out sin. 
 
 5 There He helps our feeble moans, 
 Deepens our imperfect groans; 
 Intercedes in silence there, 
 Sighs the unutterable prayer. 
 
 6 Come, divine and peaceful Guest, 
 Enter our devoted breast : 
 
 Holy Ghost, our hearts inspire, 
 Kindle there the gospel fire. 
 
 7 Crown the agonizing strife, 
 Principle and Lord of life: 
 Life divine in us renew, 
 Thou the Gift and Giver too ! 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (170S — 1788.) 1739. a b- 
 
 ,5 / «5 " Dwell with me. " 
 
 1 Gratious Spirit, dwell with me; 
 I myself would gracious be, 
 
 And wkh words that help and heal 
 Would Thy life in mine reveal, 
 And with actions bold and meek 
 Would for Christ my Saviour speak. 
 
 2 Truthful Spirit, dwell with me ; 
 I myself would truthful be, 
 And with wisdom kind and clear 
 Let Thy life in mine appear, 
 And with actions brotherly 
 Speak my Lord's sincerity. 
 
 3 Tender Spirit, dwell with me ; 
 I myself would tender be, 
 Shut my heart up like a flower 
 At temptation's darksome hour, 
 Open it when shines the sun, 
 And His love by fragrance own. 
 
 4. Silent Spirit, dwell with me ; 
 I myself would quiet be, 
 Quiet as the growing blade 
 Which through earth its way has made; 
 Silently, like morning light, 
 Putting mists and chills to flight. 
 
 5 Mighty Spirit, dwell with me ; 
 I myself would mighty be, 
 Mighty so as to prevail 
 Where unaided man must fail, 
 Ever by a mighty hope 
 Pressing on and bearing up. 
 
 6 Holy Spirit, dwell with me ; 
 I myself would holy be; 
 Separate from sin, I would 
 Choose and cherish all things good, 
 And what ever I can be 
 
 Give to Him, who gave me Thee ! 
 
 Rev. Thomas Toke Lynch. (1818 — 1871.) 1850. 
 O / T" " I'cni Sancte Spiritus." 0, 4' 
 
 i Come, Holy Ghost, in love, 
 Shed on us from above 
 
 Thine own bright ray! 
 Divinely good Thou art; 
 Thy sacred gifts impart 
 To gladden each sad heart: 
 come to-day ! 
 
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 THE HOLY SPIRIT. 
 
 Come, tenderest Friend, and best, 
 Our most delightful guest, 
 
 With soothing power: 
 Rest, which the wean- know, 
 Shade, 'mid the noontide glow, 
 Peace, when deep griefs o'erflow, 
 
 Cheer us, this hour ! 
 
 Come, Light serene, and still 
 Our inmost bosoms fill; 
 
 Dwell in each breast; 
 We know no dawn but Thine, 
 Send forth Thy beams divine, 
 On our dark souls to shine, 
 
 And make us blest ! 
 
 Exalt our low desires; 
 Extinguish passion's fires; 
 
 Heal every wound : 
 Our stubborn spirits bend ; 
 Our icy coldness end ; 
 Our devious steps attend, 
 
 While heavenward bound. 
 
 Come, all the faithful bless; 
 Let all who Christ confess, 
 
 His praise employ : 
 Give virtue's rich reward; 
 Victorious death accord, 
 And, with our glorious Lord, 
 
 Eternal joy ! 
 
 Robert II, King of France. (972 — T031.) 
 Tr. by Rev. Ray Palmer. (1S08— ) iS 5 3. 
 
 Help us when we look to Thee ; 
 Grant us endless joy to see. 
 
 Rev. Arthur Tozer Russell. (i8c6— ) 1S4S, 1P51. 
 
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 375 
 
 " Come, O promised Comjjrter." 
 
 .61. 
 
 Come, O promised Comforter; 
 Light upon our darkness pour. 
 Father of the poor Thou art; 
 Then to us Thy gifts impart. 
 Light of everlasting Day ! 
 Lord, direct us on our way. 
 
 Consolation all divine, 
 Blessed Comforter, is Thine : 
 Be our strength in weariness; 
 Thou the weeping heart dost bless ; 
 Sweet repose in every toil, 
 Thou dost all our griefs beguile. 
 
 Lord, Thy perfect gifts bestow 
 On the fold of Christ below ; 
 Crown our days with heavenly grace, 
 Help us when we close our race: 
 
 "Holy Ghost, the Infinite." 
 
 i Holy Ghost, the infinite, 
 Shine upon our nature's night 
 With Thy blessed inward light, 
 Comforter Divine ! 
 
 2 We are sinful, cleanse us, Lord; 
 We are faint, Thy strength afford ; 
 Lost, until by Thee restored, 
 
 Comforter Divine ! 
 
 3 Like the dew, Thy peace distil ; 
 Guide, subdue our wayward will, 
 Things of Christ unfolding still, 
 
 Comforter Divine ! 
 
 4 In us, for us, intercede, 
 
 And with voiceless groanirvg plead 
 Our unutterable need, 
 Comforter Divine ! 
 
 5 In us "Abba, Father," cry, 
 Earnest of our bliss on high, 
 Seal of immortality, 
 
 Comforter Divine ! 
 
 6 Search for us the depths of God ; 
 Bear us up the starry road, 
 
 To the height of Thine abode, 
 Comforter Divine ! 
 
 George Rawson. (1807—) 1853. alt. 
 Oil "Holy, heavenly Love. 7> 5° 
 
 i Gracious Spirit, Holy Ghost, 
 Taught by Thee, we covet most, 
 Of Thy gifts at Pentecost, 
 Holy, heavenly Love. 
 
 2 Love is kind, and suffers long, 
 Love is meek, and thinks no wrong, 
 Love than death itself more strong: 
 
 Give us heavenly Love. 
 
 3 Prophecy will fade away, 
 Melting in the light of day; 
 Love will ever with us stay : 
 
 Give us heavenly Love. 
 
 4 Faith will vanish into sight, 
 Hope be emptied in delight ; 
 
 
THE HOLY SPIRIT. 
 
 107 
 
 Love in heaven will shine more bright : 
 Give us heavenly Love. 
 
 5 Faith and Hope and Love we see 
 Joining hand in hand agree; 
 But the greatest of the three, 
 And the best, is Love. 
 
 Ep. Christopher Wordsworth. (1807 — ) 1862. ab. and alt. 
 3 / O A Prayer to the Holy Ghost. • 
 
 i Thou who like the wind dost come, 
 Come to me; but ne'er depart: 
 Blessed Spirit, make Thy home 
 In my thankful heart. 
 
 2 Answer not with tongues of light; 
 
 Brood not o'er me like a dove ; 
 Fall upon me in Thy might; 
 Fill me with Thy love. 
 
 3 Sin has ruled me; set me free. 
 
 Sin has scourged me; bring me rest. 
 Help my fainting soul to flee 
 To my Saviour's breast. 
 
 4 Tell me much of cleansing blood ; 
 
 Show me sin, but sin forgiven: 
 Step by step, where Christ has trod, 
 Help me home to heaven. 
 
 Rev. Hervey Doddridge Ganse. (1822 — ) 1873. 
 3/9 "Come, Holy Ghost." L. M. 61. 
 
 1 Come, Holy Ghost, all quickening fire, 
 
 Come, and in me delight to rest ; 
 Drawn by the lure of strong desire, 
 
 O come and consecrate my breast; 
 The temple of my soul prepare, 
 And fix Thy sacred presence there. 
 
 2 My peace, my life, my comfort now, 
 
 My treasure, and my all Thou art; 
 True Witness of my sonship Thou, 
 
 Engraving pardon on my heart : 
 Seal of my sins in Christ forgiven, 
 Earnest of love, and pledge of heaven. 
 
 3 Come, then, my God, mark out Thine heir, 
 
 Of heaven a larger earnest give, 
 With clearer light Thy witness bear; 
 
 More sensibly within me live: 
 Let all my powers Thy entrance feel, 
 And deeper stamp Thyself the Seal. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708— 17S8 ) 1739. ab. 
 
 3o0 " V en i Creator Sfn'ritus" L, M. 61. 
 
 i COME, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire, 
 And lighten with celestial fire ; 
 Thou the anointing Spirit art, 
 Who dost Thy seven-fold gifts impart : 
 Thy blessed unction from above 
 Is comfort, life, and fire of love. 
 
 2 Enable with perpetual light 
 
 The dullness of our blinded sight; 
 Anoint and cheer our soiled face 
 With the abundance of Thy grace ; 
 Keep far our foes, give peace at home ; 
 Where Thou art guide, no ill can come. 
 
 3 Teach us to know the Father, Son, 
 And Thee, of both, to be but one; 
 That through the ages all along, 
 This still may be our endless song : 
 All praise, with all the heavenly host, 
 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ! 
 
 Unknown Author of the 7th or 8th century. 
 Tr. by Bp. John Cosin. (1594 — 1672.) 1627. alt. 
 
 ») " Come, condescending Spirit, come." L. M. 6!. 
 
 1 Eternal Spirit, Source of light, 
 
 Enlivening, consecrating Fire, 
 Descend, and with celestial heat 
 
 Our dull, our frozen hearts inspire ; 
 Our souls refine, our dross consume: 
 
 Come, condescending Spirit, come. 
 
 2 In our cold breast, strike a spark 
 
 Of the pure flame which seraphs feel ; 
 Nor let us wander in the dark, 
 
 Or lie benumbed and stupid still: 
 Come, vivifying Spirit, come, 
 
 And make our hearts Thy constant home. 
 
 3 Whatever guilt and madness dare, 
 
 We would not quench the heavenly fire ; 
 Our hearts as fuel we prepare, 
 
 Though in the flame we should expire ; 
 Our breasts expand to make Thee room : 
 Come, purifying Spirit, come. 
 
 4 Let pure devotion's fervors rise ; 
 Let every pious passion glow : 
 
 let the raptures of the skies 
 
 Kindle in our cold hearts below: 
 Come, condescending Spirit, come, 
 And make our souls Thy constant home. 
 
 Rev. Samuel Davies (1724-1761.) 1769. 
 
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 THE HOLY SPIRIT, 
 
 ^<Jf " Vcni Sanctc Sj>irit7is." 7- 3 1 - 
 
 i Holy Spirit, Lord of light, 
 From Thy clear celestial height, 
 Thy pure beaming radiance give. 
 
 2 Come, Thou Father of the poor, 
 Come, with treasures which endure, 
 
 Come, Thou Light of all that live. 
 
 3 Thou, of all consolers best, 
 Visiting the troubled breast, 
 
 Dost refreshing peace bestow. 
 
 4 Thou in toil art comfort sweet, 
 Pleasant coolness in the heat, 
 
 Solace in the midst of woe. 
 
 5 Light immortal, Light divine, 
 Visit Thou these hearts of Thine, 
 
 And our inmost being fill. 
 
 6 If Thou take Thy grace away, 
 Nothing pure in man will stay ; 
 
 All his good is turned to ill. 
 
 7 Heal our wounds, our strength renew, 
 On our dryness pour Thy dew; 
 
 Wash the stains of guilt away. 
 
 8 Bend the stubborn heart and will, 
 Melt the frozen, warm the chill ; 
 
 Guide the steps that go astray. 
 
 9 Thou, on those who evermore 
 Thee confess and Thee adore, 
 
 In Thy sevenfold gifts descend. 
 
 io Give them comfort when they die, 
 Give them life with Thee on high ; 
 Give them joys which never end. 
 
 Robert n. King of France. (972 — 1031 ) 
 Tr. by Rev. Edward Caswall. (1814—) 1849. 
 
 " The Promise of the Father.' 
 Acts 1. 4, 
 
 7- 3h 
 
 383 
 
 1 HOLY Ghost that, promised, came 
 With the Pentecostal flame, 
 
 Comforter, we hail Thy name. 
 
 2 For Thy mighty help we call; 
 On our waiting spirits fall; 
 
 Fill us, cheer us, rule us all. 
 
 3 'Neath Thy breath our graces bloom ; 
 Flee our wintry shades and gloom ; 
 
 Come ! our hearts prepare Thee room. 
 
 4 If but Thou within us move, 
 
 We shall mount on wings of love, 
 Joyous as the hosts above. 
 
 5 O what raptures may we feel, 
 If but Thou our eyes unseal, 
 
 And the things of Christ reveal. 
 
 6 Blessed Helper, by Thee led, 
 On, our willing feet shall tread, 
 
 Till we see our glorious Head. 
 
 7 Then, immortal years begun, 
 While the eternal circuits run, 
 
 Praise, all Heaven, the Three in One ! 
 
 Rev. Ray Palmer, (1808—) 1873. 
 
 384 
 
 L. M. 61. 
 
 " Vent Creator S/n'rities.' 
 
 1 CREATOR Spirit, by whose aid 
 
 The world's foundations first were laid, 
 Come, visit every pious mind, 
 Come, pour Thy joys on human kind ; 
 From sin and sorrow set us free, 
 And make Thy temples worthy Thee. 
 
 2 O Source of uncreated light, 
 The Father's promised Paraclete ; 
 Thrice holy Fount, thrice holy Fire, 
 Our hearts with heavenly love inspire ; 
 Come, and Thy sacred unction bring, 
 To sanctify us while we sing. 
 
 3 Plenteous of grace, descend from high, 
 Rich in Thy sevenfold energy, 
 
 Thou Strength of His almighty hand, 
 Whose power doth heaven and earth corn- 
 Proceeding Spirit, our Defence, |"mand, 
 Who dost the gift of tongues dispense. 
 
 4 Refine and purge our earthly parts; 
 But, O inflame and fire our hearts; 
 Make us eternal truths receive, 
 And practise all that we believe ; 
 Give us Thyself, that we may see 
 The Father and the Son, by Thee. 
 
 5 Immortal honors, endless fame, 
 Attend the almighty Father's name ! 
 The Saviour Son be glorified, 
 
 Who for lost man's redemption died ! 
 And equal adoration be, 
 Eternal Paraclete, to Thee ! 
 
 Unknown Author of the 7th or 8th century. 
 Tr. by John Drydcn. (1631 — 1700.) 1699. ab. 
 
THE HOLY SPIRIT. THE SCRIPTURES. 
 
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 3^5 Groaning for the Spirit of Adoption. L. M. I 
 
 i WHEN shall I hear the inward voice, 
 Which only faithful souls can hear? 
 Pardon, and peace, and heavenly joys 
 
 Attend the promised Comforter : 
 He comes ! and righteousness divine, 
 And Christ, and all with Christ, is mine. 
 
 2 O that the Comforter would come, 
 
 Nor visit as a transient guest; 
 But fix in me His constant home, 
 
 And keep possession of my breast, 
 And make my soul His loved abode, 
 The temple of indwelling God. 
 
 3 Come, Holy Ghost, my heart inspire; 
 
 Attest that I am born again ; 
 Come, and baptize me now with fire, 
 
 Or all Thy former gifts are vain. 
 I cannot rest in sins forgiven ; 
 Where is the earnest of my heaven ? 
 
 4 Where the indubitable seal, 
 
 That ascertains the kingdom mine? 
 The powerful stamp I long to feel, 
 
 The signature of love divine : 
 O shed it in my heart abroad, 
 Fulness of love, of heaven, of God ! 
 
 Pev. Charles Wesley (1708— 1788 ) 1740 ab. 
 
 [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. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 174S.) 1719. 
 
 The Uses of Scripture 
 Ps. xix. 
 
 L. P. M. 
 
 Cod praised for His Word. L. P. M. 
 Ps lvi. 
 
 386 
 
 1 I LOVE the volumes of Thy word; 
 What light and joy those 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 hath the furnace past 
 
 Appears so pleasing to the sight. 
 
 3 Thythreateningswakemyslumberingeyes, 
 And warn me where my danger lies ; 
 
 But 't is Thy blessed gospel, Lord, 
 That makes my guilty conscience clean, 
 Converts my soul, subdues my sin, 
 
 And gives a free, but large reward. 
 
 387 
 
 1 JOIN, all ye servants of the Lord, 
 To praise Him for His sacred word, 
 That word, like manna, sent from heaven. 
 To all who seek it freely given ; 
 
 Its promises our fears remove, 
 
 And fill our hearts with joy and love. 
 
 2 It tells us, though oppressed with cares, 
 The God of mercy hears our prayers; 
 Though steep and rough theappointed way, 
 His mighty arm shall be our stay; 
 Though deadly foes assail' our peace, 
 
 His power shall bid their malice cease. 
 
 3 It tells who first inspired our breath, 
 Whose blood redeemed our souls from death; 
 
 It tells of grace, grace freely given, 
 And shows the path to God and heaven : 
 O bless we, then, our gracious Lord 
 For all the treasures of His word. 
 
 Miss Harriet Auber (177^—1862.) i82q. 
 300 To understand God's IVord. L. P. M. 
 
 1 Spirit of Truth, essential God, 
 
 Who didst Thine ancient saints inspire, 
 Shed in their hearts Thy love abroad, 
 
 And touch their hallowed lips with fire, 
 Our God from all eternity, 
 World without end we worship Thee. 
 
 2 Still we believe, Almighty Lord, 
 
 Whose presence fills both earth and heaven, 
 The meaning of the written word 
 
 Is still by inspiration given; ' 
 Thou only dost Thyself explain 
 The secret mind of God to man. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. 1767. ab. 
 3o9 " Holy Bible, Book divine." 7. 
 
 i HOLY Bible, book Divine, 
 
 Precious treasure, thou art mine ; 
 Mine to tell me whence I came, 
 Mine to teach me what I am. 
 
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 THE SCRIPTURES. 
 
 z Mine to chide 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, 
 Light and life beyond the tomb ; 
 Holy Bible, book divine, 
 Precious treasure, thou art mine. 
 
 John Burton. (1773 — 1856.) 1805. 
 O7 " Inuucr muss ich nvieder lesen." 7' 
 
 1 Ever would I fain be reading, 
 
 In the ancient holy Book, 
 Of my Saviour's gentle pleading, 
 Truth in every word and look. 
 
 2 How when children came He blessed them, 
 
 Suffered no man to reprove ; 
 Took them in His arms and pressed them 
 To His heart with words of love. 
 
 3 How He healed the sick and dying, 
 
 Heard the contrite sinner's moan, 
 Sought the poor, and stilled their crying, 
 Called them brothers and His own. 
 
 4 Still I read the ancient story, 
 
 And my joy is ever new ; 
 How for us He left His glory, 
 How He still is kind and true. 
 
 5 Let me kneel, my Lord, before Thee, 
 
 Let my heart in tears o'erflow, 
 Melted by Thy love adore Thee, 
 Blest in Thee mid joy or woe. 
 
 Miss Luise Hensel. (1798 — ) 1829. 
 Tr. by Miss Catherine Winkworth. (1829 — ) 1858. ab. andalt 
 
 O77 " M 'alte, ivalte nah undfern." ~ 7* 
 
 i Spread, O spread, thou mighty word, 
 Spread the kingdom of the Lord, 
 Wheresoe'er His breath has given 
 Life to beings meant for heaven. 
 
 2 Tell them how the Father's will 
 Made the world, and keeps it still ; 
 How He sent His Son to save 
 All who help and comfort crave. 
 
 3 Tell of our Redeemer's love, 
 Who for ever doth remove, 
 By His holy sacrifice, 
 
 All the guilt that on us lies. 
 
 4 Tell them of the Spirit given 
 Now, to guide us up to heaven, 
 Strong and holy, just and true 
 Working both to will and do. 
 
 5 Word of life, most pure and strong, 
 Lo, for Thee the nations long : 
 Spread, till from its dreary night 
 All the world awakes to light. 
 
 6 Lord of harvest, let there be 
 
 Joy and strength to work for Thee: 
 
 Let the nations, far and near, 
 
 See Thy light, and learn Thy fear. 
 
 Rev. Jonathan Frederic Bahnmaier. (1774 — 1841.) 1823. 
 Tr. by Miss Catherine Winkworth. 1853. ab. 
 
 J7" 77?^ Scriptures our only Help and Guide. C. M. 
 
 1 Laden with guilt, and full of fears, 
 
 I fly to Thee, my Lord, 
 And not a glimpse of hope appears, 
 But in Thy written word. 
 
 2 The volume of my Father's grace, 
 
 Does all my grief assuage ; 
 Here I behold my Saviour's face 
 Almost in every page. 
 
 3 Here consecrated water flows, 
 
 To quench my thirst of sin ; 
 Here the fair tree of knowledge grows, 
 Nor danger dwells therein. 
 
 4 This is the field where hidden lies 
 
 The pearl of price unknown : 
 That merchant is divinely wise, 
 Who makes the pearl his own. 
 
 5 This is the judge that ends the strife, 
 
 Where wit and reason fail ; 
 My guide to everlasting life, 
 Through all this gloomy vale. 
 
 6 O may Thy counsels, mighty God, 
 
 My roving feet command; 
 Nor I forsake the happy road, 
 That leads to Thy right hand. 
 
 Rev Isaac Watts (1*74 — 1748) 1709. 
 
 
THE SCRIPTURES. 
 
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 nf\n The Excellency and Variety of Scripture. CM. 
 jry Ci Ps. cxix. 111. 
 
 i Lord, I have made Thy word my choice. 
 My lasting heritage : 
 There shall my noblest powers rejoice, 
 My warmest thoughts engage. 
 
 2 111 read the histories of Thy love, 
 
 And keep Thy laws in sight; 
 While through the promises I rove 
 With ever fresh delight. 
 
 3 'Tis a broad land of wealth unknown, 
 
 Where springs of life arise, 
 Seeds of immortal bliss are sown, 
 And hidden glory lies. 
 
 % The best relief that mourners have : 
 It makes our sorrows blest ; 
 Our fairest hope beyond the grave, 
 And our eternal rest. 
 
 Rev Isaac Watts. 1719. 
 
 Instruction front Scripture. 
 Ps. cxix. 9, 30. 105, 11 j, 160. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 394 
 
 1 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 'T is 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 precepts make me truly wise : 
 
 I hate the sinner's road ; 
 I hate my own vain thoughts that rise, 
 But love Thy law, my God. 
 
 5 Thy word is everlasting truth ; 
 
 How pure is every page ! 
 That holy book shall guide our youth, 
 And well support our age. 
 
 Rev Isaac Watts. 1719. ab. 
 
 Qf>C£ The Light and Glory 0/ the Word. CM. 
 OyO Ps. cxix. 130. 2 Cor. iv 4 
 
 i The Spirit breathes upon the word, 
 And brings the truth to sight; 
 Precepts and promises afford 
 A sanctifying light. 
 
 2 A glory gilds the sacred page, 
 
 Majestic, like the sun ; 
 It- gives alight to every age, 
 It gives, but borrows none. 
 
 3 The hand, that gave it, still supplies 
 
 The gracious light and heat; 
 Its truths upon the nations rise, 
 They rise, bul never set. 
 
 4 Let everlasting thanks be Thine, 
 
 For such a bright display 
 As makes a world of darkness shine 
 With beams of heavenly day. 
 
 5 My soul rejoices to pursue 
 
 The steps of Him I love, 
 Till glory breaks upon my view, 
 In brighter worlds above. 
 
 William Cowper (1731— 1S00.I 1779. 
 
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 The Riches of God's Word. 
 Ps. cxix. 
 
 C M. 
 
 1 Father of mercies, in Thy word 
 
 What endless glory shines ! 
 Forever 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 Redeemer's welcome voice 
 
 Spreads heavenly peace around ; 
 And life and everlasting joys 
 Attend the blissful sound. 
 
 4 O may these heavenly pages be 
 
 My ever dear delight ; 
 And still new beauties may I see, 
 And still increasing light. 
 
 5 Divine Instructor, gracious Lord, 
 
 Be Thou forever near; 
 Teach me to love Thy sacred word, 
 And view my Saviour there. 
 
 Miss Anne Steele. (1717 — 177S.J 1760.3b. 
 
 A Lamp, and a Light. 
 Ps cxix 105 2 Tim. 111. 16. 
 
 397 
 
 I How precious is the book divine, 
 By inspiration given : 
 Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine, 
 To guide our souls to heaven. 
 
 C. M. 
 
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 THE SCRIPTURES. 
 
 2 Its light, descending from above, 
 
 Our gloomy world to cheer, 
 Displays a Saviour's boundless love, 
 And brings His glories near. 
 
 3 It shows to man his wandering ways, 
 
 And where his feet have trod ; 
 And brings to view the matchless grace 
 Of a forgiving God. 
 
 4 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts, 
 
 In this dark vale of tears; 
 Life, light, and joy it still imparts, 
 And quells our rising fears. 
 
 5 This lamp, through all the tedious night 
 
 Of life, shall guide our way, 
 Till we behold the clearer light 
 Of an eternal day. 
 
 Rev. John Fawcctt. (1739 — 1817 ) 1782. ab. 
 
 Cod's Word in His Works. 
 Rom. 1. 20. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 398 
 
 1 There is a book, who runs may read, 
 
 Which heavenly truth imparts, 
 
 And all the lore its scholars need, 
 
 Pure eyes and Christian hearts. 
 
 2 The works of God, above, below, 
 
 Within us and around, 
 Are pages in that book to show 
 How God Himself is found. 
 
 3 The glorious sky, embracing all, 
 
 Is like the Maker's love, 
 Wherewith encompassed, great and small 
 In peace and order move. 
 
 4. The Saviour lends the light and heat 
 That crowns His holy hill; 
 The saints, like stars, around His seat 
 Perform their courses still. 
 
 5 Thou, who hast given me eyes to see 
 And love this sight so fair, 
 Give me a heart to find out Thee, 
 And read Thee everywhere. 
 
 Rev. John Keble. (1792 — 1866.) 1827. ab. 
 
 Delight in St riptnrc. 
 Ps. cxix 97, 14s, 54, 175. 
 
 399 
 
 I O HOW I love Thy holy law, 
 'T is daily my delight ; 
 And thence my meditations draw 
 Divine advice by night. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 2 My waking eyes prevent the day 
 
 To meditate Thy word ; 
 My soul with longing melts away 
 To hear Thy gospel, Lord. 
 
 3 How doth Thy word my heart engage, 
 
 How well employ my tongue ; 
 And in my tiresome pilgrimage 
 Yields me a heavenly song. 
 
 4 When nature sinks, and spirits droop, 
 
 Thy promises of grace 
 Are pillars to support my hope, 
 And there I write Thy praise. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674—1748.) 1719. ab. 
 
 Perfection of Scripture. 
 Ps. cxix. 96. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 400 
 
 1 LET all the heathen writers join 
 
 To form one perfect book : 
 Great God, if once compared with Thine, 
 How mean their writings look ! 
 
 2 Not the most perfect rules they gave 
 
 Could show one sin forgiven, 
 
 Nor lead a step beyond the grave ; 
 
 But Thine conduct to heaven. 
 
 3 Yet men would fain be just with God, 
 By works their hands have wrought; 
 
 But Thy commands, exceeding broad, 
 Extend to every thought. 
 
 4 Our faith, and love, and every grace, 
 Fall far below Thy word ; 
 
 But perfect truth and righteousness 
 Dwell only with the Lord. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. J 719. ab. 
 401 " Lamp of our Feet." CM. 
 
 1 Lamp of our feet, whereby we trace 
 
 Our path when wont to stray; 
 Stream from the Fount of heavenly grace, 
 Brook by the traveller's way; 
 
 2 Bread of our souls, whereon we feed, 
 
 True manna from on high ; 
 Our guide and chart, wherein we read 
 Of realms beyond the sky ; 
 
 3 Pillar of fire through watches dark, 
 
 And radiant cloud by day; 
 When waves would whelm our tossing bark 
 Our anchor and our stay; 
 
THE SCRIPTURES. 
 
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 4 Word of the Everlasting God, 
 
 Will of His glorious Son; 
 Without thee how could earth be trod, 
 Or heaven itself be won ? 
 
 5 Lord, grant us all aright to learn 
 
 The wisdom it imparts ; 
 And to its heavenly teaching turn, 
 With simple, child-like hearts. 
 
 Bernard Barton. (1784-18.49.) 1827. ab. 
 402 "Hail, tarred Truth." CM. 
 
 i Hail, sacred truth, whose piercing rays 
 Dispel the shades of night ; 
 Diffusing, o'er the mental world, 
 The healing beams of light. 
 
 2 Jesus, Thy word, with friendly aid, 
 
 Restores our wandering feet; 
 Converts the sorrows of the mind 
 To joys divinely sweet. 
 
 3 O send Thy light and truth abroad, 
 
 In all their radiant blaze; 
 And bid the admiring world adore 
 The glories of Thy grace. 
 
 John Buttress. 18:0. 
 
 The i~.vo Revelations. 
 Ps xix 
 
 L. M. 
 
 Prophecy and Inspiration. 
 2 Tun. in. 16 
 
 L. M. 
 
 403 
 
 i The heavens declare Thy glory, Lord; 
 
 In every star Thy wisdom shines; 
 
 But when our eyes behold Thy word, 
 
 We read Thy name in faiier lines. 
 
 2 The rolling sun, the changing light, 
 
 And nights and days, Thy power confess, 
 But the blest volume Thou hast writ, 
 Reveals Thy justice and Thy grace. 
 
 3 Sun, moon, and stars, convey Thy praise 
 
 Round the whole earth, and never stand : 
 So when Thy truth began its race, 
 It touched and glanced on every land. 
 
 4 Nor shall Thy spreading gospel rest, 
 
 Till through the world Thy truth has ru n : 
 Till Christ has all the nations blessed 
 That see the light, or feel the sun. 
 
 5 Great Sun of Righteousness, arise, 
 
 Bless the dark world with heavenly light; 
 Thy gospel makes the simple wise. 
 
 Thy laws are pure, Thy judgments right. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1719. ab. 
 
 404 
 
 i 'T WAS by an order from the Lord, 
 The ancient prophets spoke His word; 
 His spirit did their tongues inspire, 
 And warmed their hearts with heavenly fire. 
 
 2 The works and wonders which they wrought 
 Confirmed the messages they brought; 
 The prophet's pen succeeds his breath, 
 To save the holy words from death. 
 
 3 Great God, mine eyes with pleasure look 
 On the dear volume of Thy book ; 
 There my Redeemer's face I sec, 
 And read His name who died for me. 
 
 4 Let the false raptures of the mind 
 Be lost, and vanish in the wind : 
 Here I can fix my hope secure ; 
 This is Thy word, and must endure. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1709. 
 4^5 God's Word our Guide. L. M. 
 
 1 God, in the gospel of His Son, 
 Makes His eternal counsels known: 
 Where love in all its glory shines, 
 And truth is drawn in fairest lines. 
 
 2 Here sinners, of an humble frame, 
 
 May taste His grace, and learn His name; 
 May read, in characters of blood, 
 The wisdom, power, and grace of God. 
 
 3 The prisoner here may break his chains; 
 The weary rest from all his pains; 
 
 The captive feel his bondage cease ; 
 The mourner find the way of peace. 
 
 4 Here faith reveals to mortal eyes 
 
 A brighter world beyond the skies; 
 Here shines the light which guides our way 
 From earth to realms of endless day. 
 
 5 O grant us grace, Almighty Lord, 
 To read and mark Thy holy word; 
 Its truth with meekness to receive, 
 And by its holy precepts live. 
 
 Rev Benjamin Bcddome (1717— 1795 ) 1787 ab. and alt. 
 Rev Thomas Cotter ill. (1779— 1S23) 1819. 
 
 a r\£\ " T/:e starry Firmament " 
 
 4 UU PS MX. 
 
 1 1 The starry firmament on high, 
 And all the glories of the sky, 
 Yet shine not to Thy praise, O Lord, 
 
 j So brightly as Thy written word. 
 
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 THE SCRIPTURES. FREE SALVATION. 
 
 2 The hopes that holy word supplies, 
 Its truths divine, and precepts wise, 
 In each a heavenly beam I see, 
 And every beam conducts to Thee. 
 
 3 When, taught by painful proof to know 
 That all is vanity below, 
 
 The sinner roams from comfort far, 
 And looks in vain for sun or star; 
 
 4 Soft gleaming then those lights divine 
 Through all the cheerless darkness shine, 
 And sweetly to the ravished eye 
 Disclose the Day-spring from on high. 
 
 5 Almighty Lord, the sun shall fail, 
 The moon forget her nightly tale, 
 And deepest silence hush on high 
 The radiant chorus of the sky ; 
 
 6 But, fixed for everlasting years, 
 Unmoved amid the wreck of spheres, 
 Thy word shall shine in cloudless day, 
 
 When heaven and earth have passed away. 
 
 Sir. Robert Grant. (1785—1838) 1815. 
 
 4 O make Thy Church, dear Saviour, 
 
 A lamp of burnished gold, 
 To bear before the nations 
 
 Thy true light, as of old. 
 O teach Thy wandering pilgrims 
 
 By this their path to trace, 
 Till, clouds and darkness ended, 
 
 They see Thee face to face. 
 
 Rev. William Walsham How. (1823—) 181 
 
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 407 
 
 1 O Word of God incarnate." 
 
 7. 61. 
 
 1 O WORD of God Incarnate, 
 
 O Wisdom from on high, 
 O Truth unchanged, unchanging, 
 
 O Light of our dark sky ; 
 We praise Thee for the radiance 
 
 That from the hallowed page, 
 A lantern to our footsteps, 
 
 Shines on from age to age. 
 
 2 The Church from Thee, her Master, 
 
 Received the gift divine ; 
 And still that light she lifteth 
 
 O'er all the earth to shine. 
 It is the golden casket 
 
 Where gems of truth are stored; 
 It is the heaven-drawn picture 
 
 Of Thee, the living Word. 
 
 3 It floateth like a banner 
 
 Before God's host unfurled; 
 It shineth like a beacon 
 
 Above the darkling world ; 
 It is the chart and compass, 
 
 That o'er life's surging sea, 
 Mid mists, and rocks, and quicksands, 
 
 Still guide, O Christ, to Thee. 
 
 " Let him come unto Me." 
 
 John. vii. 37. 7. 6 1. 
 
 1 FROM the cross uplifted high, 
 Where the Saviour deigns to die, 
 What melodious sounds I hear, 
 Bursting on my ravished ear: 
 "Love's redeeming work is done, 
 Come and welcome, sinner, come. 
 
 2 "Sprinkled now with blood the throne; 
 Why beneath thy burdens groan? 
 
 On My pierced body laid, 
 Justice owns the ransom paid: 
 Bow the knee, and kiss the Son, 
 Come and welcome, sinner, come. 
 
 3 " Spread for thee, the festal board 
 See with richest dainties stored; 
 To thy Father's bosom prest, 
 Yet again a child confest, 
 
 Never from His house to roam: 
 Come and welcome, sinner, come. 
 
 4 " Soon the days of life shall end ; 
 Lo I come, your Saviour, Friend, 
 Safe your spirits to convey 
 
 To the realms of endless day, 
 
 Up to My eternal home: 
 
 Come and welcome, sinner, come. 
 
 Rev Thomas Haweis. (1732 — 1820.) 179a. 
 
 4 ,-vrt " Take the Peace the Gospel brings." 
 4O9 Ps exxxv. 2 7-61. 
 
 1 Ye that in His courts are found, 
 Listening to the joyful sound, 
 Lost and helpless as ye are, 
 Sons of sorrow, sin, and care: 
 Glorify the King of kings, 
 
 Take the peace the gospel brings. 
 
 2 Turn to Christ your longing eyes, 
 View His bloody sacrifice ; 
 
 See, in Him, your sins forgiven, 
 
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 Pardon, holiness, and heaven: 
 
 Glorify the King of kings, 
 
 Take the peace the gospel brings. 
 
 Rev Rowland Hill. (1744-1833.) 1774- 
 T" 7 lie Heart breaking be/ore the Cross. 
 
 1 Heart of stone, relent, relent; 
 Break, by Jesus' cross subdued! 
 See His body mangled, rent, 
 Covered with a gore of blood ; 
 Sinful soul, what hast thou done i 
 Crucified the Incarnate Son. 
 
 2 Yes, thy sins have done the deed, 
 Driven the nails that fixed Him there, 
 Crowned with thorns His sacred head, 
 Pierced Him with the cruel spear, 
 Made His soul a sacrifice, 
 
 While for sinful man He dies. 
 
 3 Wilt thou let Him bleed in vain? 
 Still to death thy Lord pursue? 
 Open all His wounds again, 
 And the shameful cross renew? 
 No ; with all my sins Pll part ; 
 Break, O break, my bleeding heart ! 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708 — 1788.) 1745. alt 
 4II " The Voice 0/ free Grace " 12, II. 
 
 i The voice of free grace cries, Escape to 
 the mountain; 
 
 For Adam's lost race, Christ hath opened a 
 fountain ; 
 
 For sin, and uncleanness, and every transgres- 
 sion, 
 
 His blood flows most freely, in streams of 
 salvation. 
 
 Hallelujah to the Lamb, who hath purchased 
 our pardon, 
 
 We'll praise Him again, when we pass over 
 Jordan.' 
 
 2 Ye souls that are wounded, O flee to the 
 Saviour ; 
 
 He calls you in mercy, 'tis infinite favor; 
 
 Your sins are increased as high as a moun- 
 tain, 
 
 His blood can remove them, it flows from the 
 fountain. 
 
 Hallelujah, etc. 
 
 3 Now Jesus, our King, reigns triumphantly 
 
 glorious ; 
 
 O'er sin, death, and hell, He is more than vic- 
 torious ; 
 
 With shouting proclaim it, O trust in His pas- 
 sion, 
 
 He saves us most freely, O glorious salvation ! 
 Hallelujah, etc. 
 
 4 With joy shall we stand, when escaped to 
 
 the shore ; 
 With harps in our hands, we will praise Him 
 
 the more; 
 We'll range the sweet plains on the banks of 
 
 the river, 
 And sing of salvation for ever and ever. 
 Hallelujah to the Lamb, who hath purchased 
 
 our pardon, 
 We'll praise Him again, when we pass over 
 
 Jordan. 
 Rev. Richard BurdsalL (1735 — 1824.) 1796. ab. and alt 
 
 4I2 "O come to the merciful Saviour" 12, II. 
 
 i O COME to the merciful Saviour that calls 
 you, 
 O come to the Lord who forgives and for- 
 gets : 
 Though dark be the fortune on earth that be- 
 falls you, 
 There's a bright home above, where the sun 
 never sets- 
 
 2 O come then to Jesus, whose arms are ex- 
 
 tended 
 To fold His dear children in closest embrace. 
 
 come, for your exile will shortly be ended, 
 And Jesus will show you His beautiful face. 
 
 3 Then come to the Saviour, whose mercy 
 
 grows brighter 
 The longer you look at thedepthsof His love ; 
 And fear not, 'tis Jesus, and life's cares grow 
 lighter 
 As you think of the home and the glory a- 
 bove. 
 
 Rev Frederick William Faber. (1814 — 1863 ) 1849. a b- 
 4*3 '' O turn ye. O turn ye" II. 
 
 1 O TURN ye, O turn ye, for why will ye die, 
 When God in great mercy is coming so nigh ? 
 Now Jesusinvitcs you, the Spirit says, "Come!" 
 And angels are waiting to welcome vou home. 
 
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 2 How vain the delusion, that, while you delay, 
 Your hearts may grow betterby staying away ! 
 Come wretched, come starving, come just as 
 
 you be, 
 While streams of salvation are flowing so free. 
 
 3 And now Christ is ready your souls to re- 
 
 ceive ; 
 
 how can you question, if you will believe? 
 If sin is your burden, why will you not come ? 
 'T is you Hebids welcome ; He bids you come 
 
 home. 
 
 4 In riches, in pleasures, what can you obtain, 
 To soothe your affliction, or banish your pain? 
 To bear up your spirit whensummoned to die, 
 Or waft you to mansions of glory on high? 
 
 5 Why will you be starving,and feeding on air ? 
 There's mercy in Jesus, enough and to spare ; 
 If still you are doubting, make trial and see, 
 And prove that His mercy is boundless and 
 
 free. 
 
 Rev. Josiah Hopkins. 1830. 
 4*4 "To-Day." 6,4. 
 
 i To-day the Saviour calls : 
 Ye wanderers come; 
 O ye benighted souls, 
 Why longer roam ? 
 
 2 To-day the Saviour calls: 
 
 O hear Him now ; 
 Within these sacred walls 
 To Jesus bow. 
 
 3 To-day the Saviour calls : 
 
 For refuge fly ; 
 The storm of justice falls, 
 And death is nigh. 
 
 4 The Spirit calls to-day: 
 
 Yield to His power ; 
 
 grieve Him not away: 
 'T is mercy's hour. 
 
 4 j r- The gracious Call. <n 
 
 *■ O Matt. xi. 28—30. 
 
 1 Come, said Jesus' sacred voice, 
 Come, and make My path your choice ; 
 
 1 will guide you to your home, 
 Weary pilgrim, hither come. 
 
 2 Thou who, houseless, sole, forlorn, 
 Long hast borne the proud world's scorn, 
 
 Long hast roamed the barren waste, 
 Weary pilgrim, hither haste. 
 
 3 Ye who, tossed on beds of pain, 
 Seek for ease, but seek in vain ; 
 Ye, by fiercer anguish torn, 
 
 In remorse for guilt who mourn; 
 
 4 Hither come, for here is found 
 Balm that flows for every wound, 
 Peace that ever shall endure, 
 Rest eternal, sacred, sure. 
 
 Mrs. Anna Laetitia Barbauld. (1743 — 1825.) 1825. ab. and alt. 
 
 " Why will ye die 
 Ezek. xviii. 31. 
 
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 1 SINNERS, turn, why will ye die ? 
 God, your Maker, asks you why; 
 God, who did your being give, 
 Made you with himself to live ; 
 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 you let Him die in vain? 
 Crucify your Lord again? 
 
 Why, ye ransomed sinners, why 
 Will you 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, 
 Wooed you to embrace His love : 
 Will "you not His grace receive? 
 Will you still refuse to live? 
 Why, ye long-sought sinners, why 
 Will ye grieve your God, and die? 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708 — 1788.) 1745. ab. 
 4I/ " T7,e Yea r of Jubilee is come. " H . M . 
 
 i Blow ye the trumpet, blow 
 
 The gladly solemn sound; 
 Let all the nations know, 
 
 To earth's remotest bound, 
 The year of jubilee is come ; 
 
 Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 
 
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 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 ransomed sinners, home. 
 
 3 Extol the Lamb of God, 
 
 The all-atoning Lamb ; 
 Redemption in His blood 
 
 Throughout the world proclaim ; 
 The year of jubilee is come : 
 Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 
 
 4- Ye slaves of sin and hell, 
 
 Your liberty receive, 
 And safe in Jesus dwell, 
 
 And blest in Jesus live ; 
 The year of jubilee is come: 
 Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 
 
 5 Ye, who have sold for naught 
 
 Your heritage above, 
 Shall have it back unbought, 
 
 The gift of Jesus' love ; 
 The year of jubilee is come : 
 Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 
 
 6 The gospel trumpet hear, 
 
 The news of heavenly grace; 
 And, saved from earth, appear 
 
 Before your Saviour's face; 
 The year of jubilee is come: 
 Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 
 
 Rev Charles Wesley. (1708— 17S8.) 1750. 
 4 I O « /( ts the year 0/ Jubilee" H. M. 
 
 1 Fair shines the morning star; 
 
 The silver trumpets sound, 
 Their notes re-echoing far, 
 
 While dawns the day around; 
 Joy to the slave ; the slave is free : 
 It is the year of jubilee. 
 
 2 Prisoners of hope, in gloom 
 
 And silence left to die, 
 With Christ's unfolding tomb, 
 
 Your portals open fly; 
 Rise with your Lord; He sets you free 
 It is the year of jubilee. 
 
 3 Ye, who have sold for naught 
 
 The land your fathers won, 
 Behold, how God hath wrought 
 
 Redemption through His Son ; 
 Your heritage again is free : 
 It is the year of Jubilee. 
 
 4 Ye, who yourselves have sold 
 
 For debts to justice due, 
 Ransomed, but not with gold, 
 
 He gave Himself for you ; 
 The blood of Christ hath made you free 
 It is the year of jubilee. 
 
 5 Captives of sin and shame, 
 
 O'er earth and ocean, hear 
 An angel's voice proclaim 
 
 The Lord's accepted year ; 
 Let Jacob rise, be Israel free : 
 It is the year of jubilee. 
 
 James Montgomery. (1777 — 1854 ) 1825. 
 *\ ■*■ y " Come, and -welcome" 8,7)4- 
 
 i Come, ye sinners poor and wretched, 
 Weak and wounded, sick and sore; 
 Jesus ready stands to save you, 
 Full of pity, joined with power: 
 
 He is able, 
 He is willing ; doubt no more. 
 
 2 Ho, ye needy, come and welcome ; 
 
 God's free bounty glorify ; 
 True belief, and true repentance, 
 Every grace that brings us 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 rising beam. 
 
 4 Come, ye weary, heavy-laden, 
 
 Bruised, and mangled by the fall; 
 If you tarry till you're better, 
 You will never come at all. 
 
 Not the righteous, 
 Sinners, Jesus came to call. 
 
 5 Lo, the Incarnate God. ascended, 
 
 Pleads the merit of His blood: 
 Venture on Him, venture wholly, 
 Let no other trust intrude ; 
 
 None but Jesus 
 Can do helpless sinners good. 
 
 Rev. Joseph Hart. (1712 — 1768.) 1759. ab. 
 
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 420 "Hear, a>}d live" 8,7,4. 
 
 i Sinners, will you scorn the message 
 Sent in mercy from above ? 
 Every sentence, O how tender! 
 Every line is full of love : 
 
 Listen to it ; 
 Every line is full of love. 
 
 2 Hear the heralds of the gospel 
 
 News from Zion's King proclaim: 
 " Pardon to each rebel sinner, 
 Free forgiveness in His name:" 
 
 How important ! 
 " Free forgiveness in His name." 
 
 3 Tempted souls, they bring you succor; 
 
 Fearful hearts, they quell your fears, 
 And, with news of consolation, 
 Chase away the falling tears : 
 
 Tender heralds ! 
 Chase away the falling tears. 
 
 4 O ye angels, hovering round us, 
 
 Waiting spirits, speed your way; 
 Haste ye to the court of heaven, 
 Tidings bear without delay, 
 
 Rebel sinners 
 Glad the message will obey. 
 
 Rev Jonathan Allen. 1S01 ab. 
 
 . ,-, T This our only Probation. 
 
 4^ i Eccl ix 10 L. M. 
 
 i Life is the tune to serve the Lord, 
 The time to insure the great reward 
 And while the lamp holds out to burn, 
 The vilest sinner may return. 
 
 2 Life is the hour that God has given 
 T' escape from hell and fly to heaven; 
 The day of grace, and mortals may 
 Secure the blessings of the day. 
 
 3 Then what my thoughts design to do, 
 My hands, with ail your might pursue, 
 Since no device, nor work is found, 
 
 Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground. 
 
 4 There are no acts of parden passed 
 In the cold grave to which v/e haste; 
 But darkness, death, and long despair 
 Reign in eternal silence there. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts (1674 — 1748) 1709. ab. 
 
 * i-\<-> '■'■ The one Thing needful." 
 
 |4^^ J-uke x. 42. L. M. 
 
 1 Why will ye waste on trifling cares 
 That life which God's compassion spares, 
 While, in the various range of thought, 
 The one thing needful is forgot ? 
 
 2 Shall God invite you from above ? 
 Shall Jesus urge His dying love? 
 
 Shall troubled conscience give you pain ? 
 And all these pleas unite in vain? 
 
 3 Not so your eyes will always view 
 Those objects which you now pursue : 
 Not so will heaven and hell appear, 
 When death's decisive hour is near. 
 
 4 Almighty God, Thy grace impart ; 
 Fix deep conviction on each heart ; 
 Nor let us waste on trifling cares 
 That life which Thy compassion spares. 
 
 Rev. Philip Doddridge. (1702 — 1751) 1755- Hb. and alt. 
 
 423 No Hope after Death. L. M. 
 
 1 While life prolongs its precious light, 
 
 Mercy is found and peace is given ; 
 But soon, ah, soon approaching night 
 Shall blot out every hope of heaven. 
 
 2 While God invites, how blest the day ! 
 
 How sweet the gospel's charming sound ! 
 Come, sinners, haste, O haste away, 
 While yet a pardoning God He's found 
 
 3 Soon, borne on tune's most rapid wing, 
 
 Shall death command you to the grave, 
 Before His bar your spirits bring, 
 And none be found to hear or save. 
 
 4 In that lone land of deep despair 
 
 No Sabbaths heavenly light shall rise; 
 No God regard your bitter prayer, 
 Nor Saviour call you to the skies. 
 
 5 Now God invites, how blest the day ! 
 
 How sweet the gospel's charming sound ! 
 Come, sinners, haste, O haste away, 
 While yet a pardoning God is found. 
 
 Rev Timcthy Dwight. (1752 — i3i7 ) 1800. 
 
 424 'Haste, Traveler, haste.'" L. M. 
 1 HASTE, traveller,haste! the night comes on, 
 
 And many a shining hour is gone; 
 The storm is gathering in the west, 
 And thou art far from home and rest. 
 
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 2 O far from home thy footsteps stray ; 
 Christ is the Life, and Christ the Way; 
 And Christ the Light, thy setting Sun, 
 Sinks ere thy morning is begun. 
 
 3 The rising tempest sweeps the sky; 
 The rains descend, the winds are high; 
 The waters swell, and death and fear 
 Beset thy path, nor refuge near. 
 
 4 Then linger not in all the plain, 
 Flee for thy life, the mountain gain; 
 Look not behind, make no delay, 
 
 O speed thee, speed thee on thy way. 
 
 Rev. William Bengo Collycr. (1782—1854) 1829. ab. 
 42j ' - Grieve not the Spirit " L. M . 
 
 1 Say, sinner, hath a voice within 
 
 Oft whispered to thy secret soul, 
 Urged thee to leave the ways of sin, 
 And yield thy heart to God's control? 
 
 2 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. 
 
 3 Spurn not the call to life and light ; 
 
 Regard in tune the warning kind; 
 That call thou may'st not always slight, 
 And yet the gate of mercy find. 
 
 4 God's Spirit will not always strive 
 
 With hardened, self-destroying man; 
 Ye, who persist His love to grieve, 
 May never hear His voice again. 
 
 5 Sinner, perhaps this very day 
 
 Thy last accepted time may be; 
 O shoulcl'st thou grieve Him now away, 
 Then hope may never beam on thee. 
 
 Mrs. Ann Bcadley Hyde. (—1872 ) 1824. ab. 
 
 426 
 
 ' The Gospei Feast" 
 Luke xiv 16 — 24. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 i Come, sinners, to. the gospel feast, 
 Let every soul be Jesus' guest ; 
 You need not one be left behind, 
 For God has 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. 
 
 3 Come, then, ye souls by sins cpprest, 
 Ye restless wanderers after rest ; 
 Ye poor, and maimed, and halt, and blind, 
 In Christ a hearty welcome find. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (1706 — 1768 ) 1747. ab. 
 
 . /->i-7 "Ail Tilings are now ready." 
 
 t\£ I Luke xiv. 17. L. M. 
 
 i Sinners, obey the gospel word; 
 Haste to the supper of my Lord ; 
 Be wise to know your gracious day; 
 All things are ready, come away. 
 
 2 Ready the Father is to own, 
 And kiss His late-returning son; 
 Ready your loving Saviour stands, 
 And spreads for you His bleeding hands. 
 
 3 Ready the Spirit of His love, 
 Just now the stony to remove, 
 
 T' apply and witness with the blood, 
 And wash and seal the sons of God. 
 
 4 Ready for you the angels wait, 
 To triumph in your blest estate; 
 Tuning their harps, they long to praise 
 The wonders of redeeming grace. 
 
 5 The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
 Are ready, with Their shining host: 
 All heaven is ready to resound, 
 "The dead's alive, the lost is found !" 
 
 Rev Charles Wesley. 1749. ab. 
 
 428 
 
 Christ knocking at the Door. 
 Cant. v. 2. Rev. iii. 20. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 1 Behold, a stranger's at the door ; 
 
 He gently knocks, has knocked before ; 
 Has waited long, is waiting still : 
 You treat no other friend so ill. 
 
 2 But will He prove a friend indeed ? 
 He will, the very friend you need; 
 The Man of Nazareth, 't is He, 
 With garments dyed at Calvary. 
 
 3 O lovely attitude ! He stands 
 
 With melting heart, and laden hands. 
 O matchless kindness ! and He shows 
 This matchless kindness to His foes. 
 
 4 Rise, touched with gratitude divine ; 
 Turn out His enemy and thine, 
 That soul-destroying monster, Sin; 
 And let the Heavenly Stranger in. 
 
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 5 Admit Him. for the human breast 
 Ne'er entertained so kind a Guest . 
 Admit Him, for you can't expel ; 
 Where'er He comes, He comes to dwell. 
 
 6 Admit Him, ere His anger burn ; 
 His feet, departed, ne er return ! 
 Admit Him ; or the hour 's at hand 
 When at His door denied >ou'll stand. 
 
 Rev. Joseph Grigg. ( — 1768.) 1765. ab. and alt. 
 
 A O/l Christ's Invitation to Sinners L. M. 
 
 4^V Matt xi 28-30 
 
 i "Come hither, all ye weary souls, 
 Ye heavy-laden sinners, come . 
 I'll give you rest from all your toils, 
 And raise you to My heavenly home. 
 
 2 "They shall find rest that learn of Me; 
 
 I'm of a meek and lowly mind; 
 But passion rages like the sea, 
 And pride is restless as the wind. 
 
 3 "Blest is the man, whose shoulders take 
 
 My yoke, and bear it with delight ; 
 My yoke is easy to his neck : 
 
 My grace shall make the burden light." 
 
 4 Jesus, we come at Thy command; 
 
 With faith, and hope, and humble zeal, 
 Resign our spirits to Thy hand. 
 
 To mould and guide us at Thy will. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts (1674— 1748 ) 1709. 
 T-«J^ " yesu auctor dementia." L. M. 
 
 1 Of Him who did salvation bring, 
 I could forever think and sing; 
 Arise, ye needy, He'll relieve ; 
 Arise, ye guilty, He'll forgive. 
 
 2 Ask but His grace, and lo, 'tis given; 
 Ask, and He turns your hell to heaven : 
 Though sin and sorrow wound my soul, 
 Jesus, Thy balm will make it whole. 
 
 3 To shame our sins, He blushed in blood; 
 He closed His eyes to show us God : 
 
 Let all the world fall down and know, 
 That none but God such love can show. 
 
 4 'Tis Thee I love, for Thee alone 
 
 I shed my tears and make my moan; 
 Where'er I am, where'er I move, 
 I meet the object of my love. 
 
 5 Insatiate, to this spring I fly; 
 I drink, and yet am ever dry : 
 Ah, who against Thy charms is proof? 
 Ah, who that loves can love enough ? 
 
 Bernard of Clairvaux (1091 — 1153. ) 1140. 
 Tr Rev. Anthony Wilhelm Boehm. (1673 — 1722.) 1712. alt 
 
 t n j "Return, O H'auderer, return." L. M. 
 
 «+0 J er xxxi. 18 — 20. 
 
 1 RETURN, O wanderer, return, 
 
 And seek an injured Father's face; 
 
 Those warm desires that in thee burn, 
 
 Were kindled by reclaiming grace. 
 
 2 Return, O wanderer, return, 
 
 And seek a Father's - melting heart; 
 Whose pitying eyes thy grief discern, 
 Whose hand can heal thine inward smart. 
 
 3 Return, O wanderer, return, 
 He heard thy deep repentant sigh, 
 
 He saw thy softened spirit mourn, 
 When no intruding ear was nigh. 
 
 4 Return, O wanderer, return, 
 
 Thy Saviour bids thy spirit live; 
 Go to His bleeding feet, and learn 
 How freely Jesus can forgive. 
 
 5 Return, O wanderer, return, 
 
 And wipe away the falling tear ; 
 'Tis God who says, "No longer mourn," 
 'Tis mercy's voice invites thee near. 
 
 Rev William Bengo Collyer (1782— 1854.) 1812. ab. 
 
 " Come, weary Souls. 
 Matt. xi. 28. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 432 
 
 1 Come, weary souls, with sin distrest, 
 The Saviour offers heavenly rest ; 
 The kind, the gracious call obey, 
 And cast your gloomy fears away. 
 
 2 Oppressed with guilt, a painful load, 
 
 O come and spread your woes abroad ; 
 Divine compassion, mighty love, 
 Will all the painful load remove. 
 
 3 Here mercy's boundless ocean flows, 
 
 To cleanse your guilt and heal your woes ; 
 Pardon, and life, and endless peace, 
 How rich the gift, how free the grace ! 
 
 4 Lord, we accept with thankful heart 
 The hope Thy gracious words impart ; 
 We come with trembling, yet rejoice, 
 And bless the kind inviting voice. 
 
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 5 Dear Saviour, let Thy powerful love 
 Confirm our faith, our fears remove; 
 O sweetly reign in every breast, 
 And guide us to eternal rest. 
 
 Miss Anne Steele. (1717 — 1778.) 1760. si. alt. 
 
 a r\ /j "All Things are now ready." L. M. 
 
 4 JJ Luke xiv. 17. 
 
 1 O COME, ye sinners, to your Lord, 
 In Christ to paradise restored; 
 His proffered benefits embrace, 
 The plentitude of gospel grace : 
 
 2 A pardon written with His blood, 
 The favor and the peace of God, 
 The seeing eye, the feeling sense, 
 The mystic joys of penitence : 
 
 3 The godly grief, the pleasing smart, 
 The meltings of a broken heart, 
 The tears that tell your sins forgiven, 
 The sighs that waft your souls to heaven : 
 
 4 The guiltless shame, the sweet distress, 
 The unutterable tenderness, 
 
 The genuine, meek humility, 
 
 The wonder, " Why such love to me !" — 
 
 5 The o'erwhelming power of saving grace, 
 The sight that veils the seraph's face, 
 The speechless awe that dares not move, 
 And all the silent heaven of love. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708 — 1788.) 1749. ab. and si. alt. 
 
 tOt- " Come, ye disconsolate." II, IO. 
 
 1 Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye lan- 
 
 guish, 
 Come to the mercy-seat, fervently kneel ; 
 Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell 
 
 your anguish, 
 Earth has no sorrows that heaven cannot heal. 
 
 2 Joy of the desolate, Light of the straying, 
 Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure, 
 
 Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying, 
 Earth has no sorrows that heaven cannot cure. 
 
 3 Here see the Bread of Life ; see waters flow- 
 
 ing 
 Forth from the throne of God, pure from a- 
 
 bove ; 
 Come to the feast prepared, come, ever 
 
 knowing 
 Earth has no sorrows but heaven can remove. 
 
 Thomas Moore. (1770—1852.) 1816. v. 1, 2. alt. 
 Thomas Hastings. (1784 — 1872 ) v. 3. 
 
 435 " Peace, troubled Soul." L. M. 61. 
 
 1 Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan 
 Hath taught each scene the note of woe; 
 
 Cease thy complaint, suppress thy groan, 
 And let thy tears forget to flow : 
 
 Behold, the precious balm is found, 
 Which lulls thy pain, which heals thy wound. 
 
 2 Come, freely come, by sin opprest; 
 Unburden here thy weighty load; 
 
 Here find thy refuge and thy rest, 
 Safe in the mercy of thy God : 
 
 Thy God's thy Saviour, glorious word! 
 
 hear, believe, and bless the Lord. 
 
 Hon and Rev. Walter Shirley. (1725 — 17S6.) 1774 ab. 
 43^ Kowov re ical KanaTov. g j e 8, 3. 
 
 1 Art thou weary, art thou languid, 
 
 Art thou sore distrest? 
 "Come to me," saith One, "and coming 
 Be at rest !" . 
 
 2 Hath He marks to lead me to Him, 
 
 If He be my Guide? 
 "In His feet and hands are wound-prints, 
 And His side." 
 
 3 Is there diadem, as Monarch, 
 That His brow adorns? 
 
 "Yea, a crown in very surety, 
 But of thorns!" 
 
 4 If I still hold closely to Him, 
 What hath He at last ? 
 
 "Sorrow vanquished, labor ended, 
 Jordan past !" 
 
 5 If I ask Him to receive me, 
 
 Will He say me nay ? 
 "Not till earth, and not till heaven 
 Pass away!" 
 
 Stephen of St. Sabas. (725 — 794.) 
 Tr. by Rev. John Mason Neale. (1818— 1866.) 1862. ab. 
 
 437 Christ giving Rest. II,IO. 
 
 I Come unto me, when shadows darkly gather, 
 When the sad heart is weary and distrest, 
 Seeking for comfort from your Heavenly 
 Father, 
 Come unto me, and I will give you rest. 
 
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 FREE SALVATION* 
 
 2 Large are the mansions in thy Father's 
 
 dwelling, 
 Glad are the homes that sorrows never dim ; 
 Sweet are the harps in holy music swelling, 
 Soft arc the tones which raise the heavenly 
 
 hymn. 
 
 3 There, like anEden blossoming in gladness, 
 Bloom the fair flowers the earth too rudely 
 
 pressed ; 
 Come unto me all ye who droop in sadness, 
 Come untD me, and I will give you rest? 
 
 Unknown Author. 1S54 ab. 
 
 438 
 
 S. M. 
 
 The Gospel Trumpet. 
 
 1 Ye trembling captives, hear ; 
 
 The gospel-trumpet sounds ; 
 No music more can charm the ear, 
 Or heal your heart-felt wounds. 
 
 2 'T is not the trump of war, 
 
 Nor Sinai's awful roar ; 
 Salvation's news is spread afar, 
 And vengeance is no more. 
 
 3 Forgiveness, love, and peace, 
 
 Glad heaven aloud proclaims; 
 And earth, the jubilee's release 
 With eager rapture claims. 
 
 4 Far, far to distant lands 
 
 The saving news shall spread , 
 And Jesus all His willing bands 
 In glorious triumph lead. 
 
 Samuel Doycc. 1801. sL alt 
 
 Then will the angels clap their wings, 
 And bear the news above. 
 
 John Dobell. (1757 — 1840.) 1806. ab. 
 440 « Come, take His Offers now." CM. 
 
 1 COME, take His offers now, 
 
 From every sin depart, 
 Perform thy oft-repeated vow, 
 And render Him thy heart. 
 
 2 Repent, return, receive 
 
 The grace through Jesus given ; 
 Sure, if with God on earth we live, 
 We live with God in heaven. 
 
 Rev' Charles We.-ley (1708—1760 1 ab. and al-t. 
 Rev Nehemiah Adamsi (1806 — ) 1^64. 
 
 "All Things are ready." 
 Matt. xxii. 4. 
 
 S. M. 
 
 " No-v is the accepted Time 
 2 Cor vi. 2 
 
 439 
 
 1 Now* is the accepted time, 
 
 Now is the day cf grace ; 
 Now, sinners, come without delay, 
 And seek the Saviour's face. 
 
 2 Now is the accepted time, 
 
 The Saviour calls to-day ; 
 Pardon and peace He freely gives ; 
 Then why should you delay ? 
 
 3 Now is the accepted time, 
 
 The gospel bids you come; 
 
 And every promise in His word 
 
 Declares there yet is room. 
 
 4 Lord, draw reluctant souls, 
 
 And feast them with Thy love : 
 
 s. M. 1 
 
 441 
 
 1 "All things are ready," Come, 
 
 Come to the supper spread; 
 Come, rich and poor, come, old and young, 
 Come, and be richly fed. 
 
 2 "All things are ready," Come, 
 
 The invitation's given, 
 Through Him who now in glory sits 
 At God's right hand in heaven. 
 
 3 "All things are ready," Come, 
 
 The door is open wide ; 
 O. feast upon the love of God, 
 For Christ, His Son, has died. 
 
 4 "All things are ready," Come, 
 
 All hindrance is removed ; 
 And God, in Christ, His precious love 
 To fallen man has proved. 
 
 5 " All things are ready," Come, 
 
 To-morrow may not be ; 
 O sinner, come, the Saviour waits 
 This hour to welcome thee. 
 
 Albert Midlanc. (1825—) 1862. 
 
 * A ry' And the Spirit and the Bride say, Coine.'S. M. 
 44^ Rev xx. i. 17—20 
 
 1 THE Spirit, in our hearts, 
 
 Is whispering, "Sinner, come;" 
 The bride, the Church of Christ, proclaims 
 To all His children, " Come." 
 
 2 Let him that heareth, say 
 
 To all about him, "Come;" 
 Let him that thirsts for righteousness, 
 To Christ, the Fountain, come. 
 
FREE SALVATION. 
 
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 3 Yes, whosoever will, 
 
 O let him freely come, 
 And freely drink the stream of life: 
 Tis Jesus bids him come. 
 
 4 Lo, Jesus, who invites, 
 
 Declares, " I quickly come;" 
 Lord, even so; I wait Thine hour; 
 Jesus, my Saviour, come. 
 
 Bp. Henry Ustick Onderdonk. (1789—1858.) 1826. 
 
 443 "The Land of Peace." S. M. 
 
 1 Come to the land of peace; 
 
 From shadows come away ; 
 Where all the sounds of weeping cease, 
 And storms no more have sway. 
 
 2 Fear hath no dwelling here; 
 
 But pure repose and love 
 Breathe through the bright, celestial air 
 The spirit of the dove. 
 
 3 Come to the bright and blest, 
 
 Gathered from every land; 
 For here thy soul shall find its rest 
 Amid the shining band. 
 
 4 In this divine abode 
 
 Change leaves no saddening trace; 
 Come, trusting spirit, to thy God, 
 Thy holy resting-place. 
 
 5 " Come to our peaceful home," 
 
 The saints and angels say, 
 " Forsake the world, no longer roam; 
 O wanderer, come away !" 
 
 Briggs' Collection. 
 
 444 " Behold the A rk of God." S. M. 
 
 i Like Noah's weary dove, 
 
 That soared the earth around, 
 But not a resting-place above 
 The cheerless waters found ; 
 
 O cease, my wandering soul, 
 
 On restless wing to roam ; 
 All the wide world, to either pole, 
 
 Has not for thee a home. 
 
 3 Behold the Ark of God, 
 Behold the open door; 
 Hasten to gain that dear abode, 
 And rove, my soul, no more. 
 
 (4 There, safe thou shalt abide, 
 
 There, sweet shall be thy rest, 
 And every longing satisfied, 
 With full salvation blest. 
 
 5 And when the waves of ire 
 Again the earth shall fill, 
 The Ark shall ride the sea of fire ; 
 Then rest on Zion's hill. 
 
 Res-. William Augustus Muhlenberg. (1796 — ) 1826. 
 445 Salvation. CM. 
 
 i Salvation* ! O the joyful sound ! 
 'T is 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. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674— 1748.) 1709. 
 
 446 
 
 " Without Money and -withorit Price." 
 
 Is. lv 1. 2. C. M. 
 
 1 Let every mortal ear attend, 
 
 And every heart rejoice ; 
 The trumpet of the gospel sounds, 
 With an inviting voice. 
 
 2 Ho, all ye hungry, starving souls, 
 
 That feed upon the wind, 
 And vainly strive, with earthly toys, 
 To fill an empty mind; 
 
 3 Eternal wisdom has prepared 
 
 A soul-reviving feast, 
 And bids your longing appetites 
 The rich provision taste. 
 
 4 Ho, ye that pant for living streams, 
 
 And pine away 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. 
 
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 FREE SALVATJON. 
 
 6 The happy gates of gospel grace 
 Stand open night and day; 
 Lord, we are come to seek supplies, 
 And drive our wants away. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1709. 
 
 a t >-• " The Saviour calls." 
 
 44 / John vii. 37. C. M. 
 
 1 The Saviour calls, let every ear 
 
 Attend the heavenly sound; 
 Ye doubting souls, dismiss your fear, 
 Hope smiles reviving round. 
 
 2 For every thirsty, longing heart, 
 
 Here streams of bounty flow, 
 And life, and health, and bliss impart, 
 To banish mortal woe 
 
 3 Ye sinners, come, 't is mercy's voice, 
 
 The gracious call obey; 
 Mercy invites to heavenly joys, 
 And can you yet delay ? 
 
 4 Dear Saviour, draw reluctant hearts, 
 
 To Thee let sinners fly, 
 And take the bliss Thy love imparts, 
 And drink and never die. 
 
 Miss Anne Steele (171 7 — 177S ) 1760. ab. 
 
 Invited to the Feast. 
 Luke xiv 22. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 448 
 
 1 Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor, 
 
 Behold a royal feast ; 
 Where mercy spreads her bounteous store, 
 For every humble guest. 
 
 2 See, Jesus stands with open arms ; 
 
 He calls, He bids you come : 
 Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms; 
 But see, there yet is room. 
 
 3 Room in the Saviour's bleeding heart: 
 
 There love and pity meet ; 
 
 Nor will He bid the soul depart 
 
 That trembles at His feet. 
 
 4 In Him the Father, reconciled, 
 
 Invites your souls to come; 
 
 The rebel shall be called a child, 
 
 And kindly welcomed home. 
 
 5 There, with united heart and voice, 
 
 Before the eternal throne, 
 Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice 
 In ecstacies unknown. . 
 
 6 And yet ten thousand thousand more 
 Are welcome still to come : 
 Ye longing souls, the grace adore ; 
 Approach, there yet is room. 
 
 Miss Anne Steele. 1760. ab. 
 
 A AC\ Christ's Commission. C. M. 
 
 44y John iii. 16,17. 
 
 i Come, happy souls, approach your God 
 With new, melodious songs ; 
 Come, render to almighty grace 
 The tribute of your tongues. 
 
 2 So strange, so boundless, was the love 
 
 That pitied dying men, 
 The Father sent His equal Son 
 To give them life again. 
 
 3 Thy hands, dear Jesus, were not armed 
 With a revenging rod, 
 
 No hard commission to perform 
 The vengeance of a God. 
 
 4 But all was mercy, all was mild, 
 
 And wrath forsook the throne, 
 When Christ on the kind errand came, 
 And brought salvation down. 
 
 5 Here, sinners, you may heal your wounds, 
 
 And wipe your sorrows dry ; 
 Trust in the mighty Saviour's name, 
 And you shall never die. 
 
 6 See, dearest Lord, our willing souls 
 
 Accept Thine offered grace; 
 We bless the great Redeemer's love, 
 And give the Father praise. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1709. 
 
 a ec\ p - M - 
 
 4j U *' Child of Sin and Sorrow." 
 
 1 Child of sin and sorrow, 
 
 Filled with dismay, 
 Wait not for to-morrow, 
 
 Yield thee to-day; 
 
 Heaven bids thee come, 
 
 While yet there 's room. 
 Child of sin and sorrow, 
 
 Hear and obey. 
 
 2 Child of sin and sorrow, 
 Why wilt thou die ? 
 
 Come while thou canst borrow 
 Help from on high: 
 
PENITENCE. 
 
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 Grieve not that love 
 Which from above, 
 Child of sin and sorrow, 
 Would bring thee nigh. 
 
 3 Child of sin and sorrow, 
 
 Thy moments glide, 
 Like the flitting arrow, 
 
 Or the rushing tide ; 
 
 Ere time is o'er, 
 
 Heaven's grace implore ; 
 Child of sin and sorrow, 
 
 In Christ confide. 
 
 Thomas Hastings. (1784 — 1S72.) 1832. 
 45^ At Christ's Feet. CM. 
 
 i Prostrate, dear Jesus, at Thy feet, 
 A guilty rebel lies ; 
 And upwards to Thy mercy-seat 
 Presumes to lift his eyes. 
 
 2 O let not justice frown me hence; 
 
 Stay, stay the vengeful storm: 
 Foibid it, that Omnipotence 
 Should crush a feeble worm. 
 
 3 If tears of soi row would suffice 
 
 To pay the debt I owe, 
 Tears should from both my weeping eyes 
 In ceaseless torrents flow. 
 
 4 But no such sacrifice I plead 
 
 To expiate my guilt; 
 No tears but those which Thou hast shed. 
 No blood but Thou hast spilt. 
 
 5 Think of Thy sorrows, dearest Lord, 
 
 And all my sins forgive : 
 Justice will well approve the word, 
 That bids the sinner live. 
 
 Rev Samuel Stcnnett. (1727—1795) 1787. 
 45^ S ueing/or Mercy . CM. 
 
 1 LORD, at Thy feet a sinner lies, 
 
 And knocks at mercy's door, 
 With heavy heart and downcast eyes, 
 Thy favor to implore. 
 
 2 On me the vast extent display 
 
 Of Thy forgiving love; 
 Take all my heinous guilt away, 
 This heavy load remove. 
 9 
 
 3 'T is .mercy, mercy I implore ; 
 
 I would Thy pity move ; 
 Thy grace is an exhaustless store, 
 And Thou Thyself art Love. 
 
 4 O for Thine own, for Jesus' sake, 
 
 My many sins forgive: 
 This grace my rocky heart will break. 
 My breaking heart relieve. 
 
 5 Thus melt me down, thus make me bend, 
 
 And Thy dominion own, 
 
 Nor let a rival more pretend 
 
 To repossess Thy throne. 
 
 Rev. Simon Urowne. (1680 — 1732.) 1720. ab. and si. alt. 
 453 "One only Hand." C M. 
 
 1 When wounded sore the stricken soul 
 
 Lies bleeding and unbound, 
 One only hand, a pierced hand, 
 Can salve the sinner's wound. 
 
 2 When sorrow swells the laden breast, 
 
 And tears of anguish flow. 
 One only heart, a broken heart, 
 Can feel the sinner's woe. 
 
 3 When penitence has wept in vain 
 
 Over some foul dark spot, 
 One only stream, a stream of blood, 
 Can wash away the blot. 
 
 4 'T is Jesus' blood that washes white, 
 
 His hand that brings relief, 
 His heart that's touched with all our joys, 
 And feeleth for cur grief. 
 
 5 Lift up Thy bleeding hand, O Lord ; 
 
 Unseal that cleansing tide ; 
 We have no shelter from our sin 
 But in Thy wounded side. 
 
 ■ Mrs. Cecil Frances Alexander. 1858. 
 454 A Cry for Mercy. CM. 
 
 1 O Lord, turn not Thy face from me, 
 
 Who lie in woeful state, 
 
 Lamenting all my sinful life, 
 
 Before Thy mercy-gate : 
 
 2 A gate that opens wide to those 
 
 That do lament their sin ; 
 Shut not that gate against me, Lord, 
 But let me enter in. 
 
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 PENITENCE. 
 
 3 And call me not to strict account 
 
 How I have sojourned here ; 
 For then my guilty conscience knows 
 How vile I shall appear. 
 
 4 Mercy, good Lord, mercy I ask; 
 
 This is my humble prayer ; 
 For mercy, Lord, is all my suit, 
 
 let Thy mercy spare. 
 
 5 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
 
 The God whom we adore, 
 Be glory, as it was, is now, 
 And shall be evermore. 
 
 John Mardley. 1562. ab. and alt. 
 455 Coming to Christ. CM. 
 
 i 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 callest burdened souls to Thee, 
 And such, O Lord, am I. 
 
 3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin, 
 
 By Satan sorely prest, 
 By war without, and fears within, 
 
 1 come to Thee for rest. 
 
 4. Be Thou my shield and hiding-place, 
 That, sheltered near Thy side, 
 I may my fierce accuser face, 
 And tell him, Thou hast died. 
 
 g O wondrous love, to bleed and die, 
 To bear the cross and shame, 
 That guilty sinners, such as I, 
 Might plead Thy gracious Name. 
 
 Rev. John Newton. (1725 — 1807.) 1779. ab. 
 
 456 
 
 Returning to God. CM. 
 
 i O Thou, whose tender mercy hears 
 Contrition's humble sigh, 
 Whose hand indulgent wipes the tears 
 From sorrow's weeping eye ; 
 
 2 See, low before Thy throne of grace, 
 A wretched wanderer mourn ; 
 Hast Thou not bid me seek Thy face? 
 Hast Thou not said, return? 
 
 [3 And shall my guilty fears prevail, 
 To drive me from Thy feet ! 
 O let not this dear refuge fail, 
 This only safe retreat ! 
 
 4 O shine on this benighted heart, 
 
 With beams of mercy shine ! 
 And let Thy healing voice impart 
 A taste of joys divine. 
 
 5 Thy presence only can bestow 
 
 Delights which never cloy : 
 Be this my solace here below, 
 And my eternal joy ! 
 
 Miss Anne Steele. (1717 — 1778.) 1760 :». 
 T"3 / " Remember me." C. M. 
 
 1 JESUS, Thou art the sinner's Friend: 
 
 As such I look to Thee ; 
 Now, in the fullness of Thy love, 
 
 Lord, remember me. 
 
 2 Remember Thy pure word of grace, 
 
 Remember Calvary ; 
 Remember all Thy dying groans, 
 And then remember me. 
 
 3 Thou wondrous Advocate with God, 
 
 1 yield myself to Thee ; 
 
 While Thou art sitting on Thy throne, 
 Dear Lord, remember me. 
 
 4 Lord, I am guilty, I am vile, 
 
 But Thy salvation 's free; 
 Then in Thine all-abounding grace, 
 Dear Lord, remember me. 
 
 5 And when I close my eyes in death, 
 
 When creature-helps all flee, 
 Then, O my dear Redeemer God, 
 I pray, remember me. 
 
 Rev. Richard Burnham (1749 — 1810.) 17S3. ab. 
 
 " Have Mercy upon me, O God." 
 Ps. li. 
 
 458 
 
 \ 1 Have mercy, Lord, on me, 
 As Thou wert ever kind ; 
 Let me oppressed with loads of guilt, 
 Thy wonted mercy find. 
 
 2 Wash off my foul offence, 
 
 And cleanse me from my sin; 
 
 For I confess my crime, and see 
 
 How great my guilt has been. 
 
 s. M. 
 
PENITENCE. 
 
 ia7 
 
 3 Against Thee, Lord, alone, 
 
 And only in Thy sight, 
 Have I transgressed; and, tho' condemned. 
 Must own Thy judgment right. 
 
 4 Blot out my crying sins, 
 
 Nor me in anger view : 
 Create in me a heart that's clean, 
 An upright mind renew. 
 
 5 Withdraw not Thou Thy help, 
 
 Nor cast me from Thy sight; 
 Nor let Thy Holy Spirit take 
 His everlasting flight. 
 
 Tate and Brady. 1696. ab. 
 459 Tears of Penitence. S. M. 
 
 i Did Christ o'er sinners weep, 
 And shall our cheeks be dry ? 
 Let floods of penitential grief 
 Burst forth from every eye. 
 
 2 The Son of God in tears 
 
 Angels with wonder see : 
 Be thou astonished, O my soul, 
 He shed those tears for thee. 
 
 3 He wept that we might weep; 
 
 Each sin demands a tear ; 
 In heaven alone no sin is found, 
 And there 's no weeping there. 
 
 Rev. Benjamin Beddome. (1717 — 1795.) 1787. 
 
 460 
 
 God's Goodness leading to Repentance. S. M. 
 Rom. ii. 4. 
 
 1 Is this the kind return, 
 
 And these the thanks we owe, 
 Thus to abuse eternal love, 
 Whence all our blessings flow? 
 
 2 To what a stubborn frame 
 
 Hath sin reduced our mind ! 
 What strange, rebellious wretches we, 
 And God as strangely kind ! 
 
 3 Turn, turn us, mighty God, 
 
 And mould our souls afresh ; 
 Break,sovereign grace, these hearts of stone, 
 And give us hearts of flesh. 
 
 4 Let old ingratitude 
 
 Provoke our weeping eyes ; 
 And hourly, as new mercies fall,- 
 Let hourly thanks arise. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1709. ab. 
 
 S. M. 
 
 4 '-' * Mercy implored. 
 
 1 THOU Lord of all above, 
 
 And all below the sky, 
 Prostrate before Thy feet I fall, 
 And for Thy mercy cry. 
 
 2 Forgive my follies past, 
 
 The crimes which I have done ; 
 Bid a repenting sinner live, 
 Through Thine incarnate Son. 
 
 3 Guilt, like a heavy load, 
 
 Upon my conscience lies ; 
 To Thee I make my sorrows known, 
 And lift my weeping eyes. 
 
 4 The burden which I feel, 
 
 Thou canst alone remove ; 
 Do Thou display Thy pardoning grace, 
 And Thine unbounded love. 
 
 5 One gracious look of Thine 
 
 Will ease my troubled breast ; 
 O let me know my sins forgiven, 
 And I shall then be blest. 
 
 Rev. Benjamin Beddome. 1818. 
 
 462 
 
 The Issues 0/ Life and Death. S. M. 
 
 1 O where shall rest be found, 
 
 Rest for the weary soul ? 
 'T were vain the ocean-depths to sound, 
 Or pierce to either pole. 
 
 2 The world can never give 
 
 The bliss for which we sigh ; 
 'T is not the whole of life to live, 
 Nor all of death to die. 
 
 3 Beyond this vale of tears 
 
 There is a life above, 
 Unmeasured by the flight of year3 ; 
 And all that life is love. 
 
 4 There is a death, whose pang 
 
 Outlasts the fleeting breath: 
 O what eternal horrors hang 
 Around the second death ! 
 
 5 Lord God of truth and grace, 
 
 Teach us that death to shun, 
 Lest we be banished from Thy face, 
 And evermore undone. 
 
 James Montgomery. (1771 — 1854.) 1819, 1853. ah. 
 
128 
 
 PENITENCE. 
 
 463 
 
 ' Out of the Depths.' 
 Ps. cxxx. 
 
 S. M. 
 
 1 OUT of the deep I call 
 
 To Thee, O Lord, to Thee ; 
 Before Thy throne of grace I fall, 
 Be merciful to me. 
 
 2 Out of the deep I cry, 
 
 The woful deep of sin, 
 Of evil done in days gone by, 
 Of evil now within. 
 
 3 Out of the deep of fear, 
 
 And dread of coming shame, 
 From morning watch till night is near 
 I plead the Precious Name. 
 
 Rev. Sir Henry Williams Baker. (1821— ) 1868. ab. 
 
 464 
 
 S. M. 
 
 The shining Light. 
 
 1 My former hopes are fled, 
 
 My terror now begins ; 
 
 I feel, alas, that I am dead 
 
 In trespasses and sins. 
 
 2 Ah, whither shall I fly ? 
 
 I hear the thunder roar; 
 The law proclaims destruction nigh, 
 And vengeance at the door. 
 
 3 When I review my ways, 
 
 I dread impending doom ; 
 But sure a friendly whisper says, 
 "Flee from the wrath to come." 
 
 4 I see, or think I see, 
 
 A glimmering from afar ; 
 A beam of day, that shines for me, 
 To save me from despair. 
 
 5 Forerunner of the sun, 
 
 It marks the pilgrim's way; 
 I'll gaze upon it while I run, 
 And watch the rising day. 
 
 William Cowper. (1731 — 1800.) 1779. 
 
 465 
 
 Pleading for Pardon. 
 Ps. li. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 1 Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive : 
 Let a repenting rebel live : 
 
 Are not Thy mercies large and free ? 
 May not a sinner trust in Thee ? 
 
 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 O wash my soul from every sin, 
 
 And make my guilty conscience clean ; 
 Here on my heart the burden lies, 
 And past offences pain mine eyes. 
 
 4 My lips with shame my sins confess, 
 Against Thy law, against Thy grace; 
 Lord, should Thy judgments grow severe, 
 I am condemned, but Thou art clear. 
 
 5 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 roundThy word, 
 Would light on some sweet promise there, 
 Some sure support against despair. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748) 1719. 
 
 466 
 
 Prayer /or renewing and helping Crate. L.M. 
 Ps. li. 
 
 i O Thou that hearest when sinners cry, 
 Though all my crimes before Thee lie, 
 Behold me not with angry look, 
 But blot their memory from Thy book. 
 
 2 Create my nature pure within, 
 And form my soul averse to sin ; 
 Let Thy good Spirit ne'er depart, 
 Nor hide Thy presence from my heart. 
 
 3 I cannot live without Thy light. 
 
 Cast out and banished from Thy sight; 
 Thy holy joys, my God, restore, 
 And guard me, that I fall no more. 
 
 4 Though I have grieved Thy Spirit, Lord, 
 His help and comfort still afford ; 
 
 And let a wretch come near Thy throne, 
 To plead the merits of Thy Son. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1719. 
 
 Sin confessed. 
 Ps. li. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 467 
 
 1 Lord, I am vile, conceived in sin, 
 And born unholy and unclean; 
 Sprung from the man whose guilty fall 
 Corrupts the 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 denied in every part. 
 
PENITEN CE. 
 
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 3 Behold, I fall before Thy face; 
 My only refuge is Thy grace; 
 
 No outward forms can make me clean; 
 The leprosy lies deep within. 
 
 4 No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast, 
 Nor hyssop branch, nor sprinkling priest, 
 Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea, 
 Can wash the dismal stain away. 
 
 5 Jesus, my God, Thy blood alone 
 Hath power sufficient to atone; 
 
 Thy blood can make me white as snow; 
 No Jewish types could cleanse me so. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1719. ab. 
 
 468 
 
 Seeking Rest in Christ. 
 Matt. xi. 28. 
 
 THAT my load of sin were gone ! 
 O that I could at last submit 
 
 At Jesus' feet to lay it down 
 To lay my soul at Jesus' feet ! 
 
 Rest for my soul I long to find ; 
 
 Saviour of all, if mine Thou art, 
 Give me Thy meek and lowly mind, 
 
 And stamp Thine image on my heart. 
 
 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. 
 
 Fain would I learn of Thee, my God, 
 Thy light and easy burden prove, 
 
 The cross all stained with hallowed blood, 
 The labor of Thy dying love. 
 
 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. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708— 1788.) 1742. ab. 
 
 469 
 
 Help only in Christ. 
 Gal. iii. 22. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 JESUS, the sinner's Friend, to Thee, 
 Lost and undone, for aid I flee, 
 Weary of earth, myself, and sin : 
 Open Thine arms and take me in. 
 
 Pity and heal my sin-sick soul ; 
 'Tis Thou alone canst make me whole ; 
 Fallen, till in me Thine image shine, 
 And lost I am, till Thou art mine. 
 
 The mansion for Thyself prepare ; 
 Dispose my heart by entering there: 
 'T is this alone can make me clean, 
 'T is this alone can cast out sin. 
 
 Long have I vainly hoped and strove 
 To force my hardness into love, 
 To give Thee all Thy laws require, 
 And labored in the purging fire. 
 
 At last I own it cannot be 
 That I should fit myself for Thee : 
 Here, then, to Thee I all resign ; 
 Thine is the work, and only Thine. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. 1739. 
 
 ab. 
 
 *f/" The Spirit entreated to stay. L. M. 
 
 i Stay, Thou insulted Spirit, stay, 
 
 Though I have done Thee such despite, 
 Nor cast the sinner quite away, 
 Nor take Thine everlasting flight. 
 
 2 Though I have steeled my stubborn heart, 
 
 And shaken off my guilty fears ; 
 And vexed, and urged Thee to depart, 
 For many long rebellious years ; 
 
 3 Though I have most unfaithful been 
 
 Of all who e'er Thy grace received ; 
 Ten thousand times Thy goodness seen, 
 Ten thousand times Thy goodness grieved; 
 
 4 Yet, O the chief of sinners spare, 
 
 In honor of my great High Priest; 
 Nor in Thy righteous anger swear 
 
 To exclude me from Thy people's rest. 
 
 5 Now, Lord, my weary soul release, 
 
 Upraise me with Thy gracious hand, 
 And guide into Thy perfect peace, 
 And bring me to the promised land. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. 1749. ab. 
 
 iht After a Relapse into Sin. 
 
 47 L Heb. x. 29. ' 7- 
 
 1 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. 
 
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 PENITENCE. 
 
 3 Kindled His relentings are ; 
 Me He now delights to spare ; 
 Cries, " How shall I give thee up?" 
 Lets the lifted thunder drop. 
 
 4 There for me the Saviour stands, 
 Shows His wounds,and spreads His hands; 
 God is love: I know, I feel; 
 
 Jesus weeps, but loves me still. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708 — 1788.) 1740. ab. 
 472 Rest in Christ. 7- 
 
 1 Come, ye weary sinners, come, 
 
 All who groan beneath your load ; 
 Jesus calls His wanderers home : 
 Hasten to your pardoning God. 
 
 2 Come, ye guilty souls opprest, 
 
 Answer to the Saviour's call : 
 " Come, and I will give you rest ; 
 Come, and I will save you all." 
 
 3 Jesus, full of truth and love, 
 
 We Thy kindest word obey: 
 
 Faithful let Thy mercies prove, 
 
 Take our load of guilt away. 
 
 4 Weary of this war within, 
 
 Weary of this endless strife, 
 Weary of ourselves and sin, 
 Weary of a wretched life ; 
 
 5 Fain we would on Thee rely, 
 
 Cast on Thee our every care, 
 To Thine arms of mercy fly, 
 Find our lasting quiet there. 
 
 6 Burdened with a world of grief, 
 
 Burdened with our sinful load, 
 Burdened with this unbelief, 
 
 Burdened with the wrath of God ; 
 
 7 Lo, we come to Thee for ease, 
 
 True and gracious as Thou art; 
 Now our groaning soul release, 
 Write forgiveness on our heart. 
 
 Rev Charles Wesley. 1747. ab. and alt. 
 Rev. John Wesley. (1703 — 1791.) 1779- 
 
 473 The Penitent pardoned. J. 
 
 i Sovereign Ruler, Lord of all, 
 Prostrate at Thy feet I fall ; 
 Hear, O hear my ardent cry, 
 Frown not, lest I faint and die. 
 
 2 Vilest of the sons of men, 
 Worst of rebels I have been ; 
 Oft abused Thee to Thy face, 
 Trampled on Thy richest grace. 
 
 3 Justly might Thy vengeful dart 
 Pierce this bleeding, broken heart; 
 Justly might Thy kindled ire 
 Blast me in eternal fire. 
 
 4 But with Thee there's mercy found, 
 Balm to heal my every wound : 
 Thou canst soothe the troubled breast, 
 Give the weary wanderer rest. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Raffles. (1788—1863.) 1812. ab. 
 474 Looking to Jesus. J. 
 
 i Thou, who didst on Calvary bleed, 
 Thou, who dost for sinners plead, 
 Help me in my time of need, 
 Jesus, Saviour, hear my cry. 
 
 2 In my darkness and my grief, 
 With my heart of unbelief, 
 
 I, who am of sinners chief, 
 Jesus, lift to Thee mine eye. 
 
 3 Foes without and fears within, 
 With no plea Thy grace to win, 
 But that Thou canst save from sin, 
 
 Jesus, to Thy cross I fly. 
 
 4 There on Thee I cast my care, 
 There to Thee I raise my prayer, 
 Jesus, save me from despair, 
 
 Save me, save me, or I die. 
 
 5 When the storms of trial lower, 
 When I feel temptation's power, 
 In the last and darkest hour, 
 
 Jesus, Saviour, be Thou nigh. 
 
 Rev. James Drummond Bums. (1823 — 1864.) 1858. 
 T - / 3 Christ our only Hope. 7« 
 
 1 HOLY Spirit, from on high 
 Bend on us a pitying eye ; 
 Animate the drooping heart, 
 Bid the power of sin depart. 
 
 2 Light up every dark recess 
 Of our heart's ungodliness; 
 Show us every devious way 
 Where our steps have gone astray. 
 
 
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 3 Teach us, with repentant grief, 
 Humbly to implore relief; 
 Then the Saviour's blood reveal, 
 All our deep disease to heal. 
 
 4 Other groundwork should we lay, 
 Sweep those empty hopes away ; 
 Make us feel that Christ alone 
 Can for human guilt atone. 
 
 Rev. William Hiley Bathurst. (1796—) 1831. ab. 
 
 476 
 
 Rest for the weary. 
 Gen. viii. 
 
 1 Does the Gospel word proclaim 
 
 Rest for those that weary be ? 
 Then, my soul, put in thy claim, 
 Sure that promise speaks to thee. 
 
 2 Marks of grace I cannot show, 
 
 All polluted is my best; 
 But I weary am, I know, 
 And the weary long for rest. 
 
 3 Burdened with a load of sin, 
 
 Harrassed with tormenting doubt, 
 Hourly conflicts from within, 
 Hourly crosses from without ; 
 
 4 All my little strength is gone, 
 
 Sink I must without supply ; 
 Sure upon the earth is none 
 Can more weary be than I. 
 
 5 In the ark the weary dove 
 
 Found a welcome resting-place ; 
 Thus my spirit longs to prove 
 Rest in Christ, the Ark of grace. 
 
 6 Tempest-tossed I long have been, 
 
 And the flood increases fast; 
 Open, Lord, and take me in, 
 Till the storm be overpast. 
 
 Rev. John Newton. (1725 — 1S07 ) 1779.3b. 
 477 " Gott rufet noch." L. M. 
 
 1 God calling yet! shall I not hear? 
 Earth's pleasures shall I still hold dear: 
 Shall life's swift passing years all fly, 
 And still my soul in slumber lie ? 
 
 2 God calling yet ! shall I not rise? 
 Can I His loving voice despise, 
 And basely His kind care repay? 
 He calls me still ; can I delay ? 
 
 3 God calling yet ! and shall He knock, 
 And I my heart the closer lock ? 
 
 He still is waiting to receive, 
 
 And shall I dare His Spirit grieve ? 
 
 4 God calling yet ! and shall I give 
 No heed, but still in bondage live? 
 I wait, but He does not forsake; 
 He calls me still; my heart, awake ! 
 
 5 God calling yet ! I cannot stay ; 
 My heart I yield without delay: 
 
 Vain world, farewell, from thee I part; 
 The voice of God hath reached my heart. 
 
 Gerhard Tersteegen. (1697 — 1769) T730. 
 Tr. by Miss Jane Borthwick. 1854. ab. and alt. 
 
 Communing with our Hearts. 
 Ps. iv. 4. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 478 
 
 i Return, my roving heart, return, 
 
 And chase these shadowy forms no more ; 
 Seek out some solitude to mourn, 
 And thy forsaken God implore. 
 
 2 And Thou my God, whose piercing eye 
 
 Distinct surveys each deep recess, 
 In these abstracted hours draw nigh, 
 And with Thy presence fill the place. 
 
 3 Through all the mazes of my heart, 
 
 My search let heavenly wisdom guide; 
 And still its radiant beams impart, 
 Till all be searched and purified. 
 
 4 Then, with the visits of Thy love, 
 
 Vouchsafe my inmost soul to cheer, 
 Till every grace shall join to prove, 
 
 That God has fixed His dwelling there. 
 
 Rev. Philip Doddridge. (1702 — 1751.) 1755 ab. 
 479 The Dawn cf Grace. L. M. 
 
 i Heart-broken, friendless,poor,cast down 
 Where shall the chief of sinners flv, 
 Almighty Vengeance, from Thy frown ? 
 Eternal Justice, from Thine eye? 
 2 Lo, through the gloom of guilty fears, 
 My faith discerns a dawn of grace ; 
 The sun of Righteousness appears 
 In Jesus' reconciling face. 
 
 James Montgomery. (1771— 1854.) 1819. ab. 
 
 A contrite Heart. 
 Ps li. 
 
 480 
 
 , 1 A broken heart, my God, my King, 
 Is all the sacrifice I bring; 
 The God of grace will ne'er despise 
 A broken heart for sacrifice. 
 
 L. M. 
 
132 
 
 EKITENCL 
 
 2 My soul lies humbled in the dust, 
 And owns Thy dreadful sentence just; 
 Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye, 
 And save the soul condemned to die. 
 
 3 Then will I teach the world Thy ways ; 
 Sinners shall learn Thy sovereign grace ; 
 I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood, 
 And they shall praise a pardoning God. 
 
 4 O may Thy love inspire my tongue ! 
 Salvation shall be all my song ; 
 And all my powers shall join to bless 
 The Lord, my strength and righteousness. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1719. si. alt. 
 
 3 To Thee I come, a sinner weak, 
 
 And scarce know how to pray or speak ; 
 From fear and weakness set me free ; 
 O God, be merciful to me. 
 
 4 To Thee I come, a sinner great, 
 And well Thou knowest all my state ; 
 Yet full forgiveness is with Thee ; 
 
 O God, be merciful to me. 
 
 5 To Thee I come, a sinner lost, 
 Nor have I aught wherein to trust ; 
 But where Thou art, Lord, I would be ; 
 O God, be merciful to me. 
 
 Rev. Samuel Medley. (1738 — 1799.) 17S9. ab. 
 
 The Prayer 0/ the Publican. 
 Luke xviii. 13. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 48l 
 
 i With broken heart and contrite sigh, 
 A trembling sinner, Lord I cry : 
 Thy pardoning grace is rich and free; 
 O God, be merciful to me. 
 
 2 I smite upon my troubled breast, 
 With deep and conscious guilt opprest, 
 Christ and His cross my only plea; 
 
 O God, be merciful to me. 
 
 3 Far off I stand with tearful eyes, 
 Nor dare uplift them to the skies; 
 But Thou dost all my anguish see ; 
 O God, be merciful to me. 
 
 4 Nor alms, nor deeds that I have done, 
 Can for a single sin atone ; 
 
 To Calvary alone I flee; 
 O God, be merciful to me. 
 
 5 And when, redeemed from sin and hell, 
 With all the ransomed throng I dwell, 
 My raptured song shall ever be, 
 
 God has been merciful to me. 
 
 Rev. Cornelius Elven. (1797 — ) 1852. 
 
 ' God be merciful to me a Sinner. " 
 Luke xviii. 13 
 
 482 
 
 1 Hear, gracious God, a sinner's cry, 
 For I have nowhere else to fly ; 
 
 My hope, my only hope 's in Thee ; 
 O God, be merciful to me. 
 
 2 To Thee I come, a sinner poor, 
 And wait for mercy at Thy door; 
 Indeed, I've nowhere else to flee; 
 O God, be merciful to me. 
 
 4 "3 The stony Heart. L. M. 
 
 1 O FOR a glance of heavenly day, 
 To take this stubborn stone away, 
 And thaw, with beams of love divine, 
 This heart, this frozen heart of mine. 
 
 2 The rocks can rend ; the earth can quake ; 
 The seas can roar; the mountains shake; 
 Of feeling all things show some sign, 
 But this unfeeling heart of mine. 
 
 3 To hear the sorrows Thou hast felt, 
 Dear Lord, an adamant would melt; 
 But I can read each moving line, 
 And nothing move this heart cf mine. 
 
 I4 Thy judgment, too, which devils fear, 
 Amazing thought ! — unmoved I hear ; 
 Goodness and wrath in vain combine 
 To stir this stupid heart of mine. 
 
 5 But power divine can do the deed; 
 And, Lord, that power I greatly need : 
 Thy Spirit can from dross refine, 
 
 And melt and change this heart of mine. 
 
 Rev. Joseph Hart. (1712 — 1768.) 176;. alt 
 484 "I'll go to Jesus." CM. 
 
 i Come, humble sinner, in whose breast, 
 A thousand thoughts revolve ; 
 Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed. 
 And make this last resolve : 
 
 2 " I '11 go to Jesus; though my sin 
 Hath like a mountain rose : 
 I know His courts, I '11 enter in, 
 Whatever may oppose. 
 
 
PENITENCE. 
 
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 3 " Prostrate I '11 lie before His throne, 
 
 And there my guilt confess ; 
 I'll tell Him I'm a wretch undone, 
 Without His sovereign grace. 
 
 4 " I '11 to the gracious King approach, 
 
 Whose sceptre pardon gives ; 
 Perhaps He may command my touch, 
 And then the suppliant lives. 
 
 5 "Perhaps He will admit my plea, 
 
 Perhaps will hear my prayer; 
 But, if I perish, I will pray, 
 And perish only there. 
 
 6 "I can but perish if I go, 
 
 I am resolved to try ; 
 For if I stay away, I know 
 I must forever die." 
 
 Rev. Edmund Jones. (1732 — 1765.) c. 1760. 
 
 486 
 
 Giving up all for Christ. 
 Phil. ni. 8. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 Christ our Righteousness. 
 1. Cor. 1. 30 
 
 C. M. 
 
 485 
 
 1 JESUS, Thou art my Righteousness, 
 
 For all my sins were Thine ; 
 Thy death hath bought of God my peace, 
 Thy life hath made Him mine. 
 
 2 Spotless and just in Thee I am, 
 
 I feel my sins forgiven ; 
 I taste salvation in Thy name, 
 And antedate my heaven. 
 
 3 Forever here my rest shall be, 
 
 Close to Thy bleeding side ; 
 This all my hope, and all my plea, 
 For me the Saviour died. 
 
 4 My dying Saviour, and my God, 
 
 Fountain for guilt and sin, 
 Sprinkle me ever with Thy blood, 
 And cleanse, and keep me clean. 
 
 '5 Wash me, and make me thus Thine own ; 
 Wash me, and mine Thou art ; 
 Wash me, but not my feet alone, 
 My hands, my head, my heart. 
 
 6 The atonement of Thy blood apply, 
 Till faith to sight improve ; 
 Till hope shall in fruition die, 
 And all my soul be love. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708— 1788.) 1740. 
 
 1 And must I part with all I have, 
 
 My dearest Lord, for Thee ? 
 It is but right, since Thou hast done 
 Much more than this for me. 
 
 2 Yes, let it go ! — one look from Thee 
 
 Will more than make amends 
 For all the losses I sustain 
 Of credit, riches, friends. 
 
 3 Ten thousand worlds, ten thousand lives, 
 
 How worthless they appear, 
 Compared with Thee, supremely good, 
 Divinely bright and fair. 
 
 4 Saviour of souls, could I from Thee 
 
 A single smile obtain, 
 The loss of all things I could bear, 
 And glory in my gain. 
 
 Rev Benjamin Ceddomc (1717—1795 ) 1787. 
 
 487 
 
 * Bless vie, even vie also" 
 Gen. xxvii. 34. 
 
 8,7. 
 
 1 Lord, I hear of showers of blessing 
 
 Thou art scattering full and free; 
 Showers, the thirsty land refreshing; 
 Let some droppings fall on me, 
 Even me. 
 
 2 Pass me not, O gracious Father, 
 
 Sinful though my heart may be ; 
 Thou might'st curse me, but the rather 
 Let Thy mercy light on me, 
 Even me. 
 
 3 Pass me not, O tender Saviour, 
 
 Let me love and cling to Thee ; 
 I am longing for Thy favor; 
 
 When Thou comest, call for me, 
 Even me. 
 
 4 Pass me not, O mighty Spirit, 
 
 Thou canst make the blind to see; 
 Witnesser of Jesus' merit, 
 
 Speak the word of power to me, 
 Even me. 
 
 5 Love of God, so pure and changeless, 
 
 Blood of God, so rich and free, 
 Grace of God, so strong and boundless, 
 Magnify them all in me, 
 Even me. 
 
 Mrs. Elizabeth Codner. i860, ab. 
 
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 PENITENCE. 
 
 4 o 8 «< i^j ,»^ «<* •• 8,5. 
 
 1 Pass me not, gentle Saviour, 
 
 Hear my humble cry; 
 While on others Thou art smiling, 
 Do not pass me by ! 
 
 2 Let me at a throne of mercy 
 
 Find a sweet relief, 
 Kneeling there in deep contrition, 
 Help my unbelief! 
 
 3 Trusting only in Thy merits, 
 
 Would I seek Thy face, 
 Heal my wounded, broken spirit, 
 Save me by Thy grace ! 
 
 4 Thou the Spring of all my comfort, 
 
 More than life to me, 
 Whom on earth have I besides Thee, 
 Whom in heaven but Thee ! 
 
 Mrs. Fanny Jane Crosby Van Alstyne. (1821 — ) 1S69. 
 
 489 
 
 " Wretched, helpless, and distrcst." 
 
 Rev. lii. 17. 7> 6 » 7) 7> 6 - 
 
 1 Wretched, helpless, and distrest, 
 
 Ah, whither shall I fly? 
 Ever panting after rest, 
 
 I cannot rind it nigh : 
 Naked, sick, and poor, and blind, 
 
 Bound in sin and misery, 
 Friend of sinners, let me find 
 
 My help, my all in Thee- 
 
 2 In the wilderness I stray, 
 
 My foolish heart is blind; 
 Nothing do I know ; the way 
 
 Of peace I cannot find : 
 Jesus, Lord, restore my sight, 
 
 Take, O take the veil away; 
 Turn my darkness into light, 
 
 My midnight into day. 
 
 3 Naked of Thine image, Lord, 
 
 Forsaken, and alone, 
 Unrenewed, and unrestored, 
 
 I have not Thee put on : 
 Over me Thy mantle spread, 
 
 Send Thy likeness from above ; 
 Let Thy goodness be displayed, 
 
 And wrap me in Thy love. 
 
 4 Clothe me with Thy holiness, 
 
 Thy meek humility; 
 
 Put on me Thy glorious dress, 
 Endue my soul with Thee; 
 
 Let Thine image be restored, 
 Let me now Thy nature prove ; 
 
 With Thy fulness fill me, Lord, 
 And perfect me in love. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708^1788.) 1742. ab. and si. alt. 
 490 Waiting for Christ the Prophet. 7, 6, 7, 7, 6. 
 
 i Open, Lord, my inward ear, 
 
 And bid my heart rejoice; 
 Bid my quiet spirit hear 
 
 Thy comfortable voice ; 
 Never in the whirlwind found, 
 
 Or where earthquakes rock the place ; 
 Still and silent is the sound, 
 
 The whisper of Thy grace. 
 
 2 From the world of sin, and noise, 
 
 And hurry, I withdraw ; 
 For the small and inward voice 
 
 I wait with humble awe : 
 Silent am I now and still, 
 
 Dare not in Thy presence move ; 
 To my waiting soul reveal 
 
 The secret of Thy love. 
 
 3 Thou didst undertake for me, 
 
 For me to death wast sold ; 
 Wisdom in a mystery 
 
 Of bleeding love unfold; 
 Teach the lesson of Thy cross, 
 
 Let me die, with Thee to reign; 
 All things let me count but loss, 
 
 So I may Thee regain. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. 1742. ab. 
 49 . 'Itjo-oG y\vKvTare. 7i 6, 8, 7. 
 
 1 Jesus, Name all names above, 
 
 Jesus, best and dearest, 
 Jesus, Fount of perfect love, 
 
 Holiest, tenderest, nearest; 
 Jesus, Source of grace completcst, 
 Jesus purest, Jesus sweetest, 
 
 Jesus, Well of power divine, 
 
 Make me, keep me, seal me Thine. 
 
 2 Jesus, open me the gate 
 
 Which the sinner entered, 
 
 Who, in his last dying state, 
 
 Wholly on Thee ventured; 
 
PENITENCE. 
 
 J 35 
 
 Thou, whose wounds are ever pleading, 
 And Thy passion interceding, 
 
 From my misery let me rise 
 
 To a home in Paradise. 
 
 3 Thou didst call the prodigal; 
 
 Thou didst pardon Mary ; 
 Thou, whose words can never fall, 
 
 Love can never vary ; 
 Lord, to heal my lost condition 
 Give, for Thou canst give, contrition ; 
 
 Thou canst pardon all my ill, 
 
 If Thou wilt: O say, "I will!" 
 
 4 Woe, that I have turned aside 
 
 After fleshly pleasure ! 
 Woe, that I have never tried 
 
 For the heavenly treasure ! 
 Treasure, safe in homes supernal, 
 Incorruptible, eternal : 
 
 Treasure no less price hath won 
 
 Than the passion of the Son. 
 
 5 Jesus, crowned with thorns for me, 
 
 Scourged for my transgression, 
 Witnessing, through agony, 
 
 That Thy good confession ; 
 Jesus, clad in purple raiment, 
 For my evil making payment; 
 
 Let not all Thy woe and pain, 
 
 Let not Calvary, be in vain. 
 
 6 When I cross death's bitter sea, 
 
 And its waves roll higher, 
 Help the more forsaking me 
 
 As the storm draws nigher ; 
 Jesus, leave me not to languish, 
 Helpless, hopeless, full of anguish ; 
 
 Tell me, "Verily, I say, 
 
 "Thou shalt be with Me to-day." 
 
 Thcoctistits of the Studium. ( — 890 ) 
 Tr. by Rev. John Mason Neate. (1818— 1866.) 1862. 
 
 '' Have Mercy." 
 Mark x. 47. 
 
 492 
 
 i Jesus, full of all compassion, 
 
 Hear Thy humble suppliant's cry; 
 Let me know Thy great salvation : 
 See, I languish, faint, and die. 
 
 2 Guilty, but with heart relenting, 
 Overwhelmed with helpless grief, 
 Prostrate at Thy feet repenting, 
 Send, O send me quick relief. 
 
 8,7- 
 
 3 Whither should a wretch be flying, 
 But to Him who comfort gives? 
 
 Whither, from the dread of dying, 
 But to Him who ever lives? 
 
 4 While I view Thee, wounded, grieving, 
 Breathless, on the cursed tree, 
 
 Fain I'd feel my heart believing 
 Thou didst suffer thus for me. 
 
 5 Hear, then, blessed Saviour, hear me ! 
 My soul cleaveth to the dust ; 
 
 Send the Comforter to cheer me; 
 Lo, in Thee I put my trust. 
 
 6 On the word Thy blood hath sealed 
 Hangs my everlasting all ; 
 
 Let Thy arm be now revealed; 
 Stay, O stay me, lest I fall. 
 
 7 In the world of endless ruin, 
 Let it never, Lord, be said, 
 
 "Here's a soul that perished sueing 
 For the boasted Saviour's aid. 
 
 8 Saved ' — the deed shall spread new glory 
 Through the shining realms above; 
 
 Angels sing the pleasing story, 
 All enraptured with Thy love. 
 
 Rev Daniel Turner. (1710 — i7g<J ) 1787. ab. 
 
 493 "Take me." 8,7. 
 
 1 Take me, O my Father, take me, 
 Take me, save me, through Thy Son ; 
 
 That, which Thou wouldst have me, make 
 Let Thy will in me be dene. [me, 
 
 2 Long from Thee my footsteps straying, 
 Thorny proved the way I trod; 
 
 Weary come I now, and praying, 
 Take me to Thy love, my God. 
 
 3 Fruitless years with grief recalling, 
 Humbly I confess my sin ; 
 
 At Thy feet, O Father, falling, 
 To Thy household take me in. 
 
 4 Freely now to Thee I proffer 
 This relenting heart of mine: 
 
 Freely, life and soul I offer, 
 Gift unworthy love like Thine. 
 
 5 Once the world's Redeemer dying, 
 Bore our sins upon the tree; 
 
 On that sacrifice relying, 
 
 Now I look in hope to Thee ; 
 
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 CHOICE OF CHRIST. FAITH. 
 
 6 Father, take me ; all forgiving, 
 Fold me to Thy loving breast; 
 In Thy love for ever living, 
 I must be for ever blest. 
 
 Rev. Ray Palmer. (180S— ) 1865. 
 4^4 "Make my Heart Thy lasting /iome.'"H.. M. 
 
 i Come, my Redeemer, come, 
 And deign to dwell with me, 
 Come, make my heart Thy home, 
 
 And bid Thy rivals flee : 
 Come, my Redeemer, quickly come, 
 And make my heart Thy lasting home. 
 
 2 Why should the world presume 
 
 To occupy Thy throne ? 
 Come, all Thy right assume, 
 
 I would be Thine alone : 
 Come, my Redeemer, quickly come, 
 And make my heart Thy lasting home. 
 
 3 Exert Thy mighty power, 
 
 And banish all my sin, 
 In this auspicious hour, 
 
 Bring all Thy graces in : 
 Come, my Redeemer, quickly come, 
 And make my heart Thy lasting home. 
 
 4 Rule Thou in every thought 
 
 And passion of my soul, 
 Till all my powers are brought 
 
 Beneath Thy full control : 
 Come, my Redeemer, quickly come, 
 And make my heart Thy lasting home. 
 
 5 Then shall my days be Thine, 
 
 And all my heart be love ; 
 And joy and peace be mine, 
 
 Such as are known above : 
 Come, my Redeemer, quickly come, 
 And make my heart Thy lasting home. 
 
 Rev. Andrew Reed. (1787— 1862.) 1842. 
 495 " O/ora Trum/ei Voice." H. M. 
 
 i 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. 
 
 2 His name the sinner hears, 
 And is from sin set free ; 
 
 'T is music in his ears, 
 'T is life and victory ; 
 New songs do now his lips employ, 
 And dances his glad heart for joy. 
 
 3 O unexampled love ! 
 
 O all-redeeming grace ! 
 How swiftly didst Thou move 
 
 To save a fallen race ! 
 What shall I do to make it known, 
 What Thou for all mankind hast done? 
 
 4 O 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. 
 
 Rev Chailes Wesley. (1708 — 1788.) 1741. ab. 
 
 496 
 
 "Just as I am." 
 John vi. 37. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 1 JUST as I am, without one plea 
 
 But that Thy blood was shed for me, 
 And that Thou bidd'st me come to Thee, 
 O Lamb of God, I come. 
 
 2 Just as I am, and waiting not 
 To rid my soul of one dark blot, 
 
 To Thee, whoseblood can cleanseeach spot, 
 O Lamb of God, I come. 
 
 3 Just as I am, though tossed about 
 With many a conflict, many a doubt, 
 With fears within, and foes without, 
 
 O 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, 
 
 O Lamb of God, I come. 
 
 5 Just as I am, Thou wilt receive, 
 
 Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve: 
 Because Thy promise I believe, 
 O 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, 
 
 O Lamb of God, I come. 
 
 Mi*s Charlotte Elliott. (17S9— 1871.) 1836. 
 
FAITH. 
 
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 497 " 7" st ns t,l0u art " 
 
 1 Just as thou art, without one trace 
 Of love, or joy, or inward grace, 
 Or mectness for the heavenly place, 
 
 O guilty sinner, come, O come. 
 
 2 Thy sins I bore on Calvary's tree ; 
 The stripes, thy due, were laid on Me, 
 That peace and pardon might be free ; 
 
 O wretched sinner, come, O come. 
 
 3 Come, leave thy burden at the cross, 
 Count all thy gains but empty dross: 
 My grace repays all earthly loss ; 
 
 O needy sinner, come, O come. 
 
 Rev. Russell Sturgis Cook. (1814 — 1864.) 1850. ab. 
 
 498 
 
 L. M. 
 
 The Prodigal' s Welcome. 
 
 1 THE wanderer no more will roam, 
 The lost one to the fold hath come, 
 The prodigal is welcomed home, 
 
 O Lamb of God, in Thee. 
 
 2 Though clothed with shame, by sin defiled, 
 The Father hath embraced His child, 
 And I am pardoned, reconciled, 
 
 O Lamb of God, in Thee. 
 
 3 It is the Father's joy to bless ; 
 His love provides for me a dress, 
 A robe of spotless righteousness, 
 
 O Lamb of God, in Thee. 
 
 4 Now shall my famished soul be fed, 
 A feast of love for me is spread, 
 
 I feed upon the children's bread, 
 O Lamb of God, in Thee. 
 
 5 Yea, in the fulness of His grace, 
 He puts me in the children's place, 
 Where I may gaze upon His face, 
 
 O Lamb of God, in Thee. 
 
 6 I cannot half His love express; 
 Yet, Lord, with joy my lips confess, 
 This blessed portion I possess, 
 
 O Lamb of God, in Thee. 
 
 Mrs. Mary Jane Walker. 1847. ab. 
 499 "Rock of Ages." 7- 
 
 I Rock of ages, cleft for me, 
 Let me hide myself in Thee ; 
 Let the water and the blood, 
 
 From Thy riven side which flowed, 
 
 Be of sin the double cure, 
 
 Cleanse me from its guilt and power. 
 
 2 Not the labors of my hands 
 Can fulfil Thy law's demands; 
 Could my zeal no respite know, 
 Could my tears for ever flow, 
 All for sin could not atone ; 
 Thou must save, and Thou alone. 
 
 3 Nothing in my hand I bring; 
 Simply to Thy cross I cling ; 
 Naked, come to Thee for dress ; 
 Helpless, look to Thee for grace ; 
 Foul, I to the fountain fly; 
 Wash me, Saviour, or I die. 
 
 4 While I draw this fleeting breath, 
 When my eye-lids close in death, 
 When I soar to worlds unknown, 
 See Thee on Thy judgment throne, 
 Rock of ages, cleft for me, 
 
 Let me hide myself in Thee. 
 
 Rev. Augustus Montague Toplady. (1740 — I778.)t776.sl. alt. 
 500 "Son 0/ Cod, to Thee I cry." 7- 
 
 1 Son of God, to Thee I cry : 
 By the holy mystery 
 
 Of Thy dwelling here on earth; 
 By Thy pure and holy birth, 
 Lord, Thy presence let me see, 
 Manifest Thyself to me.. 
 
 2 Lamb of God, to Thee I cry : 
 By Thy bitter agony, 
 
 By Thy pangs to us unknown, 
 By Thy Spirit's parting groan, 
 Lord, Thy presence let me see, 
 Manifest Thyself to me. 
 
 3 Prince of Life, to Thee I cry : 
 By Thy glorious majesty, 
 
 By Thy triumph o'er the grave, 
 Meek to suffer, strong to save, 
 Lord, Thy presence let me see, 
 Manifest Thyself to me. 
 
 4 Lord of glory, God most High, 
 Man exalted to the sky, 
 
 With Thy love my bosom fill, 
 Prompt me to perform Thy will ; 
 Then Thy glory I shall see, 
 Thou wilt bring me home to Thee. 
 
 JSp. Richard Mant. (1776—1848) 1828. 
 
138 
 
 FAITH, 
 
 ' A Fountain opened." 
 Zech. xiii. i. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 501 
 
 1 THERE is a fountain filled with blood 
 
 Drawn from Emmanuel'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 have I, as vile as he, 
 Washed all my sins away. 
 
 3 Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious Blood 
 
 Shall never lose its power, 
 Till all the ransomed Church of God 
 Be saved, to sin no more. 
 
 4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream 
 
 Thy flowing wounds supply, 
 Redeeming love has been my theme, 
 And shall be till I die. 
 
 5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song, 
 
 I'll sing Thy power to save, 
 When this poor lisping, stammering tongue 
 Lies silent in the grave. 
 
 6 Lord, I believe Thou hast prepared, 
 
 Unworthy though I be, 
 For me a blood-bought free reward, 
 A golden harp for me. 
 
 7 'T is strung, and tuned for endless years, 
 
 And formed by power divine, 
 To sound in God the Father's ears 
 No other name but Thine. 
 
 William Cowper. (1731 — 1800.) 1779. 
 
 Vexilla Regis prodeunt." 
 
 C. M. 
 
 502 
 
 i The royal banner is unfurled, 
 The cross is reared on high, 
 On which the Saviour of the world 
 Is stretched in agony. 
 
 2 See through His holy hands and feet 
 
 The cruel nails they drive : 
 Our ransom thus is made complete, 
 Our souls are saved alive. 
 
 3 And see, the spear hath pierced His side, 
 
 And shed that sacred flood, 
 That holy reconciling tide, 
 The water and the blood. 
 
 4 Hail, holy cross, from thee we learn 
 
 The only way to heaven ; 
 And O, to thee may sinners turn, 
 And look, and be forgiven ! 
 
 5 Jehovah, we Thy name adore, 
 
 In Thee we will rejoice, 
 And sing, till time shall be no more, 
 The triumphs of the cross. 
 
 Venantius Fortunatus. (530—609.) 580. ab. 
 Tr. by Rev. John Chandler. (1806—) 1837. 
 
 j",j Fear disarmed. C. M. 
 
 1 The Saviour ! O what endless charms 
 
 Dwell in the blissful sound ! 
 Its influence every fear disarms, 
 And spreads sweet comfort round. 
 
 2 Wrapt in the gloom of dark despair, 
 
 We helpless, hopeless lay ; 
 But sovereign mercy reached us there, 
 And smiled despair away. 
 
 3 The almighty Former of the skies 
 
 Stooped to our vile abode ; 
 While angels viewed with wondering eyes, 
 And hailed the incarnate God. 
 
 4 O the rich depths of love divine, 
 
 Of bliss a boundless store ! 
 Dear Saviour, let me call Thee mine ; 
 I cannot wish for more. 
 
 5 On Thee alone my hope relies, 
 
 Beneath Thy cross I fall, 
 My Lord, my Life, my Sacrifice, 
 My Saviour, and my All. 
 
 Miss Anne Steele. (1717— 1778.) 1760. ab. 
 5^4 The sweet Name. CM. 
 
 1 How sweet the Name of Jesus sounds 
 In a believer's ear ; 
 
 It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, 
 And drives away his fear. 
 
 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, 
 And calms the troubled breast ; 
 
 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, 
 And to the weary rest. 
 
 3 Dear Name ! the rock on which I build, 
 My shield and hiding-place, 
 
 My never-failing treasury, filled 
 With boundless stores of grace. 
 
FAITH. 
 
 139 
 
 4 By Thee my prayers acceptance gain, 
 
 Although with sin defiled; 
 Satan accuses me in vain, 
 And I am owned a child. 
 
 5 Jesus, my Shepherd, Husband, Friend, 
 
 My Prophet, Priest, and King; 
 My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, 
 Accept the praise I bring. 
 
 6 Weak is the effort of my heart, 
 
 And cold my warmest thought; 
 But when I see Thee as Thou art, 
 I '11 praise Thee as I ought. 
 
 7 Till then I would Thy love proclaim 
 
 With every fleeting breath ; 
 And may the music of Thy Name 
 Refresh my soul in death. 
 
 Rev. John Newton. (1725—1807) 1779. 
 
 The Name tiigh ez'cr all." 
 
 CM. 
 
 505 
 
 i Jesus, the name high overall, 
 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, 
 And turns their hell to heaven. 
 
 3 Jesus the prisoner's fetters breaks, 
 
 And bruises Satan's head ; 
 Power into strengthless souls He speaks, 
 And life into the dead. 
 
 4 O that the world might taste and see 
 
 The riches of His grace; 
 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 ! 
 
 Rev Charles Wesley (1708— 17S8) 1749 ab. 
 
 506 
 
 "1 bless the Christ 0/ Cod. ' S. M. 
 
 i I rless the Christ of God; 
 I rest on love divine ; 
 And with unfaltering lip and heart, 
 I call this Saviour mine. 
 
 2 His cross dispels each doubt; 
 
 I bury in His tomb 
 Each thought of unbelief and fear, 
 Each lingering shade of gloom. 
 
 3 I praise the God of grace; 
 
 I trust His truth and might; 
 He calls me His, I call Him mine, 
 My God, my joy, my light. 
 
 4 In Him is only good, 
 
 In me is only ill; 
 My ill but draws His goodness forth, 
 And me He loveth still. 
 
 5 'T is He who saveth me, 
 
 And freely pardon gives ; 
 I love because He loveth me, 
 I live because He lives. 
 
 6 My life with Him is hid, 
 
 My death has passed away, 
 My clouds have melted into light, 
 My midnight into day. 
 
 Rev. Horatius Eonar. (180S — ) 1863. 
 5^7 " To love Thee for Thyself. " S. M. 
 
 1 Blest be Thy love, dear Lord, 
 
 That taught us this sweet way, 
 Only to love Thee for Thyself 
 And for that love obey. 
 
 2 O Thou, our souls' chief hope, 
 
 We to Thy mercy fly; 
 Where'er we are, Thou canst protect, 
 Whate'er we need, supply. 
 
 3 Whether we sleep or wake, 
 
 To Thee we both resign ; 
 By night we see, as well as day, 
 If Thy light on us shine. 
 
 4 Whether we live or die, 
 
 Both we submit to Thee ; 
 In death we live, as well as life, 
 If Thine in death we be. 
 
 John Austin (1613 — 1669) 1668. ab. 
 
140 
 
 FAITH, 
 
 508 
 
 Other Lords rejected. 
 Is. xxvi. 13. 
 
 S. M 
 
 i O Lord, Thou art my Lord, 
 
 My portion and delight ; 
 All other lords I now reject, 
 And cast them from my sight. 
 
 2 Thy sovereign right I own, 
 
 Thy glorious power confess; 
 Thy law shall ever rule my heart, 
 While I adore Thy grace. 
 
 3 Too long my feet have strayed 
 
 In sin's forbidden way; 
 But since Thou hast my soul reclaimed, 
 To Thee my vows I '11 pay. 
 
 4 My soul, to Jesus joined 
 
 By faith and hope and love, 
 Now seeks to dwell among Thy saints, 
 And rest with them above. 
 
 5 Accept, O Lord, my heart ; 
 
 To Thee myself I give ; 
 Nor suffer me from hence to stray, 
 Or cause Thy saints to grieve. 
 
 Rev. Benjamin Deddome. (1717— 1795.) 1818. 
 
 509 The Surrender. S. M. 
 
 1 AH, what avails my strife, 
 
 My wandering to and fro? 
 Thou hast the words of endless life ; 
 Ah, whither should I go ? 
 
 2 Thy condescending grace 
 
 To me did freely move ; 
 It calls me still to seek Thy face, 
 And stoops to ask my love. 
 
 3 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. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708 — 1788.) 1740. ab. 
 
 510 "Atidcan I yet delay t" S. M. 
 
 1 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 ; 
 I sink, by dying love compelled, 
 And own Thee Conqueror. 
 
 3 Though late, I all forsake, 
 
 My friends, my all resign : 
 Gracious Redeemer, take, O 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, 
 
 Thine 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. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. 1740. ab. 
 
 The Blessedness of the Pardoned. 
 Ps. xxxii. 
 
 S. M. 
 
 511 
 
 1 O BLESSED souls are they, 
 
 Whose sins are covered o'er; 
 
 Divinely blest, to whom the Lord 
 
 Imputes their guilt no more. 
 
 2 They mourn their follies past, 
 
 And keep their hearts with care; 
 Their lips and lives without deceit 
 Shall prove their faith sincere. 
 
 3 While I concealed my guilt, 
 
 I felt the festering wound ; 
 Till I confessed my sins to Thee, 
 And ready pardon found. 
 
 4 Let sinners learn to pray, 
 
 Let saints keep near the throne ; 
 Our help in times of deep distress 
 Is found in God alone. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1719. 
 O Sweet Subjection. S. M. 
 
 i Dear Lord and Master mine, 
 Thy happy servant see : 
 My Conqueror, with what joy divine 
 Thy captive clings to Thee. 
 
 2 I love Thy yoke to wear, 
 
 To feel Thy gracious bands, 
 Sweetly restrained by Thy care, 
 And happy in Thy hands. 
 
FAITH. 
 
 I 4 I 
 
 3 No bar would I remove ; 
 
 No bond would I unbind ; 
 Within the limits of Thy love 
 Full liberty I find. 
 
 4 I would not walk alone, 
 
 But still with Thee, my God; 
 At every step my blindness own, 
 And ask of Thee the road. 
 
 5 The weakness I enjoy 
 
 That casts me on Thy breast ; 
 The conflicts that Thy strength employ 
 Make me divinely blest. 
 
 9 Dear Lord and Master mine, 
 Still keep Thy servant true; 
 My Guardian and my Guide divine, 
 Bring, bring Thy pilgrim through. 
 
 7 My Conqueror and my King, 
 Still keep me in Thy train ; 
 And with Thee Thy glad captive bring, 
 When Thou return'st to reign. 
 
 Thomas Hornblower Gill. (1S19 — ) 1859. 
 513 " Behold ihe Man. " H. M. 
 
 1 Arise, my soul, arise, 
 
 Shake off thy guilty fears ; 
 The bleeding Sacrifice 
 
 In my behalf appears; 
 Before the throne my Surety stands, 
 My name is written on His hands. 
 
 2 He ever lives 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 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. 
 
 4 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. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. 1742. ah. 
 IO 
 
 5^4 Prophet, Priest, and King. H. M. 
 
 1 JOIN all the glorious names 
 
 Of wisdom, love, and power 
 That ever mortals knew, 
 
 That angels ever bore : 
 All are too mean to speak His worth, 
 Too mean to set my Saviour forth. 
 
 2 Great Prophet of my God, 
 
 My tongue would bless Thy name ; 
 By Thee the joyful news 
 
 Of our salvation came : 
 The joyful news of sins forgiven, 
 Of hell subdued, and peace with heaven. 
 
 3 Jesus, my great High Priest, 
 
 Offered His blood and died; 
 My guilty conscience seeks 
 
 No sacrifice beside : 
 His powerful blood did once atone, 
 And now it pleads before the throne. 
 
 4 My dear Almighty Lord, 
 
 My Conqueror and my King, 
 Thy sceptre and Thy sword, 
 
 Thy reigning grace I sing : 
 Thine is the power ; behold, I sit, 
 In willing bonds, beneath Thy feet. 
 
 5 Now let my soul arise, 
 
 And tread the tempter down ; 
 My Captain leads me forth 
 
 To conquest and a crown ; 
 A feeble saint shall win the day, 
 Though death and hell obstruct the way. 
 
 Rev Isaac Watts. 1709. ab. 
 
 The Fountain 0/ Life. 
 Zech. xiii. 1. 
 
 515 
 
 i Hail, everlasting Spring, 
 Celestial Fountain, hail, 
 Thy streams salvation bring, 
 
 The waters never fail ; 
 Still they endure, and still they flow 
 For all our woe a sovereign cure. 
 
 2 Blest be His wounded side, 
 
 And blest His bleeding heart, 
 
 Who all in anguish died, 
 Such favors to impart : 
 
 His sacred blood shall make us clean 
 From every sin, and fit for God. 
 
 H. M. 
 
142 
 
 FAITH. 
 
 3 To that dear source of love 
 
 Our souls this day would come; 
 And thither from above, 
 
 Lord, call the nations home : 
 That Jew and Greek, with rapturous songs, 
 On all their tongues, Thy praise may speak. 
 
 Rev. Philip Doddridge. (1702 — 1751.) 1755. 
 
 Wounded for our Transgressions" H. M. 
 
 Is. liii. 5. 
 
 516 
 
 i Thy works, not mine, O Christ, 
 Speak gladness to this heart ; 
 They tell me all is done; 
 They bid my fear depart : 
 To whom save Thee, who canst alone 
 For sin atone, Lord, shall I flee ? 
 
 2 Thy tears, not mine, O Christ, 
 
 Have wept my guilt away, 
 And turned this night of mine 
 
 Into a blessed day : 
 To whom, save Thee, who canst alone 
 For sin atone, Lord, shall I flee? 
 
 3 Thy wounds, not mine, O Christ, 
 
 Can heal my bruised soul ; 
 Thy stripes, not mine, contain 
 The balm that makes me whole : 
 To whom save Thee, who canst alone 
 For sin atone, Lord, shall I flee? 
 
 4 Thy cross, not mine, O Christ, 
 
 Has borne the awful load 
 Of sins that none in heaven 
 
 Or earth could bear but God: 
 
 To whom save Thee, who canst alone 
 
 For sin atone, Lord, shall I flee ? 
 
 5 Thy death, not mine, O Christ, 
 
 Has paid the ransom due ; 
 Ten thousand deaths like mine 
 
 Would have been all too few: 
 
 To whom save Thee, who canst alone 
 
 For sin atone, Lord, shall I flee? 
 
 Rev. Horatius Bonar. (1808 — ) 1857. ab. 
 
 Blind Bartimeus 
 Mark x. 47, 48. 
 
 517 
 
 I "Mercy, O Thou Son of David," 
 
 8.7. 
 
 Thus blind Bartimeus prayed ; 
 " Others by Thy word are saved, 
 Now to me afford Thine aid." 
 
 2 Many for his crying chid him, 
 
 But he called the louder still; 
 Till the gracious Saviour bid him 
 Come, and ask Me what you will. 
 
 3 Money was not what he wanted, 
 
 Though by begging used to live; 
 But he asked, and Jesus granted, 
 Alms which none but He could give. 
 
 4 "Lord, remove this grievous blindness, 
 
 Let mine eyes behold the day !" 
 Straight he saw and, won by kindness, 
 Followed Jesus in the way. 
 
 5 O methinks I hear him praising, 
 
 Publishing to all around, 
 "Friends, is not my case amazing? 
 What a Saviour I have found ! 
 
 6 " O that all the blind but knew Him, 
 
 And would be advised by me, 
 Surely they would hasten to Him, 
 He would cause them all to see." 
 
 Rev. John Newton. (1725 — 1807) 1779. 
 
 ' He recei-'ed his Sight. ' 
 Mark x 51, 52. 
 
 8.7. 
 
 518 
 
 1 Lord, I know Thy grace is nigh me, 
 
 Though Thyself I cannot see; 
 Jesus, Master, pass not by me ; 
 Son of David, pity me. 
 
 2 While I sit in weary blindness, 
 
 Longing for the blessed light, 
 Many taste Thy loving-kindness ; 
 "Lord, I would receive my sight." 
 
 3 I would see Thee and adore Thee, 
 
 And Thy word the power can give ; 
 Hear the sightless soul implore Thee: 
 Let me see Thy face and live. 
 
 4 Ah, what touch is this that thrills me? 
 
 What this burst of strange delight? 
 Lo, the rapturous vision fills me ! 
 This is Jesus ! this is sight ! 
 
 5 Room, ye saints that throng behind Him ! 
 
 Let me follow in the way ; 
 I will teach the blind to find Him 
 Who can turn their night to day. 
 
 Rev Hervey Doddridge Cause. (1822—) 1S69 
 
 
FAITH. 
 
 M3 
 
 519 " Open, Lord, and let me in." 8. 7- 
 
 1 At the door of mercy sighing 
 
 With the burden of my sin, 
 Day and night my soul is crying, 
 "Open, Lord, and let me in." 
 
 2 Waiting 'mid the darkness dreary, 
 
 Stretching out my hands to Thee, 
 In the refuge for the weary 
 Is there not a place for me ? 
 
 3 Hark, what sounds my ear receiveth, 
 
 Sweet as songs of seraphim ! 
 He that in the Lord believeth 
 Life eternal hath in Him. 
 
 4 At the outer door why staying? 
 
 Nothing, soul, hast thou to pay : 
 Christ in love to thee is saying, 
 "Weary child, come in to-day." 
 
 Thomas MacKellar. (1812—) 1872. 
 
 520 Free Mercy. P.M. 
 
 1 By faith I view my Saviour dying 
 
 On the tree, on the tree ; 
 To every nation He is crying. 
 
 Look to me, look to me, 
 He bids the guilty now draw near, 
 Repent, believe, dismiss their fear; 
 Hark, hark, what precious words I hear : 
 
 Mercy 's free, mercy 's free. 
 
 2 Jesus, the Lord of life, hath spoken 
 
 Peace to me, peace to me ; 
 Now all my chains of sin are broken, 
 
 I am free, I am free, 
 Soon as I in His name believed, 
 His pardoning grace my soul received 
 And was from sin and death retrieved 
 
 Mercy's free, mercy's free. 
 
 3 This precious truth, ye sinners hear it, 
 
 Mercy 's free, mercy 's free ; 
 Ye ministers of God declare it, 
 
 Mercy 's free, mercy 's free. 
 Visit the heathen's dark abode, 
 Proclaim to all the love of God, 
 And spread the glorious news abroad, 
 
 Mercy 's free, mercy 's free. 
 
 4 Long as I live I'll still be crying, 
 
 Mercy 's free, mercy 's free. 
 
 And this shall be my theme when dying, 
 
 Mercy 's free, mercy 's free. 
 And when the vale of death I've passed, 
 When lodged above the stormy blast, 
 I '11 sing, while endless ages last, 
 
 Mercy 's free, mercy 's free. 
 
 R. Jukfs. 1842. 
 5 ^ ^ "How happy are they. " 1 1 , £)• 
 
 1 O HOW happy are they 
 Who the Saviour obey, 
 
 And have laid up their treasures above ; 
 Tongue can never express 
 The sweet comfort and peace 
 
 Of a soul in its earliest love. 
 
 2 That sweet comfort was mine, 
 When the favor divine 
 
 I first found in the blood of the Lamb; 
 
 When my heart it believed, 
 
 What a joy it received, 
 What a heaven in Jesus's name ! 
 
 3 'T was a heaven below 
 My Redeemer to know, 
 
 And the angels could do nothing more 
 
 Than to fall at His feet, 
 
 And the story repeat, 
 And the Lover of sinners adore. 
 
 4 the rapturous height 
 Of that holy delight, 
 
 Which I felt in the life-giving blood ! 
 
 Of my Saviour possessed, 
 
 I was perfectly blest, 
 As if filled with the fulness of God. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708—1788 ) 1749. ab. and si. alt. 
 
 The Surrender. 
 Acts ix. 6. 
 
 C. P. M. 
 
 522 
 
 1 Lord, Thou hast won, at length I yield; 
 My heart, by mighty grace compelled, 
 
 Surrenders all to Thee ; 
 Against Thy terrors long I strove, 
 But who can stand against Thy love? 
 
 Love conquers even me. 
 
 2 If Thou hadst bid Thy thunders roll, 
 And lightnings flash to blast my soul, 
 
 I still had stubborn been ; 
 But mercy has my heart subdued, 
 A bleeding Saviour I have viewed, 
 
 And now I hate my sin. 
 
144 
 
 FAITH. 
 
 3 Now, Lord, I would be Thine alone, 
 Come, take possession of Thine own, 
 
 For Thou hast set me free ; 
 Released from Satan's hard command, 
 See all my powers in waiting stand, 
 
 To be employed by Thee. 
 
 Rev. John Newton. (1725 — 1S07.) 1779. ab. 
 J"0 Sinai, and the Saviour. C. P. M. 
 
 i Awaked by Sinai's awful sound, 
 My soul in bonds of guilt I found, 
 
 And knew not where to go ; 
 Eternal truth did loud proclaim, 
 "The sinner must be born again, 
 
 Or sink to endless woe." 
 
 2 When to the law I trembling fled, 
 It poured its curses on my head, 
 
 I no relief could find ; 
 This fearful truth increased my pain, 
 "The sinner must be born again," 
 
 And whelmed my tortured mind. 
 
 3 The saints I heard with rapture tell 
 How Jesus conquered death and hell, 
 
 And broke the fowler's snare ; 
 Yet, when I found this truth remain, 
 " The sinner must be born again," 
 
 I sunk in deep despair. 
 
 4 But while I thus in anguish lay, 
 
 The gracious Saviour passed this way, 
 
 And felt His pity move; 
 The sinner, by His justice slain, 
 Now by His grace is born again, 
 
 And sings redeeming love. 
 
 Rev. Sampson Occurn. (1723 — 1792.) 1760. alt. 
 Rev. Asahel Nettleton. (1783— 1844.) 1824.3b. 
 
 524 The true Convert. C. P. M. 
 
 1 When with a mind devoutly pressed, 
 Dear Saviour, my revolving breast 
 
 Would past offences trace ; 
 Trembling I make the black review, 
 Yet pleased behold, admiring too, 
 
 The power of changing grace. 
 
 2 This tongue with blasphemies defiled, 
 These feet to erring paths beguiled, 
 
 In heavenly league agree; 
 Who would believe such lips could praise, 
 Or think my dark and winding ways 
 
 Should ever lead to Thee ? 
 
 3 These eyes that once abused the light 
 Now lift to Thee their watery sight, 
 
 And weep a silent flood; 
 These hands ascend in ceaseless prayer; 
 O wash away the stains they wear, 
 
 In pure, redeeming blood. 
 
 4 Thus art Thou served in every part ; 
 
 wouldst Thou but transform my heart, 
 That drossy thing refine; 
 
 That grace might nature's powers control, 
 And a new creature, body, soul, 
 Be all, be ever Thine. 
 
 Rev. Moses Browne. (1703 — 17S7.) 1739. ab. 
 5^5 The Prayer 0/ Faith. C. P. M. 
 
 1 O Thou that hear'st the prayer of faith, 
 Wilt Thou not save a soul from death, 
 
 That casts itself on Thee ? 
 
 1 have no refuge of my own, 
 
 But fly to what my Lord hath done, 
 And suffered once for me. 
 
 2 Slain in the guilty sinner's stead, 
 His spotless righteousness I plead, 
 
 And His availing blood: 
 Thy merit, Lord, my robe shall be, 
 Thy merit shall atone for me, 
 
 And bring me near to God. 
 
 3 Then snatch me from eternal death, 
 The Spirit of adoption breathe, 
 
 His consolations send ; 
 By Him some word of life impart, 
 And sweetly whisper to my heart, 
 
 "Thy Maker is thy Friend." 
 
 4 The king of terrors then would be 
 A welcome messenger to me, 
 
 That bids me come away : 
 Unclogged by earth, or earthly things, 
 I 'd mount upon his sable wings 
 
 To everlasting day. 
 
 Rev. Augustus Montague Toplady. (1740— 177S.) 1759. 
 
 526 
 
 " Jesus paid it ail." 
 
 i Nothing, either great or small, 
 Remains for me to do ; 
 Jesus died and paid it all, 
 Yes all the- debt I owe. 
 
 2 When He from His lofty throne, 
 Stooped down to do and die, 
 
 7,6. 
 
JOY IN CHRIST. LOVE— JOY— TRUST. 
 
 145 
 
 Every thing was fully done ; 
 '"Tis finished !" was His cry. 
 
 3 Weary, working, plodding one, 
 
 O wherefore toil you so? 
 Cease your doing ; all was done, 
 Yes, ages long ago. 
 
 4 Till to Jesus' work you cling, 
 
 Alone by simple faith, 
 "Doing" is a deadly thing, 
 Your "doing" ends in death. 
 
 5 Cast your deadly " doing" down, 
 
 Down all at Jesus' feet: 
 Stand in Him, in Him alone, 
 All glorious and complete. 
 
 Rev. James Procter. 1858. ab. and alt. 
 527 Singing for Joy. CM. 
 
 1 I 've found the pearl of greatest price, 
 
 My heart doth sing for joy; 
 And sing I must ; for Christ is mine, 
 Christ shall my song employ. 
 
 2 Christ is my Prophet, Priest, and King; 
 
 A Prophet full of light, 
 My great High-Priest before the throne, 
 My King of heavenly might. 
 
 3 For He indeed is Lord of lords, 
 
 And He the King of kings ; 
 
 He is the Sun of righteousness, 
 
 With healing in His wings. 
 
 4 Christ is my Peace ; he died for me, 
 
 For me He gave his blood; 
 And as my wondrous Sacrifice, 
 Offered Himself to God. 
 
 5 Christ Jesus is my All in all, 
 
 My Comfort and my Love, 
 
 My Life below, and He shall be 
 
 My Joy and Crown above. 
 
 Rev. John Mason. ( — 1694.) 1683. ab. and alt. 
 
 Converting Grace commemorated. C. M. 
 
 1 O FOR a thousand tongues to sing 
 
 My dear Redeemer's praise; 
 The glories of my God and King, 
 The triumphs of His grace. 
 
 2 My gracious Master and my God, 
 
 Assist me to proclaim, 
 
 To spread through all the earth abroad, 
 The honors of Thy name. 
 
 3 Jesus, the name that charms our fears, 
 
 That bids our sorrows cease ; 
 'T is music in the sinner's ears, 
 'T is life, and health, and peace. 
 
 4 He breaks the power of cancelled sin, 
 
 He sets the prisoners free ; 
 His blood can make the foulest clean, 
 His blood availed for me. 
 
 5 He speaks, and, listening to His voice, 
 
 New life the dead receive ; 
 The mournful, broken hearts rejoice ; 
 The humble poor believe. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708—1788.) 1740. ab. 
 
 r< or> "Old Things are passed away." 
 
 D^y 2 Cor. v. 17. C. M. 
 
 • I Let worldly minds the world pursue, 
 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 seen the Lord. 
 
 3 As by the light of opening day 
 
 The stars are all concealed, 
 So earthly pleasures fade away, 
 When Jesus is revealed. 
 
 4 Creatures no more divide my choice, 
 
 I bid them all depart ; 
 His name, and love, and gracious voice, 
 Have fixed my roving heart. 
 
 5 Now, Lord, I would be Thine alone, 
 
 And wholly live to Thee : 
 For if Thou hadst not loved me first, 
 I had refused still Thee. 
 
 Rev. John Newton. 1779. ab. 
 
 Unseen, hut lortd. 
 1 Pet. i. S. 
 
 530 
 
 i Jesus, these eyes have never seen 
 That radiant form of Thine ; 
 The veil of sense hangs dark between 
 Thy blessed face and mine. 
 
 c. M. 
 
146 
 
 LOV E— J O Y— T RUST. 
 
 2 I see Thee not, I hear Thee not, 
 
 Yet art Thou oft with me ; 
 And earth hath ne'er so dear a spot, 
 As where I meet with Thee. 
 
 3 Like some bright dream that comes unsought 
 
 When slumbers o'er me roll, 
 Thine image ever fills my thought, 
 And charms my ravished soul. 
 
 4 Yet though I have not seen, and still 
 
 Must rest in faith alone, 
 I love Thee, dearest Lord, — and will, 
 Unseen, but not Unknown. 
 
 5 When death these mortal eyes shall seal, 
 
 And still this throbbing heart, 
 The rending veil shall Thee reveal, 
 All-glorious as Thou art. 
 
 Rev. Ray Palmer. (1808—) 1858. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 JJ^ Jesus, my God and my All. 
 
 1 O JESUS, Jesus, dearest Lord, 
 
 Forgive me, if I say. 
 For very love, Thy sacred name 
 A thousand times a day. 
 
 2 I love Thee so, I know not how 
 
 My transports to control; 
 Thy love is like a burning fire 
 Within my very soul. 
 
 3 O wonderful ! that Thou shouldst let 
 
 So vile a heart as mine 
 Love Thee with such a love as this, 
 And make so free with Thine. 
 
 4 O Light in darkness, Joy in grief, 
 
 O Heaven begun on earth ! 
 Jesus, my Love, my Treasure, who 
 Can tell what Thou art worth? 
 
 5 O Jesus, Jesus, sweetest Lord, 
 
 What art Thou not to me? 
 Each hour brings joys before unknown, 
 Each day new liberty. 
 
 Rev. Frederick William Faber. (1S14 — 1863.) 1849. ab. 
 
 J»3" yesu Rex admirabiiis. 
 
 i O Jesus, King most wonderful, 
 Thou Conqueror renowned, 
 Thou sweetness most ineffable, 
 In whom all joys are found : 
 
 C. M. 
 
 2 When once Thou visitest the heart, 
 
 Then truth begins to shine, 
 Then earthly vanities depart, 
 Then kindles love divine. 
 
 3 O Jesus, Light of all below, 
 
 Thou Fount of life and fire, 
 Surpassing all the joys we know, 
 All that we can desire : 
 
 4 May every heart confess Thy name, 
 
 And ever Thee adore ; 
 And seeking Thee, itself inflame 
 To seek Thee more and more. 
 
 5 Thee may our tongues forever bless ; 
 
 Thee may we love alone; 
 
 And ever in our lives express 
 
 The image of Thine own. 
 
 Bernard of Clairvau.w (1091 — 1153.) 1140. 
 Tr. by Rev. Edward Caswall. (1814 — ) 1849. 
 
 533 " I'm a Miracle of Grace." 8, 7. D. 
 
 i Hail, my ever blessed Jesus ! 
 Only Thee I wish to sing ; 
 To my soul Thy name is precious, 
 
 Thou my Prophet, Priest and King. 
 O what mercy flows from Heaven, 
 
 what joy and happiness ! 
 Love I much, I \e much forgiven; 
 
 1 'm a miracle of grace. 
 
 2 Once with Adam's race in ruin, 
 
 LInconcerned in sin I lay, 
 Swift destruction still pursuing, 
 
 Till my Saviour passed that way. 
 Witness, all ye host of heaven, 
 
 My Redeemer's tenderness. 
 Love I much, I 've much forgiven; 
 
 I 'm a miracle of grace. 
 
 3 Shout, ye bright, angelic choir, 
 
 Praise the Lamb enthroned above, 
 While, astonished, I admire 
 
 God's free grace and boundless love. 
 That blest moment I received Him 
 
 Filled my soul with joy and peace. 
 Love I much, I've much forgiven; 
 
 I 'm a miracle of grace. 
 
 John Wingrove. 1806. 
 
 534 Bought with a Price. 8, 7. D. 
 
 1 When I view my Saviour bleeding, 
 For my sins, upon the tree : 
 
L O V E— J O Y— T RUST. GRATITUDE. 
 
 147 
 
 how wondrous, how exceeding 
 Great His love appears to me ! 
 
 Floods of deep distress and anguish, 
 To impede His labors, came; 
 
 Yet they all could not extinguish 
 Love's eternal, burning flame. 
 
 2 Now redemption is completed, 
 
 Full salvation is procured; 
 Death and Satan are defeated, 
 
 By the sufferings He endured. 
 Now the gracious Mediator, 
 
 Risen to the courts of bliss, 
 Claims for me, a sinful creature, 
 
 Pardon, righteousness, and peace. 
 
 3 Sure, such infinite affection 
 
 Lays the highest claims to mine ; 
 All my powers, without exception, 
 
 Should in fervent praises join. 
 Jesus, fit me for Thy service ; 
 
 Form me for Thyself alone ; 
 
 1 am Thy most costly purchase, 
 
 Take possession of Thine own. 
 
 Richard Lee. 1794. 
 Jjj Praise for pardoning Grace. 8, J. D. 
 
 1 LORD, with glowing heart I 'd praise Thee 
 
 For the bliss Thy love bestows. 
 For the pardoning grace that saves me, 
 
 And the peace that from it flows. 
 Help. O God. my weak endeavor, 
 
 This dull soul to rapture raise ; 
 Thou must light the flame, or never 
 
 Can my love be warmed to praise. 
 
 2 Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee, 
 
 Wretched wanderer, far astray ; 
 Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee 
 
 From the paths of death away. 
 Praise, with love's devoutest feeling, 
 
 Him who saw thy guilt-born fear, 
 And, the light of hope revealing, 
 
 Bade the blood-stained cross appear. 
 
 3 Lord, this bosom's ardent feeling 
 
 Vainly would my lips express ; 
 Low before Thy footstool kneeling, 
 
 Deign Thy suppliant's prayer to bless. 
 Let Thy grace, my soul's chief treasure, 
 
 Love's pure flame within me raise; 
 And since words can never measure, 
 
 Let my life show forth Thy praise. 
 
 Francis Scott Key. (1799—1843.) 1857. 
 
 53^ Grateful Recollection. 8, 7. D. 
 
 1 COME, thou Fount of every blessing, 
 
 Tune my heart to sing Thy grace ; 
 Streams of mercy never ceasing, 
 
 Call for songs of loudest praise: 
 Teach me some melodious sonnet, 
 
 Sung by flaming tongues above; 
 Praise the mount, I 'm fixed upon it, 
 
 Mount of God's unchanging love. 
 
 2 Here I raise my Ebenezer, 
 
 Hither by Thy help I 'm come; 
 And I hope, by Thy good pleasure, 
 
 Safely to arrive at home : 
 Jesus sought me, when a stranger, 
 
 Wandering from the fold of God ; 
 He, to rescue me from danger, 
 
 Interposed His precious blood. 
 
 3 O to grace how great a debtor, 
 Daily I 'm constrained to be : 
 
 Let that grace now, like a fetter, 
 Bind my wandering heart to Thee: 
 
 Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, 
 Prone to leave the God I love ; 
 
 Here's my heart, O take and seal it, 
 Seal it from Thy courts above. 
 
 Rev. Robert Robinson. (1735 — 1790.) 175S. 
 
 — t-, "Bless the Lord, O my Soul." 
 
 5 J / Ps. ciii. 8, 7. D. 
 
 1 PRAISE, my soul, the King of Heaven; 
 
 To His feet thy tribute bring ; 
 Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven, 
 Evermore His praises sing: 
 
 Alleluia ! Alleluia ! 
 Praise the everlasting King. 
 
 2 Praise Him for His grace and favor 
 
 To our fathers in distress ; 
 Praise Him still the same as ever, 
 Slow to chide, and swift to bless: 
 
 Alleluia ! Alleluia ! 
 Glorious in His faithfulness. 
 
 3 Father-like, He tends and spares us, 
 
 Well our feeble frame He knows; 
 In His hands He gently bears us, 
 Rescues us from all our foes: 
 
 Alleluia ! Alleluia ! 
 Praise with us the God of grace. 
 
 Rev. Henry Francis Lyte. (1793 — 1847.) 1834. ab. and alt. 
 Rev. Sir Henry Williams Baker. (182:-) i36i. 
 
143 
 
 GRATITUDE. 
 
 53" A full Surrender. 8.7. 
 
 i Welcome, welcome, dear Redeemer, 
 Welcome to this heart of mine : 
 Lord, I make a full surrender, 
 
 Every power and thought be Thine, 
 
 Thine entirely, 
 Through eternal ages Thine. 
 
 2 Known to all to be Thy mansion, 
 Earth and hell will disappear; 
 Or in vain attempt possession, 
 When they find the Lord is near; 
 Shout, O Zion, 
 Shout, ye saints, the Lord is here. 
 
 Rev. William Mason. (1725 — 1797O 1-94. 
 539 Lost but found. S. M. 
 
 1 I WAS a wandering sheep, 
 
 I did not love the fold ; 
 I did not love my Shepherd's voice, 
 
 I would not be controlled : 
 I was a wayward child, 
 
 I did not love my home, 
 
 did not love my Father's voice, 
 
 I loved afar to roam. 
 
 2 The Shepherd sought His sheep, 
 
 The Father sought His child, 
 They followed me o'er vale and hill, 
 
 O'er deserts waste and wild : 
 They found me nigh to death, 
 
 Famished, and faint, and lone ; 
 They bound me with the bands of love ; 
 
 They saved the wandering one. 
 
 3 Jesus my Shepherd is, 
 
 'T was He that loved my soul, 
 'T was He that washed me in His blood, 
 
 'T was He that made me whole ; 
 'T was He that sought the lost, 
 
 That found the wandering sheep, 
 'Twas He that brought me to the fold, 
 
 'T is He that still doth keep. 
 
 4 I was a wandering sheep, 
 
 I would not be controlled; 
 But now I love my Shepherd's voice, 
 
 I love, I love the fold: 
 I was a wayward child ; 
 
 I once preferred to roam ; 
 But now I love my Father's voice, 
 
 I love, I love His home. 
 
 Rev. Horatius Conar. (1S08 — ) 1S44. ab. 
 
 54*-' "Who can forbear to sing?" S. M. 
 
 1 Who can forbear to sing, 
 
 Who can refuse to praise, 
 When Zion's high, celestial King 
 
 His saving power displays ? 
 When sinners at His feet, 
 
 By mercy conquered, fall ? 
 When grace, and truth, and justice meet, 
 
 And peace unites them all ? • 
 
 2 When heaven's opening gates 
 
 Invite the pilgrims' feet ; 
 And Jesus, at their entrance waits, 
 
 To place them on His seat 
 Who can forbear to praise 
 
 Our high, celestial King, 
 When sovereign, rich, redeeming grace 
 
 Invites our tongues to sing? 
 
 Rev. Joseph Swain. (1761 — 1796.) 1792. 
 54 I "Is this the Son of God?" S. M. 
 
 1 Is this the Son of God 
 
 That dies in agony ? 
 And did He choose this cross of shame, 
 
 This bitter death, for me ? 
 Is this the Holy Ghost 
 
 That moves within my breast, 
 And shows me all my wretchedness, 
 
 And makes me long for rest ? 
 
 2 Is this the Father's voice 
 
 That speaks above my fears, 
 And with its sweetness melts my soul 
 
 To penitence and tears ? 
 To me, O God, to me 
 
 Is this great pity shown ? 
 Take me, I yield : and from this hour, 
 
 Dear Lord, I am Thine own. 
 
 Rev. Iiervey Doddridge Ganse. (1822 — ) 1872. 
 542 " D:t schonstcs Cotteskind." S.M. 
 
 i ONCE blind with sin and self, 
 Along the treacherous way, 
 That ends in ruin at the last, 
 I hastened far astray ; 
 Then God sent down His Son ; 
 For with a love most deep, 
 Most underserved, His heart still yearned 
 O'er me, poor wandering sheep. 
 
 2 God with His life of love 
 
 To me was far and strange, 
 
GRATITUDE. 
 
 i 4 g 
 
 My heart clung only to the world 
 Of sight and sense and change; 
 
 In Thee, Immanuel, 
 Are God and man made one ; 
 
 In Thee my heart hath peace with God, 
 And union in the Son. 
 
 3 ponder this, my soul, 
 
 Our God hath loved us thus, 
 That even His only dearest Son 
 
 He freely giveth us. 
 Thou precious gift of God, 
 
 The pledge and bond of love, 
 With thankful heart I kneel to take 
 
 This treasure from above. 
 
 Gerhard Tersteegen. (1679 — 1769.) 1731. 
 Tr. by Miss Catherine Winkwonh. (1829 — ) 1858. ab. 
 
 543 " 1st Gottfur ntick so trete." S. M. D. 
 
 1 Here I can firmly rest, 
 
 I dare to boast of this, 
 That God, the Highest and the Best, 
 
 My Friend and Father is. 
 From dangerous snares He saves: 
 
 Where'er He bids me go • 
 He checks the storms and calms the waves, 
 
 That naught can work me woe. 
 
 2 He whispers in my breast 
 
 Sweet words of holy cheer, 
 How he who seeks in God his rest 
 
 Shall ever find Him near; 
 How God hath built above 
 
 A city fair and new, 
 Where eye and heart shall see and prove 
 
 What faith has counted true. 
 
 3 My heart for gladness springs, 
 
 It cannot more be sad, 
 For very joy it laughs and sings, 
 
 Sees naught but sunshine glad. 
 The sun that glads mine eyes 
 
 Is Christ the Lord I love: 
 I sing for joy of that which lies 
 
 Stored up for us above. 
 
 Rev. Paul Gerhardt. (1606 — 1676) 1650. 
 Tr. by Miss Catherine Winkworth. 1055. ab. 
 
 t" a A " Closer than a Brother." 
 
 D44 Prov. xviii. 24, 8,7,8,7,7,7. 
 
 I 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 : 
 
 They who once His kindness prove, 
 Find it everlasting love. 
 
 2 Which of all our friends, to save us, 
 
 Could or would have shed his blood ? 
 But our Jesus died to have us 
 
 Reconciled in Him to God : 
 This was boundless love indeed; 
 Jesus is a Friend in need. 
 
 3 When He lived on earth abased, 
 Friend of sinners was His name; 
 
 Now, above all glory raised, 
 
 He rejoices in the same : 
 Still He calls them brethren, friends, 
 And to all their wants attends. 
 
 4 Could we bear from one another 
 
 What He daily bears from us ? 
 Yet this glorious Friend and Brother 
 
 Loves us, though we treat Him thus: 
 Though for gcod we render ill, 
 He accounts us brethren still. 
 
 5 O for grace our hearts to soften ; 
 
 Teach us, Lord, at length to love; 
 We, alas, forget too often 
 
 What a Friend we have above : 
 But when home our souls are brought, 
 We will love Thee as we ought. 
 
 Rev. John Newton. (1725 — 1807 ) 1779. ab. 
 
 Ich will Dich lieben." 
 
 1 Pet. i. 8. 8,7,8,7,7,7. 
 
 545 
 
 1 I will love Thee, all my treasure; 
 
 I will love Thee, all my strength ; 
 I will love Thee without measure, 
 
 And will love Thee right at length : 
 I will love Thee, Light Divine, 
 Till I die and find Thee mine. 
 
 2 I will praise Thee, Sun of Glory, 
 
 For Thy beams have gladness brought; 
 I will praise Thee, will adore Thee, 
 
 For the light I vainly sought ; 
 Praise Thee that Thy words so blest 
 Spake my sin-sick soul to rest. 
 
 3 Be my heart more warmly glowing, 
 
 Sweet and calm the tears I shed; 
 And its love, its ardor, showing, 
 
 Let my spirit onward tread : 
 Near to Thee, and nearer still, 
 Draw this heart, this mind, this will. 
 
15° 
 
 GRATITUDE. 
 
 4 I will love in joy or sorrow, 
 
 Crowning joy ! will love Thee well; 
 I will love to-day, to-morrow, 
 
 While I in this body dwell : 
 I will love Thee, Light Divine, 
 Till I die, and find Thee mine. 
 
 Johann Angelus. (1624 — 1677.) 1657. 
 Tr. by Miss Jane Borthwick. 1854. ab. 
 
 546 
 
 8, 7, 7- 
 
 Giorwti Scik'atoris. 
 
 i JESUS is the Name we treasure ; 
 
 Name beyond what words can tell ; 
 Name of gladness, Name of pleasure, 
 
 Ear and heart delighting well; 
 Name of sweetness, passing measure, 
 
 Saving us from sin and hell. 
 
 2 'T is the Name for adoration, 
 
 Name for songs of victory, 
 Name for holy meditation 
 
 In this vale of misery, 
 Name for joyful veneration 
 
 By the citizens on high. 
 
 3 Jesus is the Name exalted 
 
 Over every other name ; 
 In this Name, whene'er assaulted, 
 
 We can put our foes to shame ; 
 Strength to them who else had halted, 
 
 Eyes to blind, and feet to lame. 
 
 4 Therefore we in love adoring, 
 
 This most blessed Name revere; 
 Holy Jesus, Thee imploring 
 
 So to write it in us here, 
 That hereafter heavenward soaring, 
 
 We may sing with angels there. 
 
 Unknown Author of the 14th or 15th Century. 
 Tr. by Rev. John Mason Neale. (1818 — 1866.) 1851. ab.andalt 
 
 547 " / would love Thee" 8, 7, 7. 
 
 1 I would love Thee, God and Father, 
 
 My Redeemer and my King : 
 I would love Thee ; for, without Thee, 
 
 Life is but a bitter thing. 
 I would love Thee ; look upon me, 
 
 Ever guide me with Thine eye: 
 I would love Thee ; if not nourished 
 
 By Thy love, my soul would die. 
 
 2 I would love Thee ; may Thy brightness 
 
 Dazzle my rejoicing eyes; 
 
 I would love Thee ; may Thy goodness 
 Watch from heaven o'er all I prize. 
 
 I would love Thee, I have vowed it ; 
 On Thy love my heart is set ; 
 
 While I love Thee, I will never 
 My Redeemer's blood forget. 
 
 Madame Jeanne M. B. de la M. Guyon. (1648 — 1717.) 1710. 
 54° ••/ love Thee best:' 8, 7, 7. 
 
 i Something every heart is loving; 
 
 If not Jesus, none can rest ; 
 Lord, my heart to Thee is given, 
 
 Take it, for it loves Thee best. 
 Thus I cast the world behind me ; 
 
 Jesus most beloved shall be ; 
 Beauteous more than all things beauteous, 
 
 He alone is joy to me. 
 
 2 Bright with all eternal radiance, 
 
 Is the glory of Thy face ; 
 Thou art loving, sweet and tender, 
 
 Full of pity, full of grace. 
 Keep my heart still faithful to Thee, 
 
 That my earthly life may be 
 But a shadow to that glory 
 
 Of my hidden life in Thee. 
 
 Gerhard Tersteegen. (1697 — 1769 ) 1730. 
 
 -1 A — "To live is Christ, and to die is Gain." 
 549 Phil i- 21. 7- 
 
 1 Christ, of all my hopes the Ground, 
 
 Christ, the Spring of all my joy, 
 Still in Thee may I be found, 
 
 Still for Thee my powers employ. 
 Fountain of o'erflowing grace, 
 
 Freely from Thy fulness give ; 
 Till I close my earthly race, 
 
 May I prove it," Christ to live." 
 
 2 When I touch the blessed shore, 
 
 Back the closing waves shall roll ; 
 Death's dark stream shall never more 
 
 Part from Thee my ravished soul. 
 Thus, O thus, an entrance give 
 
 To the land of cloudless sky ; 
 Having known it, "Christ to live," 
 
 Let me know it, "Gain to die." 
 
 3 Gain, to part from all my grief; 
 
 Gain, to bid my sins farewell; 
 Gain, of all my gains the chief, 
 Ever with the Lord to dwell : 
 
GRATITUDE. 
 
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 This Thy people's portion, Lord, 
 Peace on earth, and bliss on high ; 
 
 This their ever-sure reward, 
 
 "Christ to live, and Gain to die." 
 
 Rev. Ralph Wardlaw. (1779 — 1853 ) 1817. 
 
 --p, " Blessed Fountain." 
 
 3 3" Zech. xiii 1. 7* 
 
 1 Blessed Fountain, full of grace, 
 
 Grace for sinners, grace for me, 
 To this source alone I trace 
 
 What I am, and hope to be : 
 What I am, as one redeemed, 
 
 Saved and rescued by the Lord ; 
 Hating what I once esteemed, 
 
 Loving what I once abhorred : 
 
 2 What 1 hope to be, ere long, 
 
 When I take my place above, 
 When I join the heavenly throng, 
 
 When 1 see the God of love; 
 Then I hope like Him to be, 
 
 Who redeemed His saints from sin, 
 Whom I now obscurely see, 
 
 Through a cloud that stands between. 
 
 3 When I see Him as He is, 
 
 No corruption can remain : 
 Such their portion who are His, 
 
 Such the happy state they gain. 
 Blessed Fountain, full of grace, 
 
 Grace for sinners, grace for me, 
 To this source alone I trace 
 
 What I am, and hope to be. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Kelly. (1769 — 1855.) 1809, 1S53. 
 JJ^ Parting Hymn to Christ. 
 
 I Blessed Jesus, ere we part, 
 
 Speak Thy blessing to each heart : 
 Blessed Jesus, Son of God, 
 Wash us in Thy precious blood : 
 Blessed Jesus, Light divine, 
 Let Thy presence round us shine : 
 Blessed Jesus, Saviour bright, 
 Guide us safe to realms of light. 
 
 Rev. Christian Henry Bateman. {1813 — ) 1848. ab. 
 
 r r* o " Sing unto the Lord." 
 
 DO* Ps. xxvi. 2. 8,5. 
 
 1 Sing of Jesus, sing for ever, 
 Of the love that changes never. 
 Who or what from Him can sever 
 Those He makes His own ? 
 
 2 With His blood the Lord has bought them ; 
 When they knew Him not,He sought them, 
 And fiom ail their wand'ringsbrought them; 
 
 His the praise alone. 
 
 3 Through the desert Jesus leads them, 
 With the bread of heaven He feeds them. 
 And through all the way He speeds then 
 
 To their home above. 
 
 4 There they see the Lord who bought the.. 
 Him who came from heaven, and sought 
 
 them, 
 Him who by His Spirit taught them, 
 Him they serve and love. 
 
 5 Let His people sing with gladness, 
 Other mirth than this is madness, 
 Mirth it is that ends in sadness, 
 
 Be it far away. 
 
 6 'T is the saints have solid treasure, 
 They can sing with holy pleasure, 
 And their joy will know no measure, 
 
 In the final day. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Kelly. 1815. 
 j3«5 One Song on Earth and in Heaven. °> 5* 
 
 i Saints in glory, we together 
 Know the song that ceases never ; 
 Song of songs Thou art, O Saviour, 
 All that endless day. 
 
 2 Theme of Adam, when forgiven, 
 Theme of Abraham, David, Stephen; 
 Souls, ye chant it entering heaven, 
 
 Now, henceforth, alway. 
 
 3 O the God-man ! O Immanuel ! 
 Cloud by day ! Jehovah-Angel ! 
 Fire by night ! He led His Israel, 
 
 So He leads us home. 
 
 4 Come, ye angels, round us gather, 
 While to Jesus we draw nearer ; 
 
 In His throne He '11 seat forever 
 Those for whom He died. 
 
 5 Underneath His throne a river, 
 Clear as crystal, flows forever, 
 Like His fulness, failing never: 
 
 Hail, enthroned Lamb ! 
 
 6 O the unsearchable Redeemer ! 
 Shoreless Ocean, sounded never ! 
 Yesterday, to-day, forever, 
 
 Jesus Christ, the same. 
 
 S. E. Mahmied. ab. 
 
152 
 
 GRATITUDE. 
 
 554 "Behold the Way to Cod!" L. M. 
 
 1 Jesus, my All, to heaven is gone, 
 He that I placed my hopes upon ; 
 His track I see, and I '11 pursue 
 The narrow way till Him I view. 
 
 2 The way the holy Prophets went, 
 The way that leads from banishment, 
 The King's highway of holiness, 
 
 I '11 go ; for all the paths are peace. 
 
 3 This is the way I long have sought, 
 And mourned because I found it not; 
 My grief, my burden, long have been 
 Because I could not cease from sin. 
 
 4 The more I strove against its power 
 
 I sinned and stumbled but the more ; 
 Till late I heard my Saviour say, 
 "Come hither, soul, for I 'm the Way." 
 
 5 Lo, glad I come; and Thou, dear Lamb, 
 Shalt take me to Thee, as I am : 
 Nothing but sin I Thee can give ; 
 Yet help me, and Thy praise I '11 live. 
 
 6 I '11 tell to all poor sinners round 
 What a dear Saviour I have found ; 
 I '11 point to Thy redeeming blood, 
 And say, "Behold the way to God ! 
 
 Rev. John Cennick. (1717 — 1755.) 1743- 
 
 T/i e Hiding-place. 
 Is. xxxii. 2. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 555 
 
 1 Hail, sovereign Love, that first began 
 The scheme to rescue fallen man ; 
 Hail, matchless, free, eternal grace, 
 That gave my soul a Hiding-place. 
 
 2 Against the God that rules the sky 
 I fought with hand uplifted high ; 
 Despised His rich, abounding grace, 
 Too proud to seek a Hiding-place. 
 
 3 Indignant justice stood in view; 
 To Sinai's fiery mount I flew : 
 
 But Justice cried, with frowning face, 
 "This mountain is no Hiding-place." 
 
 5. Vain every hope, until I heard 
 The voice of mercy in Thy word, 
 Proclaiming free redeeming grace, 
 And Jesus, as my Hiding-place. 
 
 5 A few more rolling waves, at most, 
 Will land me safe on Canaan's coast ; 
 Where I shall see Him face to face. 
 Jesus, my glorious Hiding-place. 
 
 Rev. Jehoida Brewer. (1752 — 1817.) 1776. ab. 
 55^ Christ, our Light and Life. L. M. 
 
 1 Lord, I was blind ! I could not see 
 
 In Thy marred visage any grace; 
 But now the beauty of Thy face 
 In radiant vision dawns on me. 
 
 2 Lord, I was deaf! I could not hear 
 
 The thrilling music of Thy voice ; 
 
 But now I hear Thee and rejoice, 
 
 And all Thy uttered words are dear. 
 
 3 Lord, I was dumb ! I could not speak 
 
 The grace and glory of Thy name; 
 But now, as touched with living flame, 
 My lips Thine eager praises wake. 
 
 4 Lord, I was dead ! I could not stir 
 
 My lifeless soul to come to Thee ; 
 But now, since Thou hast quickened me, 
 I rise from sin's dark sepulchre. 
 
 5 For Thou hast made the blind to see, 
 
 The deaf to hear, the dumb to speak, 
 The dead to live, and lo, I break , 
 The chains of my captivity. 
 
 Rev. William Tidd Matson. 1866. 
 557 The new Joy. L. M. 
 
 i Trembling before Thine awful Throne, 
 O Lord, in dust my sins I own ; 
 Justice and mercy for my life 
 Contend ; O smile, and heal the strife. 
 
 2 The Saviour smiles ; upon my soul 
 New tides of hope tumultuous roll ; 
 His voice proclaims my pardon found, 
 Seraphic transport wings the sound. 
 
 3 Earth has a joy unknown to heaven, 
 The new-born peace of sins forgiven; 
 Tears of such pure and deep delight, 
 Ye angels,, never dimmed your sight. 
 
 4 Ye saw of old, on chaos rise 
 
 The beauteous pillars of the skies; 
 Ye know where morn exulting springs, 
 And evening folds her drooping wings. 
 
PRAISE TO CHRIST. 
 
 153 
 
 5 Bright heralds of the Eternal Will, 
 Abroad His errands ye fulfil; 
 
 Or, throned in floods of beamy day, 
 Symphonious in His presence play. 
 
 6 Loud is the song, the heavenly plain 
 Is shaken with the choral strain; 
 And dying echoes, floating far, 
 Draw music from each chiming star. 
 
 7 But I amid your choirs shall shine, 
 And all your knowledge shall be mine ; 
 Ye on your harps must lean to hear 
 
 A secret chord that mine will bear. 
 
 Abraham Lucas Hillhouse. (1792 — 1S59.) J S22. 
 
 558 
 
 L. M. 
 
 Parti Jig with carnal Joys. 
 
 1 I SEXD the joys of earth away ; 
 
 Away, ye tempters of the mind, 
 False as the smooth, deceitful sea, 
 And empty as the whistling wind. 
 
 2 Your streams were floating me along 
 
 Down to the gulf of dark despair; 
 And while I listened to your song, [there.! 
 Your streams had e'en conveyed mei 
 
 3 Lord, I adore Thy matchless grace, 
 
 That warned me of that dark abyss, 
 That drew me from those treacherous seas,! 
 And bade me seek superior bliss. 
 
 4 Now to the shining realms above 
 
 I stretch my hands and glance my eyes; 
 O for the pinions of a dove, 
 
 To bear me to the upper skies ! 
 
 5 There, from the bosom of my God, 
 
 Oceans of endless pleasure roll ; 
 There would I fix my last abode, 
 And drown the sorrows of my soul. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1709. 
 OO7 Longing for Communion with Christ. L. M. 
 
 i O that I could for ever dwell 
 
 With Mary at my Saviour's feet, 
 And view the form I love so well, 
 And all His tender words repeat. 
 
 2 The world shut out from all my soul, 
 
 And heaven brought in with all its bliss, 
 O, is there aught, from pole to pole, 
 One moment to compare with this ? 
 
 3 This is the hidden life I prize, 
 
 A life of penitential love, 
 When most my follies I despise, 
 
 And raise the highest thoughts above. 
 
 4 Thus would 1 live till nature fail, 
 
 And all my former sins forsake ; 
 Then rise to God within the vail, 
 And of eternal j<fys partake. 
 
 Rev. Andrew Reed. (1787—1862.) 1842. ab. 
 
 5OO Jesus the Best Beloved. L. M. 
 
 1 JESUS, this heart within me burns, 
 
 To tell Thee all its conscious love ; 
 And from earth's low delights it turns, 
 To taste a joy like that above. 
 
 2 When Thou to meet me dost descend, 
 
 In love divine. Thou Blessed One, 
 
 The moments that with Thee I spend, 
 
 Seem e'en as heaven itself begun. 
 
 3 Though oft these lips my love have told, 
 
 They still the story would repeat ; 
 To me the rapture ne'er grows old 
 That thrills me bending at Thy feet. 
 
 4 I breathe my words into Thine ear; 
 
 I seem to fix mine eyes on Thine; 
 
 And sure that Thou dost wait to hear., 
 
 I dare in faith to call Thee mine. 
 
 5 Reign Thou sole Sovereign of my heart, 
 
 My all I yield to Thy control; 
 O let me never from Thee part, 
 Thou Best Beloved of my soul. 
 
 Rev. Ray Palmer. (i8o3— ) 1869. 
 
 "Majestic Sweetness." C. M, 
 
 1 Majestic sweetness sits enthroned 
 Upon the Saviour's brow; 
 
 His head with radiant glories crowned, 
 His lips with grace o'erflow. 
 
 2 No mortal can with Him compare 
 Among the sons of men ; 
 
 Fairer is He than all the fair 
 That fill the heavenly train. 
 
 3 He saw me plunged in deep distress, 
 He flew to my relief; 
 
 For me He bore the shameful cross, 
 And carried all my grief. 
 
154 
 
 PRAISE TO CHRIST. 
 
 4 To Him I owe my life and breath, 
 
 And all the joys I have ; 
 He makes me triumph over death, 
 He saves me from the grave. 
 
 5 To heaven, the place of His abode, 
 
 He brings my weary feet, 
 Shows me the glories of my God, 
 And makes my joy complete. 
 
 6 Since from His bounty I receive 
 
 Such proofs of love divine, 
 Had I a thousand hearts to give, 
 Lord, they should all be Thine. 
 
 Rev. Samuel Stennett. (1727 — 1795.) 1787. 
 
 562 
 
 "A Priest for ever." 
 Ps. ex. 4. Heb. v. 6. 
 
 CM. 
 
 1 THOU dear Redeemer, dying Lamb, 
 
 I love to hear of Thee; 
 No music's like Thy charming name, 
 Nor half so sweet can be. 
 
 2 O let me ever hear Thy voice 
 
 In mercy to me speak ; 
 In Thee, my Priest, will I rejoice, 
 And Thy salvation seek. 
 
 3 My Jesus shall be still my theme, 
 
 While in this world I stay ; 
 
 I '11 sing my Jesus' lovely name 
 
 When all things else decay. 
 
 4 When I appear in yonder cloud, 
 
 With all Thy favored throng, 
 Then will I sing more sweet, more loud, 
 And Christ shall be my song. 
 
 Rev. John Cennick. (1717 — 1755.) 1745. alt 
 
 563 
 
 Christ precious. 
 1 Pet. ii. 7. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 1 JESUS, I love Thy charming name, 
 
 'T is music to mine ear : 
 Fain would I sound it out so loud 
 That earth and heaven should hear. 
 
 2 Yes, Thou art precious to my soul, 
 
 My Transport and my Trust ; 
 Jewels to Thee are gaudy toys, 
 And gold is sordid dust. 
 
 3 All my capacious powers can wish 
 
 In Thee doth richly meet ; 
 Not to mine eyes is 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 '11 speak the honors of Thy name 
 
 With my last laboring breath ; 
 Then, speechless, clasp Thee in mine arms, 
 The antidote of death. 
 
 Rev. Philip Doddridge. (1702 — 1751.) 1755. 
 
 564 
 
 "Jesa dulcis memoria." C. M. 
 
 1 JESUS, the very thought of Thee 
 
 With sweetness fills my breast ; 
 But sweeter far Thy face to see, 
 And in Thy presence rest. 
 
 2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, 
 
 Nor can the memory find 
 A sweeter sound than Thy blest name, 
 O Saviour of mankind ! 
 
 3 Hope of every contrite heart, 
 
 O Joy of all the meek, 
 To those who fall, how kind Thou art ! 
 How good to those who seek ! 
 
 4 But what to those who find? Ah, this 
 
 Nor tongue nor pen can show : 
 The love of Jesus, what it is, 
 None but His loved ones know. 
 
 5 Jesus, our only Joy be Thou, 
 
 As Thou our Prize wilt be; 
 Jesus, be Thou our Glory now, 
 And through eternity. 
 
 Bernard of Clairvaux. (1091 — 1153.) 1140. 
 Tr. by Rev. Edward Caswall. (1814 — ) 1849. 
 
 J'-' J " Lead on, dear Shepherd." C. M. 
 
 i To Thee, my Shepherd and my Lord, 
 A grateful song I '11 raise ; 
 O let the feeblest of Thy flock 
 Attempt to speak Thy praise. 
 
 2 My life, my joy, my hope, I owe 
 
 To Thine amazing love ; 
 Ten thousand thousand comforts here, 
 And nobler bliss above. 
 
 3 To Thee my trembling spirit flies, 
 
 With sin and grief oppressed ; 
 Thy gentle voice dispels my fears, 
 And lulls my cares to rest. 
 
PRAISE TO CHRIST. 
 
 '55 
 
 4 Nay, should I walk thro' deaths dark vale 
 
 With double horrors spread, 
 Thy rod would guide my doubtful steps, 
 And guard my drooping head. 
 
 5 Lead on, dear Shepherd ; led by Thee, 
 
 No evil shall I fear : 
 Soon shall I reach Thy fold above, 
 And praise Thee better there. 
 
 Rev. Ottiwell Heginbotham. (1744 — 176S.) 1763. 
 
 566 
 
 To be one with Christ. CM. 
 
 1 Compared with Christ, in all beside 
 
 No comeliness I see; 
 The one thing needful, dearest Lord, 
 Is to be one with Thee. 
 
 2 The sense of Thy redeeming love 
 
 Into my soul convey; 
 Thyself bestow ; for Thee alone, 
 My All in all, I pray. 
 
 3 Less than Thyself will not suffice 
 
 My comfort to restore : 
 More than Thyself I cannot have ; 
 And Thou canst give no more. 
 
 4 Loved of my God, for Him again 
 
 With love intense I burn ; 
 Chosen of Thee ere time began, 
 I choose Thee in return. 
 
 5 Whate'er consists not with Thy love, 
 
 O teach me to resign ; 
 I 'm rich to all the intents of bliss, 
 If Thou, O God, art mine. 
 
 Rev. Augustus Montague Toplady. (1740 — 1778.) 1772. 
 
 ab. and alt. 
 
 4 Make this poor self grow less and less, 
 
 Be Thou my life and aim, 
 O, make me daily, through Thy grace. 
 More worthy of Thy name ; 
 
 5 Let faith in Thee and in Thy might 
 
 My every motive move ; 
 Be Thou alone my soul's delight, 
 My passion and my love. 
 
 Rev. Johann Caspar Lavater. (1741 — 1801.) 1780. 
 Tr. by Mrs. Elizabeth Lee Smith. (1817 — ) 1869. ab. 
 
 567 
 
 568. 
 
 " O jfesus Chrisius, wachs in mir." C. M. 
 
 1 O JESUS Christ, grow Thou in me, 
 
 And all things else recede ; 
 My heart be daily nearer Thee, 
 From sin be daily freed. 
 
 2 Each day, let Thy supporting might 
 
 My weakness still embrace ; 
 My darkness vanish in Thy light, 
 Thy life my death efface. 
 
 3 In Thy bright beams, which on me fall, 
 
 Fade every evil thought; 
 That I am nothing, Thou art all, 
 I would be daily taught. 
 
 " O make me love Thee more and more."L>.Ul. 6 
 
 1 Jesus, my Lord, my God, my all, 
 Hear me, blest Saviour, when I call ; 
 Hear me, and from Thy dwelling place 
 Pour down the riches of Thy grace; 
 Jesus, my Lord, I Thee adore, 
 
 O make me love Thee more and more. 
 
 2 Jesus, too late I Thee have sought, 
 How can I love Thee as I ought ; 
 And how extol Thy matchless fame, 
 The glorious beauty of Thy Name? 
 Jesus, my Lord, I Thee adore, 
 
 O make me love Thee more and more. 
 
 3 Jesus, what didst Thou find in me, 
 That Thou hast dealt so lovingly ? 
 
 How great the joy that Thou hast brought, 
 So far exceeding hope or thought ! 
 Jesus, my Lord, I Thee adore, 
 O make me love Thee more and more. 
 
 4 Jesus, of Thee shall be my song, 
 To Thee my heart and soul belong; 
 All that I have or am is Thine, 
 
 And Thou, blest Saviour, Thou art mine: 
 
 Jesus, my Lord, I Thee adore, 
 
 O make me love Thee more and more. 
 
 Rev. Henry Collins. 1852. 
 
 569 
 
 "MyAllinaU." L. M. 61. 
 
 i THOU hidden Source of calm repose, 
 
 Thou all-sufficient Love divine, 
 
 My help and refuge from my foes, 
 
 Secure I am while Thou art mine ; 
 And lo, from sin, and grief, and shame, 
 I hide me, Jesus, in Thy name. 
 
 2 Thy mighty name salvation is, 
 
 And keeps my happy soul above ; 
 Comfort it brings, and power, and peace, 
 
156 
 
 PRAISE TO CHRIST. 
 
 And joy, and everlasting love; 
 To me, with Thy dear name, are given 
 Pardon, and holiness, and heaven. 
 
 3 Jesus, my All in all Thou art ; 
 
 My rest in toil, my ease in pain ; 
 The medicine of my broken heart; 
 
 In war, my peace ; in loss, my gain ; 
 My smile beneath the tyrant's frown ; 
 In shame, my glory and my crown ; 
 
 4 In want, my plentiful supply; 
 
 In weakness, my almighty power; 
 In bonds, my perfect liberty; 
 
 My light, in Satan's darkest hour ; 
 In grief, my joy unspeakable; 
 My life in death, my All in all. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708— 1788.) 1749. si. alt. 
 J /" " Ich ivill Dick licben, meinc StarAe.'"L,.'M.6l. 
 
 i THEE will I love, my Strength, my Tower, 
 Thee will I love, my Joy, my Crown ; 
 Thee will I love with all my power, 
 
 In all Thy works, and Thee alone: 
 Thee will I love, till sacred fire 
 Fills my whole soul with pure desire. 
 
 2 I thank Thee, uncreated Sun, [shined ; 
 
 That Thy bright beams on me have 
 I thank Thee, who hast overthrown 
 
 My foes, and healed my wounded mind ; 
 I thank Thee, whose enlivening voice 
 Bids my freed heart in Thee rejoice. 
 
 3 Uphold me in the doubtful race, 
 
 Nor suffer me again to stray ; 
 Strengthen my feet, with steady pace 
 
 Still to press forward in Thy way; 
 That all my powers, with all their might, 
 In Thy sole glory may unite. 
 
 4 Thee will I love, my Joy, my Crown ; 
 
 Thee will I love, my Lord, my God ; 
 Thee will I love, beneath Thy frown 
 
 Or smile, Thy sceptre or Thy rod ; 
 What though my flesh and heart decay, 
 Thee shall I love in endless day. 
 
 Johann Angelus Silesius. (1624 — 1677.) 1657. 
 Tr. by Rev. John Wesley. (1703 — 1791.) 1739. ab. 
 
 / "O yrsu Christ, mcin schoiistes Licht."\^.^li.t\. 
 
 1 Jesus, Thy boundless love to me 
 
 No thought can reach, no tongue declare t 
 
 O knit my thankful heart to Thee, 
 And reign without a rival there : 
 Thine wholly, Thine alone, I am ; 
 Be thou alone my constant flame. 
 
 2 O grant, that nothing in my soul 
 
 May dwell but Thy pure love alone : 
 O may Thy love possess me whole, 
 
 My joy, my treasure, and my crown ; 
 Strange fires far from my soul remove; 
 My every act, word, thought, be love. 
 
 3 Unwearied may I this pursue, 
 
 Dauntless to the high prize aspire; 
 Hourly within my breast renew 
 
 This holy flame, this heavenly fire; 
 And day and night, be all my care 
 To guard this sacred treasure there. 
 
 4 In suffering be Thy love my peace, 
 
 In weakness be Thy love my power; 
 And when the storms of life shall cease, 
 
 Jesus in that important hour, 
 In death as life be Thou my guide, 
 And save me, who for me hast died. 
 
 Rev. Paul Gerhardt; (1606—1676.) 1653. 
 Tr. by Rev. John Wesley. 1739. ab. 
 
 0/ " jtsti ditlcis inemoria." L. M. 
 
 i Jesus, how sweet Thy memory is ! 
 Thinking of Thee is truest bliss; 
 Beyond all honeyed sweets below 
 Thy presence is it here to know. 
 
 2 Tongue cannot speak a lovelier word, 
 Naught more melodious can be heard, 
 Naught sweeter can be thought upon, 
 Than Jesus Christ, God's only Son. 
 
 3 Jesus, Thou Hope of those who turn, 
 Gentle to those who pray and mourn, 
 Ever to those who seek Thee, kind, 
 What must Thou be to those who find? 
 
 4 Jesus, Thou dost true pleasures bring, 
 Light of the heart, and living Spring; 
 Higher than highest pleasures roll, 
 Or warmest wishes of the soul. 
 
 5 Lord, in our bosoms ever dwell, 
 And of our souls the night dispel, 
 Pour on our inmost mind the ray, 
 And fill our earth with blissful day. 
 
 Bernard of Clairvaux. (1091 — 1153.) 1140. 
 Tr. Rev. James Waddell Alexander (1804—1859.) 1859. ab 
 
PRAISE TO C II HIST 
 
 *57 
 
 573 " The Song of Songs " L. M. 
 
 i Come, let us sing the song of songs, 
 
 The saints in heaven began the strain, 
 The homage which to Christ belongs : 
 " Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain !" 
 
 2 Slain to redeem us by His blood, 
 
 To cleanse from every sinful stain, 
 And make us kings and priests to God: 
 " Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain !" 
 
 3 To Him who suffered on the tree, 
 
 Our souls at His soul's price to gain, 
 Blessing, and praise, and glory be : 
 
 "Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain !" 
 
 4 To Him, enthroned by filial right, 
 
 All power in heaven and earth proclaim, 
 Honor, and majesty, and might: 
 
 " Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain !" 
 
 5 Long as we live, and when we die, 
 
 And while in heaven with Him we reign, 
 This song our song of songs shall be : 
 "Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain!" 
 
 James Montgomery. 11771 — 1854) 1853. ab. and alt. 
 
 _, ,_ . All in all. 
 
 5/4 Col. iii. 11. L. M. 
 
 i In Christ I 've all my soul's desire; 
 His spirit does my heart inspire 
 With boundless wishes large and high; 
 And Christ will all my wants supply. 
 
 2 Christ is my Hope, my Strength, andGuide; 
 For me He bled, and groaned, and died ; 
 He is my Sun, to give me light, 
 
 He is my soul's supreme Delight. 
 
 3 Christ is the Source of all my bliss ; 
 My wisdom and my righteousness ; 
 My Saviour, Brother, and my Friend; 
 On Him alone I now depend. 
 
 4 Christ is my King, to rule and bless, 
 And all my troubles to redress; 
 He's my Salvation and my All, 
 Whate'er on earth shall me befall. 
 
 5 Christ is my Strength and Portion too; 
 My soul in Him can all things do; 
 Through Him I'll triumph o'er the grave, 
 And death and hell my soul outbrave. 
 
 W. G. In The Christian Magazine. 1790. alt. 
 John Dobell's (1757— 1840) Collection. 1806 
 I \ 
 
 C *~t d " The L oziiti~- Kindness of the Lord." 
 
 D I Is. Uiii. 7. L. M. 
 
 1 AWAKE, my soul, in joyful lays, 
 
 And sing thy great Redeemer's praise : 
 He justly claims a song from me, 
 His loving-kindness is so free. 
 
 2 He saw me ruined in the fall, 
 Yet loved me notwithstanding all, 
 And saved mc from my lost estate, 
 His loving-kindness is so great. 
 
 3 Through mighty hosts of cruel foes, 
 Where earth and hell my way oppose, 
 He safely leads my soul along, 
 
 His loving-kindness is so strong. 
 
 4 So when I pass death's gloomy vale, 
 And life and mortal powers shall fail, 
 O may my last expiring breath 
 His loving-kindness sing in death. 
 
 5 Then shall I mount, and soar away 
 To the bright world of endless day ; 
 There shall I sing, with sweet surprise, 
 His loving-kindness in the skies. 
 
 Rev. Samuel Medley. (1738 — 1799.) 1787. ab. 
 
 576 
 
 " Thy Loving-Kindness." L. M. 
 
 1 Thy loving-kindness, Lord, I sing, 
 Of grace and life the sacred spring; 
 The spring o'erflowing, rich, and free, 
 In precious blood, once shed for me. 
 
 2 I to Thy mercy-seat repair, 
 
 And find Thy loving-kindness there; 
 And when to Thy sweet word I go, 
 Thy loving-kindness there I know. 
 
 3 Lord, from the moment of my birth, 
 I've nothing known but love on earth; 
 By day, by night, where'er I be, 
 Thy loving-kindness follows me. 
 
 4 From daily sin and daily woe 
 
 Thy loving-kindness saves me now; 
 And I will praise, for sins forgiven, 
 Thy loving-kindness all, in heaven. 
 
 Rev. George Barrell Cheever. (1S07 — ) 1845. ab. 
 
 577 " O Deus, ego amo Te." L. M. 
 
 1 Jesus, I love Thee evermore, 
 
 For Thou hast loved me, Lord, before ; 
 
158 
 
 PRAISE TO CHRIST. 
 
 I have no freedom but to be 
 
 A willing servant, Lord, to Thee. 
 
 2 Let memory then no thought retain 
 Except the glory of Thy reign; 
 Nor let my mind desire below 
 Aught but the love of Christ to know. 
 
 3 I cannot have a wish or thought, 
 Except to love Thee as I ought; 
 What, by Thy gracious gift, is mine, 
 With joy I freely make it Thine. 
 
 4 From Thee I have, to Thee I give, 
 In Thy commands, O let me live! 
 My wants will then be all supplied, 
 For all are only dreams beside. 
 
 Of unknown authorship and date. 
 Tr. by Erastus Cornelius Benedict. (1800 — ) 1868, 1873. 
 
 5/0 " Jesus Chris/, the Crucified." J. 
 
 1 ASK yc what great thing I know 
 That delights and stirs me so? 
 What the high reward I win? 
 Whose the name I glory in ? 
 
 Jesus Christ, the Crucified. 
 
 2 What is faith's foundation strong? 
 What awakes my lips to song? 
 He who bore my sinful load, 
 Purchased for me peace with God, 
 
 Jesus Christ, the Crucified. 
 
 3 Who defeats my fiercest foes? 
 Who consoles my saddest woes? 
 Who revives my fainting heart, 
 Healing all its hidden smart ? 
 
 Jesus Christ, the Crucified. 
 
 4 Who is Life in life to me? 
 Who the Death of death will be ? 
 Who will place me on His right 
 With the countless hosts of light? 
 
 Jesus Christ, the Crucified. 
 
 5 This is that great thing I know; 
 This delights and stirs me so: 
 Faith in Him who died to save, 
 Him who triumphed o'er the grave, 
 
 Jesus Christ, the Crucified. 
 
 Rev. John Samuel Bewley Monsell. (1811— ) 1863 
 
 rft-ie\ " Now Thine Anger's turned mvay." 7. 
 
 579 Is. xii. 1. 
 
 I I will praise Thee every day 
 Now Thine anger's turned away; 
 
 Comfortable thoughts arise 
 From the bleeding Sacrifice 
 
 2 Jesus is become at length 
 
 My Salvation and my Strength ; 
 And His praises shall prolong, 
 While I live, my pleasant song. 
 
 3 Praise ye, then, His glorious Name, 
 Publish His exalted fame ! 
 
 Still His worth your praise exceeds, 
 Excellent are all His deeds. 
 
 4 Raise again the joyful sound, 
 Let the nations roll it round ! 
 Zion, shout ! for this is He; 
 God the Saviour dwells in Thee ! 
 
 William Cowper (1731—1800) 1779. ab. 
 
 '580 
 
 " Keine S, honhcit hat die Welt" 'j 
 
 1 Earth has nothing sweet or fair, 
 Lovely forms or beauties rare, 
 But before my eyes they bring 
 Christ, of beauty Source and Spring. 
 
 2 When the morning paints the skies, 
 When the golden sunbeams rise, 
 Then my Saviour's form I find 
 Brightly imaged on my mind. 
 
 3 When, as moonlight softly steals, 
 Heaven its thousand eyes reveals, 
 Then I think : Who made their light 
 Is a thousand times more bright. 
 
 4 When I see, in spring-tide gay, 
 Fields their varied tints display, 
 Wakes the awful thought in me, 
 What must their Creator be ! 
 
 5 Lord of all that's fair to see, 
 Come, reveal Thyself to me; 
 Let me, 'mid Thy radiant light, 
 See Thine unveiled glories bright. 
 
 Johann Angelus Sile^ius. (1624— 1677 ) 1657. a b- 
 Tr by Miss Frances Elizabeth Cox 1S41. ab. 
 
 None but fesus. 
 Ps. lxxiii. 25. 
 
 8. d: 
 
 581 
 
 I How tedious and tasteless the hours 1 
 When Jesus no longer I see ! 
 Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet 
 flowers 
 
PRAISE TO CHRIST. 
 
 159 
 
 Have all lost their sweetness with me. 
 The mid-summer 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 resigned, 
 No changes of season or place 
 
 Would make any change in my mind. 
 While blest with a sense of His love, 
 
 A palace a toy would appear; 
 And prisons would palaces prove, 
 
 If Jesus would dwell with me there. 
 
 Rev. John Newton. (1725 — 1S07.) 1779. nb. 
 
 582 
 
 " Sihonster Herr fesu. 
 
 5. 5. 10. 
 
 1 Fairest Lord Jesus, 
 Ruler of all nature, 
 
 O Thou of God and man the Son ! 
 
 Thee will I cherish, 
 
 Thee will I honor ; 
 Thou, my soul's glory, joy and crown. 
 
 2 Fair are the meadows, 
 Fairer still the woodlands, 
 
 Robed in the blooming garb of spring : 
 
 Jesus is fairer, 
 
 Jesus is purer, 
 Who makes the woeful heart to sing. 
 
 3 Fair is the sunshine, 
 
 Fairer still the moonlight, 
 
 And the twinkling starry host : 
 Jesus shines brighter, 
 Jesus shines purer 
 
 Than all the angels heaven can boast. 
 
 Unknown Author of the 12th century. 
 
 583 
 
 Only yesus, mid Him criui/ied. 
 1 Cor. ii. 2. 
 
 I Vain, delusive world, adieu, 
 With all of creature good; 
 
 7,6. D. 
 
 Only Jesus I pursue, 
 
 Who bought me with His blood; 
 All thy pleasures I forego ; 
 
 All thy pomps, thy wealth and pride: 
 Only Jesus will I know, 
 
 And Jesus crucified. 
 
 2 Other knowledge I disdain, 
 
 'T is all but vanity; 
 Christ, the Lamb of God, was slain, 
 
 He tasted death for me; 
 Me to save from endless woe, 
 
 Christ, th' atoning Victim died: 
 Only Jesus will I know, 
 
 And Jesus crucified. 
 
 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, 
 
 Ever in His faith abide: 
 Only Jesus will I know, 
 
 And Jesus crucified. 
 
 4 Him in all my works I seek, 
 
 Who hung upon the tree; 
 Only of His love I speak, 
 
 Who freely died for me ; 
 While I sojourn here below, 
 
 Nothing will I seek beside : 
 Only Jesus will I know, 
 
 And Jesus crucified. 
 
 Rev Charles Wesley. 1742. ab. an J alt. 
 
 584 
 
 The Sinner's P<'ea. 
 
 1 Tim 1 ic 
 
 7,6. d. 
 
 1 Let the world their virtue boast. 
 
 Their works of righteousness; 
 I, a wretch undone and lost, 
 
 Am freely saved by grace ; 
 Other title ,1 disclaim, 
 
 This, only this, is all my plea: 
 I the chief of sinners am, 
 
 But Jesus died for me. 
 
 2 Happy they whose joys abound 
 
 Like Jordan's swelling stream, 
 Who their heaven in Christ have found; 
 
 And give the praise to Him ; 
 Meanest follower of the Lamb, 
 
 His steps I at a distance see: 
 I the chief of sinners am, 
 
 But Jesus died for me. 
 
i6o 
 
 PR A! Si: TO CHRIST, 
 
 3 Jesus, Thou for mc hast died, 
 
 And Thou in me wilt live ; 
 I shall feel Thy death applied ; 
 
 I shall Thy life receive; 
 Yet, when melted in the flame 
 
 Of love, this shall be all my plea : 
 I the chief of sinners am, 
 
 But Jesus died for me. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708—1788.) 1742. ab. 
 
 585 
 
 Rejoicing on our Way. 7 
 
 i Children' of the Heavenly King, 
 As yc journey, sweetly sing; 
 Sing your Saviour's worthy praise, 
 Glorious in His works and ways. 
 
 2 We are traveling home to God, 
 In the way the fathers trod : 
 They are happy now, and we 
 Soon their happiness shall see. 
 
 3 Shout, ye little flock, and blest, 
 You on Jesus' throne shall rest ; 
 There your seat is now prepared, 
 There your kingdom and reward. 
 
 4 Fear not, brethren, joyful stand 
 On the borders of your land; 
 Jesus Christ, your Father's Son, 
 Bids you undismayed go on. 
 
 5 Lord, obediently we go, 
 Gladly leaving all below; 
 Only Thou our Leader be, 
 And we still will follow Thee. 
 
 Rev. John Cennick. (1717— 1755.) 1742. ab. 
 
 586 
 
 Omunrd, and stiil onward. J. 
 
 i MUCH in sorrow, oft in woe, 
 Onward, Christians, onward go; 
 Fight the fight, and, worn with strife, 
 Steep with tears the Bread of Life. 
 
 2 Onward, Christians, onward go ; 
 Join the war, and face the foe ; 
 Faint not; much doth yet remain ; 
 Dreary is the long campaign. 
 
 3 Shrink not, Christians, will ye yield? 
 Will ye quit the painful field ? 
 
 Will ye flee in danger's hour? 
 Know ye not your Captain's power? 
 
 4 Let your drooping hearts be glad; 
 March, in heavenly armor clad; 
 Fight, nor think the battle long; 
 Yictory soon shall tune your song. 
 
 5 Onward then to battle move ; 
 
 More than conquerors ye shall prove; 
 Though opposed by many a foe, 
 Christian soldiers, onward go. 
 
 Henry Kirke While. (1785 — 1S06.) First 10 lines. 
 Miss Fanny Fuller Maitlaml. J827. ab. 
 
 587 
 
 Redeeming Lo?c. 7* 
 
 1 Now begin the heavenly theme, 
 Sing aloud in Jesus' name; 
 
 Ye who Jesus' kindness prove, 
 Triumph in redeeming love. 
 
 2 Ye who see the Father's grace 
 Beaming in the Saviour's face, 
 As to Canaan on yc move, 
 Praise and bless redeeming love. 
 
 3 Mourning souls, dry up your tears; 
 Banish all your guilty fears; 
 
 See your guilt and curse lcmove, 
 Cancelled by redeeming love. 
 
 4 Welcome, all by sin opprest, 
 Welcome to His sacred rest; 
 Nothing brought Him from above, 
 Nothing but redeeming love. 
 
 5 Hither, then, your music bring, 
 Strike aloud each joyful string; 
 Mortals, join the host above, 
 Toin to praise redeeming love. 
 
 Rev. Martin Mailan ? ( 1 7 ->0 — 1790.) 4763. ah, 
 
 588 
 
 Make His Pt'aise gi<»iaii 
 Ps. I.ivi. 2 
 
 C. P. M. 
 
 1 O COULD I speak the matchless worth. 
 O could I sound the glories forth, 
 
 Which in my Saviour shine, 
 I'd soar and touch the heavenly strings, 
 And vie with Gabriel while he sings 
 
 In notes almost divine. 
 
 2 I'd sing the precious blood He spilt, 
 My ransom from the dreadful guilt 
 
 Of sin, and wrath divine; 
 I'd sing His glorious lighteousness, 
 In which all-perfect, heavenly dress 
 
 My soul shall ever shine. 
 
PRAISE TO CHRIST, 
 
 161 
 
 3 I'd sing the characters He bears, 
 And all the forms of love He wears, 
 
 Exalted on His throne; 
 In loftiest songs of sweetest praise, 
 I would to everlasting days 
 
 Make all His glories known. 
 
 4 Well, the delightful day will come 
 When my dear Lord will bring me home. 
 
 And I shall see His face ; 
 Then with my Saviour, Brother, Friend, 
 A blest eternity I '11 spend, 
 
 Triumphant in His grace. 
 
 Rev. Samuel Medley. (1738 — 1799.) 1789 ab 
 
 589 
 
 Desiring to love. C. P. M. 
 
 i O Love divine, how sweet thou art ! 
 When shall I find my willing heart 
 
 All taken up by Thee ? 
 I thirst, and faint, and die to prove 
 The greatness of redeeming love, 
 
 The love of Christ to me. 
 
 2 Stronger His love than death or hell; 
 Its riches are unsearchable ; 
 
 The first-born sons of light 
 In vain desire its depths to see; 
 They cannot reach the mystery,' 
 
 The length, and breadth, and height. 
 
 3 God only knows the love of God; 
 O 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 O that I could forever sit 
 With Mary at the Master's feet 
 
 Be this my happy choice, 
 My only care, delight, and bliss, 
 My joy, my heaven on earth, be this, 
 
 To hear the Bridegroom's voice. 
 
 5 O that I could, with favored John, 
 Recline my weary head upon 
 
 The dear Redeemer's breast ! 
 From care and sin and sorrow free, 
 Give me, O Lord, to find in Thee 
 
 My everlasting rest. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. 1749. ab. 
 
 590 'Only Thee." 7 
 
 1 Blessed Saviour, Thee I love, 
 All my other joys above ; 
 
 All my hopes in Thee abide, 
 Thou my Hope, and naught beside ; 
 Ever let my glory be, 
 Only, only, only Thee. 
 
 2 Once again beside the cross, 
 All my gain I count but loss; 
 Earthly pleasures fade away ; 
 Clouds they are that hide my day : 
 Hence, vain shadows, let me see 
 Jesus, crucified for me. 
 
 3 From beneath that thorny crown 
 Trickle drops of cleansing down ; 
 Pardon from Thy pierced hand 
 Now I take, while here I stand ; 
 Only then I live to Thee, 
 When Thy wounded side I see. 
 
 4 Blessed Saviour, Thine am I, 
 Thine to live, and Thine to die; 
 Height or depth, or earthly power, 
 Ne'er shall hide my Saviour more: 
 Ever shall my glory be, 
 
 Only, only, only Thee. 
 
 Rev. George Dufneld. Jr. (1S1S— ) 1859. 
 59^ Happy Trust. 7 
 
 i Saviour, happy would I be, 
 If I could but trust in Thee; 
 Trust Thy wisdom me to guide; 
 Trust Thy goodness to provide ; 
 Trust Thy saving love and power; 
 Trust Thee every day and hour : 
 
 2 Trust Thee as the only light 
 In the darkest hour of night ; 
 Trust in sickness, trust in health; 
 Trust in poverty and wealth ; 
 Trust in joy, and trust in grief; 
 Trust Thy promise for relief: 
 
 3 Trust Thy blood to cleanse my soul ; 
 Trust Thy grace to make me whole ; 
 Trust Thee living, dying, too; 
 Trust Thee all my journey through ; 
 Trust Thee till my feet shall be 
 Planted on the crystal sea. 
 
 Rev. Edwin H. Nevku (1814 — ) 1858. 
 
l62 
 
 PRAISE TO CHRIST. LOVE TO CHRIST. 
 
 592 'Whose I am" 7- 
 
 i Jesus, Master, -whose I am, 
 Purchased Thine alone to be, 
 
 By Thy blood, spotless Lamb, 
 Shed so willingly for me; 
 
 Let my heart be all Thine own, 
 
 Let me live to Thee alone. 
 
 2 Other lords have long held sway ; 
 
 Now Thy name alone to bear, 
 Thy dear voice alone obey, 
 
 Is my daily, hourly prayer. 
 Whom have I in heaven but Thee? 
 Nothing else my joy can be. 
 
 3 Jesus, Master, I am Thine; 
 
 Keep me faithful, keep me near : 
 Let Thy presence in me shine 
 
 All my homeward way to cheer. 
 Jesus, at Thy feet I fall, 
 O be Thou my All in all. 
 
 Miss Frances Ridley Havergal. 1872. 
 
 -. r . Thou kntnoest that I loz>e Thee." 
 
 0\)6 Johnxxi. 15. CM. 
 
 1 Do not I love Thee, O my Lord? 
 
 Behold my heart and see ; 
 And turned 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 
 
 I would disdain to feed ? 
 Hast Thou a foe before whose face 
 I fear Thy cause to plead ? 
 
 5 Would not my heart pour forth its blood 
 
 In honor of Thy Name, 
 And challenge the cold hand of death 
 To damp the immortal flame ? 
 
 6 Thou know'st I love Thee, dearest Lord, 
 
 But O, I long to soar 
 Far from the sphere of mortal joys, 
 And learn to love Thee more. 
 
 Rev. Philip Doddridge. (1702 — 1731.) 1755. ab. 
 
 594 True Love. CM. 
 
 i Think well how Jesus trusts Himself 
 Unto our childish love, 
 As though by His free ways with us 
 Our earnestness to prove. 
 
 2 His sacred Name a common word 
 
 On earth He loves to hear; 
 There is no majesty in Him 
 
 Which love may not come near. 
 
 3 The light of love is round His feet, 
 
 His paths are never dim ; 
 And He comes nigh to us when we 
 Dare not come nigh to Him. 
 
 4 Let us be simple with Him, then, 
 
 Not backward, stiff, or cold, 
 As though our Bethlehem could be 
 What Sinai was of old. 
 
 Rev. Frederick William Faber. (1814 — 1863.) 1849. ah. 
 
 " The great Lone." 
 John xv. 13. 
 
 595 John xv. 13. C M. 
 
 1 My blessed Saviour, is Thy love 
 
 So great, so full, so free ? 
 Behold, I give my love, my heart, 
 My life, my all, to Thee. 
 
 2 I love Thee for the glorious worth 
 In Thy great Self I see; 
 
 I love Thee for that shameful cross 
 Thou hast endured for me. 
 
 3 No man of greater love can boast 
 
 Than for his friend to die ; 
 But for Thy foes, Lord, Thou wast slain 
 What love with Thine can vie ! 
 
 4 Though in the very form of God, 
 
 With heavenly glory crowned, 
 Thou wouldst partake of human flesh 
 Beset with troubles round. 
 
 5 O Lord, I '11 treasure in my soul 
 
 The memory of Thy love ; 
 And Thy dear name shall still to me 
 A grateful odor prove. 
 
 Rev Joseph Stennett. (1663 — 171 3.) 1697. ab. 
 
 596 
 
 ' O Dens, ego am o Te." C M. 
 
 1 My God, I love Thee : not because 
 I hope for heaven thereby, 
 Nor yet because who love Thee not 
 
 Must die eternally. 
 
LOVE TO CHRIST. CHRIST'S GRACE EXTOLLED, 
 
 lf> 
 
 2 Thou, O my Jesus, Thou didst me 
 
 Upon the cross embrace: 
 For me didst bear the nails, and spear, 
 And manifold disgrace ; 
 
 3 And griefs, and torments numberless, 
 
 And sweat of agony ; 
 Yea, death itself; and all for me 
 Who was Thine enemy. 
 
 4 Then why, O blessed Jesus Christ, 
 
 Should I not love Thee well? 
 Not for the hope of winning heaven, 
 Nor of escaping hell. 
 
 5 Not with the hope of gaining aught, 
 
 Not seeking a reward ; 
 But as Thyself hast loved me, 
 O ever-loving Lord. 
 
 6 So would I love Thee, dearest Lord, 
 
 And in Thy praise will sing; 
 Solely because Thou art my God, 
 And my Eternal King. 
 
 Francis Xavier. (1506 — 1552.) 1552. 
 Tr. by Rev. Edward Caswall. (1814 — ) 1849. si. alt. 
 
 597 " Oneness with Christ" CM. 
 
 i Lord Jesus, are we one with Thee? 
 O height, O depth of love ! 
 With Thee we died upon the tree ; 
 In Thee we live above. 
 
 2 Such was Thy grace, that for our sake 
 
 Thou didst from heaven come down. 
 Thou didst of flesh and blood partake, 
 In all our sorrows one. 
 
 3 Our sins, our guilt, in love divine, 
 
 Confessed and borne by Thee ; 
 The gall, the curse, the wrath were Thine 
 To set Thy members free. 
 
 4 Ascended now in glory bright, 
 
 Still one with us Thou art ; 
 Nor life, nor death, nor depth, nor height, 
 Thy saints and Thee can part. 
 
 5 Soon, soon shall come that glorious day, 
 
 When, seated on Thy throne, 
 Thou shalt to wondering worlds display 
 That Thou with us art one ! 
 
 James George Deck. 1837. 
 
 598 
 
 " yesu ciecus angclicum." C. M. 
 
 i O Jesus, Thou the beauty art 
 Of angel-worlds above ; 
 Thy Name is music to the heart, 
 Enchanting it with love. 
 
 2 O Jesus, Saviour, hear the sighs 
 
 Which unto Thee I send ; 
 
 To Thee my inmost spirit cries, 
 
 My being's hope and end. 
 
 3 Stay with us, Lord, and with Thy light 
 
 Illume the soul's abyss; 
 Scatter the darkness of our night, 
 And fill the world with bliss. 
 
 4 O Jesus, King of earth and heaven, 
 
 Our Life and Joy ! to Thee 
 Be honor, thanks, and blessing given 
 Through all eternity ! 
 
 Bernard of Clairvaux. (1091 — 1153) 1140. 
 Tr by Rev. Edward Caswall. 1849. ab. and alt. 
 
 r' r\r\ ^' e I'oicc from Galilee. 
 
 Oyy Johni. 16. C. M. D. 
 
 1 I heard the voice of Jesus say, 
 
 " Come unto Me and rest ; 
 Lay down, thou weary one, ray down 
 
 Thy head upon my breast." 
 I came to Jesus as I was, 
 
 Weary, and worn, and sad; 
 I found in Him a resting place, 
 
 And He has made me glad. 
 
 2 I heard the voice of Jesus say, 
 
 "Behold, I freely give 
 The living water; thirsty one, 
 
 Stoop down, and drink, and live." 
 I came to Jesus, and I drank 
 
 O-f that life-giving stream; 
 My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, 
 
 And now I live in Him. 
 
 I heard the voice of Jesus say, 
 
 " I am this dark world's Light; 
 Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise, 
 
 And all thy day be bright." 
 I looked to Jesus, and I found 
 
 In Him my Star, my Sun; 
 And in that Light of life I '11 walk 
 
 Till all my journey 's done. 
 
 Rev. Horatius Bonar. (1808—) 1857. si. alt. 
 
164 
 
 CHRIST'S GRACE EXTOLLED. 
 
 000 « Amazing- Grace." C. M. D. 
 
 i Amazing grace, how sweet the sound 
 
 That saved a wretch like me ! 
 I once was lost, but now am found, 
 
 Was blind, but now I see. 
 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, 
 
 And grace my fears relieved; 
 How precious did that grace appear 
 
 The hour I first believed ! 
 
 2 Through many dangers, toils, and snares, 
 
 I have already come 
 'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far, 
 
 And grace will lead me home 
 The Lord has promised good to me, 
 
 His word my hope secures; 
 He will my Shield and Portion be, 
 
 As long as life endures. 
 
 3 Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail, 
 
 And mortal life shall cease, 
 I shall possess, within the veil, 
 
 A life of joy and peace. 
 The earth shall soon dissolve like snow, 
 
 The sun forbear to shine ; 
 But God, who called me here below, 
 
 Will be forever mine. 
 
 Rev. John Newton. (1725 — 1807.) 1779. 
 
 00 I Mine and Thine. C. M. 
 
 1 All that I was, my sin and guilt, 
 
 My death was all my own ; 
 All that I am, I owe to Thee, 
 My gracious God, alone. 
 
 2 The evil of my former state 
 
 Was mine, and only mine ; 
 The good in which I now rejoice, 
 Is Thine, and only Thine. 
 
 3 The darkness of my former state, 
 
 The bondage, all was mine; 
 The light of life in which I walk, 
 The liberty, is Thine. 
 
 4 Thy grace first made me feel my sin, 
 
 It taught me to believe; 
 Then, in believing, peace I found; 
 
 And now I live, I live. 
 All that I am, e'en here on earth, 
 
 All that I hope to be, 
 When Jesus comes, and glory dawns, 
 
 I owe it, Lord, to Thee. 
 
 Rev. Horatius Bonar. 1857. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 (\r\ry Great Things done for 11s. 
 
 VV4 p s . cxxv i. 
 
 1 WHEN God revealed His gracious name. 
 
 And changed my mournful state, 
 My rapture seemed a pleasing dream 
 The grace appeared so great. 
 
 2 The world beheld the glorious change, 
 
 And did Thy hand confess ; 
 My tongue broke out in unknown strains, 
 And sung surprising grace. 
 
 3 " Great is the work," my neighbors cried, 
 
 And owned the power divine ; 
 "Great is the work," my heart replied, 
 "And be the glory Thine." 
 
 4 The Lord can clear the darkest skies, 
 
 Can give us day for night ; 
 Make drops of sacred sorrow rise 
 To rivers of delight. 
 
 5 Let those who sow in sadness, wait 
 
 Till the fair harvest come ; 
 They shall confess their sheaves arc great, 
 And shout the blessings home. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674— 174S.) 1719 ab. 
 
 603 
 
 Converting Grace. CM. 
 
 i O GIFT of gifts ! O grace of faith ! 
 My God, how can it be 
 That Thou, who hast discerning love, 
 Shouldst give that gift to me? 
 
 2 How many hearts Thou mightst have had 
 
 More innocent than mine, 
 How many souls more worthy far 
 Of that sweet touch of Thine ! 
 
 3 Ah, grace, into unhkehest hearts 
 
 It is thy boast to come, 
 The glory of thy light to find 
 In darkest spots a home. 
 
 4 The crowd of cares, the weightiest cross, 
 
 Seem trifles less than light ; 
 Earth looks so little and so low 
 When faith shines full and bright. 
 
 5 O happy, happy that I am! 
 
 If Thou canst be, O faith, 
 The treasure that thou art in life, 
 What wilt thou be in death? 
 
 Rev. Frederick William Fabcr. (1814-1S63) 1648 ab. 
 
CHRIST'S GRACE EXTOLLED. 
 
 l6 5 
 
 604 
 
 Saving Grace. 
 
 Eph. n. 5. 
 
 S. M. 
 
 1 GRACE, 'tis a charming sound, 
 
 Harmonious to mine ear ; 
 Heaven with the echo shall resound, 
 And all the earth shall hear. 
 
 2 Grace first contrived a 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. 
 
 Rev Philip Doddridge. (1702 — 1751) 1755- 
 
 605 
 
 Christ our Righteousness. 
 1 Cor. i. 30. 
 
 1 How heavy is the night 
 
 That hangs upon our eyes, 
 Till Christ, with His reviving light, 
 Over our souls arise ! 
 
 2 Our guilty spirits dread 
 
 To meet the wrath of heaven ; 
 But, in His righteousness arrayed, 
 We see our sins forgiven. 
 
 3 Unholy and impure 
 
 Are all our thoughts and ways; 
 His hands infected nature cuie, 
 With sanctifying grace. 
 
 4 The powers of hell agree 
 
 To hold our souls in vain ; 
 He sets the sons of bondage free, 
 And breaks the cursed chain. 
 
 5 Lord, we adore Thy ways 
 
 To bring us near to God; 
 Thy sovereign power, Thy healing grace 
 And Thine atoning blood. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1709. 
 
 t\t\(\ " The Song of Moses and the Lamb." 
 
 JLMJ Rev xv 3. S. M. 
 
 I Awake, and sing the song 
 Of Moses and the Lamb ; 
 Wake every heart and every tongue, 
 To praise the Saviour's name. 
 
 2 Sing of His dying love; 
 
 Sing of His rising power; 
 Sing how He intercedes above 
 For those whose sins He bore. 
 
 3 Sing till we feel our hearts 
 
 Ascending with our tongues: 
 
 Sing till the love of sin departs, 
 
 And grace inspires our songs. 
 
 4 Sing on your heavenly way, 
 
 Ye ransomed sinners, sing; 
 Sing on, rejoicing every day 
 In Christ the eternal King. 
 
 5 Soon shall ye hear Him say, 
 
 '•Ye blessed children, come;" 
 
 Soon will He call you hence away, 
 
 And take His wanderers home. 
 
 6 There shall our raptured tongue 
 
 His endless praise proclaim, 
 And sweeter voices swell the song 
 Of Moses and the Lamb. 
 
 Rev William Hammond. ( — 1783 ) 1745. ab. and alt. 
 Rev. Martin Madan. (1726— 1790) 1760. First 5 vs. 
 
 607 
 
 S. M. 
 
 Hea'jenly Joy on Earth. 
 
 1 Come, we that love the Lord, 
 
 And let our joys be known; 
 Join in a song of sweet accord, 
 And thus surround the throne. 
 
 2 Let those refuse to sing 
 
 That never knew our God; 
 But favorites of the heavenly King 
 May speak their joys abroad. 
 
 3 The men of grace have found 
 
 Glory begun below; 
 Celestial fruits on earthly ground 
 From faith and hope may grow. 
 
 4 The hill of Zion yields 
 A thousand sacred sweets 
 
 Before we reach the heavenly fields, 
 Or walk the golden streets. 
 
 15 Then let our songs abound, 
 And every tear be dry; 
 We 're marching thro' Immanuel's ground 
 To fairer worlds on high. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1709. ab. 
 
166 
 
 CHRIST S GRACE EXTOLLED. CROSS-BEARING, 
 
 *-»UO •• Summi Parentis Filio." S. M. 
 
 1 To Christ, the Prince of peace, 
 
 And Son of God most high, 
 The Father of the world to come, 
 Sing we with holy joy.^ 
 
 2 Deep in His heart for us 
 
 The wound of love He bore, 
 That love, which still He kindles in 
 The hearts that Him adore. 
 
 3 O Jesus, Victim blest, 
 
 What else, but love divine, 
 Could Thee constrain to open thus 
 That sacred heart of Thine? 
 
 4 O Fount of endless life, 
 
 O Spring of waters clear, 
 O Flame celestial, cleansing all 
 Who unto Thee draw near: 
 
 5 Hide me in Thy dear heart, 
 
 For thither do I fly; 
 There seek Thy grace through life, in death 
 Thine immortality. 
 
 Roman Breviary. 
 Tr. by Rev. Edward Caswall. (1814 — ) 1849. 
 
 609 
 
 Singing in the Ways 0/ Cod. S. M. 
 
 Ps exxxviu. 5. 
 
 1 Now let our voices join 
 
 To form a sacred song ; 
 Ye pilgrims in Jehovah's ways, 
 With music pass along. 
 
 2 How straight the path appears, 
 
 How open, and how fair ! 
 No lurking gins t' entrap our feet; 
 No fierce destroyer there. 
 
 3 But flowers of paradise 
 
 In rich profusion spring; 
 The Sun of glory gilds the path, 
 And dear companions sing. 
 
 4 See Salem's golden spires 
 
 In beauteous prospect rise; 
 And brighter crowns than mortals wear, 
 Which sparkle through the skies. 
 
 5 All honor to His name, 
 
 Who marks the shining way; 
 To Him, who leads the wanderer on 
 To realms of endless day. 
 
 Rev. Philip Doddridge. (1702— 1751.) 1753. ab. and alt. 
 
 6 T * " We have left all." 8, 7. D. 
 
 1 U Mark x. 28. * ' 
 
 1 JESUS, I my cross have taken, 
 
 All to leave, and follow Thee ; 
 Destitute, despised, forsaken, 
 
 Thou, from hence, my all shalt be : 
 Perish, every fond ambition, 
 
 All I 've sought, and hoped, and 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 man, untrue; 
 And while Thou shalt smile upon me, 
 
 God of wisdom, love, and might, 
 Foes may hate, and friends may shun me, 
 
 Show Thy face and all is bright. 
 
 3 Go then, earthly fame and treasure ! 
 
 Come disaster, scorn, and pain ! 
 In Thy service, pain is pleasure; 
 
 With Thy favor, loss is gain. 
 I have called Thee, Abba, Father ; 
 
 I have stayed my heart on Thee : 
 Storms may howl, and clouds may gather, 
 
 All must work for good to me. 
 
 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. 
 O 'tis not in grief to harm me, 
 
 While Thy love is left to me ; 
 O 't were not in joy to charm me, 
 
 Were that joy unmixed with Thee. 
 
 Rev. Henry Fran-is Lyte. (1793 — 1847.) 1825. 
 
 f\ T t The End of Trials. 8, 7. D. 
 
 *J ± 1. (Second part 0/ preceding hymn.) 
 
 1 Take, my soul, thy full salvation, 
 
 Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care ; 
 Joy to find in every station 
 
 Something still to do or bear. 
 Think what Spirit dwells within thee ; 
 
 What a Father's smile is thine; 
 What a Saviour died to win thee: 
 
 Child of heaven, shouldst thou repine ? 
 
 2 Haste thee on from grace to glory, 
 Armed by faith, and winged by prayci 
 
GLORYING IN THE CROSS. GLORYING IN CHRIST, 
 
 167 
 
 Heaven's eternal day 's before thee, 
 God's own hand shall guide thee there 
 
 Soon shall close thy earthly mission, 
 Swift shall pass thy pilgrim days, 
 
 Hope soon change to glad fruition, 
 Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. 
 
 Rev. Henry Ftancis Lyte. 1S25. 
 
 6X <-> " In the Cross of Christ I glory." 8.7. 
 
 A * Gal. vi. 14. ' 
 
 1 In the cross of Christ I glory, 
 
 Towering o'er the wrecks of time ; 
 All the light of sacred story 
 Gathers round its head sublime. 
 
 2 When the woes of life o'ertake me, 
 
 Hopes deceive, and fears annoy, 
 Never shall the cross forsake me ; 
 Lo, it glows with peace and joy. 
 
 3 When the sun of bliss is beaming 
 
 Light and love upon my way, 
 From the cross the radiance streaming 
 Adds more lustre to the day. 
 
 4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, 
 
 By the cross are sanctified ; 
 Peace is there, that knows no measure, 
 Joys that through all time abide. 
 
 5 In the cross of Christ I glory, 
 
 Towering o'er the wrecks of time; 
 All the light of sacred story 
 
 Gathers round its head sublime. 
 
 Sir John Bownng. (1792 — 1872) 1825. 
 "*0 " Krcuz wir gmisscji dich von Herzen ' 8,7- 
 
 1 CROSS, reproach, and tribulation, 
 
 Ye to me arc welcome guests, 
 When I have this consolation, 
 That my soul in Jesus rests. 
 
 2 The reproach of Christ is glorious ; 
 
 Those who here His burden bear 
 In the end shall prove victorious, 
 And eternal gladness share. 
 
 3 Bear, then, the reproach of Jesus, 
 
 Ye who live a life of faith ; 
 Lift triumphant songs and praises, 
 E 'en in martyrdom and death. 
 
 4 Bonds, and stripes, and evil story, 
 
 Are our honorable crowns ; 
 
 Pain is peace, and shame is glory, 
 Gloomy dungeons are as thrones. 
 
 Ludwig Andreas Goiter. (1669 — 1735.) 1735. 
 Moravian Collection. 1754. 
 
 6T a The watchful Servant. R 7 
 
 I 4 Matt xxv. 7. *' 7 - 
 
 1 Earthly joys no longer please us, 
 
 Here would we renounce them all, 
 Seek our only rest in Jesus, 
 Him our Lord and Master call. 
 
 2 Faith, our languid spirits cheering, 
 
 Points to brighter worlds above, 
 Bids us look for His appearing, 
 Bids us triumph in His love. 
 
 3 May our lights be always burning, 
 
 And our loins be girded round, 
 Waiting for our Lord's returning, 
 Longing for the welcome sound. 
 
 4 Thus the Christian life adorning, 
 
 Never will we be afraid, 
 Should He come at night or morning, 
 Early dawn or evening shade. 
 
 Charles Lawrence Ford. — ab. 
 ^* ■*■ J Be not weary. 8, J . 
 
 1 YES, He knows the way is dreary, 
 
 Knows the weakness of our frame, 
 Knows that hand and heart are weary; 
 He in all points felt the same. 
 
 2 Look to Him, and faith shall brighten, 
 Hope shall soar, and faith shall burn ; 
 
 Peace once more thy heart shall brighten, 
 Rise, He calleth thee, return. 
 
 Miss Frances Ridley Havergal. 1872. ab. 
 
 6x f\ Not ashamed of Jesus. L. M. 
 
 IXJ Rom. i. 16. Heb. ii. 11. 
 
 1 JESUS, and shall it ever be, 
 
 A mortal man ashamed of Thee ? 
 Ashamed of Thee, whom angels praise, 
 Whose glories shine through endless days? 
 
 2 Ashamed of Jesus ! 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. 
 
1 68 
 
 GLORYING IN CHRIST. CONSECRATION TO CHRIST. 
 
 4 Ashamed of Jesus, that dear Friend 
 On whom my hopes of heaven depend ! 
 No, when I blush, be this my shame, 
 That I no more revere His name. 
 
 5 Ashamed of Jesus ! yes, I may, 
 When I 've no guilt to wash away, 
 No tear to wipe, no good to crave, 
 No fear to quell, no soul to save. 
 
 6 Till then, nor is my boasting vain, 
 Till then I boast a Saviour slain; 
 And O, may this my glory be, 
 That Christ is not ashamed of me. 
 
 Rev Joseph Gngg. (— 17CB) 1765. alt. 
 Rev. Benjamin Francis (1734 — 1799) 1787. 
 
 017 Bearing the Cross for Christ L, M. 
 
 1 MY precious LGrd, for Thy dear Name 
 I bear the cross, despise the shame ; 
 Nor do I faint, while Thou art near; 
 
 I lean on Thee ; how can I fear ? 
 
 2 No other name but Thine is given 
 
 To cheer my soul, in earth or heaven ; 
 No ^'ther wealth will I require ; 
 No other friend can I desire. 
 
 t Yea, into nothing would I fall 
 For Thee alone, my All in all ; 
 To feel Thy love, my only joy, 
 To tell Thy love, my sole employ. 
 
 Moiavian Collection. 1754 ab. 
 
 6jQ Cloying in the Cross of Christ. L. M. 
 
 ■*• O Gal vi 14 
 
 1 We sing the praise of Him who died, 
 
 Of Him who died upon the cross ; 
 The sinner's hope let men deride, 
 For this we count the world but loss. 
 
 2 Inscribed upon the cross we see, 
 
 In shining letters, "Gcd is Love;" 
 He bears our sins upon the tree, 
 He brings us mercy from above. 
 
 3 The cross ! it takes our guilt away: 
 
 It holds the fainting spirit up; 
 
 It cheers with hope the gloomy "day, 
 
 And sweetens every bitter cup. 
 
 4 It makes the coward spirit brave, 
 
 And nerves the feeble arm for fight ; 
 It takes its terror from the grave, 
 
 And gilds the bed of death with light ; 
 
 5 The balm of life, the cure of woe, 
 
 The measure and the pledge of love, 
 The sinner's refuge here below, 
 
 The angels' theme in heaven above. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Kelly. (1769 — 1S55.) 1S20. 
 
 6y f\ Christ's Service the Fruit 0/ our Labors. L. M. 
 1 y Phil. 1. 22. 
 
 1 My gracious Lord, I own Thy right 
 
 To every service I can pay, 
 And call it my supreme delight 
 To hear Thy dictates and obey. 
 
 2 What is my being but for Thee, 
 
 Its sure support, its noblest end, 
 Thine ever-smiling face to see, 
 
 And serve the cause of such a Friend ! 
 
 3 I would not breathe for worldly joy, 
 Or to increase my worldly good; 
 
 Nor future days nor powers employ 
 To spread a sounding name abroad. 
 
 4 'T is to my Saviour I would live, 
 
 To Him who for my ransom died; 
 Nor could the bowers of Eden give 
 Such bliss as blossoms at His side. 
 
 5 His work my hoary age shall bless, 
 
 When youthful vigor is no more; 
 And my last hour of life confess 
 His dying love, His saving power. 
 
 Rev. Philip Doddridge (1707 — 1751 ) 1755. alt. 
 \j£\J p j, Grace to surrender all. I_. M. 
 
 1 JESUS, our best beloved Friend, 
 
 Draw out our souls in pure desire; 
 Jesus, in love to us descend, 
 
 Baptize us with Thy Spirit's fire. 
 
 2 On Thy redeeming Name we call, 
 
 Poor and unworthy though We be: 
 Pardon and sanctify us all ; 
 
 Let each Thy full salvation see. 
 
 3 Our souls and bodies we resign, 
 
 To fear and follow Thy commands; 
 O take our hearts, our hearts are Thine, 
 Accept the service of our hands. 
 
 4 Firm, faithful, watching unto prayer, 
 
 May we Thy blessed will obey ; 
 Toil in Thy vineyard here, and bear 
 The heat and burden of the day. 
 
CONSECRATION TO CHRIST. CROSS-BEARING, 
 
 i6g 
 
 5 Yet, Lord, for us a resting-place, 
 
 In heaven, at Thy right hand prepare; 
 And till we see Thee face to face, 
 Be all our conversation there. 
 
 James Montgomery. (1771 — 1854 ) 1825. 
 
 Holiness and Grace. 
 Titus li. 10-13 
 
 621 
 
 1 So let our lips and lives express 
 The holy gospel we profess; 
 
 So let our works and virtues shine, 
 To prove the doctrine all divine. 
 
 2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad 
 The honors of our Saviour God ; 
 When His salvation reigns within, 
 And grace subdues the power of sin. 
 
 3 Our flesh and sense must be denied, 
 Passion and envy, lust and pride ; 
 While justice, temperance, truth, and love, 
 Our inward piety approve. 
 
 4 Religion bears our spirits up, 
 While we expect that blessed hope, 
 The bright appearance of the Lord, 
 And faith stands leaning on His word. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1709. si. alt 
 U22 No Cress, no Crozun. CM. 
 
 1 Must Jesus bear the cross alone, 
 
 And all the world go free ? 
 
 No there's a cross for every one, 
 
 And there 's a cross for me. 
 
 2 How happy are the saints above, 
 
 Who once went sorrowing here ! 
 But now they taste unmingled love, 
 And joy without a tear. 
 
 3 The consecrated cross I '11 bear, 
 
 Till death shall set me free; 
 And then go home my crown to wear, 
 For there 's a crown for me. 
 
 4 Upon the crystal pavement, down 
 
 At Jesus' pierced feet, 
 Joyful I '11 cast my golden crown, 
 And His dear Name repeat. 
 
 5 And palms shall wave, and harps shall ring, 
 
 Beneath heaven's arches high ; 
 The Lord that lives, the ransomed sing, 
 That lives, no more to die. 
 
 6 O precious cross ! O glorious crown ! 
 O resurrection day ! 
 Ye angels, from the stars come down, 
 And bear my soul away. 
 
 G. N Allen, vs. 1-3. 1849. alt 
 
 623 
 
 I am net ashamed" CM. 
 
 2 Tim. i. 12. 
 
 1 I 'M not ashamed to own my Lord, 
 
 Or to defend His cause, 
 Maintain the honor of His word, 
 The glory of His cross. 
 
 2 Jesus, my Gcd ! I know His Name, 
 
 His Name is all my trust ; 
 Nor will He put my soul to shame, 
 Nor let my hope be lost. 
 
 3 Firm as His throne His promise stands, 
 
 And He can well secure 
 What I 've committed to His hands, 
 Till the decisive hour. 
 
 4 Then will He own my worthless name 
 
 Before His Father's face, 
 
 And in the New Jerusalem 
 
 Appoint my soul a place. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Wstts. 1709. 
 
 Christ oitr Example. 
 John xv. 13. 
 
 C M. 
 
 624 
 
 1 LORD, as to Thy dear cross we flee, 
 
 And plead to be forgiven, 
 So let Thy life our pattern be, 
 And form cur souls for heaven. 
 
 2 Help us, through gcod report and ill, 
 
 Our daily cross to bear; 
 Like Thee, to do our Father's will, 
 Our brethren's griefs to share. 
 
 3 If joy shall at Thy bidding fly, 
 
 And grief's dark day come on, 
 We in our turn would meekly cry, 
 Father, Thy will be done. 
 
 4 Should friends misjudge, or foes defame, 
 
 Or brethren faithless prove, 
 Then, like Thine own, be all our aim 
 To conquer them by love. 
 
 5 Kept peaceful in the midst of strife, 
 
 Forgiving and forgiven, 
 O may we lead the pilgrim's life, 
 And follow Thee to heaven. 
 
 Rev. John Hampden Gurney. (180: — 1S62.) 1838. ab. 
 
WARFARE. 
 
 170 
 
 firy* ''Quit you like Men." CM. 
 
 "^3 1 Cor. xvi. 13. 
 
 1 Am I a soldier of the cross, 
 
 A follower of the Lamb ? 
 And shall I fear to own His cause, 
 Or blush to speak His name? 
 
 2 Must I be carried to the skies 
 
 On flowery beds of ease, 
 While others fought to win the prize, 
 And sailed 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 ? 
 
 4 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 conquer though they die ; 
 They view the triumph from afar, 
 And seize it with their eye. 
 
 6 When that illustrious day shall rise, 
 
 And all Thine armies shine 
 In robes of victory through the skies, 
 The glory shall be Thine. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674—1748) 1720. 
 
 'Hinder me net. 
 Gen. xxiv. 56. 
 
 The High-way to Zion. 
 Is. xxxv. S— 10. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 627 
 
 1 Sing, ye redeemed of the Lord, 
 
 Your great Deliverer sing: 
 Pilgrims for Zion's city bound, 
 Be joyful in your King. 
 
 2 A hand divine shall lead you on 
 
 Through all the blissful road, 
 Till to the sacred mount you rise, 
 And see your smiling God. 
 
 3 There garlands of immortal joy 
 
 Shall bloom on every head : 
 While sorrow, sighing, and distress, 
 Like shadows all are fled. 
 
 4 March on in your Redeemer's strength ; 
 Pursue His footsteps still; 
 And let the prospect cheer your eye, 
 While laboring up the hill. 
 
 Rev. Philip Doddridge. (1702—1731.) 1755. 
 
 : The whole A riitor.' 
 Eph. vi. 11 — 18. 
 
 S. M. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 626 
 
 1 In all my Lord's appointed ways, 
 
 My journey I '11 pursue; 
 Hinder me not, ye much-loved saints, 
 For I must go with you. 
 
 2 Through floods and flames, if Jesus lead, 
 
 I '11 follow where He goes ; 
 Hinder me not ! shall be my cry, 
 Though earth and hell oppose. 
 
 3 Through duty, and through trials too, 
 
 I'll go at His command; 
 Hinder me not, for I am bound 
 To my Immanuel's land. 
 
 4 And when my Saviour calls me home, 
 
 Still this my cry shall be, 
 Hinder me not ! come, welcome death ! 
 I'll gladly go with thee. 
 
 Rev. John Ryland. (1753 — 1825.) 1773. ab. 
 
 628 
 
 i Soldiers of Christ, arise, 
 And put your armor on, 
 Strong in the strength which God supplies 
 Through His eternal Son. 
 
 2 Strong in the Lord of hosts, 
 
 And in His mighty power, 
 Who in the strength of Jesus trusts, 
 Is more than conqueror. 
 
 3 Stand, then, in His great might, 
 
 With all His strength endued, 
 And take, to arm you for the fight, 
 The panoply of God; 
 
 4 That, having all things done, 
 
 And all your conflicts past, 
 Ye may o'ercome through Christ alone, 
 And stand entire at last. 
 
 5 Leave no unguarded place, 
 
 No weakness of the soul; 
 Take every virtue, every grace, 
 And fortify the whole. 
 
 6 To keep your armor bright, 
 
 Attend with constant care, 
 Still walking in your Captain's sight, 
 And watching unto prayer. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (170S- 178S.) 1749. ab. 
 
WARFARE, 
 
 171 
 
 629 
 
 " Lead on." S. M. 
 
 i Lead on, almighty Lord, 
 Lead on to victory ! 
 Encouraged by the bright reward 
 With joy to follow Thee. 
 
 2 We '11 follow Thee, our Guide, 
 
 Our Saviour and our King ; 
 We'll follow Thee, through grace supplied 
 From heaven's eternal spring. 
 
 3 We hope to see the day 
 
 When all our toils shall cease ; 
 When we shall cast our arms away, 
 And dwell in endless peace. 
 
 4 This hope supports us here, 
 
 It makes our burdens light; 
 'T will serve our drooping hearts to cheer 
 Till faith shall end in sight ; 
 
 5 Till, of the prize possessed, 
 
 We hear of war no more ; 
 And O, sweet thought ! forever rest 
 On yonder peaceful shore. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Kelly. (1769 — 1855.) 1809. 
 
 63O 
 
 " Be on thy Guard." 
 
 1 My soul, be on thy guard ; 
 
 Ten thousand foes arise, 
 And hosts of sins are pressing hard 
 To draw Thee from the skies. 
 
 2 O watch, and fight, and pray, 
 
 The battle ne'er give o'er; 
 Renew it boldly every day, 
 And help divine implore. 
 
 3 Ne'er think the victory won, 
 
 Nor once at ease sit down ; 
 Thine arduous work will not be done 
 Till Thou receive thy crown. 
 
 4 Fight on, my soul, till death 
 
 Shall bring thee to thy God ; 
 He'll take thee at thy parting breath, 
 To His divine abode- 
 
 George Heath, 
 
 S. M. 
 
 "Keep the Charge of the Lord." 
 Lev. viii. 35. 
 
 631 
 
 1 A charge to keep I have, 
 A God to glorify, 
 A never-dying soul to save, 
 And fit it for the sky ; 
 
 1781. 
 S. M. 
 
 2 To serve the present age, 
 
 My calling to fulfil : 
 O may it all my powers engage 
 To do my Master's will. 
 
 3 Arm me with jealous care, 
 
 As in Thy sight to live, 
 And O Thy servant, Lord, prepare 
 A strict account to give. 
 
 4 Help me to watch and pray, 
 
 And on Thyself rely, 
 Assured, if I my trust betray, 
 I shall for ever die. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. 1762 
 
 632 
 
 " Watch and pray." 
 Eph. v. 14. 
 
 S. M. 
 
 i 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 For each assault prepared 
 
 And ready may I be ; 
 For ever standing on my guard, 
 And looking up to Thee. 
 
 4 Thou seest my feebleness; 
 
 Jesus, be Thou my power, 
 
 My help and refuge in distress, 
 
 My fortress and my tower. 
 
 5 Cause me to trust in Thee, 
 
 Be Thou my sure abode; 
 My horn, and rock, and buckler be, 
 My Saviour, and my God. 
 
 6 Myself I cannot save, 
 
 Myself I cannot keep; 
 But strength in Thee I surely have, 
 Whose eyelids never sleep. 
 
 7 My soul to Thee alone 
 
 Now, therefore, I commend; 
 Thou Jesus, having loved Thine own, 
 Shalt love me to the end. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley 1749. ab. 
 
172 
 
 WARFARE. 
 
 633 
 
 " Weigh not thy Lifer S. M. 
 
 1 My soul, weigh not thy life 
 
 Against thy heavenly crown ; 
 Nor suffer Satan's deadliest strife 
 To beat thy courage down. 
 
 2 With prayer and crying strong, 
 
 Hold on the fearful fight, 
 And let the breaking day prolong 
 The wrestling of the night. 
 
 3 The battle soon will yield, 
 
 If thou thy part fulfil; 
 For strong as is the hostile shield, 
 Thy sword is stronger still. 
 
 4 Thine armor is divine, 
 
 Thy feet with victory shod ; 
 And on thy head shall quickly shine 
 The diadem of God. 
 
 Unknown Author. 
 
 635 
 
 634 
 
 "Verzage tticht, die Hanfiein l'ein."C P. M. 
 
 i Fear not, O little flock, the foe 
 Who madly seeks your overthrow, 
 
 Dread not his rage and power : 
 What tho' your courage sometimes faints, 
 His seeming triumph o'er God's saints 
 Lasts but a little hour. 
 
 2 Be of good cheer; your cause belongs 
 To Him who can avenge your wrongs; 
 
 Leave it to Him, our Lord. 
 Though hidden yet from mortal eyes, 
 Salvation shall for you arise : 
 
 He girdeth on His sword ! 
 
 3 As true as God's own word is true, 
 Not earth nor hell with all their crew 
 
 Against us shall prevail. 
 A jest and byword are they grown: 
 God is with us; we are His own; 
 
 Our victory cannot fail. 
 
 4 Amen, Lord Jesus, grant our prayer ! 
 Great Captain, now Thine arm make bare; 
 
 Fight for us once again ! 
 So shall Thy saints and martyrs raise 
 A mighty chorus to Thy praise, 
 
 World without end. Amen. 
 
 Gustavus Adolphus. (1594 — 1632.) 1631. in prose. 
 
 Rev Jacob Fabricius. (1593—1654.) 1631. inverse. 
 
 Tr. by M133 Catherine Wmkworth. (1829 — ) 1855. alt. 
 
 Casting our Core on God. C. P. M. 
 
 1 Pet. v. 7. 
 
 r O Lord, how happy should we be 
 If we could cast our care on Thee, 
 
 If we from self could rest; 
 And feel at heart that One above 
 In perfect wisdom, perfect love, 
 
 Is working for the best. 
 
 2 How far from this our daily life, 
 How oft disturbed by anxious strife, 
 
 By sudden wild alarms ; 
 O could we but relinquish all 
 Our earthly props, and simply fall 
 
 On Thine almighty arms ! 
 
 3 Could we but kneel and cast our load. 
 E'en while we pray, upon our God, 
 
 Then rise with lightened cheer; 
 Sure that the Father who is nigh 
 To still the famished raven's cry, 
 
 Will hear in that we fear. 
 
 4 We cannot trust Him as we should ; 
 So chafes weak nature's restless mood 
 
 To cast its peace away ; 
 But birds and flowerets round us preach, 
 All, all the present evil teach 
 Sufficient for the day. 
 
 5 Lord, make these faithless hearts of ours 
 Such lessons learn from birds and flowers; 
 
 Make them from self to cense, 
 Leave all things to a Father's will, 
 And taste, before Him lying still, 
 
 E'en in affliction, peace. 
 
 Prof. Joseph Anstice. (1S0S— 1836.) 1836. 
 
 636 
 
 In Affliction. C. P. M. 
 
 1 "Father, Thy will, not mine, be done !" 
 So prayed on earth Thy suffering Son, 
 
 So in His Name I pray: 
 The spirit fails, the flesh is weak; 
 Thy help in agony I seek ; 
 
 O take the cup away. 
 
 2 If such be not Thy sovereign will, 
 Thy wiser purpose then fulfil ; 
 
 My wishes I resign ; 
 Into Thy hands my soul commend, 
 On Thee for life or death depend ; 
 
 Thy will be done, not mine. 
 
 James Montgomery. (1771 — 1854.) 1853 
 
WARFARE, 
 
 *73 
 
 637 
 
 The Tempest. 8, 6. 
 
 1 Oft when the waves of passion rise, 
 And storms of life conceal the skies, 
 
 And o'er the ocean sweep, 
 Tossed in the long tempestuous night, 
 We feel no ray of heavenly light 
 
 To cheer the lonely deep. 
 
 2 But lo, in our extremity, 
 
 The Saviour walking on the sea ! 
 
 E'en now He passes by ! 
 He silences our clamorous fear, 
 And mildly says, "Be of good cheer, 
 
 Be not afraid, 'tis I." 
 
 3 Ah, Lord, if it be Thou indeed, 
 So near us in our time of need, 
 
 So good, so strong to save, 
 Speak the kind word of power to me, 
 Bid me believe, and come to Thee, 
 
 Swift walking on the wave. 
 
 4 He bids me come ! His voice I know, 
 And boldly on the waters go, 
 
 And brave the tempest's shock: 
 O'er rude temptations now I bound, 
 The billows yield a solid ground, 
 
 The wave is firm as rock. 
 
 5 Come in, come in, Thou Prince of Peace, 
 And all the storms of sin shall cease, 
 
 And fall, no more to rise ; 
 O, if Thy Spirit still remain, 
 Our rest on distant shores we gain, 
 
 Our haven in the skies. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708 — 1788.) 1749. ab. and alt. 
 
 Who suffer for our Master here, 
 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 hope ! 
 It lifts the fainting spirits up, 
 
 It brings to life the dead: 
 Our conflicts here shall soon be past, 
 And you and I ascend at last, 
 
 Triumphant with our Head. 
 
 5 That great mysterious Deity 
 
 We soon with open face shall see : 
 
 The beatific sight 
 Shall fill the heavenly courts with praise, 
 And wide diffuse the golden blaze 
 
 Of everlasting light. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. 1749. ah. 
 
 639 
 
 ' Forward into Light f 
 Jix. xiv. 15. 
 
 6,5- 
 
 638 
 
 1 Come on. 
 
 8, 6. 
 
 1 Come on, my partners in distress, 
 My comrades through the wilderness, 
 
 Who still your bodies feel : 
 Awhile forget your griefs and fears, 
 And look beyond the vale of tears, 
 
 To that celestial hill. 
 
 2 Beyond the bounds of time and space, 
 Look forward to that happy place, 
 
 The saints' secure abode; 
 On faith's strong eagle pinions rise, 
 And force your passage to the skies, 
 
 And scale the mount cf God. 
 12 
 
 Forward ! be our watchword, 
 
 Steps and voices joined ; 
 Seek the things before us, 
 
 Not a look behind: 
 Burns the fiery pillar 
 
 At our army's head ; 
 Who shall dream of shrinking, 
 
 By our Captain led? 
 Forward through the desert, 
 
 Through the toil and fight: 
 Jordan flows before us, 
 
 Zion beams with light ! 
 
 Forward, flock of Jesus, 
 
 Salt of all the earth ; 
 Till each yearning purpose 
 
 Spring to glorious birth : 
 Sick, they ask for healing, 
 
 Blind, they grope for day; 
 Pour upon the nations 
 
 Wisdom's loving ray. 
 Forward, out of error, 
 
 Leave behind the night; 
 Forward through the darkness, 
 
 Forward into Light ! 
 
 Glories upon glories 
 
 Hath our God prepared, 
 
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 WARFARE. 
 
 64O 
 
 By the souls that love Him 
 
 One day to be shared : 
 Eye hath not beheld them, 
 
 Ear hath never heard; 
 Nor of these hath uttered 
 
 Thought or speech a word : 
 Forward, marching eastward 
 
 Where the heaven is bright, 
 Till the veil be lifted, 
 
 Till our faith be sight ! 
 
 Far o'er yon horizon 
 
 Rise the city towers, 
 Where our God abideth; 
 
 That fair home is ours: 
 Flash the streets with jasper, 
 
 Shine the gates with gold; 
 Flows the gladdening river 
 
 Shedding joys untold; 
 Thither, onward thither, 
 
 In the Spirit's might: 
 Pilgrims to your country, 
 
 Forward into Light ! 
 
 Rev. Henry Alford. (1810 — 1871.) 1865. ab. 
 
 "Onward, Christian Soldiers." 
 
 1 Onward, Christian soldiers, 
 
 Marching as to war, 
 With the cross of Jesus 
 
 Going on before. 
 Christ the royal Master 
 Leads against the foe; 
 Forward into battle, 
 See, his banner go. 
 
 Onward, Christian soldiers, 
 
 Marching as to war, 
 With the cross of Jesus 
 Going on before. 
 
 2 At the sign of triumph 
 
 Satan's host doth flee ; 
 On then, Christian soldiers, 
 
 On to victory. 
 Hell's foundations quiver 
 
 At the shout of praise; 
 Brothers, lift your voices, 
 
 Loud your anthems raise. 
 Onward, &c. 
 
 3 Like a mighty army 
 
 Moves the Church of God; 
 
 6,5- 
 
 Brothers, we are treading 
 Where the saints have trod; 
 
 We are not divided, 
 All one body we, 
 
 One in hope and doctrine, 
 One in charity. 
 Onward, Sec. 
 
 4 Crowns and thrones may perish, 
 
 Kingdoms rise and wane, • 
 But the Church of Jesus 
 
 Constant will remain; 
 Gates of hell can never 
 
 'Gainst that Church prevail; 
 We have Christ's own promise, 
 
 And that cannot fail. 
 Onward, Sec. 
 
 5 Onward, then, ye people, 
 
 Join our happy throng, 
 Blend with ours your voices 
 
 In the triumph-song; 
 Glory, laud, and honor 
 
 Unto Christ the King; 
 This through countless ages, 
 
 Men and angels sing. 
 Onward, See. 
 
 Rev. Sabine Baring Gould. (1834—) 1863. ab. 
 
 64I 
 
 God is our Leader. 
 Ps. lxxvii. 
 
 7,6. 
 
 In time of tribulation, 
 
 Hear, Lord, my feeble cries; 
 With humble supplication 
 
 To Thee my spirit flies: 
 My heart with grief is breaking; 
 
 Scarce can my heart complain : 
 Mine eyes with tears kept waking, 
 
 Still watch and weep in vain. 
 
 Hath God cast off forever? 
 
 Can time His truth impair? 
 His tender mercy, never 
 
 Shall I presume to share ? 
 Hath He His loving-kindness 
 
 Shut up in endless wrath? 
 No ; this is mine own blindness, 
 
 That cannot see His path. 
 
 I call to recollection 
 
 The years of His right hand; 
 And, strong in His protection, 
 
 Again through faith I stand: 
 
WARFARE. 
 
 *75 
 
 Thy deeds, O Lord, are wonder. 
 
 Holy are all Thy ways ; 
 The secret place of thunder, 
 
 Shall utter forth Thy praise. 
 
 4 Thee, with the tribes assembled, 
 
 O God, the billows saw; 
 They saw Thee and they trembled, 
 
 Turned, and stood still with awe ; 
 Through the wild sea Thou leddest 
 
 Thy chosen flock of yore : 
 Still on the waves Thou treadest, 
 
 And Thy redeemed pass o'er. 
 
 James Montgomery. (1771 — 1854.) 1822. ab. 
 
 642 
 
 Christ keeps us. 7, 6. 
 
 i O Lamb of God, still keep me 
 
 Near to Thy wounded side ; 
 'T is only there in safety 
 
 And peace I can abide. 
 What foes and snares surround me, 
 
 What doubts and fears within ! 
 The grace that sought and found me, 
 
 Alone can keep me clean. 
 
 2 'Tis only in Thee hiding, 
 
 I know my life secure ; 
 Only in Thee abiding, 
 
 The conflict can endure: 
 Thine arm the victory gaineth 
 
 O'er even- hateful foe ; 
 Thy love my heart sustaineth, 
 
 In all its care and woe. 
 
 3 Soon shall my eyes behold Thee 
 
 With rapture face to face ; 
 One half hath not been told me 
 
 Of all Thy power and grace ; 
 Thy beauty, Lord, and glory, 
 
 The wonders of Thy love, 
 Shall be the endless story 
 
 Of all Thy saints above. 
 
 James George Deck. 1857. 
 
 Till every foe is vanquished, 
 
 And Christ is Lord indeed. 
 Stand up, stand up for Jesus, 
 
 The trumpet call obey ; 
 Forth to the mighty conflict, 
 
 In this His glorious day : 
 "Ye that are men, now serve Him" 
 
 Against unnumbered foes ; 
 Let courage rise with danger, 
 
 And strength to strength oppose. 
 Stand up, stand up for Jesus, 
 
 Stand in His strength alone ; 
 The arm of flesh will fail you, 
 
 Ye dare not trust your own : 
 Put on the gospel armor, 
 
 Each piece put on with prayer; 
 Where duty calls, or danger, 
 
 Be never wanting there. 
 
 Stand up, stand up for Jesus, 
 
 The strife will not be long ; 
 This day the noise of battle, 
 
 The next the victor's song: 
 To him that overcometh, 
 
 A crown of life shall be; 
 He with the King of Glory 
 
 Shall reign eternally. 
 
 Rev. George Duffield, Jr. (1818— ) 1858. a 
 
 644 
 
 643 
 
 " Stand up, stand up for Jesus!" 
 
 I Stand up, stand up for Jesus, 
 Ye soldiers of the cross ; 
 
 Lift high His royal banner, 
 It must not suffer loss : 
 
 From victory unto victory 
 His army shall He lead, 
 
 7,6. 
 
 " Go forward, Christian Soldier." 
 
 1 Go forward. Christian soldier, 
 
 Beneath His banner true : 
 The Lord Himself, thy Leader, 
 
 Shall all thy foes subdue. 
 His love foretells thy trials, 
 
 He knows thine hourly need; 
 He can, with bread of heaven, 
 
 Thy fainting spirit feed. 
 
 2 Go forward. Christian soldier, 
 
 Fear not'the secret foe; 
 Far more are o'er thee watching 
 
 Than human eyes can know. 
 Trust only Christ, thy Captain, 
 
 Cease not to watch and pray ; 
 Heed not the trcach'rous voices, 
 
 That lure thy soul astray. 
 
 3 Go forward, Christian soldier, 
 
 Nor dream of peaceful rest, 
 
 Till Satan's host is vanquished, 
 
 And heaven is all possest ; 
 
 7,6. 
 
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 WARFARE. 
 
 Till Christ Himself shall call thee 
 
 To lay thine armor by, 
 And wear, in endless glory, 
 
 The crown of victory. 
 
 4 Go forward, Christian soldier, 
 
 Fear not the gathering night; » 
 The Lord has been thy shelter, 
 
 The Lord will be thy light; 
 When morn His face revealeth, 
 
 Thy dangers all are past ; 
 O pray that faith and virtue 
 
 May keep thee to the last. 
 
 Rev. Laurence Tuttiett. (1825 — ) 1854. 
 
 645 
 
 " Faint not. Christian." 7" 
 
 i FAINT not, Christian, though the road, 
 Leading to thy blest abode, 
 Darksome be, and dangerous too ; 
 Christ thy Guide will bring thee through 
 
 2 Faint not Christian, though in rage 
 Satan would thy soul engage ; 
 Gird on faith's anointed shield, 
 Bear it to the battle-field. 
 
 3 Faint not, Christian, though the world 
 Has its hostile flag unfurled; 
 
 Hold the cross of Jesus fast, 
 Thou shalt overcome at last. 
 
 4 Faint not, Christian, though within 
 There's a heart so prone to sin; 
 Christ, the Lord, is over all, 
 
 He'll not suffer thee to fall. 
 
 5 Faint not, Christian, Jesus near 
 Soon in glory will appear ; 
 And His love will then bestow 
 Power to conquer every foe. 
 
 6 Faint not, Christian, look on high; 
 See the harpers in the sky : 
 Patient, wait, and thou wilt join 
 Chant with them of love divine. 
 
 Rev. James Harrington Evans. (1785 — 1840.) 1833. 
 
 646 
 
 The Conflict soon over. 
 
 i Brethren, while we sojourn here, 
 Fight we must, but should not fear; 
 Foes wc have, but we've a Friend, 
 One that loves us to the end : 
 Forward, then, with courage go; 
 Long we shall not dwell below ; 
 
 Soon the joyful news will come, 
 
 " Child, your Father calls, come home !" 
 
 2 In the way a thousand snares 
 Lie, to take us unawares ; 
 Satan, with malicious art, 
 Watches each unguarded part : 
 But, from Satan's malice free, 
 Saints shall soon victorious be; 
 Soon the joyful news will come, 
 
 " Child, your Father calls, come home !" 
 
 3 But of all the foes we meet, 
 None so oft mislead our feet, 
 None betray us into sin 
 
 Like the foes that dwell within ; 
 Yet let nothing spoil our peace, 
 Christ shall also conquer these ; 
 Soon the joyful news will come, 
 "Child, your Father calls, come home!" 
 
 Rev. Joseph Swain. (1761 — 1796.) 1792. 
 047 Welcome Cross. 7- 
 
 1 'T IS my happiness below, 
 
 Not to live without the cross, 
 But the Saviour's power to know, 
 Sanctifying every loss. 
 
 2 Trials must and will befall ; 
 
 But with humble faith to see 
 Love inscribed upon them all, 
 This is happiness to me. 
 
 3 Trials make the promise sweet; 
 
 Trials give new life to prayer; 
 Trials bring me to His feet, 
 
 Lay me low, and keep me there. 
 
 William Cowper. (1731 — 1800.) 1779. ab. 
 
 Pressing on. 
 Phil. iii. 12 — 14. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 648 
 
 1 Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve, 
 
 And press with vigor on : 
 A heavenly race demands thy zeal, 
 And an immortal crown. 
 
 2 A cloud of witnesses around 
 
 Hold thee in full survey: 
 Forget the steps already trod, 
 And onward urge thy way. 
 
 'Tis God's all-animating voice 
 That calls thee from on high ; 
 
 'T is His own hand presents the prize 
 To thine aspiring eye : — 
 
WARFARE AND RACE. 
 
 177 
 
 4. That prize with peerless glories bright, 
 Which shall new lustre boast, 
 When victors' wreaths and monarchs' gems 
 Shall blend in common dust. 
 
 5 Blest Saviour, introduced by Thee, 
 Have I my race begun; 
 And crowned with victory, at Thy feet 
 I '11 lay my honors down. 
 
 Rev. Philip Doddridge. (1702 — 1751.) 1755. 
 O49 The Martyr -Spirit. CM. 
 
 i The Son of God goes forth to war, 
 A kingly crown to gain; 
 His blood-red banner streams afar: 
 Who follows in His train ? 
 
 2 Who best can drink His cup of woe, 
 
 Triumphant over pain, 
 Who patient bears His cross below, 
 He follows in His train. 
 
 3 The martyr first, whose eagle eye 
 
 Could pierce beyond the grave, 
 Who saw his Master in the sky, 
 And called on Him to save : 
 
 4 Like Him, with pardon on his tongue, 
 
 In midst of mortal pain, 
 He prayed for them that did the wrong: 
 Who follows in his train? 
 
 5 A glorious band, the chosen few 
 
 On whom the Spirit came, 
 Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew, 
 And mocked the cross and flame ; 
 
 6 They climbed the steep ascent of heaven 
 
 Through peril, toil, and pain: 
 O God, to us may grace be given 
 To follow in their train. 
 
 Bp Reginald Heber. (17S3— 1826.) 1827. ab. 
 
 650 
 
 The hard IV ay. 
 
 Our journey is a thorny maze, 
 But we march upward still, 
 
 Forget these troubles of the ways, 
 And reach at Z ion's hill. 
 
 See the kind angels, at the gates, 
 
 Inviting us to come ! 
 There Jesus, the Forerunner, waits 
 
 To welcome travellers home. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 3 There, on a green ana flowery mount, 
 
 Our weary souls shall sit, 
 And, with transporting joys, recount 
 The labors of our feet. 
 
 4 Eternal glories to the King, 
 
 Who brought us safely through, 
 Our tongues shall never cease to sing, 
 And endless praise renew. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 174S.) 1709. ab. 
 
 05 I The Christian Warfare. L. M. 
 
 i Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears- 
 And gird the gospel armor on ; 
 March to the gates of endless joy, 
 
 Where Jesus our great Captain's gone. 
 
 2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course, 
 
 But hell and sin are vanquished foes ; 
 Thy Jesus nailed them to the cross, 
 And sung the triumph when He rose. 
 
 3 Then let my soul march boldly on, 
 Press forward to the heavenly gate ; 
 
 There peace and joy eternal reign, 
 
 And glittering robes for conquerors wait. 
 
 4 There shall I wear a starry crown, 
 
 And triumph in almighty grace ; 
 While all the armies of the skies 
 Join in my glorious Leader's praise. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1709. ab. and alt. 
 
 " TJic good Fig! it." 
 1 Tim. vi. 12. 
 
 052 1 Tim. vi. 12. L. M. 
 
 1 Fight the good fight with all thy might, 
 Christ is thy strength, and Christ thy right ; 
 Lay hold on life, and it shall be 
 
 Thy joy and crown eternally. 
 
 2 Run the straight race through God's good 
 Lift up thine eyes,and seekHis face; [grace, 
 Life with its' way before us lies, 
 
 Christ is the path, and Christ the prize. 
 
 3 Cast care aside, upon thy Guide 
 Lean, and His mercy will provide ; 
 Lean, and the trusting soul shall prove 
 Christ is its life, and Christ its love. 
 
 4 Faint not nor fear, His arms are near, 
 He changeth not, and thou art dear: 
 Only believe, and thou shaft see 
 That Christ is All in all to thee. 
 
 Rev. John Samuel Bewley Monsell. (1S11 — ) 1863. 
 
I 7 8 
 
 WARFARE AND RACE. 
 
 ^53 The Call to Vigilance. L. M. 
 
 1 Awake, my soul, lift up thine eyes : 
 See where thy foes against thee rise, 
 In long array, a numerous host: 
 \wake, my soul, or thou art lost. 
 
 2 See where rebellious passions rage, 
 And fierce desires and lusts engage; 
 The meanest foe of all the train 
 
 Has thousands and ten thousands slain. 
 
 3 Thou tread'st upon enchanted ground, 
 Perils and snares beset thee round ; 
 Beware of all, guard every part, 
 
 But most, the traitor in thy heart. 
 
 4 Come, then, my soul, now learn to wield 
 The weight of thine immortal shield; 
 Put on the armor from above 
 
 Of heavenly truth, and heavenly love. 
 
 5 The terror and the charm repel, 
 
 The powers of earth, and powers of hell ; 
 The Man of Calvary triumphed here: 
 Why should His faithful followers fear? 
 
 Mrs. Anna Laetitia Barbauld. (1743 — 1825) 1773. ab. 
 
 4 From Thee, the overflowing spring, 
 
 Our souls shall drink a full supply ; 
 While such as trust their native strength, 
 Shall melt away, and droop, and die. 
 
 5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air, 
 
 We'll mount aloft to Thine abode; 
 On wings of love our souls shall fly, 
 Nor tire amidst the heavenly road. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 17c 
 
 656 
 
 654 
 
 " Uphold me. Lord" L. M. 
 
 Ps. ix. 
 
 i UPHOLD me, Lord, too prone to stray, 
 Uphold me in Thy narrow way ; 
 From sin and folly bid me flee, 
 And turn from all who turn from Thee. 
 
 2 The cloud and pillar of Thy word, 
 Be this my guide, my comfort, Lord, 
 By day, by night, at hand to bless, 
 And lead me through the wilderness. 
 
 Rev. Henry Francis Lyte. (1793 — 1847 ) 1834. ab. 
 
 The Christian Race. 
 Is. xl. 2S-31 
 
 L. M. 
 
 655 
 
 i Awake, our souls, away our fears, 
 
 Let every trembling thought be gone ; 
 Awake, and run the heavenly race, 
 And put a cheerful courage on. 
 
 2 True, 't is a strait and thorny road, 
 
 And mortal spirits tire and faint ; 
 But they forget the mighty God, 
 
 Who feeds the strength of every saint : 
 
 3 The mighty God, whose matchless power 
 
 Is ever new, and ever young, 
 And firm endures, while endless years 
 Their everlasting circles run. 
 
 Walking by Faith. L. .... 
 
 1 'T IS by the faith of joys to come, 
 
 We walk through deserts dark as night ; 
 Till we arrive at heaven, our home, 
 Faith is our guide, and faith our light. 
 
 2 The want of sight she well supplies ; 
 
 She makes the pearly gates appear; 
 Far into distant worlds she pries, 
 And brings eternal glories near. 
 
 3 Cheerful we tread the desert through, 
 
 While faith inspires a heavenly ray ; 
 
 Though lions roar and tempests blow, 
 
 And rocks and dangers fill the way. 
 
 4 So Abr'am, by divine command, 
 
 Left his own house to walk with God; 
 His faith beheld the promised land, 
 And fired his zeal along the road. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1 709. 
 
 Our City yet to come. 
 Heb. xiii, 14 
 
 L. M. 
 
 657 
 
 1 " We 've no abiding city here :" 
 
 Sad truth, were this to be our home ; 
 But let the thought our spirits cheer, 
 " We seek a city yet to come." 
 
 2 " We 've no abiding city here," 
 
 We seek a city out of sight, 
 Zion its name, the Lord is there, 
 It shines with everlasting light. 
 
 3 Zion ! Jehovah is her strength ! 
 
 Secure she smiles at all her foes ; 
 And weary travellers at length 
 Within her sacred walls repose. 
 
 4 O sweet abode of peace and love, 
 Where pilgrims freed from toil are blest: 
 
 Had I the pinions of the dove, 
 I 'd ily to thee, and be at rest. 
 
PILGRIMAGE 
 
 179 
 
 5 But hush, my soul, nor dare repine ! 
 The time my God appoints is best: 
 While here, to do His will be mine, 
 And His to fix my time of rest. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Kelly. (1769— 1855.) 1817, 1853. ab. 
 
 658 
 
 Seeking a Country. 6,6,8,6,4,7, 
 
 Heb. xi. 14. 
 
 i From Egypt lately come, 
 
 Where death and darkness reign, 
 We seek our new, our better home, 
 Where we our rest shall gain. 
 Hallelujah ! 
 We are on our way to God. 
 
 2 To Canaan's sacred bound 
 
 We haste with songs of joy, 
 Where peace and liberty are found, 
 And sweets that never cloy. 
 Hallelujah ! 
 We are on our way to God. 
 
 3 Our toils and conflicts cease 
 
 On Canaan's happy shore; 
 We there shall dwell in endless peace, 
 And never hunger more. 
 Hallelujah ! 
 We are on our way to God. 
 
 4 There, in celestial strains, 
 
 Enraptured myriads sing ; 
 There love in every bosom reigns, 
 For God Himself is King. 
 Hallelujah ! 
 We are on our way to God. 
 
 5 We soon shall join the throng, 
 
 Their pleasures we shall share; 
 And sing the everlasting song 
 With all the ransomed there. 
 Hallelujah ! 
 We are on our way to God. 
 
 6 How sweet the prospect is ! 
 
 It cheers the pilgrim's breast ; 
 We 're journeying thro' the wilderness, 
 But soon shall gain our rest. 
 Hallelujah ! 
 We are on our way to God. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Kelly. 1812, 1853. ab. 
 ^59 Pressing on. 6,6,8,6,4,7. 
 
 i This is the day of toil 
 
 Beneath earth's sultry noon ; 
 
 This is the day of service true, 
 But the rest cometh soon. 
 Hallelujah ! 
 There remains a rest for us. 
 
 2 Serve we our God in faith, 
 
 No work for Him is vain ; 
 Blessed and holy is the toil, 
 And infinite the gain. 
 Hallelujah ! 
 There remains a rest for us. 
 
 3 Spend and be spent would we, 
 
 While lasteth time's brief day; 
 No turning back in coward fear, 
 No lingering by the way. 
 Hallelujah ! 
 There remains a rest for us. 
 
 4 Onward we press in haste, 
 
 Upward our journey still; 
 Ours is the path the Master trod, 
 Through good report and ill. 
 Hallelujah ! 
 There remains a rest for us. 
 
 5 We have forsaken all, 
 
 Jesus, to follow Thee ; 
 We counted well the cost, O Lord, 
 We pay it cheerfully. 
 Hallelujah ! 
 There remains a rest for us. 
 
 6 The way may rougher grow, 
 
 The weariness increase ; 
 We gird our loins, and hasten on ; 
 The end, the end is peace. 
 Hallelujah ! 
 There remains a rest for us. 
 
 Rev. Horatius Bonar. (1808 — ) 1866. ab. 
 
 : He leadeth me. ' 
 
 L. M. 
 
 660 
 
 1 He leadeth me : O blessed thought, 
 
 O words with heavenly comfort fraught 
 Whate'er I do, where'er I be, 
 Still 't is God's hand that leadeth me. 
 Cho. He leadeth me, He leadeth me, 
 By His own hand He leadeth me 
 His faithful follower I would be, 
 For by His hand He leadeth me 
 
 2 Sometimes 'mid scenes of deepest glooi 
 Sometimes where Eden's bowers bloo 
 
i8o 
 
 PILGRIMAGE. 
 
 By waters still, o'er troubled sea, 
 Still 't is His hand that leadeth me. 
 
 Cho. 
 
 3 Lord, I would clasp Thy hand in mine, 
 Nor ever murmur nor repine; 
 Content, whatever lot I see, 
 
 Since 'tis my God that leadeth me. Cho. 
 
 4 And when my task on earth is done, 
 When, by Thy grace, the victory's won, 
 E'en death's cold wave I will not flee, 
 Since God through Jordan leadeth me. 
 
 Cho. Rev. J. H. Gilmore. 1859. 
 
 The Lord our Sliepherd. 
 Ps. xxiii. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 66l 
 
 i The Lord Himself doth condescend 
 To be my Shepherd and my Friend ; 
 I on His faithfulness rely, 
 His care shall all my wants supply. 
 
 2 In pastures green He doth me lead, 
 And there in safety makes me feed; 
 Refreshing streams are ever nigh, 
 My thirsty soul to satisfy. 
 
 3 When strayed, or languid, I complain, 
 His grace revives my soul again; 
 
 For His Name's sake in ways upright 
 ' He makes me walk with great delight. 
 
 4 Yea, when death's gloomy vale I tread, 
 With joy, e'en there, I'll lift my head : 
 From fear and dread He'll keep me free ; 
 His rod and staff shall comfort me. 
 
 5 Thou spread'st a table, Lord, for me, 
 While foes with spite Thy goodness see ; 
 Thou dost my head with oil anoint, 
 And a full cup for me appoint. 
 
 6 Goodness and mercy shall to me, 
 Through all my life extended be; 
 And when my pilgrimage is o'er, 
 I'll dwell with Thee for evermore. 
 
 New York Dutch Reformed Collection of Psalms. 1 767. 
 UO Z Prayer for Guidance. 8, 7, 4. 
 
 I Guide me, Thou great Jehovah, 
 Pilgrim through this barren land; 
 
 I am weak, but Thou art mighty, 
 Hold me with Thy powerful hand : 
 
 Bread of heaven, Bread of heaven, 
 Feed me till I want no more. 
 
 1 Open now the crystal fountain, 
 
 Whence the healing stream doth flow; 
 
 Let the fire and cloudy pillar 
 
 Lead me all my journey through: 
 
 Strong Deliverer, strong Deliverer, 
 Be Thou still my strength and shield. 
 
 3 When I tread the verge of Jordan, 
 Bid my anxious fears subside ; 
 
 Death of deaths, and hell's destruction, 
 Land me safe on Canaan's side : 
 
 Songs of praises, songs of praises, 
 I will ever give to Thee. 
 
 Rev. Peter Williams. (1719 — 1796.) 1771. v. 1. 
 Rev. William Williams. (1717 — 1791) '773- a b. 
 
 8. 7. 4- 
 
 " A nd He led them ok safely." 
 Ps. Lxxviii. 
 
 663 
 
 i Saviour, through the desert lead us, 
 Without Thee we cannot go; 
 Thou from cruel chains hast freed us, 
 Thou hast laid the tyrant low : 
 
 Let Thy presence 
 Cheer us all our journey through. 
 
 2 When we halt, no track discovering, 
 
 Fearful lest we go astray, 
 O'er our path the pillar hovering, 
 Fire by night, and cloud by day, 
 
 Shall direct us : 
 Thus we shall not miss our way. 
 
 3 When we hunger, Thou wilt feed us, 
 
 Manna shall our camp surround ; 
 Faint and thirsty, Thou wilt feed us; 
 Streams shall from the rock abound: 
 
 Happy Israel, 
 What a Saviour thou hast found ! 
 
 4 When our foes in arms assemble, 
 
 Ready to obstruct our way, 
 Suddenly their hearts shall tremble, 
 Thou wilt strike them with dismay; 
 
 And Thy people, 
 Led by Thee, shall win the day. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Kelly. (1769 — 1855.) 1812. ab. 
 
 OO4 The better Country. 8, 7, 4. 
 
 i Shepherd of Thine Israel, lead us, 
 Pilgrim through this desert land; 
 Thou who hast from bondage freed us, 
 Guard us by Thy mighty hand : 
 
 Daily feed us, 
 Till we reach the heavenly strand. 
 
PILGRIMAGE. 
 
 181 
 
 2 As Thou didst in wondrous manner 
 
 Guide Thy chosen flock aright, 
 Let Thy presence be our banner, 
 Cloud by day, and fire by night : 
 
 Thy protection 
 Be our shield, Thy word our light. 
 
 3 When we come to Death's dark river, 
 
 Should we dread the swelling tide, 
 Death of death, life's Source and Giver, 
 Bid the narrow stream divide : 
 
 Joyful praises 
 We will sing on Canaan's side. 
 
 Josiah Conder. (1789 — 1855.) 1856. 
 665 In Sorrow. 8, 7. 
 
 i Gently, Lord, O gently lead us, 
 
 Pilgrims in this vale of tears, 
 Through the trials yet decreed us, 
 
 Till our last great change appears. 
 When temptation's darts assail us, 
 
 When in devious paths we stray, 
 Let Thy goodness never fail us, 
 
 Lead us in Thy perfect way. 
 2 In the hour of pain and anguish, 
 
 In the hour when death draws near, 
 Suffer not our hearts to languish, 
 
 Suffer not our souls to fear; 
 And, when mortal life is ended, 
 
 Bid us in Thine arms to rest, 
 Till, by angel bands attended, 
 
 We awake among the b'est. 
 
 Thomas Hastings. (17S4 — 1872./ 1830, 1850, 1859. 
 000 The elder Brother. 8,7. 
 
 i Yes, for me, for me He careth 
 
 With a brother's tender care; 
 Yes, with me, with me He shareth 
 
 Every burden, every fear. 
 Yes, o'er me, o'er me He watcheth, 
 
 Ceaseless watcheth, night and day; 
 Yes, e'en me, e'en me He snatcheth 
 
 From the perils of the way. 
 2 Yes for me He standeth pleading 
 
 At the mercy-seat above; 
 Ever for me interceding, 
 
 Constant in untiring love. 
 Yes, in me abroad He sheddeth 
 
 Joys unearthly, love and light; 
 And to cover me He spreadeth 
 
 His paternal wing of might. 
 
 3 Yes, in me, in me He dwelleth ; 
 
 I in Him, and He in me ! 
 And my empty soul He filleth, 
 
 Here and through eternity. 
 Thus I wait for His returning, 
 
 Singing all the way to heaven; 
 Such the joyful song of morning, 
 ' Such the tranquil song of even. 
 
 Rev. Horati us Lunar. (1808—) 1857. 
 '-''-'/ " Always with us." 8,7. 
 
 1 Always with us, always with us — 
 
 Words of cheer and words of love ; 
 Thus the risen Saviour whispers, 
 
 From His dwelling place above. 
 With us when we toil in sadness, 
 
 Sowing much, and reaping none ; 
 Telling us that in the future 
 
 GoldeK harvests shall be won. 
 
 2 With us when the storm is sweeping 
 
 O'er our pathway dark and drear; 
 Waking hope within our bosoms, 
 
 Stilling every anxious fear. 
 With us in the lonely valley, 
 
 When we cross the chilling stream ; 
 Lighting up the steps to glory 
 
 With salvation's radiant beam. 
 
 Rev. Edwin H. Nevin. (1814—) 1858. 
 
 000 " Lead Thou me on." 10,4,10. 
 
 1 LEAD, kindly Light, amid the encircling 
 
 Lead Thou me on ; [gloom, 
 
 The night is dark, and I am far from home; 
 
 Lead Thou me on ; 
 Keep Thou my feet ; I do not ask to see 
 The distant scene ; one step enough for me. 
 
 2 I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou 
 
 Shouldst lead me on ; 
 I love to choose and see my path ; but now 
 
 Lead- Thou me on ! 
 I love the garish day, and, spite of fears, 
 Pride ruled my will. Remember not past 
 years ! 
 
 3 So long Thy Power has blest me, sure it still 
 
 Will lead me on 
 O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till 
 
 The night is gone, 
 And with the morn those angels faces smile 
 Which I have loved long since, and lost 
 awhile ! 
 
 Rev. John Henry Newman. (1801 — ) 1833. 
 
182 
 
 PILGRIMAGE. IN THE DEPTHS. 
 
 66 9 
 
 " Jcsji, geh voran." 5> **• 
 
 i Jesus, still lead on, 
 
 Till our rest be won ; 
 And although the way be cheerless, 
 We will follow, calm and fearless : 
 
 Guide us by Thy hand 
 
 To our Fatherland. 
 
 2 If the way be drear, 
 If the foe be near, 
 
 Let not faithless fears o'eriake us, 
 Let not faith and hope forsake us ; 
 
 For through many a foe, 
 
 To our home we go. 
 
 3 When we seek relief 
 From a long-felt grief, 
 
 When temptations come alluring, 
 Make us patient and enduring; 
 Show us that bright shore 
 Where we weep no more. 
 
 4 Jesus, still lead on, 
 Till our rest be won ; 
 
 Heavenly Leader, still direct us, 
 Still support, console, protect us, 
 
 Till we safely stand 
 
 In our Fatherland. 
 
 Nicolaus Ludwig Zinzendorf. (1700 — 1760.) 1721. 
 Tr. by Miss Jane Borthwick. 1853. si. alt. 
 
 070 " iVer ist wohl wt'e Du ?" 5 1 S • 
 
 i Jesus, who can be 
 
 Once compared with Thee! 
 Source of rest and consolation, 
 Life and light, and full salvation; 
 Son of God, with Thee 
 None compared can be ! 
 
 2 Thou hast died for me, 
 From all misery 
 
 And distress me to deliver, 
 And from death to save forever; 
 
 I am by Thy blood 
 
 Reconciled to God. 
 
 3 Grant me steadiness, 
 Lord, to run my race, 
 
 Following Thee with love most tender, 
 So that Satan may not hinder 
 
 Me by craft or force; 
 
 Futhcr Thou my course. 
 
 4 When I hence depart, 
 
 Strengthen Thou my heart; 
 Where Thou art, O Lord, convey me 
 In Thy righteousness array me, 
 
 That at Thy right hand 
 
 Joyful I may stand. 
 Rev. Johann Anastasius Freylinghausen. (1670 — .1739-) 1713. 
 Tr. by Bp. John Gambold. (1710 — 1771.) 1754. ab. and alt. 
 
 67I 
 
 "Lay Hold on eternal Life. 10, II, 12. 
 1 Tim. vi. 12. 
 
 i Breast the wave, Christian, when it is 
 
 strongest; 
 Watch for day, Christian, when night is 
 
 longest ; 
 Onward and onward still be thine endeavor; 
 The rest that remaineth, endureth forever. 
 
 2 Fight the fight, Christian, Jesus is o'er thee ; 
 Run the race, Christian, heaven is before thee ; 
 He who hath promised faltereth never; 
 
 O trust in the love that endureth forever. 
 
 3 Lift the eye, Christian, just as it closeth; 
 Raise the heart, Christian, ere it reposeth ; 
 Nothing thy soul from the Saviour shall sever ; 
 Soon shall thou mount upward to praise Him 
 
 forever. 
 
 Joseph Stammers. (1801 — ) 1830. alt. 
 672 "All is veil." 8,4. 
 
 i Through the love of God our Saviour, 
 All will be well: 
 Free and changless is His favor : 
 
 All, all is well. 
 Precious is the blood that healed us, 
 . Perfect is the grace that sealed us; 
 
 Strong the hand stretched out to shield us; 
 All must be well. 
 
 2 Though we pass through tribulation 
 
 All will be well: 
 Ours is such a full salvation 
 
 All, all is well. 
 Happy, still in God confiding, 
 Fruitful, if in Christ abiding, 
 Holy, through the Spirit's guiding, 
 
 All must be well. 
 
 3 We expect a bright to-morrow; 
 
 All will be well; 
 Faith can sing through days of sorrow, 
 All. all is well. 
 
IN THE DEPTHS. 
 
 *«3 
 
 On our Father's love relying, 
 Jesus every need supplying, 
 Or in living, or in dying, 
 All must be well. 
 
 Mrs. Mary Bowly Peters. (— 1S56.) 1847. 
 
 673 
 
 Z<xf>epas Tpucvfxia;. 6, 4- D 
 
 i Fierce was the wild billow, 
 
 Dark was the night, 
 Oars labored heavily, 
 
 Foam glimmered white, 
 Trembled the mariners, 
 
 Peril was high ; 
 Then said the God of God, 
 
 "Peace? It is I!" 
 
 2 Ridge of the mountain-wave 
 
 Lower thy crest ! 
 Wail of Euroclydon, 
 
 Be thou at rest ! 
 Sorrow can never be, 
 
 Darkness must fly, 
 Where saith the Light of Light, 
 
 "Peace! It is I!" 
 
 3 Jesus, Deliverer, 
 
 Come Thou to me : 
 Soothe Thou my voyaging 
 
 Over life's sea; 
 Thou, when the storm of death 
 
 Roars, sweeping by, 
 Whisper, Thou Truth of Truth, 
 
 "Peace! It is I !" 
 
 Anatolius of Constantinople. ( — 458.) 
 . by Rev. John Mason Neale. (1818— 1866.) 1862. alt. 
 
 674 
 
 Cling to Him. 
 
 i Cling to the Mighty One, 
 
 Cling in thy grief; 
 Cling to the Holy One, 
 
 He gives relief; 
 Cling to the Gracious One, 
 
 Cling in thy pain ; 
 Cling to the Faithful One, 
 
 He will sustain. 
 
 2 Cling to the Living One, 
 Cling in Thy woe; 
 Cling to the Loving One, 
 
 Through all below; 
 
 6, 4. d. 
 
 Cling' to the Pardoning One, 
 
 He speaketh peace ; 
 Cling to the Healing One, 
 
 Anguish shall cease. 
 
 3 Cling to the Pierced One, 
 
 Cling to His side; 
 Cling to the Risen One, 
 
 In Him abide; 
 Clirtg to the Coming One, 
 
 Hope shall arise ; 
 Cling to the Reigning One, 
 
 Joy lights thine eyes. 
 
 Henry Bennett. (1813 — 1S68.) 1852. 
 '-'/J " Hear our solemn Litany." 7- ". 
 
 1 Saviour, when in dust to Thee 
 Low we bend the adoring knee; 
 When repentant, to the skies 
 Scarce we lift our weeping eyes; 
 O, by all the pains and woe 
 Suffered once for man below, 
 Bending from Thy throne on high, 
 Hear our solemn Litany ! 
 
 2 By Thy helpless infant years; 
 By Thy life of want and tears 
 By Thy days of sore distress 
 In the savage wilderness; 
 
 By the dread mysterious hour 
 Of the insulting tempter's power; 
 Turn, O turn a favoring eye, 
 Hear our solemn Litany ! 
 
 3 By the sacred griefs that wept 
 O'er the grave where Lazarus slept; 
 By the boding tears that flowed 
 Over Salem's loved abode; 
 
 By the anguished sigh that told 
 Treachery lurked within Thy fold; 
 From Thy seat above the sky, 
 Hear our solemn Litany ! 
 
 4 By Thine hour of dire despair; 
 By Thine agony of prayer; 
 
 By the cross, the nail, the thorn, 
 Piercing spear, and torturing scorn; 
 By the gloom that veiled the skies 
 O'er the dreadful sacrifice ; 
 Listen to our humble cry, 
 Hear our solemn Litany! 
 
i^4 
 
 IN THE DEPTHS. CRYING FROM THE DEPTHS, 
 
 5 By Thy deep expiring groan ; 
 By the sad sepulchral stone ; 
 By the vault, whose dark abode 
 Held in vain the rising God; 
 O, from earth to heaven restored, 
 Mighty reascended Lord, 
 Listen, listen to the cry 
 Of our solemn Litany ! 
 
 Sir Robert Grant. (1785—1838.) 1815. si.. alt. 
 
 676 
 
 7. D. 
 
 " yes us, Lover 0/ my Soul." 
 
 1 JESUS, Lover of my soul, 
 
 Let me to Thy bosom fly, 
 While the nearer waters roll, 
 
 While the tempest still is high; 
 Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, 
 
 Till the storm of life is past ; 
 Safe into the haven guide ; 
 
 O 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 stayed, 
 
 All my help from Thee I bring ; 
 Cover my defenceless head 
 
 With the shadow of Thy wing. 
 
 3 Wilt Thou not regard my call ? 
 
 Wilt Thou not accept my prayer? 
 Lo, I sink, I faint, I fall ! 
 
 Lo, on Thee I cast my care. 
 Reach me out Thy gracious hand ! 
 
 While I of Thy strength receive, 
 Hoping against hope I stand, 
 
 Dying, and behold I live ! 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708 — 1788.) 1740. 
 
 677 
 
 7. D. 
 
 "All I want.' 
 
 1 THOU, O Christ, art all I want ; 
 
 More than all in Thee I find : 
 Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, 
 
 Heal the sick, and lead the blind. 
 Just and holy is Thy Name ; 
 
 I am all unrighteousness ; 
 False and full of sin I am, 
 
 Thou art full of truth and grace. 
 
 2 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. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. 1740. 
 
 Declension deplored. 
 Job. xxix. 2. 
 
 7. 61. 
 
 678 
 
 1 Once I thought my mountain strong, 
 
 Firmly fixed no more to move; 
 Then Thy grace was all my song, 
 
 Then my soul was filled with love : 
 Those were happy, golden days, 
 Sweetly spent in prayer and praise. 
 
 2 Little then myself I knew, 
 
 Little thought of Satan's power; 
 Now I feel my sins anew, 
 
 Now I feel the stormy hour ; 
 Sin has put my joys to flight, 
 Sin has changed my day to night. 
 
 3 Saviour, shine and cheer my soul ; 
 
 Bid my dying hopes revive ; 
 Make my wounded spirit whole ; 
 
 Far away the tempter drive ; 
 Speak the word, and set me free, 
 Let me live alone to Thee. 
 
 Rev. John Newton. (1725 — 1807.) 1779- ab. and alt. 
 
 679 
 
 IVas von ausscn und von itinen." 7* 
 
 1 Lord, thou art my Rock of strength, 
 
 And my home is in Thine arms; 
 Thou wilt send me help at length, 
 
 And I feel no wild alarms. 
 Sin nor death can pierce the shield 
 
 Thy defence has o'er me thrown ; 
 Up to Thee myself I yield, 
 
 And my sorrows are Thine own. 
 
 2 When my trials tarry long, 
 
 Unto Thee I look and wait, 
 Knowing none, though keen and strong, 
 
 Can my trust in Thee abate. 
 And this faith I long have nursed 
 
 Comes alone, O God, from Thee; 
 Thou my heart didst open first, 
 
 Thou didst set this hope in me. 
 
CRYING FROM THE DEPTHS. ASPIRATIONS. 
 
 I8 5 
 
 
 3 Let Thy mercy's wings be spread 
 
 O'er me, keep me close to Thee; 
 In the peace Thy love doth shed, 
 
 Let me dwell eternally. 
 Be my all; in all I do, 
 
 Let me only seek Thy will. 
 Where the heart to Thee is true, 
 
 All is peaceful, calm and still. 
 
 Rev. August Hermann Franke. (1663 — 1727.) 1711. 
 Tr. by Miss Catherine Winkworth. (1829 — ) 1855. ab. 
 
 080 Dai fy Strength. 7- 
 
 1 "As thy day, thy strength shall be !" 
 This should be enough for thee ; 
 
 He who knows thy frame will spare 
 Burdens more than thou canst bear. 
 
 2 When thy days are veiled in night, 
 Christ shall give thee heavenly light ; 
 Seem they wearisome and long, 
 
 Yet in Him thou shalt be strong. 
 
 3 Cold and wintry though they prove, 
 Thine the sunshine of His love; 
 
 Or with fervid heat opprest, 
 In His shadow thou shalt rest. 
 
 4 When thy days on earth are past, 
 Christ shall call thee home at last, 
 His redeeming love to praise, 
 
 Who hath strengthened all thy days. 
 
 Miss Frances Ridley Havergal. 1872. 
 
 The forgiven Debt. 
 Matt, xviii. 32. 
 
 7. bl. 
 
 68l 
 
 i When this passing world is done, 
 When has sunk yon glaring sun, 
 When we stand with Christ in glory, 
 Looking o'er life's finished story ; 
 Then, Lord, shall I fully know, 
 Not till then, how much I owe. 
 
 2 When I stand before the throne, 
 Dressed in beauty not my own ; 
 When I see Thee as Thou art, 
 Love Thee with unsinning heart ; 
 Then, Lord, shall I fully know, 
 Not till then, how much I owe. 
 
 3 When the praise of heaven I hear, 
 Loud as thunders to the ear, 
 Loud as many waters' noise, 
 Sweet as harp's melodious voice; 
 Then, Lord, shall I fully know, 
 Not till then, how much I owe. 
 
 Rev. Robert Murray McCheyne. (1813—1843.) 1837. ab. 
 
 682 
 
 Debtor to all Men. 
 Rom i 14. 
 
 7. 61. 
 
 i Chosen not for good in me, 
 Wakened up from wrath to flee, 
 Hidden in the Saviour's side, 
 By the Spirit sanctified, 
 Teach me, Lord, on earth to show, 
 By my love, how much I owe. 
 
 2 Oft I walk beneath the cloud, 
 Dark as midnight's gloomy shroud ; 
 But, when fear is at the height, 
 Jesus comes, and all is light : 
 Blessed Jesus, bid me show 
 Doubting saints how much I owe. 
 
 3 When in flowery paths I tread, 
 Oft by sin I 'm captive led ; 
 Oft I fall, but still arise, 
 Jesus comes, the tempter flies: 
 Blessed Saviour, bid me show 
 Weary sinners all I owe. 
 
 4 Oft the nights of sorrow reign, 
 Weeping, sickness, sighing, pain; 
 But a night Thine anger burns, 
 Morning comes, and joy returns: 
 God of comforts, bid me show 
 To Thy poor how much I owe. 
 
 Rev. Robert Murray McCheyne. 1837. ab. and sL alt. 
 
 683 
 
 "Haste to help me." 
 Ps. lxx. 
 
 1 Hasten, Lord, to my release, 
 
 Haste to help me, O my God ! 
 Foes, like armed bands, increase ; 
 Turn them back the way they trod. 
 
 2 Dark temptations round me press, 
 
 Evil thoughts my soul assail ; 
 Doubts and fears, in my distress, 
 Rise till flesh and spirit fail. 
 
 3 Those that seek Thee shall rejoice ; 
 
 I am bowed with misery ; 
 Yet I make Thy law my choice ; 
 Turn, my God, and look on me. 
 
 4 Thou mine only Helper art, 
 
 My Redeemer from the grave ; 
 Strength of my desiring heart, 
 Do not tarry, haste to save. 
 
 James Montgomery. (1771 — 1854.) 1822. 
 
i86 
 
 RENEWED CONSECRATION, 
 
 684 
 
 "A closer Walk." 
 Gen. v 24. 1 John i 
 
 C. M. 
 
 i FOR 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 enjoyed, 
 
 How sweet their memory still ! 
 But they have left an aching void 
 The world can never fill. 
 
 4 Return, O Holy Dove, return, 
 
 Sweet messenger of rest : 
 I hate the sins that made Thee mourn, 
 And drove Thee from my breast. 
 
 5 The dearest idol I have known, 
 
 YVhate'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. 
 
 William Cowper. (1731 — 1800 ) 1779. 
 
 685 
 
 'Let us return." 
 Hos. vi. 1-4. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 1 COME, let us to the Lord our God 
 
 With contrite hearts return ; 
 Our God is gracious, nor will leave 
 The desolate to mourn. 
 
 2 His voice commands the tempest forth, 
 
 And stills the stormy wave ; 
 And though His arm be strong to smite, 
 'Tis also strong to save. 
 
 3 Long hath the night of sorrow reigned ; 
 
 The dawn shall bring us light : 
 God shall appear, and we shall rise 
 With gladness in His sight. 
 
 4. Our hearts, if God we seek to know, 
 
 Shall know Him and rejoice ; 
 
 His coming like the morn shall be, 
 
 Like mornins: songs His voice. 
 
 5 As dew upon the tender herb, 
 Diffusing fragrance round ; 
 As showers that usher in the spring, 
 And cheer the thirsty ground : 
 
 5 So shall His presence bless our souls, 
 And shed a joyful light ; 
 That hallowed morn shall chase away 
 The sorrows of the night. 
 
 Rev. John Morrison. (1749 — 179S.) 1781. 
 A.QA. " O t/iat I were as fit /I font As past .'" C. M. 
 
 000 Job Xxix. 2. 
 
 1 Sweet was the time when first I felt 
 
 The Saviour's pardoning blood 
 Applied to cleanse my soul from guilt, 
 And bring me home to God. 
 
 2 Soon as the morn the light revealed, 
 
 His praises tuned my tongue; 
 And when the evening shades prevailed, 
 His love was all my song. 
 
 3 In prayer my soul drew near the Lord, 
 
 And saw His glory shine ; 
 And when I read His holy word, 
 I called each promise mine. 
 
 4 But now, when evening shade prevails, 
 
 My soul in darkness mourns ; 
 And when the morn the light reveals, 
 No light to me returns. 
 
 5 Rise, Saviour, help me to prevail, 
 
 And make my soul Thy care ; 
 I know Thy mercy cannot fail : 
 Let me that mercy share. 
 
 Rev. John Newton. (1725 — 1807.) 1779. ab. and alt. 
 
 Panting for God. 
 Ps. xlii. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 687 
 
 1 As pants the hart for cooling streams, 
 
 When heated in the chase, 
 So pants my soul, O Lord, for Thee, 
 And Thy refreshing grace. 
 
 2 For Thee, the Lord, the living Lord, 
 
 My thirsty soul doth pine : 
 O when shall I behold Thy face, 
 Thou Majesty Divine ? 
 
 3 I sigh to think of happier days, 
 
 When Thou, O Lord, wert nigh ; 
 When every heart was tuned to praise, 
 And none so blest as I. 
 
RENEWED CONSECRATION. HOPE IN GOD. 
 
 187 
 
 4 Why restless, why cast down, my soul? 
 Trust God, and thou shalt sing 
 His praise again, and rind Him still 
 Thy health's eternal spring. 
 
 Tate and Brady. 1696 alt 
 Rev Henry Francis Lyte. (1793 — 1S47.) 1834. 
 
 "OO Lamenting Inconstancy. CM. 
 
 1 Why is my heart so far from Thee, 
 
 My God, my chief Delight? 
 Why are my thoughts no more by day 
 With Thee, no more by night ? 
 
 2 Why should my foolish passions rove? 
 
 Where can such sweetness be, 
 As I have tasted in Thy love, 
 As I have found in Thee? 
 
 3 When my forgetful soul renews 
 
 The savor of Thy grace, 
 My heart presumes. I cannot lose 
 The relish all my days. 
 
 4 But ere one fleeting hour is passed, 
 
 The flattering world employs 
 Some sensual bait to seize my taste, 
 And to pollute my joys. 
 
 5 Wretch that I am, to wander thus, 
 
 In chase of false delight ! 
 Let me be fastened to Thy cross, 
 Rather than lose Thy sight. 
 
 6 Make haste, my days, to reach the goal, 
 
 And bring my heart to rest 
 On the dear centre of my soul, 
 My God, my Saviour's breast. 
 
 Rev Isaac Watts (1674 — 1748.) 1709 ab. 
 
 689 
 
 Longing /or Christ. CM. 
 
 1 O COULD I find, from day to day, 
 
 A nearness to my God ; 
 Then should my hours glide sweet away, 
 And live upon Thy Word. 
 
 2 Lord, I desire with Thee to live, 
 x Anew from day to day, 
 
 In joys the world can never give, 
 Nor ever take away. 
 
 3 O Jesus, come and rule my heart, 
 
 And I '11 be wholly Thine ; 
 
 And never, never more depart, 
 
 For Thou art wholly mine. 
 
 4 Thus, till my last expiring breath, 
 Thy goodness I '11 adore ; 
 And when my flesh dissolves in death, 
 My soul shall love Thee more. 
 
 Benjamin Cleveland. 1790. ab. 
 
 £if\r\ Pardoning Lcne C. M. 
 
 U 7 U Jer- ">■ =2 Hus. xiv 4. 
 
 1 How oft, alas, this wretched heart 
 
 Has wandered from the Lord ! 
 How oft my roving thoughts depart, 
 Forgetful of His word ! 
 
 2 Yet sovereign mercy calls, " Return !" 
 
 Dear Lord, and may I come ? 
 My vile ingratitude I mourn ; 
 O take the wanderer home. 
 
 3 And canst Thou, wilt Thou yet forgive, 
 
 And bid my crimes remove ? 
 And shall a pardoned rebel live, 
 To speak Thy wondrous love ? 
 
 4 Thy pardoning love, so free, so sweet, 
 
 Dear Saviour, I adore ; 
 O keep me at Thy sacred feet, 
 And let me rove no more. 
 
 Miss Anne Steele. (1717— 1778 ) 1760 ab. 
 
 69I 
 
 Weak Believers encouraged. S. M, 
 
 1 Your harps, ye trembling saints, 
 
 Down from the willows take ; 
 Loud to the praise of love divine 
 Bid every string awake. 
 
 2 Though in a foreign land, 
 
 We are not far from home ; 
 And nearer to our house above 
 We every moment come. 
 
 3 His grace will to the end 
 
 Stronger and brighter shine ; 
 Nor present things, nor things to come, 
 Shall quench the spark divine. 
 
 4 When we in darkness walk, 
 
 Nor feel the heavenly flame, 
 Then is the time to trust our God, 
 And rest upon His name. 
 
 5 Soon shall our doubts and fears 
 
 Subside at His control; 
 His loving-kindness shall break througf 
 The midnight of the soul. 
 
1 83 
 
 HOPE IN GOD. DELIVERANCE SOUGHT AND GAINED. 
 
 6 Blest is the man, O God, 
 
 That stays himself on Thee ; 
 Who wait for Thy salvation, Lord, 
 Shall Thy salvation see. 
 
 Augustus Montague Toplady. (1740 — 1778 ) 1772. ab. 
 
 692 
 
 The A nclior 0/ Hope. 
 Heb. vi. 19. 
 
 S. M. 
 
 i Fastened within the vail, 
 
 Hope be your anchor strong ; 
 
 His loving Spirit the sweet gale 
 
 That wafts you smooth along. 
 
 2 Or, should the surges rise, 
 And peace delay to come, 
 Blest is the sorrow, kind the storm, 
 That drives us nearer home. 
 
 Rev. Augustus Montague Toplady. 1772. ab. 
 
 693 
 
 S. M. 
 
 Waiting upon Christ. 
 
 1 THE people of His choice 
 
 Christ will not cast away ; 
 
 Yet do not always here expect 
 
 On Tabor's mount to stay. 
 
 2 No wonder, when His love 
 
 Pervades your kindling breast, 
 You wish forever to retain 
 
 The heart-transporting Guest. 
 
 3 Yet learn, in every state, 
 
 To make His will your own ; 
 And, when the joys of sense depart, 
 To walk by faith alone. 
 
 4 Still on His plighted love 
 
 At all events rely ; 
 The very hidings of His face 
 Shall train thee up to joy. 
 
 5 Wait, till the shadows flee ; 
 
 Wait thy appointed hour; 
 Wait, till the Bridegroom of thy soul 
 Reveal His love with power. 
 
 6 The time of love will come, 
 
 When thou shalt clearly see, 
 Not only that He shed His blood, 
 But that it flowed for thee. 
 
 Rev. Augustus Montague Toplady. 1772. ab. and si. alt. 
 
 Through the Sea. 
 Ps. cvii. 24. 
 
 694 
 
 I We 're bound for yonder land, 
 Where Jesus reigns supreme; 
 
 S. M. 
 
 We leave the shore at His command, 
 Forsaking all for Him. 
 
 2 The perils of the sea, 
 
 The rocks, the waves, the wind, 
 Are small, whatever they may be, 
 To those we leave behind. 
 
 3 Nor have we cause to fear; 
 
 The God who rules the sea 
 In every danger will be near, 
 And our protector be. 
 
 4 The Lord Himself will keep 
 
 His people safe from harm ; 
 Will hold the helm, and guide the ship, 
 With His Almighty arm. 
 
 5 Then let the tempests roar, 
 
 The billows heave and swell ; 
 We trust to reach the peaceful shore, 
 Where all the ransomed dwell. 
 
 6 And when we gain the land, 
 
 How happy shall we be ! 
 How shall we bless the mighty Hand 
 That led us through the sea ! 
 
 Rev. Thomas Kelly. (17C9 — 1S55 I 1809. ab. 
 
 695 
 
 " Out of the Depths. 
 Ps exxx. 
 
 S. M. 
 
 1 Out of the depths of woe, 
 
 To Thee, O Lord, I cry ; 
 Darkness surrounds me, but I know 
 That Thou art ever nigh. 
 
 2 I cast my hope on Thee ; 
 
 Thou canst, Thou wilt forgive ; 
 Wert Thou to mark iniquity, 
 Who in Thy sight could live? 
 
 3 Humbly I wait on Thee, 
 
 Confessing all my sin ; 
 Lord, 1 am knocking at Thy gate; 
 Open, and take me in. 
 
 4 Glory to God above ! 
 
 The waters soon will cease ; 
 For lo, the swift-returning Dove 
 Brings home the sign of peace. 
 
 5 Though storms His face obscure, 
 
 And dangers threaten loud, 
 Jehovah's covenant is sure, 
 His bow is in the cloud. 
 
 James Montgomery (1771—1854.) 1S22. ab. 
 
DELIVERANCE SOUGHT AND GAINED. CONFIDENCE IN CHRIST. 189 
 
 696 
 
 Prayer for perfect Peace. S. M. 
 
 i Jesus, my Lord, attend 
 Thy fallen creature's cry, 
 And show Thyself the sinner's Friend, 
 And set me up on high. 
 
 2 From hell's oppressive power, 
 
 From earth and sin release, 
 And to Thy Father's grace restore, 
 And to Thy perfect peace. 
 
 3 Thy blood and righteousness 
 
 I make my only plea ; 
 My present and eternal peace 
 Are both derived from Thee. 
 
 4 O then, impute, impart, 
 
 To me Thy righteousness ; 
 And let me taste how good Thou art, 
 How full of truth and grace. 
 
 5 That Thou canst here forgive, 
 
 Grant me to testify ; 
 And justified by faith to live, 
 And in that faith to die. 
 
 Rev Charles Wesley (1708- 17S8) 1747.3b. 
 
 \f\rsQ. " Ye shall live also" L. M. 
 
 yy° john.xiv.19. 
 
 1 When sins and fears prevailing rise, 
 
 And fainting hope almost expires, 
 Jesus, to Thee I lift mine eyes ; 
 
 To Thee I breathe my soul's desires. 
 
 2 Art Thou not mine, my Living Lord? 
 
 And can my hope, my comfort die? 
 Fixed on Thine everlasting word, 
 
 That word which built the earth and sky ? 
 
 3 If my Immortal Saviour lives, 
 
 Then my immortal life is sure ; 
 His word a firm foundation gives; 
 Here let me build, and rest secure. 
 
 4 Here let my faith unshaken dwell; 
 
 Immovable the promise stands ; 
 Not all the powers of earth or hell 
 Can e'er dissolve the sacred bands. 
 
 5 Here, O my soul, thy trust repose; 
 
 If Jesus is forever mine, 
 Not death itself, that last of foes, 
 Shall break a union so divine. 
 
 Miss Anne Steele. (1717—1778) 1760 
 
 697 
 
 S. M. 
 
 Daily Trust 
 
 1 JESUS, one word from Thee 
 
 Fills my sad soul with peace. 
 My griefs are like a tossing sea; 
 They hear Thy voice and cease. 
 
 2 Soon as Thy pitying face 
 
 Shone through my stormy fears, 
 The storm swept by, nor left a trace, 
 Save the sweet dew of tears. 
 
 3 And when Thou call'st me, Lord, 
 
 Where thickest dangers be, 
 
 Even the waves a path afford ; 
 
 I walk the waves with Thee. 
 
 4 With Thee within my bark 
 
 I '11 dare death's threatening tide ; 
 Nor count the passage strange or dark 
 With Jesus by my side. 
 
 5 Dear Lord, Thy faithful grace 
 
 I know and I adore : 
 What shall it be to see Thy face 
 In heaven, forevermore ! 
 
 Rev Hervey Dcddridge Ganse (1S22— ) 1872. 
 13 
 
 699 
 
 Restoring and preserving Giace 
 Ps exxxviii. 
 
 L M. 
 
 1 To God I cried when troubles rose; 
 He heard me, and subdued my foes; 
 He did my rising fears control, 
 
 And strength diffused through all my soul. 
 
 2 The God of heaven maintains His state, 
 Frowns on the proud, and scorns the great ; 
 But from His throne descends to see 
 The sons of humble poverty. 
 
 3 Amid a thousand snares, I stand 
 Upheld and guarded by Thy hand; 
 Thy words my fainting soul revive, 
 And keep my dying faith alive. 
 
 4 Grace will complete what grace begins, 
 To save from sorrows and from sins ; 
 The work that wisdom undertakes, 
 Eternal mercy ne'er forsakes. 
 
 Rev Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748 ) 1719. ab. 
 700 Gift of Cod. L. M. 
 
 i JESUS, my Lord, my chief Delight, 
 For Thee I long, for Thee I pray, 
 Amid the shadows of the night, 
 Amid the business of the day. 
 
: go 
 
 ASSURANCE OF FAITH, 
 
 2 When shall I sec Thy smiling face, 
 
 That face which often I have seen? 
 Arise, Thou Sun of righteousness, 
 Scatter the clouds that intervene. 
 
 3 Thou art the glorious gift of God 
 
 To sinners weary and distrest ; 
 The first of all His gifts bestowed, 
 And certain pledge of all the rest. 
 
 4 Could I but say this gift is mine, 
 
 The world should lie beneath my feet ; 
 Though poor, no more would I repine, 
 Or look with envy on the great. 
 
 5 The precious jewel I would keep, 
 
 And lodge it deep within my heart, 
 At home, abroad, awake, asleep, 
 It never should from thence depart. 
 
 Rev. Benjamin Beddome. (1717— 1795.) 1818. 
 
 The Triumph of Faith 
 Rom. viii. 33. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 701 
 
 i Who shall the Lord's elect condemn ? 
 ' Tis God that justifies their souls, 
 And mercy, like a mighty stream, 
 O'er all their sins divinely rolls. 
 
 2 Who shall adjudge the saints to hell? 
 
 'Tis Christ that suffered in their stead; 
 And the salvation to fulfil, 
 
 Behold Him rising from the dead! 
 
 3 He lives ! He lives ! and sits above, 
 
 Forever interceding there : 
 Who shall divide us from His love, 
 Or what shall tempt us to despair ? 
 
 4 Shall persecution, or distress, 
 
 Famine, or sword, or nakedness? 
 He that hath loved us bears us through, 
 And makes us more than conquerors too. 
 
 5 Not all that men on earth can do, 
 
 Nor powers on high, nor powers below. 
 Shall cause His mercy to remove, 
 Or wean our hearts from Christ,our Love. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Waits. (1674 -174S) 1709. ab. 
 /02 Christ all-sufficient. L. M. 
 
 I FOUNTAIN of grace, rich, full, and free, 
 What need I, that is not in Thee? 
 Full pardon, strength to meet the day, 
 And peace which none can take away. 
 
 2 Doth sickness fill my heart with fear? 
 'T is sweet to know that Thou art near; 
 Am I with dread of justice tried ? 
 
 'T is sweet to know that Christ hath died. 
 
 3 In life, Thy promises of aid 
 Forbid my heart to be afraid ; 
 
 In death, peace gently veils the eyes; 
 Christ rose, and I shall surely rise. 
 
 4. O all-sufficient Saviour, be 
 This all-sufficiency to me ; 
 Nor pain, nor sin, nor death can harm 
 The weakest shielded by Thine arm. 
 
 James Edmeston. (1791 — 1S67.) 1844. 
 703 Thirsting for God. L. M. 
 
 1 I THIRST, but not as once I did, 
 
 The vain delights of earth to share; 
 Thy wounds, Immanuel, all forbid 
 
 That I should seek my pleasures there. 
 
 2 It was the sight of Thy dear cross 
 
 First weaned my soul from earthly things, 
 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 myrtle, or the rose. 
 
 4 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. 
 
 William Cowpcr. (1731 — 1800.) 1779. ab. 
 /"t- " Seelfnbriiutigam O du GottesLaium.'"L.. M. 
 
 i O Thou, to whose all-searching sight 
 The darkness shineth as the light, 
 Search, prove my heart, it pants for Thee ; 
 O burst these bonds, and set it free. 
 
 2 Wash out its stains, refine its dross; 
 Nail my affections to the cross ; 
 Hallow each thought ; let all within 
 Be clean, as Thou, my Lord, art clean. 
 
 3 If in this darksome wild I stray, 
 
 Be Thou my light, be Thou my way; 
 
 No foes, no violence I fear, 
 
 No fraud, while Thou, my God, art near- 
 
ASSURANCE OF FAITH. 
 
 IQI 
 
 4 When rising floods my soul o'erflow, 
 When sinks my heart in waves of woe, 
 Jesus, Thy timely aid impart, 
 
 And raise my head, and cheer my heart. 
 
 5 Saviour, where'er Thy steps I see, 
 Dauntless, untired, I follow Thee ; 
 O let Thy hand support me still, 
 And lead me to Thy holy hill. 
 
 Gerhard Tersteegen. (1697 — 1769.) 
 Tr. by Rev. John Wesley. (1703—1791.) 1738. ab. 
 
 f-jr\£ " Geht kin, ihr gldubigen Gedanken." L. M. 
 /"O 1 John lii. 2. 
 
 1 ERE earth's foundations yet were laid, 
 
 Or heaven's fair roof was spread abroad ; 
 Ere man a living soul was made, 
 
 Love stirred within the heart of God. 
 
 2 Thy loving counsel gave to me 
 
 True life in Christ, Thy only Son, 
 Whom Thou hast made my way to Thee, 
 From whom all grace flows ever down. 
 
 3 O Love, that long ere time began, 
 
 That precious name of child bestowed; 
 That opened Heaven on earth to man, 
 And called us sinners "sons of God !" 
 
 4 I am not worthy, Lord, that Thou 
 
 Shouldst such compassion on me show; 
 That He who made the world should bow 
 To cheer with love a wretch so low. 
 
 5 Could I but honor Thee aright, 
 
 Noble and sweet my song should be; 
 That earth and heaven should learn Thy 
 might, 
 And what my God hath done for me. 
 
 Rev. Johann Gottfried Hermann. (1707 — 1791.) 1742. 
 Tr. by Miss Catherine Winkworth. (1829 — ) 1855. ab. and alt 
 
 706 
 
 Looking upwards in a. Storm. L. M. 
 
 1 GOD of my life, to Thee I call, 
 Afflicted, at Thy feet I fall ; 
 
 When the great water-floods prevail, 
 Leave not my trembling heart to fail. 
 
 2 Friend of the friendless and the faint, 
 Where should I lodge my deep complaint ? 
 Where, but with Thee, whose open door 
 Invites the helpless and the poor? 
 
 3 Did ever mourner plead with Thee, 
 And Thou refuse that mourner's plea? 
 Does not the word still fixed remain, 
 That none shall seek Thy face in vain? 
 
 4 That were a grief I could not bear, 
 Didst Thou not hear and answer prayer; 
 But a prayer-hearing, answering God 
 Supports me under every load. 
 
 5 Poor though I am, despised, forgot, 
 Yet God, my God, forgets me not; 
 And he is safe, and must succeed, 
 
 For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead. 
 
 William Cowpcr. 1779. ab. 
 
 707 " Come to Me)" L. M. 
 
 1 WITH tearful eyes I look around; 
 
 Life seems a dark and stormy sea ; 
 Yet 'midst the gloom I hear a sound, 
 A heavenly whisper, " Come to Me !" 
 
 2 It tells me of a place of rest, 
 
 It tells me where my soul may flee: 
 O, to the weary, faint, opprest, 
 
 How sweet the bidding, " Come to Me !" 
 
 3 When the poor heart with anguish learns 
 
 That earthly props resigned must be, 
 And from each broken cistern turns, 
 It hears the accents, "Come to Ale!" 
 
 4 When against sin I strive in vain, 
 
 And cannot from its yoke get free, 
 Sinking beneath the heavy chain, 
 
 The words arrest me, " Come to Me !" 
 
 5 When nature shudders, loath to part 
 
 From all I love, enjoy, and see; 
 When a faint chill steals o'er my heart, 
 A sweet voice utters, " Come to Me !" 
 
 6 "Come, for all else must fail and die; 
 Earth is no resting-place for thee; 
 
 Heavenward direct thy weeping eye ; 
 I am thy portion ; Come to Me !" 
 
 7 O voice of mercy, voice of love, 
 
 In conflict, grief, and agony, 
 Support me, cheer me from above, 
 And gently whisper, "Come to Me!" 
 
 Miss Charlotte Elliott (1789— 1871.) 1841. 
 
 708 
 
 v 'Tis I ; be not n/ra id. ' 
 Matt. xiv. 27. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 I TOSSED with rough winds, and faint with 
 Above the tempest, soft and clear, [fear, 
 What still small accents greet mine ear? 
 'T is I, 't is I ; be not afraid. 
 
102 
 
 ASSURANCE OF FAITH. 
 
 2 'T is I who washed thy spirit white ; 
 'Tis I who gave thy blind eyes sight; 
 ! Tis I thy Lord, thy Life, thy Light: 
 
 'T is I, 't is I ; be not afraid. 
 
 3 These raging winds, this surging sea, 
 Have spent their deadly force on Me ; 
 They bear no breath of wmth to thec: 
 
 'Tis I, 't is I ; be not afraid. 
 
 4 This bitter cup, I drank it first ; 
 To thee it is no draught accurst; 
 
 The hand that gives it thee is pierced : 
 'Tis I, 'tis I; be not afraid. 
 
 5 Mine eyes arc watching by thy bed, 
 Mine arms are underneath thy head, 
 My blessing is around thee shed : 
 
 'Tis I, 'tis I: be not afraid. 
 
 6 When on the other side thy feet 
 
 Shall rest, 'mid thousand welcomes sweet, 
 One well-known voice thy heart shall greet: 
 'Tis I, 'tis I ; be not afraid. 
 
 Mrs Elizabeth Charles 1862, 1870 ab and si. alt. 
 
 709 
 
 " Exceeding great and precious Promises " \\ 
 2 Pet 1. 4. 
 
 1 How firm a foundation, ye saints of the 
 
 Lord, 
 Is laid for your faith in His excellent word ! 
 What more can He say than to you He hath 
 
 said, 
 You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled? 
 
 2 " Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dis- 
 
 mayed, 
 
 For I am thy God, and will still give thee aid: 
 P 11 strengthen thec, help thee, and cause 
 
 thee to stand, 
 Upheld by My rightcous,omnipotent hand. 
 
 3 "When through the deep waters I call 
 
 thee to go, 
 The rivers of woe shall not thec overflow ; 
 For I will be with thee thy trouble to bless, 
 And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress. 
 
 4 "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. 
 
 5 ' ' 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. 
 
 6 " The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for 
 
 repose 
 I will not, I will not desert to his foes; 
 That soul, though all hell should endeavor 
 
 to shake, 
 I'll never, no never, no never forsake." 
 
 George Keith. 1787. ab. 
 
 " / will fear no Evil.' 
 Ps. xxiii. 4. 
 
 710 
 
 1 The Lord is my Shepherd no want shall I 
 
 know ; 
 I feed in green pastures, safe-folded I rest ; 
 He leadeth my soul where the still waters flow, 
 Restores me when wandering, redeems when 
 opprest. 
 
 2 Through the valley and shadow of death 
 
 though I stray, 
 Since Thou art my Guardian, no evil I fear; 
 Thy rod shall defend mc,Thy staff be my stay ; 
 Noharm can befall, withmyComforter near. 
 
 3 In the midst of affliction my table is spread; 
 With blessings unmeasured my cup run- 
 neth o'er ; 
 
 With perfume and oil Thou anointest my 
 head ; 
 what shall I ask of Thy providence more? 
 
 4 Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful God, 
 Still follow my steps till I meet Thee above ; 
 
 I seek, by the path which my forefathers trod 
 Through the land of their sojourn, Thy 
 kingdom of love. 
 
 James Montgomery. (1771 — 1S54.) 1822. 
 y 1 1 «< The Lord our Righteousness." 
 
 I I ONCE was a stranger to grace and to God, 
 I knew not my danger, and felt not my load; 
 Though friends spoke in rapture of Christ 
 
 on the tree, 
 Jehovah, my Saviour, seemed nothing to me. 
 
JOYFUL TRUST, 
 
 193 
 
 2 When free grace awoke me by light from 
 
 on high, 
 Then legal fears shook me, I trembled to die; 
 No refuge, no safety, in self could I see; 
 Jehovah, Thou only my Saviour must be. 
 
 3 My terrors all vanished before His sweet 
 
 name ; 
 My guilty fears banished, with boldness I 
 
 came 
 To drink at the fountain, so copious and free : 
 Jehovah, my Saviour, is all things to me. 
 
 4 Jehovah, the Lord, is my treasure and boast; 
 Jehovah, my Saviour, I ne'er can be lost; 
 In Thee I shall conquer, by flood and by field, 
 Jehovah my anchor, Jehovah my shield ! 
 
 5 E'en treading the valley, the shadowof death, 
 This watchword shall rally my faltering 
 
 breath ; 
 For while from life's fever my God sets me free, 
 Jehovah, my Saviour, my death-song shall be 
 
 Rev. Robert Murray McCheyne. (1S13 — 1843.) 1834. ab 
 
 and ale 
 
 1 * Joy and Peace. ' 
 
 i Sometimes a light surprises 
 
 The Christian while he sings 
 It is the Lord who rises 
 
 With healing in His wings: 
 When comforts are declining, 
 
 He grants the soul again 
 A season of clear shining, 
 
 To cheer it after rain. 
 
 2 In holy contemplation, 
 
 We sweetly then pursue 
 The theme of God's salvation, 
 
 And find it ever new : 
 Set free from present sorrow. 
 
 We cheerfully can say, 
 Let the unknown to-morrow 
 
 Bring with it what it may. 
 
 3 It can bring with it nothing 
 
 But He will bear us through; 
 Who gives the lilies clothing 
 
 Will clothe His people too; 
 Beneath the spreading heavens, 
 
 No creature but is fed ; 
 And He who feeds the ravens 
 
 Will give His children bread. 
 
 4 Though vine nor fig-tree neither, 
 
 Their wonted fruit shall bear, 
 Though all the field should wither, 
 
 Nor flocks nor herds be there ; 
 Yet God the same abiding, 
 
 His praise shall tune my voice, 
 For, while in Him confiding, 
 
 I cannot but rejoice. 
 
 William Co.vpcr. (1731 — 1G00.) 1779. 
 / ■*■ O The Pilgrims cf Jesus. 
 
 1 O happy band of pilgrims, 
 
 If onward ye will tread, 
 With Jesus as your Fellow, 
 
 To Jesus as your Head. 
 O happy, if ye labor 
 
 As Jesus did for men : 
 O happy, if ye hunger 
 
 As Jesus hungered then. 
 
 2 The cross that Jesus carried 
 
 He carried as your due : 
 The crown that Jesus weareth 
 
 He weareth it for you. 
 The faith by which ye see Him, 
 
 The hope in which ye yearn, 
 The love that through all trouble 
 
 To Him alone will turn: 
 
 3 What arc they but forerunners 
 
 To lead you to His sight? 
 What are they save the effluence 
 
 Of uncreated Light? 
 The trials that beset you, 
 
 The sonows ye endure, 
 The manifold temptations 
 
 That death alone can cure : 
 
 4 What arc they, but His jewels 
 
 Of right celestial worth ? 
 What are .they but the ladder, 
 
 Set up to heaven en earth? 
 O happy band of pilgrims, 
 
 Look upward to the skies; 
 Where such a light affliction 
 
 Shall win you such a prize. 
 
 Joseph of the Stuclium. 0—883 ) 
 Rev John Mason Nealc. (1S1S— iSto.) 1S62. si. alt. 
 
 7 T . u Skew forth His Salvation." 7. 6. D. 
 
 1 4 Ps. XCVl. 1. 
 
 1 To Thee, my God and Saviour, 
 My heart exulting sings, 
 
194 
 
 REJOICING IN GOD. LONGING FOR HOME. 
 
 Rejoicing in Thy favor, 
 Almighty, King of kings: 
 
 I '11 celebrate Thy glory, 
 With all thy saints above, 
 
 And tell the joyful story, 
 Of Thy redeeming love. 
 
 2 Soon as the morn with roses 
 
 Bedecks the dewy east, 
 And when the sun reposes 
 
 Upon the ocean's breast, 
 My voice in supplication, 
 
 Well pleased, Thou shalt hear : 
 O grant me Thy salvation, 
 
 And to my soul draw near. 
 
 3 By Thee through life supported, 
 
 I pass the dangerous road, 
 With heavenly hosts escorted 
 
 Up to their bright abode ; 
 There cast my crown before Thee ; 
 
 Now all my conflicts o'er, 
 And day and night adore Thee: 
 
 What can an angel more ? 
 
 Rev. Thomas Hawcis. (1732— 1820) 1792. 
 7^5 ' O when shall 1 see Jesns ?" 7. 6. D. 
 
 I O WHEN shall I see Jesus, 
 
 And reign with Him above; 
 And from that flowing fountain 
 
 Drink everlasting love? 
 When shall I be delivered 
 
 From this vain world of sin, 
 And with my blessed Jesus, 
 
 Drink endless pleasures in? 
 
 1 But now I am a soldier, 
 
 My Captain's gone before, 
 He 's given me my orders, 
 
 And bid me not give o'er; 
 And since He has proved faithful, 
 
 A righteous crown He'll give, 
 And all His valiant soldiers 
 
 Eternal life shall have. 
 
 3 Through grace I am determined 
 To conquer, though I die; 
 
 And then away to Jesus 
 On wings of love I '11 fly. 
 
 Farewell to sin and sorrow, 
 I bid you all adieu ; 
 
 Then, my friends, prove faithful, 
 And on your way pursue. 
 
 Rev. John Leland. (1754 — 1741.) 1799. al>. 
 
 716 
 
 Rejoicing in God our Saviour. 
 Luke 1. 47. 
 
 7, 6. d. 
 
 1 To Thee, O dear, dear Saviour, 
 
 My spirit turns for rest, 
 My peace is in Thy favor, 
 
 My pillow on Thy breast. 
 Though all the world deceive me, 
 
 I know that I am Thine ; 
 And Thou wilt never leave me, 
 
 O blessed Saviour mine. 
 
 2 O Thou, whose mercy found me, 
 
 From bondage set me free; 
 And then for ever bound me 
 With threefold cords to Thee; 
 
 for a heart to love Thee 
 More truly as I ought, 
 
 And nothing place above Thee 
 In deed, or word, or thought. 
 
 Rev John Samuel Bewley Monsell. (1S11— ) 1S63 ab. 
 7*7 ' In Glory, at Home " II. 
 
 1 'Mid scenes of confusion and creature com- 
 
 plaints, 
 How sweet to the soul is communion with 
 
 saints; 
 To find at the banquet of mercy there's 
 
 room, 
 And feel in the presence of Jesus at home. 
 Prepare me, dear Saviour, for glory, my 
 
 home. 
 Home, home, sweet, sweet home. 
 
 2 Sweet bonds that unite all the children of 
 
 peace ! 
 
 And thrice precious Jesus, whose love can- 
 not cease ! 
 
 Though oft from Thy presence in sadness 
 
 1 roam, 
 
 I long to behold Thee in glory, at home. 
 
 3 I sigh from this body of sin to be free, 
 Which hinders my joy and communion 
 
 with Thee ; 
 Though now my temptation like billows 
 
 may foam, 
 All, all will be peace, when I'm with Thee 
 
 at home. 
 
REJOICING IN HOPE. CONSCIOUS UNION WITH CHRIST. 
 
 195 
 
 4 While here in the valley of conflict I stay, 
 O give me submission, and strength as my 
 
 clay ; 
 In all my afflictions to Thee would I come, 
 Rejoicing in hope of my glorious home. 
 
 5 Whate'er Thou denicst, give me Thy 
 
 grace, 
 The Spirit's sure witness, and smiles ofi 
 
 Thy face ; 
 Endue me with patience to wait at Thy! 
 
 throne, 
 And find, even now, a sweet foretaste of 
 
 home. 
 
 6 I long, dearest Lord, in Thy beauties to 
 
 shine ; 
 No more as an exile in sorrow to pine ; 
 And in Thydear image arise from the tomb, 
 With glorified millions to praise Thee at 
 
 home. 
 
 Rev. David Denhnm. 1S37. 
 / AO "My J>ctizieiily Home is bright and fair.'' L. M. 
 
 1 MY heavenly home is bright and fair : 
 Nor pain, nor death can enter there ; 
 Its glittering towers the sun outshine; 
 That heavenly mansion shall be mine. 
 
 I 'm going home, I 'm going home, 
 I 'm going home to die no more, 
 To die no more, to die no more, 
 I 'm going home to die no more. 
 
 2 My Father's house is built on high, 
 Far, far above the starry sky ; 
 When from this earthly prison free, 
 That heavenly mansion mine shall be. 
 
 I 'm going home, &c. 
 
 3 While here, a stranger far from home, 
 Affliction's waves may round me foam ; 
 And, though like Lazarus, sick and poor, 
 My heavenly mansion is secure. 
 
 I 'm going home, &c. 
 
 4 Let others seek a home below, 
 
 Which flames devour, or waves o'erflow, 
 Be mine the happier lot to own 
 A heavenly mansion near the throne. 
 I 'm going home, &c. 
 
 5 Then fail the earth, let stars decline, 
 And sun and moon refuse to shine, 
 
 All nature sink and cease to be, 
 That heavenly mansion stands for me. 
 I 'm going home, &c. 
 
 Rev. William Hunter. (i8ii — ) 1842. 
 / * 7 Home in View. L. M. 
 
 1 As when the weary traveller gains 
 
 The height of some o'erlooking hill, 
 His heart revives, if 'cross the plains 
 He eyes his home, though distant still. 
 I 'm going home, &c. 
 
 2 So when the Christian pilgrim views, 
 
 By faith, his mansion in the skies, 
 The sight his fainting strength renews, 
 And wings his speed to reach the prize. 
 I 'm going home, &c. 
 
 3 The thought of home his spirit cheers; 
 
 No more he grieves for troubles past, 
 Nor any future trial fears, 
 So he may safe arrive at last. 
 I 'm going home, &c. 
 
 4 'T is there, he says, I am to dwell 
 With Jesus, in the realms of day; 
 
 Then I shall bid my cares farewell, 
 And He will wipe my tears away. 
 I 'm going home, &c. 
 
 Rev. John Newton. (1725 — 1S07 ) 1779. ab and alt 
 
 One until Christ. 
 1 Cor. vi. 17. 
 
 720 
 
 1 DEAR Saviour, I am Thine, 
 
 By everlasting bands ; 
 My name, my heart, I would resign; 
 My soul is in Thy hands. 
 
 2 To Thee I still would cleave 
 With ever growing zeal ; 
 
 Let millions tempt me Christ to leave, 
 They never shall prevail. 
 
 3 His Spirit shall unite 
 
 My soul to Him, my Head; 
 Shall form me to His image bright, 
 And teach His paths to tread. 
 
 4 Death may my soul divide 
 
 From this abode of clay ; 
 But love shall keep me near His side, 
 Through all the gloomy way. 
 
ig6 
 
 CONSCIOUS UNION WITH CHRIST. FILIAL YEARNING. 
 
 5 Since Christ and we are one, 
 What should remain to fear? 
 If He in heaven has fixed His throne, 
 He '11 fix His members there. 
 
 Rev. Philip Doddridge. (1702 — 1751 ) 1755. si. alt. 
 
 We are the Lord's.' 
 Rom. xiv. 8. 
 
 S. M. 
 
 721 
 
 i Jesus, I live to Thee, 
 The loveliest and best ; 
 My life in Thee, Thy life in me, 
 In Thy blest love I rest. 
 
 2 Jesus, I die to Thee, 
 
 Whenever death shall come ; 
 To die in Thee is life to me, 
 In my eternal home. 
 
 3 Whether to live or die, 
 
 I know not which is best ; 
 To live in Thee is bliss to me, 
 To die is endless rest. 
 
 4 Living or dying, Lord, 
 
 I ask but to be Thine ; 
 My life in Thee, Thy life in me, 
 Makes heaven forever mine. 
 
 Rev. Henry Harbaugh. (1S1S — 1867.) 1S50. 
 
 Contvrair'on with Cod and Christ. 
 1 John 1. 3. 
 
 S. M. 
 
 722 
 
 i OUR Heavenly Father calls, 
 And Christ invites us near ; 
 With both our friendship shall be sweet, 
 And our communion dear. 
 
 2 God pities all my griefs; 
 
 He pardons every day; 
 Almighty to protect my soul, 
 And wise to guide my way. 
 
 3 How large His bounties arc ! 
 
 What various stores of good, 
 Diffused from my Redeemer's hand, 
 And purchased with His blood ! 
 
 4 Jesns, my living Head, 
 
 We bless Thy faithful care ; 
 Mine Advocate before the throne, 
 And my Forerunner there. 
 
 5 Here fix, my roving heart, 
 
 Here wait, my warmest love, 
 Till the communion be complete, 
 In nobler scenes above. 
 
 Rev. rhilip Doddridge. 1755. 
 
 A dnfition. 
 1 John 111 1 Gat. vi. 6. 
 
 S. M. 
 
 723 
 
 i Behold what wondrous grace 
 The Father hath bestowed 
 On sinners of a mortal race, 
 To call them sons of God. 
 
 2 Nor doth it yet appear 
 
 How great we must be made ; 
 But when we see our Saviour here, 
 We shall be like our Head. 
 
 3 A hope so much divine 
 
 May trials well endure, 
 May purge our souls from sense and sin, 
 As Christ the Lord is pure. 
 
 4 If in my Father's love 
 
 I share a filial part, 
 Send down Thy Spirit, like a dove, 
 To rest upon my heart. 
 
 5 We would no longer lie 
 
 Like slaves beneath the throne ; 
 Our faith shall Abba, Father ! cry, 
 And Thou the kindred own. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674- 1748 ) 1709. rb. 
 I £Q " Our Captain lends its on." S. M. 
 
 1 OUR Captain leads us on ; 
 
 He beckons from the skies; 
 
 He 1 caches out a starry crown, 
 
 And bids us take die prize. 
 
 2 " Be faithful unto death, 
 
 Partake My victory, 
 And thou shalt wear this glorious wreath, 
 And thou shalt reign with Me." 
 
 3 'T is thus the righteous Lord 
 
 To every soldier saith, 
 Eternal life is the reward 
 Of all-victorious faith. 
 
 4 Who conquer in His might 
 
 The victor's meed receive ; 
 They claim a kingdom in His right, 
 Which God will freely give. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708 — 1?88.) 1749. ab. and si. alt 
 
 t-, ,-) p- Far front Home. 
 
 j^O Ps. CXXXvii. 
 
 i Far from my heavenly home, 
 Far from my Father's breast, 
 Fainting I cry, "Blest Spirit, come 
 And speed me to my rest." 
 
 s. M. 
 
HEAVENLY ASPIRATIONS. SEEKINGTHE FULNESS OF CHRIST. 
 
 197 
 
 2 Upon the willows long 
 
 My harp has silent hung : 
 How should I sin^ a cheerful song 
 Till Thou inspire my tongue ? 
 
 3 My spirit homeward turns, 
 
 And fain would thither flee ; 
 My heart, O Zion, droops and yearns, 
 When I remember thee. 
 
 4 To thee, to thee I press, 
 
 A dark and toilsome road: 
 When shall I pass the wilderness, 
 And reach the saints' abode ? 
 
 5 God of my life, be near: 
 
 On Thee my hopes I cast; 
 O guide me through the desert here, 
 And bring me home at last. 
 
 Rev. Henry Francis Lyte. (1793— 1847.) 1834. 
 
 The P : l -rim's Song. 
 Hob. xl 13. 
 
 7,6. 
 
 726 
 
 1 Rise my soul, and stretch thy wings, 
 
 Thy better portion trace ; 
 Rise from transitory things 
 
 Towards heaven, thy native place : 
 Sun and neon 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. 
 
 3 Fly me, riches, fly me, cares, 
 
 Whilst I that coast explore; 
 Flattering world, with all thy snares 
 
 Solicit me no more ! 
 Pilgrims fix not here their home ; 
 
 Strangers tarry but a night; 
 When the last dear morn is come, 
 
 They'll rise to joyful light. 
 
 4 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. 
 
 Rev. Robert Seagrave. (1693 — ) 1742. ab. 
 II " Time is winging its away." J, 6. 
 
 1 Time is winging us away 
 
 To our eternal home ; 
 Life is but a winter's day, 
 
 A journey to the tomb ; 
 Youth and vigor 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, 
 Far beyond the world's annoy, 
 
 Secure in Jesus' love. 
 
 John Burton. (1773—1822.) i8is. 
 
 728 
 
 " My Faith lochs itp to Thee." 
 
 1 My faith looks up to Thee, 
 Thou Lamb of Calvary, 
 
 Saviour Divine : 
 Now hear me while I pray, 
 Take all my guilt away, 
 O let me from this day 
 
 Be wholly Thine. 
 
 2 May Thy rich grace impart 
 Strength to my fainting 4ieart, 
 
 My zeal inspire ; 
 As Thou hast died for me, 
 O may my love to Thee, 
 Pure, warm, and changeless be, 
 
 A living fire. 
 
 3 While life's dark maze I tread, 
 And griefs around me spread, 
 
 Be Thou my Guide ; 
 Bid darkness turn to day, 
 Wipe sorrow's tears away, 
 Nor let me ever stray 
 
 From Thee aside. 
 
 4 When ends life's transient dream, 
 When death's cold, sullen stream 
 
 6, 
 
ig8 SEEKING THE FULNESS OF CHRIST. LONGING FOR HEAVEN. 
 
 Shall o'er me roll ; 
 Blest Saviour, then, in love, 
 Fear and distrust remove ; 
 O, bear me safe above, 
 
 A ransomed soul. 
 
 Rev. Ray Palmer. (1808— ) 1830. 
 729 " Saviour, I look to T/ice." 6, 4. 
 
 1 Saviour, I look to Thee, 
 Be not Thou far from me, 
 
 'Mid storms that lower : 
 On me Thy care bestow, 
 Thy loving kindness show, 
 Thine arms around me throw, 
 
 This trying hour. 
 
 2 Saviour, I look to Thee, 
 Feeble as infancy, 
 
 Gird up my heart: 
 Author of life and light, 
 Thou hast an arm of might, 
 Thine is the sovereign right, 
 
 Thy strength impart. 
 
 3 Saviour, I look to Thee, 
 Let me Thy fulness see, 
 
 Save me from fear : 
 While at Thy cross I kneel, 
 All my backslidings heal, 
 And a free pardon seal, 
 
 My soul to cheer. 
 
 4 Saviour, I look to Thee, 
 Thine shall the glory be, 
 
 Hearer of prayer : 
 Thou art my only aid, 
 On Thee my soul is stayed, 
 Naught can my heart invade, 
 
 While Thou art near. 
 
 Thomas Hastings. (1784—1872) 1858. 
 
 /30 Panting /or Heaven. 8. D. 
 
 1 Ye angels, who stand around the throne, 
 
 And view my Immanuel's face, 
 In rapturous songs make Him known, 
 
 Tune, tune your soft harps to His praise ; 
 He formed you the spirit you are, 
 
 So happy, so noble, so good ; 
 When others sunk down in despair, 
 
 Confirmed by His power, ye stood. 
 
 2 Ye saints, who stand nearer than they, 
 
 And cast your bright crowns at His feet, 
 
 His grace and His glory display, 
 And all His rich mercy repeat: 
 
 He snatched you from hell and the grave, 
 He ransomed from death and despair ; 
 
 For you He was mighty to save, 
 Almighty to bring you safe there. 
 
 3 O when will the period appear, 
 
 When I shall unite in your song? 
 I'm weary of lingering here, 
 
 And I to your Saviour belong : 
 I 'm fettered, and chained up in clay; 
 
 I struggle, and pant to be free; 
 I long to be soaring away, 
 
 My God and my Saviour to see. 
 
 4 I want to put on my attire, 
 
 Washed white in the blood of the Lamb; 
 I want to be one of your choir, 
 
 And tune my sweet harp to His name ; 
 I want, O I want to be there, 
 
 Where sorrow and sin bid adieu, 
 Your joy and your friendship to share, 
 
 To wonder, and worship with you. 
 
 Miss Maria De Fleury. 1791. 
 73 * " What must it be to be thctc.'" 8. D. 
 
 1 We speak of the realms of the blest, 
 
 That country so bright and so fair, 
 And oft are its glories confessed ; 
 
 But what must it be to be there ! 
 We speak of its pathways of gold, 
 
 Its walls decked with jewels most rare; 
 Its wonders and pleasures untold ; 
 
 But what must it be to be there ! 
 
 2 We speak of its freedom from sin, 
 
 From sorrow, temptation, and care; 
 From trials without and within ; 
 
 But what must it be to be there ! 
 We speak of its service of love, 
 
 The robes which the glorified wear; 
 The Church of the First-born above; 
 
 But what must it be to be there ! 
 
 Mrs. Elizabeth Mills. (1805-1829) 1&29. ab. 
 
 Lc7ifring to be with Christ. 
 
 732 
 
 I To Jesus, the Crown of my hope, 
 My soul is in haste to be gone, 
 O bear me, ye cherubim, up, 
 And waft me away to His throne. 
 
 8. i). 
 
LONGING FOR HEAVEN. FOLLOWING HARD AFTER GOD 
 
 199 
 
 My Saviour whom absent I love, 
 Whom, not having seen, I adore, 
 
 Whose name is exalted above 
 All glory, dominion, and power; 
 
 2 Dissolve Thou these bands that detain 
 
 My soul from her portion in Thee ; 
 Ah, strike off this adamant chain, 
 
 And make me eternally free. 
 When that happy era begins, 
 
 When arrayed in Thy glories I shine, 
 Nor grieve any more, by my sins, 
 
 The bosom on which I recline; 
 
 3 O then shall the veil be removed, 
 
 And round me Thy brightness be poured, 
 I shall meet Him whom absent I loved, 
 
 Shall see whom unseen I adored. 
 And then, nevermore shall the fears, 
 
 The trials, temptations, and woes, 
 Which darken this valley of tears, 
 
 Intrude on my blissful repose. 
 
 4 Or if yet remembered above, 
 
 ■Remembrance no sadness shall raise, 
 They will be but new signs of Thy love, 
 
 New themes for my wonder and praise. 
 Thus the strokes which from sin and from 
 
 Shall set me eternally free, [pain 
 
 Will but strengthen and rivet the chain 
 
 Which binds me, my Saviour, to Thee. 
 
 William C'owpcr. (1731 - 1800.) 1800. 
 
 733 
 
 ' The King in His Beauty." 
 Is xxxiii 17, 24. 
 
 8. D. 
 
 I LOW, to behold Him arrayed 
 
 With glory and light from above, 
 The King in His beauty displayed, 
 
 His bpauty of holiest love : 
 I languish and die to be there, 
 
 Where Jesus hath fixed His abode; 
 O when shall we meet in the air, 
 
 And fly to the mountain of God! 
 
 With Him I on Zion shall stand, 
 
 For Jesus hath spoken the word; 
 The breadth of Immanuel's land 
 
 Survey by the light of my Lord. 
 But when, on Thy bosom reclined, 
 
 Thy face I am strengthened to see, 
 My fulness of rapture I find, 
 
 My heaven of heavens in Thee. 
 
 3 How happy the people that dwell 
 
 Secure in the city above ! 
 No pain the inhabitants feel, 
 
 No sickness or sorrow shall prove. 
 Physician of souls, unto me 
 
 Forgiveness and holiness give ; 
 And when from the body set free, 
 
 O then to the city receive. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (170S-178S.) 176; 
 
 "Nearer, my CoJ, to Thee.' 
 Gen. xxviii. 10—12. 
 
 734 
 
 1 Nearer, my God, to Thee, 
 
 Nearer to Thee : 
 E 'en though it be a cross 
 
 That raiseth me ; 
 Still all my song shall be, 
 Nearer, my God, to Thee, 
 
 Nearer to Thee. 
 
 2 Though like the wanderer, 
 
 The sun gone down, 
 Darkness be over me, 
 
 My rest a stone ; 
 Yet in my dreams 1 'd be 
 Nearer, my God, to Thee, 
 
 Nearer to Thee. 
 
 3 There let the way appear 
 
 Steps unto heaven ; 
 All that Thou send'st to me, 
 
 In mercy given ; 
 Angels to beckon me 
 Nearer, my God, to Thee, 
 
 Nearer to Thee. 
 
 4 Then with my waking thoughts 
 
 Bright with Thy praise, 
 Out of my stony griefs 
 
 Bethel I '11 raise ; 
 So by my- woes to be 
 Nearer, my God, to Thee, 
 
 Nearer to Thee. 
 
 5 Or if on joyful wing 
 
 Cleaving the sky, 
 Sun, moon, and stars forgot, 
 
 Upwards I fly, 
 Still all my song shall be, 
 Nearer, my God, to Thee, 
 
 Nearer to Thee. 
 
 Mrs. Sarah Flower Adams. (1805 — 1848. 
 
 ab. 
 
 6,4- 
 
2O0 FOLLOWING HARD AFTER GOD. COMMUNION WITH GOD. 
 
 / jj " Jesus is mine." 6> 4- 
 
 I Fade, fade, each earthly joy; 
 
 Jesus is mine. 
 Break, every tender tie; 
 
 Jesus is mine. 
 Dark is the wilderness, 
 Earth has no resting-place, 
 Jesus alone can bless ; 
 
 Jesus is mine. 
 
 2 Tempt not my soul away ; 
 
 Jesus is mine. 
 Here would I ever stay ; 
 
 Jesus is mine. 
 Perishing things of clay, 
 Born but for one brief day, 
 Pass from my heart away ; 
 
 Jesus is mine. 
 
 3 Farewell, ye dreams of night ; 
 
 Jesus is mine. 
 Lost in this dawning bright, 
 
 Jesus is mine. 
 All that my soul has tried, 
 Left but a dismal void ; 
 Jesus has satisfied; 
 
 Jesus is mine. 
 
 4 Farewell, mortality; 
 
 Jesus is mine. 
 Welcome, eternity; 
 
 Jesus is mine. 
 Welcome, O loved and blest, 
 Welcome, sweet scenes of rest, 
 Welcome, my Saviour's breast ; 
 
 Jesus is mine. 
 
 Mrs. Horatius Bonar. (1808 — ) 1845. 
 
 736 
 
 Afo?e Love to T/iee/' 
 John xxi. 17. 
 
 6,4. 
 
 1 MORE love to Thee, O Christ, 
 
 More love to Thee ! 
 Hear Thou the prayer I make, 
 
 On bended knee ; 
 This is my earnest plea, 
 More love, O Christ, to Thee, 
 
 More love to Thee. 
 
 2 Once earthly joy I craved, 
 
 Sought peace and rest; 
 Now Thee alone I seek, 
 Give what is best: 
 
 This all my prayer shall be, 
 More love, O Christ, to Thee, 
 More love to Thee ! 
 
 j Let sorrow do its work, 
 
 Send grief and pain ; 
 Sweet are Thy messengers, 
 
 Sweet their refrain, 
 When they can sing with me, 
 More love, O Christ, to Thee, 
 
 More love to Thee ! 
 
 4 Then shall my latest breath 
 
 Whisper Thy praise ; 
 This be the parting cry 
 
 My heart shall raise, 
 This still its prayer shall be, 
 More love, O Christ, to Thee, 
 
 More love to Thee ! 
 
 Mrs Elizabeth Payson Prentiss. (1819 — ) 1869. 
 / O / " yesus is mine." 6, 4i 6, 6, 6, 4- 
 
 1 Now I have found a Friend, 
 
 Jesus is mine ; 
 His love shall never end, 
 
 Jesus is mine : 
 Though earthly joys decrease, 
 Though earthly friendships cease, 
 Now I have lasting peace ; 
 
 Jesus is mine. 
 
 2 Though I grow poor and old, 
 
 Jesus is mine; 
 Though I grow faint and cold, 
 
 Jesus is mine : 
 He shall my wants supply ; 
 His precious blood is nigh, 
 Naught can my hope destroy; 
 
 Jesus is mine. 
 
 3 When earth shall pass away, 
 
 Jesus is mine ; 
 In the great judgment day, 
 
 Jesus is mine: 
 O what a glorious thing, 
 Then to behold my King, 
 On tuneful harp to sing, 
 
 Jesus is mine. 
 
 Henry Joy Mc Cracken Hope. (1809 — 1872.) 1852. al; 
 
 738 
 
 Light in Darkness. C. M. 
 
 I My God, the Spring of all my joys,, 
 The Life of my delights. 
 
COMMUNION WITH GOD. LONGING FOR HOLINESS. 
 
 2CI 
 
 The Glory of my brightest days, 
 And Comfort of my nights ? 
 
 2 In darkest shades if He appear, 
 
 My dawning is begun ; 
 He is my soul's sweet Morning Star, 
 And He my Rising Sun. 
 
 3 The opening heavens around me shine 
 
 With beams of sacred bliss, 
 While Jesus shows His heart is mine, 
 And whispers, / am His. 
 
 4 My soul would leave this heavy clay, 
 
 At that transporting word ; 
 Run up with joy the shining way, 
 T' embrace my dearest Lord. 
 
 5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death, 
 
 I 'd break through every foe ; 
 The wings of love, and arms of faith, 
 Should bear me conqueror through. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1709. 
 739 Delighting in God. C. M. 
 
 1 O Lord, I would delight in Thee, 
 
 And on Thy care depend; 
 
 To Thee in every trouble flee, 
 
 My best, my only Friend. 
 
 2 When all created streams are dried, 
 
 Thy fulness is the same ; 
 
 May I with this be satisfied, 
 
 And glory in Thy name. 
 
 3 No good in creatures can be found, 
 
 But may be found in Thee ; 
 I must have all things, and abound, 
 While God is God to me. 
 
 4 O Lord, I cast my care on Thee; 
 
 I triumph and adore; 
 Henceforth my great concern shall be 
 To love and please Thee more. 
 
 Rev. John Ryland. (1735 — 1825.) 1777. ab. 
 
 Happiness only in God. 
 T's. lxxiii. 25. 
 
 740 
 
 1 My God, my Portion, and my Love, 
 
 My everlasting All, 
 T Ve none but Thee in heaven above, 
 Or on this earthly ball. 
 
 2 In vain the bright, the burning sun 
 
 Scatters his feeble light ; 
 
 C. M. 
 
 'T is Thy sweet beams create my noon; 
 If Thou withdraw, 'tis night. 
 
 3 To Thee we owe our wealth and friends, 
 
 And health and safe abode ; 
 Thanks to Thy name for meaner things, 
 But they are not my God. 
 
 4 Were I possessor of the earth, 
 
 And called 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. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1709. ab. 
 
 hi t Make me a clean Heart." C. M. 
 
 /4 1 Ps. li .o 
 
 i O FOR 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 resigned, submissive, meek, 
 My dear Redeemer's throne ; 
 
 Where only Christ is heard to speak, 
 W T here Jesus reigns alone. 
 
 3 A humble, lowly, contrite heart, 
 
 Believing, true, and clean ; 
 Which neither life nor death can part 
 From Him that dwells within. 
 
 4 A heart in every thought renewed, 
 
 And full of love divine ; 
 Perfect- and right, and pure, and good, 
 A copy, Lord, of Thine. 
 
 5 Thy nature, dearest Lord, impart ; 
 
 Come quickly from above ; 
 Write Thy new Name upon my heart, 
 Thy new, best Name of Love. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (170S — 17SS.) 1742.3b. 
 742 " Impart Thyself to me. " CM. 
 
 i O Lord, impart Thyself to me, 
 No other good I need ; 
 When Thou, the Son, shalt make me free, 
 I shall be free indeed. 
 
202 
 
 LONGING FOR HOLINESS. HATRED OF SIN. 
 
 2 I cannot rest till in Thy blood 
 
 I full redemption have ; 
 But Thou, through whom I come to God, 
 Canst to the utmost save. 
 
 3 From sin, the guilt, the power, the pain, 
 
 Thou wilt redeem my soul : 
 Lord, I believe, and not in vain ; 
 My faith shall make me whole. 
 
 4 I too with Thee shall walk in white ; 
 
 With all Thy saints shall prove 
 The length, and depth, and breadth, and 
 Of everlasting love. [height 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708— 1788.) 1740. ab. and alt. 
 
 1 Talk with me, Lord." 
 Luke xxiv. 32. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 743 
 
 1 Talk with me, Lord : Thyself reveal, 
 
 While here o'er earth I rove ; 
 Speak to my heart, and let it feel 
 The kindling of Thy love. 
 
 2 With Thee conversing, I forget 
 
 All time, and toil, and care ; 
 
 Labor is rest, and pain is sweet, 
 
 If Thou, my God, art here. 
 
 3 Here then, my God, vouchsafe to stay, 
 
 And make my heart rejoice ; 
 My bounding heart shall own Thy sway, 
 And echo to Thy voice. 
 
 4 Thou callest me to seek Thy face ; 
 
 'T is all I wish to seek; 
 To attend the whispers of Thy grace, 
 And hear Thee inly speak. 
 
 5 Let this my every hour employ, 
 
 Till I Thy glory see, 
 Enter into my Master's joy, 
 And find my heaven in Thee. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. 1740. ab. 
 744 The hidden Life. CM. 
 
 1 O HAPPY soul, that lives on high, 
 
 While men lie groveling here ! 
 His hopes are fixed above the sky, 
 And faith forbids his fear. 
 
 2 His conscience knows no secret stings, 
 
 While grace and joy combine 
 To form a life, whose holy springs 
 Are hidden and divine. 
 
 3 He waits in secret on his God, 
 His God in secret sees; 
 
 Let earth be all in arms abroad, 
 He dwells in heavenly peace. 
 
 4 His pleasures rise from things unseen, 
 
 Beyond this world and time, 
 Where neither eyes nor ears have been, 
 Nor thoughts of mortals climb. 
 
 5 He wants no pomp nor royal throne 
 
 To raise his honor here, 
 Content and pleased to live unknown, 
 Till Christ his life appear. 
 
 6 He looks to heaven's eternal hills, 
 To meet that glorious day ; 
 
 Dear Lord, how slow Thy chariot wheels, 
 How long is Thy delay ! 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1720. 
 
 BreatJiing after Holiness. 
 Ps. c.mx. 5, 133, 176, 35. 
 
 745 
 
 1 O that the Lord would guide my ways, 
 
 To keep His statutes still ; 
 O that my God would grant me grace, 
 To know and do His will ! 
 
 2 Order my footsteps by Thy word, 
 
 And make my heart sincere ; 
 Let sin have no dominion, Lord, 
 But keep my conscience clear. 
 
 3 My soul hath gone too far astray, 
 My feet too often slip; 
 
 Yet since I 've not forgot Thy way, 
 Restore Thy wandering sheep. 
 
 4 Make me to walk in Thy commands, 
 'T is a delightful road ; 
 
 Nor let my head, or heart, or hands, 
 Offend against my God. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1719. ab. 
 
 746 
 
 For a tender Conscience. 
 
 i I want a principle within 
 Of jealous, godly fear; 
 A sensibility of sin, 
 A pain to feel it near. 
 
 2 From Thee that I no more may part, 
 No more Thy goodness grieve, 
 The filial awe, the fleshly heart, 
 The tender conscience give. 
 
 C. M. 
 
JOYOUS TRUST IN CHRIST, 
 
 203 
 
 3 Quick as the apple of an eye, 
 
 O God, my conscience make ; 
 Awake my soul when sin is nigh, 
 And keep it still awake. 
 
 4 If to the right or left I stray, 
 
 That moment, Lord, reprove; 
 And let me weep my life away 
 For having grieved Thy love. 
 
 5 O may the least omission pain 
 
 My well-instructed soul, 
 And drive me to the blood again, 
 Which makes the wounded whole. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. 1749. ab. 
 747 Mercies and Thanks. CM. 
 
 1 HOW can I sink with such a prop 
 
 As my eternal God, 
 Who bears the earth's huge pillars up, 
 And spreads the heavens abroad ? 
 
 2 How can I die while Jesus lives, 
 
 Who rose and left the dead ? 
 Pardon and grace my soul receives 
 From my exalted Head. 
 
 3 All that I am, and all I have, 
 
 Shall be forever Thine; 
 Whate'er my duty bids me give, 
 My cheerful hands resign. 
 
 4 Yet if I might make some reserve, 
 
 And duty did not call, 
 I love my God with zeal so great. 
 That I should give Him all. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Waits. 1709. 
 
 God ottr Portion here and liereafter. 
 Ps. Ixxiii. 23-28. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 748 
 
 i God, my supporter and my hope, 
 My help forever near, 
 Thine arm of mercy held me up 
 When sinking in despair. 
 
 2 Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet 
 
 Through this dark wilderness ; 
 Thy hand conduct me near Thy seat, 
 To dwell before Thy face. 
 
 3 Were I in heaven without my God, 
 
 'T would be no joy to me ; 
 And while this earth is my abode, 
 I long for none but Thee. 
 
 4 What if the springs of life were broke, 
 
 And flesh and heart should faint? 
 God is my soul's eternal rock, 
 The strength of every saint. 
 
 5 But to draw near to Thee, my God, 
 
 Shall be my sweet employ : 
 My tongue shall sound Thy works abroad, 
 And tell the world my joy. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1719. ab. 
 749 Sonshiji. C. M. 
 
 1 Grace, like an uncorrupted seed, 
 
 Abides and reigns within; 
 Immortal principles forbid 
 The sons of God to sin. 
 
 2 Not by the terrors of a slave 
 
 Do they perform His will, 
 But with the noblest powers they have 
 His sweet commands fulfil. 
 
 3 They find access, at every hour, 
 
 To God within the veil ; 
 Hence they derive a quickening power, 
 And joys that never fail. 
 
 4 O happy souls ! O glorious state 
 
 Of overflowing grace ! 
 To dwell so near their Father's seat, 
 And see His lovely face. 
 
 5 Lord, I address Thy heavenly throne ; 
 
 Call me a child of Thine ; 
 Send down the .Spirit of Thy Son, 
 To form my heart divine. 
 
 6 There shed Thy choicest love abroad, 
 
 And make my comforts strong: 
 Then shall I say, "My Father God," 
 With an unwavering tongue. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1709. ab. 
 
 i_ -1 n Christ our Strength and Righteousness. C. M. 
 75 U Ps. lxxi. 
 
 i My Saviour, my Almighty Friend, 
 When I begin Thy praise, 
 Where will the growing numbers end, 
 The numbers of Thy grace ? 
 
 2 Thou art my everlasting trust, 
 Thy goodness I adore; 
 And since I knew Thy graces first, 
 I speak Thy glories more. 
 
204 
 
 WATCHING UNTO PRAYER. GOD ALL IN ALL. 
 
 3 My feet shall travel all the length 
 Of the celestial road, 
 And march with courage in Thy strength 
 To see my Father, God. 
 
 When I am filled with sore distress 
 
 For some surprising sin, 
 I "11 plead Thy perfect righteousness, 
 
 And mention none but Thine. 
 
 5 How will my lips rejoice to tell 
 
 The victories of my King ! 
 My soul, redeemed from sin and hell, 
 Shall Thy salvation sing. 
 
 6 Awake, awake, my tuneful powers ! 
 
 With this delightful song 
 I ! 11 entertain the darkest hours, 
 Nor think the season long. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674—1748.) 1719. ab. 
 
 Christ the 
 
 Way. 
 Pet. v 
 
 S. M. 
 
 Watching and Praying. 
 Luke .win. 1. Phil. iv. 13. 
 
 S. M. 
 
 751 
 
 1 JESUS, my Strength, my Hope, 
 
 On Thee I cast my care, 
 With humble confidence look up, 
 And know Thou hear'st my prayer. 
 
 2 Give me on Thee to wait, 
 
 Till I can all things do ; 
 On Thee, Almighty to create, 
 Almighty to renew. 
 
 3 I want a sober mind, 
 
 A self-renouncing will, 
 That tramples down, and casts behind 
 The baits of pleasing ill ; 
 
 4 A soul inured to pain, 
 
 To hardship, grief, and loss, 
 Bold to take up, firm to sustain 
 The consecrated cross. 
 
 5 I want a godly fear, 
 
 A quick-discerning eye, 
 That looks to Thee when sin is near, 
 And sees the Tempter fly ; 
 
 6 A spirit still prepared, 
 
 And armed with jealous care, 
 Forever standing on its guard, 
 And watching unto prayer. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708 — 17SS.) 1742. ab. 
 
 752 John 
 
 1 Jesus, my Truth, my Way, 
 
 My sure, unerring Light, 
 On Thee my feeble steps I stay, 
 Which Thou wilt lead 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 mine eyes to Thee, 
 
 My lovely bleeding Lamb, 
 That I may still enlightened be, 
 And never put to shame. 
 
 4 I never will remove 
 
 Out of Thy hands my cause ; 
 But rest in Thy redeeming love, 
 And hang upon Thy cross. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. 1749. 
 
 753 God in All 
 
 i Teach me, my God and King, 
 In all things Thee to see, 
 And what I do in anything, 
 To do it as for Thee ; 
 
 2 To scorn the senses' sway, 
 
 While still to Thee I tend ; 
 In all I do be Thou the Way, 
 In all be Thou the End. 
 
 3 All may of Thee partake ; 
 
 Nothing so small can be 
 But draws, when acted for Thy sake, 
 Greatness and worth from Thee. 
 
 4 If done to obey Thy laws, 
 
 E'en servile labors shine ; 
 Hallowed is toil, if this the cause, 
 The meanest work, divine. 
 
 Rev. George Herbert. (1593 — 1632.) 1635. ab. 
 
 ab. 
 
 S. M. 
 
 tir* a " All in ail." 
 
 /04 Ps. lxxiii. 25. 
 
 1 My God, my Life, my Love, 
 
 To Thee, to Thee I call ; 
 I cannot live if Thou remove, 
 For Thou art All in all. 
 
 2 To Thee, and Thee alone, 
 
 The angels owe their bliss ; 
 
 S. M. 
 
GOD ALL IN ALL. BREATHING AFTER GOD AND HOLINESS. 
 
 205 
 
 They sit around Thy gracious throne, 
 And dwell where Jesus is. 
 
 3 Not all the harps above 
 
 Can make a heavenly place, 
 If God His residence remove, 
 Or but conceal His face. 
 
 4 Nor earth, nor all the sky, 
 
 Can one delight afford ; 
 No, not a drop of real joy, 
 - Without Thy presence, Lord. 
 
 5 Thou art the sea of love, 
 
 Where all my pleasures roll ; 
 The circle where my passions move, 
 And centre of my soul. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1709. ab. 
 
 755 
 
 yesus in the midst of us. 
 .Matt, xviii. 20. 
 
 S. M. 
 
 i Jesus, we look to Thee, 
 
 Thy promised presence claim ; 
 Thou in the midst of us shalt be, 
 Assembled in Thy name. 
 
 2 Thy name salvation is, 
 
 Which here we come to prove ; 
 Thy name is life, and health, and peace, 
 And everlasting love. 
 
 3 Not in the name of pride 
 
 Or selfishness we meet ; 
 From nature's paths we turn aside, 
 And worldly thoughts forget. 
 
 4 We meet, the grace to take 
 
 Which Thou hast freely given ; 
 We meet on earth for Thy dear sake, 
 That we may meet in heaven. 
 
 5 Present we know Thou art, 
 
 But O, Thyself reveal ; 
 Now, Lord, let every bounding heart 
 The mighty comfort feel. 
 
 6 O might Thy quickening voice 
 
 The death of sin remove ; 
 And bid our inmost souls rejoice, 
 In hope of perfect love. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. 1749. ab. 
 
 756 
 
 Pure in Heart. 
 Matt. v. 8. 
 
 S. M. 
 
 i Blest ar,e the pure in heart, 
 For they shall see our God ; 
 
 14 
 
 The secret of the Lord is theirs, 
 Their soul is Christ's abode. 
 
 Still to the lowly soul 
 
 He doth Himself impart ; 
 And for His cradle and His throne 
 
 Chooseth the pure in heart. 
 
 Lord, we Thy presence seek, 
 
 May ours this blessing be ; 
 O give the pure and lowly heart, 
 
 A temple meet for Thcc. 
 
 Rev. John Kcblc. (1793-1360.) 1019. ab. and alt. 
 
 757 
 
 lie is precious. 
 1 Pet. ii. 7. 
 
 7, 6. i). 
 
 1 I need Thee, precious Jesus, 
 For I am full of sin ; 
 
 My soul is dark and guilty, 
 
 My heart is dead within; 
 I need the cleansing fountain 
 
 Where I can always flee, 
 The blood of Christ most precious, 
 
 The sinner's perfect plea. 
 
 2 I need Thcc, precious Jesus, 
 For I am very poor ; 
 
 A stranger and a pilgrim, 
 
 I have no earthly store ; 
 I need the love of Jesus 
 
 To cheer me on my way, 
 To guide my doubting footsteps, 
 
 To be my strength and stay. 
 
 3 I need Thee, precious Jesus, 
 I need a friend like Thee, 
 
 A friend to soothe and pity, 
 
 A friend to care for me. 
 I need the heart of Jesus 
 
 To feel each anxious care, 
 To tell my every trouble, 
 
 And all my sorrows share. 
 
 4 I need Thee, precious Jesus, 
 And hope to see Thee soon, 
 
 Encircled with the "rainbow, 
 And seated on Thy throne : 
 
 There, with Thy blood-bought children, 
 My joy shall ever be, 
 
 To sing Thy praises, Jesus, 
 To gaze, my Lord, on Thee. 
 
 Rev. Frederick Whitfield. (1829 — ) 1839. a ^- and si. alt. 
 
x6breathing after cod and HOLINESS. CONFIDENCE IN CHRIST, 
 
 75" " Thee, Thee only." 7, 6. D. 
 
 i Lord Jesus, by Thy passion, 
 
 To Thee I make my prayer; 
 Thou who in mercy smitest, 
 
 Have mercy, Lord, and spare : 
 O wash me in the fountain 
 
 That floweth from Thy Side; 
 O clothe me in the raiment 
 
 Thy blood hath purified. 
 
 2 O hold Thou up my goings, 
 
 And lead from strength to strength, 
 That unto Thee in Zion 
 
 I may appear at length 
 O make my spirit worthy 
 
 To join the ransomed throng ; 
 
 teach my lips to utter 
 That everlasting song. 
 
 3 O give that last, best blessing 
 
 That even saints can know, 
 To follow in Thy footsteps 
 
 Wherever Thou dost go. 
 Not wisdom, might, or glory, 
 
 I ask to win above ; 
 
 1 ask for Thee, Thee only, 
 
 O Thou Eternal Love ! 
 
 Unknown Author. 
 
 My hope I cannot measure, 
 
 My path to life is free, 
 My Saviour has my treasure, 
 
 And He will walk with me. 
 
 Miss Anna Laetitia Waring. 1850. si. alt. 
 
 760 
 
 " / •will/car no Evil." 
 Ps xxiii 4. 
 
 7,6. d. 
 
 759 
 
 1 In heavenly love abiding, 
 
 No change my heart shall fear; 
 And safe is such confiding, 
 
 For nothing changes here. 
 The storm may roar without me, 
 
 My heart may low be laid, 
 But God is round about me, 
 
 And can I be dismayed ? 
 
 2 Wherever He may guide me, 
 
 No want shall turn me back ; 
 My Shepherd is beside me, 
 
 And nothing can I lack. 
 His wisdom ever waketh, 
 
 His sight is never dim, 
 He knows the way He taketh, 
 
 And I will walk with Him. 
 
 3 Green pastures are before me, 
 
 Which yet I have not seen ; 
 Bright skies will soon be o'er me, 
 Where darkest clouds have been. 
 
 " O yesit, mciuc Sonne." 7) « D. 
 
 1 I KNOW no life divided, 
 
 O Lord of life, from Thee; 
 In Thee is life provided 
 
 For all mankind and me : 
 I know no death, O Jesus, 
 
 Because I live in Thee ; 
 Thy death it is which frees us 
 
 From death eternally. 
 
 2 I fear no tribulation, 
 
 Since, whatsoe'er it be, 
 It makes no separation 
 
 Between my Lord and me. 
 If Thou, my God and Teacher, 
 
 Vouchsafe to be my own, 
 Though poor, I shall be richer 
 
 Than monarch on his throne. 
 
 3 If, while on earth I wander, 
 
 My heart is light and blest, 
 Ah, what shall I be yonder 
 
 In perfect peace and rest? 
 O blessed thought in dying, 
 
 We go to meet the Lord, 
 Where there shall be no sighing, 
 
 A kingdom our reward. 
 
 Rev. Carl Johaun Philipp Spitta (1801— 1859.) 1833. 
 Tr. by Richard Massie. 1S60 ab. 
 
 76l 
 
 "A calm, a thankful Heart." C. M. 
 
 1 Father, whate'er of earthly bliss 
 
 Thy sovereign will denies, 
 Accepted at Thy throne of grace, 
 Let this petition rise : 
 
 2 Give me a calm, a thankful heart, 
 
 From every murmur free ; 
 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. 
 
 Miss Anne Steele. (1717-177S) 1760. ab. 
 
RESIGNATION AND PEACE. SEEKING CONSOLATION. 
 
 207 
 
 ,_/£/■> " Remetm^r me, O my God." C. M. 
 
 JOZ Neh. xiii. 31. 
 
 1 O THOU from whom all goodness flows, 
 
 I lift my heart to Thee ; 
 In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes, 
 Dear Lord, remember mc. 
 
 2 When groaning on my burdened heart 
 
 My sins lie heavily, 
 Thy pardon speak, new peace impart, 
 In love remember me. 
 
 3 Temptations sore obstruct my way, 
 
 And ills I cannot flee ; 
 O give me strength, Lord, as my day; 
 For good remember me. 
 
 4 Distrest with pain, disease, and grief, 
 
 This feeble body see; 
 Grant patience, rest, and kind relief; 
 Hear and remember me. 
 
 5 If on my face for Thy dear name, 
 
 Shame and reproaches be, 
 All hail reproach, and welcome shame, 
 If Thou remember me. 
 
 6 The hour is near ; consigned to death, 
 
 I own the just decree : 
 Saviour with my last parting breath, 
 I'll cry, Remember me. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Haweis. (1732 — 1820.) 1792. 
 
 5 Calm in the sufferance of wrong, 
 Like Him who bore my shame, 
 Calm 'mid the threatening, taunting throng 
 Who hate Thy holy Name. 
 
 Rev. Horatius Bonar. (1S0S— ) 1857. ab. 
 
 764 
 
 C. M. 
 
 Our Refuge. 
 
 1 Dear Refuge of my weary soul, 
 
 On Thee, when sorrows rise, 
 On Thee, when waves of trouble roll, 
 My fainting hope relies. 
 
 2 To Thee I tell each rising grief, 
 
 For Thou alone canst heal ; 
 Thy word can bring a sweet relief 
 For every pain I feel. 
 
 3 But O, when gloomy doubts prevail, 
 
 I fear to call Thee mine ; 
 The springs of comfort seem to fail, 
 And all my hopes decline. 
 
 4 Yet, gracious God, where shall I flee? 
 
 Thou art my only trust ; 
 And still my soul would cleave to Thee, 
 Though prostrate in the dust. 
 
 5 Thy mercy-seat is open still ; 
 
 Here let my soul retreat, 
 With humble hope attend Thy will, 
 And wait beneath Thy feet. 
 
 Miss Anne Steele. (1717 — 1778.) 1760.3b. 
 
 763 
 
 The inner Calm. CM. 
 
 1 Calm me, my God, and keep me calm, 
 
 Soft resting on Thy breast; 
 Soothe me with holy hymn and psalm, 
 And bid my spirit rest. 
 
 2 Calm me, my God, and keep me calm; 
 
 Let Thine outstretched wing 
 Be like the shade of Elim's palm, 
 Beside her desert spring. 
 
 3 Yes, keep me calm, though loud and rude 
 
 The sounds my ear that greet ; 
 Calm in the closet's solitude, 
 Calm in the bustling street; 
 
 4 Calm in the hour of buoyant health, 
 
 Calm in my hour of pain ; 
 
 Calm in my poverty or wealth, 
 
 Calm in my loss or gain; 
 
 765 
 
 1 The secret Place. ' 
 Ps. xci. 
 
 CM. 
 
 i There is a safe and secret place 
 Beneath the wings divine, 
 Reserved for all the heirs of grace: 
 O be that refuge mine ! 
 
 2 The least and, feeblest there may bide 
 
 Uninjured and unawed ; 
 While thousands fall on every side, 
 He rests secure in God. 
 
 3 The angels watch him on his way, 
 
 And aid with friendly arm ; 
 
 And Satan, roaring for his prey, 
 
 May hate, but cannot harm. 
 
 4 He feeds in pastures large and fair 
 
 Of love and truth divine; 
 O child of God, glory's heir, 
 How rich a lot is thine ! 
 
208 
 
 SEEKING CONSOLATION. SUBMISSION. 
 
 5 A hand almighty to defend, 
 An car for every call, 
 An honored life, a peaceful end, 
 And heaven to crown it all ! 
 
 Rev Henry Francis Lytc: (1793 — 1847.) 1834. 
 
 766 
 
 Prayer mid Hope. 
 Ps. xxvii. 8, 9, 13, 14. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 1 Soon as I heard my Father say, 
 
 "Ye children, seek My grace; " 
 My heart replied without delay, 
 '■ I 11 seek my Father's face. r ' 
 
 2 Let not Thy face be hid from me, 
 
 Nor frown my soul away : 
 God of my life, I fly to Thee 
 In a distressing day. 
 
 3 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. 
 
 4 My fainting flesh had died with grief, 
 
 Had not my soul believed 
 To see Thy grace provide relief; 
 Nor was my heart deceived. 
 
 5 Wait on the Lord, ye trembling saints, 
 
 And keep your courage up : 
 He '11 raise your spirit when it faints, 
 And far exceed your hope. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748 ) 1719. 
 
 3 My Jesus, as Thou wilt: 
 
 Though seen through many a tear, 
 Let not my star of hope 
 
 Grow dim or disappear. 
 Since Thou on earth hast wept 
 
 And sorrowed oft alone, 
 If I must weep with Thee. 
 
 My Lord, Thy will be done. 
 
 4 My Jesus, as Thou wilt : 
 
 All shall be well for me ; 
 Each changing future scene 
 
 I gladly trust with Thee. 
 Straight to my home above, 
 
 I travel calmly on, 
 And sing in life or death, 
 
 My Lord, Thy will be done. 
 
 Rev. Benjamin Schmolke. (1672— 1737.) 1716. 
 Tr. by .Miss Jane Borthwick. 1853. a b- 
 
 "The Rod." 
 Micah vi. 9. 
 
 6. D, 
 
 767 
 
 "Jlfcirt jss:i, ivie D>t willst." 
 
 1 My Jesus, as Thou wilt : 
 
 may Thy will be mine 
 Into Thy hand of love 
 
 1 would my all resign. 
 Through sorrow or through joy, 
 
 Conduct me as Thine own, 
 And help me still to say, 
 
 My Lord, Thy will be done. 
 
 2 My Jesus, as Thou wilt : 
 
 If needy here and poor, 
 Give me Thy people's bread, 
 
 Their portion rich and sure. 
 The manna of Thy word 
 
 Let my soul feed upon; 
 And if all else should fail, 
 
 My Lord, Thy will be done. 
 
 6.n. 
 
 768 
 
 1 I DID Thee wrong, my God; 
 
 I wronged Thy truth and love; 
 I fretted at the rod, 
 
 Against Thy power I strove. 
 Come nearer, nearer still; 
 
 Let not Thy light depait; 
 Bend, break this stubborn will, 
 
 Dissolve this iron heart. 
 
 2 Less wayward let me be, 
 
 More pliable and mild; 
 In glad simplicity 
 
 More like a trustful child. 
 Less, less of self each day, 
 
 And more, my God, of Thee; 
 O keep me in the way, 
 
 However roush it be. 
 
 3 Less of the flesh each day, 
 
 Less of the world and sin; 
 More of Thy Son, I pray, 
 
 More of Thyself within. 
 More moulded to Thy will, 
 
 Lord, let Thy servant be; 
 Higher and higher still, 
 
 Liker and liker Thee. 
 
 Rev. Horatius Bonar. (1808 — ) 1857. ab. 
 
SUBMISSION. 
 
 209 
 
 769 
 
 T7ie Rest that remabuth. 6. D 
 
 i There is a blessed home 
 
 Beyond this land of woe, 
 Where trials never come, 
 
 Nor tears of sorrow flow; 
 Where faith is lost in sight, 
 
 And patient hope is crowned, 
 And everlasting light 
 
 Its glory throws around. 
 
 2 There is a land of peace, 
 
 Good angels know it well; 
 Glad songs that never cease 
 
 Within its portals swell ; 
 Around its glorious throne 
 
 Ten thousand saints adore 
 Christ, with the Father One 
 
 And Spirit, evermore. 
 
 3 O joy all joys beyond, 
 
 To see the Lamb who died, 
 And count each sacred wound 
 
 In hands, and feet, and side ; 
 To give to Him the praise 
 
 Of every triumph won, 
 And sing through endless days 
 
 The great things He hath done. 
 
 4 Look up, ye saints of God, 
 
 Nor fear to tread below 
 The path your Saviour trod 
 
 Of daily toil and woe; 
 Wait but a little while 
 
 In uncomplaining love, 
 His own most gracious smile 
 
 Shall welcome you above. 
 
 Rev. Sir Henry Williams Baker. (1821— ) 1S61. 
 
 770 
 
 " Thy Way, not mine. 
 
 i Thy way, not mine, O Lord, 
 
 However dark it be ! 
 Lead me by Thine own hand ; 
 
 Choose out the path for me. 
 I dare not choose my lot ; 
 
 I would not, if I might ; 
 Choose Thou for me, my God, 
 
 So shall I walk aright. 
 
 2 The kingdom that I seek 
 Is Thine : so let the way 
 
 That leads to it be Thine, 
 Else I must surely stray. 
 
 6. D, 
 
 Take thou my cup, and it 
 
 With joy or sorrow fill, 
 As best to Thee may seem ; 
 
 Choose Thou my good and ill. 
 3 Choose Thou for me my friends, 
 
 My sickness or my health, 
 Choose Thou my cares for me, 
 
 My poverty or wealth. 
 Not mine, not mine the choice, 
 
 In things or great or small ; 
 Be Thou my Guide, my Strength, 
 
 My Wisdom, and my All. 
 
 Rev. lioratms Bonar. 1857. ab. 
 / / * Longing fcr Christ. C. D. 
 
 1 MY spirit longs for Thee 
 
 Within my troubled breast, 
 Unworthy though I be 
 
 Of so Divine a Guest. 
 Of so Divine a Guest 
 
 Unworthy though I be, 
 Yet has my heart no rest 
 
 L T nless it come from Thee. 
 
 2 Unless it come from Thee, 
 
 In vain I look around ; 
 In all that I can see 
 
 No rest is to be found. 
 No rest is to be found 
 
 But in Thy blessed love: 
 O let my wish be crowned, 
 
 And send it from above. 
 
 John Byi'om. (1691 — 1763 ) 1773. 
 77"^ Christ's Answer. C. D. 
 
 1 Cheer up, desponding soul, 
 
 Thy longing pleased I see : 
 'T is part of that great whole 
 
 Wherewith I longed for thee ; 
 Wherewith I longed for thee, 
 
 And left' My Father's throne, 
 From death to set thee free, 
 
 And claim thee for My own. 
 
 2 To claim thee for My own. 
 
 I suffered on the cross : 
 O were My love but known, 
 
 All else would be as dross; 
 All else would be as dross, 
 
 And souls, through grace divine, 
 Would count their gain but loss, 
 
 To live for ever Mine. 
 
 John Byrom. 1773. 
 
210 
 
 CONSOLATION IN GOD. 
 
 Gad's Care a Remedy far ours. 
 I Pet v 7 
 
 S. M. 
 
 773 
 
 1 How gentle God's command ! 
 
 How kind His precepts are ! 
 " Come, cast your burdens on the Lord, 
 And trust His constant care." 
 
 2 While Providence supports, 
 
 Let saints securely dwell ; 
 That hand, which bears all nature up, 
 Shall guide His children well. 
 
 3 Why should this anxious load 
 
 Press down your weary mind ? 
 Haste to your heavenly Father's throne, 
 And sweet refreshment find. 
 
 4 His goodness stands approved, 
 
 Down to the present day ; 
 I 11 drop my burden at His feet, 
 And bear a song away. 
 
 Rev Philip Doddridge. (1707 — 1751 ) 1755. 
 
 Affliction blessed. 
 Ps cxix. 71, 75 
 
 S. M. 
 
 774 
 
 1 How tender is Thy hand, 
 
 O Thou beloved Lord: 
 Afflictions come at Thy command, 
 And leave us at Thy word. 
 
 2 How gentle was the rod 
 
 That chastened us for sin : 
 How soon we found a smiling God, 
 Where deep distress had been. 
 
 3 A Father's hand we felt, 
 
 A Father's heart we knew ; 
 With tears of penitence we knelt, 
 And found His word was true. 
 
 4 We told Him all our grief, 
 
 We thought of Jesus' love; 
 A sense of pardon brought relief, 
 And bade our pains remove. 
 
 5 Now we will bless the Lord, 
 
 And in His strength confide; 
 Forever be His name adored, 
 For there is none beside. 
 
 Thomas Hastings. (1784 — 1872.) 1822, 1850. 
 
 Trust in Providence. 
 Matt. vi. 25. 1 Pet. v. 7. 
 
 775 
 
 1 Commit thou all thy griefs 
 And ways into His hands, 
 
 S. M. 
 
 To His sure truth and tender care, 
 Who earth and heaven commands. 
 
 2 Who points the clouds their course, 
 
 Whom wind and seas obey, 
 He shall direct thy wandering feet, 
 He shall prepare thy way. 
 
 3 Thou on the Lord rely, 
 
 So safe shalt thou go on ; 
 Fix on His work thy steadfast eye, 
 So shall thy work be done. 
 
 4 No profit canst thou gain 
 
 By self-consuming care; 
 To Him commend thy cause; His ear 
 Attends the softest prayer. 
 
 5 And whatsoe'er Thou will'st 
 
 Thou dost, O King of kings; 
 What Thy unerring wisdom chose, 
 Thy power to being brings. 
 
 Rev Paul Gerhardt (1606—1676.) 1659. 
 Tr. by Rev John Wesley (1703 — 1791.) 1739. ab 
 
 776 
 
 S. M. 
 
 " Thy Will be mine >" 
 
 1 It is Thy hand, my God, 
 
 My sorrow comes from Thee ; 
 I bow beneath Thy chastening rod, 
 'Tis love that bruises me. 
 
 2 I would not murmur, Lord, 
 
 Before Thee I am dumb ; 
 Lest I should breathe one murmuring word, 
 To Thee for help I come. 
 
 3 My God, Thy name is Love ; 
 
 A Father's hand is Thine ; 
 With tearful eyes I look above, 
 And cry, "Thy will be mine !" 
 
 4 I know Thy will is right, 
 
 Though it may seem severe ; 
 Thy path is still unsullied light, 
 Though dark it may appear. 
 
 5 Jesus for me hath died ; 
 
 Thy Son Thou didst not spare ; 
 His pierced hands, His bleeding side, 
 Thy love for me declare. 
 
 6 Here my poor heart can rest ; 
 
 My God, it cleaves to Thee: 
 Thy will is love, Thine end is best ; 
 All work for good to me. 
 
 James George Deck. 1843. 
 
CONSOLATION IN GOD. 
 
 TRUST IN PROVIDE NCE. 
 
 211 
 
 ,-.,_,- Safety hi Cod. S. M. 
 
 7/7 IV xxx.. 
 
 i My spirit, on Thy care, 
 Blest Saviour, I recline ; 
 Thou wilt not leave me to despair, 
 For Thou art Love divine. 
 
 2 In Thee I place my trust, 
 
 On Thee I calmly rest ; 
 I know Thee good, I know Thee just, 
 And count Thy choice the best. 
 
 3 Whate'cr events betide, 
 
 Thy will they all perform ; 
 Safe in Thy breast my head I hide, 
 Nor fear the coming storm. 
 
 4 Let good or ill befall, 
 
 It must be good for me ; 
 Secure of having Thee in all, 
 Of having all in Thee. 
 
 Rev. Henry Francis Lyte (1793 — 1847.) 1S34. 
 
 " Sivcct is Thy Mercy." 
 Ps. cix. 20. 
 
 S. M. 
 
 778 
 
 i Sweet is Thy mercy, Lord; 
 Before Thy mercy-seat 
 My soul, adoring, pleads Thy word, 
 And owns Thy mercy sweet. 
 
 z My need, and Thy desires, 
 Are all in Christ complete ; 
 Thou hast the justice truth requires, 
 And 1 Thy mercy sweet. 
 
 3 Where'er Thy name is blest, 
 
 Where'er Thy people meet, 
 
 There I delight in Thee to rest, 
 
 And find Thy mercy sweet. 
 
 4 Light Thou my weary way, 
 
 Place Thou my weary feet, 
 That while I stray on earth I may 
 Still find Thy mercy sweet 
 
 5 Thus shall the heavenly host 
 
 Hear all my songs repeat 
 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
 My joy, Thy mercy sweet. 
 
 Rev. John Samuel Dewley Monsell. (1S11— ) 1862. 
 779 Constant Trust in God. C. M. D. 
 
 i Father of Love, our Guide and Friend, 
 O lead us gently on, 
 
 Until life's trial-time shall end, 
 And heavenly peace be won. 
 
 We know not what the path may be 
 As yet by us untrod ; 
 
 But we can trust our all to Thee, 
 Our Father and our God. 
 
 2 If called, like Abraham's child, to climb 
 
 The hill of sacrifice, 
 Some angel may be there in time ; 
 
 Deliverance shall arise : 
 Or, if some darker lot be good, 
 
 O teach us to endure 
 The sorrow, pain, or solitude, 
 
 That make the spirit pure. 
 
 3 Christ by no flowery pathway came ; 
 And we, His followers here, 
 
 Must do Thy will and praise Thy Name, 
 
 In hope, and love, and fear. 
 And, till in Heaven we sinless bow, 
 
 And faultless anthems raise, 
 O Father, Son, and Spirit, now 
 
 Accept our feeble praise. 
 
 Rev. William Josiah Irons. (1812 — ) 1853. 
 
 7*0 Christ cheering tJie Cheerless CM. 
 
 1 
 
 i O Thou, whose filmed and failing eye, 
 Ere yet it closed in death, 
 Beheld Thy mother's agony, 
 The shameful cross beneath : 
 
 2 Remember them, like her, through whom 
 
 The sword of grief is driven, 
 And O, to cheer their cheerless gloom, 
 Be Thy dear mercy given. 
 
 3 Let Thine own word of tenderness 
 Drop on them from above ; 
 
 Its music shall the lone heart bless, 
 Its touch shall heal with love. 
 
 4 O Son of Mary, Son of God, 
 
 The way of mortal ill, 
 By Thy blest feet in triumph trod, 
 Our feet are treading still. 
 
 5 But not with strength like Thine, wc go 
 
 This dark and dreadful way; 
 As Thou wert strengthened in Thy woe, 
 So strengthen us, we pray. 
 
 Rev. Alexander Ramsay Thompson. (1822—) 1869. 
 
212 
 
 TRUST IN PROVIDENCE, 
 
 7" I '■' Tlu Peace ef God." C. M 
 
 1 The world can neither give nor take, 
 
 Nor can they comprehend 
 The peace of God, which Christ hasbought, 
 The peace which knows no end. 
 
 2 The burning bush was not consumed 
 
 Whilst God remained there ; 
 The Three, when Jesus made the Fourth, 
 Found fire as soft as air. 
 
 3 God's furnace doth in Zion stand ; 
 
 But Zion's God sits by, 
 
 As the refiner views his gold 
 
 With an observant eye. 
 
 4 His thoughts are high, His love is wise, 
 
 His wounds a cure intend; 
 And, though He does not always smile, 
 He loves unto the end. 
 
 Rev. John Mason. ( — 1694.) 16S3. alt. 
 Selina, Countess of Huntingdon. (1707 — 1791-) 17S0. 
 
 Steadfast Trust. 
 Ps. lxxi. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 782 
 
 1 In Thee I put my steadfast trust, 
 
 Defend me, Lord, from shame ; 
 Incline Thine ear, and save my soul, 
 For righteous is Thy name. 
 
 2 Be Thou my strong abiding-place, 
 
 To which I may resort ; 
 Thy promise, Lord, is my defence, 
 Thou art my rock and fort. 
 
 3 My steadfast and unchanging hope 
 
 Shall on Thy power depend ; 
 
 And I in grateful songs of praise 
 
 My time to come will spend. 
 
 Tate and Brady 1696. ab. and alt. 
 7"3 Prayer/or Pity C. M. 
 
 1 To Thee, my God, whose presence fills 
 
 The earth, and seas, and skies, 
 ToThee, whose name, whose heart isLove, 
 With all my powers I rise. 
 
 2 Troubles in long succession roll ; 
 
 Wave rushes upon wave ; 
 Pity, O pity my distress; 
 
 Thy child, Thy suppliant save. 
 
 3 bid the roaring tempest cease; 
 
 Or give me strength to bear 
 Whate'er Thy holy will appoints, 
 And save me from despair. 
 
 4 To Thee, my God, alone I look, 
 
 On Thee alone confide ; 
 Thou never hast deceived the soul 
 That on Thy grace relied. 
 
 5 Though oft Thy ways are wrapt in clouds 
 
 Mysterious and unknown, 
 Truth, Righteousness, and Mercy stand 
 The pillars of Thy throne. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Gibbons. (1720 — 1725.) 17S4. 
 
 784 
 
 The right Faith CM. 
 
 1 O FOR a faith that will not shrink 
 
 Though pressed by every foe ; 
 That will not tremble on the brink 
 Of any earthly woe ; 
 
 2 That will not murmur nor complain 
 
 Beneath the chastening rod, 
 But, in the hour of grief or pain, 
 Will lean upon its God ; 
 
 3 A faith that shines more bright and clear 
 
 When tempests rage without ; 
 That when in danger knows no fear, 
 In darkness feels no doubt ; 
 
 4 A faith that keeps the narrow way 
 
 Till life's last hour is fled, 
 And with a pure and heavenly ray 
 Lights up a dying bed. 
 
 5 Lord, give us such a faith as this, 
 
 And then, whate'er may come, 
 We'll taste, e'en here, the hallowed bliss 
 Of an eternal home. 
 
 Rev. William Hiley Bathurst. (1796—) iSji. ab. 
 
 Vows made in Trouble. 
 Ps cxvi. 12. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 785 
 
 1 What shall I render to my God 
 
 For all His kindness shown ? 
 My feet shall visit Thine abode, 
 My songs address Thy throne. 
 
 2 Among the saints that fill Thy house, 
 
 My offering shall be paid ; 
 There shall my zeal perform the vows 
 My soul in anguish made. 
 
 3 How much is mercy Thy delight, 
 
 Thou ever blessed God ! 
 How dear Thy servants in Thy sight ! 
 How precious is their blood ! 
 
TRUST IN PROVIDENCE. 
 
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 4 How happy all Thy servants are ! 
 
 How great Thy grace to me ! 
 My life, which Thou hast made Thy care, 
 Lord, I devote to Thee. 
 
 5 Now I am Thine, forever Thine ; 
 
 Nor shall my purpose move : 
 Thy hand hath loosed my bonds of pain, 
 And bound me with Thy love. 
 
 6 Here in Thy courts I leave my vow, 
 
 And Thy rich grace record ; 
 Witness, ye saints, who hear me now, 
 If I forsake the Lord. 
 
 Rev Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1719. 
 
 3 I welcome all Thy sovereign will, 
 
 For all that will is love ; 
 And when I know not what Thou dost, 
 I wait the light above. 
 
 4 Thy covenant in the darkest gloom 
 
 Shall heavenly rays impart, 
 And when my eyelids close in death 
 Sustain my fainting heart. 
 
 Rev. Philip Doddridge. (1702— 1751.) 1755. ab. and alt. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 786 
 
 Preservation by Day and Night. 
 Ps. exxi. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 TO heaven I lift my waiting eyes, 
 There all my hopes are laid ; 
 
 The Lord, that built the earth and skies, 
 Is my perpetual aid. 
 
 2 Their feet shall never slide nor fall, 
 
 Whom He designs to keep; 
 His ear attends the softest call, 
 His eyes can never sleep. 
 
 3 Israel, rejoice and rest secure, 
 
 Thy keeper is the Lord : 
 His wakeful eyes employ His power 
 For thine eternal guard. 
 
 4 Nor scorching sun, nor sickly moon, 
 
 Shall have His leave to smite ; 
 He shields thy head from burning noon, 1 
 From blasting damps at night. 
 
 5 He guards thy soul, He keeps thy breath, 
 
 Where thickest dangers come ; 
 Go and return, secure from death, 
 Till God commands thee home. 
 
 Rev Isaac Watts. 1719. ab. 
 
 Support in Cod's Ccvcuaut. 
 2 Sam xxiii 5 
 
 787 
 
 i My God, the covenant of Thy love 
 Abides forever sure ; 
 And in its matchless grace I feel 
 My happiness secure. 
 
 2 Since Thou, the everlasting God, 
 My Father art become, 
 Jesus ray Guardian and my Friend, 
 And heaven my final home; 
 
 C. M. 
 
 / **M Submission. 
 
 i O LORD, my best desire fulfil, 
 And help me to resign 
 Life, health, and comfort to Thy will, 
 And make Thy pleasure mine. 
 
 2 Why should I shrink at Thy command, 
 
 Whose love forbids my fears ? 
 Or tremble at the gracious Hand 
 That wipes away my teais? 
 
 3 No, let me rather freely yield 
 
 What most I prize to Thee, 
 Who never hast a good withheld, 
 Or wilt withhold from me. 
 
 4 Thy favor, all my journey through, 
 
 Thou art engaged to grant ; 
 What else I want, or think I do, 
 'T is better still to want. 
 
 5 Wisdom and mercy guide my way; 
 
 Shall I resist them both ? 
 A poor blind creature of a day, 
 And crushed before the moth ! 
 
 6 But, ah, my inmost spirit cries, 
 
 Still bind me to Thy sway ; 
 Else the next cloud that veils the skies, 
 Drives all these thoughts away. 
 
 William Cowper (1731 — 1800) 1779. 
 /O9 Cod's Way in the Deep CM. 
 
 1 THY way is in the deep, O Lord : 
 
 E'en there we'll go with Thee ; 
 We'll meet the tempest at Thy word, 
 And walk upon the sea. 
 
 2 Poor tremblers at His rougher wind, 
 
 Why do we doubt Him so? 
 Who gives the storm a path, will find 
 The way our feet shall go. 
 
214 
 
 CONSOLATION IN THE SYMPATHY OF CHRIST. 
 
 3 A moment may His hand be lest, 
 
 Drear moment of delay ! 
 We cry, " Lord help the tempest-tost," 
 And safe we're borne away. 
 
 4 The Lord yields nothing to our tears 
 
 And flies from selfish care ; 
 But comes Himself, where'er He hears 
 The voice of loving prayer. 
 
 Unknown Author. 
 790 "Help us!" CM. 
 
 i O help us, Lord, each hour of need 
 Thy heavenly succor give ; 
 Help us in thought, and word, and deed, 
 Each hour on earth we live. 
 
 2 O help us when our spirits bleed, 
 
 With contrite anguish sore ; 
 And when our hearts are cold and dead, 
 O help us, Lord, the more. 
 
 3 If strangers to Thy fold we call, 
 
 Imploring at Thy feet 
 The crumbs that from Thy table fall, 
 : T is all we dare entreat. 
 
 4 O help us, Jes- -, from on high: 
 
 We know no help but Thee ; 
 O help us so to live and die, 
 As Thine in heaven to be. 
 
 Rev. Henry Har: Milman. (1791 — 1868.) 1827. ab. 
 t— - - '< He hath borne our Griefs." J. 
 
 79 ■*■ is. i.ii. 4 . 
 
 1 When our heads are bowed with woe, 
 When our bitter tears o'erflow, 
 When we mourn the lost, the dear, 
 Jesus, Son of Mary, hear. 
 
 2 Thou our throbbing flesh hast worn, 
 Thou our mortal griefs hast borne, 
 Thou hast shed the human tear; 
 Jesus, Son of Mary, hear. 
 
 3 When the solemn death-bell tolls 
 For our own departing souls, 
 When our final doom is near, 
 Jesus, Son of Mary, hear. 
 
 4 Thou hast bowed the dying head, 
 Thou the blood of life hast shed, 
 Thou hast filled a mortal bier ; • 
 Jesus, Son of Mary, hear. 
 
 5 When the heart is sad within 
 With the thought of all its sin, 
 
 When the spirit shrinks with fear, 
 Jesus, Son of Mary, hear. 
 6 Thou, the shame, the grief hast known ; 
 Though the sins were not Thine own, 
 Thou hast deigned their load to bear; 
 Jesus, Son of Mary, hear. 
 
 Rev. Henry Hart Milman. 1S27. ab. 
 792 Prayer/or Comfort. 7- 
 
 i In the dark and cloudy day, 
 When earth's riches flee away, 
 And the last hope will not stay, 
 Saviour, Saviour, comfort me. 
 
 2 When the hoard of many years 
 Like a fleet cloud disappears, 
 And the future's full of fears, 
 Saviour, Saviour, comfort me. 
 
 3 When the secret idol's gone 
 
 That my poor heart yearned upon, 
 Desolate, bereft, alone, 
 Saviour, Saviour, comfort me. 
 
 4 Thou, who wast so sorely tried, 
 In the darkness crucified, 
 
 Bid me in Thy love confide ; 
 Saviour, Saviour, comfort me. 
 
 5 In these hours of sad distress, 
 Let me know He loves no less, 
 Bids me trust His faithfulness; 
 Saviour, Saviour, comfort me. 
 
 6 Not unduly let me grieve, 
 Meekly the kind stripes receive, 
 Let me humbly still believe ; 
 Saviour, Saviour, comfort me. 
 
 Rev. Robert Herrick. (1591 — 1674 ) 1647. ab. and alt. 
 /7J " Hear and save." 7 
 
 i Lord of mercy and of might, 
 Of mankind the Life and Light, 
 Maker, Teacher Infinite, 
 Jesus, Jesus, hear and save. 
 
 2 Who, when sin's primeval doom 
 Gave creation to the tomb, 
 Didst not scorn a Virgin's womb, 
 Jesus, Jesus, hear and save. . 
 
 3 Strong Creator, Saviour mild, 
 Humbled to a mortal child, 
 Captive, beaten, bound, reviled, 
 Jesus, Jesus, hear and save. 
 
COMMITTING THE FUTURE TO GOD. 
 
 215 
 
 4 Throned above celestial things, 
 Borne aloft on angels' wings, 
 Lord of lords, and King of kings, 
 Jesus, Jesus, hear and save. 
 
 5 Soon to come to earth again, 
 Judge of angels and of men, 
 Hear us now, and hear us then, 
 Jesus, Jesus, hear and save. 
 
 Bp Reginald Heber (1783—1326.) 1811. alt. 
 t-lf\ a " Cast thy Burden upon the Lord." 7. 
 
 7y4 ps iv. 22 * 
 
 1 Cast thy burden on the Lord, 
 Only lean upon His word ; 
 
 Thou shalt soon have cause to bless, 
 His eternal faithfulness. 
 
 2 Ever in the raging storm 
 
 Thou shalt see His cheering form, 
 Hear His pledge of coming aid: 
 " It is I, be not afraid." 
 
 3 Cast thy burden at His feet; 
 Linger at His mercy-seat : 
 He will lead thee by the hand 
 Gently to the better land. 
 
 4 He will gird thee by His power, 
 In thy weary, fainting hour; 
 Lean then, loving, on His word; 
 Cast thy burden on the Lord. 
 
 Rev. Rowland Hill. (1744 — 1833.) 1783. v. 1 
 George Rawson. (1807 — ) 1857. ab. and much alt. 
 
 /y3 Prayer for Guidance. 
 
 i Heavenly Father, to whose eye 
 Future things unfolded lie, 
 Through the desert where I stray, 
 Let Thy counsels guide my way. 
 
 2 Lord, uphold me day by day, 
 Shed a light upon my way, 
 
 Guide me through perplexing snares, 
 Care for me in all my cares. 
 
 3 All I ask for is, enough ; 
 Only, when the way is rough, 
 Let Thy rod and staff impart 
 Strength and courage to my heart. 
 
 4 Should Thy wisdom, Lord, decree 
 Trials long and sharp for me, 
 Pain or sorrow, care or shame, 
 Father, glorify Thy name ! 
 
 5 Let me neither faint nor fear, 
 Feeling still that Thou art near ; 
 
 In the course my Saviour Lro'd, 
 Tending still to Thee, my Cod. 
 
 Josiah Conder. (17S9 — 1855.) 1S37. ab. 
 79^ Childlike Simplicity. 7 
 
 1 Jesus, cast a look on me: 
 Give me true simplicity; 
 
 Make me poor, and keep me low, 
 Seeking only Thee to know. 
 
 2 All that feeds my busy pi ide, 
 Cast it evermore aside ; 
 
 Bid my will to Thine submit, 
 Lay me humbly at Thy feet. 
 
 3 Make me like a little child, 
 Simple, teachable, and mild; 
 Seeing only in Thy light, 
 Walking only in Thy might; 
 
 4 Leaning on Thy loving breast, 
 Where a weary soul may rest: 
 Feeling well the peace of God 
 Flowing from Thy precious blood. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708 — 1788.) 1762. much alt 
 Rev. John Berridge. (1716— 1793.) 1785. ab. 
 
 t—f^i— "My Times arc in Thy Hand." n 
 
 jyi Ps. xx.xi. 15. 
 
 1 Sovereign Ruler of the skies, 
 Ever gracious, ever wise. 
 All my times are in Thy hand, 
 All events at Thy command. 
 
 1 Times of sickness, times of health, 
 Times of penury and wealth; 
 Times of trial and of grief, 
 Times of triumph and relief; 
 
 3 Times the Tempter's power to prove, 
 Times to taste a Saviour's love ; 
 
 All must come, and last, and end, 
 As shall please my heavenly Friend. 
 
 4 Plagues and deaths around me fly; 
 Till He bids, I cannot die : 
 
 Not a single shaft can hit 
 Till the God of love sees fit. 
 
 5 O Thou Gracious, Wise, and Just, 
 In Thy hands my life I trust : 
 Have I something dearer still ? 
 
 I resign it to Thy will. 
 
 6 Thee at all times will 1 bless ; 
 Having Thee I all possess ; 
 How can I bereaved be, 
 
 Since I cannot part with Thee? 
 
 Rev. John Ryland. (1753 — 1825.) 17773b. 
 
2l6 
 
 RESIGNATION. CHRIST OUR CONSOLER. 
 
 P7 n Q " Blessed are they that mourn." L. M. 
 
 /y° Matt. v. 4. 
 
 i O deem not they are blest alone, 
 Whose lives a peaceful tenor keep ; 
 The Power, who pities man, has shown 
 A blessing for the eyes that weep. 
 
 2 The light of smiles shall fill again 
 
 The lids that overflow with tears ; 
 And weary hours of woe and pain 
 Are promises of happier years. 
 
 3 There is a day of sunny rest 
 
 For every dark and troubled night; 
 
 And grief may bide an evening guest, 
 
 But joy shall come with early light. 
 
 4 And thou, who o'er thy friend's low bier 
 
 Sheddest the bitter drops like rain, 
 Hope that a brighter, happier sphere 
 Will give him to thy arms again. 
 
 5 Nor let the good man's trust depart, 
 
 Though life its common gifts deny ; 
 
 Though, with a pierced and broken heart, 
 
 And spurned of men, he goes to die. 
 
 6 For God has marked each sorrowing day, 
 
 And numbered every secret tear, 
 And heaven's long age of bliss shall pay 
 For all His children suffer here. 
 
 William Cullen Bryant. (1794 — ) 1824. 
 /yy Trials meant for Good. L. M. 
 
 1 Why should I murmur or repine, 
 
 O Lamb of God, who bled for me ? 
 What are my griefs compared with Thine, 
 Thy tears, Thy groans, Thine agony ! 
 
 2 If Thou the furnace dost employ, 
 
 Thou sittest as refiner near 
 To purge away the base alloy, 
 
 Till Thine own image bright appear. 
 
 3 Though oft Thy way is in the sea, 
 
 Thy footsteps in the winged storm ; 
 Though crested billows threaten me, 
 Love slumbers in their frowning form. 
 
 4 Submissive would I kiss the rod, 
 
 Needful each stroke, I humbly own : 
 Help me to trust Thee, O my God, 
 If now Thy wisdom be unknown. 
 
 Unknown Author. 
 
 000 Temptation. L. M. 
 
 1 The billows swell, the winds are high, 
 Clouds overcast my wintry sky ; 
 
 Out of the depths to Thee I call, 
 
 My fears are great, my strength is small. 
 
 2 O Lord, the pilot's part perform, 
 
 And guard and guide me through the storm ; 
 Defend me from each threatening ill, 
 Control the waves, say, ' ' Peace, be still !" 
 
 3 Amidst the roaring of the sea 
 
 My soul still hangs her hope on Thee ; 
 Thy constant love, Thy faithful care, 
 Is all that saves me from despair. 
 
 4 Dangers of every shape and name 
 Attend the followers of the Lamb, 
 Who leave the world's deceitful shore, 
 And leave it to return no more. 
 
 5 Though tempest-tost and half a wreck, 
 My Saviour through the floods I seek : 
 Let neither winds nor stormy main 
 Force back my shattered bark again. 
 
 William Cowper. (1731 — 1800.) 1779. 
 
 Q ir\ t Christ able to suceor the tempted. L. M. 61. 
 
 SOI , Heb. ii. 18. 
 
 i When gathering clouds around I view, 
 And days are dark, and friends are few, 
 On Him I lean who not in vain 
 Experienced every human pain ; 
 He sees my wants, allays my fears, 
 And counts and treasures up my tears. 
 
 2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray 
 From heavenly wisdom's narrow way ; 
 To fly the good I would pursue, 
 
 Or do the sin I would not do ; 
 
 Still He who felt temptation's power, 
 
 Shall guard me in that dangerous hour. 
 
 3 When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend 
 Which covers what was once a friend, 
 And from his voice, his hand, his smile, 
 Divides me for a little while ; 
 
 Thou, Saviour, mark'st the tears I shed, 
 For Thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead. 
 
 4 And O, when I have safely past 
 Through every conflict but the last, 
 Still, still unchanging, watch beside 
 
CHRIST OUR CONSOLER. CONFIDENCE IN GOD. 
 
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 My painful bed, for Thou hast died; 
 Then point to realms of cloudless day, 
 And wipe the latest tear away. 
 
 Sir Robert Grant. (17S5— 1S3S.) 1806, 1812. ab. 
 
 " Continually luith Thee. 
 Ps. Ixxiii. 23 — 26. 
 
 802 
 
 i WHEN, in the hour of lonely woe, 
 I give my sorrows leave to flow, 
 And anxious fear and dark distrust 
 Weigh down my spirit to the dust ; 
 
 2 When not e'en friendship's gentle aid 
 Can heal the wounds the world has made, 
 O. this shall check each rising sigh, 
 
 My Saviour is forever nigh ! 
 
 3 His counsels and upholding care 
 My safety and my comfort are ; 
 And He shall guide me all my days, 
 Till glory crown the work of grace. 
 
 4 Jesus, in whom but Thee above 
 Can I repose my trust, my love ? 
 And shall an earthly object be 
 Loved in comparison with Thee? 
 
 5 My flesh is hastening to decay, 
 
 Soon shall the world have passed away: 
 And what can mortal friends avail, 
 When heart and strength and life shall fail ; 
 
 6 But O, be Thou, my Saviour, nigh, 
 And I will triumph while I die;. 
 My strength, my portion, is divine, 
 And Jesus is forever mine. 
 
 Josiah Cornier. (17S9 — 1855.) 1837. 
 O03 " Befichl die dcine Wegc" S. M. 
 
 i Give to the winds thy fears ; 
 Hope, and be undismayed : 
 God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears ; 
 God shall lift up thy head. 
 
 2 Through waves and clouds and storms, 
 
 He gently clears thy way : 
 Wait thou His time, so shall this night 
 Soon end in joyous day. 
 
 3 What though thou rulest not, 
 
 Yet heaven and earth and hell 
 Proclaim, God sitteth on the throne, 
 And ruleth all things well. 
 
 4. Far, far above thy thought 
 His counsel shall appear, 
 
 When fully He the work hath wrought 
 That caused thy needless fear. 
 
 5 Thou seest our weakness, Lord, 
 
 Our hearts are known to Thee ; 
 O lift Thou up the sinking hand, 
 Confirm the feeble knee. 
 
 6 Let us, in life, in death, 
 
 Thy steadfast truth declare, 
 And publish with our latest breath 
 Thy love and guardian care. 
 
 Rev. Paul Gerhardt. (1606 — 1676.) 1659. 
 Tr. by Rev. John Wesley. (1703 — 1791.) 1739. a &- 
 
 0O4 " All-sufficient Grace." S. M. 
 
 1 Jesus, my Lord, my God, 
 
 Thy promise I embrace; 
 And hail, beneath the Father's rod, 
 Thy all-sufficient grace. 
 
 2 My oft-repeated prayer 
 
 The kindest answer gains, 
 When, by Thy gracious aid, I bear 
 Life's keen and varied pains. 
 
 3 Should dread of want distress, 
 
 And men or fiends assail, 
 
 Infirmities my frame oppress, 
 
 And earthly comforts fail, 
 
 4 Still may I trust in Thee, 
 
 And calm each rising fear ; 
 For none of these can injure me 
 While Thou. O Christ, art near. 
 
 5 My faith as gold refine ; 
 
 Each grace and virtue prove ; 
 That in my spotless life may shine 
 The light of perfect love. 
 
 Unknown Author, ab. 
 
 805 
 
 S. M. 
 
 Help in Sorrow. 
 
 1 Fear not, poor, weary one ; 
 
 But struggle bravely yet; 
 Toil on until thy task is done, 
 
 Until thy sun is set. 
 Though many are thy cares, 
 
 And many are thy fears, 
 The loving Christ thy burden shares, 
 
 And wipes away thy tears. 
 
 3 No distant Christ is He, 
 
 And one that doth not know; 
 
 But watches close and constantly 
 
 The path which thou dost go. 
 
2l8 
 
 CONFIDENCE IN GOD. PRAYER. 
 
 4 'T is when thy heart is tried, 
 'Tis in thine hour of grief, 
 He standeth ever at thy side, 
 And ever brings relief. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Cogswell Upham. (1799 — 1872.) 1872. 
 
 0,-v /C "My Time* are in Thy Hattd." 
 
 oOO ' Ps . xxxi . I5 / 
 
 CM. 
 
 i Father, I know that all my life 
 
 Is portioned out for me; 
 The changes that will surely come 
 
 I do not fear to see : 
 I ask Thee for a present mind, 
 
 Intent on pleasing Thee. 
 
 2 I ask Thee for a thoughtful love, 
 
 Through constant watching wise, 
 To meet the glad with joyful smiles, 
 
 And 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, 
 Seeking for some great thing to do, 
 
 Or secret thing to know: 
 I would be treated as a child, 
 
 And guided where I go. 
 
 4 Wherever in the world I am, 
 
 In whatsoe'er estate, 
 I have a fellowship with hearts, 
 
 To keep and cultivate ; 
 A work of lowly love to do 
 
 For Him on whom I wait. 
 
 5 I ask Thee for the daily strength, 
 
 To none that asked denied, 
 A mind to blend with outward life, 
 
 While keeping at Thy side; 
 Content to fill a little space, 
 
 If Thou be glorified. 
 
 6 And if some things I do not ask 
 
 Among my blessings be, 
 I'd have my spirit filled the more 
 
 With grateful love to Thee; 
 Mote careful, not to serve Thee much, 
 
 But please Thee perfectly. 
 
 7 Briars and thorns beset our path 
 
 That call for patient care ; 
 There is a cross in every lot, 
 And earnest need for prayer; 
 
 Cut lowly hearts, that lean on Thee, 
 Are happy anywhere. 
 
 S In service which Thy will appoints 
 There are no bonds for me ; 
 My inmost heart is taught the truth 
 
 That makes Thy children free ; 
 A life of self-renouncing love 
 Is one of liberty. 
 
 Miss Anna Laetitia Waring. 1S50. alt. 
 
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 What is Prayer ? CM. 
 
 i PRAYER is the breath of God in man. 
 Returning whence it came; 
 Love is the sacred fire within, 
 And prayer the rising flame. 
 
 2 It gives the burdened spirit ease, . 
 
 And soothes the troubled breast ; 
 Yields comfort to the mourners here, 
 And to the weary rest. 
 
 3 When God inclines the heart to pray, 
 
 He hath an ear to hear; 
 To Him there's music in a groan, 
 And beauty in a tear. 
 
 4 The humble suppliant cannot fail 
 
 To have his wants supplied, 
 
 Since He for sinners intercedes, 
 
 Who once for sinners died. 
 
 Rev Benjamin Beddome (1717—1795) 1787. 
 
 What is Prayer ? 
 Acts. ix. 11. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 808 
 
 1 Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, 
 
 Uttered or unexpressed, 
 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. 
 
 3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech 
 
 That infant lips can try; 
 Prayer the sublimest strains that reach 
 The Majesty on high. 
 
 4 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice 
 
 Returning from his ways, 
 While angels in their songs rejoice, 
 And cry, " Behold he prays I" 
 
PRAYER. 
 
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 5 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, 
 
 The Christian's native air, 
 His watchword at the gates of death ; 
 He enters heaven with prayer. 
 
 6 O 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. 
 
 James Montgomery (1771 — 1S54 ) 1819, 1S53 ab. 
 
 809 
 
 Sins and Sorrows spread before God. C. M. 
 Eph 11. 13, 18. 
 
 1 O that I knew the secret place 
 
 Where I might find my God ! 
 I 'd spread my wants before His face, 
 And pour my woes abroad. 
 
 2 I'd tell Him how my sins arise, 
 
 What sorrows I sustain ; 
 How grace decays, and comfort dies, 
 And leaves my heart in pain. 
 
 3 He knows what arguments I 'd take 
 
 To wrestle with my God . 
 I 'd plead for His own mercy's sake, 
 And for my Saviour's blood. 
 
 4 Arise, my soul, from deep distress, 
 
 And banish every fear ; 
 He calls thee to His throne of grace, 
 To spread thy sorrows there. 
 
 Rev Isaac Watts. (1674—1748) 1720. ab. 
 OlO Retirement CM. 
 
 1 Far from the world, O Lord, I flee, 
 
 From strife and tumult far; 
 From scenes where Satan wages still 
 His most successful war. 
 
 2 The calm retreat, the silent shade, 
 
 With prayer and praise agree, 
 And seem by Thy sweet bounty made 
 For those who follow Thee. 
 
 3 There, if Thy Spirit touch the soul, 
 
 And grace her mean abode, 
 O with what peace, and joy, and love, 
 She communes with her God ! 
 
 4 There, like the nightingale, she pours 
 
 Her solitary lays ; 
 Nor asks a witness of her song, 
 Nor thirsts for human praise. 
 
 5 Author, and Guardian of my life, 
 
 Sweet Source of love Divine, 
 And, all harmonious names in one, 
 My Saviour, Thou art mine ! 
 
 6 What thanks I owe Thee, and what love, 
 A boundless, endless store, 
 
 Shall echo through the realms above 
 When time shall be no more ! 
 
 William Cowper. (1731 — 1800.) 1779. 
 
 Mounting 
 Ps. 
 
 up to Cod 
 v. 6. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 8ll 
 
 1 The bird let loose in Eastern skies, 
 
 When hastening fondly home, 
 Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies 
 Where idle warblers roam. 
 
 2 But high she shoots, through air and light. 
 
 Above all low delay, 
 Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, 
 Nor shadow dims her way. 
 
 3 So grant me, Lord, from every care 
 
 And stain of passion free, 
 Aloft, through virtue's purer air, 
 To hold my course to Thee. 
 
 4 No sin to cloud, no lure to stay 
 
 My soul, as home she springs; 
 Thy sunshine on her joyful way, 
 Thy freedom in her wings. 
 
 Thomas Moore (1779 — 1852 ) 1816. 
 O I 2 To move the Hand ■which moves Hie IVorld.C. M. 
 
 i There is an eye that never sleeps 
 Beneath the wing of night; 
 There is an ear that never shuts, 
 When sink the beams of light. 
 
 2 There is an arm that never tires, 
 
 When human strength gives way ; 
 There is a love that never fails, 
 When earthly loves decay. 
 
 3 That eye is fixed on seraph throngs; 
 
 That arm upholds the sky; 
 That ear is filled with angel songs; 
 That love is throned on high. 
 
 14 But there's a power which man can wield, 
 When mortal aid is vain, 
 That eye, that arm, that love to reach, 
 That listening ear to crain. 
 
220 
 
 5 That power is prayer, which soars on high,' Qjc 
 Through Jesus, to the throne, Jp 
 
 And moves the hand which moves the world, 
 To bring salvation down. 
 
 Rev. John Aikraan Wallace. (1802 — 1870.) 1S39. ab. 
 O I 3 Blest Hour of Prayer. L. M. 
 
 i Blest hour, when mortal man retires 
 To hold communion with His God ; 
 To send to Heaven his warm desires, 
 And listen to the sacred word. 
 
 God with us in Solitude. L . I 
 
 'TlS thus in solitude I roam 
 
 O'er many a land and tossing sea; 
 
 And yet, afar from friends and home, 
 I find, O God, a home in Thee. 
 
 2 I pass from things of space and time, 
 The finite meets or leaves my sight ; 
 But God expands o'er every clime, 
 The clothinsr of the infinite. 
 
 2 Blest hour, when God Himself draws nigh, 
 
 Well pleased His people's voice to hear ; ! 
 To hush the penitential sigh, 
 
 And wipe away the mourner's tear. 
 
 3 Blest hour, for where the Lord resorts 
 
 Foretastes of future bliss are given ; 
 And mortals find His earthly courts 
 The house of God, the gate of heaven 
 
 4 Hail, peaceful hour, supremely blest 
 
 Amid the hours of worldly care ; 
 The hour that yields the spirit rest, 
 That sacred hour, the hour of prayer. 
 
 5 And when my hours of prayer are past, 
 
 And this frail tenement decays, 
 
 Then may I spend in heaven at last 
 
 A never-ending hour of praise. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Raffles. (1788— 1863.) 1828. ab. 
 
 Retirement and Meditation 
 Titus ii. 12. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 814 
 
 1 My God, permit me not to be 
 A stranger to myself and Thee ; 
 Amidst 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 cleave to things below, 
 And let my God, my Saviour, go ? 
 
 3 Call me away from flesh and sense, 
 
 One sovereign word can draw me thence ; 
 1 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. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674—1748.) 1709. 
 
 3 He walks the earth, He rides the air ; 
 
 The lightning's speed He leaves behind. 
 His name is Love. And tell mc, where 
 Is sea or land He cannot find? 
 
 4 O, long I've known Him. Could it be 
 
 That if He did not hold me dear, 
 He thus would travel land and sea, 
 And throw His arms around me here? 
 
 5 I could not leave Him, if I would; 
 
 I would not, if the power were given : 
 'T would be to leave the True and Good, 
 The soul's Repose, the spirit's Heaven. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Cogswell Upham. (1799 — 1872) 1853. aD - 
 
 Exhortation to Prayer. 
 Col. lv 2. 
 
 8l6 
 
 I What various hindrances we meet, 
 In coming to a mercy-seat ! 
 Yet who that knows the worth of prayer. 
 But wishes to be often there ? 
 
 2 Prayer makes the darkened cloud withdraw, 
 Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw, 
 Gives exercise to faith and love, 
 
 Brings every blessing from above. 
 
 3 Restraining prayer, we cease to fight ; 
 Prayer makes the Christian's armor bright ; 
 And Satan trembles when he sees 
 
 The weakest saint upon his knees. 
 
 4 Have you no words? Ah, think again, 
 Words flow apace when you complain, 
 And fill your fellow creature's ear 
 With the sad tale of all your care. 
 
 5 Were half the breath thus vainly spent, 
 To heaven in supplication sent, 
 
 Our cheerful song would oftencr be, 
 " Hear what the Lord has done for me." 
 
 William Cowpcr. (1731— 1800.) 1779. ab. 
 
PRAYER 
 
 221 
 
 I / Breathing after Cod. L. M. 
 
 i WHERE is my God ? does He retire 
 Beyond the reach of humble sighs? 
 Are these weak breathings of desire 
 Too languid to ascend the skies ? 
 
 2 Look up, my soul, with cheerful eye, 
 
 See where the great Redeemer stands, 
 The glorious Advocate on high, 
 
 With precious incense in His hands. 
 
 3 He sweetens every humble groan, 
 
 He recommends each broken prayer : 
 Recline thy hope on Him alone 
 
 Whose power and love forbid despair. 
 
 Miss Anne Steele. (1717 — 177S.) 1760. ab. 
 OlO '■ Prayer 0/ the Heart and Lips." L. M. 
 
 1 O blessed God, to Thee I raise 
 
 My voice in thankful hymns of praise ; 
 And when my voice shall silent be, 
 My silence shall be praise to Thee. 
 
 2 For voice and silence both impart 
 The filial homage of my heart ; 
 And both alike are understood 
 
 By Thee, Thou Parent of all good, 
 
 3 Whose grace is all unsearchable, 
 Whose care for me no tongue can tell, 
 Who loves my loudest praise to hear, 
 And loves to bless my voiceless prayer. 
 
 From the Greek. Sabbath Hymn Book. 1858. 
 0I9 Watching and Praying L. M. 
 
 1 THEY pray the best who pray and watch, 
 
 They watch the best who watch and pray, 
 They hear Christ's fingers on the latch, 
 Whether He comes by night, or day. 
 
 2 Whether they guard the gates and watch, 
 
 Or, patient, toil for Him, and wait, 
 They hear His fingers on the latch, 
 If early He doth come, or late. 
 
 3 With trembling joy they hail their Lord, 
 
 And haste His welcome feet to kiss, 
 While He, well pleased, doth speak the word 
 That thrills them with unending bliss : 
 
 4 " Well done, My servants, now receive, 
 
 For faithful work, reward and rest, 
 And wreaths which busy angels weave 
 To crown the men who serve Me best." 
 
 Rev. Edward Hopper. (1818 — ) 1873- 
 
 J 5 
 
 Morning Prayer. 
 Luke. vi. 12. 
 
 S. M. 
 
 820 
 
 1 How sweet the melting lay 
 
 Which breaks upon the ear, 
 When at the hour of rising day 
 Christians unite in prayer. 
 
 2 The breezes waft their cries 
 
 Up to Jehovah's throne; 
 He listens to their humble sighs, 
 And sends His blessings down. 
 
 3 So Jesus rose to pray 
 
 Before the morning light ; 
 Once on the chilling mount did stay, 
 And wrestle all the night. 
 
 4 So Jesus still doth pray 
 
 Before the morning bright, 
 On heavenly mountains far away, 
 While we toil here in night. 
 
 5 Leave, Lord, Thy vigil there, 
 
 Descend upon life's wave ; 
 Come to the bark through midnight air, 
 The storm shall cease to rave. 
 
 Mrs. Phoebe Hinsdale Brown. (1783— 1S61.) 1835. 
 On t At Morning, Noon, and Night. S. M. 
 
 o2I K.iv.17. 
 
 1 COME at the morning hour, 
 
 Come, let us kneel and pray ; 
 Prayer is the Christian pilgrim's staff 
 To walk with God all day. 
 
 2 At noon, beneath the Rock 
 
 Of ages, rest and pray ; 
 Sweet is that shelter from the sun 
 In weary heat of day. 
 
 3 At evening, in thy home, 
 
 Around its altar, pray; 
 And finding there the house of God, 
 With heaven then close the day. 
 
 4 When midnight veils our eyes, 
 
 O, it is sweet to say, 
 I sleep, but my heart waketh, Lord, 
 With Thee to watch and pray. 
 
 James Montgomery. (1771 — 1854.) 1853. all. 
 
 Pray without ceasing.'' S. M. 
 
 1 Thess. v. 17 
 
 822 
 
 I Pray, without ceasing, pray, 
 Your Captain gives the word 
 His summons cheerfully obey, 
 And call upon the Lord % 
 
222 
 
 PRAYER. THE HOLY SPIRIT. 
 
 2 To God your every want 
 
 In instant prayer display; 
 Pray always ; pray, and never faint ; 
 Pray, without ceasing, pray. 
 
 3 His mercy now implore, 
 
 And now show forth His praise ; 
 In shouts, or silent awe, adore 
 His miracles of grace. 
 
 4 From strength to strength go on ; 
 
 Wrestle, and fight, and pray ; 
 Tread all the powers of darkness down, 
 And win the well-fought day. 
 
 5 Still let the Spirit cry, 
 
 In all His soldiers — "Come," 
 Till Christ the Lord descends from high, 
 And takes the conquerors home. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708 — 1788.) 1749. ab. 
 
 Qoo "Ask ivhat I shall give thee." S. M. 
 
 O^j 1 Kings iii. 5. 
 
 i Behold the throne of grace, 
 The promise ca'ls me near ; 
 There Jesus shows a smiling face, 
 And waits to answer prayer. 
 
 2 That rich atoning blood, 
 
 Which sprinkled round I see, 
 Provides for those who come to God 
 An all- prevailing plea. 
 
 3 My soul, ask what thou wilt, 
 
 Thou canst not be too bold ; 
 Since His own blood for thee He spilt, 
 What else can He withhold ? 
 
 4 Thine image, Lord, bestow, 
 
 Thy presence and Thy love ; 
 I ask to serve Thee here below, 
 And reign with Thee above. 
 
 5 Teach me to live by faith, 
 
 Conform my will to Thine, 
 Let me victorious be in death, 
 And then in glory shine. 
 
 Rev. John Newton. (1725 — 1807.) 1779. ab. 
 
 In a Hurry 0/ Business. 
 Is. xxvi. 3. 
 
 824 
 
 I THE praying spirit breathe, 
 The watching power impart, 
 From all entanglements beneath 
 Call off my anxious heart. 
 
 S. M. 
 
 2 My feeble mind sustain, 
 
 By worldly thoughts opprest ; 
 Appear, and bid me turn again 
 To my eternal rest. 
 
 3 Swift to my rescue come, 
 
 Thine own this moment seize ; 
 Gather my wandering spirit home, 
 And keep in perfect peace. 
 
 4 Suffered no more to rove 
 
 O'er all the earth abroad, 
 Arrest the prisoner of Thy love, 
 And shut me up in God. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. 1749. ab. 
 
 Importunacy in Prayer. S. M. 
 
 Luke xviii. 1 — 7. 
 
 825 
 
 1 Our Lord, who knows full well 
 
 The heart of every saint, 
 
 Invites us all our griefs to tell, 
 
 To pray, and never faint. 
 
 2 He bows His gracious ear, 
 
 We never plead in vain ; 
 Yet we must wait till He appear, 
 And pray, and pray again. 
 
 3 Jesus the Lord will hear 
 
 His chosen when they cry ; 
 Yes, though He may a while forbear, 
 He'll help them from on high. 
 
 4 His nature, truth, and love, 
 
 Engage Him on their side; 
 When they are grieved, Hismercies move, 
 And can they be denied ? 
 
 5 Then let us earnest be, 
 
 And never faint in prayer ; 
 He loves our importunity, 
 
 And makes our cause His care. 
 
 Rev. John Newton. 1779. ab. and alt. 
 
 826 
 
 H. M. 
 
 The Spirit asked for. 
 
 1 O Thou that hearest prayer, 
 
 Attend our humble cry ; 
 And let Thy servants share 
 
 Thy blessing from on high : 
 We plead the promise of Thy word; 
 Grant us Thy Holy Spirit, Lord. 
 
 2 If earthly parents hear 
 
 Their children when they cry, 
 
THE CHURCH. 
 
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 If they, with love sincere, 
 
 Their children's wants supply ; 
 Much more wilt Thou Thy love display, 
 And answer when Thy children pray. 
 
 3 Our Heavenly Father, Thou ! 
 
 We, children of Thy grace : 
 O let Thy Spirit now 
 
 Descend, and fill the place : 
 So shall we feel the heavenly flame, 
 And all unite to praise Thy name. 
 
 4 O send Thy Spirit down 
 
 On all the nations, Lord, 
 With great success to crown 
 
 The preaching of Thy word, 
 Till heathen lands shall own Thy sway, 
 And cast their idol-gods away. 
 
 John Burton. (1803 — ) 1824. ab. 
 
 Q/)h The Living Stone. H. M. 
 
 °^ / 1 Pet. li. 4, 5. 
 
 i With ecstasy of joy 
 
 Extol His glorious name, 
 Who raised the spacious earth, 
 
 And raised our ruined frame : 
 He built the Church who built the shy; 
 Shout, and exalt His honors high. 
 
 2 See the foundation laid 
 
 By power and love divine ; 
 Jesus His first-born Son, 
 
 How bright His glories shine ! 
 Low He descends, in dust He lies, 
 That from His tomb a Church might rise. 
 
 3 But He for ever lives, 
 
 Nor for Himself alone ; 
 Each saint new life derives 
 
 From this mysterious Stone ; 
 His influence darts through every soul, 
 And in one house unites the whole. 
 
 4 To Him with joy we move, 
 
 In Him cemented stand; 
 The living temple grows, 
 
 And owns the Founder's hand. 
 That structure, Lord, still higher raise, 
 Louder to sound its Builder's praise. 
 
 5 Descend, and shed abroad 
 
 The tokens of Thy grace, 
 And, with more radiant beams, 
 Let glory fill the place ; 
 
 Our joyful souls shall prostrate fall, 
 And own, our God is All in all. 
 
 Rev. Philip Doddridge. (1702 — 1751.) 173;. 
 t'^O " Angntarc Fundamcnti:::;." I. 
 
 i Christ is our Corner-stone, 
 
 On Him alone we build : 
 With His true saints alone 
 
 The courts of heaven arc filled : 
 On His great love I Of present grace, 
 Our hopes we place | And joys above. 
 
 2 O then with hymns of praise 
 
 These hallowed courts shall ring ; 
 Our voices we will raise 
 
 The Three in One to sing; 
 And thus proclaim I Both loud and long, 
 In joyful song, | That glorious Name. 
 
 3 Here, gracious God, do Thou 
 
 Forevermorc draw nigh ; 
 Accept each faithful prayer, 
 
 And mark each suppliant sigh ; 
 In copious shower I Each holy day, 
 On all who pray, | Thy blessings pour. 
 
 4 Here may we gain from Heaven 
 
 The grace which we implore ; 
 And may that grace, once given, 
 Be with us evermore, 
 Until that day I To endless rest 
 When all the blest I Are called away. 
 
 Unknown Author of the Sth centurv. 
 Tr by Rev. John Chandler. (1806—) 1837. 
 
 829 
 
 "One Lord, one FaitJi, one Baptism.'" H. M. 
 Eph. iv. 5. 
 
 1 ONE sole baptismal sign, 
 
 One Lord below, above, 
 Zion, one faith is thine, 
 
 One only watchword, love : 
 From different temples though it rise, 
 One song ascendeth to the skies. 
 
 2 Our Sacrifice is one ; 
 
 One Priest before the throne, 
 The slain, the risen Son, 
 
 Redeemer, Lord alone : 
 Thou who didst raise Him from the dead, 
 Unite Thy people in their Head, 
 
 3 O may that holy prayer, 
 
 His tenderest and His last, 
 
224 
 
 THE CHURCH. 
 
 His constant, latest care 
 
 Ere to His throne He passed, 
 No longer unfulfilled remain, 
 The world's offence, His people's stain ! 
 
 4 Head of Thy church beneath, 
 
 The catholic, the true, 
 On all her members breathe, 
 
 Her broken frame renew : 
 Then shall Thy perfect will be done, 
 When Christians love and live as one. 
 
 George Robinson. 1S42. 
 
 830 
 
 Gad's Tabernacle with Men. 8, 7. D. 
 Ezek. x.xxvii. 27. 
 
 1 PRAISE the Rock of our salvation, 
 
 Laud His Name from zone to zone; 
 On that Rock the Church is builded, 
 
 Christ Himself the Corner-Stone ; 
 Vain against our rock-built Zion 
 
 Winds and waters, fire and hail , 
 Christ is in her midst ; against her 
 
 Sin and hell shall not prevail. 
 
 2 Framed of living stones, cemented 
 
 By the Spirit's unity, 
 Based on Prophets and Apostles, 
 
 Firm in faith, and stayed on Thee, 
 May Thy Church, O Lord Incarnate, 
 
 Grow in grace, in peace, in love; 
 Emblem of the heavenly Zion, 
 
 The Jerusalem above. 
 
 3 Stands four-square that heavenly City; , 
 
 Paved with gold like crystal bright ; 
 Gates of pearl, and walls of jasper, 
 
 Emerald and chrysolyte ; 
 Broad and lofty tower its ramparts ; 
 
 At its gates twelve angels stand; 
 On its walls twelve names are graven, 
 
 Of the Apostles' chosen band. 
 
 4 Where Thou reignest, King of glory, 
 
 Throned in everlasting light, 
 Midst Thy saints, no more is needed 
 
 Sun by day, nor moon by night : 
 Soon may we those portals enter 
 
 When this earthly strife is o'er, 
 There to dwell with saints and angels 
 
 In Thy presence evermore. 
 
 Rev. Benjamin Webb. 1S72. ab. 
 
 « T The City a/God. 8, 7. D . 
 *-'«J x Is. xxxiu. 20, 21. 
 
 1 GLORIOUS things of thee are spoken, 
 
 Zion, city of our God : 
 He whose word cannot be broken, 
 
 Formed thee for His own abode : 
 On the Rock of ages founded. 
 
 What can shake thy sure repose ? 
 With salvation's walls surrounded, 
 
 Thou mayest smile at all thy foes. 
 
 2 See, the streams of living waters, 
 
 Springing from eternal love, 
 Well supply thy sons and daughters, 
 
 And all fear of want remove : 
 Who can faint, while such a river 
 
 Ever flows their thirst t' assuage ? 
 Grace, which, like the Lord, the Giver, 
 
 Never fails from age to age. 
 
 3 Round each habitation hovering, 
 
 See the cloud and fire appear, 
 For a glory and a covering, 
 
 Showing that the Lord is near: 
 Thus deriving from their banner 
 
 Light by night, and shade by day, 
 Safe they feed upon the manna 
 
 Which He gives them when they pray, 
 
 Rev. John Newton. (1725 — 1807.) 1779. 
 0^2 The Blessedness of the Saints. 8, 7. D. 
 
 1 Blest inhabitants of Zion, 
 
 Washed in the Redeemer's blood, 
 Jesus, whom their souls rely on, 
 
 Makes them kings and priests to God: 
 'T is His love His people raises 
 
 Over self to reign as kings ; 
 And as priests, His solemn praises 
 
 Each for a thank-offering brings. 
 
 2 Saviour, if of Zion's city 
 
 I through grace a member am, 
 Let the world deride or pity, 
 
 I will glory in Thy name : 
 Fading is the worldling's pleasure, 
 
 All his boasted pomp and show ; 
 Solid joys and lasting treasure 
 
 None but Zion's children know. 
 
 Rev. John Newton. 1779. 
 OjO "Angularc Fundamentum." 8, "J. 
 
 I CHRIST is made the sure foundation, 
 
 Christ the Head and Corner-Stone, 
 
THE CHURCH. 
 
 Chosen of the Lord, and precious, 
 Binding all the Church in one, 
 
 Holy Zion's help forever, 
 And her confidence alone. 
 
 2 All that dedicated city, 
 
 Dearly loved of God on high, 
 In exultant jubilation 
 
 Pours perpetual meloay ; 
 God the One in Three adoring 
 
 In glad hymns eternally. 
 
 3 To this temple, where we call Thee, 
 
 Come, O Lord of hosts, to-day : 
 With Thy wonted loving-kindness, 
 
 Hear Thy servants as they pray; 
 And Thy fullest benediction 
 
 Shed within its walls alway. 
 
 4 Here vouchsafe to all Thy servants 
 
 What they ask of Thee to gain, 
 What they gain from Thee for ever 
 
 With the blessed to retain, 
 And hereafter in Thy glory 
 
 Evermore with Thee to reign. 
 
 Unknown Author of the Sth century, 
 Tr. by Rev. John Mason Neale. (1818— 1S66.) 1851. ab. alt. 
 
 Q -> a Zien secure. 8. 7. 
 
 O34 P S . CXXV. 2. ' ' 
 
 1 ZlON stands by hills surrounded, 
 
 Zion kept by power divine: 
 All her foes shall be confounded, 
 Though the world in arms combine. 
 
 Happy Zion ! 
 What a favored lot is thine ! 
 
 2 Every human tie may perish ; 
 
 Friend to friend unfaithful prove; 
 
 Mothers cease their own to cherish ; 
 
 Heaven and earth at last remove; 
 
 But no changes 
 Can attend Jehovah's love. 
 
 3 In the furnace God may prove thee, 
 
 Thence to bring thee forth more bright, 
 But can never cease to love thee ; 
 Thou art precious in His sight: 
 
 God is with thee, 
 God thine everlasting light. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Kelly. (1769 — 1S55.) 1S06. ab. 
 
 S. M. 
 
 The church our blest Redeemer saved 
 With His own precious blood. 
 
 2 I love Thy church, O God: 
 
 Her walls before Thee stand, 
 Dear as the apple of Thine eye, 
 And graven on Thy hand. 
 
 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. 
 
 5 Jesus, Thou Friend divine, 
 
 Our Saviour and our King, 
 
 Thy hand from every snare and foe 
 Shall great deliverance bring. 
 
 6 Sure as Thy truth shall last, 
 To Zion shall be given 
 
 The brightest glories earth can yield, 
 And brighter bliss of heaven. 
 
 Rev. Timothy Dwight. (1752 — 1817.) 1800. ab. 
 
 836 
 
 The Beauty of the Church. 
 Ps. xlviii. 
 
 S. M. 
 
 835 
 
 Love to the Church. 
 P.s. exxxvii. 
 
 I I LOVE Thy kingdom, Lord, 
 The house of Thine abode, 
 
 1 Far as Thy name is known, 
 
 The world declares Thy praise ; 
 Thy saints, O Lord, before Thy throne 
 Their songs of honor raise. 
 
 2 With joy let Judah stand 
 
 On Zion's chosen hill, 
 Proclaim the wonders of Thy hand, 
 And counsels of Thy will. 
 
 3 Let strangers walk around 
 
 The city where we dwell, 
 Compass and view Thy holy ground, 
 And mark the building well ; 
 
 4 The orders of Thy house, 
 
 The worship of Thy court, 
 The cheerful songs, the solemn vows; 
 And make a fair report. 
 
 [5 How decent, and how wise ! 
 How glorious to behold ! 
 Beyond the pomp that charms the eyes, 
 And rites adorned with <jold. 
 
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 THE CHURCH 
 
 6 The God we worship now 
 Will guide us, till we die ; 
 Will be our God, while here below, 
 And ours above the sky. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1719. 
 
 837 
 
 The Church the Safety of tlie Nation. S. M. 
 Ps. xlviii. 
 
 i Great is the Lord our God, 
 And let His praise be great; 
 He makes His churches His abode, 
 His most delightful seat. 
 
 2 These temples of His grace, 
 
 How beautiful they stand, 
 The honors of our native place, 
 And bulwarks of our land. 
 
 3 In Zion God is known, 
 
 A Refuge in distress ; 
 How bright has His salvation shone 
 Through all her palaces ! 
 
 4 Oft have our fathers told, 
 
 Our eyes have often seen, 
 How well our God secures the fold, 
 Where His own sheep have been. 
 
 5 In even' new distress 
 
 We'll to His house repair; 
 We'll think upon His wondrous grace, 
 And seek deliverance there. 
 
 Rev Isaac Watts. 170. ab. 
 
 838 
 
 "Come, Kingdom o/cntr God." S. M. 
 
 1 COME, kingdom of our God, 
 
 Sweet reign of light and love, 
 Shed peace, and hope, and joy abroad, 
 And wisdom from above. 
 
 2 Over our spirits first 
 
 Extend thy healing reign; 
 Then raise and quench the sacred thirst 
 That never pains again. 
 
 3 Come, kingdom of our God, 
 
 And make the broad earth thine; 
 Stretch o'er her lands and isles the rod 
 That flowers with grace divine. 
 
 4. Soon may all tribes be blest 
 
 With fruit from life's glad tree ; 
 And in its shade, like brothers, rest, 
 Sons of one family. 
 
 5 Come, kingdom of our God, 
 And raise the glorious throne 
 In worlds by the undying trod, 
 When God shall bless His own. 
 
 Rev. Henry D. Johns. 1865. 
 
 839 
 
 S. M. 
 
 The Pilgrim Church. 
 
 i Far down the ages now, 
 
 Much of her journey done, 
 The pilgrim church pursues her way, 
 Until her crown be won. 
 
 2 The story of the past 
 
 Comes up before her view; 
 How well it seems to suit her still, 
 Old, and yet ever new. 
 
 3 'Tis the same story still 
 
 Of sin and weariness, 
 Of grace and love yet flowing down 
 To pardon and to bless. 
 
 4 No wider is the gate, 
 
 No broader is the way, 
 No smoother is the ancient path, 
 That leads to light and day. 
 
 5 No sweeter is the cup, 
 
 Nor less our lot of ill : 
 'Twas tribulation ages since, 
 'Tis tribulation still. 
 
 6 No slacker grows the fight, 
 
 No feebler is the foe, 
 Nor less the need of armor tried, 
 Of shield and spear and bow. 
 
 7 Thus onward still we press 
 
 Through evil and through good, 
 
 Through pain and poverty and want, 
 
 Through peril and through blood. 
 
 8 Still faithful to our God, 
 
 And to our Captain true, 
 We follow where He leads the way, 
 The kingdom in our view. 
 
 Rev. Horatius Bonar. (1808 — ) 1857. ab. 
 
 Walk about Zion." 
 Ps. xlviii. 
 
 II, 9. 
 
 840 
 
 I O GREAT is Jehovah, and great beHispraise; 
 In the city of God He is King: 
 Proclaim ye His triumphs in jubilant lays,* 
 On the mount of His holiness sincr. 
 
THE CHURCH. GOD THE DEFENCE OF THE CHURCH. 
 
 227 
 
 2 The joy of the earth, from her beautiful 
 
 height, 
 
 Is Zion's impregnable hill ; 
 The Lord in her temple still taketh de- 
 light ; 
 
 God reigns in her palaces still. 
 
 3 Go, walk about Zion, and measure the 
 
 length, 
 Her walls and her bulwarks mark well; 
 Contemplate her palaces, glorious in 
 strength, 
 Her towers and their pinnacles tell. 
 
 4 Then say to your children, " Our strong- 
 
 hold is tried ; 
 This God is our God to the end ; 
 His people forever His counsels shall guide, 
 His arm shall forever defend." 
 
 James Montgomery. (1771 — 1854.) 1822. ab. 
 
 "■Make a joyful Noise." 
 Ps. c. 
 
 11, g. 
 
 84I 
 
 1 Be joyful in God, all ye lands of the earth ; 
 
 O serve Him with gladness and fear ; 
 Exult in His presence with music and mirth, 
 With love and devotion draw near. 
 
 2 Jehovah is God, and Jehovah alone, 
 
 Creator and Ruler o'er all ; 
 And we are His people, His sceptre we own ; 
 His sheep, and we follow His call. 
 
 3 O enter His gates with thanksgiving and 
 
 song, 
 
 Your vows in His temple proclaim ; 
 His praise with melodious accordance pro- 
 long, 
 
 And bless His adorable name. 
 
 4 For good is the Lord, inexpressibly good, 
 
 And we are the work of His hand; 
 His mercy and truth from eternity stood, 
 And shall to eternity stand. 
 
 James Montgomery. 1822. 
 O42 "Eiri fiste Burgistunser Gott." P.M. 
 
 i A SAFE stronghold our God is still, 
 
 A trusty shield and weapon ; 
 
 He'll help us clear from all the ill 
 
 That hath us now o'ertaken. 
 
 The ancient Prince of hell 
 
 Hath risen with purpose fell ; 
 
 Strong mail of craft and power 
 He weareth in this hour, 
 On earth is not his fellow. 
 
 With force of arms we nothing can, 
 
 Full soon were we down-ridden ; 
 But for us fights the proper Man, 
 Whom God himself hath bidden. 
 Ask ye, who is this same ? 
 Christ Jesus is His name, 
 The Lord Sabaoth's Son, 
 He and no other one 
 Shall conquer in the battle. 
 
 And were this world all devils o'er, 
 
 And watching to devour us, 
 We lay it not to heart so sore, 
 Not they can overpower us. 
 And let the Prince of ill 
 Look grim as e'er he will, 
 He harms us not a whit : 
 For why? His doom is writ, 
 One little word shall slay him. 
 
 4 That word, for all their craft and force, 
 One moment will not linger, 
 But, spite of hell, shall have its course, 
 'T is written by His finger. 
 
 And though they take our life, 
 Goods, honor, children, wife, 
 Yet is their profit small ; 
 These things shall vanish all, 
 The Kingdom ours remaineth. 
 
 Martin Luther. (1489 — 1546.) 1529. 
 Tr. by Thomas Carlyle. (1795 — ) 1S31. si. ale 
 
 843 
 
 The great Commission. 
 Mark xvi. 15. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 1 " Go preach My gospel," saith the Lord, 
 
 Bid the whole earth My grace receive ; 
 He shall be saved that trusts my word, 
 He shall be damned that won't believe. 
 
 2 I'll make your great commission known; 
 
 And ye shall prove My gospel true, 
 By all the works that I have done, 
 By all the wonders ye shall do. 
 
 3 Go, heal the sick; go, raise the dead; 
 
 Go, cast out devils in My name ; 
 Nor let My prophets be afraid, 
 
 Though Greeks reproach, and Jews blas- 
 pheme. 
 
228 INSTITUTION OF THE CHURCH. THE CHRISTIAN MINISTRY. 
 
 4 Teach all the nations My commands, 
 
 I'm with you till the world shall end; 
 All power is trusted to My hands, 
 I can destroy, and I defend." 
 
 5 He spake, and light shone round His 
 
 head ; 
 On a bright cloud to heaven He rode : 
 They to the farthest nations spread 
 The grace of their ascended God. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748 ) 1709. 
 O44 Prayer for Ministers. L. M. 
 
 X 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 ; 
 To them Thy sacred truth reveal, 
 Suppress their fear, inflame their zeal. 
 
 3 Teach them aright to sow the seed, 
 Teach them Thy chosen flock to feed, 
 Teach them immortal souls to gain, 
 Nor let them labor, Lord, in vain. 
 
 4 Let thronging multitudes around 
 Hear from their lips the joyful sound, 
 In humble strains Thy grace adore, 
 And feel Thy new-creating power. 
 
 Rev. Benjamin Beddome. (1717 — 1795O 1707. ab. 
 "45 For a Meeting of Ministers. L. M. 
 
 1 POUR out Thy Spirit from on high ; 
 
 Lord, Thine assembled servants bless : 
 Graces and gifts to each supply, 
 
 And clothe Thy priests with righteous- 
 ness. 
 
 2 Within Thy temple, when we stand 
 
 To teach the truth as taught by Thee, 
 Saviour, like stars in Thy right hand, 
 The angels, of the churches be. 
 
 3 Wisdom, and zeal, and faith impart, 
 
 Firmness with meekness from above, 
 To bear Thy people on our heart, 
 
 And love the souls whom Thou dost 
 love : 
 
 4 To watch, and pray, and never faint ; 
 By day and night strict guard to keep ; 
 
 To warn the sinner, cheer the saint 
 
 Nourish Thy lambs, and feed Thy sheep 
 
 5 Then, when our work is finished here, 
 In humble hope our charge resign : 
 
 When the chief Shepherd shall appear, 
 O God, may they and we be Thine. 
 
 James Montgomery. (1771 — 18.-,4.) 1S25. 
 
 A Pastor sought of God. 
 Ezr. viii. 21. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 i Shepherd of Israel, bend Thine ear, 
 Thy servants' prayers indulgent hear ; 
 Perplexed, distressed, to Thee we cry, 
 And seek the guidance of Thine eye. 
 
 2 With longing eyes, behold, we wait, 
 A suppliant band, at mercy's gate ; 
 Our drooping hearts, O God, sustain: 
 Shall Israel seek Thy face in vain ? 
 
 3 O Lord, in ways of peace return, 
 Nor let Thy flock neglected mourn ; 
 May our blest eyes a shepherd see, 
 Dear to our souls, and dear to Thee. 
 
 4 Fed by his care, our tongues shall raise 
 A cheerful tribute to Thy praise, 
 
 Our children learn the grateful song, 
 And theirs the cheerful notes prolong. 
 
 Rev. Philip Doddridge. (1702 — 1751. ) 1735. ab. and alt. 
 ^47 Ordination of a Minister. L. M. 
 
 i Father of mercies, in Thy house, 
 Smile on our homage, and our vows; 
 While, with a grateful heart, we share 
 These pledges of our Father's care. 
 
 2 The Saviour, when to heaven He rose, 
 In splendid triumph o'er His foes, 
 Scattered His gifts on men below, 
 And wide His royal bounties flow. 
 
 3 Hence sprung th' apostles' honored name, 
 Sacred beyond heroic fame ; 
 
 In lowlier forms, to bless our eyes, 
 Pastors from hence, and teachers rise. 
 
 4 So shall the bright succession run, 
 Through the last courses of the sun ; 
 While unborn churches, by their care, 
 Shall rise and flourish, large and fair. 
 
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 229 
 
 5 Jesus, our Lord, their hearts shall know, 
 The Spring whence all these blessings flow ; 
 Pastors and people shout His praise, 
 Through the long round of endless days. 
 
 Rev. Philip Doddridge. 1745. ab. 
 04-0 A Pastor welcomed. L. M. 
 
 1 We "bid thee welcome, in the name 
 
 Of Jesus, our exalted Head : 
 Come as a servant ; so He came, 
 And we receive thee in His stead. 
 
 2 Come as a shepherd ; guard and keep 
 
 This fold from hell, and earth, and sin ; 
 Nourish the lambs, and feed the sheep, 
 The wounded heal, the lost bring in. 
 
 3 Come as a teacher, sent from God, 
 
 Charged His whole counsel to declare ; 
 Lift o'er our ranks the prophet's rod, 
 While we uphold thy hands with prayer. 
 
 4 Come as a messenger of peace, 
 
 Filled with the Spirit, fired with love ; 
 Live to behold our large increase, 
 And die to meet us all above. 
 
 James Montgomery. 1S25. 
 
 849 
 
 "Come, Sacred Spirit .'" L. M. 
 
 Ezek. xxxvi. 37. 
 
 i Come, Sacred Spirit, from above, 
 And fill the coldest heart with love ; 
 Soften to flesh the rugged stone, 
 And let Thy godlike power be known. 
 
 2 Speak Thou, and, fromthehaughtiest eyes, 
 Shall floods of pious sorrow rise ; 
 While all their glowing souls are borne 
 To seek that grace, which now they scorn. 
 
 3 O let a holy flock await, 
 Numerous around Thy temple-gate, 
 Each pressing on with zeal to be 
 
 A living sacrifice to Thee. 
 
 Rev. Philip Doddridge. 1755. ab. 
 ^ ,_>*-' "Come, Jesus, come!" L. M. 
 
 1 O Saviour, is Thy promise fled ? 
 
 Nor longer might Thy grace endure 
 To heal the sick, and raise the dead, 
 And preach the gospel to the poor? 
 
 2 Come, Jesus, come, return again ; 
 
 With brighter beam Thy servants bless. 
 Who long to feel Thy perfect reign, 
 And share Thy kingdom's happiness. 
 
 3 Come, Jesus, come, and as of yore 
 
 The prophet went to clear Thy way, 
 A harbinger Thy feet before, 
 A dawning to Thy brighter day : 
 
 4 So now may grace, with heavenly shower, 
 
 Our stony hearts for truth prepare ; 
 Sow in our souls the seed of power, 
 
 Then come and reap Thy harvest there. 
 
 Bp. Reginald Heber. (1783— 1826.) 1811. ab. 
 
 The Blessedttees 0/ Gospel-times. 
 Is. lii. 7 — 9. Matt. xiii. 16, 17. 
 
 851 
 
 1 How beauteous are their feet 
 
 Who stand on Zion's hill. 
 Who bring salvation on their tongues, 
 And words of peace reveal ! 
 
 2 How charming is their voice, 
 
 How sweet the tidings are ! 
 "Zion, behold Thy Saviour King; 
 He reigns and triumphs here." 
 
 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 makes bare His arm 
 
 Through all the earth abroad ; 
 Let every nation now behold 
 Their Saviour and their God. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1709. 
 052 The Standard lifted up. S. M. 
 
 1 Hark, how the watchmen cry ! 
 
 Attend the trumpet's sound ; 
 Stand to your arms, the foe is nigh, 
 The powers of hell surround. 
 
 2 See on the mountain's top 
 
 The standard of your God: 
 In Jesus' name 'tis lifted up. 
 
 All stained with hallowed blood. 
 
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 THE CHRISTIAN MINISTRY 
 
 3 His standard-bearers now 
 To all the nations call ; 
 To Jesus' cross, ye nations, bow ; 
 He bore the cross for all. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708— 17SS.) 1749. ab. and alt 
 
 Sowing beside all Waters. 
 Is. xxxii. 20. 
 
 S. M. 
 
 853 
 
 1 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 The good, the fruitful ground 
 
 Expect not here nor there ; 
 O'er hill and dale alike 't is found ; 
 Go forth, then, everywhere. 
 
 4 And duly shall appear, 
 
 In verdure, beauty, strength, 
 The tender blade, the stalk, the ear, 
 And the full corn at length. 
 
 5 Thou canst not toil in vain ; 
 
 Cold, heat, the moist and dry, 
 Shall foster and mature the grain 
 For garners in the sky. 
 
 6 Then, when the glorious end, 
 
 The day of God, shall come, 
 The angel-reapers shall descend, 
 
 And heaven sing, " Harvest home !" 
 
 James Montgomery. (1771 — 1854.) 1825. ab. 
 
 854 
 
 The watchful Sen/ant. 
 Luke xii. 3S— 38. 
 
 S. M. 
 
 1 Ye servants of the Lord, 
 
 Each in His office wait, 
 Observant of His heavenly word, 
 And watchful at His gates 
 
 2 Let all your lamps be bright, 
 
 And trim the golden flame ; 
 Gird up your loins as in His sight, 
 For awful is His name. 
 
 3 Watch ! 't is your Lord's command ; 
 
 And while we speak, He's near: 
 Mark the first signal of His hand, 
 And ready all appear. 
 
 4 O happy servant he, 
 
 In such a posture found ! 
 He shall his Lord with rapture see, 
 And be with honor crowned. 
 
 5 Christ shall the banquet spread 
 
 With His own royal hand, 
 And raise that faithful servant's head 
 Amid the angelic band. 
 
 Rev. Philip Doddridge. (1702 — 1751.) 1755. si. alt. 
 
 855 
 
 S. M. 
 
 For more Laborers. 
 
 1 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 laborers 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 O let them spread Thy name, 
 
 Their mission fully prove ; 
 
 Thy universal grace proclaim, 
 
 Thine all-redeeming love. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. 1742. ab. 
 
 856 
 
 S. M. 
 
 Ordination 0/ Missionaries. 
 
 1 Ye messengers of Christ, 
 
 His sovereign voice obey ; 
 Arise, and follow where He leads, 
 And peace attend your way. 
 
 2 The Master whom you serve 
 
 Will needful strength bestow; 
 Depending on His promised aid, 
 With sacred courage go. 
 
 3 Mountains shall sink to plains, 
 
 And hell in vain oppose ; 
 The cause is God's, and must prevail 
 In spite of all His foes. 
 
 4 Go, spread a Saviour's fame, 
 
 And tell His matchless grace, 
 To the most guilty and depraved 
 Of Adam's numerous race. 
 
 Mrs. Voke. 1806. 
 
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 231 
 
 B57 
 
 Sowing in Tears, Reaping in Joy. S. M. 
 Ps. exxvi. 
 
 i THE harvest dawn is near, 
 The year delays not long ; 
 And he who sows with many a tear, 
 Shall reap with many a song. 
 
 2 Sad to his toil he goes, 
 
 His seed with weeping leaves ; 
 But he shall come at twilight's close, 
 And bring his golden sheaves. 
 
 Bp. George Burgess. (1S09 — 18O6.) 1840. 
 
 858 
 
 The different Success of fhc Gospel. CM. 
 1 Cor. i. 23, 24. 
 
 i Christ and His cross are all our theme; 
 The mysteries that we speak 
 Are scandal in the Jew's esteem, 
 And folly to the Greek. 
 
 2 But souls enlightened from above 
 
 With joy receive the word ; 
 They see what wisdom, power, and love, 
 Shine in their dying Lord. 
 
 3 The vital savor of His name 
 
 Restores their fainting breath ; 
 But unbelief perverts the same 
 To guilt, despair, and death. 
 
 4 Till God diffuse His graces down, 
 
 Like showers of heavenly rain, 
 In vain Apollos sows the ground, 
 And Paul may plant in vain. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1709. 
 
 ^59 For ike Ordination 0/ a Minister. CM. 
 
 1 Let Zion's watchmen all awake, 
 
 And take the alarm they give ; 
 Now let them from the mouth of God 
 Their solemn charge receive. 
 
 2 'T is not a cause of small import 
 
 The pastor's care demands, 
 But what might fill an angel's heart, 
 And filled a Saviour's hands. 
 
 3 They watch for souls for which the Lord 
 
 Did heavenly bliss forego, 
 For souls that must forever live 
 In raptures or in woe. 
 
 4 All to the great tribunal haste, 
 
 The account to render there; 
 And shouldst Thou strictly mark our faults, 
 Lord, how shall we appear ? 
 
 5 May they that Jesus, whom they preach, 
 Their own Redeemer see ; 
 And watch Thou daily o'er their souls, 
 That they may watch for Thee. 
 
 Rev. Philip Doddridge. 1736. 
 
 000 Christ's CaU. C M. 
 
 1 Lord, Thou hast taught our hearts to gl< 
 
 With love's undying flame ; 
 But more of Thee we long to know, 
 And more would love Thy name. 
 
 2 Thy life, Thy death, inspire our song, 
 
 Thy Spirit breathes through all ; 
 And here our feet would linger long, 
 But we obey Thy call. 
 
 3 Thou bid'st us go, with Thee to stand 
 
 Against hell's marshalled powers ; 
 And heart to heart, and hand to hand, 
 To make Thine honor ours. 
 
 4 With Thine own pity, Saviour, see 
 
 The thronged and darkening way: 
 We go to win the lost to Thee, 
 O help us, Lord, we pray. 
 
 5 Teach Thou our lips of Thee to speak, 
 
 Of Thy sweet love to tell ; 
 Till they who wander far shall seek 
 And find and serve Thee well. 
 
 6 O'er all the world Thy Spirit send, 
 
 And make Thy goodness known, 
 Till earth and heaven together blend 
 Their praises at Thy throne. 
 
 Rev. Ray Palmer. (1S0S— ) -1869. 
 
 OC. t Christ's Regard for Children. C M. 
 
 °U A Mark x. 13—16. 
 
 1 See, Israel's gentle Shepherd stands, 
 With all-engaging charms ; 
 Hark, how He calls the tender lambs, 
 And fold them in His arms ! 
 
 2. "Permit them to approach," He cries, 
 " Nor scorn their humble name; 
 For 't was 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. 
 
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 BAPTISM. 
 
 4 Ye little flock, with pleasure hear ; 
 Ye children, seek His face ; 
 And fly, with transport, to receive 
 The blessings of His grace. 
 
 Rev. Philip Doddridge. (1702 — 1751.) 1755. ab 
 
 R f\ o " Unto thi ' e ' ami to ih y Seed "f ter lhee - " c • M • 
 
 OU2S Gen. xvii. 7. 
 
 1 How large the promise, how divine, 
 
 To Abraham and his seed : 
 " I'll be a God to thee and thine, 
 Supplying all their need." 
 
 2 Jesus the ancient faith confirms, 
 
 To our great fathers given ; 
 He takes young children to His arms, 
 And calls them heirs of heaven. 
 
 3 Our God, how faithful are His ways ! 
 
 His love endures the same ; 
 Nor from the promise of His grace 
 Blots out the children's name. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1709. ab. 
 003 Baptism of Adults. CM. 
 
 1 We long to move and breathe in Thee, 
 
 Inspired with Thine own breath, 
 To live Thy life, O Lord, and be 
 Baptized into Thy death. 
 
 2 Thy death to sin we die below, 
 
 But we shall rise in love; 
 We here are planted in Thy woe, 
 But we shall bloom above. 
 
 3 Above we shall Thy glory share, 
 
 As we Thy cross have borne ; 
 E'en we shall crowns of honor wear, 
 When we the thorns have worn. 
 
 4 Thy crown of thorns is all our boast, 
 
 While now we fall before 
 The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
 And tremble, love, adore. 
 
 Unknown Author. 
 
 864 
 
 Profession and Covenant. C. M. 
 
 1 Witness, ye men and angels, now, 
 
 Before the Lord we speak ; 
 To Him we make our solemn vow, 
 A vcw we dare not break: — 
 
 2 That long as life itself shall last, 
 
 Ourselves to Christ we yield ; 
 Nor from His cause will we depart, 
 Or ever quit the field. 
 
 3 We trust not in our native strength 
 
 But on His grace rely, 
 That, with returning wants, the Lord 
 Will all our need supply. 
 
 4 O guide our doubtful feet aright, 
 
 And keep us in Thy ways; 
 And, while we turn our vows to prayers, 
 Turn Thou our prayers to praise. 
 
 Rev. Benjamin Beddome. (1717 — 1795) 1818. 
 
 865 
 
 'Lent unto the Lord.' 
 1 ^am. i. 28. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 1 God of that glorious gift of grace 
 By which Thy people seek Thy face, 
 When in Thy presence we appear, 
 Vouchsafe us faith to venture near. 
 
 2 Confiding in Thy truth alone, 
 Here, on the steps of Jesus' throne, 
 We lay the treasure Thou hast given 
 To be received and reared for heaven. 
 
 3 Lent to us for a season, we 
 Lend him forever, Lord, to Thee : 
 Assured, that, if to Thee he live, 
 We gain in what we seem to give. 
 
 4 Large and abundant blessings shed, 
 Warm as these prayers, upon his head ; 
 And on his soul the dews of grace, 
 Fresh as these drops upon his face. 
 
 5 Make him and keep him Thine own child, 
 Meek follower of the Undefiled ; 
 Possessor here of grace and love, 
 Inheritor of heaven above. 
 
 Rev. John Samuel Bewley Monscll. (1811 — ) 1837. 
 OOU L e t little Children come to Me." 
 
 1 A LITTLE child the Saviour came, 
 The mighty God was still His name, 
 And angels worshipped, as He lay, 
 The seeming infant of a day. 
 
 2 He who, a little child, began 
 The life divine to show to man, 
 Proclaims from heaven the message free, 
 "Let little children come to Me." 
 
 3 We bring them, Lord, and with the sign 
 Of sprinkled water name them Thine : 
 Their souls with saving grace endow, 
 Baptize them with Thy Spirit now. 
 
 L. M. 
 
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 4 O give Thine angels charge, good Lord, 
 Them safely in Thy way to guard ; 
 Thy blessing on their lives command, 
 And write their names upon Thy hand. 
 
 5 O Thou, who by an infant's tongue 
 Dost hear Thy perfect glory sung, 
 May these with all the heavenly host 
 Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 
 
 Rev. William Robertson. ( — 1743.) 1751- ab. 
 
 867 
 
 Prayer for tlie Children of the Church- L. M. 
 
 1 Dear Saviour, if these lambs should stray 
 
 From Thy secure enclosure's bound, 
 And, lured by worldly joys away, 
 
 Among the thoughtless crowd be found ; 
 
 2 Remember still that they are Thine, 
 
 That Thy dear sacred name they bear; 
 Think that the seal of love divine, 
 
 The sign of covenant grace, they wear. 
 
 3 In all their erring, sinful years, 
 
 O let them ne'er forgotten be ; 
 Remember all the prayers and tears 
 Which made them consecrate to Thee. 
 
 4 And when these lips no more can pray, 
 
 These eyes can weep for them no more, 
 Turn Thou their feet from folly's way, 
 The wanderers to Thy fold restore. 
 
 Mrs. Ann Beadley Hyde. (—1872.) 1824. 
 OU O Prayer for AdcJ>tion L. M. 
 
 i Father, in these reveal Thy Son, 
 
 In these for whom we seek Thy face; 
 Adopt and seal them as Thine own, 
 By Thy regenerating grace. 
 
 2 Jesus, with us Thou always art, 
 
 Now ratify the sacred sign, 
 The gift unspeakable impart, 
 And bless Thy sacrament divine. 
 
 3 Come, Holy Spirit, from on high, 
 
 Baptizer of our spirits, Thou ! 
 The purifying grace apply 
 
 And witness with the water now. 
 
 4 Pour forth Thine energy divine, 
 
 And sprinkle the atoning blood; 
 May Father, Son, and Spirit join 
 To seal each child a child of God. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708 — 1788.) 1749 ab. and alt. 
 
 OUy Prayer/or Cleansing. L. M. 
 
 1 O LORD, encouraged by Thy grace, 
 
 We bring our infant to Thy throne ; 
 Give it within Thy heart a place, 
 Let it be Thine, and Thine alone. 
 
 2 Wash it from every stain of guilt, 
 
 And let this child be sanctified ; 
 Lord, Thou canst cleanse it, if Thou wilt, 
 And all its native evils hide. 
 
 3 We ask not for it earthly bliss, 
 Or earthly honors, wealth or fame ; 
 
 The sum of our request is this, 
 
 That it may love and fear Thy name. 
 
 Miss Anne Steele. (1717 — 1770.) 17E0. ab. 
 O7O "The gentle Saviour calls." S. M. 
 
 1 The gentle Saviour calls 
 Our children to His breast ; 
 
 He folds them in His gracious arms, 
 Himself declares them blest. 
 
 2 " Let them approach," He cries, 
 " Nor scorn their humble claim ; 
 
 The heirs of heaven are such as these, 
 For such as these I came." 
 
 3 Gladiy we bring them, Lord, 
 Devoting them to Thee, 
 
 Imploring that, as we are Thine, 
 Thine may our offspring be. 
 
 Bp. Henry Ustick Onderdonk. (1789—1858.) 1826. 
 O/i. Committed to tlie Shepherd's Care. 8,7 
 
 1 Saviour, who Thy flock art feeding, 
 With the shepherd's kindest care, 
 
 All the feeble gently leading, 
 
 While the lambs Thy bosom share ; 
 
 2 Now, these little ones receiving, 
 Fold them in Thy gracious arm ; 
 
 There, we know, Thy word believing, 
 Only there, secure from harm. 
 
 3 Never, from Thy pasture roving, 
 Let them be the lion's prey ; 
 
 Let Thy tenderness, so loving, 
 
 Keep them all life's dangerous way. 
 
 4 Then, within Thy fold eternal, 
 Let them find a resting-place ; 
 
 Feed in pastures ever vernal, 
 
 Drink the rivers of Thy grace. 
 Rev. William Augustus Muhlenhurg. fiyap — ) 1820. 
 
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 CONFESSION OP FAITH. 
 
 Qt-fj Rejoicing in our Govenani-Engagemciits.X,, M. 
 
 / £ 2 Chron. xv. 15. 
 
 1 O HAPPY day, that fixed my choice 
 
 On Thee, my Saviour and my God: 
 Well may this glowing heart rejoice, 
 And tell its raptures all abroad. 
 
 2 O happy bond, that seals my vows 
 
 To Him who merits all my love : 
 Let cheerful anthems fill His house, 
 While to that sacred shrine I move. 
 
 3 'T is done ; the great transaction's done ; 
 
 I am my Lord's, and He is mine ; 
 He drew me, and I followed on, 
 
 CHarmed to confess the voice divine. 
 
 4. Now rest, my long divided heart, 
 Fixed on this blissful centre, rest ; 
 With ashes who would grudge to part, 
 When called on angels' bread to feast? 
 
 5 High heaven, that heard the solemn vow, 
 That vow renewed shall daily hear, 
 Till in life's latest hour I bow, 
 
 And bless in death a bond so dear. 
 
 Rev. Philip Doddridge. (1702 — 1751.) 1755. 
 
 873 
 
 Giving ourselves away. L. M. 
 
 1 O, sweetly breathe the lyres above, 
 
 When angels touch the quivering string, 
 And wake, to chant Immanuel's love, 
 Such strains as angel-lips can sing. 
 
 2 And sweet on earth the choral swell, 
 
 From mortal tongues, of gladsome lays, 
 When pardoned souls their raptures tell, 
 And, grateful, hymn Immanuel's praise. 
 
 3 Jesus, Thy name our souls adore ; 
 
 We own the bond that makes us Thine ; 
 And carnal joys, that charmed before, 
 For Thy dear sake we now resign. 
 
 4 Our hearts, by dying love subdued, 
 
 Accept Thine offered grace to-day ; 
 Beneath the cross, with blood bedewed, 
 We bow and give ourselves away. 
 
 5 In Thee we trust, on Thee rely; 
 
 Though we are feeble, Thou art strong; 
 keep us till cur spirits fly 
 
 To join the bright, immortal throng. 
 
 . Rev. Ray Pall .cr. (i8o3— ) 1843. 
 
 074 "Lord, I am Thine." L. M. 
 
 i Lord, I am Thine, entirely Thine, 
 Purchased and saved by blood divine ; 
 With full consent Thine I would be, 
 And own Thy sovereign right in me. 
 
 2 Grant one poor sinner more a place, 
 Among the children of Thy grace ; 
 A wretched sinner, lost to God, 
 But ransomed by Immanuel's blood. 
 
 2 Thine would I live, Thine would I die, 
 Be Thine through all eternity; 
 The vow is past beyond repeal ; 
 Now will I set the solemn seal. 
 
 4 Here, at that cross where flows the blood 
 That bought my guilty soul for God, 
 Thee my new Master now I call, 
 
 And consecrate to Thee my all. 
 
 5 Do Thou assist a feeble worm 
 The great engagement to perform ; 
 Thy grace can full assistance lend, 
 And on that grace I dare depend. 
 
 Rev. Samuel Davies. (1724 — Z7C1.) 1769. 
 "75 "Arm these Thy Soldiers." L. M. 
 
 i Arm these Thy soldiers, mighty Lord, 
 With shield of faith and Spirit's sword ; 
 Forth to the battle may they go, 
 And boldly fight against the foe, 
 With banner of the cross unfurled, 
 And by it overcome the world ; 
 And so at last receive from Thee 
 The palm and crown of victory. 
 
 2 Come, ever-blessed Spirit, come, 
 
 And make Thy servants' hearts Thy home ; 
 May each a living temple be, 
 Hallowed for ever, Lord, to Thee ; 
 Enrich that temple's holy shrine 
 With sevenfold gifts of grace divine ; 
 With wisdom, light, and knowledge bless, 
 Strength, counsel, fear, and godliness. 
 
 Bp. Christopher Wordsworth. (1807 — ) 1863. ab. 
 
 Q>jf\ "Come in!" L. M. 
 
 f\M Gen. xxiv. 31. 
 
 1 Come in, thou blessed of the Lord, 
 
 Enter in Jesus' precious name ; 
 We welcome thee with one accord, 
 And trust the Saviour docs the same. 
 
CONFESSION OF FAITH. 
 
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 2 Those joys, which earth cannot afford, 
 
 We '11 seek in fellowship to prove ; 
 Joined in one spirit to our Lord, 
 Together bound by mutual love. 
 
 3 And, while we pass this vale of tears, 
 
 We '11 make our joys and sorrows known ; 
 We '11 share each other's hopes and fears, 
 And count a brother's case our own. 
 
 4 Once more our welcome we repeat, 
 
 Receive assurance of our love ; 
 O may we all together meet, 
 
 Around the throne of God above. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Kelly. (1769—1855.) 1812. ab. 
 " / / " Forget Him not " L. M. 
 
 1 O THOU, my soul, forget no more 
 The Friend who all thy sorrows bore, 
 Let every idol be forgot, 
 
 But O my soul, forget Him not. 
 
 2 Renounce thy works and ways with grief, 
 And fly to this divine relief; 
 
 Nor Him forget, who left His throne, 
 And for thy life gave up His own. 
 
 3 Eternal truth and beauty shine 
 
 In Him, and He Himself is thine : 
 And canst thou, then, with sin beset, 
 Suchcharms,such matchless charms forget? 
 
 4 no : till life itself depart, 
 
 His name shall cheer and warm my heart ; 
 And, lisping this, from earth I'll rise, 
 And join the chorus of the skies. 
 
 Krishnoo Pal. 1801. 
 Tr. by Rev. Joshua Marshman. (1767 — 1837.) 1S01. 
 
 Choosing the Portion of God's Heritage. 7. D. 
 Ruth i. 16, 17 
 
 878 
 
 i 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 unblessed ; 
 Brethren, where your altar burns, 
 
 O receive me into rest. 
 2 Lonely I no longer roam, 
 
 Like the cloud, the wind, the wave ; 
 Where you dwell shall be my home, 
 
 Where you die shall be my grave ; 
 Mine the God whom you adore, 
 
 Your Redeemer shall be mine; 
 
 Earth can fill my heart no more, 
 Every idol I resign. 
 
 James Montgomery. (1771 — 1854.) 1S19, 1853. ab. 
 0/9 The burdened Pilgrim ■welcomed. 7- 
 
 1 1 PiLGRIM, burdened with thy sin, 
 
 Come the way to Zion's gate : 
 There, till mercy lets thee in, 
 
 Knock, and weep, and watch, and wait. 
 Knock — He knows the sinner's cry; 
 
 Weep — He loves the mourner's tears; 
 Watch, for saving grace is nigh; 
 
 Wait, till heavenly light appears. 
 
 2 Hark, it is the Bridegroom's voice: 
 
 "Welcome, pilgrim, to thy rest!" 
 Xow within the gate rejoice, 
 
 Safe, and sealed, and bought and blest : 
 Safe, from all the lures of vice; 
 
 Sealed, by signs the chosen know ; 
 Bought by love, and life the price; 
 
 Blest, the mighty debt to owe. 
 
 3 Holy pilgrim, what for thee 
 
 In a world like this remain ? 
 From thy guarded breast shall flee 
 
 Fear, and shame, and doubt, and pain ; 
 Fear, the hope of heaven shall fly ; 
 
 Shame, from glory's view retire ; 
 Doubt, in certain rapture die; 
 
 Pain, in endless bliss expire. 
 
 Rev. George Crabbe. (1754 — 1832.) 1S07. ab. 
 
 000 " Thine for ever >" 7 • 
 
 1 Thine for ever ! — God of love, 
 Hear us from Thy throne above; 
 Thine for ever may we be, 
 Here and in eternity. 
 
 Thine for ever! — Lord of life, 
 Shield us through our earthly strife; 
 Thou, the Life, the Truth, the Way, 
 Guide us to the realms of day. 
 
 2 Thine for ever ! — Saviour, keep 
 These Thy frail and trembling sheep ; 
 Safe alone beneath Thy care, 
 
 Let us all Thy goodness share. 
 Thine for ever ! — Thou our Guide, 
 All our wants by Thee supplied, 
 All our sins by Thee forgiven, 
 Lead us, Lord, from earth to heaven. 
 
 Mrs. Mary Fawler Maude. 184C. ~b. 
 
0">f> 
 
 THE LORD'S SUPPHn. 
 
 O ^ «x ^^ /fa, J/> ?' 7 . 
 
 1 Hark, my soul, it is the Lord; 
 'T is thy Saviour, hear His word ; 
 Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee : 
 
 " Say, poor sinner, lovest thou me? 
 
 2 "I delivered thee, when bound, 
 
 And, when wounded, healed Thy wound 
 Sought thee wandering, set thee right, 
 Turned thy darkness into light. 
 
 3 " Can a woman's tender care 
 Cease towards 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 grace is done ; 
 Partner of My throne shalt be ; 
 Say, poor sinner, lovest thou Me ?" 
 
 6 Lord, it is my chief complaint, 
 That my love is weak and faint ; 
 Yet I love Thee, and adore ; 
 
 O for grace to love Thee more. 
 
 William Cowper. (1731 — 1800.) 1779. 
 Oo2 Redeeming Love. 7. 
 
 1 Sweet the time, exceeding sweet. 
 When the saints together meet ; 
 When the Saviour is the theme, 
 When they join to sing of Him. 
 
 2 Sing we then eternal love, 
 Such as did the Father move : 
 He beheld the world undone, 
 Loved the world, and gave His Son. 
 
 3 Sing the Son's amazing love : 
 How He left the realms above, 
 Took our nature and our place, 
 Lived and died to save our race. 
 
 4 Sing we, too, the Spirit's love : 
 With our wretched hearts He strove, 
 Took the things of Christ, and showed 
 How to reach His blest abode. 
 
 5 Sweet the place, exceeding sweet, 
 Where the saints in glory meet ; 
 
 Where the Saviour's still the theme, 
 Where they see, and sing of Him. 
 
 Rev. George Burden (1752 — 1832.) 1779. alt 
 
 883 
 
 "Dig>i<irc vie, O Jesu, rogo ft." 7' 
 
 1 JESUS, grant me this, I pray, 
 Ever in Thy heart to stay ; 
 Let me evermore abide 
 Hidden in Thy wounded side. 
 
 2 If the evil one prepare, 
 
 Or the world, a tempting snare, 
 
 I am safe, when I abide 
 
 In Thy heart and wounded side. 
 
 3 If the flesh, more dangerous still, 
 Tempt my soul to deeds of ill, 
 Naught I fear, when I abide 
 
 In Thy heart and wounded side. 
 
 4 Death will come one day to me ; 
 Jesus, cast me not from Thee : 
 Dying, let me still abide 
 
 In Thy heart and wounded side. 
 
 Of unknown authorship and date. 
 Tr. by Rev. Sir Henry Williams Baker. (1821—) 1861. 
 
 The Suj<per instituted. 
 1 Cor. xi. 23. 
 
 °°4 1 Cor. .\i. 23. L. M. 
 
 1 'TWAS on that dark, that doleful night, 
 
 When powers of earth and hell arose 
 Against the Son of God's delight, 
 And friends betrayed Him to His foes : 
 
 2 Before the mournful scene began, 
 
 He took the bread, and blessed, and 
 
 brake : 
 What love through all His actions ran, 
 What wondrous words of grace He 
 
 spake. 
 
 3 "This is My body, broke for sin; 
 
 Receive and eat the living food:" 
 Then took the cup, and blessed the wine, 
 " 'T is the new covenant in My blood. " 
 
 4 "Do this,'' He cried, " till time shall end 
 
 In memory of your dying Friend; 
 Meet at My table, and record 
 
 The love of your departed Lord." 
 
 5 Jesus, Thy feast we celebrate ; 
 
 We show Thy death, we sing Thy name, 
 Till Thou return, and we shall eat 
 The marriage supper of the Lamb. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1709. ab. 
 
TH.E LORD'S SUPPER, 
 
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 Oo5 Glorying in the Cross. L. M. 
 
 i At Thy command, our dearest Lord, 
 Here we attend Thy dying feast ; 
 Thy blood, like wine, adorns Thy board, 
 And Thine own flesh feeds even- guest. 
 
 2 Our faith adores Thy bleeding love, 
 
 And trusts for life in One that died ; 
 We hope for heavenly crowns above, 
 From a Redeemer crucified. 
 
 3 Let the vain world pronounce it shame, 
 
 And fling their scandals on Thy cause ; 
 We come to boast our Saviour's name, 
 And make our triumphs in His cross. 
 
 4 With joy we tell the scoffing age, 
 
 He that was dead has left His tomb ; 
 He lives above their utmost rage, 
 And we are waiting'till He come. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1709. 
 
 000 "Liebe die du mich so milde." L. M. 
 
 1 O LOVE, who formedst me to wear 
 The image of Thy God -head here; 
 O Love, I give myself to Thee, 
 Thine ever, only Thine to be. 
 
 2 O Love, of whom is truth and light, 
 Whose heart was bared to them that smite ; 
 O love, I give myself to Thee, 
 
 Thine ever, only Thine to be. 
 
 T'lhann Angelus Silesius. (1624 — 1677.) 1657. 
 Tr. t>y Miss Catherine Winkworth. (1829 — ) 1858. ab. 
 
 OO7 Prayer for helping Grace. L. M. 
 
 1 O JESUS, bruised and wounded more 
 
 Than bursted grape, or bread of wheat, 
 The Life of life within our souls, 
 The Cup of our salvation sweet: 
 
 2 We come to show Thy dying hour, 
 
 Thy streaming vein, Thy broken flesh; 
 And still the blood is warm to save, 
 
 And still the fragrant wounds are fresh. 
 
 3 O Heart, that, with a double tide 
 
 Of blood and water, maketh pure ; 
 O Flesh, once offered on the cross, 
 The gift that makes our pardon sure : 
 
 4 Let never more our sinful souls 
 
 The anguish of Thy cross renew; 
 Nor forge again the cruel nails 
 
 That pierced Thy victim body through. 
 
 Mrs. Cecil Frances Alexander. 1859. 
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 IOOO 
 00 O "Jesu, Dulcedo enrdium" L. M. 
 
 i Jesus, Thou Joy of loving hearts, 
 
 Thou Fount of life, Thou Light of men, 
 From the best bliss that earth imparts, 
 We turn unfilled to Thee again. 
 
 2 Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood ; 
 
 Thou savest those that on Thee call ; 
 To them that seek Thee, Thou art good, 
 To them that find Thee, All in all. 
 
 3 We taste Thee, O thou living Bread, 
 
 And long to feast upon Thee still ; 
 We drink of Thee, the Fountain Head, 
 And thirst, our souls from Thee to fill. 
 
 4 Our restless spirits yearn for Thee, 
 
 Where'er our changeful lot is cast ; 
 Glad, when Thy gracious smile we see, 
 Blest, when our faith can hold Thee fast. 
 
 5 O Jesus, ever with us stay ; 
 
 Make all our moments calm and bright ; 
 Chase the dark night of sin away ; 
 Shed o'er the world Thy holy light. 
 
 Bernard of Clairvaux. (1001 — T153 ) 1140. 
 Tr. by Rev. Ray Palmer. (180S— ) 1S58. 
 
 Trusting the Merits cf Christ. 
 Phil. iii. 7 — 0. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 889 
 
 1 No more, my God, I boast no more 
 
 Of all the duties I have done ; 
 I quit the hopes I held before, 
 To trust the merits of Thy Son. 
 
 2 Now for the love I bear His name, 
 
 What was my gain I count my loss ; 
 My former pride I call my shame, 
 And nail my glory to His cross. 
 
 3 Yes, and I must and will esteem 
 
 All things but loss for Jesus' sake; 
 O may my soul be found in Him, 
 And of His righteousness partake. 
 
 4 The best obedience of my hands 
 
 Dares not appear before Thy throne ; 
 But faith can answer Thy demands, 
 By pleading what my Lord has done. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1709. 
 O9O The Wonders of the Cross. L. M. 
 
 1 O THE sweet wonders of that cross 
 
 Where my Redeemer loved and died : 
 Her noblest life my spirit draws [side. 
 
 From His dear wounds, and bleeding 
 
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 THE LORD'S SUPPER, 
 
 2 I would forever speak His name 
 
 In sounds to mortal ears unknown ; 
 With angels join to praise the Lamb, 
 And worship at His Father's throne. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 174S.) 1709. ab. 
 
 Qi-v T "This do in Remembrance of Me." L. M. 
 
 Oy * Luke xxii. 19. 
 
 1 Draw near, O Holy Dove, draw near, 
 
 With peace and gladness on Thy wing ; 
 Reveal the Saviour's presence here, 
 And light, and life, and comfort bring. 
 
 2 "Eat, O my friends, drink, O beloved!" 
 
 We hear the Master's voice exclaim : 
 Our hearts with new desire are moved, 
 And kindled with a heavenly flame. 
 
 3 No room for doubt, no room for dread, 
 
 Nor tears, nor groans, nor anxious sighs ; 
 We do not mourn a Saviour dead, 
 But hail Him living in the skies. 
 
 \ While this we do, remembering Thee, 
 Dear Saviour, let our graces prove 
 We have Thy blessed company, 
 Thy banner over us is love. 
 
 Rev. Aaron Robarts Wolfe. (1821 — ) 1852. 
 Oy2 "Bid us go in Peace" J. 6. 
 
 1 Lamb of God, whose bleeding love 
 
 We now recall to mind, 
 Send the answer from above, 
 
 And let us mercy find ; 
 Think on us who think on Thee ; 
 
 Every struggling soul release; 
 O remember Calvary, 
 
 And bid us go in peace. 
 
 2 By Thine agonizing pain 
 
 And bloody sweat, we pray, 
 By Thy dying love to man, 
 
 Take all our sins away ; 
 Burst our bonds and set us free, 
 
 From iniquity release ; 
 O remember Calvary, 
 
 And bid us go in peace. 
 
 3 Let Thy blood, by faith applied, 
 
 The sinner's pardon seal ; 
 Speak us freely justified, 
 
 And all our sickness heal ; • 
 
 By Thy passion on the tree, 
 
 Let our griefs and troubles cease ; 
 
 O remember Calvary, 
 And bid us go in peace. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (170S — 1788.) 1745. ab. and sL alt 
 "93 "Bread 0/ tlie World." 9,8. 
 
 I 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, 
 Look on the tears by sinners shed ; 
 And be Thy feast to us the token 
 That by Thy grace our souls are fed. 
 
 Bp. Reginald Heber. (1783— 1S26.) 1827. 
 
 894 
 
 7,6. 
 
 "Ernuiutert each, ihr Froinmen.' 
 
 1 Rejoice, rejoice, believers, 
 
 And let your lights appear ; 
 The evening is advancing, 
 
 And darker night is near. 
 The Bridegroom is arising, 
 
 And soon He will draw nigh : 
 Up, pray, and watch, and wrestle. 
 
 At midnight comes the cry. 
 
 2 See that your lamps are burning, 
 
 Replenish them with oil ; 
 Look now for your salvation, 
 
 The end of sin and toil. 
 The watchers on the mountain 
 
 Proclaim the Bridegroom near, 
 Go meet Him as He cometh, 
 
 With hallelujahs clear. 
 
 3 O wise and holy virgins, 
 
 Now raise your voices higher, 
 Till, in your jubilations 
 
 Ye meet the angel choir. 
 The marriage-feast is waiting, 
 
 The gates wide open stand ; 
 Up, up, ye heirs of glory, 
 
 The Bridegroom is at hand. 
 
 4 Our hope and expectation, 
 
 O Jesus, now appear ; 
 Arise, thou Sun so longed for, 
 
 O'er this benighted sphere. 
 With hearts and hands uplifted, 
 
 We plead, O Lord, to see 
 The day of earth's redemption, 
 
 And ever be with Thee. 
 
 Laurentius Laurenti. (1660 — 1722.) 
 Tr. by Miss Jane Borthwick. 1853. ab. and si. ale 
 
THE LORD'S SUPPER. 
 
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 895 
 
 "0 Esca viatorum." 7> "• 
 
 1 BREAD to pilgrims given, 
 
 O Food that angels eat, 
 O Manna sent from heaven, 
 
 For heaven-born natures meet : 
 Give us, for Thee long pining, 
 
 To eat till richly filled ; 
 Till, earth's delights resigning, 
 
 Our every wish is stilled. 
 
 2 O Water, life bestowing, 
 
 From out the Saviour's heart, 
 A fountain purely flowing, 
 
 A fount of love Thou art : 
 O let us, freely tasting, 
 
 Our burning thirst assuage ; 
 Thy sweetness, never wasting, 
 
 Avails from age to age. 
 
 3 Jesus, this feast receiving, 
 
 We Thee unseen adore ; 
 Thy faithful word believing, 
 
 We take, and doubt no more : 
 Give us, Thou true and loving, 
 
 On earth to live in Thee ; 
 Then, death the veil removing, 
 
 Thy glorious face to see. 
 
 Unknown mediaeval Author. 
 Tr. by Rev. Ray Palmer. (180S— ) 1858. 
 
 396 
 
 'O Esca viatorum." 7i 7> 6, 7> 7> 8. 
 
 i O Bread of Life from heaven 
 To saints and angels given, 
 
 O Manna from above : 
 The souls that hunger feed Thou, 
 The hearts that seek Thee lead Thou, 
 
 To Thy most sweet and tender love. 
 
 2 O Fount of grace redeeming, 
 O River ever streaming 
 
 From Jesus' wounded side: 
 Come Thou, Thyself bestowing 
 On thirsting souls, and flowing 
 
 Till all their wants are satisfied. 
 
 3 Jesus, this feast receiving, 
 Thy word of truth believing, 
 
 We Thee unseen adore : 
 Grant, when our race is ended, 
 That we, to heaven ascended, 
 
 May sec Thy glory ever more. 
 
 Unknown mediaeval Author. 
 Tr. by Rev. Philip Schaff. (iSio— ) 1869, 1873. 
 
 897 
 
 1 Till He com?." 
 1 Cor. xi. 26. 
 
 7. CI. 
 
 i Till He come, O let the words 
 Linger on the trembling chords: 
 Let the little while between 
 In their golden light be seen; 
 Let us think how heaven and home 
 Lie beyond that, Till He come. 
 
 1 When the weary ones wc love 
 Enter on their rest above, 
 Seems the earth so poor and vast, 
 All our life -joy overcast ? 
 Hush, be every murmur dumb : 
 It is only, Till He come. 
 
 3 See, the feast of love is spread, 
 
 Drink the wine, and break the bread: 
 Sweet memorials, — till The Lord 
 Call us round His heavenly board; 
 Some from earth, from glory some, 
 Severed only, Till He come. 
 
 Rev. Edward Henry Bickersteth. (1S25 — ) 1861. ab. 
 
 898 
 
 " Bread of Heaven." 7-61. 
 
 1 Bread of heaven, on Thee I feed, 
 For Thy flesh is meat indeed ; 
 Ever may my soul be fed 
 
 With this true and living bread ; 
 Day by day with strength supplied, 
 Through the life of Him who died. 
 
 2 Vine of heaven, Thy blood supplies 
 This blest cup of sacrifice ; 
 
 'Tis Thy wounds my healing give; 
 To Thy cross I look and live. 
 Thou my life, O let me be 
 Rooted, grafted, built on Thee. 
 
 Josiah Conder. (1789 — 1855.) 1824. 
 
 899 
 
 "A d regias Agni dapes" "J. 
 
 1 At the Lamb's high feast we sing 
 Praise to our victorious King, 
 Who hath washed us in the tide, 
 Flowing from His pierced side. 
 
 2 Praise we Him, whose love divine 
 Gives His sacred blood for wine, 
 Gives His body for the feast: 
 Christ the Victim, Christ the Priest. 
 
 3 Where the paschal blood is poured, 
 Death's dark angel sheathes his sword; 
 Israel's hosts triumphant go 
 Through the wave that drowns the foe. 
 
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 THE LORD'S SUPPER 
 
 4 Praise we Christ, whose blood was shed, 
 Paschal Victim, paschal Bread ; 
 
 With sincerity and love, 
 Eat we manna from above. 
 
 5 Mighty Victim from the sky, 
 
 Hell's fierce powers beneath Thee lie ; 
 Thou hast conquered in the fight, 
 Thou has brought us life and light. 
 
 6 Hymns of glory and of praise, 
 Risen Lord, to Thee we raise; 
 Holy Father, praise to Thee, 
 With the Spirit, ever be ! 
 
 Roman Breviary. 
 Tr. by Robert Campbell. (— 1868.) 185b. 
 
 nf\s\ " To hint that overcometh" 7. 
 
 9°° Rev. lii. 21. 
 
 1 JESUS, once for sinners slain, 
 From the dead was raised again ; 
 And in heaven is now set down 
 With his Father in His throne. 
 
 2 There He reigns a King supreme ; 
 We shall also reign with Him : 
 Feeble souls, be not dismayed, 
 Trust in His almighty aid. 
 
 3 He has made an end of sin, 
 
 And His blood has washed us clean: 
 
 Fear not, He is ever near, 
 
 Now, e'en now, He's with us here. 
 
 4 Thus assembling, we by faith, 
 
 Till He come, show forth His death : 
 Of His body bread's the sign, 
 And we drink His blood in wine. 
 
 5 Saints on earth with saints above 
 Celebrate His dying love ; 
 
 And let every ransomed soul 
 Sound His praise from pole to pole. 
 
 Rev. Joseph Hart- (1712 — 1768.) 1762. ab. 
 90 I A t the Table. C. M. 
 
 1 How sweet and awful is the place, 
 
 With Christ within the doors, 
 While everlasting love displays 
 The choicest of her stores. 
 
 2 While all our hearts, and all our songs, 
 
 Join to admire the feast, 
 Each of us cry, with thankful tongues, 
 "Lord, why was I a guest?" 
 
 3 "Why was I made to hear Thy voice, 
 And enter while there 's room, 
 
 When thousands make a wretched choice, 
 And rather starve than come ?" 
 
 4 'Twas the same love that spread the feast, 
 That sweetly forced us in ; 
 
 Else we had still refused to taste, 
 And perished in our sin. 
 
 5 Pity the nations, O our God ; 
 Constrain the earth to come; 
 
 Send Thy victorious word abroad, 
 And bring the strangers home. 
 
 6 We long to see Thy churches full, 
 That all the chosen race 
 
 May, with one voice, and heart, and soul, 
 Sing Thy redeeming grace. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1709. 
 
 The Farezvell. 
 Matt. xxvi. 29. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 902 
 
 i The hour is come ; the feast is spread ; 
 Behold My body given ; 
 Behold My life-blood freely shed 
 To ransom souls for heaven. 
 
 2 When of this cup I drink again, 
 
 In glory and with you, 
 No tears its perfect joy shall stain, 
 A joy forever new. 
 
 3 Ere then ten thousand thousand times 
 
 My table shall be spread, 
 And countless souls in distant climes 
 Be comforted and fed. 
 
 4 Grace, mercy, peace, be multiplied 
 
 To those who commune there ; 
 While seated by My Father's side 
 Their mansion I prepare. 
 
 5 But now these lips a different cup 
 
 For you must taste and drain, 
 And unrepiningly drink up 
 The dregs of bitter pain. 
 
 6 The griefs ye know not that are Mine, 
 
 Nor yet My glories see ; 
 But break the bread and drink the wine, 
 And thus remember Me. 
 
 Rev. Etlward Henry Bickersteth. (1S25— ) 1870. 
 
THE LORD'S SUPPER, 
 
 24I 
 
 903 The Body and Blood 0/ Christ C. M. 4 Whe " t0 tHe C ™ SS I tUm m ' ne e > eS > 
 
 And rest on Calvary, 
 
 1 Here at Thy table, Lord, we meet, 
 
 To feed on food divine; 
 Thy body is the bread we eat, 
 Thy precious blood the wine. 
 
 2 He, that prepares this rich repast, 
 
 Himself comes down, and dies; 
 And then invites us thus to feast 
 Upon the sacrifice. 
 
 3 Sure, J;here was never love so free, 
 
 Dear Saviour, so divine; 
 Well Thou may'st claim that heart of me, 
 Which owes so much to Thine. 
 
 Rev. Samuel Stennett (1727 — I795-) 1787. ab. 
 JJ*"r Grateful and tender Remembrance. CM. 
 
 1 If human kindness meets return, 
 
 And owns the grateful tie ; 
 If tender thoughts within us burn, 
 To feel a friend is nigh ; 
 
 2 O shall not warmer accents tell 
 
 The gratitude we owe 
 To Him, who died, our fears to quell, 
 Our more than orphan's woe? 
 
 3 While yet His anguished soul surveyed 
 
 Those pangs He would not flee, 
 What love His latest words displayed, 
 " Meet, and remember Me." 
 
 4 Remember Thee, Thy death, Thy shame, 
 
 Our sinful hearts to share ! 
 O memory, leave no other name 
 But His recorded there. 
 
 Hon. and Rev. Gerard Thomas Noel. (1782 — 1851.) 1813. 
 9"j Remembrance pledged. C. M. 
 
 i According to Thy gracious word, 
 In meek humility, 
 This will I do, my dying Lord, 
 I will remember Thee. 
 
 2 Thy body, broken for my sake, 
 
 My bread from heaven shall be ; 
 Thy testamental cup I take, 
 And thus remember Thee. 
 
 3 Gethsemane can I forget? 
 
 Or there Thy conflict see, 
 
 Thine agony and bloody sweat, 
 
 And not remember Thee ? 
 
 O Lamb of God, my sacrifice, 
 I must remember Thee : 
 
 Remember Thee and all Thy pains, 
 
 And all Thy love to me ; 
 Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains, 
 
 Will I remember Thee. 
 
 6 And when these failing lips grow dumb, 
 And mind and memory flee, 
 When Thou shalt in Thy kingdom come, 
 Jesus, remember me. 
 
 James Montgomery. (1771 — 1S54.) 1S25. 
 Jf"" Praynr for constant Nourishment. CM. 
 
 1 Shepherd of souls, refresh and bless 
 
 Thy chosen pilgrim flock, 
 
 With manna in the wilderness, 
 
 With water from the rock. 
 
 2 Hungry and thirsty, faint and weak, 
 
 As Thou when here below, 
 Our souls the joys celestial seek 
 Which from Thy sorrows flow. 
 
 3 We would not live by bread alone, 
 But by that word of grace, 
 
 In strength of which we travel on 
 To our abiding place. 
 
 4 Be known to us in breaking bread, 
 
 But do not then depart ; 
 Saviour, abide with us, and spread 
 Thy table in our heart. 
 
 Lord, sup with us in love divine ; 
 
 Thy body and Thy blood, 
 That living bread, that heavenly wine, 
 
 Be our immortal food. 
 
 James Montgomery. 1825, 1S49. 
 9^7 In Remembrance of Christ. 8, 7. D. 
 
 I JESUS spreads His banner o'er us, 
 
 Cheers our famished souls with food; 
 He the banquet spreads before us 
 
 Of His mystic flesh and blood. 
 Precious banquet ; bread of heaven ; 
 
 Wine of gladness, flowing free: 
 May we taste it, kindly given, 
 
 In remembrance, Lord, of Thee. 
 
242 
 
 THE LORD'S SUPPER. THE COMMUNION OF SAINTS. 
 
 2 In Thy holy incarnation, 
 
 When the angels sang Thy birth ; 
 In Thy fasting and temptation; 
 
 In Thy labors on the earth; 
 In Thy trial, and rejection ; 
 
 In Thy sufferings on the tree ; 
 In Thy glorious resurrection ; 
 
 May we, Lord, remember Thee. 
 
 Rev. Roswell Park. (1807—1869.) iJ 
 
 908 
 
 S/urwi/ig the Lord's Death. 
 1. Cor. xi. 26. 
 
 8, 7. D. 
 
 1 While in sweet communion feeding 
 
 On this earthly bread and wine, 
 Saviour, may we see Thee bleeding 
 
 On the cross, to make us Thine. 
 Now our eyes for ever closing 
 
 To this fleeting world below, 
 On Thy gentle breast reposing, 
 
 Teach us, Lord, Thy grace to know. 
 
 2 Though unseen, be ever near us, 
 
 With the still small voice of love, 
 Whispering words of peace to cheer us, 
 
 Every doubt and fear remove. 
 Bring before us all the story 
 
 Of Thy life and death of woe, 
 And, with hopes of endless glory, 
 
 Wean our hearts from all below. 
 
 Sir Edward Denny. (1796 — ) 1839. 
 
 'Closer than a Brother? 
 (Abridged form.) 
 
 8, 7. D. 
 
 909 
 
 1 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. 
 Which of all our friends, to save us, 
 
 Could or would have shed his blood? 
 But our Jesus died to have us 
 
 Reconciled in Him to God. 
 
 2 When He lived on earth abased, 
 
 Friend of sinners was His name; 
 Now above all glory raised, 
 
 He rejoices in the same. 
 O for grace our hearts to soften ; 
 
 Teach us, Lord, at length to love; 
 We, alas, forget too often 
 
 What a Friend we have above. 
 
 Rev. John Newton. (1725 — 1807.) 1779 ab. 
 
 9*0 Giving the Heart. 8, 7. D 
 
 1 Take my heart, O Father, take it; 
 
 Make and keep it all Thine own ; 
 Let Thy Spirit melt and break it, 
 
 This proud heart of sin and stone. 
 Father, make it pure and lowly, 
 
 Fond of peace, and far from strife ; 
 Turning from the paths unholy 
 
 Of this vain and sinful life. 
 
 2 Ever let Thy grace surround it ; 
 
 Strengthen it with power divine, 
 Till Thy cords of love have bound it : 
 
 Make it to be wholly Thine. 
 May the blood of Jesus heal it, 
 
 And its sins be all forgiven ; 
 Holy Spirit, take and seal it, 
 
 Guide it in the path to heaven. 
 
 Sabbath Hymn Book. 1858. 
 Z7 "Igjennem Nat og Traengsel." 8,7- D. 
 
 i THROUGH the night of doubt and sorrow, 
 
 Onward goes the pilgrim band, 
 Singing songs of expectation, 
 
 Marching to the Promised Land. 
 And before us through the darkness 
 
 Gleaming clear the guiding Light ; 
 Brother clasps the hand of brother, 
 
 And steps fearless through the night. 
 
 2 One the light of God's dear presence, 
 
 Never in its work to fail, 
 Which illumes the wild rough places 
 
 Of this gloomy haunted vale. 
 One the object of our journey, 
 
 One the faith which never tires, 
 One the earnest looking forward, 
 
 One the hope our God inspires. 
 
 3 One the strain which mouths of thousands 
 
 Lift as from the heart of one ; 
 One the conflict, one the peril, 
 
 One the march in God begun, 
 One the gladness of rejoicing 
 
 On the Resurrection shore, 
 With One Father o'er us shining 
 
 In His love for evermore. 
 
 4 Go we onward, pilgrim brothers, 
 
 Visit first the cross and grave, 
 Where the cross its shadow flingeth, 
 Where the boughs of cypress wave. 
 
THE COMMUNION OF SAINTS. 
 
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 Then, a shaking as of earthquakes, 
 Then, a rending of the tomb, 
 
 Then, a scattering of all shadows, 
 And an end of toil and gloom. 
 
 Bernhardt Severin Ingemann. (1780 — 1862.) 
 Tr. by Rev. Sabine Baring Gould. (1834—) 1867. 
 
 ^12 Prayer for Union. 8, 7. D. 
 
 1 Hail, Thou God of grace and glory, 
 
 Who Thy name hast magnified, 
 By redemption's wondrous story, 
 
 By the Saviour crucified ; 
 Thanks to Thee for every blessing, 
 
 Flowing from the Fount of love; 
 Thanks for present good unceasing, 
 
 And for hopes of bliss above. 
 
 2 Hear us, as thus bending lowly, 
 
 Near Thy bright and burning throne, 
 We invoke Thee, God most holy, 
 
 Through Thy well-beloved Son ; 
 Send the baptism of Thy Spirit, 
 
 Shed the pentecostal fire ; 
 Let us all Thy grace inherit, 
 
 Waken, crown each good desire. 
 
 3 Bind Thy people, Lord, in union, 
 
 With the sevenfold cord of love ; 
 Breathe a spirit of communion 
 
 With the glorious hosts above ; 
 Let Thy work be seen progressing ; 
 
 Bow each heart, and bend each knee, 
 Till the world, Thy truth possessing, 
 
 Celebrates its jubilee. 
 
 Rev. Thomas William Aveling. (1015 — ) 1S44. 
 
 "Knit together in Love." 
 Col. ii. 2. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 913 
 
 1 Our souls, by love together knit, 
 
 Cemented, mixed in one, 
 One hope, one heart, one mind, one voice, 
 'T is heaven on earth begun. 
 
 2 Our hearts have often burned within, 
 
 And glowed with sacred fire, 
 While Jesus spoke, and fed and blessed, 
 And filled th' enlarged desire. 
 
 3 The little cloud increases still, 
 
 The heavens are big with rain ; 
 We haste to catch the teeming shower, 
 And all its moisture drain. 
 
 4 A rill, a stream, a torrent flows ; 
 
 But pour a mighty flood : 
 O sweep the nations, shake the earth, 
 Till all proclaim Thee God. 
 
 5 And when Thou mak'st Thy jewels up, 
 
 And sett'st Thy starry crown, 
 When all Thy sparkling gems shall shine, 
 Proclaimed by Thee Thine own ; 
 
 6 May we, a little band of love, 
 
 We sinners, saved by grace, 
 From glory unto glory changed, 
 Behold Thee face to face. 
 
 Rev. William Edward Miller. (1766—1839.) 1800. 
 9^4 "The golden Chain." CM. 
 
 i How sweet, how heavenly is the sight, 
 When those who love the Lord 
 In one another's peace delight, 
 And so fulfil His word. 
 
 2 When each can feel his brother's sigh, 
 
 And with him bear a part ; 
 When sorrow flows from eye to eye, 
 And joy from heart to heart ; 
 
 3 When, free from envy, scorn, and pride, 
 Our wishes all above, 
 
 Each can his brother's failings hide, 
 And show a brother's love ; 
 
 4 When love, in one delightful stream, 
 
 Through every bosom flows ; 
 When union sweet, and dear esteem, 
 In every action glows. 
 
 5 Love is the golden chain that binds 
 
 The happy souls above ; 
 And he's an heir of heaven that finds 
 His bosom glow with love. 
 
 Rev. Joseph Swain. (1761 — 1796.) 1792. 
 y * J The Sacrament a Pledge of Heaven. C. M. 
 
 i Happy the souls to Jesus joined, 
 And saved by grace alone ; 
 Walking in all Thy ways, we find 
 Our 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. 
 
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 THE COMMUKIOII OF SAINTS. 
 
 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 hence our spirits rise ; 
 And he that in Thy statutes treads 
 Shall meet Thee in the skies. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708 — 1788.) 1745. 
 9 ■*■*■' One Church, one Army. CM. 
 
 i Come, let us join our friends above 
 That have obtained the prize, 
 And on the eagle wings of love, 
 To joy celestial rise. 
 
 2 Let saints below in concert sing 
 
 With those to glory gone; 
 For all the servants of our King 
 In earth and heaven are one. 
 
 3 One family, we dwell in Him, 
 
 One Church above, beneath, 
 Though now divided by the stream, 
 The narrow stream cf death. 
 
 4 One army of the living God, 
 
 To His command we bow; 
 Part of the host have crossed the flood, 
 And part are crossing now. 
 
 5 E'en now to their eternal home 
 
 Some happy spirits fly ; 
 And we are to the margin come, 
 And soon expect to die. 
 
 6 Dear Saviour, be our constant Guide ; 
 
 Then, when the word is given, 
 Bid Jordan's narrow stream divide, 
 And land us safe in heaven. 
 
 Rev Charles Wesley. 1759. ab. and alt. 
 
 9 j i-jThc Church militant learning the Church C. M. 
 * / triumphant' s Song. 
 
 1 Sing we the song of those who stand 
 
 Around the eternal throne, 
 Of every kindred, clime, and land, 
 A multitude unknown. 
 
 2 Life's poor distinctions vanish here ; 
 
 To-day, the young, the old, 
 
 Our Saviour and His flock appear 
 
 One Shepherd and one fold. 
 
 3 Toil, trial, suffering, still await 
 
 On earth the pilgrim-throng; 
 Yet learn we, in our low estate, 
 The Church triumphant's song. 
 
 4 " Worthy the Lamb for sinners slain," 
 
 Cry the redeemed above, 
 "Blessing and honor to obtain, 
 And everlasting love." 
 
 5 "Worthy the Lamb, on earth we sing, 
 " Who died our souls to save ; 
 
 Henceforth, O Death, where is thy sting? 
 Thy victory, O Grave ?" 
 
 6 Then, hallelujah, power and praise 
 
 To God in Christ be given ; 
 May all who now this anthem raise, 
 Renew the strain in heaven. 
 
 James Montgomery. (1771 — 1S54.) 1825, 1853. 
 9^ " At Parting: CM. 
 
 1 Blest be the dear, uniting love, 
 
 That will not let us part; 
 Our bodies may far off remove, 
 We still are joined in heart. 
 
 2 Joined in one spirit to our Head, 
 
 Where He appoints we go, 
 And still in Jesus' footsteps tread, 
 And do His work below. 
 
 3 Partakers of the Saviour's grace, 
 
 The same in mind and heart, 
 Nor joy, nor grief, nor time, nor place, 
 Nor life, nor death can part. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. 1742. ab. 
 919 " The Saints above." CM. 
 
 1 Give me the wings of faith, to rise 
 
 Within the veil, and see 
 The saints above, how great their joys, 
 How bright their glories be. 
 
 2 Once they were mourning here below, 
 
 And wet their couch with tears ; 
 They wrestled hard, as we do now, 
 With sins, and doubts, and fears. 
 
 3 I ask them,from whence their victory came? 
 
 They, with united breath. 
 Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb, 
 Their triumph to His death. 
 
THE COMMUNION OF SAINTS. 
 
 245 
 
 4 They marked the footsteps that He trod ; 
 
 His zeal inspired their breast ; 
 And following their incarnate God, 
 Possess the promised rest. 
 
 5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise, 
 
 For His own pattern given, 
 While the long cloud of witnesses 
 Show the same path to heaven. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1709. 
 
 920 Tlu ancient Worthies. CM. 
 
 i Rise. O my soul, pursue the path, 
 By ancient worthies trod ; 
 Aspiring, view those holy men 
 Who lived and walked with God. 
 
 2 Though dead, they speak in reason's ear, 
 
 And in example live ; 
 Their faith, and hope, and mighty deeds, 
 Still fresh instruction give. 
 
 3 'Twas through the Lamb's most precious 
 
 They conquered every foe ; [blood. 
 
 And to His power and matchless grace 
 Their crowns and honors owe. 
 
 4 Lord, may I ever keep in view 
 
 The patterns Thou hast given ; 
 And ne'er forsake the blessed path 
 Which led them safe to heaven. 
 
 Res'. John Needham. 1768. 
 
 921 Tlu March to Canaan. C. M. 
 
 i Forth to the Land of Promise bound, 
 Our desert path we tread ; 
 God's fiery pillar for our guide, 
 His Captain at our head. 
 
 2 E'en now we faintly trace the hills, 
 
 And catch their distant blue ; 
 And the bright city's gleaming spires 
 Rise dimly on our view. 
 
 3 Soon, when the desert shall be crossed, 
 
 The flood of death past o'er, 
 Our pilgrim hosts shall safely land 
 On Canaan's peaceful shore. 
 
 4 There love shall have its perfect work, 
 
 And prayer be lost in praise ; 
 
 And all the sen-ants of our God 
 
 Their endless anthems raise. 
 
 Rev. Henry Alford (1S10— 1871.) 1828. 
 
 922 Tlu Dead in Christ." 7. 61. 
 
 1 They whose course on earth is o'er, 
 Think they of their brethren more ? 
 They before the Throne who bow. 
 Feel they for their brethren now ? 
 
 2 Yea, the dead in Christ have still 
 Part in all our joy and ill ; 
 Keeping all our steps in view, 
 Guiding them, it may be, too. 
 
 3 We, by enemies distrest, 
 They, in Paradise at rest ; 
 
 We the captives, they the freed, 
 We and they are one indeed. 
 
 4 One in all we seek or shun ; 
 One, because our Lord is One; 
 One in heart, and one in love : 
 We below, and they above. 
 
 Rev. John Mason Xeale. (1818— 1866.) 1844. 
 
 <-\ O o Tlu Saints on Earth all one. 
 
 7"«J (Second pan of the preceding hymn.) 
 
 7. 61. 
 
 1 THOSE whom many a land divides, 
 Many mountains, many tides, 
 Have they with each other part? 
 Have they fellowship in heart ? 
 
 2 Each to each may be unknown, 
 Wide apart their lots be thrown ; 
 Differing tongues their lips may speak, 
 One* be strong, and one be weak : 
 
 3 Yet in sacrament and prayer 
 Each with other hath a share • 
 Hath a share in tear and sigh, 
 Watch, and fast, and litany. 
 
 4 With each other join they here 
 In affliction, doubt, and fear; 
 That hereafter they may be 
 Joined, O Lord, in bliss with Thee. 
 
 5 So with them our hearts we raise, 
 Share their work and join their praise ; 
 Rendering worship, thanks, and love, 
 To the Trinity above. 
 
 Rev. John Mason Xeale. 1844. 
 
 Brotherly Love. 
 Ps. exxxiii. 
 
 924 
 
 1 'TlS a pleasant thing to see 
 Brethren in the Lord agree, 
 Children of a God of love 
 
 7. 61. 
 
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 THE COMMUNION OF SAINTS. 
 
 Live as they shall live above, 
 Acting each a Christian part, 
 One in lip, and one in heart. 
 
 2 As the precious ointment, shed 
 Upon Aaron's hallowed head, 
 Downward through his garments stole, 
 Spreading odor o'er the whole ; 
 
 So from our High Priest above 
 
 To His Church flows heavenly love. 
 
 3 Gently as the dews distil 
 Down on Zion's holy hill, 
 Dropping gladness where they fall, 
 Brightening and refreshing all; 
 Such is Christian union, shed 
 Through the members from the Head. 
 
 4 Where divine affection lives, 
 There the Lord His blessing gives, 
 There His will on earth is done ; 
 There His heaven is half begun. 
 Lord, our great example prove, 
 Teach us all like Thee to love. 
 
 Rev. Henry Francis Lyte. (1793 — 1847.) 1834. 
 925 Brotherly Love. S. M. 
 
 1 Blest be the tie that binds 
 
 Our hearts in Christian love: 
 The fellowship of kindred minds 
 Is like to that above. 
 
 2 Before our Father's throne 
 
 We pour our ardent prayers; 
 Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one. 
 Our comforts and our cares. 
 
 3 We share our mutual woes; 
 
 Our mutual burdens bear; 
 And often for each other flows 
 The sympathizing tear. 
 
 4 When we asunder part, 
 
 It gives us inward pain ; 
 But we shall still be joined in heart, 
 And hope to meet again. 
 
 5 This glorious hope revives 
 
 Our courage by the way ; 
 While each in expectation lives, 
 And longs to see the day. 
 
 6 From sorrow, toil, and pain, 
 And sin we shall be free; 
 And perfect love and friendship reign 
 
 Through all eternity. 
 
 Rev. John Fawcett. (1739 — 1817.) 1772 
 
 926 
 
 S. M. 
 
 Grateful Commemoration. 
 
 1 FOR all Thy saints, O Lord, 
 
 Who strove in Thee to live, 
 Who followed Thee, obeyed, adored, 
 Our grateful hymn receive. 
 
 2 For all Thy saints, O Lord, 
 
 Accept our thankful cry, 
 Who counted Thee their great reward, 
 And strove in Thee to die. 
 
 3 They all in life and death, 
 
 With Thee, their Lord, in view, 
 Learned from Thy Holy Spirit's breath 
 To suffer and to do. 
 
 4 For this Thy name we bless, 
 
 And humbly pray that we 
 
 May follow them in holiness, 
 
 And live and die in Thee. 
 
 Bp. Richard Main. (1776 — 1848.) 1837. ab. 
 Sr™ / Cross and Crown. S. M. 
 
 1 O WHAT, if we are Christ's, 
 
 Is earthly shame or loss ? 
 Bright shall the crown of glory be, 
 When we have borne the cross. 
 
 2 Keen was the trial once, 
 
 Bitter the cup of woe, 
 When martyred saints, baptized in blood, 
 Christ's sufferings shared below. 
 
 3 Bright is their glory now, 
 
 Boundless their joy above, 
 Where, on the bosom of their God, 
 They rest in perfect love. 
 
 4 Lord, may that grace be ours, 
 
 Like them in faith to bear 
 All that of sorrow, grief, or pain 
 May be our portion here. 
 
 5 Enough, if Thou at last 
 
 The word of blessing give, 
 And let us rest beneath Thy feet, 
 Where saints and angels live. 
 
 Rev. Sir Henry Williams Baker. (rS2i — ) 1C52. 
 
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 The Fellowship 0/ all the Saints. I O. 
 
 1 FOR all the saints, who from their labors 
 
 rest, 
 Who Thee by faith before the world confest, 
 Thy name, O Jesus, be forever blest, 
 
 Alleluia. 
 
 2 Thou wast their Rock, their Fortress and 
 
 their Light ; 
 Thou, Lord, theirCaptain in the well-fought 
 
 fight; 
 Thou, in the darkness drear, their Light 
 
 of light. 
 
 Alleluia. 
 
 3 O may Thy soldiers, faithful, true, and bold, 
 Fight as the saints who nobly fought of old, 
 And win with them the victors' crown of 
 
 gold. 
 
 Alleluia. 
 
 4 O blest Communion, fellowship divine ! 
 We feebly struggle, they in glory shine ; 
 Yet all are one in Thee, for all are Thine. 
 
 Alleluia. 
 
 5 And when the strife is fierce, the warfare 
 
 long, 
 Steals on the ear the distant triumph-song, 
 And hearts are brave again, and arms are 
 
 strong. 
 
 Alleluia. 
 
 6 The golden evening brightens in the west ; 
 Soon, soon to faithful warriorscomes the rest; 
 Sweet is the calm of Paradise the blest. 
 
 Alleluia. 
 
 7 But lo, there breaks ayet more glorious day; 
 The saints triumphant rise in bright array ; 
 The King of Glory passes on His way. 
 
 Alleluia. 
 
 8 From earth's wide bounds, from ocean's 
 
 farthest coast, 
 Through gates of pearl streams in the 
 
 countless host, 
 Singing to Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 
 
 Alleluia. 
 
 Rev. William Walsham How. (—1823.) 1854. 
 
 r\'-%f\ Christ the Corner-Stone. 7 6. 1). 
 
 y^y Eph. ii. 20. ' 
 
 1 THE Church's one foundation 
 
 Is Jesus Christ her Lord; 
 She is His new creation 
 
 By water and the word : 
 From heaven He came and sought her 
 
 To be His holy bride ; 
 With His own blood He bought her, 
 
 And for her life He died. 
 
 2 Elect from every nation, 
 
 Yet one o'er all the earth, 
 Her charter of salvation 
 
 One Lord, one faith, one birth ; 
 One holy Name she blesses, 
 
 Partakes one holy food, 
 And to one hope she presses, 
 
 With every grace endued. 
 
 3 Though with a scornful wonder, 
 
 Men see her sore opprest, 
 By schisms rent asunder, 
 
 By heresies distrest ; 
 Yet saints their watch are keeping, 
 
 Their cry goes up, " How long?" 
 And soon the night of weeping 
 
 Shall be the morn of song. 
 
 4 'Mid toil and tribulation, 
 
 And tumult of her war, 
 She waits the consummation 
 
 Of peace for evermore ; 
 Till with the vision glorious 
 
 Her longing eyes are blest, 
 And the great Church victorious 
 
 Shall be the Church at rest. 
 
 5 Yet she on earth hath union 
 
 With God the Three in One, 
 And mystic sweet communion 
 
 With those whose rest is won ; 
 O happy ones and holy ! 
 
 Lord, give us grace that we 
 Like them, the meek and lowly, 
 
 On high may dwell with Thee. 
 
 Rev. Samuel John Stone, i860, ab. and si. alt. 
 
 r\--\r\ "A ltd there shall be one Fold and one Shepherd. ' 
 VO U Johnx. 16. 7> 6. D. 
 
 i And is the time apjproaching, 
 By prophets long foretold, 
 When all shall dwell together, 
 One Shepherd and one fold ? 
 
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 THE LORD'S DAY AND WORSHIP. 
 
 Shall every idol perish, 
 
 To moles and bats be thrown, 
 
 And every prayer be offered 
 To God in Christ alone ? 
 
 2 Shall Jew and Gentile, meeting 
 
 From many a distant shore, 
 Around one altar kneeling, 
 
 One common Lord adore? 
 Shall all that now divides us 
 
 Remove and pass away, 
 Like shadows of the morning 
 
 Before the blaze of day? 
 
 3 Shall all that now unites us 
 
 More sweet and lasting prove, 
 A closer bond of union, 
 
 In a blest land of love? 
 Shall war be learned no longer, 
 
 Shall strife and tumult cease, 
 All earth His blessed kingdom, 
 
 The Lord and Prince of Peace ? 
 
 4 O long-expected dawning, 
 
 Come with thy cheering ray: 
 When shall the morning brighten, 
 
 The shadows flee away ? 
 O sweet anticipation, 
 
 It cheers the watchers on, 
 To pray, and hope, and labor, 
 
 Till the dark night be gone. 
 
 Miss Jane Borthwick. 1863. 
 
 f\ O T "The Day which the Lord hath made." 7, 6. 
 ~7») Ps. cxviii. 24. 
 
 1 O day of rest and gladness, 
 
 O day of joy and light, 
 O balm of care and sadness, 
 
 Most beautiful, most bright: 
 On thee, the high and lowly, 
 
 Through ages joined in tune, 
 Sing holy, holy, holy, 
 
 To the Great God Triune. 
 
 2 On thee, at the creation, 
 
 The light first had its birth ; 
 On thee, for our salvation, 
 
 Christ rose from depths of earth ; 
 On thee our Lord, victorious, 
 
 The Spirit sent from heaven, 
 And thus on thee, most glorious, 
 
 A triple light was given. 
 
 3 To-day on weary nations 
 
 The heavenly manna falls; 
 To holy convocations 
 
 The silver trumpet calls, 
 Where gospel light is glowing 
 
 With pure and radiant beams, 
 And living water flowing 
 
 With soul-refreshing streams. 
 
 4 New graces ever gaining 
 
 From this our day of rest, 
 We reach the rest remaining 
 
 To spirits of the blest ; 
 To Holy Ghost be praises, 
 
 To Father, and to Son ; 
 The Church her voice upraises 
 
 To Thee, blest Three in One. 
 
 Bp. Christopher Wordsworth. (1807 — ) 1862. ab. and alt. 
 932 Delighting in God's Day. 7,6. 
 
 1 Thy holy day's returning 
 
 Our hearts exult to see ; 
 And with devotion burning, 
 
 Ascend, O God, to Thee. 
 To-day with purest pleasure, 
 
 Our thoughts from earth withdraw ; 
 We search for heavenly treasure, 
 
 We learn Thy holy law. 
 
 2 We join to sing Thy praises, 
 
 Lord of the Sabbath day; 
 Each voice in gladness raises 
 
 Its loudest, sweetest lay. 
 Thy richest mercies sharing, 
 
 Inspire us with Thy love, 
 By grace our souls preparing 
 
 For nobler praise above. 
 
 Rev. Ray Palmer. (1808—) 1834. 
 • OO 'AvacTTdtTcw; i)p.ipa. 7> ^* 
 
 1 The day of resurrection, 
 
 Earth, tell it out abroad : 
 The Passover of gladness, 
 
 The Passover of God. 
 From death to life eternal, 
 
 From earth unto the sky, 
 Our Christ hath brought us over, 
 
 With hymns of victory. 
 
 2 Our hearts be pure from evil, 
 
 That we may see aright 
 The Lord in rays eternal 
 Of resurrection-light ; 
 
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 And, listening to His accents, 
 May hear, so calm and plain, 
 
 His own " All hail !" and, hearing, 
 May raise the victor-strain. 
 
 3 Now let the heavens be joyful ; 
 
 Let earth her song begin ; 
 Let the round world keep triumph, 
 
 And all that is therein ; 
 Invisible and visible, 
 
 Their notes let all things blend, 
 For Christ the Lord hath risen, 
 
 Our Joy that hath no end. 
 
 John of Damascus. ( — c. 780.) 
 Tr. by Rev. John Mason Neale. (1818— 1866.) 1S62. 
 
 934 The Lord s Day -welcomed. S. M. 
 
 1 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 amidst the place 
 
 Where my dear God hath been, 
 Is sweeter than ten thousand days 
 Of pleasurable sin. 
 
 4 My willing soul would stay 
 
 In such a frame as this, 
 And sit, and sing herself away 
 To everlasting bliss. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1709. 
 
 The Sweetness of the Sabbath. 
 Ps. xcii. 
 
 S. M. 
 
 935 
 
 1 Sweet is the work, O Lord, 
 
 Thy glorious acts to sing, 
 To praise Thy name, and hear Thy word, 
 And grateful offerings bring, 
 
 2 Sweet, at the dawning light, 
 
 Thy boundless love to tell ; 
 And, when approach the shades of night, 
 Still on the theme to dwell 
 
 3 Sweet, on this day of rest, 
 
 To join in heart and voice 
 With those who love and serve Thee best, 
 And in Thy name rejoice. 
 
 4 To songs of praise and joy 
 Be every Sabbath given, 
 That such may be our blest employ 
 Eternally in heaven. 
 
 Miss Harriet Auber. (1773 — 1862.) 1829. alt. 
 
 Given in Mercy to our Fathers. 
 Ps. Ixxxi. 
 
 S. M. 
 
 936 
 
 1 SING to the Lord, our Might, 
 
 With holy fervor sing ; 
 Let hearts and instruments unite 
 To praise our heavenly King. 
 
 2 This is His holy house, 
 
 And this His festal day, 
 When He accepts the humblest vows 
 That we sincerely pay. 
 
 3 The Sabbath to our sires 
 
 In mercy first was given; 
 The Church her Sabbaths still requires 
 To speed her on to heaven. 
 
 4 We still, like them of old, 
 
 Are in the wilderness ; 
 And God is still as near His fold, 
 To pity and to bless. 
 
 5 Then let us open wide 
 
 Our hearts for Him to fill ; 
 And He that Israel then supplied, 
 Will help His Israel still. 
 
 Rev. Henry Francis Lyte. (1793 — 1847.) 1834. 
 937 The Pleasures 0/ Worship. S. M. 
 
 i How charming is the place, 
 Where my Redeemer God 
 Unveils the beauties of His face, 
 And sheds His love abroad. 
 
 2 Not the fair palaces, 
 
 To which the great resort, 
 Are once to be compared with this, 
 Where Jesus holds His court. 
 
 3 Here, on the mercy-seat, 
 
 With radiant glory crowned, 
 Our joyful eyes behold Him sit, 
 And smile on all around. 
 
 4 To Him their prayers and cries 
 
 Each humble soul presents : 
 He listens to their broken sighs, 
 And grants them all their wants. 
 
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 THE LORD'S DAY AND WORSHIP. 
 
 5 To them His sovereign will 
 
 He graciously imparts ; 
 And in return accepts, with smiles, 
 The tribute of their hearts. 
 
 6 Give me, O Lord, a place 
 
 Within Thy blest abode, 
 Among the children of Thy grace, 
 The servants of my God. 
 
 Rev. Samuel Stennett. (1727 — 1795.) 1778. 
 
 938 
 
 S. M. 
 
 God's Sabbath. 
 
 1 Hail to the Sabbath day: 
 
 The day divinely given ; 
 When men to God their homage pay, 
 And earth draws near to heaven. 
 
 2 Lord, in this sacred hour 
 
 Within Thy courts we bend, 
 And bless Thy love, and own Thy power. 
 Our Father and our Friend. 
 
 3 But Thou art not alone 
 
 In courts by mortals trod ; 
 Nor only is the day Thine own 
 When man draws near to God. 
 
 4 Thy temple is the arch 
 
 Of yon unmeasured sky; 
 Thy Sabbath, the stupendous march 
 Of grand eternity. 
 
 5 Lord, may that holier day 
 
 Dawn on Thy servants' sight; 
 And purer worship may we pay 
 In heaven's unclouded light. 
 
 Rev. Stephen Greenleaf Bulfinch. (1809 — 1870.) 1832. 
 
 The Lord's Day. 
 Ps. cxviii. 
 
 S. M. 
 
 939 
 
 1 See what a living stone 
 
 The builders did refuse ; 
 Yet God has built His Church thereon, 
 In spite of envious Jews. 
 
 2 The scribe and angry priest 
 
 Reject Thine only Son ; 
 Yet on this rock shall Zion rest 
 As the chief corner-stone. 
 
 3 The work, O Lord, is Thine, 
 
 And wondrous in our eyes ; 
 This day declares it all divine, 
 This day did Jesus rise. 
 
 4 This is the glorious day 
 
 That our Redeemer made : 
 Let us rejoice, and sing, and pray, 
 Let all the Church be glad. 
 
 5 Hosanna to the King 
 
 OT David's royal blood : 
 Bless Him, ye saints, He comes to bring 
 Salvation from your God. 
 
 6 We bless Thy holy word, 
 
 Which all this grace displays ; 
 And offer on Thine altar, Lord, 
 Our sacrifice of praise. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1719. 
 
 940 The Day 0/ holy Rest. L. M. 
 
 1 Another six days' work is done, 
 Another Sabbath is begun : 
 Return my soul, enjoy thy rest, 
 Improve the day thy God hath blest. 
 
 2 Come, bless the Lord, whose love assigns 
 So sweet a rest to wearied minds ; 
 Provides an antepast of heaven, 
 
 And gives this day the food of seven. 
 
 3 O that our thoughts and thanks may rise, 
 As grateful incense, to the skies ; 
 
 And draw from heaven that sweet repose, 
 Which none but he that feels it knows. 
 
 4 This heavenly calm within the breast 
 Is the dear pledge of glorious rest, 
 Which for the Church of God remains, 
 The end of cares, the end of pains. 
 
 5 In holy duties let the day, 
 
 In holy pleasures, pass away ; 
 
 How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend, 
 
 In hope of one that ne'er shall end. 
 
 Rev. Joseph Stennett. (1663 — 1713.) 1732. ab. and muchalt 
 
 941 "Morning of Hof>e." L. M. 
 
 1 Hail, morning known among the blest, 
 
 Morning of hope, and joy, and love, 
 Of heavenly peace, and holy rest, 
 Pledge of the endless rest above ! 
 
 2 Blest be the Father of our Lord, 
 
 Who from the dead hath brought His Son ; 
 Hope to the lost was then restored, 
 And everlasting glory won. 
 
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 3 Mercy looked down, with smiling eye, 
 
 When our Immanuel left the dead ; 
 Faith marked His bright ascent on high ; 
 And hope, with gladness, raised her head. 
 
 4 Descend, O Spirit of the Lord: 
 
 Thy fire to every bosom bring ; 
 Then shall our ardent hearts accord, 
 And teach our lips God's praise to sing. 
 
 Rev. Ralph Wardlaw. (1779 — 1853.) 1817. ab. 
 
 942 Delight in Worship. L. M. 
 
 1 FAR from my thoughts, vain world,be gone ; 
 Let my religious hours alone ; 
 
 Fain would mine eyes my Saviour see : 
 I wait a visit, Lord, from Thee. 
 
 2 My heart grows warm with holy fire, 
 And kindles with a pure desire ; 
 Come, my dear Jesus, from above, 
 And feed my soul with heavenly love. 
 
 3 Blest Jesus, what delicious fare, 
 How sweet Thine entertainments are : 
 Never did angels taste above 
 Redeeming grace, and dying love. 
 
 4 Hail, great Immanuel, all-divine, 
 
 In Thee Thy Father's glories shine : 
 Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest One, 
 That eyes have seen, or angels known. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1709. ab. 
 
 943 The Peace of God. L. M. 
 
 1 The peace which God alone reveals, 
 
 And by His word of grace imparts, 
 Which only the believer feels, 
 
 Direct, and keep, and cheer our hearts. 
 
 2 And may the holy Three in One, 
 
 The Father, Word, and Comforter, 
 Pour an abundant blessing down 
 On every soul assembled here. 
 
 Rev. John Newton. (1725 — 1807.) 1779. si. alt. 
 r\ a a A Psalm for the Lord' s Day. L. M. 
 
 V44 Ps. xcii. 
 
 1 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 at night. 
 
 2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest ; 
 
 No mortal cares shall seize my breast ; 
 O may my heart in tune be found, 
 Like David's harp of solemn sound. 
 
 3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord, 
 And bless His works, and bless His word ; 
 Thy works of grace, how bright they shine, 
 How deep Thy counsels, how divine. 
 
 4 Lord, 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 wished below ; 
 
 And every power find sweet employ, 
 In that eternal world of joy. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1719. ab. and si. alt. 
 Jr4 O The precious Day. L. M. 
 
 i Dear is the hallowed morn to me, 
 When Sabbath bells awake the day, 
 And, by their sacred minstrelsy, 
 Call me from earthly cares away. 
 
 2 And dear to me the winged hour 
 
 Spent in Thy hallowed courts, O Lord : 
 To feel devotion's soothing power, 
 And catch the manna of Thy word. 
 
 3 And dear to me the loud Amen 
 
 Which echoes through the blest abode, 
 Which swells, and sinks, and swells again, 
 Dies on the walls, but lives to God. 
 
 4 Oft when the world, with iron hands, 
 
 Has bound me in its six days' chain, 
 This bursts them, like the strong man's 
 bands, 
 And lets my spirit loose again. 
 
 5 Then dear to me the Sabbath morn, 
 
 The village bells, the shepherd's voice : 
 These oft have found my heart forlorn, 
 And always bid that heart rejoice. 
 
 Rev. John William Cunningham. (1780 — 1861.) 1S22. alt. 
 
 946 
 
 "To-day, if ye will hear His Voice." L. M. 
 Ps. xcv. 
 
 1 Come, let our voices join to raise 
 A sacred song of solemn praise : 
 God is a sovereign King, rehearse 
 His honors in exalted verse. 
 
 2 Come, let our souls address the Lord, 
 Who framed our natures with His word 
 He is our Shepherd, we the sheep 
 
 His mercy choose, His pastures keep. 
 
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 3 Come, let us hear His voice to-day, 
 The counsels of His love obey ; 
 Nor let our hardened hearts renew 
 The sins and plagues that Israel knew. 
 
 4 Look back, my soul, with holy dread, 
 And view those ancient rebels dead ; 
 Attend the offered grace to-day, 
 Nor lose the blessing by delay. 
 
 5 Seize the kind promise, while it waits, 
 And march to Zion's heavenly gates ; 
 Believe, and take the promised rest ; 
 Obey, and be for ever blest. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1719. ab. 
 947 Sabbat h Morning. H. M. 
 
 i Welcome, delightful morn, 
 
 Thou day of sacred rest : 
 I hail thy kind return ; 
 
 Lord, make these moments blest ; 
 From the low train of mortal toys, 
 I soar to reach immortal joys. 
 
 2 Now may the King descend, 
 
 And fill His throne of grace: 
 Thy sceptre, Lord, extend, 
 
 While saints address Thy face; 
 Let sinners feel Thy quickening word, 
 And learn to know and fear the Lord. 
 
 3 Descend, celestial Dove, 
 
 With all Thy quickening powers, 
 Disclose a Saviour's love, 
 
 And bless these sacred hours ; 
 Then shall my soul new life obtain, 
 Nor Sabbaths e'er be spent in vain. 
 
 Hayward. John Dobell's Collection. 1806. 
 
 948 
 
 H. M. 
 
 Sabbath Morning: 
 
 Awake, our drowsy souls, 
 
 Shake off each slothful band ; 
 
 The wonders of this day 
 Our noblest songs demand : 
 
 Auspicious morn, thy blissful rays 
 
 Bright seraphs hail, in songs of praise. 
 
 At thy approaching dawn, 
 
 Reluctant death resigned 
 The glorious Prince of life, 
 
 In dark domains confined: 
 Th' angelic host around Him bends, 
 And midst their shouts the God ascends. 
 
 All hail, triumphant Lord ; 
 
 Heaven with hosannas rings ; 
 While earth, in humbler strains, 
 
 Thy praise responsive sings : 
 " Worthy art Thou, who once wast slain, 
 Through endless years to live and reign." 
 
 Gird on, great God, Thy sword, 
 Ascend Thy conquering car, 
 
 While justice, truth, and love 
 Maintain the glorious war ; 
 
 Victorious, Thou Thy foes shalt tread, 
 
 And sin and hell in triumph lead. 
 
 Make bare Thy potent arm, 
 
 And wing th' unerring dart, 
 With salutary pangs, 
 
 To each rebellious heart; 
 Then dying souls for life shall sue, 
 Numerous as drops of morning dew. 
 
 Miss Elizabeth Scott. 1763. 
 John Dobell's Collection. 1806. ab. 
 
 949 "Take up the Strain." H. M= 
 
 i Shall hymns of grateful love 
 
 Through heaven's high arches ring, 
 And all the hosts above 
 
 Their songs of triumph sing ; 
 And shall not we take up the strain, 
 And send the echo back again ? 
 
 2 Shall they adore the Lord, 
 
 Who bought them with His blood, 
 And all the love record 
 
 That led them home to God ; 
 And shall not we take up the strain, 
 And send the echo back again ? 
 
 3 O spread the joyful sound, 
 
 The Saviour's love proclaim, 
 And publish all around 
 
 Salvation through His name ; 
 Till all the world take up the strain, 
 And send the echo back again. 
 
 Rev. James J. Cummins. ( — 1867.) 1849. ab. 
 
 Longing for the House of God. 
 Ps. lxxxiv. 
 
 H. M. 
 
 950 
 
 1 Lord of the worlds above, 
 How pleasant and how fair 
 The dwellings of Thy love, 
 Thine earthly temples are : 
 To thine abode I With warm desires, 
 
 My heart aspires, | To see my God. 
 
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 2 The sparrow for her young 
 
 With pleasure seeks a nest ; 
 And wandering swallows long 
 
 To find their wonted rest: 
 My spirit faints I To rise and dwell 
 
 With equal zeal | Among Thy saints. 
 
 3 O happy souls that pray 
 
 Where God appoints to hear ; 
 O happy men that pay 
 
 Their constant service there : 
 They praise Thee still; I That love the way 
 And happy they I To Z ion's hill. 
 
 4 They go from strength to strength, . 
 
 Through this dark vale of tears, 
 Till each arrives at length, 
 
 Till each in heaven appears : 
 O glorious seat, I Shall thither bring 
 
 When God our King | Our willing feet ! 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1719. 
 
 Langingfor the House of God. 
 Ps. lxx.xiv. 
 
 H. M. 
 
 951 
 
 1 TO spend one sacred day, 
 
 Where God and saints abide, 
 Affords diviner joy 
 
 Than thousand days beside : 
 Where God resorts, I To keep the door, 
 I love it more I Than shine in courts. 
 
 2 God is our sun and shield, 
 
 Our light and our defence ; 
 With gifts His hands are filled, 
 
 We draw our blessings thence : 
 He will bestow I Peculiar grace, 
 
 On Jacob's race I And glory too. 
 
 3 The Lord His people loves; 
 
 His hand no good withholds 
 From those His heart approves, 
 
 From pure and pious souls : 
 Thrice happy he, I Whose spirit trusts 
 
 O God of hosts, I Alone in Thee. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 17 19. 
 
 A genera! Song of Praise. 
 Ps. c. 
 
 H. M. 
 
 952 
 
 I Sing to the Lord most high; 
 Let every land adore ; 
 With grateful voice make known 
 His goodness and His power. 
 Let cheerful songs I And let His praise 
 Declare His ways, | Inspire your tongues. 
 17 
 
 2 Enter His courts with joy; 
 
 With fear address the Lord ; 
 He formed us with His hand, 
 
 And quickened by His word. 
 With wide command I O'er every sea, 
 He spreads His sway | And every land. 
 
 3 His hands provide our food, 
 
 And every blessing give ; 
 We feed upon His care, 
 
 And in His pastures live. 
 With cheerful songs I And let His praise 
 Declare His ways, | Inspire our tongues. 
 
 4 Good is the Lord our God, 
 
 His truth and mercy sure ; 
 While earth and heaven shall last, 
 
 His promises endure. 
 With bounteous hand I O'er every sea, 
 He spreads His sway | And every land. 
 
 Rev. Timothy Dwight. (1752 — 1S17.) 1800. 
 953 "Safely, through another Week:' 7- 6 1. 
 
 i 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 pray for pardoning grace, 
 
 Through the dear Redeemer's name s 
 Show Thy reconciled face, 
 
 Take away our sin and shame ; 
 From our worldly cares set free, 
 May we rest this day in Thee. 
 
 3 Here we come Thy name to praise ; 
 
 May we feel Thy presence near : 
 May Thy glory meet our eyes, 
 
 While we in Thy house appear: 
 Here afford us, Lord, a taste 
 Of our everlasting feast. 
 
 4 May Thy gospel's joyful sound 
 Conquer sinners, comfort saints; 
 
 Make the fruits of grace abound, 
 Bring relief for all complaints : 
 Thus may all our Sabbaths prove, 
 Till we join the Church above. 
 
 Rev. John Newton. (1725—1807.) 1779. 
 
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 THE LORD'S DAY AND WORSHIP. 
 
 \/5Q Creator, Saviour, Comforter. 7* 61. 
 
 1 GREAT Creator, who this day 
 
 From Thy perfect work didst rest, 
 By the souls that own Thy sway 
 
 Hallowed be its hours and blest : 
 Cares of earth aside be thrown, 
 This day given to heaven alone. 
 
 2 Saviour, who this day didst break 
 
 The dark prison of the tomb, 
 Bid my slumbering soul awake, 
 
 Shine through all its sin and gloom : 
 Let me, from my bonds set free, 
 Rise from sin, and live to Thee. 
 
 3 Blessed Spirit, Comforter, 
 
 Sent this day from Christ on high, 
 Lord, on me Thy gifts confer, 
 
 Cleanse, illumine, sanctify; 
 All Thine influence shed abroad, 
 Lead me to the truth of God. 
 
 Mrs. Julia Anne Elliott. ( — 1841.) 1835. 
 955 Rest Jure, and above. 7 . 6 1 . 
 
 1 Hail, thou bright and sacred morn, 
 
 Risen with gladness in thy beams : 
 Light, which not of earth is born, 
 
 From thy dawn in glory streams; 
 Airs of heaven are breathed around, 
 And each place is holy ground. 
 
 2 Sad and weary were our way, 
 
 Fainting oft beneath our load, 
 But for thee, thou blessed day, 
 
 Resting-place on life's rough road : 
 Here flow forth the streams of grace, 
 Strengthened hence we run our race. 
 
 3 Soon, too soon, the sweet repose 
 
 Of this day of God will cease ; 
 Soon this glimpse of heaven will close, 
 
 Vanish soon the hours of peace; 
 Soon return the toil, the strife, 
 All the weariness of life. 
 
 4 But the rest which yet remains 
 
 For Thy people, Lord, above, 
 Knows nor change, nor fears, nor pains, 
 
 Endless as their Saviour's love : 
 O may every Sabbath here 
 Bring us to that rest more near. 
 
 Mrs. Ju:ia Anne Elliott. :83$. 
 
 956 
 
 Prayer for Light and Enlargement. 
 Ps. lxvii. 
 
 7. 61. 
 
 i God of mercy, God of grace, 
 Show the brightness of Thy face ; 
 Shine upon us, Saviour, shine, 
 Fill Thy Church with light divine; 
 And Thy saving health extend 
 Unto earth's remotest end. 
 
 2 Let the people praise Thee, Lord, 
 Be by all that live adored : 
 
 Let the nations shout and sing, 
 Glory to their Saviour-King ; 
 At Thy feet their tributes pay, 
 And Thy holy will obey. 
 
 3 Let the people praise Thee, Lord, 
 Earth shall then her fruits afford : 
 God to man His blessing give, 
 Man to God devoted live ; 
 
 All below, and all above, 
 
 One in joy, and light, and love. 
 
 Rev. Henry Francis Lyte. (1793 — 1S47.) 1C34. 
 
 "Mprgcnglanz dcr Rwigkeit.' 
 
 l's. v. 3. 
 
 7. 61. 
 
 957 
 
 1 Jesu>, Sun of righteousness, 
 
 Brightest beam of love divine, 
 With the early morning rays, 
 
 Do Thou on our darkness shine, 
 And dispel, with purest light, 
 All our long and gloomy night. 
 
 2 Like the sun's reviving ray, 
 
 May Thy love, with tender glow, 
 All our coldness melt away, 
 
 Warm and cheer us, forth to go; 
 Gladly serve Thee and obey, 
 All our life's short earthly day. 
 
 3 Thou, our only hope and guide, 
 
 Never leave us nor forsake; 
 Keep us ever at Thy side, 
 
 Till th' eternal morning break ; 
 Moving on to Zion's hill, 
 Onward, upward, homeward still. 
 
 Christian Knorr von Rosenroth. (1636 — 1689.) 1664. 
 Tr. by Miss Jane Borthwick. 1862. ab. and alt. 
 
 958 
 
 Morning Hymn. 7-6L. 
 
 1 Christ, whose glory fills the skies, 
 Christ, the true, the only Light, 
 Sun of righteousness, arise, 
 
 Triumph o'er the shades of night : 
 
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 Dayspring from on high, be near; 
 Daystar, in my heart appear. 
 
 2 Dark and cheerless is the morn, 
 
 Unaccompanied by Thee; 
 Joyless is the day's return, 
 
 Till Thy mercy's beams I see: 
 Till they inward light impart, 
 Glad my eyes, and warm my heart. 
 
 3 Visit then this soul of mine, 
 
 Pierce the gloom of sin and grief; 
 Fill me, Radiancy divine, 
 
 Scatter all my unbelief: 
 More and more Thyself display, 
 Shining to the perfect day. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708 — 1788.) 1740. 
 ,-. -- /-, Cause Thy Face to shine. 
 
 959 pi. lxvii. 7- si. 
 
 1 On Thy Church, O Power divine, 
 Cause Thy glorious face to shine ; 
 Till the nations, from afar, 
 
 Hail her as their guiding star: 
 Till her sons, from zone to zone, 
 Make Thy great salvation known. 
 
 2 Then shall God, with lavish hand, 
 Scatter blessings o'er the land ; 
 Earth shall yield her rich increase, 
 Every breeze shall whisper peace, 
 And the world's remotest bound 
 With the voice of praise resound. 
 
 Miss Harriet Auber. (1773 — 1862.) 1829. 
 
 960 
 
 Goi?ig to Church. 
 Ps. exxii. 
 
 S. P. M. 
 
 1 How pleased and blest was I, 
 To hear the people cry, 
 
 " Come, let us seek our God to-day !" 
 
 Yes, with a cheerful zeal, 
 
 We haste to Zion's hill, 
 And there our vows and honors pay. 
 
 2 Zion, thrice happy place, 
 Adorned with wondrous grace, 
 
 And walls of strength embrace thee round 
 In thee our tribes appear, 
 To pray, and praise, and hear 
 
 The sacred gospel's joyful sound. 
 
 3 There David's greater Son 
 Has fixed His royal throne; 
 
 He sits for grace and judgment there . 
 
 He bids the saints be glad; 
 He makes the sinner sad ; 
 And humble souls rejoice with fear. 
 
 4 May peace attend thy gate, 
 And joy within thee wait, 
 
 To bless the soul of every guest : 
 The man that seeks thy peace, 
 And wishes thine increase, 
 
 A thousand blessings on him rest ! 
 
 5 My tongue repeats her vows, 
 "Peace to this sacred house!" 
 
 For there my friends and kindred dwell ; 
 And since my glorious God 
 Makes thee His blest abode, 
 
 My soul shall ever love thee well. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1740.) 1719. 
 9^^ " 'Heaven begtin below." S. P. M. 
 
 i 'T IS heaven begun below 
 To hear Christ's praises flow 
 
 In Zion, where His name is known : 
 What will it be above 
 To sing redeeming love, 
 
 And cast our crowns before His throne ! 
 
 2 When we adore Him there, 
 We shall be void of fear. 
 
 Nor faith, nor hope, nor patience need : 
 
 Love will absorb us quite, 
 
 Love, in the midst of light, 
 On God's eternal love shall feed. 
 
 3 O what sweet company 
 
 We then shall hear and see ; 
 What harmony will there abound, 
 
 When souls unnumbered sing 
 
 The praise of Zion's King, 
 Xor one dissenting voice is found ! 
 
 4 With everlasting joy, 
 Such as will never cloy, 
 
 We shall be filled, nor wish for more; 
 
 Bright as meridian day, 
 
 Calm as the evening ray, 
 Full as a sea without a shore. 
 
 5 Till that blest period come, 
 Zion shall be my home ; 
 
 And may I never thence remove, 
 Till from the Church below 
 To that on high I go, 
 
 And there commune in perfect love. 
 
 Re%\ Joseph Swain. (1761 — 1796.) 1792. si. alt. 
 
256 
 
 THE LORD'S DAY AND WORSHIP, 
 
 r\f\'J "Speak, for Thy Servant heareth." 8, J, 4. 
 y^-*— < 1 Sam. iii. 10 
 
 i In Thy name, O Lord, assembling, 
 
 We, Thy people, now draw near : 
 
 Teach us to rejoice with trembling ; 
 
 Speak, and let Thy servants hear, 
 
 Hear with meekness, 
 Hear Thy word with godly fear. 
 
 2 While our days on earth are lengthened, 
 
 May we give them, Lord, to Thee; 
 Cheered by hope, and daily strengthened. 
 May we run, nor weary be, 
 
 Till Thy glory 
 YVithout clouds in heaven we sec. 
 
 3 There in worship purer, sweeter, 
 
 Thee Thy people shall adore ; 
 Tasting of enjoyment greater 
 
 Far than thought conceived before; 
 
 Full enjoyment, 
 Full, unmixed, and evermore. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Kelly. (1769 — 1855.) 1S15. 
 y03 Dismission. 8, 7,4. 
 
 1 LORD, dismiss us with Thy blessing, 
 
 Fill our hearts with joy and peace ; 
 Let us each, Thy love possessing, 
 Triumph in redeeming grace : 
 
 O refresh us, 
 Traveling through this wilderness. 
 
 2 Thanks we give, and adoration, 
 
 For Thy gospel's joyful sound : 
 May the fruits of Thy salvation 
 In our hearts and lives abound; 
 
 May Thy presence 
 With us evermore be found. 
 
 3 So, whene'er the signal 's given, 
 
 Us from earth to call away, 
 Borne on angels' wings to heaven, 
 Glad the summons to obey, 
 
 May we ever 
 Reign with Christ in endless day. 
 
 Hon. and Rev. Walter Shirley. (1725 — 1786.) 1774. 
 
 For the great Congregation. 
 Hab. ii. 20. 
 
 964 
 
 I God is in His holy temple, 
 
 All the earth, keep silence here; 
 Worship Him in truth and spirit, 
 Reverence Him with godly fear ; 
 
 Holy, holy, 
 Lord of hosts, our Lord, appear. 
 
 8,7.4- 
 
 2 God in Christ reveals His presence, 
 
 Throned upon the mercy-seat: 
 Saints, rejoice, and sinners, tremble ; 
 Each prepare his God to meet ; 
 
 Lowly, lowly 
 Bow adoring at His feet. 
 
 3 Hail Him here with songs of praises, 
 
 Him with prayers of faith surround ; 
 Hearken to His glorious gospel. 
 While the preacher's lips expound ; 
 
 Blessed, blessed, 
 They who know the joyful sound. 
 
 James Montgomery. (1771 — 1054.) 1853. ab. 
 
 n/Cg Cod givcih the Increase. 8, 7 4. 
 
 7^0 1 Cor. iii. 7. 
 
 1 COME, Thou soul-transforming Spirit, 
 
 Bless the sower and the seed; 
 Let each heart Thy grace inherit ; 
 Raise the weak, the hungry feed : 
 
 From the gospel, 
 Now supply Thy people's need. 
 
 2 O may all enjoy the blessing 
 
 Which Thy word 's designed to give ; 
 Let us all, Thy love possessing, 
 Joyfully the truth receive; 
 
 And for ever 
 To Thy praise and glory live. 
 
 Rev. Jonathan Evans. (1749— 1809.) 1784. 
 POO " Most calm, most bright." CM. 
 
 1 Blest day of God, most calm, most bright 
 
 The first and best of days ; 
 The laborer's rest, the saints delight, 
 A day of mirth and praise. 
 
 2 My Saviour's face did make thee shine. 
 
 His rising did thee raise : 
 This made thee heavenly and divine 
 Beyond the common days. 
 
 The first-fruits do a blessing prove 
 
 To all the sheaves behind ; 
 And they that do a Sabbath love 
 
 A happy week shall find. 
 
 4 My Lord on thee His name did fix, 
 Which makes thee rich and gay: 
 Amid His golden candlesticks 
 My Saviour walks this clay. 
 
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 5 This clay must I fore God appear, 
 For, Lord, the day is Thine : 
 O let me spend it in Thy fear, 
 Then shall the day be mine. 
 
 Rev. John Mason. ( — 1694.) 1683. 
 
 967 
 
 Yearning for Rest. CM. 
 
 i When the worn spirit wants repose, 
 And sighs for God to seek, 
 How sweet to hail the evening's close 
 That ends the weary week. 
 
 2 How sweet will be the early dawn 
 
 That opens on the sight, 
 When first the soul-reviving morn 
 Shall shed new rays of light. 
 
 3 Blest day, thine hours too soon will cease, 
 
 Yet, while they gently roll, 
 Breathe, heavenly Spirit, source of peace, 
 A Sabbath o'er my soul. 
 
 4 When will my pilgrimage be done, 
 
 The world's long week be o'er, 
 That Sabbath dawn which needs no sun, 
 That day which fades no more ? 
 
 James Edmeston. (1791 — 1S67.) 1S20. 
 
 6 I come, I wait, I hear, I pray, 
 Thy footsteps, Lord, I trace; 
 I sing to think this is the way 
 Unto my Saviour's face. 
 
 Rev. John Mason. 1683. ab. 
 
 969 
 
 " The Day the Lord hath made.' 
 Ps. c.whi. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 968 
 
 Sweet Rest. CM. 
 
 i MY Lord, my Love, was crucified, 
 He all the pains did bear; 
 But in the sweetness of His rest 
 He makes His servants share. 
 
 2 How sweetly rest Thy saints above 
 
 Which in Thy bosom lie ; 
 The Church below doth rest in hope 
 Of that felicity. 
 
 3 Thou, Lord, who daily feed'st Thy sheep, 
 
 Mak'st them a weekly feast; 
 Thy flocks meet in their several folds 
 Upon this day of rest. 
 
 4. Welcome and dear unto my soul 
 Are these sweet feasts of love; 
 But what a Sabbath shall I keep 
 When I shall rest above ! 
 
 5 I bless Thy wise and wondrous love, 
 Which binds us to be free ; 
 Which makes us leave our earthly snares, 
 That we may come to Thee. 
 
 1 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, O Lord, descend and bring 
 Salvation from the throne. 
 
 4 Blest be the Lord, who comes to men 
 
 With messages of grace ; 
 Who comes in God His Father's name, 
 To save our sinful race. 
 
 5 Hosanna, in the highest strains 
 
 The Church on earth can raise ; 
 The highest heavens, in which He reigns, 
 Shall give Him nobler praise. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 174S.) 1719. 
 
 " U'e hail the sacred Day." 
 Ps. exxii. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 970 
 
 1 WITH joy we hail the sacred day, 
 
 Which God has called His own; 
 With joy the summons we obey 
 To worship at His throne. 
 
 2 Thy chosen temple, Lord, how fair, 
 
 Where willing votaries throng, 
 To breathe the humble, fervent prayer. 
 And pour the choral song. 
 
 3 Spirit cf grace, O deign to dwell 
 
 Within Thy Church below; 
 Make her in holiness excel, 
 With pure devotion glow. 
 
 4 Let peace within her walls be found ; 
 
 Let all her sons unite, 
 To spread with grateful zeal around 
 Her clear and shining light. 
 
 Miss Harriet Auber. (1773 — 1862.) 1S29 
 
2 5 8 
 
 THE LORD'S DAY AND WORSHIP. 
 
 97^ Christ's Triumfk. CM. 
 
 i Again the Lord of life and light 
 Awakes the kindling ray, 
 Unseals the eyelids of the morn, 
 And pours increasing day. 
 
 2 O what a night was that which wrapt 
 
 The heathen world in gloom ; 
 O what a sun which broke this day 
 Triumphant from the tomb. 
 
 3 Ten thousand differing lips shall join 
 
 To hail this welcome morn, 
 Which scatters blessings from its wings 
 To nations yet unborn. 
 
 4 Jesus, the Friend of human-kind, 
 
 With strong compassion moved, 
 Descended like a pitying God, 
 To save the souls He loved. 
 
 5 And now His conquering chariot wheels 
 
 Ascend the lofty skies ; 
 While, broke beneath His powerful cross. 
 Death's iron sceptre lies. 
 
 6 Exalted high at God's right hand, 
 
 The Lord of all below, 
 Through Him is pardoning love dispensed, 
 And boundless blessings flow. 
 
 T.Irs. Anna Laetitia Barbauld. (1743 — 1825.) 1773, 1825. ab. 
 
 For the Lord's Day Morning. 
 Ps. v. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 972 
 
 i 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 O may Thy Spirit guide my feet 
 In ways of righteousness; 
 Make every path of duty straight, 
 And plain before my face. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674— 1748.) 1719. 
 7/O The Resurrection 0/ Christ. C. M. 
 
 1 BLEST morning, whose young dawning rays 
 
 Beheld our rising God ; 
 That saw Him triumph o'er the dust, 
 And leave His dark abode. 
 
 2 In the cold prison of a tomb 
 
 The dead Redeemer lay, 
 Till the revolving skies had brought 
 The third, th' appointed day. 
 
 3 Hell and the grave unite their force 
 
 To hold our God, in vain ; 
 The sleeping Conqueror arose, 
 And burst their feeble chain. 
 
 4 To Thy great name, almighty Lord, 
 
 These sacred hours we pay ; 
 And loud hosannas shall proclaim 
 The triumph of the day. 
 
 5 Salvation, and immortal praise, 
 
 To our victorious King; 
 Let heaven and earth, and rocks and seas, 
 With glad hosannas ring. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1709 
 
 -. ,-, A The Church our Delight and Safety. C. M. 
 
 V / 4 Ps. xxvii. 
 
 1 The Lord of glory is my light, 
 
 And my salvation too ; 
 God is my strength, nor will I fear 
 What all my foes can do. 
 
 2 One privilege my heart desires : 
 
 O grant me an abode 
 Among the churches of Thy saints, 
 The temples of my God. 
 
 3 There shall I offer my requests, 
 
 And see Thy beauty still; 
 Shall hear Thy messages of love, 
 And there inquire Thy will. 
 
 4 When troubles rise, and storms appear, 
 
 There may His children hide ; 
 God has a strong pavilion, where 
 He makes my soul abide. 
 
 
THE LORD'S DAY AND WORSHIP. 
 
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 5 Now shall my head be lifted high 
 Above my foes around ; 
 And songs of joy and victory 
 Within Thy temple sound. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1719. 
 r\r- r 1 Going to Church. C. M. 
 
 y/o Ps. exxii. 
 
 1 How did my heart rejoice to hear 
 
 My friends devoutly say, 
 In Zion let us all appear, 
 And keep the solemn day !" 
 
 2 I love her gates, I love the road; 
 
 The Church, adorned with grace, 
 Stands like a palace built for God, 
 To show His milder face. 
 
 3 Up to her courts, with joys unknown, 
 
 The holy tribes repair ; 
 The Son of David holds His throne, 
 And sits in judgment there. 
 
 4 He hears our praises, and complaints; 
 
 And while His awful voice 
 Divides the sinners from the saints, 
 We tremble and rejoice. 
 
 5 Peace be within this sacred place, 
 
 And joy a constant guest ; 
 With holy gifts and heavenly grace, 
 Be her attendants blest. 
 
 6 My soul shall pray for Zion still, 
 
 While life or breath remains ; 
 There my best friends, my kindred dwell, 
 There God, my Saviour, reigns. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1719. 
 
 The Morning of a Lord's Day. 
 Ps. lxiii. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 977 
 
 1 Early, my God, without delay, 
 
 I haste to seek Thy face ; 
 My thirsty spirit faints away, 
 Without Thy cheering grace. 
 
 2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand, 
 
 Beneath a burning sky, 
 Long for a cooling stream at hand, 
 And they must drink or die. 
 
 3 I've seen Thy glory and Thy power 
 
 Through all Thy temple shine : 
 My God repeat that heavenly hour, 
 That vision so divine. 
 
 4 Not all the blessings of a feast 
 
 Can please my soul so well, 
 As when Thy richer grace I taste, 
 And in Thy presence dwell. 
 
 5 Not life itself, with all its joys, 
 
 Can my best passions move ; 
 Or raise so high my cheerful voice, 
 As Thy forgiving love. 
 
 6 Thus, till my last expiring day, 
 
 I'll bless my God and King; 
 Thus will I lift my hands to pray, 
 And tune my lips to sing. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1719. si. alt. 
 
 978 
 
 To the Tempfo haste.'" 
 Ps. exxii. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 976 
 
 1 O 't was a joyful sound, to hear 
 
 Our tribes devoutly say, 
 " Up, Israel, to the temple haste, 
 And keep your festal day !" 
 
 2 At Salem's courts we must appear, 
 
 With our assembled powers, 
 In strong and beauteous order ranged, 
 
 Like her united towers. 
 
 3 O ever pray for Salem's peace ; 
 
 For they shall prosperous be, 
 Thou holy City of our God, 
 Who bear true love to thee. 
 
 Tate and Brady. 1696. ab. and si. alt. 
 
 A Day in the Lord's Courts. 
 
 1 To Thy temple I repair ; 
 Lord, I love to worship there, 
 
 When within the veil I meet 
 Christ before the mercy-seat. 
 
 2 Thou through Him art reconciled, 
 I through Him become Thy child; 
 Abba, Father, give me grace 
 
 In Thy courts to seek Thy face. 
 
 3 While Thy glorious praise is sung, 
 Touch my lips, unloose my tongue, 
 That my joyful soul may bless 
 Thee, the Lord my Righteousness. 
 
 4 While the prayers of saints ascend, 
 God of love, to mine attend ; 
 Hear me, for Thy Spirit pleads, 
 Hear, for Jesus intercedes. 
 
260 
 
 THE LORD'S DAY AND WORSHIP. 
 
 5 While I hearken to Thy law, 
 Fill my soul with humble awe, 
 Till Thy gospel bring to me 
 Life and immortality. 
 
 6 While Thy ministers proclaim 
 Peace and pardon in Thy Name, 
 Through their voice, by faith, may I 
 Hear Thee speaking from the sky. 
 
 7 From Thy house when I return, 
 May my heart within me burn; 
 And at evening let me say, 
 
 I have walked with God to-day. 
 
 James Montgomery. (1771 — 1854.) 1825. 
 
 „ ,_, _. "Ask what I shall give thee. 7 . 
 
 9/9 1 Kings Hi. 5. 
 
 i Come, my soul, thy suit prepare, 
 Jesus loves to answer prayer ; 
 He Himself has bid thee pray, 
 Therefore will not say thee nay. 
 
 2 Thou art coming to a 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. 
 
 5 While I am a pilgrim here, 
 Let Thy love my spirit cheer ; 
 
 As my Guide, my Guard, my Friend, 
 Lead me to my journey's end. 
 
 6 Show me what I have to do, 
 Every hour my strength renew; 
 Let me live a life of faith, 
 
 Let me die Thy people's death. 
 
 Rev. John Newton. (1725 — 1807.) 1779. ab. 
 
 2 Holy, holy, holy Lord, 
 
 Live, by heaven and earth adored; 
 Full of Thee, they ever cry, 
 "Glory be to God on high !" 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (170S — 17SS.) 1739. ab. 
 
 98 
 
 Y "Ye shall seek Me, and find Me. ' ' 
 
 * Jer. xxix. 13. 
 
 980 
 
 Willi A ngels. 
 
 I THEE to laud in songs divine 
 Angels and archangels join : 
 We with them our voices raise, 
 Echo Thine eternal praise. 
 
 1 LORD, we come before Thee now, 
 At Thy feet we humbly bow ; 
 
 O do not our suit disdain, 
 
 Shall we seek Thee, Lord, in vain? 
 
 2 Lord, on Thee our souls depend 
 In compassion, now descend; 
 
 Fill our hearts with Thy rich grace, 
 Tune our lips to sing Thy praise. 
 
 3 In Thine own appointed way, 
 Now we seek Thee, here we stay : 
 Lord, we know not how to go, 
 Till a blessing Thou bestow. 
 
 4 Send some message from Thy word, 
 That may joy and peace afford; 
 Let Thy Spirit now impart 
 
 Full salvation to each heart. 
 
 5 Comfort those who weep and mourn, 
 Let the time of joy return ; 
 
 Those that are cast down lift up, 
 Strong. in faith, in love, and hope. 
 
 6 Grant that those who seek may find 
 Thee a God sincere and kind; 
 Heal the sick, the captive free, 
 
 Let us all rejoice in Thee. 
 
 Rev. William Hammond. ( — 1733.) 1745. ab. 
 
 " Let us stng unto the Lord." n 
 
 Ps. xcv. 1. 
 
 i Joyful be the hours to-day ; 
 Joyful let the season be ; 
 Let us sing, for well we may : 
 Jesus, we will sing of Thee. 
 
 2 Should Thy people silent be, 
 
 Then the very stones would sing. 
 What a debt we owe to Thee, 
 
 Thee our Saviour, Thee our King. 
 
 3 Meet it is that we should own 
 
 What Thy grace has done for us ; 
 Saved we are by grace alone, 
 And we joy to have it thus. 
 
 
THE LORD'S DAY AND WORSHIP. 
 
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 4 'Tis Thy grace alone can save ; 
 
 Every blessing comes from Thee : 
 All we have, and hope to have, 
 All we are, and hope to be. 
 
 5 Thine the Name to sinners dear, 
 
 Thine the Name all names before : 
 Blessed here and everywhere ; 
 Blessed now and evermore. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Kelly. (1769— 1S55.) 1853. 
 
 983 
 
 Delight in God's House. 7- 
 
 1 LORD of hosts, how bright, how fair, 
 E'en on earth, Thy temples are : 
 Here Thy waiting people see 
 
 Much of heaven, and much of Thee. 
 
 2 From Thy gracious presence flows 
 Bliss that softens all our woes ; 
 While Thy Spirit's holy fire 
 Warms our hearts with pure desire. 
 
 3 Here we supplicate Thy throne ; 
 Here Thou mak'st Thy glories known ; 
 Here we learn Thy righteous ways, 
 Taste Thy love, and sing Thy praise. 
 
 4 Thus with sacred songs of joy, 
 We our happy lives employ ; 
 Love, and long to love Thee more, 
 Till from earth to heaven we soar. 
 
 Rev. Daniel Turner. (1710 — 179S.) 1787. alt. 
 
 God and His Church. 
 Ps. lxxxiv. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 984 
 
 1 Great God, attend while Zion sings 
 The joy that from Thy presence springs : 
 To spend one day with Thee on earth, 
 Exceeds a thousand days of mirth. 
 
 2 Might I enjoy the meanest place 
 Within Thy house, O God of grace, 
 Not tents of ease, nor thrones of power, 
 Should tempt my feet to leave Thy door. 
 
 3 God is our Sun, He makes our dav ; 
 God is our Shield, He guards our way 
 From all the assaults of hell and sin, 
 From foes without and foes within. 
 
 4 All needful grace will God bestow, 
 And crown that grace with glory too; 
 He gives us all things, and withholds 
 No real good from upright souls. 
 
 5 O God, our King, whose sovereign sway 
 The glorious hosts of heaven obey, 
 And devils at Thy presence flee ; 
 Blest is the man that trusts in Thee. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1719. 
 r»Q r- The Church the Birth-place of t/ie Saints.L. M- 
 
 y°o Ps. ixxxvii. 
 
 1 God in His earthly temple lays 
 Foundations for His heavenly praise; 
 He likes the. tents of Jacob well, 
 But still in Zion loves to dwell. 
 
 2 His mercy visits every house 
 
 That pays its night and morning vows ; 
 But makes a more delightful stay 
 Where churches meet to praise and pray. 
 
 3 What glories were described of old, 
 What wonders are of Zion told ! 
 Thou City of our God below, 
 
 Thy fame shall Tyre and Egypt know. 
 
 4 Egypt and Tyre, and Greek and Jew, 
 Shall there begin their lives anew ; 
 Angels and men shall join to sing 
 The hill where living waters spring. 
 
 5 When God makes up His last account 
 Of natives in His holy mount, 
 'Twill be an honor to appear 
 
 As one new-born or nourished there. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1719. 
 
 986 
 
 Universal Worship. 
 Juhn iv. 21 — 23. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 i O Thou to whom, in ancient time, 
 
 The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung, 
 Whom kings adored in songs sublime, 
 And prophets praised with glowing tongue; 
 
 2 Nut now on Zion's height alone 
 
 Thy favored worshipper may dwell ; 
 Nor where, at sultry noon, Thy Son 
 Sat weary by the patriarch's well. 
 
 3 From every place below the skies. 
 
 The grateful song, the fervent prayer, 
 The incense of the heart, may rise 
 To heaven, and find acceptance there. 
 
 4 O Thou to whom, in ancient time, 
 
 The lyre of prophet-bards was strung, 
 To Thee, at last, in every clime, 
 
 Shall temples rise, and praise be sung. 
 
 Rev. John Pierpont. (17S5 -1866.) 1824. 
 
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 THE LORD'S DAY AND WORSHIP. 
 
 a Qh The Pleasures of public Worship. L. M. 
 
 90/ p s . ixxxiv. 
 
 1 How pleasant, how divinely fair, 
 
 O Lord of hosts, Thy dwellings are; 
 With long desire my spirit faints, 
 To meet th' assemblies of Thy saints. 
 
 2 My flesh would rest in Thine abode, 
 My panting heart cries out for God; 
 My God, my King, why should I be 
 So far from all my joys and- Thee ? 
 
 3 Blest are the saints who sit on high, 
 Around Thy throne of majesty; 
 Thy brightest glories shine above, 
 And all their work is praise and love. 
 
 4 Blest are the souls who find a place 
 Within the temple of Thy grace ; 
 There they behold Thy gentler rays, 
 And seek Thy face, and learn Thy praise. 
 
 5 Blest are the men whose hearts are set 
 To find the way to Zion's gate; 
 
 God is their strength, and, through theroad, 
 They lean upon their helper, God. 
 
 6 Cheerful they walk with growing strength, 
 Till all shall meet in heaven at length ; 
 Till all before Thy face appear, 
 
 And join in nobler worship there. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1719. ab. 
 
 Christ 's Promise. 
 Matt, xviii. so. 
 
 988 
 
 1 How sweet to leave the world awhile, 
 
 And seek the presence of our Lord : 
 Dear Saviour, on Thy people smile, 
 And come according to Thy word. 
 
 2 From busy scenes we now retreat, 
 
 That we may here converse with Thee : 
 Ah, Lord, behold us at Thy feet; 
 Let this the gate of heaven be. 
 
 3 Chief of ten thousand, now appear, 
 
 That we by faith may see Thy face ; 
 
 O speak, that we Thy voice may hear, 
 
 And let Thy presence fill this place. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Kelly. (1769 — 1855.) 1809. ab. 
 
 2 "There," says the Saviour, "will I be, 
 Amid this little company ; 
 
 To them unveil My smiling face, 
 And shed My glories round the place." 
 
 3 We meet at Thy command, dear Lord, 
 Relying on Thy faithful word : 
 
 Now send Thy Spirit from above ; 
 Now fill our hearts with heavenly love. 
 
 Rev. Samuel Stennett. (1727 — 1795) 1778. 
 
 990 
 
 The Love 0/ God s lied abroad in the Heart. L. M. 
 Eph. iii. 16. 
 
 1 Come, dearest Lord, descend and dwell, 
 
 By faith and love, in every breast ; 
 Then shall we know, and taste, and feel, 
 The joys that cannot be exprest. 
 
 2 Come, fill our hearts with inward strength , 
 
 Make our enlarged souls possess, 
 And learn the height and breadth and length 
 Of Thine unmeasurable grace. 
 
 3 Now to the God whose power can do 
 
 More than our thoughts or wishes know, 
 Be everlasting honors done, 
 
 By all the Church, thro' Christ, His Son. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1709. 
 99^ Flying to the Sliado-jj 0/ the Altar. L . M . 
 
 i Forth from the dark and stormy sky, 
 Lord, to Thine altar's shade we fly ; 
 Forth from the world, its hope and fear, 
 Saviour, we seek Thy shelter here : 
 Weary and weak, Thy grace we pray; 
 Turn not, O Lord, Thy guests away. 
 
 2 Long have we roamed in want and pain, 
 Long have we sought Thy rest in vain; 
 Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost, 
 Long have our souls been tempest-tost: 
 Low at Thy feet our sins we lay ; 
 Turn not, O Lord, Thy guests away. 
 
 Bp. Reginald Heber. (17S3— 1S26.) 18*5. 
 
 L. M. 
 O lasset litis a n 
 
 Where two or three." 
 Matt, xviii. 20. L. M. 
 
 989 
 
 1 " Where two or three, with sweet accord, 
 Obedient to their sovereign Lord, 
 Meet to recount His acts of grace, 
 And offer solemn prayer and praise ; 
 
 992 " Gott ist gegenvjartig 
 
 1 Lo, God is here : let us adore, 
 
 And own, how dreadful is this place. 
 Let all within us feel His power, 
 
 And silent bow before His face. 
 Who know His power, Hisgracewhoprove, 
 Serve Him with awe, with reverence love. 
 
 2 Lo, God is here : Him day and night 
 
 Th' united choirs of angels sing; 
 
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 To Him, enthroned above all height, 
 
 Heaven's host their noblest praises bring. 
 Disdain not, Lord, our meaner song, 
 Who praise Thee with a stammering tongue. 
 
 j Gladly the toys of earth we leave, 
 
 Wealth, pleasure, fame, for Thee alone ; 
 To Thee our will, soul, flesh, we give ; 
 
 O take, O seal them for Thine own. 
 Thou art the God, Thou art the Lord; 
 Be Thou by all Thy works adored. 
 4 Being of beings, may our praise 
 
 Thy courts with grateful fragrance fill; 
 Still may we stand before Thy face, 
 
 Still hear and do Thy sovereign will ; 
 To Thee may all our thoughts arise, 
 Ceaseless, accepted sacrifice. 
 
 Gerhard Tersteegen. (1607 — 1769.) 1731. 
 Tr. by Rev. John Wesley. (1703 — 1791-) 1739- ab. 
 
 Lord' t Day. 
 Num. x. 2. 
 
 993 
 
 1 The day of rest once more comes round, 
 
 A day to all believers dear ; 
 The silver trumpets seem to sound, 
 
 That call the tribes of Israel near ; 
 Ye people all, obey the call, 
 
 And in Jehovah's courts appear. 
 
 2 Obedient to Thy summons, Lord, 
 
 We to Thy sanctuary come ; 
 Thy gracious presence here afford, 
 
 And send Thy people joyful home; 
 Of Thee our King O may we sing, 
 
 And none with such a theme be dumb. 
 
 3 O hasten, Lord, the day when those 
 
 Who know Thee here shall see Thy face ; 
 When suffering shall forever close, 
 
 And theyshall reach their destined place; 
 Then shall they rest, supremely blest, 
 
 Eternal debtors to Thy grace. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Kelly. 1806. 
 
 " The festal Morn is come." 
 Ps. exxii. 
 
 C. P. M. 
 
 994 
 
 1 The festal morn, my God, is come, 
 That calls me to Thy sacred dome, 
 
 Thy presence to adore : 
 My feet the summons shall attend, 
 With willing steps Thy courts ascend 
 
 And tread the hallowed floor. 
 
 2 With holy joy I hail the day, 
 That warns my thirsting soul away ; 
 
 What transports fill my breast ; 
 For lo, my great Redeemer's power 
 Unfolds the everlasting door, 
 
 And leads me to His rest. 
 
 3 E'en now, to my expecting eyes, 
 
 The heaven-built towers of Salem rise ; 
 
 E'en now, with glad survey, 
 I view her mansions, that contain 
 Th' angelic forms, an awful train, 
 
 And shine with cloudless day. 
 
 4 Hither, from earth's remotest end, 
 Lo, the redeemed of God ascend, 
 
 Their tribute hither bring ; 
 Here, crowned with everlasting jov, 
 In hymns of praise their tongues employ, 
 
 And hail th' immortal King. 
 
 5 Mother of cities, o'er thy head 
 
 Bright peace, with healing wings outspread, 
 
 For evermore shall dwell : 
 Let me, blest seat, my name behold 
 Among thy citizens enrolled, 
 
 And bid the world farewell. 
 
 Rev. James Merrick. (1720 — 1769.) 1765. ab. and al^. 
 995 " Welco7ue, sweet Day." C. P. M. 
 
 i Welcome, sweet day, of days the best, 
 The time of holy mirth and rest : 
 
 To God's own house repair, 
 To hear His word and see His face, 
 To learn His will and sing His grace, 
 
 To join in praise and prayer. 
 
 2 This is employment all divine ; 
 My soul, the blest assembly join, 
 
 And from the world retire ; 
 Go, bow before thy Maker's throne, 
 Thy risen Saviour's glories own, 
 
 And fan devotion's fire. 
 
 3 Forget the trifles here below, 
 
 The shining heap, the gaudy show, 
 
 Vain mirth and worldly cares : 
 On wings of strong devotion rise, 
 Pass every cloud, pass all the skies, 
 And soar above the stars. 
 
 4 To God direct thy steady flight, 
 
 Great Fund of bliss, and Source of light; 
 
 And there delight thine eyes ; 
 View every shining wonder o'er, 
 With glad transported heart adore, 
 
 And feast in paradise. 
 
 Rev. Simon B-owne. (1680 — 1732.) 1720. alt. 
 
264 
 
 THE LORD'S DAY AND WORSHIP. 
 
 996 
 
 'Hosanna to the living Lord." L. M. 
 
 i Hosanna to the living Lord, 
 Hosanna to th' incarnate Word : 
 To Christ, Creator, Saviour, King, 
 Let earth, let heaven, Hosanna sing. 
 
 2 "Hosanna, Lord!" Thine angels cry, 
 " Hosanna, Lord !" Thy saints reply; 
 Above, beneath us, and around, 
 The dead and living swell the sound. 
 
 3 O Saviour, with protecting care, 
 Return to this, Thy house of prayer, 
 Assembled in Thy sacred name, 
 Where we Thy parting promise claim. 
 
 4 But chiefest in our cleansed breast, 
 Eternal, bid Thy Spirit rest, 
 
 And make our secret soul to be 
 A temple pure, and worthy Thee. 
 
 5 So, in the last and dreadful day, 
 When earth and heaven shall melt away, 
 Thy flock, redeemed from sinful stain, 
 Shall swell the sound of praise again. 
 
 Bp. Reginald Heber. (17S3— 1826.) 1S11. 
 
 r\r\t-l "Goit ist gegemutirtig : O lassci uns anbctcn." 
 yy / (Abridged form.) L. M. 
 
 1 Lo, God is here : let us adore, 
 
 And own how dreadful is this place ; 
 Let all within us feel His power, 
 And silent bow before His face. 
 
 2 Lo, God is here : Him day and night 
 
 United choirs of angels sing; 
 To Him, enthroned above all height, 
 Let saints their humble worship bring. 
 
 3 Lord God of hosts, O may our praise 
 
 Thy courts with grateful incense fill ; 
 Still may we stand before Thy face, 
 Still hear and do Thy sovereign will. 
 
 Gerhard Tersteegen. (1697 — 1760.) 1731. 
 Tr. by Rev. John Wesley. (1703 — 3791.) 1739. ab. and alt. 
 
 Praise waiting in Zion. L. M. 
 
 Ps. lxv. 
 
 998 
 
 I PRAISE, Lord, for Thee in Zion waits; 
 Prayer shall besiege Thy temple gates ; 
 All flesh shall to Thy throne repair, 
 And find, through Christ, salvation there. 
 
 6 Our spirits faint; our sins prevail ; 
 Leave not our trembling hearts to fail; 
 O Thou that hearest prayer, descend, 
 And still be found the sinner's Friend. 
 
 3 How blest Thy saints, how safely led, 
 How surely kept, how richly fed : 
 Saviour of all in earth and sea, 
 How happy they who rest in Thee. 
 
 4 Lord, on our souls Thy spirit pour ; 
 The moral waste within restore ; 
 
 O let Thy love our spring-tide be, 
 And make us all bear fruit to Thee. 
 
 Rev. Henry Francis Lyte. (1793 — 1S47.) 1834. ab. 
 yyy "O luce qui mertalibits." L. M. 
 
 1 Great God, who, hid from mortal sight, 
 Dost dwell in unapproached light, 
 Before whose presence angels bow 
 With faces veiled, in homage low ; 
 
 2 Awhile in darkness we remain, 
 And round us yet are sin and pain ; 
 But soon the everlasting day 
 
 Shall chase our shades of night away. 
 
 3 Then, from its fleshly bonds set free, 
 The soul shall fly, O God, to Thee ; 
 To see Thee, love Thee, and adore, 
 Her blissful task for evermore. 
 
 Prof. Charles Coffin. (1676 — 1749.) T 736- 
 Tr. by Rev. Sir Henry Williams Baker. (1821- ) 1S61. ab. 
 
 IOOO p eace at the Mercy-Seat. L. M. 
 
 1 From every stormy wind that blows, 
 From every swelling tide of woes, 
 There is a calm, a sure retreat ; 
 
 'T is 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 spot where spirits blend, 
 Where friend holds fellowship with friend : 
 Though sundered far, by faith they meet 
 Around one common mercy-seat. 
 
 4 There, there, on eagle wings we soar, 
 And time and sense seem all no more ; 
 And heaven comes down our souls to greet, 
 And glory crowns the mercy-seat. 
 
 5 O may my hand forget her skill, 
 My tongue be silent, cold, and still, 
 This bounding heart forget to beat, 
 If I forget the mercy-seat. 
 
 Rev. Hugh Stowcll. (1799 — 1865.) 1832. ab 
 
 
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 I 00 I " quam juvat fratrcs, Dcus." L. M. 
 
 i Lord, how joyful 't is to see 
 The brethren join in love to Thee : 
 On Thee alone their heart relies ; 
 Their only strength Thy grace supplies. 
 
 2 How sweet, within Thy holy place, 
 With one accord to sing Thy grace, 
 Besieging Thine attentive ear 
 With all the force of fervent prayer. 
 
 3 O may wc love the house of God, 
 Of peace and joy the blest abode ; 
 O may no angry strife destroy 
 That sacred peace, that holy joy. 
 
 4 The world without may rage, but we 
 Will only cling more close to Thee, 
 With hearts to Thee more wholly given, 
 More weaned from earth, more fixed on 
 
 heaven. 
 
 5 Lord, shower upon us from above 
 The sacred gift of mutual love ; 
 Each other's wants may we supply, 
 And reign together in the sky. 
 
 Santolius Victorinus. (1630—1697.) 1736. 
 Tr. by Rev. John Chandler. (1806—) 1837. 
 
 1 UU £ On entering a new Place 0/ Worship. L. M. 
 
 1 Jesus, where'er Thy people meet, 
 There they behold Thy mercy-seat ; 
 Where'er they seek Thee, Thou art found, 
 And every place is hallowed ground. 
 
 2 For Thou, within no walls confined, 
 Inhabitest the humble mind ; 
 
 Such ever bring Thee where they come, 
 And going, take Thee to their home. 
 
 3 Dear Shepherd of Thy chosen few, 
 Thy former mercies here renew ; 
 Here to our waiting hearts proclaim 
 The sweetness of Thy saving name. 
 
 4 Here may we prove the power of prayer 
 To strengthen faith, and sweeten care, 
 To teach our faint desires to rise, 
 
 And bring all heaven before our eyes. 
 
 5 Lord, we are few, but Thou art near: 
 Nor short Thine arm, nor deaf Thine ear : 
 O rend the heavens, come quickly down, 
 And make a thousand hearts Thine own. 
 
 William Ccrwper. (1731 — 1800.) 1769. ab. 
 
 I/-»/-kl The Pleasures of public Worship. n n 
 
 °Q3 Ps.lxxx.v. 7 
 
 i Pleasant are Thy courts above, 
 In the land of light and love; 
 Pleasant are Thy courts below, 
 In this land of sin and woe. 
 O, my spirit longs and faints 
 For the converse of Thy saints, ' 
 For the brightness of Thy face, 
 King of glory, God of grace. 
 
 2 Happy birds, that sing and fly 
 Round Thy altars, O Most High ; 
 Happier souls, that find a rest 
 In a Heavenly Father's breast : 
 Like the wandering dove, that found 
 No repose on earth around, 
 They can to their ark repair, 
 And enjoy it ever there. 
 
 2 Happy souls, their praises flow 
 Even in this vale of woe ; 
 Waters in the desert rise, 
 Manna feeds them from the skies : 
 On they go from strength to strength, 
 Till they reach Thy throne at length ; 
 At Thy feet adoring fall, 
 Who hast led them safe through all. 
 
 4 Lord be mine this prize to win ; 
 Guide me through a world of sin; 
 Keep me by Thy saving grace; 
 Give me at Thy side a place. 
 Sun and Shield alike Thou art ; 
 Guide and guard my erring heart ; 
 Grace and glory flow from Thee, 
 Shower, O shower them, Lord, on me. 
 
 Rev. Henry Francis Lyte. 1834. 
 
 It\f\ A "II is good to give Thanla 
 
 UU4 Ps. xcii. 
 
 7. D. 
 
 1 Thou who art enthroned above, 
 Thou in whom we live and move, 
 Good it is with joyful tongue 
 
 To resound Thy praise in song : 
 When the morning paints the skies, 
 When the sparkling stars arise, 
 All Thy favors to rehearse, 
 And give thanks in grateful verse. 
 
 2 Sweet the day of sacred rest, 
 When devotion fires the breast, 
 When we dwell within Thy house, 
 Hear Thy gospel, pay cur vows, 
 
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 Songs to heaven's high mansion raise, 
 Fill Thy courts with songs of praise, 
 And in psalms and hymns proclaim 
 Honors to Thy glorious Name. 
 3 From Thy works our joys arise, 
 O Thou only good and wise : 
 Who Thy wonders can express? 
 All Thy thoughts are fathomless. 
 Warm our hearts with sacred fire, 
 And with songs of praise inspire; 
 All our powers with all their might 
 Ever in Thy praise unite. 
 
 George Sandys. (1577 — 1643.) 1638. alt 
 I CO 5 " Part in Peace." 7 • D . 
 
 I Part in peace, Christ's life was peace ; 
 
 Let us live our life 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 : 
 Brethren, sisters, part in peace. 
 
 Mrs. Sarah Flower Adams. (1805 — 1848.) 1841. alt. 
 
 Iz-vy-v/C " Let not your Heart be troubled." 7. D. 
 OOO j hn xiv. 1. ' 
 
 1 Calmer of the troubled heart, 
 Bid my unbelief depart; 
 Speak, and all my sorrows cease, 
 Speak, and all my soul is peace; 
 Comfort me, whene'er I mourn, 
 With the hope of Thy return ; 
 And till I Thy glory see, 
 
 Bid me still believe in Thee. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (170S— 17SS.) 1762. 
 1007 Sabbath Evening. 7 
 
 i ERE another Sabbath's close, 
 Ere again we seek repose, 
 Lord, our song ascends to Thee" ; 
 At Thy feet we bow the knee. 
 
 2 For the mercies of the day, 
 For this rest upon our way, 
 Thanks to Thee alone be given, 
 Lord of earth and King of Heaven. 
 
 3 Cold our sen-ices have been, 
 Mingled every prayer with sin; 
 But Thou canst and wilt forgive : 
 By Thy grace alone we live. 
 
 4 Whilst this thorny path we tread, 
 May Thy love our footsteps lead; 
 When our journey here is past, 
 May we rest with Thee at last. 
 
 5 Let these earthly Sabbaths prove 
 Foretastes of our joys above ; 
 While their steps Thy pilgrims bend 
 To the rest which knows no end. 
 
 Unknown. Rev. Baptist Wriothesley Noel's Selection. 1832 
 
 1 <J\J U Sabbath Evening . 
 
 i Softly fades the twilight ray 
 Of the holy Sabbath day ; 
 Gently as life's setting sun, 
 When the Christian's course is run. 
 
 2 Night her solemn mantle spreads 
 O'er the earth as daylight fades ; 
 All things tell of calm repose, 
 
 At the holy Sabbath's close. 
 
 3 Peace is on the world abroad ; 
 'T is the holy peace of God, 
 Symbol of the peace within 
 When the spirit rests from sin. 
 
 4 Still the Spirit lingers near. 
 Where the evening worshipper 
 Seeks communion with the skies, 
 Pressing onward to the prize. 
 
 5 Saviour, may our Sabbaths be 
 Days of joy and peace in Thee, 
 Till in heaven our souls repose, 
 Where the Sabbath ne'er shall close. 
 
 Rev. Samuel Francis Smith. (iSoS — ) 1843 
 
 God our Portion. 
 Ps. Ixiii. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 1009 
 
 1 O Lord, within Thy sacred gate, 
 
 Where we so oft have sought for Thee, 
 Again our longing spirits wait, 
 The fulness of delight to see. 
 
 2 In blessing Thee with thankful songs, 
 
 Our happy lives shall glide away : 
 
 The praise that to Thy name belongs, 
 
 With lifted hands we'll daily pay. 
 
 3 Abundant sweetness, while we sing 
 
 Thy love, our favored souls o'erflows ; 
 Secure in Thee, our God, our King, 
 Of glory that no period knows. 
 
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 4 More dear than life itself, Thy love 
 
 Our hearts and tongues shall still employ: 
 Thy love to sing, Thy grace to prove, 
 Be this our glory, peace, and joy. 
 
 5 O Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
 
 The God, Whom heaven and earth adore, 
 To Thee frommen and heaven's bright hostl I 
 Be praise and glory evermore. |j 
 
 Unknown Spanish Author. 
 Tr. by Rev. John Wesley. (1703 — 1791 ) 1738. much alt. 
 
 Within these walls may peace abound, 
 May all our hearts in one agree : 
 
 Where brethren meet, where Christ is found, 
 May peace and concord ever be. 
 
 Rev. Henry Francis Lyte. (1793—1847.) 1C34. 
 
 The eternal Sabbath. 
 Hcb. iv. 9. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 1010 
 
 Longing after Cod. 
 Ps. lxiii. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 1 Great God, indulge my humble claim, 
 
 Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest ; 
 The glories that compose Thy name 
 Stand all engaged to make me blest. 
 
 2 Thou great and good, Thou just and wise, 
 
 Thou art my Father and my Gcd ; 
 And I am Thine by sacred ties, 
 
 Thy son, Thy servant bought with blood. 
 
 3 With heart and eyes, and lifted hands, 
 
 For Thee I long, to Thee I look; 
 As travelers in thirsty lands 
 
 Pant for the cooling waterbrook. 
 
 4 With early feet I love t' appear 
 
 Among Thy saints, and seek Thy face : 
 Oft have I seen Thy glory there, 
 
 And felt the power of sovereign grace. 
 
 5 I'll lift my hands, I'll raise my voice, 
 
 While I have breath to pray or praise : 
 This work shall make my heart rejoice, 
 And spend the remnant of my days. 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1719. ab. 
 
 Delight in. God's House. 
 Ps. exxii. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 IOII 
 
 1 Sweet is the solemn voice that calls 
 
 The Christian to the house of prayer ; 
 I love to stand within its walls, 
 
 For Thou, O Lord, art present there. 
 
 2 I love to tread the hallowed courts, 
 
 Where two or three for worship meet ; 
 For thither Christ Himself resorts, 
 And makes the little band complete. 
 
 3 'Tis sweet to raise the common song, 
 
 To join in holy praise and love ; 
 And imitate the blessed throng 
 
 That mingle hearts and songs above. 
 
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 LORD of the Sabbath, hear our vows, 
 On this Thy day, in this Thy house; 
 And own as grateful sacrifice 
 The songs which from the desert rise. 
 
 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love ; 
 But there's a nobler rest above : 
 To that our laboring souls aspire 
 With ardent hope and strong desire. 
 
 No more fatigue, no more distress, 
 Nor sin, nor hell, shall reach the place ; 
 No groans to mingle with the songs 
 Which warble from immortal tongues. 
 
 No rude alarms of raging foes ; 
 No cares to break the long repose; 
 No midnight shade, no clouded sun, 
 But sacred, high, eternal noon. 
 
 O long-expected day, begin ; 
 Dawn on these realms of woe and sin : 
 Fain would we leave this weary road, 
 And sleep in death, to rest with God. 
 
 Rev. Philip Doddridge. (1702 — 1751.) 1755. alt. 
 ■013 Sabbath Evening. L. M. 
 
 Sweet is the light of Sabbath eve, 
 And soft the sunbeams lingering there: 
 
 For these blest hours the world I leave, 
 Wafted on wings of faith and prayer. 
 
 The time how lovely and how still, 
 Peace shines and smiles on all below : 
 
 The plain, the stream, the wood, the hill, 
 All fair with evening's setting glow. 
 
 Season of rest, the tranquil soul 
 
 Feels the sweet calm, and melts to love ; 
 
 And while these sacred moments roll, 
 Faith sees a smiling heaven above. 
 
 Nor will our days of toil be long: 
 Our pilgrimage will soon be trod, 
 
 And we shall join the ceaseless song, 
 The endless Sabbath of our God. 
 
 James Edmeston. (1791 — 1867 ) ?8?.o. ab. 
 
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 THE LORD'S DAY AND WORSHIP. 
 
 1 014 " Now we pari." L. M. 
 
 i LORD, now we part in Thy blest name, 
 In which wc here together came; 
 Grant us, our few remaining clays, 
 To work Thy will, and spread Thy praise. 
 
 2 Teach us in life and death to bless 
 Thee, Lord,our strength and righteousness ; 
 Grant that wc all may meet above, 
 Where wc shall better sing Thy love. 
 
 3 To God the Father, God the Son, 
 And God the Spirit, Three in One, 
 lie honor, praise, and glory given, 
 By all on earth, and all in heaven. 
 
 Rev. John Dracup. (— 1795-) *7 8 7- a ' 1 - 
 I O I J At Dismission. L. M. 
 
 i Dismiss us with Thy blessing, Lord; 
 Help us to feed upon Thy word ; 
 All that has been amiss forgive, 
 And let Thy truth within us live. 
 
 2 Though we arc guilty, Thou art good ; 
 Wash all our works in Jesus' blood; 
 Give every fettered soul release, 
 And bid us all depart in peace. 
 
 Rev. Joseph Hart. (1712 — 1768.) 1762. 
 10 IO The endless Sabbath anticipated. CM. 
 
 1 Frequent the day of God returns 
 
 To shed its quickening beams; 
 And yet how slow devotion burns, 
 How languid arc its flames. 
 
 2 Accept our faint attempts to love, 
 
 Our frailties, Lord, forgive; 
 We would be like Thy saints above, 
 And praise Thee while wc live. 
 
 3 Increase, Lord, our faith and hope, 
 
 And fit us to ascend 
 Where the assembly ne'er breaks up, 
 The Sabbath ne'er will end ; 
 
 4 Where we shall breathe in heavenly air, 
 
 With heavenly lustre shine; 
 For ever feed on heavenly fare, 
 And feast on love divine ; 
 
 5 Where we, in high seraphic strains, 
 
 Shall all our powers employ, 
 
 Delighted range th' ethereal plains, 
 
 And take our fill of joy. 
 Rev. Simon Browne. (1680 — 1732.) 1720. ab. and alt 
 
 It\ t t-t The Blessedness of God's Service. C. M. 
 
 OI/ Ps. lxxx.v. 
 
 1 How lovely are Thy dwellings fair, 
 
 O Lord of hosts, how dear 
 The pleasant tabernacles are, 
 Where Thou dost dwell so near. 
 
 2 My soul doth long and almost die 
 
 Thy courts, O Lord, to see ; 
 My heart and flesh aloud do cry, 
 O living God, for Thee. 
 
 3 Happy, who in Thy house reside, 
 Where Thee they ever praise ; 
 
 Happy, whose strength in Thee doth bide, 
 And in their hearts Thy ways. 
 
 4 They journey on from strength to strength 
 
 With joy and gladsome cheer, 
 Till all before our God at length 
 In Zion do appear. 
 
 John Milton. (160S — 1674.) 164S. ab. 
 X I U Evening Hymn. ' 
 
 1 GOD of the sun-light hours, how sad 
 
 Would evening shadows be, 
 
 Or night, in deeper sable clad, 
 
 If aught were dark to Thee. 
 
 2 How mournfully that golden gleam 
 Would touch the thoughtful heart, 
 
 If with its soft, retiring beam, 
 Wc saw Thy love depart. 
 
 3 But though the gathering gloom may hide 
 
 Those gentle rays awhile, 
 Yet they who in Thy house abide, 
 Shall ever share Thy smile. 
 
 4 Then let creation's volume close, 
 
 Though every page be bright; 
 On Thine, still open, we repose 
 With more intense delight. 
 
 Mrs. Maria Grace Saffery. (1773 — 1858.) 1834. alt 
 
 Iat/v " But then Face to Face.'' 
 
 Uiy 1 (Jor. xin. 12. 
 
 I When, O dear Jesus, when shall I 
 Behold Thee all-serene, 
 Blest in perpetual Sabbath-day, 
 WiUiout a veil between ? 
 
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 2 Thy Spirit, O my Father, give, 
 To be my guide and friend, 
 To light my path to ceaseless joys, 
 To Sabbaths without end. 
 
 Rev. John Cennick. (1717 — 1755O '74 1 - a ^- 
 
 t n -7 n " Tke Day !S f ar s f cnt " s ' M " 
 
 iUiiU Luke xxiv. 29. 
 
 1 THE day, O Lord, is spent, 
 
 Abide with us, and rest ; 
 Our hearts' desires are fully bent 
 On making Thee our guest. 
 
 2 We have not reached that land, 
 
 That happy land, as yet, 
 Where holy angels round Thee stand, 
 Whose sun can never set. 
 
 3 Our sun is sinking now, 
 
 Our day is almost o'er; 
 O Sun of Righteousness, do Thou 
 Shine on us evermore. 
 
 Rev. John Mason Neale. (1818 — i?66.) 1854. 
 I 02 I The Worship that never ceases. S. M. 
 
 1 OUR day of praise is done ; 
 
 The evening shadows fall ; 
 Yet pass not from us with the sun, 
 True light that lightenest all. 
 
 2 Around the throne on high 
 
 Where night can never be, 
 The white-robed harpers of the sky 
 Bring ceaseless hymns to Thee. 
 
 3 Too faint our anthems here ; 
 
 Too soon of praise we tire ; 
 But, O the strains, how full and clear, 
 Of that eternal choir. 
 
 4 Yet, Lord, to Thy dear will 
 If Thou attune the heart, 
 
 We in Thine angels' music still 
 May bear our lower part. 
 
 5 'Tis Thine each soul to calm, 
 Each wayward thought reclaim, 
 
 And make our daily life a psalm 
 Of glory to Thy name. 
 
 6 A little while, and then 
 Shall come the glorious end ; 
 
 And songs of angels and of men 
 In perfect praise shall blend. 
 
 Rev. John E'lerton. (1826—) 1867. 
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 1022 At Dismission. S . M . 
 
 i Oxce more, before we part, 
 bless the Saviours name ; 
 Let every tongue and ever)- heart 
 
 Adore and praise the same. 
 Lord, in Thy grace we came, 
 That blessing still impart ; 
 We met in Jesus' sacred name, 
 In Jesus' name we part. 
 
 3 Still on Thy holy word 
 
 Help us to feed, and grow, 
 
 Still to go on to know the Lord, 
 
 And practise what we know. 
 
 4 Now, Lord, before we part, 
 
 Help us to bless Thy name : 
 
 Let every tongue and every heart 
 
 Adore and praise the same. 
 
 Rev. Joseph Hart. 17C2. much alt 
 
 I/~v«o Praise to God from all Nations. S. M. 
 
 023 p s . cxvii. 
 
 1 Thy name, Almighty Lord, 
 Shall sound through distant lands ; 
 
 Great is Thy grace, and sure Thy word ; 
 Thy truth forever stands. 
 
 2 Far be Thine honor spread, 
 
 And long Thy praise endure, 
 Till morning light and evening shade 
 Shall be exchanged no more. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1719. 
 1 024 TJie Eventide 0/ Life. 10. 
 
 1 Abide with me : fast falls the eventide; 
 The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide; 
 When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, 
 Help of the helpless, abide with me. 
 
 2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day; 
 Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away ; 
 Change and decay in all around I see; 
 
 Thou, who changest not, abide with me. 
 
 3 Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word ; 
 But, asThoudwclPst with Thydisciples,Lordj 
 Familiar, condescending, patient, free, 
 Come, not to sojourn, but abide, with me.. 
 
 4 Come not in terrors, as the King of kings ; 
 But kindand good, withhealingin Thy wings; 
 Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea ; 
 Come, Friend of sinners, thus abide with me. 
 
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 5 Thou on my head in early youthdidst smile; ' j 
 And, though rebellious and perverse mean- 
 while, 
 Thou hast not left me, oft as I left Thee. 
 On to the close, O Lord, abide with me. 
 
 6 I need Thy presence every passing hour: 
 What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's 
 
 power ? 
 •Vho like Thyself my guide and stay can be ? 
 Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me. 
 
 7 I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless , 
 Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness ; j 
 Where is death's sting ? where, grave, thy vic- 
 tory ? 
 
 I triumph still, if Thou abide with me. 
 
 8 Hold Thou Thy crossbeforemyclosingeyes; 
 Shine thro' the gloom and point me to the skies; 
 Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain 
 
 shadows flee ; 
 In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me. 
 
 Rev. Henry Francis Lyte. (1793— 1847.) 1847. I 
 
 1025 Parting Hymn. I O. 
 
 i SAVIOUR, again to Thy dear name we raise, 
 With one accord, our parting hymn of praise; 
 We stand to bless Thee ere our worship cease, 
 Then, lowly kneeling, wait Thy word of peace. 
 
 2 GrantusThypeaceuponourhomewardway: 2 
 With Thee began, with Thee'shall end the day ; 
 Guard Thou the lips from sin, the hearts from 
 
 shame, 
 That in thishouse havecalled upon Thy Name. 
 
 3 Grant us Thy peace, Lord, through the 
 
 coming night, | J 
 
 Turn Thou for us its darkness into light ; 
 From harm and danger keepThy children free, 
 For dark and light are both alike to Thee. 
 
 4 Grant us Thy peace throughout our earthly 
 
 life, 
 Our balm in sorrow, and our stay in strife ; 
 Then, when Thy voice shall bid our conflict 
 
 cease. 
 Call us, O Lord, to Thine eternal peace. 
 
 Rev. John Ellcrton. (1826 — ) 1866. 
 
 020 "Fading, still fading." P. M. 
 
 FADI\G,still fading, thelast beam isshining, 
 Father in heaven, the day is declining, 
 Safety and innocence fly with the light. 
 Temptation and danger walk forth with 
 
 the night : 
 From the fall of the shade till the morning- 
 bells chime, 
 Shield me from danger,save me fromcrime. 
 Father, have mercy, through Jesus Christ 
 our Lord. 
 
 Father in heaven, O hear when we call, 
 Hear,for Christ's sake, who is Saviour of all: 
 Feeble and fainting we trust in Thy might ; 
 In doubting and darkness Thy love be our 
 
 light; 
 Let us sleep on Thy breast while the night 
 
 taper burns, 
 Wake in Thy arms when morning returns. 
 
 Father, have mercy, &c. 
 
 Unknown Author. '3i <3 - 
 \J4f " Morgenghtnz der E-jjigkcit." P.M. 
 
 DAYSPRING of Eternity. 
 
 Brightness of the Father's glory, 
 Dawn on us, that we may see 
 
 Clouds and darkness flee before Thee ; 
 Drive afar, with conquering might, 
 All our night. 
 
 Let Thy grace, like morning dew, 
 Fall on hearts in Thee confiding, 
 
 Thy sweet comfort, ever new, 
 
 Fill our souls with strength abiding; 
 
 And Thy quickening eyes behold 
 Thy dear fold. 
 
 Give the flame of love, to burn 
 Till the bands of sin it breaketh, 
 
 Till, at each new day's return 
 Purer light my soul awaketh ; 
 
 O, ere twilight come, let me 
 Rise to Thee. 
 
 Thou that hast gone up on high, 
 
 Grant that when Thy trumpet soundeth, 
 
 When with glory, in the sky, 
 
 Thee the cloud of saints surroundeth, 
 
 We may stand among Thine own, 
 Round Thy throne. 
 
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 5 Lead us to the golden shore, 
 
 O Thou rising Sun of Morning, 
 Lead where tears shall flow no more, 
 
 Where all sighs to songs are turning, 
 Where Thy glory sheds alway 
 Perfect day. 
 
 Christian Knorr von Rosenroth. (1636 — 1689.) 1684. 
 Tr. by Miss Catherine Winkworth. (18.29 — ) J 863- 
 
 I O 2 O ■< n^ec in One, and One in Three, " 7 » 7 -7 »5 ' 
 
 1 Three in One, and One in Three, 
 Ruler of the earth and sea, 
 
 Hear us, while we lift to Thee 
 Holy chant and psalm. 
 
 2 Light of lights, with morning, shine : 
 Lift on us Thy light divine ; 
 
 And let charity benign 
 
 Breathe on us her balm. 
 
 3 Light of lights, when falls the even, 
 Let it close on sin forgiven ; 
 
 Fold us in the peace of heaven. 
 Shed a holy calm. 
 
 4 Three in One, and One in Three, 
 Dimly here we worship Thee : 
 With the saints hereafter we 
 
 Hope to bear the palm. 
 
 Rev. Gilbert Rorison. (1821 — 1869.) 1850. alt. 
 
 'Abide with us." 
 Luke xxiv. 29. 
 
 1029 Luke xxiv. 29. L. M. 
 
 I Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear, 
 It is not night if Thou be near : 
 O may no earth-born cloud arise 
 To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes. 
 
 t When the soft dews of kindly sleep, 
 My wearied eyelids gently steep, 
 Be my last thought, how sweet to rest 
 Forever on my Saviour's breast. 
 
 3 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. 
 
 4 If some poor wandering child of Thine 
 Have spurned, to-day, the voice divine, 
 Now, Lord, the gracious work begin ; 
 Let Him no more lie down in sin. 
 
 5 Watch by the sick; enrich the poor 
 With blessings from Thy boundless store; 
 Be every mourner's sleep to-night, 
 
 Like infant's slumbers, pure and light. 
 
 6 Come near and bless us when we wake, 
 Ere through the world our way we take; 
 Till, in the ocean of Thy love, 
 We lose ourselves in heaven above. 
 
 Rev. John Keble. (1792 — 1866.) 1827. ab. 
 1030 T/te Lord's Day Evening. L. M. 
 
 1 Sweet Saviour, bless us ere we go ; 
 
 Thy word into our minds instil ; 
 And make our lukewarm hearts to glow 
 With lowly love and fervent will. 
 
 2 The day is done, its hours have run ; 
 
 And Thou hast taken count of all, 
 
 The scanty triumphs grace hath won, 
 
 The broken vow, the frequent fall. 
 
 3 Grant us, dear Lord, from evil ways 
 True absolution and release ; 
 
 And bless us, more than in past days, 
 With purity and inward peace. 
 
 4 Do more than pardon ; give us joy, 
 
 Sweet fear, and sober liberty, 
 And loving hearts without alloy 
 That only long to be like Thee. 
 
 5 For all we love, the poor, the sad, 
 
 The sinful, unto Thee we call; 
 O let Thy mercy make us glad ; 
 Thou art our Jesus, and our All. 
 
 Rev. Frederick William Faber. (1814 — 1863.) 1849. ab. 
 * ** J * Evening Song for the Lord's Day. L. M, 
 
 i Millions within Thy courts have met, 
 Millions this day before Thee bowed ; 
 Their faces Zion-ward were set, 
 
 Vows with their lips to Thee they vowed. 
 
 2 Soon as the light of morning broke 
 O'er island, continent, or deep, 
 
 Thy far-spread family awoke, 
 
 Sabbath all round the world to keep. 
 
 3 And not a prayer, a tear, a sigh, 
 
 Hath failed this day some suit to gain ; 
 To those in trouble Thou wert nigh : 
 Not orie hath sought Thy face in vain. 
 
 4 Yet one prayer more, and be it one, 
 
 In which both heaven and earth accord: 
 Fulfil Thy promise to Thy Son ; 
 Let all that breathe call Jesus Lord. 
 
 James Montgomery. (1771 — 1854.) 1833. ab. and si. alt. 
 
272 
 
 DEDICATING PLACES OF WORSHIP. 
 
 Laying a Corner-stone. 
 2 Chron. vi. iS. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 1032 
 
 1 THIS stone to Thee in faith we lay, 
 
 We build the temple, Lord, to Thee ; 
 Thine eye be open night and day 
 To guard this house and sanctuary. 
 
 2 Here, when Thy people seek Thy face, 
 
 And dying sinners pray to live, 
 Hear Thou in heaven, Thy dwelling-place, 
 And when Thou hearest, O forgive. 
 
 3 Here, when Thy messengers proclaim 
 
 The blessed gospel of Thy Son, 
 Still by the power of His great name 
 Be mighty signs and wonders done. 
 
 4 Hosanna! to their heavenly King, 
 
 When children's voices raise that song, 
 Hosanna ! let their angels sing, 
 'And heaven with earth thestrain prolong. 
 
 5 But will, indeed, Jehovah deign 
 
 Here to abide, no transient guest? 
 Here will the world's Redeemer reign ? 
 And here the Holy Spirit rest ? 
 
 6 That glory never hence depart ; 
 
 Yet choose not, Lord, this house alone : 
 Thy kingdom come to every heart, 
 In every bosom fix Thy throne. 
 
 James Montgomery. (1771 — 1854.) 1825. 
 I®33 Thankfulness for the House. L. M. 
 
 i SiXG to the Lord with heart and voice, 
 Ye children of His sovereign choice ; 
 The work achieved, the temple raised, 
 Now be our God devoutly praised. 
 
 2 For all the treasure freely brought, 
 For all the toil in gladness wrought, 
 For warmth of zeal, and purpose strong, 
 Wake we to-day the thankful song. 
 
 3 Lord of the temple, once disowned, 
 But now in worlds of light enthroned ; 
 Thy glory let Thy servants see, 
 Who dedicate this house to Thee. 
 
 4 Be Thy dear name, like ointment, shed 
 O'er every soul, on every head ; 
 
 Make glorious, O our Saviour King, 
 The place where thus Thy chosen sing. 
 
 5 More grand the temple, and the strain 
 More sweet, when we Thy heaven shall gain, 
 
 And bid, for realms where angels dwell, 
 Thy courts on earth a glad farewell. 
 
 Joseph Tritton. 1861. 
 1034 God' s Tanj>le. L. M. 
 
 1 The perfect world, by Adam trod, 
 Was the first temple, built by God ; 
 His fiat laid the corner-stone, 
 
 And heaved its pillars one by one. 
 
 2 He hung its starry roof on high, 
 The broad, illimitable sky ; 
 
 He spread its pavement, green and bright, 
 And curtained it with morning light. 
 
 3 The mountains in their places stood, 
 The sea, the sky, and "all was good;" 
 And when its first pure praises rang, 
 The " morning stars together sang." 
 
 4 Lord, 'tis not ours to make the sea, 
 And earth, and sky, a house for Thee ; 
 But in Thy sight our offering stands, 
 
 A humbler temple, "made with hands." 
 
 Nathaniel Parker Willis. (1807— 1867.) 1826. ab. 
 ^"JJ On opening a Place for Worship. 7- 
 
 1 Lord of hosts, to Thee we raise 
 Here a house of prayer and praise : 
 Thou Thy people's hearts prepare 
 Here to meet for praise and prayer. 
 
 2 Let the living here be fed 
 
 With Thy word, the heavenly bread; 
 Here in hope of glory blest, 
 May the dead be laid to rest. 
 
 3 Here to Thee a temple stand, 
 While the sea shall gird the land ; 
 Here reveal Thy mercy sure, 
 While the sun and moon endure. 
 
 4 Hallelujah ! earth and sky 
 To the joyful sound reply ; 
 Hallelujah ! hence ascend 
 
 Prayer and praise till time shall end. 
 
 James Montgomery. 1825. 
 
 IO36 
 
 Prayer of Dedication. 
 Ps. exxxii. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 I Arise, O King of grace, arise, 
 And enter to Thy rest: 
 Lo, Thy church waits with longing eyes, 
 Thus to be owned and blest. 
 
DEDICATING PLACES OF WORGHIF. CHRISTIAN W O K K . 
 
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 2 Enter with all Thy glorious train, 
 
 Thy Spiiit and Thy word ; 
 All that the ark did once contain 
 Could no such grace afford. 
 
 3 Here, mighty God, accept our vows, 
 
 Here let Thy praise be spread ; 
 
 Bless the provisions of Thy house, 
 
 And fill Thy poor with bread. 
 
 4 Here let the Son of David reign, 
 
 Let God's Anointed shine, 
 Justice and truth His court maintain, 
 With love and power divine, 
 
 5 Here let Him hold a lasting throne, 
 
 And as His kingdom grows, 
 Fresh honors shall adorn His crown, 
 And shame confound His foes. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 174S.) 1719. 
 I 03 7 God's Blessing invoked. C. M. 
 
 1 O Thou, whose own vast temple stands, 
 
 Built over earth and sea, 
 Accept the walls that human hands 
 Have raised to worship Thee. 
 
 2 Lord, from Thine inmost glory send, 
 
 Within these walls t' abide, 
 The peace that dwelleth without end 
 Serenely by Thy side. 
 
 3 May erring minds, that worship here, 
 
 Be taught the better way ; 
 And they who mourn, and they who fear, 
 Be strengthened as they pray, 
 
 4 May faith grow firm, and love grow warm. 
 
 And pure devotion rise, 
 While round these hallowed walls the storm 
 Of earth-born passion dies. 
 
 William Cullen Bryant. (1794 — ) 1835. 
 
 Ir\f\Q Christ's Beneficence a Pattern/or us. L. M. 
 03 5 Actsx. 38. 
 
 1 When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay, 
 What were His works from day to day, 
 But miracles of power and grace, 
 That spread salvation through our race ? 
 
 2 Teach us, O Lord, to keep in view 
 Thy pattern, and Thy steps pursue ; 
 Let alms bestowed, let kindness done, 
 Be witnessed by each rolling sun. 
 
 3 That man may last, but never lives, 
 Who much receives, but nothing gives, 
 Whom nonccan love, whom nonecan thank, 
 Creation's blot, creation's blank ; 
 
 4 But he who marks from day to day 
 In generous acts his radiant way, 
 Treads the same path the Saviour trod, 
 The path to glory and to God. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Gibbons. (17:0 — 1785.) 17C4. 
 1039 The useful L i/e. L . M . 
 
 1 Go, labor on ; spend and be spent, 
 
 Thy joy to do the Father's will : 
 It is the way the Master went ; 
 
 Should not the servant tread it still ? 
 
 2 Go, labor on ; 'tis not for naught ; 
 
 Thine earthly loss is heavenly gain : 
 
 Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee not; 
 
 The Master praises, — what are men ? 
 
 3 Go, labor on; enough, while here, 
 
 If He shall praise thee, if He deign 
 Thy willing heart to mark and cheer: 
 No toil for Him shall be in vain. 
 
 4 Toil on, and in thy toil rejoice; 
 
 For toil comes rest, for exile home ; 
 Soon shalt thou hear the Bridegroom's voice, 
 The midnight peal: "Behold, I come!" 
 
 Rev. Horatius Bonar. (1S08 — ) 1857. ab. 
 
 The Christian Graces. 
 1 Cor. xiii. 13. 
 
 D. M. 
 
 T040 
 
 i FAITH, hope, and charitv, these three, 
 Yet is the greatest charity : 
 Father of lights, these gifts impart 
 To mine and every human heart. 
 
 2 Faith, that in prayer can never fail; 
 Hope, that o'er doubting must prevail; 
 And charity, whose name above 
 
 Is God's own name, for "God is love." 
 
 3 The morning star is lost in light, 
 Faith vanishes at perfect sight, 
 The rainbow passes with the storm, 
 And hope with sorrow's fading form ; 
 
 4 But charity, serene, sublime, 
 Beyond the range of death and time, 
 Like the blue sky's all-'bounding space. 
 Holds heaven and earth in its embrace. 
 
 James Montgomery. 185^- 
 
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 CHRISTIAN WORK. 
 
 1 04 1 Charity. L. M. 
 
 1 One cup of healing oil and wine, 
 One offering laid on mercy's shrine, 
 
 Is thrice more grateful, Lord, to Thee, 
 Than lifted eye or bended knee. 
 
 2 In true and inward faith we trace 
 The source of every outward grace ; 
 Within the pious heart it plays, 
 
 A living fount of joy and praise. 
 
 3 Kind deeds of peace and love betray 
 Where'er the stream has found its way ; 
 But, where these spring not rich and fair, 
 The stream has never wandered there. 
 
 Rev. William Hamilton Drummond. (1772 — 1856.) 1818. ab. 
 
 1042 Charitable Collections. L. M. 
 
 1 O LORD of heaven, and earth, and sea, 
 To Thee all praise and glory be ; 
 How shall we show our love to Thee, 
 
 Who givest all? 
 
 2 Thou didst not spare Thine only Son, 
 But gav'st Him for a world undone, 
 And freely with that Blessed One 
 
 Thou givest all. 
 
 3 Thou giv'st the Spirit's blessed dower, 
 Spirit of life, and love, and power, 
 And dost His sevenfold graces shower 
 
 Upon us all. 
 
 4 For souls redeemed, for sins forgiven, 
 For means of grace and hopes of heaven, 
 What can to Thee, O Lord, be given, 
 
 Who givest all ? 
 
 Bp. Christopher Wordsworth (1807 — ) 1S63. ab. and alt. 
 
 I.-. . ^ Care of the Poor. L. M. 
 
 O43 p s . xli. 
 
 1 Blest is the man whose spirit shares 
 A suffering brother's wants and cares : 
 The Lord will visit him in grief, 
 And bring his trials sweet relief. 
 
 2 The sinner's Friend delights to see 
 His people kind and good as He ; 
 And bids them each with each unite 
 To make their common burden light. 
 
 3 That burden well the Saviour knows ; 
 He bore on earth our sins and woes ; 
 By friends betrayed, by foes assailed, 
 Yet love divine o'er all prevailed. 
 
 4 That love, O Lord, still let us share, 
 Still lead us on through foe and snare, 
 Till we Thy face unclouded see, 
 And lose ourselves and earth in Thee. 
 
 Rev. Henry Francis Lyte. {1793 — 1847.) 1S34. 
 1 044 Liberality. L. M. 
 
 1 O what stupendous mercy shines 
 
 Around the Majesty of heaven: 
 Rebels He deigns to call His sons, 
 
 Their souls renewed, their sins forgiven 
 
 2 Go, imitate the grace divine, 
 
 The grace that blazes like a sun ; 
 Hold forth your fair though feeble light ; 
 Through all your lives let mercy run. 
 
 3 Upon your bounty's willing wings 
 
 Swift fly your gifts and charity ; 
 The hungry feed, the naked clothe, 
 To pain and sickness health apply. 
 
 4 Pity the weeping widow's woe, 
 
 And be her counsellor and stay ; 
 Adopt the fatherless, and smooth 
 To useful, happy life, his way. 
 
 5 When all is done, renounce your deeds, 
 
 Renounce self-righteousness with scorn ; 
 Thus will you glorify your God, 
 
 And thus the Christian name adorn. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Gibbons. (1720—1785.) 1784. ab. and alt 
 
 }'e have done it unto Mi." 
 Matt. xxv. 40. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 1045 
 
 1 JESUS, my Lord, how rich Thy grace, 
 Thy bounties how complete : 
 
 How shall I count the matchless sum, 
 How pay the mighty.debt. 
 
 2 High on a throne of radiant light 
 
 Dost Thou exalted shine ; 
 What can my poverty bestow, 
 When all the worlds are Thine ? 
 
 3 But Thou hast brethren here below, 
 
 The partners of Thy grace, 
 And wilt confess their humble names 
 Before Thy Father's face. 
 
 4 In them Thou mayest be clothed and fod, 
 
 And visited and cheered; 
 And in their accents of distress 
 My Saviour's voice is heard. 
 
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 5 Thy face, with reverence and with love, 
 I in Thy poor would see ; 
 O rather let me beg my bread 
 Than hold it back from Thee. 
 
 Rev. Philip Doddridge. (1702— 1751.) 1755. 
 
 : TIu Poo?- always ivith yon. ' 
 Matt. xxvi. 11. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 1046 
 
 1 Lord, lead the way the Saviour went, 
 
 By lane and cell obscure, 
 And let our treasures still be spent, 
 Like His, upon the poor. 
 
 2 Like Him, through scenes of deep distress, 
 
 Who bore the world's sad weight, 
 We, in their crowded loneliness, 
 Would seek the desolate. 
 
 3 For Thou hast placed us side by side 
 
 In this wide world of ill; 
 And that Thy followers may be tried, 
 The poor are with us still. 
 
 4 Mean are all offerings we can make ; 
 
 But Thou hast taught us, Lord, 
 If given for the Saviour's sake, 
 They lose not their reward. 
 
 Rev. William Croswell. (1804 — 1851.) 1831. 
 1047 Following Christ. CM. 
 
 1 O Thou, great Teacher from the skies, 
 
 Who lived and died for men; 
 Teach us with Thee to sympathize, 
 And be as Thou wast then. 
 
 2 It was the glory of Thy heart, 
 
 Whate'er Thou hadst to give ; 
 For otheis' sufferings to impart, 
 For others' good to live. 
 
 3 Be Thou in us a living soul ; 
 
 Be Thou our spirit's power; 
 Its secret thought, its life's control, 
 To guide it every hour. 
 
 4 We need like Thee a spirit true, 
 
 A just and generous mind, 
 
 Which seeks, in all it has to do, 
 
 The good of all mankind. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Cogswell Upham. (1799 — 1872.) 1872. 
 
 I A . Q "A Treasure in the Heaziens." C M. 
 
 O4O Luke xiL 33. 
 
 i The seeds, which piety and love 
 Have scattered here below, 
 Ir. the fair fertile fields above 
 To ample harvests grow. 
 
 2 The mite my willing hands can give 
 At Jesus' feet I lay ; 
 Grace shall the humble gift receive, 
 And heaven at large repay. 
 
 Rev. Philip Doddridge. 1755- ab. 
 
 Losing one another. 
 1 John iv. 11. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 1049 
 
 i How shall we show our love to Thee, 
 Thou living God most high, 
 But loving this Thy family, 
 
 For which Thou deign 'dst to die? 
 
 2 If Thou for me such love didst bear, 
 
 Shall I not love again? 
 For all are objects of Thy care ; 
 Thy love doth all sustain. 
 
 3 If we have love for Thee in heaven, 
 
 'Tis seen by love on earth ; 
 Love only, love which God hath given, 
 Doth prove our heavenly birth. 
 
 4 Love is of life the only sign, 
 
 Love is our vital breath ; 
 Love only shows the child divine, 
 Love only conquers death. 
 
 5 Whate'er we do, where'er we go, 
 
 Let love our sonship prove : 
 Our lives the fire celestial show, 
 Our thoughts and words be love. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Williams. (1802—1865.) 1842. ab. and alt. 
 1050 Waiting for Light. CM. 
 
 1 O very God of very God, 
 
 And very Light of Light, 
 Whose feet this earth's dark valley trod, 
 That so it might be bright ; 
 
 2 Our hopes are weak, our fears are strong 
 
 Thick darkness blinds our eyes; 
 Cold is the night, and O we long 
 That Thou, our Sun, wouldst rise. 
 
 3 And even now, though dull and grey, 
 
 The east is brightening fast, 
 And kfndling to the perfect day, 
 That never shall be past. 
 
 4 O guide us till our path is done, 
 
 And we have reached the shore 
 Where Thou, our everlasting Sun, 
 Art shining evermore. 
 
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 CHRISTIAN WORK, 
 
 5 We wait in faith, and turn our face 
 To where the daylight springs, 
 Till Thou shalt come our gloom to chase, 
 With healing on Thy wings. 
 
 Rev. John Mason Neale. (1818 — 1866.) 1854. ab. 
 I 05 I Tlte winning Side. C. M. 
 
 1 Workman of God, O lose not heart, 
 
 But learn what God is like ; 
 And in the darkest battle-field 
 Thou shalt know where to strike. 
 
 2 Thrice blest is he to whom is given 
 
 The instinct that can tell 
 That God is on the field, when He 
 Is most invisible. 
 
 3 Blest too is he who can divine, 
 
 Where real right doth lie, 
 And dares to take the side that seems 
 Wrong to man's blindfold eye. 
 
 4 Then learn to scorn the praise of men, 
 
 And learn to lose with God; 
 For Jesus won the world through shame, 
 And beckons thee His road. 
 
 5 For right is right, since God is God; 
 
 And right the day must win; 
 To doubt would be disloyalty, 
 To falter would be sin. 
 
 Rev. Frederick William Faber. (18 14 — 1863.) 1849. ab. 
 
 rn^n il It is more blessed to giz'e than to 8, 7. 81. 
 '•"O receive." Acts xx. 35. 
 
 1 LORD of glory, who hast bought us 
 
 With Thy life-blood as the price, 
 Never grudging from the lost ones 
 
 That tremendous sacrifice, 
 And with that hast freely given 
 
 Blessings countless as the sand, 
 To th' unthankful and the evil, 
 
 With Thine own unsparing hand; 
 
 2 Wondrous honor hast Thou given 
 
 To our humblest charity ; 
 In Thine own mysterious sentence, 
 
 " Ye have done it unto Me." 
 Can it be, O gracious Master, 
 
 Thou dost deign for alms to sue, 
 Saying, by Thy poor and needy, 
 
 "Give, as I have given to you?" 
 
 3 Yes : the sorrow and the suffering, 
 
 Which on every hand we see, 
 
 Channels are for tithes and offerings, 
 Due by solemn right to Thee; 
 
 Right of which we may not rob Thee; 
 Debt we may not choose but pay, 
 
 Lest that Face of love and pity 
 Turn from us another day. 
 
 4 Lord of glory, who hast bought us 
 
 With Thy life-blood as the price, 
 Never grudging for the lost ones 
 
 That tremendous sacrifice, 
 Give us faith, to trust Thee boldly, 
 
 Hope to stay our souls on Thee ; 
 But, O best of all Thy graces, 
 
 Give us Thine own charity. 
 
 Mrs. Alderson. 186S. ab. 
 
 IC\ r? t Honoring the Lord with our Substance. 8 7» 
 ^DO Prov. iii. 9. ■ 
 
 1 Praise the Saviour, all ye nations, 
 
 Praise Him, all ye hosts above; 
 Shout with joyful acclamations, 
 
 His divine victorious love. 
 Be His kingdom now promoted, 
 
 Let the earth her Monarch know; 
 Be my all to Him devoted, 
 
 To my Lord my all I owe. 
 
 2 With my substance I will honor 
 
 My Redeemer and my Lord ; 
 Were ten thousand worlds my manor, 
 
 All were nothing to His word. 
 While the heralds of salvation, 
 
 His abounding grace proclaim, 
 Let His friends of every station 
 
 Gladly join to spread His fame. 
 
 Rev. Benjamin Francis. (1734 — 1799) 17S7. ab. 
 
 Ir\C A " Cast thy Bread 'upon the Waters." 8 7. 
 U 54 Eccl. xi. 1. ' 
 
 i Cast thy bread upon the waters, 
 Thinking not 'tis thrown away; 
 God Himself saith, thou shalt gather 
 It again some future day. 
 
 2 Cast thy bread upon the waters ; 
 
 Wildly though the billows roll, 
 They but aid thee as thou toilest 
 Truth to spread from pole to pole. 
 
 3 As the seed, by billows floated, 
 
 To some distant island lone, 
 So to human souls benighted, 
 That thou fhngest may be borne. 
 
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 .4 Cast thy bread upon the waters; 
 
 Why wilt thou still doubting stand ? 
 Bounteous shall God send the harvest, 
 If thou sow'st with liberal hand. 
 
 Mrs. J. H. Hanaford. 1852. ab. and alt 
 
 I 055 Nothing our own. S. M. 
 
 1 We give Thee but Thine own, 
 
 Whate'er the gift may be : 
 All that we have is Thine alone, 
 A trust, O Lord, from Thee. 
 
 2 May we Thy bounties thus 
 
 As stewards true receive, 
 And gladly, as Thou blessest us, 
 To Thee our first-fruits give. 
 
 3 O, hearts are bruised and dead, 
 
 And homes are bare and cold, 
 And lambs, for whom the Shepherd bled. 
 Are straying from the fold. 
 
 4 To comfort and to bless, 
 
 To find a balm for woe, 
 To tend the lone and fatherless, 
 Is angels' work below. 
 
 5 The captive to release, 
 
 To God the lost to bring, 
 To teach the way of life and peace, 
 It is a Christ-like thing. 
 
 6 And we believe Thy word, 
 
 Though dim our faith may be ; 
 Whate'er for Thine we do, O Lord, 
 We do it unto Thee. 
 
 Rev. William Walsham How. (1S23— ) 1854. 
 
 4 Lord, may it be our choice 
 
 This blessed rule to keep, 
 "Rejoice with them that do rejoice, 
 And weep with them that weep." 
 
 5 God of the widow, hear; 
 
 Our work of mercy bless , 
 God of the fatherless, be near, 
 A.nd grant us good success. 
 
 Rev. Sir Henry Williams Baker. (1821—) 1861. 
 IO57 Obedience. S. M. 
 
 1 Happy the man, who knows 
 
 His Master to obey ; 
 Whose life of care and labor flows, 
 Where God points out the way. 
 
 2 He riseth to his task, 
 
 Soon as the word is given ; 
 Nor waits, nor doth a question ask, 
 When orders come from heaven. 
 
 3 Nothing he calls his own ; 
 
 Nothing he hath to say; 
 His feet are shod for God alone, 
 And God alone obey. 
 
 4 Give us, O God, this mind, 
 
 Which waits for Thy command, 
 And doth its highest pleasure find 
 In Thy great work to stand. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Cogswell Upham. (1799 — 1872.) 1872. 
 
 God entreated for Zio?i. 
 Is. lxii. 6, 7. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 *' Bear ye one another's Burdens." 
 Gal. vi. 2. 
 
 S. M. 
 
 1056 
 
 1 O PRAISE our God to-day, 
 
 His constant mercy bless, 
 Whose love hath helped us on our way. 
 And granted us success. 
 
 2 His arm the strength imparts 
 
 Our daily toil to bear; 
 His grace alone inspires our hearts, 
 Each other's load to share. 
 
 3 O happiest work below, 
 
 Earnest of joy above, 
 To sweeten many a cup of woe / 
 By deeds of holy love ! 
 
 1058 
 
 1 Indulgent Sovereign of the skies, 
 
 And wilt Thou bow Thy gracious ear? 
 While feeble mortals raise their cries, 
 Wilt Thou, the great Jehovah, heir? 
 
 2 How shall Thy servants give Thee rest, 
 
 Till Zion's mouldering walls Thou raise ? 
 Till Thine own power shall stand confest, 
 And make Jerusalem a praise? 
 
 Look down, O God, with pitying eye, 
 And view the desolation round ; 
 
 See what wide realms in darkness lie, 
 And cast their idols to the ground. 
 
 Loud let the gospel trumpet blow, 
 And call the nations from afar ; 
 
 Let all the isles their Saviour know, 
 And earth's remotest ends draw near. 
 
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 THY KINGDOM COME. 
 
 5 On all our souls let grace descend, 
 
 Like heavenly dew, in copious showers ; 
 That we may call our God our Friend, 
 That we may hail salvation ours. 
 
 Rev. Philip Doddridge. (1702 — 1751.) 1755. ab. 
 
 Israel in Captivity. 
 Ps. exxxvii. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 1059 
 
 1 When we, our wearied limbs to rest, 
 
 Sat down by proud Euphrates' stream, 
 We wept, with doleful thoughts opprest, 
 And Zion was our mournful theme. 
 
 2 Our harps that, when with joy we sung, 
 
 Were wont their tuneful parts to bear, 
 With silent strings neglected hung 
 On wilfow trees that withered there. 
 
 3 How shall we tune our voice to sing, 
 
 Or touch our harps with skillful hands ? 
 Shall hymns of joy, to God our King, 
 Be sung by slaves in foreign lands ? 
 
 4 O Salem, our once happy seat, 
 
 When I of thee forgetful prove, 
 Let then my trembling heart forget 
 The tuneful strings with art to move. 
 
 5 If I to mention thee forbear, 
 
 Eternal silence seize my tongue ; 
 Or if I sing one cheerful air, 
 Till thy deliverance is my song. 
 
 Tate and Brady. 1696. ab. 
 
 Ir\fif\" For God is able to graff them in again."]*.. M. 
 WU Rom xi , 23 . 
 
 1 O why should Israel's sons, once blest, 
 
 Still roam the scorning world around, 
 Disowned by heaven, by man opprest, 
 Outcasts from Zion's hallowed ground ? 
 
 2 Lord, visit Thy forsaken race ; 
 
 Back to Thy fold the wanderers bring ; 
 Teach them to seek Thy slighted grace; 
 To hail in Christ their promised King. 
 
 3 The veil of darkness rend in twain, 
 
 Whichhides their Shiloh's glorious light; 
 The severed olive-branch again 
 Firm to its parent stock unite. 
 
 4 Haste, glorious day, expected long, 
 
 When Jew and G reek one pray'r shall pour, 
 With eager feet one temple throng, 
 One God with grateful heart adore. 
 
 Rev. James Joyce, (17S1 — 1850.) 1S09. ab. ar.d alt. 
 
 TfvfiT Grief for the Sins of Men. L. M. 
 
 1UU1 Ps cxix , 36j , s8 
 
 i Arise, my tenderest thoughts, arise, 
 To torrents melt my streaming eyes ; 
 And thou, my heart, with anguish feel 
 Those evils which thou canst not heal. 
 
 2 See human nature sunk in shame ; 
 See scandals poured on Jesus' name ; 
 The Father wounded through the Son; 
 The world abused, the soul undone. 
 
 3 See the short course of vain delight 
 Closing in everlasting night: 
 
 In flames that no abatement know, 
 Though briny tears for ever flow. 
 
 4 My God, I feel the mournful scene ; 
 My bowels yearn o'er dying men: 
 And fain my pity would reclaim, 
 
 And snatch the firebrands from the flame. 
 
 5 But feeble my compassion proves, 
 And can but weep where most it loves ; 
 Thy own all-saving arm employ, 
 
 And turn these drops of grief to joy. 
 
 Rev. Philip Doddridge. 1755. 
 
 Ir\f\'-y The Vision of dry Bones L. M. 
 
 vUZ Ezek. xxx vii. 3. 
 
 1 LOOK down, O Lord, with pitying eye: 
 See Adam's race in ruin lie ; 
 
 Sin spreads its trophies o'er the ground, 
 And scatters slaughtered heaps around. 
 
 2 And can these mouldering corpses live ? 
 And can these perished bones revive ? 
 That, mighty God, to Thee is known ; 
 That wondrous work is all Thine own. 
 
 3 Thy ministers are sent in vain 
 To prophesy upon the slain ; 
 
 In vain they call, in vain they cry, 
 Till Thine almighty aid is nigh. 
 
 4 But if Thy Spirit deign to breathe, 
 
 Life spreads through all the realms of death; 
 Dry bones obey Thy powerful voice ; 
 They move, they waken, they rejoice. 
 
 5 So when Thy trumpet's awful sound 
 Shall shake the hcav'nsand rend the ground. 
 Dead saints shall from their tombs arise, 
 And spring to life beyond the skies. 
 
 Rev. Philip Doddridge. 1735. 
 
 
THY KINGDOM COME. 
 
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 IO63 
 
 Hoping for a Revival. L. M. 
 
 i While I to grief my soul gave way, 
 To see the work of God decline, 
 Methought I heard the Saviour say, 
 " Dismiss thy fears, the ark is Mine. 
 
 2 Though for a time I hide My face, 
 
 Rely upon My love and power; 
 Still wrestle at a throne of grace, 
 And wait for a reviving hour. 
 
 3 Take down the long-neglected harp, 
 
 I've seen thy tears and heard thy prayer : 
 The winter season has been sharp, 
 But spring shall all its wastes repair." 
 
 4 Lord, I obey ; my hopes revive ; 
 
 Come, join with me, ye saints, and sing : 
 Our foes in vain against us strive, 
 
 For God will help and triumph bring. 
 
 Rev. John Newton. (1725 — 1807.) 1779. ab. and si. alt 
 IOO4 Prayer for Home Missions. L. M. 
 
 1 LOOK from Thy sphere of endless day, 
 
 O God of mercy and of might; 
 In pity look on those who stray, 
 Benighted, in this land of light. 
 
 2 In peopled vale, in lonely glen, 
 
 In crowded mart, by stream or sea, 
 How many of the sons of men 
 
 Hear not the message sent from Thee. 
 
 3 Send forth Thy heralds, Lord, to call 
 
 The thoughtless young, the hardened old, 
 A scattered, homeless flock, till all 
 Be gathered to Thy peaceful fold. 
 
 4 Send them Thy mighty word to speak, 
 
 Till faith shall dawn, and doubt depart, 
 To awe the bold, to stay the weak, 
 And bind and heal the broken heart. 
 
 5 Then all these wastes, a dreary scene, 
 
 That make us sadden as we gaze, 
 Shall grow with living waters green, 
 And lift to heaven the voice of praise. 
 
 William Cullen Bryant (1794 — ) 1840. 
 ■'■'-"-' J Z ion rejoicing. L. M. 
 
 I Why, on the bending willows hung, 
 Israel, still sleeps thy tuneful string? 
 Still mute remains thy sullen tongue, 
 And Zion's ccp" declines to sin?? 
 
 2 Awake, thy sweetest raptures raise ; 
 
 Let heart and voice unite their strains 
 Thy promised King His sceptre sways ; 
 And Jesus, Thy Messiah, reigns. 
 
 3 Xo taunting foes the song require ; 
 
 No stranger mocks thy captive chain ; 
 But friends invite the silent lyre, 
 And brethren ask the holy strain. 
 
 4 Nor fear thy Salem's hill to wrong, 
 
 If other lands thy triumph share: 
 A heavenly city claims thy song, 
 A brighter Salem rises there. 
 
 5 By foreign streams no longer roam, 
 
 Nor, weeping, think of Jordan's flood ; 
 In every clime behold a home, 
 In every temple see thy God. 
 
 Rev. James Joyce. (1781— ,1850.) 1809. 
 
 The Church in the Desert. 
 Ps. lxxx. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 1066 
 
 i Great Shepherd of Thine Israel, 
 Who didst between the cherubs dwell, 
 And lead the tribes, Thy chosen sheep, 
 Safe through the desert and the deep ; 
 
 2 Thy Church is in the desert now : 
 Shine from on high, and guide us through ; 
 Turn us to Thee, Thy love restore ; 
 
 We shall be saved, and sigh no more. 
 
 3 Hast Thou not planted with Thy hand 
 A lovely vine in this our land ? 
 
 Did not Thy power defend it round, 
 And heavenly dew enrich the ground ? 
 
 4 How did the spreading branches shoot, 
 And bless the nations with their fruit ! 
 But now, O Lord, look down and see 
 Thy mourning vine, that lovely tree. 
 
 5 Return, Almighty God, return, 
 
 Nor let Thy bleeding vineyard mourn : 
 Turn us to Thee, Thy love restore ; 
 We shall be saved, and sigh no more. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 174S.) 1719. ab. and alt. 
 
 L. M 
 
 WJ / The Spirit accompanying the Word 0/ Cod. 
 
 O Spirit of the living God, 
 In all Thy plenitude of grace, 
 
 Where'er the foot of man hath trod, 
 Descend on our apostate race. 
 
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 THY KINGDOM COME. 
 
 2 Give tongues of fire, and hearts of love, 
 
 To preach the reconciling word; 
 Give power and unction from above, 
 Whene'er the joyful sound is heard. 
 
 3 Be darkness, at Thy coming, light, 
 
 Confusion, order in Thy path ; 
 Souls without strength inspire with might 
 Bid mercy triumph over wrath. 
 
 4 O Spirit of the Lord, prepare 
 
 All the round earth her God to meet; 
 Breathe Thou abroad like morning air, 
 Till hearts of stone begin to beat. 
 
 5 Baptize the nations; far and nigh 
 
 The triumphs of the cross record; 
 The name of Jesus glorify, 
 
 Till every kindred call Him Lord. 
 
 James Montgomery. (1771 — 1S34.) 1825. ab. 
 IOOO Ziou's favored Hour. L. M. 
 
 i Sovereign of worlds, display Thy power ; 
 Be this Thy Zion's favored hour; 
 O bid the morning star arise ; 
 O point the heathen to the skies. 
 
 2 Set up Thy throne where Satan reigns, 
 In western wilds and eastern plains; 
 Far let the gospel's sound be known ; 
 Make Thou the universe Thine own. 
 
 3 Speak, and the world shall hear Thy voice ; 
 Speak, and the desert shall rejoice : 
 Dispel the gloom of heathen night ; 
 
 Bid every nation hail the light. 
 
 Mrs. Voke. 1816. 
 
 1 A wake, awake." 
 Is. li. 9. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 IO69 
 
 i Arm of the Lord, awake, awake; 
 Put on Thy strength, the nations shake 
 And let the world, adoring, see 
 Triumphs of mercy wrought by Thee. 
 
 2 Say to the heathen from Thy throne, 
 "I am Jehovah- God alone!" 
 
 Thy voice their idols shall confound, 
 And cast their altars to the ground. 
 
 3 No more let human blood be spilt, 
 Vain sacrifice for human guilt ; 
 But to each conscience be applied 
 The blood that flowed from Jesus' side. 
 
 4 Almighty God, Thy grace proclaim 
 In every clime, of every name, 
 Till adverse powers before Thee fall, 
 And crown the Saviour, Lord of all. 
 
 William Shrubsole, Jr. (1759 — 1829.) 1795. ab. 
 LSJjKJ Prayer for speedy Triumph. L. M. 
 
 1 Soon may the last glad song arise 
 Through all the millions of the skies, 
 That song of triumph, which records 
 That all the earth is now the Lord's. 
 
 2 Let thrones, and powers, and kingdoms be 
 Obedient, mighty God, to Thee; 
 
 And over land, and stream, and main, 
 Wave Thou the sceptre of Thy reign. 
 
 3 O that the anthem now might swell, 
 And host to host the triumph tell, 
 That not one rebel heart remains. 
 But over all the Saviour reigns. 
 
 Mrs. Voke. 1816. 
 I Oy I " O Lord our God, arise," S. M. 
 
 1 O Lord our God, arise, 
 
 The cause of truth maintain ; 
 And wide o'er all the peopled world 
 Extend her blessed reign. 
 
 2 Thou Prince of life, arise, 
 
 Nor let Thy glory cease ; 
 Far spread the conquests of Thy grace, 
 And bless the earth with peace. 
 
 3 Thou Holy Ghost, arise, 
 
 Expand Thy quickening wing, 
 And o'er a dark and ruined world 
 Let light and order spring. 
 
 4 All on the earth, arise, 
 
 To God the Saviour sing ; 
 From shore to shore, from earth to heaven, 
 Let echoing anthems ring. 
 
 Rev. Ralph Wardlaw. (1779 — 1853.) i%oz- 
 
 Ii-ki-70 The Majesty cf Christ's Kingdom. S. M. 
 U / * Ps. xlv. 
 
 1 My Saviour and my King, 
 
 Thy beauties are divine ; 
 Thy lips with blessings overflow, 
 And every grace is Thine. 
 
 2 Now make Thy glory known ; 
 Gird on Thy dreadful sword, 
 
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THY KINGDOM COME. 
 
 28l 
 
 And ride in majesty, to spread 
 The conquests of Thy word. 
 
 3 Strike through Thy stubborn foes, 
 
 Or make their hearts obey; 
 While justice, meekness, grace and truth, 
 Attend Thy glorious way. 
 
 4 Thy laws, O God, are right ; 
 
 Thy throne shall ever stand; 
 And Thy victorious gospel prove 
 A sceptre in Thy hand. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1719. ab. and si. alt. 
 
 Tntan Hebrew Missionaries. S. M. 
 
 * '■' / «J Is. lxvi. 19, 20. 
 
 1 Almighty God of love, 
 
 Set up th' attracting sign, 
 And summon whom Thou dost approve 
 For messengers divine. 
 
 2 From Abrah'm's favored seed 
 
 Thy new apostles choose, 
 In isles and continents to spread 
 The dead-reviving news. 
 
 3 We know it must be done, 
 
 For God hath spoke the word; 
 All Israel shall their Saviour own, 
 To their first state restored. 
 
 4 Send, then, Thy servants forth 
 
 To call the Hebrews home; 
 From west and east, and south and north, 
 Let all the wanderers come. 
 
 5 With Israel's myriads sealed, 
 
 Let all the nations meet; 
 And show Thy mystery fulfilled, 
 Thy family complete. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708— 178S.) 1762. ab. 
 1074 Pleading for all Mankhui. S . M . 
 
 1 O GOD of sovereign grace, 
 
 We bow before Thy Throne; 
 And plead, for all the human race, 
 The merits of Thy Son. 
 
 2 Spread through the earth, O Lord, 
 
 The knowledge of Thy ways ; 
 And let all lands with joy record 
 The great Redeemer's praise. 
 
 Melrose. In Nettleton's Village Hymns. 1824. 
 
 I J The Spirit creating all Things neiv. C. M. 
 
 1 SPIRIT of power and might, behold 
 
 A world by sin destroyed ; 
 Creator, Spirit, as of old, 
 Move on the formless void. 
 
 2 Give Thou the word : that healing sound 
 
 Shall quell the deadly strife, 
 And earth again, like Eden crowned, 
 Produce the tree of life. 
 
 3 If sang the morning stars for joy 
 
 When nature, rose to view, 
 What strains will angel-harps employ 
 When Thou shalt all renew ! 
 
 4 And if the sons of God rejoice 
 
 To hear a Saviour's name, 
 How shall the ransomed raise their voice, 
 To whom that Saviour came ! 
 
 5 So every kindred, tongue, and tribe, 
 
 Assembling round the throne, 
 Thy new creation shall ascribe 
 To sovereign love alone. 
 
 James Montgomery. 1825, 1853. 
 
 The Gospel for all Nations. 
 Mark xiii. 10. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 1076 
 
 1 Great God, the nations of the earth 
 
 Are by creation Thine ; 
 And in Thy works, by all beheld, 
 Thy radiant glories shine. 
 
 2 But, Lord, Thy greater love has sent 
 Thy gospel to mankind, 
 
 Unveiling what rich stores of grace 
 Are treasured in Thy mind. 
 
 3 Lord, when shall these glad tidings spread 
 
 The spacious earth around, 
 
 Till every tribe, and every soul, 
 
 Shall hear the joyful sound ? 
 
 4 Smile, Lord, on each divine attempt 
 
 To spread the gospel's rays, 
 And build on sin's demolished throne 
 The temples of Thy praise. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Gibbons. (1720 — 1785 ) 1769. ab. and alt. 
 1077 W atching for tlu Morning. CM. 
 
 l LiGHT.of the lonely pilgrim's heart, 
 Star of the coming day, 
 Arise, and, with Thy morning beams, 
 Ghase all our griefs away. 
 
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 THY KINGDOM COME. 
 
 2 Come, blessed Lord, bid every shore 
 
 And answering island sing 
 The praises of Thy royal name, 
 And own Thee as their King. 
 
 3 Bid the whole earth, responsive now 
 
 To the bright world above, 
 Break forth in rapturous strains of joy 
 In memory of Thy love. 
 
 4 Lord, Lord, Thy fair creation groans, 
 
 The air, the earth, the sea, 
 In unison with all our hearts, 
 And calls aloud for Thee. 
 
 5 Thine was the cross, with all its fruits 
 
 Of grace and peace divine : 
 Be Thine the crown of glory now, 
 The palm of victory Thine. 
 
 Sir Edward Denny. (1796 — ) 1839. ab. 
 
 IahQ "So shall He sprinkle many Nations." 8, 7. 
 yj/o i s . hi. I5 . 
 
 1 Saviour, sprinkle many nations, 
 
 Fruitful let Thy sorrows be; 
 By Thy pains and consolations, 
 
 Draw the Gentiles unto Thee : 
 Of Thy Cross the wondrous story, 
 
 Be it to the nations told; 
 Let them see Thee in Thy glory, 
 
 And Thy mercy manifold. 
 
 2 Far and wide, though all unknowing, 
 
 Pants for Thee each mortal breast ; 
 Human tears for Thee are flowing, 
 
 Human hearts in Thee would rest, 
 Thirsting, as for dews of even, 
 
 As the new-mown grass for rain ; 
 Thee, they seek, as God of heaven, 
 
 Thee as Man for sinners slain. 
 
 3 Saviour, lo, the isles are waiting, 
 
 Stretch'd the hand, and strained the sight, 
 For Thy Spirit, new creating 
 
 Love's pure flame and wisdom's light; 
 Give the word, and of the preacher 
 
 Speed the foot, and touch the tongue, 
 Till on earth by every creature 
 
 Glory to the Lamb be sung 
 
 Bp, Arthur Cleveland Coxe. (1818 — ) 1851. 
 
 I,-.!-..-. The Lord makes ban His Arm. 8.7. 
 
 079 Is- I'i- 10. 
 
 1 Yes, we trust the day is breaking, 
 
 Joyful times are near at hand, 
 God, the mighty God, is speaking 
 By His word, in every land. 
 
 Mark His progress, 
 Darkness flies at His command. 
 
 2 While the foe becomes more daring, 
 
 While he "enters like a flood," 
 God the Saviour is preparing 
 
 Means to spread His truth abroad; 
 
 Every language 
 Soon shall tell the love of God. 
 
 3 God of Jacob, high and glorious, 
 
 Let Thy people see Thy hand ; 
 Let the gospel be victorious, 
 
 Through the world in every land; 
 
 Let the idols 
 Perish, Lord, at Thy command. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Kelly. (1769 — 1055.) 1B09. a ^- 
 
 Ir\Or\ "A Light to lighten the Gentiles." 
 OoO Ll £ e ii, 32 
 
 8, 
 
 1 O'er the realms of pagan darkness 
 
 Let the eye of pity gaze ; 
 See the thronging, wandering nations, 
 Lost in sin's bewildering maze : 
 
 Darkness brooding 
 On the face of all the earth. 
 
 2 Light of them that sit in darkness, 
 
 Rise and shine, Thy blessings bring: 
 Light to lighten all the Gentiles, 
 Rise with healing in Thy wing ; 
 
 To Thy brightness 
 Let all kings and nations come. 
 
 3 May the millions now adoring 
 
 Idol-gods of wood and stone, 
 Come, and worshipping before Him, 
 Serve the living God alone : 
 
 Let Thy glory- 
 Fill the earth, as floods the sea. 
 
 4 Thou to whom all power is given, 
 Speak the word; at Thy command 
 
 Let the heralds of Thy mercy 
 
 Spread Thy name from land to land ; 
 
 Lord, be with them, 
 Always, to the end of time. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Cotterill. (1779 — iSsj ) 1S19. alt 
 
 
THY KINGDOM COME. 
 
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 Light in the Darkness. 
 Mstt. iv. ib. 
 
 8, 7. 4- 
 
 1081 
 
 O'ER the gloomy hills of darkness, 
 Look, my soul, be still and gaze; 
 All the promises do travail 
 With a glorious day of grace. 
 
 Blessed jubilee, 
 Let thy glorious morning dawn. 
 
 2 Kingdoms wide that sit in darkness, 
 
 Grant them, Lord, Thy glorious light, 
 And from eastern coast to western 
 May the morning chase the night ; 
 
 And redemption, 
 Freely purchased, win the day. 
 
 3 Fly abroad, eternal Gospel, 
 
 Win and conquer, never cease : 
 May thy lasting wide dominions 
 Multiply, and still increase ; 
 
 May thy sceptre 
 Sway the enlightened world around. 
 
 Rev. William Williams. (1717 — 1791.) 1772. ab. and alt. 
 
 1 Oo2 The Heathen catl us. 8, 7, 4. 
 
 i Souls in heathen darkness lying, 
 
 Where no light has broken through, 
 Souls that Jesus bought by dying, 
 Whom His soul in travail knew : 
 
 Thousand voices 
 Call us, o'er the waters blue. 
 
 2 Christians, hearken : none has taught them 
 
 Of His love so deep and dear ; 
 Of the precious price that bought them; 
 Of the nail, the thorn, the spear ; 
 
 Ye who know Him, 
 Guide them from their darkness drear. 
 
 3 Haste, O haste, and spread the tidings 
 
 Wide to earth's remotest strand ; 
 Let no brother's bitter chidings 
 Rise against us when we stand 
 
 In the judgment, 
 From some far, forgotten land. 
 
 4 Lo, the hills for harvest whiten, 
 
 All along each distant shore ; 
 
 Seaward far the islands brighten ; 
 
 Light of nations, lead us o'er; 
 
 When we seek them, 
 Let Thy Spirit go before. 
 
 Mrs. Cecil Frances Alexander. 1S50. alt 
 
 " Cry alouJ, spare not." 
 Is. Iviii. 1. 
 
 8, 7, 4- 
 
 IO83 
 
 1 Men of God, go take your stations, 
 
 Darkness reigns throughout the earth ; 
 Go, proclaim among the nations 
 Joyful news cf heavenly birth : 
 
 Bear the tidings 
 Of the Saviour's matchless worth. 
 
 2 Of His gospel not ashamed, 
 
 As the power of God to save, 
 
 Go where Christ was never named, 
 
 Publish freedom to the slave : 
 
 Blessed freedom, 
 Freedom Zion's children have. 
 
 3 When exposed to fearful dangers, 
 
 Jesus will His own defend : 
 Borne afar 'mid foes and strangers, 
 Jesus will appeal - your Friend ; 
 
 And His presence 
 Shall be with you to the end. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Kelly. 1806. ab. 
 
 1084 
 
 Call to missionary IVork. 
 Is. Iviii. 1. 
 
 6, 4. 
 
 i Sound, sound the truth abroad, 
 Bear ye the word of God 
 
 Through the wide world: 
 Tell what our Lord has done, 
 Tell how the day is won, 
 And from the lofty throne 
 
 Satan is hurled. 
 
 2 Far over sea and land, 
 
 'Tis our Lord's own command, 
 
 Bear ye His name ; 
 Bear it to every shore, 
 Regions unknown explore, 
 Enter at every door; 
 
 Silence is shame. 
 
 3 Speed on the wings of love, 
 Jesus, who reigns above, 
 
 Bids us to fly; 
 They who His message bear 
 Should neither doubt nor fear, 
 He will their Friend appear, 
 
 He will be nigh. 
 
 4 When on the mighty deep, 
 He will their spirits keep, 
 
 Stayed on His word; 
 
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 THY KINGDOM COME. 
 
 When in a foreign land, 
 No other friend at hand, 
 Jesus will by them stand, 
 Jesus, their Lord. 
 
 5 Ye who, forsaking all 
 At your loved Master's call, 
 
 Comforts resign ; 
 Soon will your work be done; 
 Soon will the prize be won ; 
 Brighter than yonder sun 
 
 Then shall ye shine. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Kelly. (1769 — 1855.) 1820. 
 
 1085 
 
 6, 4. 
 
 " Speed on Thy Word." 
 
 1 LORD of all power and might, 
 Father of love and light, 
 
 Speed on Thy word : 
 O let the gospel sound 
 All the wide world around, 
 Wherever man is found : 
 
 God speed His word. 
 
 2 Hail, blessed Jubilee: 
 Thine, Lord, the glory be; 
 
 Forevermore ! 
 Thine was the mighty plan, 
 From Thee the work began ; 
 Away with praise of man, 
 
 Glory to God ! 
 
 3 Lo, what embattled foes, 
 Stern in their hate, oppose 
 
 God's holy word : 
 One for His truth we stand, 
 Strong in His own right hand, 
 Firm as a martyr-band : 
 
 God shield His word. 
 
 4 Onward shall be our course, 
 Despite of fraud or force; 
 
 God is before : 
 His word ere long shall rui) 
 Free as the noon-day sun ; 
 His purpose must be done : 
 
 God bless His word. 
 
 Rev. Hugh Stowell. (1799—1865.) 1854. si. alt. 
 
 I O86 •> Christ for the World." 
 
 i Christ for the world we sing; 
 The world to Christ we bring, 
 With loving zeal ; 
 
 6,4. 
 
 The poor, and them that mourn, 
 The faint and overborne, 
 Sin-sick and sorrow-worn, 
 Whom Christ doth heal. 
 
 2 Christ for the world we sing; 
 The world to Christ we bring, 
 
 With fervent prayer : 
 The wayward and the lost, 
 By restless passion tossed, 
 Redeemed, at countless cost, 
 
 From dark despair. 
 
 3 Christ for the world we sing ; 
 The world to Christ we bring, 
 
 With one accord ; 
 With us the work to share, 
 With us reproach to dare, 
 With us the cross to bear, 
 
 For Christ our Lord. 
 
 4 Christ for the world we sing; 
 The world to Christ we bring, 
 
 With joyful song ; 
 The new-born souls, whose days, 
 Reclaimed from error's ways, 
 Inspired with hope and praise, 
 
 To Christ belong. 
 
 Rev. Samuel Wolcott (1813 — ) 1869. 
 
 The Kingdom of Christ. 
 Ps. ex. 3—5. 
 
 H. M. 
 
 1087 
 
 1 All hail, incarnate God : 
 
 The wondrous things foretold 
 Of Thee, in sacred writ, 
 
 With joy our eyes behold : 
 Still does Thine arm new trophies wear, 
 
 And monuments of glory rear. 
 
 2 O haste, victorious Prince, 
 
 That glorious, happy day, 
 When souls, like drops of dew, 
 
 Shall own Thy gentle sway: 
 O may it bless our longing eyes, 
 And bear our shouts beyond the skies. 
 
 Miss Elizabeth Scott. 1763. ab. 
 
 Gird on Thy Sivord 
 Ps. xlv. 
 
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 I GlRD on Thy conquering sword, 
 Ascend Thy shining car, 
 And march, almighty Lord, 
 To wage Thy holy war : 
 
 H. M. 
 
THY KINGDOM COME. 
 
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 Before His wheels, in glad surprise, 
 Ye valleys, rise ; and sink, yc hills. 
 
 2 Before Thine awful face 
 Millions of foes shall fall, 
 The captives of Thy grace, 
 
 1 That grace which conquers all : 
 
 The world shall know, great King of kings, 
 What wondrous things Thine arm can do. 
 
 Rev. Philip Doddridge. (1702 — 1751.) 1736- ab. 
 I O09 " The Voice cf Jesus calling." 8, 7. D. 
 
 1 Hark, the voice of Jesus calling, 
 
 Who will go and work to-day ? 
 Fields are white, and harvests waiting, 
 
 Who will bear the sheaves away ? 
 Loud and long the Master calleth, 
 
 Rich reward He offers free ; 
 Who will answer, gladly saying, 
 
 "Here am I, send me, send me? 
 
 2 Let none hear you idly saying, 
 
 " There is nothing I can do," 
 While the souls of men are dying, 
 
 And the Master calls for you : 
 Take the task He gives you gladly; 
 
 Let His work your pleasure be; 
 Answer quickly when He calleth, 
 
 " Here am I, send me, send me." 
 
 Rev. Daniel March. (1816—) 1S69. ab. 
 
 Ir\r\f\ " Come over and help us." 8. 7. D. 
 
 UyU Acts xvi 9. ' 
 
 1 Hark, what mean those lamentations, 
 
 Rolling sadly through the sky? 
 'T is the cry of heathen nations, 
 
 " Come and help us, or we die." 
 Lost and helpless and desponding, 
 
 Wrapt in error's night they lie ; 
 To their cries your hearts responding, 
 
 Haste to help them ere they die. 
 
 2 Hark, again those lamentations 
 
 Rolling sadly through the sky; 
 Louder cry the heathen nations, 
 
 " Come and help us, or we die." 
 Hear the heathen's sad complaining; 
 
 Christians, hear their dying cry; 
 And the love of Christ constraining, 
 
 Join to help them ere they die. 
 
 Rev. John Cawood. (1775 — 1852.) 1819. alt. 
 
 J 9 
 
 I O 9 I Sawing and Reaping. 8 , 7 . D. 
 
 1 He that goeth forth with weeping, 
 
 Bearing precious seed in love, 
 Never tiring, never sleeping, 
 
 Findeth mercy from above : 
 Soft descend the dews of heaven, 
 
 Bright the rays celestial shine ; 
 Precious fruits will thus be given, 
 
 Through an influence all divine. 
 
 2 Sow thy seed, be never weary, 
 
 Let no fears thy soul annoy ; 
 Be the prospect ne'er so dreary, 
 
 Thou shalt reap the fruits of joy. 
 Lo, the scene of verdure brightening, 
 
 See the rising grain appear; 
 Look again : the fields are whitening, 
 
 For the harvest time is near. 
 
 Thomas Hastings. (1784— 1872.^ iS 6 
 I 092 The Call to Service. 8, 7. Uc 
 
 1 We are living, we are dwelling, 
 
 In a grand and awful time, 
 In an age on ages telling; 
 
 To be living is sublime. 
 Hark, the waking up of nations, 
 
 Gog and Magog to the fray. 
 Hark, what soundeth? is creation 
 
 Groaning for its latter day ? 
 
 2 Worlds are charging, heaven beholding, 
 
 Thou hast but an hour to fight; 
 Now the blazoned cross unfolding, 
 
 On, right onward for the right ! 
 On! let all the soul within you 
 
 For the truth's sake go abroad. 
 Strike, let every nerve and sinew 
 
 Tell on ages, tell for God. 
 
 Bp. Arthur Cleveland Coxe. (1818 — ) 1840. 
 1093 "I love to tell the Story." 7, 6. D. 
 
 i I love to tell the story, 
 Of unseen things above, 
 Of Jesus and His glory, 
 Of Jesus and His love. 
 I love to tell the story, 
 
 Because I know 'tis true; 
 It satisfies my longings, 
 As nothing else can do. 
 Cho. — I love to tell the story, 
 
 'T will be my theme in glory, 
 
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 THY KINGDOM COME. 
 
 To tell the old, old story 
 Of Jesus and His love. 
 
 I love to tell the story ; 
 
 Tis pleasant to repeat 
 What seems, each time I tell it, 
 
 More wonderfully sweet. 
 I love to tell the story ; 
 
 For some have never heard 
 The message of salvation 
 
 From God's own holy word.— 
 
 Cho. 
 
 3 I love to tell the story ; 
 
 For those who know it best 
 Seem hungering and thirsting 
 
 To hear it like the rest. 
 And when, in scenes of glory, 
 
 I sing the new, new song, 
 'Twill be the old, old story 
 
 That I have loved so long. — Cho. 
 
 Miss Kate Hankey. 1865. ab. 
 1094 " Uplift the Mood-red Banner. " 7 > 6 • D • 
 
 i Uplift the blood-red banner, 
 
 And shout, with trumpet's sound, 
 Deliverance to the captive, 
 
 And freedom to the bound ; 
 Earth's jubilee of glory, 
 
 The year of full release : 
 O tell the wondrous story, 
 
 Go forth and publish peace. 
 
 2 Go forth, Confessors, Martyrs, 
 
 With zeal and love unpriced, 
 And preach the blood of sprinkling, 
 
 And live, or die, for Christ ; 
 For Christ claim every nation, 
 
 Your banner wide unfurled; 
 Go forth and preach salvation, 
 
 Salvation for the world. 
 
 Benjamin Gough. (1805 — ) 
 
 I.-.,-. r< " The Salvation of Israel." 
 
 <-»SO P.S. XIV. 
 
 1 O THAT the Lord's salvation 
 
 Were out of Zion come, 
 To heal His ancient nation, 
 
 To lead His outcast home. 
 How long the holy city 
 
 Shall heathen feet profane? 
 Return, Lord, in pity ; 
 
 Rebuild her walls a train. 
 
 65. ab. 
 
 6. D. 
 
 2 Let fall Thy rod of terror, 
 
 Thy saving grace impart; 
 Roll back the veil of error, 
 
 Release the fettered heart. 
 Let Israel, home returning, 
 
 Her lost Messiah see ; 
 Give oil of joy for mourning, 
 
 And bind Thy Church to Thee. 
 
 Rev. Henry Francis Lyte. (1793 — 1S47.) 1834. 
 I O9O « Soldiers of the Cross, arise." 7. D« 
 
 i Soldiers of the cross, arise, 
 
 Gird you with your armor bright; 
 Mighty are your enemies, 
 
 Hard the battle ye must fight. 
 O'er a faithless fallen world 
 
 Raise your banner in the sky, 
 Let it float there wide unfurled, 
 
 Bear it onward, lift it high. 
 
 2 'Mid the homes of want and woe, 
 
 Strangers to the living Word, 
 Let the Saviour's herald go, 
 
 Let the voice of hope be heard. 
 Where the shadows deepest li Q , 
 
 Carry truth's unsullied ray; 
 Where are crimes of blackest dye, 
 
 There the saving sign display. 
 
 3 To the weary and the worn 
 
 Tell of realms where sorrows cease-. 
 To the outcast and forlorn 
 
 Speak of mercy and of peace. 
 Guard the helpless, seek the strayed, 
 
 Comfort trouble, banish grief; 
 With the Spirit's sword arrayed, 
 
 Scatter sin and unbelief. 
 
 4 Be the banner still unfurled, 
 
 Bear it bravely still abroad, 
 Till the kingdoms of the world 
 
 Are the kingdoms of the Lord, 
 Praise with songs of holy glee, 
 
 Saints of earth and Heavenly Host, 
 Godhead One in Persons Three, 
 
 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 
 
 Rev. William Walsham How. (1823 — ) 1854. 
 V / " Go, ye Messengers of God." 
 
 1 Go, ye messengers of God, 
 
 Like the beams of morning fly 
 
 7.0. 
 
THY KINGDOM COME, 
 
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 Take the wonder-working rod, 
 Wave the banner-cross on high, 
 
 Where the lofty minaret 
 Gleams along the morning skies, 
 
 Wave it till the crescent set, 
 And the "Star of Jacob" rise. 
 
 2 Go to many a tropic isle, 
 
 In the bosom of the deep, 
 Where the skies for ever smile, 
 
 And th' oppressed for ever weep. 
 O'er the negro's night of care 
 
 Pour the living light of heaven ; 
 Chase away the fiend despair, 
 
 Bid him hope to be forgiven. 
 
 3 Where the golden gates of day 
 
 Open on the palmy East, 
 Wide the bleeding cross display, 
 
 Spread the gospel's richest feast. 
 Bear the tidings round the ball, 
 
 Visit every soil and sea ; 
 Preach the cross of Christ to all, 
 
 Christ, whose love is full and free. 
 
 Rev. Joshua Marsden. 1812. 
 I 09O « y esns < Love flu Nations fires." 7- D. 
 
 1 See, how great a flame aspires, 
 
 Kindled by a spark of grace : 
 Jesus' love the nations fires, 
 
 Sets the kingdoms on a blaze. 
 Fire to bring on earth He came ; 
 
 Kindled in some hearts it is; 
 O that all might catch the flame, 
 
 All partake the glorious bliss. 
 
 2 When He first the work begun, 
 
 Small and feeble was His day; 
 Now the word doth swiftly run, 
 
 Now it wins its widening way ; 
 More and more it spreads and grows, 
 
 Ever mighty to prevail ; 
 Sin's strongholds it now o'erthrows, 
 
 Shakes the trembling gates of hell. 
 
 3 Sons of God, your Saviour praise ; 
 
 He the door hath opened wide, 
 He hath given the word of grace ; 
 
 Jesus' word is glorified : 
 Jesus, mighty to redeem, 
 
 He alone the work hath wrought ; 
 Worthy is the work of Him, 
 
 Him who spake a world from naught. 
 
 4 Saw ye not the cloud arise, 
 
 Little as a human hand? 
 Now it spreads along the skies, 
 
 Hangs o'er all the thirsty land. 
 Lo, the promise of a shower, 
 
 Drops already from above ; 
 But the Lord shall shortly pour 
 
 All the riches of His love. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708 — 17CS.) 1749. si. alt. 
 IQ99 Zion enlarged. 7. D. 
 
 i "Give us room, that we may dwell," 
 Zion's children cry aloud : 
 See her numbers, how they swell, 
 How they gather like a cloud. 
 
 2 O how bright the morning seems, 
 
 Brighter, from so dark a night ; 
 Zion is like one that dreams, 
 Filled with wonder and delight 
 
 3 Lo, thy sun goes down no more, 
 God himself will be thy light; 
 
 All that caused thee grief before 
 Buried lies in endless night. 
 
 4 Zion, now arise and shine, 
 
 Lo, thy light from heaven is come ; 
 These that crowd from far arc thine, 
 Give thy sons and daughters room. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Kelly. (1769— 1855.) 1806. ab. and si. 'alt 
 
 ITAn " Go yc into all the World." L. M. 
 
 IOO ' Mark xvi. 15. 
 
 1 Ye Christian heralds, go, proclaim 
 Salvation through Immanuel's name; 
 To distant climes the tidings bear, 
 And plant the Rose of Sharon there. 
 
 2 He'll shield you with a wall of fire, 
 With flaming zeal your breast inspire, 
 Bid raging winds their fury cease, 
 And hush the tempest into peace. 
 
 3 And when our labors all are o'er, 
 Then we shall meet to part no more; 
 Meet, with the blood-bought throng to fall,. 
 And crown our Jesus Lord of all. 
 
 Mrs. Voke. 1816. 
 I I I " Fling out tlie Banner." L. M„ 
 
 I Fling out the banner : let it float 
 
 Skyward and seaward, high and wide ; 
 The sun, that lights its shining folds, 
 The cross, on which the Saviour died. 
 
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 2 Fling out the banner: angels bend 
 
 In anxious silence o'er the sign, 
 And vainly seek to comprehend 
 The wonder of the Love Divine. 
 
 3 Fling out the banner : heathen lands 
 
 Shall see from far the glorious sight ; 
 And nations, crowding to be born, 
 Baptize their spirits in its light. 
 
 4 Fling out the banner : sin-sick souls, 
 
 That sink and perish in the strife, 
 Shall touch in faith its radiant hem, 
 And spring immortal into life. 
 
 5 Fling out the banner : let it float 
 
 Skyward and seaward, high and wide : 
 Our glory only in the cross, 
 Our only hope, the Crucified. 
 
 6 Fling out the banner: wide and high, 
 
 Seaward and skyward let it shine ; 
 Nor skill, nor might, nor merit ours : 
 We conquer only in that sign. 
 
 Bp. George Washington Doane. (1799 — 1859.) 1S24. 
 I I 02 The Glory of the Church. L. M. 
 
 1 ZlON, awake, thy strength renew, 
 Put on thy robes of beauteous hue ; 
 And let th' admiring world behold 
 
 The King's fair daughter clothed in gold. 
 
 2 Church of our God, arise and shine, 
 Bright with the beams of truth divine : 
 Then shall thy radiance stream afar, 
 Wide as the heathen nations are. 
 
 3 Gentiles and kings thy light shall view: 
 All shall admire and love thee too ; 
 Shall come like clouds across the sky, 
 Or doves that to their windows fly. 
 
 William Shrubsole, Jr. (1759 — 1829.) 1796. 
 _ _ -. _ Light for those that sit in Darkness. L. M. 
 
 1 THOUGH now the nations sit beneath 
 The darkness of o'erspreading death; 
 God will arise with light divine, 
 
 On Zion's holy towers to shine. 
 
 2 That light shall shine on distant lands, 
 And wandering tribes, in joyful bands, 
 Shall come Thy glory, Lord, to see, 
 And in Thy courts to worship Thee. 
 
 3 light of Zion, now arise, 
 
 Let the glad morning bless our eyes: 
 Ye nations, catch the kindling ray, 
 And hail the splendors of the day. 
 
 Rev. Leonard Bacon. (1802 — ) 1845. 
 J. i. \J Q. T/ ie ^Missionary's Farewell. 8, 7« 
 
 1 Yes, my native land, I love thee ; 
 
 All thy scenes, I love thee well •. 
 Friends, connections, happy country, 
 Can I bid you all farewell? 
 
 Can I leave you, 
 Far in heathen lands to dwell? 
 
 2 Scenes of sacred peace and pleasure, 
 
 Holy days and Sabbath bell, 
 Richest, brightest, sweetest treasure, 
 Can I say a last farewell ? 
 
 Can I leave you, 
 Far in heathen lands to dwell ? 
 
 3 Yes, I hasten from you gladly, 
 
 From the scenes I loved so well: 
 Far away, ye billows, bear me ; 
 Lovely, native land, farewell : 
 
 Pleased I leave thee, 
 Far in heathen lands to dwell. 
 
 4 Bear me on, thou restless ocean ; 
 
 Let the winds my canvas swell : 
 Heaves my heart with warm emotion, 
 While I go far hence to dwell : 
 
 Glad I bid thee, 
 Native land, farewell, farewell. 
 
 Rev. Samuel Francis Smith. (1808 — ) 1833. ab. 
 ■*■ •*■ "J Prayer for departing Missionaries. 8,7- 
 
 1 Speed Thy servants, Saviour, speed them, 
 
 Thou art Lord of winds and waves : 
 They are bound, but Thou hast freed them ; 
 Now they go to free the slaves : 
 
 Be Thou with them, 
 'Tis Thine arm alone that saves. 
 
 2 When they reach the land of strangers, 
 
 And the prospect dark appears, 
 Nothing seen but toil and dangers, 
 Nothing felt but doubts and fears ; 
 
 Be Thou with them : 
 Hear their sighs, and count their tears. 
 
 3 When they think of home, now dearer 
 
 Than it ever seemed before, 
 
THY KINGDOM COME. 
 
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 Bring the promised glory nearer ; 
 Let them see that peaceful shore, 
 
 Where Thy people 
 Rest from toil, and weep no more : — 
 
 4. There to reap, in joy forever, 
 
 Fruit that grows from seed here sown, 
 There to be with Him who never 
 Ceases to preserve His own, 
 
 And with gladness 
 Give the praise to Him alone. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Kelly. (1769 — 1855.) 1836. ab. 
 
 God praised for His Gospel. 
 Is. xlii. 10 — 12. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 I 106 
 
 1 O CITY of the Lord, begin 
 
 The universal song; 
 And let the scattered villages 
 The joyful notes prolong. 
 
 2 Let Kedar's wilderness afar 
 
 Lift up the lonely voice ; 
 And let the tenants of the rock, 
 With accent rude, rejoice. 
 
 3 O from the streams of distant lands, 
 
 Unto Jehovah sing ; 
 And joyful from the mountain-tops 
 Shout to the Lord, the King. 
 
 4 Let all combined, with one accord, 
 
 The Saviour's glories raise, 
 Till, in the earth's remotest bounds, 
 The nations sound His praise. 
 
 Michael Bruce. (1746 — 1767.) 1781. ab. 
 
 The Millennium. C. M. 
 
 Micah iv. 1, 2. Is. ii. 1 — 4. 
 
 I 107 
 
 1 Behold, the Mountain of the Lord 
 
 In latter days shall rise, 
 Above the mountains and the hills, 
 And draw the wondering eyes. 
 
 2 To this the joyful nations round, 
 
 All tribes and tongues shall flow; 
 Up to the hill of God they'll say, 
 And to His house we'll go. 
 
 3 The beam that shines on Zion's hill 
 
 Shall lighten every land ; 
 The King who reigns in Zion's towers 
 Shall all the world command. 
 
 4 No strife shall vex Messiah's reign, 
 
 Or mar the peaceful years ; 
 To ploughsharessoon they beat their swords, 
 To pruning-hooks their spears. 
 
 5 No longer hosts encountering hosts 
 
 Their millions slain deplore; 
 They hang the trumpet in the hall, 
 And study war no more. 
 
 6 Come, then, O come from every land, 
 
 To worship at His shrine ; 
 And, walking in the light of God, 
 With holy beauties shine. 
 
 Michael Bruce. 1781. 
 
 1 I OO The Restoration 0/ Israel. C. M. 
 
 i Daughter of Zion, from the dust 
 Exalt thy fallen head ; 
 Again in thy Redeemer trust : 
 He calls thee from the dead. 
 
 2 Awake, awake, put on thy strength, 
 
 Thy beautiful array ; 
 The day of freedom dawns at length, 
 The Lord's appointed day. 
 
 3 Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge, 
 
 And send thy heralds forth ; 
 Say to the South, " Give up thy charge, 
 And keep not back, O North." 
 
 4 They come, they come: thine exiledbands, 
 
 Where'er they rest or roam, 
 Have heard thy voice in distant lands, 
 And hasten to their home. 
 
 5 Thus, though the universe shall burn, 
 
 And God His works destroy, 
 With songs the ransomed shall return, 
 And everlasting joy. 
 
 James Montgomery. (1771— 1854.) 1825, 1853. 
 
 Prayer heard, and Zion restored. C, 
 
 13 — 21. 
 
 M. 
 
 1 109 Pscil 
 
 i Let Zion and her sons rejoice; 
 Behold the promised hour: 
 Her God hath heard her mourning voice, 
 And comes t' exalt His power. 
 
 2 Her dust and ruins that remain 
 
 Are precious in our eyes ; 
 Those ruins shall be built again, 
 And all that dust shall rise. 
 
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 3 The Lord will raise Jerusalem, 
 
 And stand in glory there ; 
 Nations shall bow before His name, 
 And kings attend with fear. 
 
 4 He sits a sovereign on His throne, 
 
 With pity in His eyes ; 
 He hears the dying prisoners groan, 
 And sees their sighs arise. 
 
 5 He frees the souls condemned to death, 
 
 Nor when His saints complain, 
 Shall it be said, that praying breath 
 Was ever spent in vain. 
 
 6 This shall be known when we are dead, 
 
 And left on long record, 
 That ages yet unborn may read, 
 And trust and praise the Lord. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1719. 
 
 I I I O Prayer for Home Missions. C. M. 
 
 1 On Zion and on Lebanon, 
 
 On Carmel's blooming height, 
 On Sharon's fertile plains, once shone 
 The glory, pure and bright. 
 
 2 From thence its mild and cheering ray 
 
 Streamed forth from land to land ; 
 And empires now behold its day ; 
 And still its beams expand. 
 
 3 But ah, our deserts deep and wild 
 
 See not this heavenly light ; 
 No sacred beams, no radiance mild, 
 Dispel their dreary night. 
 
 4 Thou, who didst lighten Zion's hill, 
 
 On Carmel who didst shine, 
 Our deserts let Thy glory fill, 
 Thy excellence divine. 
 
 Bp. Henry Ustick Onderdonk (178(5 — 185S.) 1826. ab. 
 I I I I The Glory 0/ the latter Days. C. M. 
 
 1 OUR God, our God, Thou shinest here, 
 
 Thine own this latter day ; 
 To us Thy radiant steps appear : 
 We watch Thy glorious way. 
 
 2 Thou tookest once our flesh ; Thy face 
 
 Once on our darkness shone ; 
 Yet through each age new births of grace 
 Still make Thy glory known. 
 
 Not only olden ages felt 
 
 The presence of the Lord; 
 Not only with the fathers dwelt 
 
 Thy Spirit and Thy word. 
 
 4 Doth not the Spirit still descend, 
 
 And bring the heavenly fire? 
 Doth not He still Thy Church extend, 
 And waiting souls inspire ? 
 
 5 Come, Holy Ghost, in us arise; 
 
 Be this Thy mighty hour ; 
 And make Thy willing people wise 
 To know Thy day of power. 
 
 Thomas Hornblower Gill. (1819 — ) i860, ab. 
 
 Itt'-* The Kingdom of Christ. L. M. 
 
 112 p 3 . lxxii . 
 
 1 Great God, whose universal sway 
 
 The known and the unknown worlds obey, 
 Now give the kingdom to Thy Son, 
 Extend His power, exalt His throne. 
 
 2 Thy sceptre well becomes His hands, 
 All heaven submits to His commands; 
 His justice shall avenge the poor, 
 And pride and rage prevail no more. 
 
 3 As rain on meadows newly mown, 
 So shall He send His influence down; 
 His grace on fainting souls distils, 
 Like heavenly dew on thirsty hills. 
 
 4 The heathen lands, that lie beneath 
 The shades of overspreading death, 
 Revive at His first dawning light, 
 And deserts blossom at the sight. 
 
 5 The saints shall flourish in His days, 
 Dressed in the robes of joy and praise ; 
 Peace, like a river, from His throne 
 Shall flow to nations yet unknown. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1719. ab. 
 * ■!■ ■*■ J The approaching Triumph. L. M. 
 
 i Eternal Father, Thou hast said, 
 That Christ all glory shall obtain; 
 That He who once a sufferer bled 
 
 Shall o'er the world a conqueror reign. 
 
 2 We wait Thy triumph, Saviour King: 
 Long ages have prepared Thy way; 
 Now all abroad Thy banner fling, 
 Set time's great battle in array. 
 
THY KINGDOM COME. 
 
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 3 Thy hosts arc mustered to the field ; 
 
 '• The Cross ! the Cross !" the battle-call; 
 The old grim towers of darkness yield, 
 And soon shall totter to their fall. 
 
 4 On mountain tops the watch-fires glow, 
 
 Where scattcr'd wide the watchmen stand ; 
 Voice echoes voice, and onward flow 
 The joyous shouts from land to land. 
 
 5 O fill Thy church with faith and power ; 
 
 Bid her long night of weeping cease ; 
 To groaning nations haste the hour 
 Of life and freedom, light and peace. 
 
 6 Come, Spirit, make Thy wonders known, 
 
 Fulfil the Father's high decree ; 
 Then earth, the might of hell o'erthrown, 
 Shall keep her last great jubilee. 
 
 Rev. Ray Palmer. (1808— ) 1S60. 
 
 1 ■!■ 1 t|. j,' or a Missionary Meeting. 
 
 i Assembled at Thy great command, 
 Before Thy face, dread King, we stand ; 
 The voice that marshaled every star, 
 Has called Thy people from afar. 
 
 2 We meet, through distant lands to spread 
 The truth for which the martyrs bled ; 
 Along the line, to either pole, 
 
 The thunder of Thy praise to roll. 
 
 3 Our prayers assist, accept our praise, 
 Our hopes revive, our courage raise, 
 Our counsels aid ; and O impart 
 The single eye, the faithful heart. 
 
 4 Forth with Thy chosen heralds come, 
 Recall the wandering spirits home ; 
 From Zion's mount send forth the sound, 
 To spread the spacious earth around. 
 
 Rev. William Bengo Collyer. (1782—1854.) 1812. ab. 
 
 Cht 
 
 •st's Dominion. 
 Ps. lxxii. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 III5 
 
 i Jesus shall reign where'er the sun 
 Does his succesive journeys run ; 
 His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, 
 Till moons shall wax and wane no more. 
 
 2 To Him shall endless prayer be made, 
 And princes throng to crown His head; 
 His Name, like sweet perfume, shall rise 
 With every morning sacrifice. 
 
 3 People and realms of every tongue 
 Dwell on His love with sweetest song; 
 And infant voices shall proclaim 
 Their early blessings on His Name. 
 
 4 Blessings abound where'er He reigns; 
 The prisoner leaps to loose his chains ; 
 The weary find eternal rest, 
 
 And all the sons of want are blest. 
 
 5 Where He displays His healing power, 
 Death and the curse are known no more; 
 In Him the tribes of Adam boast 
 
 More blessings than their father lost. 
 
 6 Let every creature rise and bring 
 Peculiar honors to our King; 
 Angels descend with songs again, ' 
 And earth repeat the loud Amen. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1719. ab. and si. alt. 
 
 t j -r fs The holy City purified and guarded. L. M. 
 * ■*■ ■*■ u Is. lii. 1, 2. 
 
 1 Triumphant Zion, lift thy head 
 From dust, and darkness, and the dead: 
 Though humbled long, awake at length, 
 And gird thee with thy Saviour's strength. 
 
 2 Put all thy beauteous garments on, 
 And let thy various charms be known: 
 The world thy gloricc shall confess, 
 Decked in the robes of righteousness. 
 
 3 No more shall foes unclean invade, 
 And fill thy hallow'd walls with dread ; 
 No more shall hell's insulting host 
 Their victory and thy sorrows boast. 
 
 4 God from on high thy groans will hear; 
 His hand thy ruins shall repair; 
 
 Nor will thy watchful Monarch cease 
 To guard thee in eternal peace. 
 
 Rev. Philip Doddridge. (1702 — 1751.) 1755. ab. and sL alt. 
 ■'■■»■•'■/ Prayer for the Millennium. L. M. 
 
 i Jesus, we bow before Thy throne, 
 We lift our eyes to seek Thy face : 
 To bleeding hearts Thy love make known, 
 On contrite souls bestow Thy grace. 
 
 2 See, spread beneath Thy gracious eye, 
 A world o'erwhelmed in guilt and tears, 
 Where deathless souls in ruin lie 
 
 And no kind voice dispels their fears. 
 
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 3 Lord, arm Thy truth with power divine, 
 Its conquests spread from shore to shore, 
 Till suns and stars forget to shine, 
 
 And earth and skies shall be no more. 
 
 Rev. Nathan Sidney Smith Beman. (1786 — 1871.) 1832. ab. 
 
 I I I O The Coming of Christ 's Kingdom. L. M. 
 
 I ASCEND Thy throne, almighty King, 
 And spread Thy glories all abroad ; 
 Let Thine own arm salvation bring, 
 
 And be Thou known the gracious God. 
 
 O let the kingdoms of the world 
 Become the kingdoms of the Lord ; 
 
 Let saints and angels praise Thy name, 
 Be Thou through heaven and earth adored. 
 
 Rev. Bcjamin Reddome. (1717 — 1795.) 1S18. ab. 
 * ~ * y "From Greenland's icy Mountains'' 7> °. D. 
 
 1 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 : 
 
 vain with lavish kindness 
 
 The gifts of God are strown, 
 The heathen in his blindness 
 
 Bows down to wood and stone. 
 
 3 Can we, whose souls are lighted 
 
 With wisdom from on high, 
 Can we to men benighted 
 
 The lamp of life deny ? 
 Salvation, O salvation ! 
 
 The joyful sound proclaim, 
 Till each remotest nation 
 
 Has learnt Messiah's name. 
 
 4. Waft, waft, ye winds, His story, 
 And you, ye waters, roll, 
 Till, like a sea of glory, 
 
 It spreads from pole to pole ; 
 
 Till o'er our ransomed nature, 
 
 The Lamb for sinners slain, 
 Redeemer, King, Creator, 
 
 In bliss returns to reign. 
 
 Bp. Reginald Heber. (1783—1826.) 1819. 
 
 I I 20 Prayer for the Safety if Missionaries. 7> 6 - Di 
 
 1 ROLL on, thou mighty ocean ; 
 
 And, as thy billows flow, 
 Bear messengers of mercy 
 
 To every land below; 
 Arise, ye gales, and waft them 
 
 Safe to the destined shore ; 
 That man may sit in darkness 
 
 And death's black shade no more. 
 
 2 O Thou eternal Ruler, 
 
 Who holdest in Thine arm 
 The tempests of the ocean, 
 
 Protect them from all harm : 
 Thy presence e'er be with them, 
 
 Wherever they may be ; 
 Though far from those who love them, 
 
 Still let them be with Thee. 
 
 James Edmeiton. (1791 — 1S67.) 1S22. 
 I I 2 I The final Reign of Christ. 7, 6. D. 
 
 1 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, 
 All hallelujah swelling 
 
 In one eternal sound. 
 
 James Edmeston. 1822. alt 
 
 1122 
 
 ' Daily shall He he praised." 
 Ps. lxxii. 15. 
 
 7, 6. D. 
 
 1 Hail to the Lord's Anointed, 
 Great David's greater Son; 
 Hail, in the time appointed, 
 His reijm on earth begun. 
 
THY KINGDOM COME. 
 
 293 
 
 He comes to break oppression, 
 
 To set the captive free ; 
 To take away transgression, 
 
 And rule in equity. 
 
 2 He comes with succor speedy 
 
 To those who suffer wrong ; 
 To help the poor and needy, 
 
 And bid the weak be strong; 
 To give them songs for sighing, 
 
 Their darkness turn to light, 
 Whose souls, condemned and dying, 
 
 Were precious in His sight. 
 
 3 He shall come down like showers 
 
 Upon the fruitful earth ; 
 And love, joy, hope, like flowers, 
 
 Spring in His path to birth: 
 Before Him on the mountains 
 
 Shall peace, the herald, go; 
 And righteousness, in fountains, 
 
 From hill to valley flow. 
 
 4 For Him shall prayer unceasing 
 
 And daily vows ascend ; 
 His kingdom still increasing, 
 
 A kingdom without end : 
 The mountain dews shall nourish 
 
 A seed in weakness sown, 
 Whose fruit shall spread, and flourish, 
 
 And shake like Lebanon. 
 
 5 O'er every foe victorious 
 
 He on His throne shall rest, 
 From age to age more glorious, 
 
 All-blessing and all-blest: 
 The tide of time shall never 
 
 His covenant remove ; 
 His name shall stand forever, 
 
 That name to us is Love. 
 
 James Montgomery. (1771 — 18^4.) 1822. ab. 
 
 ■"■•*■ ^O "The Gospel Banner." 
 
 I Now be the Gospel banner 
 
 In every land unfurled, 
 And be the shout, "Hosanna!" 
 
 Reechoed through the world: 
 Till every isle and nation, 
 
 Till every tribe and tongue, 
 Receive the great salvation, 
 
 And join the happy throng. 
 
 7, 6. D. 
 
 2 What though th' embattled legions 
 
 Of earth and hell combine ? 
 His power, throughout their regions, 
 
 Shall soon resplendent shine: 
 Ride on, O Lord, victorious, 
 
 Immanuel, Prince of peace ; 
 Thy triumph shall be glorious, 
 
 Thine empire still increase. 
 
 3 Yes, Thou shalt reign for ever, 
 
 O Jesus, King of kings : 
 Thy light, Thy love, Thy favor, 
 
 Each ransomed captive sings. 
 The isles for Thee are waiting, 
 
 The deserts learn Thy praise, 
 The hills and valleys greeting, 
 
 The song responsive raise. 
 
 Thomas Hastings. (1784 — 1872.) 1830. 
 I I 2 4 " The Prince of Salvation." 12, II, 8. 
 
 1 THE Prince of Salvation in triumph isriding, 
 
 And glory attends Him along His bright 
 way ; 
 The tidings of grace on the breezes are 
 gliding, 
 And nations are owning His sway. 
 
 2 Ride on in Thy greatness, Thou conquer* 
 
 ing Saviour ; 
 Let thousands of thousands submit to 
 
 Thy reign, 
 Acknowledge Thy goodness, entreat for 
 
 Thy favor, 
 And follow Thy glorious train. 
 
 3 Then loud shall ascend, from each sancti- 
 
 fied nation, 
 The voice of thanksgiving, the chorus 
 of praise; 
 And heaven shall reecho the song of sal- 
 vation 
 In rich and melodious lays. 
 
 Rev. Samuel Francis Smith. (180S — ) 1832. 
 ■li»«j Gentiles coming into the Church. 10. 
 
 1 Rise, crowned inlight, imperial Salem, rise: 
 Exalt thy towering head, and lift thine eyes; 
 See heaven itssparkling portals widedif play 
 And break upon thee in a flood of day. 
 
 2 See a long race thy spacious courts adorn, 
 See future sons and daughters yet unborn 
 
2Q4 
 
 THY KINGDOM COME. 
 
 In crowding ranks on every side arise, 
 Demanding life, impatient for the skies. 
 
 3 Sec barbarous nations at thy gates attend, 
 Walk in thy light, and in thy temple bend; 
 See thy bright altars thronged with pros- 
 trate kings, 
 
 While every land its joyful tribute brings. 
 
 4 The seas shall waste, the skies to smoke 
 
 decay, 
 
 Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away ; 
 
 But fixed His word His saving power re- 
 mains; 
 
 Thy realm shall last, thy own Messiah 
 reigns. 
 
 Alexander Pope. (1688—1744.) 1712. ab. and alt. 
 I I 2D The i at t er Dny . II, 10. 
 
 1 Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morn- 
 
 ing; 
 Joy to the lands that in darkness have lain ; 
 H ashed be the accents of sorrow and mourn- 
 ing: 
 Zion in triumph begins her mild reign. 
 
 2 Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morn- 
 
 ing. 
 
 Long by the prophets of Israel foretold ; 
 Hail to the millions from bondage return- 
 ing; 
 
 Gentiles and Jews the blest vision be- 
 hold. 
 
 3 Lo, in the desert rich flowers are springing; 
 
 Streams ever copious are gliding along ; 
 Loud from the mountain-tops echoes are 
 ringing; 
 Wastes rise in verdure, and mingle in song. 
 
 4. See, from all lands, from the isles of the 
 ocean, 
 Praise to Jehovah ascending on high; 
 Fallen are the engines of war and commo- 
 tion ; 
 Shouts of salvation are rending the sky. 
 
 Thomas Hastings. (1782 — 1872.) 1830. 
 112/ The Church victorious. II, IO. 
 
 i Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sad- 
 ness; 
 
 Wake, for thy foes shall oppress thee no 
 more : 
 
 Bright o'er thy hills dawns the day-star of 
 gladness; 
 Rise, for the night of thy sorrow is o'er. 
 
 Strong were thy foes; but the arm that 
 subdued them, 
 And scattered their legions, was might- 
 ier far ; 
 They fled like the chaff from the scourge 
 that pursued them ; 
 Vain were their steeds and their chariots 
 of war. 
 
 Daughter of Zion, the power that hath 
 saved thee 
 Extolled with the harp and the timbrel 
 should be; 
 Shout, for the foe is destroyed that enslaved 
 thee ; 
 Th' oppressor is vanquished, and Zion 
 is free. 
 
 Fitzgerald's Collection. 1830. 
 
 1128 
 
 Good Tidings fo Zion. 
 Is. lii. 7. 
 
 8, 7, 4- 
 
 On the mountain's top appearing, 
 Lo, the sacred herald stands, 
 
 Welcome news to Zion bearing, 
 Zion long in hostile lands: 
 
 Mourning captive, 
 God Himself will loose thy bands. 
 
 Has thy night been long and mournful? 
 
 Have thy friends unfaithful proved ? 
 Have thy foes been proud and scornful, 
 
 By thy sighs and tears unmoved ? 
 Cease thy mourning ; 
 
 Zion still is well beloved. 
 
 God, thy God, will now restore thee; 
 
 He Himself appears thy Friend ; 
 All Thy foes shall flee before thee ; 
 
 Here their boasts and triumphs end: 
 Great deliverance 
 
 Zion's King vouchsafes to send. 
 
 Enemies no more shall trouble ; 
 
 All thy wrongs shall be redressed ; 
 For Thy shame thou shalt have double, 
 In thy Maker's favor blessed; 
 
 All thy conflicts 
 End in everlasting rest. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Kelly. (1769— 1S55.) 1S06. 
 
THY KINGDOM COME. 
 
 295 
 
 IT On A Fountain opened." 8, 7, 4.. 
 
 i^9 Zech-xiii. 1. 
 
 i See, from Zion's sacred mountain 
 Streams of living water flow ; 
 God has opened there a fountain, 
 That supplies the world below: 
 
 They are blessed, 
 Who its sovereign virtues know. 
 
 2 Through ten thousand channels flowing, 
 Streams of mercy find their way ; 
 Life, and health, and joy bestowing, 
 Making all around look gay: 
 
 O ye nations, 
 Hail the long-expected day. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Kelly. 1809. ab. 
 
 1 I 3O For tlu Outpouring 0/ the Spirit. 8, 7, 4. 
 
 i Who but Thou, almighty Spirit, 
 Can the heathen world reclaim? 
 Men may preach, but till Thou favor, 
 Heathens still will be the same : 
 
 Mighty Spirit, 
 Witness to the Saviour's name. 
 
 2 Thou hast promised by the prophets 
 
 Glorious light in latter days : 
 Come, and bless bewildered nations ; 
 Change our prayers and tears to praise : 
 
 Promised Spirit, 
 Round the world diffuse Thy rays. 
 
 3 All our hopes, and prayers, and labors, 
 
 Must be vain without Thy aid ; 
 
 But Thou wilt not disappoint us ; 
 
 All is true that Thou hast said : 
 
 Gracious Spirit, 
 O'er the world Thy influence shed. 
 
 " Eriphas,*' Evangelical Magazine. 1821. 
 ■*■•*■ J ■*■ Christ's Coming and Kingdom. 8, 7) 4* 
 
 1 Lift your heads, ye friends of Jesus, 
 
 Partners in His patience here : 
 Christ, to all believers precious, 
 Lord of lords, shall soon appear: 
 
 Mark the tokens 
 Of His heavenly kingdom near. 
 
 2 Lo, 'tis He : our hearts' Desire, 
 
 Come for His espoused below ; 
 Come to join \\r, with His choir, 
 
 Come to make our joys o'erfiow : 
 
 Palms of victory, 
 Crowns of glory, to bestow. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708—1788.) 175S. ab. 
 I 132 Success of ttie Gospel. 7, 6. D. 
 
 1 The morning light is breaking; 
 
 The darkness disappears; 
 The sons of earth are waking 
 
 To penitential tears: 
 Each breeze that sweeps the ocean 
 
 Brings hidings from afar 
 Of nations in commotion, 
 
 Prepared for Zion's war. 
 
 2 See heathen nations bending 
 
 Before the God we love, 
 And thousand hearts ascending, 
 
 In gratitude above; 
 While sinners, now confessing, 
 
 The gospel call obey, 
 And seek the Saviour's blessing, 
 
 A nation in a day. 
 
 3 Blest river of salvation, 
 
 Pursue thine onward way; 
 Flow thou to every nation, 
 
 Nor in thy riches stay: 
 Stay not, till all the lowly 
 
 Triumphant reach their home ; 
 Stay not, till all the holy 
 
 Proclaim, " The Lord is come." 
 
 Rev. Samuel Francis Smith. (1808 — ) 1S31. ab. 
 I 133 The coming Millennium. 7, 6. D. 
 
 1 Awake, awake, O Zion, 
 
 Put en thy strength divine, 
 Thy garments bright in beauty, 
 
 The bridal dress be thine : 
 Jerusalem the holy, 
 
 To purity restored ; 
 Meek Bride, all fair and lowly, 
 
 Go forth to meet thy Lord. 
 
 2 The Lamb who bore our sorrows 
 
 Comes down to earth again ; 
 No Sufferer now, but Victor, 
 
 For evermore to reign; 
 To reign in every nation, 
 
 To rule in every zone: 
 O wide-world coronation, 
 
 In every heart a throne. 
 
296 
 
 THY KINGDOM COME. 
 
 3 Awake, awake, Zion, 
 
 The bridal day draws nigh, 
 The day of signs and wonders, 
 
 And man-els from on high : 
 Thy sun uprises slowly, 
 
 But keep thou watch and ward ; 
 Fair Bride, all pure and lowly, 
 
 Go forth to meet thy Lord, 
 
 Benjamin Gough. (1S05 — ) 1865. ab. 
 ^*34 TJie good Tidings. 7, 6. D. 
 
 1 How beauteous on the mountains, 
 
 The feet of him that brings, 
 Like streams from living fountains, 
 
 Good tidings of good things; 
 That publisheth salvation, 
 
 And jubilee release, 
 To every tribe and nation, 
 
 God's reign of joy and peace. 
 
 2 Lift up thy voice, O watchman, 
 
 And shout from Zion's towers 
 Thy hallelujah chorus, 
 
 " The victory is ours !" 
 The Lord shall build up Zion 
 
 In glory and renown, 
 And Jesus, Judah's Lion, 
 
 Shall wear His rightful crown. 
 
 Benjamin Gough. 1865. ab. and si. alt. 
 "JJ Prayer for a Revival of Religion. 7- 
 
 1 Come, divine Emmanuel, come, 
 Take possession of Thy home ; 
 Now Thy mercy's wings expand, 
 Stretch throughout the happy land. 
 
 2 Carry on Thy victory, 
 
 Spread Thy rule from sea to sea; 
 Rescue all Thy ransomed race, 
 Save us, save us, Lord, by grace. 
 
 3 Take the purchase of Thy blood, 
 Bring us to a pardoning God ; 
 Give us eyes to see our day. 
 Hearts the gospel truth to obey; 
 
 4 Ears to hear the gospel sound ; 
 Grace doth more than sin abound ; 
 God appeased, and man forgiven, 
 Peace on earth, and joy in heaven. 
 
 5 O that every soul might be 
 Perfectly subdued to Thee ; 
 
 O that all in Thee might know 
 Everlasting life below. 
 
 6 Now Thy mercy's wings expand, 
 Stretch throughout the happy land: 
 Take possession of Thy home ; 
 Come, divine Emmanuel, come. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708 — 178S.) 1749. alt 
 ■*• •''O T/ianksgivingfor a Revival of Religion. 7* 
 
 1 Fount of everlasting love, 
 
 Rich Thy streams of mercy are ; 
 Flowing purely from above, 
 Beauty marks their course afar. 
 
 2 Lo, Thy Church, athirst and faint, 
 
 Drinks the full, refreshing tide ; 
 Thou hast heard her sad complaint, 
 Floods of grace are sweeping wide. 
 
 3 God of mercy, to Thy throne 
 
 Now our fervent thanks we bring ; 
 Thine the glory, Thine alone, 
 Joyous praise to Thee we sing. 
 
 4 While we lift our grateful song, 
 
 Let Thy Spirit still descend ; 
 Roll the tide of grace along, 
 
 Widening, deepening, to the end. 
 
 Rev. Ray Palmer. (180S— ) 1832, 1865. 
 ■*■■■■ O / Zion enlarge 7' 
 
 1 Who are these that come from far, 
 Led by Jacob's rising star ? 
 Strangers now to Zion come, 
 There to seek a peaceful home. 
 
 2 Lo, they gather like a cloud, 
 
 Or as doves their windows crowd : 
 Zion wonders at the sight, 
 Zion feels a strange delight. 
 
 3 Zion now no more shall sigh, 
 God will raise her glory high ; 
 He will send a large increase, 
 He will give His people peace. 
 
 4 Sons of Zion, sing aloud; 
 See her sky without a cloud : 
 God will make her joy complete ; 
 Zion's sun shall never set. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Kelly. (1769 — 1855 ) i3j6. ab. and alt. 
 
THY KINGDOM COME. FOR THOSE AT SEA. 
 
 297 
 
 113^ Missionary Success. 7* 
 
 1 Hark, the distant isles proclaim 
 Glory to Messiah's name ; 
 Hymns of praise unheard before 
 Echo from the farthest shore. 
 
 2 Hearts that once were taught to own 
 Idol gods of wood and stone, 
 
 Now to light and life restored, 
 Honor Jesus as their Lord. 
 
 3 Blessed Saviour, still proceed; 
 Bid the glorious conquest speed; 
 Let this first refreshing ray 
 Brighten to a perfect day. 
 
 Rev. William Hiley Bathurst. (1796 — ) 1831. ab. 
 
 __,-_. The Victory anticipated. 7. rj. 
 
 I I39 Po. UxiL 
 
 1 Hasten, Lord, the glorious time, 
 
 When, beneath Messiah's sway, 
 Every nation, every clime, 
 
 Shall the gospel call obey. 
 Mightiest kings His power shall own, 
 
 Heathen tribes His name adore; 
 Satan and his host o'erthrown, 
 
 Bound in chains, shall hurt no more. 
 
 2 Then shall wars and tumults cease, 
 
 Then be banished grief and pain ; 
 Righteousness, and joy, and peace, 
 
 Undisturbed shall ever reign. 
 Time shall sun and moon obscure, 
 
 Seas be dried, and rocks be riven, 
 But His reign shall still endure, 
 
 Endless as the days of Heaven. 
 
 Miss Harriet Auber. (1773 — 1S62.) 1829. ab. 
 
 1 X ^.O Christ reigning over all the Earth. 7> 
 
 i Wake the song of jubilee ; 
 Let it echo o'er the sea : 
 Now is come the promised hour ; 
 Jesus reigns with glorious power. 
 
 2 All ye nations, join and sing, 
 
 Praise your Saviour, praise your King ; 
 Let it sound from shore to shore, 
 "Jesus reigns for evermore !" 
 
 3 Hark, the desert lands rejoice ; 
 And the islands join their voice : 
 Joy ! the whole creation sings, 
 
 <; Jesus is the King of kings !" 
 
 Rev. Leonard Bacon. (1S02 — ) 1833. 
 
 I I 4 I " The Songcf Jubilee." 7* D. 
 
 1 Hark, the song of jubilee, 
 
 Loud as mighty thunders roar, 
 Or the fulness of the sea, 
 
 When it breaks upon the shore : 
 Hallelujah ! for the Lord 
 
 God Omnipotent shall reign; 
 Hallelujah ! let the word 
 
 Echo round the earth and main. 
 
 2 Hallelujah ! hark, the sound, 
 
 From the centre to the skies, 
 Wakes above, beneath, around, 
 
 All creation's harmonies. 
 See Jehovah's banners furled, 
 
 Sheathed Hissword: 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 passed away 
 Then the end; beneath His rod 
 
 Man's last enemy shall fall : 
 Hallelujah ! Christ in God, 
 
 God in Christ, is All in all. 
 
 James Montgomery. (1771 — 1S54.) 1819, 1825. 
 
 1 142 "For thoscin Peril:' L. M. 6L 
 
 i Eternal Father, strong to save, 
 Whose arm doth bind the restless wave, 
 Who bidd'st the mighty ocean deep 
 Its own appointed limits keep; 
 O hear us when we cry to Thee 
 For those in peril on the sea. 
 
 2 O Saviour, whose almighty word 
 
 The winds and waves submissive heard, 
 Who walkedst in the foaming deep, 
 And calm amid its rage didst sleep ; 
 O hear us when we cry to Thee 
 For those in peril on the sea. 
 
 3 O Sacred Spirit, who didst brood 
 Upon the chaos dark and rude, 
 Who bad'st its angry tumult cease, 
 And gavest light, and life, and peace ; 
 O hear us when we cry to Thee 
 
 For those in peril on the sea. 
 
 \ O Trinity of love and power, 
 Our brethren shield in danger's hour; 
 
2g8 
 
 FOR THOSE AT SEA. 
 
 From rock and tempest, fire and foe, 
 Protect them wheresoe'er they go ; 
 And ever let there rise to Thee 
 Glad hymns of praise from land and sea. 
 
 William Whiting. (1825—) i860. 
 * ^*rO Prayer for Mariners. L. M. 
 
 1 While o'er the deep Thy servants sail, 
 Send Thou, O Lord, the prosperous gale; 
 And on their hearts where'er they go, 
 
 O let Thy heavenly breezes blow. 
 
 2 If on the morning's wings they fly, 
 They will not pass beyond Thine eye: 
 The wanderer's prayer Thou bend'st to hear, 
 And faith exults to know Thee near. 
 
 3 When tempests rock the groaning bark, 
 O hide them safe in Jesus' ark; 
 
 When in the tempting port they ride, 
 O keep them safe at jesus' side. 
 
 4 If life's wide ocean smile or roar, 
 
 Still guide them to the heavenly shore ; 
 And grant their dust in Christ may sleep, 
 Abroad, at home, or in the deep. 
 
 Bp. George Burgess. (1809 — 1S66.) 1840. 
 
 For Seamen. 
 Ps. cvii. 23 — 30. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 1144 
 
 1 O GOD, Who metest in Thy Hand 
 
 The waters of the mighty sea, 
 And barrest ocean with the sand 
 By Thy perpetual decree ; 
 
 2 When they who to the sea go down, 
 
 And in the waters ply their toil, 
 Are lifted on the surge's crown, 
 
 And plunged where seething eddies boil; 
 
 3 Rule then, O Lord, the ocean's wrath, 
 
 And bind the tempest with Thy will ; 
 Tread, as of old, the water's path, 
 And speak Thy bidding," Peace, be still." 
 
 4 And when there shall be sea no more, 
 
 Save that of mingled flame and glass, 
 Where goes no galley sped by oar, 
 Where gallant ships no longer pass ; 
 
 5 When dawns the Resurrection morn, 
 
 Upon that shore, O Jesus, stand, 
 And give Thy pilgrims, faint and worn, 
 Their welcome to the Happy Land. 
 
 Rev. Richard Frederick Littledale. (1833—) 1867. ab. 
 
 •rig "Save, Lord, or we perish." 12. 
 
 ■ ■*■ T-J Matt. viii. 25. 
 
 When thro' the torn sail the wild tempest is 
 
 streaming, 
 When o'er the dark wave the red lightning 
 
 is gleaming, 
 Nor hope lends a ray the poor sailors to 
 
 cherish, 
 They fly to their Master, "Save, Lord,orwe 
 
 perish." 
 
 O Jesus, once rocked on the breast of the 
 
 billow, 
 Aroused by the shriek of despair from Thy 
 
 pillow, 
 Nowseated in glory,thepoor sinner cherish, 
 Who cries in his anguish, "Save, Lord, or 
 
 we perish." 
 
 Bp. Reginald Heber. (1783 — 1826) 1820. ab. and alt. 
 I4O The guiding Star. 8,7,4. 
 
 Star of peace, to wanderers weary, 
 Bright the beams that smile on me; 
 
 Cheer the pilot's vision dreary, 
 Far, far at sea. 
 
 Star of hope, gleam on the billow, 
 Bless the soul that sighs for thee; 
 
 Bless the sailor's lonely pillow, 
 Far, far at sea. 
 
 Star of faith, when winds are mocking 
 
 All his toil, he flies to thee ; 
 Save him on the billows rocking, 
 
 Far, far at sea. 
 
 Star divine, O safely guide him, 
 Bring the wanderer home to thee: 
 
 Sore temptations long have tried him, 
 Far, far at sea. 
 
 Mrs. Jane Cross Bell Simpson. 1830. ab. 
 
 Christ on the La he of Galilee. 
 Mark iv. 38. 
 
 8,7. D. 
 
 H7 
 
 TOSSED upon life's raging billow, 
 
 Sweet it is, O Lord, to know, 
 Thou didst press a sailor's pillow, 
 
 And canst feel a sailor's woe. 
 Never slumbering, never sleeping, 
 
 Though the night be dark and drear, 
 Thou the faithful watch art keeping, 
 
 " All, all's well," Thy constant cheer. 
 
 
FOR THOSE AT SEA. FESTIVALS AND FASTS. 
 
 299 
 
 2 And though loud the wind is howling, 
 
 Fierce though flash the lightnings red; 
 Darkly though the storm-cloud's scowling 
 
 O'er the sailor's anxious head; 
 Thou canst calm the raging ocean, 
 
 All its noise and tumult still, 
 Hush the tempest's wild commotion, 
 
 At the bidding of Thy will. 
 
 3 Thus my heart the hope will cherish, 
 
 While to Thee I lift mine eye, 
 Thou wilt save me ere I perish, 
 
 Thou wilt hear the sailor's cry ; 
 And though mast and sail be riven, 
 
 Life's short voyage will soon be o'er; 
 Safely moored in Heaven's wide haven, 
 
 Storms and tempests vex no more. 
 
 Rev. George Washington Bethune. (1805 — 1862.) 1830. alt. 
 
 I I4o Wreck and Rescue. 8, 7. D. 
 
 1 Wrecked and struggling in mid-ocean, 
 
 Clinging to a broken spar, 
 Darkness round me, billows o'er me, 
 
 Not the glimmer of a star ; 
 Billows o'er me, and no mercy, 
 
 Gasping as I was for breath ; 
 Night upon me, and the coming 
 
 Of the darker night of death. 
 
 2 All the evils of a life-time 
 
 Bearing down on my dark path, 
 And I sinking, — O I tremble, 
 
 Thinking of the night of wrath ! 
 Cast away, and lost, and sinking, 
 
 Clinging to a broken spar; 
 Suddenly a light from heaven 
 
 Burst upon me like a star. 
 
 3 And a voice spoke to me cheerly, 
 
 Spoke as from that burning star, 
 "Trust to me, and I will save you; 
 
 Cling not to a broken spar." 
 Trembling, yet believing, hoping, 
 
 I was borne above the wave; 
 And I live to tell how Jesus 
 
 Did a poor lost sinner save. 
 
 Rev. Edward Hopper. (181S — ) 1870, 1873. 
 
 I 149 ''iVww danktt alle Gott." 7,6,6. 
 
 1 Now thank we all our God, 
 
 With heart and hand and voices 
 
 Who wondrous things hath done, 
 In whom this world rejoices; 
 
 Who from our mother's arms 
 Hath blessed us on our way 
 
 With countless gifts of love 
 And still is ours to-day. 
 
 2 O may this bounteous God, 
 
 Through all our life be near us, 
 With ever joyful hearts 
 
 And blessed peace to cheer us ; 
 And keep us in His grace, 
 
 And guide us when perplext, 
 And free us from all ills 
 
 In this world and the next. 
 
 Rev. Martin Rinkart. (1586— 1649.) 1644. 
 Tr. by Miss Catherine Winkworth. (1829—) 1858. ab. 
 
 I I 5O "Hcrr Gott, wir danken Dir." 7, 6, 6. 
 
 i Lord God, we worship Thee : 
 
 In loud and happy chorus 
 We praise Thy love and power, 
 
 Whose goodness reigneth o'er us 
 To heaven our song shall soar, 
 
 For ever shall it be 
 Resounding o'er and o'er, 
 
 Lord God, we worship Thee. 
 
 2 Lord God, we worship Thee: 
 
 For Thou our land defendest ; 
 Thou pourest down Thy grace, 
 
 And strife and war Thou endest. 
 Since golden peace, O Lord, 
 
 Thou grantest us to see, 
 Our land with one accord, 
 
 Lord God, gives thanks to Thee. 
 
 3 Lord God, we worship Thee : 
 
 Thou didst indeed chastise us, 
 Yet still Thy anger spares, 
 
 And still Thy mercy tries us : 
 Once more our Father's hand 
 
 Doth bid our sorrows flee, 
 And peace rejoice our land ; 
 
 Lord God, we worship Thee. 
 
 Johann Frank. (1618 — 1677.) 1653. 
 Tr. by Miss Catherine Winkworth. 1862. ab. 
 
 Thanksgiving, 
 
 Ps. xxiii; ciii. 
 
 i To Thee, O God, we raise 
 Our voice, in choral singins 
 
 6, 7, 6. 
 
300 
 
 FESTIVALS AND FASTS. 
 
 We come, with prayer and praise, 
 Out hearts' oblations bringing. 
 
 Thou art our fathers' God, 
 And ever shalt be ours : 
 
 Our lips and lives shall laud 
 
 Thy name, with all our powers. ■ 
 
 2 Thy goodness, like the dew 
 
 On Hermon's hill descending, 
 Is every morning new, 
 
 And tells of love unending. 
 We bless Thy tender care 
 
 That led our wayward feet, 
 Past every fatal snare, 
 
 To streams and pastures sweet. 
 
 3 We bless Thy Son, who bore 
 
 The cross, for sinners dying; 
 Thy Spirit we adore, 
 
 The precious blood applying. 
 Let work and worship send 
 
 Their incense unto Thee, 
 Till song and sen-ice blend, 
 
 Beside the crystal sea. 
 
 Rev. Arthur Tappan Pierson. (1S36 — ) 7873. 
 1 *■ J*" National Blessings recounted. 7 
 
 1 Swell the anthem, raise the song, 
 Praises to our God belong; 
 Saints and angels, join to sing 
 Praise to heaven's almighty King. 
 
 2 Blessings from His liberal hand 
 Pour around this happy land : 
 Let our hearts, beneath His sway, 
 Hail the bright, triumphant day. 
 
 3 Now to Thee our joys ascend, 
 
 Thou hast been our heavenly Friend : 
 Guarded by Thy mighty power, 
 Peace and freedom bless our shore. 
 
 4 Here, beneath a virtuous sway, 
 Lawful rulers we obey ; 
 
 Here we feel no tyrant's rod, 
 Here we own and worship God. 
 
 5 Hark, the voice of nature sings 
 Praises to the King of kings ; 
 Let us join the choral song, 
 And the heavenly notes prolong. 
 
 Rev. Nathan Strong. (174S — 1816.) 1799. 
 
 I ! TCI " Give Thanks unto the Lord." ij. 
 
 l DO Ps. exxxvi. ' 
 
 1 Praise, O praise our God and King v 
 Hymns of adoration sing ; 
 
 For Kis mercies still endure 
 Ever faithful, ever sure. 
 
 2 Praise Him that He made the sun 
 Day by day his course to run ; 
 And the silver moon by night, 
 Shining with her gentle light. 
 
 3 Praise Him that He gave the rain 
 To mature the swelling grain ; 
 And hath bid the fruitful field 
 Crops of precious increase yield. 
 
 4 Praise Him for our harvest-store, 
 He hath filled the garner-floor ; 
 And for richer food than this, 
 Fledge of everlasting bliss. 
 
 5 Glory to our bounteous King; 
 Glory let Creation sing ; 
 Glory to the Father, Son, 
 And blest Spirit, Three in One. 
 
 Rev. Sir Henry Williams Baker. (1821— ) 1861. ab. 
 
 It c-> a " Praise •waiteth for TIicc, O God." 7 
 
 A 54 Ps. lxv. / 
 
 i Praise to God, immortal praise, 
 For the love that crowns our days ! 
 Bounteous Source of every joy, 
 Let Thy praise our tongues employ. 
 
 2 For the blessings of the field, 
 For the stores the gardens yield; 
 For the fruits in full supply, 
 Ripened 'neath the summer sky; 
 
 3 Flocks that whiten all the plain ; 
 Yellow sheaves of ripened grain ; 
 Clouds that drop their fattening dews ; 
 Suns that temperate warmth diffuse; 
 
 4 All that spring with bounteous hand 
 Scatters o'er the smiling land ; 
 
 All that liberal autumn pours 
 From her rich o'erflowing stores: 
 
 5 These to Thee, my God, we owe, 
 Source whence all our blessings flow; 
 And for these my soul shall raise 
 Grateful vows and solemn praise. 
 
 Mrs. Anna Laetitia Barbauld. (1743 — 1825.) 1773. ab. and alt. 
 
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 I I 55 Harvest Hymn. 7-^- 
 
 i Come, ye thankful people, come, 
 Raise the song of Harvest-home : 
 All is safely gathered in, 
 Ere the winter storms begin ; 
 God, our Maker, doth provide 
 For our wants to be supplied: 
 Come to God's own temple, come, 
 Raise the song of Harvest-home. 
 
 2 All the world is God's own field, 
 Fruit unto His praise to yield; 
 Wheat and tares together sown, 
 Unto joy or sorrow grown ; 
 First the blade, and then the ear, 
 Then the full corn shall appear : 
 Lord of Harvest, grant that we 
 Wholesome grain and pure may be. 
 
 3 For the Lord our God shall come, 
 And shall take His harvest home ; 
 From His field shall in that day 
 All offences purge away ; 
 
 Give His angels charge at last 
 In the fire the tares to cast ; 
 But the fruitful ears to store 
 In His garner evermore. 
 
 4 Even so, Lord, quickly come 
 To Thy final Harvest-home; 
 Gather Thou Thy people in, 
 Free from sorrow, free from sin ; 
 There, forever purified, 
 
 In Thy presence to abide : 
 
 Come, with all Thine angels, come, 
 
 Raise the glorious Harvest-home. 
 
 Rev. Henry Alford. (1810— 1871.) 1845. 
 ■ ■*■ 3 Thanksgiving or Fast. J.D. 
 
 i Christ, by heavenly hosts adored, 
 Gracious, mighty, sovereign Lord, 
 God of nations, King of kings, 
 Head of all created things, 
 By the Church with joy confest, 
 God o'er all forever blest; 
 Pleading at Thy throne we stand, 
 Save Thy people, bless our land. 
 
 2 On our fields of grass and grain 
 Drop, O Lord, the kindly rain ; 
 0"er our wide and goodly land 
 Crown the labors of each hand ; 
 20 
 
 Let Thy kind protection be 
 O'er our commerce on the sea ; 
 Open, Lord, Thy bounteous hand, 
 Bless Thy people, bless our land. 
 
 3 Let our rulers ever be 
 
 Men that love and honor Thee; 
 Let the powers by Thee ordained, 
 Be in righteousness maintained: 
 In the people's hearts increase 
 Love of piety and peace ; 
 Thus, united we shall stand 
 One wide, free, and happy land. 
 
 Rev. Henry Harbaugh. (1818— 1867.) i860, ab. and alt. 
 
 God's Dealings with our Fatlu-rs. 
 Ps. xliv. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 1157 
 
 1 O LORD, our fathers oft have told, 
 
 In our attentive ears, 
 Thy wonders in their days performed, 
 And elder times than theirs. 
 
 2 For not their courage, not their sword, 
 
 To them salvation gave ; 
 Nor strength that from unequal force 
 Their fainting troops could save. 
 
 3 But Thy right hand and powerful arm, 
 
 Whose succor they implored ; 
 
 Thy presence with the chosen race, 
 
 Who Thy great name adored. 
 
 4 As Thee their God our fathers owned, 
 
 Thou art our sovereign King : 
 O therefore, as Thou didst to them, 
 To us deliverance bring. 
 
 5 To Thee the triumph we ascribe, 
 
 From whom the conquest came ; 
 In God we will rejoice all day, 
 And ever bless Thy name. 
 
 Tate and Brady. 1696. ab. and alt. 
 
 TJu Story handed down. 
 Ps. Ixxviii. 
 
 1158 
 
 1 LET children hear the mighty deeds, 
 
 Which God performed of old ; 
 Which in our younger years we saw, 
 And which our fathers told. 
 
 2 He bids us make His glories known, 
 
 His works of power and grace ; 
 And we '11 convey His wonders down 
 Through every rising race. 
 
 CM. 
 
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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 practice His commands. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1719. 
 
 It & f\ Tke Nation prospered, avd the Church increased. 
 ••■Oy Ps. lxvii. CM. 
 
 i Shine on our land, Jehovah, shine, 
 With beams of heavenly grace ; 
 Reveal Thy power through all our coasts, 
 And show Thv smilinef face. 
 
 6 God, the Redeemer, scatters round 
 His choicest favors here ; 
 While the creation's utmost bound 
 Shall see, adore and fear. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1719. ab. and alt. 
 
 TTfin L M 
 
 A x *-*Vi Deliverance from national Judgments implored. 
 
 1 While o'er our guilty land, O Lord, 
 We view the terrors of Thy sword, 
 O whither shall the helpless fly? 
 
 To whom but Thee direct their cry ? 
 
 2 On Thee, our guardian God, we call; 
 Before Thy throne of grace we fall ; 
 And is there no deliverance there? 
 And must we perish in despair ? 
 
 3 Sec, we repent, we weep, we mou; 
 To our forsaken God we turn; 
 
 O spare our guilty country, spare 
 
 The Church which Thou hast planteLl*ere. 
 
 4 We plead Thy grace, indulgent God, 
 We plead Thy Son's atoning blood, 
 We plead Thy gracious promises ; 
 And are they unavailing pleas ? 
 
 5 These pleas, presented at Thy ihrone, 
 Have brought ten thousand blessings down 
 On guilty lands in helpless woe ; 
 
 Let them prevail and help us too. 
 
 Rev. Samuel Davies. (1724 — 1761.) 1759, 
 Il6l 
 
 2 When shall Thy name, from shore to shore, I j 
 
 Sound all the earth abroad, 
 And distant nations know and love 
 Their Saviour and their God ? 
 
 3 Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands, 
 
 Sing loud with solemn voice ; 
 Let thankful tongues exalt His praise, 
 And thankful hearts rejoice. 
 
 4 He, the great Lord, the sovereign Judge, 
 
 That sits enthroned above, 
 Wisely commands the worlds He made, 
 In justice and in love. 
 
 5 Earth shall confess her Maker's hand, 
 
 And yield a full increase ; 
 Our God will crown His chosen land 
 With fruitfulness and peace. 
 
 Humble Confession of Situ L. M. 
 
 In prayer together let us fall, 
 And cry for mercy, one and all, 
 And weep before the Judge, and say, 
 O turn from us Thy wrath away. 
 
 Thy grace have we offended sore 
 By sins, O God, which we deplore ; 
 Pour down upon us from above 
 The riches of Thy pardoning love. 
 
 Remember, Lord, though frail we be, 
 That yet Thy handiwork are we ; 
 Nor let the honor of Thy Name 
 Be by another put to shame. 
 
 Forgive the sin that we have wrought, 
 Increase the good that we have sought; 
 That we at length, our wanderings o'er, 
 May please Thee here and evermore. 
 
 Blest Three in One and One in Three, 
 Almighty God, we pray to Thee, 
 That Thou wouldst now vouchsafe to bless 
 Our fast with fruits of righteousness. 
 
 Rev. John Mason Neale. (1818 — 1866.) 1B51. alt. 
 Rev. Sir Henry Williams Baker. (1821 — ) 1861. 
 
 102 Forefathers' Day. L. M. 
 
 O God, beneath Thy guiding hand, 
 Our exiled fathers crossed the sea ; 
 
 And when they trod the wintry strand, 
 With prayer and psalm they worshipped 
 Thee. 
 
 Thou heard'st, well pleased, the song, the 
 prayer : 
 Thy blessing came ; and still its power 
 
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 Shall onward through all ages bear 
 The memory of that holy hour. 
 
 3 Laws, freedom, truth, and faith in God 
 
 Came with those exiles o'er the waves ; 
 And where their pilgrim feet have trod, 
 The God they trusted guards their graves. 
 
 4 And here Thy name, O God of love, 
 
 Their children's children shall adore, 
 Till these eternal hills remove, 
 
 And spring adorns the earth no more. 
 
 Rev. Leonard Bacon. (1802—) 1838, 1845. ab. 
 I I 03 Prayer for Peace. II.IO, 9. 
 
 1 God, the All-Terrible, Thou who ordainest 
 
 Thunder Thy clarion, and lightning Thy 
 
 sword ; 
 Show forth Thy pity on high where Thou 
 
 reignest ; 
 Give to us peace in our time, O Lord. 
 
 2 God, the Omnipotent, Mighty Avenger, 
 
 Watching invisible, judging unheard; 
 
 Save us in mercy, O save us from danger; 
 
 Give to us peace in our time, O Lord. 
 
 3 God, the All- Merciful, earth hath forsaken 
 
 Thy ways all holy, and slighted Thy word; 
 Let not Thy wrath in its terror awaken ; 
 Give to us pardon and peace, O Lord. 
 
 4. So will Thy people, with thankful devotion, 
 
 Praise Him who saved them from peril and 
 
 sword, 
 
 Shouting in chorus, from ocean to ocean, 
 
 Peace to the nations, and praise to the 
 
 Lord. 
 
 Henry Fothergill Chorley. (180S — 1872.) 
 I I O4 Prayer for Protection. 8, 8, 8, 6. 
 
 1 From foes that would the land devour; 
 From guilty pride, and lust of power; 
 From wild sedition's lawless hour ; 
 
 From yoke of slavery; 
 
 2 From blinded zeal, by faction led; 
 From giddy change, by fancy bred; 
 From poisoned error's serpent head, 
 
 Good Lord, preserve us free. 
 
 3 Defend, O God, with guardian hand, 
 The laws and rulers of our land, 
 
 And grant Thy churches grace to stand 
 In faith and unity. 
 
 4 Thy Spirit's help of Thee we crave, 
 That Thy Messiah, sent to save, 
 Returning to the world, might have 
 A people serving Thee. 
 
 Bp. Reginald Heber. (17S3— 1826.) 1827. alt. 
 1105 National Hymn. 6, 4. 
 
 1 My country 'tis of Thee, 
 Sweet land of liberty, 
 
 Of thee I sing ; 
 Land where my fathers died, 
 Land of the pilgrim's pride, 
 From every mountain side 
 
 Let freedom ring. 
 
 2 My native country, thee, 
 Land of the noble, free, 
 
 Thy name I love ; 
 I love thy rocks and rills, 
 Thy woods and templed hills; 
 My heart with rapture thrills 
 
 Like that above. 
 
 3 Let music swell the breeze, 
 And ring from all the trees 
 
 Sweet freedom's song : 
 Let mortal tongues awake, 
 Let all that breathe partake, 
 Let rocks their silence break, 
 
 The sound prolong. 
 
 4 Our fathers' God, to Thee, 
 Author of liberty, 
 
 To Thee we sing: 
 Long may our land be bright 
 With freedom's holy light ; 
 Protect us by Thy might, 
 
 Great God, our King. 
 
 Rev. Samuel Francis Smith. (1808 — ) 183a. 
 
 I 1 00 >. Cod save the State." 
 
 I GOD bless our native land : 
 Firm may she ever stand, 
 
 Through storm and night; 
 When the wild tempests rave, 
 Ruler of wind and wave, 
 Do Thou our country save 
 
 By Thy great might. 
 
 6, 4. 
 
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 2 For her our prayer shall rise 
 To God, above the skies; 
 
 On Him we wait; 
 Thou who art ever nigh, 
 Guarding with watchful eye, 
 To Thee aloud we cry, 
 
 God save the State. 
 
 Rev. John Sullivan Dwight. (1812— ) 1844. 
 I 10/ Thanksgiving for Harvest. 6,4. 
 
 i The God of harvest praise, 
 In loud thanksgivings, raise 
 
 Hand, heart, and voice; 
 The valleys laugh and sing, 
 Forests and* mountains ring, 
 The plains their tribute bring, 
 
 The streams rejoice. 
 
 2 Yea, bless His holy name, 
 And joyous thanks proclaim 
 
 Through all the earth; 
 To glory in your lot 
 Is comely; but be not 
 God's benefits forgot 
 
 Amidst your mirth. 
 
 3 The God of harvest praise; 
 Hands, hearts, and voices raise 
 
 With one accord; 
 From field to garner throng, 
 Bearing your sheaves along, 
 And in your harvest song 
 
 Bless ye the Lord. 
 
 James Montgomery. (1771 — 1854-) 1822. ab. and alt. 
 
 Il68 
 
 'Wedding Hymn. 
 John ii. 2. 
 
 S. M. 
 
 1 How welcome was the call, 
 
 And sweet the festal lay, 
 When Jesus deigned in Cana's hall 
 To bless the marriage day. 
 
 2 And happy was the bride, 
 
 And glad the bridegroom's heart, 
 For He who tarried at their side 
 Bade grief and ill depart. 
 
 3 His gracious power divine 
 
 The water vessels knew; 
 And plenteous was the mystic wine 
 The wondering servants drew. 
 
 4 O Lord of life and love, 
 
 Come Thou again to-day; 
 And bring a blessing from above 
 That ne'er shall pass away. 
 
 5 O bless, as erst of old, 
 
 The bridegroom and the bride ; 
 Bless with the holier stream that flowed 
 Forth from Thy pierced side. 
 
 6 Before Thine altar-throne 
 
 This mercy we implore; 
 As Thou dost knit them, Lord, in one, 
 So bless them evermore. 
 
 Rev. Sir Henry Williams Baker. (1821 — ) 1861. 
 
 Ill 
 
 Love and Worship in a Family. 
 Ps. exxxiii. 
 
 S. M. 
 
 i Blest are the sons of peace, 
 
 Whose hearts and hopes are one ; 
 Whose kind designs to serve and please, 
 Through all their actions run. 
 
 2 Blest is the pious house, 
 
 Where zeal and friendship meet: 
 Their songs of praise, their mingled vows 
 Make their communion sweet. 
 
 3 Thus when on Aaron's head 
 
 They poured the rich perfume, 
 The oil through all his raiment spread, 
 And pleasure filled the room. 
 
 4 Thus on the heavenly hills 
 
 The saints are blest above; 
 Where joy, like morning dew, distils, 
 And all the air is love. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1 748) 1719. 
 I I y The Lord's Prayer. S. M, 
 
 1 Our heavenly Father, hear 
 
 The prayer we offer now: 
 Thy name be hallowed far and near; 
 To Thee all nations bow. 
 
 2 Thy kingdom come; Thy will 
 
 On earth be done in love, 
 As saints and seraphim fulfil 
 Thy perfect law above. 
 
 3 Our daily bread supply, 
 
 While by Thy word we live; 
 The guilt of our iniquity 
 Forgive, as we forgive. 
 
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 4 From dark temptation's power, 
 
 From Satan's wiles defend; 
 Deliver in the evil hour, 
 And guide us to the end. 
 
 5 Thine then forever be 
 
 Glory and power divine; 
 The sceptre, throne, and majesty 
 Of heaven and earth are Thine. 
 
 James Montgomery. 1825. ab. 
 
 Dedication 0/ a Home. 
 Gen. xii. 7. 2 Cor. v. i. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 II7I 
 
 i Strangers and pilgrims here below, 
 To Thee our prayers we send ; 
 O God, from danger and from woe 
 This dwelling-place defend. 
 
 2 Here let Thy peace, O Saviour, rest ; 
 
 Here let Thy love abide ; 
 Make us a blessing, make us blest, 
 In all that may betide. 
 
 3 Keep storm, and fire, and sickness hence, 3 
 
 And danger and alarm ; 
 Nor let the son of violence 
 Approach to do us harm. 
 
 4 Let our petitions when we meet, 
 
 And every secret prayer, 
 Come up before Thy mercy-seat, 
 And find acceptance there. 
 
 5 Teach us, in life, with faith and love \$ 
 
 To do our Lord's commands; 
 And give us, in Thy time, above, 
 A house not made with hands. 
 
 Rev. John Mason Neale. (181S — 1860.) 1844. ab. 
 
 O spread Thy covering wings around, 
 Till all our wanderings cease, 
 
 And, at our Father's loved abode, 
 Our souls arrive in peace. 
 
 Such blessings from Thy gracious hand 
 Our humble prayers implore ; 
 
 And Thou shalt be our chosen God 
 And portion evermore. 
 
 Rev. Philip Doddridge. (1702 — 1751) 17^7. 
 Michael Bruce. (1746— 1767.) 1781. ait. 
 
 /O Christ's Presence in the House. 
 
 Dear Friend, whose presence in the house, 
 Whose gracious word benign, 
 
 Could once at Cana's wedding feast 
 Turn water into wine : 
 
 Come visit us, and when dull work 
 
 Grows weary, line on line, 
 Revive our souls, and make us see 
 
 Life's water glow as wine. 
 
 Gay mirth shall deepen into joy, 
 Earth's hopes shall grow divine, 
 
 When Jesus visits us, to turn 
 Life's water into wine. 
 
 The social talk, the evening fire, 
 The homely household shrine, 
 
 Shall glow with angels' visits when 
 The Lord pours out the wine. 
 
 For when self-seeking turns to love, 
 Which knows not mine and thine, 
 
 The miracle again is wrought, 
 And water changed to wine. 
 
 Rev. James Freeman Clarke. (1810— ) 1856. 
 
 j th« Jacob's Vow. C. M. 
 
 ^/" Gen. xxViii. 20 — 22. 
 
 1 O God of Bethel, 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. 
 
 Goa's Blessing- invoked. 
 Ps. xc. 17. 
 
 C. M. 
 
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 1 Shixe on our souls, eternal God, 
 
 With rays of beauty shine: 
 O let Thy favor crown our days, 
 And all their round be Thine. 
 
 2 Did we not raise our hands to Thee, 
 
 Our hands might toil in vain; 
 Small joy success itself could give, 
 If Thou Thy love restrain. 
 
 3 With Thee let every week begin, 
 
 With Thee each day be spent; 
 For Thee each fleeting hour improved, 
 Since each by Thee is lent. 
 
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 FAMILY WORSHIP. 
 
 4 Thus cheer us through this desert road, 
 Till all our labors cease ; 
 And Heaven refresh our weary souls 
 With everlasting peace. 
 
 Rev. Philip Doddridge. (1702 — 1751) 1755. 
 
 The Shepherd 0/ Israel. 
 Ps. lxxx. 1. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 1175 
 
 i Shepherd of Israel, from above 
 Thy feeble flock behold ; 
 And never let us lose Thy love, 
 Nor wander from Thy fold. 
 
 2 Thou wilt not cast Thy lambs away; 
 
 Thy hand is ever near, 
 To guide them lest they go astray, 
 And keep them safe from fear. 
 
 3 Thy tender care supports the weak, 
 
 And will not let them fall; 
 Then teach us, Lord, Thy praise to speak, 
 And on Thy name to call. 
 
 4 We want Thy help, for we arc frail; 
 
 Thy light, for we are blind; 
 Let grace o'er all our doubts prevail, 
 To prove that Thou art kind. 
 
 5 Guide us through life; and when at last 
 
 We enter into rest, 
 Thy tender arms around us cast, 
 And fold us to Thy breast. 
 
 Rev. William Hi'.ey Bathurst. (1796—) 1831. ab. 
 
 Ith/C Christ a Pattern /or Children. CM. 
 
 1 / U Luke ii. 40. 
 
 1 BY cool Siloam's shady rill 
 
 How sweet 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 sweet, 
 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 
 Will shake the soul with sorrow's power, 
 And stormy passion's rage. 
 
 5 O Thou, whose infant feet were found 
 
 Within Thy Father's shrine, 
 Whose years, with changelessvirtuecrowned, 
 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. 
 
 Bp. Reginald Heber. (1783—1826.) 1812. 
 •*•■*■// Children recalling- Christ's Example. C. M. 
 
 1 When Jesus left His Father's throne, 
 
 He chose an humble birth ; 
 Like us, unhonored and unknown, 
 He came to dwell on earth. 
 
 2 Like Him, may we be found below 
 
 In wisdom's path of peace; 
 Like Him, in grace and knowledge grow, 
 As years and strength increase. 
 
 3 Sweet were His words, and kind His look, 
 
 When mothers round Him pressed; 
 Their infants in His arms He took, 
 And on His bosom blessed. 
 
 4 Safe from the world's alluring harms, 
 
 Beneath His watchful eye, 
 Thus in the circle of His arms 
 May we forever lie. 
 
 5 When Jesus into Salem rode, 
 
 The children sang around ; 
 For joy they plucked the palms,and strowed 
 Their garments on the ground. 
 
 6 Hosanna our glad voices raise, 
 
 Hosanna to our King ; 
 Should we forget our Saviour's praise, 
 The stones themselves would sing. 
 
 James Montgomery. (1771 — 1854.) 1819, 1825. ab. 
 I I/O The gentle Shepherd. CM. 
 
 1 There is a little lonely fold, 
 
 Whose flock One Shepherd keeps, 
 Through summer's heat and winter's cold. 
 With eye that never sleeps. 
 
 2 By evil beast, or burning sky, 
 
 Or damp of midnight air, 
 Not one in all that flock shall die 
 Beneath that Shepherd's care. 
 
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 3 For if, unheeding or beguiled, 
 
 In danger's path they roam, 
 His pity follows through the wild, 
 And guards them safely home. 
 
 4 O gentle Shepherd, still behold 
 
 Thy helpless charge in me ; 
 And take a wanderer to Thy fold, 
 That trembling turns to Thee. 
 
 Mrs. Maria Grace Saffery. (1773—1858., 1834. 
 I I / 9 Christ dying to save us. CM. 
 
 1 THERE is a green hill far away, 
 
 Without a city wall, 
 Where the dear Lord was crucified, 
 AVho died to save us all. 
 
 2 We may not know, we cannot tell 
 
 What pains He had to bear ; 
 But we believe it was for us 
 He hung and suffered there. 
 
 3 He died that we might be forgiven, 
 
 He died to make us good, 
 That we might go at last to Heaven, 
 Saved by His precious blood. 
 
 4 There was no other good enough 
 
 To pay the price of sin ; 
 He only could unlock the gate 
 Of Heaven, and let us in. 
 
 5 O, dearly, dearly has He loved, 
 
 And we must love Him too, 
 And trust in His redeeming blood, 
 And try His works to do. 
 
 Mrs. Cecil Frances Alexander. 1848. 
 I I OO Infant Tongues in Heaven. C. M. 
 
 1 There is a glorious world of light 
 
 Above the starry sky, 
 Where saints departed, clothed in white, 
 Adore the Lord most high. 
 
 2 And hark, amid the sacred songs 
 
 Those heavenly voices raise, 
 Ten thousand thousand infant tongues 
 Unite in perfect praise. 
 
 3 Those are the hymns that we shall know, 
 
 If Jesus we 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; 
 Parents and children, one by one, 
 Must die and pass away. 
 
 5 Great God, impress the serious thought, 
 
 This day on every breast, 
 That both the teachers and the taught, 
 May enter to Thy rest. 
 
 Miss Jane Taylor. (1783 — 1814.) 1809. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 X X O X yesus watching over Children. 
 
 i Dear Jesus, ever at my side, 
 How loving must Thou be, 
 To leave Thy home in heaven to guard 
 A little child like me. 
 
 2 I cannot feel Thee touch my hand, 
 
 With pressure light and mild, 
 To check me as my mother did, 
 When I was but a child. 
 
 3 But I have felt Thee in my thoughts, 
 
 Rebuking sin for me; 
 And, when my heart loves God, I know 
 The sweetness is from Thee. 
 
 4 And when, dear Saviour, I kneel down, 
 
 Morning and night, to prayer, 
 
 Something there is within my heart 
 
 Which tells me Thou art there. 
 
 5 Yes, when I pray, Thou prayest too ; 
 
 Thy prayer is all for me: 
 But when I sleep, Thou sleepest not, 
 But watchest patiently. 
 
 Rev. Frederick William Faber. (1S14— 1863.) 1849. ab.andalt. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 1 1 - O 2 « Speak gently. " 
 
 jl Speak gently: it is better far 
 To rule by love than fear; 
 Speak gently: let no harsh word mar 
 The good we may do here. 
 
 2 Speak gently to the little child: 
 
 Its love be sure to gain ; 
 Teach it in accents soft and mild; 
 It may not long remain. 
 
 3 Speak gently to the young: for they 
 
 Will have enough to bear; 
 Pass through this life as best they may, 
 'Tis full of anxious care. 
 
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 FAMILY WORSHIP. 
 
 4 Speak gently to the aged one, 
 
 Grieve not the careworn heart: 
 The sands of life are nearly run, 
 Let them in peace depart. 
 
 5 Speak gently to the erring: know 
 
 They must have toiled in vain; 
 Perchance unkindness made them so; 
 O win them back again. 
 
 6 Speak gently: 'tis a little thing, 
 
 Dropped in the heart's deep well; 
 The good, the joy, that it may bring, 
 Eternity shall tell. 
 
 George Washington Hangford. J841. ab. 
 I I 03 Humble Service. C. M. 
 
 i SCORN not the slightest word or deed, 
 Nor deem it void of power; 
 There's fruit in each wind-wafted seed, 
 That waits its natal hour. 
 
 2 A whispered word may touch the heart, 
 
 And call it back to life; 
 A look of love bid sin depart, 
 And still unholy strife. 
 
 3 No act falls fruitless; none can tell 
 
 How vast its power may be, 
 Nor what results infolded dwell 
 Within it silently. 
 
 4 Work on, despair not, bring thy mite, 
 
 Nor care how small it be ; 
 God is with all that serve the right, 
 The holy, true, and free. 
 
 Unknown Author. 
 I I C$4 TJie Little Travellers. 7- 
 
 1 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. 
 
 2 Who are they whose little feet, 
 
 Pacing life's dark journey through, 
 Now have reached that heavenly seat 
 
 They had 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. 
 
 James Edmeston. (1791 — 1S67.) 1846. 
 -^°5 Prayer for Humility. 7- 
 
 1 Lord, for ever at Thy side 
 
 May my place and portion be ; 
 Strip me of the robe of pride, 
 
 Clothe me with humility. 
 Meekly may my soul receive 
 
 All Thy Spirit hath revealed; 
 Thou hast spoken : I believe, 
 
 Though the prophecy were sealed. 
 
 2 Quiet as a weaned child, 
 
 Weaned from the mother's breast, 
 By no subtlety beguiled, 
 
 On Thy faithfulness I rest. 
 Saints rejoicing evermore, 
 
 In the Lord Jehovah trust; 
 Him in all His ways adore, 
 
 Wise, and wonderful, and just. 
 
 James Montgomery. (1771 — 1854.) 1819. 
 I lot) Praise to Jesus. 7- 
 
 i Let us sing, with one accord, 
 Praise to Jesus Christ our Lord ; 
 He hath made us by His power, 
 He hath kept us to this hour, 
 He redeems us from the grave, 
 He who died now lives to save ; 
 Hearts and voices let us raise, 
 He is worthy whom we praise. 
 
 2 Angels praise Him, so will we, 
 Sinful children though we be; 
 Poor and weak, we'll sing the more, 
 Jesus helps the weak and poor. 
 Dear to Him is childhood's prayer, 
 Children's hearts to Him are dear; 
 Hearts and voices let us raise, 
 He is worthy whom we praise. 
 
 Miss Dorothy Ann Thrupp. (1779— lC.;;.) :Io3. ab. and alt. 
 
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 I I 0/ Child's Evening Prayer.- 8, 7. 
 
 1 JESUS, tender Shepherd, hear me, 
 
 Bless Thy little lamb to-night; 
 Through the darkness be Thou near me, 
 Keep mc safe till morning light. 
 
 2 All this day Thy hand has led me, 
 
 And I thank Thee for Thy care ; 
 Thou hast clothed me, warmed and fed me, 
 Listen to my evening prayer. 
 
 3 Let my sins be all forgiven, 
 
 Bless the friends I love so well; 
 Take me when I die to heaven, 
 Happy there with Thee to dwell. 
 
 Mrs. Mary Lundie Duncan. (1814— 1840.) 1839. 
 I I OO Christ's Example. 8, 7. 
 
 1 Jesus Christ, my Lord and Saviour, 
 
 Once became a child like me; 
 
 that in my whole behavior, 
 He my pattern still might be. 
 
 2 All my nature is unholy, 
 
 Pride and passion dwell within ; 
 
 But the Lord was meek and lowly, 
 
 Pure and spotless, free from sin. 
 
 3 While I 'm often vainly trying 
 
 Some new pleasure to possess, 
 He was always self-denying, 
 Patient in His worst distress. 
 
 4 Let me never be forgetful 
 
 Of His precepts any more ; 
 Idle, passionate, and fretful, 
 As I've often been before. 
 
 5 Lord, though now Thou art in glory, 
 
 We have Thine example still; 
 
 1 can read Thy sacred story, 
 
 And obey Thy holy will. 
 
 6 Help me by that rule to measure 
 
 Every word and every thought, 
 Thinking it my greatest pleasure 
 
 There to learn what Thou hast taught. 
 
 Miss Jane Taylor. (17S3 — 1824.) 1809. 
 I 1 09 Christian Children. 8, 7. 
 
 I We are little Christian children; 
 We can run, and talk, and play ; 
 The great God of earth and heaven 
 Made, and keeps us every day. 
 
 2 We are little Christian children ; 
 
 Christ, the Son of God Most High, 
 With His precious blood redeemed us, 
 Dying that we might not die. 
 
 3 We are little Christian children ; 
 
 God the Holy Ghost is here, 
 Dwelling in our hearts, to make us 
 Kind and holy, good and dear. 
 
 \ We are little Christian children, 
 
 Saved by Him who loved us most; 
 We believe in God Almighty, 
 Father, Son and Holy Ghost. 
 
 Mrs. Cecil Frances Alexander. 1848. 
 
 1 i.\-f\J Christ's great Love and Condescension. 8, "J. 
 
 i What a strange and wondrous story, 
 From the Book of God is read: 
 How the Lord of life and glory 
 Had not where to lay His head. 
 
 2 How He left His throne in heaven, 
 
 Here to suffer, bleed, and die, 
 That my soul might be forgiven, 
 And ascend to God on high. 
 
 3 Father, let Thy Holy Spirit 
 
 Still reveal a Saviour's love, 
 And prepare me to inherit 
 Glory where He reigns above; 
 
 4. There, with saints and angels dwelling, 
 May I that great love proclaim, 
 And with them be ever telling 
 All the wonders of His name. 
 
 Unknown Author. 
 I I^I Prayer for Guidance. 8, 7, 4. 
 
 1 Saviour, like a shepherd lead us, 
 
 Much we need Thy tender care; 
 In Thy pleasant pastures feed us, 
 For our use Thy folds prepare. 
 
 Blessed Jesus, 
 Thou hast bought us, Thine we are. 
 
 2 We are Thine, do Thou befriend us, 
 
 Be the guardian of our way; 
 Keep Thy flock, from sin defend us, 
 Seek us when we go astray ; 
 
 Blessed Jesus, 
 Hear the children when they pray. 
 
3io 
 
 FAMILY WORSHIP. 
 
 3 Thou hast promised to receive us, 
 
 Poor and sinful though we be; 
 Thou hast mercy to relieve us, 
 
 Grace to cleanse, and power to free ; 
 
 Blessed Jesus, 
 Let us early turn to Thee. 
 
 4 Early let us seek Thy favor, 
 
 Early let us do Thy will; 
 Holy Lord, our only Saviour, 
 With Thy grace our bosoms fill; 
 
 Blessed Jesus, 
 Thou hast loved us, love us still. 
 
 Miss Dorothy Ann Thrupp. 1838. 
 I I 92 XV or king i7i the Vineyard. 8, 7, 4. 
 
 1 In the vineyard of our Father 
 
 Daily work we find to do ; 
 Scattered gleanings we may gather, 
 Though we are but young and few ; 
 
 Little clusters 
 Help to fill the garners too. 
 
 2 Toiling early in the morning, 
 
 Catching moments through the day, 
 Nothing small or lowly scorning, 
 
 While we work, and watch, and pray; 
 
 Gathering gladly 
 Free-will offerings by the way. 
 
 3 Not for selfish praise or glory, 
 
 Not for objects nothing worth, 
 But to send the blessed story 
 Of the gospel o'er the earth, 
 
 Telling mortals 
 Of our Lord and Saviour's birth. 
 
 4 Up and ever at our calling, 
 
 Till in death our lips are dumb, 
 Or till, sin's dominion falling, 
 
 Christ shall in His kingdom come, 
 
 And His children 
 Reach their everlasting home. 
 
 5 Steadfast, then, in our endeavor, 
 
 Heavenly Father, may we be; 
 And for ever, and for ever, 
 
 We will give the praise to Thee; 
 
 Hallelujah 
 Singing, all eternity. 
 
 Thomas MacKellar. (1812— ) 1849. 
 
 •*■ « V^O ~S.r6fj.iov ttujXwv aScuav. 6, 4 
 
 i Shepherd of tender youth, 
 Guiding in love and truth 
 
 Through devious ways; 
 Christ our triumphant King, 
 We come Thy name to sing; 
 Hither our children bring 
 
 To shout Thy praise. 
 
 2 Thou art our Holy Lord, 
 The all-subduing Word, 
 
 Healer of strife : 
 Thou didst Thyself abase, 
 That from sin's deep disgrace 
 Thou mightest save our race, 
 
 And give us life. 
 
 3 Thou art the great High Priest, 
 Thou hast prepared the feast 
 
 Of heavenly love; 
 While in our mortal pain 
 None calls on Thee in vain ; 
 Help Thou dost not disdain, 
 
 Help from above. 
 
 4 Ever be Thou our Guide, 
 Our Shepherd and our Pride, 
 
 Our Staff and Song: 
 Jesus, Thou Christ of God, 
 By Thy perennial Word 
 Lead us where Thou hast trod, 
 
 Make our faith strong. 
 
 5 So now, and till we die, 
 Sound we Thy praises high, 
 
 And joyful sing : 
 Infants, and the glad throng 
 Who to Thy Church belong, 
 Unite to swell the song 
 
 To Christ our King. 
 
 From Clement of Alexandria. ( — 220.} 
 Tr. by Rev. Henry Martyn Dexter. (1821— ) 1846, 1849. 
 
 It r\ * Children around God's Throne. C. M. 
 
 •«■ y4 Rev. vii. 13. 
 
 1 Around the throne of God in heaven 
 Thousands of children stand; 
 Children whose sins are all forgiven, 
 
 A holy, happy band, 
 CJ10. Singing, Glory, glory, 
 
 Glorv be to God on hieh. 
 
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 2 In flowing robes of spotless white 
 
 See every one arrayed; 
 Dwelling in everlasting light, 
 And joys that never fade. Cho. 
 
 3 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? Cho. 
 
 4 Because the Saviour shed His blood, 
 
 To wash away their sin ; 
 Bathed in that pure and precious flood, 
 Behold them white and clean. Cho. 
 
 5 On earth they sought the Saviour's grace, 
 
 On earth they loved His name; 
 So now they see His blessed face, 
 And stand before the Lamb. Cho. 
 
 Mrs. Anne Houlditch Shepherd. (1809 — 1857.) 1841. ab. 
 
 It /-y r" The Children in the Te7tiple. 
 
 *y») Matt. xxi. 15, 16. 
 
 1 When, His salvation bringing, 
 
 To Zion Jesus came, 
 The children all stood singing 
 
 Hosanna to His name. 
 Nor did their zeal offend Him, 
 
 But as He rode along, 
 He let them still attend Him, 
 
 And smiled to hear their song. 
 
 2 And sinde the Lord retaineth 
 
 His love to children still, 
 Though now as King He reigneth 
 
 On Zion's heavenly hill ; 
 We'll flock around His banner, 
 
 We '11 bow before His 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, 
 
 Would their hosannas raise. 
 But shall we only render 
 
 The tribute of our words? 
 No ; while our hearts are tender, 
 
 They too shall be the Lord's. 
 
 Rev. Joshua King 
 
 7,6. 
 
 "Mighty to save. 
 Is. lxiii. 1. 
 
 7,6. 
 
 II96 
 
 i He comes in blood-stained garments; 
 
 Upon His brow a crown; 
 The gates of brass fly open, 
 
 The iron bands drop down; 
 From off the fettered captive 
 
 The chains of Satan fall, 
 While angels shout triumphant, 
 
 That Christ is Lord of all. 
 
 2 O Christ, His love is mighty, 
 
 Long-suffering is His grace ; 
 And glorious is the splendor 
 
 That beameth from His face. 
 Our hearts up-leap in gladness 
 
 When we behold that love, 
 As we go singing onward 
 
 To dwell with Him above. 
 
 Mrs. Charitie Lees Bancroft. (1841 — I i860, ab. 
 
 1 197 A Morning Hymn. L. M. 
 
 i Awake, my soul, and with the sun 
 Thy daily stage of duty run ; 
 Shake off dull sloth, and joyful 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 All praise to Thee who safe hast kept, 
 And hast refreshed me whilst I slept; 
 Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, 
 I may of endless light partake. 
 
 4 Lord, I my vows to Thee renew ; 
 Disperse my sins as morning dew ; 
 Guard my first springs of thought and will, 
 And with Thyself my spirit fill. 
 
 5 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. 
 
 6 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. 
 
 Bp. Thomas Ken. (1637 — 171 1.) 1697, 1709. ab. 
 
312 
 
 FAMILY WORSHIP. 
 
 A Morning Hymn. 
 Ps. xix. 5, 8; Ixxiii. 24, 25. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 1198 
 
 1 God of the morning, at whose voice 
 
 The cheerful sun makes haste to rise, 
 And like a giant doth rejoice 
 
 To run his journey through the skies: 
 
 2 From the fair chambers of the east 
 
 The circuit of his race begins ; 
 And, without weariness or rest, 
 
 Round the whole earth he flies and shines. 
 
 3 O like the sun may I fulfil 
 
 The appointed duties of the day ; 
 With ready mind, and active will, 
 March on and keep my heavenly way. 
 
 4 But I shall rove, and lose the race, 
 
 If God my Sun should disappear, 
 And leave me in the world's wide maze, 
 To follow every wandering star. 
 
 5 Give me Thy counsel for my guide, 
 
 And then receive me to Thy bliss : 
 All my desires and hopes beside 
 
 Are faint and cold compared with this. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674—1748.) 1709. ab. and si. alt. 
 
 TT /-»/-» N'eiu every Morning." L. M. 
 
 yy Lam. iii. 22, 23. 
 
 1 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,ne\v 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 The trivial round, the common task, 
 Will furnish all we ought to ask, — 
 Room to deny ourselves, a road 
 
 To bring us daily nearer God. 
 
 5 Only, O Lord, in Thy dear love 
 Fit us for perfect rest above ; 
 And help us, this and every day, 
 To live more nearly as we pray. 
 
 Rev. John Keble. (1792 — 1866.) 1827. ab. 
 
 For Morning or Evening. 
 Lam. iii. 23 Is. xlv. 7. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 1200 
 
 1 My God, how endless is Thy love: 
 
 Thy .gifts are every evening new ; 
 And morning mercies from above 
 Gently distil like early dew. 
 
 2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night, 
 
 Great Guardian of my sleeping hours; 
 Thy sovereign word restores the light, 
 And quickens all my drowsy powers. 
 
 3 I yield my powers to Thy command ; 
 
 To Thee I consecrate my days ; 
 Perpetual blessings from Thy hand 
 Demand perpetual songs of praise. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1709. 
 I 20 I Before Work. L. M. 
 
 i Forth in Thy Name, O Lord, I go, 
 My daily labor to pursue; 
 Thee, only Thee, resolved to know 
 In all I think, or speak, or do. 
 
 2 The task Thy wisdom hath assigned 
 O let me cheerfully fulfil ; 
 
 In all my works Thy presence find, 
 And prove Thy good and perfect will. 
 
 3 Thee may I set at my right hand, 
 Whose eyes my inmost substance see ; 
 
 And labor on at Thy command, 
 And offer all my works to Thee. 
 
 4 Give me to bear Thine easy yoke, 
 And every moment watch and pray; 
 
 And still to things eternal look, 
 And hasten to Thy glorious day. 
 
 5 Fain would I still for Thee employ 
 
 Whate'er Thy bounteous grace hath given . 
 And run my course with even joy, 
 
 And closely walk with Thee to heaven. 
 
 Rev Charles Wesley. (1708 — 17SS ; 1749. ab. and alt. 
 XZU^ "Splendor patents glerice." L. M. 
 
 i O Jesus, Lord of light and grace, 
 Thou brightness of the Father's face, 
 Thou fountain of eternal light, 
 Whose beams disperse the shades of night : 
 
 2 Come holy Sun of heavenly love, 
 Come in Thy radiance from above, 
 And to our inward hearts convey 
 The Holy Spirit's cloudless ray. 
 
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 3 May He our actions deign to bless, 
 And loose the bonds of wickedness; 
 From sudden falls our feet defend, 
 And guide us safely to the end. 
 
 4. May faith, deep rooted in the soul, 
 Subdue our flesh, our minds control ; 
 May guile depart, and discord cease, 
 And all within be joy and peace. 
 
 5 O hallowed thus be every day; 
 Let meekness be our morning ray. 
 Our faith like noontide splendor glow, 
 Our souls the twilight never know. 
 
 Ambrose of Milan. (340 — 397.) 
 Tr. by Rev. John Chandler. (1806 — ) 1837. ab. and alt. 
 
 ^205 Morning Hymn. L. M. 
 
 1 LORD God of morning and of night, 
 We thank Thee for Thy gift of light : 
 As in the dawn the shadows fly 
 
 We seem to find Thee now more nigh. 
 
 2 Fresh hopes have wakened in the heart, 
 Fresh force to do our daily part ; 
 
 Thy thousand sleeps our strength restore, 
 A thousand-fold to serve Thee more. 
 
 3 Yet whilst Thy will we would pursue, 
 Oft what we would we cannot do ; 
 The sun may stand in zenith skies, 
 But on the soul thick midnight lies. 
 
 ■1-20^ '• Aurora jam spargit polum." L. M. 4- 
 
 1 The dawn is sprinkling in the east 
 
 Its golden shower, as day flows in; 
 Fast mount the pointed shafts of light: 
 Farewell to darkness and to sin. 
 
 2 So, Lord, when that last morning breaks, 
 
 Which shrouds in darkness earth andskies, 
 May it on us, low bending here, 
 Arrayed in joyful light arise. 
 
 Ambrosian 4th or 5th century. 
 Tr. by Rev. Edward Caswall. /i8i4 — ) 1849. ab. and alt 
 
 1204 Morning Hymn. L. M. 
 
 i In sleep's serene oblivion laid, 
 I safely passed the silent night ; 
 Again I see the breaking shade, 
 I drink again the morning light. 
 
 2 Xew-born, I bless the waking hour; 
 
 Once more, with awe, rejoice to be; 
 My conscious soul resumes her power, 
 And springs, my guardian God, to Thee. 
 
 3 O guide me through the various maze 
 
 My doubtful feet are doomed to tread ; ] 
 
 And spread Thy shield's protecting blaze, ; 
 
 When dangers press around my head. | 
 
 4 A deeper shade will soon impend, 
 
 A deeper sleep mine eyes oppress; 
 
 Yet then Thy strength shall still defend, 
 
 Thy goodness still delight to bless. 
 
 5 That deeper shade shall break away, 
 
 That deeper sleep shall leave mine eyes; 
 Thy light shall give eternal day, 
 Thy love, the rapture of the skies. 
 
 John Hawkesworth. (1715 — 1773.) 1773. 
 
 O Lord Of lights, 'tis Thou alone 
 Canst make our darkened hearts Thine own; 
 Though this new day with joy we see, 
 O dawn of God, we cry for Thee. 
 
 Praise God, our Maker and our Friend; 
 Praise Him through time, till time shall end ; 
 Till psalm and song His Name adore 
 Through Heaven's great day of Evermore. 
 
 Francis Turner Palgrave. (1S24 — ) 1867. 
 200 A Morning Prayer. L. M. 
 
 O Thou great Ruler of the sky, 
 Who art, and canst not cease to be, 
 
 Whose power and greatness never die, 
 We raise our morning prayer to Thee. 
 
 In the beginning of the day, 
 
 With the bright rising of the sun, 
 
 Direct the footsteps of our way, 
 Nor leave us till the day is done. 
 
 As hour succeeds to passing hour, 
 
 And duties every moment fill, 
 Uphold us by Thy mighty power. 
 
 And guide us by Thy heavenly will. 
 And thus, when all our days shall close, 
 
 And suns for us no more shall shine, 
 O may our souls in Thee repose, 
 
 And life and joy be one in Thine. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Cogswell Upham. (1799 — 1S72.) 1872. 
 20/ A Morning Song. CM. 
 
 Once more, my soul, the rising day 
 
 Salutes thy waking eyes; 
 Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay 
 
 To Him that rules the skies. 
 
3H 
 
 FAMILY WORSHIP. 
 
 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. 
 
 3 'Tis He supports my mortal frame; 
 
 My tongue shall speak His praise; 
 My sins would rouse His wrath to flame; 
 And yet His wrath delays. 
 
 4 A thousand wretched souls are fled 
 
 Since the last setting sun ; 
 And yet Thou lengthenest out my thread, 
 And yet my moments run. 
 
 5 Dear God, let all my hours be Thine, 
 
 While I enjoy the light: 
 Then shall my sun in smiles decline, 
 And bring a pleasant night. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1709. ab. 
 i <-, U O "Aetermi cwli gloria. " CM. 
 
 i Jesus, be near us when we wake; 
 And, at the break of day, 
 With Thy blest touch awake the soul, 
 Her meed of praise to pay. 
 
 2 The star that heralds in the morn 
 
 Is fading in the skies; 
 The darkness melts : O Thou true Light, 
 Once more on us arise. 
 
 3 Steep all our senses in Thy beam ; 
 
 The world's false night expel ; 
 Purge each defilement from the soul. 
 And in our bosoms dwell. 
 
 4 Come, early Faith, fix in our hearts 
 
 Thy root immovably : 
 Come, smiling Hope, and, greater still, 
 Come, heaven-born Charity. 
 
 5 To God the Father glory be, 
 
 And sole eternal Son ; 
 And glory, Holy Ghost, to Thee, 
 While endless ages run. 
 
 Ambrosian. 5th century. 
 Tr. by Rev. Edward Caswall. (18 14 — ) 1849. ab. 
 
 I 2O9 " y am i uc is or t sidcrc" C. M. 
 
 I 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 wora, nor aeed 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, 
 
 O Christ, securely fence 
 Our gates, beleaguered by the foe, 
 The gate of every sense. 
 
 4 And grant that to Thine honor, Lord, 
 
 Our daily toil may tend; 
 That we begin it at Thy word, 
 And in Thy favor end. 
 
 5 Now to our God, the Father, Son, 
 
 And Holy Spirit, sing: 
 With praise to God, the Three in One, 
 Let all creation ring. 
 
 Paris Breviary. 1736. 
 Tr. by Rev. John Henry Newman. (iSot — ) 1842. ab. and alt 
 
 L. M. 
 
 * " *• '■' A tigeis watching over us. 
 
 1 Inspirer and hearer of prayer, 
 
 Thou Shepherd and Guardian of Thine, 
 My all to Thy covenant care 
 
 I, sleeping and waking, resign : 
 If Thou art my Shield and my Sun, 
 
 The night is no darkness to me ; 
 And, fast as my moments roll on. 
 
 They bring me but nearer to Thee. 
 
 2 Thy ministering spirits descend, 
 
 And watch while Thy saints are asleep ; 
 By day and by night they attend, 
 
 The heirs of salvation to keep: 
 Bright seraphs. despatched from the throne. 
 
 Fly swift to their stations assigned, 
 And angels elect are sent down, 
 
 To guard the redeemed of mankind. 
 
 3 Thy worship no interval knows ; 
 
 Their fervor is still on the wing ; 
 And, while they protect my repose, 
 
 They chant to the praise of my King: 
 I, too, at the season ordained, 
 
 Their chorus for ever shall join ; 
 And love and adore, without end, 
 
 Their gracious Creator, and mine. 
 
 Rev. Augustus Montague Toplady (1740 — 1778.) 1774. alt 
 
 * ™ *■ ■*■ Christ near us through the Night. L. M. 
 
 1 What, though my frail eye-lids refuse 
 Continual watching to keep, 
 
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 And, punctual as midnight renews, 
 Demand the refreshment of sleep ? 
 
 A sovereign Protector I have, 
 Unseen, yet forever at hand ; 
 
 Unchangeably faithful to save, 
 Almighty to rule and command. 
 
 2 From evil secure, and its dread, 
 
 I rest, if my Saviour is nigh ; 
 And songs His kind presence, indeed, 
 
 Shall in the night-season supply : 
 He smiles, and my comforts abound ; 
 
 His grace, as the dew, shall descend; 
 And walls of salvation surround 
 
 The soul He delights to defend. 
 
 3 Kind Author, and Ground of my hope, 
 
 Thee, Thee for my God I avow ; 
 My glad Ebenezer set up, 
 
 And own Thou hast helped me till now : 
 I muse on the years that are past, 
 
 Wherein my defence Thou hast proved, 
 Nor wilt Thou relinquish, at last, 
 
 A sinner so signally loved. 
 
 Rev. Augustus Montague Toplady. 1774. 
 I 2 I 2 "Sweet Hour of Prayer." L. M. 
 
 1 Sweet hour of prayer,sweet hour of prayer. 
 That calls me from a world of care, 
 
 And bids me, at my Father's throne, 
 Make all my wants and wishes known : 
 In seasons of distress and grief, 
 My soul has often found relief, 
 And oft escaped the tempter's snare, 
 By thy return, sweet hour of prayer. 
 
 2 Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer, 
 Thy wings shall my petition bear 
 
 To Him, whose truth and faithfulness 
 Engage the waiting soul to bless: 
 And since He bids me seek His face, 
 Believe His word, and trust His grace, 
 I'll cast on Him my every care, 
 
 ^ ■*• «5 At Home with God everywhere. L. M. 
 
 i My Lord, how full of sweet content, 
 I pass my years ,of banishment: 
 Where'er I dwell, I dwell with Thee, 
 In heaven, in earth, or on the sea. 
 To me remains nor place nor time; 
 My country is in every clime : 
 I can be calm and free from care 
 On any shore, since God is there. 
 
 2 While place we seek, or place we shun, 
 The soul finds happiness in none; 
 But with a God to guide our way, 
 'T is equal joy, to go or stay. 
 Could I be cast where Thou art not, 
 That were indeed a dreadful lot ; 
 But regions none remote I call, 
 Secure of finding God in all. 
 
 Madame J. B. de la Motte Guyon. (164S— 1717.) 1702. 
 Tr. by William Cowper. (1731— 1800.) 1782. ab. and alt. 
 
 Evening Prayer /or Healing. 
 Mark i. 32. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 1214 
 
 1 At even, ere the sun was set," 
 
 The sick, O Lord, around Thee lay; 
 O in what divers pains they met, 
 
 O with what joy they went away. 
 Once more 'tis eventide, and we, 
 
 Oppressed with various ills, draw near : 
 What if Thy form we cannot see? 
 
 We know and feel that Thou art here. 
 
 2 O Saviour Christ, our woes dispel ; 
 
 For some are sick, and some are sad, 
 And some have never loved Thee well, 
 
 And some have lost the love they had ; 
 And none, O Lord, have perfect rest, 
 
 For none are wholly free from sin ; 
 And they who fain would serve Thee best, 
 
 Are conscious most of wroncr within. 
 
 And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer, 
 3 Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer, 3 9 Saviour Christ, Thou too art Man; 
 May I thy consolation share, 
 
 Till, from Mount Pisgah's lofty height, 
 I view my home, and take my flight : 
 This robe of flesh I'll drop, and rise, 
 To seize the everlasting prize ; 
 And shout, while passing through the air, 
 Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer. 
 
 Rev. W. W. Walford. 18.16. ab. 
 
 Thou hast been troubled, tempted, tried : 
 Thy kind but searching glance can scan 
 
 The very wounds that shame would hide ; 
 Thy touch has still its ancient power, 
 
 No word from Thee can fruitless fall ; 
 Hear in this solemn evening hour, 
 
 And in Thy mercy heal us all. 
 
 Rev. Henry Twells. (1823—) i863. ab. 
 
3i6 
 
 FAMILY WORSHIP. 
 
 I 2 I 5 A Morning Hymn. I I,IO,1 1,5. 
 
 t BEHOLD,the shade of night is now receding, 
 Kindling with splendors fair thedawn is glow- 
 ing. 
 With fervent hearts, O let usall implore Him, 
 Ruler Almighty: 
 
 2 That He, our God, will look on us in pity, 
 Send strength for weakness, grant us His 
 
 salvation, 
 And with a Father's pure affection give us 
 Glory eternal. 
 
 3 This grace O grant us, Godhead ever-bles- 
 
 sed, 
 Of Father, Son, and Holy Ghost in union, 
 Whose praises be through earth's most dis- 
 tant regions 
 
 Ever resounding. 
 
 Gregory. (540—604.) Tr. by Rev. Ray Palmer. (180S— ) 1871. 
 I 2 I O An Evening Hymn. 1 1 , IO, 1 1 ,5 
 
 1 'MlDeveningshadowsletusallbe watching, 
 Ever in psalms our deep devotion waking, 
 And with one voice hymns to the Lord, the 
 
 Saviour, 
 
 Sweetly be singing. 
 
 2 That to the Holy Kingour songs ascending, 
 We worthily, with all His saints, may enter 
 The heavenly temple, joyfully partaking 
 
 Life everlasting. 
 
 3This grace O grant us, Godhead ever-blessed, 
 Of Father, Son, and Holy Ghost in union, 
 Whose praises be through earth's most 
 distant regions 
 
 Ever resounding. 
 
 Gregory. Tr. by Rev. Ray Palmer. 1871. 
 ■*■ ™ + / Evening Prayer 8,4,8,4,8,8,4. 
 
 1 GOD, that madest earth and heaven, 
 
 Darkness and light; 
 Who the day for toil hast given, 
 
 For rest the night : 
 May Thine angel-guards defend us, 
 Slumber sweet Thy mercy send us, 
 Holy dreams and hopes attend us, 
 
 This livelong night. 
 
 2 And when morn again shall call us 
 
 To run life's way, 
 
 May we still, whate'er befall us, 
 
 Thy will obey: 
 From the power of evil hide us, 
 In the narrow pathway guide us, 
 Nor Thy smile be e'er denied us, 
 
 The livelong day. 
 
 3 Guard us waking, guard us sleeping, • 
 
 And when we die, 
 May we in Thy mighty keeping 
 
 All peaceful lie : 
 When the last dread call shall wake us, 
 Do not Thou our God forsake us, 
 But to reign in glory take us 
 
 With Thee on high. 
 
 Bp. Reginald Heber. (1783 — 1826.) 1827. v. 1. 
 Abp. Richard Whately. (17S7 — 1S63.) i860, vs. 2, 3. 
 
 I/)tQ " Strangers and Pilgrims." Q.II.IO.IO. 
 
 4*0 Heb. xi. 13. 
 
 1 I'M a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger; 
 I can tarry, I can tarry but a night; 
 Do not detain me, for I am going 
 
 To where the fountains are ever flowing: 
 I 'm a pilgrim, etc. 
 
 2 There the glory is ever shining : 
 
 O, my longing heart, my longing heart is 
 
 there ; 
 Here in this country so dark and dreary, 
 I long have wandered forlorn and weary. 
 
 3 There's the city to which I journey; 
 
 My Redeemer, my Redeemer is its light; 
 There is no sorrow, nor any sighing, 
 Nor any tears there, nor any dying. 
 
 Mrs. Mary S. B. Dana. (1810 — ) 1840. 
 
 The Hour 0/ Prayer. 
 Phil. iv. 6, 7. 
 
 8,8,8,4. 
 
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 i My God, is any hour so sweet, 
 
 From blush of morn to evening star, 
 As that which calls me to Thy feet, 
 The hour of prayer? 
 
 2 Blest is that tranquil hour of morn, 
 
 And blest that solemn hour of eve, 
 When, on the wings of prayer upborne, 
 The world I leave. 
 
 3 Then is my strength by Thee renewed; 
 
 Then are my sins by Thee forgiven; 
 Then dost Thou cheer my solitude 
 With hopes of heaven. 
 
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 4 Xo words can tell what sweet relief 
 
 Here for my every want I find ; 
 What strength for warfare, balm for grief, 
 What peace of mind. 
 
 5 Hushed is each doubt, gone every fear; 
 
 My spirit seems in heaven to stay; 
 And e'en the penitential tear 
 Is wiped away. 
 
 6 Lord, till I reach that blissful shore, 
 
 No privilege so dear shall be 
 As thus my inmost soul to pour 
 In. prayer to Thee. 
 
 Miss Charlotte Elliott. (1789 — 1S71.) 1834. 
 1220 Prayer to Christ. 8,8,8,4. 
 
 1 Jesus, my Saviour, look on me, 
 
 For I am weary and opprest; 
 I come to cast myself on Thee : 
 Thou art my Rest. 
 
 2 Look down on me, for I am weak, 
 
 I feel the toilsome journey's length ; 
 Thine aid omnipotent I seek : 
 Thou art my Strength. 
 
 3 I am bewildered on my way, 
 
 Dark and tempestuous is the night; 
 O send Thou forth some cheering ray : 
 Thou art my Light. 
 
 4 When Satan flings his fiery darts, 
 
 I look to Thee : my terrors cease; 
 Thy cross a hiding-place imparts : 
 Thou art my Peace, 
 
 5 Standing alone on Jordan's brink, 
 
 In that tremendous latest strife, 
 Thou wilt not suffer me to sink : 
 Thou art my Life. 
 
 6 Thou wilt my every want supply, 
 
 E'en to the end, whate'er befall ; 
 Through life, in death, eternally, 
 Thou art my All. 
 
 Rev. John Robert Macduff. 1833. 
 I 2 2 I « T ; ly Will be done." 8,8,8,4 
 
 I My God and Father, while I stray 
 Far from my home, on life's rough way, 
 O teach me from my heart to say, 
 Thy will be done. 
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 2 Renew my will from day to day; 
 Blend it with Thine, and take away 
 All that now makes it hard to say, 
 
 Thy will be done. 
 
 3 Then when on earth I breathe no mere, 
 The prayer oft mixed with tears before 
 I'll sing upon a happier shore : 
 
 Thy will be done. 
 
 Miss Charlotte Elliott. 1834. ab. 
 \.£££ An Evening Hymn. L. M. 
 
 i All praise to Thee, my God, this night, 
 For all the blessings of the light ; 
 Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, 
 Beneath Thine own almighty wings. 
 
 2 Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son, 
 The ill that I this day have done ; 
 That with the world, myself, and Thee ; 
 I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. 
 
 3 Teach me to live, that I may dread 
 The grave as little as my bed; 
 To die, that this vile body may 
 Rise - glorious at the awful day. 
 
 4 O may my soul on Thee repose, 
 
 And may sweet sleep my eyelids close ; 
 Sleep, that shall me more vigorous make, 
 To serve my God when I awake. 
 
 5 When in the night I sleepless lie, 
 
 My soul with heavenly thoughts supply 
 Let no ill dreams disturb my rest, 
 No powers of darkness me molest. 
 
 6 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. 
 
 Bp. Thomas Ken. (1637 — 1711.) 1697, 1709. ab. 
 
 An Evening Hymn. 
 Ps. iv. 
 
 L. M. 
 
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 i Thus far the Lord has led me on, 
 
 Thus far His power prolongs my days-, 
 And every evening shall make known 
 Some fresh memorial of His grace. 
 
 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. 
 
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 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 Faith in His name forbids my fear; 
 
 O may Thy presence ne'er depart; 
 And, in the morning, make me hear 
 The love and kindness of Thy heart. 
 
 5 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. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1709. ab. 
 
 l^^Zj. An Evening Hymn. L. M. 
 
 i Great God, to Thee my evening song 
 With humble gratitude I raise; 
 
 let Thy mercy tune my tongue, 
 And fill my heart with lively praise. 
 
 2 My days, unclouded as they pass, 
 
 And every gently rolling hour, 
 Are monuments of wondrous grace, 
 And witness to Thy love and power. 
 
 3 And yet this thoughtless, wretched heart, 
 
 Too oft regardless of Thy love, 
 Ungrateful, can from Thee depart, 
 And, fond of trifles, vainly rove. 
 
 4 Seal my forgiveness in the blood 
 
 Of Jesus; His dear name alone 
 
 1 plead for pardon, gracious God, 
 
 And kind acceptance at Thy throne. 
 
 5 Let this blest hope mine eyelids close ; 
 
 With sleep refresh my feeble frame ; 
 Safe in Thy care may I repose, 
 
 And wake with praises to Thy name. 
 
 Miss Anne Steele. (1717 — 1778.) 1760. ab. 
 I225 The Day-star from on high." S. M. 
 
 1 We lift our hearts to Thee, 
 
 Thou Day-star from on high; 
 The sun itself is but Thy shade, 
 Yet cheers both earth and sky. 
 
 2 O let Thy rising beams 
 
 Dispel the shades of night; 
 And let the glories of Thy love 
 Come like the morning light. 
 
 3 How beauteous nature now, 
 
 How dark and sad before : 
 With joy we view the pleasing change 
 And nature's God adore. 
 
 4 May we this life improve 
 
 To mourn for errors past ; 
 And live, this short, revolving day, 
 As if it were our last. 
 
 Rev. John Wesley? (1703 — 1791.) 1741. ab. andalL 
 I220 " Still with Thee." S. M. 
 
 i Still, still with Thee, my God, 
 I would desire to be : 
 By day, by night, at home, abroad, 
 I would be still with Thee. 
 
 2 With Thee, when dawn comes in, 
 
 And calls me back to care, 
 Each day returning to begin 
 With Thee, my God, in prayer. 
 
 3 With Thee amid the crowd 
 
 That throngs the busy mart, 
 To hear Thy voice, 'mid clamor loud, 
 Speak softly to my heart. 
 
 4 With Thee, when day is done, 
 
 And evening calms the mind; 
 The setting, as the rising, sun 
 With Thee my heart would find. 
 
 5 With Thee, when darkness brings 
 
 The signal of repose, 
 Calm in the shadow of Thy wings, 
 Mine eyelids I would close. 
 
 6 With Thee, in Thee, by faith 
 
 Abiding I would be; 
 By day, by night, in life, in death, 
 I would be still with Thee. 
 
 Rev. James Drummond Burns. (1823 — 1864.) 1856. si. alt 
 
 For a Lord' s-Day Morning. 
 Ps. xix. 
 
 S. M. 
 
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 1 Behold, the morning sun 
 
 Begins his glorious way; 
 His beams through all the nations run, 
 And life and light convey. 
 
 2 But where the Gospel comes, 
 
 It spreads diviner light ; 
 It calls dead sinners from their tombs, 
 And gives the blind their sight. 
 
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 3 How perfect is Thy word, 
 
 And all Thy judgments just; 
 For ever sure Thy promise, Lord, 
 And men securely trust. 
 
 4. My gracious God, how plain 
 Are Thy directions given : 
 O may I never read in vain, 
 But find the path to heaven. 
 
 5 While with my heart and tongue 
 I spread Thy praise abroad, 
 Accept the worship and the song, 
 My Saviour and my God. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1719. ab. 
 I 2 2 O On going to Rest. S. M. 
 
 1 THE day is past and gone, 
 
 The evening shades appear; 
 O may I ever keep in mind, 
 The night of death draws near. 
 
 2 I lay my garments by, 
 
 Upon my bed to rest; 
 So death will soon remove me hence, 
 And leave my soul undressed. 
 
 3 Lord, keep me safe this night, 
 
 Secure from all my fears ; 
 May angels guard me, while I sleep, 
 Till morning light appears. 
 
 4 And when I early rise, 
 
 To view th' unwearied sun, 
 May I set out to win the prize, 
 And after glory run: 
 
 5 That when my days are past, 
 
 And I from time remove, 
 Lord, I may in Thy bosom rest, 
 The bosom of Thy love. 
 
 Rev. John Leland. (1754 — 1841.) 1799. 
 
 I /->-->/-* " Hath not where to lay His Head." S. M. 
 <"9 Luke ix. 58. 
 
 i Almighty God, to-night 
 To Thee for help we pray; 
 To whom the darkness is as light, 
 And midnight like the day. 
 
 2 Thy tender love and care 
 Prepares our peaceful bed; 
 But Thou, O Saviour, hadst not where 
 To lay Thy blessed head. 
 
 3 O keep us now from harm, 
 
 As Thou hast done before ; 
 And let Thine everlasting arm 
 Be round us evermore. 
 
 4 Let holy angels stand 
 
 About us every night, 
 Until they bear us to the land 
 Of everlasting light. 
 
 5 From men below the skies, 
 
 And all the heavenly host, 
 
 To God the Father praise arise, 
 
 The Son and Holy Ghost. 
 
 Rev. John Mason Neale. (1818— 1866.) 1854. 
 1230 The final Rest. S. M. 
 
 1 The day is past and gone, 
 
 Great God, we bow to Thee ; 
 Again, as shades of night steal on, 
 Unto Thy Side we flee. 
 
 2 O when shall that day come, 
 
 Ne'er sinking in the west, 
 That country and that happy home, 
 Where none shall break our rest; 
 
 3 Where all things shall be peace, 
 
 And pleasure without end, 
 And golden harps, that never cease, 
 With joyous hymns shall blend ; 
 
 4 Where we, preserved beneath 
 
 The shelter of Thy wing, 
 For evermore Thy praise shall breathe, 
 And of Thy mercy sing. 
 
 5 To God the Father praise, 
 
 And to the Eternal Son, 
 And to the Holy Ghost always, 
 Co-equal Three in One. 
 
 ' Rev. William John Blew. 1840. 
 1 23 I Evening Twilight. CM. 
 
 1 I love to steal awhile away 
 
 From every cumbering care, 
 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. 
 
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 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 doth 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. 
 
 Mrs. Phoebe Hinsdale Brown. (1783 — 1S61.) 1824. 
 1232 Evening Twilight. CM. 
 
 1 Hail, tranquil hour of closing day, 
 
 Begone, disturbing care ; 
 And look, my soul, from earth away 
 To Him who heareth prayer. 
 
 2 How sweet the tear of penitence, 
 
 Before His throne of grace, 
 While, to the contrite spirit's sense, 
 He shows His smiling face. 
 
 3 How sweet, thro' long-remembered years, 
 
 His mercies to recall, 
 And pressed with wants, and griefs, andfears, 
 To trust His love for all. 
 
 4 How sweet to look, in thoughtful hope, 
 
 Beyond this fading sky, 
 And hear Him call His children up 
 To His fair home on high. 
 
 § Calmly the day forsakes our heaven 
 To dawn beyond the west ; 
 So let my soul, in life's last even, 
 Retire to glorious rest. 
 
 Rev. Leonard Bacon. (1802 — ) 1845. 
 
 TO 00 " H c knaweth the Way that I take." CM. 
 --"OO Job xxiii. 10. 
 
 1 The twilight falls, the night is near, 
 
 I fold my work away, 
 \nd kneel to One who bends to hear 
 The story of the day. 
 
 2 The old, old story; yet I kneel 
 
 To tell it at Thy call. 
 And cares grow lighter as I feel 
 That Jesus knows them all. 
 
 3 Thou knowest all : I lean my head; 
 
 My weary eyelids close ; 
 Content and glad awhile to tread 
 This path, since Jesus knows. 
 
 4 And He has loved me : All my heart 
 
 With answering love is stirred, 
 And every anguished pain and smart 
 Finds healing in the word. 
 
 5 So here I lay me down to rest, 
 
 As nightly shadows fall, 
 And lean confiding on His breast 
 Who knows and pities all. 
 
 Unknown Author. 
 
 A n Evening Psalm. 
 Ps. iv. 
 
 C M. 
 
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 1 Lord, Thou wilt hear me when I pray, 
 
 1 am forever Thine; 
 I fear before Thee all the day, 
 Nor would I dare to sin. 
 
 2 And while I rest my weary head, 
 
 From cares and business free, 
 'Tis sweet conversing on my bed 
 With my own heart and Thee. 
 
 3 I pay this evening sacrifice; 
 
 And when my work is done, 
 Great God, my faith and hope relies 
 Upon Thy grace alone. 
 
 4 Thus with my thoughts composed to peace, 
 
 I'll give mine eyes to sleep; 
 Thy hand in safety keeps my days, 
 And will my slumbers keep. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1719. 
 l^jj An Evening Song. CM. 
 
 1 Dread Sovereign, let my evening song 
 
 Like holy incense rise ; 
 Assist the offerings of my tongue 
 To reach the lofty skies. 
 
 2 Through all the dangers of the day 
 
 Thy hand was still my guard; 
 And still to drive my wants away 
 Thy mercy stood prepared. 
 
 3 Perpetual blessings from above 
 
 Encompass me around ; 
 But O how few returns of love 
 Hath my Creator found. 
 
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 4 What have I done for Him that died 
 
 To save my wretched soul? 
 How are my follies multiplied, 
 Fast as the minutes roll. 
 
 5 Lord, with this guilty heart of mine, 
 
 To Thy dear cross I flee, 
 And to Thy grace my soul resign 
 To be renewed by Thee. 
 
 6 Sprinkled afresh with pardoning blood, 
 
 I lay me down to rest, 
 As in the embraces of my God, 
 Or on my Saviour's breast. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1709. 
 1 23^ Evening Worship. C. M. 
 
 1 O LORD, another day is flown, 
 
 And we, a lonely band, 
 Are met once more before Thy throne, 
 To bless Thy fostering hand. 
 
 2 And wilt Thou bend a listening ear 
 
 To praises low as ours? 
 Thou wilt, for Thou dost love to hear 
 The song which meekness pours. 
 
 3 O let Thy grace perform its part, 
 
 And let contention cease; 
 And shed abroad in every heart 
 Thine everlasting peace. 
 
 4 Thus chastened, cleansed, entirely Thine,'-, 
 
 A flock by Jesus led, 
 The Sun of righteousness shall shine 
 In glory on our head. 
 
 5 And Thou wilt turn our wandering feet, 
 
 And Thou wilt bless our way ; 
 ill worlds shall fade, and faith shall greet 
 The dawn of lasting day. 
 
 Henry Kirke White. (17S5— 1806.) 1803. ab. and si. alt. 
 
 From the sword, at noonday wasting, 
 From the noisome pestilence, 
 
 In the depth of midnight, blasting, 
 God shall be thy sure defence. 
 
 God shall charge His angel legions 
 Watch and ward o'er thee to keep ; 
 
 Though thou walk through hostile regions, 
 Though in desert wilds thou sleep. 
 
 Since, with pure and firm affection, 
 Thou on God hast set thy love, 
 
 With the wings of His protection 
 He will shield thee from above. 
 
 Thou shalt call on Him in trouble, 
 He will hearken, He will save; 
 
 Here for grief reward thee double, 
 Crown with life beyond the grave. 
 
 James Montgomery. (1771 — 1S54.) 1822. ab. 
 
 TOOl Safety in God. 8,7, 
 
 •*■ " O / ? s - xc '- 
 
 1 Call Jehovah thy salvation, 
 
 Rest beneath th' Almighty's shade, 
 In His secret habitation 
 
 Dwell, and never be dismayed. 
 
 2 There nc tumult can alarm thee, 
 
 Thou shalt dread no hidden snare; 
 Guile nor violence can harm thee, 
 In eternal safeguard there. 
 
 11-% fj O Our Need of God. g 7, 
 
 ^0° Ps. cxxviL 
 
 1 Vainly through night's weary hours, 
 Keep we watch, lest foes alarm ; 
 
 Vain our bulwarks, and our towers, 
 But for God's protecting arm. 
 
 2 Vain were all our toil and labor, 
 Did not God that labor bless ; 
 
 Vain, without His grace and favor, 
 Every talent we possess. 
 
 Vainer still the hope of heaven, 
 That on human strength relies; 
 
 But to Him shall help be given, 
 Who in humble faith applies. 
 
 Seek we, then, the Lord's Anointed ; 
 
 He will grant us peace and rest: 
 Ne'er was suppliant disappointed, 
 
 Who through Christ his prayer addressed. 
 
 Miss Harriet Auber. (1773 — 1862.) 1829. 
 
 ■••^O" An Evening Prayer. 8,7. 
 
 1 Hear my prayer, O heavenly Father, 
 
 Ere I lay me down to sleep : 
 Bid Thine angels, pure and holy, 
 Round my bed their vigil keep. 
 
 2 Great my sins are, but Thy mercy 
 
 Far outweighs them every one; 
 Down before Thy cross I cast them, 
 Trusting in Thy help alone. 
 
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 3 Keep me, through this night of peril, 
 
 Underneath its boundless shade; 
 Take me to Thy rest, I pray Thee, 
 When my pilgrimage is made. 
 
 4 None shall measure out Thy patience 
 
 By the span of human thought ; 
 None shall bound the tender mercies 
 Which Thy holy Son has brought. 
 
 5 Pardon all my past transgressions; 
 
 Give me strength for days to come ; 
 Guide and guard me with Thy blessing, 
 Till Thine angels bid me home. 
 
 Miss Harriet Parr. 1856. si. alt. 
 1240 Sacred Memories. 8,7. 
 
 i Silently the shades of evening 
 Gather round my lowly door; 
 Silently they bring before me 
 Faces I shall sec no more. 
 
 2 O the lost, the unforgotten, 
 
 Though the world be oft forgot; 
 O the shrouded and the lonely, 
 In our hearts they perish not. 
 
 3 Living in the silent hours 
 
 Where our spirits only blend; 
 They, unlinked with earthly trouble, 
 Wc, stili hoping for its end. 
 
 4 How such holy memories cluster, 
 
 Like the stars when storms are past ; 
 Pointing up to that far heaven 
 Wc may hope to gain at last. 
 
 C C. Cox. 1848. 
 
 1 2 4 I On going to Rest. 8,7. 
 
 i 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 arc safe, if Thou art nigh. 
 
 3 Though the night be da^k and dreary, 
 
 Darkness cannot hide from Thee; 
 Thou art He who, never weary, 
 Watche.st where Thy people be. 
 
 4 Should swift death this night o'ertake us, 
 And our couch become our tomb, 
 May the morn in heaven awake us, 
 Clad in light and deathless bloom. 
 
 James Edmcston. (1791 — 1867.) 1820. 
 I242 Evening Shadows. 8,7 
 
 1 Tarry with me, O my Saviour, 
 
 For the day is passing by; 
 See, the shades of evening gather, 
 And the night is drawing nigh. 
 
 2 Deeper, deeper grow the shadows, 
 
 Paler now the glowing west ; 
 Swift the night of death advances; 
 Shall it be the night of rest? 
 
 3 Feeble, trembling, fainting, dying, 
 Lord, I cast myself on Thee ; 
 
 Tarry with me through the darkness ; 
 While I sleep, still watch by me. 
 
 4 Tarry with me, O my Saviour; 
 
 Lay my head upon Thy breast 
 Till the morning, then awake me, — 
 Morning of eternal rest. 
 
 Mrs. Caroline Sprague Smith. 1855. ab. 
 tO Be ye also ready. 8, 7. 
 
 1 Days and moments quickly flying 
 
 Blend the living with the dead; 
 Soon shall we who sing be lying 
 Each within our narrow bed. 
 
 2 Jesus, infinite Redeemer, 
 
 Maker of this mighty frame ; 
 Teach, O teach us to remember 
 What we are, and whence we came. 
 
 3 Grant us grace, that whatsoever 
 
 May befall us, we may be 
 Ready for Thy solemn summons, 
 And in joy to answer Thee. 
 
 Rev. Edward Caswall. (1814 — ) 1849. ab. and alt 
 *™4t " Te lucis ante terminum." 7 
 
 t ERE the waning light decay, 
 God of all, to Thee wc pray, 
 Thee Thy healthful grace to send, 
 Thee to guard us and defend. 
 
 2 Guard from dreams that may affright; 
 Guard from terrors of the night | 
 Guard from fics, without, within . 
 Outward danger, inward sin. ,-j 
 
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 3 Mindful of our only stay, 
 Duly thus to Thee we pray; 
 Duly thus to Thee we raise 
 Trophies of our grateful praise. 
 
 4 Hear the prayer, almighty King; 
 Hear Thy praises while we sing, 
 Hymning with Thy heavenly host, 
 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 
 
 Ambrose of Milan. (340—397.) 
 Tr. by Bp. Richard Mant (1776— 1848.) 1837. 
 
 I . _i " Tlie Lord is Thy Keeper." 7 
 
 ^45 Ps cxxi. 5. 
 
 i Every morning mercies new 
 Fall as fresh as morning dew; 
 Every morning let us pay 
 Tribute with the early day; 
 For Thy mercies, Lord, are sure ; 
 Thy compassion doth endure. 
 
 2 Still the greatness of Thy love 
 Daily doth our sins remove ; 
 Daily, far as east from west, 
 Lifts the burden from the breast ; 
 Gives unbought to those who pray 
 Strength to stand in evil day. 
 
 3 Let our prayers each morn prevail, 
 That these gifts may never fail; 
 And, as we confess the sin 
 
 And the tempter's power within, 
 Feed us with the Bread of Life; 
 Fit us for our daily strife. 
 
 4 As the morning light returns, 
 As the sun with splendor burns, 
 Teach us still to turn to Thee, 
 Ever blessed Trinity, 
 
 With our hands our hearts to raise, 
 In unfailing prayer and praise. 
 
 Rev. Horatius Bonar. (1808 — ) 1GC8. 
 
 I24O Tlie fading Light. ', 
 
 i Softly now the light of day 
 
 Fades upon my sight away ; 
 
 Free from care, from labor free, 
 
 Lord, I would commune with Thee. 
 2 Thou, whose all-pervading eye 
 
 Naught escapes, without, within, 
 
 Pardon each infirmity, 
 
 Open fault, and secret sin. 
 oon, for me, the light of day 
 
 Shall forever pass away : 
 
 Then, from sin and sorrow free, 
 Take me, Lord, to dwell with Thee. 
 
 4 Thou who, sinless, yet hast known 
 All of man's infirmity; 
 Then, from Thine eternal throne, 
 Jesus, look with pitying eye. 
 
 Bp. George Washington Doane. (1799 — 1859.) 1824. 
 I247 Morning Prayer. 7. 61. 
 
 i In this calm impressive hour, 
 
 Let my prayer ascend on high; 
 God of mercy, God of power, 
 
 Hear me, when to Thee I cry: 
 Hear me from Thy lofty throne, 
 For the sake of Christ, Thy Son. 
 
 2 With the morning's early ray, 
 
 While the shades of night depart, 
 Let Thy beams of light convey 
 
 Joy and gladness to my heart : 
 Now o'er all my steps preside, 
 And for all my wants provide. 
 
 3 O what joy that word affords, 
 
 "Thou shalt reign o'er all the earth;" 
 King of kings, and Lord of lords, 
 
 Send Thy Gospel-heralds forth: 
 Now begin Thy boundless sway. 
 Usher in the glorious day. 
 
 Thomas Hastings. (1784 — 1872.) 1831. 
 
 I24o Eveni?ig Hymn. 7 . 5\. 
 
 1 Now from labor and from care 
 
 Evening hours have set me free, 
 In the work of praise and prayer, 
 
 Lord, I would converse with Thee : 
 O behold me from above, 
 Fill me with a Saviour's love. 
 
 2 Sin and sorrow, guilt and woe 
 Wither all my earthly joys; 
 
 Naught can charm me here below, 
 But my Saviour's melting voice: 
 Lord, forgive, Thy grace restore, 
 Make me Thine for evermore. 
 
 For the blessings of this day, 
 For the mercies of this hour, 
 
 For the gospel's cheering ray, 
 
 For the Spirit's quickening power, 
 
 Grateful notes to Thee I raise: 
 
 O accept the song of praise. 
 
 Thomas Hastings. 1831 
 
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 12 49 Evening 7- 6 1- 
 
 1 Father, by Thy love and power, 
 Comes again the evening hour; 
 Light has vanished, labors cease, 
 Weary creatures rest in peace : 
 We to Thee ourselves resign, 
 Let our latest thoughts be Thine. 
 
 2 Saviour, to Thy Father bear 
 This our feeble evening prayer; 
 Thou hast seen how oft to-day 
 We, like sheep, have gone astray; 
 Blessed Saviour, we, through Thee, 
 Pray that we may pardoned be. 
 
 3 Holy Spirit, Breath of balm, 
 Fall on us in evening's calm ; 
 Yet awhile, before we sleep, 
 We with Thee will vigil keep. 
 Melt our spirits, mould our will, 
 Soften, strengthen, comfort still. 
 
 4 Blessed Trinity, be near 
 
 Through the hours of darkness drear; 
 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
 Round us set th' angelic host, 
 Till the flood of morning rays 
 Wake us to a song of praise. 
 
 Prof. Joseph Anstice. (1S08 — 1836.) 1S36. ab. and alt. 
 
 1250 The Frailty of Life. CM. 
 
 1 Thee we adore, Eternal Name, 
 
 And humbly own to Thee 
 
 How feeble is our mortal frame, 
 
 What dying worms are we. 
 
 2 The year rolls round, and steals away 
 
 The breath that first it gave ; 
 Whate'er we do, where'er we be, 
 We're travelling to the grave. 
 
 3 Great God, on what a slender thread 
 
 Hang everlasting things; 
 The eternal state of all the dead 
 Upon life's feeble strings. 
 
 4 Infinite joy, or endless woe, 
 
 Attends on every breath ; 
 And yet how unconcerned we go 
 Upon the brink of death. 
 
 5 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense, 
 
 To walk this dangerous road; 
 
 And if our souls are hurried hence, 
 May they be found with God. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1709. ab. 
 
 In m* -r Let us eauake. C. M, 
 
 ^O Rum. xiii. 11. 
 
 1 Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes 
 
 And raise your voices high; 
 Awake, and praise the sovereign love, 
 That shows salvation nigh. 
 
 2 Swift on the wings of time it flies, 
 
 Each moment brings it near; 
 Then welcome, each declining day, 
 Welcome,each closing year. 
 
 3 Not many years their round shall run, 
 
 Not many mornings rise, 
 Ere all its glories stand revealed 
 To our admiring eyes. 
 
 4 Ye wheels of nature, speed your course, 
 Ye mortal powers, decay, 
 
 Fast as ye bring the night of death, 
 Ye bring eternal day. 
 
 Rev. Philip Doddridge. (1702 — 1751.) 1755. 
 
 God in Naticre. 
 Ps. lxv. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 1252 
 
 1 'T IS by Thy strength the mountains stand, 
 
 God of eternal power ; 
 The sea grows calm at Thy command, 
 And tempests cease to roar. 
 
 2 Thy morning light and evening shade 
 
 Successive comforts bring; 
 Thy plenteous fruits make harvest glad, 
 Thy flowers adorn the spring. 
 
 3 Seasons and times, and moons and hours, 
 
 Heaven, earth, and air are Thine; 
 When clouds distil in fruitful showers, 
 The author is divine. 
 
 4 Those wandering cisterns in the sky, 
 
 Borne by the winds around, 
 With watery treasures well supply 
 The furrows of the ground. 
 
 5 The thirsty ridges drink their fill, 
 
 And ranks of corn appear; 
 Thy ways abound with blessings still, 
 Thy goodness crowns the year. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1719. 
 
TIMES AND SEASONS. 
 
 325 
 
 1253 Sfrtng. C. M. 
 
 1 LORD, in Thy Name Thy servants plead, 
 
 And Thou hast sworn to hear; 
 Thine is the harvest, Thine the seed, 
 The fresh and fading year. 
 
 2 Our hope, when autumn winds blew wild, 
 
 We trusted, Lord, with Thee; 
 And still, now spring has on us smiled, 
 We wait on Thy decree. 
 
 3 The former and the latter rain, 
 
 The summer sun and air, 
 The green ear, and the golden grain. 
 All Thine, are ours by prayer. 
 
 4 Thine too by right, and ours by grace, 
 
 The wondrous growth unseen, 
 The hopes that soothe, the fears that brace. 
 The love that shines serene. 
 
 5 So grant the precious things brought forth 
 
 By sun and moon below, 
 That Thee, in Thy new heaven and earth, 
 We never may forego. 
 
 Rev. John Keble. (1792 — 1866.) 1857. 
 
 Winter and Spring 
 Ps. cxlvii. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 1254 
 
 1 With songs and honors sounding loud, 
 
 Address the Lord on high : 
 Over the heavens He spreads His cloud, 
 And waters veil the sky. 
 
 2 He sends His showers of blessings down, 
 
 To cheer the plains below; 
 He makes the grass the mountains crown, 
 And corn in valleys grow. 
 
 3 His steady counsels change the face 
 
 Of the declining year ; 
 He bids the sun cut short his race, 
 And wintry days appear. 
 
 4 His hoary frost, His fleecy snow, 
 
 Descend and clothe the ground; 
 The liquid streams forbear to flow, 
 In icy fetters bound. 
 
 5 He sends His word and melts the snow, 
 
 The fields no longer mourn ; 
 He calls the warmer gales to blow, 
 And bids the spring return. 
 
 6 The changing wind, the flying cloud, 
 Obey His mighty word: 
 With songs and honors sounding loud, 
 Praise ye the sovereign Lord. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1719. ab. 
 I255 Seed-time and Harvest. CM. 
 
 i Fountain of mercy, God of love, 
 How rich Thy bounties are ; 
 The rolling seasons, as they move, 
 Proclaim Thy constant care. 
 
 2 When in the bosom of the earth 
 
 The sower hid the grain, 
 Thy goodness marked its secret birth, 
 And sent the early rain. 
 
 3 The spring's sweet influence was Thine, 
 
 The plants in beauty grew ; 
 Thou gav'st refulgent suns to shine, 
 And mild refreshing dew. 
 
 4 These various mercies from above 
 
 Matured the swelling grain; 
 A yellow harvest crowns Thy love, 
 And plenty fills the plain. 
 
 5 Seed-time and harvest, Lord, alone 
 
 Thou dost on man bestow ; 
 Let him not then forget to own 
 From whom his blessings flow. 
 
 Mrs. Alice Flowerdew. (1759 — 1830.) 1811. ab. 
 
 For Neiu Year's Day. 
 Ps. lxv. 11. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 1256 
 
 1 Eternal Source of every joy, 
 
 Well may Thy praise our lips employ, 
 While in Thy temple we appear, 
 Whose goodness crowns the circling year. 
 
 2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll, 
 
 Thy hand supports and guides the whole ; 
 The sun is taught by Thee to rise, 
 And darkness when to veil the skies. 
 
 3 The flowery spring, at Thy command, 
 Perfumes the air and paints the land; 
 The summer rays with vigor shine, 
 To raise tlie corn and cheer the vine. 
 
 4 Thy hand in autumn richly pours 
 Through all our coasts redundant stores; 
 And winters, softened by Thy care, 
 
 No more a face of horror wear. 
 
326 
 
 TIMES AND SEASONS, 
 
 5 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days, 
 Demand successive songs of praise ; 
 And be the grateful homage paid, 
 
 With morning light and evening shade. 
 
 6 Here in Thy house let incense rise, 
 And circling sabbaths bless our eyes; 
 Till to those lofty heights we soar, 
 Where days and years revolve no more. 
 
 Rev. Philip Doddridge (1702 — 1751.) 1755- ab. and alt. 
 
 1<y £ hj Help obtained oj God. L. M. 
 
 * J / Acts xxvi. 22. 
 
 1 GREAT God, we sing that mighty hand 
 By which supported still we stand : 
 The opening year Thy mercy shows; 
 Let mercy crown it till it close. 
 
 2 By day, by night, at home, abroad, 
 Still we are guided by our God; 
 By His incessant bounty fed, 
 
 By His unerring counsel led. 
 
 3 With grateful hearts the past we own ; 
 The future, all to us unknown, 
 
 We to Thy guardian care commit, 
 And peaceful leave before Thy feet. 
 
 4 In scenes exalted or deprest, 
 
 Be Thou our joy, and Thou our rest; 
 Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise, 
 Adored through all our changing days. 
 
 Rev. Philip Doddridge. 1755 ab. and alt. 
 
 I25o New year. 
 
 i Another year, another year 
 
 Hath sped its flight on silent wing ; 
 And all that marked its brief career 
 Hath passed from mortal reckoning. 
 
 2 Lord, for Thy grace and patient love, 
 
 Unwearied still, and still the same, 
 For all our hopes of joy above, 
 
 We laud and bless Thy Holy Name. 
 
 3 We bless Thee for each happy soul, 
 
 Throughout another fleeting year, 
 Or by Thy quickening grace made whole, 
 Or parted in Thy faith and fear. 
 
 4 Still bear with us, and bless us still; 
 
 And, while in this dark world we stay, 
 O let us love Thy sacred will, 
 O let us keep Thy narrow way. 
 
 5 So, when the rolling stream of time 
 Hath opened to a boundless sea, 
 Loud will we raise that song sublime, 
 " All power and glory be to Thee." 
 
 Rev. Richard Frederick Littledale. (1833—) 1867. 
 1259 New Year's Day. II, 5- 
 
 i 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 labor 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 O that each in the day 
 Of His coming might say, 
 
 "I have fought my way through, 
 "I have finished the work Thou didst give 
 me to do." 
 O that each from his Lord 
 May receive the glad word, 
 ''Well and faithfully done, 
 "Enter into My joy, and sit down on My 
 throne." 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708 — 1788.) 1750. 
 
 1260 
 
 11,5- 
 
 Speeding Jwnuward. 
 
 1 Come, let us anew 
 Our journey pursue, 
 With vigor arise, 
 
 And press to our permanent place in the skies. 
 Of heavenly birth, 
 Though wandering on earth, 
 This is not our place, 
 
 But strangers and pilgrims ourselves we con- 
 fess. 
 
 2 No longing we find 
 For the countrv behind; 
 But onward we move, 
 
 [And still we are seeking a country abc , 
 
TIMES AN 
 
 SEASONS 
 
 327 
 
 A country of joy 
 Without any alloy, 
 We thither repair ; 
 Our hearts and our treasure already are there. 
 
 3 The rougher our way, 
 
 The shorter our stay ; 
 
 The troubles that come 
 Shall come to our rescue, and hasten us home. 
 
 The fiercer the blast, 
 
 The sooner 'tis past; 
 
 The tempests that rise 
 Shall serve but to hurry our souls to the skies. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. 1749. ab. and alt. 
 I 20 I Time /tow swift. 7- V- 
 
 1 While with ceaseless course the sun 
 
 Hasted through the former year, 
 Many souls their race have run, 
 
 Never more to meet us here : 
 Fixed 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; 
 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. 
 
 Rev. John Newton. (1725 — 1807.) 1779. 
 
 7. D. 
 
 1202 fke close 0/ the Year. 
 
 I THOU who roil'st the year around, 
 
 Crowned with mercies large and free, 
 Rich Thy gifts to us abound, 
 
 Warm our thanks shall rise to Thee: 
 
 Kindly to our worship bow, 
 
 While our grateful praises swell, 
 
 That, sustained by Thee, we now 
 Bid the parting year farewell. 
 
 All its numbered days are sped, 
 
 All its busy scenes are o'er, 
 All its joys for ever fled, 
 
 All its sorrows felt no more : 
 Mingled with th' eternal past, 
 
 Its remembrance shall decay ; 
 Yet to be revived at last 
 
 At the solemn judgment-day. 
 
 All our follies, Lord, forgive ; 
 
 Cleanse each heart and make us Thine; 
 Let Thy grace within us live, 
 
 As our future suns decline; 
 Then, when life's last eve shall come, 
 
 Happy spirits, let us fly 
 To our everlasting home, 
 
 To our Father's house on high.. 
 
 Rev. Ray Palmer. (180S— ) 1S32. 
 
 7.D. 
 
 *-^^*0 For New Year's Eve. 
 
 I FOR Thy mercy and Thy grace, 
 Faithful through another year, 
 Hear our songs of thankfulness, 
 Father and Redeemer, hear. 
 
 2 In our weakness and distress, 
 
 Rock of strength, be Thou our stay; 
 In the pathless wilderness 
 Be our true and living way. 
 
 3 Who of us death's awful road 
 
 In the coming year shall tread? 
 With Thy rod and staff, O God, 
 Comfort Thou his dying bed. 
 
 4 Keep us faithful, keep us pure, 
 
 Keep us evermore Thine own; 
 Help Thy servants to endure, 
 Fit us for the promised crown. 
 
 5 So within Thy palace gate 
 
 We shall praise, on golden strings, 
 Thee, the only Potentate, 
 
 Lord of lords, and King of kings. 
 
 Rev. Henry Downton. (1S1S— ) 1839. ab. 
 
328 
 
 LIFE AND DEATH. 
 
 1204 Jordan's Strand. 8,7. 
 
 •I My days are gliding swiftly by, 
 And I, a pilgrim stranger, 
 Would not detain them, as they fly, 
 Those hours of toil and danger: 
 Clio. For, O we stand on Jordan's strand; 
 Our friends are passing over; 
 And just before, the shining shore 
 We may almost discover. 
 
 2 We '11 gird our loins, my brethren dear, 
 
 Our heavenly home discerning; 
 Our absent Lord has left us word, 
 "Let every lamp be burning:" Clio. 
 
 3 Should coming days be cold and dark, 
 
 We need not cease our singing; 
 That perfect rest nought can molest, 
 Where golden harps are ringing: Cho. 
 
 4 Let sorrow's rudest tempest blow, 
 
 Each cord on earth to sever; 
 Our King says, "Come!" and there's our 
 home, 
 Forever, O for ever. Clio. 
 
 Rev. David Nelson. (1793 — 1844.) 1835. 
 I2O5 Earth and Heaven. L. M . 
 
 1 How vain is all beneath the skies, 
 
 How transient every earthly bliss; 
 How slender all the fondest ties, 
 
 That bind us to a world like this. 
 The evening cloud, the morning dew, 
 
 The withering grass, the fading flower, 
 Of earthly hopes are emblems true, 
 
 The glory of a passing hour. 
 
 2 But though earth's fairest blossoms die, 
 
 And all beneath the skies is vain, 
 There is a land, whose confines lie 
 
 Beyond the reach of care and pain. 
 Then let the hope of joys to come 
 
 Dispel our cares, and chase our fears : 
 If God be ours, we're travelling home, 
 
 Though passing through a vale of tears. 
 
 Rev. David Everard Frod. 1828. 
 
 And we shall be with those that rest 
 Asleep within the tomb. 
 Clio. Then, O my Lord, prepare 
 
 My soul for that great day ; 
 O wash me in Thy precious blood, 
 And take my sins away. 
 A few more storms shall beat 
 On this wild, rocky shore; 
 And we shall be where tempests cease, 
 And surges swell no more. Clio. 
 
 3 A few more struggles here, 
 A few more partings o'er, 
 A few more toils, a few more tears, 
 And we shall weep no more. Cho. 
 
 'Tis but a little while 
 
 And He shall come again, 
 Who died that we might live, who lives 
 
 That we with Him may reign. Cho. 
 
 Rev. Horatius Bonar. (1808 — ) 1857. ab. 
 
 The Uncertainty 0/ Life. 
 James iv. 13—15. 
 
 S. M. 
 
 1200 A Pilgrim's Song. 
 
 I A FEW more years shall roll, 
 A few more seasons come, 
 
 S. M. 
 
 1267 
 
 1 To-MORROW, Lord, is Thine, 
 
 Lodged in Thy sovereign hand; 
 And if its sun arise and shine, 
 It shines by Thy command. 
 
 2 The present moment flies, 
 
 And bears our life away ; 
 O 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, 
 
 O be it still pursued; 
 Lest, slighted once, the season fair 
 Should never be renewed. 
 
 5 To Jesus may we fly, 
 
 Swift as the morning light, 
 Lest life's young golden beams should die 
 In sudden, endless night. 
 
 Rev. Philip Doddridge. (1702 — 1751.} 1755. 
 I 2 Oo " M a ke Haste to live." S. M. 
 
 I Make haste, O man, to live, 
 For thou so soon must die ; 
 Time hurries past thee like the breeze, 
 How swift its moments fly. 
 
LIFE AND DEATH, 
 
 329 
 
 2 Make haste, O man, to do 
 
 Whatever must be done; 
 Thou hast no time to lose in sloth, 
 Thy day will soon be gone. 
 
 3 Up then with speed, and work; 
 
 Fling ease and self away; 
 This is no time for thee to sleep, 
 Up, watch, and work and pray. 
 
 4 Make haste, O man, to live, 
 
 Thy time is almost o'er; 
 O sleep not, dream not, but arise, 
 The Judge is at the door. 
 
 Rev. Horatius Bonar. 1857. ab. 
 
 The Brevity and Vanity of Life. 
 Ps. xxxix. 
 
 S. M. 
 
 1269 
 
 1 LORD, let me know mine end, 
 
 My days, how brief their date, 
 That I may timely comprehend 
 How frail my best estate. 
 
 2 My life is but a span, 
 
 Mine age is nought with Thee ; 
 What is the highest boast of man 
 But dust and vanity? 
 
 3 Dumb at Thy feet I lie, 
 
 For Thou hast brought me low; 
 Remove Thy judgments,lest I die; 
 I faint beneath Thy blow. 
 
 4 At Thy rebuke, the bloom 
 
 Of man's vain beauty flies; 
 And grief shall, like a moth, consume 
 All that delights our eyes. 
 
 5 Have pity on my fears; 
 
 Hearken to my request; 
 Turn not in silence from my tears, 
 But give the mourner rest. 
 
 6 O spare me yet, I pray ; 
 
 Awhile my strength restore, 
 
 Ere I am summoned hence away, 
 
 And seen on earth no more. 
 
 James Montgomery. (1771 — 1S54.) 1822. ab. and alt. 
 
 IOHrt Our Fathers. S. M. 
 
 Z / U Zech. i. 5. 
 
 I How swift the torrent rolls 
 That bears us to the sea; 
 The tide that hurries thoughtless souls 
 To vast eternity. 
 
 2 Our fathers, where are they, 
 
 With all they called their own ? 
 Their joys and griefs. and hopes and cares, 
 And wealth and honor gone. 
 
 3 God of our fathers, hear, 
 
 Thou everlasting Friend, 
 While we, as on life's utmost verge, 
 Our souls to Thee commend. 
 
 4 Of all the pious dead 
 
 May we the footsteps trace, 
 Till with them, in the land of light, 
 We dwell before Thy face. 
 
 Rev. Philip Doddridge 1755. ab. and alt 
 IZyl Triumph over Death. S. M. 
 
 i AND must this body die, 
 This mortal frame decay? 
 And must these active limbs of mine 
 Lie mouldering in the clay ? 
 
 2 God, my Redeemer, lives, 
 
 And ever from the skies 
 Looks down and watches all my dust, 
 Till He shall bid it rise. 
 
 3 Arrayed in glorious grace, 
 
 Shall these vile bodies shine, 
 And every shape and every face 
 Look heavenly and divine. 
 
 4 These lively hopes we owe 
 
 To Jesus' dying love ; 
 We would adore His grace below, 
 And sing His power above. 
 
 5 Dear Lord, accept the praise 
 
 Of these our humble songs, 
 Till tunes of nobler sound we raise 
 With our immortal tongues. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1709. ab. and alt. 
 I272 Ata Funeral. C. M, 
 
 1 Beneath our feet and o'er our head 
 
 Is equal warning given; 
 Beneath us lie the countless dead, 
 Above us in the heaven. 
 
 2 Death rides on every passing breeze. 
 
 And lurks in every flower : 
 Each season has its own disease. 
 Its peril every hour. 
 
330 
 
 LIFE AND DEATH. 
 
 3 Our eyes have seen the rosy light 
 
 Of youth's soft cheek decay; 
 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 ; 
 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 bones that underneath thee lie, 
 Shall live for hell or heaven. 
 
 Bp. Reginald Heber. (1783— 1826.) 1812. ab. and si. alt. 
 12/3 " Marching- to the Tomb." CM 
 
 1 THROUGH sorrow's night and danger's path, 
 
 Amid the deepening gloom, 
 
 We, soldiers of an injured King, 
 
 Are marching to the tomb. 
 
 2 There, when the turmoil is no more, 
 
 And all our powers decay, 
 Our cold remains in solitude 
 Shall sleep the years away. 
 
 3 Our labors done, securely laid 
 
 In this our last retreat, 
 Unheeded, o'er our silent dust 
 The storms of life shall beat. 
 
 4 Yet not thus lifeless, thus inane, 
 
 The vital spark shall lie ; 
 For o'er life's wreck that spark shall rise 
 To seek its kindred sky. 
 
 5 These ashes too, this little dust, 
 
 Our Father's care shall keep, 
 Till the last angel rise and break 
 The long and dreary sleep. 
 
 6 Then love's soft dew o'er every eye 
 
 Shall shed its mildest rays, 
 And the long-silent dust shall burst 
 With shouts of endless praise. 
 
 Henry Kirke White. (1785— 1806.) 180'. 
 
 " The Bitterness 0/ Death is past." 
 1 Sam. xv. 32. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 1274 
 
 1 When bending o'er the brink of life 
 
 My trembling soul shall stand, 
 
 Waiting to pass death's awful flood, 
 
 Great God, at Thy command; 
 
 2 O thou great Source of joy supreme, 
 
 Whose arm alone can save, 
 Dispel the darkness that surrounds 
 The entrance to the grave. 
 
 3 Lay Thy supporting, gentle hand 
 
 Beneath my sinking head, 
 And, with a ray of love divine, 
 Illume my dying bed. 
 
 Rev. William Bengo Collyer. (1782 — 1854.) 1812. ab. 
 12/5 "How shall I appear?" CM. 
 
 I When rising from the bed of death, 
 O'erwhelmed with guilt and fear, 
 I see my Maker face to face, 
 O how shall I appear? 
 
 If yet while pardon may be found, 
 
 And mercy may be sought, 
 My heart with inward horror shrinks, 
 
 And trembles at the thought; 
 
 3 When Thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclosed 
 In majesty severe, 
 
 And sit in judgment on my soul, 
 O how shall I appear? 
 
 4 But Thou hast told the troubled soul, 
 
 Who does her sins lament, 
 
 The timely tribute of her tears 
 
 Shall endless woe prevent. 
 
 5 Then see the sorrows of my heart, 
 
 Ere yet it be too late, 
 And add my Saviour's dying groans 
 To give those sorrows weight. 
 
 6 For never shall my soul despair 
 
 Her pardon to procure, 
 Who knows Thine only Son has died 
 To make that pardon sure. 
 
 Joseph Addison. (1672 — 1719.) 1712. si. alt. 
 
 To live is Christ, and to die is Gain." C M. 
 Phil. i. 21. 
 
 1276" 
 
 I LORD, it belongs not to my care 
 Whether I die or live; 
 To love and serve Thee is my share, 
 And this Thy grace must give. 
 
LIFE AND DEATH. 
 
 331 
 
 2 If life be long, I will be glad 
 
 That I may long obey ; 
 If short, yet why should I be sad 
 To soar to endless day? 
 
 3 Christ leads me through no darker rooms 
 
 Than He went through before ; 
 He that unto God's kingdom comes 
 Must enter by this door. 
 
 4 Come, Lord, when grace hath made me meet 
 
 Thy blessed face to see; 
 For, if Thy work on earth be sweet, 
 What will Thy glory be? 
 
 5 Then I shall end my sad complaints, 
 
 And weary sinful days, 
 And join with the triumphant saints 
 That sing Jehovah's praise. 
 
 6 My knowledge of that life is small ; 
 
 The eye of faith is dim ; 
 But it's enough that Christ knows all, 
 And I shall be with Him. 
 
 Rev. Richard Baxter. (1615 — 1689.) 1681. ab. and alt 
 
 Iryi-jty Prepared to die. CM. 
 
 ^ / / 2 Tim. iv. 6, 7, 18. 
 
 1 Death may dissolve my body now, 
 
 And bear my spirit home; 
 Why do my minutes move so slow, 
 Nor my salvation come? 
 
 2 With heavenly weapons, I have fought 
 
 The battles of the Lord; 
 Finished my course, and kept the faith, 
 And wait the sure reward. 
 
 3 Jesus, the Lord, shall guard me safe 
 
 From every ill design; 
 And to His heavenly kingdom take 
 This feeble soul of mine. 
 
 4 God is my everlasting aid, 
 
 And hell shall rage in vain; 
 To Him be highest glory paid, 
 And endless praise. Amen ! 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1709. ab. 
 I 2 7 O Dying Hymn. CM. 
 
 I Earth, with its dark and dreadful ills, 
 Recedes and fades away: 
 Lift up your heads, ye heavenly hills, 
 Ye gates of death give way. 
 
 2 My soul is full of whispered song, 
 
 My blindness is my sight; 
 The shadows that I feared so long 
 Are all alive with light. 
 
 3 The while my pulses faintly beat, 
 
 My faith doth so abound, 
 I feel grow firm beneath my feet 
 The green, immortal ground. 
 
 4 That faith to me a courage gives, 
 
 Low as the grave to go: 
 I know that my Redeemer lives, 
 That I shall live, I know. 
 
 5 The palace walls I almost see 
 
 Where dwells my Lord and King: 
 O grave, where is thy victory, 
 O death, where is thy sting! 
 
 Miss Alice Cary. (1820 — 1S71.) 1870. 
 1279 In Sickness. CM. 
 
 1 When languor and disease invade 
 
 This trembling house of clay, 
 'T is sweet to look beyond the cage, 
 And long to fly away. 
 
 2 Sweet to look inward, and attend 
 
 The whispers of His love; 
 Sweet to look upward to the place 
 Where Jesus pleads above ; 
 
 3 Sweet to look back, and see my name 
 
 In life's fair book set down ; 
 Sweet to look forward, and behold 
 Eternal joys my own ; 
 
 4 Sweet on His faithfulness to rest, 
 
 Whose love can never end: 
 Sweet on His covenant of grace 
 For all things to depend ; 
 
 5 Sweet, in the confidence of faith, 
 
 To trust His firm decrees; 
 Sweet to lie passive in His hands, 
 And know no will but His; 
 
 6 Sweet to rejoice in lively hope, 
 
 That, when my change shall come, 
 Angels will hover round my bed, 
 And waft my spirit home. 
 
 Tlev Augustus Montague Toplady. (174(3 — :77c ) 1776. ab. 
 
332 
 
 LIFE AND DEATH. 
 
 In Sickness. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 I 2oO p s . Jxxxviii. ii, 12. Phil. i. 23. 
 
 1 O Thou, Who lov'st to send relief 
 
 In time of our distress, 
 Because Thyself didst bear our grief, 
 And feel our sicknesses; 
 
 2 Thy will be done, I still would say, 
 
 Whate'er that will may be ; 
 And let this trial, day by day, 
 Fulfil its end in me. 
 
 3 O Lord, look down, O Lord, forgive, 
 
 O help me from on high; 
 Since no man to himself must live, 
 Nor to himself can die. 
 
 4 And when, through feebleness or pain, 
 
 My thoughts are far from Thee, 
 Though I forget Thee, Saviour, then, 
 O yet forget not me. 
 
 5 In Him that bore our griefs and pains 
 
 Shall they that suffer boast, 
 Who with the Father ever reigns, 
 And with the Holy Ghost. 
 
 Rev. John Mason Neale. (iSi8— 1866.) 1854. ab. 
 I 2 O I Hymn by the Sick-bed of a Mother. C. M. 
 
 1 O Thou, who, in the olive shade, 
 
 When the dark hour came on, 
 Didst, with a breath of heavenly aid, 
 Strengthen Thy suffering Son ; 
 
 2 O by the anguish of that night, 
 
 Send us down blest relief; 
 Or to the chastened let Thy might 
 Hallow this whelming grief. 
 
 3 And Thou, that, when the starry sky 
 
 Saw the dread strife begun, 
 
 Didst teach adoring faith to cry, 
 
 Father, Thy will be done; 
 
 4 By Thy meek Spirit, Thou, of all 
 
 That e'er have mourned the chief, 
 Blest Saviour, if the stroke must fall, 
 Hallow this whelming grief. 
 
 Mrs. Felicia Dorothea Hemans. (1794 — 1835.) 1S34. alt. 
 
 InQn "He healcth the broken in Heart." C. M. 
 4 04 Ps. cxlvii. 3. 
 
 I O Thou, who driest the mourner's tear, 
 How dark this world would be, 
 If, when deceived and wounded here, 
 Wc could not fly to Thee. 
 
 2 But Thou wilt heal that broken heart, 
 
 Which, like the plants that throw 
 Their fragrance from the wounded part, 
 Breathes sweetness on our woe. 
 
 3 When joy no longer soothes or cheers, 
 
 And e'en the hope that threw 
 
 A moment's sparkle o'er our tears 
 
 Is dimmed and vanished too; 
 
 4 O who would bear life's stormy doom, 
 
 Did not Thy wing of love 
 Come, brightly wafting through the gloom 
 Our peace-branch from above? 
 
 5 Then sorrow, touched by Thee, growsbright 
 
 With more than rapture's ray ; 
 As darkness shows us worlds of light 
 We never saw by day. 
 
 Thomas Moore. (1779 — 1852.) 1816. ab. 
 
 " Weep not." 
 Luke vii. 13. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 1283 
 
 1 Dear as thou wert, and justly dear, 
 
 We will not weep for thee : 
 One thought shall check the starting tear, 
 It is, that thou art free. 
 
 2 And thus shall faith's consoling power 
 
 The tears of love restrain : 
 O who that saw thy parting hour, 
 Could wish thee back again. 
 
 3 Triumphant in thy closing eye 
 
 The hope of glory shone; 
 Joy breathed in thine expiring sigh, 
 To think the fight was won. 
 
 4 Gently the passing spirit fled, 
 
 Sustained by grace divine : 
 O may such grace on me be shed, 
 And make my end like thine. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Dale. (1797 — 1870.) 1818. 
 I 2 o4 Death 0/ the Righteous. CM. 
 
 1 BEHOLD the western evening light ! 
 
 It melts in deepening gloom : 
 So calmly Christians sink away, 
 Descending to the tomb. 
 
 2 The wind breathes low; the withering leaf 
 
 Scarce whispers from the tree : 
 So gently flows the parting breath, 
 When good men cease to be. 
 
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 333 
 
 3 How beautiful on all the hills 
 
 The crimson light is shed ! 
 'Tis like the peace the Christian gives 
 To mourners round his bed. 
 
 4 How mildly on the wandering cloud 
 
 The sunset beam is cast ! 
 'Tis like the memory left behind 
 When loved ones breathe their last. 
 
 5 And now above the dews of night 
 
 The yellow star appears: 
 So faith springs in the hearts of those 
 Whose eyes are bathed in tears. 
 
 6 But soon the morning's happier light 
 
 Its glory shall restore; 
 And eyelids that are sealed in death 
 Shall wake to close no more. 
 
 Rev. William Bourn Oliver Peabody. (1799 — 1847.) 1823. 
 '■""j " / would not live alway. " 1 1 • 
 
 i I WOULD not live alway ; I ask not to stay 
 Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the 
 
 way ; 
 A few lurid mornings, that dawn on us here, 
 Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its 
 
 cheer. 4 
 
 2 I would not live alway, thus fettered by sin, j 
 Temptation without and corruption within ; 
 E'en the rapture of pardon is mingled with 
 
 fears, 
 And the cup of thanksgiving with penitent 
 tears. 
 
 3 I would not live alway; no, welcome the tomb; 
 Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its i 
 
 gloom ; 
 There sweet be my rest, till He bid me arise. 
 TohailHimin triumph descending the skies. 
 
 4 Who, who would live alway, away from his 
 
 God; 
 Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode, 
 Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the 
 
 bright plains, 
 And the noontide of glory eternally reigns? 
 
 5 Where the saintsofallagesin harmony meet, 
 Their Saviour and brethren transported to 3 
 
 greet ; 
 
 22 
 
 While the anthems of rapture unceasinglv 
 
 roll, 
 And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the 
 
 soul. 
 
 Rev. William Augustus Muhlenberg. (1796 — ) 1823. 
 
 1286 
 
 Longing for Rest. 
 Ps. lv. 
 
 had I, my Saviour, the wings of a dove, 
 How soon would I soar to Thy presence a- 
 
 bove ; 
 How soon would I flee where the weary have 
 
 rest, 
 And hide all my cares in Thy sheltering 
 
 breast. 
 
 1 flutter, I struggle, I pant to get free ; 
 
 I feel me a captive while banished from 
 
 Thee: 
 A pilgrim and stranger, the desert I roam, 
 Andlookonto heaven, and longtobe home. 
 
 Ah, there the wild tempest for ever shall 
 
 cease ; 
 Xo billow shall ruffle that haven of peace ; 
 Temptation and trouble alike shall depart, 
 All tears from the eye, and all sin from the 
 
 heart. 
 
 Soon, soon may this Eden of promise be 
 mine ; 
 
 Rise, bright Sun of glory, no more to de- 
 cline : 
 
 Thylight.yetunrisen.thewildernesscheers; 
 
 O what will it be when the fulness appears ? 
 
 Rev. Henry Francis Lyte. (1793 — 1847.) 1S34. 
 
 Parting Words. 
 Gen. xxxii. 26. 
 
 8, 7. 61. 
 
 287 
 
 Let me go, the day is breaking, 
 
 Dear companions, let me go ; 
 We have spent a night of waking 
 
 In the wilderness below; 
 Upward now I bend my way, 
 Part we here at break of day. 
 Let me go, I may not tarry, 
 
 Wrestling thus with doubts and fears; 
 Angels wait my soul to carry, 
 
 Where my risen Lord appears; 
 Friends and kindred, weep not so, 
 If you love me, let me go. 
 'Tis not darkness gathering round me, 
 
 Which withdraws me from your sight;. 
 
334 
 
 LIFE AND DEATH. 
 
 Walls of flesh no more can bound me, 
 
 But, translated into light, 
 Like the lark on mounting wing, 
 Though unseen you hear me sing. 
 
 4. Heaven's broad day hath o'er me broken, 
 Far beyond earth's span of sky; 
 Am I dead? — nay, by this token, 
 
 Know that I have ceased to die ; 
 Would you solve the mystery, 
 Come up hither, come and see. 
 
 James Montgomery. (1771 — 1854.) 1837. ab. 
 
 ^°° James iv. 14. 
 
 8,7-61. 
 
 1 What is life ? 'T is but a vapor, 
 
 Soon it vanishes away ; 
 Life is like a dying taper, 
 
 O my soul, why wish to stay? 
 Why not spread Thy wings, and fly 
 Straight to yonder world of 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 ransomed crowd appear; 
 Thine a joyful, wondrous story, 
 One that angels love to hear: 
 Spread thy wings, my soul, and fly 
 Straight to yonder world of joy. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Kelly. (1769 — 1855.) 1809. 
 X iiOy Christ's Presence makes Death easy. L. M. 
 
 i Why should we start and fear to die? 
 What timorous worms we mortals are : 
 Death is the gate of endless joy, 
 And yet we dread to enter there. 
 
 2 The pains, the groans, and dying strife 
 Fright our approaching souls away; 
 Still we shrink back again to life, 
 Fond of our prison and our clay. 
 
 3 O if my Lord would come and meet, 
 
 My soul should stretch herwings in haste, 
 Fly fearless through death's iron gate, 
 Nor feel the terrors as she passed. 
 
 4 Jesus can make a dying bed 
 
 Feel soft as downy pillows are, 
 While on His breast I lean my head, 
 And breathe my life out sweetly there. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1709. 
 
 Departing, to be with Christ 
 Phil. i. 2^,. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 1290 
 
 1 While on the verge of life I stand, 
 And view the scenes on either hand, 
 My spirit struggles with its clay, 
 And longs to wing its flight away. 
 
 2 Where Jesus dwells my soul would be; 
 It faints my much-loved Lord to see; 
 Earth, twine no more about my heart, 
 For 'tis far better to depart. 
 
 3 Come, ye angelic envoys, come, 
 And lead the willing pilgrim home : 
 Ye know the way to Jesus' throne, 
 Source of my joys, and of your own. 
 
 4 That blessed interview, how sweet, 
 To fall transported at His feet; 
 Raised in His arms, to view His face, 
 Through the full beamings of His grace. 
 
 5 Yet, with these prospects full in sight, 
 I '11 wait Thy signal for my flight; 
 For while Thy service I pursue, 
 
 I find my heaven begun below. 
 
 Rev. Philip Doddridge. (1702 — 1751 ) 1755. ab. 
 I 2 9 I Dying in the L ord. L. M . 
 
 1 THE hour of my departure's come; 
 I hear the voice that calls me home : 
 At last, O Lord, let trouble cease, 
 And let Thy servant die in peace. 
 
 2 The race appointed I have run, 
 The combat 's o'er, the prize is won ; 
 And now my witness is on high, 
 And now my record's in the sky. 
 
 3 Not in mine innocence I trust ; 
 I bow before Thee in the dust ; 
 
 And through my Saviour's blood alone 
 I look for mercy at Thy throne. 
 
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 335 
 
 4 I leave the world without a tear, 
 Save for the friends I held so dear ; 
 To heal their sorrows, Lord, descend, 
 And to the friendless prove a Friend. 
 
 5 I come, I come, at Thy command, 
 I give my spirit to Thy hand ; 
 Stretch forth Thine everlasting arms, 
 And shield me in the last alarms. 
 
 6 The hour of my departure's come; 
 
 I hear the voice that calls me home : 
 Now, O my God, let trouble cease; 
 Now let Thy servant die in peace. 
 
 Michael Bruce. (1746 — 1/67.) 1781. 
 1292 "Asleep in Jesus." L. M. 
 
 i Asleep in Jesus: blessed sleep, 
 From which none ever wakes to weep, 
 A calm and undisturbed repose, 
 Unbroken by the last of foes. 
 
 2 Asleep in Jesus: O how sweet 
 To be for such a slumber meet; 
 With holy confidence to sing, 
 
 That death hath lost his venomed sting. 
 
 3 Asleep in Jesus: peaceful rest, 
 Whose waking is supremely blest ; 
 No fear, no woe, shall dim that hour 
 That manifests the Saviour's power. 
 
 4. Asleep in Jesus : O for me 
 May such a blissful refuge be ; 
 Securely shall my ashes lie, 
 Waiting the summons from on high. 
 
 5 Asleep in Jesus: far from thee 
 
 Thy kindred and their graves may be; 
 But thine is still a blessed sleep, 
 From which none ever wakes to weep. 
 
 Mrs. Margaret Mackay. 1832. ab. 
 
 The Death of the Righteous. 
 Num. xxiii. 10. 
 
 '3 A holy quiet reigns around, 
 
 A calm which life nor death destroys ; 
 And naught disturbs that peace profound, 
 Which his unfettered soul enjoys. 
 
 4 Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears, 
 
 Where lightsand shades alternate dwell : 
 How bright th' unchanging morn appears, 
 Farewell, inconstant world, farewell. 
 
 5 Life's labor done, as sinks the clay, 
 
 Light from its load the spirit flies; 
 While heaven and earth combine to say, 
 ' ' How blest the righteous when he dies !'• 
 
 Mrs. AnnaLaetitiaBarbauld. (1743 — iE25-)i773. ab. andalt. 
 I294 Resting in Christ. L. M. 
 
 i Gently, my Saviour, let me down, 
 To slumber in the arms of death ; 
 I rest my soul on Thee alone. 
 E'en till my last, expiring breath. 
 
 2 Soon will the storm of life be o'er, 
 
 And I shall enter endless rest; 
 There I shall live to sin no more, 
 And bless Thy name, for ever blest. 
 
 3 Bid me possess sweet peace within ; 
 
 Let childlike patience keep my heart ; 
 Then shall I feel my heaven begin, 
 Before my spirit hence depart. 
 
 4 O speed Thy chariot, God of love, 
 
 And take me from this world of woe; 
 I long to reach those joys above, 
 And bid farewell to all below. 
 
 5 There shall my raptured spirit raise 
 
 Still louder notes than angels sing, 
 High glories to Immanuel'a grace, 
 My God, my Saviour, and my King. 
 
 Rev. Rowland Hill. (1744 — 1S33.) 1796. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 1293 
 
 1 How blest the righteous, when he dies, 
 
 When sinks a weary soul to rest ; 
 How mildly beam the closing eyes, 
 
 How gently heaves th' expiring breast. 
 
 2 So fades a summer cloud away ; 
 
 So sinks the gale, when storms are o'er: 
 So gently shuts the eye of day; 
 So dies a wave along the shore. 
 
 r The aged Christian's Prayer and Song 
 Ps. lxxi. 17 — 21. 
 
 1295 
 
 1 God of my childhood, and my youth, 
 
 The Guide of all my days, 
 I have declared Thy heavenly truth, 
 And told Thy wondrous ways. 
 
 2 Wilt Thou forsake my hoary hairs, 
 
 And leave my fainting heart? 
 Who shall sustain my sinking years 
 If God, my Strength, depart? 
 
 C. M 
 
336 
 
 LIFE AND DEATH. 
 
 3 Let me Thy power and truth proclaim 
 
 Before the rising age, 
 And leave a savour of Thy name 
 When I shall quit the stage. 
 
 4 The land of silence and of death 
 
 Attends my next remove; 
 O may these poor remains of Dreath 
 Teach the wide world Thy love. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1719. 
 
 ' Cast me not off in old Age." 
 Ps. Ixxi. 5—9. 
 
 CM. 
 
 1296 
 
 1 MY God, my everlasting hope, 
 
 I live upon Thy truth; 
 Thy hands have held my childhood up, 
 And strengthened all my youth. 
 
 2 Still has my life new wonders seen 
 
 Repeated every year ; 
 Behold, my days that yet remain, 
 I trust them to Thy care. 
 
 3 Cast me not off when strength declines, 
 
 When hoary hairs arise ; 
 And round me let Thy glory shine, 
 Whene'er Thy servant dies. 
 
 4 Then, in the history of my age, 
 
 When men review my days, 
 They'll read Thy love in every page, 
 In every line Thy praise. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1719. ab. 
 
 129/ Trust in Providence. CM. 
 
 1 ALMIGHTY Father of mankind, 
 
 On Thee my hopes remain; 
 And when the day of trouble comes, 
 I shall not trust in vain. 
 
 2 In early days Thou wast my Guide, 
 
 And of my youth the Friend; 
 
 And as my days began with Thee, 
 
 With Thee my days shall end. 
 
 3 I know the Power in whom I trust, 
 
 The arm on which I lean ; 
 He will my Saviour ever be, 
 Who has my Saviour been. 
 
 4 Thou wilt not cast me off, when age 
 
 And evil days descend; 
 Thou wilt not leave me in despair, 
 To mourn my latter end. 
 
 5 Therefore in life I'll trust in Thee, 
 In death I will adore ; 
 And after death will sing Thy praise, 
 When time shall be no more. 
 
 Michael Bruce. (1746 — '767.) 1781. ab. 
 
 Comfort one another. ' 
 1 Thcss. iv. 18. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 1298 
 
 1 Why should our tears in •sorrow flow, 
 
 When God recalls His own, 
 And bids them leave a world of woe 
 For an immortal crown? 
 
 2 Is not e'en death a gain to those 
 
 Whose life to God was given? 
 Gladly to earth their eyes they close, 
 To open them in heaven. 
 
 3 Their toils are past, their work is done, 
 
 And they are fully blest; 
 They 've fought the fight, the victory won, 
 And entered into rest. 
 
 4 Then let our sorrows cease to flow, 
 
 God has recalled His own; 
 But let our hearts, in every woe, 
 Still say, " Thy will be done !" 
 
 Rev. William Hiley Bathurst (1796—) 1829. ab. 
 
 IO/-\<~k Bereaved Parents comforted. CM. 
 
 z 9y k. ivi. 4,5 
 
 1 Ye mourning saints, whose streaming tears 
 
 Flow o'er your children dead, 
 
 Say not, in transports of despair, 
 
 That all your hopes are fled. 
 
 2 While cleaving to that darling dust, 
 
 In fond distress ye lie, 
 Rise, and with joy and reverence view 
 A heavenly Parent nigh. 
 
 3 Though, your young branches torn away, 
 
 Like withered trunks ye stand, 
 With fairer verdure shall ye bloom, 
 Touched by th' Almighty's hand. 
 
 4 "I '11 give the mourner," saith the Lord, 
 
 "In My own house a place; 
 No names of daughters and of sons 
 Could yield so high a grace." 
 
 5 We welcome, Lord, those rising tears, 
 
 Through which Thy face we see; 
 And bless those wounds which through our 
 Prepare a way for Thee. [heart- 
 
 Rev. Philip Doddridge. (1702—1751 ) 1755. ab. 
 
LIFE AND DEATH. 
 
 337 
 
 1300 The Death of a Child. CM. 
 
 i Life is a span, a fleeting hour, 
 How soon the vapor flies, 
 Man is a tender, transient flower, 
 That, e'en in blooming, dies. 
 
 2 The once loved form, now cold and dead, 
 
 Each mournful thought employs; 
 And nature weeps her comforts fled, 
 And withered all her joys. 
 
 3 Hope looks beyond the bounds of time, 
 
 When what we now deplore 
 
 Shall rise in full, immortal prime, 
 
 And bloom to fade no more. 
 
 4 Cease, then, fond nature, cease thy tears, 
 
 Religion points on high; 
 There everlasting spring appears, 
 And joys that cannot die. 
 
 Miss Anne Steele. (1717 — 1778.) 1760. ab. 
 * J Infants taken to the Saviour's Bosom. C. M. 
 
 1 With joy I se.e a thousand charms 
 
 Spread o'er the Saviour's face ; 
 While infants in His tender arms 
 Receive His smiling grace. 
 
 2 "I take these little lambs," said He, 
 
 "And lay them in My breast; 
 Protection they shall find in Me, 
 In Me be ever blest. 
 
 3 Death may the bands of life unloose, 
 
 But can't dissolve My love ; 
 Millions of infant souls compose 
 The family above." 
 
 4. His words, ye happy parents, hear, 
 And shout with joys divine, 
 Dear Saviour, all we have and are 
 Shall be forever Thine. 
 
 Rev. Philip Doddridge. 1755. ab. 
 
 * j"£ "Nan ce n est pas tnourir." 
 
 1 NO, no, it is not dying 
 
 To go unto our God, 
 This gloomy earth forsaking, 
 Our journey homeward taking 
 
 Along the starry road. 
 
 2 No, no, it is not dying 
 
 Heaven's citizen to be; 
 
 7,6,7,7,6. 
 
 A crown immortal wearing, 
 And rest unbroken sharing, 
 From care and conflict free. 
 
 3 No, no, it is not dying 
 
 To hear this gracious word, 
 "Receive a Father's blessing, 
 For evermore possessing 
 
 The favor of Thy Lord." 
 
 4 No, no, it is not dying 
 
 The Shepherd's voice to know; 
 His sheep He ever leadeth, 
 His peaceful flock He feedeth, 
 
 Where living pastures grow. 
 
 5 No, no, it is not dying 
 
 To wear a lordly crown; 
 Among God's people dwelling, 
 The glorious triumph swelling 
 
 Of Him whose sway we own. 
 
 6 O no, this is not dying, 
 
 Thou Saviour of mankind : 
 There, streams of love are flowing, 
 No hindrance ever knowing; 
 
 Here, drops alone we find. 
 
 Rev. Caesar Henri Abraham Malan. (1787 — 1S64.) 1S41. 
 Tr. by Prof. Robinson Potter Dunn. (1825 — 1867.) 1852. 
 
 ^303 "Cuter Hirt, D11 hast gestillet." 7,8,7,8,7,7. 
 
 1 Tender Shepherd, Thou hast stilled 
 
 Now Thy little lamb's brief weeping; 
 Ah, how peaceful, pale, and mild 
 
 In its narrow bed 'tis sleeping, 
 And no sigh of anguish sore 
 Heaves that little bosom more. 
 
 2 In this world of care and pain, 
 
 Lord, Thou wouldst no longer leave it; 
 To the sunny heavenly plain 
 
 Thou dost now with joy receive it; 
 Clothed in robes of spotless white, 
 Now it dwells with Thee in light. 
 
 3 Ah, Lord Jesus, grant that we 
 
 Where it lives may soon be living, 
 And the lovely pastures see, 
 
 I That its heavenly food are giving; 
 Then the gain of death we prove, 
 Though Thou take what most we love. 
 Rev. Wilhelm Meinhold. (1797—1851.! 
 |Tr. by Miss Cath-rine Winkworth. (i82t>—) 1858 si. alt 
 
338 
 
 LIFE AND DEATH. 
 
 1 3^4 For Otte departing. 8,7. 
 
 1 Happy soul, thy days are ended, 
 
 All thy mourning days below; 
 Go, by angel-guards attended, 
 To the sight of Jesus, go. 
 
 2 Waiting to receive thy spirit, 
 
 Lo, the Saviour stands above, 
 Shows the purchase of His merit, 
 Reaches out the crown of love. 
 
 3 Struggle through thy latest passion 
 
 To thy dear Redeemer's breast, 
 To His uttermost salvation, 
 To His everlasting rest. 
 
 4 For the joy He sets before thee, 
 
 Bear a momentary pain; 
 Die, to live the life of glory, 
 Suffer, with thy Lord to reign. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708 — 1788.) 1749. 
 
 Consolation 
 Rev. xxi. 3, 4, 23, 25. 
 
 8,7- 
 
 1305 
 
 1 Think, O ye, who fondly languish 
 
 O'er the grave of those you love, 
 While your bosoms throb with anguish, 
 They are warbling hymns above. 
 
 2 While your silent steps are straying 
 
 Lonely through night's deepening shade, 
 Glory's brightest beams are playing 
 Round the happy Christian's head. 
 
 3 Night, the face of nature veiling, 
 
 Rears her sable throne no more 
 'Mid those spirits pure, inhaling 
 Life from Him whom they adore. 
 
 4 Light and peace at once deriving 
 
 From the hand of God most high, 
 In His glorious presence living, 
 They shall never, never die. 
 
 5 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. 
 
 Rev. William Bengo Collyer. (1782 — 1854.) 1812. ab. 
 *3 " Alles schwindet: Herzen brechen." 8,7. 
 
 I All is dying ; hearts are breaking 
 Which to ours were closely bound; 
 And the lips have ceased from speaking, 
 Which once uttered such sweet sound. 
 
 2 And the arms are powerless lying, 
 
 Which were our support and stay; 
 And the eyes are dim and dying, 
 
 Which once watched us night and day 
 
 3 Everything we love and cherish 
 
 Hastens onward to the grave ; 
 Earthly joys and pleasures perish, 
 And whate'er the world e'er gave. 
 
 4 All is fading, all is fleeing; 
 
 Earthly flames must cease to glow, 
 Earthly beings cease from being, 
 Earthly blossoms cease to blow. 
 
 5 Yet unchanged while all decayeth, 
 
 Jesus stands upon the dust; 
 Lean on Me alone, He sayeth; 
 Hope and love, and firmly trust. 
 
 6 O abide, abide with Jesus, 
 
 Who Himself forever lives, 
 
 Who from death eternal frees us, 
 
 Yea, who life eternal gives. 
 
 Rev. Carl Johann Plulipp Spitta. us 1 — 1859) 1833. 
 Tr. by Richard Massie. i860, ab. 
 
 ■*• jr^ I A Funeral Hymn. 7" 
 
 1 Brother, though from yonder sky 
 Cometh neither voice nor cry, 
 
 Yet we know from thee to-day 
 Every pain hath passed away. 
 
 2 Not for thee shall tears be given, 
 Child of God and heir of heaven; 
 For He gave thee sweet release; 
 Thine the Christian's death of peace. 
 
 Well we know thy living faith 
 Had the power to conquer death; 
 As a living rose may bloom 
 By the border of the tomb. 
 
 4 Brother, in that solemn trust 
 We commend thee, dust to dust; 
 In that faith we wait, till, risen 
 Thou shalt meet us all in heaven. 
 
 5 While we weep as Jesus wept, 
 Thou shalt sleep as Jesus slept; 
 With thy Saviour Thou shalt rest, 
 Crowned, and glorified, and blest. 
 
 Rev. James Henry Bancroft. (xSig — 1S44.) 1839. 
 
LIFE AND DEATH. 
 
 339 
 
 130" Christian Burial. 7 
 
 i Brother, now thy toils are o'er, 
 Fought the battle, won the crown ; 
 On life's rough and barren shore 
 Thou hast laid thy burden down. 
 
 2 Through death's valley, dim and dark, 
 
 Jesus guide thee in the gloom, 
 Show thee where His footprints mark 
 Tracks of glory through the tomb. 
 
 3 Angels bear thee to the land 
 
 Where the towers of Zion rise, 
 Safely lead thee by the hand 
 To the fields of Paradise. 
 
 4 White-robed at the golden gate 
 
 Of the New Jerusalem, 
 May the host of martyrs wait, 
 Give thee part and lot with them. 
 
 5 Earth to earth, and dust to dust, 
 
 Clay we give to kindred clay; 
 In the sure and certain trust 
 Of the Resurrection Day. 
 
 6 Christ the Sower sows thee here : 
 
 When the eternal day shall dawn, 
 He will gather in the ear 
 On that Resurrection morn. 
 
 Rev. Gerard Moultrie. 1867. ab. 
 
 Inr\/-\ Citizenship in Heaven. 7 
 
 3 u y Ps * v 
 
 1 Who, O Lord, when life is o'er, 
 Shall to heaven's blest mansions soar? 
 Who an ever-welcome guest, 
 
 In Thy holy place shall rest? 
 
 2 He whose heart Thy love has warmed; 
 He, whose will to Thine conformed, 
 Bids his life unsullied run; 
 
 He whose words and thoughts are one ; 
 
 3 He who shuns the sinner's road, 
 Loving those who love their God; 
 Who, with hope and faith unfeigned, 
 Treads the path by Thee ordained ; 
 
 4. He who trusts in Christ alone, 
 Not in aught himself hath done; 
 He, great God, shall be Thy care, 
 And Thy choicest blessings share. 
 
 Rev. James Merrick. (1720 — 1769.) 1765. alt. 
 
 13 10 The Death 0/ the Righteous. 6,6,8,6,8,8. 
 
 i This place is holy ground; 
 
 World, with thy cares away: 
 Silence and darkness reign around; 
 
 But, lo, the break of day ! 
 What bright and sudden dawn appears, 
 To shine upon this scene of tears. 
 
 2 'Tis not the morning light, 
 
 That wakes the lark to sing; 
 'T is not a meteor of the night, 
 
 Nor track of angel's wing: 
 It is an uncreated beam, 
 Like that which shone on Jacob's dream. 
 
 3 Behold the bed of death, 
 
 This pale and lovely clay ; 
 Heard ye the sobs of parting breath ? 
 
 Marked ye the eyes' last ray? 
 No ; life so sweetly ceased to be, 
 It lapsed in immortality. 
 
 4 Could tears revive the dead, 
 
 Rivers should swell our eyes; 
 Could sighs recall the spirit fled, 
 
 We would not quench our sighs, 
 Till love relumed this altered mein, 
 And all th' embodied soul were seen. 
 
 5 Bury the dead; and weep 
 
 In stillness o'er the loss; 
 Bury the dead : in Christ they sleep, 
 
 Who bore on earth His cross, 
 And from the grave their dust shall rise, 
 In His own image to the skies. 
 
 James Montgomery. (1771 — 1854.) 1816. ab. 
 I 3 * * The Loss of Friends. 6,6,8,6,8,8. 
 
 1 Friend after friend departs; 
 
 Who hath not lost a friend ? 
 There is no union here of hearts, 
 
 That finds not here an end ; 
 Were this frail world our only rest, 
 Living or dying, none were blest. 
 
 2 Beyond the flight of time, 
 
 Beyond this vale of death, 
 There surely is some blessed clime 
 
 Where life is not a breath ; 
 Nor life's affections transient fire, 
 Whose sparks fly upward to expire. 
 
340 
 
 LIFE AND DEATH. 
 
 3 There is a world above, 
 
 Where parting is unknown; 
 A whole eternity of love, 
 
 Formed for the good alone; 
 And faith beholds the dying here 
 Translated to that happier sphere. 
 
 4 Thus star by star declines 
 
 Till all are passed away, 
 As morning high and higher shines 
 
 To pure and perfect day ; 
 Nor sink those stars in empty night; 
 They hide themselves in heaven's own light. 
 
 James Montgomery. (1771— 1854.) 1816. 
 
 T o T O Go/ the Light of His Saints. C. M. 
 
 Ij 1 ^ Is- be. 20. 
 
 1 Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell, 
 
 With all your feeble light; 
 Farewell, thou ever changing moon, 
 Pale empress of the night. 
 
 2 And thou, refulgent orb of day, 
 
 In brighter flames arrayed ; 
 My soul, that springs beyond thy sphere, 
 No more demands thine aid. 
 
 3 Ye stars are but the shining dust 
 
 Of my divine abode, 
 The pavement of those heavenly courts 
 Where I shall reign with God. 
 
 4 The Father of eternal light 
 
 Shall there His beams display, 
 Nor shall one moment's darkness mix 
 With that unvaried day. 
 
 5 No more the drops of piercing grief 
 
 Shall swell into mine eyes; 
 
 Nor the meridian sun decline 
 
 Amid those brighter skies. 
 
 6 There all the millions of His saints 
 
 Shall in one song unite, 
 And each the bliss of all shall view 
 With infinite delight. 
 
 Rev. Philip Doddridge (1702 — 1751.) 1755. 
 
 The Promised Land. 
 Is. xxxiii. 17. 
 
 C. M. 
 
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 I FAR from these narrow scenes of night 
 Unbounded glories rise, 
 And realms of infinite delight, 
 Unknown to mortal eyes. 
 
 2 Fair distant land ; could mortal eyes 
 
 But half its joys explore, 
 How would our spirits long to rise, 
 And dwell on earth no more. 
 
 3 There pain and sickness never come, 
 
 And grief no more complains; 
 Health triumphs in immortal bloom, 
 And endless pleasure reigns. 
 
 4 No cloud those blissful regions know, 
 
 Forever bright and fair; 
 For sin, the source of mortal woe, 
 Can never enter there. 
 
 5 There no alternate night is known, 
 
 Nor sun's faint sickly ray ; 
 But glory from the sacred Throne 
 Spreads everlasting day. 
 
 6 Prepare us, Lord, by grace divine, 
 
 For Thy bright courts on high; 
 Then bid our spirit rise, and join 
 The chorus of the sky. 
 
 Miss Anne Steele. (1717 — 177S.) 1760. ab. 
 ■*■ O T" Yearning for Home. CM. 
 
 1 My soul, amid this stormy world, 
 
 Is like some fluttered dove, 
 And fain would be as swift of wing 
 To flee to Him I love 
 
 2 May not an exile, Lord, desire 
 
 His own sweet land to see? 
 May not a captive seek release," 
 A prisoner, to be free? 
 
 3 A child, when far away, may long 
 For home and kindred dear ; 
 
 And she, that waits her absent lord, 
 May sigh till he appear. 
 
 4 I would, my Lord and Saviour, know 
 
 That which no measure knows; 
 Would search the mystery of Thy love, 
 The depths of all Thy woes. 
 
 5 I fain would strike my harp divine 
 
 Before the Father's throne, 
 There cast my crown of Righteousness, 
 And sing what grace has done. 
 
 6 Ah, leave me not in this base world, 
 
 A stranger still to roam ; 
 Come, Lord, and take me to Thyself; 
 Come, Jesus, quickly come. 
 
 Robert Cleaver Chapman. 1837, 1852. ab, 
 
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 13^5 Yearning for Heaven. CM. 
 
 i THE roseate hues of early dawn, 
 The brightness of the day, 
 The crimson of the sunset sky; 
 How fast they fade away. 
 
 2 O for the pearly gates of heaven, 
 
 O for the golden floor; 
 O for the Sun of Righteousness 
 That setteth nevermore. 
 
 3 The highest hopes we cherish here, 
 
 How fast they tire and faint ; 
 
 How many a spot defiles the robe 
 
 That wraps an earthly saint. 
 
 4 O for a heart that never sins, 
 
 O for a soul washed white ; 
 O for a voice to praise our King, 
 Nor weary day or night. 
 
 5 Here faith is ours, and heavenly hope, 
 
 And grace to lead us higher; 
 But there are perfectness and peace 
 Beyond our best desire. 
 
 6 O by Thy love and anguish, Lord, 
 
 O by Thy life laid down, 
 O that we fall not from Thy grace, 
 Nor cast away our crown. 
 
 Mrs. Cecil Frances Alexander. 1853. 
 * £) * " A Funeral Hymn. 0,4- 
 
 1 Lowly and solemn be 
 Thy children's cry to Thee, 
 
 Father divine : 
 A hymn of suppliant breath ; 
 Owning that life and death 
 Alike are Thine. 
 
 2 O Father, in that hour, 
 When earth all succoring power 
 
 Shall disavow ; 
 When spear, and shield, and crown, 
 In faintness are cast down; 
 
 Sustain us, Thou. 
 
 3 By Him who bowed to take 
 The death-cup for our sake, 
 
 The thorn, the rod ; 
 From whom the last dismay 
 Was not to pass away; 
 
 Aid us, O God. 
 
 4 Tremblers beside the grave, 
 We call on Thee to save, 
 
 Father divine : 
 Hear, hear our suppliant breath, 
 Keep us in life and death, 
 
 Thine, only Thine. 
 
 Mrs. Felicia Dorothea Hemans. (1794 — 1S35.) 1832. ab. 
 I 3 I 7 The dying Believer to his Soul. 7- D. 
 
 i Deathless spirit, now arise, 
 Soar, thou native of the skies ; 
 Pearl of price, by Jesus bought, 
 To His glorious likeness wrought, 
 Go, to shine before His tnrone;' 
 Deck His mediatorial crown; 
 Go, His triumphs to adorn; 
 Made for God, to God return. 
 
 2 Lo, He beckons from on high, 
 Fearless to His presence fly: 
 Thine the merit of His Blood; 
 Thine the Righteousness of God. 
 Angels, joyful to attend, 
 Hovering round thy pillow, bend; 
 Wait to catch the signal given, 
 And escort thee quick to heaven. 
 
 3 Shudder not to pass the stream; 
 Venture all thy care on Him; 
 Him, whose dying love and power 
 Stilled its tossing, hushed its roar. 
 Safe is the expanded wave, 
 Gentle as a summer's eve; 
 
 Not one object of His care 
 Ever suffered shipwreck there. 
 
 4 See the haven full in view ; 
 
 Love divine shall bear thee through; 
 
 Trust to that propitious gale ; 
 
 Weigh thy anchor, spread thy sail. 
 
 Saints, in glory perfect made, 
 
 Wait thy passage through the shade; 
 
 Aident for thy coming o'er, 
 
 See, they throng the blissful shore. 
 
 Rev. Augustus Montague Toplady. (1740 — 1778.) 1776. ab. 
 
 and alt 
 
 The House not made with Hands. 
 2 Cor. v. 1. 
 
 13 I" 2 Cor. v. 1. 7. P. 
 
 I Spirit, leave thy house of clay, 
 
 Lingering dust, resign thy breath; 
 Spirit, cast thy chains away; 
 
 Dust, be thou dissolved in death : 
 
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 LIFE AND DEATH. 
 
 Thus the mighty Saviour speaks, 
 While the faithful Christian dies; 
 
 Thus the bonds of life He breaks, 
 And the ransomed captive flies. 
 
 Prisoner, long detained below, 
 
 Prisoner, now with freedom blest, 
 Welcome from a world of woe; 
 
 Welcome to a land of rest: 
 Thus the choir of angels sing, 
 
 As they bear the soul on high, 
 While with hallelujahs ring 
 
 All the regions of the sky. 
 
 3 Grave, the guardian of our dust, 
 
 Grave, the treasury of the skies, 
 Every atom of thy trust 
 
 Rests in hope again to rise: 
 Hark, the judgment-trumpet calls, 
 
 Soul, rebuild thy house of clay; 
 Immortality thy walls, 
 
 And eternity thy day. 
 
 James Montgomery. (1771 — IS54-) 1803. 
 13^9 A Funeral Hymn. 7. D- 
 
 1 HARK, a voice divides the sky: 
 
 Happy are the faithful dead, 
 In the Lord who sweetly die ; 
 
 They from all their toils are freed; 
 Them the Spirit hath declared 
 
 Blest, unutterably blest; 
 Jesus is their great Reward, 
 
 Jesus is their endless Rest. 
 
 2 Followed by their works, they go 
 
 Where their Head hath gone before; 
 Reconciled by grace below, 
 
 Grace hath opened mercy's door; 
 Justified through faith alone, 
 
 Here they knew their sins forgiven ; 
 Here they laid their burden down, 
 
 Hallowed, and made fit for heaven. 
 
 3 Who can now lament the lot 
 
 Of a saint in Christ deceased? 
 Let the world, who knows us not, 
 
 Call us hopeless and unblest: 
 Jesus smiles and saySj "Well done, 
 
 Good and faithful servant thou ! 
 Enter, and receive thy crown; 
 
 Reign with Me triumphant now !" 
 
 4 Angels catch the approving sound, 
 
 Bow, and bless the just award, 
 Hail the heir with glory crowned, 
 
 Now rejoicing with his Lord; 
 Fuller joys ordained to know, 
 
 Waiting for the general doom, 
 When the archangel's trump shall blow, 
 
 "Rise, ye dead, to judgment come." 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (170S— 17S8.) 1742. ab. 
 1320 A Funeral Hymn. 7> D - 
 
 1 Lo, the prisoner is released, 
 
 Lightened of his fleshly load; 
 Where the weary are at rest, 
 
 He is gathered unto God: 
 Lo, the pain of life is past, 
 
 All his warfare now is o'er, 
 Death and hell behind are cast, 
 
 Grief and suffering are no more. 
 
 2 Yes, the Christian's course is run, 
 
 Ended is the glorious strife; 
 Fought the fight, the work is done, 
 
 Death is swallowed up of life; 
 Borne by angels on their wings, 
 
 Far from earth the spirit flies, 
 Finds his God, and sits 'and sings, 
 
 Triumphing in Paradise. 
 
 3 Blessing, honor, thanks, and praise, 
 
 Pay we, gracious God, to Thee ; 
 Thou, in Thine abundant grace, 
 
 Givest us the victory: 
 True and faithful to Thy word, 
 
 Thou hast glorified Thy Son; 
 Jesus Christ, our dying Lord, 
 
 He for us the fight hath won. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. 1742. ab. and si. alt 
 132 I The Death and Burial of a Saint.- CM. 
 
 1 Why do we mourn departing friends, 
 
 Or shakes at death's alarms? 
 'T is but the voice that Jesus sends, 
 To call them to His arms. 
 
 2 Are we not tending upward, too, 
 
 As fast as time can move? 
 Nor would we wish the hours more slow, 
 To keep us from our love. 
 
 3 Why should we tremble to convey 
 
 Their bodies to the tomb ? 
 
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 There the dear flesh of Jesus lay, 
 Ai.ci left a long perfume. 
 
 4 The graves of all His saints He blessed, 
 
 And softened every bed; 
 Where should the dying members rest 
 But with the dying Head? 
 
 5 Thence He arose, ascending high, 
 
 And showed our feet the way; 
 Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly, 
 At the great rising-day. 
 
 6 Then let the last loud trumpet sound, 
 
 And bid our kindred rise ; 
 Awake, ye nations under ground; 
 Ye saints, ascend the skies. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1709. 
 
 ynnA The Blessedness of dying Saints. CM. 
 
 *0«« Rev. xiv. 13. 
 
 1 HEAR what the voice from heaven proclaims 
 
 For all the pious dead; 
 Sweet is the savour of their names, 
 And soft their sleeping bed. 
 
 2 They die in Jesus, and are blessed ; 
 
 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 labors of their mortal life 
 End in a large reward. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts 
 
 5 Together to their Father's house 
 
 With joyful hearts they go: 
 And dwell for ever with the Lord, 
 Beyond the reach of woe. 
 
 6 A few short years of evil past, 
 
 We reach the happy shore, 
 Where death-divided friends at last 
 Shall meet, to part no more. 
 
 Michael Bruce. (1746 — 1767.) 17S1. ab. 
 1324 At the Interment of a Body. L. Z.l. 
 
 1 Unveil, thy bosom, faithful tomb; 
 
 Take this new treasure to thy trust, 
 And give these sacred relics room 
 To seek a slumber in the dust. 
 
 2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear 
 
 Invade thy bounds. No mortal woes 
 Can reach the peaceful sleeper here, 
 While angels watch the soft repose. 
 
 3 So Jesus slept : God's dying Son 
 
 Passed thro 1 the grave, and blest the bed ; 
 
 Rest here, blest saint, till from His throne 
 
 The morningbreak,and pierce theshade. 
 
 4 Break from His throne, illustrious morn ; 
 
 Attend, O earth, His sovereign word; 
 Restore thy trust : a glorious form 
 Shall then ascend to meet the Lord. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Vt'atts. 1734. 
 
 " Sorrow not." 
 1 Thess. Lv. 13. 
 
 1709. 
 C. M. 
 
 Death not the End of our Being 
 Ps. Ixviii. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 1323 
 
 i As Jesus died, and rose again 
 Victorious from the dead, 
 So His disciples rise, and reign 
 With their triumphant Head. 
 
 2 The time draws nigh, when from the clouds 
 
 Christ shall with shouts descend; 
 And the last trumpet's awful voice 
 The heavens and earth shall rend. 
 
 3 Then they who live shall changed be, 
 
 And they who sleep shall wake ; 
 The graves shall yield their ancient charge. 
 And earth's foundations shake. 
 
 4 The saints of God, from death set free, 
 
 With joy shall mount on high; 
 The heavenly host, with praises loud, 
 Shall meet them in the sky. 
 
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 1 Shall man, O God of light and life, 
 
 For ever moulder in the grave? 
 Canst Thou forget Thy glorious work, 
 Thy promise, and Thy power to save? 
 
 2 In those dark silent realms of night, 
 
 Shall peace and hope no more arise? 
 No future morning light the tomb, 
 No day-star gild the darksome skies? 
 
 3 Cease, cease, ye vain desponding fears : 
 
 When Christ, our Lord, from darkness 
 sprang, 
 Death, the last foe, was captive led, 
 And heaven with praise and wonder rang. 
 
 I Faith sees the bright eternal doors 
 Unfold to ma'ke His children way; 
 They shall be clothed with endless life, 
 And shine in everlasting day. 
 
 R!ev. Timothy Dwight. (1752 — 1S17.) 1800. ab. and si. alt 
 
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 Death swallowed up in Victory. L. M. 
 
 1 We sing His love who once was slain, 
 Who soon o'er death revived again, 
 That all His saints through Him might have 
 Eternal conquests o'er the grave. 
 
 2 The saints who now in Jesus sleep, 
 His own almighty power shall keep, 
 Till dawns the bright illustrious day, 
 When death itself shall die away. 
 
 3 When Jesus we in glory meet, 
 Our utmost joys shall be complete; 
 When landed on that heavenly shore, 
 Death and the curse will be no more. 
 
 4 Hasten, dear Lord, the glorious day, 
 And this delightful scene display: 
 When all Thy saints from death shall n 
 Raptured in bliss beyond the skies. 
 
 Rev. Rowland Hill. (1744 — 1S33.) 1796. ab 
 
 1327 At a Funeral. 13,11,12,12. 
 
 1 Thou art gone to the grave ; but we will not deplore thee, 
 
 Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb; 
 Thy Saviour has passed through the portal before thee, 
 And the lamp of His love is thy guide through the gloom. 
 
 2 Thou art gone to the grave; we no longer behold thee, 
 
 Nor tread the rough path of the- world by thy side : 
 But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee, 
 And sinners may die, foi the Sinless hath died. 
 
 3 Thou art gone to the grave; and, its mansion forsaking, 
 
 Perchance thy weak spirit in fear lingered long; 
 But the mild rays of Paradise beamed on thy waking, 
 
 And the sound which thou heardst was the seraphim's song. 
 
 4 Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee; 
 
 Whose God was thy Ransom, thy Guardian and Guide: 
 He gave thee, He took thee, and He will restore thee; 
 And death has no sting, for the Saviour has died. 
 
 Bp. Reginald Heber. (1783 — 1826.) 1012. 
 
 1328 
 
 " The Lord is viy Portion." 
 Lam. iii. 24. 
 
 13,11,12,12. 
 
 1 While Thou, O my God, art my Help and Defender, 
 
 No cares can o'erwhelm me, no terrors appall; 
 The wiles and the snares of this world will but render 
 More lively my hope in my God and my All. 
 
 2 To Thee, dearest Lord, will I turn without ceasing, 
 
 Though grief may oppress me, or sorrow befall, 
 And love Thee till death, my blest spirit releasing, 
 Secures to me Jesus, my God and my all. 
 
 Rev. William Young. (—1757.) ab. 
 1329 For a Minister cut off in his Usefulness. 1 1 , IO, 1 1 , 1 0,9, 10. 
 
 I Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime, 
 In full activity of zeal and power; 
 A Christian cannot die before his time, 
 
 The Lord's appointment is the servant's hour. 
 
 Cho. Servant of Jesus, pass to thy rest: 
 
 Soldier of Jesus, go dwell among the blest. 
 
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 Go to the grave ; at noon from labor cease ; 
 
 Rest on thy sheaves, thy harvest-task is done; 
 Come from the heat of battle, and in peace, 
 
 Soldier, go home ; with thee the fight is won. Cho. 
 Go to the grave, which, faithful to its trust, 
 
 The germ of immortality shall keep ; 
 While, safe as watched by cherubim, thy dust 
 
 Shall to the judgment-day in Jesus sleep. Cho. 
 Go to the grave, for there thy Saviour lay 
 
 In death's embraces, ere He rose on high; 
 And all the ransomed, by that narrow way, 
 
 Pass to eternal life beyond the sky. Cho. 
 
 James Montgomery. (1771— 1854.) 1825. ab. and Cho. added. 
 
 "The Pilgrims 0/ the Night" 1 1, IO,1 1,10,9,10. 
 
 Hark, hark, my soul: angelic songs are swelling 
 
 O'er earth's green fields and ocean's wave-beat shore; 
 How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling 
 
 Of that new life when sin shall be no more. 
 Chorus. Angels of Jesus, angels of light, 
 
 Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night. 
 Angels, sing on, your faithful watches keeping, 
 
 Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above; 
 Till morning's joy shall end the night of weeping, 
 
 And life's long shadows break in cloudless love. Cho. 
 
 Rev. Frederick William Faber. (1814 — 1863.) 1849. ab. and alt 
 
 1-3 3* On the Death of a Minister. S. M. d. 
 
 i Servant of God, well done, 
 
 Rest from thy loved employ; 
 The battle fought, the victory won, 
 
 Enter thy Master's joy. 
 The voice at midnight came, 
 
 He started up to hear; 
 A mortal arrow pierced his frame, 
 
 He fell, but felt no fear. 
 
 2 At midnight came the cry, 
 
 "To meet thy God prepare!" 
 He woke, and caught his Captain's eye; 
 
 Then, strong in faith and prayer, 
 His spirit with a bound 
 
 Left its encumbering clay ; 
 His tent, at sunrise, on the ground, 
 
 A darkened ruin lay. 
 
 3 The pains of death are past, 
 
 Labor and sorrow cease, 
 And, life's long warfare closed at last, 
 
 His soul is found in peace. 
 Soldier of Christ, well done, 
 
 
 Praise be thy new employ; 
 And, while eternal ages run, 
 Rest in thy Saviour's joy. 
 
 James Montgomery. (1771 — 1854.) 1825. ab. 
 '■JO" '-Non, cz n'est pas mourir." S. M. D. 
 
 i It is not death to die, 
 
 To leave this weary road, 
 And, 'midst the brotherhood on high, 
 
 To be at home with God. 
 It is not death to close 
 
 The eye long dimmed by tears, 
 And wake in glorious repose, 
 
 To spend eternal years. 
 2 It is not death to bear 
 
 The wrench that sets us free 
 From dungeon-chain, to breathe the air 
 
 Of boundless liberty. 
 Jesus, Thou Prince of Life, 
 
 Thy chosen cannot die; 
 Like Thee, they conquer in the strife, 
 
 To reign with Thee on high. 
 
 Rev. Caesar Henri Abraham Malan. (1787 — 1S64.) 1841 
 Tr. by Rev. George Washington Bethune. (1805 — iS6-Q :i- , 
 
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 1 333 The Death of the Righteous, S. M. d. 
 
 i O FOR the death of those 
 
 Who slumber in the Lord : 
 O be like theirs my last repose, 
 
 Like theirs my last reward. 
 Their bodies, in the ground, 
 
 In silent hope may lie, 
 Till the last trumpet's joyful sound 
 
 Shall call them to the sky. 
 
 2 Their ransomed spirits soar 
 
 On wings of faith and love, 
 To meet the Saviour they adore, 
 
 And reign with Him above. 
 With us their names shall live 
 
 Through long succeeding years, 
 Embalmed with all our hearts can give, 
 
 Our praises and our tears. 
 
 Rev. Samuel Francis Smith. (1808— ) 1S31. 
 I 334 "For ever with the Lord." S. M. 
 
 1 For ever with the Lord : 
 
 Amen, so let it be; 
 Life from the dead is in that word, 
 'T is 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. 
 
 5 "For ever with the Lord:" 
 
 Father, if 'tis Thy will, 
 The promise of that faithful word 
 E'en here to me fulfil. 
 
 James Montgomery. (1771 — 1854.) 1835. ab. 
 
 * 3 3 5 The Flesh resting in Hope. 
 
 I Rest for the toiling hand, 
 Rest for the anxious brow, 
 Rest for the weary, way-sore feet, 
 Rest from all labor now. 
 
 S. M. 
 
 2 Rest for the fevered brain, 
 
 Rest for the throbbing eye ; 
 Through these parched lips of thinenomore 
 Shall pass the moan or sigh. 
 
 3 Soon shall the trump of God 
 
 Give out the welcome sound, 
 That shakes thy silent chamber-walls, 
 And breaks the turf-sealed ground. 
 
 4 Ye dwellers in the dust, 
 
 Awake, come forth and sing; 
 Sharp has your frost of winter been, 
 But bright shall be your spring. 
 
 5 'T was sown in weakness here, 
 
 'T will then be raised in power : 
 That which was sown an earthly seed, 
 Shall rise a heavenly flower. 
 
 Rev. Horatius Bonar. (1808 — ) 1857. ab. 
 *-3o® Our House above. S. M. 
 
 1 We have a house above, 
 
 Not made with mortal hands; 
 And firm as our Redeemer's love, 
 That heavenly fabric stands. 
 
 2 It stands securely high, 
 
 Indissolubly sure; 
 Our glorious mansion in the sky 
 Shall evermore endure. 
 
 3 Beneath our earthly load 
 
 We labor now and groan, 
 And hasten toward that house of God, 
 And struggle to be gone. 
 
 4 Full of immortal hope, 
 
 We urge the restless strife, 
 And hasten to be swallowed up 
 Of everlasting life. 
 
 5 Thy grace with glory crown, 
 
 Who hast the earnest given, 
 And then triumphantly come down 
 And take us up to heaven. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708 — 1788.) 1759. ab. and si. alt. 
 
 TQrtiy " Surely I come quickly." 
 
 ^■JJ / Rev. xxii. 20. 
 
 8,7. 4- 
 
 I O'ER the distant mountains breaking, 
 Comes the reddening dawn of day ; 
 Rise, my soul, from sleep awaking, 
 Rise, and sing, and watch, and pray: 
 
 'Tis thy Saviour, 
 On His bright, returning way. 
 
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 2 O Thou long expected, weary 
 
 Waits my anxious soul for Thee; 
 Life is dark, and earth is dreary 
 Where Thy light I do not see : 
 
 O my Saviour, 
 When wilt Thou return to me? 
 
 3 Long, too long, in sin and sadness, 
 
 Far away from Thee I pine ; 
 When, O when, shall I the gladness 
 Of Thy Spirit feel in mine? 
 
 O my Saviour, 
 When shall I be wholly Thine? 
 
 4 Nearer is my soul's salvation, 
 
 Spent the night, the day at hand; 
 Keep me in my lowly station, 
 Watching for Thee, till I stand, 
 
 O my Saviour, 
 In Thy bright and promised land. 
 
 5 With my lamp well-trimmed and burning, 
 
 Swift to hear, and slow to roam, 
 Watching for Thy glad returning 
 To restore me to my home, 
 
 Come, my Saviour, 
 O my Saviour, quickly come. 
 
 Rev. John Samuel Bewley Monsell. (1811 — ) 1863. 
 *33" "Dies irce, dies ilia." 8, 7, 4. 
 
 1 Lo, He cometh : countless trumpets 
 
 Blow to raise the sleeping dead; 
 Midst ten thousand saints and angels, 
 See their great exalted Head: 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 Welcome, welcome, Son of God. 
 
 2 Full of joyful expectation, 
 
 Saints, behold the Judge appear; 
 Truth and justice go before Him ; 
 Now the royal sentence hear : 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 Welcome, welcome, Judge divine. 
 
 3 " Come, ye blessed of my Father, 
 
 Enter into life and joy; 
 Banish all your fears and sorrows; 
 Endless praise be your employ:" 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 Welcome, welcome, to the skies. 
 
 Rev. Jchn Cenmck. (1717— 1755.) i 74 q. ab. 
 
 *339 "The Judgmc?it Trumpet." 8, 7, 4. 
 
 1 Hark, the judgment-trumpet sounding 
 
 Rends the skies and shakes the poles ; 
 Lo, the day, with wrath abounding, 
 Breaks upon astonished souls: 
 
 Every creature 
 Now the awful Judge beholds. 
 
 2 Jesus, Captain of salvation, 
 
 Leads His armies down the skies, 
 Every kindred, tribe and nation, 
 From the sleep of death, arise: 
 
 Heaven's loud summons 
 Fills the world with dread surprise. 
 
 3 Zion's King, His throne ascending, 
 
 Calls His saints before His face : 
 Crowns, with glory never-ending, 
 All the children of His grace: 
 
 Heaven shall echo; 
 Songs of triumph fill the place. 
 
 Rev. Nathan Sidney Smith Beman. (17S6 — 1871.) 1832. ab 
 ■*• OT" Christ's Second Coining. 8, 7, 4« 
 
 i Lo, He comes, with clouds descending, 
 Once for favored sinners slain; 
 Thousand thousand saints attending 
 Swell the triumph of His train : 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 God appears on earth to reign. 
 
 2 Every eye shall now behold Him, 
 Robed in dreadful majesty ; 
 
 Those who set at nought and sold Him, 
 Pierced and nailed Him to the tree, 
 
 Deeply wailing, 
 Shall the true Messiah see. 
 
 3 Every island, sea, and mountain, 
 Heaven and earth, shall flee away; 
 
 All who hate Him must, confounded, 
 Hear the trump proclaim the day; 
 
 Come to judgriient, 
 Come to judgment, come away. 
 
 4 Now redemption, long expected, 
 See in solemn pomp appear: 
 
 All His saints, by men rejected, 
 Now shall meet Him in the air: 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 See the day of God appear. 
 
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 5 Yea, amen ; let all adore Thee, 
 High on Thine eternal throne: 
 Saviour, take the power and glory; 
 Claim the kingdom for Thine own : 
 
 O come quickly, 
 Hallelujah ! come, Lord, come. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708— 1788.) 1758. 
 Rev. Martin Madan. (1726—1790.) 1760. ab. 
 
 I 34 I The Day of Judgment. 8, 7, 4. 
 
 1 Day of judgment, day of wonders, 
 
 Hark, the trumpet's awful sound, 
 Louder than a thousand thunders, 
 Shakes the vast creation round: 
 
 How the summons 
 Will the sinner's heart confound. 
 
 2 See the Judge, our nature wearing, 
 
 Clothed in majesty divine : 
 You who long for His appearing 
 
 Then shall say, "This God is mine:" 
 
 Gracious Saviour, 
 Own me in that day for Thine. 
 
 j At His call the dead awaken, 
 
 Rise to life from earth and sea; 
 All the powers of nature, shaken 
 By His looks, prepare to flee: 
 
 Careless sinner, 
 What will then become of thee? 
 
 4 But to those who have confessed, 
 Loved and served the Lord below, 
 He will say, "Come near, ye blessed, 
 
 See the kingdom I bestow; 
 
 You for ever 
 Shall My love and glory know." 
 
 Rev. John Newton. (1725— 1807.) 1779. ab. 
 
 In 1 fy Christ in us the Hope oj Glory. 7 6 7 4 D. 
 .54^ Col i. 27. " "^ 
 
 1 In us the hope of glory, 
 
 O risen Lord, art Thou; 
 The first-fruits of the Spirit 
 
 Are in us now. 
 Yet still in dust and ashes 
 
 Before Thy throne we kneel; 
 And in our hearts is hidden 
 Thy living seal. 
 
 2 The whole creation groaneth 
 
 In prison chains for Thee: 
 O rend the veil asunder, 
 
 And set us free. 
 Raise up Thy holy sleepers, 
 
 And change Thy saints on earth, 
 In all, as one, revealing 
 The second birth. 
 
 3 O come in all Thy glory, 
 
 Our great Immanuel; 
 Come forth, our Prince and Saviour, 
 
 With us to dwell. 
 Bring Thine eternal Sabbath, 
 
 Bring Thine eternal day, 
 And cause all grief and sighing 
 To flee away. 
 
 Unknown Author. 
 
 1243 'ISoii 6 Nv/u.<£ios cpxeTai. 14. 
 
 1 Behold, the Bridegroom cometh in the middle of the night, 
 And blest is he whose loins are girt, whose lamp is burning bright; 
 But woe to that dull servant, whom the Master shall surprise 
 With lamp untrimmed, unburning, and with slumber in his eyes. 
 
 2 Do thou, my soul, beware, beware lest thou in sleep sink down, 
 Lest thou be given o'er to death, and lose the golden crown ; 
 But see that thou be sober, with watchful eye, and thus 
 
 Cry, "Holy, holy, holy God, have mercy upon us." 
 
 3 That day, the day of fear, shall come; my soul slack not thy toil, 
 But light thy lamp, and feed it well, and make it bright with oil ; 
 Who knowest not how soon may sound the cry at eventide, 
 "Behold the Bridegroom comes. Arise! Go forth to meet the Bride." 
 
 4 Beware, my soul, take thou good heed, lest thou in slumber lie, 
 And, like the five, remain without, and knock, and vainly cry; 
 
 But watch, and bear thy lamp undimmed, and Christ shall gird thee on 
 His own bright wedding-robe of light, the glory of the Son. 
 
 Rev. Gerard Moultrie. 1867. 
 
JUDGMENT AND ETERNITY. 
 
 349 
 
 ••044 " Hora novissima. 7i "• 
 
 1 The world is very evil, 
 
 The times are waxing late: 
 Be sober and keep vigil, 
 
 The Judge is at the gate; 
 The Judge that comes in mercy, 
 
 The Judge that comes with might, 
 To terminate the evil, 
 
 To diadem the right. 
 
 2 Arise, arise, good Christian, 
 
 Let right to wrong succeed; 
 Let penitential sorrow 
 
 To heavenly gladness lead; 
 To light that hath no evening, 
 
 That knows no moon nor sun, 
 The light so new and golden, 
 
 The light that is but one. 
 
 3 O Home of fadeless splendor, 
 
 Of flowers that fear no thorn, 
 Where they shall dwell as children 
 
 Who here as exiles mourn. 
 'Midst power that knows no limit, 
 
 Where wisdom has no bound, 
 The beatific vision 
 
 Shall glad the saints around. 
 
 4 O happy, holy portion, 
 
 Refection for the blest, 
 True vision of true beauty, 
 
 Sweet cure of all distrest; 
 Strive, man, to win that glory; 
 
 Toil, man, to gain that light; 
 Send hope before to grasp it, 
 
 Till hope be lost in sight. 
 
 5 O sweet and blessed country, 
 
 The home of God's elect, 
 O sweet and blessed country 
 
 That eager hearts expect: 
 Jesus, in mercy bring us 
 
 To that dear land of rest ; 
 Who art, with God the Father, 
 
 And Spirit, ever blest. 
 
 Bernard of Cluny. c. 1145. 
 Tr. by Rev. John Mason Neale. (1818— 1866.) 1858. si. alt. 
 
 1345 Death and Judgment anticipated. C. P. M. 
 
 i 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 O God, mine inmost soul convert, 
 And deeply on my thoughtful heart 
 
 Eternal things impress; 
 Give me to feel their solemn weight, 
 And tremble on the brink of fate, 
 
 And wake to righteousness. 
 
 3 Before me place, in dread array, 
 The pomp of that tremendous day, 
 
 When Thou with clouds 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 holy trembling, holy fear, 
 
 To make my calling sure, 
 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. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. 1749. ab. and alt 
 134-6 Prayer for Grace. C. P. M. 
 
 1 WHENThou,myrighteousJudge,shaltccme 
 To fetch Thy ransomed people home, 
 
 Shall I among them stand? 
 Shah such a worthless worm as I, 
 Who sometimes am afraid to die, 
 
 Be found at Thy right hand? 
 
 2 I love to meet among them now, 
 Before Thy gracious feet to bow, 
 
 Though vilest of them all ; 
 But can I bear the piercing thought, 
 What if my name should be left out, 
 
 When Thou for them shalt call? 
 
 3 Prevent, prevent it by Thy grace ; 
 
 Be Thou, dear Lord, my hiding-place, 
 
 In this th' accepted day; 
 Thy pardoning voice, O let me hear. 
 To still my unbelieving fear, 
 
 Nor let me fall, I pray. 
 
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 JUDGMENT AND ETERNITY. 
 
 4 Among Thy saints let mc be found, 
 W hene'er th' archangel's trump shall sound, 
 
 To see Thy smiling face; 
 Then loudest of the crowd I'll sing, 
 While heaven's resounding mansions ring 
 
 With shouts of sovereign grace. 
 
 Selina, Countess of Huntingdon. (1707— 1791.) 1772. alt. 
 ■£■34/ '■ Es ist geivisslich an der Zeit." °, 7. 
 
 i Great God, what do I see and hear? 
 
 The end of things created ; 
 The Judge of man I see appear, 
 
 On clouds of glory seated; 
 The trumpet sounds, the graves restore 
 The dead which they contained before ; 
 
 Prepare, my soul, to meet Him. 
 
 2 The dead in Christ shall first arise, 
 
 At the last trumpet's sounding; 
 Caught up to meet Him in the skies, 
 
 With joy their Lord surrounding; 
 No gloomy fears their souls dismay, 
 His presence sheds eternal day 
 
 On those prepared to meet Him. 
 
 3 But sinners, filled with guilty fears, 
 
 Behold His wrath prevailing: 
 For they shall rise, and find their tears 
 
 And sighs are unavailing; 
 The day of grace is past and gone; 
 Trembling they stand before the throne, 
 
 All unprepared to meet Him. 
 
 4 Great God, what do I see and hear? 
 
 The end of things created ; 
 The Judge of man I see appear, 
 
 On clouds of glory seated; 
 Beneath His cross I view the day, 
 When heaven and earth shall pass away, 
 
 And thus prepare to meet Him. 
 
 Rev. Bartholomew Ringwaldt. (1530 — 1598.) 1585. ab. 
 Tr. by Rev. William Bengo Collyer. (1782 — 1854.) 1812. alt. 
 
 Earth and Heaven shaken. 
 Heb. xii. 26. 
 
 1348 
 
 I The Lord of Might from Sinai's brow 
 Gave forth His voice of thunder; 
 And Israel lay on earth below, 
 
 Outstretched in fear and wonder: 
 Beneath His feet was pitchly night, 
 And at His left hand and His right 
 The rocks were rent asunder. 
 
 8,7- 
 
 The Lord of Love, on Calvary, 
 A meek and suffering stranger, 
 
 Upraised to heaven His languid eye 
 In nature's hour of danger : 
 
 For us He bore the weight of woe, 
 
 For us He gave His blood to flow, 
 And met His Father's anger. 
 
 The Lord of Love, the Lord of Might, 
 
 The King of all created, 
 Shall back return to claim His right, 
 
 On clouds of glory seated; 
 With trumpet-sound, and angel-song, 
 And hallelujahs loud and long, 
 
 O'er death and hell defeated. 
 
 Bp. Reginald Heber. (1783—1826.) 1827. 
 ■ 349 " Dies tree, dies ilia." L. M. 
 
 Day of wrath, O day of mourning ! 
 See fulfilled the prophets' warning, 
 Heaven and earth in ashes burning! 
 O what fear man's bosom rendeth, 
 When from heaven the Judge descendeth, 
 On whose sentence all dependeth ! 
 
 Wondrous sound the trumpet flingeth; 
 Through earth's sepulchres it ringeth; 
 All before the throne it bringeth. 
 Death is struck, and nature quaking; 
 All creation is awaking, 
 To its Judge an answer making. 
 
 Lo, the book exactly worded, 
 Wherein all hath been recorded : 
 Thence shall judgment be awarded. 
 When the Judge His seat attaineth, 
 And each hidden deed arraigneth, 
 Nothing unavenged remaineth. 
 
 4 What shall I, frail man, be pleading? 
 Who for me be interceding, 
 
 When the just are mercy needing? 
 King of Majesty tremendous, 
 Who dost free salvation send us, 
 Fount of pity, then befriend us. 
 
 5 Think, good Jesus, my salvation 
 Cost Thy wondrous incarnation; 
 Leave me not to reprobation. 
 
 Faint and weary Thou hast sought me, 
 On the cross of suffering bought me. 
 Shall such "-race be vainly brought me? 
 
JUDGMENT AND ETERNITY. 
 
 351 
 
 6 Righteous Judge, for sin's pollution, 
 Grant Thy gift of absolution, 
 
 Ere that day of retribution. 
 Guilty, now I pour my moaning, 
 All my shame with anguish owning; 
 Spare, O God, Thy suppliant groaning. 
 
 7 Thou the sinful woman saved'st; 
 Thou the dying thief forgavest ; 
 And to me a hope vouchsafest. 
 Worthless are my prayers and signing, 
 Yet, good Lord, in grace complying, 
 Rescue me from fires undying. 
 
 8 With Thy favored sheep O place me ; 
 Nor among the goats abase me; 
 
 But to Thy right hand upraise me. 
 While the wicked arc confounded, 
 Doomed to flames of woe unbounded, 
 Call me, with Thy saints surrounded. 
 
 9 Low I kneel with heart submission, 
 See, like ashes, my contrition ; 
 Help me in my last condition. 
 
 Ah, that day of tears and mourning ! 
 From the dust of earth returning, 
 Man for judgment must prepare him. 
 
 Thomas of Celano. c. 1250. 
 Rev. William Josiah Irons. (1812 — ) 1848. ab. and alt. 
 
 «J»3^' ''Dies irtr, dies ilia." L. M. 
 
 1 THAT aay of wrath, that dreadful day, 
 When heaven and earth shall pass away, 
 What power shall be the sinners stay? 
 How shall he meet that dreadful day ? 
 
 2 When,shrivellinglike a parched scroll, 
 The naming heavens together roll ; 
 When louder yet, and yet more dread, 
 Swells the high trump that wakes the dead. 
 
 3 O on that day, that wrathful day, 
 When man to judgment wakes from clay, 
 Be Thou the trembling sinner's stay, 
 Though heaven and earth shall pass away. 
 
 Thomas of Celano. c. 1250. 
 Sir Walter Scott. (1771 — 1832.) 1805. 
 
 T O t T " H e cometh to judge the Earth." L. M. 
 
 ^JJ^ Ps. xcvi. 13. 
 
 i The Lord will come, the earth shall quake, 
 The hills their fixed seat forsake, 
 And, withering from the vault of night, 
 The stars withdraw their feeble li«ht. 
 
 2 The Lord will come, but not the same 
 As once in lowly form He came, 
 
 A silent Lamb to slaughter led, 
 
 The bruised, the suffering, and the dead. 
 
 3 The Lord will come, a dreadful form, 
 With wreath of flame and robe of storm, 
 On cherub wings, and wings of wind, 
 Anointed Judge of human kind. 
 
 4 Can this be He who wont to stray 
 A pilgrim on the world's highway, 
 
 By power oppressed, and mocked by pride, 
 O God, is this the Crucified? 
 
 5 Go, tyrants, to the rocks complain, 
 Go, seek the mountain's cleft in vain ; 
 But faith, victorious o'er the tomb, 
 Shall sing for joy, " The Lord is come." 
 
 Bp. Reginald Heber. 181 1. 
 •DO Trjf rnj.ipav rr\y fipiKTrjv. L. M. 
 
 i THAT fearful day, that day of dread, 
 WhenThou shaltjudge thequickanddead ; 
 O God, I shudder to foresee 
 The awful things which then shall be. 
 
 2 When Thou shalt come, Thine angels rounc 
 With legions, and with trumpet sound ; 
 O Saviour, grant me in the air 
 
 With all Thy saints, to meet Thee there. 
 
 3 Weep, O my soul, ere that great day, 
 When God shall shine in plain array; 
 O weep thy sin, that thou may'st be 
 In that severest judgment free. 
 
 4 O Christ, forgive, remit, protect, 
 And set Thy servant with the elect; 
 That I may hear the voice, that calls 
 The righteous to Thy heavenly halls. 
 
 Theodore of the Studium. (759 — 826.) 
 Tr. by Rev. John Mason Neale. (1818— 1866.; 1862. alt 
 
 «j0«5 Looking fortoard to the Judgment. S. M. 
 
 1 THOU Judge of quick and dead, 
 
 Before whose bar severe, 
 
 With holy joy, or guilty dread, 
 
 We all shall soon appear. 
 
 2 Our cautioned souls prepare 
 
 For that tremendous day; 
 And fill us now with watchful care, 
 And stir r.s up to pray; 
 
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 JUDGMENT AND ETERNITY. 
 
 3 To pray, and wait the hour, 
 
 That awful hour unknown, 
 When robed in majesty and power, 
 Thou shalt from heaven come down,- 
 
 4 The immortal Son of Man, 
 
 To judge the human race, 
 With all Thy Father's dazzling train, 
 With all Thy glorious grace. 
 
 5 O may we thus be found 
 
 Obedient to His word, 
 Attentive to the trumpet's sound, 
 And looking for our Lord. 
 
 6 O may we thus insure 
 
 Our lot among the blest ; 
 And watch a moment to secure 
 An everlasting rest. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (170S — 1788.) 1749. ab. 
 
 The Day of Doom. 
 Matt xxv. 41. 
 
 S. M. 
 
 1354 
 
 1 And will the Judge descend, 
 
 And must the dead arise, 
 
 And not a single soul escape 
 
 His all-discerning eyes? 
 
 2 How v.-ill my heart endure 
 
 The terrors of that day, 
 When earth and heaven before His face 
 Astonished shrink away? 
 
 3 But ere that trumpet shakes 
 
 The mansions of the dead, 
 Hark, from the gospel's cheering sound 
 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. 
 
 5 So shall that curse remove, 
 
 By which the Saviour bled; 
 And the last awful day shall pour 
 His blessings on your head. 
 
 Rev. Philip Doddridge. (1702 — 1751.) 1755. ab. 
 ^ JJJ Fear and Joy at Christ's Coming. S. M. 
 
 I Behold, the day is come, 
 
 The righteous Judge is near, 
 And sinners, trembling at their doom, 
 Shall soon their sentence hear. 
 
 2 Angels in bright attire 
 
 Conduct Him through the skies; 
 Darkness and tempests, smoke and fire, 
 Attend Him as He flies. 
 
 3 How awful is the sight, 
 
 How loud the thunders roar; 
 
 The sun forbears to give his light, 
 
 And stars are seen no more. 
 
 4 The whole creation groans, 
 
 But saints arise and sing; 
 They are the ransomed of the Lord, 
 And He their God and King. 
 
 Rev. Benjamin Beddome. (1717— 1795.) 1818. 
 
 1356 
 
 Advent. S. B/ 
 
 1 The Church has waited long 
 
 Her absent Lord to see ; 
 And still in loneliness she waits, 
 A friendless stranger she. 
 
 2 Age after age has gone, 
 
 Sun after sun has set, 
 And still, in weeds of widowhood, 
 She weeps a mourner yet. 
 
 Saint after saint on earth 
 
 Has lived, and loved, and died; 
 
 And as they left us one by one, 
 We laid them side by side ; 
 
 4 We laid them down to sleep, 
 But not in hope forlorn ; 
 
 We laid them but to ripen there 
 Till the last glorious morn. 
 
 5 The whole creation groans, 
 And waits to hear that voice 
 
 That shall restore her comeliness, 
 And make her wastes rejoice. 
 
 6 Come, Lord, and wipe away 
 
 The curse, the sin, the stain, 
 And make this blighted world of ours 
 Thine own fair world again. 
 
 Rev. Horatius Bonar. (1S08 — ) 1857. ab. 
 
 I357 11 'ailing for Christ. 
 
 I In expectation sweet 
 
 We wait, and sing, and pray, 
 Till Christ's triumphal car we meet, 
 And see an endless day. 
 
 S. M. 
 
JUDGMENT AND ZTZRNITY. 
 
 353 
 
 2 H: comes, the Conqueror comes; 
 
 Death falls beneath His sword; 
 The joyful prisoners burst their tombs, 
 And rise to meet their Lord. 
 
 3 Thrice happy mourn for those 
 
 Who love the ways of peace ; 
 No night of sorrow e'er shall close 
 Or shade their perfect bliss. 
 
 Rev. Joseph Swain. (1761 — 1796.) 1791. ab. 
 135" " Come, Lord." S. M. 
 
 1 COME, Lord, and tarry not: 
 
 Bring the long-looked-for day, 
 O why these years of waiting here, 
 These ages of delay? 
 
 2 Come, for creation groans, 
 
 Impatient of Thy stay r , 
 Worn out with these long years of ill, 
 These ages of delay. 
 
 3 Come, for the corn is ripe, 
 
 Put in Thy sickle now; 
 Reap the great harvest of the earth, 
 Sower and Reaper, Thou. 
 
 4 Come in Thy glorious might, 
 
 Come with the iron rod, 
 Scattering Thy foes before Thy face, 
 Most mighty Son of God. 
 
 5 Come, and make all things new; 
 
 Build up this ruined earth ; 
 Restore our faded Paradise, 
 Creation's second birth. 
 
 6 Come, and begin Thy reign 
 
 Of everlasting peace ; 
 Come, take the kingdom to Thyself, 
 Great King of righteousness. 
 
 Rev. Horatius Bonar. 1857. ab. 
 
 Ifj £ r\ "-4 new Heaven and a new Earth." C. M. 
 OOy Rev. xxi. 1—4. 
 
 1 Lo, what a glorious sight appears 
 
 To our believing eyes : 
 The earth and seas are passed away, 
 And the old rolling skies. 
 
 2 From the third heaven where God resides, 
 
 That holy, happy place, 
 The New Jerusalem comes down, 
 Adorned with shining grace. 
 
 3 Attending angels shout for joy, 
 
 And the bright armies sing, 
 "Mortals, behold the sacred seat 
 Of vour descending Kir.";. 
 
 4 "The God of glory down to men 
 
 Removes His blest abode; 
 Men, the dear objects of His grace, 
 And He the loving God. 
 
 5 "His own soft hand shall wipe the tears 
 
 From every weeping eye ; 
 And pains, and groans,and griefs,and fears 
 And death itself shall die." 
 
 6 How long, dear Saviour, O how long 
 
 Shall this bright hour delay? 
 Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time, 
 And bring the welcome day. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1709. 
 
 Infyn The Resurrection. CM. 
 
 O u ^ 1 Thess. iv. 14—17. 
 
 i Lo, I behold the scattering shades, 
 The dawn of heaven appears ; 
 
 ■ The sweet immortal morning spreads 
 Its blushes round the spheres. 
 
 2 I see the Lord of glory come, 
 
 And flaming guards around ; 
 The skies divide to make Him room, 
 The trumpet shakes the ground. 
 
 3 I hear the voice, "Ye dead, arise," 
 
 And lo, the graves obey; 
 And waking saints, with joyful eyes, 
 Salute the expected day. 
 
 4 They leave the dust, and on the wing 
 
 Rise to the middle air, 
 In shining garments meet their King, 
 And low adore Him there. ^ 
 
 5 O may my humble spirit stand 
 
 Amongst them clothed in white : 
 The meanest place at His right hand 
 Is infinite delight. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1706. ab. 
 
 1/5 (\ t • Breathing after Heaven. C. M. 
 
 J U1 Ps.xc.13. 
 
 1 Return, O God of love, return ; 
 
 Earth is a tiresome place : 
 How long shall we, Thy children, mourn 
 Our absence from Thy face ? 
 
 2 Let heaven succeed our painful years, 
 
 Let sin and sorrow cease ; 
 And, in porportion to our tears, 
 So make our joys increase. 
 
 3 Thy wonders to Thy servants show, 
 
 Make Thine own work complete; 
 Then shall our souls Thy glory know, 
 And own Thy love was great. 
 
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 4 Then shall we shine before Thy throne 
 In all Thy beauty, Lord; 
 And the poor service we have done 
 Meet a divine reward. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1719. 
 
 HEAVEN, 
 
 " Come, Lord Jesus." 
 Rev. xxii. 20. 
 
 1362 
 
 i Hope of our hearts, O Lord, appear: 
 Thou glorious Star of day, 
 Shine forth, and chase the dreary night, 
 With all our tears, away. 
 
 2 Strangers on earth, we wait for Thee; 
 
 O leave the Father's throne, 
 Come with a shout of victory, Lord, 
 And claim us as Thine own. 
 
 3 O bid the bright archangel, now, 
 
 The trump of God prepare, 
 To call Thy saints — the quick, the dead, 
 To meet Thee in the air. 
 
 4 No resting place we seek on earth, 
 
 No loveliness we see, 
 Our eye is on the royal crown, 
 Prepared for us and Thee. 
 
 5 There, near Thy heart, upon the throne 
 
 Thy ransomed Bride shall see 
 What grace was in the bleeding Lamb, 
 Who died to make her free. 
 
 Sir Edward Denny. (1796 — ) 1S39. ab. 
 ■*■ «J'-'»5 " Sanctorum meritis inclyta gaudia." 
 
 1 The triumphs of the martyred Saints 
 
 The joyous lay demand, 
 The heart delights in song to dwell 
 On that victorious band. 
 
 2 For Thee they braved the tyrant's rage, 
 
 The scourge's cruel smart: 
 The wild beast's claw their bodies tore, 
 But vanquished not the heart. 
 
 3 Like lambs before the sword they fell, 
 
 Nor cry nor plaint expressed : 
 For patience kept the concious mind, 
 And armed the fearless breast. 
 
 4 What tongue can tell Thy crown prepared 
 
 To wreathe the martyr's head ? 
 What voice Thy robe of white to clothe 
 His limbs with torture red? 
 
 5 Vouchsafe us, Lord, if such Thy will, 
 
 Clear skies and seasons calm : 
 If not, the martyr's cross to bear, 
 And win the martyr's palm. 
 
 Unknown Author of the 8th century. 
 Tr. by Dp. Richard Main. (1776— 184S.) 1837. ab. 
 
 * O T" " Te Iceta, mundi Conditor." 
 
 i Maker of earth, to Thee alone 
 Perpetual rest belongs; 
 To Thee bright choirs around Thy thron 
 Pour forth their endless songs. 
 
 2 But we, as sinless now no more, 
 
 Are doomed to toil and pain ; 
 Yet exiles on a foreign shore 
 May sing the heavenly strain. 
 
 3 Father, whose promise binds Thee still 
 
 To make the captive free, 
 Grant us to mourn the deeds of ill 
 That banish us from Thee. 
 
 4 And, mourning, grant us faith to rest 
 
 Upon Thy love and care; 
 Till Thou restore us with the blest, 
 The joys of heaven to share. 
 
 5 O God the Father, God the Son, 
 
 And God the Holy Ghost, 
 To Thee we praise, Great Three in One, 
 From Thy created host. 
 
 Prof. Charles Coffin. (1676 — 1749.) 1736. 
 
 Tr. by Rev. John Mason .Neale. (181S— 1860.) iS 
 
 Heaven in Prospect. 
 Rev. vii. 9. 
 
 7. D. 
 
 1365 
 
 1 Palms of glory, raiment bright, 
 
 Crowns that never fade away, 
 Gird and deck the saints in light, 
 
 Priests, and kings, and conquerors they. 
 Yet the conquerors bring their palms 
 
 To the Lamb amidst the throne, 
 And proclaim, in joyful psalms, 
 
 Victory through His cross alone. 
 
 2 Kings for harps their crowns resign, 
 
 Crying, as they strike the chords, 
 "Take the kingdom, it is Thine, 
 
 King of kings, and Lord of lords." 
 Round the altar priests confess, 
 
 If their robes are white as snow, 
 T was the Saviour's righteousness, 
 
 And His blood, that made them so. 
 
 3 Who were these ? — On earth they dwel 
 
 Sinners once of Adam's race, 
 Guilt, and fear, and suffering felt, 
 
 But were saved by sovereign grace. 
 They were mortal, too, like us: 
 
 Ah, when we, like them, shall die, 
 May our souls, translated thus, 
 
 Triumph, reign, and shine on high. 
 
 Jamos Montgomery. (, 77I — 1354. ) 1829. 
 
HEAVEN. 
 
 355 
 
 7.D. 
 
 Ir^fxfx The Song; of the Sealed. 
 
 JUU Rev. vii. 9—16. 
 
 1 What are these in bright array, 
 
 This innumerable throng, 
 Round the altar night and day, 
 
 Hymning one triumphant song: 
 " Worthy is the Lamb, once slain, 
 
 Blessing, honor, glory, power, 
 Wisdom, riches, to obtain, 
 
 New dominion every hour." 
 
 2 These through fiery trials trod; 
 
 These from great afflictions came; 
 Now, before the throne of God, 
 
 Sealed with His Almighty Name; 
 Clad in raiment pure and white, 
 
 Victor-palms in every hand, 
 Through their dear 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 all fear, 
 And forever from their eyes 
 
 God shall wipe away the tear. 
 
 James Montgomery. 1819, 1853. 
 13^/ The happy Saints. 7. D. 
 
 1 High in yonder realms of light, 
 
 Dwell the raptured saints above, 
 Far beyond our feeble sight, 
 
 Happy in Immanuel's love: 
 Pilgrims in this vale of tears, 
 
 Once they knew, like us below, 
 Gloomy doubts, distressing fears, 
 
 Torturing pain, and heavy woe. 
 
 2 Mid the chorus of the skies, 
 
 Mid th' angelic lyres above, 
 Hark, their songs melodious rise, 
 
 Songs of praise to Jesus' love: 
 Happy spirits, ye are fled, 
 
 Where no grief can entrance find; 
 Lulled to rest the aching head, 
 
 Soothed the anguish of the mind. 
 
 3 All is tranquil and serene, 
 
 Calm and undisturbed repose, 
 There no cloud can intervene, 
 There no angry tempest blows: 
 
 Every tear is wiped away, 
 
 Sighs no more shall heave the breast, 
 Night is lost in endless day, 
 
 Sorrow, in eternal rest. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Raffles. (1788 — 1S63.) 1812. ab. and alt. 
 
 1368 
 
 The Sons 0/ Light. 7« D. 
 
 1 What are these arrayed in white, 
 
 Brighter than the noon-day sun, 
 Foremost of the sons of light, 
 
 Nearest the eternal throne? 
 These are they that bore the cross. 
 
 Nobly for their Master stood, 
 Sufferers in His righteous cause, 
 
 Followers of the dying God. 
 
 2 Out of great distress they came ; 
 
 Washed their robes by faith below 
 In the blood of Christ, the Lamb, 
 
 Blood that washes white as snow. 
 Therefore are they next the throne, 
 
 Serve their Maker day and night; 
 God resides among His own, 
 
 God doth in His saints delight 
 
 3 More than conquerors at last, 
 
 Here they find their trials o'er; 
 They have all their sufferings passed, 
 
 Hunger now and thirst no more; 
 No excessive heat they feel 
 
 From the sun's directer ray ; 
 In a milder clime they dwell, 
 
 Region of eternal day. 
 
 4 He that on the throne doth reign, 
 
 Them the Lamb shall always feed, 
 With the tree of life sustain, 
 
 To the living fountains lead; 
 He shall all their sorrows chase, 
 
 All their wants at once remove; 
 Wipe the 'tears from every face ; 
 
 Fill up every soul with love. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708 — 1788./ 1745 
 ■•■O y Saints and Angels before tlie Thro?ie. 
 
 I Lift your eyes of faith, and see 
 
 Saints and angels joined in one ; 
 What a countless company 
 
 Stand before yon dazzling throne. 
 Each before his Saviour stands, 
 
 All in milk-white robes arrayed; 
 Palms they carry in their hands, 
 
 Crowns of glory on their head. 
 
 7.n< 
 
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 HEAVEN. 
 
 2 Saints, begin the endless song, 
 
 Cry aloud, in heavenly lays, 
 Glory doth to God belong, 
 
 God the glorious Saviour praise; 
 All salvation from Him came, 
 
 Him who reigns enthroned on high; 
 Glory to the bleeding Lamb, 
 
 Let the morning stars reply. 
 
 3 Angel powers the throne surround; 
 
 Next the saints in glory they; 
 Lulled with the transporting sound, 
 
 They their silent homage pay; 
 Prostrate on their face, before 
 
 God and His Messiah fall; 
 Then in hymns of praise adore, 
 
 Shout the Lamb that died for all. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708 — 1788.) 1745. ab. 
 I 3 7 " O Mother dear, Jerusalem:' C. M. D. 
 
 1 O mother dear, Jerusalem, 
 
 When shall I come to thee? 
 When shall my sorrows have an end? 
 
 Thy joys when shall I see? 
 O happy harbor of God's saints, 
 
 O sweet and pleasant soil; 
 In thee no sorrow can be found, 
 
 Nor grief, nor care, nor toil. 
 
 2 No dimming cloud o'ershadows thee, 
 
 Nor gloom, nor darksome night; 
 But every soul shines as the sun, 
 
 For God Himself gives light. 
 Thy walls are made of precious stone, 
 
 Thy bulwarks diamond-square, 
 Thy gates are all of orient pearl: 
 
 O God, if I were there ! 
 
 3 Right thro' thy streets with pleasing sound 
 
 The flood of life doth flow, 
 And on the banks, on either side, 
 
 The trees of life do grow. 
 Those trees each month yield ripened fruit; 
 
 For evermore they spring, 
 And all the nations of the earth 
 
 To thee their honors bring. 
 
 4 There the blest souls that hardly 'scaped 
 
 The snare of death and hell, 
 Triumph in joy eternally, 
 Whereof no tontrue can tell. 
 
 mother dear, Jerusalem, 
 When shall I come to thee? 
 
 When shall my sorrows have an end ? 
 Thy joys when shall I see ? 
 
 Rev. Francis Baker? 161 6. alt. 
 Rev. David Dickson. (1583 — 1663.} 1649. ab. 
 
 I 37 1 Resigned to Death. C. M. D, 
 
 1 AND let this feeble body fail, 
 
 And let it faint 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 O what hath Jesus bought for me ! 
 
 Before my ravished eyes 
 Rivers of life divine I see, 
 And trees of Paradise : 
 
 1 see a world of spirits bright, 
 
 Who reap the pleasures there ; 
 They all are robed in spotless white, 
 And conquering palms they bear. 
 
 3 O what are all my sufferings here, 
 
 If. Lord, Thou count me meet 
 With that enraptured host to appear, 
 
 And worship at Thy feet ! 
 Give joy or grief, give ease or pain, 
 
 Take life or friends away, 
 I come, to find them all again 
 
 In that eternal day. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. 1759. ab. 
 ■*■ O / " Jerusalem, my JiafJ>y Home." CM. 
 
 i Jerusalem, my happy home, 
 Name e\ er dear to me, 
 When shall my labors have an end 
 In joy, and peace, and thee? 
 
 2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls 
 
 And pearly gates behold; 
 Thy bulwarks with salvation strong, 
 And streets of shining gold? 
 
 3 O when, thou City of my God, 
 
 Shall I thy courts ascend, 
 Where congregations ne'er break up, 
 And Sabbaths have no end? 
 
HEAVEN. 
 
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 4 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, 
 
 Nor sin nor sorrow know : 
 Blest seats, through rude and stormy scenes 
 I onward press to you. 
 
 5 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there 
 
 Around my Saviour stand; 
 And soon my friends in Christ below 
 Will join the glorious band. 
 
 6 Jerusalem, my happy home, 
 
 My soul still pants for thee ; 
 Then shall my labors have an end 
 When I thy joys shall see. 
 
 Unknown. Williams and Boden's Collection. 1801. ab. 
 ^373 The heavenly Fold. CM. 
 
 i There is a fold, whence none can stray, 
 And pastures ever green, 
 Where sultry sun, or stormy day, 
 Or night is never seen. 
 
 2 Far up the everlasting hills, 
 
 In God's own light it lies; 
 His smile its vast dimension fills 
 With joy that never dies. 
 
 3 One narrow vale, one darksome wave, 
 
 Divides that land from this: 
 I have a Shepherd pledged to save 
 And bear me home to bliss. 
 
 4 Soon at His feet my soul will lie 
 
 In life's last struggling breath; 
 But I shall only seem to die, 
 T shall not taste of death. 
 
 5 Far from this guilty world to be 
 
 Exempt from toil and strife > 
 To spend eternity with Thee, 
 My Saviour, this is life. 
 
 Ep. John East. 1836. ab. 
 
 Heaven invisible and holy. 
 1 Cor. ii. q, 10. Rev. xxi. 27. 
 
 C. M. 
 
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 1 NOR eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard, 
 
 Nor sense, nor reason known, 
 What joys the Father has prepared, 
 For those that love the Son. 
 
 2 But the good Spirit of the Lord 
 
 Reveals a heaven to come ; 
 
 The beams of glory in His word 
 
 Allure and guide us home. 
 
 3 Pure are the joys above the sky, 
 
 And all the region peace; 
 No wanton lips, nor envious eye, 
 Can see or taste the bliss. 
 
 4 Those holy gates for ever bar 
 
 Pollution, sin, and shame; 
 None shall obtain admittance there 
 But followers of the Lamb. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1709. ab. 
 *-DlO ' Hie breve vivitur." 7, 6. D. 
 
 1 BRIEF life is here our portion; 
 
 Brief sorrow, short-lived care ; 
 The life that knows no ending, 
 
 The tearless life, is there. 
 O happy retribution : 
 
 Short toil, eternal rest; 
 For mortals and for sinners 
 
 A mansion with the blest. 
 
 2 And now we fight the battle, 
 
 But then shall wear the crown 
 Of full and everlasting 
 
 And passionless renown. 
 But He whom now we trust in 
 
 Shall then be seen and known ; 
 And they that know and see Him 
 
 Shall have Him for their own. 
 
 3 The morning shall awaken, 
 
 The shadows shall decay, 
 And each true-hearted servant 
 
 Shall shine as doth the day. 
 There God our King and Portion, 
 
 In fulness of His grace, 
 Shall we behold forever, 
 
 And worship face to face. 
 
 Bernard of Cluny. c. 1145. 
 fr. by Rev. John Mason Neale. (1818— 1866.) 1851. alt. 
 
 1 3 7® " O bona Pairt'a." 7, 6. D. 
 
 i For thee, O dear, dear Country, 
 
 Mine eyes their vigils keep; 
 For very l#ve, beholding 
 
 Thy happy name, they weep. 
 The mention of thy glory 
 
 Is unction to the breast, 
 And medicine in sickness, 
 
 And love, and life, and rest. 
 2 O one, O only Mansion, 
 
 O Paradise of joy, 
 
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 HEAVEN 
 
 Where tears are ever banished, 
 
 And smiles have no alloy ; 
 The Lamb is all thy splendor, 
 
 The Crucified thy praise; 
 His laud and benediction 
 
 Thy ransomed people raise. 
 
 3 With jasper glow thy bulwarks, 
 
 Thy streets with emerald blaze; 
 The sardius and the topaz 
 
 Unite in thee their rays; 
 Thine ageless walls are bonded 
 
 With amethyst unpriced; 
 The saints build up its fabric, 
 
 And the Corner-stone is Christ. 
 
 4 Thou hast no shore, fair ocean ; 
 
 Thou hast no time, bright day: 
 Dear fountain of refreshment 
 
 To pilgrims far away. 
 Upon the Rock of Ages 
 
 They raise thy holy tower; 
 Thine is the victor's laurel, 
 
 And thine the golden dower. 
 
 Bernard of Cluny. c. 1145- 
 Tr. by Rev. John Mason Neale. 1851. alt. 
 
 •I 3 I I " Urbs Syon aurca." 7> "• U * 
 
 i Jerusalem the golden, 
 
 With milk and honey blest, 
 Beneath thy contemplation 
 
 Sink heart and voice opprest: 
 I know not, O I know not 
 
 What social joys are there; 
 What radiancy of glory, 
 
 What light beyond compare. 
 
 2 They stand, those halls of Zion, 
 
 All jubilant with song, 
 And bright with many an angel, 
 
 And all the martyr throng: 
 The Prince is ever in them, 
 
 The daylight is serene ; 
 The pastures of the blessed 
 
 Are decked in glorious sheen. 
 
 3 There is the throne of David ; 
 
 And there, from care released, 
 The shout of them that triumph, 
 
 The song of them that feast; 
 And they who, with their leader, 
 
 Have conquered in the fight, 
 
 For ever and for ever 
 
 Are clad in robes of white. 
 
 Bernard of Cluny. c. 114s- 
 Tr. by Rev. John Mason Neale. 1851. alt. 
 
 137° " Urbs s y° n "tclyta, Gloria." 7, 6. D. 
 
 i Jerusalem the glorious, 
 
 The home of the elect, 
 O dear and future vision 
 
 That eager hearts expect: 
 E'en now by faith I see thee, 
 
 E'en here thy walls discern; 
 To thee my thoughts are kindled, 
 
 And strive and pant and yearn. 
 
 2 New mansion of new people, 
 
 Whom God's own love and light 
 Promote, increase, make holy, 
 
 Identify, unite. 
 And there the band of prophets 
 
 United praise ascribes, 
 And there the twelve-fold chorus 
 
 Of Israel's ransomed tribes. 
 
 3 And there the Sole-Begotten 
 Is Lord in regal state; 
 
 He, Judah's mystic Lion, 
 
 He, Lamb immaculate. 
 O fields that know no sorrow, 
 
 O state that fears no strife, 
 O princely bowers, O land of flowers, 
 
 O realm and home of life. 
 
 Bernard of Cluny. c. 1145. 
 Tr. by Rev. John Mason Neale. 1851. alt. 
 
 I/jr-yr\ General Ending of tJie four pre- j f Q, 
 
 O / V ceding Hymns. 
 
 1 O sweet and blessed country, 
 
 The home of God's elect, 
 O sweet and blessed country 
 
 That eager hearts expect: 
 Jesus, in mercy bring us 
 
 To that dear land of rest ; 
 Who art with God the Father, 
 
 And Spirit, ever blest. 
 
 Bernard of Cluny. c. 1145. 
 Tr. by Rev John Mason Neale. 1851. 
 
 I 3oO The Country beyond the Stars. 
 
 I My soul, there is a country 
 Afar beyond the stars, 
 Where stands a winged sentry, 
 All skilful in the wars. 
 
 7,6. 
 
HEAVEN. 
 
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 There, above noise and danger, 
 
 Sweet Peace sits crowned with smiles, 
 
 And One born in a manger 
 Commands the beauteous files. 
 
 2 If thou canst get but thither, 
 
 There grows the flower of peace, 
 The rose that cannot wither, 
 
 Thy fortress and thine ease. 
 Leave then thy foolish ranges, 
 
 For none can thee secure, 
 But One, who never changes, 
 
 Thy God, thy Life, thy Cure. 
 
 Henry Vaughan. (1621 — 1695.) 1650. 
 I3OI The Saints marching up. 7. 6 . 8 > 6. 
 
 1 Ten thousand times ten thousand, 
 
 In sparkling raiment bright, 
 The armies of the ransomed saints 
 
 Throng up the steeps of light : 
 Tis finished, all is finished, 
 
 Their fight with death and sin : 
 Fling open wide the golden gates, 
 
 And let the victors in. 
 
 2 What rush of Hallelujahs 
 
 Fills all the earth and sky; 
 What ringing of a thousand harps 
 
 Bespeaks the triumph nigh. 
 O day, for which Creation 
 
 And all its tribes were made; 
 O joy, for all its former woes 
 
 A thousand fold repaid. 
 
 3 O then what raptured greetings 
 
 On Canaan's happy shore; 
 What knitting severed friendships up, 
 
 Where partings are no more. 
 Then eyes with joy shall sparkle, 
 
 That brimmed with tears of late: 
 Orphans no longer fatherless, 
 
 Nor widows desolate. 
 
 Rev. Henry Alford. (1810 — 1871.) 1866. 
 I3"2 The Heavenly Rest CM. 
 
 i 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 tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, 
 Where storms arise, and ocean rolls, 
 And all 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; 
 There, rays divine disperse the gloom : 
 Beyond the confines of the tomb 
 
 Appears the dawn of heaven. 
 
 Rev. William Bingham Tappan. (1794 — 1S40.) 1822, 1846. ab. 
 ■'•.j^O Solving in Tears, Reaping in Joy. C. M. 
 
 i There is an hour of hallowed peace 
 For those with cares distrest, 
 When sighs and sorr'wing tears shall cease 
 And all be hushed to rest. 
 
 2 'Tis then the soul is freed from fears 
 
 And doubts, which here annoy; 
 And they, that oft have sown in tears, 
 Shall reap again in joy. 
 
 3 There is a home of sweet repose, 
 
 Where storms assail no more; 
 The stream of endless pleasure flows, 
 On that celestial shore. 
 
 4 There smiling peace with love appears, 
 
 And bliss without alloy ; 
 There, they, who once have sown in tears, 
 Now reap eternal joy. 
 
 Rev. William Bingham Tappan. 1822. ab. 
 I 3 "4 The beatific Vision 0/ Christ. C. M. 
 
 1 FROM Thee, my God, my joys shall rise, 
 
 And run eternal rounds, 
 Beyond the limits of the skies, 
 And all created bounds. 
 
 2 The holy triumphs of my soul 
 
 Shall death itself outbrave, 
 Leave dull mortality behind, 
 And fly beyond the grave. 
 
 3 There, where my blessed Jesus reigns, 
 
 In heaven's unmeasured space, 
 I'll spend a long eternity 
 In pleasure and in praise. 
 
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 HEAVEN. 
 
 4 Millions of years my wondering eyes 
 
 Shall o'er Thy beauties rove, 
 And endless ages I'll adore 
 The glories of Thy love. 
 
 5 Sweet Jesus, every smile of Thine 
 
 Shall fresh endearments bring, 
 And thousand tastes of new delight 
 From all Thy graces spring. 
 
 6 Haste, my Beloved, fetch my soul 
 
 Up to Thy blest abode; 
 Fly, for my spirit longs to see 
 My Saviour and my God. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1709. 
 I 3 " D " The goodly Land." 6,8,4. 
 
 1 The goodly land I see, 
 
 With peace and plenty blest ; 
 A land of sacred liberty, 
 
 And endless rest: 
 There milk and honey flow, 
 
 And oil and wine abound, 
 And trees of life forever grow 
 
 With mercy crowned. 
 
 2 There dwells the Lord, our King, 
 
 The Lord, our righteousness: 
 Triumphant o'er the world and sin, 
 
 The Prince of Peace, 
 On Zion's sacred height, 
 
 His kingdom still maintains, 
 And glorious, with His saints in light, 
 
 For ever reigns. 
 
 3 Before the Saviour's face 
 
 The ransomed nations bow, 
 O'erwhelmed at His almighty grace, 
 
 For ever new : 
 He shows His prints of love; 
 
 They kindle to a flame, 
 And sound, through all the worlds above. 
 
 "The slaughtered Lamb!" 
 
 4 The whole triumphant host 
 
 Give thanks to God on high; 
 "Hail, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost," 
 
 They ever cry. 
 Hail, Abrah'm's God and mine ! 
 
 (I join the heavenly lays) 
 All might and majesty are Thine, 
 
 And endless praise. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Olivers. (1725 — 1799.) 1770. ab. 
 
 The God of 'Abraham praised. 
 Ex. iii. 6. Ps. cxlvi. 2. 
 
 6,8,4 
 
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 1 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 confest: 
 I bow and bless the sacred Name, 
 
 For ever blest. 
 
 2 The God of Abrah'm praise, 
 
 At whose supreme command 
 From earth I rise, and seek the joys 
 
 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 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. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Olivers. 1770. ab. 
 ^- O I Moving onward. IO. 
 
 1 JOYFULLY, joyfully onward I move, 
 Bound for the land of bright spirits above; 
 Angelic choristers sing as I come, 
 Joyfully, joyfully haste to thy home. 
 Soon with my pilgrimage ended below, 
 Home to that land of delight will I go; 
 Pilgrim and stranger, no more shall I roam, 
 Joyfully, joyfully resting at home. 
 
 2 Friends, fondly cherished, have passed on 
 
 before. [shore ; 
 
 Waiting, they watch me approaching the 
 Singing to cheer me through death's chilling 
 
 gloom, 
 Joyfully, joyfully haste to Thy home. 
 Sounds of sweet melody fall on my ear; 
 Harps of the blessed, your voices I hear ; 
 Rings with the harmony heaven's high dome, 
 Joyfully, joyfully haste to thy home. 
 
 3 Death, with thy weapons of war,lay me low, 
 Strike, king of terrors, I fear not the blow 
 Jesus hath broken the bars of the tomb; 
 Joyfully, joyfully will I go home. 
 
HEAVEN 
 
 Bright will the morn of eternity dawn, 
 Death shall be banished, his sceptre be gone; 
 Joyfully, then, shall I witness his doom, 
 Joyfully, joyfully, safely at home 
 
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 Rev. William Hunter. (1811— ) 1843. 
 
 I30O The happy Release. 10 - 
 
 1 HAPPY the spirit released from its clay; 
 Happy the soul that goes bounding away ; 
 Singing, as upward it hastes to the skies, 
 Victory, victory! homeward I rise. 
 
 Many the toils it has passed through below, 
 Many the seasons of trial and woe ; 
 Many the doubtings it never should sing, 
 Victory, victory ! thus on the wing. 
 
 2 How can we wish them recalled from their 
 home, 
 
 Longer in sorrowing exile to roam? 
 
 Safely they passed from their troubles beneath, 
 
 Victory, victory! shouting in death. 
 
 Thuslet them slumber, till C hrist from the skies 
 
 Bids them in glorified body arise : 
 
 Singing, as upward they spring from the tomb, 
 
 Victory, victory ! Jesus hath come. 
 
 Rev. William Hunter. 1843. 
 ±3 Q y Rev. xxii. 1. 8, 7. 
 
 1 Shall we gather at the river 
 
 Where bright angel feet have trod; 
 With its crystal tide forever 
 
 Flowing by the throne of God? 
 Cho. Yes, we '11 gather at the river, 
 
 The beautiful, the beautiful river: 
 Gather with the saints at the river, 
 That flows by the throne of God. 
 
 2 On the margin of the river, 
 
 Washing up its silver spray, 
 We will walk and worship ever, 
 All the happy golden day. Cho. 
 
 3 On the bosom of the river, 
 
 Where the Saviour-King we own, 
 We shall meet, and sorrow never 
 
 'Neath the glory of the throne. Cho. 
 
 4 Ere we reach the shining river, 
 
 Lay we every burden down ; 
 Grace our spirits will deliver, 
 
 And provide a robe and crowa Cho. 
 
 5 At the smiling of the river, 
 
 Mirror of the Saviour's face, 
 Saints whom death will never sever, 
 Lift their songs of saving grace. Cho. 
 
 Soon we'll reach the silver river, 
 Soon our pilgrimage will cease; 
 
 Soon our happy hearts will quiver 
 With the melody of peace. Cho. 
 
 Rev. Robert Lowry. (1826 — ) 
 
 1864. 
 
 1390 The City God hath wade." 8, 7. 
 
 1 DAILY, daily sing the praises 
 
 Of the City God hath made; 
 In the beauteous fields of Eden 
 Its foundation-stones are laid. 
 Cho. O the beauty of that city, 
 
 The wonderful, the wonderful city, 
 With its gates of pearl ever open, 
 That who will may enter in. 
 
 2 In the midst of that dear City 
 
 Christ is reigning on His seat, 
 
 And the angels swing their censers 
 
 In a ring about His feet. Cho. 
 
 3 From the throne a river issues, 
 
 Clear as crystal, passing bright, 
 And it traverses the City 
 
 Like a sudden beam of light. Cho. 
 
 4 There the wind is sweetly fragrant, 
 
 And is laden with the song 
 Of the seraphs, and the elders, 
 
 And the great redeemed throng. Cho. 
 
 5 O I would my ears were open 
 
 Here to catch that happy strain; 
 O I would my eyes some vision 
 Of that Eden could attain. Cho. 
 
 Rev. Sabine Baring Gould. (1834 — ) 1867. ab. 
 
 Multitude before the Throne. 
 Rev. iv. 6; vii. 9. 
 
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 1391 
 
 i Hark the sound of holy voices, 
 Chanting at the crystal sea, 
 Hallelujah, Hallelujah, 
 
 Hallelujah ! Lord to Thee. 
 
 2 Multitude, which none can number, 
 
 Like the stars in glory stand, 
 
 Clothed in white apparel, holding 
 
 Palms of victory in their hand. 
 
 3 They have come from tribulation, 
 
 And have washed their robes in blood 
 Washed them in the blood of Jesus; 
 Tried they were, and firm they stood. 
 
 4 Gladly, Lord, with Thee they suffered, 
 
 Gladly, Lord, with Thee they died; 
 And by death to life immortal 
 They were born, and glorified. 
 
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 HEAVEN. 
 
 5 Now they reign in heavenly glory, 
 
 Now they walk in golden light, 
 Now they drink, as from a river, 
 Holy bliss and infinite. 
 
 6 Love and peace they taste forever, 
 
 And all truth and knowledge see 
 In the beatific vision 
 Of the Blessed Trinity. 
 
 Bp. Christopher Wordsworth. (1807 — ) 1863. ab. 
 * 392 " Welt, lebiuohl, ich bin dcin mude." 8, 7. 
 
 1 Time, thou speedest on but slowly, 
 
 Hours, how tardy is your pace, 
 Ere with Him, the High and Holy, 
 I hold converse face to face. 
 
 2 Here is nought but care and mourning, 
 
 Comes a joy, it will not stay; 
 Fairly shines the sun at dawning, 
 Night will soon o'ercloud the day. 
 
 3 Onward then : not long I wander 
 
 Ere my Saviour comes for me, 
 And with Him abiding yonder, 
 All His glory I shall see. 
 
 4 O the music and the singing 
 
 Of the host redeemed by love ; 
 O the hallelujahs ringing 
 
 Through the halls of light above. 
 
 Rev. Johann Georg Albinus. (1624 — 1679.) 1652. 
 Tr. by Miss Catherine Winkworth. (1829 — ) 1858. ab. 
 
 *■ O V «J " A Ucluia .' duke carmen. ' ' 
 
 i Hallelujah ! best and sweetest 
 Of the hymns of praise above ; 
 Hallelujah ! thou repeatest, 
 
 Angel-host, these notes of love : 
 
 This ye utter, 
 While your golden harps ye move. 
 
 2 Hallelujah ! church victorious, 
 
 Join the concert of the sky ; 
 Hallelujah ! bright and glorious, 
 Lift, ye saints, this strain on high: 
 
 We, poor exiles, 
 Join not yet your melody. 
 
 3 Hallelujah ! strains of gladness 
 
 Suit not souls with anguish torn; 
 Hallelujah ! sounds of sadness 
 Best become our state forlorn : 
 
 Our offences 
 We with bitter tears must mourn. 
 
 8,7- 
 
 4 But our earnest supplication, 
 Holy God, we raise to Thee: 
 Visit us with Thy salvation, 
 Make us all Thy joys to see. 
 
 Hallelujah! 
 Ours at length this straiu shall be. 
 
 Unknown Author of the 14th or 15th century. 
 Tr. by Rev. John Chandler. (1806 — ) 1837. 
 
 j aa j The Lamb in the Midst of the Throne. 8, 7. 
 A jy4 Rev. vii. 17. 
 
 i Jesus, blessed Mediator, 
 
 Thou the airy path hast trod; 
 Thou the Judge, the Consummator, 
 
 Shepherd of the fold of God. 
 Can I trust a fellow-being? 
 
 Can I trust an angel's care ? 
 O Thou merciful All-seeing, 
 
 Beam around my spirit there. 
 
 2 Blessed fold, no foe can enter, 
 And no friend departeth thence; 
 
 Jesus is their sun, their centre, 
 And their shield Omnipotence. 
 
 Blessed, for the Lamb shall feed them, 
 All their tears shall wipe away, 
 
 To the living fountains lead them, 
 Till fruition's perfect day. 
 
 3 Lo, it comes, that day of wonder ; 
 
 Louder chorals shake the skies, 
 Hades' gates are burst asunder; 
 
 See, the new-clothed myriads rise: 
 Thought, repress thy weak endeavor ; 
 
 Here must reason prostrate fall; 
 O the ineffable For Ever, 
 
 And the eternal All in all. 
 
 Josiah Conder. (1789 — 1855.) 1837. ab. 
 1395 " U'er sinddie vor Gottes Throne?" 8, 7. 
 
 1 Who are these like stars appearing, 
 
 These, before God's throne who stand ? 
 Each a golden crown is wearing, 
 
 Who are all this glorious band ? 
 Alleluia ! hark, they sing, 
 Praising loud their heavenly King. 
 
 2 These are they who have contended 
 
 For their Saviour's honor long, 
 Wrestling on till life was ended, 
 
 Following not the sinful throng*: 
 These, who well the fight sustained, 
 Triumph through the Lamb have gained. 
 
HEAVEN, 
 
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 3 These are they whose hearts were riven, 
 
 Sore with woe and anguish tried, 
 Who in prayer full oft have striven 
 
 With the God they glorified: 
 Now, their painful conflict o'er, 
 God has bid them weep no more. 
 
 4 These, like priests have watched and waited, 
 
 Offering up to Christ their will, 
 Soul and body consecrated, 
 
 Day and night they serve Him still: 
 Now, in God's most holy place, 
 Blest they stand before His face. 
 
 5 Lo, the Lamb Himself now feeds them, 
 
 On Mount Zion's pastures fair; 
 From His central throne He leads them 
 
 By the living fountain there: 
 Lamb and Shepherd, Good Supreme, 
 Free He gives the cooling stream. 
 
 Rev. Heinrich Theodor Schenk. ( — 1727.) 
 Tr. by Miss Frances Elizabeth Cox. 1841. ab. 
 
 t ^s\6. " Clothed with -white Roies." L. M. 
 
 I 39° Rev. vii. 9. 
 
 1 O HAPPY saints, who dwell in light, 
 And walk with Jesus, clothed in white; 
 Safe landed on that peaceful shore, 
 Where pilgrims meet to part no more. 
 
 2 Released from sin, and toil, and grief, 
 Death was their gate to endless life ; 
 An opened cage, to let them fly 
 
 And build their happy nest on high. 
 
 3 And now they range the heavenly plains, 
 And sing their hymns in melting strains; 
 And now their souls begin to prove 
 The heights and depths of Jesus' love. 
 
 4 He cheers them with eternal smile ; 
 They sing hosannas all the while; 
 Or, overwhelmed with rapture sweet, 
 Sink down adoring at His feet. 
 
 5 Ah, Lord, with tardy steps I creep, 
 
 And sometimes sing, and sometimes weep; 
 Yet strip me of this house of clay, 
 And I will sing as loud as they. 
 
 Rev. John Berridge. (1716 — 1793.) 1785. 
 ^ 3 97 The Sight 0/ God and Christ in Heaven. L. M. 
 
 I Descend from heaven, Immortal Dove, 
 Stoop down and take us on Thy wings, 
 And mount and bear us far above 
 The reach of these inferior thincrs. 
 
 2 O for a sight, a pleasing sight, 
 
 Of our Almighty Father's throne: 
 There sits our Saviour crowned with light, 
 Clothed in a body like our own. 
 
 3 Adoring saints around Him stand. 
 
 And thrones and powers before Him fall ; 
 The God shines gracious through the Man, 
 And sheds sweet glories on them all. 
 
 4 When shall the day, dear Lord, appear, 
 
 That I shall mount to dwell above, 
 And stand and bow amongst them there, 
 And view Thy face, and sing, and love? 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1709. ab. 
 
 1398 
 
 With Christ in Glory. 
 John xvii. 24. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 i O FOR a sweet, inspiring ray, 
 To animate our feeble strains, 
 From the bright realms of endless day. 
 The blissful realms, where Jesus reigns. 
 
 2 There, low before His glorious throne, 
 
 Adoring saints and angels fall; 
 And with delightful worship own 
 
 Hissmile their bliss, their heaven, their all. 
 
 3 Immortal glories crown His head, 
 
 While tuneful hallelujahs rise, 
 And love, and joy, and triumph spread 
 Through all th' assemblies of the skies. 
 
 4 He smiles, and seraphs tune their songs 
 
 To boundless rapture while they gaze ; 
 Ten thousand thousand joyful tongues 
 Resound His everlasting praise. 
 
 5 There, all the favorites of the Lamb 
 Shall join at last the heavenly choir : 
 
 O may the joy-inspiring theme 
 Awake our faith and warm desire. 
 
 6 Dear Saviour, let Thy Spirit seal 
 Our interest in that blissful place ; 
 
 Till death remove this mortal veil, 
 And we behold Thy lovely face. 
 
 Miss Anne Steele. (171 7 — 1778.) 1760. 
 
 InAn The Return of the S011I to God. L. M. 
 
 jyy Feci. xii. 7 . 
 
 I Now let our souls, on wings sublime, 
 Rise from the vanities of time, 
 Draw back the parting vail, and see 
 The glories of eternity. 
 
$4 
 
 HEAVEN. 
 
 2 Born by a new, celestial birth, 
 
 Why should we grovel here on earth ? 
 Why grasp at vain and fleeting toys, 
 So near to heaven's eternal joys? 
 
 3 Shall aught beguile us on the road, 
 While we are walking back to God? 
 For strangers into life we come, 
 And dying is but going home. 
 
 4 Welcome, sweet hour of full discharge, 
 That sets our longing souls at large, 
 Unbinds our chains, breaks up our cell, 
 And gives us with our God to dwell. 
 
 5 To dwell with God, to feel His love, 
 Is the full heaven enjoyed above ; 
 And the sweet expectation now 
 
 Is the young dawn of heaven below. 
 
 Rev. Thomas Gibbons. (1720 — 1785.) 1762. alt 
 
 Satisfied with God's Likeness. 
 Ps. xvii. 15. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 1400 
 
 1 What sinners value I resign; 
 
 Lord, 't is enough that Thou art mine : 
 I shall behold Thy blissful face, 
 And stand complete in righteousness. 
 
 2 This life's a dream, an empty show; 
 But the bright world to which I go 
 Hath joys substantial and sincere : 
 When shall I wake and find me there ! 
 
 3 O glorious hour, O blest abode, 
 
 I shall be near and like my God; 
 And flesh and sin no more cont.-ol 
 The sacred pleasures of the soul. 
 
 4 My flesh shall slumber in the ground 
 Till the last trumpet's joyful sound; 
 Then burst the chains with sweet surprise, 
 And in my Saviour's image rise. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 174S.) 1719. ab. 
 I 40 I The Rest that remaineth. L. M. 
 
 1 LORD, Thou wilt bring the joyful day; 
 
 Beyond earth's weariness and pains, 
 Thou hast a mansion far away, 
 
 Where, for Thine own, a rest remains. 
 
 2 No sun there climbs the morning sky, 
 
 There never falls the shade of night, 
 God and the Lamb, for ever nigh, 
 
 3 The bow of mercy spans the throne, 
 
 Emblem of love and goodness there; 
 While notes, to mortals all unknown, 
 Float on the calm celestial air. 
 
 4 Around the throne bright legions stand, 
 
 Redeemed by blood from sin and hell; 
 And shining forms, an angel band, 
 The mighty chorus join to swell. 
 
 5 There, Lord, Thy way-worn saints shall find 
 
 The bliss for which they longed before; 
 And holiest sympathies shall bind 
 Thine own to Thee for evermore. 
 
 6 O Jesus, bring us to that rest, 
 
 Where all the ransomed shall be found, 
 In Thine eternal fulness blest, 
 
 While ages roll their cycles round. 
 
 Rev. Ray Palmer. (1808—) 1865. 
 I4O2 The Promised Land. CM. 
 
 1 On Jordan's rugged banks I stand, 
 
 And cast a wishful eye 
 To Canaan's fair and happy land, 
 Where my possessions lie. 
 
 2 O the transporting, rapturous scene 
 
 That rises to my sight : 
 Sweet fields arrayed in living green, 
 And rivers of delight. 
 
 3 All o'er those wide-extended plains 
 
 Shines one eternal day ; 
 There God, the Son, for ever reigns, 
 And scatters night away 
 
 4 No chilling winds, or poisonous breath, 
 
 Can reach that healthful shore; 
 Sickness and sorrow, pain and death, 
 Are felt and feared no more. 
 
 5 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? 
 
 6 Filled with delight, my raptured soul, 
 
 Can here no longer stay : 
 Though Jordan's waves around me roll, 
 Fearless I'd launch away. 
 
 Rev. Samuel Stennett. (1727 — 1795.) 1787. ab. 
 
HEAVEN. 
 
 365 
 
 * 4^3 Heavenly Hope. C M. 
 
 1 When I can read my title clear 
 
 To mansions in the skies, 
 I bid farewell to every fear, 
 And wipe my weeping eyes. 
 
 2 Should earth against my soul engage, 
 
 And hellish darts be hurled, 
 • Then I can smile at Satan's rage, 
 And face a frowning world. 
 
 3 Let cares like a wild deluge come, 
 
 And storms of sorrow fall; 
 May I but safely reach my home, 
 My God, my heaven, my all: 
 
 4 There shall I bathe my weary soul 
 
 In seas of heavenly rest, 
 And not a wave of trouble roll 
 Across my peaceful breast. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1709. 
 
 The Martyrs glorified. 
 Rev. vii. 13 — 17. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 1404 
 
 1 How* bright these glorious spirits shine, 
 
 Whence all their white array? 
 How came they to the blissful seats 
 Of everlasting day? 
 
 2 Lo, these are they from sufferings great 
 
 Who came to realms of light, 
 And in the blood of Christ have washed 
 Those robes which shine so bright. 
 
 3 Now, with triumphal palms, they stand 
 
 Before the throne on high, 
 And serve the God they love, amidst 
 The glories of the sky. 
 
 4 The Lamb which dwells amidst the throne 
 
 Shall o'er them still preside, 
 Feed them with nourishment divine, 
 And all their footsteps guide. 
 
 5 'Mong pastures green He'll lead His flock, 
 
 Where living streams appear; 
 And God, the Lord, from every eye 
 Shall wipe off every tear. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watt's. 1709. alt. 
 Rev. William Cameron. (1751 — 181 1.) 1770. ab. 
 
 * 4 5 The s -Meet Fields. CM. 
 
 I There, is a land of pure delight, 
 Where saints immortal reign; 
 24 
 
 Infinite day excludes the night, 
 
 And pleasures banish pain, 
 There, everlasting springs abide, 
 
 And never-withering flowers: 
 Death, like a narrow sea, divides 
 
 This heavenly land from ours. 
 
 2 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood, 
 
 Stand dressed in living green: 
 So to the Jews old Canaan stood, 
 
 While Jordan rolled between. 
 But timorous mortals start and shrink 
 
 To cross this narrow sea, 
 And linger shivering on the brink, 
 
 And fear to launch away. 
 
 3 O could we make our doubts remove, 
 
 Those gloomy doubts that rise, 
 And see the Canaan that we love 
 
 With unbeclouded eyes; 
 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. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1709. 
 I4OO The blessed Hope. CM. 
 
 i O, WHAT a blessed hope is ours: 
 
 While here on earth we stay, 
 We more than taste the heavenly powers, 
 
 And ante-date that day. 
 Wc feel the resurrection near, 
 
 Our life in Christ concealed, 
 And with His glorious presence here 
 
 Our earthen vessels filled. 
 
 2 O would He more of heaven bestow, 
 
 And let the vessel break, 
 And let our ransomed 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 
 
 Through all eternity. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708 — 17S8.) 1759. ab. 
 I4O/ TJie Song 0/ A ngels above. CM. 
 
 I Earth has engrossed my love too long; 
 'Tis time I lift mine eyes 
 Upward, dear Father, to Thy throne,. 
 And to my native skies. 
 
366 
 
 HEAVEN. 
 
 2 There the blest Man, my Saviour, sits; 
 
 The God, how bright He shines! 
 And scatters infinite delights 
 On all the happy minds. 
 
 3 Seraphs with elevated strains 
 
 Circle the throne around; 
 And move, and charm the starry plains 
 With an immortal sound. 
 
 4 Jesus, the Lord, their harps employs; 
 
 Jesus, my love, they sing; 
 Jesus, the life of both our joys, 
 Sounds sweet from every string. 
 
 5 Now let me dwell on earth no more, 
 
 But mount in haste above, 
 
 To bless the God that I adore, 
 
 And sing the Man I love. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1706. ab. and alt. 
 I4O0 Rest /or the Weary. 8,7. 
 
 i In the Christian's home in glory, 
 There remains a land of rest; 
 There my Saviour's gone before me,. 
 
 To fulfil my soul's request. 
 CJw. There is rest for the weary, 
 
 There is rest for the weary, 
 There is rest for the weary, 
 
 There is rest for you, 
 On the other side of Jordan, 
 
 In the sweet fields of Eden, 
 Where the tree of life is blooming, 
 There is rest for you. 
 
 2 He is fitting up my mansion, 
 
 Which eternally shall stand, 
 For my stay shall not be transient 
 In that holy, happy land. Cho. 
 
 3 Pain and sickness ne'er shall enter, 
 
 Grief nor woe my lot shall share; 
 But in that celestial centre 
 
 I a crown of life shall wear. Cho. 
 
 4 And the grave shall then be conquered, 
 
 And the sting of death be lost ; 
 And our bark, all safely anchored, 
 Never more be tempest-tost. Cho. 
 
 5 Sing, O sing, ye heirs of glory; 
 
 Shout your triumph as you go; 
 Zion's gate will ope before ye, 
 
 Youshall find an entrance through. Cho. 
 
 Rev. Samuel Young Harmer. (1S09 — ) 1856. 
 
 " This is not your Rest." 
 
 8,7. 
 
 1409 Micahii.io. 
 
 1 This is not my place of resting, 
 
 Mine's a city yet to come; 
 Onward to it I am hasting, 
 On to my eternal home. Cho. 
 
 2 In it all is light and glory; 
 
 O'er it shines a nightless day ; 
 Every trace of sin's sad story, 
 
 All the curse, hath passed away. Cho. 
 
 3 There the Lamb, our Shepherd, leads us, 
 
 By the streams of life along, 
 On the freshest pastures feeds us, 
 Turns our sighing into song. Cho. 
 
 4 Soon we pass this desert dreary, 
 
 Soon we bid farewell to pain ; 
 Never more are sad or weary, 
 Never, never sin again. Cho. 
 
 Rev. Horatius Bonar. (1808 — ) 1845. 
 I 4 I "New Jerusalem." 7. 6, 7, 7, 7- 
 
 1 We are on our journey home, 
 
 Where Christ our Lord is gone ; 
 We shall meet around His throne, 
 When He makes His people one 
 || : In the new: || Jerusalem. 
 
 2 We can see that distant home, 
 
 Though clouds rise dark between ; 
 Faith views the radiant dome, 
 And a lustre flashes keen 
 || : From the new:|| Jerusalem. 
 
 3 O glory shining far 
 
 From the never-setting Sun, 
 O trembling morning-star, 
 Our journey's almost done 
 || : To the new:|| Jerusalem. 
 
 4 O holy, heavenly Home, 
 
 O rest eternal there : 
 When shall the exiles come, 
 
 Where they cease from earthly care 
 
 || : In the new:|| Jerusalem. 
 
 5 Our hearts are breaking now 
 
 Those mansions fair to see; 
 O Lord, Thy heavens bow, 
 And raise us up with Thee 
 || : To the new:|| Jerusalem. 
 
 Rev. Charles Beecher. (1819 — ) 1857. 
 
HEAVEN. 
 
 367 
 
 141 I " Sa/e Home/' 7- 
 
 1 SAFE Home, safe Home in port! 
 
 Rent cordage, shattered deck, 
 Torn sails, provisions short, 
 
 And only not a wreck : 
 But the joy upon the shore, 
 To tell our voyage perils o'er ! 
 
 2 No more the foe can harm : 
 
 No more of leaguered camp, 
 And cry of night-alarm, 
 
 And need of ready lamp : 
 And yet how nearly had he failed, 
 How nearly had that foe prevailed ! 
 
 3 The lamb is in the fold 
 
 In perfect safety penned: 
 The lion once had hold, 
 
 And thought to make an end; 
 But One came by with wounded side, 
 And for the sheep the Shepherd died. 
 
 Joseph of the Studium. ( — 883 ) 
 Rev. John Mason Neale. (181S-- 1866.) 1862. ab. 
 
 I 4 I 2 Nearing Home. S. M. 
 
 i ONE sweetly solemn thought 
 Comes to me o'er and o'er, 
 Nearer my parting hour am I 
 Than e'er I was before. 
 
 2 Nearer my Father's house, 
 
 Where many mansions be; 
 Nearer the throne where Jesus reigns, 
 Nearer the crystal sea; 
 
 3 Nearer my going home, 
 
 Laying my burden down, 
 Leaving my cross of heavy grief, 
 Wearing my starry crown. 
 
 4 Nearer that hidden stream, 
 
 Winding through shades of night, 
 Rolling its cold, dark waves between 
 Me and the world of light. 
 
 5 Jesus, to Thee I cling: 
 
 Strengthen my arm of faith ; 
 Stay near me while my way-worn feet 
 Press through the stream of death. 
 
 Miss Phosbe Car)'. (1823— 1871.) 1852. ab. and alt. 
 
 * 4 * 3 Our Home above. S. M . 
 
 1 Our glorious home above, 
 
 The City of our God, 
 The resting-place of peace and love, 
 The pilgrim's sweet abode : 
 
 2 O for an angel's wing 
 
 To soar above the skies, 
 And join the angelic choir who sing 
 Their hallowed symphonies. 
 
 3 Pure mansions of the blest, 
 
 Prepared by Jesus' hand, 
 That all His own may sweetly rest 
 Safe in Emmanuel's Land. 
 
 4 May each we love be there, 
 
 From death and darkness free; 
 Our joy unspeakable to share 
 Throughout eternity. 
 
 Rev. D. T. K. Drummond. 1S50. 
 
 1 4 I 4 Rest after Toil. S. M. 
 
 i And is there, Lord, a rest, 
 For weary souls designed, 
 Where not a care shall stir the breast, 
 Or sorrow entrance find? 
 
 2 Is there a blissful home, 
 Where kindred minds shall meet, 
 
 And live, and love, nor ever roam 
 From that serene retreat? 
 
 3 Are there bright, happy fields, 
 Where naught that blooms shall die; 
 
 Where each new scene fresh pleasure yields, 
 And healthful breezes sigh? 
 
 4 Are there celestial streams, 
 
 Where living waters glide, 
 With murmurs sweet as angel-dreams, 
 And flowery banks beside? 
 
 5 For ever blessed they, 
 
 Whose joyful feet shall stand, 
 While endless ages waste away, 
 Amid that glorious land ! 
 
 6 My soul would thither tend, 
 
 While toilsome years are given; 
 Then let me, gracious God, ascend 
 To sweet repose in heaven. 
 
 Rev. Ray Palmer. (1S0S— ) 1843. 
 
368 
 
 HEAVEN. 
 
 * 4 * 5 Paradise. P. M. 
 
 i O Paradise, O Paradise, 
 Who doth not care for rest, 
 Who would not seek the happy land 
 
 Where they that loved are blest ? 
 CJio. Where loyal hearts and true 
 Stand ever in the light, 
 All rapture through and through, 
 In God's most holy sight. 
 
 2 O Paradise, O Paradise, 
 
 The world is growing old; 
 Who would not be at rest and free 
 Where love is never cold? Cho. 
 
 3 O Paradise, O Paradise, 
 
 'Tis weary waiting here; 
 
 I long to be where Jesus is, 
 To feel, to see Him near; 
 
 Cho. 
 
 4 O Paradise, O Paradise, 
 
 I want to sin no more, 
 I want to be as pure on earth 
 As on Thy spotless shore ; Cho. 
 
 5 O Paradise, O Paradise, 
 
 I greatly long to see 
 The special place my dearest Lord 
 In love prepares for me; Cho. 
 
 6 Lord, Jesus, King of Paradise, 
 
 O keep me in Thy love, 
 And guide me to that happy land 
 Of perfect rest above ; Cho. 
 
 Rev. Frederick William Faber. (1814 — 1863.) 1854. ab. and 
 
 alt. 
 
 I4l6 
 
 " Which was, and is, and is to come." \\ 12, 12, IO. 
 Rev. iv. 8. 
 
 Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty ! 
 
 Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee; 
 Holy, holy, holy ! Merciful and Mighty ! 
 
 God in Three Persons, Blessed Trinity ! 
 
 Holy, holy, holy ! all the saints adore Thee, 
 
 Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea; 
 Cherubim and seraphim falling down before Thee, 
 
 Which wert, and art, and evermore shalt be. 
 
 3 Holy, holy, holy ! though the darkness hide Thee, 
 
 Though the eye of sinful man Thy glory may not see, 
 Only Thou art holy, there is none beside Thee, 
 Perfect in power, in love, and purity. 
 
 4 Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty! 
 
 All Thy works shall praise Thy Name, in earth, and sky, and sea; 
 Holy, holy, holy ! Lord God Almighty ! 
 God in Three Persons, Blessed Trinity ! 
 
 Bp. Reginald Heber. (1783— 1826.) 18*7. 
 
DOXOLOGIES, 
 
 3^ 
 
 1 C. M. 
 
 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
 
 The God whom we adore, 
 Be glory, as it was, is now, 
 
 And shall be ever more. 
 
 Tate and Brady. 1696. 
 
 2 S. M. 
 
 To God the Father, Son, 
 
 And Spirit, One and Three, 
 Be glory, as it was, is now, 
 
 And shall for ever be. 
 
 Rev. John Wesley. (1703 — 1791.) 1741- 
 
 3 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. 
 
 Bp. Thomas Ken. (1637 — 1711.) 1697. 
 
 4 L. M. 
 
 To God the Father, God the Son, 
 And God the Spirit, Three in One, 
 Be honor, praise, and glory given, 
 By all on earth, and all in heaven. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674 — 1748.) 1709. 
 
 5 L. M. 61. 
 
 To God the Father, God the Son, 
 And God the Spirit, Three in One, 
 Be honor, praise, and glory given, 
 By all on earth, and all in heaven; 
 As was through ages heretofore, 
 Is now, and shall be evermore. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1709. First 4 lines. 
 
 6 C. P. M. 
 
 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
 
 The God whom heaven's triumphant host 
 
 And saints on earth adore ; 
 Be glory as in ages past, 
 As now it is, and so shall last, 
 
 When time shall be no more. 
 
 Tate and Brady. 1696. alt, 
 
 7 L. P. M. 
 
 Now to the great and sacred Three, 
 The Father, Son, and Spirit, be 
 
 Eternal praise and glory given, 
 Through all the worlds where God is known, 
 By all the angels near the throne, 
 
 And all the saints in earth and heaven. 
 
 Rev. Isaac Watts. 1719. 
 
 8 H. M. 
 
 O God, for ever blest, 
 
 To Thee all praise be given ; 
 
 Thy Name Triune confest 
 By all in earth and heaven ; 
 
 As heretofore it was, is now, 
 And shall be so for evermore. 
 
 Rev. Edward Henry Bickersteth. [1825 — ] 1S70. 
 
 9 8,7. 
 
 Praise the Father, earth and heaven, 
 Praise the Son, the Spirit praise, 
 
 As it was, and is, be given 
 Glory through eternal days. 
 
 Unknown Author. 1827. 
 
 10 8,7-D. 
 
 Praise the God of all creation ; 
 
 Praise the Father's boundless love ; 
 Praise the Lamb, our Expiation, 
 
 Priest and King enthroned above ; 
 Praise the Fountain of Salvation, 
 
 Him by whom our spirits live : 
 Undivided adoration 
 
 To the One Jehovah give. 
 
 Josiah Conder. (1789 — 1855.) 1836. 
 
 II 8, 7, 4- 
 
 Glory be to God the Father, 
 
 Glory be to God the Son, 
 Glory be to God the Spirit, 
 Great Jehovah, Three in One : 
 
 Glory, glory, 
 While eternal ages run. 
 
 Rev. Horatius Bonar. (180S— ) 1S66. 
 
370 
 
 DOXOLOGIES. 
 
 12 
 
 7,6. d. 
 
 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
 
 One God whom we adore, 
 Join we with the heavenly host, 
 
 To praise Thee evermore : 
 Live, by heaven and earth adored, 
 
 Three in One, and One in Three, 
 Holy, holy, holy Lord, 
 
 All glory be to Thee. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708— 1788.) 1746. alt. 
 
 13 7. 
 
 Sing we to our God above 
 Praise eternal as His love : 
 Praise Him, all ye heavenly host, 
 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 
 
 Rev. Charles Wesley. 1740. 
 
 14 7- 61. 
 
 Praise the Name of God most high, 
 Praise Him, all below the sky, 
 Praise Him, all ye heavenly host, 
 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost; 
 As through countless ages past, 
 Evermore His praise shall last. 
 
 Unknown Author. 1827. 
 
 15 7. 61. 
 
 God the Father, God of grace, 
 Saviour, born of mortal race, 
 Comforter, our Life and Light, 
 One in essence, love and might ; 
 Thee whom all in heaven adore, 
 We would worship evermore. 
 
 Rev. Ray Palmer. (1808—) 1S73. 
 
 16 
 
 7. D. 
 
 Praise our glorious King and Lord, 
 Angels waiting on His word, 
 Saints that walk with Him in white, 
 Pilgrims walking in His light : 
 Glory to the Eternal One, 
 Glory to His Only Son, 
 Glory to the Spirit be 
 Now, and through eternity. 
 
 Rev. Alexander Ramsay Thompson. (1822 — ) i? 
 
 17 6,4. 
 
 To the great One in Three 
 The highest praises be, 
 
 Hence evermore; 
 His sovereign majesty 
 May we in glory see, 
 And to eternity 
 
 Love and adore. 
 
 • Rev. Charles Wesley. 1757. 
 
 18 
 
 6,4. 
 
 To God, the Father, Son, 
 And Spirit, Three in One, 
 
 All praise be given: 
 Crown Him in every song; 
 To Him your hearts belong, 
 Let all His praise prolong 
 
 On earth, in heaven. 
 
 Rev. Edwin Francis Hatfield. (1807 — ) 1843. 
 
 19 
 
 To Father, Son, and Spirit, ever blest, 
 Eternal praise and worship be addrest ; 
 From age to age, ye saints, His name adore, 
 And spread His fame, till time shall be no 
 more. 
 
 Rev. Simon Browne. (1680 — 1732.) 1720. alt 
 
 20 
 
 10, 11. 
 
 All glory to God, the Father and Son, 
 And Spirit of grace, the great Three in One ; 
 Let highest ascriptions forever be given 
 By all the creation on earth and in heaven. 
 
 Rippon's Collection. 1778. 
 
 21 
 
 O Father Almighty, to Thee be addrest, 
 With Christ and the Spirit, One God ever 
 
 blest, 
 All glory ana worship, from earth and from 
 
 heaven, 
 As was, and is now, and shall ever be given. 
 
 Unknown Author. 
 
p 
 
 HANTS. 
 
 x Ps. xcv. 
 
 1 O COME, let us sing un- | to the | Lord; || Let us heartily rejoice in the | strength of | 
 
 our sal- | vation. 
 
 2 Let us come before His presence | with thanks- | giving; || And show ourselves | glad 
 
 in | Him with | psalms. 
 
 3 For the Lord is a | great — | God; || And a great | King a- | bove all | gods. 
 
 4 In His hands are all the corners | of the | earth; || And the strength of the | hills i6 | 
 
 His — | also. 
 
 5 The sea is His | and He | made it; || And His hands pre- | pared | the dry | land. 
 
 6 O come, let us worship | and fall | down ; || And kneel be- | fore the | Lord our [ Maker. 
 
 7 For He is the | Lord our | God; || And we are the people of His pasture, and the | 
 
 sheep of | His — | hand. 
 
 8 O worship the Lord in the | beauty *of | holiness; || Let the whole i earth" "stand in | 
 
 awe of | Him. 
 *9 For He cometh, for He cometh to ■ judge the | earth; || And with righteousness to 
 
 judge the world, and the | people j with His | truth. 
 io Glory be to the Father, and J to the | Son, || And | to the | Holy | Ghost; 
 ii As it was in the beginning, is now, and | ever" "shall | be, || World without | end. A-| 
 
 men, A- [ men. 
 
 n Ltriatus Sum. 
 
 ~ Ps. cxxiL 
 
 1 I WAS glad when they said | unto | me, || Let us go into the | house- • | of the | Lord. 
 
 2 Our feet shall stand with- | in thy | gates, || O — | — Je- | rusa- | lem ! 
 
 3 Jerusalem is builded | as a | city || That | is com- | pact to- | gether: 
 
 4 Whither the tribes go up, the | tribes" "of the | Lord, || Unto the testimony of Israel, 
 
 to give thanks unto the | name — | of the | Lord. 
 
 5 For there are set | thrones of | judgment, || The thrones of the | house of | Da- | vid. 
 
 6 Pray for the peace of Je- | rusa- | lem : || They shall | prosper" "that | love — | thee. 
 
 7 Peace be with- | in thy | walls, || And prosperity with- | in thy | pala- | ces. 
 
 8 For my brethren and com- | panions' | sakes, || I will now say, I Peace — | be with- | in 
 
 thee. 
 •9 Because cf the house of the | Lord our | God || I will | seek — | thy — | good. 
 Glory be to the Father, &c. 
 
 (37i) 
 
CHANTS. 
 
 TE DEUM LAUDAMUS. 
 
 3 
 
 i We praise Thee, | O — | God; || we acknowledge | Thee to | be the | Lord. || All the 
 earth doth | worship | Thee, || the Father | ever- | last | ing. 
 
 2 To Thee allAngels | cry a- | loud; || the Heavens, and | all the | powers' "there- | in. || 
 
 To Thee Cherubim, and | Sera- | phim || con- | tin-ual- j ly do | cry, 
 
 3 Holy, | Holy, | Holy, || Lord | God of | Saba- | oth; || Heaven and earth are full of 
 
 the | Majes- | ty || of | Thy — | glo | ry. 
 
 4 The glorious company | of the | Apostles || praise | | | Thee; || The good- 
 
 ly fellowship | of the | Prophets || praise | j | Thee. 
 
 5 The noble army | of — j Martyrs || praise | | | Thee. || The holy Church 
 
 throughout | all the | world || doth | — ac- | knowledge | Thee, 
 
 6 The | Fa | ther || of an | infinite | Majes- | ty; || Thine ad- | ora-ble, | true, || and 
 
 on | ly — | Son ; 
 
 7 Also the | Holy | Ghost, ]| the | Com — ] — fort- | er. || Thou art the | King of | Glo- 
 
 ry, II O | | | Christ. 
 
 8 Thou art the ever- | lasting | Son || of | — the | Fa | ther. || When Thou tookest 
 
 upon Thee to de- | liver | man, || Thou d:dst humble Thyself to be | born — | of 
 a | Virgin. 
 
 9 When Thou hadst overcome the | sharpness" "of | death, || Thou didst open the Kingdom 
 
 of Heaven to | all be- | liev | ers. || Thou sittest at the right hand | of — 
 
 God || in the glory | of the | Fa | ther. 
 
 10 We believe that | Thou shalt | come || to | be — | our — | Judge. || We therefore 
 
 pray Thee, | help Thy | servants, || whom Thou hast redeemed | with Thy | pre- 
 cious | blood. 
 
 11 Make them to be numbered | with Thy | saints ]| in glory | ever- | last | ing. || O 
 
 Lord, | save Thy | people, || and | bless Thine | heri- | tage. 
 
 12 Gov- | — ern | them || and | lift them | up for- | ever. || Day | by — | day || we | mag- 
 
 ni- | fy — Thee. 
 
 13 And we worship | Thy — | Name, || ever, | world with- | out — | end. || Vouchsafe, | 
 
 O — I Lord, || to keep us | this day | without | sin. 
 
 14 O Lord, have mercy up- | on — j us, || have | mercy "up- | on — | us. || O Lord, let 
 
 Thy mercy be up- | on — | us, || as our | trust — | is in | Thee. 
 •15 O Lord, in Thee | have I | trusted, || let me never | be con- | found | ed. 
 
 GLORIA PATRI. 
 
 Glory be tu the Father, and I to the | Son,|| and | to the | Ho - ly |Ghost.|| 
 
 As it was in the beginning, j ever shall | be, || woild without | end, A - | men, A - 1 men. j| 
 is now, and I 
 
 5 Ps. c 
 
 1 O BE joyful in the Lord, | all ye | lands; || Serve the Lord with gladness, And come be- 
 
 fore His I presence | with a | song. 
 
 2 Be sure that the Lord | He is | God; || It is He that hath made us, and not we our- 
 
 selves: We are His | people; "and the | sheep of" "His | pasture. 
 
 3 O go your way into His gates with thanksgiving, And intcHis | courts with | praise; || 
 
 Be thankful unto Him, and | speak good | of His | name. 
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CHANTS. 
 
 4 For the Lord is gracious, His mercy is | ever- | lasting ; || And His truth endureth from 
 
 gene- | ration" "to | gene- | ration. 
 
 5 Glory be to the Father, and | to the | Son, || And | to the | Holy | Ghost; 
 
 6 As it was in the beginning, is now, and | ever" "shall | be, || World|without | end. A- I 
 
 men. 
 
 Luke i. 68—71. 
 
 1 Blessed be the Lord | God of | Israel, || For He hath visited | and re- | deemed His | 
 
 people ; 
 
 2 And hath raised up a horn of sal- | vation | for us, || In the house | of His | servant | 
 
 David; 
 
 3 As He spake by the mouth of His | holy | prophets, j| Which have been | since the | 
 
 world be- | gan ; 
 
 4 That we should be saved | from our | enemies, || And from the | hand of | all that J 
 
 hate us. 
 
 5 Glory be to the Father, and | to the | Son, || And | to the | Holy | Ghost; || 
 
 6 As it was in the beginning, is now, and | ever | shall be, 1 1 World | without | end. A- j 
 
 men. 
 
 GLORIA IN EXCELSIS. 
 
 *7 I GLORYbe to I God on | high, || and on earth | peace, good- | will" "towards | men. 
 2 We praise Thee, we bless Thee, we | worship | Thee, || we glorify Thee, we give 
 thanks to | Thee for | Thy great | glory. 
 
 3 O Lord God, | heavenly | King, || God the | Father | Al | mighty. 
 
 4 O Lord, the only begotten Son, [Jesus | Christ; || O Lord God, Lamb of God, Son ] 
 
 of the J Father, 
 
 5 That takest away the | sins" "of the | world, || have mercy | upon | us. 
 
 6 Thou that takest away the | sins" "of the | world, || have mercy I upon | us. 
 
 7 Thou that takest away the | sins" "of the | world, re- | ceive our | prayer. 
 
 8 Thou that sittest at the right hand of | God the | Father, || have mercy | upon | us. 
 
 9 For Thou | only "art | holy: |j Thou | only | art the | Lord: 
 10 Thou only, O Christ, with the | Holy | Ghost, |] artmosthigh in the [ glory "of | God 
 
 the j Father. || A- | men 
 
 GLORIA PATRI. 
 
 Glory be to the Father, and I to the | Son: || And | to the | Ho - ly | Ghost; || 
 
 As itwas in the beginning, is now, and| ev - er | shall be, || World | with- out | end. A - | men. || 
 
 J/ Ps. xcviii. 
 
 1 O sing unto the Lord | a new | song; || For | He hath" "done | marvel" *lous | things. || 
 
 2 With His own right hand and with His | holy | arm, || Hath He gotten Him- | self the \ 
 
 victo- I ry. 
 
 3 The Lord declared | His | sal- | vation; || His righteousness hath Heopenly | showed" " 
 
 in the | sight" "of the | heathen. || 
 
 4 He hath remembered His mercy and truth toward the | house of | Israel, || And all 
 
 the ends of the world have seen the sal- | vation | of our | God. 
 
 5 Show yourselves joyful unto the Lord, | all ye | lands: || Sing, re- | joice, and I give — J 
 
 thanks. || 
 
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CHANTS. 
 
 6 Praise the Lord up- | on the | harp; || Sing to the Lord with a | psalm of | thanks — | giv- 
 
 ing. 
 
 7 With trumpets | also- "and | (cornet, or shawms,) || O show yourselves joyful be- | fore 
 
 the | Lord the | King. || 
 
 8 Let the sea make a noise, and all that | therein | is; |[ The round world, and | they that ) 
 
 dwell there- | in. 
 *9 Let the floods clap their hands, and let the hills be joyful together be- | fore the ] 
 
 Lord; || For He | cometh"to | judge the | earth. 
 io With righteousness shall He | judge the | world; || And the | people | with — | equity. 
 
 Glory be to the Father, &c. 
 
 I--. Magnificat. 
 
 yJ Luke i. 46 — 55. 
 
 1 My soul doth magni- | fy the | Lord, 1 1 And my spirit hath re- | joiced in | God my | 
 
 Saviour. || 
 
 2 For He hath regarded the low estate of | His hand- | maiden: || For behold, from hence- 
 
 forth all gener- | ations* "shall | call me | blessed. 
 
 3 For He that is mighty hath done to me | great — | things, || And | holy | is His | Name. 
 
 4 And His mercy is on | them that | fear Him, || From gener- | ation to | gener- | ation. 
 
 5 He hath showed strength | with His | arm, || He hath scattered the proud in the imagi- \ 
 
 nation | of their | hearts. || 
 
 6 He hath put down the mighty I from their | seats, || And exalted j them of | lowde- | gree. 
 
 7 He hath filled the hungry with | good — | things, || And the rich He | hathsent | empty 
 
 a- I way. 
 
 8 He hath holpen His | servant | Israel, || In re- | membrance | of His | mercy. 
 *9 As He spake to our fathers, to | Abra- | ham, || And | to his | seed for- | ever. 
 
 I I Ps. IxviL 
 
 1 God be merciful unto | us, and | bless us; || And show us thelight of His countenance, 
 
 and be | merer -ful | unto | us. 
 
 2 That Thy way may be known | up* -on [ earth; || Thy saving | health a- | mong all | 
 
 nations. 
 
 3 Let the people praise Thee, | O — | God. || Yea, let | all the - -people | praise — | Thee. 
 
 4 O let the nations rejoice | and be | glad; j| For Thou shalt judge the people righteous- 
 
 ly, and govern the | na"tions | upon | earth. 
 
 5 Let the people praise Thee, | O — | God; |j Yea, let | all the "■ people | praise — | Thee. 
 
 6 Then shall the earth bring | forth her | increase; || And God, even our own | God 
 
 shall I give us* "His | blessing. 
 
 7 God shall | bless — | us ; || And all the ends of the | world shall | fear — | Him. 
 
 8 Gloiy- be to the Father, and | to the | Son, || And | to the | Holy | Ghost; || 
 
 9 As it was in the beginning, is now, and | ever | shall be, || World | without | end. A- j 
 
 men. 
 
 ■»• « Ps. xcii. 
 
 I It is a good thing to give thanks un- j to the | Lord ; || And to sing praises unto Thy ] 
 name — | O most | Highest. 
 
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CHANTS. 
 
 2 To tell of Thy loving lundness | early -in the | morning; || A:d of Thy | truth- "in 
 
 the | night — | season. 
 
 3 Upon an instrument of ten strings, | and, up- | on the | lute; || Upon a loud instrument, 
 
 | and up- | on the | harp. 
 
 4 For Thou, Lord, hast made me glad | through Thy | works; || And I will rejoice in 
 
 giving praise for the ope- | ration | of Thy | hands. 
 
 5 Glory be to the Father, and | to the | Son, || And | to the | Holy | Ghost; 
 
 6 As it was in the beginning, is now, and | ever- -shall | be, || World without | end. A- | 
 
 men, A- | men. 
 
 13 Ps. cEL 
 
 1 Praise the Lord, | O my | soul; || And all that is within me, | praise His | holy | name, jj 
 
 2 Praise the Lord, | O my | soul; || And for- | get not | all His | benefits. 
 
 3 Who forgiveth | all Thy | sin, || And | healeth" -all | Thine in- | firmities. || 
 
 4 Who saveth thy | life- -from de- | struction; || And crowneth thee with | mercy -and | 
 
 loving-kindness. 
 
 5 O praise the Lord, ye angels of His, ye that ex- | eel in | strength; || Ye that fulfil His 
 
 commandment, and hearken unto the | voice of | His — | word. || 
 
 6 O praise the Lord, | all" -ye His | hosts; || Yeseivants of | His that | do His | pleasure. 
 *7 O speak good of the Lord, all ye works of His, in all places of | His do- | minion. || 
 
 Praise thou the | Lord, O | — my | soul. 
 
 8 Glory be to the Father and | to the | Son, And | to the | Holy j Ghost; 
 
 9 As it was in the beginning, is now, and | ever- -shall | be, || World without | end. A- I 
 
 I men. 
 
 GLORIA PATRI. 
 
 GLORYbetotheFather,and| to the | Son: || And | to the | Ho - ly | Ghost; || 
 
 As itwas in the beginning, is now, and| ev - er | shall be, || World j with-out | end. A- | men. || 
 
 ID Ps. viiL 
 
 1 O LORD, our Lord, how excellent is Thy name in | all the | earth ! || Who hast set thy | 
 
 glory a- | bove the | heavens. || Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings hast Thou 
 ordained strength be- | cause- "of Thine | enemies, || That Thou mightest still the | 
 enemy | and the a- | venger. 
 
 2 When I consider Thy heavens, the | work of- "Thy | fingers, || The moon and the stars | 
 
 which Thou | hast or- | dained; || What is man, that Thou art | mindful" • of | him? || 
 And the son of man | that Thou | visitest | him ? 
 
 3 For Thou hast made him a little lower | than the | angels, || And hast crowned him with | 
 
 glory I and — | honor. || Thou madest Him to have dominion over the | works* -of 
 Thy I hands; || Thou hast put | all things | under- "His | feet: 
 
 4 All I sheep and | oxen, || Yea, and the | beasts — | of the | field; || The fowl of the 
 
 air, and the ; fish' "of the | sea, || And whatsoever passeth through the | paths — | of 
 the I seas. 
 "5 O I Lord our | Lord, || How excellent is Thy [ name in | all the | earth I 
 
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CHANTS. 
 
 i The heavens declare the | glory "of | God; || And the firmament | showeth- -His | 
 handy | work. || Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto | night showeth | know- 
 ledge. 1 1 There is no speech nor language, where their | voice — | is not | heard. 
 
 2 Their line is gone out through | all the | earth, || And their words to the | end — | of 
 
 the world. || In them hath He set a tabernacle | for the | sun, [| Which is as a bride- 
 groom coming out of his chamber, and rejoiceth as a strong | man to | run a | race. 
 
 3 His going forth is from the end of the heaven, and his circuit unto the | ends — | of it : || 
 
 And there is nothing | hid" "from the | heat there- | of. || The law of the Lord is per- 
 fect, con- j verting" "the | soul: || The testimony of the Lord is sure, | making | wise 
 the | simple. 
 4. The statutes of the Lord are right, re- | joicing" "the | heart: || The commandment of 
 the Lord is | pure, en- | lightening" "the | eyes. || The fear of the Lord is clean, en- | 
 during for | ever. || The judgments of the Lord are true and | righteous j alto- | 
 gether. 
 
 5 More to be desired are they than gold, yea, than | much fine | gold : || Sweeter also 
 
 than honey j and the | honey- | comb, || Moreoverby them is Thy | servant | warned : || 
 || And in keeping of them | there is [ great re- ) ward. 
 
 6 Who can under- | stand his errors? || Cleanse Thou | me from | secret | faults. || Keep 
 
 back Thy servant also from presumptuous sins; let them not have do- | minion | 
 over me : || Then shall I be upright, and I shall be innocent | from the | great trans- | 
 gression. 
 *7 Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, be acceptable | in Thy I 
 sight, || O Lord, my I Strength, and | my Re- I deemer. 
 
 * / Ps. xxiiL 
 
 1 The Lord is my Shepherd; I | shall not | want. || He maketh me to lie down in green 
 
 pastures ; He leadeth me beside the | still — | waters. 
 
 2 Herestoreth my soul; He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His | name's — | 
 
 sake. || Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear 
 no evil : for Thou art with me; Thy rod and Thy staff | they — | comfort me. 
 
 3 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies, Thou anointest my 
 
 head with oil: my | cup" "runneth | over. || Surely goodness and mercy shall follow 
 me all the days of my life; and I will dwell in the house of the | Lord, for | ever. || 
 A- I men. 
 
 I O Ps. xxiv.. 
 
 1 THE earth is the Lord's, and the | fulness | thereof; \\ The world and | they that | 
 
 dwell there- | in. || For He hath founded it up- | on the | seas, || And established it 
 up- I on the | floods. 
 
 2 Who shall ascend into the | hill" "of the | Lord? || Or who shall | stand" "in His | holy | 
 
 place? || He that hath clean hands, and a | pure — | heart; || Who hath not lifted 
 up his soul unto — | vanity, nor | sworn de- | ceitfully. 
 
 3 He shall receive the blessing | from the | Lord, || And righteousness from the | God of I 
 
 his sal- I vation. || This is the generation of them that | seek — | Him, || That | 
 seek I Thy | face, | O Jacob. || 
 
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CHANTS. 
 
 4 Lift up your heads, O ye gates; and be ye lift up, ye ever- | lasting j doors ; || And the 
 
 King of | glory | shall come | in. j| Who is this | King of | glory? || The Lord, strong 
 and mighty, | the Lord j mighty "in | batiie. 
 
 5 Lift up your heads, O ye gates; even lift them up, ye ever- | lasting | doors; || And the 
 
 King of | glory | shall come | in. | Who is this | Kingof | glory? || The Lord of hosts, 
 He | is the | King of | glory. 
 
 1 As the hart panteth after the | water | brooks, || So panteth my soul after | Thee • 
 
 — I God. 
 
 2 My soul thirsteth for God, for the | living | God ! || When shall I come and ap- | pear 
 
 be- I fore — | God? 
 
 3 My tears have been my meat | day and | night, || While they continually say unto me, 
 
 1 where is | thy — | God ? 
 
 4 When I re- | member - "these | things, || I pour | out my | soul — | in me; 
 
 5 For I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the | house of | God, || With 
 
 the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that | kept — | holy- | day. 
 
 6 Why art thou cast down, | O my | soul? || And why are thou dis- | quiet- | ed in | me? 
 
 7 Hope I thou in | God: || For I shall yet praise Him for the | help of | His — | coun- 
 
 tenance. 
 
 8 O send out Thy light and Thy truth: | let them | lead me ; || Let them bring me 
 
 unto Thy holy hill, and | to Thy | taber - na - | cles. 
 
 9 Then will I go unto the altar of God, unto God my ex- | ceeding | joy : || Yea, upon 
 
 the harp will I praise | Thee, O | God, my | God. 
 
 10 Why art thou cast down, | O my | soul? || And why art Thou dis- | quiet- | ed with- | 
 
 in me? 
 
 1 1 Hope I in — | God: || For I shall yet praise Him, who is the health of my | counte - 
 
 nance, | and my | God. 
 
 20 Ps xU 
 
 1 God is our | refuge - 'and | strength, || A very | present | help in | trouble. 
 
 2 Therefore will not we fear, though the | earth be | removed, || And though the moun- 
 
 tains be carried | into" "the | midst" "of the | sea. 
 
 3 Though the waters thereof | roar" "and be | troubled, |[ Though the mountains | shake* - 
 
 with the I swelling" "there- | of. 
 4. There is a river, the streams whereof shall make glad the | city of j God, || The holy 
 place of the | tabernacles of | the Most | High. 
 
 5 God is in the midst of her; she | shall" "not be | moved: j| God shall help her, | and — ( 
 
 that right | early. 
 
 6 The heathen raged, the | kingdoms" "were | moved: || He uttered His | voice, the | 
 
 earth — j melted. 
 
 7 The Lord of | Hosts is | with us; || The God of | Jacob. | is our | refuge. 
 
 Glory be to the Father, &c. 
 
 21 ps - SI - 
 
 1 Have mercy upon me, O God, according to Thy | loving- | kindness: || According 
 
 unto the multitude of Thy tender mercies | blot out | my trans- | gressions. 
 
 2 Wash me thoroughly from | mine in- | iquity, || And | cleanse me | from my J sin. 
 
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CHANTS. 
 
 3 For I acknowledge | my trans- | gressions: |} And my f sin is | ever* 'be- | fore me. 
 
 4 Hide Thy face | from my | sins, || And blot out | all — | mine in- | iquities. 
 
 5 Create in me a clean | heart, O | God; || And renew a right | spirif 'with- | in — | me. 
 
 6 Cast me not away | from Thy | presence; || And take not Thy | Holy | Spirit | from me. 
 
 7 Restore unto me the joy of | Thy sal- | vation; || And uphold me | with Thy | free — | 
 
 Spirit. 
 
 8 Then will I teach trans- | gressors""Thy | ways; || And sinners shall be con- | verted j 
 
 unto | Thee. 
 
 9 Deliver me from blood-guiltiness, O God, thou God of | my sal- | vation: || And my 
 
 tongue shall sing aloud | of Thy | righteous- | ness. 
 io O Lord, open | Thou my | lips: || And my mouth shall | shew forth | Thy — | praise. 
 ii For Thou desirest not sacrifice; | else - 'would I | give it: || Thou deligh test | not in | 
 
 burnt — | offering. 
 12 The sacrifices of God are a | broken | spirit: || A broken and contrite heart, O God, | 
 
 Thou wilt | not de- | spise. 
 
 22 PslvU - 
 
 1 Be Thou exalted, O God, a- | bove the | heavens ; j| Let Thy glory be a- | bovc — | all 
 
 the | earth. 
 
 2 My heart is fixed, O God, my | heart is | fixed; || I will | sing and | give — | praise. 
 
 3 Awake up, my glory; awake, | psaltery- "and | harp: || I my- | self- "will a- | wake — | 
 
 early. 
 
 4 I will praise Thee, O Lord, a- | mong the | people : || I will sing unto | Thee a- | mong 
 
 the | nations. 
 
 5 For Thy mercy is great | unto- -the | heavens, || And Thy | truth — | unto* -the | clouds. 
 
 6 Be Thou exalted, O God, a- | bove the | heavens; || Let Thy glory be a- | bove — | all 
 
 the | earth. 
 
 23 Ps. IxiiL 
 
 1 O God, Thou | art my | God; || Early | will I | seek — | Thee: 
 
 2 My soul thirsteth for Thee, my flesh | longeth- -for | Thee || In a dry and thirsty land, | 
 
 where no | water | is; 
 
 3 To see Thy power | and Thy | glory, || So as I have seen Thee | in the | sanctu- | ary, 
 
 4 Because Thy loving-kindness is | better* "than | life, || My | lips shall | praise — | Thee. 
 
 5 Thus will I bless Thee | while I | live; || I will lift up my | hands in | Thy — | name. 
 
 6 My soul shall be satisfied as with | marrow -and | fatness; || And my mouth shall 
 
 praise | Thee with | joyful | lips: 
 
 7 When I remember Thee up- | on my | bed, || And meditate on Thee | in the | night — | 
 
 watches. 
 
 8 Because Thou hast | been my | help, || Therefore in the shadow of Thy | wings will | I 
 
 re- I joice. 
 
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CHANTS. 
 
 24 Ps. lxxxhr. 
 
 1 How amiable are Thy | taber- | nacles, || O | Lord — | of — | hosts ! 
 
 2 My soullongeth, yea, even faintethfor the | courts* "of the | Lord: || My heart and flesh 
 
 crieth out | for the | living | God. 
 
 3 Yea, the sparrow hath found a house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she 
 
 may | lay her ] young, || Even Thine altars, O Lord of hosts, my | King — | andmy ] 
 God. 
 
 4 Blessed are they that | dwell" "in Thy | house: || They will be | still — | praising | Thee. 
 
 5 Behold, O | God our | Shield, ]| And look upon the | face of | Thine A- | nointed. 
 
 6 For a day in Thy courts is better | than a | thousand. || I had rather be a doorkeeper in 
 
 the house of my God, than to dwell in the | tents of j wicked- | ness. 
 
 7 For the Lord God is a | Sun and | Shield: || The Lord will give grace and glory: no 
 
 good thing will He withhold from | them that | walk up- | rightly. 
 
 8 O I Lord of | hosts, || Blessed is the | man that | trusteth" "in | Thee. 
 
 25 Ps.*c 
 
 1 Lord, Thou hast been our | dwelling [ place |[ In | all — | gener- | ations. || Before the 
 
 mountains were brought forth, or everTheu hadst formed the | earth" "and the | 
 world, || Even from everlasting to ever- | lasting, | Thou art | God. 
 
 2 Thou turnest j man" "to de- 1 struction; || And sayest, Re- 1 turn, ye | children" "of | men. || 
 
 For a thousand years in Thy sight are but as yesterday | when* "it is | past, || And 
 as a I watch — | in the | night. 
 
 3 Thou earnest them away as with a flood ; they | are" "as a | sleep: || In the morning they 
 
 are like | grass which | groweth | up; || In the morning it flourisheth, and | groweth | 
 up; || In the evening it is cut | down and | wither- | eth. 
 
 4 For we are consumed | by Thine | anger, || And by Thy | wrath — | are we | troubled. || 
 
 Thou hast set our iniquities be- | fore — | Thee, || Our secret sins in the | light of j 
 Thy — J countenance. 
 
 5 For all our days are passed away | in Thy | wrath : || We spend our years as a | tale — | 
 
 that is I told. || The days of our years are threescore | years and | ten; || And if by 
 reason of | strength" "they be | fourscore | years, 
 
 6 Yet is their strength | labor" "and ] sorrow; || For it is soon cut off, | and we | fly a- | 
 
 way. || Who knoweth the power | of Thine | anger? || Even according to Thy | fear, 
 so I is Thy | wrath. 
 
 7 So teach us to | number" "our | days, || That we may apply our | hearts — | unto [ wis- 
 
 dom. || Return, O | Lord, how | long? || And let it repent Thee con- | cerning | 
 Thy — I servants. 
 
 8 O satisfy us early | with thy | mercy; || That we may rejoice and be | glad — | all our | 
 
 days. || Make us glad according to the days wherein Thou | hast af- | flictedus, || 
 And the years where- | in we | have seen | evil 
 
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CHANTS. 
 
 9 Let Thy work appear | unto* "Thy | servants, || And Thy | glory | unto - -their | chiidren || 
 And let the beauty of the Lord our God | be up- | on us: || And establish Thou the 
 work of our hands upon us; yea, the work of our | hands es- | tablish" "Thou | it. 
 
 io Glory be to the Father, and | to the | Son, || And | to the | Holy | Ghost; || As it 
 was in the beginning, is now, and | ever* -shall | be, || World | without | end- A- | 
 men. 
 
 tyf\ Ps. xcviiL 
 
 1 O sing unto the Lord a new song; for He hath done | marvel - ous | things: || His 
 
 right hand, and His holy arm, hath | gotten | Him the | victory. || The Lord hath 
 made known | His sal- | vation : || His righteousness hath He openly shewed in the | 
 sight — | of the | heathen. 
 
 2 He hath remembered His mercy and His truth toward the | house of | Israel : || All the 
 
 ends of the earth have seen the sal- | vation | of our | God. || Make a joyful noise unto 
 the Lord, | all the | earth: || Make a loud noise, and re- | joice, and | sing — j praise. 
 
 3 Sing unto the Lord | with the | harp; || With the harp, and the | voice — | of a | psalm. || 
 
 With trumpets and | sound of j cornet || Make a joyful noise be- | fore the | Lord, 
 
 the | King. 
 4. Let the sea roar, and the | fulness - • there- [ of; || The world, and | they that | dwell 
 
 there- | in. || Let the floods | clap their | hands: || Let the hills be joyful to- j 
 
 gether"be- | fore the | Lord; 
 *5 For He cometh to | judge the | earth; || With righteousness shall He judge the world, 
 
 and the | people | with — | equity. 
 
 n tm Trisagion. 
 
 i Holy, holy, holy, | Lord* * God of | Sabbaoth; || Heaven and | earth are | full- -of Thy | 
 
 glory 
 
 2 Hosanna in the highest! Blessed is He that cometh in the | name of the | Lord. || Ho- 
 
 sanna | in thej highest! 
 
 3 Therefore with Angels, | and Arch- 1 angels, || and with | all the | company of | Heaven, || 
 
 we laud and magnify Thy | glorious I Name, || evermore praising | Thee, and | say- 
 
 - ling, || 
 4. Holy, holy, holy, | Lord" "God of | hosts; Heaven and | earth are | full'-of Thy | glory; || 
 5 Glory I be to j Thee, || O | Lord Most | High. A- | men. 
 
 "THY WILL BE DONE." 
 
 28 
 
 1 "Thy will be | done!" [| In devious way The hurrying stream of | life may | run; || 
 
 Yet still our grateful hearts shall say, | " Thy will be | done." 
 
 2 "Thy will be | done!" || If o'er us shine a gladdening and a | prosperous | sun, || 
 
 This prayer will make it more divine — | "Thy will be | done I" 
 
 3 "Thy will be | done!" || Though shrouded o'er Our path with | gloom, || one com- 
 
 fort — one || is our3: — to breathe, while we adore, | " Thy will be | done." 
 
 Sir John Bowring. (1792 — 1872.) 1825. ab. 
 
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CHANTS. 
 BAPTISMAL CHANT. 
 
 ^y Before the Administration. 
 
 l And Jesus said, Suffer little children, and forbid them not to | come- -unto | Me; |[ 
 For of | such - 'is the | kingdom - 'of | heaven. 
 
 i He shall feed His |. flock- "like a | shepherd : || Heshall gather the lambs with His arm 
 and | carry 'them | in His | bosom. 
 
 3 I will pour My Spirit upon thy seed, and My blessing up- | on thine | offspring; || 
 And they shall spring up as among the grass, as [ willows' -by the | water — | courses. 
 
 After the Administration. 
 
 1 THEN will I sprinkle clean | water' 'up- | on you, || And | ye shall | be — | clean : 
 
 2 A new heart also | will I | give you, || And a new spirit | will I | put with- | in you, 
 
 3 And I will take away the stony heart | out or -your | flesh, || And I will | give* -you a | 
 
 heart of | flesh. 
 
 EUCHARISTIC. 
 
 NETTLETON. 8, 7. D. 
 
 Sweet the moments, rich in blessing, 
 
 Which before the cross I spend ; 
 Life, and health, and peace possessing, 
 
 From the sinner's dying Friend. 
 While I see divine compassion 
 
 Beaming in His gracious eye, 
 Truly blessed is this station, 
 
 Low before His cross to lie. 
 
 2 Love and grief my heart dividing, 
 With my teais His feet I'll bathe ; 
 Constant still, in faith abiding, 
 Life deriving from His death. 
 May I still enjoy this feeling, 
 
 Still to my Redeemer go. 
 Prove His wounds each day more 
 
 healing. 
 And Himself more truly know. 
 
 Rev. James Allen. (1734— 1804.) 1737. much alt. 
 Hon. and Rev. Walter Shirley. (1725--1786.) 1774. ab. 
 and alt. 
 
 381 
 
Tndex 
 
 OF 
 
 /* 
 
 F^I 
 
 PTURE 
 
 Texts. 
 
 HYMN. 
 
 GENESIS. 
 
 1: 3 3 
 
 5: 24 681 
 
 8: 476 
 
 12: 7 1171 
 
 17: 7 862 
 
 21: 31 876 
 
 24: 56 626 
 
 27: 34.. 487 
 
 28: 10—12 734 
 
 28: 20—22 1172 
 
 32: 26 1287 
 
 EXODUS. 
 
 3: 1386 
 
 13: 21 119 
 
 14: 15 639 
 
 33: 20 19 
 
 LEVITICUS. 
 8: 35 631 
 
 NUMBERS. 
 
 10: 2 993 
 
 10: 33 18 
 
 23: 10 1293 
 
 DEUTERONOMY. 
 4: 31 91 
 
 RUTH, 
 1: 16,17 875 
 
 1ST SAMUEL. 
 
 1: 28 805 
 
 3: 10 902 
 
 15: 32 1274 
 
 2d SAMUEL. 
 23: 5 787 
 
 1st etngs. 
 
 3: 5 823, 979 
 
 2d CHRONICLES. 
 
 6: 18 1032 
 
 15: 15 872 
 
 EZRA. 
 8: 21 84G 
 
 NEHEMIAH. 
 
 9: 5 57 
 
 13: 31 702 
 
 JOB. 
 11: 7 21 
 
 23: 10 1233 
 
 29: 2 078,686 
 
 TSALMS. 
 
 » 1222, 1234 
 
 4: 4 478 
 
 5 972 
 
 5: 3 957 
 
 8 60, 153 
 
 C54 
 
 HTJDJ. 
 
 11 44 
 
 14 1095 
 
 15 1309 
 
 17: 15 140 
 
 18 120, 128, 156 
 
 19 G3, 67, 386, 403, 403 
 
 19: 5, 8 1198 
 
 23 82, 84, 85, 98, 132 
 
 661, 710, 759, 1151 
 
 24 152 280 
 
 24: 7—10 300 
 
 26: 2 552 
 
 27 766,974 
 
 29 138, 1227 
 
 31 777 
 
 31: 15 797, 806 
 
 32 511 
 
 33 114 
 
 34 142 
 
 36 120 
 
 36: 5—9 104, 141 
 
 39 1269 
 
 40: 5—7 140 
 
 41 1043 
 
 42 687 
 
 44 1157 
 
 45 313, 1088 
 
 40 121 
 
 48 299, 836, 837, 840 
 
 51.... 458, 405, 46G, 407, 480 
 
 51: 10 741 
 
 55 1286 
 
 55: 6 811 
 
 55: 17 821 
 
 55: 22 794 
 
 56 387 
 
 57 52.134 
 
 58: 1 1175 
 
 63 86, 977, 1009, 1010 
 
 65 69,998,1154, 1252 
 
 65: 2 1256 
 
 60: 2 588 
 
 67 956, 959,1159 
 
 63 49,281,1325 
 
 68: 18 267 
 
 70 683 
 
 71 750, 782 
 
 71: 5—9 1296 
 
 71: 17—21 1295 
 
 72 1115, 1139 
 
 72: 15 1122 
 
 73: 23—26 802 
 
 73: 23—28 748 
 
 73: 25... 531, 740, 754, 1198 
 
 74: 16, 17 66 
 
 77 641 
 
 78 1153 
 
 78: 53 663 
 
 60 1006 
 
 81 936 
 
 84 950, 951, 984, 987, 
 
 1003, 1017 
 
 87 985 
 
 T3: 11, 12 12S0 
 
 f9: 7 93 
 
 90 74 
 
 80: 2 27 
 
 90: 3—5 1087 
 
 90: 13 1361 
 
 90: 17 1174 
 
 91 765, 1237 
 
 92 
 93 
 93: 
 95. 
 95: 
 96 
 96: 
 96: 
 97. 
 99 
 100. 
 100: 
 1112 
 102: 
 103 
 103: 
 103: 
 103: 
 104. 
 106 
 107: 
 107: 
 107: 
 L09: 
 11(1: 
 111: 
 113 
 115 
 
 110: 
 
 117 
 118. 
 
 118: 
 119. 
 
 119: 
 
 119, 
 
 119: 
 
 121 
 
 121: 
 
 122 
 
 12.-.: 
 
 126. 
 
 127 
 
 L30 
 
 132 
 
 133. 
 
 133 : 
 
 136 
 
 137. 
 
 138 
 
 138: 
 
 L39 
 
 14.". 
 
 NO 
 
 146: 
 
 117 
 147: 
 148 
 150 
 
 IIYMX. 
 
 935,944, 1004 
 
 41, 45, 101, 108 
 
 3—5 109 
 
 58, 946 
 
 1—6 103, 982 
 
 145 
 
 2 714 
 
 13 1351 
 
 41, 110 
 
 61 
 
 ..46, 47, 48, 107, 841, 952 
 
 3 28 
 
 73 
 
 13—21 1109 
 
 97, 135, 537, 1151 
 
 1—7 87 
 
 8—12 88 
 
 13—18 89 
 
 56, 136 
 
 100 
 
 23—30 1144 
 
 24 694 
 
 35 139 
 
 20 778 
 
 4 562 
 
 9 144 
 
 78, 137 
 
 96 
 
 12 785 
 
 1, 35, 50, 72, 1023 
 
 939, 969 
 
 24 931 
 
 . . 394, 395, 396, 397, 399, 
 400, 745 
 
 3 393 
 
 71, 75 774 
 
 136, 153 1061 
 
 43, 118,786 
 
 5 1245 
 
 ...900, 970, 975, 976. 994 
 1011, 1112, 1115 
 
 2 834 
 
 602, 857 
 
 1238 
 
 463, 695 
 
 1036 
 
 924, 1169 
 
 2 409 
 
 81, 105, 1153 
 
 725, 835, 1059 
 
 699 
 
 5 609 
 
 94, 95, 130 
 
 102, 131 
 
 4, 111 
 
 2 1386 
 
 1254 
 
 3 1282 
 
 .... 39, 40, 51, 53, 59, 79 
 23, 80, 83 
 
 HYMN. 
 
 CANTICLES. 
 2 428 
 
 ISAIAH. 
 
 PROVERBS. 
 
 9 1053 
 
 22—31 148 
 
 24 544 
 
 ECCLESIASTES. 
 10 421 
 
 .1054 
 .1399 
 
 2: 
 6: 
 6: 
 9: 
 
 9: 
 9: 
 12: 
 21: 
 26: 
 20: 
 27: 
 12. 
 32: 
 
 B: 
 33: 
 
 ;:. : 
 
 411. 
 
 42: 
 
 I,". 
 
 I.".: 
 
 45: 
 
 51: 
 
 52: 
 
 52: 
 
 52: 
 
 52: 
 
 53: 
 
 53: 
 
 53: 
 
 53: 
 
 53: 
 
 55 
 
 56: 
 
 58: 
 
 60 
 
 61 
 
 62: 
 
 63: 
 
 63: 
 
 66: 
 
 3: 
 31 i 
 
 1—4 
 
 1107 
 
 1—3 
 
 152 
 
 3 
 
 12 
 
 1—7 
 
 157 
 
 2 
 
 1103 
 
 6 
 
 172, 170 
 
 1 
 
 579 
 
 11 
 
 .. 174 
 
 3 
 
 824 
 
 13 
 
 508 
 
 8 
 
 .. 143 
 
 2 
 
 
 20 
 
 .. 853 
 
 17, 24 
 
 20, 21 
 
 733, 1313 
 831 
 
 8—10 
 
 28—31 
 
 627 
 
 10—12 
 
 1106 
 
 1072 
 
 2 
 
 208 
 
 7 
 
 1200 
 
 9 
 
 1009 
 
 1, 2 
 
 1110 
 
 7 
 
 .. 1128 
 
 10 
 
 1079 
 
 15 
 
 . . 1078 
 
 4 
 
 199,791 
 
 4, 5,12... 
 5 
 
 248 
 
 . 516 
 
 (i— 12 
 
 235 
 
 7—9 
 
 851 
 
 1—2 
 
 446 
 
 4,5 
 
 1299 
 
 1 
 
 20 
 
 1083, 1084 
 1312 
 
 
 155 
 
 0, 7 
 
 1058 
 
 1 
 
 1196 
 
 7 
 
 
 19, 20 1073 
 
 JEREMIAH. 
 22 6<10 
 
 13 . 
 
 981 
 
 18—20 .... 
 
 431 
 
 LAMENTATIONS. 
 
 22, 23 1199 
 
 23 1200 
 
 24 1328 
 
 EZEKIEL. 
 
 31 416 
 
 37 849 
 
 3 1062 
 
 27 830 
 
 HOSEA. 
 
 1—4 
 4... 
 
 .685 
 .010 
 
 MICAH, 
 
 2- 10 - 1409 
 
 .1107 
 ..708 
 
 4: 1,2 
 
 383 
 
3§4 
 
 INDEX OF SCRIPTURE TEXTS. 
 
 HTM.V. 
 TTAHAKKi:K". 24: 
 
 20 964 24: 
 
 24* 
 
 HAGGAI. 
 
 24; 
 
 2: 7. 
 
 .303; 
 
 ZECHARIAH. 
 
 5 1270 1 
 
 1 501, 515, 550, 1129 
 
 MATTHEW. 
 
 10 190 
 
 16 1081 
 
 4 798 
 
 8 756 
 
 25 775 
 
 25 1145 
 
 28 432, 468 
 
 28—30 415, 429 
 
 20 320 
 
 16, 17 851 
 
 27 708 
 
 35, 36 211 
 
 4 212 
 
 20 755,988,989 
 
 32 681 
 
 1—11 217, 
 
 15, 16 1195; 
 
 4 441. 
 
 7 614 
 
 HTM>* 
 
 1—10 262 
 
 29 1020, 1029 
 
 32 743 
 
 34 266, 277 
 
 JOHN. 
 
 1, 3,14 150 
 
 16 599 
 
 2 1168 
 
 16, 17 449 
 
 21—23 9861 
 
 37 490 
 
 37 40S. 447 
 
 16 930 
 
 41 15 
 
 1 ...337 
 
 6. .... 7.7. .304, 752, 100G 
 
 16, 17 3671 
 
 19 698 
 
 13 595, 624 
 
 7 339. 340 
 
 24 1398 
 
 30 246 
 
 11—16 270 
 
 388 
 
 HTJTN'. 
 
 15: 47, 49 325 
 
 16: 13 625 
 
 2d CORINTHIANS. 
 
 4: 4 395 
 
 4: 6 3 
 
 5: 1 1171 
 
 5: 17 529 
 
 6: 2 439 
 
 GALATIANS. 
 
 3: 22 469 
 
 G: 2 1056 
 
 6: 6 723 
 
 6: 14 612, 61S 
 
 EPHESIANS. 
 13, 14 355 
 
 : 29. 
 : 15. 
 : 17. 
 
 .593 
 .736 
 
 o 
 
 5 
 
 604 
 
 o 
 
 13 — 18 
 
 809 
 
 3 
 
 16 
 
 990 
 
 ■1 
 
 5 
 
 829 
 
 4 
 
 8 
 
 267 
 
 5 
 
 14 
 
 632 
 
 fi 
 
 11—13 
 
 628 
 
 ACTS. 
 
 ....1045 
 ....1354 
 . ...1040 
 
 902 
 
 336 
 
 4... 
 1— i. 
 
 MARK. 
 
 32 
 
 38 
 
 1—21 .. 
 1:5— 16 . 
 28. 
 
 .1214 
 .1147 
 ..209 
 ..861 
 ..610 
 
 383, 
 
 .341, 342 
 522 
 
 11 808 
 
 36 329 
 
 38 198, 1038 
 
 44 356 
 
 9 1090 
 
 24—28 C4, 
 
 35 1052 
 
 22 1257 
 
 47 492, 517 
 
 51, 52 518 
 
 10 1076 
 
 f, 260 
 
 15 843,1100 
 
 LUKE. u 
 
 47 71612 
 
 7—15 160 13 
 
 10 1-1 14 
 
 11 16315 
 
 32 1080 
 
 40 11761 
 
 22 205 
 
 12 880 1 
 
 13 1283 1 
 
 58 1229 1 
 
 42 422 2 
 
 33 1048 2 
 
 35—38 854' 3 
 
 16—24 426 6 
 
 17 427, 433 11 
 
 22 448 11 
 
 1 751 13 
 
 1—7 625 '13 
 
 13 481, 482 13 
 
 19 891,15 
 
 EOMAXS. 
 
 : 14 
 
 : 16 
 
 : 20 
 
 : 4 
 
 : 14, 16 
 
 : 33 
 
 : 23 
 
 : 12 
 
 PHLlLPPIANS. 
 
 21 549, 1276 
 
 22 619 
 
 23 12S0, 1290 
 
 7—9 889 
 
 8 486 
 
 12—14 648 
 
 6,7 1219 
 
 13 751 
 
 COLOSSIAXS. 
 
 .1342 
 .913 
 ..574 
 ..816 
 
 11 
 
 ....682 
 ....GIG 
 ....398 
 ...460 
 
 355 
 
 ....701 
 ...10G0 
 ....319 
 . . .1251 
 99, 721 
 1 
 
 1st CORINTHIANS. 
 
 : 22—29 321 
 
 : 23, 24 858 
 
 : 30 485, 605 
 
 : 2 583 
 
 : 9—10 1374 
 
 : 7 965 
 
 : 17 720 
 
 .03 884 
 
 : 26.7.7.-7.7.7. 7.897, 908 
 
 : 9 117 
 
 : 12 1019 
 
 : 13 1040 
 
 : 20-23 311 
 
 1st THESSALONIANS. 
 
 4: 13 1323 
 
 4: 14—17 1360 
 
 4: 18 1298 
 
 5: 17 822 
 
 1st TIMOTHY. 
 
 1: 15 584 
 
 1: 17 16 
 
 2: 5 333 
 
 3: 16 295 
 
 4: 6. 7.18 1277 
 
 6: 12 652, 671 
 
 2d TIMOTHY. 
 
 1: 12 623 
 
 3: 16 397, 404 
 
 TITUS. 
 
 2: 10—13 621 
 
 2: 12 814 
 
 HEBREWS. 
 
 1: 6 307 
 
 2: 10 302 
 
 imor. 
 
 2: 11 _ G18 
 
 2: 18 801 
 
 3: 4 133 
 
 4: 9 1912 
 
 4: 16 320 
 
 5: 1 1318 
 
 5: 6 562 
 
 6: 19 692 
 
 7: 25 284 
 
 10: 23 4'2 
 
 10: 21 208 
 
 10; 29 471 
 
 11: 14 653 
 
 11: 13 726, 1218 
 
 12: 26 1343 
 
 13: 14 657 
 
 JAMES. 
 
 4: 13—15 12G7 
 
 4: 14 1288 
 
 1ST PETER. 
 
 1: 8 530, 545 
 
 2: 4,5 827 
 
 2: 7 563, 757 
 
 2: 21 200 
 
 5: 7 635, 773, 775 
 
 5: 10 752 
 
 2D PETER. 
 1: 4 709 
 
 1ST JOHN. 
 
 1: 3 722 
 
 2: 6 G84 
 
 3: 1 723 
 
 3: 2 705 
 
 4: 8 54 
 
 4: 11 104J 
 
 JUDE. 
 24, 25 02 
 
 REVELATION. 
 
 ?: 17 4S9 
 
 3: 20 428 
 
 3: 21 90(1 
 
 4: 6 1391 
 
 4: 8 1116 
 
 4: 11 55, 306 
 
 5: 6—12 326 
 
 5* 9 28 
 
 5: 11— 13....... ...330, 551 
 
 5: 12 315 
 
 7: 9 1365,1391, 1396 
 
 7: 9—16 1366 
 
 7: 13 1194 
 
 7: 13—17 .'1404 
 
 7: 17 1394 
 
 11: 15 305 
 
 14: 13 1322 
 
 15: 3 201, 606 
 
 19: 12 296 
 
 19: 16 318 
 
 21: 1—4 1350 
 
 21: 3, 4,23,25 1305 
 
 21: 27 1374 
 
 22: 1 1389 
 
 22: 17-.20 442 
 
 22: 20 1337,1362 
 

 NDEX OF 
 
 QUBJECTS. 
 
 THE FIGURES REFER TO THE NUMBERS OF THE HYMNS. 
 
 Abba, Father, 6io, 723. 
 Abiding with Believers — See 
 
 Christ. 
 Abrahamic Covenant, 862,867 
 Accepted Time, 425, 439 — 
 
 See Day of Grace. 
 Access to God, 322, 513, 722, 
 
 823. 
 Activity, Calls to, 894, 1039, 
 
 105 1, 1092, 1343, 1344. 
 Adoption, 125, 723, 1010. 
 Adoration, 5, 26, 48, 986— 
 
 See Christ, and Trinity. 
 Advent — See Christ. 
 Advocate, Christ our — See 
 
 Christ. 
 Afflictions : 
 
 Blessings of, 116, 622, 647, 
 
 774, 798, 799- 
 Comfort Under, 1298- 1336. 
 Courage in, 337, 586, 625, 
 
 709, 710, 728, 927, 1264, 
 
 1266. 
 Prayer in, 665, 706, 761- 
 
 763, 79 1 . 79 2 > 1269. ■ 
 Refuge in, 121, -T22, 317, 
 
 434. 437, 635, 666, 667, 
 
 671-680, 692-713, 764, 
 
 765, 766, 773, 775, 794, 
 
 805, 1237, 1279-1283. 
 Submission in, 88-91, 123- 
 
 127, 636, 767-772, 776, 
 
 Tjy, 788, 1221. 
 All in all—See Christ, andGod. 
 All is Well, 672. 
 Alms — See Charity. 
 Angels : 
 At Advent of Christ, 147, 
 
 1 50 — See Song of. 
 At Coronation of Christ, 
 
 2 96, 3°5- 329, 33°- 
 At Resurrection of Christ, 
 
 262, 263, 265, 266, 273. 
 Joy of, 730. 
 Ministry of, 30, 1210, 1241, 
 
 1287, 1290. 
 Song of, 158-164, 166, 170, 
 
 176, 185, 194, 195. 
 
 Ark of God, 444. 
 Ascension of Christ — See 
 
 Christ. 
 Ashamed of Jesus, 616, 623. 
 Asleep in Jesus, 1292, 1294, 
 
 ,1333- 
 
 Aspirations, 681-633, 726, 
 
 7V- 
 
 For Divine Grace, 18, 36, 
 86, 99, 125,624, 631, 704, 
 706, 741, 745, 746, 749, 
 751, 753, 761-763, 817, 
 823, 826, 979, 990, 1 1 70, 
 1 172. 
 
 For Heaven — See Longing 
 for Heaven. 
 
 For Nearness to Christ, 
 660-670, 687, 689, 720, 
 728, 729, 734-737, 752, 
 753.757, 758, 1029,1173, 
 1 191. 
 
 Of Faith— See Faith. 
 
 Of Hope — See Hope. 
 Assurance, 355, 513, 651,698, 
 
 728, 759. 
 Atonement : 
 
 Completed, 146, 147, 222- 
 338, 408-450, 499, 501, 
 534, 5S7, 588, 1 1 29. 
 
 Necessary, 223, 234, 235, 
 245, 321, 453, 460, 464, 
 465, 467, 499, 502, 605. 
 
 Sufficient, 230, 234, 238, 
 
 310, 408, 411, 419, 420, 
 
 429, 432, 446, 503, 515, 
 
 534, 605, 608, 618. 
 
 Attributes of God — See God. 
 
 Autumn — See Seasons. 
 
 Backsliding, 471,678,684- 
 
 688, 690. 
 Baptism, 861-871. 
 
 Adult, 863, 864. 
 
 Infant, 861, 862, 865-871. 
 
 Of Holy Spirit, 912, 1067. 
 Beatitudes, 756, 1 169. 
 Being of God — See God. 
 Believers — See Saints. 
 
 Believing — See Faith. 
 Benediction, 943, 1005 — See 
 
 Close of Service. 
 Benevolence: 
 
 Of Christ — See Christ. 
 Human — See Charity. 
 Bereavement— See. Afflictions, 
 
 and Funeral Hymns. 
 Bible, 386-407. 
 Blessedness of the Pardoned, 
 
 511. 
 Blessing Sought, 487, 488, 
 
 489, 517-519, U74- 
 Blindness, 517-519. 
 Blind Bartimeus, 517. 
 Blood of Christ — See Christ. 
 
 See also Atonement. 
 Book of Life, 1 15. 
 Bread of Heaven — See Christ. 
 Bread of Life — See Christ. 
 Brevity of Life — See Life. 
 Bridegroom, Coming of, 894, 
 
 1343- 
 
 Brotherly Love, 913-915, 918, 
 924, 925, 1049 — See also 
 Communion of Saints. 
 
 Burdens, 5 1 2, 794 — See Afflic- 
 tions. 
 
 Burial— See Death, and Fune- 
 ral Hymns. 
 
 Call, God's, 477. 
 
 Calmness, 761, 763, Sio, 814. 
 
 Calvary, 229, 247, 249, 253 — 
 See Christ, Crucified. 
 
 Captain of Salvation — See 
 Christ. 
 
 Carnal Joys, 558. 
 
 Change of Heart — See Con- 
 version. 
 
 Charity, 1038. 1041 - 1046, 
 1052, 1053, 1055, 1056 — 
 See also Brotherly Love. 
 
 Chastenings— See Afflictions. 
 
 Children, 1176, 1177, 1181, 
 1184-1195 
 Hosannasof, 218, 219,1177, 
 1 186, 1 195. 
 
 385 
 
3 S6 
 
 INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 
 
 Childlike Spirit, 796. 
 Choosing Christ, 494, 495, 
 
 878. 
 Christ, I45-33 8 - 
 
 Abiding with Believers, 
 
 802, 883, 1020,1024,1029. 
 
 Adoration of, 151, 239, 307, 
 
 310, 326, 330, 568. 
 Advent, First, 145-197. 
 Advent, Second, 180, 182, 
 
 I337-I364- 
 Advocate, 284, 322, 324. 
 Agony of, 220-233, 247. 
 All in All, 527, 531, 532, 
 
 569, 574, 592. 
 Ascension of, 278-282, 285- 
 
 290, 298, 299, 309, 312, 
 
 333- 
 Atonement of, 485, 516, 
 
 H79- 
 Beauty of, 313, 580, 582. 
 Benevolence of, 204, 390, 
 
 1038. 
 Best Friend, 544, 909. 
 Birth of, 161-166, 169-179, 
 
 183-188, 190, 191, 194, 
 
 195- 
 Blood of, 242, 253-256, 267, 
 
 268, 324. 
 Bread of Heaven, 898. 
 Bread of Life, 893, 895, 896. 
 Burial of, 257-259. 
 Captain of Salvation, 586, 
 
 634, 651, 724. 
 Character of, 19S, 199, 200, 
 
 206, 207, 208, 215, 313. 
 Childhood of, 197, 216. 
 Choice of — See Choosinp- 
 
 Christ. 
 Compassion of, 153, 199, 
 
 209, 320, 780. 
 Condescension of, 180. 
 Conqueror, 266, 267, 271, 
 
 275, 279, 280, 290, 294- 
 
 301, 312, 314, 318, 331, 
 
 336, 971, 1 196. 
 Consoler, 801, 802, 805. 
 Corner- Stone, 827, 828, 830, 
 
 833. 929. 939- 
 Coronation of, 296, 305, 
 
 Cross of — See Cross. 
 Crucified, 578, 583. 
 Crucifixion of, 227-256, 283. 
 Day Star, 185, 192, 193, 
 
 406, 958, 1225. 
 Death of — See Atonement 
 
 of, and Crucifixion of. 
 
 Christ : 
 
 Delight in, 149, 212, 213, 
 
 214, 316, 527—529, 572. 
 Deliverer,673, 674, 679, 708, 
 
 709, 801. 
 Desire of Nations, 165, 170, 
 
 181, 303. 
 Divinity of, 150, 151, 167, 
 
 170, 171, 177, 210, 236, 
 
 313. 315. 330. 
 Eternity ol, 150, 315, 318. 
 Exaltation of, 235, 302, 315, 
 
 329- 
 Example, 198, 200, 333, 
 
 624, 103S, 1 1 76, 1 177, 
 
 1 188. 
 Excellency of, 330,568,588. 
 Faith in, 234 — See Faith. 
 First Fruits, 311. 
 Fountain, 242, 253, 254, 
 
 501, 515, 550, 599. 
 friend ot Sinners, 214, 323, 
 
 457. 469- 
 Fullness of, 430, 728, 729. 
 Gift of God, 700. 
 Glorying in, 612-618, 623. 
 Glory of, 212, 213, 273, 
 
 302, 306, 310, 313. 
 Grace of, 208, 313, 430, 479, 
 
 572, 804. 
 Gratitude to, 180, 238, 325, 
 
 536—556. 
 Hiding Place, 455, 555, 642, 
 
 676. 
 High Priest, 26S, 269, 317, 
 
 328. 
 Hope of His People, 310, 
 
 319-328, 336-338, 549, 
 
 691, 693, 694, 698, 772. 
 Hosanna to, 218, 219, 331. 
 Humanity of, 150, 198-208, 
 
 214-216, 317, 321, 323- 
 
 3 2 5> 333- 
 Humility of, 198, 206. 
 Humiliation of, 197, 216, 
 
 235. 315- 
 Immanuel, 189, 318, 321, 
 
 325- 
 Incarnate, 196, 201, 203, 
 
 321, 332, 333- 
 Incomparable, 189, 505, 
 
 546, 561, 670. 
 Indwelling, 494, 666. 
 In Gethsemane, 220, 223- 
 
 226, 566. 
 Intercession of, 240, 284, 
 
 286, 317, 666. 
 ! Invitation of, 205, 209, 408, 
 
 I Christ : 
 
 415, 416, 429, 447, 599, 
 707. 
 Judge, 338,1338-1341,1345- 
 
 .1355- 
 
 King of Glory, 152, 181, 
 260-265, 271, 280, 281, 
 300, 301, 307, 318,323. 
 
 King ot Saints, 291, 314, 
 
 334, 335- 
 King, Sovereign, 151, 285, 
 
 2 97. 313. 338, 5H> 532. 
 Knocking at the Door, 241, 
 
 428. 
 Lamb of God, 236, 310, 
 
 315, 326, 330, 573, 899. 
 Leader, 641, 651-654, 66c- 
 
 670. 
 Life, 556, 599. 
 Light 464, 556, 571, 599, 
 
 738, 1202. 
 Love of, 146, 215, 216, 328, 
 
 347, 47i, 544' 57i, 587, 
 
 589, 881, 882, 886, 909, 
 
 1190. 
 Loveliness of, 531, 561, 562, 
 
 598. 
 Majesty of, 62, 151, 214, 
 
 217, 307. 
 Man of Sorrows, 248, 791. 
 Mediator, 236, 237, 324, 
 
 534- 
 Meekness of, 198, 200, 206, 
 
 208. 
 Ministry of, ic,8, 104,205, 
 
 210, 211. 
 Miracles of, 202, 204, 209, 
 
 210. 
 Mission of, 155, 198, 202, 
 
 449- 
 Names of, 157, 171, 504, 
 
 514. 
 Nativity of — See Birth of. 
 Offices of, 171, 504, 514, 
 
 533- 
 Only Plea, 451, 453- 455- 
 
 469, 475, 496, 497, 583, 
 
 584, 590. 
 Our Passover, 265, 310, 
 
 899. 
 Passion, 221, 222, 227-256. 
 Patience of, 198, 208, 222, 
 
 244. 
 Pattern — See Example. 
 Pearl of Great Price, 527, 
 
 700. 
 Physician, 204, 5 1 7, 518. 
 Power of — See Divinity of. 
 
INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 
 
 387 
 
 Christ : 
 
 Praise to — See Praise. 
 Prayer to — See Prayer. 
 Preciousness of, 503-508, 
 
 563-566. 
 Presence of, 203, 581, 637, 
 
 667, 755, 1 173. 
 Priest, 164, 196, 324, 514, 
 
 527, 562. 
 Prince of Grace, 303. 
 Prince of Peace, 315, 335. 
 Prince of Salvation, 11 24. 
 Prophet, 164, 196, 514, 527. 
 . Ransom, 250, 264, 267, 308, 
 
 327, 502, 526, 534. 
 Redeemer, 1 47, 1 67, 1 68,282, 
 
 306, 308, 319, 326, 327. 
 Refuge, 642, 676, 679. 
 Reigning, 145, 156, 274, 
 
 275, 279, 283, 294-302, j 
 
 3o5. 307, 334, 335- 338, 
 
 1121, 1122, 1139-1141. 
 Resurrection of, 180, 260- 
 
 267, 270, 272-283, 311, 
 
 336, 933. 948, 9 6 9> 971, 
 
 973- 
 Resurrection, Pledge ol, 
 
 311, 312, 316. 
 Righteousness of, 485, 605, 
 
 889. 
 Rock of Ages, 499, 831. 
 Sacrifice, 198, 227-256, 513, ' 
 
 579 — See Atonement. 
 Saviour, the, 209, 210, 211, 1 
 
 237, 2S9, 316, 318. j 
 
 Second Coming of — See j 
 
 Advent, Second. 
 Sepulchre of, 257, 258, 259, j 
 
 270, 272. 
 Shepherd, 82, 84, 85, 98, 
 
 333. 539- 565, 661, 710, 
 
 759, 906, 1 175, 1 178, 
 
 1191, 1193. 
 Son of God, 145, 150, 151, 
 
 162, 171, 195, 197, 213, 
 
 216, 240, 247, 248, 261, 
 
 284, 313, 315, 318. 
 Substitute, 228, 250, 516, 
 
 584. 
 Sufferings of, 198, 199, 220- 
 
 256. 
 Sufficient, 677, 702. 
 Sun of Righteousness, 99, 
 
 479-957, 95 8 > io2 9> I2 3 6 - 
 Surety, 277, 513. 
 Sympathy of, 214, 215, 317, 
 
 320, 328, 453, 561, 615, 
 
 701, 791-794. 
 
 Christ : 
 
 Teacher, 205. 
 Temptations of, 201. 
 Transfiguration of,2i2, 213. 
 Triumphal Entry of, 152, 
 
 217-219. 
 Trust in — See Trust. 
 Victorious— See Conqtieror. 
 Way, Truth, and Life, 304, 
 
 752. 
 Weeping over Sinners, 459. 
 Wisdom of, 148. 
 Wonderful, 532. 
 Word of God, 1 50, 1 77, 407. 
 Work Finished, 260, 269. 
 Christ's Grace Extolled, 599- 
 
 609. 
 Christians : 
 
 At the Cross, 230, 243, 245, 
 
 703- 
 Christ the Life of, 549, 698, 
 
 735- 
 Comfort of — See Comfort. 
 Confidence in God, 1328 — 
 
 See Faith, and Trust. 
 Conflicts of, in, 471, 671- 
 
 697, 797, 809 — See also 
 
 Warfare. 
 Conquerors through Christ, 
 
 586, 605, 648-650. 
 Courage of— See Courage. 
 Death of — See Death of 
 
 Saints. 
 Debt of, to Christ, 681,682, 
 
 881. 
 Dependence on Christ, 99, 
 
 321, 666, 670, 728, 777, 
 
 877, 1295, 1296. 
 Duties of, 99, 621, 631, 853, 
 
 1038, 1039, 1197-1201, 
 
 1268. 
 Encouragements of, 585, 
 
 634, 645, 651, 655, 671, 
 
 672, 691, 708-710, 759, 
 
 1051. 
 Example of, 621, 648, 919, 
 
 920. 
 Fellowship of — See Broth- 
 erly Love. 
 Graces of, 603, 621, 656, 
 
 741, 746, 751, 756, 761, 
 
 763, 1040, 1 04 1, 1 182. 
 Love of, for Christ, 504, 
 
 530-535, 545, 547, 548, 
 559-568, 577, 593-598, 
 721, 736. 
 Perseverance of, 543, 642- 
 656, 701, 759, 787. 
 
 Christians : 
 
 Safety of, in God, 43, 44, 
 49, 52, 56, 74, 82-85, 118, 
 121, 142, 777. 
 Race of, 648-657, 
 Warfare of, 586, 625-654. 
 Christian Ministry — See Min- 
 istry. 
 Christian Work, 1038-1057, 
 
 1 192. 
 Christmas Song— See Song of 
 
 the Angels. 
 Church, 827-842. 
 
 Afflicted, 1058, 1059, 1066, 
 
 1356, 1358. 
 Beloved of God, 831, 834, 
 
 835,837. 
 
 Beloved of Saints, 830, 832, 
 835,836,841,878,974-978. 
 
 Birth Place of the Saints, 
 985. 
 
 Glory of, 831,836,985,1102, 
 1 108, 11 11, 1 1 16, 1359. 
 
 God the Strength of, 830, 
 837, 840, 842, 984. 
 
 In the Desert, 1066. 
 
 Joining the, 876, 878, 879. 
 
 Ministry of — See Ministry. 
 
 Missions of — See Missions. 
 
 Ordinances of — See Bap- 
 tism, and Lord's Supper. 
 
 Revival of — See Revival. 
 
 The Safety of the Nation, 
 
 837. 
 
 Triumph of, 1 74, 1 068, 1 1 1 6, 
 
 1125-1141, 1393. 
 Unity of, 829. 
 City of God, 1390 — See Zion. 
 Close of Service, 918, 925, 
 943,963,1005,1014, 1015, 
 1022, 1023, 1025. 
 Come and Welcome, 408, 419, 
 
 876, 879. 
 Comfort, 270, 434, 435, 437. 
 
 450, 1282, 1283, 1298. 
 Comforter — See Holy Spirit. 
 Coming of Christ-See Christ, 
 Advent. 
 Anticipated, 1337, 1338, 
 1342, 1356-1364. 
 Commemoration, 884, 887, 
 
 891, 897, 900-908, 926. 
 Communion : 
 
 Of Saints, 91 1-930. 
 With God, 738-740. 
 With Christ, 559, 722. 
 At the Lord's Table — See 
 Lord's Supper. 
 
388 
 
 INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 
 
 Compassion : 
 Of Christ — See Christ. 
 Of God— See God. 
 Condescension — See Christ, 
 
 and God. 
 Confession : 
 Of Faith— See Faith, 
 Of Sin — See Sin. 
 Confidence — See Faith, and 
 
 Trust. 
 Conflict with Sin — See Chris- 
 tians, Conflicts of. 
 Conformity to Christ, 741 — 
 
 See Christ, Example. 
 Conqueror — See Christ. 
 Conscience, 234, 744, 745. 
 Consecration, of Possessions, 
 245, 486, 1052,1053,1055. 
 Of Self, 36, 873, 874, 880. 
 Renewed, 684-690. 
 To Christ, 619-621. 
 Consolation, in God, 773-776. 
 In the Sympathy of Christ, 
 
 791-794. 
 Sought, 764-766. 
 Under Bereavement, 1298- 
 1306, 1311, 1321, 1323, 
 
 I3 2 7-I33°- 
 Constancy, 643-645, 648, 650- 
 
 657. 
 Contributions — See Charity. 
 Contrition, 227, 230-232, 524. 
 Conversion, 1 52,256, 472-477, 
 
 479, 486, 492-49 8 . 5°9- 
 
 511, 518, 522-524, 529, 
 
 533. 535^ 538, 539. 554. 
 
 557- 558, 599-603. 610, 
 
 892. 
 Conviction — See Pardon 
 
 Sought. 
 Corner-Stone — See Christ. 
 Coronation — See Christ. 
 Country, our, n 52, 1157- 
 
 1166. 
 Courage, 625, 628, 633, 643- 
 
 655, 1092, 1094, 1096. 
 Covenant, entering into, 864, 
 
 872-880. 
 Of Grace, 695, 701, 787, 
 
 862, 867. 
 Creation — See God, Creator. 
 Cross : 
 
 And Crown, 927. 
 Bearing, 610,611,617,621- 
 
 624. 
 Glorying in, 612, 613, 616- 
 
 618, 647. 
 Lessons of, 251, 502. 
 
 Cross : 
 
 Salvation by, 227-256, 302, 
 
 3H. 
 Soldier of, 625, 643, 644, 
 
 1096. 
 Crowns of Glory,6o9,622,627, 
 
 648, 651, 730, 885, 920. 
 Crucifixion of Christ — See 
 
 Christ. 
 Crucifixion to the World, 245 
 
 — See Renouncing all 
 
 for Christ. 
 
 Darkness, Spiritual, 359, 
 
 678, 684-690, 695, 809, 
 
 1361- 
 Day of Grace, 413, 414, 421, 
 
 425, 428, 439, 450, 497, 
 
 946. 
 Day Spring, 406, 958. 
 Day Star, 185, 406, 958, 1225. 
 Death : 
 
 Confidence in, 1 274-1 278, 
 
 1289-1292, 1294, 1318, 
 
 1371. 
 Conquered, 1271, 1302, 
 
 1321-1326. 
 Fear of, Overcome, 1317. 
 Of Children, 1299, 1300. 
 Of Friends, 131 1, 1316. 
 Of Infants, 1301, 1303. 
 Of a Minister, 1329, 1331. I 
 Of Saints, 1284, 1292, 1293, 
 1298, 1304, 1305, 1307-: 
 1310, I3I7-I33 6 - 
 Prevalence of, 1272, 1273, 1 
 
 1306. 
 Second, 462. 
 Declension Deplored, 471, I 
 
 678, 684-688. 
 Decrees of God — See God. 
 Dedicating Places of Wor- 
 ship, 1032-1037. 
 Delay, Danger of, 413, 414, 
 416, 421, 424, 425, 428, 
 450. 
 Dependence on God, 73, 74, 
 yy, 92, 98, 99, 794, 1200, 
 1213, 1223, 1226, 1237, 
 1238, 1245. 
 On Grace, 387, 584, 600, 
 601, 603, 604. 
 Deliverance Sought and 
 
 Gained, 695-697. 
 Depravity : 
 
 Native, 467, 496,1061,1062. 
 Universal, 147, 235, 605, 
 1061, 1062. 
 
 Despondency — See Chris- 
 tians, Conflicts of. 
 
 Devotions — See Prayer, and 
 Worship. 
 
 Dismissions — Sec Close of 
 Service. 
 
 Distress.Spiritual — ZeeChris- 
 tians, Conflicts of. 
 
 Doubt — See Christians, Con- 
 flicts of. 
 
 Doxologies ; Hymns 15, 18, 
 38, 55, 72, 97, 551,1025; 
 Pages 529, 530. 
 
 Duties, Daily — See Chris- 
 tians, Duties of. 
 
 Early Piety — See Chil- 
 dren. 
 
 Earnest of the Spirit — See 
 Holy Spirit, Earliest of. 
 
 Earnestness — See Zeal. 
 
 Earthly Pleasures — See Re- 
 nunciation. 
 
 Easter Hymns — See Christ, 
 Resurrection of. 
 
 Ebenezer, 536, 121 1, 
 
 Effectual Calling — See Elec- 
 tion. 
 
 Effort, Christian, 625, 628- 
 633, 643, 652, 853, 1038, 
 1057, 1091. 
 
 Election — SeeGod, Decreesof. 
 
 Encouragements — See Chris- 
 tians, Encouragements of. 
 
 Energy — See Effort, Zeal. 
 
 Erection of Churches — See 
 Dedicating Places of 
 Worship. 
 
 Espousals to Christ — See 
 Faith, Confession of. 
 
 Eternal Life — See Life. 
 
 Eternal Punishment — See 
 Future Punishment. 
 
 Eternity, 76, 462, 131 8, 1323, 
 
 1.334. i337-i3 6 4. 
 Evening, 1026, 1187, 1200, 
 1210, 1211, 1214, 1216, 
 1217, 1222-1224, 1228- 
 1244, 1246, 1248, 1249. 
 Of Lord's Day — See Lord's 
 
 Day. 
 Of Life, 1024. 
 Exaltation of Christ — See 
 
 Christ. 
 Example : 
 
 Of Christ— See Christ. 
 Of Christians— See Chris- 
 tians. 
 
INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 
 
 389 
 
 Expostulation, 410, 413, 416, 
 420, 422-425, 428, 431, 
 439, 448, 497, 946. 
 
 Faint Heartedness, 645, 
 
 651, 655. 
 Faith, 496-526. 
 
 Aspiration of, 500, 728, 729, 
 
 919, 920. 
 Assurance of, 501-508. 
 Blessedness of, 521. 
 Confession of, 872-880. 
 Gift of God, 601, 603, 604. 
 Justification by, 234, 496- 
 
 499, 526. 
 Prayer tor, 784, 1016. 
 Prayer of, 525. 
 Triumph of, 701. 
 Walking by, 656, 919, 920. 
 Faithfulness of God — See 
 
 God. 
 Fall of Man — See Depravity. 
 Family, 1169, 1171. 
 Family Worship, 1 168-1249. 
 Fast Days, 11 56, 1160-1164. 
 Father, God our— See God. 
 Fearfulness — See Faint 
 
 Heartedness. 
 Feast : 
 
 Gospel — See Gospel Feast. 
 Sacramental — See Lord's 
 Supper. 
 Festivals and Fasts, 1149- 
 
 1168. 
 Filial Yearning, 723-725, 749. 
 Forbearance, Divine — See 
 
 God, Forbearance of. 
 Forefathers' Day, 11 57, 1158, 
 
 1 162. 
 
 For Those at Sea, 1 142-1 148. 
 
 Following Christ, 626, 627, 
 
 629, 649, 651-654, 659- 
 
 670, 1047. 
 
 Following hard after God, 
 
 734-737- 
 
 Forgiveness of Sin — See Par- 
 don Found. 
 
 Foreign Missions — See Mis- 
 sions. 
 
 Formality, 359. 
 
 Forsaking all for Christ — 
 See Renouncing all for 
 Christ. 
 
 Fountain : 
 
 Of Blood, 242, 253, 254, 
 
 501. 
 Of Living Water, 446, 447, 
 831, 895, 896, 1 1 29. 
 
 Foundation of Hope — See 
 
 Christ, Hope of His 
 
 People. 
 Frailty of Man — See Life, 
 
 Brevity of. 
 Free Salvation, 237, 253, 408- 
 
 450, 472, 497, 520, 536, 
 
 587, 600. 
 Friend of Sinners— See Christ. 
 Friends, Burial of — See Fune- 
 ral Hymns. 
 Glorified, 916, 917, 1240, 
 
 r3ii, 1327. 
 Fruits of Grace, 621, 749. 
 Fulness of Grace, 408-450. 
 Funeral Hymns, 1272, 1307, 
 
 1316, '1319-1321, 1324, 
 
 1327. 
 Future Punishment, 423, 462 
 
 — See "Judgment Day. 
 
 Gentleness, 1382. 
 Gethsemane, 220, 223-226. 
 Gloria in Excelsis, 25, 71. 
 Glorified Saints— See Saints, 
 
 Glorified. 
 Glory : 
 
 Of Christ — See Christ. 
 Of God — See God. 
 Glorying in the Cross — See 
 
 Cross. 
 God, 1-144. 
 Abode of, 19. 
 All in all, 92, 754. 
 All-Seeing, 95. 
 All Things present to, 33. 
 Almighty--SeeCw;/z^/tv?/. 
 Attributes of, 27, JJ, 93, 
 
 102, 106, 140. 
 Being of, 63, 115, 403. 
 Calling yet, 477. 
 Communion with, 722, 738- 
 740, 748, 749, 754, 810, 
 813, 815, 1213. 
 Compassion of, 87, 88, 89, 
 
 131, 135, 141, 142. 
 Condescension of, 78, 106, 
 
 137- 
 Covenant Keeping, 787. 
 Creator, 4, 39, 40, 55, 56, 
 
 58, 63, 79, 103, 105, 129, 
 
 133, 827. 
 Decrees of, 115, 116, 123. 
 Eternal, 27, 74, 76, yj, 108. 
 Faithfulness of, 42, 96, 1 20, 
 
 794- 
 Father, 41,77, 91, 543, 547, 
 723, 787, 826. 
 
 God: 
 
 P'orbcarance of, 87, 471, 
 
 690. 
 Glory of, 13, 15, 16, 17, 63, 
 
 64, 67, 75, 112, 136, 403. 
 Goodness of, 4, 60, 107, 131, 
 
 143, 153, 460. 
 Grace of, 36, 52, 81, 104, 
 
 105. 
 Greatness of, 102, 134, 137. 
 Guardian, 82, 118, 119. 
 Guide, 18, 43, 82, 119, 139, 
 
 660. 
 Helper, 74, 634, 635, 74S. 
 Holiness of, 6, 12, 14, 15, 
 
 61, 70, 144, 1416. 
 Immutable—See UncJiange- 
 
 able. 
 Incarnate, 30. 
 Incomprehensible, 102, 116, 
 
 117, 123. 
 Indwelling of, 7, 26. 
 Infinite, 76. 
 In Nature, 39, 40, 51, 53, 
 
 63, 66, 67, 1 12, 129, 133, 
 
 398, 403, 406, 1252. 
 Jehovah, 8, 41, 45. 
 Judge, 1275 — See Christ, 
 
 Judge. 
 Justice of, 123, 140, 141. 
 King — See Sovereign. 
 Kingdom of, 101. 
 Light of his Saints, 131 2. 
 Love of, 38, 54, 55, 135, 
 
 347, 723, 832, 1 199, 1200. 
 Majesty cf, 45, 49, 56, 93, 
 
 113, 128, 134, 136. 
 Mercy of, 49, 56, 81, 91, 
 
 120, 135, 140, 141, 143. 
 Mercies of, Recounted, 90, 
 
 778. 
 Mysterious, 19, 27,116, 117, 
 
 123. 
 Omnipotent, 109, 113, 138, 
 Omnipresent, 92, 94, 130, 
 
 753. I2I 3- 
 
 Omniscient, 33, 127, 130. 
 
 Patience of — See Forbear- 
 ance of. 
 
 Perfections of, 106. 
 
 Pity of — See Compassion 
 
 Praise to — See Praise. 
 Prayer Hearing. 456, 466, 
 
 525, 826, 986. 
 Preserver, 43, 786. 
 Presence of, 94, 139, 984, 
 
 987, 992, 997, 1226. 
 
390 
 
 INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 
 
 God: 
 
 Promises of, 42. 
 Providence of, 63, 64, 81, 
 
 104, 133- 
 Purposes of-See Decrees of . 
 Reconciled, 513. 
 Refuge, 1, 43, 121, 764-766. 
 Ruler, 39, 40, 41. 
 Saviour, 555, 714, 716. 
 Safety in, 44, 96, in, 121, 
 
 142, 777, 789. 
 Shepherd, 82, 84, 85, 98, 
 
 710. 
 Source of Blessing, 87, 1 14, 
 
 124, 140. 
 Sovereign, 41, 58, 59, 60, 
 
 101, 108, no, 128, 138, 
 
 797- 
 Stronghold, 1, 45, 121. 
 Supreme, 2, 48, 76, 1 1 5, 797. 
 Triune — See Trinity. 
 Trust in — See Trust. 
 Truth of, 4, 42, 48, 50, 52, 
 
 104, 135, 709, 1023, 1227, 
 
 1386. 
 Unchangeable, 48, 53, 73, 
 
 74, 76, 100, 101. 
 Unsearchable, 21, 1 16, 117, 
 
 123. 
 Watchful Care of, 44, 65, 
 
 86, 87, 99, 100, 118, 132, 
 
 773. 803. 
 Wisdom of, 41, 54, 62, 112, 
 
 123, 127, 129. 
 Works of, 40, 41, 56, 60, 63, 
 
 73, 81, 105, 106, 108, 112, 
 
 129, 133. 39 8 - 
 Worshipped, 46-48, 61, 93, 
 
 97. 107, 144- 
 Good Works, 400, 621, 889. 
 Good Tidings, 1128, 11 34. 
 Gospel : 
 
 Banner, 1 101, 1123. 
 Excellency of, 403, 405, 
 
 851, 1227. 
 Feast, 408, 426, 427, 433, 
 
 441, 446,448. 
 Freeness of, 408 — 450. 
 Fulness of, 408, 411, 432, 
 
 433. 434. 446. 
 Invitations, 408-420, 426- 
 
 429, 43 I -45°- 
 Message, 420, 436, 1093, 
 
 1094. 
 Power of, 465, 1088. 
 Reception of, 476, 477, 486, 
 
 494-496, 509-512, 520- 
 
 524, 527-609. 
 
 Gospel : 
 
 Rejection of, 416, 423, 425, 
 428. 
 
 Spread of, 1 102, 1 103, 1 106, 
 1 1 38 — See also Mis- 
 sions, and Kingdom of 
 Christ, Progress of. 
 
 Success of, 858. 
 
 Triumph of, 11 13, n 15, 
 1 1 16, 1121, 1 122, 1132 — 
 See also Missions, and 
 Kingdom of Christ, Pro- 
 gress of. 
 
 Trumpet, 438. 
 Grace : 
 
 Aspiration for Divine — 
 See Aspirations. 
 
 Converting, 344, 350, 352, 
 359. 363. 3°4> 366, 369, 
 37o, 378, 381, 528, 600, 
 603, 604. 
 
 Free, 408-450, 520, 536, 
 584, 600. 
 
 Justifying, 498, 499, 523, 
 535, 604, 889, 892. 
 
 Miracle of, 533. 
 
 Quickening, 343, 344, 350, 
 359, 361, 365, 379-381. 
 
 Renewing, 344, 381, 561, 
 602, 1075. 
 
 Restoring, 359, 381, 699. 
 
 Reviving, 343, 349, 352, 
 359, 362, 381,849. 
 
 Sanctifying, 344, 352, 361, 
 365, 366, 369, 370, 384, 
 605. 
 
 Saving, 584, 588, 600, 604. 
 
 Sovereign, 540, 600, 603- 
 605. 
 Graces, Christian, 1040 — See 
 
 Faith, Hope, and Love. 
 Gratitude, 536-556. 
 Grave, 421, 665, 13 10, 1321- 
 
 1327, 1329, 1333. 
 Grieving the Spirit — See 
 
 Holy Spirit. 
 Growth in Grace, 198, 200, 
 621, 624, 704, 726, 751, 
 811, 822, 823, 979. 
 Guest, Divine, 241, 428. 
 Guidance, Divine, 18, 8e, 84, 
 
 8 5. 98. 353.366,405.407. 
 
 662, 709, 710, 759, 1 172, 
 
 1191. 
 Guiding Star, 190, 192, 193. 
 Guilt — See Sin. 
 
 Hallelujahs, 51, 78, 182, 
 
 311, 332, 537, 1121,1241, 
 1192, 1318, 1393. 
 
 Happiness, 521, 527-535,603, 
 
 759, 872, 982, 1387. 
 Hardness of Heart, 483. 
 Harvest, Spiritual, 853, 857. 
 1091, 1155. 
 Temporal, 1 1 5 5, 1 1 67 — 
 See Thanksgiving. 
 Hearing the Word, 946, 953, 
 962-965, 974, 978, 1015, 
 1022. 
 Heart : 
 
 Change of — See Regenera- 
 tion. 
 Clean, 352, 741. 
 Contrite, 480-482, 511, 741. 
 New — See Regeneration. 
 Searching of, 94, 95, 478, 
 
 678, 704, 1309. 
 Stony, 483. 
 
 Surrender of, 1 52, 477, 480, 
 496. 509, 510, 512, 522, 
 538, 610, 910. 
 Vile, 524, 690. 
 Heathen, 1082, 1103. 
 Heaven, 1365-1416. 
 
 Anticipated, 657,658, 717- 
 719, 769, 1265, 1285- 
 1288, 1344, 1 37 1, 1399- 
 
 1403, 1406-1415. 
 Blessedness of, 730, 731, 
 
 1312, 1313, 1383, 1389, 
 
 1404, 1405. 
 
 Christ There, 1384, 1385, 
 
 !394-i39 8 . M07, 1415- 
 Friends' There, 131 1, 1381. 
 Home, 1314, 1334, 1336, 
 
 1344, 1372, 1373, 1375- 
 
 I379- 1387, 1388, 1403, 
 
 1410-1413. 
 Holiness of, 1374. 
 Longed for — See Longing 
 
 for Heaven. 
 Nearness to, 1375, 141 2. 
 Praise of, 1385, 1386, 1392- 
 
 1398. 
 Prospect of, 611, 1365, 
 
 1367, 1370, 1380. 
 Rest of, 769, 1382, 1401, 
 
 1408, 1409, 1 41 4. 
 Society of, 1365-1369,1381. 
 Security of, 1 373- 
 Songs of, 730, 1366, 1367, 
 
 1 391, 1407. 
 Treasure in, 1048. 
 Worship 0^1390,1391,1398, 
 
 1416. 
 
INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 
 
 391 
 
 Heavens, Starry, 406. 
 Heavenly Race, 648, 655. 
 Heirship of Saints, 723, 1403. 
 Hell — See Future Punish- ■ 
 
 ineni. 
 Heralds of the Gospel, 851, j 
 
 noo, 1 1 28, 1 1 34. 
 Hiding Place — See Christ. 
 High Priest — See Christ. 
 Hoiiness — See God, Heaven, 
 
 and Saints. 
 Holy Scriptures — See Bible. ' 
 Holy Spirit, 339~3 8 5- 
 
 Absence of, 351, 359— See 
 
 Declensions. 
 Baptism of, 912, 1067. 
 Comforter, 358, 362, 370, 
 
 375, 382, 383. 
 Descent of, 339-3+2, 344, 
 
 348, 349, 372. 
 Divine, 3+3, 349, 362, 363, 
 369. 370, 372, 376, 381, 
 384- 
 Earnest of, 355, 356, 364, 
 
 367. 369- 
 Enlightener, 353, 360, 370, 
 
 375- 376, 382. 
 Fruits of, 352, 353, 352, 377. 
 Grieved, 414, 425, 450, 470. 
 Indwelling, 348, 355, 360, 
 
 367. 373, 379> 3S5- 
 Infiuences oi, 340, 356, 361- 
 
 363, 368-370, 372, 374. 
 Inspirer, 379-381, 388. 
 Invoked, 343-3+7, 349-352, 
 
 354, 355-357, 359-385, 
 
 470, 475-849- io57, 1130. 
 Leadings of, 353, 365, 383. 
 Refining, 350, 361-353. 365, 
 
 384. 
 Rejoicing in, 339, 3+4, 358, 
 
 37i- 
 Regenerating, 340, 360- 
 
 363- 365, 381, 1075. 
 Sought, 826. 
 
 Striving, 354, 425, 442, 470. 
 Teachings of, 344, 364, 377, 
 
 380. 
 Witnessing, 355, 356, 360, 
 
 361, 367, 369, 3S5. 
 Home — See Family, and 
 
 Heaven. 
 Home Missions, 1064, 11 10. 
 Hope, Aspiration of, 444, 507, 
 
 609, 622, 627, 648, 651, ! 
 
 655, 691, 723, 726, 730- 
 
 733- 919, 920, 1276, 1314, 
 
 1315, 1344, 1403, 1406. 
 
 Hope : I 
 
 In Affliction, 434-437, 692, 
 694, 695, 697, 769, 774, 
 1279, 1282, 1298-1301. 
 In darkness—See Spiritual 
 
 Trouble. 
 In Death, 1 284-1 294, 1304, 
 
 1310, 1311, I3I7-I333- 
 In God, 691-697, 782. 
 Of Heaven — See Heaven 
 Anticipated. 
 Hosannas, 28, 38, 196, 331, 
 
 939, 969, 973, 996. 
 House of God — See Sanc- 
 tuary. 
 Household — See Family. 
 Humanity of Christ — See 
 
 Christ. 
 Humble Service, 11 S3. 
 Humiliation : 
 
 Days of — See Fast Days. 
 Of Christ — See Christ. 
 Humility, 1185 — See also 
 Calmness. 
 
 IMMANUEL — See Christ. 
 
 Immortality, 336, 462, 1273, 
 1302, 1318, 1325, 1329- 
 1 336 — See also Heaven. 
 
 Importunity, 525.822,825,981. 
 
 Imputation, 230, 234, 235, 
 238, 310, 485, 516, 601, 
 791, 889. 
 
 In the Depths, 671-680. 
 
 Incarnation — See Christ. 
 
 Inconstancy, 688, 690. 
 
 Infant Baptism — See Bap- 
 tism. 
 
 Infant Salvation, 1180, 1194, 
 1299-1301. 
 
 Ingratitude, 460, 483, 690. 
 
 Infinity of God — See God. 
 
 Inspiration, 388, 395, 397, 404. 
 
 Installation — See Pastor, In- 
 stallation of. 
 
 Intercession — See Christ. 
 
 Invitations of the Gospel — 
 See Gospel. 
 
 Invocation, 2, 3, 26, 343-347, 
 938-943> 947, 948, 953- 
 954, 95 6 -959, 962, 964, 
 965,- 972, 981, 988-993, 
 996-999, 1001,1002,1009, 
 1010, 1016, 1027, 1028. 
 
 Israel, in Captivity, 1059. 
 Outcast, 1060. 
 Restoration of, 1108, 1109, 
 Salvation of, 1095. 
 
 Jacob's Vow, 1172. 
 Jehovah — See God. 
 Jerusalem, 1370, 1372, 1377, 
 
 1378, 1410. 
 Jesus is .Mine, 735-737- 
 Jesus \\ atching over Chil- 
 dren, 1 1 Si . 
 Joining the Church — See 
 
 Lord's Supper. 
 Joy, in Christ, 527-529. 
 In the Lord, 114, 585, 739, 
 
 740. 
 Of the Believer, 557, 564, 
 
 607, 712-716, 872. 
 Jovous Trust in Christ, 747- 
 
 750, 888, 88q, 890. 
 Jubilee, 417, 418, 11 13, 1134, 
 
 1 140, 1 141. 
 Judgment and Eternity, 1337- 
 
 1364- 
 Judgment Day, 1 337-1 355. 
 Justice of God — See God. 
 Justification — See Faith, 
 
 yustification by. 
 
 Kindness — See Brotherly 
 
 Love. 
 Kingdom of Christ, 1058- 
 
 1141. 
 Prayer for, 838, 1058, 1060, 
 
 1064, 1067-1078, 1 1 12, 
 
 1 1 18. 
 Progress of, 1 079-1 081, 
 
 1085-1088, 1098, 1099, 
 
 1113, 1 1 1 5, 1121, 1131- 
 
 H34- 
 
 Labor — See Activity, and 
 
 Christian 1 1 ~ork. 
 Lamb of God — See Christ. 
 Land of Peace, 443. 
 Latter Day, 1 1 07, 1 1 1 1 , 1 1 1 7, 
 
 1126, '1133. 
 Law of God, 386, 393-400. 
 And Gospel, 234, 249, 342. 
 Conviction under — See 
 Penitence. 
 Liberality — See Charity. 
 Life and Death, 462, 1264- 
 
 1336. 
 Life: 
 
 Brevity of, 727. 1250, 1251. 
 1 26 1, 1268, 1269, 1270, 
 1288, 1306, 1375. 
 Object of, 411, 462, 631, 
 
 633, 1306, 1353. 
 Solemnity of, 631, 1268, 
 1275, 1345, 1353. 
 
392 
 
 INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 
 
 Life: 
 
 Uncertainty of, 1242, 1267, 
 
 1268, 1272, 1345, 1412. 
 Vanity of, 1265, 1269, 1272. 
 Light of the World — See 
 
 Christ. 
 Likeness to Christ — See Con- 
 formity. 
 Litany, 500, 675, 791. 
 Little Things, 1041, 1183, 
 
 1 192, 1 199. 
 Little Travelers, 1184. 
 Longing : 
 
 For Christ, 468, 490, 559, 
 589, 689, 732, 733, 736, 
 
 755- 757. 758, 77i. 
 For God, 493, 703, 704- 
 
 706, 734, 749, 811, 817. 
 For Heaven, 658, 659, 717— 
 
 719. 725-727. 730-733. 
 1019, 1285-1288, 1314, 
 1315, 1361. 
 For Holiness, 741-743, 745, 
 746. 
 Long Suffering — See God, 
 
 Forbearance of. 
 Looking to Jesus, 337, 615, 
 
 728, 729. 
 Lord's Day, and Worship, 
 931-1031. 
 Delight in, 932, 935-937, 
 939- 942, 949-952, 960, 
 961, 966-969, 974-978, 
 983, 987,1003,1004,1011, 
 1012, 1017. 
 Evening, 1007, 1008, 1013, 
 1018, 1020, 1021, 1024, 
 1026, 1029-1031. 
 Morning, 272, 940, 941,944- 
 
 948, 953-959. 97L 972- 
 978, 994, 1227. 
 Welcomed, 931-934, 938, 
 970, 995— See also Invo- 
 cation, and Close of Ser T 
 vice. 
 Lord's Prayer, 11 70. 
 Lord's Supper, 881-910. 
 Lord our Righteousness, fit. 
 Loss, of all Things — See Re- 
 nouncing ail for Christ. 
 Of the Soul — See Future 
 Punishment. 
 Lost State of Man— See De- 
 pravity. 
 Love of Christ — See Christ. 
 Of God. — See God. 
 Of Holy Spirit, 347, 348, 
 354.355.357.36o,367,368. 
 
 Love to Christ, 545, 547, 548, 
 
 560,563,570,577,593-598. 
 
 To God, 358, 543, 547, 566, 
 
 738-740, 754. 
 To Saints — See Brotherly 
 
 Love. 
 To the Church, 829, 835, 
 878, 882. 
 Love, Joy, Trust, 530-535. 
 Loving-kindness, 575, 576. 
 Lukevvarmness, 359. 
 
 Majesty of Christ — See 
 Christ. 
 Of God — See God. 
 Man, Fallen — See Depravity. 
 Mariners — See Sailors. 
 Martyrs, 613, 649, 920, 1365— 
 
 1368, 1404. 
 Mediator — See Christ. 
 Mediatorial Reign — See 
 
 Kingdom of Christ. 
 Meditation, 399, 478, 580,810, 
 814, 942, 1231,1232,1279. 
 Meekness, 198, 200, 206, 208, 
 
 624, 1 185. 
 Mercifulness, 1041,1044,1056. 
 Mercy : 
 Free, 520. 
 Of God — See God. 
 Seat, 268, 269, 455, 576, 
 
 764, 937, 1000, 1002. 
 Sought, 452, 454-458, 461, 
 463, 465, 470, 471, 481, 
 482, 487, 488, 491, 492. 
 Message of the Gospel — See 
 
 Gospel. 
 Messiah, 154, 1 139. 
 Millenium — See Latter Day. 
 Ministry, 843-860. 
 
 Commission of, 843, 851- 
 
 854, 857. 
 Christ's Call to, 860. 
 Convocation of, 845, 851, 
 
 854, 1 1 14. 
 Installation of— See Pastor. 
 Ordination of, 847, 856, 859. 
 Prayer for, 844, 845, 855. 
 Ministry of Christ-SeeChrist. 
 Miracles — See Christ, Mira- 
 cles of. 
 Miracle of Grace, 533. 
 Mission of Christ-SeeCV/rw/. 
 Missions, 11 14, 11 19, 1121, 
 
 1 138. 
 Missionaries, 856, 1073, 1083, 
 1097, 1 100, 1 104, 1 105, 
 1 1 20. 
 
 Missionary Hymn, 11 19. 
 Meeting, 1 1 14. 
 Work, Calls to, 1084, 1089- 
 1692. 
 Morning, 1 197-1209, 1215, 
 1245, I2 47- 
 Of Lord's Day— See Lord's 
 Day. 
 Mortality — See Death and 
 
 Life. 
 Mountains, Three, 249. 
 Mystery of God's \bode, 19. 
 Of Providence — See God, 
 Mysterious. 
 
 National, i i 50, i i 52, i i 57- 
 11 60, 1 1 63- 1 166. 
 
 Nativity of Christ — See 
 Christ, Birth of. 
 
 Nature : 
 
 Beauties of, 39, 40, 63, 66, 
 
 67, 1 12, 129, 406. 
 God seen in, 39, 40, 51, 53, 
 63, 66, 67, 1 12, 129, 133, 
 398, 403, 406, 1252. 
 
 Nearness to God, 64, 684, 
 734, 1029. 
 To Heaven, 719, 727, 1264, 
 1288, 1334, 1378, 1412. 
 
 Need of God, 1238. 
 
 Of Salvation — See Atone- 
 ment, Necessaiy. 
 
 Needful, one Thing, 422. 
 
 New Birth — See Regenera- 
 tion. 
 
 New Jerusalem, 1359, 1370, 
 1372, 1377, 1378, 1410 
 
 New Song — See Song, New. 
 
 New Year, 1 256-1 259. 
 
 New Year's Eve, 1263. 
 
 Now, 425, 439 — See Day of 
 Grace. 
 
 Obedience : 
 
 Of Christ — See Christ. 
 Of the Christian, 58, 521, 
 619, 749, 889, 946, 1057, 
 1201. 
 Offers of Grace — See Pardon, 
 
 Offered. 
 Offices of Christ — SeeChrist. 
 Old Age, 1295, 1296. 
 Omnipotence — See God. 
 Omnipresence — See God. 
 Omniscience — See God. 
 Oneness with Christ, 597, 760. 
 Onward, 61 1, 638, 639, 640, 
 644, 648, 659, 671, 1387. 
 
INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 
 
 393 
 
 Opening of Service — See In- 
 vocation. 
 
 Orainnaces — See Baptism, 
 and Lord's Supper. 
 
 Ordination — See Ministry. 
 
 Original Sin — See Depravity. 
 
 Oat of the Depths, 695. 
 
 Panoply, 628. 
 Paradise, 141 5. 
 Pardon Found, 256, 510, 511, 
 516, 517-524, 5 2 7, 529, 
 531. 533-539- 554-558, 
 575- 578, 579, 599-6io, 
 7ii, 737- 
 Oiifered, 237, 253, 408-450, 
 
 472, 497, 587, 879, 946. 
 Sought, 369, 451-493, 522, 
 52 5, 675, 690, 707, 979, 
 13+5, 1346. 
 Parting — See Close of Service. 
 Passover, 265, 310, 899. 
 Pastor, Death of, 1329, 1331. 
 Installation of, 844, 847, 
 849-851, 857-859, 1067. 
 Prayed for, 844. 
 Sought, 846. 
 Welcomed, 848, 851. 
 Patient, 1 16, 123. 
 Peace, Christian, 124, 284, 520, 
 693, 74.4, 781, 1005, 1006. 
 For the Troubled, 409, 435, 
 
 437, 443- 
 Of God, 781, 943. 
 National, 1150, 11 52, 1160, 
 
 1 163, 1 164, 1 166. 
 Peace-Makers, 914, 924. 
 Pearl of Great Price, 527, 700. 
 Penitence, 451-493 — ■ See 
 
 Pardon Sought. 
 Pentecost, 341, 342, 371. 
 Peril, 1 142. 
 Perseverance, 543, 641 -656, 
 
 701, 759, 787. 
 Pestilence, 1237, 1241. 
 Pilgrim Band, 91 1. 
 Pilgrim Church, 839. 
 Pilgrim Fathers, 1162, 1165. 
 Pilgrim's Prayer, 662, 665, 
 
 658, 669, 670. 
 Pilgrim's Song, 585, 726,1218, 
 
 1264, 1266. 
 Pilgrim-Spirit, 5S5, 691, 719, 
 
 725, 728, 729, 1218, 1264, 
 
 1409. 
 Pilgrimage, 658-670,713,921, 
 
 1 21 8, 1260, 1264, 1266, 
 
 1330. 
 
 25 
 
 Pity of God — See God, Com- 
 passion of. 
 Sought, 783. 
 To the Poor, 1043- 1046. 
 Pleading with Jesus, 452, 457, 
 
 517, 518, 598. 
 Pleasures, Worldly — See Re- 
 nouncing all for Christ. 
 Poor, Care for, 1043, 1046, 
 
 1056. 
 Praise, 23, 30, 35, 50, 51, 52, 
 68, 69, 70, 97, in, 952, 
 980, 1023. 
 Calls to, 1, 53, 57-59, 72, 
 79, 80, 83, 103, 607,1251. 
 For Creation, 28. 
 " Deliverance, 142, 537. 
 " Divine Goodness, and 
 
 Truth, 4, 52, 537. 
 " Pardoning Grace, 535, 
 
 540, 982. 
 " Redemption, 28, 167. 
 " Salvation, 9. 
 To Christ, 151, 152, 156, 
 168, 169, 207, 214, 
 218, 219, 252, 271, 
 292, 293, 306-338, 
 528, 552, 553, 557- 
 592, 608, 609, 899, 
 1 1 86. 
 " God, 1, 4, 5, 11, 13, 
 15, 24, 25, 26, 33, 
 39-43, 71, 97, 387, 
 818, 1256, 1386. 
 " the Creator, 112, 133. 
 " " Father, 24, 55, yy, 
 
 125. 
 " " Son, 149, 196. 
 
 " Spirit, 344, 362- 
 364, 368, 384. 
 " " nity-See Trin- 
 ity. 
 Prayer, 807-825 — See also 
 Family Worship. 
 Encouragements to, 823, 
 
 825, 879. 
 Hour ot, 813, 821, 1212, 
 
 1219, 1231. 
 Importunity in, 525, 822, 
 
 825, 981. 
 Lord's, 1 1 70. 
 Nature of, 807, 808. 
 Power of, 812, 816, 979. 
 For Baptized Children, 
 865-871. 
 " Comfort, 792, 1282. 
 " Deliverance, 683, 790, 
 800. 
 
 Prayer : 
 
 For Extension of Christ's 
 Kingdom-See King- 
 dom of Christ. 
 
 " Guidance, 18, 662-665, 
 668, 669, 770, 795, 
 806, 1 191. 
 
 " Perfect Peace, 696,761- 
 764, 789, 824,. 892. 
 
 " Revival — See Rj^raa/. 
 
 " Union, 912. 
 To Christ, 201, 203, 211, 
 238, 240, 243, 494, 
 500, 567, 568, 620, 
 793- 850, 956-959, 
 979, 1029,1 171,1 173, 
 1175, 1181, 1187, 
 1191,1193,1202,1208, 
 1220, 1 241, 1242. 
 
 " the Holy Spirit, 343, 
 
 345-347, 352. 365, 
 
 366, 369, 370, 374, 
 
 378, 849. 
 
 " " Trinity, 2, 3, 18, 
 
 29, 31, 954, 1249. 
 
 Preaching — See Ministry. 
 
 Preciousness of Christ — See 
 
 Christ. 
 Predestination — See God, De- 
 crees of. 
 Pride — See Humility. 
 Priesthood of Christ — See 
 
 Christ. 
 Prince of Peace — See Christ, 
 Probation-See Day of Grace. 
 Procrastination — See Deiay. 
 Prodigal's Welcome, 498. 
 Profession, 785, 863, 864, 
 
 872-880. 
 Progress, Christian — See 
 
 Growth in Grace. 
 Of Christ's Kingdom — See 
 
 Kingdom of Christ. 
 Promised Land, 1264, 1 3 1 3, 
 
 1376, 1402, 1405, 141 5. 
 Promises, 42, 709. 
 Prophecy, 332, 404. 
 Providence ^See God, Proz'i- 
 
 dence of. 
 Punishment, Future — See 
 
 Future Punishment. 
 Pure in Heart, 741, 756. 
 Purposes of God — See God, 
 
 Decrees of. 
 
 Race, Christian, 648-657. 
 Ransom — See Christ, Ran- 
 som. 
 
394 
 
 INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 
 
 Reconciliation — See Pardon 
 
 Found. 
 Redeeming Love-See Christ, 
 
 Love of. 
 Redemption — See Atone- 
 ment. 
 Refuge — See Christ, and God. 
 Regeneration : 
 
 Necessary, 353, 359, 363, 
 
 376, 378, 467, 523. 
 Prayed for, 343, 346, 347, 
 
 349. 35°. 354. 356, 357. 
 
 359. 363. 364. 366, 369, 
 
 37o, 374. 376, 378, 74L 
 
 849. 
 Wrought by God, 344, 348, 
 
 352, 355. 358, 360, 363, 
 
 380, 385. 
 Rejoicing in God — See Joy 
 
 of the Believer. 
 Remembrance of Christ — 
 
 See Commemoration. 
 Renewed Consecration, 684- 
 
 690. 
 Renouncing all for Christ, 
 
 199, 422, 486, 510, 529, 
 
 538, 558, 610, 614, 878, 
 
 889, 1409. 
 Repentance — See Penitence. 
 Resignation, 124, 125, 126, 
 
 761-763, 767-772, 776, 
 
 798, 799, 1 221. 
 Resolves — See Renouncing 
 
 all for Christ. 
 Rest for the Weary — See 
 
 Weary, Rest for. 
 Rest of Heaven-See Heaven. 
 Resurrection : 
 
 Of Christ — See Christ. 
 Of Believers, 1285, 1308, 
 
 1310, 131S, 1319, 1321, 
 
 1324-1327, 1333, 1335, 
 
 1338, 1360, 1400. 
 Retirement, 478, 810, 814, 
 
 815, 1231, 1232. 
 Return to God, 431, 471, 473, 
 
 498, 539 — See also Par- 
 don Sought. 
 Revelation, 3, 192, 386-407, 
 
 1085, 1227. 
 Revival : 
 
 Hoping for, 351,1063,1098. 
 Prayer for, 346, 351, 912, 
 
 1062, 1066, 1 135. • 
 Thanksgiving for, 1136. 
 Riches, 245, 486, 726. 
 Righteousness of Christ — 
 
 See Christ. 
 
 Rock of Ages — See Christ. 
 Royal Priesthood-See Christ, 
 Priest. 
 
 Sabbath — See Lord's Day. 
 Sacraments — See Baptism, 
 
 and Lord's Supper. 
 Sacrifice, Vicarious — See 
 
 Atonement. 
 Safety in God, 1237. 
 Safety of Believers, 765. 
 Sailors, 11 42-1 148. 
 Saints : 
 
 Blessedness of, 832, 1365— 
 
 1369. 
 Communion of — See Com- 
 munion. 
 Death of — See Death. 
 Glorified, 730, 731, 733, 919, 
 920, 921, 928 — See also 
 Heaven. 
 Holiness of, 621, 744. 
 Security of, 765. 
 Union of, with Christ, 720- 
 
 722, 760, 928-930. 
 Union of, with Each Other, 
 912-918, 922, 923, 924, 
 925, 928. 
 Salvation — See Atonement, 
 
 and Free Salvation. 
 Sanctification — See Growth 
 
 in Grace. 
 Sanctuary : 
 
 Corner-Stone Laid, 1032. 
 Dedication of, 1002, 1033- 
 
 1037. 
 Love for, 931-1004, 1011, 
 1012, 1017. 
 Saviour — See Christ. 
 Scriptures, Holy — See Bible. 
 Seamen — See Sailors. 
 Seasons, 66, 11 53-1 156, 1167, 
 
 1 2 50-1 263. 
 Second Birth — See Regenera- 
 tion. 
 Second Death — See Future 
 
 Punishment. 
 Security of Saints-See Saints. 
 Seeking God, 86. 
 Seed Time and Harvest, 
 
 1255 — See Seasons. 
 Self-Deception, 678, 688, 690. 
 Dedication — See Consecra- 
 tion. 
 Denial, 245, 486, 622, 624, 
 
 625, 885, 889. 
 Renunciation — See Re- 
 nouncing all for Christ. 
 
 Shepherd — See Christ, and 
 
 God. 
 Showers of Grace, 487. 
 Sickness, 12 14, 1 279-1 281. 
 Sin : 
 
 Confession of, 451-493 — 
 
 See Pardon Sought. 
 Hatred of, 744-746. 
 Original, 467, 496, 061, 
 
 1062. 
 Sinai, 249, 523. 
 Sinners Invited and Warned 
 
 —See Pardon Offered. 
 Penitent — ■ See Pardon 
 
 Sought. 
 Slavery, 1094, 1097,1105,1122. 
 Sleep, 1 197, 1 199, 1200, 1204, 
 
 1205, 1210, 121 1, 1222- 
 
 1230, 1234, 1237-1239, 
 
 1 241, 1244, 1249. 
 Soldiers, Christian, 586, 625, 
 
 628, 640, 643, 644, 875, 
 
 1096. 
 Soul of Man — See Immortal- 
 ity. 
 Son of God — See Christ. 
 Song of Moses and the Lamb, 
 
 606. 
 Song, New, 330, 573, 1366. 
 Song of the Angels, 158-164, 
 
 166, 170, 176, 185, 194, 
 
 195- 
 
 Sorrow — See Afftictio?is. 
 
 For Sin — See Penitence. 
 Sorrowing Comforted — - See 
 
 Comfort. 
 Sovereignty of God — SeeGod, 
 
 Sovereign. 
 Sowing and Reaping, 602, 
 
 853, 857, 1048,1054,1091, 
 
 1383- 
 Speak Gently, 1182. 
 Spirit — See Holy Spirit. 
 Spring' — See Seasons. 
 Star of Bethlehem, 169, 186, 
 
 187. 
 Star of the East, 174, 175, 
 
 183, 190, 192, 193. 
 Starry Heavens, 406. 
 Steadfastness — See Pcrsr.rr- 
 
 ance. 
 Still with Thee, 121 3, 1226. 
 Storms, 56, 109, 113, 128,138, 
 
 143- 
 Strength as our Days, 680, 
 
 762. 
 Submission — See Afflictions, 
 
 and Resignation. 
 
Tnd 
 
 EX OF 
 
 SUBJ 
 
 ECTS. 
 
 395 
 
 Substitution — See Atone- 
 ment. 
 Sufficiency of Christ — See 
 
 Christ. 
 Sufferings of Christ — See 
 
 Christ. 
 Suffering with Christ — See 
 
 Martyrs. 
 Summer — See Seasons. 
 Sun of Righteousness — See 
 
 Christ. 
 Supper, Lord's, 881-910. 
 Supremacy of God — See God. 
 Surety — See Christ. 
 Surrender, 241, 509, 510, 522, 
 
 538, 541. 
 "Sweet Will of God," 126. 
 Sweet Subjection, 512, 
 Sympathy of Christ — See 
 
 Christ. 
 Christian — See Brotherly 
 
 Love. 
 
 Table, Lord's — See Lord's 
 
 Supper. 
 Tabor, 249. 
 Teacher, the Great — See 
 
 Christ. 
 Te Deum Laudamus, 5,11, 24. 
 Temptation, 8oo — See Chris- 
 tians, Conflicts of. 
 Thankfulness, 100, 1205,1256. 
 Thanksgiving, 57, 1149-1159, 
 
 1 162, 1 167. 
 Throne of Grace, 761, 809, 
 
 823. 
 Thy Kingdom Come, 1058- 
 
 1 141. 
 Thy Will be Done, 1221. 
 Time — See Death, Life, 
 
 Year. 
 Times and Seasons, 1250- 
 
 1263. 
 Titles ot Christ — See Christ, 
 
 Names of. 
 To-Day, 414, 425, 439, 450, 
 
 946. 
 To-Morrow, 450, 1267. 
 Transfiguration, 213. 
 Trials — See Afflictions. 
 Tribulation — See Afflictio?is. 
 Trinity : 
 
 Adoration of, 6, 7, 10, 12, 
 
 32, 1416. 
 Invocation of, 2, 3. 
 Praise to, 2, 9, 10, 14, 16, 
 
 17, 20, 22, 28, 30, 34, 36, 
 
 37, 38. 
 
 Trinity : 
 
 Worship of, 8,16, 27, 29,954. 
 Prayer to — See Prayer. 
 Triumphal Entry, 217-219. 
 Trust in Christ, 276, 288, 289, 
 319, 530, 591, 697-712, 
 747. 75°. 759. 76o, 794. 
 In God, 44, 122, 124, 125, 
 127, 634, 635, 674, 779, 
 797, 803-806. 
 In Providence, 775, 779- 
 790, 1297. 
 Truth of God — See God. 
 Trumpet, Gospel, 417, 418, 
 438, 446. 
 Judgment, 1 338-1 341, 1346- 
 1350, 1352-1354, 1360, 
 1362. 
 
 Unseen but Loved, 530. 
 Unchangeableness of God — 
 
 See God. 
 Union of Saints — See Saints. 
 Unsearchableness of God — 
 
 See God. 
 
 Vanity of Life — See Life. 
 Victory of Believers, 1388 — 
 
 See Warfare. 
 Of Christ — See Christ, 
 
 Conqueror. 
 Vows to God, 626, 785, 864, 
 
 872-874, 880. 
 
 Waiting on God, 751,1050. 
 Walking with God, 684. 
 Wandering-See Backsliding. 
 Wanderer Invited, 431, 472. 
 
 Restored, 456, 539, 690. 
 Warfare, Christian, 586, 625- 
 
 654. 
 Warnings, 41 1, 413, 414, 416, 
 
 421-426, 428. 
 Watchfulness, 614, 630, 631, 
 
 632, 653, 751, 854, 894, 
 
 1343. I345- 1353- 
 
 Watching and Praying, 751, 
 819, 894. 
 
 Watchmen, 174, 851, 852, 
 854, 859. 
 
 Waters of Life-See Fountain. 
 
 Way of Salvation — See Free 
 Salvation, and Atone- 
 ment. 
 
 Way to God, 554, 585. 
 
 Way to Zion, 627. 
 
 Way, Truth, and Life — See 
 Christ. 
 
 Wealth — See Riches. 
 
 Use of — See Charity. 
 Weary, Rest for the, 432, 436, 
 437, 472, 476, 599, 1408, 
 1409, 1414. 
 Welcome to the, 415, 419, 
 429. 
 Wedding Hymn, 1168. 
 Weeping, 459, 602,857,1091, 
 
 1383. 
 Winter — See Seasons. 
 Wisdom — See God, and 
 
 Christ. 
 Witness — See Holy Spirit. 
 Witnesses, Cloud of, 644, 648. 
 Word of God — See Bible. 
 Works of God — See God. 
 Working in the Vineyard, 
 
 1 192. 
 Working and Giving, 1038- 
 
 1057. 
 World Renounced — See Re- 
 nouncing all for Christ. 
 Worship, 8. 
 
 Call to, 46, 58, 181. 
 
 Cheerful, 47. 
 
 Delight in, 107, 149, 942— 
 
 See also Lord's Day. 
 Family — See Family Wor- 
 ship. 
 Public — See Lord's Day. 
 Universal, 986. 
 "Worthy the Lamb," 292,293. 
 Wrath of God — See Future 
 Punishment. 
 
 Year : 
 
 Beginning — See New Year. 
 Close, 1262, 1263. 
 Of Jubilee, 417, 418, 11 13, 
 1 1 34, 1 140, 1 141. 
 Yielding to Christ, 451-512, 
 522, 538, 539, 541, 767, 
 768, 770, 771. 874, 880. 
 Yoke of Christ, 429, 512. 
 
 Zeal, 590, 592, 593, 611, 625 
 626,631, 648,651,655,920. 
 Zion — See also Church. 
 
 City of God, 831, 840. 
 
 Enlarged, 1099, 1102, 1103, 
 
 1 137. 
 
 Favored Hour of, 1068. 
 Highway to, 627. 
 Prayer for, 1058. 
 Rejoicing, 1065,1126-1129 
 Restored, 1 109, n 16. 
 Secure, 834. 
 
396 
 
 Tndex of Fip^t Lines. 
 
 HYMN. 
 
 A BROKEN heart, my God, my King. 480 
 
 A charge to keep I have 63 1 
 
 A few more years shall roll 1266 
 
 A little child the Saviour came 866 
 
 A pilgrim through this lonely world.. 199 
 A safe stronghold our God is still.. — 842 
 Abide with me: fast falls the eventide 1024 
 
 According to Thy gracious Avord 905 
 
 Again the Lord of life and light 97 1 
 
 Ah, what avails my strife 509 
 
 Alas, and did my 'Saviour bleed 230 
 
 All hail, incarnate God 1087 
 
 All hail the power of Jesus' name 329 
 
 All is dying; hearts are breaking 1306 
 
 All is o'er, the pain, the sorrow 259 
 
 All my heart this night rejoices 163 
 
 All people that on earth do dwell 46 
 
 All praise to Thee, eternal Lord 184 
 
 All praise to Thee, my God, this night 1222 
 
 All that I was, my sin and guilt 601 
 
 All things are ready, Come 441 
 
 All ye Gentiles, praise the Lord 72 
 
 Almighty Father of mankind 1297 
 
 Almighty God of love 1073 
 
 Almighty God, to-night 1229 
 
 Always with us, always with us 667 
 
 Am I a soldier of the cross 625 
 
 Amazing grace, how sweet the sound. 600 
 
 Amplest grace in Thee I find 191 
 
 And can I yet delay 510 
 
 And is the time approaching 930 
 
 And is there, Lord, a rest , 1414 
 
 And let this feeble body fail 137 1 
 
 And must I part with all I have 486 
 
 And must this body die 1271 
 
 And will the Judge descend 1354 
 
 Angels, from the realms of glory 181 
 
 Angels rejoiced and sweetly sung 195 
 
 Angels, roll the rock away 263 
 
 Another six days' work is done 940 
 
 Another year, another year 1 258 
 
 Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat. . . 455 
 
 Arise, my soul, arise 513 
 
 Arise, my tendcrcst thoughts, arise... 1061 
 
 Arise, O King of grace, arise 1036 
 
 Arm of the Lord, awake 1069 
 
 HYMN. 
 
 Arm these Thy soldiers, mighty Lord 875 
 
 Around the throne of God in heaven. 1 194 
 
 Art thou weary, art thou languid 436 
 
 [ As Jesus died, and rose again 1323 
 
 As pants the hart for cooling streams. 687 
 
 As thy day, thy strength shall be 680 
 
 As when the weary traveller gains 719 
 
 As with gladness men of old 190 
 
 Ascend Thy throne, almighty King.. 11 18 
 
 Ask ye what great thing I know 578 
 
 Asleep in Jesus: blessed sleep 1292 
 
 Assembled at Thy great command 1 1 14 
 
 At even, ere the sun was set 1214 
 
 At the door of mercy sighing 519 
 
 At the Lamb's high feast we sing 899 
 
 At Thy command, our dearest Lord. . 885 
 
 Awake, and sing the song 606 
 
 Awake, awake, O Zion 1 133 
 
 Awake, my soul, and with the sun 1 197 
 
 Awake, my soul, in joyful lays 575 
 
 Awake, my soul, lift up thine eyes. . . . 653 
 
 Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve. . 648 
 
 Awake, our drowsy souls 948 
 
 Awake, our souls, away our fears 655 
 
 Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes. 125 1 
 
 Awaked by Sinai's awful sound 523 
 
 Awhile in spirit, Lord, to Thee 201 
 
 Be joyful in God, all ye lands of the. . 841 
 
 Be Thou, O God, exalted high 134 
 
 Before Jehovah's awful throne 48 
 
 Behold, a stranger 's at the door 428 
 
 Behold, the blind their sight receive. . 202 
 
 Behold, the Bridegroom cometh 1343 
 
 Behold, the day is come. 1355 
 
 Behold the glories of the Lamb 326 
 
 Behold the man ! How glorious He. . . 221 
 
 Behold, the morning sun 1227 
 
 Behold, the Mountain of the Lord. ... 1 107 
 
 Behold the Saviour of mankind 231 
 
 Behold, the shade of night 12 15 
 
 Behold the throne of grace 823 
 
 Behold the western evening light ! 1284 
 
 Behold, what wondrous grace 723 
 
 Behold, where, in the Friend of man. 198 
 
 Beneath our feet and o'er our head. . . 1272 
 
index of :::.:? lines. 
 
 hvmnV 
 
 Bethlehem, of noblest cities 169 
 
 Beyond the glittering starry skies 295 
 
 Bless God, my soul; Thou, Lord, alone 136 
 
 Bless, O my soul, the living God 97 
 
 Blessed Fountain, full of grace 550 
 
 Blessed Jesus, ere we part 551 
 
 Blessed Saviour, Thee I love 590 
 
 Blest are the pure in heart 756 
 
 Blest are the sons of peace 1 169 
 
 Blest be the dear, uniting love 918 
 
 Blest be the Father, and His love 20 
 
 Blest be the tie that binds 925 
 
 Blest be Thy love, dear Lord 507 
 
 Blest Comforter Divine 354 
 
 Blest day of God, most calm, 966 
 
 Blest hour, when mortal man retires. . 813 
 
 Blest inhabitants of Zion 832 
 
 Blest is the man, whose spirit shares. . 1043 
 
 Blest morning, whose young dawning 973 
 
 Blest Trinity, from mortal sight 10 
 
 Blow ye the trumpet, blow 417 
 
 Bread of heaven, on Thee I feed 898 
 
 Bread of the world, in mercy broken. 893 
 
 Breast the wave, Christian 671 
 
 'Brethren, while we sojourn here 646 
 
 Brief life is here our portion 1375 
 
 Bright and joyful is the morn 171 
 
 Bright King of glory, dreadful God.. 151 
 
 Bright was the guiding star that led. . 192 
 
 Brightest and best of the sons of the. . 183 
 
 Brightness of the Father's glory 168 
 
 Brother, now thy toils are o'er .... 1308 
 
 Brother, though from yonder sky 1307 
 
 By cool Siloam's shady rill 1 176 
 
 By faith I view my Saviour dying 520 
 
 CALL Jehovah thy salvation 1237 
 
 Calm me, my God, and keep me calm 763 
 
 Calm on the listening ear of night . 159 
 
 Calmer of the troubled heart 1006 
 
 Cast thy bread upon the waters 1054 
 
 Cast thy burden on the Lord 794 
 
 Cheer up, desponding soul 772 
 
 Child of sin and sorrow 450 
 
 Children of light, arise and shine ^37 
 
 Children of the Heavenly King 585 
 
 Chosen not for good in mc 682 
 
 Christ and His cross are all our theme S58 
 
 Christ, by heavenly hosts adored 1 156 
 
 Christ for the world we sins 1086 
 
 397 
 
 Hymn. 
 
 Christ is made the sure foundation. . . 833 
 
 Christ is our Corner-stone 820 
 
 Christ, of all my hopes the ground 549 
 
 Christ, the Lord, is risen again 265 
 
 Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day, Our. 264 
 
 Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day, Sons. 260 
 
 Christ to heaven is gone before ^^2 
 
 Christ, whose glory fills the skies 958 
 
 Cling to the mighty One 674 
 
 Come, all ye saints of Cod 293 
 
 Come at the morning hour 821 
 
 Come, blessed Spirit, Source cf light. 364 
 
 Come, dearest Lord, descend and dwell. 990 
 
 Come, divine Emmanuel, come 1 135 
 
 Come, every pious heart. 180 
 
 Come, happy souls, approach your. . . 449 
 
 Come hither, all ye weary souls 429 
 
 Come, Holy Ghost, all-quickening fire 379 
 
 Come, Holy Ghost, in love 374 
 
 Come, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire. . 380 
 
 Come, Holy Spirit, calm my mind 365 
 
 Come, Holy Spirit, come, Let Thy.. . 352 
 
 Come, Holy Spirit, come, With energy 350 
 
 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove. . . 366 
 
 Come, Holy Spirit,heavenly Dove, With 359 
 
 Come, humble sinner, in whose breast 484 
 
 Come in, thou blessed of the Lord — 876 
 
 Come, kingdom of our God 838 
 
 Come, let our voices join to raise 946 
 
 Come, let us anew 1259 
 
 Come, let us anew 1 260 
 
 Come, let us join in songs of praise- . . 324 
 
 Come, let us join our cheerful songs. . 330 
 
 Come, let us join our friends above. . . 916 
 
 Come, let us lift our joyful eyes 322 
 
 Come, let us sing the song of songs. . 573 
 
 Come, let us to the Lord, our God. . . 685 
 
 Come, Lord, and tarry not 1358 
 
 Come, my Redeemer, come 494 
 
 Come, my soul, thy suit prepare 979 
 
 Come, O Creator Spirit blest 362 
 
 Come, O my soul, in sacred lays 112 
 
 Come, O promised Comforter 375 
 
 Come on, my partners in distress 638 
 
 Come, sacred Spirit, from above S49 
 
 Come, said Jesus' sacred voice 415 
 
 Come see the place where Jesus lay. . . 336 
 
 Come, see the place where Jesus lies. . 257 
 
 Come, sinners, to the gospel feast. — 426 
 
 Come, sound His praise abroad jo 
 
398 
 
 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 HYMN. 
 
 Come, take His offers now 440 
 
 Come, Thou almighty King 2 
 
 Come, Thou everlasting Spirit 345 
 
 Come, thou Fount of every blessing. . 536 
 
 Come, Thou* long-expected Jesus 165 
 
 Come, Thou soul-transforming Spirit. 965 
 
 Come to Calvary's holy mountain 253 
 
 Come to the land of peace 443 
 
 Come unto me, when shadows darkly. 437 
 
 Come, we that love the Lord 607 
 
 Come, weary souls, with sin distrcst. . 432 
 
 Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye. . . 434 
 
 Come, ye faithful, raise the anthem.. 308 
 
 Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched. 419 
 
 Come, ye sinners, to your Lord 433 
 
 Come, ye thankful people, come 1 155 
 
 Come, ye weary sinners, come 472 
 
 Commit thou all thy griefs 775 
 
 Compared with Christ, in all beside. . 566. 
 
 Creator Spirit, by whose aid 384 
 
 Cross, reproach, and tribulation 613 
 
 Crown Him with many crowns 296 
 
 Daily, daily sing the praises 1390 
 
 Daughter of Zion, awake from thy — 1127 
 
 Daughter of Zion, from the dust 1 108 
 
 Day divine, when sudden streaming. . . 348 
 
 Day of judgment, day of wonders 1341 
 
 Day of wrath, O day of mourning — 1349 
 
 Days and moments quickly flying 1243 
 
 Dayspring of eternity 1027 
 
 Dear as Thou wert, and justly dear. . . 1283 
 
 Dear Friend, whose presence in the. . . 1 173 
 
 Dear is the hallowed morn to me 945 
 
 Dear Jesus, ever at my side 1 1 8 1 
 
 Dear Lord and Master mine 512 
 
 Dear Refuge of my weary soul 764 
 
 Dear Saviour, I am Thine 720 
 
 Dear Saviour, if these lambs should. . 867 
 
 Dearest of all the names above 321 
 
 Death may dissolve my body now 1277 
 
 Deathless spirit, now arise 13 17 
 
 Depth of mercy, can there be 471 
 
 Descend from heaven, Immortal Dove 1397 
 
 Did Christ o'er sinners weep 459 
 
 Dismiss us with Thy blessing, Lord. . . 1015 
 
 Do not I love Thee, O my Lord 593 
 
 Does the Gospel word proclaim 476 
 
 Done is the work that saves 269 
 
 Draw near, O Holy Dove, draw near. . 891 
 
 Dread Sovereign, let my evening song. 1 235 
 
 Early, my God, without delay 977 
 
 Earth has engrossed my love too long. 1407 
 
 Earth has nothing sweet or fair 580 
 
 Earth, with its dark and dreadful ills. . 1278 
 
 Earthly joys no longer please us 614 
 
 Enthroned on high, Almighty Lord.. 360 
 
 Ere another Sabbath's close 1007 
 
 Ere earth's foundations yet were laid. . 705 
 
 Ere God had built the mountains 148 
 
 Ere the blue heavens were stretched. . 150 
 
 Ere the waning light decay 1 244 
 
 Eternal Father, strong to save 1 142 
 
 Eternal Father, Thou hast said 1 1 13 
 
 Eternal Father, when to Thee 
 
 Eternal Source of every joy.. . .* 1256 
 
 Eternal Spirit, Source of light 381 
 
 Eternal Spirit, Source of truth 361 
 
 Eternal Spirit, we confess 363 
 
 Eternal Wisdom, Thee we praise 129 
 
 Ever would I fain be reading 390 
 
 Every morning mercies new 1 24c, 
 
 Exalt the Lord our God 61 
 
 Fade, fade, each earthly joy 735 
 
 Fading, still fading, the last beam is. . 1026 
 
 Faint not, Christian, though the road. 645 
 
 Fair shines the morning star 418 
 
 Fairest Lord Jesus 582 
 
 Faith, hope, and charity, these three. 1040 
 
 Far as Thy name is known 836 
 
 Far down the ages now 839 
 
 Far from my heavenly home 725 
 
 Far from my thoughts, vain world. . . 942 
 
 Far from the world, O Lord, I flee... 810 
 
 Far from these narrow scenes of night 13 13 
 
 Fastened within the veil 692 
 
 Father, at Thy footstool see 31 
 
 Father, by Thy love and power 1249 
 
 Father, I know that all my life 806 
 
 Father, in these reveal Thy Son 868 
 
 Father of heaven, whose love profound 8 
 
 Father of love, our Guide and Friend. 779 
 
 Father of mercies, bow Thine car. — 844 
 
 Father of mercies, God of love 91 
 
 Father of mercies, in Thy house 847 
 
 Father of mercies, in Thy word 396 
 
 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost 36 
 
 Father, Thine Elect who lovest 17 
 
INDEX OF FIRST LINES, 
 
 399 
 
 Father, Thy will, not mine be done. . 
 
 Father, whate'er of earthly bliss 
 
 Father, who didst fashion me 
 
 Fear not, O little flock 
 
 Fear not, poor, weary one 
 
 Fierce was the wild billow 
 
 Fight the good fight with all Thy 
 
 Fling our the banner; let it float 
 
 For all the saints, who from their 
 
 For all Thy saints, O Lord 
 
 For ever with the Lord 
 
 For me vouchsafed the unspotted 
 
 For thee, O dear, dear Country 
 
 For Thy mercy and Thy grace 
 
 Forth from the dark and stormy sky. . 
 Forth in Thy Name, O Lord, I go. . . 
 Forth to the Land of promise bound. 
 
 Forward ! be our watchword 
 
 Fount of everlasting love 
 
 fountain of grace, rich, full, and free. 
 
 Fountain of mercy, God of love 
 
 Frequent the day of God returns 
 
 Friend after friend departs 
 
 From all that dwell below the skies. .. 
 
 From Calvary a cry was heard 
 
 From Egypt lately come 
 
 From every stormy wind that blows. . 
 From foes that would the land devour. 
 
 From Greenland's icy mountains 
 
 From the cross the blood is falling. . . 
 
 From the cross uplifted high 
 
 From the vast and veiled throng 
 
 From Thee, my God, my joys shall. . . 
 
 GENTLY, Lord, O gently lead us 
 
 Gently, my Saviour, let me down — . 
 
 Gird on Thy conquering sword 
 
 Give me the wings of faith, to rise. . . 
 Give thanks to God; He reigns above 
 
 Give to our God immortal praise 
 
 Give to the Lord, ye sons of fame. . . . 
 
 Give to the winds thy fears 
 
 Give us room, that we may dwell 
 
 Glorious things of Thee are spoken. . 
 
 Glory be to God on high. . 
 
 Glory be to God the Father 
 
 Glory, glory everlasting 
 
 Glory to God on high, Let praises 
 
 Go forward, Christian soldier 
 
 Go, labor on ; spend and be spent. — 
 Go, preach My gospel, saith the Lord. 
 
 HYMN. 
 
 6 3 6 
 
 76l 
 
 29 
 
 6 34 
 805 
 
 673 
 652 
 1101 
 928 
 926 
 
 1334 
 228 
 
 1376 
 
 1263 
 991 
 
 1 20 1 
 921 
 
 639 
 1136 
 
 702 
 1255 
 1016 
 1311 
 
 5° 
 
 247 
 
 658 
 
 1000 
 
 1 164 
 
 1 1 19 
 
 251 
 
 408 
 
 13 
 
 1384 
 
 665 
 1294 
 1088 
 919 
 
 139 
 105 
 
 133 
 803 
 
 1099 
 831 
 7i 
 16 
 306 
 292 
 644 
 
 1039 
 
 843 
 
 HYMN'. 
 
 Go to dark Gethsemane 226 
 
 Go to the grave in all thy glorious 1329 
 
 Go, worship at Immanuel's feet 189 
 
 Go, ye messengers of God 1097 
 
 God bless our native land 1 166 
 
 God calling yet ! shall I not hear 477 
 
 God eternal, Lord of all 1 1 
 
 God in His earthly temple lays 985 
 
 God, in the Gospel of His Son 405 
 
 God is in His holy temple 964 
 
 God is love; His mercy brighter.:;. ... 54 
 
 God is the name my soul adores 21 
 
 God is the refuge of His saints 121 
 
 God moves in a mysterious way 116 
 
 God, my supporter and my hope 748 
 
 God of mercy, God of grace 956 
 
 God of my childhood, and my youth. 1295 
 God of my life, through all its days. . . 1 1 r 
 
 God of my life, to Thee I call 706 
 
 God of that glorious gift of grace. . . . 865 
 God of the morning, at whose voice. . 1198 
 God of the sun-light hours, how sad. . 1018 
 God, that madest earth and heaven.. 1217 
 
 God, the All-Terrible, Thou who 1 163 
 
 Good news from heaven the angels. . . 188 
 
 Grace, like an uncorrupted seed 749 
 
 Grace, 'tis a charming sound 604 
 
 Gracious Redeemer, shake 632 
 
 Gracious Spirit, Dove Divine 369 
 
 Gracious Spirit, dwell with me 2>73 
 
 Gracious Spirit, Holy Ghost ^yj 
 
 Granted is the Saviour's prayer 372 
 
 Great Creator, who this day 954 
 
 Great Father of each perfect gift 356 
 
 Great God, attend while Zion sings. . . 984 
 Great God, how infinite art Thou. ... 76 
 Great God, indulge my humble claim. 1010 
 Great God, the nations of the earth.. 1076 
 Great God, to Thee my evening song. 1224 
 Great God, we sing that mighty hand 1257 
 Great God, what do I see and hear — 1347 
 Great God, who hid from mortal sight 999 
 
 Great God, whose universal sway 1 1 12 
 
 Great is the Lord our God 837 
 
 Great Ruler of all nature's frame 143 
 
 Great Shepherd of Thine Israel 1066 
 
 Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah. . . . 662 
 
 Ha 1 L, all hail, the joyful morn 1 72 
 
 Hail, everlasting Spring 5 15 
 
;400 
 
 INDEX OF Fir.ST LINES. 
 
 Hail, morning known among the blest 941 1 lie lives, the Great Redeemer lives 
 Hail, my ever blessed Jesus ' 533 I Me that goeth forth with weeping. 
 
 Hail, sacred truth, whose piercing rays 402 
 
 Hail, sovereign Love, that first began. 555 
 
 Hail the day that sees Him rise 2S6 
 
 Hail the joyful day's return 371 
 
 Hail the night, all hail the morn 173 
 
 Hail, thou bright and sacred morn. . . . 955 
 
 Hail, Thou God of grace and glory. . 912 
 
 He who on earth as man was known. . 
 He, who once in righteous vengeance . 
 
 Hear, gracious God, a sinner's cry 
 
 Hear my prayer, O heavenly Father. . 
 
 Hear what the voice from heaven 
 
 Heart-broken, friendless, poor, cast. . . 
 
 Heart of stone, relent, relent 
 
 Heavenly Father, to Avhose eye 
 
 Hail, Thou once despised Jesus 310 
 
 Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad. . 1 126 j Heralds of creation, en- 
 Hail to the Lord's Anointed 1 122 Here at Thy table, Lord, we meet 
 
 Hail to the Sabbath day 938 Here I can firmly rest 
 
 Hail to Thee, our risen King 262 High in the heavens, eternal God 
 
 Hail, tranquil hour of closing day 1232 
 
 Hallelujah ! best and sweetest 1393 
 
 Hallelujah ! hallelujah ! 311 
 
 Hallelujah! praise to God 332 
 
 Hallelujah, raise, O raise 78 
 
 Happy soul, thy days are ended 1304 
 
 Happy the man, who knows i°57 
 
 Happy the souls to Jesus joined 915 
 
 Happy the spirit released from its clay 138S 
 
 Hark, a voice divides the sky 13 19 
 
 Hark, hark, my soul: Angelic songs. . 1330 
 
 Hark, hark, the notes of joy 179 
 
 Hark, how the watchmen cry 852 
 
 Hark, my soul, it is the Lord 881 
 
 Hark, ten thousand harps and voices. . 2°7 
 
 Hark, the distant isles proclaim 1 138 
 
 Hark, the glad sound, the Saviour 155 
 
 Hark, the herald angels sing 1 70 
 
 Hark, the hosts of heaven are singing. 166 
 Hark, the judgment-trumpet sounding 1339 
 
 Hark, the song cf jubilee 1 141 
 
 Hark, the sound of holy voices 1391 
 
 Hark, the voice of Jesus calling 1089 
 
 Hark, the voice of love and mercy. ... 252 
 
 Hark, what celestial sounds 1 76 
 
 Hark, what mean those holy voices... 164 
 Hark, what mean those lamentations. 1090 
 Haste, traveller, haste-! the night comes 424 
 
 Hasten, Lord, the glorious time 1 139 
 
 Hasten, Lord, to my release 683 
 
 Have mercy, Lord, on me 458 
 
 Have mercy on us, God most High. . . 27 
 He comes in blood-stained garments. . 1 196 
 He dies, the Friend of sinners dies. . . . 283 
 
 He is gone ! and we remain 287 
 
 He leadeth me: O hjessed thought. . . 660 
 
 High in yonder realms of light 
 
 High let us swell our tuneful notes. . . 
 
 Holy and reverend is the name 
 
 Holy Bible, book divine 
 
 Holy Ghost that, promised, came 
 
 Holy Ghost, the Infinite 
 
 Holy Ghost, with light divine 
 
 Holy, holy, holy Lord, Be Thy 
 
 Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty 
 
 Holy, holy, holy, Lord God of Hosts. 
 
 Holy, holy, holy, Lord God of Hosts. 
 
 Holy, holy, holy Lord, God the Father 
 
 Holy Spirit, from on high 
 
 Holy Spirit, Lord of light 
 
 Hope of our hearts, O Lord, appear. . 
 
 Hosanna, raise the pealing hymn 
 
 Hosanna to our conquering King 
 
 Hosanna to the living Lord 
 
 How beauteous are their feet 
 
 How beauteous on the mountains 
 
 How beauteous were the marks divine. 
 How blest the righteous, when he dies. 
 How bright these glorious spirits shine 
 
 How can I sink with such a prop 
 
 How calm and beautiful the morn 
 
 How charming is the place 
 
 How did my heart rejoice to hear 
 
 How firm a foundation, ye saints of-. 
 
 How gentle God's commands 
 
 How heavy is the night 
 
 How large the promise, how divine. . . 
 
 How lovely are Thy dwellings fair 
 
 How oft, alas, this wretched heart 
 
 How pleasant, how divinely fair 
 
 How pleased and blest was I 
 
 How precious is the book divine 
 
 HYMh 
 
 284 
 
 1091 
 
 323 
 
 255 
 
 482 
 
 1239 
 
 1322 
 
 479 
 410 
 
 795 
 
 79 
 
 903 
 
 543 
 
 1367 
 194 
 144 
 
 339 
 
 383 
 
 376 
 
 37o 
 
 70 
 
 1416 
 
 12 
 
 14 
 
 32 
 
 475 
 
 382 
 
 1362 
 
 196 
 
 33i 
 996 
 851 
 
 1 134 
 206 
 
 1293 
 
 1404 
 
 747 
 
 272 
 
 937 
 975 
 709 
 
 773 
 605 
 S62 
 1017 
 690 
 987 
 960 
 397 
 
INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 How shall we show our love to Thee . . 
 
 How shall the young secure their 
 
 How sweet and awful is the place 
 
 How sweet, how heavenly is the sight. 
 
 How sweet the melting lay 
 
 How sweet the Name of Jesus sounds. 
 How sweet to leave the world awhile. . 
 How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound 
 
 How swift the torrent rolls 
 
 How tedious and tasteless the hours.. 
 
 How tender is Thy hand 
 
 How vain is all beneath the skies 
 
 How welcome was the call 
 
 bless the Christ of God 
 
 did thee wrong, my God 
 
 give immortal praise 
 
 heard the voice of Jesus say 
 
 know no life divided 
 
 know that my Redeemer lives, And. 
 know that my Redeemer lives, What 
 '11 praise my Maker with my breath.. 
 
 long to behold Him arrayed 
 
 love the volumes of Thy word 
 
 love Thy kingdom, Lord 
 
 love to steal awhile away 
 
 love to tell the story 
 
 'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger. . . . 
 
 'm not ashamed to own my Lord. 
 
 need Thee, precious Jesus 
 
 once was a stranger to grace and to. 
 
 say to all men far and near 
 
 sec the crowd in Pilate's hall 
 
 send the joys of earth away 
 
 sing the almighty power of God 
 
 thirst, but not as once I did 
 
 've found the pearl of greatest price. 
 
 want a principle within 
 
 was a wandering sheep 
 
 will love Thee, all my treasure 
 
 will praise Thee every day 
 
 worship Thee, sweet will of God. . . . 
 would love Thee, God and Father.: 
 would not live alway : I ask not to. . . 
 
 f human kindness meets return 
 
 n all my Lord's appointed ways 
 
 n all my vast concerns with Thee. . . . 
 
 n Christ I've all my soul's desire 
 
 n evil long I took delight 
 
 n expectation sweet 
 
 1049 
 
 394 
 901 
 914 
 820 
 
 5oi 
 988 
 
 205 
 
 1270 
 
 581 
 
 774 
 1265 
 1 168 
 
 506 
 768 
 37 
 599 
 760 
 
 319 
 
 282 
 
 4 
 733 
 386 
 
 835 
 1231 
 1093 
 1218 
 
 623 
 
 757 
 711 
 274 
 227 
 553 
 133 
 703 
 5-7 
 746 
 
 539 
 545 
 579 
 126 
 
 547 
 1285 
 904 
 626 
 94 
 574 
 256 
 
 n heavenly love abiding 
 
 n love, the Father's sinless Child. . . 
 
 n prayer together let us fall 
 
 n sleep's serene oblivion laid 
 
 n stature grows the Heavenly Child. 
 
 n the Christian's home in glory 
 
 n the cross of Christ I glory 
 
 n the dark and cloudy day 
 
 n the vineyard of our Father 
 
 n Thee I put my steadfast trust 
 
 n this calm, impressive hour 
 
 n Thy name, O Lord, assembling.. 
 
 n time of tribulation 
 
 n us the hope of glory 
 
 ndulgent Sovereign of the skies. 
 
 nfinite excellence is Thine 
 
 nspirer and hearer of prayer 
 
 s this the kind return 
 
 s this the Son of God 
 
 t came upon the midnight clear. . . . 
 
 t is not death to die 
 
 t is Thy hand, my God 
 
 EHOVAH, God, Thy gracious power, 
 ehovah reigns; He dwells in light. . . 
 ehovah reigns; His throne is high. . 
 
 erusalem, my happy home 
 
 erusalem the glorious 
 
 erusalem the golden 
 
 esus, and shall it ever be 
 
 esus, be near us when we wake 
 
 esus, blessed Mediator 
 
 esus came, the heavens adoring. 
 
 esus, cast a look on me 
 
 esus Christ is risen to-day 
 
 esus Christ, my Lord and Saviour.. 
 
 esus, full of all compassion 
 
 esus, grant me this, I pray 
 
 esus, how sweet Thy memory is. . . . 
 
 esus, I live to Thee 
 
 esus, I love Thee evermore , 
 
 esus, I love Thy charming name. . . . 
 
 esus, I my cross have taken 
 
 esus is the Name we treasure 
 
 esus, Lord of Life eternal 
 
 esus, Lover of my soul 
 
 esus, Master, whose I am 
 
 esus, my All, to Heaven is gone 
 
 esus, my heart within me burns 
 
 esus, my Lord, attend 
 
 401 
 
 HYMN. 
 
 759 
 216 
 
 1161 
 
 1204 
 197 
 
 1408 
 612 
 792 
 
 1 192 
 782 
 
 i-47 
 962 
 641 
 
 1342 
 1058 
 
 3°3 
 
 1210 
 
 460 
 
 541 
 158 
 
 776 
 
 130 
 
 108 
 106 
 1372 
 1378 
 U77 
 616 
 1208 
 
 1394 
 182 
 796 
 261 
 
 1 188 
 492 
 883 
 572 
 721 
 577 
 563 
 610 
 546 
 
 309 
 676 
 
 592 
 
 554 
 560 
 696 
 
402 
 
 INDEX OF FIRCT LINES. 
 
 esus, my Lord, how rich Thy grace. . 1045 
 
 esus, my Lord, my chief Delight. — 700 
 
 esus, my Lord, my God 804 
 
 esus, my Lord, my God, my all 568 
 
 esus, my Saviour, look on me 1220 
 
 esus, my Strength, my Hope 751 
 
 esus, my Truth, my Way 752 
 
 esus, Name all names above 491 
 
 esus, once for sinners slain 900 
 
 esus, one word from Thee 697 
 
 esus, our best beloved Friend 620 
 
 esus shall reign where'er the sun. ... 1 1 15 
 
 esus spreads His banner o'er us 907 
 
 esus, still les.d on 669 
 
 esus, Sun of righteousness 957 
 
 esus, tender Shepherd, hear me 1 1S7 
 
 esus, the Christ of God 236 
 
 esus, the Name high over all 505 
 
 esus, the sinner's Friend, to Thee. . . 469 
 
 esus, the very thought of Thee 564 
 
 esus, these eyes have never seen 530 
 
 esus, Thou art my Righteousness... 485 
 
 esus, Thou art the sinner's Friend- . . 457 
 
 esus, Thou joy of loving hearts 888 
 
 esus, Thy boundless love to me 571 
 
 esus, transporting sound 495 
 
 esus, the Conqueror, reigns 279 
 
 esus, we bow before Thy throne 1 1 1 7 
 
 esus, we look to Thee 755 
 
 esus, where'er Thy people meet 1002 
 
 esus, who can be 670 
 
 oin all the glorious names 514 
 
 oin, all ye servants of the Lord 387 
 
 oy to the world, the Lord is come 156 
 
 oyful be the hours to-day 982 
 
 oyfully, joyfully onward I move 1387 
 
 ust as I am, without one plea 496 
 
 ust as Thou art, without one trace. . . 497 
 
 •Ceep silence, all created things 115 
 
 Cingdoms and thrones to God belong. 49 
 
 LADEN with guilt, and full of fears. . . 392 
 
 Lamb of God, whose bleeding love.. . 892 
 
 Lamp of our feet, whereby we trace. . 401 
 
 Lead, kindly Light, amid th' encircling 668 
 
 Lead on, almighty Lord 629 
 
 Lead us, heavenly Father, lead us. . . . iS 
 
 Let all the heathen writers join 400 
 
 Let all the just, to God with joy 114 
 
 Let children hear the mighty deeds... 1158 
 
 Let every creature join 59 
 
 Let every heart exulting beat 214 
 
 Let every mortal ear attend 446 
 
 Let me go, the day is breaking. 1287 
 
 Let songs of praises fill the sky 344 
 
 Let the world their virtue boast 584 
 
 Let them neglect Thy glory, Lord . 28 
 
 Let us awake our joys 291 
 
 Let us sing, with one accord 1 186 
 
 Let us, with a gladsome mind 81 
 
 Let worldly minds the world pursue. . 529 
 
 Let Zion and her sons rejoice 1 109 
 
 Let Zion's watchmen all awake 859 
 
 Life is a span, a fleeting hour 1300 
 
 jLife is the time to serve the Lord 421 
 
 Lift up your heads, eternal gates 300 
 
 Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates. . 152 
 
 Lift your eyes of faith, and see 1369 
 
 Lift your heads, ye friends of Jesus.. . 1 131 
 
 Light of the lonely pilgrim's heart. . . 1077 
 
 Tight of those whose dreary dwelling. 346 
 
 I Like Noah's weary dove 444 
 
 \ Like sheep we went astray 235 
 
 Little travellers Z ion-ward 11 84 
 
 ! Lo, God is here; let us adore 997 
 
 Lo, God, our God, has come 177 
 
 Lo, He comes, with clouds descending 1340 
 
 Lo, He cometh: countless trumpets. . 133S 
 
 Lo, I behold the scattering shades 1360 
 
 Lo, on a narrow neck of land 1345 
 
 Lo, the prisoner is released 1320 
 
 Lo, what a glorious sight appears. . . . 1359 
 
 Look down, O Lcrd, with pitying eye 1062 
 
 Look from Thy sphere of endless day 1064 
 
 Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious. . 305 
 
 Lord, as to Thy dear cross we flee 624 
 
 J Lord, at Thy feet a sinner lies 452 
 
 Lord, dismiss us with Thy blessing. . . 963 
 
 ;Lord, forever at Thy side 1 1S5 
 
 Lord God of morning and of night 1205 
 
 J Lord God, the Holy Ghost 349 
 
 Lord God, we worship Thee 1 1 50 
 
 Lord, I am Thine, entirely Thine.... 874 
 
 Lord, I am vile, conceived in sin 467 
 
 Lord, I have made Thy word my 393 
 
 Lord, I hear of showers of blessings. . 487 
 
 Lord, I know Thy grace is nigh me.. 518 
 
 Lord, I was blind ! I could not see. . . 556 
 
 Lord, in the morning Thou shalt hear 972 
 
INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 HYMN 
 
 Lord, in this Thy mercy's day 224 
 
 Lord, in Thy Name Thy servants 1253 
 
 Lord, it belongs not to my care 1276 
 
 Lord Jesus, are we one with Thee. . . . 597 
 
 Lord Jesus, by Thy passion 758 
 
 Lord Jesus, when we stand afar 243 
 
 Lord, lead the way the Saviour went. 1046 
 
 Lord, let me know mine end 1 269 
 
 Lord, now we part in Thy blest name. 1014 
 
 Lord of all being ; throned afar 64 
 
 Lord of all power and might 10S5 
 
 Lord of glory, who hast bought us. . . 1052 
 
 Lord of hosts, how bright, how fair 983 
 
 Lord of hosts, to Thee we raise 1035 
 
 Lord of mercy and of might 793 
 
 Lord of the harvest, hear 855 
 
 Lord of the Sabbath, hear our vows. . 1012 
 
 Lord of the worlds above 950 
 
 Lord, Thou art my Rock of strength. 679 
 
 Lord, Thou hast searched and seen me 95 
 
 Lord, Thou hast taught our hearts to. 860 
 
 Lord, Thou hast won, at length I yield. 522 
 
 Lord, Thou wilt bring the joyful day. . 1401 
 
 Lord, Thou wilt hear me when I pray. 1234 
 
 Lord, Thy Church hath seen Thee rise 281 
 
 Lord, we come before Thee now 981 
 
 Lord,with glowing heart I'd praise Thee 535 
 
 Loud hallelujahs to the Lord 51 
 
 Love Divine, all love excelling 347 
 
 Lowly and solemn be 13 16 
 
 Majestic sweetness sits enthroned 561 j 
 
 Make haste, O man, to live 1 268 
 
 Maker of earth, to Thee alone 1364 
 
 Many woes had Christ endured 223 
 
 Mary to her Saviour's tomb 270 
 
 Meet and right it is to sing *. 22 
 
 Men of God, go take your stations — 1083 
 
 Mercy, O Thou Son of David 517 
 
 Messiah, at Thy glad approach 154 
 
 'Mid evening shadows let us all be. ... 1216 
 
 'Mid scenes of confusion and creature. 717 
 
 Mighty God, the First, the Last 33 
 
 Mighty God, while angels bless Thee. 167 
 
 Millions within Thy courts have met. . 103 1 
 
 More love to Thee, O Christ 736 
 
 Mortals, awake, with angels join 161 
 
 Much in sorrow, oft in woe 586 
 
 Must Jesus bear the cross alone. | 622 
 
 My blessed Saviour, is Thy love 595 
 
 My country, 'tis of thee 
 
 My days are gliding swiftly by 
 
 My dear Redeemer, and my Lord 
 
 My faith looks up to Thee 
 
 My former hopes are fled 
 
 My God and Father, while I stray 
 
 My God, how endless is Thy love 
 
 My God, how wonderful Thou art 
 
 My God, I love Thee : not because 
 
 My God, in whom are all the springs. 
 
 My God, is any hour so sweet 
 
 My God, my everlasting hope 
 
 I My God, my Father, blissful name 
 
 My God, my King, Thy various praise 
 
 My God, my Life, my Love 
 
 My God, my Portion, and my Love. . 
 
 My God, my reconciled God 
 
 My God, permit me not to be 
 
 My God, permit my tongue 
 
 My God, the covenant of Thy love. . . 
 My God, the Spring of all my joys. . . 
 
 My God, what monuments I see 
 
 My gracious Lord, I own Thy right. . 
 My heavenly home is bright and fair. 
 
 My Jesus, as Thou wilt 
 
 My Lord, how full of sweet content. . . 
 My Lord, my Love, was crucified. . . . 
 My precious Lord, for Thy dear Name 
 
 My Saviour and my King 
 
 My Saviour, my Almighty Friend 
 
 My soul, amid this stormy world 
 
 My soul, be on thy guard 
 
 My soul, repeat His praise 
 
 My soul, there is a country 
 
 My soul, weigh not thy life 
 
 My spirit longs for Thee 
 
 My spirit, on Thy care 
 
 My trust is in the Lord 
 
 Near the cross was Mary weeping. . . 
 
 Nearer, my God, to Thee 
 
 New every morning is the love 
 
 No change of times shall ever shock.. 
 No more, my God, I boast no more.. 
 
 No, no, it is not dying 
 
 No track is on the sunny sky 
 
 Nor eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard 
 
 Not all the blood of beasts 
 
 Not unto us, Almighty Lord 
 
 Nothing, either great or small — 
 
 403 
 
 HYMN. 
 
 I I65 
 
 1264 
 
 ZOO 
 
 728 
 
 464 
 
 77 
 596 
 
 52 
 
 12 19 
 
 1296 
 
 125 
 
 102 
 
 754 
 740 
 
 358 
 814 
 
 86 
 787 
 738 
 120 
 619 
 718 
 767 
 
 1213 
 968 
 617 
 
 •1072 
 750 
 
 I3H 
 
 630 
 
 88 
 
 1380 
 
 633 
 771 
 
 777 
 44 
 
 250 
 
 734 
 1 199 
 
 122 
 
 889 
 1302 
 
 341 
 1374 
 
 -34 
 c6 
 
 r?6 
 
404 
 
 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 HYMN - . 
 
 Now be my heart inspired to sing 313 1 
 
 Now be the Gospel banner 1 1 23 
 
 Now begin the heavenly theme 587 
 
 Now from labor and from care 124S 
 
 Now I have found a Friend 737 
 
 Now I have found the ground wherein 289 
 
 Now is the accepted time 439 
 
 Now let our cheerful eyes survey 328 
 
 Now let our souls, on wings sublime. . 1399 
 
 Now let our voices join 609 
 
 Now, my soul, thy voice upraising 254 
 
 Now thank we all our God 1 149 
 
 Now that the sun is gleaming bright. . 1209 
 Now with angels round the throne. . .34, 351 
 
 O BLESS the Lord, my soul 87 
 
 O blessed feet of Jesus 240 
 
 O blessed God, to Thee I raise 818 
 
 O blessed souls are they 511 
 
 O Bread of Life from heaven 896 
 
 O Bread to pilgrims given 895 
 
 O Christ, our hope, our hearts' deT.e 327 
 
 O Christ, our King, Creator, Lord 314 
 
 O Christ, the Lord of heaven, to Thee 31S 
 
 O city of the Lord, begin 1 106 
 
 O come, all' ye faithful, triumphantly. 162 
 
 O come, and mourn with me awhile. . 244 
 
 O come, leud anthems let us sing 103 
 
 O come to the merciful Saviour that. . 412 
 
 O come, ye sinners, to your God 433 
 
 O could I find, from day to day 689 
 
 O could I speak the matchless worth. . 5S8 
 
 O day of rest and gladness 931 
 
 O deem not they are blest alone 798 
 
 O'er the distant mountains breaking. . 1337 
 
 O'er the gloomy hills of darkness 1081 
 
 O'er the realms of pagan darkness. . . . 1080 
 
 O'crwhelmed in depths of woe 233 
 
 O for a closer walk with God 684 
 
 O for a faith that will not shrink 784 
 
 O for a glance of heavenly day 483 
 
 O for a heart to praise my God 741 
 
 O for a shout of sacred joy 299 
 
 O for a sweet inspiring ray 1398 
 
 O for a thousand tongues to sing 528 
 
 O for the death of those J 333 
 
 O for the happy hour 351 
 
 O gift of gifts ! O grace of faith 603 
 
 O God, beneath Thy guiding hand 1162 
 
 O God of Bethel, by whose hand 1 172 
 
 God of sovereign grace 1074 
 
 O God, Thy power is wonderful 75 
 
 God, we praise Thee, and confess. . 24 
 
 O God, who metest in Thy hand 1 144 
 
 O great is Jehovah, and great be His. 840 
 
 O had I, my Saviour, the wings of.. . . 1286 
 
 O happy band of pilgrims 713 
 
 O happy day, that fixed my choice. . . 872 
 
 O happy saints, who dwell in light. . . . 1396 
 
 O happy soul, that lives on high 744 
 
 O help us, Lord, each hour of need. . 790 
 
 O Holy, holy, holy Lord , 6 
 
 O Holy Spirit, Fount of love 357 
 
 O how happy are 1*. . y 521 
 
 O how I love Thy holy law 399 
 
 O how shall I receive Thee 149 
 
 O Jesus, bruised and wounded sore. . . 887 
 
 1 O Jesus Christ, grow Thou in me. . . . 567 
 j O Jesus, Jesus, dearest Lord 531 
 
 O Jesus, King most wonderful 532 
 
 O Jesus, Lord of light and grace 1202 
 
 O Jesus, sweet the tears I shed 232 
 
 O Jesus, Thou art standing 241 
 
 O Jesus, Thou the beauty art 598 
 
 I O Jesus, we adore Thee 239 
 
 I O Jesus, when I think of Thee 276 
 
 1 O Lamb of God, still keep me 642 
 
 O Lord, another day is flown 1236 
 
 O Lord, encouraged by Thy grace... 869 
 
 ' O Lord, how good, how great art Thou 1 53 
 
 ' O Lord, how happy should we be 635 
 
 • O Lord, how infinite Thy love 146 
 
 i O Lord, how joyful 'tis to see 1001 
 
 ; O Lord, I would delight in Thee 739 
 
 O Lord, impart Thyself to me 742 
 
 •O Lord most High, Eternal King . 285 
 
 ; O Lord, my best desire fulfil 788 
 
 O Lord of heaven, and earth, and sea. 1042 
 
 O Lord, our fatheis oft have told 1 157 
 
 O Lord our God, arise 1071 
 
 O Lord, our heavenly King 60 
 
 ! O Lord, Thou art my Lord 508 
 
 O Lord, Thy mercy, my sure hope — 141 
 
 JO Lord, turn not Thy face from me. . 454 
 
 ! O Lord, when we the path retrace. . . . 207 
 
 O Lord, within Thy sacred gate 1009 
 
 O Love divine, how sweet Thou art. . . 589 
 
 O Love, who formedst me to wear 886 
 
 O Master, it is good to be 212 
 
 O mean may seem this house of clay. 325 
 
INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 405 
 
 O mighty joy to all our race 316 
 
 O Mother dear, Jerusalem 1370 
 
 O Paradise, O Paradise 1415 
 
 O praise our God to-day. 1056 
 
 O render thanks to God above 100 
 
 O sacred Head, now wounded 238 
 
 O Saviour, is Thy promise fled 850 
 
 O Source divine and Life of all 65 
 
 O Spirit of the living God 1067 
 
 O sweet and blessed country 1379 
 
 O, sweetly breathe the lyres above 873 
 
 O that I could forever dwell 559 
 
 O that I knew the secret place 809 
 
 O that my load of sin were gone 468 
 
 O that the Lord's salvation 1095 
 
 O that the Lord would guide my ways 745 
 
 O the sweet wonders of that cross. . . . 890 
 
 O Thou from whom all goodness flows 762 
 
 O Thou great Ruler of the sky 1 206 
 
 O Thou, great Teacher from the skies 1047 
 
 O Thou, my soul, forget no more — . 877 
 
 O Thou that nearest prayer 826 
 
 O Thou that hear'st the prayer of faith 525 
 
 O Thou that hear'st when sinners cry. 466 
 
 O Thou to whom, in ancient time. 986 
 
 ' O Thou, to whose all-searching sight. 704 
 
 O Thou, who by a star didst guide . 193 
 
 O Thou, who driest the mourner's tear 1282 
 
 O Thou, who lov'st to send relief 1280 
 
 O Thou, who, in the olive shade 1281 
 
 O Thou, whose filmed and failing eye. 780 
 
 O Thou, whose own vast temple stands 1037 
 
 O Thou, whose tender mercy hears. . . 456 
 
 O turn ye, O turn ye, for why will ye. 413 
 
 O 'twas a joyful sound to hear 976 
 
 O Unity of Threefold Light 26 
 
 O very God of very God 1050 
 
 O what a blessed hope is ours 1406 
 
 O what, if we are Christ's 927 
 
 O what stupendous mercy shines l°44 
 
 O when shall I see Jesus 715 
 
 O, where is He that trod the sea 210 
 
 O where shall rest be found 462 
 
 O why should Israel's sons, once blest. 1060 
 
 O wondrous type, O vision fair 213 
 
 O word of God incarnate 407 
 
 O worship the King all glorious above 56 
 
 Of Him who did salvation bring 430 
 
 Oft when 'the waves cf passion rise.. . 637 
 
 On Jordan's bank the Baptist's cry. . . 203 
 
 On Jordan's rugged banks I stand 
 
 On the mountain's top appearing. . . . 
 
 On Thy Church, O Power divine 
 
 On Zion and on Lebanon 
 
 Once blind with sin and self 
 
 Once I thought my mountain strong. . 
 
 Once more, before we part 
 
 Once more, my soul, the rising day. . . 
 
 One cup of healing oil and wine 
 
 One sole baptismal sign 
 
 One sweetly solemn thought 
 
 One there is above all others 544 
 
 Onward, Christian soldiers 
 
 Open, Lord, my inward ear 
 
 Our blest Redeemer, ere he breathed. 
 
 Our Captain leads us on 
 
 Our day of praise is done 
 
 Our glorious home above 
 
 Our God, our God, Thou shinest here 
 
 Our God, our help in ages past 
 
 Our heavenly Father calls 
 
 Our heavenly Father, hear 
 
 Our journey is a thorny maze 
 
 Our Lord is risen from the dead 
 
 Our Lord, who knows full well., 
 
 Our Saviour alone, the Lord let us bless 
 
 Our souls, by love together knit 
 
 Our yet unfinished story 
 
 Out of the deep I call 
 
 Out of the depths of woe 
 
 1402 
 
 1128 
 
 959 
 
 I I IG 
 
 678 
 
 I022 
 
 I207 
 
 IO4I 
 
 829 
 
 1412 
 
 , 909 
 
 640 
 
 490 
 
 340 
 
 724 
 
 1 02 I 
 
 HI3 
 I I I I 
 
 74 
 722 
 1 1 70 
 650 
 280 
 S25 
 335 
 913 
 127 
 463 
 695 
 
 Palms of glory, raiment bright 1365 
 
 Part in peace, Christ's life was peace. 1005 
 
 Pass me not, O gentle Saviour 488 
 
 Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive. . 435 
 
 People of the living God 878 
 
 Pilgrim burdened with thy sin 879 
 
 Pleasant are Thy courts above 1003 
 
 Plunged in a gulf of dark despair 147 
 
 Pour out Thy Spirit from on high. . . . 845 
 
 Praise, Lord, for Thee in Zion waits. . 998 
 
 Praise, my soul, the King of Heaven. 537 
 
 Praise, O praise our God and King. . . 11 53 
 
 Praise on Thee in Zion's gates 69 
 
 Praise the Lord, His glories show 80 
 
 Praise the Lord, His power confess. . . 83 
 
 Praise the Lord, who reigns above. 23 
 
 Praise the Lord, ye heavens, adore. . . 53 
 
 Praise the Rock of our salvation 830 
 
 Praise- the Saviour, all ye nations 1053 
 
406 
 
 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 Hymn. 
 
 Praise to God, immortal praise 1 1 54 
 
 Praise to God, who reigns above 30 
 
 Praise to Thee, Thou great Creator.. 55 
 
 Praises to Him, whose love has given. 9 
 
 Pray, without ceasing, pray 822 
 
 Prayer is the breath of God in man. . 807 
 
 Prayer is the soul's sincere desire C08 
 
 Prostrate, dear Jesus, at Thy feet 45 1 
 
 Raise your triumphant songs 237 
 
 Rejoice, rejoice, believers 894 
 
 Rejoice, the Lord is King 338 
 
 Rejoice to-day with one accord I 
 
 Rest for the toiling hand 1335 
 
 Resting from His work to-day 258 
 
 Return, my roving heart, return 47S 
 
 Return, O God of love, return 1361 
 
 Return, O wanderer, return 43 1 
 
 Ride on, ride on in majesty ! 217 
 
 Rise, crowned with light, imperial 1 125 
 
 Rise, glorious Conqueror, rise 290 
 
 Rise, O my soul, pursue the path 920 
 
 Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings. 726 
 
 Rock of ages, cleft for me 499 
 
 Roil on, thou mighty ocean 1 1 20 
 
 Round the Lord in glory seated 15 
 
 Safe Home, safe Home in port 141 1 
 
 Safely thro' another week 953 
 
 Saints in glory, we together 553 
 
 Salvation! O the joyful sound 445 
 
 Saviour, again to Thy dear name we. 1025 
 
 Saviour, breathe an evening blessing. . 1241 
 
 Saviour, happy would I be 591 
 
 Saviour, I look to Thee 729 
 
 Saviour, like a Shepherd lead 'us 1 191 
 
 Saviour, sprinkle many nations 1078 
 
 Saviour, through the desert lead us. . . 663 
 
 Saviour, when in dust to Thee 675 
 
 Saviour, who Thy flock art feeding. . . 871 
 
 Say, sinner, hath a voice within 425 
 
 Scorn not the slightest word or deed. . 1 1S3 
 
 See, from Z ion's sacred mountain. ... 1 129 
 
 See how great a flame aspires 1098 
 
 See how He loved ! exclaimed the. ... 215 
 
 Sec, Israel's gentle Shepherd stands. . 861 
 
 See the Conqueror mounts in triumph 312 
 
 See what a living stone 939 
 
 Servant of God, well done 133 1 
 
 Servants of God, in joyful lays^^ 137 
 
 Hymn. 
 
 Shall hymns of grateful love 949 
 
 Shall man, O God of light and life. . . 1325 
 
 Shall we gather at the river 1389 
 
 Shepherd of Israel, bend Thine ear. . 846 
 
 Shepherd of Israel, from above 1 175 
 
 Shepherd of souls, refresh and bless. . 906 
 
 Shepherd of tender youth 1 193 
 
 Shepherd of Thine Israel, lead us 664 
 
 Shine on our land, Jehovah, shine 1 159 
 
 Shine on our souls, eternal Gcd 1 174 
 
 Show pity, Lord, O Lord forgive 465 
 
 Silently the shades of evening 1240 
 
 Sing of Jesus, sing forever 552 
 
 Sing to the Lord most high 952 
 
 Sing to the Lord, our Might 936 
 
 Sing to the Lord with heart and voice 1033 
 
 Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands 145 
 
 Sing we the song of those who stand. 917 
 
 Sing, ye redeemed of the Lord 627 
 
 Sinners, lift up your hearts 339 
 
 Sinners, obey the gospel word 427 
 
 Sinners, turn, why will ye die ? 416 
 
 Sinners, will you scorn the message 420 
 
 So let our lips and lives express 621 
 
 Softly fades the twilight ray 1008 
 
 Softly now the light of day 1246 
 
 Soldiers of Christ, arise 628 
 
 Soldiers of the cross, arise 1096 
 
 Something every heart is loving 548 
 
 Sometimes alight surprises 712 
 
 Songs of praise the angels sang 68 
 
 Son of God, to Thee I cry 500 
 
 Sons of men, behold from far 175 
 
 Sons of Zion, raise your songs 271 
 
 Soon as I heard my Father say .' 766 
 
 Soon may the last glad song arise 1070 
 
 Sovereign Ruler, Lord of all 473 
 
 Sovereign of worlds, display Thy 106S 
 
 Sovereign Ruler of the skies 797 
 
 Sound, sound the truth abroad 1084 
 
 Souls in heathen darkness lying 1082 
 
 Sow in the morn thy seed 853 
 
 Speak gently: it is better far 11 82 
 
 Speed Thy servants, Saviour, speed.. 1105 
 
 Spirit Divine, attend our prayers 343 
 
 Spirit, leave thy house of clay 13 18 
 
 Spirit of mercy, truth, and love 368 
 
 Spirit of power and might, behold. . . . 1075 
 
 Spirit of Truth, essential God 3S8 
 
 Spread, O spread, Thou mighty word. 391 
 
INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 407 
 
 HYMN. 
 
 Stand up, and bless the Lord 57 
 
 Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears 651 
 
 Stand up, stand up for Jesus 643 
 
 Star of peace, to wanderers weary 1 146 
 
 Stay, Thou insulted Spirit, stay 470 
 
 Still, still with Thee, my God 1226 
 
 Strangers and pilgrims here below 1 171 
 
 Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear.. 1029 
 
 Sure the blest Comforter is nigh 367 
 
 Surely Christ thy griefs hath borne. . . 248 
 
 Sweet hour of prayer 1 2 1 2 
 
 Sweet is the light of Sabbath eve 1013 
 
 Sweet is the memory of Thy grace — 131 
 Sweet is the solemn voice that calls. . . ion 
 Sweet is the work, my God, my King. 944 
 
 Sweet is the work, O Lord 935 
 
 Sweet is Thy mercy. Lord 77S 
 
 Sweet Saviour, bless us ere we go 1030 
 
 Sweet the time, exceeding sweet 882 
 
 Sweet was the time when first I felt. . . 686 
 
 Swell the anthem, raise the song 1 152 
 
 Sweet the moments.. .See Chants, page 381 
 
 Take mc, O my Father, take me 493 
 
 Take my heart, O Father, take it. — 910 
 
 Take, my soul, thy full salvation 611 
 
 Talk with me, Lord : Thyself reveal. . 743 
 
 Tarry with me, O my Saviour 1242 
 
 Teach me, my God and King 753 
 
 Ten thousand times ten thousand 138 1 
 
 Tender Shepherd, Thou hast stilled. . 1303 
 Thank and praise Jehovah's name — 35 
 That day of wrath, that dreadful day. 1350 
 That fearful day, that day of dread. . . 1352 I 
 
 That we might walk with God 353 
 
 Th' atoning work is done 268 
 
 The billows swell, the winds are high. 800 
 
 The bird let loose in Eastern skies 811 
 
 The Church has waited long 1356 
 
 The Church's one foundation 929 j 
 
 The dawn is sprinkling in the east. . . . 1203 ; 
 The day is past and gone, Great God. 1230 
 The day is past and gone, The evening 1228 
 
 The day, O Lord, is spent 1020 
 
 The day of rest once more comes round 993 
 
 The day of resurrection .' . . . 933 
 
 The eternal gates lift up their heads. . 301 
 The festal morn, my God, is come — 994 
 The floods, O Lord, lift up their voice 109 
 The gentle Saviour calls 8701 
 
 HYMN. 
 
 The God of Abrah'm praise 13^6 
 
 The God of harvest praise 1 107 
 
 The goodly land I see 1385 
 
 The happy morn is come 267 
 
 The harvest dawn is near 857 
 
 The head that once was crowned with 302 
 
 The heavens declare Thy glory, Lord. 403 
 
 The hour is come ; the feast is spread. 902 
 
 The hour of my departure's come 1291 
 
 The long-expected morn 178 
 
 The Lord descended from above 12S 
 
 The Lord Himself doth condescend.. 661 
 
 The Lord Himself, the mighty Lord. . 132 
 
 The Lord, how wondrous are His ways 135 
 
 The Lord is King: lift up thy voice. . 1 10 
 
 The Lord is my Shepherd, no want.. 710 
 
 The Lord is risen indeed 277 
 
 The Lord Jehovah reigns, And royal. 45 
 
 The Lord Jehovah reigns, His throne. 41 
 
 The Lord my pasture shall prepare ... 98 
 
 The Lord my Shepherd is 84 
 
 The Lord of glory is my light 974 
 
 The Lord of Might from Sinai's brow. 1348 
 
 The Lord on high ascends 298 
 
 The Lord our God is full of might 113 
 
 The Lord our God is Lord of all 92 
 
 The Lord will come, the earth shall. . 135 1 
 
 The morning dawns upon the place.. 222 
 
 The morning light is breaking 1 132 
 
 The morning purples all the sky 273 
 
 The peace which God alone reveals.. . 943 
 
 The people of His choice 693 
 
 The perfect world, by Adam trod 1034 
 
 The pity of the Lord 89 
 
 The praying spirit breathe S24 
 
 The Prince of salvation in triumph is 11 24 
 
 The promises I sing 42 
 
 The race that long in darkness pined. 157 
 
 The roseate hues of early dawn 13 15 
 
 The royal banner is unfurled 502 
 
 The Saviour calls, let every ear 447 
 
 The Saviour ! O what endless charms. 503 
 
 The seeds, which piety and love 1048 
 
 The Son of God goes forth to war 649 
 
 The spacious firmament on high 63 
 
 The Spirit breathes upon the word — 395 
 
 The Spirit in our hearts 442 
 
 The starry firmament on high 406 
 
 The triumphs of the martyred saints. 1363 
 
408 
 
 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 The twilight foils, the night is near. . . 1233 
 
 The voice of free grace cries, Escape. 411 
 
 The wanderer no more will roam 498 
 
 The winds were howling o'er the deeps 209 
 
 The world can neither give nor take. . 781 
 
 The world is very evil 1 344 
 
 Thee to laud in songs divine 980 
 
 Thee we adore, eternal Lord 5 
 
 Thee we adore, Eternal Name 1250 
 
 Thee will I love, my Strength, and — 570 
 
 There is a blessed home. .' 769 
 
 There is a book, who runs may read. . 398 
 
 There is a fold whence none can stray 1373 
 
 There is a fountain filled with blood. . 501 
 
 There is a glorious world of light.. — 1 180 
 
 There is a green hill far away 1 179 
 
 There is a land of pure delight 1405 
 
 There is a little lonely fold 1 178 
 
 There is a safe and secret place 765 
 
 There is an eye that never sleeps 812 
 
 There is an hour of hallowed peace. . . 1383 
 
 There is an hour of peaceful rest 1382 
 
 They pray the best who pray and watch 819 
 
 They whose course on earth is o'er. . . 922 
 
 Thine forever ! — God of Love 880 
 
 Thine, Lord, is wisdom, Thine alone. 140 
 
 Thine arm, O Lord, in days of old — 211 
 
 Think, O ye, who fondly languish. — 1305 
 
 Think well how Jesus trusts Himself. . 594 
 
 This is not my place of resting 1409 
 
 This is the day of toil 659 
 
 This is the day the Lord hath made. . . 969 
 
 This place is holy ground 13 10 
 
 This stone to Thee in faith we lay. . . . 1032 
 
 Those whom many a land divides. — 923 
 
 Thou art gone to the grave 1327 
 
 Thou art gone up on high 278 
 
 Thou art, O God, the life and light. . . 66 
 
 Thou art the Way: to Thee alone... 304 
 
 Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb. . . 562 
 
 Thou hidden Source of calm repose.. 569 
 
 Thou Judge of quick and dead 1353 
 
 Thou Lord of all above 461 
 
 Thou. O Christ, art all I want 677 
 
 Thou who art enthroned above 1004 
 
 Thou who didst on Calvary bleed. . . . 474 
 
 Thou who like the wind dost come — 378 
 
 Thou who roll'st the year around 1262 
 
 Thou, whose almighty Word 3 
 
 [Though now the nations sits beneath. 
 
 i Three in One, and One in Three 
 
 Throned high is Jesus now 
 
 Through all the changing scenes of life 
 
 j Through endless years, Thou art the. 
 
 Through sorrow's night and danger's. 
 
 Through the love of God our Saviour. 
 
 Through the night of doubt and 
 
 Thus far the Lord has led me on 
 
 Thy glory, Lord, the heavens declare. 
 
 1 Thy holy day's returning 
 
 Thy loving-kindness, Lord, I sing. . . . 
 
 Thy name, Almighty Lord 
 
 Thy way is in the deep, O Lord 
 
 Thy way, not mine, O Lord 
 
 Thy way, O God, is in the sea 
 
 Thy works, not mine, O Christ 
 
 Till He come, O let the words 
 
 Time is winging us away 
 
 Time, thou speedest on but slowly. . . . 
 
 'Tis a pleasant thing to see 
 
 'Tis by the faith of joys to come 
 
 'Tis by Thy strength the mountains. . 
 "'Tis finished !" so the Saviour cried. 
 
 'Tis heaven begun below 
 
 'Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow.. 
 
 'Tis my happiness below 
 
 'Tis thus in solitude I roam 
 
 To Calvary, Lord, in spirit now 
 
 To Christ, the Prince of peace 
 
 To-day the Saviour calls 
 
 To God be glory, peace on earth 
 
 To God I cried when troubles rose. 
 
 To God the only wise 
 
 To heaven I lift my waiting eyes 
 
 To Him that chose us first 
 
 To Jesus, the Crown of my hope 
 
 To-morrow, Lord, is Thine 
 
 To spend one sacred day 
 
 To Thee be glory, honor, praise 
 
 To Thee, my God and Saviour 
 
 To Thee, my God, whose presence nils 
 To Thee, my Shepherd and my Lord. 
 
 To Thee. O dear, dear Saviour 
 
 To Thee, O God, we raise 
 
 To Thy pastures fair and large 
 
 To Thy temple I repair 
 
 Tossed upon life's raging billow 
 
 Tossed with rough winds, and faint. . . 
 
 1 103 
 1028 
 
 -97 
 142 
 
 73 
 
 1273 
 
 672 
 
 911 
 
 1223 
 
 67 
 
 932 
 
 576 
 
 1023 
 
 789 
 
 770 
 
 117 
 
 516 
 
 897 
 
 727 
 
 1392 
 924 
 656 
 1252 
 246 
 961 
 220 
 647 
 815 
 229 
 608 
 414 
 
 25 
 699 
 
 62 
 786 
 
 38 
 
 732 
 1267 
 
 951 
 218 
 
 714 
 783 
 565 
 716 
 1151 
 82 
 978 
 
 1 147 
 708 
 
INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 HYMN. 
 
 Trembling before Thine awful Throne 557 
 
 Triumphant Zion, lift Thy head 1 116 
 
 'Twas by an order from the Lord 404 
 
 'Twas on that dark, that doleful night 884 
 
 Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb 1324 
 
 Up to the hills I lift mine eyes 1 iS 
 
 Uphold me, Lord, too prone to stray. 654 
 
 Uplift the blood-red banner 1094 
 
 Upward I lift mine eyes 43 
 
 Vain, delusive world, adieu 583 
 
 Vainly through night's weary hours. . 1238 
 
 Wait, O my soul, thy Maker's will. . 123 
 
 Wake the song of jubilee 1 140 
 
 Watchman, tell us of the night 174 
 
 We are little Christian children 1 189 
 
 We are living, we are dwelling 1092 
 
 We are on our journey home 1410 
 
 We bid thee welcome, in the name. . . 848 
 
 We did not see Thee lifted high 288 
 
 We give Thee but Thine own 1055 
 
 We have a house above. .- .-. 1336 
 
 We lift our hearts to Thee 1225 
 
 We long to move and breathe in Thee 863 
 
 We're bound for yonder land 694 
 
 We sing His love who once was slain. 1326 
 
 We sing the praise of Him who died. 618 
 
 We speak of the realms of the blest. . 731 
 
 We've no abiding city here 657 
 
 Welcome, delightful morn 947 
 
 Welcome, sweet day, of days the best. 995 
 
 Welcome, sweet day of rest 934 
 
 Welcome, Thou victor in the strife. . . 294 
 
 Welcome, welcome, dear Redeemer. . 538 
 
 What a strange and wondrous story. . 1190 
 
 What are these arrayed in white 1368 
 
 What are these in bright array 1366 
 
 What arc those soul-reviving strains. . 219 
 
 What equal honors shall we bring 315 
 
 What grace, O Lord, and beauty shone 208 
 
 What is life ? 'T is but a vapor 1288 
 
 What secret place, what distant star. . » 19 
 
 What shall I render to my God 7S5 
 
 What sinners value, I resign 1400 
 
 What star is this, with beams so bright 186 
 
 What, though my frail eye-lids refuse. 121 1 
 
 What various hindrances we meet. . . . 816 
 26 
 
 409 
 
 HYMN. 
 
 When all Thy mercies, my God 90 
 
 When bending o'er the brink of life. . 1274 
 
 When gathering clouds around I view 801 
 
 When God of old came down from. . . 342 
 
 When God revealed His gracious name 602 
 
 When His salvation bringing 1 195 
 
 When I can read my title clear 1403 
 
 When I survey the wondrous cross 245 
 
 When I view my Saviour bleeding 534 
 
 When in the hour of lonely woe 802 
 
 When Israel of the Lord beloved 119 
 
 When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay 1038 
 
 When Jesus left His Father's throne. . 1 177 
 
 When Jordan hushed his waters still. . 185 
 
 When languor and disease invade. . . . 1279 
 
 When like a stranger on our sphere. . 204 
 
 When marshalled on the nightly plain 187 
 
 When, O dear Jesus, when shall I . 1019 
 
 When on Sinai's top I see 249 
 
 When our heads are bowed with woe. 791 
 
 When rising from the bed of death. . . 1275 
 
 When shall I hear the inward voice.. 385 
 
 When shall the voice of singing 1121 
 
 When sins and fears prevailing rise. . . 698 
 
 When, streaming from the eastern skies 99 
 
 When the worn spirit wants repose. . . 967 
 
 When this passing world is done 681 
 
 When Thou, my righteous Judge,... 1346 
 
 When thro' the torn sail the wild 1 145 
 
 When we, our wearied limbs to rest. . 1059 
 
 When with a mind devoutly pressed. . 524 
 
 When wounded sore the stricken soul. 453 
 
 Where high the heavenly temple stands 3 1 7 
 
 Where is my God? does He retire. ... 817 
 
 Where two or three, with sweet accord 989 
 
 While I to grief my soul gave way. . . 1063 
 
 While in sweet communion feeding. . . 90S 
 
 While life prolongs its precious light.. 423 
 
 While my Redeemer's near 85 
 
 While o'er our guilty land, O Lord. . . 1 160 
 
 While o'er the deep Thy servants sail. 1143 
 
 While on the verge of life I stand. . . . 1290 
 
 While shepherds watched their flocks. 160 
 
 While Thee I seek, protecting Power. 124 
 
 While Thou, O my God, art my Helper 1328 
 
 While with ceaseless course the sun. . 1261 
 
 Who are these like stars appearing. . . 1395 
 
 Who are these that come from far. ... 1 137 
 
 Who but Thou, almighty Spirit 1 130 
 
4io 
 
 INDEX OP FIRST LINES. 
 
 Who can forbear to sing 540 
 
 Who, O Lord, when life is o'er 1309 
 
 Who shall the Lord's elect condemn?. 701 
 
 Why do we mourn departing friends. . 1321 
 
 Why is my heart so far from Thee . . . 688 
 
 Why, on the bending willows hung. . . 1065 
 
 Why should I murmur or repine 799 
 
 Why should our tears in sorrow flow. . 1298 
 
 Why should the children of a King. . 355 
 
 Why should we start and fear to die?. 1289 
 
 Why will ye waste on trifling cares. . . 422 
 
 With broken heart and contrite sigh. . 481 
 
 With ecstacy of joy 827 
 
 With glory clad, with strength arrayed 101 
 
 With joy I see a thousand charms. ... 1 301 
 
 With joy we hail the sacred day 970 
 
 With joy we meditate the grace 320 
 
 With one consent, let all the earth. . . 47 
 
 With rev'rence let the saints appear. . 93 
 
 With songs and honors sounding loud 1254 
 
 With tearful eyes I look around 707 
 
 Witness, ye men and angels, now. . . . 864 
 
 Workman of God, O lose not heart.. 105 1 
 
 Wrecked and struggling in mid-ocean 1148 
 
 Wretched, helpless, and distrest 489 
 
 Ye angels, who stand round the throne 
 
 Ye boundless realms of joy 
 
 Ye choirs of new Jerusalem 
 
 \ Ye Christian heralds, go, proclaim. . . 
 Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell. 
 
 Ye messengers of Christ 
 
 Ye mourning saints, whose streaming 
 Ye nations round the earth, rejoice. . . 
 
 Ye servants of God, your Master 
 
 Ye servants of the Lord 
 
 Ye that in His courts are found 
 
 Ye that pass by, behold the Man 
 
 Ye trembling captives, hear 
 
 Ye tribes of Adam, join 
 
 Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor. . 
 
 Yes, for me, for me He careth 
 
 Yes, He knows the way is dreary 
 
 Yes, my native land, I love thee 
 
 Yes, the Redeemer rose 
 
 Yes, we trust the day is breaking 
 
 Your harps, ye trembling saints 
 
 HYMX. 
 
 39 
 
 -75 
 
 1100 
 
 1312 
 
 856 
 
 1299 
 
 107 
 
 334 
 854 
 409 
 242 
 
 438 
 
 40 
 
 448 
 666 
 615 
 
 1 104 
 266 
 
 1079 
 691 
 
 Zion, awake, thy strength renew 1 102 
 
 Zion's Daughter, weep no more 225 
 
 Zion stands by hills surrounded 834. 
 
 Tnd 
 
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 PAGE. 
 
 As the hart panteth after the water .... 377 
 
 Baptismal Chant 381 
 
 Be Thou exalted, O God, above the ... . 378 
 
 Blessed be the Lord God of Israel 373 
 
 Glory be to God on high 373 
 
 Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, 372 
 
 Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, 373 
 
 Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, 375 
 
 God be merciful unto us, and bless us. . 374 
 
 God is our refuge and strength 377 
 
 Have mercy upon me, O God 377 
 
 Holy, holy, holy, Lord God of Sabbaoth, 380 
 
 How amiable are Thy tabernacles. . . . 379 
 
 It is a good thing to give thanks unto . . 374 
 
 I was glad when they said unto me. ... 371 
 
 Chants. 
 
 PAGE. 
 
 Lord, Thou hast been our dwelling. . . . 379 
 
 My soul doth magnify the Lord. 374 
 
 O be joyful in the Lord, all ye lands .... 372 
 
 O come, let us sing unto the Lord 371 
 
 O God, Thou art my God 378 
 
 O Lord, our Lord, how excellent is Thy 375 
 
 O sing unto the Lord a new song 373 
 
 O sing unto the Lord a new song 380 
 
 Praise the Lord, O my soul 375 
 
 The earth is the Lord's, and the fulness 376 
 
 The heavens declare the glory of God . . . 376 
 
 The Lord is my Shepherd ; I shall not 376 
 
 " Thy will be done !" 380 
 
 We praise Thee, O God 372 
 
 Then will I sprinkle clean water ...... 38 1 
 
J 
 
 NDEX OF 
 
 A 
 
 TT 
 
 UTHOI^S OF TTYMNS. 
 
 Adams, Rev. Nehemiah, 440. 
 
 Adams, Mrs. Sarah Flower, 734, 1005. 
 
 Addison, Joseph, 63, 90, 98, 1275. 
 
 Adolphus, Gustavus, 634. 
 
 Alderson, Mrs., 1052. 
 
 Alexander, Mrs. Cecil Frances, 301, 453, 887, 1082, 
 
 1179, 11S0, 1315. 
 Alexander, Rev. James Waddell, 238, 250, 572. 
 Albinus, Rev. Johann Georg, 1392. 
 Alford, Rev. Henry, 639, 921, 1155, 1381. 
 Allen, G. N., 622. 
 Allen, Rev. James, 292. 
 Allen, Rev. Jonathan, 420. 
 Ambrose of Milan, 273, 285, 298, 316, 1202, 1244. 
 Ambrosian, 327, 1203, 1208. 
 Anatolius of Constantinople, 673. 
 Anstice, Prof. Joseph, 635, 1249. 
 Auber, Miss Harriet, 146, 172, 192, 340, 387, 935, 939, 
 
 970, 1139, 1238. 
 Austin, John, 507. 
 
 Aveling, Rev. Thomas William, 912. 
 A., S., 262. 
 
 Bache, Mrs. Sarah, 215. 
 
 Bacon, Rev. Leonard, 1103, 1140, 1162, 1232. 
 
 Bahnmaisr, Rev. Jonathan Frederic, 391. 
 
 Baker, Rev. Francis, 1370. 
 
 Baker, Rev. Sir Henry Williams, i, 10, 29, 225, 254, 
 
 463, 537, 769, 8S3, 927, 999, 1056, 1153, 1161, 1168. 
 Bakewell, Rev. John, 310. 
 Ball, William, 332. 
 Bancroft, Mrs. Charitie Lees, 1196. 
 Bancroft, Rev. James Henry, 1307. 
 Uarbauld, Mrs. Anna Laetitia, 415, 653, 971, 1154, 1293. 
 Barton, Bernard, 401. 
 Bateman, Rev. Christian Henry, 551. 
 Bathcrst, Rev. Wm. Hiley, 475, 784, 1138, 1175, 1298. 
 Baxter, Rev. Richard, 1276. 
 Beddome, Rev. Benjamin, 123, 350, 353. 364, 403, 459, 461, 
 
 486, 508, 700, 807, 844, 864, 1118, 135s. 
 Beecher. Rev. Charles, 1410. 
 Beman, Rev. Nathan Sidney Smith, 1117, 1339. 
 Benedict, Erastus Cornelius, 577. 
 Bennett, Henry, 674. 
 Benson, Rfv. Richard Meux, 30. 
 
 Bernard of Clairvaux, 238, 430, 532, 564, 572, 598, 888. 
 Bernard of Clunv. 1344, 1375, 1376, 1377, 1378, 1379. 
 Berridge, Rev. John, 796, 1396. 
 
 Bethune, Rev. Geo. Washington, 276, 351, 1147, 1332. 
 Bickersteth, Rev. Edward Henry, 897, 902. 
 Blacklock, Rev. Thomas, 112. 
 Blew, Rev. William John, 1230. 
 Boden, Rev. James, 293. 
 Boehm, Rev. Anthony Wilhelm, 430. 
 Uonar, Rev. Horatius, 9, 16, 177, 216, 227, 236, 251, 269, 
 
 506, 516, 539, 599, 601, 659, 666, 763, 768, 770, 839, 1039, 
 
 1245, 1260, 1268, 1335, 1356, 135S, 1409. 
 Bonar, Mrs. Horatius, 735. 
 
 Borthwick, Miss Jane, 477, 545, 669, 767, ! 94, 930, 937. 
 Bowring, Sir John, 54, 174, 205, 612. 
 Boyce, Samuel, 438. 
 Breviary, Le Mans, 29. 
 Breviary, Paris, 1209. 
 Breviary, Roman, 225, 233, 255, 60S, 899. 
 Breviary, Sarum, 213. 
 Brewer, Rnv. Jehoida, 535. 
 Bridges, Mathew, 290, 296. 
 
 Briggs' Collection, 443. 
 
 Browne, Rev. Moses, 524. 
 
 Brown, Mrs. Phcebe Hinsdale, 820, 1231. 
 
 Browne, Rev. Simon, 366, 452, 995, 1016. 
 
 Bruce, Michael, 154, 317, 1106, 1107, 1172, 1291, 1297, 1323 
 
 Bryant, William Cullen, 798, 1037, 1064. 
 
 Bulfinch, Rev. Stephen Greenleaf, 938. 
 
 Burder, Rev. George, 882. 
 
 Burder's Collection, 365. 
 
 Burdsall, Rev. Richard, 411. 
 
 Burgess, Bp. George, 109, 857, 1143. 
 
 Burnham, Rev. Richard, 457. 
 
 Burns, Rev. James Drummond, 474, 1226. 
 
 Burton, John, 826. 
 
 Burton, John, 389, 727. 
 
 Buttress, John, 402. 
 
 Byrom, John, 771, 772, 
 
 C, 218. 
 
 Cameron, Rev. William, 1404. 
 
 Campbell, Robert, 275, 371, 899. 
 
 Campbell, Thomas, 185. 
 
 Carlyle, Thomas, 842. 
 
 Cary, Miss Alice, 1278. 
 
 Cary, Miss Phcebe, 1412. 
 
 Caswall, Rev. Edward, 162, 169, 233, 253, 362, 382, 5321 
 
 564, 596, 598, 608, 1203, 1208, 1243. 
 Cawood, Rev. John, 164, 1090. 
 Cennick, Rev. John, 335, 554, 562, 585, 1019, 1338. 
 Chambers, Rev. John David, 214. 
 Chandler, Rev. John, 186, 197, 203, 3*7, 502, 828, 1001, 
 
 1202, 1393. 
 Chapman, Robert Cleaver, 1314. 
 Charles, Mrs. Elizabeth, 316, 708. 
 Cheever, Rev. George Barrell, 576. 
 Chorley, Henry Fothergill, 1163. 
 Christian Magazine, 574. 
 Clarke, Rev. James Freeman, 1173. 
 Clement of Alexandria, 1193. 
 Cleveland, Benjamin, 689. 
 Codner, Mrs. Elizabeth, 487. 
 Coffin, Prof. Charles, 186, 203, 357, 999, 1364. 
 Collins, Rev. Henry, 568. 
 
 Collyer, Rev. Wm. Bf.ngo, 424, 431, 1114, 1274,1305,1347. 
 conder, josiah, 34, 69, 7s, iio, 664, 795, 802, 898, 1394. 
 Cook, Rev. Russell Stukgis, 497. 
 Cooper, John, 8. 
 Cosin, Bp. John, 380. 
 
 Cotterill, Rev. Thomas, 5, 344, 361, 405, 10S0. 
 Cowper, William, 116, 148, 395, 464, 501, 579, 647, 684, 
 
 703, 706, 712, 732, 788, 8oo, 810, 816, 881, 1002, 1213. 
 Cox, C C, 1240. 
 
 Cox, Miss Frances Elizabeth, 580, 1395. 
 Coxe, Bp. Arthur Cleveland, 206, 1078, 1092. 
 Crabbe, Rev. George, 879. 
 Croswell, Rf.v. William, 1046. 
 Cummins, Rev. James J., 949. 
 Cunningham, Rev. John William, 247, 945. 
 
 Dale, Rev. Thomas, 1283. 
 
 Dana, Mrs. Mary S. B., 1218. 
 
 Davies, Rev. Samuel, 381, 874, 1160. 
 
 Deck, James George, 207, 597, 642, 776. 
 
 De Fleury, Miss Maria, 730. 
 
 Denham, Rev. David, 717. 
 
 Denny, Sir Edward, 199, 208, 229, 337, 90', 1077, 136a. 
 
 Dexter, Rev. Henry Martyn, 1193. 
 
 (411) 
 
412 
 
 Index of Authors of Hymns. 
 
 Dickson, Rev. David, 1370. 
 
 Dix, William Chatterton, 190. 
 
 Doane, Br. George Washington, 304, 1101, 1246. 
 
 Dobell, John, 439. 
 
 Dobell's Collection, 574, 947, 948. 
 
 Doddridge, Rev. Philip, 42, in, 143, 155, 194, 266, 328, 
 356, 422, 478, 515. 563, 593, 604, 609, 619, 627, 648, 720, 
 722, 773, 787, 827,846,847,849,854,859,861,872,1012, 
 1045, 1048, 105S, 1061, 1062, 1088, 1116, 1172, 1174,1251, 
 1256, 1257, 1267, 1270, 1290, 1299, 1301, 1312, 1354. 
 
 Downton, Rev. Henrv, 1263. 
 
 Dracup, Rev. John, 1014. 
 
 Drummond, Rev. D. T. K., 1413. 
 
 Dsoimoxd, Rev. William Hamilton, 1041. 
 
 Dryden, John, 384. 
 
 Duffield, Rev. George, Jr., 590, 643. 
 
 Duncan, Mrs. Mary Lundie. 1187. 
 
 Dunn, Prof. Robinson Potter, 1302. 
 
 Dwight, Rev. John Sullivan, 1166. 
 
 Dwight, Rev. Timothy, 423, 835, 952, 1325. 
 
 East, Bp. John, 1373. 
 
 Eastbirn,"Rev. James Wallis, 6. 
 
 Edmeston, James, 18. 702, 967, 1013, 1120, 1121, 1184, 1241. 
 
 Ellerton, Rev. John, 1021, 1025. 
 
 Elliott, Miss Charlotte, 496, 707, 1219, 1221. 
 
 Elliott, Mrs. Julia Anne, 954, 955. 
 
 Elven, Rev. Cornelius, 481. 
 
 Enfield, Prof. William, 19S. 
 
 " Eriphas," Evangelical Magazine, 1130. 
 
 Evans, Rev. James Harrington, 645. 
 
 Evans, Rev. Jonathan, 252, 965. 
 
 Faber, Frederick William, 27, 75, 77, 126, 244. 341, di2. 
 
 531, 594, 603, 1030, 1051, 1181, 1330, 1415. 
 Fabricius, Rev. Jacob, 634. 
 Fanch, Rev. James, 295. 
 Fawcett, Rev. John, 55, 117, 303, 397, 925. 
 Fitzgerald's Collection, 1127. 
 Flowerdew, Mrs. Alice, 1255. 
 Ford, Charles Lawrence, 614. 
 Ford, Rev. David Everard, 1265. 
 Fortunatus, Venantius, 502. 
 Francis, Rev. Benjamin, 616, 1053. 
 Franke, Rev. August Hermann, 679. 
 Frank, Johann, 1150 
 
 Freylinghausen, Rev. Joh.ann Anastasius, 670. 
 Fulbert of Chartres, 275. 
 
 Gambold, Bp. John, 670. 
 
 Ganse, Rev. Hervey Doddridge, 7, 13, 378, 518, 541,697. 
 
 Gaskell, Mrs. Elizabeth Cleghorn, 33. 
 
 Gerhardt, Rev. Paul. 149, 163, 238, 543, 571, 775, 803. 
 
 German, from the, 173. 
 
 Gibbons, Rev. Thomas, 783, 1038, 1044, 1076, 1399. 
 
 Gill, Thomas Hornblower, 17, 19J325, 348, 512, mi. 
 
 Gilmore, Rev. J. H., 660. 
 
 Goode, Rev. William, 281. 
 
 Gotter, Ludwig Andreas, 613. 
 
 Gough, Benjamin, 1094, 1133, 1134. 
 
 Gould, Rev. Sabine Baring, 640, 911, 1390. 
 
 Grant, Sir Robert, 56, 406, 675, 801. 
 
 Greek, Sabbath Hymn-Book, 818. 
 
 Gregory the Great, 314, 1215, 1216. 
 
 Grigg, Rev. Joseph, 428, 616. 
 
 Gurney, Rev. John Hampden, 288, 624. 
 
 Guyon, Madame Jeanne M. B. de la M., 547, 1213. 
 
 G., W., 574. 
 
 Hammond, Rev. William, 606, 981. 
 
 Hanaford, Mrs. J. H., 1054. 
 
 Hangford, George Washington, 1182. 
 
 Hankey, Miss Kate, 1093. 
 
 Hankinson, Rev. Thomas Edwards, 257. 
 
 Hardenberg, Friedrich von, 274. 
 
 Harbaugh, Rev. Henry, 721, 1156. 
 
 Harmer. Rev. Samuel Young, 1408. 
 
 Hart, Rev. Joseph, 223, 352, 361, 419, 483 900, 1015,1022. 
 
 Hastings, Thomas, 272, 414, 434, 450, 665, 729, 774, 1091, 
 
 1123, 1126, 1247, 1248. 
 Havergal. Mtss Frances Ridley, 127, 592, 615, 6S0. 
 
 Havekgal, Rev. William, 196. 
 Haweis, Rev. Thomas, 267, 360, 40S, 714, 762. 
 Hawkesworth, John, 1204. 
 Hayward, 947. 
 Heath, George, 630. 
 
 Heber, Bp. Reginald, 183, 209,649,703,850,893,991,996 
 1119, 1145, 1164, 1176, 1217, 1272, 1327, 1348, 1351, 1416, 
 Heginbothom, Rev. Ottiwell, 91, 565. 
 Hensel, Miss Luise, 390. 
 Herbert, Rev. George, 753. 
 Hermans, Mrs. Felicia Dorothea, 1281, 1316. 
 Hermann, Rev. Johann Gottfried, 705. 
 Herrick, Rev. Robert, 792. 
 Hill, Rev. Rowland, 409, 794, 1294, 1326. 
 Hillhouse, Abraham Lucas, 557. 
 Holmes, Oliver Wendell, 64. 
 Hope, Henry Joy McCracken, 737. 
 Hopkins, Rev. Josiah, 413. 
 Hopper, Rev. Edward, 819, 1148. 
 
 How, Rev. Wm. Walsham, 241, 243, 407, 92S, 1055, 1096 
 Hunter, Rev. William, 718, 1387, 1388. 
 Hupton, Rev. Job, 308. 
 Hurn, Rev. William, 195. 
 Hyde, Mrs. Ann Beadley, 425, 867. 
 
 Ingemann, Bernhardt Severin, 911. 
 Irons, Rev. William Josiah, 779, 1349. 
 
 John of Damascus, 933. 
 
 Johns, Rev. Henry D., 838. 
 
 Jones, Rev. Edmund, 484. 
 
 Joseph of the Studium, 309, 713, 1411. 
 
 Joyce, Rev. James, 1060, 1065. . 
 
 Judkin, Rev. Thomas James, 297. 
 
 Jukes, R., 520. 
 
 Keble, Rev. John, 342, 398, 756, 1029, 1199, 1253. 
 
 Keith, George, 709. 
 
 Kelly. Rev. Thomas, 178, 221, 268, 271, 277, 302, 305, 306, 
 3°7. 336, 550, 552, 618, 629, 657, 658, 663, 694, 834, 876, 
 962, 982, 988, 993, 1079, 1083, 1084, 1099, 1105, 1128, 1129, 
 1137, 1288. 
 
 Kempthorne. Rev. John, 53. 
 
 Ken, Br. Thomas, 1197, 1222. 
 
 Kethe, Rev. William, 46. 
 
 Key, Francis Scott, 535. 
 
 King, Rev. Joshua, 1195. 
 
 Kingsbury, Rev. William, 291, 
 
 Kyle, Rev. R.W., 368. 
 
 Lange. Ernest, 140. 
 Laurenti, Laurentius, 894. 
 Lavater, Rev. Johann Caspar, 567. 
 Lee, Richard, 534. 
 Leeson, Miss Jane E., 357. 
 Leland, Rev. John, 715, 1228. 
 
 LlTTLEDALE, REV. RlCHARD FREDERICK, II44. UjS. 
 
 Lowry, Rev. Robert, 1389. 
 
 Luther, Martin, 184, 188, 842. 
 
 Lynch, Rev. Thomas Toke, 210, 373. 
 
 Lyte, Rev. Henry Francis, 44, 80, 96, 120, 153, 537, 610. 
 
 611, 654, 687, 725, 765, 777, 924, 936, 956, 998, 1003, ion, 
 
 1024, 1043, io 95i 1286. 
 
 Macduff, Rev. John Robert, 1220. 
 
 Mackay, Mrs. Margaret, 1292. 
 
 Madan, Rev. Martin, 587, 606, 1340. 
 
 Maglorianus, Santolius, 10, 254. 
 
 Mahmied, S. E., 553. 
 
 Maitland. Miss Fanny Fuller, 586. 
 
 Malan, Rev. Cesar Hsnri Abraham, 1302, 133a. 
 
 Mant, Bp. Richard, 15, 500, 926, 1244, 1363. 
 
 March, Rev. Daniel 1089. 
 
 Mardley, John, 454. 
 
 Marriott,"Rev. John, 3. 
 
 Marsden, Rev. Joshua, 1097. 
 
 Marshman, Rev. Joshua, 877. 
 
 Mason, Rev. John, 358, 527, 781, 966, 968. 
 
 Mason, Rev. William, 538. 
 
 Massie, Richard, 760, 1306. 
 
 Matson, Rev. William tidd, 556. 
 
Index of Authors of Hymns. 
 
 4*3 
 
 Maude, Mrs. Mary Fawler, 880. 
 
 McChevne, Rev. Robert Murray, 681, 682, 711. 
 
 MacKellar, Thomas, 519, 1192. 
 
 Medley, Rev. Samuel, 161, 282, 482, 575, 588. 
 
 Meinhold, Rev. Wilhelm, 1303. 
 
 Melrose, 1074. 
 
 Merrick, Rev. James, 82, 994, 1309. 
 
 Metrophanes of Smyrna, 26. 
 
 Midlane, Albert, 441. 
 
 Millard, Rev. James Elwin, ii. 
 
 Miller, Rev. William Edward, 913. 
 
 Mills, Mrs. Elizabeth, 731. 
 
 Milman, Rev. Henry Hart, 217, 790, 791. 
 
 Milton, John, 81, 1017. 
 
 Monsell, Rev. John Samuel Bewley, 578, 652, 716, 778, 
 
 86 5, 1337- 
 
 Montgomery, James, 12, 35, 57, 67, 68, 72, 79, 137, 171, 
 181, 204, 219, 222, 226, 249, 253, 349, 418, 462, 479, 573, 
 620, 636, 641, 6S3, 695, 710, 808, 821, 840, 841, 845, 848, 
 853, 878, 903, 906, 917, 964, 978, 1031, 1032, 1035, 1040, 
 1067, 1075, 1108, 1122, 1141, 1167, 1170, 1177, 1185, 1237, 
 1269, 1287, 1310, 1311, 1318, 1329, 1331, 1334, 1365, 1366. 
 
 Moore, Thomas, 66, 434, 811, 1282. 
 
 Moravian Collection, 5, 613, 617. 
 
 Morrison, Rev. John, 157, 685. 
 
 Moultrie, Rev. Gerard, 1308, 1343. 
 
 Moultrie, Rev. John, 259. 
 
 Muhlenberg, Rev. William Augustus, 444, 871, 1285. 
 
 Neale, Rev. John Mason, 26, 193, 213, 285, 308, 309, 436, 
 491, 546, 673, 713, 833, 922, 923, 933, 1020, 1050, 1161, 
 1171, 1229, 1280, 1344, 1352, 1364, 1375, 1376, 1377, 13781 
 1379, 1411. 
 
 Needham, Rev. John, 144, 920. 
 
 Nelson, Rev. David, 1264. 
 
 Nettleton, Rev. Asahel, 523. 
 
 Nettleton's Village Hymns, 1074. 
 
 Nevin, Rev. Edwin H., 591, 667. 
 
 Newman, Rev. John Henry, 663, 1209. 
 
 Newton, Rev. John, 256, 270, 323, 455, 476, 504, 517, 522, 
 529, 544, 581, 600, 678, 686, 719, 823, 825, 831, 832, 909, 
 943, 953, 979, Io6 3. 1261, 1341. 
 
 New York Dutch Reformed Collection of Psalms, 
 661. 
 
 Noel. Hon. and Rev. Gerard Thomas, 904. 
 
 Noel's Sf.lection, 1007. 
 
 Occum, Rev. Sampson, 523. 
 Olivers, Rev. Thomas, 1385, 1386. 
 Ondcrdonk, Bp. Henry Ustick, 442, 870, 1110. 
 
 Pal, Krishnoo, 877. 
 
 Palgkave, Francis Turner, 1203. 
 
 Palmer, Rev. Ray, 232, 314, 318, 374, 383, 493, 530, 560, 
 
 728, 860, 873, 888, 895, 932, 1113, 1136, 1215, 1216, 1262, 
 
 1401, 1414. 
 Park, Rev. Roswell, 907. 
 Pahr, Miss Harriet, 1239. 
 Peabody, Rev. William Bourn Oliver, 1284. 
 Perronet. Rev. Edward, 329. 
 Peters, Mrs. Mary Bowly, 672. 
 Pierpont, Rev. John, 986. 
 Pierson, Rev. Arthur'Tappan, 1151. 
 Pirie, Rev. Alexander, 324. 
 Plumptre, Rev. Edward Hayes, 166, 211. 
 Pope, Alexander, 1125. 
 Pratt's Collection, 264. 
 Prentiss, Mrs. Elizabeth Payson, 736. 
 Procter, Rev. James, 526. 
 Prudentius, Aurelius Clemens, 169. 
 
 Raffles, Rev. Thomas, 473, 813, 1367. 
 
 Rawson, George, 333, 376, 794. 
 
 Reed, Rev. Andrew, 179, 343, 370, 494, 539. 
 
 Ringwaldt, Rev. Bartholomew, 1347. 
 
 Rinkart, Rev. Martin, 1149. 
 
 Robert II., King of France, 374, 382. 
 
 Robertson, Rev. William, 866. 
 
 Robinson, George, 829. 
 
 Robinson, Rev. Robert, 167, 16S, 536. 
 
 RoRibON, Rev. Gilbert, 1028. 
 
 Rosenroth, Christian Knorr von, 957, 1027. 
 Rothe, Rev. John Andrew, 289. 
 Russell, Rev. Arthur Tozer, 149, 188, 239, 375. 
 Ryland, Rev. John, 626, 739, 797. 
 
 Sabbath Hymn-Book, 173, 818, 910. 
 
 Saffery, Mrs. Maria Grace, 1018, 1178. 
 
 Salisbury Collection, 176. 
 
 Sandys, George, 1004. 
 
 Schaff, Rev. Philip, 896. 
 
 Schenk, Rev. Heinrich, Theodor, 1395. 
 J Schmolke, Rev. Benjamin, 294, 767. 
 I Scott, Miss Elizabeth, 948, 1087. 
 
 Scott, Rev. Thomas, 263. 
 - Scott, Sir Walter, 119, 1350. 
 [ Seagrave, Rev. Robert, 726. 
 
 Sears, Rev. Edmund Hamilton, 158, 159. 
 
 Selina, Countess of Huntington, 781, 1346. 
 1 Shepherd, Mrs. Anne Houlditch, 1194. 
 
 Shirley, Hon. and Rev. Walter, 435, 963. 
 
 Shrubsole, William, Jr., 99, 1069, 1102. 
 1 Sigourney, Mrs. Lydia Howard Huntley, 354. 
 ! Silesius, Johann Angelus, 545, 570, 580, 886. 
 ! Simpson, Mrs. Jane Cross Bell, 1146. 
 I Singleton, Robert Corbet, 298. 
 I Smith, Mrs. Caroline Sprague, 1242. 
 j Smith, Mrs. Elizabeth Lee, 567. 
 
 Smith, Rev. Samuel Francis, 414, 1008, 1104, 1124, 113a, 
 1165, 1333. 
 
 Spitta, Rev. Carl Johann Philipp, 760, 1306. 
 ! Stammers, Joseph, 671. 
 
 Stanley, Rev. Arthur Penrhyn, 212, 287. 
 
 Steele, Miss Anne, 85, 125, 284, 367, 396, 432, 447, 448, 
 456, 503, 690, 698, 761, 764, 817, 869, 1224, 1300, 1313, 
 1398. 
 
 Stennett, Rev. Joseph, 595, 940. 
 
 Stennett, Rev. Samuel, 180, 246, 451, 561, 903, 937, 989, 
 1402. 
 
 Stephen of St. Sabas, 436. 
 
 Sterling, Rev. John, 65. 
 
 Sternhold, Thomas, 128. 
 
 Stocker, John, 369. 
 
 Stone, Rev. Samuel John, 929. 
 
 Stowell, Rev. Hugh, iooo, 10S5. 
 
 Strong, Rev. Nathan, 1152. 
 
 Swain, Rev. Joseph, 540, 646, 914, 961, 1357. 
 
 Tappan, Rev. William Bingham, 220, 1382, 1383. 
 
 Tate and Brady, 39, 47, 73, 100, 101, 103, 114, 122, 132, 
 
 134, 136, 141, 142, 300, 458, 687, 782, 976, 1059, 1157. 
 Tate and Brady's Supplement, 24, 25, 160, 261. 
 Taylor, Miss Jane, 1180, 1188. 
 Tersteegen, Gerhard, 477, 542, 548, 704, 992, 997. 
 Theoctistus of the Studium, 491. 
 Theodore of the Studium, 1352. 
 Theodulph, Bp. of Orleans, 218. 
 Thomas of Celano, 1349, 1350. 
 Thompson, Rev. Alexander Ramsay, 273, 7S0. 
 Thomson, Rev. John, 130. 
 Thring, Rev. Godfrey, 182. 
 Thrupp, Miss Dorothy Ann, 1186, 1190, 1191. 
 Thrupp, Rev. Joseph Francis, 201. 
 Todi, Jacoponi da, 250. 
 Toke, Mrs. Emma, 278. 
 Toplady, Rev. Augustus Montague, 191, 228, 248, 310, 
 
 499, 5 2 5, 566, 691, 692, 693, 1210, 1211, 1279, 1317. 
 Tritton, Joseph, 1033. 
 Turner, Rev. Daniel, 295, 492, 983. 
 Tuttie-tt, Rev. Laurence, 644. 
 Twf.lls, Rev. Henry, 1214. 
 
 Unknown Author, 162, 214, 261, 362, 380, 384, 437, 54C, 
 577, 5S2, 633, 75S, 789, 799, 804, 828, 833, 863, S83, 895, 
 S96, 1007, 1026, 1183. 1233, 1342, 1363, 1372, 1393. 
 
 Unknown Spanish Author, 1009. 
 
 Upham, Rev. Thomas Cogswell, 805, 815,1047,1057,1206, 
 
 Van Alstyne, Mrs. Fanny Jane Crosby, 488. 
 Vaughan, Henry, 1380. 
 vlctorinus, santolius, 197, iooi. 
 Voke, Mrs., 856, 1068, 1070, 1100. 
 
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 Tndex of Authors of Hymns. 
 
 Walker, Mrs. Mary Jane, 498. 
 
 Wallace, Rev. John Airman, 812. 
 
 Ward law, Rev. Ralph, 549, 941, 1071, 
 
 Waring, Miss Anna Laetitia. 759, 806. 
 
 Watts, Rev. Isaac, 4, 20, 21, 28, 37, 38, 40, 41, 43, 45, 48 
 49, 5°, 51, 52, 5S, 59, 60, 61, 62, 74, 76, 84, 86, 87, 88 
 89, 93, 94, 95, 97, 102, 104, 105, 106, 107, 108, 115, 118 
 121, 129, 131, 133, 135, 138, 139, 143, 147, 150, 151, 156 
 189, 200, 202, 230, 234, 235, 237, 245, 283, 299, 313, 315 
 320, 321, 322, 326, 330, 331, 355, 359, 363, 386, 392, 393 
 394, 399, 4°°, 4°3, 4°4, 4 21 , 429, 445, 44 6 , 449, 4 6 °, 4°5 
 466, 467, 480, 511, 514, 558, 602, 605, 607, 621, 623, 625 
 6 5°, 631, 655, 656, 688, 699, 701, 723, 738, 740, 744, 745 
 747, 748, 749, 75°, 754, 766, 783, 7S6, 809, 814, 836, 837 
 843, 851, 858, 862, 884, 885, 889, 890, 901, 919, 934, 939 
 942, 944, 940, 95°, 95', 9 60 , 9 6 9, 972, 973, 974, 975, 977 
 g34, 985, 987, 990, 1010, 1023, 1036, 1066, 1072, 1109, 1112 
 1115, II S8, 1159, 1169, 1198, 1200, 1207, 1223, 1227, 1234 
 1235, 1250, 1252, 1254, 1271, 1277, 1289, 1295, 1296, 1321 
 1322, 1324, 1359, 1360, 1361, 1374, 1384, 1397, 1400, 1403 
 1404, 1405, 1407. 
 
 Webb, Rev. Benjamin, 830. 
 
 Weisse, Rev. Michael, 265. 
 
 Weissel, Rev. George, 152. 
 
 Wesley, Rev. Charles, 2, 22, 23, 31, 32, 36, 71, 165, 170, 
 175, 242, 260, 279, 280, 286, 319, 334, 338, 345, 346, 347, 
 372, 379, 385, 3S8, 410, 416, 417, 426, 427, 433, 440, 468, 
 469, 470, 471, 472, 485, 489, 490, 495, 505, 509, 510, 513, 
 521, 528, 569, 583, 584, 589, 628, 631, 632, 637, 638, 676, 
 677, 696, 724, 733, 741, 742, 743, 746, 751, 752, 755, 796, 
 822, 824, 852, 855, 868, 892, 915, 916, 918, 958, 980,1006, 
 1073, 1098, 1131, 1135, 1201, 1259, 1260, 1304, 1319,1320, 
 *33 6 i *34°» 1345, 1353. 1368, 1369, 1371, 1406. 
 
 Wesley, Rev. John, 48, 140, 283, 289, 339, 472, 570, 571 
 
 704, 775, 803, 992, 997, 1009, 1225. 
 Wesley, Rev. Samuel, 231. 
 Whately, Abp. Richard, 1217. 
 White, Henry Kirke, 92, 113, 187, 586, 1236, 1273. 
 Whitfield, Rev. Frederick, 757. 
 Whiting, William, 1142. 
 Whvtehead, Rev. Thomas, 258. 
 Williams, Rev. Benjamin, 70. 
 Williams and Boden's Collection, 1372. 
 Williams, Miss Helen Maria, 124. 
 Williams, Rev. Isaac, 224, 1049. 
 Williams, Rev. Peter, 662, 
 Williams, Rev. William, 662, 1081. 
 Willis, Nathaniel Parker, 1034. 
 Wingrove, John, 533. 
 Winkworth, Miss Catherine, 152, 163, 265, 274, 294, 390, 
 
 39 1 , 542, 543, 6 34, °79, 7°5, 886, 1027, 1149, 1150, 1303, 
 
 1392. 
 Winslow, Miss Margaret Elizabeth, 240. 
 Wolcott, Rev. Samuel, 1086. 
 Wolfe, Rev. Aaron Robarts, 891. 
 Wordsworth, Bp. Christopher, 14, 311, 312, 377, 875 
 
 931, 1042, 1391. 
 Wrangham, William, 83. 
 
 Xavier, Francis, 596. 
 
 Young, Rev. William, 1328. 
 
 ZlNZENDORF, NlCOLAUS LuDWIG, 669. 
 
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