LIBRARY OF CONGRESS. -A Chap. Copyright No. Shelf.JS.k^f^O UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. m Pl# h HYMNS OF THE AGES PUBLIC AND SOCIAL WORSHIP. Approved and Recommended to all the Churches by the General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church in the United States, at its Meeting in Macon^ Ga., May 20. 1 803. SECOND EDITION, RICHMOND, VA. : Presbyterian Committee of Publication, # /\ . HYMNS OF PEAISE. Psalm c. L. M 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, f) 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.) Rev. John Wesley (1703-1791.) 4 "Einfeste Burg ist unser Gott." P. M. 1 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. HYMNS OF PEAISE. 7 2 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. 3 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, 'Tis 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 (1483 1646. > Tr. by Thomas Carlyle (1795-1881.) Matthew xxi. 9. 8s & 7s, IX. 1 Ceown his head with endless blessing, Who, in God the Father's name, With compassions never ceasing, Comes salvation to proclaim. # HYMNS OF PRAISE. Hail, ye saints, who know his favor, Who within his gates are found ; Hail, ye saints, the exalted Saviour, Let his courts with praise resound. 2 Lo, Jehovah, we adore thee ; Thee our Saviour ! thee our God! From his throne his beams of glory Shine through all the world abroad. In his word his light arises, Brightest beams of truth and grace ; Bind, oh! bind your sacrifices, In his courts your offerings place. 3 Jesus, thee our Saviour hailing, Thee our God in praise we own ; Highest honors, never failing, Kise eternal round thy throne ; Now, ye saints, his power confessing, In your grateful strains adore ; For his mercy, never ceasing, Flows, and flows for evermore. Rev. Wm. Goode, 1811. 6 Psalm xlviii. S. M. 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 thy people stand On Zion's chosen hill, Proclaim the wonders of thy hand, And counsels of thy will. HYMNS OF PRAISE. 9 3 Let strangers walk around The city where we dwell, Compass and view the holy ground, And mark the building well. ,4 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 (1674-171S.) 1 The spacious firmam'nt. L. M. D t The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame,. Their great Original proclaim : Th' unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's power display ; And publishes to every land The work of an almighty hand. 2 Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth ; Whilst all the stars that round her burn,, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. 3 What though in solemn silence all Move round this dark terrestrial ball ; What though no real voice nor sound. Amidst their radiant orbs be found : s 10 HYMNS OF PRAISE. 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. Psalm xcii. L. M. 1 Sweet is the work, my G-od, 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 care shall seize my breast ; Oh ! 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 Then I shall share a glorious part, When grace hath well refined my heart, And fresh supplies of joy are shed, Like holy oil upon my head. £ 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 (1674-1748.) 5J Prayer to the Holy Trinity. L. M. 1 Father of all, whose love profound A ransom for our souls hath found, Before thy throne we sinners bend ; To us thy pardoning love extend. HYMXS OF PRAISE. 11 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 oneT Before thy throne we sinners bend ; Grace, pardon, life, to us extend. John Cooper, 1810^ 10 Psalm lxxxiv. L. ML 1 Great God, attend while Sion sings The joy that from thy presence springs ; To spend one day with thee on earth Exceeds a thousand days of mirth. 2 God is our sun, he makes our day; God is our shield, he guards our way From all the assaults of hell and sin, From foes without and foes within. 3 All needful grace will God bestow, And crown that grace with glory too ; He gives us all things, and withholds Xo real good from upright souls. 4 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. Tsaac Walts (1674-174 V, 12 HYMNS OF PRAISE. 11 * All thy works shall praise thee." 7s, r> 1 Holy, 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 one accord, Holy, holy, holy, Lord ! 12 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, Sing we here, 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 (1771-1854.) 12 Psalm cxvi. C. M. 1 What shall I render to my God For all his kindness shown? My feet shall visit thine abode, My songs address thy throne- HYMNS OF PRAISE. 18 2 Among the saints that fill thy house, My offerings 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 ! 4 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. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) leJ Nature and Grace. C. M. 1 Father ! how wide thy glory shines ! How high thy wonders rise ! Known through the earth by thousand signs, By thousand through the skies. 2 But when we view thy strange design To save rebellious worms, Where vengeance and compassion join In their divinest forms, — 3 Here the whole deity is known; Nor dares a creature guess Which of the glories brightest shone, The justice or the grace. 4 Now the full glories of the Lamb Adorn the heavenly plains ; Bright seraphs learn ImmanuePs name, And try their choicest strains. 14 HYMNS OF PRAISE. 5 Oh ! may I bear some humble part, In that immortal song ; Wonder and joy shall tune my heart, And love command my tongue. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748). 14 rsalm cxix. C. JU 1 Oh ! that the Lord would guide my ways To keep his statutes still ; Oh ! that my God would grant me grace To know and do his will. 2 Oh! send thy Spirit down, to write Thy law upon my heart ; Nor let my tongue indulge deceit, Nor act the liar's part. 3 From vanity turn off my eyes ; Let no corrupt design, Nor covetous desires arise Within this soul of mine. 4 Order my footsteps by thy word, And make my heart sincere ; Let sin have no dominion Lord ! But keep my conscience clear. 5 Make me to walk in thy commands — 'Tis a delightful road ; Nor let my head, nor heart, nor hands, Offend against my God. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) HYMNS OF PEAISE. 15 1& Psalm cxix. C. M. 1 Thou art my portion, O my God ! Soon as I know thy way, My heart makes haste to obey thy word, And suffers no delay. 2 I choose the path of heavenly truth, And glory in my choice; .tfot all the riches of the earth Could make me so rejoice. 3 The testimonies of thy grace I set before mine eyes ; Thence I derive my daily strength, And there my comfort lies. 4 Now I am thine, — for ever thine; Oh ! save thy servant, Lord ! Thou art my shield, my hiding-place, My hope is in thy word. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 16 Psalm cxlviii. H. M r 1 Ye tribes of Adam, join With heaven, and earth, and seas, And offer notes divine To your Creator's praise : Ye holy throng Of angels bright, In worlds of light, Begin the song. 2 The shining worlds above In glorious order stand ; Or in swift courses move, By his supreme command : 16 HYMNS OF PRAISE. He spake the word, And all their frame From nothing came, To praise the Lord ! 3 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 Attempt his praise, His saints shall raise His honors high. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-174S.) 1 1 Pilgrim, Song, 7s. 1 Children of the heavenly king, As ye journey, sweetly sing ; Sing your Saviour's worthy praise, Glorious in his works and ways. 2 Ye are traveling home to God In the way the fathers trod ; They are happy now, and ye Soon their happiness shall see. 3 Shout, ye little flock, and blest! Soon you'll enter into 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* HYMNS OF PEAISE. IT 5 Lord, submissive make us go, Gladly leaving all below ; Only thou our leader be, And we still will follow thee. lieo. John Ceutuck (1717-1755.) 18 The Glorious King. 10s &. lis- 1 Oh ! worship the King all-glorious above : Oh ! gratefully sing his power and his love ; Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of Days, Pavilioned in splendor and girded with. praise. 2 We sing of thy might, we sing of thy grace, Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space ; Thy chariots of wrath the thunder-clouds^ form, And dark is thy path on the wings of the- storm. 3 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. 4 Oh! measureless Might, ineffable Love, While angels delight to hymn thee above, Thy ransomed creation, though feeble their lays, With true adoration shall sing to thy praise. Sir Robert Grant (1785-1838.)., 2 18 IIYMNS OF PEAISE. it? The Voice of Praise. C. M. 1 Lift up to God the voice of praise, Whose breath our souls inspired ; Loud and more loud the anthem raise, With grateful ardor fired. 2 Lift up to God the voice of praise, Whose goodness, passing thought, Loads every minute, as it flies, With benefits unsought. 3 Lift up to God the voice of praise, From whom salvation flows, Who sent his Son our souls to save From everlasting woes. 4 Lift up to God the voice of praise, For hope's transporting ray, Which lights, through darkest shades of death, To realms of endless day. Rev. Ralph Wardlaw (1779-1853.) Zi) Marching Heavenward. 8s & 7s, D. 1 Through the night of doubt and sorrow Onward goes the pilgrim band, Singing songs of expectation, Marching to the promised land. Clear before us through the darkness Gleams and burns the guiding light; Brother clasps the hand of brother, Stepping fearless through the night. 3 One the strain that lips of thousands Lift as from the heart of one ; One the conflict, one the peril, One the march in God begun ; HYMNS OF PEAISE. I& One the gladness of rejoicing On the far eternal shore, Where the one Almighty Father Keigns in love for evermore. 3 Onward, therefore, pilgrim brothers, Onward with the cross our aid ! Bear its shame, and fight its battle, Till we rest beneath its shade. Soon shall come its great awaking, Soon the rending of the tomb ; Then the scattering of all shadows, And the end of toil and gloom. Bernhardt SeveHn Tngemann (1789-1862.> ' Tr. by Rev. Sabine Baring-Gould (1834—), 1867. 21 Praise to God. 8s & 7s, IX 1 Peaise to thee, thou great Creator, Praise to thee from every tongue : Join, my soul, with every creature, Join the universal song. Father, source of all compassion, Pure, unbounded grace is thine : Hail the God of our salvation ! Praise him for his love divine. 2 For ten thousand blessings given, For the hope of future joy, Sound his praise through earth and heaven., Sound Jehovah's praise on high. 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 (1739-181T.> 330 HYMNS OF PEAISE. .Li Psalm cxlvi. L. P. M. 1 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. 2 Why should I make a man my trust? Princes must die and turn to dust ; Y ain is the help of flesh and blood ; Their breath departs ; their pomp and power And thoughts all vanish in an hour ; Nor can they make their promise good. 3 Happy the man whose hopes rely On Israel's God ; he made the sky, And earth, and seas, with all their train; His truth forever stands secure ; He saves the oppressed, he feeds the poor, And none shall find his promise vain. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 23 Psalm lxv. C. M. 1 Praise waits in Zion, Lord! for thee; There shall our vows be paid ; Thou hast an ear when sinners pray ; All flesh shall seek thine aid. % O Lord ! our guilt and fears prevail, But pardoning grace is thine ; And thou wilt grant us power and skill, To conquer every sin. HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 21 3 Blest are the men whom thou wilt choose To bring them near thy face ; Give them a dwelling in thy house, To feast upon thy grace. 4 In answering what thy church requests, Thy truth and terror shine ; And works of dreadful righteousness Fulfil thy kind design. 5 Thus shall the wondering nations see The Lord is good and just ; The distant isles shall fly to thee, And make thy name their trust. Rev. Isaac Watts <1674-1748.) Zi Which was, and is, and is to come, lis, 12a & 10s. 1 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 ! 2 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. 22 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 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. > Z& Psalm xciii. H. M. 1 The Lord Jehovah reigns ; His throne is built on high ; The garments he assumes Are light and majesty; His glories shine with beams so bright, No mortal eye 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 resolves to bless. His truth confirms and seals the grace. 3 And can this mighty king Of glory condescend, And will he write his name, My Father and my Friend ? I love his name, I love his word; Join all my powers, and praise the Lord T Rev. Isaac Watts (l67ir-1748.> Z\& Rejoice, 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! HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 23 Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice ; Rejoice aloud, ye saints, 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 hearts, etc. 3 His kingdom can not fail ; He rules o'er earth and heaven; The keys of death and hell Are to our Jesus given : Lift up your hearts, etc. Rev. Charles Wesley (1708-1788.) 21 Year of Jubilee. H. M 1 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. 2 Jesus, our great High Priest, Hath full atonement made ; Ye weary spirits, rest ; Ye mournful souls, be glad : The year of jubilee, etc. 3 Extol the Lamb of God, The all-atoning Lamb ; Redemption in his blood Throughout the world proclaim : The year of jubilee, etc. 24 HYMXS OF DEVOTION. 4 The gospel trumpet hear, The news of heavenly grace ; And, saved from earth, appear Before your Saviour's face; The year of jubilee, etc. Rev. Charles Wesley (1708-1788), Zo Lost but found. S. M. P 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, I 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, 'Twas he that loved my soul, 'Twas he that washed me in his blood, 'Twas he that made me whole ; Twas he that sought the lost, That found the wandering sheep, 'Twas he that brought me to the fold, 'Tis he that still doth keep. Rev. Horatius Bonar (1808-189C.) HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 25 29 Psalm xxxi. S. M 1 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'er 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. H. F. Lyte (1793-1847.) dvr Christ's Intercession. L. M 1 O thoij, the contrite sinner's Friend, Who, loving, lovest him to the end, On this alone my hopes depend, That thou wilt plead for me [for me]. 2 When, weary in the Christian race, Far off appears my resting-place, And, fainting, I mistrust thy grace, Then, Saviour, plead for me [for me]. 3 When Satan, by my sins made bold, Strives from thy cross to loose my hold, Then with thy pitying arms enfold, And plead, oh ! plead for me [for me]. 2b HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 4 And when my dying hour draws near, Darkness with anguish, guilt, and fear, Then to my fainting sight appear, Pleading in heaven for me [for me]. Miss Charlotte Elliott (1789-1S71.) «$I I Jiave finished the work. S. M. 1 O perfect life of love ! All, all is finished now, All that he left his throne above To do for us below. 2 Yet work, O Lord, in me, As thou for me hast wrought ; And let my love the answer be To grace thy love has brought. Sir H. W. Baker (1821-1877.) oZ Christ our Teacher. L. M, 1 How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound From lips of gentleness and grace, When listening thousands gathered round, And joy and reverence filled 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. Sir John Bowring (1792-1872). HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 27 00 Sympathy of Christ. L. M. 1 Where high the heavenly temple stands, The house of God not made with hands, A great High Priest our nature wears, The advocate of saints appears. 2 He who for men in mercy stood, And poured on earth his precious blood, Pursues in heaven his plan of grace, The Saviour of the chosen race. 3 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. 4 Our fellow-sufferer yet retains A fellow-feeling of our pains ; And still remembers in the skies, His tears and agonies and cries. 5 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. Michael Bruce (1746-1767.) o4 Praise the Lord. 8s & 7s 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 of light ! 2 Praise the Lord ! for he hath spoken ; Worlds his mighty voice obeyed ; Laws which never can be broken, For their guidance he hath made. 28 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 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, Praise and magnify his name ! Rev. John Kempthome (1775-1838.) 35 Whom but Thee ? 7s D 1 Lord of earth, thy forming hand "Well this beauteous frame hath planned ; Woods that wave and hills that tower, Ocean rolling in its power ; Yet amid this scene so fair, Should I cease thy smile to share, What were all its joys to me? Whom have I on earth but thee? 2 Lord of heaven, beyond our sight Shines a world of purer light ; Here, in love's unclouded reign, Severed friends shall meet again : Oh ! that world is passing fair ; Yet, if thou wert absent there, What were all its joys to me ? Whom have I in heaven but thee ? 3 Lord of earth and heaven, my breast Seeks in thee its only rest ; I was lost, — thy accents mild Homeward lured thy wandering child. HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 28> Oh ! if once thy smile divine Ceased upon my soul to shine, What were earth or heaven to me ? Whom have I in each but thee ? Sir Robert Grant (1788-1838.) du Return unto thy rest, my soul. 10s, 6 1. 1 Be still, my soul; the Lord is on thy side; Bear patiently thy cross of grief and pain, Leave to thy God to order and provide ; In every change he faithful will remain. Be still, my soul; thy best, thy heavenly Friend Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end- 2 Be still, my soul ; thy God doth undertake To guide the future as he has the past. Thy hope, thy confidence, let nothing shake,. All now mysterious shall be bright at last. Be still, my soul ; the waves and winds shall- know His voice who ruled them while he dwelt, below. 3 Be still, my soul; when dearest friends depart* And all is darkened in the vale of tears, Then thou shalt better know his love, his. heart, Who comes to soothe thy sorrow and thy fears. Be still, my soul ; thy Saviour can repay From his own fullness all he takes away. 4 Be still, my soul; the hour is hastening on When we shall be for ever with the Lord ;: When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone, 30 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. Sorrow forgot, love's purest joys restored. Be still, my soul; when change and tears are past, All safe and blessed, we shall meet at last. Hymns from the Land of Luther. 37 God's Truth. H. M. 1 The promises I sing, Which sovereign love hath spoke ; Nor will the Eternal King His words of grace revoke ; They stand secure And steadfast still ; Not Zion's hill 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, In radiant lines, The promise shines Through all the flame. £ Their harmony shall sound Through my attentive ears, When thunders cleave the ground And dissipate the spheres ; Midst all the shock Of that great scene, I stand serene, Thy word my rock. Rev. Philip Doddridge (1702-1751.) HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 31 do Invoking the presence of Christ. H. IVL. 1 Come, my Redeemer, come, And deign to dwell with me ; Come, and thy right assume, And bid thy rivals flee : Come, my Redeemer, quickly come, And make my heart thy lasting home. 2 Exert thy mighty power, And banish all my sin ; In this auspicious hour Bring all thy graces in : Come, my Redeemer, etc, 3 Rule thou in every thought And passion of my soul, Till all my powers are brought Beneath thy full control ; Come, my Redeemer, etc. 4 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, etc. Rev. Andrew Reed (1787-1862.) dJJ Longing for Christ. 6s, r> 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 Unless it come from thee. §2 HYMXS OF DEVOTION. 2 Unless it come from thee, In vain I look around j In all that I can see, No rest is to be found. ~No rest is to be found But in thy blessed love : Oh ! let my wish be crowned, And send it from above. John Byrvm (1691-1763.) '.iv Thy will be done. 6s. D. 1 My Saviour, as thou wilt ! Oh ! may thy will be mine ; Into thy hand of love I 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 Saviour, as thou wilt I 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. 3 My Saviour, as thou wilt! Though seen through many a tear, Let not my star of hope Grow dim and disappear ; HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 6 Since thou on earth hast wept, And sorrowed oft alone, If I must weep with thee, My Lord, thy will be done. 4 My Saviour, 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 God, thy will be done ! Benjamin Schmolke, Tr. by Jane Borthwick, 1853. And drove thee from my breast. 5 The dearest idol I have known, Whate'er that idol be, Help me to tear it from thy throne, And worship only thee. 6 So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame ; So purer light shall mark the road, That leads me to the Lamb. Wm. Coicper (1731-1800.) 66 In distress pleading icith God. C. M. 1 Oh ! 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. 50 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 2 Pd 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 My God will pity my complaints, And heal my broken bones ; He takes the meaning of his saints, The language of their groans. 5 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 (1674-1718.) 67 A Thankful Heart. C. M- 1 Fathee, 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 (1717-1778.) HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 51 Do Prayer for Increasing Holiness. CM. 1 Oh ! for a heart to praise my God, A heart f rom sin set free ; A heart that always feels thy blood, So freely shed for me. 2 A heart resigned, submissive, meek, My great Redeemer's throne ; Where only Christ is heard to speak ; Where Jesus reigns alone. 3 A heart in every thought renewed, And full of love divine ; Holy, and right, and pure, and good, A copy, Lord, of thine. Rev. Charles Wesley (1708-1788.) oJf Calmness ffom God. C. M. 1 Calm me, my God, and keep me calm; Let thy outstretched wing Be like the shade of Elim's palm Beside her desert spring. 2 Yes, keep me calm, though loud and rude The sounds my ear that greet ; Calm in the closet's solitude ; Calm in the busy street. 3 Calm in the hour of buoyant health, And in the hour of pain, Calm in my poverty or wealth, And in my loss or gain. 4 Calm in the sufferance of wrong, Like him who bore my shame ; Calm 'mid the threatening taunting throng,. Who hate thy holy name. HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 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. Rev. Horatius Bonar (1808-1890.) 70 The Debt of Love. 1 All that I was, my sin, my guilt, My death, was all my own ; All that I am I owe to thee, My gracious God, alone. 2 The darkness of my former state, The bondage, all was mine; The light of life in which I walk, The liberty, is thine. 3 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. 4 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 (1808-1890.) 1 1 Backslider Returning. C. M. 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? HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 53 My vile ingratitude I mourn; Oh ! 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 Almighty grace, thy healing power, How glorious, how divine! That can to life and bliss restore So vile a heart as mine. 5 Thy pardoning love, so free, so sweet, Dear Saviour, I adore ; Oh ! keep me at thy sacred feet, And let me rove no more. Miss Anne Steele (1717-1778.) 4 Z Longing for Christ. C. M. 1 Oh! could I find, from day to day, A nearness to my God, Then should my hours glide sweet away, While leaning on his word. 2 Lord, I desire with thee to live, 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'll be wholly thine ; And never, never more depart, For thou art wholly mine. Benjamin Cleveland, 1790. 54 HYMNS OP DEVOTION. ii Repentance at the Cross. C. M. 1 Alas ! and did my Saviour bleed, And did my Sovereign die ? Would he devote that sacred Head For such a worm as I ? 2 Thy body slain, dear Jesus, thine, And bathed in its own blood, While all exposed to wrath divine, The glorious Sufferer stood ? 3 Was it for crimes that I had done, He groaned upon the tree ? Amazing pity! grace unknown! And love beyond degree ! 4 Well might the sun in darkness hide,. And shut his glories in, When Christ, the great Creator, died, For man, the creature's sin. 5 Thus might I hide my blushing face y While his dear cross appears ; Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, And melt my eyes to tears. 6 But drops of grief can ne'er repay The debt of love I owe : Here, Lord, I give myself away ; 'Tis all that I can do. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) I i Blessedness of the righteous. O. M. 1 Theee is a safe and secret place Beneath the wings divine, Reserved for all the heirs of grace ; Oh! be that refuge mine. HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 55 2 The least and feeblest there may bide Uninjured and una wed ; While thousands fail on every side, He rests secure in God. 3 He feeds in pastures large and fair, Of love and truth divine ; O child of God, O glory's heir, How rich a lot is thine ! 4 A hand almighty to defend, An ear for every call, An honored life, a peaceful end, And heaven to crown it all. Rev. H. F. Lyte (1793-1847.) i 5 Christian confidence and gratitude. G. M. 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 for ever thine ; Whate'er my duty bids me give, My cheerful hands resign. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 56 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. ID Impart thyself to me. C M. 1 O Lokd, impart thyself to me, No other good I need ; When thou, the Son, shalt make me free, I shall be free indeed. 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 height Of everlasting love. Rev. Charles Wesley (1708-1788.) 77 Suffered for sin. CMC. 1 Oh ! if my soul were formed for woe, How would I vent my sighs ! Repentance should like rivers flow From both my streaming eyes. 2- 'Twas for my sins my dearest Lord Hung on the cursed tree, And groaned away a dying life For thee, my soul ! for thee. HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 57 3 Oh! how I hate these lusts of mine, That crucified my Lord ; Those sins that pierced and nailed his flesh Fast to the fatal wood ! Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) iO Goofs name hallowed. 7s. 1 Holy, holy, holy Lord, In the highest heavens adored, Author of all nature's frame, Father ! hallowed be thy name. 2 Though estranged from thee in heart, Doubtless thou our Father art, From thy hand our spirits came ; Father ! hallowed be thy name. 3 Nor by nature's tie alone Thou art as our Father known ; Nearer now in Christ our claim, Father ! hallowed be thy name. 4 Born anew, oh ! may we feel Filial love, the Spirit's seal, Cleansed from guilt, redeemed from shame ; Father ! hallowed be thy name. James Montgomery (1771-1854.) iU The Incarnation. 7s. 1 God with us ! O glorious name ! Let it shine in endless fame ; God and man in Christ unite : O mysterious depth and height ! 2 God with us ! the eternal Son Took our soul, our flesh, and bone j 58 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. Now, ye saints, his grace admire, Swell the song with holy fire. 3 God with us ! O wondrous grace ! Let us see him face to face ; That we may Immanuel sing, As we ought, our God and King. Miss Sarah Slinn, 1779. 80 The Trinity. 7s. 1 Holy Father, hear our cry, Holy Saviour, bend thine ear, Holy Spirit, come thou nigh ; Father, Saviour, Spirit, hear. 2 Father, save us from our sin, Saviour, we thy mercy crave, Gracious Spirit, make us clean ; Father, Son, and Spirit, save. 3 Father, let us taste thy love, Saviour, fill our souls with peace, Spirit, come, our hearts to move ; Father, Son, and Spirit, bless. 4 Father, Son, and Spirit, thou One Jehovah, shed abroad All thy grace within us now ; Be our Father and our God. Rev. Horatius Bonar (1808-1 890.) 81 The Eternal Shepherd. 7s. 1 To thy pastures fair and large, Heavenly Shepherd, lead thy charge, And my couch, with tenderest care, Mid the springing grass prepare. HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 59 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 overspread, 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.) oi My Sins, my Saviour. 7s & 6s, D. 1 My sins, my sins, my Saviour! They take such hold on me, To hope I am not able, Save only, Christ, in thee ; In thee is all forgiveness, In thee abundant grace, My shadow and my sunshine The brightness of thy face. 2 My sins, my sins, my Saviour! How sad on thee they fall ! Seen through thy gentle patience, I tenfold feel them all. I know they are forgiven, But still, their pain to me Is all the grief and anguish They laid, my Lord, on thee. HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 3 My sins, my sins, my Saviour I Their guilt I never knew Till, with thee, in the desert I near thy passion drew ; Till, with thee, in the garden I heard thy pleading prayer, And saw the sweat-drops bloody That told thy sorrow there. 4 Therefore my songs, my Saviour,. E'en in this time of woe, Shall tell of all thy goodness To sufi'ering man below. Thy goodness and thy favor, Whose presence from above, Rejoice those hearts, my Saviour, That live in thee and love. Rev. J. B. S. Mvnsell (1811-1875.) 83 At the Door, 7s & 6s, D. 1 O Jestjs, thou art standing Outside the fast-closed door, In lowly patience waiting To pass the threshold o'er ; We bear the name of Christians, His name and sign we bear : Oh ! shame, thrice shame, upon us I 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 ; Oh ! love that passeth knowledge, So patiently to wait! Oh ! sin that hath no equal, So fast to bar the gate ! HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 61 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 nevermore. Bp. W. W. How (1823—.) 84 2" heard the voice of Jesus. C. M. D. 1 I heard the voice of Jesus say, — " Come unto me and rest; Lay down, thou weary one, lay 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 hath made me glad. 2 I heard the voice of Jesus say, — 1 ' Behold, I freely give The living water ; thirsty one, Stoop down, and drink, and live! " I came to Jesus, and I drank Of that life-giving stream ; My thirst was quench'd, my soul revived. And now I live in him. 3 I heard the voice of Jesus say, — 4 ' I am this dark world's light ; Look unto me, thy morn shall rise, And all thy day be bright! " 62 HYMN3 OF DEVOTION. I looked to Jesus, and I found In him my star, my sun ; And in that light of life I'll walk, Till travelling days are done. Rev. Horatius Bonar (1808-1890.) 85 Te Deum. 7s, D. 1 God eternal, Lord of all, Lowly at thy feet we fall ; All the world doth worship thee ; We amidst the throng would be. All the holy angels cry, Hail, thrice-holy God, most high I 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 the prophets goodly line We in mystic band 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, We with them thy cross would bear. All thy church, in heaven and earth, Jesus, hail thy spotless birth ; Seated on the judgment-throne, Number us among thine own. Tr. by Rev. J. E. Millard. HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 63 ob Lead Trie, 7s, D. 1 Jestjs, merciful and mild, Lead me as a helpless child ; On no other arm but thine Would my weary soul recline ; Thou art ready to forgive, Thou canst bid the sinner live — Guide the wanderer day by day r In the strait and narrow way. 2 Thou canst fit me by thy grace For the heavenly dwelling-place ; All thy promises are sure, Ever shall thy love endure ; Then what more could I desire, How to greater bliss aspire ? All I need in thee I see, Thou art all in all to me. 3 Jesus, Saviour, all divine, Hast thou made me truly thine ? Hast thou bought me by thy blood ? Reconciled my heart to God ? Hearken to my tender prayer ; Let me thine own image bear ; Let me love thee more and more, Till I reach heaven's blissful shore. Thomas Hastings (1784-1872.) i Come to me ! L. M„ 1 With tearful eyes I look around, Life seems a dark and stormy sea ; Yet mid the gloom I hear a sound, A heavenly whisper, i ' Come to me ! " 64 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 2 It tells me of a place of rest, It tells me where my soul may flee ; Oh ! to the weary, faint, opprest, How sweet the bidding, " Come to me! w 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 me ! " 4 Oh ! voice of mercy, voice of love, In conflict, grief and agony, Support me, cheer me from above, Arid gently whisper, ' ' Come to me ! " 5 I come ! all else must fail and die ; Earth has no resting-place for me ; To Christ I lift my weeping eye ; Thou art my hope ; I come to thee. Miss Charlotte Elliott (1789-1871.) 00 O thou, to whose all-searching sight. Jj, M. 1 O thou, to whose all-searching sigm, The darkness shineth as the light, Search, prove my heart, it pants for thee ; Oh ! 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. HTMX3 OF DEVOTION. 65 i When rising floods my soul overflow, 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 ; Oh ! let thy hand support me still, And lead me to thy holy hill. Gerhard, Tersteegen (1697-17f9.) Tr. oy Rev. John Wesley (1703-1791.) oil Longing for communion with Christ. Jm SC 1 Oh ! that I could forever 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, Oh ! 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 to highest thoughts above. 4 Thus would I live till nature fail, And all my former sins forsake ; Then rise to God within the vail, And of eternal joys partake. Mrs. Reed (1787-1862.) 66 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. U All for Jesus. 7s. 1 Take my life, and let it be Consecrated, Lord, to thee; Take my hands, and let them move At the impulse of thy love. 2 Take my feet, and let them be Swift and beautiful for thee ; Take my voice, and let me sing Always, only, for my King. 3 Take my lips, and let them be Filled with messages from thee ; Take my silver and my gold ; Not a mite would I withhold. 4 Take my love ; my Lord, I pour At thy feet its treasure-store ; Take myself, and I will be, Ever, only, all, for thee. Miss Frances Ridley Haver gal (1836-1879.) 91 God's Way Best, 7s &; 6s IX 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, f 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 r And knows the very end ; HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 6T 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 Haver gal (1836-1879.) 92 In the Hour of Trial. 6s & 5b, D. 1 In the hour of trial, Jesus, plead for me ; Lest, by base denial, I depart from thee ; When thou see'st me waver, With a look recall, Not for fear or favor Suffer me to fall. 2 With forbidden pleasures Would this vain world charm ; Or its sordid treasures Spread to work me harm ; Bring to my remembrance Sad Gethsemane, Or, in darker semblance, Cross-crown' d Calvary. 68 HYMNS OF DBVOTIOIT. 3 Should thy mercy send me Sorrow, toil, and woe; Or should pain attend me On my path below, Grant that I may never Fail thy hand to see ; Grant that I may ever Cast my care on thee. 4 When my last hour cometh, Fraught with strife and pain, When my dust returneth To the dust again ; On thy truth relying, Through that mortal strife, Jesus, take me, dying, To eternal life. James Montgomery (1771-1854.) 93 All-Sufficient Grace. L. M. 1 Let me but hear my Saviour say, u Strength shall be equal to thy day " ; Then I rejoice in deep distress, Leaning on all-sufficient grace. 2 I can do all things — or can bear All suffering, if my Lord be there ; Sweet pleasures mingle with the pains y While He my sinking head sustains. 3 I glory in infirmity, That Christ's own power may rest on me ; When I am weak, then am I strong ; Grace is my shield, and Christ my song. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) HYMNS OF DEVOTION . 69 94 lam thine. L. M. 1 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. 3 Thine would I live, thine would I die r Be thine through all eternity : The vow is past beyond repeal : Now will I set the solemn seal. 4 Here, at that cross where flowed the blood v That bought my guilty soul for God, Thee my new Master now I call, And consecrate to thee my all. Bev. Samuel Davits (1724-1761.) 95 Jesus, Saviour, pilot me. 7?, 6 L 1 Jesus, Saviour, pilot me Over life's tempestuous sea ; Unknown waves before me roll, Hiding rock and treacherous shoal ; Chart and compass come from thee ; Jesus, Saviour, pilot me. 2 As a mother stills her child, Thou canst hush the ocean wild ; Boisterous waves obey thy will, When thou sayest to them " Be still ! n Wondrous Sovereign of the sea, Jesus, Saviour, pilot me. 70 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 3 When at last I near the shore, And the fearful breakers roar 'Twixt me and the peaceful rest, Then, while leaning on thy breast, May I hear thee say to me, 1 * Fear not, I will pilot thee ! " Rev. Edward Hopper (1813-1888.) 3d Infinity of God. 0. K. 1 Gbeat God ! how infinite art thou I 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. 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 (1674-1748.) HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 71 JJl The divine perfections. CM. 1 How shall I praise the eternal God, That infinite unknown ? Who can ascend his high abode, Or venture near his throne ? 2 Those watchful eyes, that never sleep, Survey the world around ; His wisdom is a boundless deep, Where all our thoughts are drowned. 3 He knows no shadow of a change, Nor alters his decrees ; Firm as a rock his truth remains, To guard his promises. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 98 Psalm xc. C. M„ 1 O God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come ; Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home. 2 Before the hills in order stood, Or earth received her frame, From everlasting thou art God, To endless years the same. 3 A thousand ages in thy sight Are like the evening gone ; Short as the watch that ends the night, Before the rising sun. 4 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away ; They fly, forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day. 72 HYMX8 OF DEVOTION. 5 O 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.) u>9 Mysteries of Providence. CM. 1 God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform ; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. 2 Deep in unfathomable mines Of never failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will. S Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. 4 His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour ; The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower. Wm. Cowper (1731-1800.) 1.00 Changing Scenes. C. M. 1 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 My soul shall make her boast in him And celebrate his fame ; HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 73 Come, magnify the Lord with me, ■ With me exalt his name. 3 The hosts of God encamp around The dwellings of the just; Deliverance he affords to all Who on his succor trust. 4 Oh! make but trial of his love; Experience will decide How blest are they, and only they, Who in his truth confide. 5 Fear him, ye saints, and you will then Have nothing else to fear , Come, make his service your delight ; He'll make your wants his care. Tate and Brady, 1696, 10 1 Submission. C. M*. 1 Theough all the downward tracts of time, God's watchful eye surveys ; Oh ! who so wise to choose our lot, And regulate our ways ? 2 I cannot doubt his bounteous love, Immeasurably kind; To his unerring, gracious will, Be every wish resigned. 3 Good when he gives, supremely good, Nor less when he denies ; E'en crosses, from his sovereign hand, Are blessings in disguise. Hervey^ 74 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. \i)Z At Eve it shall be Light. C. 1& 1 We journey through a vale of tears, By many a cloud o'er cast; And worldly cares and worldly fears Go with us to the last. 2 Not to the last: God's word hath said, — Could we but read aright, — " Poor pilgrim, lift in hope thy head, At eve it shall be light." 3 When tempest clouds are dark on high, His bow of love and peace Shines sweetly on the vaulted sky, A pledge that storms shall cease. 4 Hold on thy way, with hope unchilled, By faith and not by sight, And thou shalt own his word fulfilled : At eve it shall be light. Bernard Barton (1784-1849.) 108 The Mercy Seat. C. A! 1 Theee is a heavenly mercy seat, To calm the sinner's fears ; There is a Saviour, at whose feet The mourner dries his tears. 2 When friends depart, and hopes are riven, And gathering storms I see, My soul is but the sooner driven, Eternal Rock, to thee. Anon, HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 75 104 Sovereignty of God. C. M, 1 Our times are in thy hand; O God, we wish them there ; Our life, our friends, our souls, we leave Entirely to thy care. 2 Our times are in thy hand, Whatever they may be, Pleasing or painful, dark or bright, As best may seem to thee. 3 Our times are in thy hand, Why should we doubt or fear? A father's hand will never cause His child a needless tear. 4 Our times are in thy hand,. Jesus, the crucified: The hand our many sins have pierced Is now our guard and guide. Rev. Horatius Bonar (1S0&-189O.) 105 Value of Present Time. S. ML 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 ; Oh ! make thy servants truly wise, That they may live to-day. 3 Since on this winged hour Eternity is hung, Waken by thy almighty power The aged and the young. 76 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 4 One thing demands our care ; Oh ! be it still pursued, Lest, slighted once, the season fair Should never be renewed. To Jesus may we fly, Swift as the morning light, Lest life's young golden beam should die, In sudden, endless night. Rev. Philip Doddridge (1702-1751.) 106 Psalm xxiii. S. M. 1 The Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied ; Since he is mine, and I am his, What can I want beside ? 2 He leads me to the place Where heavenly pasture grows, Where living waters gently pass, And full salvation flows. 3 If e'er I go astray, He doth 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 Amid surrounding foes Thou dost my table spread ; Jly cup with blessings overflows, And joy exalts my head. HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 77 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.) 107 The Mourner Comforted. 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 love 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 through The midnight of the soul. 6 Blest is the man, God, That stays himself on thee ; Who waits for thy salvation, Lord> Shall thy salvation see. Rev. A. M. Toplady (1740-1778.) 78 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. l"o Doxology. S. M. Give to the Father praise, Give glory to the Son, And to the Spirit of his grace Be equal honors done. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) It! If The promises precious . lis, 1 How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, Is laid for your faith in his excellent word I What more can he say than to you he hath said, You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled ? 2 In every condition, in sickness, in health, In poverty's vale, or abounding in wealth, At home, and abroad, on the land, on the sea, 4 'As thy days may demand, shall thy strength ever be." 3 " Fear not, I am with thee, Oh! be not dis- mayed, I, I am thy God, and will still give thee aid ; I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand, Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand. 4 "When through 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. HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 79 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." Geo. Keith, 1787. 110 God? s Sovereignty. 7s. 1 Soveeeign Ruler of the skies, Ever gracious, ever wise, All my times are in thy hand, All events at thy command. 2 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 ,• Ail must come, and last, and end, As shall please my heavenly Friend. 4 Thee at all times will I bless ; Having thee, I all possess ; How can I bereaved be, Since I cannot part with thee, John Ryland. 1777. 80 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. Ill Support in trial. 7s,. 1 Oft in danger, oft in woe, Onward, Christians, onward go ; Bear the toil, maintain the strife, Strengthened with the Bread of life. 2 Let not sorrow dim your eye, Soon shall every tear be dry ; Let not fear your course impede, Great your strength, if great your need. 3 Let your drooping hearts be glad ; March, in heavenly armor clad; Fight, nor think the battle long ; Soon shall victory wake your song. 4 Onward, then, to glory move, More than conquerors ye shall prove; Though opposed by many a foe, Christian soldiers, onward go. H. K. White (—1806.) Il<£ Jesus, Jesus, visit me. 7%. 1 Jesus, Jesus, visit me, How my soul longs after thee ! "When, my best, my dearest Friend, Shall our separation end ? 2 Lord, my longings never cease; Without thee I find no peace ; 'Tis my constant cry to thee, Jesus, Jesus, visit me. 3 Come, inhabit then my heart, Purge its sin and heal its smart- See, I ever cry to thee, Jesus, Jesus, visit me. HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 81 4 Patiently I wait thy day ; For this gift alone I pray, That when death shall visit me, Thou my light and life shall be. Angelus (—^677;, Tr. by Rev. B. P. Dunn* II O Thine forever, 1b~ 1 Thine for ever! God of love, Hear us from thy throne above I Thine for ever may we be, Here and in eternity ! 2 Thine for ever! oh! how blest They who find in thee their rest ! Saviour, Guardian, heavenly Friend,. Oh ! defend us to the end. 3 Thine for ever ! Saviour, keep These, thy frail and trembling sheep ; Safe alone beneath thy care, Let us all thy goodness share. 4 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. M. F. Maude, 1848. 114 Gratitude, lu ML 1 My God, how endless is thy love ! Thy gifts are every evening new ; And morning mercies from above, Gently distill like early dew. 2 Thou spread' st the curtains of the night, ^reat Guardian of my sleeping hours; 6 82 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 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 thine hand Demand perpetual songs of praise. Rev. Isaac Watts (16i4-1748.) 115 Psalm 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 Oh ! 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. 3 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. 4 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, Whose hope, still hovering round thy word, Would light on some sweet promise there, Some sure support against despair. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) lib Prayer for reviving influences. L. M. 1 Come, sacred Spirit, from above, And fill the coldest heart with love ; Soften to flesh the flinty stone, And let thy Godlike power be known. HYMNS OF DEVOTION. «& 2 Speak thou, and from the haughtiest eyes Shall floods of pious sorrow rise; While all their glowing souls are borne, To seek that grace which now they scorn. 3 Oh! let a holy flock await, Numerous, around thy temple gate ; Each pressing on, with zeal, to be A living sacrifice to thee. 4 In answer to our fervent cries, Give us to see thy church arise ; Or, if that blessing seems too great, Give us to mourn its low estate. Rev. Philip Doddridge (1702-1751.) Ill Prayer for faith. G. ML 1 Oh ! 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, Can 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 That bears unmoved the worlds dread. frown, ' Nor heeds its scornful smile ; That sin's wild ocean cannot drown, Nor its soft arts beguile.. 84 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 5 A faith that keeps the narrow way By truth restrained and led, And with a pure and heavenly ray, Lights up a dying bed. Rev. W. H. Bathurst (1796-1877.) 118 Thy will he done. CM 1 How sweet to be allowed to pray To God, the holy one, With filial love and truth to say, ' < O God, thy will be done. " "2 Here in these sacred words we find A cure for every ill ; They calm and soothe the troubled mind, And bid all care be still. 3 Oh ! could my heart thus ever pray, Thus imitate thy Son ! Teach me, O God, with truth to say, " Thy will, not mine, be done." Social Choir. 119 Prayer for resignation. CM, 1 Thotj boundless Source of every good, Our best desires fulfil ; Help us adore thy wondrous grace, And mark thy sovereign will. 2 Teach us, in time of deep distress, To own thy hand, O God ; And in submissive silence learn The lessons of thy rod. 3 In every changing scene of life, Whatever that scene may be, Give us a meek and humble mind, A mind at peace with thee. HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 85 4 Then shall we close our eyes in death, Free from distracting care, For death is life — and labor rest, If thou art with us there. Rev. Philip Doddridge (1702-1751.) IZ\) Goodness of Divine Providence. CM. 1 Whilst thee I seek, Protecting Power, Be my vain wishes stilled And may this consecrated hour With better hopes be filled. 2 Thy love the power of thought bestowed ; To thee my thoughts would soar ; Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed ; That mercy I adore. 3 In each event of life, how clear Thy ruling hand I see ; Each blessing to my soul, most dear, Because conferred by thee. 4 In every joy that crowns my days, In every pain I bear, My heart shall find delight in praise, Or seek relief in prayer. 5 When gladness wings the favored hour, Thy love my thoughts shall fill ; Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower, My soul shall meet thy will. 6 My lifted eye, without a tear, The gathering storm shall see ; My steadfast heart shall know no fear ; That heart will rest on thee. Miss Helen M. Williams (1763-1827.) 86 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 1^1 Sweet is the memory. G. M. 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 ne'er confines His goodness to the skies ; Through the whole earth his bounty 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 I How slow thine anger moves I But soon he sends his pardoning word To cheer the souls he loves. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674- 1748.) \ZZ God calling yet. 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 ! and shall he knock, And I my heart the closer lock ? He still is waiting to receive, And shall I dare his Spirit grieve ? 3 God calling yet ! and shall I give No heed, but still in bondage live ? HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 87 X wait, but he does not forsake ; Ho calls me still ; my heart, awake ! 4 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 (1697-17fi0,) Tr. by Miss Jane Borthvrick, 1854. I io Evening Hymn. L. M 1 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. 5 Much of my time has run to waste, And I, perhaps, am near my home ; But he forgives my follies past ; He gives me strength for days to come. 2 I lay my body down to sleep, Peace is the pillow for my head ; While well appointed angels keep Their watchful stations round my bed. 4 Thus, when the night of death shall come, My flesh shall rest beneath the ground, And wait thy voice to rouse the tomb, With sweet salvation in the sound. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 1/&4 Hope for the suffering. L. M. 1 Oh ! deem not they are blest alone Whose lives a peaceful tenor keep ; For God, who pities man, has shown A blessing for the eyes that weep. 88 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 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 'Ror 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. 5 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. Wm. Cullen Bryant (1794-1878.) H& Christian walking by faith. L. 3ML 1 'Tis 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. 3 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, HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 89 Though lions roar, and tempests blow, And rocks and dangers fill the way. 4 So Abram, 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 (1674-1748.) IZb Consolations in sickness. C. M, 1 When languor and disease invade This trembling house of clay, 'Tis sweet to look beyond my pains, And long to fly away. 2 Sweet to reflect how grace divine My sins on Jesus laid ; Sweet to remember that his blood My debt of suffering paid. 3 Sweet on his righteousness to stand, Which saves from second death ; Sweet to experience, day by day, His Spirit's quickening breath. 4 Sweet in the confidence of faith, To trust his firm decrees ; Sweet to lie passive in his hands, And know no will but his. 5 If such the sweetness of the streams, What must the fountain be, Where saints and angels draw their bliss Immediately from thee. Rev. A. M. Toplady (1740-1778.) 90 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. I Z I Prayer for assurance. C. M, 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 my 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 (1674-1748.) M.AO No tears in heaven. CM. 1 What if our bark, o'er life's rough wave, By adverse winds be driven, And howling tempests round us rave — There are no tears in heaven. 2 What though affliction be our lot, Our hearts with anguish riven, Still let it never be forgot — There are no tears in heaven. 3 Our sweetest joys here vanish all, And fade like hues at even ,- HYMNS OF DEVOTION. $1 Our fairest hopes like flowers fall — There are no tears in heaven. 4 Thou, God, our Joy and Rest shalt be, And sorrow far be driven ; And sin and death forever flee — There are no tears in heaven. Hunter's Sel. Mel. 129 Psalm xxiit ait 1 The Lord's my Shepherd, I'll not want; He makes me down to lie In pastures green ; he leadeth me The quiet waters by. 2 My soul he doth restore again, And me to walk doth make Within the paths of righteousness, E'en for his own name's sake. 3 Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale r Yet will I fear no ill ; For thou art with me, and thy rod And staff me comfort still. 4 My table thou hast furnished In presence of my foes ; My head thou dost with oil anoint, And my cup overflows. 5 Goodness and mercy all my life, Shall surely follow me ; And in God's house for evermore My dwelling-place shall be. Rev. Francis Bouse (1579-1658.) 92 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 13 V Evening prayer, C. M, 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. 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 H. Brown (1783-1861.) Psalm exxxix. C. M„ 131 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 Thy all-surrounding sight surveys My rising and my rest, HYMXS OF DEVOTION. 9£ 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 Oh! wondrous knowledge, deep and high. Where can a creature hide ; Within thy circling arms I lie, Enclosed on every side. 5 So let thy grace surround me still, And like a bulwark prove, To guard my soul from every ill, Secured by sovereign love. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 132 Bethel. 6s & 4s. 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 a wanderer, The sun gone down, Darkness be over me, My rest a stone, Yet in my dreams I'd be Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee ! 3J4 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 3 Then with my waking thoughts Bright with thy praise, Out of my stony griefs Bethel I'll raise ; So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee. 4 Or if, on joyful wing, Cleaving the sky, Sun, moon, and stars forgot, Upward I fly, Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee. Mrs. Sarah Flower Adams (1805-1848.) l&O Ever with the Lord. 6s 4 4s. 1 Evee, my Lord, with thee, Ever with thee ! Through all eternity Thy face to see! I count this heaven, to be Ever, my Lord, with thee, Ever with thee. :2 Fair is Jerusalem, All of pure gold, Garnished with many a gem Of worth untold : I only ask, to be JCver, my Lord, with thee, Ever with thee. HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 95 3 River of life there flows As crystal clear ; The tree of life there grows For healing near ; But this crowns all, to be Ever, my Lord, with thee, Ever with thee. 4 No curse is there, no night, No grief, no fear ; Thy smile fills heaven with light, Dries every tear : What rapture there to be Ever, my Lord, with thee, Ever with thee. Abraham Coles, M. D., (1813-1891.) From " The Microcosm and other Poems," by per. Id 4 Angels watching over us. 8s. 1 Inspieer and hearer of prayer, Thou Shepherd and Guardian of thine, My all to thy covenant care I, sleeping and waking, resign. 2 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. 3 Thy ministering spirits descend, And watch while thy saints are asleep ; By day and by night they attend, The heirs of salvation to keep. 96 HTMXS OF DEVOTION. 4 Bright seraphs, despatched from the throne, Fly swift to their stations assign' d; And angels elect are sent down, To guard the redeemed of mankind- 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. 6 I, too, at the season ordained, Their chorus forever shall join, And love and adore, without end, Their gracious Creator and mine. Rev. A. M. Toplady (1740-177-8.) It>£) Abide thou with us. 8s. 1 O Jesus, Saviour, sweet Desire Of all the saints, those who aspire To find life's pleasures in thy love, Till comes the grander life above ; .2 O Jesus, Saviour, deign to meet With us around thy mercy-seat ; And with thy Holy Spirit's power, To bless us in this favored hour. 3 O Jesus, Saviour, all our hope, While thro' life's clouded maze we grope, Be thou the light within our hearts, And give the strength that faith imparts. 4 O Jesus, Saviour, grant us grace To know, and love, and seek thy face, To feel all else beside is small, And thou alone our all in all. HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 97 5 O Jesus, Saviour, come, abide Forever constant at our side, That we may surer choose the way That leadeth unto endless day. Robert WJiittet, 1891, Uto Watch and pray. 7s & 3s. 1 " Christian! seek not yet repose," Hear thy loving Saviour say ; Thou art in the midst of foes ; "Watch and pray." 2 Principalities and powers, Mustering their unseen array, Wait for thy unguarded hours ; 1 ' Watch and pray." 3 Gird thy heavenly armor on, Wear it ever, night and day ; Ambushed lies the evil one ; " Watch and pray." 4 Hear the victors who overcame ; Still they mark each warrior's way; All with one sweet voice exclaim, " Watch and pray." 5 Hear, above all, hear thy Lord, Him thou lovest to obey ; Hide within thy heart his word % " Watch and pray." 6 Watch, as if on that alone Hung the issue of the day ; Pray that help may be sent down ; " Watch and pray." 7 Miss Charlotte Elliott (1789-1871 J 98 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. ID I Adoration. 8s, 5s, 4s & 3s, 1 Angel voices, ever singing, Round thy throne of light, Angel harps, forever ringing, Rest not day nor night ; Thousands only live to bless thee, And confess thee Lord of might! 2 Thou, who art beyond the farthest Mortal eye can scan, — Can it be that thou regardest Songs of sinful man? Can we know that thou art near us, And wilt hear us ? Yea, we can. 3 In thy house, great God, we offer Of thine own to thee ; And for thine acceptance proffer, All unworthily, Hearts and minds and hands and voices, In our choicest Psalmody. 4 Honor, glory, might, and merit, Thine shall ever be, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, Blessed Trinity! Of the best that thou hast given, Earth and heaven Render thee. Rev. Francis Pott, 1861. HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 99 I tSo Days and moments. 83 & 7s. 1 Days and moments quickly flying Blend the living with the dead : Soon will you and I be lying Each within our narrow bed. 2 Soon our souls to God who gave them Will have sped their rapid flight : Able now by grace to save them, Oh! that while we can we might! S Jesus, Infinite Redeemer, Maker of this mighty frame, Teach, oh! teach us to remember What we are, and whence we came. 4 Whence we came, and whither wending, Soon we must through darkness go, To inherit bliss unending, Or eternity of woe. Rev. Edward Caswall (1814-1878.) lit) / Sun of Righteousness. L. M. 1 On! Sun of Righteousness divine, On us with beams of mercy shine ; Chase the dark clouds of guilt away, And turn our darkness into day. 2 While mourning o'er our guilt and shame, And asking mercy in thy name, Dear Saviour, cleanse us with thy blood, And be our advocate with God. 3 Sustain when sinking in distress, And guide us through this wilderness ; Teach our low thoughts from earth to rise, And lead us onward to the skies. Anon. 100 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 1 40 Pleading for Mercy. L. M. 1 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 oppressed ; Christ and his cross my only plea : O God, be merciful to me! 3 Far off I stand, with tearful eyes, ISTor 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 r 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 Etvin (1797-1873.) 141 Wlien thou art converted. L. M, 1 Loed, speak to me, that I may speak In living echoes of thy tone ; As thou hast sought, so let me seek Thy erring children lost and lone. 2 Oh ! lead me, Lord, that I may lead The wandering and the wavering feet; Oh ! feed me, Lord, that I may feed Thy hungering ones with manna sweet. HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 101 3 Oh ! give thine own sweet rest to ine, That I may speak with soothing power A word in season, as from thee, To weary ones in needful hour. 4 Oh ! fill me with thy fullness, Lord, Until my very heart o'er flow, In kindling thought and glowing word, Thy love to tell, thy praise to show. Miss Frances Ridley Havergal (1836-1879.) 142 Land of Holy Light. 8s & 7s , D. 1 Blessed country, home of Jesus, Oh ! thou Land of Holy Light, Lit with flame of sacred story, Gleaming through the world's dark night, Throw upon our life's deep shadows Beams to cheer our onward way ; In the time of doubt and sorrow, Point us to the cloudless day. 2 Show us him who is the brightness Of thy long enduring fame. Him who gave thy hills the glory Of his own immortal name ; Let us see the shining Presence Which, in luminous attire, Prophets and apostles worshipped On the mount of heavenly fire. 3 Land of sacred brook and river, Holy hill and solemn sea, May thy very dust and ruins Tell us, while we think of thee, 102 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. Wondrous tales of love and blessing, That our souls may not repine ; How were healed the sick and sorrowing By the lonely Man divine. 4 Show us now in holiest visions Him who wept and prayed and died In the garden, on the mountain, — Show us Christ, the crucified : Lead us to him in the morning, Clad in resurrection might ; Bring us near our glorious Saviour, Oh ! thou Land of Holy Light. Rev. Robert P. Kerr, 1891. 1 43 Worthy the Lamb. L. M. 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 Honor immortal must be paid Instead of scandal and of scorn ; While glory shines around his head, And a bright crown without a thorn. 4 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 (1674-i748.) HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 103 144 Chief object of a believer's love, 8s, D. 1 How tedious and tasteless the hours, When Jesus no longer I see ; [flowers, Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet Have lost all their sweetness to me ; The midsummer sun shines but dim, The fields strive in vain to look gay ; But when I am happy in him, December's as pleasant as May. 2 His name yields the richest perfume, And sweeter than music his voice ; His presence disperses my gloom, And makes all within me rejoice ; I should, were he always thus nigh, Have nothing to wish or to fear ; No mortal so happy as I, My summer would last all the year. 3 Content with beholding his face, My all to his pleasure resigned, No changes of season or place Would make any change in my mind. While blessed with a sense of his love, A palace a toy would appear ; And prisons would palaces prove, If Jesus would dwell with me there. 4 Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine, If thou art my sun and my song, Say, why do I languish and pine, And why are my winters so long ? Oh ! drive these dark clouds from my sky, Thy soul-cheering presence restore ; Or take me unto thee on high, Where winter and clouds are no more. Rev. John Newton (1725-1807.) 104 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 140 My gracious Redeemer. 8s, D. 1 My gracious Redeemer I love ; His praises aloud I'll proclaim ; And join with the armies above, To shout his adorable name. To gaze on his glories divine Shall be my eternal employ ; To see them incessantly shine, My boundless, ineffable joy. 2 He freely redeemed with his blood My soul from the confines of hell, To live on the smiles of my God, And in his sweet presence to dwell. To shine with the angels in light, With saints and with seraphs to sing, To view with eternal delight My Jesus, my Saviour, my King ! Rev. Benj. Francis (1734-1799.) 14 b Divine light. 7s & 6s, D. 1 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 : HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 105 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 should bear, Though all the fields should wither, Nor flocks nor herds be there ; Yet God the same abiding, His grace shall tune my voice ; For while in him confiding, I cannot but rejoice. Wm. Cowper (1731-1800.) 147 God first chose me. 7s & 6s t D. 1 *Tis not that I did choose thee, For, Lord, that could not be ; This heart would still refuse thee ; But thou hast chosen me ; Thou from the sin that stained me, Hast cleansed and set me free, Of old thou hast ordained me, That I should live to thee. 106 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 2 'Twas sovereign mercy called me, And taught rny opening mind ■ The world had else enthralled me, To heavenly glories blind : My heart owns none before thee ; For thy rich grace I thirst; This knowing, if I love thee, Thou must have loved me first. Josiah Cander (1789-1855.) 14 8 The Lord's Pity. S. M, 1 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 every 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 (1674-1748.) HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 107 I4U Suffering Saviour. S. M. 1 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, oh ! 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. B. Beddome (1717-1795.) 150 Adoption. S. M. 1 Behold what wondrous grace The Father has bestowed On sinners of a mortal race, To call them sons of God. 2 A hope so much divine, May trials well endure, 3Iay purge our souls from sense and sin, As Christ the Lord is pure. 3 If in my Father's love I share a filial part, Send down thy Spirit like a dove, To rest upon my heart. 4 We would no longer lie Like slaves beneath the throne ; My faith shall Abba, Father, cry, And thou the kindred own. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 108 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 151 Doxology. S. M. The Father and the Son And Spirit we adore ; We praise, we bless, we worship thee, Both now and evermore ! Psalm xlii. C. M. 152 1 As pants the hart for cooling streams, When heated in the chase ; So longs my soul, O God, for thee, And thy refreshing grace. 2 For thee, my God, the living God, My thirsty soul doth pine ; Oh ! when shall I behold thy face, Thou Majesty divine ? 3 Why restless, why cast down, my soul ? Trust God, and he'll employ His aid for thee, and change these sighs To thankful hymns of joy. 4 Why restless, why cast down, my soul? Hope still, and thou shalt sing The praise of him who is thy God, Thy health's eternal spring. Rev. H. F. Lyte (1793-1&17.) IDd Triumph in Christ. C. M. 1 In every trouble, sharp and strong, My soul to Jesus flies ; My anchor-hold is firm in him, When swelling billows rise. HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 109 2 His comforts bear my spirits up, I trust a faithful God ; The sure foundation of my hope Is in a Saviour's blood. 3 Loud hallelujahs sing, my soul, To thy Redeemer's name ; In joy, in sorrow, life and death, His love is still the same. Coombs. 154 Psalm lxiii. C. M. 1 Eaely, my God, without delay, I haste to seek thy face ; My thirsty spirit faints away, Without thy cheering grace. 2 I've seen thy glory and thy power Through all thy temples shine ; My God, repeat that heavenly hour, That vision so divine. S Not life itself, with all its joys, Can my best passions move, Or raise so high my cheerful voice, As thy forgiving love. 4 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 (1674-1748.) 110 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 155 Guide me. 8s, 7s & 4s, 6 1. 1 Guide me, oh! thou great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land ; I am weak, but thou art mighty ; Hold me with thy powerful hand : Bread of heaven ! Feed me till I want no more. 2 Open thou the crystal fountain, Whence the healing streams do flow ; Let the fiery, cloudy pillar Lead me all my journey through : Strong Deliverer I Be thou still my Strength and Shield. 3 When I tread the verge of Jordan, Bid my anxious fears subside ; Bear me through the swelling current. Land me safe on Canaan's side : Songs of praises I will ever give to thee. Rev. Peter Williams (1719-1796.) leH) Saviour ! keep us. 8s, 7s & 4s, 6 L 1 God of our salvation ! hear us ; Bless, oh! bless us, ere we go ; When we join the world, be near us, Lest we cold and careless grow. Saviour ! keep us, Keep us safe from every foe. 2 As our steps are drawing nearer To our everlasting home, May our view of heaven grow clearer, Hope more bright of joys to come : And, when dying, May thy presence cheer the gloom. Rev. Thomas Kelly (1769-1855.) HYMNS OF DEVOTION. Ill ID I Guard us, guide «*. 8s, 7s & 4a, 6 1. 1 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.) 158 Love Divine. 8s & 7s, D. 1 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. 112 EVMXS OF DEVOTION. 2 Breathe, oh ! breathe thy loving Spirit Into every troubled breast! Let us all in thee inherit, Let us find thy promised rest: Come, Almighty to deliver, Let us all thy life receive ! Speedily return, and never, Never more thy temples leave I 3 Finish then thy new creation, Pure, unspotted may we be ; Let us see our whole salvation Perfectly secured by 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 (1708-1788.) 159 Revival. 8s & 7s, 61 1 Saviour! visit thy plantation, Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain ; All will come to desolation Unless thou return .again. Lord, revive us, Lord, revive us, All our help must come from thee. 2 Keep no longer at a distance, Shine upon us from on high, Lest, from want of thine assistance, Every plant should droop and die. Lord, revive us, etc. 3 Let our mutual love be fervent, Make us prevalent in prayers ; HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 118 Let each one esteemed thy servant Shun the world's bewitching snares. Lord, revive us, etc. 4 Break the tempter's fatal power; Turn the stony heart to flesh ; And begin from this good hour To revive thy work afresh. Lord, revive us, etc. Rev. John Newton (1725-1807.) 160 Doxolngy. 8s, & 7s D. May the grace of Christ our Saviour, And the Father's boundless love, With the Holy Spirit's favor, Rest upon us from above. Thus may we abide in union With each other and the Lord, And possess, in sweet communion, Joys which earth cannot afford. Rev. John Xewton (1725-1807, > 161 Going to Christ. 8s & 7s, D 1 Take me, oh! my Father, take me! Take me, save me, through thy Son; That which thou wouldst have me, make me. Let thy will in me be done. 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 ! 8 114 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 5 Fruitless years with grief recalling, Humbly I confess my sin ; At thy feet, O Father, falling, To thy household take me in. Freely now to thee I proffer This relenting heart of mine ; Freely life and soul I offer — Gift unworthy love like thine. 3 Once the world's Redeemer, dying, Bare our sins upon the tree On that sacrifice relying, Now I look in hope to thee. 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-1887.) \bZ Saviour, hast thoufied? 8s & 7s, D. 1 Saviour, hast thou fled for ever From my tempest-riven breast? Will thy gracious Spirit never Come and cheer and make me blest? Long, dear Lord, in silent sorrow, I have sighed to taste thy love ; Hoping on some sweet to-morrow, Thou wouldst all my guilt remove. 52 Peace, my soul, the Saviour hears thee, He will chase thy fears away ; 'Tis his gracious presence cheers thee, Turning darkness into day. HYMXS OF DEVOTION. 115 Precious Saviour, have I found thee? Wilt thou then my portion be ? Spread thy sheltering arm around me, Let me lean alone on thee. 3 Through this world, so dark and dreary, Be my constant Friend and Guide ; Hungry, thirsty, faint, and weary, Keep me ever near thy side. Blessed be his name for ever, ' For his pardoning grace to me ; Sinners, doubt his promise never, Jesus' love is full and free. Mrs. McCarUe. lod Truly the light is sweet. 6s & 53, D_ 1 Summer suns are glowing Over land and sea ; Happy light is flowing, Bountiful and free. Everything rejoices In the mellow rays ; All earth's thousand voices Swell the psalm of praise. 2 God's free mercy streameth Over all the world, And his banner gleameth. Everywhere unfurled. Broad and deep and glorious,. As the heaven above. Shines in might victorious His eternal love. 116 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 3 Lord, upon our blindness Thy pure radiance pour ; For thy loving-kindness, Make us love thee more. And, when clouds are drifting Dark across our sky, Then, the veil uplifting, Father, be thou nigh. 4 We will never doubt thee, Though thou veil thy light : Life is dark without thee ; Death with thee is bright. Light of light ! shine o'er us On our pilgrim way ; Go thou still before us To the endless day. Bp. W. W. How (1823 — .) 164 The final struggle. 8s & 7b, D 1 Taery with me, oh ! my Saviour, For the day is passing by ; See ! the shades of evening gather, And the night is drawing nigh ; Deeper, deeper grow the shadows, Paler now the glowing west ; Swift the night of death advances ; Shall it be the night of rest ? 2 Lonely seems the vale of shadow ; Sinks my heart with troubled fear ; Give me faith for clearer vision, Speak thou, Lord! in words of cheer; HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 117 Let me hear thy voice of meTcy, Calming all these wild alarms ; Let me, underneath my weakness, Feel the everlasting arms. 3 Feeble, trembling, fainting, dying, Lord ! I cast myself on thee ; Tarry with me through the darkness, While I sleep, still watch by me. Tarry with me, oh ! my Saviour, Lay my head upon thy breast Till the morning ; then awake me — Morning of eternal rest ! Mrs. Caroline S. Smith (1827 — .) Ifet) Excellence of religion. C. M. 1 Religion is the chief concern Of mortals here below ; May I its great importance learn, Its sovereign virtue know. 2 More needful this than glittering wealth, Or aught the world bestows ; Nor reputation, food nor health Can give us such repose. 3 Religion should our thoughts engage Amidst our youthful bloom ; 'Twill fit us for declining age, And for the awful tomb. 4 Oh ! may my heart, by grace renewed, Be my Redeemer's throne ; And be my stubborn will subdued, His government to own. 118 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 5 Let deep repentance, faith, and love, Be joined with godly fear ; And all my conversation prove My heart to be sincere. Rev. John Fawcett (1739-1817.) 166 The Way, Truth, and Life. C M, 1 Thou art the Way, — to thee alone From sin and death we nee ; And he who would the Father seek, Must seek him, Lord, in thee. 2 Thou art the Truth, — thy word alone True wisdom can impart ; Thou only canst instruct the mind, And purify the heart. 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 Life ; Grant us to know that way, That truth to keep, that life to win, Which lead to endless day. Bishop G. W. Doane (1789-1859.) It>4 Longing for heaven. CM. 1 Father, I long, I faint to see The place of thine abode : I'd leave thine earthly courts, and flee Up to thy seat, my God. HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 119 2 Td part with all the joys of sense, To gaze upon thy throne : Pleasure springs fresh for ever thence, Unspeakable, unknown. 3 There all the heavenly hosts are seen ; In shining ranks they move, And drink immortal vigor in, With wonder and with love. 4 The more thy glories strike my eyes, The humbler I shall lie ; Thus while I sink my joys shall rise Immeasurably high. Rev. Isaac Watts (167^-1748.) 168 Doxology. C. M. To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, One God, whom we adore, Ee glory, as it was, is now, And shall be evermore. Tate and Brady, 1696. loJI Child, your Father calls. 7a, D. 1 Brethren, while we sojourn here, Fight we must, but should not fear ; Foes we 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 ; 120 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 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.) 170 Tlwu art my Rode. 7f, r, 1 Loed, 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. HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 121 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 ; Let my heart to thee be true, And thus peaceful, calm, and still. Rev. August Hermann Frank?, (1663-1727.) Tr, by Miss Catherine Wink worth (1829-1878.) Ill Lenta thou ma on. 10s & 4s, 6 1. 1 Lead, kindly Light! amid the encircling gloom, Lead thou me on ; 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 Should' st lead me on; I loved to choose and see my path ; but now Lead thou me on; I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will. Remember not past years. 3 So long thy power has blessed 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 angel faces smile Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile. Rev. J. H. Newman (1801-1890.) 122 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. WZ Saviour, comfort me. 7s & 5a, 1 In the dark and cloudy day, When earth's riches flee away, And the last hope will not stay, Saviour, comfort me ! 2 When the secret idol's gone, That my poor heart yearned upon-, Desolate, bereft, alone, Saviour, comfort me. 3 Thou, who wast so sorely tried, In the darkness crucified, Bid me in thy love confide ; Saviour, comfort me ! 4 Comfort me ; I am cast down ; 'Tis my heavenly Father's frown ; I deserve it all, I own; Saviour, comfort me ! 5 So it shall be good for me, Much afflicted now to be, If thou wilt but tenderly, Saviour, comfort me ! Rev. George Rawson (1S06-1889.) i io Alone with Jesus. L. M. 1 Alone with Jesus ! Oh ! how sweet To bow before the mercy-seat And give myself anew in prayer To him who saith, " I'll meet thee there." HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 123 2 Alone with Jesus ! Oh ! how blest The soul that doth in Jesus rest ; Who knows that he is always near, And ever waits his saints to hear. 3 Alone with Jesus ! Oh ! how full He sweetly fills the hungry soul ; With heavenly food he will supply His needy children when they cry. 4 Alone with Jesus every day, To wait, give thanks, and praise and pray ; I find no spot on earth so sweet As that dear place, the mercy-seat. M. M. Phinney, a blind girl. Vi i Clinging to Christ. 8s & 6s. 1 O Holy Saviour ! Friend unseen, Since on thine arm thou bid'st me lean, Help me, throughout life's changing scene, By faith to cling to thee ! 2 Without a murmur I dismiss My former dreams of earthly bliss ; My joy, my recompense be this, Each hour to cling to thee ! 3 What though the world deceitful prove, And earthly friends and hopes remove ; With patient, uncomplaining love, Still would I cling to thee. 4 Though oft I seem to tread alone Life's dreary waste, with thorns o'ergrown, Thy voice of love, in gentlest tone, Still whispers, " Cling to me ! " 124 HYMXS OF DEVOTION. 5 Though faith and hope are often tried, I ask not, need not, aught beside ; So safe, so calm, so satisfied, The soul that clings to thee ! Miss Charlotte Elliott (1780-1S71.) I iD Looking to God in trouble. C. M 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 oh ! 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 Hast thou not bid me seek thy face ? And shall I seek in vain ? And can the ear of sovereign grace Be deaf when I complain ? 6 Thy mercy-seat is open still, Here let my soul retreat ; With humble hope attend thy will, And wait beneath thy feet. Miss Annie Steele (1717-1778. > HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 125 17 b My Springs in thee. L. M. 1 Fountain of grace, rich, full, and free, "What need I that is not in thee ? Full pardon, strength to meet the day r And peace which none can take away. 2 Doth sickness fill my heart with fear, 'Tis sweet to know that thou art near ; Am I with dread of justice tried, 'Tis sweet to know that Christ hath died. 3 In life, thy promises of aid Forbid my heart to be afraid ; In death peace gently vails my eyes, — Christ rose, and I shall surely rise. James Edmeston (1791-1887.) Ill Access by One Spirit to the Father. L. M. 1 Come, Holy Ghost, and through each heart The fulness of thy glory pour ; "Who, with the Son and Father, art One Godhead, blest forevermore. 2 So shall our soul and voice conspire Thy praise eternal to resound ; So shall thy love our hearts inspire r And kindle every heart around. 3 Father of mercies, hear our cry ; Hear us, oh ! sole-begotten Son ; Hear us, O Holy Ghost most high, One God, while endless ages run. Tr, Edward CaswalL 126 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. llO Doxclogy, Ii. 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.) -179 Prayer, C. M. 1 Prater is the soul's sincere desire, Unuttered or expressed ; 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. A Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice Returning from his ways, While angels in their songs rejoice And say, " Behold, he prays." ■5 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air, His watchword at the gate of death : — He enters heaven with prayer. James Montgomery (1771-1854.) HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 12T 180 Even Me. & & 7b- 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, even me, Let thy blessing fall on me. 2 Pass me not, oh ! gracious Father ! Sinful though my heart may be ; Thou might' st leave me, but the rather Let thy mercy fall on me, Even me, even me, etc. 3 Pass me not, oh ! tender Saviour ! Let me love and cling to thee ; • I am longing for thy favor ; Whilst thou art calling, oh ! call me, Even me, even me, etc. 4 Pass me not, oh ! mighty Spirit ! Thou canst make the blind to see ; Witnesser of Jesus' merit, Speak the word of power to me, Even me, even me, etc. 5 Love of God, so pure and changeless ; Blood of Christ, so rich and free : Grace of God, so strong and boundless ; — - Magnify them all in me, Even me, even me, etc. 6 Pass me not ! thy lost one bringing, Bind my heart, O Lord, to thee ; While the streams of life are springing, Blessing others, oh ! bless me, Even me, even me, etc. Mrs. Elizabeth Codner, 1S60. 128 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. lol The stony heart. L. M. 1 Oh ! 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 of mine. 4 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.) 182 Psalm lxxiii. C. M. 1 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. HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 129 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 (1674-1748.) 183 Value of the soul. C. M. 1 "What is the thing of greatest price, The whole creation round ? That which was lost in paradise, That which in Christ was found. 2 The soul of man, Jehovah's breath, That keeps two worlds at strife \ Hell moves beneath to work its death, Heaven stoops to give it life. 3 God, to redeem it, did not spare His well-beloved Son ; Jesus, to save it, deigned to bear The sins of all in one. 4 And is this treasure borne below, In earthen vessels frail ? Can none its utmost value know, Till flesh and spirit fail? 5 Then let us gather round the cross, That knowledge to obtain ; Not by the soul's eternal loss, But everlasting gain. James Montgomery (1771-1854.) 9 130 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. io4r Longing for holiness. KM. 1 Oh ! that my load of sin were gone ! Oh! that I could at last submit! At Jesus' feet to lay me down — To lay my soul at Jesus' feet. 2 Rest for my soul I long to find : Saviour of all, if mine thou art, Give me thy meek, thy lowly mind, And stamp thine image on my heart. 3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin, And fully set my spirit free ; I cannot rest till pure within, Till I am wholly lost in thee. 4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God ; Thy light and easy burden prove — Thy cross all stained with hallowed blood — ■ The labor of thy dying love. Rev. Charles Wesley (1708-1788.) loO Come unto me. 8s, 53 & 3s 1 Aet 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? 1 ' In his feet and hands are wound-prints, And his side." 3 Hath he diadem as monarch That his brow adorns? "Yea, a crown in very surety, But of thorns." HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 131 4 If I find him, if I follow, What my future here ? "Many a sorrow, many a labor, Many a tear." 5 If I still hold closely to him, What hath he at last? "Sorrow vanquished, labor ended, Jordan past." 6 If I ask him to receive me, Will he say me nay ? "Not till earth and not till heaven Pass away." 7 Finding, following, keeping, struggling, Is he sure to bless ? "Saints, apostles, prophets, martyrs, Answer, Yes." Stephen of St. Sabas fT25-794.) Tr. by John Mason Xeale <1818-1866.) lob Peace, perfect peace, 10s, 2 L 1 Peace, perfect peace, in this dark world of sin? The blood of Jesus whispers, peace within- 2 Peace, perfect peace, by thronging duties press' d? To do the will of Jesus, this is rest. 3 Peace, perfect peace, with loved ones far away? In Jesus' keeping we are safe, and they. 4 Peace, perfect peace, our future all un- known ? Jesus we know, and he is on the throne. 132 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 5 Peace, perfect peace, death shadowing us and ours ? Jesus has vanquish' d death and all its powers. 6 It is enough: earth's struggles soon shall cease, And Jesus call us to heaven's perfect peace. Bp. E. H. Bickersteth (1825—.) lol Encouragement to prayer. 7s. 1 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. Rev. John Newton (1725-1807.) 188 189 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 133 Doxology. 73. Sing we to our God above Praise eternal as his love ; Praise him, all ye heavenly host, — Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Joseph Barnby (1838 — .) The day is over. 6s & 5s. 1 Now the day is over, Night is drawing nigh, Shadows of the evening Steal across the sky. 2 Jesus, give the weary Calm and sweet repose ; With thy tenderest blessing May our eyelids close. 3 Through the long night-watches. May thine angels spread Their white wings above me, Watching round my bed. 4 When the morning wakens, Then may I arise, Pure and fresh and sinless In thy holy eyes. Rev. Sabine Baring Gould (1834 — .) 1 J v The Lord is in this place. 6s, 8s & 3sl 1 God reveals his presence : Let us now adore him, And with awe appear before him. God is in his temple : All within keep silence, Prostrate lie with deepest reverence- Him alone God we own, 134 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. Him our God and Saviour : Praise his name forever. 2 God reveals his presence : Hear the harps resounding ; See the crowds the throne surrounding ; "Holy, holy, holy! " Hear the hymn ascending, Angels, saints, their voices blending. Bow thine ear To us here ; Hearken, O Lord Jesus, To our humbler praises. 3 Oh ! thou Fount of blessing, Purify my spirit ; Trusting only in thy merit, Like the holy angels, Who behold thy glory, May I ceaselessly adore thee. Let thy will Ever still Rule thy church terrestrial, As the hosts celestial. 4 Jesus, dwell within me ; Whilst on earth I tarry, Make me thy blest sanctuary ; Then, on angel pinions. Waft me to those regions Filled with bright seraphic legions. May this hope Bear me up Till these eyes forever Gaze on thee, my Saviour ! Gerhard of Tersteegen (1696-1769.) Tr. by Win. Mercer. HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 135 IJfl Evening Song. 7s» 1 Slowly sinks the setting sun, Now the work of day is done ; Lord, we come, a thankful throng, Raise to thee our evening song. 2 For thy tender care bestow' d, For thy pardoning blood which flow'd ; For thy love that crowns our days, Lord, accept our grateful praise. 3 And when sets life's weary sun, When the toil of earth is done, To thy home of peaceful rest, Lord, receive us, ever blest. 4 For the robe, the palm, the blood, May we always praise our God, And with all the ransomed throng, Swell high heaven's triumphant song. Rev. Wm. S. Lacy, 1891. M.&Z Invocation. 7s, 1 Loed, we come before thee now, At thy feet we humbly bow ; Oh ! 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. 136 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 4 Send some message from thy word, That may joy and peace afford, Let thy Spirit now impart Full salvation to each heart. 5 Grant that all may seek and find Thee a God supremely kind ; Heal the sick, the captive free ; Let us all rejoice in thee. Rev. Wm. Hammond (—1783.) lJJei Love^ Light, Joy. 8s & 6s. 1 O Love that wilt not let me go, I rest my weary soul in thee ; I give thee back the life I owe, That in thine ocean depths its flow May richer, fuller be. 2 O Light that f ollowest all my way, I yield my flickering torch to thee ; My heart restores its borrowed ray, That in thy sunshine's glow its day May brighter, fairer be. 3 O Joy that seekest me through pain , I cannot close my heart to thee ; I trace the rainbow through the rain, And feel the promise is not vain That morn shall tearless be. 4 O Cross that liftest up my head, I dare not ask to fly from thee ; I lay in dust life's glory, dead, And from the ground there blossoms red Life that shall endless be. G. Hatheson. HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 137 m Where 1 The brightest of the seven, Type of that everlasting rest The saints enjoy in heaven. 133 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 3 Then let us in his name sing on, And hasten to that day When our Redeemer shall come down, And shadows pass away. 4 Not one, but all our days below, Let us in hymns employ ; And in our Lord rejoicing, go To his eternal joy. Rev. Chas. Wesley (1708-1788.) J9 O The pastoral office. C. M. 1 Let Sion's watchmen all awake, And take the alarm they give j Now let them, from the mouth of God, Their solemn charge receive. '2 'Tis 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, which must forever live In raptures or in woe. 4 All to the great tribunal haste, The account to render there ; And should'st thou strictly mark our faults, Lord, how should we appear ? £ 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 (1702-1751.) HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 139 IJ/7 Life the time to serve God. L. M. 1 There is a God who reigns above, Lord of the heaven and earth and seas ;. I fear his wrath, I ask his love, And with my lips I sing his praise. 2 There is a law which he has made, To teach us all that we must do ; My soul, be his commands obeyed, For they are holy, just, and true. 3 There is a gospel rich in grace, Whence sinners all their comforts draw ; Lord, I repent and seek thy face, For I have often broke thy law. 4 There is an hour when I must die, Nor do I know how soon 'twill come ; How many younger much than I Have passed by death to hear their doom I 5 Let me improve the hours I have Before the day of grace is fled ; There's no repentance in the grave, Nor pardon offered to the dead. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 1QR Christ crucified, the vrisdom and L. M- 1 * 7C ' power of God. 1 Nature, with open volume, stands To spread her Maker's praise abroad, And every labor of his hands Shows something worthy of a God. 2 But in the grace that rescued man His brightest form of glory shines ;. 140 HTMX9 OF DEVOTION. Here on the cross 'tis fairest drawn In precious blood and crimson lines. 2 Oh! the sweet wonders of that cross, Where God the Saviour loved and died ; Her noblest life my spirit draws From his dear wounds and bleeding side. 4 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 (1674-1748.) 19o Christ 1 s righteousness. L. M. 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. 2 Yes ! and I must and will esteem All things but loss for Jesus sake ; Oh ! 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 (1674-1748.) BELIEYEES' COMFOET. 141 aO(I Faint, yet pursuing. lis. 1 Though faint, yet pursuing, we go on our way; The Lord is our Leader, his word is our stay; Though suffering, and sorrow, and trial be near, The Lord is our Refuge, and whom can we fear? 2 He raiseth the fallen, he cheereth the faint; The weak, and oppressed — he will hear their complaint ; The way may be weary, and thorny the road, But how can we falter? — our help is in God. 3 And to his green pastures our footsteps he leads; His flock in the desert how kindly he feeds ! The lambs in his bosom he tenderly bears, And brings back the wanderers all safe from the snares. 4 Though clouds may surround us, our God is our Light ; Though storms rage around us, our God is our Might ; So, faint yet pursuing, still onward we come, The Lord is our Leader, and heaven is our home. Rev. J. X. Darby (1800-1882.) 142 BELIEVERS 7 COMFOET. 2U1 Psalm xxiii.. lis. 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 oppressed. 2 Through the valley and shadow of death though I stray, Since thou art my Guardian, no evil I fear ; Thy rod shall defend me, thy staff be my stay; No harm can befall with my Comforter 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; Oh! 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 (1771-1854.) believers' comfort. 143 2*3 Z I could not do without thee. 7s & 6s, D. 1 I could not do without thee, Saviour of the lost! Whose wondrous love redeemed me At such tremendous cost; Thv righteousness, thy pardon, Thy precious blood, must be My only hope and comfort, My glory and my plea. 2 I could not do without thee, 1 could not stand alone ; I have no strength or goodness, No wisdom of my own ; But thou, beloved Saviour, Art all in all to me, And perfect strength in weakness Is theirs who lean on thee. 3 I could not do without thee, For, oh ! the way is long, And I am often weary, And sigh replaces song. How could I do without thee? I do not know the way; Thou knowest and thou leadest, And wilt not let me stray. 4 I could not do without thee ! For life is fleeting fast, And soon in solemn loneness The river must be passed. 144 BELIEVEBS' COMFOET. But thou wilt never leave me, And though the waves roll high, I know thou wilt be with me, And whisper, " It is I." Miss Frances Ridley Havergal (1836-1879.) £\JO Light in darkness. C. M. 1 O thou who driest the mourner's tear, How dark this world would be, If, pierced by sins and sorrows here, We could not fly to thee ! 2 The friends who in our sunshine live, When winter comes, are flown ; And he who has but tears to give, Must weep those tears alone. 3 But thou wilt heal that broken heart, Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, Breathes sweetness out of woe. 4 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 ; 5 Oh! who could bear life's stormy doom, Did not thy wing of love Come brightly wafting through the gloom Our peace-branch from above ? 6 Then sorrow, touched by thee, grows bright With more than rapture's ray ; As darkness shows us worlds of light, We never saw by day. Thomas Moore (1779-1852.) BELIEVERS* COMFORT. 145> 204 The Lord will provide. 10s & lis. 1 Though troubles assail, And dangers affright ; Though friends should all fail, And foes all unite ; Yet one thing secures us, Whatever betide : The Scripture assures us The Lord will provide. 2 No strength of our own, Or goodness we claim, Yet since we have known The Saviour's great name, In this, our strong tower, For safety we hide : The Lord is our power, The Lord will provide. 3 When life sinks apace, And death is in view, This word of his grace Shall comfort us through ; No fearing or doubting, With Christ on our side, We hope to die shouting, The Lord will provide. Rev. John Newton (1725-1 SOT.) 205 Faith. C. ftL. Oh ! gift of gifts, oh ! grace of faith, My God ! how can it be, That thou, who hast discerning love, Should'st give that gift to me. 10 3.46 BELIEVEES' COMFOET. '.2 How many hearts thou might' st have had, More innocent than mine ! How many souls more worthy far Of that sweet touch of thine ! •3 Ah, grace ! into unlikeliest hearts It is thy boast to come, The glory of thy light to find In darkest spots a home. 4 Oh ! 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. F. W. Faber (1814-1863.) 2 Ob Thou Hidden Love. 8s, 6 1. 1 Thou hidden love of God, whose height, Whose depth unfathomed, no man knows, I see from far thy beauteous light, Inly I sigh for thy repose ; My heart is pained, nor can it be At rest till it finds rest in thee. '2 Thy secret voice invites me still The sweetness of thy yoke to prove ; And fain I would, but though my will Seems fixed, yet wide my passions rove ; Yet hindrances strew all the way : I aim at thee, yet from thee stray. rB 'Tis mercy all, — that thou hast brought My mind to seek its peace in thee : Yet while I seek but find thee not, No peace my wandering soul shall see ; Oh ! when shall all my wanderings end, And all my steps to thee- ward tend ? believers' comfort. 14*2 4 O Lord, thy sovereign aid impart, And hear thy humble suppliant's prayer;: Chase this self-will through all my heart, Through all its latent mazes there : Make me thy duteous child, that I Ceaseless may "Abba, Father," cry. Gerhard Tersteegm (1697-1769.) Tr. by John, Wesley „ Christ able to succor. L. M. CL 207 1 Whex 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 J 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 oh ! when I have safely past Through every conflict but the last, 148 BELIEVERS' COMFORT. Still, still unchanging, watch beside My painful bed, for thou hast died ; Then point to realms of cloudless day, And wipe the latest tear away. Sir Robert Grant (1785-1838.) "208 I do not ask, Lord ! 1 0s & 4s. 1 I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be A pleasant road ; I do not ask that thou wouldst take from me Aught of its load. 2 I do not ask that flowers should always spring Beneath my feet ; I know too well the poison and the sting Of things too sweet. 3 I do not ask, O Lord, that thou shouldst shed Full radiance here ; Give but a ray of peace, that I may tread Without a fear. 4 I do not ask my cross to understand, My way to see ; Better in darkness just to feel thy hand, And follow thee. 5 Joy is like restless day ; but peace divine Like quiet night ; Lead me, O Lord, till perfect day shall shine Through peace to light. Miss. Adelaide Proctor (1835-1864.) believers' comfort. 149 20 J Looking to Jesus. 7s, D. 1 When, along life's thorny road, Faints the soul beneath the load ; By its cares and sins oppressed, Finds on earth no peace or rest : When the wily tempter's near, Filling us with doubts and fear, Jesus, to thy feet we flee ; Jesus, we will look to thee. 2 Thou, our Saviour, from the throne, Listening to thy people's moan ; Thou, the living Head, dost share Every pang thy members bear ; Full of tenderness thou art, Thou wilt heal the broken heart ; Full of power, thine arms shall quell All the rage and might of hell. 3 Mighty to redeem and save, Thou hast overcome the grave ; Thou the bars of death hast riven, Opened wide the gate of heaven ; Soon in glory thou shalt come, Taking thy poor pilgrims home ; Jesus, then we all shall be Ever, ever, Lord, with thee ! J. G. Deck (1802-1883.) A I" Welcome to the Cross. 7s, D. 1 'Tis my happiness below, Not to live without the cross ; But the Saviour's power to know, Sanctifying everv loss. 150 BELIE VEES' COMFOKT. Trials must and will befall ; But with humble faith to see Love inscribed upon them all, This is happiness to me. 2 God in Israel sows the seeds Of affliction, pain, and toil ; These spring up and choke the weeds Which would else o'erspread the soil. Trials make the promise sweet, Trials give new life to prayer ; Trials bring me to his feet, Lay me low, and keep me there. 3 Did I meet no trials here, No chastisement by the way, Might I not, with reason, fear I should prove a castaway ? Aliens may escape the rob, Sunk in earthly, vain delight ; But the true-born child of God Must not, would not, if he might. Wm. Cowperl (1731-1800.) 2X\ New Tear. 7s, D. 1 While with ceaseless course the sun Hasted through the former year, Many souls their race have run, Nevermore to meet us here : Fixed in an eternal state, They have done with all below - r We a little longer wait ; But how little none can know. MISCELLANEOUS AND OCCASIONAL. 151 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 old and young ; Fill us with a Saviour's love: When our life's short race is rim, May we dwell with thee above. Rn\ John Newton (1725-1 SOT.) Z\i Thanksgiving. 7s, T>. 1 Praise to God, immortal praise, For the love that crowns our days I Bounteous Source of every joy, Let thy praise our tongues employ. For the blessings of the field. For the stores the gardens yield, For the fruits in full supply. Ripened 'neath the summer sky. 2 All that spring with bounteous hand Scatters o'er the smiling land : All that liberal autumn pours From her rich o'erflowing stores ; 152 MISCELLANEOUS AND OCCASIONAL. 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. Anne L. Barbauld (1743-1825.) &Y& General Thanksgiving. 7e, D. 1 Swell the anthem, raise the song; Praises to our God belong ; Saints and angels join to sing Praises to the heavenly King ; Blessings from his liberal hand Flow around this happy land : Kept by him, no foes annoy ; Peace and freedom we enjoy. 2 Here, beneath a virtuous sway, May we cheerfully obey ; Never feel oppression's rod, Ever own and worship God. Hark ! the voice of nature sings Praises to the King of kings ; Let us join the choral song, And the grateful notes prolong. Rev. Nathan Strang (1748-1816.) /XI4 Laying a corner-stone. L. M. 1 O Loed of hosts, whose glory fills The bounds of the eternal hills, And yet vouchsafes, in Christian lands, To dwell in temples made with hands : MISCELLANEOUS AND OCCASIONAL. 153 2 Grant that all we, who here to-day, Rejoicing, this foundation lay, May be in very deed thine own, Built on the precious Comer-stone. 3 Endue the creatures with thy grace, That shall adorn thy dwelling-place ; The beauty of the oak and pine, The gold and silver, make them thine. 4 To thee they all belong : to thee The treasures of the earth and sea ; And when we bring them to thy throne, We but present thee with thine own. 5 The heads that guide endue with skill, The hands that work preserve from ill, That we, who these foundations lay, May raise the topstone in its day. 6 Both now and ever, Lord, protect The temple of thine own elect ; Be thou in them, and they in thee, O Ever-blessed Trinity. Rev. John Mason Feale (1818-1886.) Zl») Hymn of Dedication. 8s & 7s, D. 1 Unto thee, Triune Jehovah, 1 'Glorious in thy works and ways," We now dedicate this temple ; May each stone here voice thy praise ! Built on thee, our sure foundation, Faith supreme o'er human fears, Consecrates her all, rejoicing Thus to serve through coming years. 154 MISCELLANEOUS AND OCCASIONAL. 2 We are weak, abide thou with us ; Give to us thy streDgth divine ; Purge from self, then, like the stars, Shall our work eternal shine- Guard this church, Lord, with thy Spirit; Let no error creep within ; But thy truth, thy Word incarnate, Pierce the mists of death and sin. 3 Draw thou nigh, until thy glory At this mercy-seat appears, And the wings of waiting seraphs Bear to thee our contrite tears. Oh ! baptize us, Lord, with fire ! Let unnumbered souls be won, That shall witness bear in heaven What this church on earth hath done. 4 Still remember our dear children, At baptismal altar blest, Lord, we covenant with thee for them ; May their lives our faith attest. Let thy peace, thy constant presence, Make this spot a holy place ; Grant our church, that here we give thee, Deathless service through thy grace. Mrs. Sophie F. Sea, 1891. Zlb Hymn of '^Dedication. H. M. 1 We cannot build alone ; To rear, great God, to thee A house which thou wilt own, Thou must the Builder be, MISCELLANEOUS AND OCCASIONAL. 155 Not by our might, But by thy power Must dome and tower Take upward flight. Were all the stones that lie Unquarried 'neath the sod Piled up against the sky, It were not worthy God. To make this dear, Lord, condescend Thy head to bend, And enter here. Let faith here rear to God ! Here love erect her thrones ! A house for thine abode Be built of lively stones ! We do not err, O Holy Ghost! Pure hearts thou dost To fanes prefer. The heavenly only stands : Earth briefly typifies The house not made with hands, Eternal in the skies — We see its towers : How sweet to know, When hence we go, That house is ours ! A. Coles, M. D. (1813-1891.) 156 MISCELLANEOUS AND OCCASIONAL. Zli New Year's Day. lis & 5s. 1 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 fulfill, And our talents improve By the patience of hope And the labor of love. 2 Oh ! 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." Oh ! that each from the Lord May receive the glad word, " Well and faithfully done, Enter into my joy, And sit down on my throne." Rev. Chas. Wesley (1 708-1 7S8.) Zlo Dedication. C. M. 1 Oh ! 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 courts to bide, The peace that dwelleth without end, Serenely by thy side. MISCELLANEOUS AND OCCASIONAL. 1ST 3 May erring minds that worship here Be taught the better way ; And they who mourn and they who fear Be strengthened as thev, 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. Wm. Cullen Bryant (1794-1878.) ZV& They joy tef ore thee, 7s, Du 1 Come, ye thankful people, come, Kaise the song of harvest-home ; All is safely gather'd 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 this world is God's own field, Fruit unto his praise to yield ; Wheat and tares therein are sown,. Unto joy or sorrow grown ; Ripening with a wondrous power, Till the final harvest-hour; Grant, O Lord of Life, that we Holy grain and pure may be. 3 Come then, Lord of mercy, come, Bid us sing thy harvest-home ; Let thy saints be gather'd in, Free from sorrow, free from sin;. 158 MISCELLANEOUS AND OCCASIONAL. All upon the golden floor, Praising thee for evermore ; Come, with all thine angels come ; Bid us sing thy harvest-home. Rev. Henry Alford (1810-1881.) *ZZi) The close of the year. 7s, D 1 Thou who roll'st the year around, Crowned with mercies large and free, Rich thy gifts to us abound, Warm our praise shall rise to thee. Kindly to our worship bow, While our grateful thanks we tell, That, sustained by thee, we now Bid the parting year — farewell ! 2 All its numbered days are sped, All its busy scenes are o'er, All its joys forever fled, All its sorrows felt no more. Mingled with the eternal past, Its remembrance shall decay ; Yet to be revived at last At the solemn judgment-day. 2 All our follies, Lord, forgive ! Cleanse us from each guilty stain ; Let thy grace within us live, That we spend net years in vain. Then, when life's last eve shall come, Happy spirits, may we fly 'To our everlasting home, To our Father's house on high. Rev. Ray Palmer (1808-1887.) PRAYER FOR THOSE AT SEA. 158> 2>Z\ Prayer for those at sea. L . M. 6 t 1 Eternal Father, strong to save, Whose arm hath bound the restless wave,. Who bidd'st the mighty ocean deep Its own appointed limits keep ; Oh ! hear us when we cry to thee For those in peril on the sea. 2 O Christ, whose voice the waters heard,. And hushed their raging at thy word, Who walkedst on the foaming deep, And calm amidst the storm didst sleep ; Oh ! hear us when we cry to thee For those in peril on the sea. 3 O Holy Spirit, who didst brood Upon the waters dark and rude, Oh ! bid their angry tumult cease, And give, for wild confusion, peace ; Oh ! hear us when we cry to thee For those in peril on the sea. 4 O Trinity of love and power, Our brethren shield in danger's hour; From rock and tempest, fire and foe, Protect them wheresoe'er they go ; Thus evermore shall rise to thee Glad hymns of praise from land and sea - Wm. Whiting (1825-1878.) VI* ii Prayer for those at sea. L. M. 6 I 1 Great Ruler of the land and sea, Almighty God, we come to thee, Able to succor and to save From perils of the wind and wave ; Keep by thy mighty hand, oh ! keep The dwellers on the homeless deep! 160 PEAYEE FOE THOSE AT SEA. 2 Speak to the shadows of the night, And turn their darkness into light; Smooth down the breaker's rising crest, Say to the billow, "Be at rest! " Keep by thy mighty hand, oh ! keep The dwellers on the homeless deep I 3 Soothe the rough ocean's troubled face, And bid the hurricane give place To the soft breeze that wafts the bark Safely alike through light and dark ; Keep by thy mighty hand, oh ! keep The dwellers on the homeless deep I 4 Good Pilot of the awful main, Let us not plead thy love in vain ; Jesus, draw near with kindly aid, — Say, "It is I, be not afraid; " Keep by thy mighty hand, oh ! keep The dwellers on the homeless deep ! R a. 8s, 7s & 4s. 223 1 Stae of peace to wanderers weary, Bright the beams that smile on me ; Cheer the pilot's vision dreary, Far, far at sea. 2 Star of hope, gleam o'er the billow, Bless the soul that sighs for thee, Bless the sailor's lonely pillow, Far, far at sea. PRAYER FOR THOSE AT SEA. 161 3 Star of faith, when winds are mocking All his toil, he flies to thee ; Save him, on the billows rocking, Far, far at sea. 4 Star divine, oh ! safely guide him, Bring the wanderer home to thee ; Sore temptations long have tried him, Far, far at sea. Mrs. J, B. C. Simpson, 1830. ZZi For those at sea. C. M. 1 We come, O Lord, before thy throne, And with united plea We meet and pray for those who roam Far off upon the sea. 2 Oh ! may the Holy Spirit bow The sailor's heart to thee, Till tears of deep repentance flow Like rain-drops on the sea. 3 Then may a Saviour's dying love Pour peace into his breast, And waft him to the port above Of everlasting rest. Mrs P. H. Brown (1783-1861.) ZZ») Sabbath worship. 7s, 6 L 1 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. 162 OPENING AND CLOSING HYAINS. 2 While we seek supplies of grace Through the dear Eedeemer's name, Show thy reconciling face, Take away our sin and shame : From our worldly cares set free, May we rest this day in thee. 3 Here we're come thy name to praise ; Let us feel thy presence near ; May thy glory meet our eyes While we in thy house appear : Here afford us, Lord, a taste Of our everlasting feast. 4 May the gospel's joyful sound Conquer sinners, comfort saints ; Make the fruits of grace abound, Bring relief for all complaints ; Such let all our Sabbaths prove Till we join the church above. Rev. John Newton (1725-1S07.) /£Z%) Lord's Day Evening. C. M. 1 Fkequent the day of God returns To shed its quick'ning beams ; And yet how slow devotion burns, How languid are its flames ! 2 Accept our faint attempts to love ; Our frailties, Lord, forgive ; We would be like thy saints above, And praise thee while we live. 3 Increase, O Lord, our faith and hope, And fit us to ascend Where the assembly ne'er breaks up, The Sabbaths ne'er shall end ; OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 163 4 Where we shall breathe in heavenly air, With heavenly lustre shine ; Before the throne of God appear, And feast on love divine. Rev. Simon Browne (1680-1732.) JLjL 4 For the Lord's Day Morning . C M. 1 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 has 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 Oh ! 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.) jIZo Confident Hope. C. M. 1 My God, the spring of all my joys, The life of my delights, The glory of my biightest days, And comfort of my nights! 2 In darkest shades if he appear, My dawning is begun; 164 OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. He is my soul's bright 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, I am his. 4 My soul would leave this heavy clay, At that transporting word ; Run up with joy the shining way, To embrace my dearest Lord. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) Psalm cxviii. C. ^1. 229 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 triumph spread > And all his wonders tell. Hosanna to th' anointed King, To David's holy Son; Help us, O Lord, descend and bring Salvation from thy throne. 4 Blest is the Lord who comes to men With messages of grace ; Who comes in God his Father's name, To save our sinful race. OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 165 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 (1674-1748.) 230 Doxology. C. M. Let God the Father, and the Son, And Spirit, be adored, Where there are works to make him known, Or saints to love the Lord. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) Zi\ Welcome Worship. H. M. 1 Welcome, delightful mom, Thou day of sacred rest ; I hail thy kind return ; Lord, make these moments blest : From the low train of mortal toys 1 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 be enjoyed in vain. Hayward in John DobetVs Col., 1806. 166 OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. Zil Sab oath morning. H. It 1 Awake, ye saints, awake ! And hail this sacred day ; In loftiest songs of praise Your joyful homage pay ! Come, bless the day that God hath blest, The type of heaven's eternal rest. 2 On this auspicious morn The Lord of life arose ; He burst the bars of death, And vanquished all our foes ; And now he pleads our cause above, And reaps the fruits of all his love. 3 All hail, triumphant Lord ! Heaven with hosannas rings, And earth in humbler strains Thy praise responsive sings : "Worthy the Lamb that once was slain, Through endless years to live and reign. Rev. Thomas Cotterill (—1823.) 233 Psalm xliii. H. M. 1 Kow to thy sacred house, With joy I turn my feet, Where saints with morning vows, In full assembly meet : Thy power divine Shall there be shown, And from thy throne Thy mercy shine. OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 167 2 Oh 1 send thy light abroad ; Thy truth, with heavenly ray, Shall lead my soul to God, And guide my doubtful way; I'll hear thy word With faith sincere, And learn to fear And praise the Lord. 3 Here reach thy bounteous hand, And all my sorrows heal, Here health and strength divine, Oh ! make my bosom feel ; Like balmy dew, Shall Jesus' voice My heart rejoice, My strength renew. 4 Now in thy holy hill, Before thine altar, Lord ! My harp and song shall sound The glories of thy word : Henceforth, to thee, O God of grace ! A hymn of praise My life shall be. Rev. T. Dwight (1752-1817.) Zdi Thine altars, my God ! 7s, D. 1 Pleasant are thy courts above, In the land of light and love ; Pleasant are thy courts below, In this land of sin and woe. 168 OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. Oh ! my spirit longs and faints For the converse of thy saints, For the brightness of thy face, For thy fullness, God of grace. 2 Happy birds that sing and fly Round thy altars, O Most High ! Happier souls that find a rest In their 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. 3 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. Rev. H. F. Lyte (1793-1847.) 235 Divine worship. H. M. 1 Loed of the worlds above ! How pleasant and how fair The dwellings of thy love, Thine earthly temples, are ! To thine abode My heart aspires With warm desires, To see my God. OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 169 2 Oh ! happy souls who pray Where God appoints to hear I Oh ! happy men who pay Their constant service there ! They praise thee still ; And happy they Who love the way To Zion's hill. 3 They go from strength to strength, Through this dark vale of tears, Till each arrives at length, Till each in heaven appears ; Oh ! glorious seat, When God, our King, Shall thither bring Our willing feet. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 23fe One in Three. 6b & 4s. 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 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 I On us descend. 170 OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 3 Come, Holy Comforter! Thy sacred witness bear In this glad hour : Thou, who almighty art, Now rule in every heart, And ne'er from us depart, Spirit of power ! 4 To the great One in Three The highest praises be Hence evermore ! His sovereign majesty May we in glory see, And to eternity Love and adore. Rev. Chas. Wesley (1708-1788.) ioi Invocation. «.i & 4s. 1 O Holy Lord, our God, By heavenly hosts adored, Hear us, we pray ; To thee the cherubim, Angels and seraphim, Unceasing praises hymn — Their homage pay. 2 Here give thy word success, And this thy servant bless, His labors own ; And while the sinner's Friend His life and words commend^ Thy Holy Spirit send, And make him known. 238 OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 171 3 May every passing year More happy still appear Than this glad day ; With numbers fill the place, Adorn thy saints with grace, Thy truth may all embrace, O Lord, we pray. Anon. Constant Devolion. L. M. 6 L 1 When, streaming from the eastern skies, The morning light salutes mine eyes, O ! Sun of righteousness divine, On me with beams of mercy shine ! Oh ! chase the 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, Oh ! lead me onward to the skies ! W. Shrub sole. Id" Come, condescending Spirit. L. M. 6 L 1 Eternal Spirit, Source of Light, Enlivening, consecrating Fire, Descend, and with celestial heat Our dull, our frozen hearts inspire ; 172 OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. Our souls refine, our dross consume : Come, condescending Spirit, come! 2 In our cold breast, oh ! 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 Let pure devotion's fervors rise ; Let every pious passion glow ; Oh ! let the rapture of the skies Kindle in our cold hearts below : Come, condescending Spirit, come, And make our souls thy constant home. Rev. Samuel Davies ( 1724-1 761.) 240 The good Shepherd. L. M. 6 L 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, ? OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 173 My steadfast heart shall fear no ill , For thou, O Lord, art with rne still : Thy friendly rod 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 presence shall my pains beguile ; The barren wilderness shall smile, With sudden green and herbage crowned, And streams shall murmur all around. Joseph Addison (1672-1719.) AU Christ, the only Light 7s, 6 U 1 Christ, whose glory fills the skies, Christ, the true, the only Light, Sun of Righteousness, arise, Triumph o'er the shades of night ; 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.) 174 OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. Z4Z At evening time. 7s & 5s. 1 Holy Father, cheer our way With thy love's perpetual ray ; Grant us every closing day Light at evening time. 2 Holy Saviour, calm our fears. When earth's brightness disappears ; Grant us in our latter years Light at evening time. 3 Holy Spirit, be thou nigh When in mortal pains we lie ; Grant us, as we come to die, Light at evening time. 4 Holy, blessed Trinity! Darkness is not dark with thee , Those thou keepest always see Light at evening time. Rev. R. H. Robinson (1842 — .> Z4fi Praise for loving -kindness. L. M. 1 Awake, my soul, in joyful lays, And sing thy great Redeemer's praise; He justly claims a song from thee; His loving-kindness, oh ! how free ! 2 He saw me ruined in the fall, Yet loved me notwitstanding all ; He saved me from my lost estate ; His loving-kindness, oh ! how great! 3 Though numerous hosts of mighty foes, Though earth and hell my way oppose. He safely leads my soul along ; His loving-kindness, oh! how strong! OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 175 4 Often I feel my sinful heart, Prone from my Saviour to depart ; But though I oft have him forgot, His loving-kindness changes not. 5 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale, Soon all my mortal powers must fail; Oh ! may my last expiring breath His loving-kindness sing in death. 6 Then, let me mount and soar away To the bright world of endless day; And sing, with rapture and surprise, His loving-kindness in the skies. Rev. S. Medley (1738-1799.) a 44 All praise to thee. L. M. 1 All praise to thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the light, Keep me, oh! 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 Oh! when shall I in endless day Forever chase dark sleep away, And praise with the angelic choir, Incessant sing, and never tire? Bishop Thomas Ken (1637-1721.) 176 OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. ZiD Hail, tranquil how. 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, through long-remembered years* His mercies to recall, And, pressed with wants, and griefs, and fears, To trust his love for all. 3 How sweet to look, in thoughtful hopo. Beyond this fading sky, And hear him call his children up To his fair home on high. 4 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 (1802-1881.) 246 Evening Song. C. Ml 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; OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 177 But oh! how few returns of love Hath my Creator found ! 4 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. Rev. Isaac Walts (1674-1748.) 247 Call to prayer. CM. 1 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 pressed, By war without, and fear within, I 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." 5 Oh I 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.) 12 178 OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. Alio Thou art my hiding-place. O. IT, 1 Thou art my hiding-place, O Lord ! On thee I fix my trust, Encouraged by thy holy word, A feeble child of dust. 2 I have no argument beside, I urge no other plea ; And 't is enough the Saviour died, The Saviour died for me. 3 'Mid trials heavy to be borne, When mortal strength is vain, A heart with grief and anguish torn, A body racked with pain ; 4 And when thine awful voice commands This body to decay, And life, in its last lingering sands, Is ebbing fast away ; 5 Then, though it be in accents weak, And faint and tremblingly, Oh! give rne strength in death to speak, "My Saviour died for me." Rev. Thomas Raffles (1788-1863.) !«44:Sf Sabbath evening. 7s. 1 Softly fades the twilight ray Of the holy Sabbath day ; Gently as life's setting sun, When the Christian 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. OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 17& 3 Peace is on the world abroad ; "Pis 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. S. F. Smith (1808—.) 250 Evening. 7s, Dv 1 Softly now the light of day Fades upon our sight away ; Free from care, from labor free, Lord, I would commune with thee. Thou, whose all-pervading eye Naught escapes without, within ; Pardon each infirmity, Open fault, and secret sin. 2 Soon for me the light of day Shall for ever pass away ; Then from sin and sorrow free, Take me, Lord, to dwell with thee. Thou who, sinless, yet hast known All of man's infirmity ; Then, from thine eternal throne, Jesus, look with pitying eye. Bp. G. W. Doane (1799-1859.: 180 OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. aDi Sinners exhorted. 7s, 6 L 1 Ye that in his courts are found Listening. to the joyful sound, Lost and helpless as ye are, Full 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 bleeding sacrifice ; See in him your sins forgiven, Pardon, holiness, and heaven ; Glorify the Bang of kings, Take the peace the gospel brings. Rev. Rowland Hill (1744-1833.) Xu/L Evening Hymn, 7s, 61. 1 Now from labor and from care Evening shades have set me free ; In the work of praise and prayer, Lord, I would converse with thee ; Oh ! behold me 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 loving voice : Lord, forgive ; thy grace restore; Make me thine for evermore. S For the blessings of this day, For the mercies of this hour, OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 181 For the gospel's cheering ray, For the Spirit's quickening power, Grateful notes to thee I raise, Oh ! accept my song of praise. Thomas Hastings (1784-1872.) y&OeS Three in One, and One in Three. 7 s & 5s. 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 a palm. Rev. Gilbert Rorison (1821-1869.) 254 Psalm ciii. L. M. 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. 182 OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 2 Bless, 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 (1674-1748.) 255 God is 7iere. 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, oh! may our praise Thy courts with grateful incense fill ; Still may we stand before thy face, Still hear and do thy sovereign will. Gerhard TersUeaen (1*97-1769.) Tr. by Rev. John Wesley (1703-1791.) OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 183 258 Parting, L. M. 1 Come, Christian brethren, ere we part, Join every voice and every heart •. One solemn hymn to God we raise, One final song of grateful praise. 2 Christians, we here may meet no more, But there is yet a happier shore ; And there, released from toil and pain, Dear brethren, we shall meet again. Henry Kirk White (1 785-1 8C6.) 4»)7 The mercy-seat. "L. M. 1 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 oftener be, " Hear what the Lord has done for me." Wm. Cowper (173J.-1800.) 184 OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 258 Sabbath. 7s & 6s. D_ 1 Oh ! day of rest and gladness, Oh! day of joy and light, Oh! 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; OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 185 To Holy Ghost be praises, To Father, and to Son ; The church her voice upraises To thee, blest Three in One. Bp. Christopher Wordsworth (1807-1885.) 259 The Day of Resurrection. 7s & 6s, D, 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; 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, 7-0. Tr. by Rev. John Mason Scale (1818-1866.) 186 OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. ADll Trustfjtrength, calmness. lis k 10s. 1 Father ! in thy mysterious presence kneel- ing, Fain would our souls feel all thy kindling- love; For we are weak, and need some deep re- vealing Of trust, and strength, and calmness from above. 2 Lord! we have wandered forth through doubt and sorrow, And thou hast made each step an onward one; And we will ever trust each unknown mor- row; Thou wilt sustain us till its work is done. 3 In the heart's depths, a peace serene and holy Abides; and, when pain seems to have her will, Or we despair, oh! may that peace rise slowly, Stronger than agony ! and we be still. 4 Now, Father! now in thy dear presence kneeling, Our spirits yearn to feel thy kindling love ; Now make us strong ; we need thy deep re- vealing Of trust, and strength, and calmness from above. Rev. S. Johnson (1822-1882.) OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 187 llhl Go in peace. 10a. 1 Saviour, again to thy dear name we raise With one accord our parting hymn of praise ; We rise to bless thee ere our worship cease, And now, departing, wait thy word of peace. 2 Grant us thy peace upon our homeward way ; With thee began, with thee shall end the day; Guard thou the lips from sin, the hearts from shame, That in this house have called upon thy name. 3 Grant us thy peace, Lord, through the com- ing night; Turn thou for us its darkness into light ; Prom harm and danger keep thy 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. J. Ellerton (1826 — .) ibi Ere ice go. L. M. 6L, 1 Dear Saviour, bless us ere we go : Thy word into our minds instill ; And make our lukewarm hearts to glow With lowly love and fervent will. 188 OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. Ref. — Through life's long day And death's dark night, Oh ! gentle Saviour, be our light. 2 The day is gone, its hours have run, And thou hast taken count of all, — The scanty triumphs grace hath won, The broken vow, the frequent fall. — Ref, 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. — Ref. 4 Do more than pardon : give us joy, Sweet fear, and sober liberty, And simple hearts without alloy, That only long to be like thee. — Ref. 5 For all we love, the poor, the sad. The sinful, unto thee we call ; Oh ! let thy mercy make us glad : Thou art our Saviour and our all. — Ref. Rev. F. W. Faber (1814-1863.) 263 An Urgent Call. 7s. 1 Lord, I cannot let thee go Till a blessing thou bestow ; Do not turn away thy face, Mine's an urgent, pressing case. 2 Once a sinner, near despair, Sought thy mercy-seat by prayer ; Mercy heard and set him free — Lord, that mercy came to me. OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 189 ; 3 Many days have passed since then, Many changes I have seen ; Yet have been upheld till now ; Who could hold me up but thou ? 4 Thou hast helped in every need — This emboldens me to plead ; After so much mercy past. Canst thou let me sink at last ? 5 No! — I must maintain my hold; 'Tis thy goodness makes me bold; I can no denial take, Since I plead for Jesus' sake. Rev. John Kewton (1725-1807.) ibi Invocation. 7s, 1 Fathee, let thy smiling face, Here, within this holy place, Sweetly shining on my heart, Bid all sinful thoughts depart. 2 Jesus, thou whose ceaseless love Intercedes for us above, Bend to me thy listening ear, Make my wayward heart sincere. 3 Comforter of all the saints, Gently heal my soul's complaints, May a foretaste now be given Of the Sabbath day of heaven. Rev. T. V. Moore (1818-1871.)- 190 OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 265 To thy temple. 7s. 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 became 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 thy ministers proclaim # Peace and pardon in thy name, Through their voice, by faith, may I Hear thee speaking from the sky. James Montgomery (1771-1854.) 2ob Jesus, abide with me. L. M. 1 Sun of my soul, thou Saviour dear, It is not night if thou be near ; Oh ! may no earth-born cloud arise To hide thee from thy servant's eyes I 2 When soft the 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. OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 191 4 Be near to bless me when I wake, Ere through the world my way I take ; Abide with me, till, in thy love, I lose myself in heaven above. Rev. John Keble (1792-1866.) !i()7 An ancient morning Psalm. L. M„ 1 O Cheist! with each returning morn Thine image to our heart be borne ; And may we ever clearly see Our God and Saviour, Lord, in thee ! 2 All hallowed be our walk this day; May meekness form our early ray, And faithful love our noontide light, And hope our sunset, calm and bright. 3 May grace each idle thought control, And sanctify our wayward soul ; May guile depart, and malice cease,. And all within be joy and peace. 4 Our daily course, O Jesus, bless ; Make plain the way of holiness ; From sudden falls our feet defend, And cheer at last our journey's end. Latin. 268 Thy love. 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. 192 OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 2 O thou, our soul's 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 (1613-1699.) .2MJ Come, Holy Spirit I 8s, 7s & 4s. 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 Oh ! 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. J. Evans (1749-1809.) OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 193 £i\j Welcome to Christ. 8s, 7s & 4s. 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. Rev. Wm. Mason (1725-1797.) 2 1 1 Close of Worship. 8s, 7s & 4s. 1 Loed, dismiss us with thy blessing, Fill our hearts with joy and peace; Let us each, thy love possessing, Triumph in redeeming grace ; Oh ! refresh us ! Travelling 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, XJs from earth to call away ; Borne on angels' wings to heaven, Glad to leave our cumbrous clay, May we, ready. Rise and reign in endless day. Rev. Robert Haxoker (1753-1827,) 13 194 OPE1S1NG AND CLOSING HYMNS." AtiZ Doxology. 8s, 7s & As, Gee at Jehovah ! we adore thee, God the Father, God the Son, God the Spirit, joined in glory On the same eternal throne ; Endless praises To Jehovah, Three in One. Rev. William Goode (1762-1816.) ZlO Awake, my soul l t, tvt 1 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. *. Awake, lift up thyself, my heart, And with the angels bear thy part, Who all night long unwearied sing High praises to the eternal King. 3 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept, And hast refreshed me when I slept ; Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, I may of endless life partake. Bp. Thomas Ken (1637-1711.) Zi^± Come, dearest Lord I L. M. 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 expressed. OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 195 2 Come, fill our hearts with inward strength, Make our enlarged souls possess, And learn the height, and breadth, and length Of thine immeasurable grace. 3 Now to the God whose power can do More than our thoughts and wishes know, Be everlasting honors done By all the church through Christ the Son. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) Psalm lxxxiv. 0. M . 275 1 My soul, how lovely is the place To which thy God resorts ! 'Tis heaven to see his smiling face, Though in his earthly courts. 2 There the great Monarch of the skies His saving power displays ; And light breaks in upon our eyes With kind and quickening rays. 3 With his rich gifts the heavenly Dove Descends and fills the place ; While Christ reveals his wondrous love, And sheds abroad his grace. 4 There, mighty God, thy words declare The secrets of thy will ; And still we seek thy mercy there, And sing thy praises still. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 196 OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 2>&b Yearning for rest. CM 1 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 Bdmeston (17 91-1867. > Z • I A hymn before sermon. G. M. 1 In thy great name, O Lord, we come To worship at thy feet ; Oh ! pour thy Holy Spirit down On all that now shall meet. 2 We come to hear Jehovah speak, To hear the Saviour's voice ; Thy face and favor, Lord, we seek ; Now make our hearts rejoice. 3 Teach us to pray and praise — to hear And understand thy word, To feel thy blissful presence near, And trust our living Lord. Rev. Joseph Haskins (1715-1788.) OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 197 Zio An evening song. C. M» 1 Now from the altar of our hearts Let flames of love arise ; Assist us, Lord, to offer up Our evening sacrifice. 2 Minutes and mercies multiplied Have made up all this day ; Minutes came quick, but mercies were More swift and free than they. 3 New time, new favor, and new joys Do a new song require ; Till we shall praise thee as we would, Accept our heart's desire. 4 Lord of our days, whose hand hath set New time upon our score, Thee may we praise for all our time When time shall be no more. Rev. John Mason (1834-1694.) 279 The last beam. P. W, 1 Fading, still fading, the last beam is- shining, 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 from crime. Ref. — Father, have mercy, Through Jesus Christ, our Lord. 198 OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. *2 Father in heaven, oh ! 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 thine arms when morning returns. Hef. — Father, have mercy, Through Jesus Christ, our Lord. Amen. Selina Shirley, Countess of Huntington (1707-1791.) *Z Ol/ Psalm cxvii, L. M. 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 (1674-1748.) Bow thine ear. L. M. 281 1 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 Clothe, then, with energy divine, Their words, and let those words be thine; OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 195' To them thy sacred truth reveal, Suppress their fear, inflame their zeal. 3 Teach them to sow the precious seed : Teach them thy chosen flock to feed ; Teach them immortal souls to gain — Souls that will well reward their pain. 4 Let thronging multitudes around Hear from their lips the joyful sound ; In humble strains thy grace implore, And feel thy new-creating power. Rev. B. Beddome (1717-1795.) Psalm xix. L. MT„. 282 1 The heavens declare thy glory, Lord! In every star thy wisdom shines ; But when our eyes behold thy word, We read thy name in fairer 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 ISCov shall thy spreading gospel rest, Till through the world thy truth has run,,. Till Christ has all the nations blest, That see the light, or feel the sun. 4 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.. 200 OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS 5 Thy noblest wonders here we view, In souls renewed, and sins forgiven : Lord! cleanse my sins, my soul renew, And make thy word my guide to heaven. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) ZoeS Psalm li. L. M. 1 A bkoken heart, my God, my King, Is all the sacrifice I bring ; The God of grace will ne'er despise A broken heart for sacrifice. 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 Oh ! 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.) 284 Psalm lxxxiv. I*. M. 1 How pleasant, how divinely fair, O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are I With long desire my spirit faints To meet the 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? OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 201 3 Blest are the saints who sit on high, Around thy throne, above the sky; Thy brightest glories shine above, And all their work is praise and love. 4 Blest are the saints who find a place Within the temple of thy grace ; There they behold thy gentler rays, And seek thy face, and learn thy praise. Rev, Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) Zbt) When Jesus speaks. L. 2JL 1 When Jesus speaks, so sweet the sound, The harps of heaven are hushed to hear ; And all his words go circling round From lip to lip and ear to ear. 2 But wondering seraph never heard, In all the mighty years of heaven, Music so sweet as that dear word : "Thy many sins are all forgiven." 3 Sinners of earth, redeemed by blood, How leaped your hearts, when first ye- knew The amazing grace, and understood The gift of pardon was for you ! 4 Adopted now, with spirits awed, Knowing your privilege unpriced, Ye claim the fatherhood of God, And brotherhood of Jesus Christ. Abraham Coles, AT. D. (181 3-1891. > 302 OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. ioD Evening Devotion. 8b & 7e. 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. $ Great my sins are, but thy mercy Far outweighs them every one ; Down before the cross I cast them, Trusting in thy help alone. 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 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. Z)Ol And at Even. L. M 1 At even, ere the sun was set, The sick, O Lord, around thee lay ; Oh ! in what divers pains they met ! Oh ! with what joy they went away ! 2 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. 5 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 ; OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 20£ 4 And some have found the world is vain, Yet from the world they break not free ; And some have friends who give them paio r Yet have not sought a friend in thee ; 5 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 wrong within. 6 O Saviour, Christ, thou, too, art Man ; Thou hast been troubled, tempted, tried ^ Thy kind but searching glance can scan The very wounds that shame would hide- 7 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. Henry Twells (1833 — .) Zo L. M. 1 May he, by whose kind care we meet, Send his good Spirit from above ; Make our communications sweet, And cause our hearts to burn with love. 306 OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 2 Forgotten be each earthly theme, When Christians see each other thus ; "We only wish to speak of him Who lived, and died, and reigns, for us. 3 We'll talk of all he did and said, And suffered for us here below ; The path he marked for us to tread, And what he's doing for us now. 4 Thus, as the moments pass away, We'll love, and wonder, and adore ; And hasten on the glorious day, When we shall meet — to part no more. Rev. John Xewton (1725-1807.) ZoZ Thy will he done. 8s & 4a, 1 My God and Father, while I stray Far from my home, on life's rough way, Oh! teach me from my heart to say, Thy will be done. 2 Let but my fainting heart be blest, With thy sweet Spirit for its guest, My God, to thee I leave the rest; Thy will be done. 3 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 ! 4 Then, when on earth I breathe no more, The prayer, oft mixed with tears before, I'll sing upon a happier shore, Thy will be done ! Miss Charlotte Elliott (1789-1871.) OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 207 293 The Mercy -Seat. L. Iff. 1 FtfOM every stormy wind that blows, From every swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a sure retreat, 'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat. 2 There is a place where Jesus sheds The oil of gladness on our heads ; A place than all besides more sweet, It is the blood-bought mercy-seat. -3 There is a scene where spirits blend, Where friend holds fellowship with friend; Though sundered far, by faith they meet, Around one common mercy-seat. 4 Ah! whither could we flee for aid, When tempted, desolate, dismayed? Or how the hosts of hell defeat, Had suffering saints no mercy-seat? 5 There, there, on eagles' wings we soar, And sin and sense seem all no more ; And heaven comes down our souls to greet, And glory crowns the mercy-seat. 6 Oh ! let my hand forget her skill, My tongue be silent, cold, and still, This bounding heart forget to beat, If I forget thy mercy seat. Rev. H. Stowell (1799-1865.J i"4 Retirement and Meditation. L. M. 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. 208 OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 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 ; I would obey the voice divine, And all inferior joys resign. 4 Be earth, with all her scenes, withdrawn ; Let noise and vanity be gone ; In secret silence of the mind. My heaven, and there my God, I find. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) £So A blessing implored. L. M. 1 Command thy blessing from above, O God! on all assembled here; Behold us with a Father's love, While we look up with filial fear. 2 Command thy blessing, Jesus, Lord I May we thy true disciples be ; Speak to each heart the mighty word. Say to the weakest, " Follow Me." 3 Command thy blessing in this hour, Spirit of Truth ! and fill this place With humbling and exalting power, With quickening and confirming grace- 4 O thou, our Maker, Saviour, Guide, One true eternal God conf est ; May naught in life or death divide The saints of thy communion blest. James Montgomery (1771-1854.) OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 209? A JJfe Continued Help. C. M o . 1 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 in the slippery paths of youth With heedless steps I ran, Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe,. And led me up to man. 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, oh ! eternity's too short To utter all thy praise ! Joseph Addison (1672-1719.) £\f I Psalm cxxii. C. ML. 1 How did my heart rejoice to hear My friends devoutly say, In Zion let us all appear And keep the solemn day. 14 '.210 OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 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 Peace be within this sacred place, And joy a constant guest ; With holy gifts and heavenly grace Be her attendants blest. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) ZtJO A Litany. 7s. 8 L 1 Loed, in this thy mercy's day, Ere from us it pass away, On our knees we fall and pray. 2 Holy Saviour, grant us tears, Fill us with heart-searching fears, Ere that awful doom appears. 3 Lord, on us thy Spirit pour, Kneeling lowly at the door, Ere it close for evermore. 4 By thy night of agony, By thy supplicating cry, By thy willingness to die ; <5 By thy tears of bitter woe For Jerusalem below, Let us, not thy love forego. OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 211 6 Grant us 'neath thy wings a place, Lest we lose this day of grace Ere we shall behold thy face. Rev. Isaac Williams (1805-1865.) £99 On going to rest. S. B£~ 1 The day is past and gone, The evening shades appear ; Oh ! may we all remember well The night of death draws near. 2 Lord, keep us safe this night, Secure from ail our fears ; May angels guard us while we sleep,, Till morning light appears. 3 And when we early rise And view the unwearied sun, May we set out to win the prize, And after glory run. 4 And when our days are past, And we from time remove, Oh ! may we in thy bosom rest, The bosom of thy love. Rev. John Leland (1754-1841.> 800 The Sabbath a Delight. S. ML 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. 212 OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 3 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.) »SOI Evening Song. ,8s & 7s, I;. 1 Saviour, breathe an evening blessing, Ere repose our spirits seal ; Sin and want we eome confessing, Thou canst save and thou canst heal. Though destruction walk around us, Though the arrow near us fly, Angel-guards from thee surround us, We are safe if thou art nigh. 12 Though the night be dark and dreary, Darkness cannot hide from thee ; Thou art he who, never weary, Watchest where thy people be. 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 Edmeston (1791-1867.) bijZ Doxology. 8s&7s, 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 j Undivided adoration To the one Jehovah give. Josiah Conder (1789-1855.) THE SCEIPTUEES. 213 oijtL Closing Prayer. 8s & 7s, D. May the grace of Christ, our Saviour, And the Father's boundless love, With the Holy Spirit's favor, Rest upon us from above. Thus may we abide in union With each other and the Lord, And possess, in sweet communion, Joys which earth cannot afford. Rev. 'John Newton (1725-180T.) 304 The Bible. C. 1L 1 A gloey gilds the sacred page, Majestic like the sun; It gives a light to every age, It gives, but borrows none. 2 The hand that gave it still supplies The gracious light and heat; His truths upon the nations rise, They rise, but never set. 3 Let everlasting thanks be thine, For such a bright display, As makes a world of darkness shine With beams of heavenly day. 4 My soul rejoices to pursue The steps of him I love, Till glory breaks upon my view In brighter worlds above. Wm. Cowper (1731-1800.) 214 THE SOEIPTUEES. e$UD Godly Sincerity. C. M. 1 Walk in the light! so shalt thou know That fellowship of love His Spirit only can bestow, Who reigns in light above. 2 Walk in the light! and thou shalt find Thy heart made truly his. Who dwells in cloudless light enshrined, In whom no darkness is. 3 Walk in the light! and e'en the tomb ISTo fearful shade shall wear; Glory shall chase away its gloom, For Christ hath conquered there. 4 Walk in the light! and thou shalt see Thy path, though thorny, bright; For God by grace shall dwell in thee, And God himself is light. Bernard Barton (1784-1849.) 308 Psalm cxix. C. M. 1 Oh ! how I love thy holy law ! 'Tis daily my delight; And thence my meditations draw Divine advice by night. 2 My waking eyes prevent the day, To meditate thy word ; My soul with longing melts away To hear thy gospel, Lord. 3 Thy heavenly words my heart engage, And well employ my tongue ; And in my tiresome pilgrimage Yield me a heavenly song. THE SCRIPTURES. 215 4 When nature sinks, and spirits droop, Thy promises of grace Are pillars to support rny hope, And there I write thy praise. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) oOi Psalm cxix. C. M. 1 Lord, I have made thy word my choice, My lasting heritage ; There shall my noblest powers rejoice, My warmest thoughts engage. 2 I'll 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. 4 The best relief that mourners have, It makes our sorrows blest; Our fairest hope beyond the grave, And our eternal rest. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 308 The Word of God. 7s & 63, J>^ 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. 216 THE SCRIPTURES. 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 Oh ! make thy church, dear Saviour, A lamp of burnished gold, To bear before the nations Thy true light, as of old. Oh ! teach thy wandering pilgrims By this their path to trace, Till, clouds and darkness ended, They see thee face to face. Bishop William Walsham How, 1867. oOe) Fullness of the Gospel, 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 a 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. THE SCEIPTUEES. 217 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 Oh ! grant us grace, Almighty Lord, To read and mark thy holy word ; Its truths with meekness to receive, And by its holy precepts live. Rev. Benjamin Beddome (1717-1795.) OlO The Bible precious. C. M* 1 How precious is the Book divine, By inspiration given ! Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine, To guide our souls to heaven. 2 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts In this dark vale of tears ; Life, light, and joy it still imparts, And quells our rising fears. 3 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 Fawcett (1739-1817.) 31 J Richness of the Scriptures. CM. 1 Father of mercies, in thy word, What endless glory shines ! For ever be thy name adored, For these celestial lines. 218 THE SCRIPTURES. 2 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice Spreads heavenly peace around, And life and everlasting joys Attend the blissful sound. 3 Oh ! may these heavenly pages be My ever dear delight ; And still new beauties may I see, And still increasing light. 4 Divine Instructor, gracious Lord, Be thou for ever near! Teach me to love thy sacred word, And view my Saviour there. Miss Anne Steele (1717-1778.) &\i Christ's glory unveiled. CM. 1 Thou lovely Source of true delight, Whom I unseen adore : Unveil thy beauties to my sight, That I may love thee more. 2 Thy glory o'er creation shines, But in thy sacred word I read, in fairer, brighter lines, My bleeding, dying Lord. 3 'Tis here, whene'er my comforts droop, And sins and sorrows rise, Thy love, with cheerful beams of hope, My fainting heart supplies. 4 Jesus, my Lord, my life, my light, Oh ! come with blissful ray ; Break radiant through the shades of night And chase my fears away. Miss Anne Steele (1717-1778.) THE HOLT SPIRIT. 219 £>!«$ Prayer for the descent of the Spirit. O. BT. 1 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening powers, Kindle a name 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.) 314 Toe gift of God. CM. 1 Come, Holy Ghost, Creator, come, Inspire these souls of thine ; Till every heart which thou hast made Be filled with grace divine. 2 Thou art the Comforter, the gift Of God, and fire of love ; The everlasting spring of joy, And unction from above. 220 THE HOLT SPIRIT. 3 Enlighten our dark souls, till they Thy sacred love embrace ; Assist our minds, by nature frail, With thy celestial grace. 4 Teach us the Father to confess, And Son, from death revived, And thee, with both, O Holy Ghost, Who art from both derived. Latin of 12th Century. Tr. by Tate. 315 Veni Sancte Spiritus. 7s, 3 L 1 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 Light immortal, Light divine, Visit thou these hearts of thine, And our inmost being fill. 4 If thou take thy grace away, Nothing pure in man will stay ; All his good is turned to ill. 5 Thou, on those who evermore Thee confess, and thee adore, In thy sevenfold gifts descend. 6 Give them comfort when they die, Give them life with thee on high ; Give them joys which never end. Robert II., King of France (972-1031.; Tr. by Rev. Edward Caswall, 1814. 316 THE HOLY SPIEIT. 22£ Veni Sancte Spiritus. 6s & 4sv 1 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 : Oh! come to-day! 2 Come, tenderest Friend, and best* Our most delightful Guest, With soothing power : Rest, which the weary know, Shade, 'mid the noontide glow, Peace, where deep griefs o'erflow*. Cheer us, this hour! 3 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! 4 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. 5 Come, all the faithful bless ; Let all who Christ confess, His praise employ; ^222 THE HOLY SPIEIT. Give virtue's rich reward; Victorious death accord. And, with our glorious Lord, Eternal joy! Robert II, King of France (972-10SL) Tr. by Rev. Ray Palmer. eSf SJ Prayer to the Spirit. 7s~ 1 Gracious Spirit, love 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, for ever thine. John Stocker, 172o c . ;224 THE HOLY SPIEIT. &Z\j Comforter divine. 7s & 5s. 1 Come to our poor nature's night With thy blessed inward light, Holy Ghost, the Infinite, Comforter divine ! U Like the dew, thy peace distill ; Guide, subdue, our wayward will, Things of Christ unfolding still, Comforter divine ! 3 Gentle, loving, holy Guest, Make thy temple in each breast ; There thy presence be confessed, Comforter divine ! Geo. Rawson (1807-1886.) tlAl The blest Comforter is nigh. L. M. 1 Sure the blest Comforter is nigh ; 'Tis 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 sacred peace t THE HOLY SPIKIT. 225 5 Let thy kind Spirit in my heart For ever dwell, O God of love, And light and heavenly peace impart v Sweet earnest of the joys above. Miss Anne Steele (1717-1778.) &ZZ Veni, Creator/ L. M. 1 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 ! Send sweet anointing from 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 of life aside. Rabanus Maurus (776-856.) Tr. by Rev. Edward Caswalt (18x4-1878.) i£o Tf^e grieved Spirit besought. L. M. I Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay ; Though I have done thee such despite, Cast not the sinner quite away, Nor take thine everlasting flight. 15 22b THE HOLY SPIEIT. 2 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 ; 3 Yet oh ! the chief of sinners spare, In honor of my great High Priest; Nor in thy righteous anger swear I shall not see thy people's rest. 4 If yet thou canst my sins forgive, E'en now, O Lord, relieve my woes ; Into thy rest of love receive, And bless me with a calm repose. 5 E'en now my weary soul release, And raise me by thy gracious hand; Guide me into thy perfect peace, And bring me to the promised land. Rev. Charles Wesley (1703-1788.) dZi Striving of 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 ; Eegard in time the warning kind : That call thou mayst not always slight, And yet the gate of mercy find. THE HOLY SPIRIT. 227 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 ; Oh ! shouldst thou grieve him now away, Then hope may never beam on thee. Mrs. Ann Bradley Hyde (1799-1872.) 325 Prayer for Best in God. L. M. 1 Come, Holy Spirit, calm my mind, And fit me to approach my God ; 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 ? Oh! kindle now the sacred flame; Make me to burn with pure desire. 3 A brighter faith and hope impart, And let me now the Saviour see ; Oh ! soothe and cheer my burdened heart, And bid my spirit rest in thee. Rev. Henry Forster Burdens Coll., 1826. oZh Come, Holy Ghost. C. M. 1 Come, Holy Ghost, our hearts inspire; Let us thine influence prove, Source of the old prophetic fire, Fountain of light and love. THE HOLT SPIEIT. 2 Come, Holy Ghost, for moved by thee The prophets wrote and spoke ; Unlock the truth, thyself the key, Unseal the sacred book. 3 Expand thy wings, celestial Dove, Brood o'er our nature's night ; On our disordered spirits move, And let there now be light. 4 God through himself we then shall know If thou within us shine, And sound, with all thy saints below, The depths of love divine. Rev. Charles Wesley (1708-1788.) 327 The Comforter. 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 of thy grace. Mrs. Lydia Howard Huntley Sigourney (3791-1865.) THE HOLY SPIRIT. ZZy oZo Grieving the Spirit. S. M. 1 And canst thou, sinner, slight The call of love divine ? Shall God with tenderness invite, And gain no thought of thine ? 2 Wilt thou not cease to grieve The Spirit from thy breast, Till he thy wretched soul shall leave, With all thy sins oppressed? 3 To-day a pardoning God Will hear the suppliant pray : To-day, a Saviour's cleansing blood Will wash thy guilt away. 4 But grace so dearly bought, If yet thou wilt despise, Thy fearful doom, with vengeance fraught, Will fill thee with surprise. Mrs. Anna Bradley Hyde (1799-1872.) &£u The Spirit's influence. S. li. 1 Come, Holy Spirit, come! Let thy bright beams arise ; Dispel the darkness from our minds, Arid open thou 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 gracious love of God. 230 OHEISTIAN" ACTIVITY. 4 'Tis thine to cleanse the heart, To sanctify the soul, To pour fresh life on every part, And new create the whole. 5 Dwell, therefore, in our hearts ; Our minds from bondage free ; Then shall we know, and praise, and love The Father, Son, and thee. Rev. Joseph Hart (1712-1768.) 0&\) Sow beside all waters, S. M. 1 Sow in the morn thy seed, At eve hold not thy hand ; To doubt and fear give thou no h,eed, Broadcast it o'er the land. 2 The good, the fruitful ground, Expect not here nor there ; O'er hill and dale by plots 'tis found : Go forth, then, everywhere. 3 Thou knowest not which may thrive, The late or early sown ; Grace keeps the precious germs alive, When and wherever strown. 4 Thou canst not toil in vain ; Cold, heat, and moist, and dry, Shall foster and mature the grain For garners in the sky. 5 Thence, when the glorious end, The day of God, is come, The angel reapers shall descend, And heaven sing, "Harvest-home." James Montgomery (1771-1854=.) CHRISTIAN ACTIVITY. 231 ODI Contribution, 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 To comfort and to bless, To find a balm for woe, To tend the lone and fatherless Is angel's work below. 4 The captive to release, To God the lost to bring, To teach the way of life and peace — It is a Christ-like thing. 5 And we believe thy word, Though dim our faith may be ; Whate'er for thine we do, O Lord, We do it unto thee. Bp. W. W. Hoio (1823 — .) OO&i PsaZmxcii. S. M. 1 Sweet is the work, O Lord, Thy glorious name to sing ; To praise and pray — to hear thy word, And grateful offerings bring. 2 Sweet — at the dawning light, Thy boundless love to tell ; 232 CHRISTIAN ACTIVITY. And wnen 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 best employ Eternally in heaven. Hiss Hariei Auber (1773-1862.) d«S?5 Christian warfare, L. IkT. 1 Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears, And gird the gospel armor on : March to the gates of endless joy, Where Jesus thy 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 (1674-1748.) CHEISTIA2T ACTIVITY. 233 0«54 A charge to keep. S. M. 1 A chaege to keep I have, A God to glorify ; A never-dying soul to save, And fit it for the sky. 2 From youth to hoarv age, My calling to fulfil ; Oh ! 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 oh ! 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 (1708-1788.) 335 Soldiers of Christ. S. M. 1 Soldiees 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; But take to arm you for the fight The panoply of God : — 234 OHEISTIAN ACTIVITY. 4 That, having all things done, And all your conflicts past, Ye may o'ercome through Christ alone, And stand entire at last. 5 From strength to strength go on, Wrestle, and fight, and pray; Tread all the powers of darkness down, And win the well-fought day. 6 Still let the Spirit cry, In all his soldiers, "Come," Till Christ, the Lord, descend from high, And take the conquerors home. Rev. diaries Wesley (1708-1788.) S&h Watch and pray. S. M. 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 Oh ! 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 ; Thy arduous work will not be done Till thou hast got the crown. 4 Fight on, my soul, till death Shall bring thee to thy God ; He'll take thee, at thy parting breath, Up to his blest abode. Geo. H.ath(— 1822.) CHKISTIAN ACTIVITY. 235 && l Triumphant grace. G. M. 1 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. 2 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, And grace my fears relieved ; How precious did that grace appear The hour I first believed ! 3 Through many dangers, toils, and snares, I have already come ; 'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home. 4 The Lord has promised good to me, His word my hope secures ; He will my shield and portion be As long as life endures. 5 And when this flesh and heart shall fail, And mortal life shall cease, I shall possess, within the veil, A life of joy and peace. Rev. John Newton (1725-1807.) uoo Christian activity. C. M. 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. 236 CHEISTIAX ACTIVITY. 3 'Tis God's all-animating voice That calls thee from on high ; 'Tis his own hand presents the prize To thine uplifted eye. 4 Then wake, my soul, stretch every nerve. And press with vigor on ; A heavenly race demands thy zeal And an immortal crown. Rev. Philip Doddridge (1702-1751.) dtJ" The Christian soldier. C. M, 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 dark 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 see the triumph from afar f With faith's discerning eye. CHRISTIAN ACTIVITY. 237 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.) 34(1 Strive to enter in. C. M. 1 Oh! speed thee, Christian, on thy way, And to thy armor eling ; With girded loins the call obey, That grace and mercy bring. 2 There is a battle to be fought, An upward race to run ; A crown of glory to be sought, A victory to be won. 3 Oh! faint not, Christian, for thy sighs Are heard before his throne ; The race must come before the prize, The cross before the crown. Church Mel. Sil Fight the good fight. 6s & 5s, B- 1 Onwaed, 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 banners go. Ref. — Onward, Christian soldiers. Marching as to war, With the cross of Jesus Going on before. 238 CHKISTIAN ACTIVITY. 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. — Ref. 3 Like a mighty army Moves the Church of God ; 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. — Ref. 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 r And that cannot fail. — Ref. 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. — Ref. Rev. Sabine Baring-Gould (1834—), 1865. CHRISTIAN ACTIVITY. 239 H*Z Christ our Leader. 6s & 5s, D. 1 Brightly gleams our banner, Pointing to the sky, Waving wanderers onward To their home on high ! Journeying o'er the desert, Gladly thus we pray, Still with hearts united Singing on our way. Ref. — Brightly gleams our banner, Pointing to the sky, Waving wanderers onward To their home on high. 2 Jesus, Lord and Master, At thy sacred feet, Here, with hearts rejoicing, See thy children meet. Often have we left thee, Often gone astray ; Keep us, mighty Saviour, In the narrow way. — Ref. 3 All our days direct us In the way we go, Lead us on victorious Over every foe ; Bid thine angels shield us When the storm clouds lour ; Pardon, Lord, and save us In the last dread hour. — Ref. 4 Then with saints and angels May we join above, 240 THE ADVENT. Offering prayers and praises At thy throne of love. When the toil is over, Then comes rest and peace, Jesus in his beauty ! Songs that never cease ! — Ree. Rev. T. J. Potter a»27-1873.) d4d Christmas Carol. 8s & Gs, D. 1 It carne 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 But 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 : Oh! hush the noise, ye men of strife, And hear the angels sing. THE ADVENT. 241 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 : Oh! rest beside the weary road, And hear the angels sing. 5 For lo, the days are hastening on, By prophet bards foretold, l^hen with the ever 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. E. H. Sears (1810-1876.) 344 The Nativity. C. M. 1 While shepherds watched their flocks by night, All seated on the ground, 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 : — 16 £42 THE ADVENT. 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, who 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, 1696. 345 The Angels' Song. CM. 1 Angels rejoiced and sweetly sung At our Redeemers 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 nil the world with light, That Jew and Gentile, through the earth, May know thy saving might. Rev. Wm. Burn (1754-1829.) THE ADVENT. 24S 346 The Nativity of Christ. CM. 1 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 Oh ! for a glance of heavenly love I Our hearts and songs to raise ; Sweetly to bear our souls above, And mingle with their lays. 4 Hark, the cherubic armies shout, And glory lea'ds the song : Good- will and peace are heard throughout The harmonious heavenly throng. 5 With joy the chorus we repeat, 1 1 Glory to God on high ! Good-will and peace are now complete ; Jesus was born to die." Rev. Samuel Medley (173S-1799.) 34 7 The Xa tivity. 7s , D, 1 Haek ! the herald angels sing 14 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 ; With the angelic host proclaim, Christ is bom in Bethlehem ! 244 THE ADVENT. 2 Christ, by highest heaven adored ; Christ, the everlasting Lord ; Late in time behold him come, Offspring of the Virgin's womb ; Vailed in flesh the Godhead see ; Hail the incarnate Deity, Pleased as man with men to dwell ; Jesus, our Immanuel! 3 Hail ! the heaven-born Prince of Peace ! Hail the Sun of Righteousness J 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 give them second birth. Rev. Charles Wesley (1708-1783.) 348 The Christ of God. 7a, D. 1 He has come ! the Christ of God Left for us his glad abode ; Stooping from his throne of bliss, To this darksome wilderness. He has come ! the Prince of Peace ; Come to bid our sorrows cease ; Come to scatter with his light All the shadows of our night. 2 He, the mighty King, has come ! Making this poor earth his home ; Come to bear our sin's sad load ; Son of David, Son of God! THE ADVENT. 245 He has come, whose name of grace Speaks deliverance to our race ; Left for us his glad abode ; Son of Mary, Son of God ! 3 Unto us a child is born ! Ne'er has earth beheld a morn, Among all the morns of time, Half so glorious in its prime. Unto us a Son is given ! He has come from God's own heaven, Bringing with him from above Holy peace and holy love. Rev. H. Boiiar (1808-1890.) 349 Glory to God. CM. 1 Calm on the listening ear of night Come heaven's melodious strains, Where wild Judea stretches far Her silver-mantled plains. 2 Celestial ehoL's from courts above Shed sacred glories there, And angels with their sparkling lyres, Make music on the air. 3 The answering hills of Palestine Send back the glad reply ; And greet, from all their holy heights, The Day-Spring from on high. 4 O'er the blue depths of Galilee There comes a holier calm, And Sharon waves, in solemn praise, Her silent groves of palm. 246 THE ADVENT. 5 " Glory to God! " the sounding skies Loud with their anthems ring — " Peace to the earth, good- will to men, • From heaven's eternal King." Rev. E. H. Sears (1810-1876.) 350 The Nativity. C. M. 1 " Glory to God ! " the lofty strain The realm of ether fills ; How sweeps the song of solemn joy O'er Judah's sacred hills ! 2 "Glory to God ! " the sounding skies Loud with their anthems ring : 44 Peace on the earth ; good- will to men, From heaven's eternal king." 3 Light on thy hills, Jerusalem ! The Saviour now is born ; More bright on Bethlehem's joyous plains Breaks the first Christmas morn. 4 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 ? Oh ! catch the anthem that from heaven O'er Judah's mountains rolled ! 6 When nightly burst from seraph-harps The high and solemn lay, — " Glory to God ; on earth be peace ; Salvation comes to-day." Rev. E. H. Sears (1810-1876.) THE ADVENT. 247 oDI Song of the Angels. 8a & 7a, D. 1 Hark ! what mean those holy voices, Sweetly sounding through the skies! Lo! the angelic host rejoices, Heavenly hallelujahs rise. Listen to the wondrous story Which they chant in hymns of joy; Glory in the highest, glory ! Glory be to God most high ! 2 Peace on earth, good-will from heaven, Reaching far as man is found ; Souls redeemed and sins forgiven, Loud our golden harps shall sound. Christ is born, the great Anointed, Heaven and earth his praises sing; Oh ! receive whom God appointed, For your Prophet, Priest, and King. 3 Hasten, mortals, to adore him, Learn his name and taste his joy; Till in heaven ye sing before him, Glory be to God most high. Let us learn the wondrous story, Of our great Redeemer's birth, Spread the brightness of his glory, Till it covers all the earth. Rev. John Cawood (1775-1852.) OuAf Christ the new-born King. 8a & 4?. 1 Angels, from the realms of glory, Wing your flight o'er all the earth ; Ye who sang creation's story, Now proclaim Messiah's birth : Come and worship, Worship Christ, the new-born King. 248 THE ADVENT. 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-bom 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 in humble prayer are 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. James Montgomery (1771-1854.) OtfO PsaZmxxiv. C. M. 1 Lift up your heads, eternal gates! Unfold, to entertain The King of glory : see ! He comes, With his celestial train. 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. THE ADVENT. 249 Who is the King of glory — who ? The Lord of hosts renowned ; Of glory he alone is King, Who is with glory crowned. Ta\e and Brady, 1696. To us a child is bom. C. M. 354 1 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. 2 His name shall be the Prince of Peace, For evermore adored, The Wonderful, the Counsellor, The great and mighty Lord. 3 His power, increasing, still shall spread, His reign no end shall know; Justice shall guard his throne above, And peace abound below. 4 To us a child of hope is born, To us a Son is given, The Wonderful, the Counsellor, The mighty Lord of heaven. Rev. John Morrison (1749-1798.) d>)D Joy to the world. C. M. 1 Joy to the world, the Lord is come, Let earth receive her King ; Let every heart prepare him room, And heaven and nature sing. 250 THE ADVENT. 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.) 3e)b Advent of Christ. CM. 1 Haek ! the glad sound, the Saviour comes, The Saviour promised long ; Let every heart prepare a throne, And every voice a song. 2 On him the Spirit, largely poured, Exerts his sacred fire ; Wisdom, and might, and zeal, and love His holy breast inspire. 3 He comes the prisoners to release, In Satan's bondage held, The gates of brass before him burst The iron fetters yield. 4 He comes, from thickest films of vice To clear the inward sight; And on the eyes obscured by sin, To pour celestial light. THE ADVENT. 251 5 He comes the broken heart to bind, The bleeding soul to cure • And with the treasures of his grace To enrich the humble poor. 6 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.) oDl Brightest and best. lis & 10s. 1 Beightest 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. 2 Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining ; Low lies his head with the beasts of the stall ; Angels adore him, in slumber reclining, Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all I 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 heart's adoration; Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor, Bp. Reginald Reber (1783-1826.) 252 THE ADVENT. 358 Adeste Fidcles. lis. 1 Oh ! come all ye faithful, Joyfully triumphant, To Bethlehem hasten now with glad accord ; Lo! in a manger Lies the King of angels ; Oh ! come, let us adore him, Christ the Lord. 2 Raise, raise, choirs of angels, Songs of loudest triumph, Through heaven's high arches be your praises poured . Now to our God be Glory in the highest ; Oh ! come, let us adore him, Christ the Lord. Rev, Wm. Merctr, tr., 1873. 359 The Glad Tidings. lis & 10s. 1 Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing; Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King. Zion, the marvelous story be telling, The Son of the Highest, how lowly his birth; The brightest archangel in glory excelling, He stoops to redeem thee, he reigns upon earth. Ref. — Shout the glad tidings, etc. 2 Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing; Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King. Tell how he cometh ; from nation to nation, The heart-cheering news let the earth echo round; THE PASSION. 25$ How free to the faithful he offers salvation ! How his people with joy everlasting are crowned ! Kef. — Shout the glad tidings, etc. 3 Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing; Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King. Mortals, your homage be gratefully bringing, And sweet let the gladsome hosanna arise ; Ye angels, the full hallelujah be singing ; One chorus resound through the earth and the skies. Ref. — Shout the glad tidings, etc. Rev. W. A. Muhlenburg (1796-1877.) 360 The manifestation of Christ. 7s, 6 L. 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! "254 THE PASSION. 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. Bp. R. Man*, 1848. *>Ol Christ our pattern. L. M. 1 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. 12 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.) 3fe Z Christ in Gethsemane. L.M. 1 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow The star is dimmed that lately shone ; 'Tis midnight ; in the garden now The suffering Saviour prays alone. THE PASSION. 255 2 'Tis 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 blood ; Yet he that hath in anguish knelt Is not forsaken by his God. 4 'Tis midnight; and from heavenly 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 (1794-1849.) «Sb«5 Christ our Example. 7s, 6 1. 1 Go to dark Gethsemane, Ye who 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 ; Oh ! the wormwood and the gall ! Oh ! 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 him cry ; Learn of Jesus Christ to die. 256 THE PASSION. 4 Early hasten to the tomb, Where they laid his breathless clay ; All is solitude and gloom ; Who hath taken him away? Christ has risen, he meets our eyes ; Saviour, teach us so to rise. James Montgomery (1771-1854.) bo4 Rock of Ages. 7s, 6 1 1 Rook of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in thee ; Let the water and the blood, From thy wounded side which flowed, Be of sin the double cure ; Save me from its guilt and power. 2 Not the labor 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 ; Vile, I to the fountain fly ; Wash me, Saviour, or I die. 4 While I draw this fleeting breath, When my eyelids 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 (1740-1778.) THE PASSION. 357 365 The Lamb of God. 7s. 6 L 1 Jesus, Lamb of God, for me Thou, the Lord of life, didst die; Whither, — whither but to thee Can a trembling sinner fly? Death's dark waters o'er me roll, Save, oh! save my sinking soul. 2 Never bowed a martyred head ; Weighed with equal sorrow down, Never blood so rich was shed, Never king wore such a crown! To thy cross and sacrifice Faith now lifts her tearful eyes. 3 All my soul, by love subdued, Melts in deep contrition there , By thy mighty grace renewed, New-born hope forbids despair; Lord, thou canst my guilt forgive, Thou hast bid me look and live. 4 While with broken heart I kneel, Sinks the inward storm to rest; Life — immortal life — I feel Kindled in my throbbing breast; Thine, for ever thine I am, Glory to the bleeding Lamb ! Rev. Ray Palmer (1808-1887.) ODD Expostulation. 7s, 61. 1 Heaet of stone, relent, relent, Break, by Jesus' cross subdued; See his body mangled, rent, Covered with his flowing blood. Sinful soul, what hast thou done? Crucified the incarnate Son ! 17 258 THE PASSION. 2 Will you let him die in vain, Still to death pursue the Lord ; Open tear his wounds again, Trample on his precious blood ? No, with all my sins I'll part ; Saviour, take my broken heart. Rev. Charles Wesley (1708-1788.) «So7 Faith in the sacrifice of Christ. S. M. 1 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.) THE PASSION. 259 duO Doxology. Ye angels round the throne, And saints that dwell below, Worship the Father, love the Son, And bless the Spirit too. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) ottJJ The fellowship of his sufferings. L. M. 1 How shall I follow him I serve ? r How shall I copy him I love ? Nor from those blessed footsteps swerve Which lead me to his seat above ? 2 Privations, sorrows, bitter scorn, The life of toil, the mean abode, The faithless kiss, the crown of thorn — Are these the consecrated road ? 3 'Twas thus he suffered, though a Son, Fore-knowing, choosing, feeling all, Until the perfect work was done, And drunk the cup of bitter gall. 4 Lord, should my path through suffering lie, Forbid that I should e'er repine ; Still let me turn to Calvary, Nor heed my griefs, remembering thine. Josiah Conder (1789-1855.) d70 At the Cross. 7s & 6s, D. 1 Sacked Head, once wounded, With grief and shame weighed down, How scornfully surrounded With thorns, thine only crown j 260 THE PASSION. Sacred Head, what glory, What bliss, till now was thine I Yet, though despised and gory, I joy to call thee mine. 2 How art thou pale with anguish, With sore abuse and scorn; How does that visage languish That once was bright as morn! What language shall I borrow To thank thee, dearest Friend, For this thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end ? 3 Oh ! make me thine forever ; And should I fainting be, Lord, let me never, never, Outlive my love to thee. Be near when I am dying ; Oh ! show thy cross to me I And, for my succor flying, Come, Lord, and set me free. Bernard of Clairvaux (1091-1153.) Rev. Paul Gerhardt (1606-1676), 1659. Tr. by Rev. James Waddell Alexander (1804-1S59.) «57I All-forgiving. 7s & 6s, D. 1 Life of the world ! I hail thee ; Hail, Jesus, Saviour dear! 1 to thy cross could yield me, Might I to thee be near. Thyself, in all thy fullness, My Lord, to me impart ; As thee I seek, oh! help me To find thee in my heart 1 THE PASSION. 261 2 Look on me, All-forgiving ! Low at thy feet I bow ; Oh ! all-divine thou seemest, As I behold thee now ! I clasp with tender passion, Thy feet, so pierced for us, The cruel wounds deep graven, O'erwhelmed to see thee thus! 3 While here with thee I linger, Take me, dear Saviour mine ! Oh ! draw me to thee closer, And make me wholly thine ; Say, "Be thou saved, O sinner! " And gladly at thy call, On thy sure word relying, To thee I give my all. Tr. by Rev. Ray Palmer (1808-1887.) I thirst, L. M".. S72 1 His are the thousand sparkling rills That from a thousand fountains burst, And rill with music all the hills ; And yet he saith, "I thirst." 2 All fiery pangs on battle-fields, On fever beds where sick men toss, Are in that human cry he yields To anguish on the cross. 3 But more than pains that racked him then Was the deep longing thirst divine, That thirsted for the souls of men ; Dear Lord ! and one was mine. $62 THE PASSION. 4 O Love most patient, give me grace ; Make all my soul athirst for thee ; That parched dry lip, that fading face, That thirst, were all for me. Unknown SH The ivorJc finished. L. M. 1 'Tis finished! so the Saviour cried, And meekly bowed his head and died ; 'Tis finished — yes, the race is run, The battle fought, the victory won. 2 'Tis finished ! all that heaven decreed, And all the ancient prophets said, Is now fulfilled, as was designed, In me, the Saviour of mankind. 3 'Tis finished ! heaven is reconciled, And all the powers of darkness spoiled ; Peace, love, and happiness again Return and dwell with sinful men. 4 'Tis finished! let the joyful sound Be heard through all the nations round ; 'Tis finished ! let the echo fly Through heaven and hell, through earth and Sky. Rev. S. Stennett (1725-1795.) Ol4 Praise for redemption. L. M. 1 Blest Jesus, when thy cross I view, That mystery to the angelic host, I gaze with grief and rapture too, And all my soul's in wonder lost. THE PASSION. 2o$ 2 What strange compassion filled thy breast, That brought thee, from thy thron one high, To woes that cannot be expressed, To be despised, to groan and die ! 3 Was it for man, rebellious man, Sunk by his crimes below the grave, Who, justly doomed to endless pain, Found none to pity or to save ? 4 For man didst thou forsake the sky, To bleed upon the accursed tree ? And didst thou taste of death, to buy Immortal life and bliss for me ? 5 Had I a voice to praise thy name, Loud as the trump that wakes the dead r Had I the raptured seraph's flame, My debt of love could ne'er be paid. 6 Yet, Lord, a sinner's heart receive, This burdened, contrite heart of mine ; Thou knowest I've naught beside to give ; And let it be forever thine. Rev. C&nrad Speece (1776-1838.) O i D And there they crucified him. G. MT. 1 Theee is a green hill far away, Without a city wall ; Where the dear Lord was crucified, Who died to save us all. 2 We may not know, we cannot telL What pains he had to bear ; 264 THE PASSION. But we believe it was for lis 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. Mrs. Cecil F. Alexander (1823 — .) 57 O The triumphs of Christ. C. M., D. 1 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. Come, saints, and drop a tear or two, For him who groaned beneath your load ; He shed a thousand drops for you, A thousand drops of richer blood. 2 Here's love and grief beyond degree, The Lord of glory dies for men- But lo ! what sudden joys we see, Jesus, the dead, revives again. The risen God forsakes the tomb, Up to his Father's courts he flies ; Cherubic legions guard him home, And shout him welcome to the skies. THE PASSION". 265 3 Dry up your tears, ye saints, and tell How high your great Deliverer reigns ; Sing how he spoiled the hosts of hell, And led the monster death in chains. Say, ' ' Live for ever, wondrous King ! Born to redeem, and strong to save." Then ask the monster, "Where's thy sting, And where's thy victory, boasting grave ? n Rev. Isaac Watts (1874^174a) 377 We adore thee. 7a & 6s, D. 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. Oh! glorious King, we bless thee, No longer pass thee by ; O Jesus, we confess thee Our Lord, enthroned on high. 3 Thy wounds, thy grief beholding, With thee, O Lord, we grieve; Jhee in our hearts enfolding, Our hearts thy wounds receive ; 266 PKAISE TO THE KISEX LOKD. Lord, grant to us remission ; Life through thy death restore ; Yea, grant us the fruition Of life for evermore. Rev. Arthur Tozer Russell, 1851. •S i O Now to the Lord. L. M. 1 Now to the Lord, a noble song; Awake, my soul; awake, my tongue; Hosanna to the Eternal ISTame, And all his boundless love proclaim. 2 See where it shines in Jesus' face, The brightest image of his grace ; God, in the person of his Son, Has all his mightiest works outdone. 3 The spacious earth and spreading flood Proclaim the wise and powerful God ; And thy rich glories from afar Sparkle in every rolling star. 4 But in his looks a glory stands, The noblest labor of thine hands ; The pleasing lustre of his eyes Outshines the wonders of the skies. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) ■«$ § *s The majesty and mercy of God. L. Ml 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. PEAISE TO THE EISEX LOED. 267 2 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 (1674-1748), S80 The debt of love. H. ML 1 Come, every pious heart, That loves the Saviour's name, Your noblest powers exert To celebrate his fame ; Tell all above, and all below. The debt of love 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, oh! who can tell To save our souls from death and hell? 3 From the dark grave he rose, The mansions of the dead, And thence his mighty foes In glorious triumph led ; Up through the sky the Conqueror rode, And reigns on high, the Saviour God. 4 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, to thee we give ; The gift, though small, thou wilt receive. Samuel Stennett (1727-1795.; 268 PEAISE TO THE EISEN LOED. Ool Christ interceding above. C. M. 1 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. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) doi Christ's intercession. C. ML 1 Awake, sweet gratitude, and sing The ascended Saviour's love ; Sing how he lives to carry on His people's cause above. 2 With cries and tears, he offered up His humble suit below ; But with authority he asks, Enthroned in glory now. PEAISE TO THE EISEN LOED. 2(59 3 For all that come to God by him, Salvation he demands; Points to their names upon his breast, And spreads his wounded hands. 4 His sweet atoning sacrifice Gives sanction to his claim : 1 * Father, I will that all my saints Be with me where I am. 5 ' ' By their salva tion, recompense The sorrows I endured ; Just to the merits of thy Son, And faithful to thy word." 6 Eternal life, at his request. To every saint is given; Safety on earth, and, after death, The plenitude of heaven. Rev. Augustus Montague Toplady (1740-1778.) OOeJ Sabbath morning. C. H. M. 1 How calm and beautiful the morn That gilds the sacred tomb, Where once the Crucified was borne, And veiled in midnight gloom! Oh! weep no more the Saviour slain; The Lord is risen, He lives again. 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. 270 PRAISE TO THE RISEN LORD. 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 : Oh! 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 (1784-1872.) 384 Glory to God. C. H. M„ 1 The morning purples all the sky, The air with praises rings ; Defeated death 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 gateway of the grave Strides forth into the day : Glory to God ! our glad lips cry ; All glory be to God Most High ! PRAISE TO THE RISEtf LORD. 271 3 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 ! 4 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. 5oe) We shall see his face. 8s&7s, 1 "We shall see hint," in our nature, Seated on his lofty throne ; Loved, adored, by every creature, Owned as God, and God alone ! 2 There the hosts of shining spirits Strike their harps, and loudly sing To the praise of Jesus' merits, To the glory of their King. 3 When we pass o'er death's dark river, "We shall see him as he is," Resting in his love and favor, Owning all the glory his. 4 There to cast our crowns before him, Oh! what bliss the thought affords! There forever to adore him, King of kings, and Lord of lords ! Miss Mary Pyper (1795 — .) 272 PRAISE TO THE EISEX LOED. dbft Jesus lives. P. M 1 Jesus lives ! no longer now Can thy terrors, death, appall us; Jesus lives ! by this we know Thou, O grave, canst not enthral us. Allelulial 2 Jesus lives ! henceforth is death But the gate of life immortal ; This shall calm our trembling breath When we pass its gloomy portal. Alleluia I 3 Jesus lives ! for us he died ; Then, alone to Jesus living, Pure in heart may we abide, Glory to our Saviour giving. Alleluia I 4 Jesus lives ! our hearts know well Naught from us his love shall sever ; Life, nor death, nor powers of hell Tear us from his keeping ever. Alleluia ! 5 Jesus lives ! to him the throne Over all the world is given; May we go where he is gone, Rest and reign with him in heaven. Alleluia I C. F. Gellert (1715-1769), tr. by Miss F. K. Cox. do i Praise to the risen Saviour. 7s. 1 Lo ! the stone is rolled away, Death yields up his mighty prey, Jesus, rising from the tomb, Scatters all its fearful gloom. PEAISE TO THE EISEN LOED. 27S 2 Praise him, ye celestial choirs, Praise and sweep your golden lyres ; Praise him in the noblest songs, From ten thousand thousand tongues. 3 Every note with rapture swell, And the Saviour's triumph tell; Where, O Death, is now thy sting! Where thy terrors, vanquished king ? 4 Let Immanuel be adored, Ransom, Mediator, Lord! To creation's utmost bound, Let the eternal praise resound. Rev. Thomas Scott (—1776). woo The Lord's Day, 7s_ 1 Hail the day that sees him rise, Glorious, to his native skies ! Christ, awhile to mortals given, Enters now the gates of heaven. 2 There the glorious triumph waits ; Lift your heads, eternal gates ! Christ hath vanquished death and sin ; Take the King of glory in. 3 See, the heaven its Lord receives ! Yet he loves the earth he leaves ; Though returning to his throne, Still he calls mankind his own. 4 Still for us he intercedes, His prevailing death he pleads ; Near himself prepares a place, Great Forerunner of our race. Rev. Charles Wesley ( 170S-1T 88.)> IS $74 PEAISE TO THE EISEN LOED. Crown Him. 8s, 7s & 4s. 389 1 Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious, See the ''Man of sorrows" now, From the fight returned victorious, Every knee to him shall bow. Hef. — Crown him! crown him, angels crown him! Crown the Saviour "King of kings." Crown him! crown him, angels crown him! Crown the Saviour "King of kings." 2 Crown the Saviour! angels crown him! Kich the trophies Jesus brings ; In the seat of power enthrone him, While the vault of heaven rings. — Ref. 3 Sinners in derision crowned him, Mocking thus the Saviour's claim; Saints and angels crowd around him, Own his title, praise his name. — Ref. 4 Hark ! the bursts of acclamation ! Hark I these loud triumphant chords ; Jesus takes the highest station, Oh! what joy the sight affords ! — Ref. Rev. Thomas Kelly (1769-1855.) IS Jf U He has risen, as Tie said. Is. 1 " Cheist, the Lord, is risen to-day," Sons of men and angels say ; Raise your songs of triumph high ; Sing, ye heavens; and earth, reply, PEAISE TO THE EISEX LOED. 275 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 Yain the stone, the watch, the seal; Christ hath burst the gates of hell : Death in vain forbids him rise ; Christ hath opened Paradise. 4 Lives again our glorious King ! Where, O Death, is now thy sting? Once he died our souls to save ; Where's thy victory, Grave? 5 Soar we now where Christ hath led> Following our exalted Head ■ Made like him, like him we rise ; Ours the cross, the grave, the skies. 6 Hail the Lord of earth and heaven ! Praise to thee by both be given ; Thee we greet triumphant now ; Hail, the Resurrection thou! 7 King of glory, Soul of bliss, Everlasting life is this ; Thee to know, thy power to prove, Thus to sing, and thus to love. Rev. Charles Wesley (1708-17S8.; oJ/I Praise to the Most High. 10a & 11?*. 1 Ye servants of God, your master proclaim,, And publish abroad his wonderful name ; The name all-victorious of Jesus extol ; His kingdom is glorious, he rules over all- 276 PEAISE TO THE EISEN LOED. 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. 4 Then let us adore, and give him his right, All glory and power, and wisdom and might, All honor and blessing, with angels above, And thanks never ceasing, for infinite love. Rev. Charles Wesley (1708-1788.) &&Z Doxology. By angels in heaven of every degree, And saints upon earth, all praise be addressed To God in three Persons, one God ever blest, As it has been, now is, and always shall be. S9o TJie Lord God reigneth. 7s, D. 1 Haek ! the song of jubilee, Loud as mighty thunders roar, Or the fullness 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. t PEAISE TO THE EISEN LOED. 277 2 Hallelujah ! hark, the sound, From the depths unto the skies, Wakes above, beneath, around, All creation's harmonies! See Jehovah's banners furled ! Sheathed his sword ! he speaks — 'tis done! And the kingdoms of this world Are the kingdoms of his Son ! 3 He shall reign from pole to pole With illimitable sway ; He shall reign, when, like a scroll, Yonder heavens have 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 ! Rev. Jarnes Montgomery (1771-1854) Ot/4 Resurrection and ascension. 7s, D« 1 Hail to thee, our risen King I Joyfully thy praise we sing ; For, the mighty conflict o'er, Now thou livest evermore. Thou within the tomb has slept, Angel-guards thy vigil kept ; 'Twas their word to Mary brought Tidings of the Lord she sought. 2 " Seek him not among the dead, He is risen, as he said: " Gladdened by the angelic word, Turning, she beheld her Lord. 278 PEAISE TO THE KISEX LOKD. Fain, like Mary, Lord, would we In thy glorious presence be ; Hear thy voice and see thy face, Praise thee for thy wondrous grace. 3 Resurrection life hast thou Given to thy people now : Haste the time when, raised to thee. We shall manifested be. Blessed Saviour, Victor, King, Hear us now thy triumphs sing, While we celebrate thy praise, And our hallelujahs raise. A?i