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PRE FA TORY NOTE. 
 
 This collection is intended to accompany one of larger 
 size containing the tunes as well as hymns > and giving 
 in the various indexes all necessary information con- 
 cerning both. The numbers of the hyiiins correspond 
 with those of the large book. 
 
 It is prepared merely for those who prefer a more 
 convenient and portable form for the hand. 
 
 D. M. Bare, 
 J. H. Redsecker, 
 John C. Forney, 
 C. H. Forney, 
 George Sigler, 
 J. M. Carvell, 
 S. Knisley, 
 
 Board of 
 
 Directors of the 
 
 ' Publishing House 
 
 and Book Rooms 
 
 of the 
 Church of God. 
 
TABLE OF CONTENTS. 
 
 HYMNS. 
 
 THE LORD'S DAY 1 — 60 
 
 THE HOUSE OF PRAYER 61 — 77 
 
 THE SACRIFICE OF PRAISE 78 — m 
 
 THE CLOSE OF SERVICE 112 — 157 
 
 THE INSPIRED SCRIPTURES 158 — 175 
 
 GOD: THE ALMIGHTY FATHER 176—233 
 
 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 Incarnation and Birth 234 — 256 
 
 Life and Character 257 — 272 
 
 Sufferings and Death 273 — 294 
 
 Resurrection and Reign 295 — 328 
 
 Exaltation and Offices 329 — 349 
 
 THE HOLY SPIRIT 350—380 
 
 THE GOSPEL OF GRACE. 
 
 Man's Lost State 381 — 397 
 
 The Atonement 398 — 415 
 
 Invitations 416 — 444 
 
 Repentance unto Life 445 — 480 
 
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TABLE OF CONTENTS. V 
 
 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. hymns. 
 
 Conflict with Sin 481 —516 
 
 Courage and Cheer 5x7 — 584 
 
 Communion with Christ 585 — 639 
 
 Experience and Graces 640— 674 
 
 Privileges of Believers 675 — 703 
 
 Discipline and Sorrow 704 — 748 
 
 THE CHURCH. 
 
 Institutions , 749 — 778 
 
 Benevolent Work 779 — 797 
 
 Sunday-school 798 — 806 
 
 Baptism , 807 — 822 
 
 The Lord's Supper 843 — 889 
 
 Washing of Saints' Feet 830—842 
 
 Missions and Growth 890 — 932 
 
 DEATH AND RESURRECTION 933—972 
 
 THE GENERAL JUDGMENT 973 —988 
 
 THE REST OF HEAVEN 989— 1045 
 
 MISCELLANEOUS 1046 — 1072 
 
 CHANTS AND OCCASIONAL 1073 — 1086 
 
 PAGE. 
 
 DOXOLOGIES 708-713 
 
 INDEX OF SUBJECTS 714 
 
 INDEX OF FIRST LINES 722 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 5. P. m. Psalm 122. I. WATT3 
 
 How pleased and blest was I, 
 
 To hear the people cry, 
 " Come, let us seek our God to-day ! " 
 
 Yes, with a cheerful zeal, 
 
 We haste to Zion's hill, 
 And there our vows and honors pay. 
 
 2 Zion — thrice happy place — 
 Adorned with wondrous grace, 
 
 While walls of strength embrace thee round : 
 
 In thee our tribes appear, 
 
 To pray, and praise, and hear 
 The sacred gospel's joyful sound. 
 
 3 May peace attend thy gate, 
 And joy within thee wait, 
 
 To bless the soul of every guest : 
 The man who seeks thy peace, 
 And wishes thine increase, 
 
 A thousand blessings on him rest ! 
 
 4 My tongue repeats her vows, 
 
 " Peace to this sacred house ! " 
 For here my friends and kindred dwell ; 
 
 And since my glorious God 
 
 Makes thee his blest abode, 
 My soul shall ever love thee well. 
 
2 THE LORD'S DAY. 
 
 2 
 
 " Thy Face we Seek." \v. hammond. 
 Lord, 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. 
 
 4 Comfort those who weep and mourn ; 
 Let the time of joy return ; 
 
 Those that are cast down lift up ; 
 Make them strong in faith and hope. 
 
 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. 
 
 Jesus Intercedes. j. Montgomery. 
 
 To THY temple we repair — 
 Lord, we love to worship there, 
 When within the vail we meet 
 Thee upon the mercy- seat. 
 
 2 While thy glorious name is sung, 
 Tune our lips — unloose our tongue ; 
 Then our joyful souls shall bless 
 Thee, the Lord our Righteousness. 
 
THE LORD'S DAY. 
 
 3 While to thee our prayers ascend, 
 Let thine ear in love attend ; 
 Hear us, for thy Spirit pleads — 
 Hear, for Jesus intercedes. 
 
 4 While thy word is heard with awe, 
 While we tremble at thy law, 
 
 Let thy gospel's wondrous love 
 Every doubt and fear remove. 
 
 5 From thy house when we return, 
 Let our hearts within us burn ; 
 That at evening we may say — 
 
 " W T e have walked with God to-day." 
 
 Psalm 23. J. MERRICK. 
 
 To THY pastures fair and large, 
 Heavenly Shepherd, lead thy charge, 
 And my couch, with tenderest care, 
 'Mid the springing grass prepare. 
 
 2 When I faint with summer's heat, 
 Thou shalt guide my weary feet 
 
 To the streams that, still and slow, 
 Through the verdant meadows flow. 
 
 3 Safe the dreary vale I tread, 
 
 By the shades of death o'erspread, 
 With thy rod and staff supplied, 
 This my guard — and that my guide. 
 
 4 Constant to my latest end, 
 Thou my footsteps shalt attend ; 
 And shalt bid thy hallowed dome 
 Yield me an eternal home. 
 
THE LORD'S DAY. 
 D 7s. Twilight. S. F. SMITH. 
 
 Softly fades the twilight ray 
 Of the holy Sabbath day ; 
 Gently as life's setting sun, 
 When the Christian's course is run. 
 
 2 Peace is on the world abroad ; 
 Tis the holy peace of God — 
 Symbol of the peace within 
 When the spirit rests from sin. 
 
 3 Still the Spirit lingers near, 
 Where the evening worshiper 
 Seeks communion with the skies, 
 Pressing onward to the prize. 
 
 4 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. 
 
 O l. m. 61. "Day of Rest" t. kelly. 
 
 The day of rest once more comes round, 
 
 A day to all believers dear ; 
 The silver trumpets seem to sound, 
 
 That call the tribes of Israel near ; 
 Ye people all, obey the call, 
 
 And in Jehovah's courts appear. 
 
 2 Obedient to thy summons, Lord, 
 
 We to thy sanctuary come ; 
 Thy gracious presence here afford, 
 
 And send thy people joyful home ; 
 Of thee our King, on, may we sing, 
 
 And none with such a theme be dumb. 
 
THE LORD'S DAY. 
 
 3 Oh, hasten, Lord, the day when those 
 Who know thee here shall see thy face ; 
 
 When suffering shall for ever close, 
 
 And they shall reach their destined place ; 
 
 Then shall they rest, supremely blest, 
 Eternal debtors to thy grace. 
 
 ( l. m. 6 1. Grace hi Service. A. Steele. 
 
 Great God ! this sacred day of thine 
 
 Demands the soul's collected powers ; 
 With joy we now to thee resign 
 
 These solemn, consecrated hours ; 
 Oh, may our souls, adoring, own 
 The grace that calls us to thy throne. 
 
 2 Hence, ye vain cares and trifles, fly ! 
 Where God resides appear no more ; 
 
 Omniscient God, thy piercing eye 
 
 Can every secret thought explore ; 
 Oh, may thy grace our hearts refine, 
 And fix our thoughts on things divine. 
 
 3 Thy Spirit's powerful aid impart ; 
 Oh, may thy word, with life divine, 
 
 Engage the ear and warm the heart ; 
 
 Then shall the day indeed be thine ; 
 Then shall our souls, adoring, own 
 The grace which calls us to thy throne. 
 
 O L. If. 6 L Psalm 23. J. ADDISON. 
 
 The Lord my pasture shall prepare, 
 And feed me w T ith a shepherd's care ; 
 His presence shall my w r ants supply, 
 And guard me with a watchful eye ; 
 My noonday walks he shall attend, 
 And all my midnight hours defend. 
 
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 THE LORD'S DAY. 
 
 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 a bare and rugged way, 
 Through devious, lonely wilds I stray, 
 Thy presence shall my pains beguile : 
 The barren wilderness shall smile, 
 
 With sudden greens and herbage crowned ; 
 And streams shall murmur all around. 
 
 . M. 6 1. Constant Devotion. w. shrubsole. 
 
 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 ! 
 
THE LORD'S DAY. 
 
 JLU H. M. Welcome Worship. hayward. 
 
 Welcome, delightful morn, 
 Thou day of sacred rest ; 
 
 1 hail thy kind return ; — 
 
 Lord, make these moments blest : 
 From the low train 
 Of mortal toys, 
 I soar to reach 
 Immortal joys. 
 
 2 Now may the King descend, 
 And fill his throne of grace ; 
 
 Thy sceptre, Lord, extend, 
 While saints address thy face : 
 Let sinners feel 
 Thy quickening word, 
 And learn to know 
 And fear the Lord. 
 
 3 Descend, celestial Dove, 
 
 With all thy quickening powers ; 
 Disclose a Saviour's love, 
 
 And bless these sacred hours : 
 
 Then shall my soul 
 
 New life obtain. 
 
 Nor Sabbaths be 
 
 Enjoyed in vain. 
 
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 H. M. Psalm 84. 1. 
 
 Lord of the worlds above ! 
 
 How pleasant, and how fair, 
 The dwellings of thy love, 
 
 Thine earthly temples are ! 
 To thine abode my heart aspires, 
 With warm desires, to see my God. 
 
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 THE LORD'S DAY. 
 
 2 Oh, happy souls who pray, 
 Where God appoints to hear ! 
 
 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 ! 
 
 Psalm 43. t. dwi 
 
 Now, 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. 
 
 2 Oh, 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. 
 
THE LORD'S DAY. 
 
 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. 
 
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 7s. 61. Sabbath Morning. j. newton. 
 
 Safely through another week, 
 God has brought us on our way ; 
 
 Let us now a blessing seek, 
 Waiting in his courts to-day : 
 
 Day of all the week the best, 
 
 Emblem of eternal rest. 
 
 2 While we seek supplies of grace, 
 Through the dear Redeemer's name, 
 
 Show thy reconciling face — 
 
 Take away our sin and shame ; 
 From our worldly cares set free, — 
 May we rest this day in thee. 
 
 3 Here we come thy name to praise ; 
 Let us feel thy presence near ; 
 
 May thy glory meet our eyes, 
 
 While we in thy house appear : 
 Here afford us, Lord, a taste 
 Of our everlasting feast. 
 
 4 May thy gospel's joyful sound 
 Conquer sinners, comfort saints ; 
 
 Make the fruits of grace abound, 
 Bring relief for all complaints : 
 Thus let all our Sabbaths prove, 
 Till we rest in thee above. 
 
10 THE LORD'S DAY. 
 
 Jl t: 73. 6 1. Morning. c. WESLEY. 
 
 Christ, whose glory fills the skies, 
 
 Christ, the true, the only light, 
 Sun of Righteousness, arise, 
 
 Triumph o'er the shades of night ; 
 Day-spring from on high, be near, 
 Day-star in my heart appear. 
 
 2 Dark and cheerless is the morn, 
 If thy light is hid from me ; 
 
 Joyless is the day's return, 
 
 Till thy mercy's beams I see ; 
 Till they inward light impart, 
 Warmth and gladness to my heart. 
 
 3 Visit, then, this soul of mine, 
 Pierce the gloom of sin and grief; 
 
 Fill me, radiant Sun divine ! 
 
 Scatter all my unbelief; 
 More and more thyself display, 
 Shining to the perfect day. 
 
 7s. 61. Evening. t. Hastings. 
 
 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 melting voice ; 
 Lord ! forgive — thy grace restore, 
 Make me thine for evermore. 
 
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 THE LORD'S DAY. 11 
 
 3 For the blessings of this day, 
 
 For the mercies of this hour, 
 For the gospel's cheering ray, 
 
 For the Spirit's quickening power — 
 Grateful notes to thee I raise ; 
 Oh, accept my song of praise. 
 
 7s & 6s. d. " Day of Rest." c. wordsworth. 
 O day of rest and gladness, 
 
 O day of joy and light, 
 O balm of care and sadness, 
 
 Most beautiful, most bright ; 
 On thee, the high and lowly, 
 
 Bending before the throne, 
 Sing, Holy, Holy, Holy, 
 
 To the Great Three in One. 
 
 2 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. 
 
 3 New graces ever gaining 
 From this our day of rest, 
 
 We reach the rest remaining 
 
 To spirits of the blest. 
 To Holv Ghost be praises, 
 
 To Father and to Son ; 
 The Church her voice upraises 
 
 To thee, blest Three in One. 
 
12 THE LORD'S DAY. 
 
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 & 6s. d. " Thine Holy Day." ray palmer. 
 
 Thine holy day's returning, 
 
 Our hearts exult to see ; 
 And with devotion burning, 
 
 Ascend, God, to thee ! 
 To-day with purest pleasure, 
 
 Our thoughts from earth withdraw ; 
 We search for heavenly treasure, 
 
 We learn thy holy law. 
 
 2 We join to sing thy praises, 
 
 Lord of the Sabbath day ; 
 Each voice in gladness raises 
 
 Its loudest, sweetest lay ! 
 Thy richest mercies sharing, 
 
 Inspire us with thy love, 
 By grace our souls preparing 
 
 For nobler praise above. 
 
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 Communion in Love. p. H. brown. 
 
 Hail, happy day ! thou day of holy rest, 
 What heavenly peace and transport fill our breast ! 
 When Christ, the God of grace, in love descends 
 And kindly holds communion with his friends. 
 
 2 Let earth and all its vanities be gone, 
 Move from my sight, and leave my soul alone ; 
 Its flattering, fading glories I despise, 
 
 And to immortal beauties turn my eyes. 
 
 3 Fain would I mount and penetrate the skies, 
 And on my Saviour's glories fix my eyes : 
 
 Oh, meet my rising soul, thou God of love, 
 And waft it to the blissful realms above ! 
 
THE LORD'S DAY. 13 
 
 It/ cm. Psalm n8. I. watts. 
 
 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. 
 
 3 Hosanna to fhe anointed King, 
 To David's only Son ; 
 
 Help us, Lord ; descend, and bring 
 Salvation from thy throne. 
 
 4 Blest be the Lord who comes to men 
 With messages of grace ; 
 
 Who comes, in God his Father's name, 
 To save our sinful race. 
 
 5 Hosanna in the highest strains 
 The church on earth can raise ; 
 
 The highest heavens, in wdiich he reigns, 
 Shall give him nobler praise. 
 
 £\J C. M. Psalm 122. I. WATTS. 
 
 How DID my heart rejoice to hear 
 
 My friends devoutly say, — 
 " In Zion let us all appear, 
 
 And keep the solemn day." 
 
 2 I love her gates, I love the road ; 
 
 The Church, adorned with grace, 
 Stands like a palace built for God, 
 
 To show his milder face. 
 
14 THE LORD'S DAY. 
 
 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. 
 
 5 My soul shall pray for Zion still, 
 While life or breath remains ; 
 
 There my best friends, my kindred, dwell, 
 There God, my Saviour, reigns. 
 
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 Psalm 63. I. watts. 
 
 Early, 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 temple shine; 
 
 My God, repeat that heavenly hour, 
 That vision so divine. 
 
 3 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 '11 bless my God and King ; 
 
 Thus will I lift my hands to pray, 
 And tune my lips to sing. 
 
THE LORD'S DAY. 15 
 
 AZ c. m. Sincerity. j. d. carlyle. 
 
 Lord ! when we bend before thy throne, 
 
 And our confessions pour, 
 Oh, may we feel the sins we own, 
 
 And hate what we deplore. 
 
 2 Our contrite spirits pitying see ; 
 True penitence impart : 
 
 And let a healing ray from thee 
 Beam hope on every heart. 
 
 3 When we disclose our wants in prayer, 
 May we our wills resign ; 
 
 Nor let a thought our bosom share, 
 Which is not wholly thine. 
 
 4 Let faith each meek petition fill, 
 And waft it to the skies ; 
 
 And teach our heart 't is goodness still 
 That grants it or denies. 
 
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 , m. " Worthy the Lamb/" j. Montgomery. 
 
 Sing we the song of those who stand, 
 
 Around the eternal throne, 
 Of every kindred, clime, and land, 
 
 A multitude unknown. 
 
 2 Life's poor distinctions vanish here : 
 To-day the young, the old, 
 
 Our Saviour and his flock appear 
 One Shepherd and one fold. 
 
 3 Toil, trial, sufferings still await 
 On earth the pilgrim throng; 
 
 Yet learn we in our low estate 
 The Church Triumphant's song. 
 
16 THE LORD'S DAY. 
 
 4 " Worthy the Lamb for sinners slain," — 
 Cry the redeemed above, 
 
 " Blessing and honor to obtain, 
 And everlasting love ! " 
 
 5 " Worthy the Lamb," on earth we sing, 
 " Who died our souls to save ! 
 
 Henceforth, O Death ! where is thy sting ? 
 Thy victory, O Grave ! " 
 
 ^TT C. M. Psalm 122. H. F. LYTE. 
 
 With joy we hail the sacred day 
 Which God hath called his own ; 
 
 With joy the summons we obey 
 To worship at his throne. 
 
 2 Thy chosen temple, Lord, how fair ! 
 Where willing votaries throng 
 
 To breathe the humble, fervent prayer, 
 • And pour the choral song. 
 
 3 Spirit of grace ! oh, deign to dwell 
 Within thy church below ; 
 
 Make her in holiness excel, 
 With pure devotion glow. 
 
 4 Let peace within her walls be found : 
 Let all her sons unite 
 
 To spread with grateful zeal around 
 Her clear and shining light. 
 
 5 Great God, we hail the sacred day 
 Which thou hast called thine own ; 
 
 With joy the summons we obey 
 To worship at thy throne. 
 
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 THE LORD'S DAY. 17 
 
 c. M. " The Rising Day." I. watts. 
 
 Once more, my soul, the rising day 
 
 Salutes thy waking eyes; 
 Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay 
 To him that rules the skies. 
 
 2 Night unto night his name repeats, 
 The day renews the sound, 
 
 Wide as the heaven on which he sits 
 To turn the seasons round. 
 
 3 'T is he supports my mortal frame , 
 My tongue shall speak his praise ; 
 
 My sins would rouse his wrath to flame, 
 And yet his wrath delays. 
 
 4 Great God, let all my hours be thine, 
 While I enjoy the light ; 
 
 Then shall my sun in smiles decline, 
 And bring a pleasant night. 
 
 26 c 
 
 Psalm 84. I. WATT 
 
 My soul, how lovely is the place, 
 
 To which thy God resorts ! 
 'T is 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. 
 
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 28 
 
 THE LORD'S DAY. 
 
 4 There, mighty God, thy words declare 
 
 The secrets of thy will ; 
 And still we seek thy mercy there, 
 
 And sing thy praises still. 
 
 , m. Psalm 25 ; 14. c. wesley, alt. 
 
 Speak to me, Lord, thyself reveal, 
 
 While here on earth I rove ; 
 Speak to my heart, and let me feel 
 
 The kindling of thy love. 
 
 2 With thee conversing, I forget 
 All time and toil and care ; 
 
 Labor is rest, and pain is sweet, 
 If thou, my God, art here. 
 
 3 Thou callest me to seek thy face ; 
 Thy face, O God, I seek, — 
 
 Attend the whispers of thy grace 
 And hear thee inly speak. 
 
 4 Let this my every hour employ, 
 Till I thy glory see, 
 
 Enter into my Master's joy, 
 And find my heaven in thee. 
 
 M. The Sanctuary. s. stennett. 
 
 How charming is the place 
 Where my Redeemer, God, 
 
 Unvails the beauty of his face, 
 And sheds his love abroad ! 
 
 2 Not the fair palaces, 
 
 To which the great resort, 
 Are once to be compared with this, 
 
 Where Jesus holds his court. 
 
THE LORD'S DAY. 19 
 
 3 Here on the mercy-seat, 
 With radiant glory crowned, 
 
 Our joyful eyes behold him sit 
 And smile on all around. 
 
 4 Give me, O Lord, a place 
 Within thy blest abode, 
 
 Among the children of thy grace, 
 The servants of my God. 
 
 Z,fJs. m. Psalm 63. I. WATTS. 
 
 My God! permit my tongue 
 This joy, to call thee mine ; 
 
 And let my early cries prevail 
 To taste thy love divine. 
 
 2 My thirsty fainting soul 
 Thy mercy doth implore ; 
 
 Not travelers, in desert lands, 
 Can pant for water more. 
 
 3 For life, without thy love, 
 No relish can afford ; 
 
 No joy can be compared to this, — 
 To serve and please the Lord. 
 
 4 In wakeful hours at night, 
 I call my God to mind ; 
 
 I think how wise thy counsels are, 
 And all thy dealings kind. 
 
 5 Since thou hast been my help, 
 To thee my spirit flies ; 
 
 And, on thy watchful providence, 
 My cheerful hope relies. 
 
20 THE LORD'S DAY. 
 
 6 The shadow of thy wings 
 My soul in safety keeps ; 
 
 I follow where my Father leads, 
 And he supports my steps. 
 
 30. 
 
 31 
 
 . M. Psalm 84. 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 may we sit and see him here, 
 And love, and praise, and pray. 
 
 3 One day, amid the place 
 Where my dear Lord hath been, 
 
 Is sweeter than ten thousand days 
 Within the tents of sin. 
 
 4 My willing soul would stay 
 In such a frame as this, 
 
 And sit and sing herself away 
 To everlasting bliss. 
 
 . if. "ImmanueVs Ground" 1 
 
 Come, we who love the Lord, 
 And let our joys be known; 
 
 Join in a song of sweet accord, 
 And thus surround the throne. 
 
 2 Let those refuse to sing 
 
 Who never knew our God ; 
 But children of the heavenly King 
 May speak their joys abroad. 
 
THE LORD'S DAY. 21 
 
 3 The men of grace have found 
 Glory begun below ; 
 
 Celestial fruits on earthly ground 
 From faith and hope may grow. 
 
 4 The hill of Zion yields 
 
 A thousand sacred sweets 
 Before we reach the heavenly fields, 
 Or walk the golden streets. 
 
 5 Then let our songs abound, 
 And every tear be dry ; 
 
 We 're marching through Immanuel's ground 
 To fairer worlds on high. 
 
 oZ s. m. Rev. 15 : 3. w. hammond. 
 
 Awake, and sing the song 
 
 Of Moses and the Lamb ; 
 Wake, every heart and every tongue, 
 
 To praise the Saviour's name. 
 
 2 Sing of his dying love; 
 Sing of his rising power ; 
 
 Sing, how he intercedes above 
 For those whose sins he bore. 
 
 3 Ye pilgrims ! on the road 
 To Zion's city, sing! 
 
 Rejoice ye in the Lamb of God, — 
 In Christ, the eternal King. 
 
 4 Soon shall we hear him say, — . 
 " Ye blessed children ! come ; " 
 
 Soon will he call us hence away, 
 And take his wanderers home. 
 
22 THE lord's day. 
 
 5 There shall each raptured tongue 
 His endless praise proclaim ; 
 
 And sweeter voices tune the song 
 Of Moses and the Lamb. 
 
 OO s. m. Hymn of Praise. t. jervis. 
 
 With joy we lift our eyes 
 
 To those bright realms above, 
 That glorious temple in the skies, 
 Where dwells eternal Love. 
 
 2 Before thy throne we bow, 
 O thou almighty King; 
 
 Here we present the solemn vow, 
 And hymns of praise we sing. 
 
 3 While in thy house we kneel, 
 With trust and holy fear, 
 
 Thy mercy and thy truth reveal, 
 And lend a gracious ear. 
 
 4 Lord, teach our hearts to pray, 
 And tune our lips to sing ; 
 
 Nor from thy presence cast away 
 The sacrifice we bring. 
 
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 , m. Christian Outlook. r. doddridge. 
 
 Now let our voices join 
 
 To raise a sacred song ; 
 Ye pilgrims ! in Jehovah's ways, 
 
 With music pass along. 
 
 2 See — flowers of paradise, 
 
 In rich profusion, spring; 
 The sun of glory gilds the path, 
 
 And dear companions sing. 
 
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 THE LORD'S DAY. 23 
 
 3 See — Salem's golden spires, 
 In beauteous prospect, rise ; 
 
 And brighter crowns than mortals wear, 
 Which sparkle through the skies. 
 
 4 All honor to his name, 
 
 Who marks the shining way, — 
 To him who leads the pilgrims on 
 To realms of endless day. 
 
 , M. Psalm 137. T. DWIGHT. 
 
 1 love thy kingdom, Lord, 
 The house of thine abode, 
 
 The Church our blest Redeemer saved 
 With his own precious blood. 
 
 2 I love thy Church, O God ! 
 Her walls before thee stand, 
 
 Dear as the apple of thine eye, 
 And graven on thine hand. 
 
 3 For her my tears shall fall, 
 For her my prayers ascend ; 
 
 To her my cares and toils be given, 
 Till toils and cares shall end. 
 
 4 Beyond my highest joy 
 
 I prize her heavenly ways, 
 Her sweet communion, solemn vows, 
 Her hymns of love and praise. 
 
 5 Sure as thy truth shall last, 
 To Zion shall be given 
 
 The brightest glories earth can yield, 
 And brighter bliss of heaven. 
 
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 36 
 
 37 
 
 m. Psalm 5. I. WATTS. 
 
 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 But to thy house will I resort, 
 To taste thy mercies there ; 
 
 1 will frequent thy holy court, 
 And worship in thy fear. 
 
 5 Oh, may thy Spirit guide my feet, 
 In ways of righteousness ; 
 
 Make every path of duty straight, 
 And plain before my face. 
 
 m. " Come, Lord/" a. Steele. 
 
 Come, thou Desire of all thy saints ! 
 
 Our humble strains attend, 
 While with our praises and complaints, 
 
 Low at thy feet we bend. 
 
 2 How should our songs, like those above, 
 With warm devotion rise ! 
 
 How should our souls, on wings of love, 
 Mount upward to the skies ! 
 
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 3 Come, Lord ! thy love alone can raise 
 In us the heavenly flame ; 
 
 Then shall our lips resound thy praise, 
 Our hearts adore thy name. 
 
 4 Dear Saviour, let thy glory shine, 
 And fill thy dwellings here, 
 
 Till life, and love, and joy divine 
 A heaven on earth appear. 
 
 5 Then shall our hearts enraptured say, 
 Come, great Redeemer ! come, 
 
 And bring the bright, the glorious day, 
 That calls thy children home. 
 
 OO L. m. Psalm 84. I. WATTS. 
 
 How pleasant, how divinely fair, 
 O Lord of hosts ! thy dwellings are ! 
 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 ? 
 
 3 Blest are the saints who sit on high, 
 Around thy throne of majesty ; 
 
 Thy brightest glories shine above, 
 And all their work is praise and love. 
 
 4 Blest are the souls who find a place 
 Within the temple of thy grace ; 
 There they behold thy gentler rays, 
 And seek thy face, and learn thy praise. 
 
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 5 Cheerful they walk with growing strength, 
 Till all shall meet in heaven at length ; 
 Till all before thy face appear, 
 And join in nobler worship there. 
 
 OtJ L. ML Psalm 84. I. WATTS. 
 
 Great God ! attend, while Zion sings 
 The joy that from thy presence springs ; 
 To spend one day with thee on earth 
 Exceeds a thousand days of mirth. 
 
 2 Might I enjoy the meanest place 
 Within thy house, O God of grace ! 
 Nor tents of ease, nor thrones of power, 
 Should tempt my feet to leave thy door. 
 
 3 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. 
 
 4 All needful grace will God bestow, 
 And crown that grace with glory, too ; 
 He gives us all things, and withholds 
 No real good from upright souls. 
 
 5 O God, our King, whose sovereign sway 
 The glorious hosts of heaven obey, 
 Display thy grace, exert thy power, 
 
 Till all on earth thy name adore ! 
 
 *iU l. m. Morning Hymn. j. chandler, tr. 
 
 O Christ ! with each returning morn 
 Thine image to our hearts be borne ; 
 And may we ever clearly see 
 Our God and Saviour, Lord, in thee. 
 
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 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. 
 
 ttJ. l. m. Psalm 103. 1. watt?. 
 
 Bless, O my soul ! the living God, 
 Call home thy thoughts that rove abroad ; 
 Let all the powers within me join 
 In work and worship so divine. 
 
 2 Bless, O my soul ! the God of grace ; 
 His favors claim thy highest praise : 
 Why should the wonders he hath wrought 
 Be lost in silence and forgot ? 
 
 3 'T is he, my soul ! who 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. 
 
28 THE lord's day. 
 
 ~fc^ l. M. Psalm 135. 1. WAT! 
 
 Praise ye the Lord ; exalt his name, 
 While in his earthly courts ye wait, 
 
 Ye saints, that to his house belong, 
 Or stand attending at his gate. 
 
 2 Praise ye the Lord, the Lord is good ; 
 To praise his name is sweet employ : 
 
 Israel he chose of old, and still 
 His church is his peculiar joy. 
 
 3 Bless ye the Lord who taste his love, 
 People and priests exalt his name ; 
 
 Among his saints he ever dwells ; 
 His church is his Jerusalem. 
 
 TO l M. Psalm 92. 1. wati 
 
 Sweet is the work, my God, my King, 
 To praise thy name, give thanks and sing; 
 To show thy love by morning light, 
 And talk of all thy truth at night. 
 
 2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest ; 
 No mortal 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 Lord, I shall share a glorious part, 
 When grace hath well refined my heart, 
 And fresh supplies of joy are shed, 
 Like holy oil to cheer my head. 
 
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 5 Then shall I see, and hear, and know 
 AH I desired or wished below ; 
 And every power find sweet employ, 
 In that eternal world of joy. 
 
 44 l. m. "A Nobler Rest." p. doddridge. 
 
 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love, 
 But there 's a nobler rest above ; 
 To that our longing souls aspire, 
 With cheerful hope and strong desire. 
 
 2 No more fatigue, no more distress, 
 Nor sin nor death shall reach the place ; 
 No groans shall mingle with the songs 
 That warble from immortal tongues. 
 
 3 No rude alarms of raging foes, 
 No cares to break the long repose, 
 No midnight shade, no clouded sun, 
 But sacred, high, eternal noon. 
 
 4 O long-expected day, begin! 
 Dawn on these realms of woe and sin ; 
 Fain would we leave this weary road, 
 And sleep in death, to rest with God. 
 
 ^r«J l. m. Invocation. i. watts. 
 
 Come, gracious 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. 
 
 2 Come, fill our hearts with inward strength, 
 
 Make our enlarged souls possess, 
 And learn the height, and breadth, and length 
 
 Of thine eternal love and grace. 
 
30 THE LORD'S DAY. 
 
 3 Xow to the God whose power can do 
 More than our thoughts and wishes ki 
 
 Be everlasting honors done. 
 
 By all the Church, through Christ, hi- - 
 
 TU L. M. Mcr 
 
 My opening eyes with rapture see 
 
 The . ■ returning 
 
 My thoughts, O God, ascend to thee, 
 
 While thus my early vows I pay. 
 
 2 Oh, bid this trifling world rev 
 And drive each carnal thought a 
 
 Xor let me feel one vain desire — 
 
 One sinful thought through all the day. 
 
 3 Then, to thy courts when I repair, 
 My soul shall rise on joyful wing, 
 
 The wonders of thy love declare, 
 
 • join the strains which angels s: 
 
 -± i l. m. "Return, m) j. stenn"t. 
 
 Another six days' work is done, 
 Another Sabbath is begun ; 
 Return, my soul! enjoy thy rest, 
 Improve the day thy God hath blessed. 
 
 2 Oh, that our thoughts and thanks may r 
 As grateful incense to the skies : 
 
 And draw from heaven that sweet repose, 
 Which none, but he that feels it, kn : 
 
 3 This heavenly calm, within the brc 
 Is the dear pledge of glorious rest, 
 Which for the church of God remains — 
 The end of cares, the end of pa 
 
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 THE LORD'S DAY. 31 
 
 4 In holy duties, let the day, 
 In holy pleasures, pass away ; 
 How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend, 
 In hope of one that ne'er shall end. 
 
 L. It, Morning. t. kex. 
 
 Awake, my soul, and with the sun 
 Thy daily stage of duty run ; 
 Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise 
 To pay thy morning sacrifice. 
 
 2 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. 
 
 4 Lord, I my vows to thee renew : 
 Scatter my sins as morning dew; 
 
 Guard my first springs of thought and will, 
 And with thyself my spirit fill. 
 
 5 Direct, control, suggest, this day, 
 All I design, or do, or say ; 
 
 That all my powers, with all their might, 
 In thy sole glory may unite. 
 
 rrt/ l. m. Psalm 65. h. f. lyte. 
 
 Praise, Lord, for thee in Zion waits ; 
 Prayer shall besiege thy temple gates; 
 All flesh shall to thy throne repair, 
 And find, through Christ, salvation there. 
 
32 THE lord's day. 
 
 2 How blest thy saints ! how safely led ! 
 How surely kept ! how richly fed ! 
 Saviour of all in earth and sea, 
 
 How happy they who rest in thee ! 
 
 3 Thy hand sets fast the mighty hills, 
 Thy voice the troubled ocean stills ! 
 Evening and morning hymn thy praise, 
 And earth thy bounty wide displays. 
 
 4 The year is with thy goodness crowned ; 
 Thy clouds drop wealth the world around ; 
 Through thee the deserts laugh and sing, 
 And nature smiles and owns her king. 
 
 5 Lord, on our souls thy Spirit pour ; 
 The moral waste within restore ; 
 Oh, let thy love our spring-tide be, 
 And make us all bear fruit to thee. 
 
 50 
 
 Redeeming Love. g. b 
 
 Sweet the time, exceeding sweet, 
 When the saints together meet ; 
 When the Saviour is the theme, 
 When they join to sing of him. 
 
 2 Sing we then eternal love, 
 Such as did the Father move : 
 He beheld the world undone, 
 Loved the world, and gave his Son. 
 
 3 Sing the Son's amazing love : 
 How he left the realms above, 
 Took our nature and our place, 
 Lived and died to save our race. 
 
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 4 Sing we, too, the Spirit's love : 
 With our wretched hearts he strove, 
 Took the things of Christ, and showed 
 How to reach his blest abode. 
 
 5 Sweet the place, exceeding sweet, 
 Where the saints in glory meet ; 
 Where the Saviour 's still the theme, 
 Where they see, and sing of him. 
 
 01 cm. The Mercy -seat. a. Steele. 
 
 Dear Father, to thy mercy-seat 
 
 My soul for shelter flies : 
 'T is here I find a safe retreat 
 When storms and tempests rise. 
 
 2 My cheerful hope can never die, 
 If thou, my God, art near ; 
 
 Thy grace can raise my comforts high, 
 And banish every fear. 
 
 3 My great Protector, and my Lord ! 
 Thy constant aid impart ; 
 
 Oh ! let thy kind, thy gracious word 
 Sustain my trembling heart. 
 
 4 Oh ! never let my soul remove 
 From this divine retreat ; 
 
 Still let me trust thy power and love, 
 And dwell beneath thy feet. 
 
 &£ cm. Retirement. \v. cowper. 
 
 Far from the world, O Lord, I flee, 
 
 From strife and tumult far ; 
 From scenes where Satan wages still 
 
 His most successful war. 
 
34 THE lord's day. 
 
 2 The calm retreat, the silent shade, 
 With prayer and praise agree ; 
 
 And seem by thy sweet bounty made 
 For those who follow thee. 
 
 3 There, if thy Spirit touch the soul, 
 And grace her mean abode, 
 
 Oh ! with what peace, and joy, and love, 
 She then communes with God. 
 
 4 Author and Guardian of my life ! 
 Sweet Source of light divine, 
 
 And — all harmonious names in one — 
 My Saviour ! — thou art mine! 
 
 5 What thanks I owe thee, and what love- 
 A boundless, endless store — 
 
 Shall echo through the realms above, 
 When time shall be no more. 
 
 Do c. m. Public Worship. a. l. barbauld. 
 
 When, as returns this solemn day, 
 
 Man comes to meet his God, 
 What rites, what honors shall he pay ? 
 How spread his praise abroad ? 
 
 2 From marble domes and gilded spires 
 Shall clouds of incense rise? 
 
 And gems, and gold, and garlands deck 
 The costly sacrifice ? 
 
 3 Vain, sinful man ! creation's Lord 
 Thy offerings well may spare ; 
 
 But give thy heart, and thou shalt find 
 Thy God will hear thy prayer. 
 
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 0"C s. M. Psalm 92. H. AUBER. 
 
 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 ; 
 
 And, when approach the shades of night, 
 Still on the theme to dwell. 
 
 3 Sweet — on this day of rest, 
 To join in heart and voice, 
 
 With those who love and serve thee best, 
 And in thy name rejoice. 
 
 4 To songs of praise and joy 
 Be every Sabbath given, 
 
 That such may be our blest employ 
 Eternally in heaven. 
 
 00 l. m. Hour of Prayer. t. raffles. 
 
 Blest hour ! when mortal man retires 
 
 To hold communion with his God, 
 To send to heaven his warm desires, 
 i^nd listen to the sacred word. 
 
 2 Blest hour ! when earthly cares resign 
 Their empire o'er his anxious breast, 
 
 While all around, the calm divine 
 Proclaims the holy day of rest. 
 
 3 Blest hour ! when God himself draws nigh, 
 Well pleased his people's voice to hear, 
 
 To hush the penitential sigh, 
 
 And wipe away the mourner's tear. 
 
36 THE lord's day. 
 
 4 Blest hour ! for where the Lord resorts, 
 Foretastes of future bliss are given; 
 
 And mortals find his earthly courts 
 
 The house of God, the gate of Heaven ! 
 
 00 l. M. " Gate of Heaven ." t. kelly. 
 
 How sweet to leave the world awhile, 
 
 And seek the presence of our Lord ! 
 Dear Saviour ! on thy people smile, 
 
 And come, according to thy word. 
 
 2 From busy scenes we now retreat, 
 That we may here converse with thee : 
 
 Ah, Lord ! behold us at thy feet ; 
 Let this the " gate of heaven " be. 
 
 3 " Chief of ten thousand ! " now appear, 
 That we by faith may see thy face : 
 
 Oh, speak, that we thy voice may hear, 
 And let thy presence fill this place. 
 
 O • 8s, 7s, 4s. " We draw near." t. kelly. 
 
 In thy name, O Lord, assembling, 
 We, thy people, now draw near ; 
 Teach us to rejoice with trembling; 
 Speak, and let thy servants hear — 
 
 Hear with meekness — 
 Hear thy word with godly fear. 
 
 2 While our days on earth are lengthened, 
 May we give them, Lord, to thee ; 
 
 Cheered by hope, and daily strengthened, 
 May we run, nor weary be, 
 
 Till thy glory 
 Without cloud in heaven we see. 
 
THE lord's day. 37 
 
 3 There, in worship purer, sweeter, 
 
 All thy people shall adore ; 
 Tasting of enjoyment greater 
 
 Than they could conceive before ; 
 Full enjoyment, 
 
 Full and pure for evermore. 
 
 OO L. M. Invocation. i. watts. 
 
 Far from my thoughts, vain world, begone ! 
 Let my religious hours alone : 
 Fain would mine eyes my Saviour see : 
 
 1 wait a visit, Lord, from thee. 
 
 2 My heart grows warm with holy fire, 
 And kindles with a pure desire : 
 Come, my dear Jesus ! from above, 
 And feed my soul with heavenly love. 
 
 3 Blest Saviour ! what delicious fare, 
 How sweet thine entertainments are ! 
 Never did angels taste, above, 
 Redeeming grace and dying love. 
 
 4 Hail, great Immanuel, all-divine ! 
 In thee thy Father's glories shine : 
 Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest One 
 That eyes have seen, or angels known ! 
 
 Q*J l. m. " Two or Three." s. stennett, 
 
 Where two or three, with sweet accord, 
 Obedient to their sovereign Lord, 
 Meet to recount his acts of grace, 
 And offer solemn prayer and praise; — 
 
38 THE HOUSE OF PRAYER. 
 
 2 There will the gracious Saviour be, 
 To bless the little company ; 
 There, to unvail his smiling face, 
 And bid his glories fill the place. 
 
 3 We meet at thy command, O Lord ! 
 Relying on thy faithful word ; 
 
 Now send the Spirit from above, 
 And fill our hearts with heavenly love. 
 
 60 
 
 61 
 
 Invitation. e. taylor. 
 
 Come to the house of prayer, 
 
 O thou afflicted, come ; 
 The God of peace shall meet thee there 
 
 He makes that house his home. 
 
 2 Come to the house of praise, 
 Ye who are happy now ; 
 
 In sweet accord your voices raise, 
 In kindred homage bow. 
 
 3 Ye aged, hither come, 
 For ye have felt his love ; 
 
 Soon shall your trembling tongues be dumb, 
 Your lips forget to move. 
 
 4 Ye young, before his throne, 
 Come, bow ; your voices raise ; 
 
 Let not your hearts his praise disown 
 Who gives the power to praise. 
 
 7s. A Prayer in Need. J. newton. 
 
 Come, my soul, thy suit prepare, 
 Jesus loves to answer prayer ; 
 He himself has bid thee pray, 
 Therefore will not say thee nay. 
 
62 
 
 THE HOUSE OF PRAYER. 39 
 
 2 With my burden I begin : — 
 Lord ! remove this load of sin ; 
 Let thy blood, for sinners spilt, 
 Set my conscience free from guilt. 
 
 3 Lord ! I come to thee for rest ; 
 Take possession of my breast : 
 
 There, thy blood-bought right maintain, 
 And, without a rival, reign. 
 
 4 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. 
 
 5 Show me what I have to do, 
 Every hour my strength renew; 
 Let me live a life of faith, 
 
 Let me die thy people's death. 
 
 7s. The Case Argued. j. NEWTON. 
 
 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. 
 
 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 ? 
 
40 THE HOUSE OF PRAYER. 
 
 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 ; 
 'T is thy goodness makes me bold; 
 I can no denial take, 
 
 Since I plead for Jesus' sake. 
 
 63 
 
 6 1. The Guiding Star. w. c. i 
 
 As WITH gladness men of old 
 Did the guiding star behold, 
 As with joy they hailed its light, 
 Leading onward, beaming bright ; 
 So, most gracious Lord, may we 
 Evermore be led to thee. 
 
 2 As with joyful steps they sped, 
 Saviour, to thy manger bed, 
 There to bend the knee before 
 Thee whom heaven and earth adore ; 
 So may we with willing feet 
 
 Ever seek the mercy-seat. 
 
 3 As they offered gifts most rare 
 At thy cradle rude and bare, 
 
 So may we with holy joy, 
 Pure and free from sin's alloy, 
 All our costliest treasures bring, 
 Christ, to thee our heavenly King. 
 
 4 Holy Jesus, every day 
 Keep us in the narrow way ; 
 And, when earthly things are past, 
 Bring our ransomed souls at last 
 Where they need no star to guide, 
 Where no clouds thy glory hide. 
 
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 65 
 
 THE HOUSE OF PRAYER. 41 
 
 God Everywhere. o. holden. 
 
 They who seek the throne of grace 
 Find that throne in every place ; 
 If we live a life of prayer, 
 God is present everywhere. 
 
 2 In our sickness and our health, 
 In our want, or in our wealth, 
 
 If we look to God in prayer, 
 God is present everywhere. 
 
 3 When our earthly comforts fail, 
 When the foes of life prevail, 
 'Pis the time for earnest prayer ; 
 God is present everywhere. 
 
 4 Then, my soul, in every strait, 
 To thy Father come, and wait; 
 He will answer every prayer : 
 God is present everywhere. 
 
 c. m. Retirement. p. h. brown. 
 
 1 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. 
 
42 THE HOUSE OF PRAYER. 
 
 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. 
 
 06 c. 
 
 " Tranquil Hour." l. bacon. 
 
 Hail, tranquil hour of closing day ! 
 
 Begone, disturbing care ! 
 And look, my soul, from earth away, 
 
 To him who heareth prayer. 
 
 2 How sweet the tear of penitence, 
 Before his throne of grace, 
 
 While, to the contrite spirit's sense, 
 He shows his smiling face. 
 
 3 How sweet, thro' long remembered years, 
 His mercies to recall ; 
 
 And, pressed with wants, and griefs, and fears, 
 To trust his love for all. 
 
 4 How sweet to look, in thoughtful hope, 
 Beyond this fading sky, 
 
 And hear him call his children up 
 To his fair home on high. 
 
 5 Calmly the day forsakes our heaven 
 To dawn beyond the west ; 
 
 So let my soul, in life's last even, 
 Retire to glorious rest. 
 
THE HOUSE OF PRAYER. 43 
 
 U ( cm. What Prayer Is. j. Montgomery. 
 
 Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, 
 
 Uttered or unexpressed ; 
 The motion of a hidden fire 
 That trembles in the breast. 
 
 2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh, 
 The falling of a tear, 
 
 The upward glancing of an eye, 
 When none but God is near. 
 
 3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech 
 That infant lips can try ; 
 
 Prayer the sublimest strains that reach 
 The Majesty on high. 
 
 4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, 
 The Christian's native air : 
 
 His watchword at the gates of death — 
 He enters heaven with prayer. 
 
 5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, 
 Returning from his ways ; 
 
 While angels in their songs rejoice, 
 And cry — " Behold he prays ! " 
 
 6 O thou, by whom we come to God — 
 The Life, the Truth, the Way; 
 
 The path of prayer thyself hast trod ; 
 Lord ! teach us how to pray. 
 
 68 
 
 M. "The Sacred Fire" b. beddome. 
 
 Prayer is the breath of God in man, 
 
 Returning whence it came ; 
 Love is the sacred fire within, 
 
 And prayer the rising flame. 
 
44 THE HOUSE OF PRAYER. 
 
 2 It gives the burdened spirit ease, 
 And soothes the troubled breast ; 
 
 Yields comfort to the mourning soul, 
 And to the weary rest. 
 
 3 When God inclines the heart to pray, 
 He hath an ear to hear ; 
 
 To him there 's music in a sigh, 
 And beauty in a tear. 
 
 4 The humble suppliant cannot fail 
 To have his wants supplied, 
 
 Since He for sinners intercedes, 
 Who once for sinners died. 
 
 OtJ l. m. The Mercy-seat. h. stowell. 
 
 From every stormy wind that blows, 
 From every swelling tide of woes, 
 There is a calm, a sure retreat ; 
 'T is found beneath the mercy-seat. 
 
 2 There is a place where Jesus sheds 
 The oil of gladness on our heads, — 
 A place than all besides more sweet; 
 It is the blood-bought mercy- seat. 
 
 3 There is a scene where spirits blend, 
 Where friend holds fellowship with friend ; 
 Though sundered far, by faith they meet 
 Around one common mercy-seat. 
 
 4 There, there, on eagle wings we soar, 
 And sense and sin molest no more, 
 
 And heaven comes down our souls to greet, 
 And glory crowns the mercy-seat. 
 
THE HOUSE OF PRAYER. 45 
 
 5 Oh, let my hand forget her skill, 
 My tongue be silent, cold, and still, 
 This throbbing heart forget to beat, 
 If I forget the mercy-seat. 
 
 70 
 
 71 
 
 Importtinity. J. newton. 
 
 Jesus, who knows full well 
 
 The heart of every saint, 
 Invites us all our grief to tell, 
 
 To pray and never faint. 
 
 2 He bows his gracious ear, — 
 We never plead in vain ; 
 
 Then let us wait till he appear, 
 And pray, and pray again. 
 
 3 Jesus, the Lord, will hear 
 His chosen when they cry ; 
 
 Yes, though he may a while forbear, 
 He '11 help them from on high. 
 
 4 Then let us earnest cry, 
 And never faint in prayer; 
 
 He sees, he hears, and, from on high, 
 Will make our cause his care. 
 
 " God Pities." p. doddridge 
 
 Our heavenly Father calls, 
 
 And Christ invites us near ; 
 With both, our friendship shall be sweet, 
 
 And our communion dear. 
 
 2 God pities all our griefs : 
 
 He pardons every day ; 
 Almighty to protect our souls, 
 
 And wise to guide our way. 
 
46 THE HOUSE OF PRAYER. 
 
 3 How large his bounties are . 
 What various stores of good, 
 
 Diffused from our Redeemer's hand, 
 And purchased with his blood ! 
 
 4 Jesus, our living Head, 
 We bless thy faithful care ; 
 
 Our Advocate before the throne, 
 And our Forerunner there. 
 
 5 Here fix, my roving heart ! 
 Here wait, my warmest love ! 
 
 Till the communion be complete, 
 In nobler scenes above. 
 
 ( Z s. M. "The Throne of Grace." j. newton. 
 
 Behold the throne of grace ! 
 The promise calls me near ; 
 There Jesus shows a smiling face, 
 And waits to answer prayer. 
 
 2 That rich atoning blood, 
 Which sprinkled round I see, 
 
 Provides for those who come to God 
 An all-prevailing plea. 
 
 3 My soul ! ask what thou wilt ; 
 Thou canst not be too bold : 
 
 Since his own blood for thee he spilt, 
 What else can he withhold ? 
 
 4 Thine image, Lord, bestow, 
 Thy presence and thy love ; 
 
 I ask to serve thee here below, 
 And reign with thee above. 
 
THE HOUSE OF PRAYER. 47 
 
 5 Teach me to live by faith ; 
 
 Conform my will to thine : 
 Let me victorious be in death, 
 
 And then in glory shine. 
 
 • O l. m. d. " Sweet Hour." w. w. walford. 
 
 Sweet hour of prayer ! sweet hour of prayer ! 
 That calls me from a world of care, 
 And bids me, at my Father's throne, 
 Make all my wants and wishes known : 
 In seasons of distress and grief, 
 My soul has often found relief, 
 And oft escaped the tempter's snare, 
 By thy return, sweet hour of prayer ! 
 
 2 Sweet hour of prayer ! sweet hour of prayer ! 
 
 Thy wings shall my petition bear 
 
 To him, whose truth and faithfulness 
 
 Engage the waiting soul to bless : 
 
 And, since he bids me seek his face, 
 
 Believe his word, and trust his grace, 
 
 I '11 cast on him my every care, 
 
 And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer ! 
 
 it: l. m. The Mercy-seat. w. cowper. 
 
 Jesus, where'er thy people meet, 
 There they behold thy mercy-seat ; 
 Where'er they seek thee thou art found, 
 And every place is hallowed ground. 
 
 2 For thou, within no walls confined, 
 Inhabitest the humble mind ; 
 Such ever bring thee where they come, 
 And going, take thee to their home. 
 
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 3 Great Shepherd of thy chosen few, 
 Thy former mercies here renew ; 
 Here to our waiting hearts proclaim 
 The sweetness of thy saving name. 
 
 4 Here may we prove the power of prayer, 
 To strengthen faith and sweeten care, 
 
 To teach our faint desires to rise, 
 And bring all heaven before our eyes. 
 
 (D l. m. " The Evil Hour." m. bruce. 
 
 Where high the heavenly temple stands, 
 The house of God not made with hands, 
 A great High Priest our nature wears, — 
 The Guardian of mankind appears. 
 
 2 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. 
 
 3 Our Fellow-sufferer yet retains 
 A fellow-feeling of our pains ; 
 And still remembers, in the skies, 
 His tears, his agonies, and cries. 
 
 4 In every pang that rends the heart, 
 The Man of Sorrows had a part ; 
 
 He sympathizes with our grief, 
 And to the sufferer sends relief. 
 
 5 With boldness, therefore, at the throne, 
 Let us make all our sorrows known ; 
 And ask the aid of heavenly power, 
 
 To help us in the evil hour. 
 
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 > l. m. "What Thou Wilt." J. newton. 
 
 And dost thou say, "Ask what thou wilt?" 
 Lord, I would seize the golden hour : 
 
 1 pray to be released from guilt, 
 
 And freed from sin and Satan's power. 
 
 2 More of thy presence, Lord, impart ; 
 More of thine image let me bear : 
 
 Erect thy throne within my heart, 
 And reign without a rival there. 
 
 3 Give me to read my pardon sealed, 
 And from thy joy to draw my strength: 
 
 Oh, be thy boundless love revealed 
 
 In all its height and breadth and length. 
 
 4 Grant these requests — I ask no more, 
 But to thy care the rest resign : 
 
 Sick, or in health, or rich, or poor, 
 All shall be well, if thou art mine. 
 
 l. m. Prayers Hindered. w. cowper. 
 
 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 
 
THE SACRIFICE OF PRAISE. 
 
 4 Have you no words ? ah ! think again ; 
 Words flow apace when you complain, 
 And fill a 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 hath done for me ! " 
 
 4 O l. m. Psalm 100. r. watts. 
 
 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 wandering 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 '11 crowd thy gates with thankful songs, 
 High as the heavens our voices raise ; 
 
 And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, 
 Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 
 
 5 Wide as the world is thy command, 
 Vast as eternity, thy love ; 
 
 Firm as a rock thy truth must stand, 
 When rolling years shall cease to move. 
 
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 Psalm ioo. \v. kethe. 
 
 All people that on earth do dwell, 
 
 Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice : 
 Him serve with mirth, his praise forth tell, 
 
 Come ye before him and rejoice. 
 
 2 Know that the Lord is God indeed ; 
 Without our aid he did us make : 
 
 We are his flock, he doth us feed, 
 And for his sheep he doth us take. 
 
 3 Oh, enter then his gates with praise, 
 Approach with joy his courts unto: 
 
 Praise, laud, and bless his name always, 
 For it is seemly so to do. 
 
 4 For why ? the Lord our God is good, 
 His mercy is for ever sure ; 
 
 His truth at all times firmly stood, 
 And shall from age to age endure. 
 
 L. M. Doxohgy. T. KEN 
 
 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. 
 
 l. m. Doxology. 
 
 To God the Father, God the Son, 
 And God the Spirit, Three in One, 
 Be honor, praise, and glory given, 
 By all on earth, and all in heaven. 
 
>2 THE SACRIFICE OF PRAISE. 
 
 0.-U l. M. Psalm 117. I. WATTS. 
 
 FrOxM 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. 
 
 OO l. m. God's Grace. I. watts. 
 
 Now TO the Lord a noble song ! 
 Awake, my soul ! awake, my tongue ! 
 Hosanna to the eternal name, 
 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, 
 
 Hath all his mightiest works outdone. 
 
 3 Grace ! — 't is a sweet, a charming theme : 
 My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name : 
 
 Ye angels ! dwell upon the sound : 
 Ye heavens ! reflect it to the ground. 
 
 4 Oh, may I reach that happy place, 
 Where he unvails his lovely face, 
 Where all his beauties you behold, 
 And sing his name to harps of gold. 
 
 0"X l. m. Psalm 36. I. WATTS. 
 
 High in the heavens, eternal God ! 
 
 Thy goodness in full glory shines ; 
 Thy truth shall break through every cloud 
 
 That vails and darkens thy designs. 
 
THE SACRIFICE OF PRAISE. 53 
 
 2 For ever firm thy justice stands, 
 
 As mountains their foundations keep : 
 Wise are the wonders of thy hands ; 
 Thy judgments are a mighty deep. 
 
 3 My God, how excellent thy grace ! 
 Whence all our hope and comfort springs ; 
 
 The sons of Adam, in distress, 
 Fly to the shadow of thy wings. 
 
 4 From the provisions of thy house 
 We shall be fed with sweet repast ; 
 
 There, mercy like a river flows, 
 And brings salvation to our taste. 
 
 5 Life, like a fountain rich and free, 
 Springs from the presence of my Lord ; 
 
 And in thy light our souls shall see 
 The glories promised in thy word. 
 
 OO l. is. "TeDeum." T. cotterill, alt. 
 
 Lord God of Hosts, by all adored ! 
 Thy name we praise with one accord ; 
 The earth and heavens are full of thee, 
 Thy light, thy love, thy majesty. 
 
 2 Loud hallelujahs to thy name 
 Angels and seraphim proclaim ; 
 Eternal praise to thee is given 
 
 By all the powers and thrones in heaven. 
 
 3 The apostles join the glorious throng, 
 The prophets aid to swell the song, 
 The noble and triumphant host 
 
 Of martyrs make of thee their boast. 
 
54 THE SACRIFICE OF PRAISE. 
 
 4 The holy church in every place 
 Throughout the world exalts thy praise ; 
 Both heaven and earth do worship thee, 
 Thou Father of eternity ! 
 
 5 From day to day, O Lord, do we 
 Highly exalt and honor thee ; 
 Thy name we worship and adore, 
 World without end for evermore. 
 
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 Psalm 146. 1. WAT] 
 
 Praise ye the Lord : my heart shall join 
 In work so pleasant, so divine; 
 Now while the flesh is mine abode, 
 And when my soul ascends to God. 
 
 2 Praise shall employ my noblest powers. 
 While immortality endures ; 
 
 My days of praise shall ne'er be past, 
 While life, and thought, and being last. 
 
 3 Happy the man whose hopes rely 
 On Israel's God : he made the sky. 
 And earth, and seas, with all their train ; 
 And none shall find his promise vain. 
 
 4 His truth for ever stands secure ; 
 
 He saves the oppressed, he feeds the poor ; 
 He helps the stranger in distress, 
 The widow and the fatherless. 
 
 5 He loves his saints, he knows them well. 
 But turns the wicked down to hell ; 
 
 Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns ; 
 Praise him in everlasting strains. 
 
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 l. ml Psalm 147. I. WATTS. 
 
 Praise ye the Lord ! — 't is good to raise 
 Our hearts and voices in his praise ; 
 His nature and his works invite 
 To make this duty our delight. 
 
 2 The Lord builds up Jerusalem, 
 And gathers nations to his name; 
 His mercy melts the stubborn soul, 
 And makes the broken spirit whole. 
 
 3 He formed the stars — those heavenly flames, 
 He counts their numbers, calls their names : 
 His wisdom 's vast, and knows no bound, — 
 
 A deep, where all our thoughts are drowned. 
 
 4 Great is our Lord, and great his might, 
 And all his glories infinite : 
 
 He crowns the meek, rewards the just, 
 And treads the wicked to the dust. 
 
 5 But saints are lovely in his sight; 
 He views his children with delight ; 
 He sees their hope, he knows their fear, 
 And looks, and loves his image there. 
 
 l. if. Psalm 29. 1. watts. 
 
 Give to the Lord, ye sons of fame, 
 
 Give to the Lord renown and power ; 
 Ascribe due honors to his name, 
 
 And his eternal might adore. 
 
 2 The Lord proclaims his power aloud, 
 O'er all the ocean and the land ; 
 
 His voice divides the watery cloud, 
 And lightnings blaze at his command. 
 
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 56 THE SACRIFICE OF PRAISE. 
 
 3 The Lord sits Sovereign on the flood ; 
 The Thunderer reigns for ever King ; 
 
 But makes his church his blest abode, 
 Where we his awful glories sing. 
 
 4 In gentler language, there the Lord 
 The councils of his grace imparts : 
 
 Amid the raging storm, his word 
 
 Speaks peace and courage to our hearts. 
 
 l. m. Psalm 145. I. WATTS. 
 
 My God, my King, thy various praise 
 Shall fill the remnant of my days : 
 Thy grace employ my humble tongue 
 Till death and glory raise the song. 
 
 2 The wings of every hour shall bear 
 Some thankful tribute to thine ear ; 
 And every setting sun shall see 
 New works of duty done for thee. 
 
 3 Thy works with sovereign glory shine, 
 And speak thy majesty divine : 
 Let Zion in her courts proclaim 
 The sound and honor of thy name. 
 
 4 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds ? 
 Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds : 
 Vast and unsearchable thy ways ; 
 Vast and immortal be thy praise. 
 
 l. p. m. Psalm 146. I. WATTS 
 
 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. 
 
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THE SACRIFICE OF PRAISE. 57 
 
 2 Happy the man, whose hopes rely- 
 On Israel's God ; — he made the sky, 
 
 And earth, and seas, with all their train : 
 His truth for ever stands secure; 
 He saves the oppressed, he feeds the poor ; 
 
 And none shall find his promise vain. 
 
 3 He loves his saints — he knows them well, 
 But turns the wicked down to hell ; 
 
 Thy God, O Zion ! ever reigns ; 
 Let every tongue, let every age, 
 In this exalted work engage : 
 
 Praise him in everlasting strains. 
 
 4 I '11 praise him while he lends me breath, 
 And, when my voice is lost in death, 
 
 Praise shall employ my nobler powers : 
 My days of praise shall ne'er be past, 
 While life, and thought, and being last, 
 
 Or immortality endures. 
 
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 . m. Psalm 27. 1. 1 
 
 The Lord of glory is my light, 
 
 And my salvation too ; 
 God is my strength, — nor will I fear 
 
 What all my foes can do. 
 
 2 One privilege my heart desires, — 
 Oh, grant me an abode 
 
 Among the churches of thy saints, — 
 The temples of my God. 
 
 3 There shall I offer my requests, 
 And see thy beauty still; 
 
 Shall hear thy messages of love, 
 And there inquire thy will. 
 
58 THE SACRIFICE OF PRAISE. 
 
 4 When troubles rise and storms appear, 
 There may his children hide ; 
 
 God has a strong pavilion, where 
 He makes my soul abide. 
 
 5 Now shall my head be lifted high 
 Above my foes around ; 
 
 And songs of joy and victory 
 Within thy temple sound. 
 
 t, ' 4 c. m. Psalm 65. 1. wati 
 
 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. 
 
 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 
 Fulfill 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. 
 
THE SACRIFICE OF PRAISE. 59 
 
 tjO s. m. Psalm 95. 1. watts. 
 
 Come, sound his praise abroad, 
 
 And hymns of glory sing : 
 Jehovah is the sovereign God, 
 
 The universal King. 
 
 2 He formed the deeps unknown ; 
 He gave the seas their bound ; 
 
 The watery worlds are all his own, 
 And all the solid ground. 
 
 3 Come, worship at his throne, 
 Come, bow before the Lord : 
 
 We are his work, and not our own, 
 He formed us by his word. 
 
 4 To-day attend his voice, 
 Nor dare provoke his rod ; 
 
 Come, like the people of his choice, 
 And own our gracious God. 
 
 */TC s. m. Psalm 81. h. f. lvte. 
 
 Sing to the Lord, our Might, 
 
 With holy fervor sing ; 
 Let hearts and instruments unite 
 
 To praise our heavenly King. 
 
 2 The Sabbath to our sires 
 In mercy first was given ; 
 
 The Church her Sabbaths still requires 
 To speed her on to heaven. 
 
 3 We still, like them of old, 
 Are in the wilderness ; 
 
 And God is still as near his fold, 
 To pity and to bless. 
 
60 THE SACRIFICE OF PRAISE. 
 
 4 Then let us open wide 
 Our hearts for him to fill ; 
 
 And he, that Israel then supplied, 
 Will help his Israel still. 
 
 tjO 6, 8, 4s. " Z Am." t. Olivers. 
 
 The God of Abraham praise, 
 
 Who reigns enthroned above, 
 Ancient of everlasting days, 
 
 And God of love ! 
 Jehovah ! great I AM ! 
 
 By earth and heaven confessed; 
 I bow and bless the sacred name, 
 
 For ever blest ! 
 
 2 The God of Abraham praise ! 
 
 At whose supreme command 
 From earth I rise, and seek the joys 
 
 At his right hand : 
 I all on earth forsake, 
 
 Its wisdom, fame, and power, 
 And him my only portion make, 
 
 My shield and tower. 
 
 3 The God of Abraham praise ! 
 
 Whose all-sufficient grace 
 Shall guide me all my happy days 
 
 In all my ways : 
 He calls a worm his friend ! 
 
 He calls himself my God ! 
 And he shall save me to the end 
 
 Through Jesus' blood ! 
 
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 \j\) p. m. The Triune God. r. heber. 
 
 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. 
 
 4 Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty! 
 
 All thy works shall praise thy name, in earth and 
 sky and sea ; 
 Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty; 
 God in three persons, blessed Trinity ! 
 
 \j I ios, iis. "Salvation to God." c. weslev. 
 
 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. 
 
 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. 
 
62 THE SACRIFICE OF PRAISE. 
 
 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, and infinite love. 
 
 t/O ios, us. " Worship the King ." r. grant. 
 
 Oh, worship the King, all-glorious above, 
 And gratefully sing his wonderful love ; 
 Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of days, 
 Pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise. 
 
 2 Oh, tell of his might and sing of his grace, 
 Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space ; 
 His chariots of wrath the deep thunder-clouds form, 
 And dark is his path on the wings of the storm. 
 
 3 Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite ? 
 It breathes in the air, it shines in the light, 
 
 It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain, 
 And sweetly distils in the dew and the rain. 
 
 4 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. 
 
 *JO 7s, d. "Ever Faithful." j. milton. 
 
 Let us with a joyful mind 
 Praise the Lord, for he is kind, 
 For his mercies shall endure, 
 Ever faithful, ever sure. 
 Let us sound his name abroad, 
 For of gods he is the God 
 Who by wisdom did create 
 Heaven's expanse and all its state ; — 
 
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 2 Did the solid earth ordain 
 How to rise above the main ; 
 Who, by his commanding might, 
 Filled the new-made world with light : 
 Caused the golden-tressed sun 
 
 All the day his course to run ; 
 And the moon to shine by night, 
 'Mid her spangled sisters bright. 
 
 3 All his creatures God doth feed, 
 His full hand supplies their need ; 
 Let us, therefore, warble forth 
 His high majesty and worth. 
 
 He his mansion hath on high, 
 'Bove the reach of mortal eye ; 
 And his mercies shall endure, 
 Ever faithful, ever sure. 
 
 7s, d. Psalm 107. j. Montgomery. 
 
 Thank and praise Jehovah's name ; 
 
 For his mercies firm and sure, 
 From eternity the same, 
 
 To eternity endure. 
 Let the ransomed thus rejoice, 
 
 Gathered out of every land, 
 As the people of his choice, 
 
 Plucked from the destroyer's hand. 
 
 2 In the wilderness astray 
 
 Hither, thither, while they roam, 
 Hungry, fainting by the way, 
 
 Far from refuge, shelter, home ; — 
 Then unto the Lord they cry ; 
 
 He inclines a gracious ear, 
 Sends deliverance from on high, 
 
 Rescues them from all their fear. 
 
64 THE SACRIFICE OF PRAISE. 
 
 3 To a pleasant land he brings, 
 
 Where the vine and olive grow, 
 Where from flowery hills the springs 
 
 Through luxuriant valleys flow. 
 Oh, that men would praise the Lord 
 
 For his goodness to their race ; 
 For the wonders of his word, 
 
 And the riches of his grace. 
 
 1 U 1 7s, D. " Te Deum." j. e. millakd, tr. 
 
 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 ! 
 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 bond combine ; 
 For thou hast to babes revealed 
 Things that to the wise were sealed. 
 
 3 Martyrs, in a noble host, 
 
 Of thy cross are heard to boast ; 
 Since so bright the crown they wear, 
 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 ! 
 
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 THE SACRIFICE OF PRAISE. 65 
 
 7s, D. " In Excelsis." c. wesley. 
 
 Glory be to God on high, — 
 God, whose glory fills the sky ; 
 Peace on earth to man forgiven, — 
 Man, the well-beloved of heaven. 
 Sovereign Father, Heavenly King ! 
 Thee we now presume to sing ; 
 Glad thine attributes confess, 
 Glorious all, and numberless. 
 
 2 Hail ! by all thy works adored ! 
 Hail, the everlasting Lord ! 
 
 Thee with thankful hearts we prove, — 
 God of power, and God of love ! 
 Christ our Lord and God we own, — 
 Christ the Father's only Son ; 
 Lamb of God, for sinners slain, 
 Saviour of offending man. 
 
 3 Jesus ! in thy name we pray, 
 Take, oh, take our sins away ! 
 Powerful Advocate with God ! 
 Justify us by thy blood. 
 
 'Hear, for thou, O Christ ! alone, 
 Art with thy great Father one ; 
 One the Holy Ghost with thee ; — 
 One supreme eternal Three. 
 
 7s, d. " God on High." 6. SANDYS. 
 
 Thou who art enthroned above, 
 Thou by whom we live and move ! 
 Oh, how sweet, with joyful tongue, 
 To resound thy praise in song ! 
 When the morning paints the skies, 
 When the sparkling stars arise, 
 All thy favors to rehearse, 
 And give thanks in grateful verse. 
 
66 THE SACRIFICE OF PRAISE. 
 
 2 Sweet the day of sacred rest, 
 When devotion fills the breast, 
 When we dwell within thy house, 
 Hear thy word, and pay our vows ; 
 Notes to heaven's high mansions raise, 
 Fill its courts with joyful praise; 
 With repeated hymns proclaim 
 
 Great Jehovah's awful name. 
 
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 3 From thy works our joys arise, 
 O thou only good and wise ! 
 Who thy wonders can declare ? 
 How profound thy counsels are ! 
 Warm our hearts with sacred fire ; 
 Grateful fervors still inspire ; 
 
 All our powers, with all their might, 
 Ever in thy praise unite. 
 
 _LU~t: 8s, 7S. "Praise to Thee" J. fawcett. 
 
 Praise to thee, thou great Creator ! 
 
 Praise to thee from every tongue ; 
 Join, my soul, with every creature, 
 
 Join the universal song. 
 
 2 Father ! source of all compassion ! 
 
 Pure, unbounded grace is thine : 
 Hail the God of our salvation, 
 
 Praise him for his love divine ! 
 
 3 For ten thousand blessings given, 
 
 For the hope of future joy, 
 Sound his praise thro' earth and heaven, 
 
 Sound Jehovah's praise on high ! 
 
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 4 Praise to God, the great Creator, 
 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ; 
 
 Praise him, every living creature, 
 Earth and heaven's united host. 
 
 5 Joyfully on earth adore him, 
 
 Till in heaven our song we raise ; 
 Then enraptured fall before him, 
 Lost in wonder, love, and praise ! 
 
 JlUO iis. "Alleluia" anon. 
 
 Oh, join ye the anthems of triumph that rise 
 From the throne of the blest, from the hosts of the skies ; 
 Alleluia, they sing in rapturous strains, 
 Alleluia, the Lord God omnipotent reigns ! 
 
 2 He gave to the light its beneficent wings ; 
 
 He controlleth the councils of senates and kings ; 
 From his throne in the clouds the lightnings are hurled, 
 And he ruleth the factions that rage through the world. 
 
 3 Rejoice, ye that love him ; his power cannot fail ; 
 His omnipotent goodness shall surely prevail ; 
 The triumph of evil will shortly be passed, 
 
 The omnipotent King shall conquer at last. 
 
 -LUU 7s, 6s. Psalm 150. c. wesley. 
 
 Praise the Lord, who reigns above, 
 
 And keeps his courts below ; 
 Praise him for his boundless love, 
 
 And all his greatness show ! 
 Praise him for his noble deeds ; 
 
 Praise him for his matchless power ; 
 Him, from whom all good proceeds, 
 
 Let earth and heaven adore. 
 
68 THE SACRIFICE OF PRAISE. 
 
 2 Publish, spread to all around, 
 The great Immanuel's name ; 
 
 Let the gospel trumpet sound, 
 The Prince of Peace proclaim ! 
 
 Praise him, every tuneful string ; 
 All the reach of heavenly art, 
 
 All the power of music bring, 
 The music of the heart. 
 
 3 Him, in whom they move and live, 
 Let every creature sing ; 
 
 Glory to our Saviour give, 
 And homage to our King : 
 
 Hallowed be his name beneath, 
 As in heaven, on earth adored ; 
 
 Praise the Lord in every breath, 
 Let all things praise the Lord. 
 
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 7s, d. Singing to God. J. Montgomery. 
 
 Songs of praise the angels sang, 
 Heaven with hallelujahs rang, 
 When Jehovah's work begun, 
 When he spake, and it was done. 
 Songs of praise awoke the morn, 
 When the Prince of Peace was born ; 
 Songs of praise arose, when he 
 Captive led captivity. 
 
 2 Heaven and earth must pass away— 
 Songs of praise shall crown that day; 
 God will make new heavens and earth — 
 Songs of praise shall hail their birth. 
 And shall man alone be dumb, 
 Till that glorious kingdom come ? 
 No ; the Church delights to raise 
 Psalms and hymns and songs of praise. 
 
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 3 Saints below, with heart and voice, 
 Still in songs of praise rejoice; 
 Learning here, by faith and love, 
 Songs of praise to sing above. 
 Borne upon their latest breath 
 Songs of praise shall conquer death ; 
 Then, amid eternal joy, 
 Songs of praise their powers employ. 
 
 lUO c. m. " Hearts to Pray." J. NEWTON. 
 
 Again our earthly cares we leave, 
 
 And to thy courts repair ; 
 Again with joyful feet we come, 
 
 To meet our Saviour here. 
 
 2 Great Shepherd of thy people, hear ! 
 Thy presence now display ; 
 
 We bow within thy house of prayer ; 
 Oh, give us hearts to pray ! 
 
 3 The clouds which vail thee from our sight, 
 In pity, Lord, remove ; 
 
 Dispose our minds to hear aright 
 The message of thy love. 
 
 4 The feeling heart, the melting eye, 
 The humble mind, bestow ; 
 
 And shine upon us from on high, 
 To make our graces grow. 
 
 5 Show us some token of thy love, 
 Our fainting hopes to raise ; 
 
 And pour thy blessing from above, 
 To aid our feeble praise. 
 
70 THE SACRIFICE OF PRAISE. 
 
 109 
 
 Psalm 39. 1. watts. 
 
 Jehovah reigns ; his throne is high ; 
 His robes are light and majesty ; 
 His glory shines with beams so bright, 
 No mortal can sustain the sight. 
 
 2 His terrors keep the world in awe ; 
 His justice guards his holy law; 
 Yet love reveals a smiling face, 
 
 And truth and promise seal the grace. 
 
 3 Through all his works his wisdom shines, 
 And baffles Satan's deep designs ; 
 
 His power is sovereign to fulfill 
 The noblest counsels of his will. 
 
 4 And will this glorious Lord descend 
 To be my Father and my Friend ? 
 Then let my songs with angels join ; 
 Heaven is secure, if God be mine. 
 
 110 
 
 " God is Here" j. wesley, tr. 
 
 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. 
 
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 111 cm. "Light in thy Light:' c. wesley. 
 
 Eternal Sun of righteousness, 
 
 Display thy beams divine, 
 And cause the glory of thy face 
 
 Upon my heart to shine. 
 
 2 Light, in thy light, oh, may I see, 
 Thy grace and mercy prove, 
 
 Revived, and cheered, and blest by thee, 
 The God of pardoning love. 
 
 3 Lift up thy countenance serene, 
 And let thy happy child 
 
 Behold, without a cloud between, 
 The Father reconciled. 
 
 4 On me thy promised peace bestow, 
 The peace by Jesus given ; — 
 
 The joys of holiness below, 
 And then the joys of heaven. 
 
 Ll^ L. m. " Sun of my Soul ! " j. keble. 
 
 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 ! 
 
 2 When soft the dews of kindly sleep 
 My wearied eyelids gently steep, 
 
 Be my last thought — how sweet to rest 
 For ever 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. 
 
72 CLOSE OF WORSHIP. 
 
 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. 
 
 J- J- O l. m. Evening Song. t. ke 
 
 Glory 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 which I this day have done ; 
 That with the world, myself, and thee, 
 I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. 
 
 3 Teach me to live, that I may dread 
 The grave as little as my bed : 
 Teach me to die, that so I may 
 Rise glorious at the judgment-day. 
 
 4 Oh, let my soul on thee repose, 
 And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close ! 
 Sleep, which shall me more vigorous make, 
 To serve my God when I awake. 
 
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 L. It. Twilight. A. STEELE. 
 
 Great God ! to thee my evening song 
 With humble gratitude I raise ; 
 
 Oh, let thy mercy tune my tongue, 
 And fill my heart with lively praise. 
 
 2 My days unclouded as they pass, 
 And every gentle, rolling hour, 
 
 Are monuments of wondrous grace, 
 And witness to thy love and power. 
 
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 3 Seal my forgiveness in the blood 
 Of Jesus ; his dear name alone 
 
 1 plead for pardon, gracious God ! 
 And kind acceptance at thy throne. 
 
 J. _L O l. m. Benediction. j. newtox. 
 
 The peace which God alone reveals, 
 And by his word of grace imparts, 
 Which only the believer feels, 
 
 Direct, and keep, and cheer our hearts ! 
 
 2 And may the holy Three in One, 
 The Father, Word, and Comforter, 
 
 Pour an abundant blessing down 
 On every soul assembled here ! 
 
 3 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. 
 
 116 
 
 Evening. I. wat' 
 
 Thus far the Lord has led me on : 
 
 Thus far his power prolongs my days ; 
 And every evening shall make known 
 
 Some fresh memorial of his grace. 
 
 2 Much of my time has run to waste, 
 And I, perhaps, am near my home, 
 
 But he forgives my follies past, 
 And gives me strength for days to come. 
 
 3 I lay my body down to sleep ; 
 Peace is the pillow for my head ; 
 
 While well-appointed angels keep 
 
 Their watchful stations round my bed. 
 
74 CLOSE OF WORSHIP. 
 
 4 Thus when the night of death shall come, 
 My flesh shall rest beneath the ground, 
 
 And wait thy voice to break my tomb, 
 With sweet salvation in the sound. 
 
 11 I L m. Dismissal J. hart. 
 
 Dismiss us with thy blessing, Lord ! 
 Help us to feed upon thy word ; 
 All that has been amiss, forgive, 
 And let thy truth within us live. 
 
 2 Though we are guilty, thou art good ; 
 Wash all our works in Jesus' blood ; 
 Give every burdened soul release, 
 And bid us all depart in peace. 
 
 s. m. Evening. p. doddridge. 
 
 The swift declining day, 
 
 How fast its moments fly ! 
 While evening's broad and gloomy shade 
 
 Gains on the western sky. 
 
 2 Ye mortals, mark its pace, 
 And use the hours of light , 
 
 And know, its Maker can command 
 At once eternal night. 
 
 3 Give glory to the Lord, 
 Who rules the whirling sphere ; 
 
 Submissive at his footstool bow, 
 And seek salvation there. 
 
 4 Then shall new lustre break 
 Through death's impending gloom, 
 
 And lead you to unchanging light, 
 In your celestial home. 
 
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 120 
 
 CLOSE OF WORSHIP. 7 
 
 s. m. "Abide with Us." j. m. neale. 
 
 The day, O Lord, is spent; 
 
 Abide with us, and rest ; 
 Our hearts' desires are fully bent 
 
 On making thee our guest. 
 
 2 We have not reached that land, 
 That happy land, as yet, 
 
 Where holy angels round thee stand, 
 Whose sun can never set. 
 
 3 Our sun is sinking now, 
 Our day is almost o'er ; 
 
 O Sun of Righteousness, do thou 
 Shine on us evermore ! 
 
 s. m. "SHU with TJiee" j. d. burns. 
 
 Still, still with thee, my God, 
 
 I would desire to be ; 
 By day, by night, at home, abroad, 
 
 I would be still with thee. 
 
 2 With thee when dawn comes in, 
 And calls me back to care, 
 
 Each day returning to begin 
 With thee, my God, in prayer. 
 
 3 With thee when day is done, 
 And evening calms the mind ; 
 
 The setting, as the rising, sun 
 With thee my heart would find. 
 
 4 With thee, in thee, by faith 
 Abiding I would be ; 
 
 By day, by night, in life, in death, 
 I would be still with thee. 
 
76 CLOSE OF WORSHIP. 
 
 ±j£jl s. M. Doxology. i. i 
 
 To God the only wise, 
 
 Who keeps us by his word, 
 
 Be glory now and evermore, 
 Through Jesus Christ our Lord. 
 
 2 Hosanna to the Word, 
 Who from the Father came ; 
 
 Ascribe salvation to the Lord, 
 And ever bless his name. 
 
 3 The grace of Christ our Lord, 
 The Father's boundless love, 
 
 The Spirit's blest communion, too, 
 Be with us from above. 
 
 122 
 
 The Final Rest. w. j. blew. 
 
 The day is past and gone, 
 
 Great God, we bow to thee ; 
 Again, as shades of night steal on 
 
 Unto thy side we flee. 
 
 2 Oh, when shall that day come, 
 Ne'er sinking in the west, 
 
 That country and that happy home, 
 Where none shall break our rest; — 
 
 3 Where all things shall be peace, 
 And pleasure without end, 
 
 And golden harps, that never cease, 
 With joyous hymns shall blend ; — 
 
 4 Where we, preserved beneath 
 The shelter of thy wing, 
 
 For evermore thy praise shall breathe, 
 And of thy mercy sing. 
 
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 m. Home Hymn. J. leland. 
 
 The day is past and gone, 
 
 The evening shades appear ; 
 Oh, may we all remember well 
 
 The night of death draws near ! 
 
 2 We lay our garments by, 
 Upon our beds to rest ; 
 
 So death will soon disrobe us all 
 Of what we here possessed. 
 
 3 Lord, keep us safe this night, 
 Secure from all our fears ; 
 
 May angels guard us while we sleep, 
 Till morning light appears. 
 
 4 And when we early rise, 
 And view the unwearied sun, 
 
 May we set out to win the prize, 
 And after glory run. 
 
 5 And when our days are past, 
 And we from time remove, 
 
 Oh, may we in thy bosom rest, 
 The bosom of thy love ! 
 
 m. " Closing Hour :" e. t. fitch. 
 
 Lord, at this closing hour, 
 
 Establish every heart 
 Upon thy word of truth and power, 
 
 To keep us when we part. 
 
 2 Peace to our brethren give ; 
 
 Fill all our hearts with love ; 
 In faith and patience may we live, 
 
 And seek our rest above. 
 
78 CLOSE OF WORSHIP. 
 
 3 Through changes, bright or drear, 
 We would thy will pursue ; 
 
 And toil to spread thy kingdom here, 
 Till we its glory view. 
 
 4 To God, the only wise, 
 In every age adored, 
 
 Let glory from the church arise 
 Through Jesus Christ our Lord ! 
 
 1ZO s. m. Sabbath Ended. a. stei 
 
 The day of praise is done ; 
 
 The evening shadows fall ; 
 Yet pass not from us with the sun, 
 True Light that lightenest all ! 
 
 2 Around thy throne on high, 
 Where night can never be, 
 
 The white-robed harpers of the sky 
 Bring ceaseless hymns to thee. 
 
 3 Too faint our anthems here ; 
 Too soon of praise we tire ; 
 
 But oh, the strains how full and clear 
 Of that eternal choir ! 
 
 4 Yet, Lord ! to thy dear will 
 If thou attune the heart, 
 
 We in thine angels' music still 
 May bear our lower part. 
 
 5 Shine thou within us, then, 
 A day that knows no end 
 
 Till songs of angels and of men 
 In perfect praise shall blend. 
 
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 s. If. At Dismission. j. hart. 
 
 Once more, before we part, 
 
 Oh, bless the Saviour's name ! 
 Let every tongue and every heart 
 Adore and praise the same. 
 
 2 Lord, in thy grace we came, 
 That blessing still impart; 
 
 We met in Jesus' sacred name, 
 In Jesus' name we part. 
 
 3 Still on thy holy word 
 Help us to feed and grow, 
 
 Still to go on to know the Lord, 
 And practice what we know. 
 
 4 Now, Lord, before we part, 
 Help us to bless thy name : 
 
 Let every tongue and every heart 
 Adore and praise the same. 
 
 L u % ios. " Abide with me." h. f. lyte. 
 
 Abide with me ! Fast falls the eventide, 
 The darkness deepens — Lord, w T ith me abide! 
 When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, 
 Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me ! 
 
 2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day ; 
 Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away ; 
 Change and decay in all around I see ; 
 
 O thou, who changest not, abide with me ! 
 
 3 I need thy presence every passing hour, 
 What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power ? 
 Who, like thyself, my guide and stay can be ? 
 Thro' cloud and sunshine, oh, abide with me ! 
 
80 CLOSE OF WORSHIP. 
 
 4 Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes ; 
 Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies ; 
 Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows 
 
 flee ! 
 In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me ! 
 
 JL^jO i os. "Go in Peace" j. ellerton. 
 
 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 coming night ; 
 Turn thou for us its darkness into light ; 
 
 From 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. 
 
 129 
 
 7s. Evening. g. \v. 
 
 Softly now the light of day 
 Fades upon my sight away ; 
 Free from care, from labor free, 
 Lord, I would commune with thee. 
 
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 2 Thou, whose all-pervading eye 
 Naught escapes without, within, 
 Pardon each infirmity, 
 
 Open fault, and secret sin. 
 
 3 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. 
 
 4 Thou who, sinless, yet hast known 
 All of man's infirmity ; 
 
 Then from thine eternal throne, 
 Jesus, look with pitying eye. 
 
 130 7S 
 
 " Foretastes." j. Montgomery. 
 
 For the mercies of the day, 
 For this rest upon our way, 
 Thanks to thee alone be given, 
 Lord of earth and King of heaven S 
 
 2 Cold our services have been, 
 Mingled every prayer with sin : 
 But thou canst and wilt forgive ; 
 By thy grace alone we live. 
 
 3 While this thorny path we tread, 
 May thy love our footsteps lead; 
 When our journey here is past, 
 May we rest with thee at last. 
 
 4 Let these earthly Sabbaths prove 
 Foretastes of our joys above ; 
 While their steps thy children bend 
 To the rest which knows no end. 
 
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82 CLOSE OF WORSHIP. 
 
 i-Ol us, 5s. " Lord Everlasting " c. winkworth, tr. 
 Now God be with us, for the night is closing, 
 The light and darkness are of his disposing ; 
 And 'neath his shadow here to rest we yield us ; 
 For he will shield us. 
 
 2 Let evil thoughts and spirits flee before us, 
 Till morning cometh, watch, O Father ! o'er us ; 
 In soul and body thou from harm defend us, 
 
 Thine angels send us. 
 
 3 Let pious thoughts be ours when sleep o'ertakes us ; 
 Our earliest thoughts be thine when morning wakes us ; 
 All sick and mourners, we to thee commend them, 
 
 Do thou befriend them. 
 
 4 We have no refuge, none on earth to aid us, 
 But thee, O Father ! who thine own hast made us ; 
 Keep us in life ; forgive our sins ; deliver 
 
 Us now and ever. 
 
 5 Praise be to thee through Jesus our salvation, 
 God, three in one, the Ruler of creation, 
 
 High throned, o'er all thine eye of mercy casting, 
 Lord everlasting ! 
 
 JLO^ us, 5s. Evening Confession. j. bowring. 
 
 From the recesses of a lowly spirit, 
 Our humble prayer ascends ; O Father ! hear it, 
 Upsoaring on the wings of awe and meekness ! 
 Forgive its weakness ! 
 
 2 We see thy hand; it leads us, it supports us! 
 We hear thy voice ; it counsels and it courts us : 
 And then we turn away ; and still thy kindness 
 Forgives our blindness. 
 
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 3 Oh, how long-suffering, Lord ! but thou delightest 
 To win with love the wandering ; thou invitest, 
 
 By smiles of mercy, not by frowns or terrors, 
 Man from his errors. 
 
 4 Father and Saviour ! plant within each bosom 
 The seeds of holiness, and bid them blossom 
 
 In fragrance and in beauty bright and vernal, 
 And spring eternal. 
 
 5 Then place them in thine everlasting gardens, 
 Where angels walk, and seraphs are the wardens ; 
 Where every flower escaped through death's dark portal, 
 
 Becomes immortal. 
 
 ±0O p.m. " The Last Beam." huntixgton. 
 
 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, Father, have mercy, 
 
 Father, have mercy thro' Jesus Christ, our 
 Lord. 
 
 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. 
 
 Ref. — Father, have mercy, Father, have mercy, 
 
 Father, have mercy thro' Jesus Christ, our 
 Lord. Amen. 
 
84 CLOSE OF WORSHIP. 
 
 1 O^fc 8s, 7s, 4s. Guidance. p. williams. 
 
 Guide me, thou great Jehovah, 
 Pilgrim through this barren land ; 
 
 1 am weak, but thou art mighty; 
 
 Hold me with thy powerful hand ; 
 
 Bread of heaven, 
 Feed me till I want no more. 
 
 2 Open thou the crystal fountain 
 Whence the healing streams do flow ; 
 
 Let the fiery, cloudy pillar 
 
 Lead me all my journey through; 
 
 Strong Deliverer, 
 Be thou still my Strength and Shield. 
 
 3 When I tread the verge of Jordan, 
 Bid my anxious fears subside ; 
 
 Death of death ! and hell's Destruction ! 
 Land me safe on Canaan's side; 
 
 Songs of praises 
 I will ever give to thee. 
 
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 7s, 4s. "Lead us." j. edmeston; 
 
 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. 
 
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 137 
 
 CLOSE OF WORSHIP. 85 
 
 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. 
 
 8s, 7s, 4s. Dismissal. j. fawcett. 
 
 Lord, 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, 
 
 Traveling through this wilderness. 
 
 2 Thanks we give, and adoration, 
 For thy gospel's joyful sound, 
 
 May the fruits of thy salvation 
 In our hearts and lives abound; 
 
 May thy presence 
 With us evermore be found. 
 
 3 So, whene'er the signal 's given, 
 Us from earth to call away ; 
 
 Borne on angels' wings to heaven, 
 Glad to leave our cumbrous clay, 
 
 May we, ready, 
 Rise and reign in endless day. 
 
 8s, 7s, 4s. "Keep us Safe." t. kelly. 
 
 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. 
 
86 CLOSE OF WORSHIP. 
 
 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. 
 
 y 1.00 8s, 7s, 4s. Benediction. j. newtox. 
 
 May the grace of Christ our Saviour, 
 
 And the Father's boundless love, 
 With the Holy Spirit's favor, 
 Rest upon us from above ! 
 
 2 Thus may we abide in union 
 With each other and the Lord; 
 
 And possess in sweet communion, 
 Joys which earth cannot afford. 
 
 139 
 
 8s, js, 4s. Evening Blessing. j. edmeston. 
 
 Saviour breathe an evening blessing 
 
 Ere repose our spirits seal ; 
 Sin and want we come confessing; 
 
 Thou canst save, and thou canst heal. 
 
 2 Though destruction walk around us, 
 Though the arrow near us fly, 
 
 Angel guards from thee surround us, 
 We are safe if thou art nigh. 
 
 3 Though the night be dark and dreary, 
 Darkness cannot hide from thee ; 
 
 Thou art he who, never weary, 
 Watcheth where thy people be. 
 
 4 Should swift death this night o'ertake us, 
 And our couch become our tomb, 
 
 May the morn in heaven awake us, 
 Clad in light and deathless bloom. 
 
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 140 
 
 "One More Day." a. warner. 
 
 One more day's work for Jesus, 
 One less of life for me ! 
 But heaven is nearer, And Christ is dearer, 
 Than yesterday, to me ; 
 His love and light 
 Fill all my soul to-night. 
 Cho. — One more day's work for Jesus, 
 One more day's work for Jesus, 
 One more day's work for Jesus, 
 One less of life for me ! 
 
 2 One more day's work for Jesus ! 
 How sweet the work has been 
 
 To tell the story, To show the glory, 
 Where Christ's flock enter in ! 
 How it did shine 
 In this poor heart of mine. — Cho. 
 
 3 One more day's work for Jesus — 
 Oh, yes, a weary day ; 
 
 But heaven shines clearer, And rest comes nearer, 
 At each step of the way ; 
 And Christ in all — 
 Before his face I fall. — Cho. 
 
 4 Oh, blessed work for Jesus ! 
 Oh, rest at Jesus' feet ! 
 
 There toil seems pleasure, My wants are treasure, 
 And pain for him is sweet. 
 Lord, if I may, 
 I '11 serve another day ! — Cho. 
 
 -LtcJ. 6s, 5S. Day is Over. s. baring-go uld. 
 
 Now the day is over, 
 
 Night is drawing nigh, 
 Shadows of the evening 
 Steal across the sky. 
 
88 CLOSE OF WORSHIP. 
 
 2 Jesus, give the weary 
 talm and sweet repose ; 
 
 With thy tenderest blessing 
 May our eyelids close. 
 
 3 Grant to little children 
 Visions bright of thee ; 
 
 Guard the sailors tossing 
 On the deep blue sea. 
 
 4 Through the long night-watches, 
 May thine angels spread 
 
 Their white wings above me, 
 Watching round my bed. 
 
 5 When the morning wakens, 
 Then may I arise, 
 
 Pure and fresh and sinless 
 In thy holy eyes. 
 
 JL*t^ l. m. 61. "Ere we go." f. w. faber. 
 
 Sweet 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. 
 Ref. — Through life's long day and death's dark 
 night, 
 O gentle Jesus ! 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 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. 
 
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 4 Fcr all we love, the poor, the sad, 
 
 The sinful, unto thee we call ; 
 Oh, let thy mercy make us glad : 
 
 Thou art our Jesus, and our all. — Ref. 
 
 14o Matt. 6: g-i 3 . 
 
 i Our Father, who art in heaven, | hallowed | be 
 thy | name; || thy kingdom come, thy will be 
 done on | earth, as it | is in | heaven ; 
 
 > Give us this | day our | daily | bread ; || and forgive 
 us our trespasses, as we forgive | them that | 
 trespass a- | gainst us. 
 
 5 And lead us not into temptation, but de- | liver | us 
 from | evil ; || for thine is the kingdom, and the 
 power, and the | glory, for- | ever. A- | men. 
 
 -L~fc4b l. m. Doxology. t. ken. 
 
 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. 
 
 JL~tO 6s, 4s. "By Galilee." M. a. lathbury. 
 
 Break thou the bread of life, 
 
 Dear Lord, to me, 
 As thou didst break the loaves 
 
 Beside the sea; 
 Beyond the sacred page 
 
 I seek thee, Lord ; 
 My spirit pants for thee, 
 
 O living Word ! 
 
90 CLOSE OF WORSHIP. 
 
 2 Bless thou the truth, dear Lord, 
 
 To me — to me — 
 As thou didst bless the bread 
 
 By Galilee; 
 Then shall all bondage cease, 
 
 All fetters fall ; 
 And I shall find my peace, 
 
 My All-in-All ! 
 
 J-TrU s. m. The Lord 's Prayer. j. Montgomery. 
 
 Our Heavenly Father, hear 
 
 The prayer we offer now: — 
 " Thy name be hallowed far and near, 
 To thee all nations bow. 
 
 2 " Thy kingdom come ; thy will 
 On earth be done in love, 
 
 As saints and seraphim fulfill 
 Thy perfect law above. 
 
 3 " Our daily bread supply, 
 While by thy word we live ; 
 
 The guilt of our iniquity 
 Forgive, as we forgive. 
 
 4 " From dark temptation's power 
 Our feeble hearts defend ; 
 
 Deliver in the evil hour, 
 And guide us to the end. 
 
 5 " Thine, then, for ever be 
 Glory and power divine ; 
 
 The sceptre, throne, and majesty 
 Of heaven and earth are thine." 
 
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 147 7 s. The Holy Spirit. C. wesley. 
 
 Light of life, seraphic Fire, 
 
 Love divine, thyself impart; 
 Every fainting soul inspire ; 
 
 Enter every drooping heart ; — 
 
 2 Every mournful sinner cheer ; 
 Scatter all our guilty gloom; 
 
 Father ! in thy grace appear, 
 To thy human temples come. 
 
 3 Come, in this accepted hour, 
 Bring thy heavenly kingdom in ; 
 
 Fill us with thy glorious power, 
 Set us free from all our sin. 
 
 4 Nothing more can we require, 
 We will covet nothing less ; 
 
 Be thou all our heart's desire, 
 All our joy, and all our peace. 
 
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 8s, 7s. Dismissal. r. hawker. 
 
 Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing ; 
 
 Bid us now depart in peace ; 
 Still on heavenly manna feeding, 
 
 Let our faith and love increase. 
 
 2 Fill each breast with consolation ; 
 
 Up to thee our hearts we raise ; 
 When we reach our blissful station, 
 
 Then we '11 give thee nobler praise. 
 
 149 
 
 Sabbath Eve. J. edmeston. 
 
 Sweet is the light of Sabbath eve, 
 
 And soft the sunbeams lingering there ; 
 
 For these blest hours the world I leave, 
 Wafted on wings of faith and prayer. 
 
92 CLOSE OF WORSHIP. 
 
 2 The time, how lovely and how still ! 
 Peace shines and smiles on all below ; 
 
 The plain, the stream, the wood, the hill, 
 All fair with evening's setting glow. 
 
 3 Season of rest ! the tranquil soul 
 Feels the sweet calm, and melts to love; 
 
 And while these sacred moments roll, 
 Faith sees the smiling heaven above. 
 
 4 Nor will our days of toil be long ; 
 Our pilgrimage will soon be trod ; 
 
 And we shall join the ceaseless song, 
 The endless Sabbath of our God. 
 
 J- OU H. M. God's Word. P, DODDRIDGE. 
 
 The promises I sing, 
 
 Which sovereign love hath spoke ; 
 Nor will the Eternal King 
 His words of grace revoke ; 
 They stand secure I Not Zion's hill 
 And steadfast still ; | Abides so sure. 
 
 2 The mountains melt away 
 When once the Judge appears, 
 
 And sun and moon decay, 
 That measure mortal years ; 
 But still the same, I The promise shines 
 In radiant lines j Through all the flame. 
 
 3 Their harmony shall sound 
 Through my attentive ears, 
 
 When thunders cleave the ground 
 And dissipate the spheres; 
 Midst all the shock I I stand serene, 
 Of that dread scene, | Thy word my rock. 
 
CLOSE OF WORSHIP. 93 
 
 -LOJ- c.M". "Hear and Know" i. watts. 
 
 Blest are the souls that hear and know 
 
 The gospel's joyful sound ; 
 Peace shall attend the path they go, 
 
 And light their steps surround. 
 
 2 Their joy shall bear their spirits up, 
 Through their Redeemer's name; 
 
 His righteousness exalts their hope, 
 Nor Satan dares condemn. 
 
 3 The Lord, our glory and defence, 
 Strength and salvation gives; 
 
 Israel ! thy King for ever reigns, 
 Thy God for ever lives. 
 
 ±<D^ js. Hymn at Parting. e. l. follen. 
 
 Thou, from whom we never part, 
 
 Thou, whose love is everywhere, 
 Thou, who seest every heart, 
 
 Listen to our evening prayer. 
 
 2 Father, fill our hearts with love, 
 Love unfailing, full and free ; 
 
 Love that no alarm can move, 
 Love that ever rests on thee. 
 
 3 Heavenly Father ! through the night 
 Keep us safe from every ill ; 
 
 Cheerful as the morning light, 
 May we wake to do thy will. 
 
 153 
 
 8s, 7s, 4s. " Hear us." d. c. coleswortky. 
 
 While we lowly bow before thee, 
 
 Wilt thou, gracious Saviour, hear ? 
 We are poor and needy sinners, 
 
 Full of doubt and full of fear ; 
 Gracious Saviour, 
 
 Make us humble and sincere. 
 
94 CLOSE OF WORSHIP. 
 
 2 Fill us with thy Holy Spirit ; 
 Sanctify us by thy grace ; 
 
 Oh, incline us more to love thee, 
 And in dust our souls abase. 
 
 Hear us, Saviour, 
 And unvail thy glorious face. 
 
 3 None in vain did ever ask thee 
 For the Spirit of thy love ; 
 
 Hear us, then, dear Saviour, hear us ; 
 Grant an answer from above ; 
 
 Blessed Saviour, 
 Hear and answer from above. 
 
 J. Otc 8s, 7s, 4s. Invocation. j. pierpont. 
 
 God Almighty and All-seeing ! 
 
 Holy One, in whom we all 
 Live, and move, and have our being, 
 Hear us when on thee we call ; 
 
 Father, hear us, 
 As before thy throne we fall. 
 
 2 Of all good art thou the Giver ; 
 
 Weak and wandering ones are we ; 
 Then for ever, yea, for ever, 
 
 In thy presence would we be ; 
 Oh, be near us, 
 
 That we wander not from thee. 
 
 1 DO 7s. Separation. J. newton. 
 
 For a season called to part, 
 Let us now ourselves commend 
 
 To the gracious eye and heart 
 Of our ever present Friend. 
 
CLOSE OF WORSHIP. 95 
 
 2 Jesus ! hear our humble prayer, 
 Tender Shepherd of thy sheep ! 
 
 Let thy mercy and thy care 
 All our souls in safety keep. 
 
 3 Then if thou thy help afford, 
 Joyful songs to thee shall rise, 
 
 And our souls shall praise the Lord, 
 Who regards our humble cries. 
 
 JLOt) s. m. " Bless tlie Lord /" j. Montgomery. 
 
 Stand up, and bless the Lord, 
 
 Ye people of his choice ; 
 Stand up and bless the Lord your God, 
 With heart and soul and voice. 
 
 2 Though high above all praise, 
 Above all blessing high, 
 
 Who would not fear his holy name, 
 And laud and magnify ? 
 
 3 Oh, for the living flame 
 From his own altar brought, 
 
 To touch our lips, our souls inspire, 
 And wing to heaven our thought ! 
 
 4 God is our strength and song, 
 And his salvation ours : 
 
 Then be his love in Christ proclaimed, 
 With all our ransomed powers. 
 
 5 Stand up, and bless the Lord ; 
 The Lord your God adore ; 
 
 Stand up, and bless his glorious name, 
 Henceforth, for evermore. 
 
6 THE SCRIPTURES. 
 
 -ID • 8s, 7s, 4s. "Lord, keep us" t. kelly. 
 
 Keep us, Lord, oh, keep us ever : 
 
 Vain our hope, if left by thee ; 
 
 We are thine ; oh, leave us never, 
 
 Till thy glorious face we see ; 
 
 Then to praise thee 
 Through a bright eternity. 
 
 2 Precious is thy word of promise, 
 Precious to thy people here ; 
 
 Never take thy presence from us, 
 Jesus, Saviour, still be near : 
 
 Living, dying, 
 May thy name our spirits cheer. 
 
 J- Do l. m. Psalm 19. 1. WATTS. 
 
 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 Sun, moon, and stars convey thy praise 
 Round the whole earth, and never stand ; 
 
 So, when thy truth began its race, 
 It touched and glanced on every land. 
 
 4 Nor shall thy spreading gospel rest, 
 Till through the world thy truth has run, 
 
 Till Christ has all the nations blessed, 
 That see the light, or feel the sun. 
 
THE SCRIPTURES. 97 
 
 5 Great Sun of righteousness ! arise ; 
 Bless the dark world with heavenly light; 
 
 Thy gospel makes the simple wise, 
 
 Thy laws are pure, thy judgments right. 
 
 6 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. 
 
 lOtl L fee. Inspiration. I. watts. 
 
 'T was by an order from the Lord 
 The ancient prophets spoke his word ! 
 His Spirit did their tongues inspire, 
 And warmed their hearts with heavenly fire. 
 
 2 The works and wonders which they wrought 
 Confirmed the messages they brought : 
 
 The prophet's pen succeeds his breath, 
 To save the holy words from death. 
 
 3 Great God, mine eyes with pleasure look 
 On the dear volume of thy book ; 
 
 There my Redeemer's face I see, 
 And read his name who died for me. 
 
 1 13 U l. m. The Gospel Word. b. beddome, 
 
 God, in the gospel of his Son, 
 Makes his eternal counsels known : 
 Where love in all its glory shines, 
 And truth is drawn in fairest lines. 
 
 2 Here sinners, of an humble frame, 
 May taste his grace, and learn his name ; 
 May read, in characters of blood, 
 The wisdom, power, and grace of God. 
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98 THE SCRIPTURES. 
 
 3 The prisoner here may break his chains ; 
 The weary rest from all his pains ; 
 
 The captive feel his bondage cease ; 
 The mourner find the way of peace. 
 
 4 Here faith reveals to mortal eyes 
 A brighter world beyond the skies ; 
 
 Here shines the light which guides our way 
 From earth to realms of endless day. 
 
 5 Oh, grant us grace, Almighty Lord, 
 To read and mark thy holy word; 
 
 Its truth with meekness to receive, 
 And by its holy precepts live. 
 
 1 t) 1 L. M. Psalm 19. R. GRANT. 
 
 The starry firmament on high, 
 And all the glories of the sky, 
 Vet shine not to thy praise, O Lord, 
 So brightly as thy written word. 
 
 2 The hopes that holy word supplies, 
 Its truths divine and precepts wise, 
 In each a heavenly beam I see, 
 And every beam conducts to thee. 
 
 3 Almighty Lord, the sun shall fail, 
 The moon forget her nightly tale, 
 And deepest silence hush on high 
 The radiant chorus of the sky ; — 
 
 4 But fixed for everlasting years, 
 Unmoved, amid the wreck of spheres, 
 Thy word shall shine in cloudless day, 
 When heaven and earth have passed away. 
 
THE SCRIPTURESo 99 
 
 lO^J l. M. "Nature Sings." o. heginbotham. 
 
 Now LET my soul, eternal King, 
 To thee its grateful tribute bring ; 
 My knee with humble homage bow, 
 My tongue perform its solemn vow. 
 
 2 All nature sings thy boundless love, 
 In worlds below and worlds above ; 
 But in thy blessed word I trace 
 Diviner wonders of thy grace. 
 
 3 Here Jesus bids my sorrows cease, 
 And gives my laboring conscience peace ; 
 Here lifts my grateful passions high, 
 And points to mansions in the sky. 
 
 4 For love like this, oh, let my song, 
 Through endless years, thy praise prolong 
 Let distant climes thy name adore, 
 
 Till time and nature are no more. 
 
 lOO l. m. "And be Glorified" j. bowring. 
 
 Upon the Gospel's sacred page 
 The gathered beams of ages shine ; 
 
 And, as it hastens, every age 
 
 But makes its brightness more divine. 
 
 2 On mightier wing, in loftier flight, 
 From year to year does knowledge scar ; 
 
 And, as it soars, the Gospel light 
 Becomes effulgent more and more. 
 
 3 More glorious still, as centuries roll, 
 New regions blest, new powers unfurled, 
 
 Expanding with the expanding soul, 
 Its radiance shall o'erflow the world, — 
 
100 THE SCRIPTURES. 
 
 4 Flow to restore, but not destroy; 
 
 As when the cloudless lamp of day- 
 Pours out its floods of light and joy, 
 
 And sweeps the lingering mist away. 
 
 1 04 c. m. Christ in tJie Word. a. Steele. 
 
 Thou lovely Source of true delight, 
 
 Whom I unseen adore ! 
 Unvail 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 'T is here, whene'er my comforts droop, 
 And sin and sorrow rise, 
 
 Thy love, with cheering beams of hope, 
 My fainting heart supplies. 
 
 4 But ah ! too soon the pleasing scene 
 Is clouded o'er with pain ; 
 
 My gloomy fears rise dark between, 
 And I again complain. 
 
 5 Jesus, my Lord, my life, my light ! 
 Oh, come with blissful ray ; 
 
 Break radiant through the shades of night, 
 And chase my fears away. 
 
 6 Then shall my soul with rapture trace 
 The wonders of thy love: 
 
 But the full glories of thy face 
 Are only known above. 
 
THE SCRIPTURES. 101 
 
 lOO C. M. Psalm 119. J. FAWCETT. 
 
 How PRECIOUS is the book divine, 
 
 By inspiration given ! 
 Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine, 
 
 To guide our souls to heaven. 
 
 2 O'er all the strait and narrow way- 
 Its radiant beams are cast ; 
 
 A light whose never weary ray 
 Grows brightest at the last. 
 
 3 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts, 
 In this dark vale of tears ; 
 
 Life, light, and joy it still imparts, 
 And quells our rising fears. 
 
 4 This lamp, through all the tedious night 
 Of life, shall guide our way, 
 
 Till we behold the clearer light 
 Of an eternal day. 
 
 166, 
 
 m. Psalm 119. 1. WATT 
 
 My soul lies cleaving to the dust ; 
 
 Lord, give me life divine ; 
 From vain desires and every lust, 
 
 Turn off these eyes of mine. 
 
 2 I need the influence of thy grace 
 To speed me in thy way, 
 
 Lest I should loiter in my race 
 Or turn my feet astray. 
 
 3 Are not thy mercies sovereign still, 
 And thou a faithful God ? 
 
 Wilt thou not grant me warmer zeal 
 To run the heavenly read ? 
 
102 THE SCRIPTURES. 
 
 4 Does not my heart thy precepts love, 
 And long to see thy face ? 
 
 And yet how slow my spirits move 
 Without enlivening grace ! 
 
 5 Then shall I love thy gospel more, 
 And ne'er forget thy word, 
 
 When I have felt its quickening power 
 To draw me near the Lord. 
 
 167 c. 
 
 168 c. 
 
 M. Dull of Heart. i. watts 
 
 Laden with guilt, and full of fears, 
 
 I fly to thee, my Lord, 
 And not a glimpse of hope appears, 
 
 But in thy written word. 
 
 2 This is the field where hidden lies 
 The pearl of price unknown ; 
 
 That merchant is divinely wise, 
 Who makes the pearl his own. 
 
 3 This is the judge that ends the strife, 
 Where wit and reason fail ; 
 
 My guide to everlasting life, 
 Through all this gloomy vale. 
 
 4 Oh, may thy counsels, mighty God ! 
 My roving feet command ; 
 
 Nor I forsake the happy road, 
 That leads to thy right hand. ' 
 
 M. Psalm 119. I. WATTS 
 
 Oh, how I love thy holy law ! 
 
 'T is daily my delight ; 
 And thence my meditations draw 
 
 Divine advice by night. 
 
THE SCRIPTURES. 103 
 
 2 How doth thy word my heart engage ! 
 How well employ my tongue ! 
 
 And in my tiresome pilgrimage 
 Yields me a heavenly song. 
 
 3 Am I a stranger, or at home, 
 'T is my perpetual feast ; 
 
 Not honey dropping from the comb 
 So much allures the taste, 
 
 4 Xo treasures so enrich the mind, 
 Nor shall thy word be sold 
 
 For loads of silver well-refined, 
 Xor heaps of choicest gold. 
 
 5 When nature sink?, and spirits droop, 
 Thy promises of grace 
 
 Are pillars to support my hope, 
 And there I write thy praise. 
 
 IDt/ c. m. Psabrnxg. i. watts, 
 
 Lord ! I have made thy word my choice, 
 
 My lasting heritage ; 
 There shall my noblest powers rejoice, 
 My warmest thoughts engage. 
 
 2 I '11 read the histories of thy love, 
 And keep thy laws in sight, 
 
 While through the promises I rove, 
 With ever-fresh delight. 
 
 3 'T is a broad land of wealth unknown, 
 Where springs of life arise; 
 
 Seeds of immortal bliss are sown, 
 And hidden glory lies : — 
 
104 THE SCRIPTURES. 
 
 4 The best relief that mourners have ; 
 
 It makes our sorrows blest: — 
 Our fairest hope beyond the grave, 
 
 And our eternal rest. 
 
 170 
 
 171 
 
 Psalm 119. 1. watts. 
 
 How shall the young secure their hearts, 
 
 And guard their lives from sin ? 
 Thy word the choicest rules imparts 
 
 To keep the conscience clean. 
 
 2 When once it enters to the mind, 
 
 It spreads such light abroad, 
 The meanest souls instruction find, 
 
 And raise their thoughts to God. 
 
 'Tis like the sun, a heavenly light, 
 That guides us all the day; 
 And, through the dangers of the night, 
 A lamp to lead our way. 
 
 4 Thy precepts make me truly wise ; 
 I hate the sinner's road ; 
 
 I hate my own vain thoughts that rise, 
 But love thy law, my God ! 
 
 5 Thy word is everlasting truth ; 
 How pure is every page ! 
 
 That holy book shall guide our youth, 
 And well support our age. 
 
 c. M. Psalm 119. I. WATTS. 
 
 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. 
 
THE SCRIPTURES. 105 
 
 2 Oh, send thy Spirit down, to write 
 Thy law upon my heart ; 
 
 Nor let my tongue indulge deceit, 
 Or 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 — 
 'T is a delightful road ; 
 
 Nor let my head, or heart, or hands, 
 Offend against my God. 
 
 172 
 
 "Endless Glory." a. Steele. 
 
 Father of mercies ! in thy w r ord 
 
 What endless glory shines ! 
 For ever be thy name adored 
 
 For these celestial lines. 
 
 2 Here, the fair tree of knowledge grows, 
 And yields a free repast ; 
 
 Sublimer sweets than nature knows 
 Invite the longing taste. 
 
 3 Here, the Redeemer's welcome voice 
 Spreads heavenly peace around; 
 
 And life and everlasting joys 
 Attend the blissful sound. 
 
106 THE SCRIPTURES. 
 
 4 Oh, may these heavenly pages be 
 My ever dear delight ; 
 
 And still new beauties may I see, 
 And still increasing light. 
 
 5 Divine Instructor, gracious Lord! 
 Be thou for ever near ; 
 
 Teach me to love thy sacred word, 
 And view my Saviour there. 
 
 i. I O c. m. Psalm 119. W. COWPER. 
 
 The Spirit breathes upon the word, 
 And brings the truth to sight ; 
 
 Precepts and promises afford 
 A sanctifying light. 
 
 2 A glory gilds the sacred page, 
 
 Majestic, like the sun ; 
 It gives a light to every age ; — 
 
 It gives, but borrows none, 
 
 3. The hand that gave it still supplies 
 The gracious light and heat ; 
 
 Its truths upon the nations rise, — 
 They rise, but never set. 
 
 4 Let everlasting thanks be thine, 
 For such a bright display, 
 
 As makes a world of darkness shine 
 With beams of heavenly day. 
 
 5 My soul rejoices to pursue 
 The steps of him I love, 
 
 Till glory breaks upon my view, 
 In brighter worlds above. 
 
THE SCRIPTURES. 107 
 
 174 7s, 6s, d. The Church's Gift. w. w. how. 
 
 O WORD of God incarnate, 
 
 O Wisdom from on high, 
 O Truth unchanged, unchanging, 
 
 O Light of our dark sky ! 
 We praise thee for the radiance 
 
 That from the hallowed page, 
 A lantern to our footsteps, 
 
 Shines on from age to age. 
 
 2 The Church from her dear 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 Christ, 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. 
 
 1 I O 7S, 6s, d. Psalm 19. j. conder. 
 
 The heavens declare his glory, 
 
 Their Maker's skill the skies ; 
 Each day repeats the story, 
 
 And night to night replies. 
 Their silent proclamation 
 
 Throughout the earth is heard ; 
 The record of creation, 
 
 The page of nature's word. 
 
108 GOD: THE FATHER. 
 
 2 So pure, so soul-restoring, 
 Is truth's diviner ray ; 
 
 A brighter radiance pouring 
 Than all the pomp of day : 
 
 The wanderer surely guiding, 
 It makes the simple wise ; 
 
 And evermore abiding, 
 Unfailing joy supplies. 
 
 3 Thy word is richer treasure 
 Than lurks within the mine ; 
 
 And daintiest fare less pleasure 
 Yields than this food divine. 
 
 How wise each kind monition ! 
 Led by thy counsels, Lord, 
 
 How safe the saints' condition, 
 How great is their reward ! 
 
 1 I U 7s & 6s, d. Everlasting. — Ps. 90. e. bickersteth. 
 
 O God, the Rock of Ages, 
 
 Who evermore hast been, 
 What time the tempest rages, 
 
 Our dwelling-place serene : 
 Before thy first creations, 
 
 O Lord, the same as now; 
 To endless generations, 
 
 The Everlasting thou ! 
 
 2 Our years are like the shadows 
 
 On sunny hills that lie, 
 Or grasses in the meadows 
 
 That blossom but to die : 
 A sleep, a dream, a story, 
 
 By strangers quickly told, 
 An unremaining glory 
 
 0( things that soon are old. 
 
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 178 
 
 ATTRIBUTES. 109 
 
 3 O thou who canst not slumber, 
 
 Whose light grows never pale, 
 Teach us aright to number 
 
 Our years before they fail ! 
 On us thy mercy lighten, 
 
 On us thy goodness rest, 
 And let thy Spirit brighten 
 
 The hearts thyself hast blest ! 
 
 7s & 6s, d. Omnipresent. dutch hymn. 
 
 On mountains and in valleys 
 
 Where'er we go is God ; 
 The cottage and the palace 
 
 Alike are his abode. 
 With watchful eye abiding 
 
 Upon us with delight ; 
 Our souls, in him confiding, 
 
 He keeps both day and night. 
 
 2 Above me and beside me, 
 
 My God is ever near, 
 To watch, protect, and guide me, 
 
 Whatever ills appear. 
 Though other friends may fail me ; 
 
 In sorrow's dark abode, 
 Though death itself assail me, 
 
 I 'm ever safe with God. 
 
 7s & 6s, d. Sovereign Love. j. conder, 
 
 'T is not that I did choose thee, 
 
 For, Lord ! that could not be ; 
 This heart would still refuse thee; 
 
 But thou hast chosen me ; — 
 Hast, from the sin that stained me, 
 
 Washed me and set me free, 
 And to this end ordained me, 
 
 That I should live to thee. 
 
110 god: the father. 
 
 2 'T was sovereign mercy called me, 
 
 And taught my opening mind ; 
 The world had else enthralled me, 
 
 To heavenly glories blind. 
 My heart owns none above thee; 
 
 For thy rich grace I thirst ; 
 This knowing, — if I love thee, 
 
 Thou must have loved me first. 
 
 179 
 
 The Trinity. j. cooper. 
 
 Father of heaven, whose love profound 
 A ransom for our souls hath found, 
 Before thy throne we sinners bend ; 
 To us thy pardoning love extend. 
 
 2 Almighty Son — incarnate Word — 
 Our Prophet, Priest, Redeemer, Lord ! 
 Before thy throne we sinners bend ; 
 To us thy saving grace extend. 
 
 3 Eternal Spirit ! by whose breath 
 The soul is raised from sin and death, — 
 Before thy throne we sinners bend ; 
 
 To us thy quickening power extend. 
 
 4 Jehovah ! — Father, Spirit, Son ! 
 Mysterious Godhead ! — Three in One ! 
 Before thy throne we sinners bend ; 
 Grace, pardon, life to us extend. 
 
 180 
 
 Unsearchablcness. e. butcher. 
 
 With deepest reverence at thy throne r 
 Jehovah, peerless and unknown ! 
 "Our feeble spirits strive, in vain, 
 A glimpse of thee, great God ! to gain. 
 
ATTRIBUTES. Ill 
 
 2 Who, by the closest search, can find 
 The eternal, uncreated Mind ? 
 
 Nor men, nor angels can explore 
 
 Thy heights of love, thy depths of power. 
 
 3 That power we trace on every side ; 
 Oh, may thy wisdom be our guide ! 
 And while we live, and when we die, 
 May thine almighty love be nigh. 
 
 JL O J- l, m. Long-suffering. e. scott. 
 
 God of my life, to thee belong 
 The grateful heart, the joyful song ; 
 Touched by thy love, each tuneful chord 
 Resounds the goodness of the Lord. 
 
 2 Yet why, dear Lord, this tender care ? 
 Why doth thy hand so kindly rear 
 
 A useless cumberer of the ground, 
 On which so little fruit is found ? 
 
 3 Still let the barren fig-tree stand 
 Upheld and fostered by thy hand ; 
 And let its fruit and verdure be 
 
 A grateful tribute, Lord, to thee. 
 
 jl\j£ l. m. Mystery. B. beddome. 
 
 Wait, O my soul ! thy Maker's will ; 
 Tumultuous passions, all be still ! 
 Nor let a murmuring thought arise ; 
 His ways are just, his counsels wise. 
 
 2 He in the thickest darkness dwells, 
 Performs his work, the cause conceals ; 
 But, though his methods are unknown, 
 Judgment and truth support his throne. 
 
112 GOD: THE FATHER. 
 
 3 In heaven, and earth, and air, and seas, 
 He executes his firm decrees ; 
 
 And by his saints it stands confessed, 
 That what he does is ever best. 
 
 4 Wait, then, my soul ! submissive wait, 
 Prostrate before his awful seat ; 
 
 And, 'mid the terrors of his rod, 
 Trust in a wise and gracious God. 
 
 183 
 
 l. m. d. In Nature. — Ps. 19. j. addison. 
 
 The spacious firmament on high, 
 
 With all the blue ethereal sky, 
 
 And spangled heavens, a shining frame, 
 
 Their great Original proclaim : 
 
 The 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 ; 
 While all the stars that round her burn, 
 And all the planets in their turn, 
 Confirm the tidings as they roll, 
 
 And spread the truth from pole to pole. 
 
 3 What, though in solemn silence, all 
 Move round the dark terrestrial ball, — 
 What, though no real voice nor sound 
 Amid their radiant orbs be found, — 
 In reason's ear they all rejoice, 
 
 And utter forth a glorious voice, 
 For ever singing as they shine, — 
 " The hand that made us is divine." 
 
ATTRIBUTES. J.1I 
 
 184 
 
 D. In the Seasons. p. doddridge, 
 
 Eternal Source of every joy, 
 
 Well may thy praise our lips employ, 
 
 While in thy temple we appear, 
 
 To hail thee, sovereign of the year! 
 
 Wide as the wheels of nature roll, 
 
 Thy hand supports and guides the whole, 
 
 The sun is taught by thee to rise, 
 
 And darkness when to vail the skies. 
 
 2 The flowery spring at thy command, 
 Perfumes the air, adorns the land ; 
 The summer rays with vigor shine, 
 To raise the corn, to cheer the vine. 
 Thy hand, in autumn, richly pours, 
 Through all our coasts redundant stores : 
 And winters, softened by thy care, 
 
 No more the face of horror wear. 
 
 3 Seasons and months, and weeks and days, 
 Demand successive songs of praise; 
 
 And be the grateful homage paid, 
 With morning light and evening shade. 
 Here in thy house let incense rise, 
 And circling Sabbaths bless our eyes, 
 Till to those lofty heights we soar, 
 Where days and years revolve no more. 
 
 -lOO c. m. d. Providence. h. m. Williams. 
 
 While thee I seek, protecting Power ! 
 
 Be my vain wishes stilled ; 
 And may this consecrated hour 
 
 With better hopes be filled ; 
 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. 
 
114 god: the father. 
 
 2 In each event of life how clear 
 Thy ruling hand I see ! 
 
 Each blessing to my soul more dear 
 
 Because conferred by thee. 
 In every joy that crowns my days, 
 
 In every pain I bear, 
 My heart shall find delight in praise 
 
 Or seek relief in prayer. 
 
 3 When gladness wings my favored hour, 
 Thy love my thoughts shall fill ; 
 
 Resigned, when storms cf sorrow lower, 
 My soul shall meet thy will. 
 
 My lifted eye, without a tear, 
 The gathering storm shall see ; 
 
 My steadfast heart shall know no fear ; 
 That heart will rest on thee. 
 
 186 
 
 C. M, d. Psalm Il6. I. WATT 
 
 What shall I render to my God, 
 
 For all his kindness shown ? 
 My feet shall visit thine abode, 
 
 My songs address thy throne. 
 
 2 Among the saints that fill thine house, 
 My offering shall be paid ; 
 
 There shall my zeal perform the vows, 
 My soul in anguish made. 
 
 3 How much is mercy thy delight, 
 Thou ever-blessed God ! 
 
 How dear thy servants in thy sight ! 
 How precious is their blood ! 
 
 4 How happy all thy servants are ! 
 How great thy grace to me ! 
 
 My life, which thou hast made thy care, 
 Lord, I devote to thee. 
 
ATTRIBUTES. 115 
 
 lO I cm. Continued Help. j. addisox. 
 
 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 needless 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 '11 pursue ; 
 
 And after death, in distant worlds, 
 The glorious theme renew. 
 
 6 Through all eternity, to thee 
 A joyful song I '11 raise : 
 
 For, oh, eternity 's too short 
 To utter all thy praise ! 
 
 lOO l m. Omniscience. — Ps. 139. 1. watts. 
 
 Lord ! thou hast searched and seen me thrO'; 
 Thine eye commands, with piercing view, 
 My rising and my resting hours, 
 My heart and flesh, with all their powers. 
 
118 GOD : THE FATHER. 
 
 2 My thoughts, before they are my own, 
 Are to my God distinctly known ; 
 
 He knows the words I mean to speak, 
 Ere from my opening lips they break. 
 
 3 Within thy circling power I stand; 
 On every side I find thy hand ; 
 Awake, asleep, at home, abroad, 
 
 1 am surrounded still with God. 
 
 4 Amazing knowledge, vast and great ! 
 What large extent ! what lofty height ! 
 My soul, with all the powers I boast, 
 Is in the boundless prospect lost. 
 
 5 Oh, may these thoughts possess my breast, 
 Where'er I rove, where'er I rest ; 
 
 Nor let my weaker passions dare 
 Consent to sin, for God is there. 
 
 1 0<l/ L. M. Faithfulness. I. watts. 
 
 Oh, for a strong, a lasting faith 
 To credit what the Almighty saith ! 
 To embrace the message of his Son ! 
 And call the joys of heaven our own ! 
 
 2 Then, should the earth's old pillars shake, 
 And all the wheels of nature break, 
 
 Our steady souls should fear no more 
 Than solid rocks when billows roar. 
 
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 L. m. Unsearchableness. e. SCO 
 
 What finite power, with ceaseless toil, 
 
 Can fathom the eternal Mind? 
 Or who the almighty Three in One 
 
 By searching, to perfection find ? 
 
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 2 Angels and men in vain may raise, 
 Harmonious their adoring songs ; 
 
 The laboring thought sinks down, opprest. 
 And praises die upon their tongues. 
 
 3 Yet would I lift my trembling voice 
 A portion of his ways to sing ; 
 
 And mingling with his meanest works, 
 My humble, grateful tribute bring. 
 
 J. U JL l. m. Omnipresence. o. w. holmes. 
 
 Lord of all being ; throned afar, 
 Thy glory flames from sun and star ; 
 Centre and soul of every sphere, 
 Yet to each loving heart how near ! 
 
 2 Sun of our life, thy quickening ray 
 Sheds on our path the glow of day ; 
 Star of our hope, thy softened light 
 Cheers the long watches of the night. 
 
 3 Our midnight is thy smile withdrawn ; 
 Our noontide is thy gracious dawn ; 
 Our rainbow arch thy mercy's sign; 
 All, save the clouds of sin, are thine ! 
 
 4 Lord of all life, below, above, 
 
 Whose light is truth, whose warmth is love, 
 Before thy ever-blazing throne 
 We ask no lustre of our own. 
 
 5 Grant us thy truth to make us free, 
 And kindling hearts that burn for thee, 
 Till all thy living altars claim 
 
 One holy light, one heavenly flame ! 
 
118 GOD: THE FATHER. 
 
 ±t) Li l. m. Providence. a. Steele. 
 
 Lord, how mysterious are thy ways ! 
 How blind are we, how mean our praise ! 
 Thy steps no mortal eyes explore ; 
 'T is ours to wonder and adore. 
 
 2 Great God ! I do not ask to see 
 What in futurity shall be ; 
 
 Let light and bliss attend my days, 
 And then my future hours be praise. 
 
 3 Are darkness and distress my share ? 
 Give me to trust thy guardian care ; 
 Enough for me, if love divine 
 
 At length through every cloud shall shine. 
 
 4 Yet this my soul desires to know, 
 Be this my only wish below ; 
 
 That Christ is mine ! — this great request, 
 Grant, bounteous God, and I am blest. 
 
 lt/O l M. Sovereignty. ray palmer. 
 
 Lord, my weak thought in vain would climb 
 
 To search the starry vault profound ; 
 In vain would wing her flight sublime, 
 
 To find creation's outmost bound. 
 
 2 But weaker yet that thought must prove 
 To search thy great eternal plan, — 
 
 Thy sovereign counsels, born of love 
 Long ages ere the world began. 
 
 3 When my dim reason would demand 
 Why that, or this, thou dost ordain, 
 
 By some vast deep I seem to stand, 
 Whose secrets I must ask in vain. 
 
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 4 When doubts disturb my troubled breast, 
 And all is dark as night to me, 
 
 Here, as on solid rock, I rest ; 
 That so it seemeth good to thee. 
 
 5 Be this my joy, that evermore 
 Thou rulest all things at thy will : 
 
 Thy sovereign wisdom I adore, 
 
 And calmly, sweetly, trust thee still. 
 
 ■ltyTC c. m. Power. h. k. white. 
 
 The Lord, our God, is full of might, 
 
 The winds obey his will ; 
 He speaks, — and, in his heavenly height, 
 The rolling sun stands still. 
 
 2 Rebel, ye waves, and o'er the land 
 With threat'ning aspect roar ; 
 
 The Lord uplifts his awful hand, 
 And chains you to the shore. 
 
 3 Howl, winds of night, your force combine ; 
 Without his high behest, 
 
 Ye shall not, in the mountain pine, 
 Disturb the sparrow's nest. 
 
 4 His voice sublime is heard afar, 
 In distant peals it dies ; 
 
 He yokes the whirlwind to his car, 
 And sweeps the howling skies. 
 
 Ye nations, bend — in reverence bend ; 
 
 Ye monarchs, wait his nod, 
 And bid the choral song ascend 
 
 To celebrate your God. 
 
120 GOD: THE FATHER. 
 
 LtjQ cm. Providence. i. watts. 
 
 Keep silence, all created things ! 
 
 And wait your Maker's nod ; 
 My soul stands trembling, while she sings 
 
 The honors of her God. 
 
 2 Life, death, and hell, and worlds unknown, 
 Hang on his firm decree ; 
 
 He sits on no precarious throne 
 Nor borrows leave to be. 
 
 3 His providence unfolds the book, 
 And makes his counsels shine ; 
 
 Each opening leaf, and every stroke, 
 Fulfills some deep design. 
 
 4 My God ! I would not long to see 
 My fate, with curious eyes — 
 
 What gloomy lines are writ for me, 
 Or what bright scenes may rise. 
 
 5 In thy fair book of life and grace, 
 Oh, may I find my name 
 
 Recorded in some humble place, 
 Beneath my Lord, the Lamb. 
 
 lt/U c. m. Nature and Grace. i. watts. 
 
 Father ! how wide thy glory shines ! 
 
 How high thy wonders rise ! 
 Known through the earth by thousand signs, 
 
 By thousand through the skies. 
 
 2 Those mighty orbs proclaim thy power, 
 Their motions speak thy skill ; 
 
 And on the wings of every hour, 
 We read thy patience still. 
 
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 3 But, when we view thy strange design 
 To save rebellious worms, 
 
 Where vengeance and compassion join 
 In their divinest forms, — 
 
 4 Here the whole Deity is known ; 
 Xor dares a creature guess 
 
 Which of the glories brightest shone, 
 The justice, or the grace. 
 
 5 Now the full glories of the Lamb 
 Adorn the heavenly plains ; 
 
 Bright seraphs learn Immanuel's name, 
 And try their choicest strains. 
 
 6 Oh, may I bear some humble part, 
 In that immortal song; 
 
 Wonder and joy shall tune my heart, 
 And love command my tongue. 
 
 lyl c. M. Goodness. — Ps. 145. 1. watts. 
 
 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 mouth with good. 
 
122 GOD: THE FATHER. 
 
 4 How kind are thy compassions, Lord ! 
 
 How slow thine anger moves ! 
 But soon he sends his pardoning word 
 
 To cheer the souls he loves. 
 
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 In Nature. a. Steele. 
 
 Lord, when my raptured thought surveys 
 
 Creation's beauties o'er, 
 All nature joins to teach thy praise, 
 
 And bid my soul adore. 
 
 2 Where'er I turn my gazing eyes, 
 Thy radiant footsteps shine ; 
 
 Ten thousand pleasing wonders rise, 
 And speak their source divine. 
 
 3 On me thy providence has shone 
 With gentle smiling rays ; 
 
 Oh, let my lips and life make known 
 Thy goodness and thy praise. 
 
 4 All-bounteous Lord, thy grace impart ! 
 Oh, teach me to improve 
 
 Thy gifts with humble, grateful heart, 
 And crown them with thy love. 
 
 lrJtJC. m. Love. g. burder. 
 
 Come, ye that know and fear the Lord 
 
 And raise your thoughts above : 
 Let every heart and voice accord, 
 
 To sing that " God is love." 
 
 2 This precious truth his word declares, 
 
 And all his mercies prove ; 
 Jesus, the gift of gifts, appears, 
 
 To show that " God is love." 
 
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 3 Behold his patience, bearing long 
 With those who from him rove ; 
 
 Till mighty grace their hearts subdues, 
 To teach them — " God is love." 
 
 4 Oh, may we all, while here below, 
 This best of blessings prove ; 
 
 Till warmer hearts, in brighter worlds, 
 Proclaim that " God is love." 
 
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 c. M. Omnipresence. — Ps. 139. 1. watts. 
 
 In all my vast concerns with thee 
 
 In vain my soul would try 
 To shun thy presence, Lord ! or flee 
 
 The notice of thine eye. 
 
 2 Thine all-surrounding sight surveys 
 My rising and my rest, 
 
 My public walks, my private ways, 
 And secrets of my breast. 
 
 3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord, 
 Before they 're formed within ; 
 
 And, ere my lips pronounce the word, 
 He knows the sense I mean. 
 
 4 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. 
 
124 GOD: THE FATHER. 
 
 Zi\J JL c. m. In Nature. j. keble. 
 
 There is a book that all may read, 
 
 Which heavenly truth imparts, 
 And all the lore its scholars need, 
 
 Pure eyes and Christian hearts. 
 
 2 The works of God above, below, 
 Within us and around, 
 
 Are pages in that book, to show 
 How God himself is found. 
 
 3 The glorious sky, embracing all, 
 Is like the Maker's love, 
 
 Wherewith encompassed, great and small 
 In peace and order move. 
 
 4 The dew of heaven is like thy grace, 
 It steals in silence down ; 
 
 But where it lights, the favored place 
 By richest fruits is known. 
 
 5 Thou, who hast given me eyes to see, 
 And love this sight so fair, 
 
 Give me a heart to find out thee, 
 And read thee everywhere. 
 
 c. m. Omniscience. — Ps. 139. 1. watts. 
 
 Lord ! where shall guilty souls retire, 
 
 Forgotten and unknown ? 
 In hell they meet thy dreadful fire — 
 
 In heaven thy glorious throne. 
 
 2 If, winged with beams of morning light, 
 
 I fly beyond the west, 
 Thy hand, which must support my flight, 
 
 Would soon betray my rest. 
 
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 3 If, o'er my sins, I think to draw 
 The curtains of the night, 
 
 Those flaming eyes, that guard thy law, 
 Would turn the shades to light. 
 
 4 The beams of noon, the midnight hour, 
 Are both alike to thee : 
 
 Oh, may I ne'er provoke that power, 
 From which I cannot flee. 
 
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 " Te Deuvt." tate — brady. 
 
 O God ! we praise thee, and confess 
 
 That thou the only Lord 
 And everlasting Father art, 
 
 By all the earth adored. 
 
 2 To thee all angels cry aloud ; 
 To thee the powers on high, 
 
 Both cherubim and seraphim, 
 Continually do cry : — 
 
 3 O holy, holy, holy Lord, 
 Whom heavenly hosts obey, 
 
 The world is with the glory filled 
 Of thy majestic sway ! 
 
 4 The apostles' glorious company, 
 And prophets crowned with light, 
 
 With all the martyrs' noble host, 
 Thy constant praise recite. 
 
 5 The holy church throughout the world, 
 O Lord, confesses thee, 
 
 That thou the eternal Father art, 
 Of boundless majesty. 
 
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 Jj\J^t c. m. Eternity. i. watts. 
 
 Great God ! how infinite art thou ! 
 
 What worthless worms are we ! 
 Let the whole race of creatures bow, 
 
 And pay their praise to thee. 
 
 2 Thy throne eternal ages stood, 
 p 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. 
 
 j£\jD c. m. d. Perfections. i. watts. 
 
 I sing the almighty power of God, 
 
 That made the mountains rise, 
 That spread the flowing seas abroad, 
 
 And built the lofty skies. 
 I sing the wisdom that ordained 
 
 The sun to rule the day ; 
 The moon shines full at his command, 
 
 And all the stars obey. 
 
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 2 I sing the goodness of the Lord, 
 That filled the earth with food ; 
 
 He formed the creatures with his word, 
 And then pronounced them good. 
 
 Lord ! how thy wonders are displayed 
 Where'er I turn mine eye ! 
 
 If I survey the ground I tread, 
 Or gaze upon the sky ! 
 
 3 There 's not a plant or flower below 
 But makes thy glories known ; 
 
 And clouds arise and tempests blow 
 
 By order from thy throne. 
 Creatures that borrow life from thee 
 
 Are subject to thy care ; 
 There 's not a place where we can flee, 
 
 But God is present there. 
 
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 c. m. d. Mystery. j. fawcett. 
 
 Thy way, O Lord, is in the sea; 
 
 Thy paths I cannot trace, 
 Nor comprehend the mystery 
 
 Of thine unbounded grace. 
 As, through a glass, I dimly see 
 
 The wonders of thy love ; 
 How little do I know of thee, 
 
 Or of the joys above ! 
 
 2 'T is but in part I know thy will ; 
 
 I bless thee for the sight : 
 When will thy love the rest reveal, 
 
 In glory's clearer light ? 
 With rapture shall I then survey 
 
 Thy providence and grace ; 
 And spend an everlasting day 
 
 In wonder, love, and praise. 
 
123 GOD: THE FATHER. 
 
 £\j i c. m. d. Om?iiscience. — Ps. 139. j. Thompson. 
 Jehovah God! thy gracious power 
 
 On every hand we see ; 
 Oh, may the blessings of each hour 
 
 Lead all our thoughts to thee. 
 Thy power is in the ocean deeps, 
 
 And reaches to the skies ; 
 Thine eye of mercy never sleeps, 
 
 Thy goodness never dies. 
 
 2 From morn till noon, till latest eve, 
 
 The hand of God we see ; 
 And all the blessings we receive, 
 
 Ceaseless proceed from thee. 
 In all the varying scenes of time, 
 
 On thee our hopes depend; 
 In every age, in every clime, 
 
 Our Father and our Friend. 
 
 — UO c. m. Faithfulness. 1. watts. 
 
 Begix, my tongue, some heavenly theme, 
 
 And speak some boundless thing ; 
 The mighty works or mightier name 
 
 Of our eternal King. 
 
 2 Tell of his wondrous faithfulness, 
 And sound his power abroad ; 
 
 Sing the sweet promise of his grace, 
 And the performing God. 
 
 3 His very word of grace is strong. 
 As that which built the skies ; 
 
 The voice that rolls the stars along, 
 Speaks all the promises. 
 
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 4 Oh, might I hear thy heavenly tongue 
 But whisper, " Thou art mine ! " 
 
 Those gentle words should raise my song 
 To notes almost divine. 
 
 ZUt/ c. m. Providence. w. cowper. 
 
 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. 
 
 3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ! 
 The clouds ye so much dread 
 
 Are big with mercy, and will break 
 In blessings on your head. 
 
 4 J u dg e not t ne Lord by feeble sense, 
 But trust him for his grace ; 
 
 Behind a frowning providence 
 He hides a smiling face. 
 
 5 His purposes will ripen fast, 
 Unfolding every hour ; 
 
 The bud may have a bitter taste, 
 But sweet will be the flower. 
 
 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err, 
 And scan his work in vain ; 
 
 God is his own interpreter, 
 And he will make it plain. 
 
130 GOD: THE FATHER. 
 
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 211 
 
 c. m. Holiness. j. needham. 
 
 Holy and reverend is the name 
 
 Of our eternal King, 
 Thrice holy Lord ! the angels cry ; 
 
 Thrice holy ! let us sing. 
 
 2 The deepest reverence of the mind, 
 Pay, O my soul ! to God ; 
 
 Lift with thy hands a holy heart 
 To his sublime abode. 
 
 3 With sacred awe pronounce his name, 
 Whom words nor thoughts can reach ; 
 
 A broken heart shall please him more 
 Than the best forms of speech. 
 
 4 Thou holy God ! preserve our souls 
 From all pollution free ; 
 
 The pure in heart are thy delight, 
 And they thy face shall see. 
 
 8s, 7s, d. Holiness. n. mant. 
 
 Lord, thy glory fills the heaven ; 
 
 Earth is with its fullness stored ; 
 Unto thee be glory given, 
 
 Holy, holy, holy Lord ! 
 Heaven is still with anthems ringing; 
 
 Earth takes up the angels' cry, 
 Holy, holy, holy, singing, 
 
 Lord of hosts, thou Lord most high. 
 2 Ever thus in God's high praises, 
 
 Brethren, let our tongues unite, 
 While our thoughts his greatness raises, 
 
 And our love his gifts excite : 
 With his seraph train before him, 
 
 With his holy church below, 
 Thus unite we to adore him, 
 
 Bid we thus our anthem flow. 
 
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 3 Lord, thy glory fills the heaven, 
 
 Earth is with its fullness stored ; 
 Unto thee be glory given, 
 
 Holy, holy, holy Lord ! 
 Thus thy glorious name confessing, 
 
 We adopt the angels' cry, 
 Holy, holy, holy, blessing 
 
 Thee, the Lord our God most high ! 
 
 8s, 7s, d. Grace. f. s. key. 
 
 Lord, with glowing heart I 'd praise thee 
 
 For the bliss thy love bestows ; 
 For the pardoning grace that saves me, 
 
 And the peace that from it flows : 
 Help, O God, my weak endeavor ; 
 
 This dull soul to rapture raise ; 
 Thou must light the flame, or never 
 
 Can my soul be warmed to praise. 
 
 2 Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee, 
 Wretched wanderer, far astray ; 
 
 Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee 
 
 From the paths of death away ; 
 Praise, with love's devoutest feeling, 
 
 Him who saw thy guilt-born fear, 
 And, the light of hope revealing, 
 
 Bade the blood-stained cross appear. 
 
 3 Lord, this bosom's ardent feeling 
 Vainly would my lips express : 
 
 Low before thy footstool kneeling, 
 Deign thy suppliant's prayer to bless ; 
 
 Let thy grace, my soul's chief treasure, 
 Love's pure flame within me raise ; 
 
 And, since words can never measure, 
 Let my life show forth thy praise. 
 
132 GOD: THE FATHER. 
 
 ZtVO 8s, 7s. Perfections. R. MAN! 
 
 God, my King, thy might confessing, 
 
 Ever will I bless thy name ; 
 Day by day thy throne addressing, 
 
 Still will I thy praise proclaim. 
 
 2 Nor shall fail from memory's treasure, 
 Works by love and mercy wrought — 
 
 Works of love surpassing measure, 
 Works of mercy passing thought. 
 
 3 Full of kindness and compassion, 
 Slow of anger, vast in love, 
 
 God is good to all creation; 
 All his works his goodness prove. 
 
 4 All thy works, O Lord, shall bless thee, 
 Thee shall all thy saints adore ; 
 
 King supreme shall they confess thee, 
 And proclaim thy sovereign power. 
 
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 8s, 7s. Mercy. f. w. faber. 
 
 There 's a wideness in God's mercy, 
 
 Like the wideness of the sea ; 
 There 's a kindness in his justice, 
 
 Which is more than liberty. 
 
 2 There is welcome for the sinner, 
 And more graces for the good ; 
 
 There is mercy with the Saviour ; 
 There is healing in his blood. 
 
 3 For the love of God is broader 
 Than the measure of man's mind ; 
 
 And the heart of the Eternal 
 Is most wonderfully kind. 
 
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 4 If our love were but more simple, 
 We should take him at his word ; 
 
 And our lives would be all sunshine 
 In the sweetness of our Lord. 
 
 A LO p. m. "A Mighty Fortress" f. h. hedge, tr. 
 A mighty fortress is our God, 
 
 A bulwark never failing : 
 Our Helper he, amid the flood 
 
 Of mortal ills prevailing. 
 For still our ancient foe 
 Doth seek to work his woe ; 
 His craft and power are great, 
 And armed with cruel hate, 
 
 On earth is not his equal. 
 
 2 Did we in our own strength confide, 
 Our striving would be losing; 
 
 Were not the right man on our side, 
 The man of God's own choosing. 
 
 Dost ask who that may be ? 
 
 Christ Jesus, it is he; 
 
 Lord Sabaoth is his name, 
 
 From age to age the same, 
 And he must win the battle. 
 
 3 And though this world, with devils filled, 
 Should threaten to undo us ; 
 
 We will not fear, for God hath willed 
 His truth to triumph through us. 
 
 The prince of darkness grim, — 
 
 We tremble not for him ; 
 
 His rage we can endure, 
 
 For lo ! his doom is sure, — 
 One little word shall fell him ! 
 
134 . GOD: THE FATHER. 
 
 4 That word above all earthly powers — 
 No thanks to them — abideth ; 
 
 The Spirit and the gifts are ours 
 Through him who with us sideth. 
 
 Let goods and kindred go, 
 
 This mortal life also : 
 
 The body they may kill : 
 
 God's truth abideth still, 
 His kingdom is for ever. 
 
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 217 p. 
 
 p. m. " God Alone." h. w. baker. 
 
 Rejoice to-day with one accord, 
 
 Sing out with exultation ; 
 Rejoice and praise our mighty Lord, 
 
 Whose arm hath brought salvation ; 
 His works of love proclaim 
 The greatness of his name; 
 For he is God alone, 
 Who hath his mercy shown ; 
 
 Let all his saints adore him. 
 
 2 When in distress to him we cried ; 
 
 He heard our sad complaining ; 
 Oh, trust in him, whate'er betide, 
 
 His love is all-sustaining ; 
 Triumphant songs of praise 
 To him our hearts shall raise ; 
 Now every voice shall say, 
 " Oh, praise our God alway ; " 
 
 Let all his saints adore him. 
 
 Bounteous Care. c. winkworth, t?\ 
 
 Now thank we all our God, 
 
 With heart, and hands, and voices, 
 
 W T ho wondrous things hath done, 
 In whom the world rejoices ; 
 
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 Who from our mothers' arms 
 
 Hath blessed us on our way 
 With countless gifts of love, 
 
 And still is ours to-day. 
 
 2 Oh, may this bounteous God 
 
 Through all our life be near us, 
 With ever joyful hearts 
 
 And blessed peace to cheer us ; 
 To keep us in his grace, 
 
 And guide us when perplexed, 
 And free us from all ills 
 
 In this world and the next. 
 
 m. Eternity. c. winkworth, ir. 
 
 O thou essential Word, 
 
 Who wast from everlasting 
 With God, for thou wast God; 
 
 On thee our burden casting, 
 O Saviour of our race, 
 
 Welcome indeed thou art, 
 Redeemer, Fount of Grace, 
 
 To this my longing heart. 
 
 2 Come, self-existent Word, 
 
 And speak thou in my spirit ; 
 The soul where thou art heard, 
 
 Doth endless peace inherit. 
 Thou Light that lightenest all, 
 
 Abide through faith in me, 
 Nor let me from thee fall, 
 
 Nor seek a guide but thee. 
 
 . m. Beneficence. a. t. pierson. 
 
 To thee, O God, we raise 
 
 Our voice in choral singing; 
 We come with prayer and praise, 
 
 Our hearts' oblations bringing ; 
 
136 GOD: THE FATHER. 
 
 Thou art our fathers' God, 
 
 And ever shalt be ours ; 
 Our lips and lives shall laud 
 
 Thy name, with all our powers. 
 
 2 Thy goodness, like the dew 
 On Hermon's hill descending, 
 
 Is every morning new, 
 
 And tells of love unending. 
 
 We bless thy tender care 
 That led our wayward feet, 
 
 Past every fatal snare, 
 
 To streams and pastures sweet. 
 
 3 We bless thy Son, who bore 
 The cross, for sinners dying; 
 
 Thy Spirit we adore, 
 
 The precious blood applying. 
 
 Let work and worship send 
 Their incense unto thee ; 
 
 Till song and service blend, 
 Beside the crystal sea. 
 
 Zi£\j js, d. The Trinity. h. bonar. 
 
 Holy Father, hear my cry; 
 
 Holy Saviour, bend thine ear ; 
 Holy Spirit, come thou nigh : 
 
 Father, Saviour, Spirit, hear ! 
 Father, save me from my sin; 
 
 Saviour, I thy mercy crave ; 
 Gracious Spirit, make me clean : 
 
 Father, Son, and Spirit, save ! 
 
 2 Father, let me taste thy love ; 
 
 Saviour, fill my soul with peace ; 
 Spirit, come my heart to move : 
 
 Father, Son, and Spirit, bless ! 
 
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 Father, Son, and Spirit — thou 
 
 One Jehovah, shed abroad 
 All thy grace within me now ; 
 
 Be my Father and my God ! 
 
 7s, d. "Holy, Holy, Holy,'* j. Montgomery. 
 
 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 sung with sweet accord, 
 Holy, holy, holy Lord ! 
 
 2 Holy, holy, holy ! thee, 
 
 One Jehovah evermore, 
 Father, Son, and Spirit ! we, 
 
 Dust and ashes, would adore : 
 Lightly by the world esteemed, 
 From that world by thee redeemed, 
 Sing we here with glad accord, 
 Holy, holy, holy Lord ! 
 
 3 Holy, holy, holy ! all 
 
 Heaven's triumphant choir shall sing, 
 While the ransomed nations fall 
 
 At the footstool of their King : 
 Then shall saints and seraphim, 
 Harps and voices, swell one hymn, 
 Blending in sublime accord, 
 Holy, holy, holy Lord ! 
 
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 7s, d. Divine Presence. r. grant. 
 
 Lord of earth ! thy forming hand 
 Well this beauteous frame hath planned ; 
 Woods that wave, and hills that tower, 
 Ocean rolling in his 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 ; 
 There in love's unclouded reign 
 Parted hands 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 ? 
 
 6s, 4s. " One in Three" c. WESLEY. 
 
 COME, thou almighty King, 
 Help us thy name to sing, 
 
 Help us to praise : 
 Father ! all-glorious, 
 O'er all victorious, 
 Come, and reign over us, 
 
 Ancient of Days ! 
 
 2 Come, thou incarnate Word, 
 Gird on thy mighty sword; 
 
 Our prayer attend ; 
 Come, and thy people bless, 
 And give thy word success — 
 Spirit of Holiness ! 
 
 On us descend. 
 
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 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. 
 
 ;, 6s, d. ii Skow Mercy." — Ps. 67. 
 O God, to us show mercy, 
 
 And bless us in thy grace; 
 Cause thou to shine upon us 
 
 The brightness of thy face : 
 That so throughout all nations' 
 
 Thy way may be well known, 
 And unto every people 
 
 Thy saving health be shown. 
 
 2 O God, let people praise thee, 
 
 .Let all the people praise ; 
 Oh, let the nations joyful 
 
 Their songs of gladness raise : 
 For thou shalt judge the people 
 
 In truth and righteousness ; 
 And on the earth all nations 
 
 Shall thy just rule confess. 
 
1^0 GOD : THE FATHER. 
 
 3 O God, let people praise thee ; 
 
 Thy praises let them sing ; 
 And then in rich abundance 
 
 The earth her fruit shall bring : 
 The Lord our God shall bless us, 
 
 God shall his blessing send; 
 And people all shall fear him 
 
 To earth's remotest end. 
 
 — — O 8s, 7s. Wisdom and Love. j. bowring. 
 
 God is love ; his mercy brightens 
 All the path in which we rove ; 
 Bliss he wakes and woe he lightens ; 
 God is wisdom, God is love. 
 
 2 Chance and change are busy ever ; 
 Man decays and ages move ; 
 
 But his mercy waneth never; 
 God is wisdom, God is love. 
 
 3 Ev'n the hour that darkest seemeth, 
 Will his changeless goodness prove; 
 
 From the gloom his brightness streameth ; 
 God is wisdom, God is love. 
 
 4 He with earthly cares entwineth 
 Hope and comfort from above ; 
 
 Everywhere his glory shineth ; 
 God is wisdom, God is love. 
 
 ~ — O l. m. The Trinity. h. W. baker. 
 
 Blest Trinity! from mortal sight 
 Vailed in thine own eternal light ! 
 We thee confess, in thee believe ; 
 To thee with loving hearts we cleave. 
 
ATTRIBUTES. 141 
 
 2 O Father ! thou Most Holy One ! 
 O God of God ! Eternal Son ! 
 
 * O Holy Ghost ! thou Love Divine ! 
 To join them both is ever thine. 
 
 3 The Father is in God the Son, 
 And with the Father he is one ; 
 In both the Spirit doth abide, 
 And with them both is glorified. 
 
 4 Eternal Father ! thee we praise ; 
 To thee, O Son ! our hymns we raise ; 
 O Holy Ghost ! we thee adore ! 
 
 One mighty God for evermore. 
 
 £u ( c. M. 61. Omnipresence. j. conder. 
 
 Beyond, beyond the boundless sea, 
 
 Above that dome of sky, 
 Further than thought itself can flee, 
 
 Thy dwelling is on high : 
 Yet dear the awful thought to me, 
 
 That thou, my God ! art nigh : — 
 
 2 Art nigh, and yet my laboring mind 
 Feels after thee in vain — 
 
 Thee in these works of power to find, 
 
 Or to thy seat attain ; 
 Thy messenger — the stormy wind ; 
 
 Thy path — the trackless main. 
 
 3 These speak of thee with loud acclaim ; 
 They thunder forth thy praise — 
 
 The glorious honor of thy name, 
 
 The wonders of thy ways ; 
 But thou art not in tempest-flame. 
 
 Nor in the noon-day blaze. 
 
142 god: the father. 
 
 4 We hear thy voice, when thunders roll 
 Through the wide fields of air : 
 
 The waves obey thy dread control; 
 
 Yet still thou art not there : 
 Where shall I find him, O my soul ! 
 
 Who yet is everywhere ? 
 
 5 Oh, not in circling depth or height, 
 But in the conscious breast, 
 
 Present to faith, though vailed from sight, 
 
 There doth his Spirit rest : 
 Oh, come, thou Presence infinite ! 
 
 And make thy creature blest. 
 
 228 
 
 l. if. Goodness. p. doddridge. 
 
 Triumphant Lord, thy goodness reigns 
 Through all the wide celestial plains ; 
 And its full streams unceasing flow 
 Down to the abodes of men below. 
 
 2 Through nature's work its glories shine ; 
 The cares of providence are thine ; 
 
 And grace erects our ruined frame 
 A fairer temple to thy name. 
 
 3 Oh, give to every human heart 
 
 To taste, and feel how good thou art ; 
 With grateful love and reverent fear, 
 To know how blest thy children are* 
 
 229 
 
 .. M. Glory. T. BLACKLOCK, 
 
 Come, O my soul ! in sacred lays 
 Attempt thy great Creator's praise : 
 But, oh, what tongue can speak his fame ? 
 What mortal verse can reach the theme ? 
 
ATTRIBUTES. 143 
 
 2 Enthroned amid the radiant spheres, 
 He glory like a garment wears ; 
 
 To form a robe of light divine, 
 
 Ten thousand suns around him shine. 
 
 3 In all our Maker's grand designs, 
 Almighty power with wisdom shines ; 
 His works thro' all this wondrous frame, 
 Declare the glory of his name. 
 
 4 Raised on devotion's lofty wing, 
 Do thou, my soul, his glories sing ; 
 And let his praise employ thy tongue, 
 Till listening worlds shall join the song ! 
 
 230 
 
 T/te Trinity. i. w/ 
 
 We give immortal praise 
 
 For God the Father's love, 
 For all our comforts here, 
 
 And better hopes above : 
 He sent his own eternal Son 
 To die for sins that we had done. 
 
 2 To God the Son belongs 
 Immortal glory too, 
 
 Who bought us with his blood 
 
 From everlasting woe : 
 And now he lives, and now he reigns, 
 And sees the fruit of all his pains. 
 
 3 To God the Spirit's name 
 Immortal worship give, 
 
 Whose new-creating power 
 
 Makes the dead sinner live : 
 His work completes the great design, 
 And fills the soul with joy divine. 
 
144 GOD: THE FATHER. 
 
 4 Almighty God ! to thee 
 
 Be endless honors done, 
 The undivided Three, 
 
 The great and glorious One : 
 Where reason fails, with all her powers, 
 There faith prevails, and love adores. 
 
 231 
 
 Majesty. — Ps. 18. t. sternhold. 
 
 The Lord descended from above, 
 And bowed the heavens most high : 
 
 And underneath his feet he cast 
 The darkness of the sky. 
 
 2 On cherub and on cherubim, 
 Full royally he rode ; 
 
 And on the wings of mighty winds 
 Came flying all abroad. 
 
 3 He sat serene upon the floods, 
 Their fury to restrain ; 
 
 And he, as sovereign Lord and King, 
 For evermore shall reign. 
 
 4 The Lord will give his people strength, 
 Whereby they shall increase ; 
 
 And he will bless his chosen flock 
 With everlasting peace. 
 
 5 Give glory to his awful name, 
 And honor him alone ; 
 
 Give worship to his majesty, 
 Upon his holy throne. 
 
232 
 
 ATTRIBUTES. 145 
 
 H. M. Love. J. YOUNG. 
 
 Oh, for a shout of joy, 
 
 Worthy the theme we sing; 
 To this divine employ 
 
 Our hearts and voices bring ; 
 Sound, sound, thro' all the earth abroad, 
 The love, the eternal love of God. 
 
 2 Unnumbered myriads stand, 
 Of seraphs bright and fair, 
 
 Or bow at thy right hand, 
 
 And pay their homage there ; 
 But strive in vain with loudest chord, 
 To sound thy wondrous love, O Lord. 
 
 3 Yet sinners saved by grace, 
 In songs of lower key, 
 
 In every age and place, 
 
 Have sung the mystery, — 
 Have told in strains of sweet accord, 
 Thy love, thy sovereign love, O Lord. 
 
 4 Though earth and hell assail, 
 And doubts and fears arise, 
 
 The weakest shall prevail, 
 
 And grasp the heavenly prize, 
 And through an endless age record 
 Thy love, thy changeless love, O Lord. 
 
 £dO l. m. Grace. — Ps. 138. 1. watt 
 
 With all my powers of heart and tongue 
 I '11 praise my Maker in my song : 
 Angels shall hear the notes I raise, 
 Approve the song, and join the praise. 
 10 
 
146 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 2 I '11 sing thy truth and mercy, Lord ; 
 I '11 sing the wonders of thy word ; 
 Not all the works and names below, 
 So much thy power and glory show. 
 
 3 To God I cried when troubles rose ; 
 He heard me, and subdued my foes ; 
 He did my rising fears control, 
 
 And strength diffused thro' all my soul. 
 
 4 Amidst a thousand snares I stand, 
 Upheld and guarded by thy hand ; 
 Thy words my fainting soul revive, 
 And keep my dying faith alive. 
 
 5 Grace will complete what grace begins, 
 To save from sorrows and from sins ; 
 The work that wisdom undertakes, 
 Eternal mercy ne'er forsakes. 
 
 ^•Jt 8s, 7s. " Those Holy Voices." J. cawood. 
 
 Hark ! what mean those holy voices, 
 
 Sweetly warbling in the skies ? 
 Sure, the angelic hosts rejoices — 
 
 Loudest hallelujahs rise. 
 
 2 Listen to the wondrous story, 
 Which they chant in hymns of joy ; — 
 
 " Glory in the highest, glory ; 
 Glory be to God most high ! 
 
 3 " Peace on earth, good-will from heaven, 
 Reaching far as man is found ; 
 
 Souls redeemed, and sins forgiven ; — 
 Loud our golden harps shall sound. 
 
INCARNATION AND BIRTH. 147 
 
 4 " Christ is born, the great Anointed; 
 Heaven and earth his glory sing : 
 
 Glad, receive whom God appointed, 
 For your Prophet, Priest, and King. 
 
 5 " Hasten, mortals ! to adore him, 
 Learn his name and taste his joy ; 
 
 Till in heaven you sing before him, — 
 Glory be to God most high ! " 
 
 6 Let us learn the wondrous story 
 Of our great Redeemer's birth, 
 
 Spread the brightness of his glory, 
 Till it cover all the earth. 
 
 £ DO p. m. The Heavenly Host. f. w. faber. 
 
 Hark ! hark, my soul ; angelic songs are swelling 
 O'er earth's green fields and ocean's wave-beat 
 shore : 
 
 How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling 
 Of that new life when sin shall be no more. 
 
 Cho. — Angels of Jesus, Angels of light, 
 
 Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night. 
 
 2 Onward we go, for still we hear them singing, 
 
 " Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come : " 
 And, through the dark its echoes sweetly ringing, 
 The music of the gospel leads us home. — Cho. 
 
 3 Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing, 
 The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and sea, 
 
 And laden souls by thousands meekly stealing, 
 
 Kind Shepherd, turn their weary steps to thee. — 
 Cho. 
 
148 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 4 Angels, sing on ! your faithful watches keeping; 
 
 Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above, 
 Till morning's joy shall end the night of weeping, 
 
 And life's long shadows break in cloudless love.— 
 Cho. 
 
 £ O U c. m. Psalm 98. 1. watts. 
 
 Joy to the world, — the Lord is come; 
 
 Let earth receive her King ; 
 Let every heart prepare him room, 
 
 And heaven and nature sing. 
 
 2 Joy to the earth, — the Saviour reigns; 
 Let men their songs employ ; 
 
 While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains, 
 Repeat the sounding joy. 
 
 3 Xo more let sin and sorrow 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. 
 
 Ao \ z. if. Isaiah 9 : 26. J. Morrison. 
 
 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 Counselor, 
 
 The great and mighty Lord ! 
 
INCARNATION AND BIRTH. 149 
 
 3 His power increasing still shall spread, 
 
 His reign no end shall know : 
 Justice shall guard his throne above, 
 
 And peace abound below. 
 
 Z,0\J c. m. Bethlehem Song. tate — brady. 
 
 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 : — 
 
 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 ! " 
 
150 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 ^Ot/ cm. " Glory to God." \v. hurn 
 
 Angels rejoiced and sweetly sung 
 
 At our Redeemer's birth ; 
 Mortals ! awake ; let every tongue 
 Proclaim his matchless worth. 
 
 2 Glory to God, who dwells on high, 
 And sent his only, Son 
 
 To take a servant's form, and die, 
 For evils we had done ! 
 
 3 Good- will to men ; ye fallen race ! 
 Arise, and shout for joy; 
 
 He comes, with rich abounding grace 
 To save and not destroy. 
 
 4 Lord ! send the gracious tidings forth, 
 And fill the world with light, 
 
 That Jew and Gentile, through the earth, 
 May know thy saving might. 
 
 Zi't.\j c. m. Angels' Music. e. h. sears 
 
 Calm on the listening ear of night, 
 
 Come heaven's melodious strains, 
 Where wild Judea stretches far 
 Her silver-mantled plains. 
 
 2 Celestial choirs, 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. 
 
241 
 
 INCARNATION AND BIRTH. 151 
 
 4 O'er the blue depths of Galilee 
 There comes a holier calm, 
 
 And Sharon waves, in solemn praise, 
 Her silent groves of palm. 
 
 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 ! " 
 
 L. m. d. "They Saw the Star." h. k. white. 
 
 When, marshaled on the nightly plain, 
 
 The glittering host bestud the sky, 
 One star alone, of all the train, 
 
 Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. 
 Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks 
 
 From every host, from every gem ; 
 But one alone the Saviour speaks, — 
 
 It is the Star of Bethlehem. 
 
 2 Once on the raging seas I rode, 
 
 The storm was loud, the night was dark, 
 The ocean yawned, and rudely blowed 
 
 The wind that tossed my foundering bark. 
 Deep horror then my vitals froze ; 
 
 Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem ; 
 When suddenly a star arose, 
 
 It was the Star of Bethlehem ! 
 
 3 It was my guide, my light, my all ; 
 It bade my dark forebodings cease, 
 
 And through the storm and danger's thrall 
 
 It led me to the port of peace. 
 Now safely moored, my perils o'er, 
 
 I '11 sing, first in night's diadem, 
 For ever and for evermore, 
 
 The Star, the Star of Bethlehem ! 
 
152 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 £rt£ l. m. " Prince of Salem." t. Campbell. 
 
 When Jordan hushed his waters still, 
 And silence slept on Zion's hill ; 
 When Salem's shepherds thro' the night 
 Watched o'er their flocks by starry light ; 
 
 2 Hark ! from the midnight hills around, 
 A voice of more than mortal sound 
 
 In distant hallelujahs stole, 
 
 Wild murmuring o'er the raptured soul. 
 
 3 On wheels of light, on wings of flame, 
 The glorious hosts to Zion came ; 
 
 High heaven with songs of triumph rung, 
 While thus they struck their harps and sung: 
 
 4 " O Zion ! lift thy raptured eye ; 
 The long-expected hour is nigh : 
 The joys of nature rise again : 
 
 The Prince of Salem comes to reign. 
 
 5 " He comes to cheer the trembling heart, 
 Bids Satan and his host depart ; 
 
 Again the Days tar gilds the gloom, 
 Again the bowers of Eden bloom. " 
 
 6 O Zion ! lift thy raptured eye ; 
 The long-expected hour is nigh; 
 The joys of nature rise again : 
 
 The Prince of Salem comes to reign. 
 
 Z^±0 l. M. The Child Christ. M. LUTHER. 
 
 All praise to thee, eternal Lord, 
 Clothed in a garb of flesh and blood ; 
 Choosing a manger for thy throne, 
 While worlds on worlds are thine alone ! 
 
INCARNATION AND BIRTH. 153 
 
 2 Once did the skies before thee bow ; 
 A virgin's arms contain thee now; 
 Angels, who did in thee rejoice, 
 Now listen for thine infant voice. 
 
 3 A little child, thou art our guest, 
 That weary ones in thee may rest ; 
 Forlorn and lowly is thy birth, 
 
 That we may rise to heaven from earth. 
 
 4 Thou comest in the darksome night 
 To make us children of the light ; 
 
 To make us, in the realms divine, 
 
 Like thine own angels round thee shine. 
 
 5 All this for us thy love hath done ; 
 By this to thee our love is won ; 
 For this we tune our cheerful lays, 
 
 And shout our thanks in ceaseless praise. 
 
 244 
 
 Incarnation. i. watts. 
 
 Before the heavens were spread abroad, 
 
 From everlasting was the Word ; 
 With God he was, the Word was God ! 
 
 And must divinely be adored. 
 
 2 Ere sin was born, or Satan fell, 
 He led the host of morning stars : 
 
 His generation who can tell, 
 
 Or count the number of his years ? 
 
 3 But lo, he leaves those heavenly forms : 
 The Word descends and dwells in clay, 
 
 That he may converse hold with worms, 
 Dressed in such feeble flesh as they. 
 
154 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 4 Mortals with joy behold his face, 
 The eternal Father's only Son : 
 
 How full of truth, how full of grace, 
 When in his eyes the Godhead shone ! 
 
 5 Archangels leave their high abode, 
 To learn new mysteries here, and tell 
 
 The love of our descending God, 
 The glories of Immanuel. 
 
 245 
 
 7s, d. The Nativity. c. wesley. 
 
 Hark ! the herald angels sing 
 " Glory to the new-born King ; 
 Peace on earth, and mercy mild, 
 God and sinners reconciled ! " 
 Joyful, all ye nations, rise, 
 Join the triumph of the skies; 
 With the angelic host proclaim, 
 Christ is born in Bethlehem ! 
 
 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 ! 
 
 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. 
 
246 
 
 INCARNATION AND BIRTH. 155 
 
 7s, d. "The Christ of God" h. bonar. 
 
 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 ! 
 
 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. 
 
 ^4r I us, ios. The Glad Tidings, w. a. muhlenberg. 
 Cho. — Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing; 
 Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King. 
 1 ZlON, 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. 
 Cho. — Shout the glad tidings, etc. 
 
156 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 Cho. — Shout the glad tidings, etc. 
 
 2 Tell how he cometh ; from nation to nation, 
 
 The heart-cheering news let the earth echo round; 
 How free to the faithful he offers salvation ! 
 
 How his people with joy everlasting are crowned ! 
 
 Cho. — Shout the glad tidings, etc. 
 
 Cho. — Shout the glad tidings, etc. 
 
 3 Mortals, your homage be gratefully bringing, 
 And sweet let the gladsome hosanna arise; 
 
 Ye angels, the full hallelujah be singing ; 
 
 One chorus resound through the earth and the skies. 
 
 Cho. — Shout the glad tidings, etc. 
 
 ^tcO c. m. d. " The Age of Gold." e. h. sears. 
 
 It came upon the midnight clear, 
 
 That glorious song of old, 
 From angels bending near the earth 
 
 To touch their harps of gold; 
 " Peace to the earth, good-will to man, 
 
 From heaven's all-gracious King:" 
 The earth in solemn stillness lay, 
 
 To hear the angels sing. 
 
 2 Still through the cloven skies they come, 
 
 With peaceful wings unfurled ; 
 And still celestial music floats 
 
 O'er all the weary world; 
 Above its sad and lowly plains 
 
 They bend on heavenly wing, 
 And ever o'er its Babel sounds, 
 
 The blessed angels sing. 
 
INCARNATION AND BIRTH. 157 
 
 3 O ye, beneath life's crushing load, 
 Whose forms are bending low, 
 
 Who toil along the climbing way, 
 
 With painful steps and slow; — 
 Look up ! for glad and golden hours 
 
 Come swiftly on the wing ; 
 Oh, rest beside the weary road, 
 
 And hear the angels sing ! 
 
 4 For lo ! the days are hastening on, 
 By prophet-bards foretold ! 
 
 When with the ever-circling years 
 
 Comes round the age of gold ! 
 When peace shall over all the earth 
 
 Its final splendors fling, 
 And the whole world send back the song 
 
 Which now the angels sing ! 
 
 249 
 
 7s, d. ' 'A 11 Hail the Morn /" gei 
 
 Hail the night, all hail the morn, 
 When the Prince of Peace was born ! 
 When, amid the wakeful fold, 
 Tidings good the angels told. 
 Now ou* solemn chant we raise 
 Duly to the Saviour's praise ; 
 Now with carol hymns we bless 
 Christ the Lord, our righteousness. 
 
 2 While resounds the joyful cry, 
 " Glory be to God on high, 
 Peace on earth, good-will to men ! " 
 Gladly we respond, " Amen ! " 
 Thus we greet this holy day, 
 Pouring forth our festive lay ; 
 Thus we tell, with saintly mirth, 
 Of Immanuel's wondrous birth. 
 
158 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 ^<J\J us, ios. " Star of the East " r. heber. 
 
 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning ! 
 
 Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid; 
 Star of the East, the horizon adorning, 
 
 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 ! 
 
 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 gold would his favor secure : 
 
 Richer, by far, is the heart's adoration ; 
 Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. 
 
 5 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning ! 
 Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid ; 
 
 Star of the East, the horizon adorning, 
 Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. 
 
 251 
 
 7s. Ivimanuel. s 
 
 God with us ! oh, glorious name ! 
 Let it shine in endless fame; 
 God and man in Christ unite ; 
 Oh, mysterious depth and height ! 
 
 2 God with us ! the eternal Son 
 Took our soul, our flesh, and bone; 
 Now, ye saints, his grace admire, 
 Swell the song with holy fire. 
 
INCARNATION AND BIRTH. 159 
 
 3 God with us ! but tainted not 
 With the first transgressor's blot ; 
 Yet did he our sins sustain, 
 
 Bear the guilt, the curse, the pain. 
 
 4 God with us ! oh, wondrous grace ! 
 Let us see him face to face ; 
 
 That we may Tmmanuel sing, 
 As we ought, our God and King ! 
 
 +jtJ£ c. m. Incarnation. a. Steele. 
 
 Awake, awake the sacred song 
 
 To our incarnate Lord ! 
 Let every heart and every tongue 
 
 Adore the eternal Word. 
 
 2 That awful Word, that sovereign Power, 
 By whom the worlds were made — 
 
 Oh, happy morn ! illustrious hour ! — 
 Was once in flesh arrayed ! 
 
 3 Then shone almighty power and love, 
 In all their glorious forms, 
 
 W T hen Jesus left his throne above, 
 To dwell with sinful worms. 
 
 4 Adoring angels tuned their songs 
 To hail the joyful day ; 
 
 With rapture then let mortal tongues 
 Their grateful worship pay. 
 
 £ fJ O c. m. The Promised Lord. p. doddridge. 
 
 Hark, the glad sound! the Saviour comes, 
 
 The Saviour promised long ; 
 Let every heart prepare a throne, 
 
 And every voice a song. 
 
160 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 2 He comes, the prisoner to release, 
 In Satan's bondage held; 
 
 The gates of brass before him burst, 
 The iron fetters yield. 
 
 3 He comes, from thickest films of vice 
 To clear the mental ray, 
 
 And, on the eyes long closed in night, 
 To pour celestial day. 
 
 4 He comes, the broken heart to bind, 
 The bleeding soul to cure, 
 
 And, with the treasures of his grace, 
 Enrich the humble poor. 
 
 5 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace, 
 Thy welcome shall proclaim, 
 
 And heaven's eternal arches ring 
 With thy beloved name. 
 
 ^0~fc c. m. The Gospel Song. s. medley. 
 
 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 legions ran, 
 And strung and tuned the lyre. 
 
 3 Swift through the vast expanse it flew, 
 And loud the echo rolled ; 
 
 The theme, the song, the joy, was new, 
 'T was more than heaven could hold. 
 
^CARNATION AND BIRTH. 161 
 
 4 Down through the portals of the sky 
 The impetuous torrent ran ; 
 
 And angels flew, with eager joy, 
 To bear the news to man. 
 
 5 Hark ! the cherubic armies shout, 
 And glory leads the song ; 
 
 " Good-will and peace " are heard throughout 
 Th' harmonious angel-throng. 
 
 6 With joy the chorus we '11 repeat, — 
 " Glory to God on high ! 
 
 Good-will and peace are now complete ; 
 Jesus was born to die ! " 
 
 ^t)t) l. if. Jesus' Birth. anon. 
 
 Wake, O my soul, and hail the morn, 
 For unto us a Saviour 's born ; 
 See ! how the angels wing their way, 
 To usher in the glorious clay ! 
 
 2 Hark ! what sweet music, what a song, 
 Sounds from the bright, celestial throng ! 
 Sweet song, whose melting sounds impart 
 Joy to each raptured, listening heart. 
 
 3 Come, join the angels in the sky, 
 Glory to God, who reigns on high ; 
 Let peace and love on earth abound, 
 While time revolves and years roll round. 
 
 ^-OD h. m. "The Notes of Joy" a, reeO* 
 
 Hark ! hark! — the notes of joy 
 
 Roll o'er the heavenly plains, 
 And seraphs find employ 
 
 For their sublimest strains ; 
 Some new delight in heaven is known ; 
 Loud sound the harps around the throne. 
 II 
 
162 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 2 Hark ! hark ! — the sounds draw nigh, 
 The joyful hosts descend ; 
 
 Jesus forsakes the sky, 
 
 To earth his footsteps bend ; 
 He comes to bless our fallen race ; 
 He comes with messages of grace. 
 
 3 Bear — bear the tidings round ; 
 Let every mortal know 
 
 What love in God is found, 
 What pity he can show ; 
 Ye winds that blow ! ye waves that roll ! 
 Bear the glad news from pole to pole. 
 
 AO ( l. m. The Great Teacher. j. bowring. 
 
 How sweetly flowed the gospel sound 
 
 From lips of gentleness and grace, 
 When listening thousands gathered round, 
 
 And joy and gladness 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, 
 Un vailing an immortal day. 
 
 3 " Come, wanderers, to my Father's home, 
 Come, all ye weary ones, and rest : " 
 
 Yes, sacred Teacher, we will come, 
 Obey thee, love thee, and be blest ! 
 
 4 Decay then, tenements of dust ; 
 Pillars of earthly pride, decay : 
 
 A nobler mansion waits the just, 
 And Jesus has prepared the way. 
 
LIFE AND CHARACTER. 163 
 
 258 
 
 "Holy, Harmless." a. c. coxe. 
 
 How beauteous were the marks divine, 
 That in thy meekness used to shine, 
 That lit thy lonely pathway, trod 
 In wondrous love, O Son of God ! 
 
 2 Oh, who like thee, so calm, so bright, 
 So pure, so made to live in light ? 
 
 Oh, who like thee did ever go 
 
 So patient through a world of woe ? 
 
 3 Oh, who like thee so humbly bore 
 The scorn, the scoffs of men, before ? 
 So meek, forgiving, godlike, high, 
 So glorious in humility ? 
 
 4 Even death, which sets the prisoner free, 
 Was pang, and scoff, and scorn to thee ; 
 Yet love through all thy torture glowed, 
 And mercy with thy life-blood flowed. 
 
 5 Oh, in thy light be mine to go, 
 Illuming all my way of woe ! 
 And give me ever on the road 
 
 To trace thy footsteps, Son of God. 
 
 JjDtJ l. m. " He Healed Them" j. Montgomery. 
 
 When, like a stranger on our sphere, 
 The lowly Jesus wandered here, 
 Where'er he went, affliction fled, 
 And sickness reared her fainting head. 
 
 2 The eye that rolled in irksome night, 
 Beheld his face — for God is light ; 
 The opening ear, the loosened tongue, 
 His precepts heard, his praises sung. 
 
164 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 3 With bounding steps the halt and lame, 
 To hail their great Deliverer came ; 
 
 O'er the cold grave he bowed his head, 
 He spake the word, and raised the dead. 
 
 4 Despairing madness, dark and wild, 
 In his inspiring presence smiled ; 
 The storm of horror ceased to roll, 
 And reason lightened through the soul. 
 
 5 Through paths of loving-kindness led, 
 Where Jesus triumphed we would tread ; 
 To all, with willing hands, dispense 
 The gifts of our benevolence. 
 
 ^t)U l. m. The Divine Pattern. I. watti 
 
 My dear Redeemer, and my Lord, 
 
 1 read my duty in thy word ; 
 But in thy life the law appears, 
 Drawn out in living characters. 
 
 2 Such was thy truth and such thy zeal, 
 Such deference to thy Father's will, 
 Such love, and meekness so divine, 
 
 I would transcribe and make them mine. 
 
 3 Cold mountains and the midnight air 
 Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer ; 
 The desert thy temptations knew, 
 Thy conflict and thy victory, too. 
 
 4 Be thou my pattern ; make me bear 
 More of thy gracious image here ; 
 
 Then God, the Judge, shall own my name 
 Among the followers of the Lamb. 
 
LIFE AND CHARACTER. 165 
 
 261 
 
 L. M. " How Shall I Copy 7 "' J. conder. 
 
 How shall I follow him I serve ? 
 
 How shall I copy him I love ? 
 Nor from those blessed footsteps swerve 
 
 Which lead me to his seat above ? 
 
 2 Lord, should my path through suffering lie, 
 Forbid it I should e'er repine ; 
 
 Still let me turn to Calvary, 
 Nor heed my griefs, remembering thine. 
 
 3 Oh, let me think how thou didst leave 
 Untasted every pure delight, 
 
 To fast, to faint, to watch, to grieve, 
 
 The toilsome day, the homeless night : — 
 
 4 To faint, to grieve, to die for me ! 
 Thou earnest not thyself to please : 
 
 And, dear as earthly comforts be, 
 
 Shall I not love thee more than these ? 
 
 £\)Zt c. m. " All in Jesus." wm. enfield. 
 
 Behold, where, in a mortal form, 
 
 Appears each grace divine ! 
 The virtues, all in Jesus met, 
 With mildest radiance shine. 
 
 2 To spread the rays of heavenly light, 
 To give the mourner joy, 
 
 To preach glad tidings to the poor, 
 Was his divine employ. 
 
 3 'Mid keen reproach and cruel scorn, 
 He meek and patient stood ; 
 
 His foes, ungrateful, sought his life, 
 Who labored for their good. 
 
166 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 4 In the last hour of deep distress, 
 Before his Father's throne, 
 
 With soul resigned he bowed and said, — 
 " Thy will, not mine, be done ! " 
 
 5 Be Christ our pattern, and our guide, 
 His image may we bear ; 
 
 Oh, may we tread his holy steps, — 
 His joy and glory share. 
 
 ^UO c. m. A Lonely Life. e. denxv. 
 
 A pilgrim through this lonely world, 
 
 The blessed Saviour passed; 
 A mourner all his life was he, 
 
 A dying Lamb at last. 
 
 2 That tender heart that felt for all, 
 For all its life-blood gave ; 
 
 It found on earth no resting-place, 
 Save only in the grave. 
 
 3 Such was our Lord ; and shall we fear 
 The cross, with all its scorn ? 
 
 Or love a faithless, evil world, 
 That wreathed his brow with thorn ? 
 
 4 No ! facing all its frowns or smiles, 
 Like him, obedient still, 
 
 We homeward press through storm or calm, 
 To Zion's blessed hill. 
 
 iOT c. If. For Our Example. e. DENNY. 
 
 What grace, O Lord, and beauty shone 
 
 Around thy steps below ; 
 What patient love was seen in all 
 
 Thv life and death of woe. 
 
LIFE AND CHARACTER. 16 r t 
 
 2 For, ever on thy burdened heart 
 A weight of sorrow hung ; 
 
 Yet no ungentle, murmuring word 
 Escaped thy silent tongue. 
 
 3 Thy foes might hate, despise, revile, 
 Thy friends unfaithful prove ; 
 
 Unwearied in forgiveness still, 
 Thy heart could only love. 
 
 4 Oh, give us hearts to love like thee ! 
 Like thee, O Lord, to grieve 
 
 Far more for others' sins, than all 
 The wrongs that we receive. 
 
 5 One with thyself, may every eye, 
 In us, thy brethren, see 
 
 The gentleness and grace that spring 
 From union, Lord ! with thee. 
 
 265 
 
 c. If. ii Way y Truth, and Life :" g. w. doa> 
 Thou art the Way : to thee alone 
 
 From sin and death we flee ; 
 And he who would the Father seek, 
 
 Must seek him, Lord, by thee. 
 
 2 Thou art the Truth: thy word alone 
 True wisdom can impart; 
 
 Thou only canst inform the mind, 
 And purify the heart. 
 
 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. 
 
168 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 4 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life : 
 Grant us that Way to know ; 
 
 That Truth to keep, that Life to win, 
 Whose joys eternal flow. 
 
 ZOD cm. Pattern of Forgiveness. j. h. gurnev. 
 
 Lord, as to thy dear cross we flee, 
 
 And pray to be forgiven, 
 So let thy life our pattern be, 
 
 And form our souls for heaven. 
 
 2 Help us, through good report and ill, 
 Our daily cross to bear; 
 
 Like thee, to do our Father's will, 
 Our brother's griefs to share. 
 
 3 Let grace our selfishness expel, 
 Our earthliness refine ; 
 
 And kindness in our bosoms dwell 
 As free and true as thine. 
 
 4 If joy shall at thy bidding fly, 
 And grief's dark day come on, 
 
 We, in our turn, would meekly cry, 
 " Father, thy will be done ! " 
 
 5 Kept peaceful in the midst of strife, 
 Forgiving and forgiven, 
 
 Oh, may we lead the pilgrim's life, 
 And follow thee to heaven ! 
 
 ^-O i cm. " SJiall we Forget." w. Mitchell. 
 
 Jesus ! thy love shall we forget, 
 
 And never bring to mind, 
 The grace that paid our hopeless debt, 
 
 And bade us pardon find ? 
 
LIFE AND CHARACTER. 169 
 
 2 Shall we thy life of grief forget, 
 Thy fasting and thy prayer ; 
 
 Thy locks with mountain vapors wet, 
 To save us from despair ? 
 
 3 Gethsemane can we forget — 
 Thy struggling agony 
 
 When night lay dark on Olivet, 
 And none to watch with thee ? 
 
 4 Our sorrows and our sins were laid 
 On thee, alone on thee ; 
 
 Thy precious blood our ransom paid — 
 Thine all the glory be ! 
 
 5 Life's brightest joys we may forget — 
 Our kindred cease to love ; 
 
 But he who paid our hopeless debt, 
 Our constancy shall prove. 
 
 ^UO c. m. " Altogether Lovely." s. stennett. 
 
 Majestic sweetness sits enthroned 
 
 Upon the Saviour's brow ; 
 His head with radiant glories crowned, 
 
 His lips with grace o'erflow. 
 
 2 No mortal can with him compare, 
 Among the sons of men ; 
 
 Fairer is he than all the fair 
 That fill the heavenly train. 
 
 3 He saw me plunged in deep distress, 
 He flew to my relief; 
 
 For me he bore the shameful cross, 
 And carried all my grief. 
 
170 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 4 To him I owe my life and breath, 
 And all the joys I have ; 
 
 He makes me triumph over death, 
 He saves me from the grave. 
 
 5 To heaven, the place of his abode, 
 He brings my weary feet ; 
 
 Shows me the glories of my God, 
 And makes my joy complete. 
 
 6 Since from his bounty I receive 
 Such proofs of love divine, 
 
 Had I a thousand hearts to give, 
 Lord ! they should all be thine. 
 
 269 
 
 " His Free Ways." f. w. faber. 
 
 Oh, see how Jesus trusts himself 
 
 Unto our childish love ! 
 As though by his free ways with us 
 
 Our earnestness to prove. 
 
 2 His sacred name a common word 
 On earth he loves to hear ; 
 
 There is no majesty in him 
 
 Which love may not come near. 
 
 3 The light of love is round his feet, 
 His paths are never dim ; 
 
 And he comes nigh to us when we 
 Dare not come nigh to him. 
 
 4 Let us be simple with him, then, 
 Not backward, stiff, nor cold, 
 
 As though our Bethlehem could be 
 What Sinai was of old. 
 
LIFE AND CHARACTER. 171 
 
 £ ( U c. ML The Name "Jesus." a. Steele. 
 
 The Saviour ! oh, what endless charms 
 
 Dwell in the blissful sound ! 
 Its influence every fear disarms, 
 
 And spreads sweet comfort round. 
 
 2 The almighty Former of the skies 
 Stooped to our vile abode ; 
 
 While angels viewed wnth wondering eyes 
 And hailed the incarnate God. 
 
 3 Oh, the rich depths of love divine ! 
 Of bliss a boundless store ! 
 
 Dear Saviour, let me call thee mine ; 
 I cannot wish for more. 
 
 4 On thee alone my hope relies, 
 Beneath thy cross I fall ; 
 
 My Lord, my Life, my Sacrifice, 
 My Saviour, and my All ! 
 
 jU i 1. cm. The True Test j. g. whittier. 
 
 We may not climb the heavenly steeps 
 To bring the Lord Christ down ; 
 
 In vain we search the lowest deeps, 
 For him no depths can drown. 
 
 2 But warm, sweet, tender, even yet 
 A present help is he ; 
 
 And faith has yet its Olivet, 
 And love its Galilee. 
 
 3 The healing of the seamless dress 
 Is by our beds of pain ; 
 
 We touch him in life's throng and press, 
 And we are whole again. 
 
172 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 4 Through him the first fond prayers are said 
 Our lips of childhood frame ; 
 
 The last low whispers of our dead 
 Are burdened with his name. 
 
 5 O Lord and Master of us all, 
 Whate'er our name or sign, 
 
 We own thy sway, we hear thy call, 
 We test our lives by thine ! 
 
 272 
 
 8s, 7s, 7s. "Jesus Wept." e. denny. 
 
 Jesus wept ! those tears are over, 
 
 But his heart is still the same ; 
 Kinsman, Friend, and elder Brother, 
 Is his everlasting name. 
 
 Saviour, who can love like thee, 
 Gracious One of Bethany ? 
 
 2 When the pangs of trial seize us, 
 When the waves of sorrow roll, 
 
 I will lay my head on Jesus, 
 Pillow of the troubled soul. 
 Surely, none can feel like thee, 
 Weeping One of Bethany! 
 
 3 Jesus wept ! and still in glory, 
 
 He can mark each mourner's tear ; 
 Living to retrace the story 
 Of the hearts he solaced here. 
 
 Lord, when I am called to die, 
 
 Let me think of Bethany. 
 
 4 Jesus wept ! that tear of sorrow 
 Is a legacy of love ; 
 
 Yesterday, to-day, to-morrow, 
 He the same doth ever prove. 
 Thou art all in all to me, 
 Living One of Bethany ! 
 
SUFFERINGS AND DEATH. 173 
 
 Ji I O l. m. Gethsemane. w. b. tappan. 
 
 'T is midnight ; and on Olive's brow 
 
 The star is dimmed that lately shone. 
 'T is midnight ; in the garden, now 
 
 The suffering Saviour prays alone. 
 
 2 'T is midnight ; and from all removed, 
 The Saviour wrestles lone with fears ; 
 
 Ev'n that disciple whom he loved 
 
 Heeds not his Master's grief and tears. 
 
 3 'T is 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 'T is midnight ; and from ether-plains 
 Is borne the song that angels know; 
 
 Unheard by mortals are the strains 
 That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe. 
 
 £ ( t: l. m. '"Tzs FinisJied." s. stennett. 
 
 " 'T is finished ! " — so the Saviour cried, 
 And meekly bowed his head and died : 
 :< 'T is finished ! " — yes, the race is run, 
 The battle fought, the victory won. 
 
 2 'T is finished ! — all that heaven foretold 
 By prophets in the days of old ; 
 
 And truths are opened to our view 
 That kings and prophets never knew. 
 
 3 'T is finished ! — Son of God, thy power 
 Hath triumphed in this awful hour ; * 
 And yet our eyes with sorrow see 
 
 That life to us was death to thee. 
 
174 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 4 'T is finished ! — let the joyful sound 
 Be heard through all the nations round : 
 'T is finished ! — let the triumph rise, 
 And swell the chorus of the skies. 
 
 A I O l. m. " The Wondrous Cross." l. wati 
 
 When I survey the wondrous cross, 
 
 On which the Prince of glory died, 
 My richest gain I count but loss, 
 
 And pour contempt on all my pride. 
 
 2 Forbid it, Lord ! that I should boast, 
 Save in the death of Christ, 'my God ; 
 
 All the vain things that charm me most 
 I sacrifice them to his blood. 
 
 3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet, 
 Sorrow and love flow mingled down ; 
 
 Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, 
 Or thorns compose so rich a crown ? 
 
 4 His dying crimson, like a robe, 
 Spreads o'er his body on the tree ; 
 
 Then I am dead to all the globe, 
 And all the globe is dead to me. 
 
 5 Were the whole realm of nature mine, 
 That were a present far toe small; 
 
 Love so amazing, so divine, 
 
 Demands my soul, my life my all. 
 
 A i l. m. " For Me." h. bon.a 
 
 Jesus, whom angel hosts adore, 
 
 Became a man of griefs for me ; 
 In love, though rich, becoming poor, 
 That I through him enriched might be. 
 
SUFFERINGS AND DEATH. 175 
 
 2 Though Lord of all, above, below, 
 He went to Olivet for me : 
 
 There drank my cup of wrath and woe, 
 When bleeding in Gethsemane. 
 
 3 The ever-blessed Son of God 
 Went up to Calvary for me ; 
 
 There paid my debt, there bore my load, 
 In his own body on the tree. 
 
 4 Jesus, whose dwelling is the skies, 
 Went down into the grave for me ; 
 
 There overcame my enemies, 
 There won the glorious victory. 
 
 5 'T is finished all : the vail is rent, 
 The welcome sure, the access free : — 
 
 Now, then, we leave our banishment, 
 O Father, to return to thee ! 
 
 277 
 
 " Grace Unknown." i. wai 
 
 Alas ! and did my Saviour bleed, 
 
 And did my Sovereign die ? 
 Would he devote that sacred head 
 
 For such a worm as I ? 
 
 2 Was it for crimes that I had done 
 He groaned upon the tree? 
 
 Amazing pity ! grace unknown ! 
 And love beyond degree ! 
 
 3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, 
 And shut his glories in, 
 
 When Christ, the great Creator, died 
 For man, the creature's sin. 
 
176 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 4 Thus might I hide my blushing face 
 While his dear cross appears ; 
 
 Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, 
 And melt my eyes to tears. 
 
 5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay 
 The debt of love I owe ; 
 
 Here, Lord, I give myself away, 
 'T is all that I can do. 
 
 ^j I O c. m. Suffered for Sin. i. watts. 
 
 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 'T was for my sins my dearest Lord 
 Hung on the cursed tree, 
 
 And groaned away a dying life 
 For thee, my soul ! for thee. 
 
 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 ! 
 
 4 Yes, my Redeemer — they shall die; 
 My heart has so decreed ; 
 
 Nor will I spare the guilty things 
 That made my Saviour bleed. 
 
 5 While with a melting, broken heart, 
 My murdered Lord I view, 
 
 I '11 raise revenge against my sins, 
 And slay the murderers, too. 
 
279 
 
 SUFFERINGS AND DEATH. 177 
 
 c. m. The Two Looks. J. newton. 
 
 1 saw One hanging on a tree, 
 In agony and blood ; 
 
 Who fixed his languid eyes on me, 
 As near the cross I stood. 
 
 2 Sure, never, till my latest breath, 
 Can I forget that look : 
 
 It seemed to charge me with his death, 
 Though not a word he spoke. 
 
 3 Alas ! I knew not what I did, — 
 But now my tears are vain ; 
 
 Where shall my trembling soul be hid, 
 For I the Lord have slain ! 
 
 4 A second look he gave, that said, 
 " I freely all forgive : 
 
 This blood is for thy ransom paid ; 
 I die that thou may'st live." 
 
 5 Thus while his death my sin displays 
 In all its blackest hue, 
 
 Such is the mystery of grace, 
 It seals my pardon, too! 
 
 280 
 
 "He Remembers Calvary" i. watts. 
 
 How condescending and how kind 
 
 Was God's eternal Son ! 
 Our misery reached his heavenly mind, 
 
 And pity brought him down. 
 
 2 He sunk beneath our heavy woes, 
 
 To raise us to his throne ; 
 There 's ne'er a gift his hand bestows, 
 But cost his heart a groan. 
 12 
 
178 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 3 This was compassion, like a God, 
 That when the Saviour knew 
 
 The price of pardon was his blood, 
 His pity ne'er withdrew. 
 
 4 Now, though he reigns exalted high, 
 His love is still as great ; 
 
 Well he remembers Calvary, 
 Nor let his saints forget. 
 
 281 
 
 " O Christ of God ! " ray palmer. 
 
 Jesus, sweet the tears I shed, 
 While at thy cross I kneel, 
 
 Gaze on thy wounded, fainting head, 
 And all thy sorrows feel. 
 
 2 My heart dissolves to see thee bleed, 
 This heart so hard before ; 
 
 1 hear thee for the guilty plead, 
 And grief o'erflows the more. 
 
 3 I know this cleansing blood of thine 
 Was shed, dear Lord, for me : 
 
 For me, for all, — oh, grace divine ! 
 Who look by faith on thee. 
 
 4 O Christ of God, O spotless Lamb, 
 By love my soul is drawn ; 
 
 Henceforth, for ever, thine I am; 
 Here life and peace are born. 
 
 5 In patient hope, the cross I '11 bear, 
 Thine arm shall be my stay ; 
 
 And thou, enthroned, my soul shalt spare, 
 On thy great judgment-day. 
 
SUFFERINGS AND DEATH. 179 
 
 ZikjJj 8s, 7s, D. Mocked. j. bakewell. 
 
 Hail, thou once despised Christ! 
 
 Crowned in mockery a king ! 
 Thou didst suffer to release us ; 
 
 Thou didst free salvation bring. 
 Hail, thou agonizing Saviour, 
 
 Bearer of our sin and shame ! 
 By thy merits we find favor ; 
 
 Life is given through thy name. 
 
 2 Paschal Lamb, by God appointed, 
 
 All our sins on thee were laid ; 
 By Almighty Love anointed, 
 
 Thou hast full atonement made : 
 All thy people are forgiven 
 
 Through the virtue of thy blood; 
 Opened is the gate of heaven, 
 
 Peace is made 'twixt man and God. 
 
 ^OO 8s, 7s, D. On the Cross. R. lee. 
 
 When I view my Saviour bleeding, 
 
 For my sins, upon the tree ; 
 Oh, how wondrous ! — how exceeding 
 
 Great his love appears to me ! 
 Floods of deep distress and anguish, 
 
 To impede his labors, came ; 
 Yet they all could not extinguish 
 
 Love's eternal, burning flame. 
 
 2 Now redemption is completed, 
 
 Full salvation is procured ; 
 Death and Satan are defeated, 
 
 By the sufferings he endured. 
 Now the gracious Mediator, 
 
 Risen to the courts of bliss, 
 Claims for me, a sinful creature, 
 
 Pardon, righteousness, and peace ! 
 
180 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 3 Sure such infinite affection 
 
 Lays the highest claims to mine ; 
 
 All my powers, without exception, 
 Should in fervent praises join. 
 
 Jesus, fit me for thy service ; 
 Form me for thyself alone ; 
 
 1 am thy most costly purchase, — 
 Take possession of thine own. 
 
 ^0~x 8s, 7s, d. Reproached. mof 
 
 Cross, reproach, and tribulation ! 
 
 Ye to me are welcome guests, 
 When I have this consolation, 
 
 That my soul in Jesus rests. 
 The reproach of Christ is glorious ! 
 
 Those who here his burden bear, 
 In the end shall prove victorious, 
 
 And eternal gladness share. 
 
 2 Bonds and stripes, and evil story, 
 Are our honorable crowns ; 
 
 Pain is peace, and shame is glory, 
 Gloomy dungeons are as thrones. 
 
 Bear, then, the reproach of Jesus, 
 Ye who live a life of faith ! 
 
 Lift triumphant songs and praises 
 Ev'n in martyrdom and death. 
 
 •285 
 
 " Near the Cross ." j. w. Alexander, tr. 
 Near the cross was Mary weeping, 
 There her mournful station keeping, 
 
 Gazing on her dying Son: 
 There in speechless anguish groaning, 
 Yearning, trembling, sighing, mourning, 
 
 Through her soul the sword had gone ! 
 
SUFFERINGS AND DEATH. 181 
 
 2 But we have no need to borrow 
 Motives from the mother's sorrow, 
 
 At our Saviour's cross to mourn : 
 'T was our sins brought him from heaven, 
 These the cruel nails had driven : 
 
 All his griefs for us were borne. 
 
 3 When no eye its pity gave us, 
 When there was no arm to save us, 
 
 He his love and power displayed : 
 By his stripes he wrought our healing, 
 By his death, our life revealing, 
 
 He for us the ransom paid. 
 
 4 Jesus, may thy love constrain us, 
 That from sin we may refrain us, 
 
 In thy griefs may deeply grieve : 
 Thee our best affections giving, 
 To thy glory ever living, 
 
 May we in thy glory live. 
 
 286 
 
 " It is finished." h. B( 
 
 From the cross the blood is falling, 
 And to us a voice is calling 
 
 Like a trumpet silver-clear : 
 'T is the voice announcing pardon — 
 // is finished, is its burden, 
 
 Pardon to the far and near. 
 
 2 Peace that glorious blood is sealing, 
 All our wounds for ever healing, 
 
 And removing every load ; 
 Words of peace that voice has spoken, 
 Peace that shall no more be broken, 
 
 Peace between the soul and God. 
 
182 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 287 
 
 "Day of Darkness." f. h. hedge, tr. 
 'T was the day when God's Anointed 
 Died for us the death appointed, 
 
 Bleeding on the dreadful cross ; 
 Day of darkness, day of terror, 
 Deadly fruit of ancient error, 
 
 Nature's fall, and Eden's loss ! 
 
 2 Haste, prepare the bitter chalice! 
 Gentile hate and Jewish malice 
 
 Lift the royal Victim high ; 
 Like the serpent, wonder-gifted, 
 Which the prophet once uplifted, 
 
 For a sinful world to die. 
 
 3 Conscious of the deed unholy, 
 Nature's pulses beat more slowly, 
 
 And the sun his light denied ; 
 Darkness wrapped the sacred city, 
 And the earth with fear and pity 
 
 Trembled, when the Just One died. 
 
 4 Not in vain for us uplifted, 
 Man of sorrows, wonder -gifted, 
 
 May that sacred symbol be; 
 Eminent amid the ages, 
 Guide of heroes and of sages, 
 
 May it guide us still to thee. 
 
 288 
 
 7s, 6s, d. " Upon the Cross." 
 
 O Jesus, we adore thee, 
 Upon the cross, our King : 
 
 We bow our hearts before thee ; 
 Thy gracious Name we sing: 
 
SUFFERINGS AND DEATH. 183 
 
 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 pressing by thy cross : 
 Lord, may our hearts retain thee; 
 
 All else we count but loss. 
 The grief thy soul endured, 
 
 Who can that grief declare ? 
 Thy pains have thus assured 
 
 That thou thy foes wilt spare. 
 
 3 Ah, Lord, our sins arraigned thee, 
 And nailed thee to the tree : 
 
 Our pride, O Lord, disdained thee ;- 
 Yet deign our hope to be. 
 
 O glorious King, we bless thee, 
 No longer pass thee by ; 
 
 O Jesus, we confess thee 
 
 Our Lord enthroned on high. 
 
 ^Ot/ 7s, 6s, d. The Lamb of God. j. g. deck. 
 
 O Lamb of God ! still keep me 
 
 Near to thy wounded side ; 
 'T is only there in safety 
 
 And peace I can abide ! 
 What foes and snares surround me, 
 
 What doubts and fears within ! 
 The grace that sought and found me, 
 
 Alone can keep me clean. 
 
184 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 2 'T is only in thee hiding 
 I know my life secure — 
 
 Only in thee abiding, 
 
 The conflict can endure : 
 Thine arm the victory gaineth 
 
 O'er every hateful foe ; 
 Thy love my heart sustaineth 
 
 In all its care and woe. 
 
 3 Soon shall my eyes behold thee, 
 With rapture, face to face ; 
 
 One half hath not been told me 
 Of all thy power and grace : 
 
 Thy beauty, Lord, and glory, 
 The wonders of thy love, 
 
 Shall be the endless story 
 Of all the saints above. 
 
 J<\j\J 7s, 6s, d. At the Cross, j. w. Alexander tr. 
 
 O sacred Head, now wounded, 
 
 With grief and shame weighed down, 
 Now scornfully surrounded 
 
 With thorns, thine only crown ; 
 O sacred Head, what glory, 
 
 What bliss, till now was thine ! 
 Yet, though despised and gory, 
 
 I joy to call thee mine. 
 
 2 What thou, my Lord, hast suffered 
 
 Was all for sinners' gain: 
 Mine, mine was the transgression, 
 
 But thine the deadly pain ; 
 Lo, here I fall, my Saviour ! 
 
 'T is I deserved thy place ; 
 Look on me with thy favor, 
 
 Vouchsafe to me thy grace. 
 
SUFFERINGS AND DEATH. 
 
 3 What language shall I borrow, 
 
 To thank thee, dearest Friend, 
 For this, thy dying sorrow, 
 
 Thy pity without end ? 
 Lord, make me thine for ever, 
 
 Nor let me faithless prove : 
 Oh, let me never, never, 
 
 Abuse such dying love. 
 
 4 Be near when I am dying, 
 
 Oh, show thy cross to me ! 
 And for my succor flying, 
 
 Come, Lord, and set me free : 
 These eyes, new faith receiving, 
 
 From Jesus shall not move ; 
 For he who dies believing, 
 
 Dies safely — through thy love. 
 
 291 
 
 m. Gethsemane. f. d. hemans. 
 
 He knelt, the Saviour knelt and prayed, 
 
 When but his Father's eye 
 Looked through the lonely garden's shade, 
 
 On that dread agony ; 
 The Lord of all above, beneath, 
 Was bowed with sorrow unto death. 
 
 2 The sun set in a fearful hour, 
 The skies might well grow dim, 
 
 When this mortality had power 
 So to o'ershadow him ! 
 
 That he who gave man's breath, might know 
 
 The very depths of human woe. 
 
186 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 3 He knew them all ; the doubt, the strife, 
 The faint, perplexing dread ; 
 
 The mists that hang o'er parting life, 
 
 All darkened round his head ; 
 And the Deliverer knelt to pray ; 
 Yet passed it not, that cup, away. 
 
 4 It passed not, though the stormy wave 
 Had sunk beneath his tread ; 
 
 It passed not, though to him the grave 
 
 Had yielded up its dead. 
 But there was sent him from on high, 
 A gift of strength for man to die. 
 
 5 And was his mortal hour beset 
 With anguish and dismay ? 
 
 How may we meet our conflict yet, 
 
 In the dark, narrow way ? 
 How but through him, that path who trod ? 
 Save or we perish, Son of God ! 
 
 292 
 
 Christ in tJie Desert. j. f. thrupp. 
 
 Awhile in spirit, Lord, to thee 
 Into the desert would we flee ; 
 Awhile upon the barren steep 
 Thy fast with thee in spirit keep ; — 
 
 2 Awhile from thy temptation learn 
 The daily snares of sin to spurn, 
 And in our hearts to feel and own 
 Man liveth not by bread alone. 
 
 3 And while at thy command we pray, 
 Give us our bread from day to day, 
 May we with thee, O Christ, be fed, 
 Thou Word of God, thou Living Bread. 
 
293 
 
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 SUFFERINGS AND DEATH. 187 
 
 4 Incarnate Lord, we come to thee, 
 Thou knowest our infirmity ; 
 Be thou our Helper in the strife, 
 Be thou our true, our inward Life. 
 
 ys. "Jesus, Saviour.''* j. d. burns. 
 
 Thou who didst on Calvary bleed, 
 Thou who dost for sinners plead, 
 Help me in my time of need, 
 Jesus, Saviour, hear my cry ! 
 
 2 In my darkness and my grief, 
 With my heart of unbelief, 
 
 I, who am of sinners chief, 
 Jesus, lift to thee mine eye ! 
 
 3 Foes without and fears within, 
 With no plea thy grace to w T in, 
 But that thou canst save from sin, 
 
 Jesus, to thy cross I fly ! 
 
 4 There on thee I cast my care, 
 There to thee I raise my prayer, 
 Jesus, save me from despair, 
 
 Save me, save me, or I die ! 
 
 5 When the storms of trial lower, 
 When I feel temptation's power, 
 In the last and darkest hour, 
 
 Jesus, Saviour, be thou nigh ! 
 
 7s, 61. "Lamb of God" ray palmer. 
 
 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 ! 
 
.88 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 2 Never bowed a martyr's 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 thee, bleeding Lamb ! 
 
 ^JOl. m. " He Lives Again." i. watts. 
 
 He dies ! — the friend of sinners dies ; 
 
 Lo ! Salem's daughters weep around ; 
 A solemn darkness vails the skies ; 
 
 A sudden trembling shakes the ground. 
 
 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. 
 
 3 The rising God forsakes the tomb; 
 Up to his Father's court he flies ; 
 
 Cherubic legions guard him home, 
 And shout him welcome to the skies. 
 
RESURRECTION AND REIGN. 189 
 
 4 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell 
 How high our great Deliverer reigns ; 
 
 Sing how he spoiled the hosts of hell, 
 And led the tyrant Death in chains. 
 
 5 Say — live for ever, glorious King, 
 Born to redeem, and strong to save ! 
 
 Where now, O Death, where is thy sting ? 
 And where thy victory, boasting Grave ? 
 
 296 
 
 297 
 
 " Died for Me." a. Steele. 
 
 To OUR Redeemer's glorious name, 
 
 Awake the sacred song! 
 Oh, may his love — immortal flame — 
 
 Tune every heart and tongue ! 
 
 2 His love, what mortal thought can reach ? 
 What mortal tongue display ? 
 
 Imagination's utmost stretch, 
 In wonder, dies away. 
 
 3 Dear Lord ! while we adoring pay 
 Our humble thanks to thee, 
 
 May every heart with rapture say, — 
 " The Saviour died for me ! " 
 
 4 Oh, may the sweet, the blissful theme, 
 Fill every heart and tongue, 
 
 Till strangers love thy charming name, 
 And join the sacred song. 
 
 7s. The Resurrection. T. scott. 
 
 Angels ! roll the rock away ; 
 Death ! yield up thy mighty prey ; 
 See ! the Saviour leaves the tomb, 
 Glowing with immortal bloom. 
 
190 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 2 Hark ! the wondering angels raise 
 Louder notes of joyful praise ; 
 
 Let the earth's remotest bound 
 Echo with the blissful sound. 
 
 3 Saints on earth, lift up your eyes, — 
 Now to glory see him rise 
 
 In long triumph through the sky, 
 Up to waiting worlds on high. 
 
 4 Heaven unfolds its portals wide ! 
 Mighty Conqueror ! through them ride ; 
 King of glory ! mount thy throne, 
 Boundless empire is thine own. 
 
 298 
 
 6s ; 4s. "Worthy the Lamb ! " j. allen. 
 
 Glory to God on high ! 
 Let heaven and earth reply, 
 
 " Praise ye his name ! " 
 His love and grace adore, 
 Who all our sorrows bore ; 
 Sing loud for evermore, 
 
 "Worthy the Lamb!" 
 
 2 While they around the throne 
 Cheerfully join in one, 
 
 Praising his name, — 
 Ye who have felt his blood 
 Sealing your peace with God, 
 Sound his dear name abroad, 
 
 "Worthy the Lamb!" 
 
 Join, all ye ransomed race, 
 Our Lord and God to bless; 
 Praise ye his name ! 
 
RESURRECTION AND REIGN. 191 
 
 In him we will rejoice, 
 And make a joyful noise, 
 Shouting with heart and voice, 
 "Worthy the Lamb! " 
 
 Zt) t) h. m. "Rejoice/" c. wesley. 
 
 Rejoice ! the Lord is King; 
 
 Your Lord and King adore ; 
 Mortals, give thanks and sing, 
 
 And triumph evermore ! 
 Lift up your heart, lift up your voice ; 
 Rejoice ! — again I say, rejoice ! 
 
 2 Jesus, the Saviour reigns, 
 The God of truth and love ; 
 
 When he had purged our stains, 
 
 He took his seat above : 
 Lift up your heart, lift up your voice ; 
 
 Rejoice ! — again I say, rejoice ! 
 
 3 Rejoice in glorious hope : 
 Jesus, the Judge, shall come, 
 
 And take his servants up 
 To their eternal home : 
 We soon shall hear the archangel's voice ; 
 The trump of God shall sound, Rejoice ! 
 
 300 
 
 8s, 7s. Glorying in the Cross. J. bowring. 
 
 In the cross of Christ I glory, 
 
 Towering o'er the wrecks of time ; 
 All the light of sacred story 
 
 Gathers round its head sublime. 
 
192 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 2 When the woes of life o'ertake me, 
 Hopes deceive, and fears annoy, 
 
 Never shall the cross forsake me : 
 Lo ! it glows with peace and joy. 
 
 3 When the sun of bliss is beaming 
 Light and love upon my way, 
 
 From the cross the radiance, streaming, 
 Adds more lustre to the day. 
 
 4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, 
 By the cross are sanctified ; 
 
 Peace is there, that knows no measure, 
 Joys that through all time abide. 
 
 5 In the cross of Christ I glory, 
 Towering o'er the wrecks of time ; 
 
 All the light of sacred story 
 
 Gathers round its head sublime. 
 
 0\_/ JL 8s, 7s. "Many Crowns." J. R. woodford. 
 
 Christ, above all glory seated ! 
 
 King eternal, strong to save ! 
 To thee. Death, by death defeated, 
 
 Triumph high and glory gave. 
 
 2 Thou art gone where now is given 
 What no mortal might could gain, 
 
 On the eternal throne of heaven, 
 In thy Father's power to reign. 
 
 3 We, O Lord ! with hearts adoring, 
 Follow thee above the sky : 
 
 Hear our prayers thy grace imploring, 
 Lift our souls to thee on high. 
 
RESURRECTION AND REIGN. 193 
 
 4 So when thou again in glory 
 
 On the clouds of heaven shalt shine, 
 
 We thy flock shall stand before thee, 
 Owned for evermore as thine. 
 
 OVjZ 8s, 7s, D. " Enthroned in Glory." J. bakewell. 
 
 Jesus, hail, enthroned in glory, 
 
 There for ever to abide; 
 All the heavenly hosts adore thee, 
 
 Seated at thy Father's side. 
 There for sinners thou art pleading ; 
 
 There thou dost our place prepare ; 
 Ever for us interceding 
 
 Till in glory we appear. 
 
 2 Worship, honor, power, and blessing, 
 
 Thou art worthy to receive ; 
 Loudest praises, without ceasing, 
 
 Meet it is for us to give. 
 Help, ye bright angelic spirits, 
 
 Bring your sweetest, noblest lays; 
 Help to sing our Saviour's merits, 
 
 Help to chant Immanuel's praise. 
 
 OAO 
 
 OUO 8s, 7s, d. " The Blood that Speaketh" c. wesley. 
 
 Father, hear the blood of Jesus, 
 
 Speaking in thine ears above : 
 From impending wrath release us ; 
 
 Manifest thy pardoning love. 
 Oh, receive us to thy favor, — 
 
 For his only sake receive ; 
 Give us to the bleeding Saviour, 
 
 Let us by his dying live. 
 13 
 
194 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 2 " To thy pardoning grace receive them," 
 
 Once he prayed upon the tree ; 
 Still his blood cries out " Forgive them ; 
 
 All their sins were laid on me." 
 Still our Advocate in heaven 
 
 Prays the prayer on earth begun, 
 " Father, show their sins forgiven ; 
 
 Father, glorify thy Son ! " 
 
 OU4fc 8s, 7s, d. " Shall See his Face ." M. pypek. 
 
 "We shall see Him," in our nature, 
 
 Seated on his lofty throne, 
 Loved, adored by every creature, 
 
 Owned as God, and God alone ! 
 There the hosts of shining spirits 
 
 Strike their harps, and loudly sing 
 To the praise of Jesus' merits, 
 
 To the glory of their King. 
 
 2 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 glorv his. 
 There to cast our crowns before him, 
 
 Oh, what bliss the thought affords ! 
 There for ever to adore him, 
 
 King of kings, and Lord of lords ! 
 
 0\JtJ 7s. He Lives Again. c. wesi.ey. 
 
 Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day 
 Sons of men, and angels, say ; 
 Raise your joys and triumphs high ! 
 Sing, ye heavens ! and earth, reply ! 
 
RESURRECTION AND REIGN. 195 
 
 2 Love's redeeming work is done, 
 Fought the fight, the battle won; 
 Lo, our Sun's eclipse is o'er ; 
 
 Lo, he sets in blood no more. 
 
 3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal ; 
 Christ hath burst the gates of hell ; 
 Death in vain forbids his 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, boasting Grave ? " 
 
 5 Soar we now where Christ has led, 
 Following our exalted Head ; 
 Made like him, like him we rise ; 
 Ours the cross, the grave, the skies ! 
 
 306 
 
 7s. Joy in the Lord. t 
 
 Joyful be the hours to-day ; 
 
 Joyful let the seasons be ; 
 Let us . sing, for well we may : 
 
 Jesus ! we will sing of thee. 
 
 2 Should thy people silent be, 
 Then the very stones would sing : 
 
 What a debt we owe to thee, 
 
 Thee our Saviour, thee our King ! 
 
 3 Joyful are we now to own, 
 Rapture thrills us as we trace 
 
 All the deeds thy love hath done, 
 All the riches of thy grace. 
 
196 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 4 'T is thy grace alone can save ; 
 Every blessing comes from thee — 
 
 All we have, and hope to have, 
 All we are, and hope to be. 
 
 5 Thine the Name to sinners dear ! 
 Thine the Name all names before ! 
 
 Blessed here and everywhere ; 
 Blessed now and evermore ! 
 
 307 
 
 7s. The Lord's Day. c. wesley. 
 
 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. 
 
 5 What, though parted from our sight, 
 Far above yon starry height ; 
 Thither our affections rise, 
 Following him beyond the skies. 
 
RESURRECTION AND REIGN. 197 
 
 rfUO 7s. "Hallelujah." c. winkworth, Ir. 
 
 Christ the Lord is risen again, 
 Christ hath broken every chain ; 
 Hark ! angelic voices cry, 
 Singing evermore on high, 
 Hallelujah ! Praise the Lord ! 
 
 2 He who bore all pain and loss, 
 Comfortless, upon the cross, 
 Lives in glory now on high, 
 Pleads for us, and hears our cry : 
 
 Hallelujah ! Praise the Lord ! 
 
 3 He who slumbered in the grave 
 Is exalted now to save ; 
 
 Now through Christendom it rings 
 
 That the Lamb is King of kings : 
 
 Hallelujah ! Praise the Lord ! 
 
 4 Now he bids us tell abroad 
 How the lost may be restored, 
 How the penitent forgiven, 
 How we, too, may enter heaven : 
 
 Hallelujah ! Praise the Lord ! 
 
 y\jfj 8s, 7s, 7s. The Return to Heaven. t. : 
 
 Jesus comes, his conflict over, — 
 
 Comes to claim his great reward ; 
 Angels round the Victor hover, 
 
 Crowding to behold their Lord ; 
 Haste, ye saints ! your tribute bring, 
 Crown him, everlasting King. 
 
198 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 2 Yonder throne for him erected, 
 Now becomes the Victor's seat. 
 
 Lo, the Man on earth rejected ! 
 
 Angels worship at his feet : 
 Haste, ye saints ! your tribute bring, 
 Crown him, everlasting King. 
 
 3 Day and night they cry before him, — 
 " Holy, holy, holy Lord ! " 
 
 All the powers of heaven adore him, 
 
 All obey his sovereign word ; 
 Haste, ye saints ! your tribute bring, 
 Crown him, everlasting King. 
 
 O 1 U 8s, 7s, 7s. Isaiah, 63 : 1. t. keli 
 
 Who is this that comes from Edom, 
 
 All his raiment stained with blood ; 
 To the slave proclaiming freedom ; 
 
 Bringing and bestowing good : 
 Glorious in the garb he wears, 
 Glorious in the spoils he bears ? 
 
 2 'T is the Saviour, now victorious, 
 Traveling onward in his might; 
 
 'T is the Saviour, oh, how glorious 
 
 To his people is the sight ! 
 Jesus now is strong to save ; 
 Mighty to redeem the slave. 
 
 3 Why that blood his raiment staining ? 
 'T is the blood of many slain ; 
 
 Of his foes there 's none remaining, 
 
 None the contest to maintain : 
 Fallen they, no more to rise, 
 All their glory prostrate lies. 
 
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 RESURRECTION AND REIGN. 199 
 
 4 Mighty Victor, reign for ever ; 
 
 Wear the crown so dearly won ; 
 Never shall thy people, never 
 
 Cease to sing what thou hast done ; 
 Thou hast fought thy people's foes ; 
 Thou hast healed thy people's woes. 
 
 8s, 7s, 7S. All Glory to Christ. t. kelly. 
 
 Glory, glory to our King ! 
 
 Crowns unfading wreathe his head ; 
 Jesus is the name we sing, — 
 
 Jesus, risen from the dead; 
 Jesus, Conqueror o'er the grave; 
 Jesus, mighty now to save. 
 
 2 Jesus is gone up on high : 
 Angels come to meet their King ; 
 
 Shouts triumphant rend the sky, 
 
 While the Victor's praise they sing : 
 "Open now, ye heavenly gates ! 
 'T is the King of glory waits." 
 
 3 Now behold him high enthroned, 
 Glory beaming from his face, 
 
 By adoring angels owned, 
 
 God of holiness and grace ! 
 Oh, for hearts and tongues to sing — 
 " Glory, glory to our King ! " 
 
 7s, 7s. "Jesus Reigns.''* t. i 
 
 Hark! ten thousand harps and voices 
 
 Sound the note of praise above ; 
 Jesus reigns, and heaven rejoices ; 
 
 Jesus reigns, the God of love : 
 See, he sits on yonder throne ; 
 Jesus rules the world alone. 
 
200 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 2 King of glory ! reign for ever — 
 Thine an everlasting crown ; 
 
 Nothing, from thy love, shall sever 
 
 Those whom thou hast made thine own ; — 
 Happy objects of thy grace, 
 Destined to behold thy face. 
 
 3 Saviour ! hasten thine appearing ; 
 Bring, oh, bring the glorious day, 
 
 When, the awful summons hearing, 
 
 Heaven and earth shall pass away; — 
 Then, with golden harps, we '11 sing, — 
 " Glory, glory to our King! " 
 
 O 1 O 8s, 7s. d. We live in Hint. c. wordsworth. 
 See, the Conqueror mounts in triumph ! 
 
 See the King in royal state, 
 Riding on the clouds, his chariot, 
 
 To his heavenly palace gate ! 
 Hark! the choirs of angel voices 
 
 Joyful hallelujahs sing, 
 And the portals high are lifted 
 
 To receive their heavenly King. 
 
 2 Who is this that comes in glory, 
 With the trump of jubilee ? 
 
 Lord of battles, God of armies, 
 
 He has gained the victory ; 
 He, who on the cross did suffer, 
 
 He, who from the grave arose, 
 He has vanquished sin and Satan, 
 
 He by death has spoiled his foes. 
 
 3 Thou hast raised our human nature, 
 On the clouds to God's right hand ; 
 
 There we sit in heavenly places, 
 There with thee in glory stand ; 
 
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 RESURRECTION AND REIGN. 201 
 
 Jesus reigns, adored by angels ; 
 
 Man with God is on the throne ; 
 Mighty Lord ! in thine ascension, 
 
 We by faith behold our own. 
 
 4 Lift us up from earth to heaven, 
 Give us wings of faith and love, 
 
 Gales of holy aspirations, 
 
 Wafting us to realms above ; 
 That, with hearts and minds uplifted, 
 
 W T e with Christ our Lord may dwell,, 
 Where he sits enthroned in glory, 
 
 In the heavenly citadel. 
 
 5 So at last, when he appeareth, 
 
 We from out our graves may spring, 
 With our youth renewed like eagles', 
 
 Flocking round our heavenly King, 
 Caught up on the clouds of heaven, 
 
 And may meet him in the air — 
 Rise to realms where he is reigning, 
 
 And may reign for ever there. 
 
 7s, 4s. " Crown Him/" t. kelly. 
 
 Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious; 
 
 See the Man of sorrows now 
 From the fight returned victorious ! 
 
 Every knee to him shall bow : 
 Crown him ! crown him ! 
 
 Crowns become the victor's brow. 
 
 2 Crown the Saviour, angels, crown him ! 
 
 Rich the trophies Jesus brings ; 
 In the seat of power enthrone him, 
 
 While the vault of heaven rings : 
 Crown him ! crown him ! 
 
 Crown the Saviour King of kings ! 
 
202 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 3 Hark, those bursts of acclamation ! 
 
 Hark, those loud, triumphant chords ! 
 Jesus takes the highest station ; 
 
 Oh, what joy the sight affords ! 
 Crown him ! crown him ! 
 
 King of kings and Lord of lords ! 
 
 O J. D 8s, 7s, 4s. " It is FinisJitd!" J. EVANS. 
 
 Hark ! the voice of love and mercy 
 
 Sounds ajoud from Calvary ; 
 See ! it rends the rocks asunder, 
 
 Shakes the earth, and vails the sky : 
 " It is finished ! " 
 
 Hear the dying Saviour cry. 
 
 2 " It is finished! " oh, what pleasure 
 Do these charming words afford ! 
 
 Heavenly blessings, without measure, 
 Flow to us from Christ, the Lord : 
 
 " It is finished ! " 
 Saints, the dying words record. 
 
 3 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs ; 
 Join to sing the pleasing theme : 
 
 All on earth and all in heaven, 
 Toin to praise Immanuel's name : 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 Glory to the bleeding Lamb ! 
 
 OlO 8s, 7s, d. Christ is God. r. robinson. 
 
 Mighty God ! while angels bless thee, 
 
 May a mortal lisp thy name ? 
 Lord of men, as well as angels ! 
 Thou art every creature's theme : 
 
RESURRECTION AND REIGN. 203 
 
 Lord of every land and nation ! 
 
 Ancient of eternal days ! 
 Sounded through the wide creation 
 
 Be thy just and awful praise. 
 
 2 For the grandeur of thy nature, — 
 Grand, beyond a seraph's thought ; 
 
 For the wonders of creation, 
 
 Works with skill and kindness wrought ; 
 For thy providence, that governs 
 
 Through thine empire's wide domain, 
 Wings an angel, guides a sparrow ; — 
 
 Blessed be thy gentle reign. 
 
 3 For thy rich, thy free redemption, 
 Bright, though vailed in darkness long, 
 
 Thought is poor, and poor expression ; 
 
 W T ho can sing that wondrous song ? 
 Brightness of the Father's glory ! 
 
 Shall thy praise unuttered lie ? 
 Break, my tongue ! such guilty silence, 
 
 Sing the Lord who came to die — 
 
 4 From the highest throne of glory, 
 To the cross of deepest woe, 
 
 Came to ransom guilty captives ! — 
 Flow, my praise ! for ever flow : 
 
 Re-ascend, immortal Saviour ! 
 
 Leave thy footstool, take thy throne ; 
 
 Thence return and reign for ever ; — 
 Be the kingdom all thine own ! 
 
 O L I 8s, 7s, d. *' Lo, Jehovah!" w. goode. 
 
 Crown his head with endless blessing, 
 
 Who, in God the Father's name, 
 With compassions never ceasing, 
 
 Comes salvation to proclaim. 
 
204 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 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, 
 
 Rise 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. 
 
 O JL O s. m. d. " Risen Indeed." 1 
 
 " The Lord is risen indeed ! " 
 
 And are the tidings true ? 
 Yes, they beheld the Saviour bleed, 
 
 And saw him living, too. 
 " The Lord is risen indeed ! " 
 
 Then justice asks no more ; 
 Mercy and truth are now agreed, 
 
 Who stood opposed before. 
 
RESURRECTION AND REIGN. 205 
 
 2 " The Lord is risen indeed ! " 
 Then is his work performed; 
 
 The mighty Captive now is freed, 
 And death, our foe, disarmed. 
 
 "The Lord is risen indeed! " 
 He lives to die no more; 
 
 He lives, the sinner's cause to plead, 
 Whose curse and shame he bore. 
 
 3 "The Lord is risen indeed ! " 
 Attending angels, hear! 
 
 Up to the courts of heaven, with speed 
 
 The joyful tidings bear. 
 Then wake your golden lyres, 
 
 And strike each cheerful chord ; 
 Join, all ye bright, celestial choirs ! 
 
 To sing our risen Lord. 
 
 O 1 tJ s. m. d. "Lead Us to Tkee." e. toke. 
 
 Thou art gone up on high 
 
 To mansions in the skies, 
 And round thy throne unceasingly 
 
 The songs of praise arise. 
 But we are lingering here 
 
 With sin and care oppressed : 
 Lord ! send thy promised Comforter, 
 
 And lead us to thy rest ! 
 
 2 Thou art gone up on high : 
 
 But thou didst first come down, 
 Through earth's most bitter misery 
 
 To pass unto thy crown. ■ 
 And girt with griefs and fears 
 
 Our onward course must be; 
 But only let that path of tears 
 
 Lead us at last to thee ! 
 
206 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 3 Thou art gone up on high : 
 
 But thou shalt come again 
 With all the bright ones of the sky 
 
 Attendant in thy train. 
 Oh, by thy saving power 
 
 So make us live and die, 
 That we may stand in that dread hour 
 
 At thy right hand on high ! 
 
 320 
 
 d. "Many Crowns." m. bridg 
 
 Crown him with many crowns, 
 
 The Lamb upon his throne ; 
 Hark ! how the heavenly anthem drowns 
 
 All music but its own ! 
 Awake, my soul, and sing 
 
 Of him who died for thee ; 
 And hail him as thy matchless King 
 
 Through all eternity. 
 
 2 Crown him the Lord of love ! 
 Behold his hands and side, — 
 
 Those wounds, yet visible above, 
 
 In beauty glorified : 
 No angel in the sky 
 
 Can fully bear that sight, 
 But downward bends his wondering eye 
 
 At mysteries so bright. 
 
 3 Crown him the Lord of Heaven ! 
 One with the Father known, — 
 
 And the blest Spirit through him given 
 
 From yonder Triune throne ! 
 All hail, Redeemer, hail ! 
 
 For thou hast died for me : 
 Thy praise and glory shall not fail 
 
 Throughout eternity. 
 
RESURRECTION AND REIGN. 207 
 
 321 
 
 d. "Tke Work is Done" j. fanch, alt. 
 
 Beyond the starry skies, 
 
 Far as the eternal hills, 
 There in the boundless world of light 
 
 Our great Redeemer dwells. 
 Around him angels fair 
 
 In countless armies shine ; 
 And ever, in exalted lays, 
 
 They offer songs divine. 
 
 2 " Hail, Prince of life ! " they cry, 
 " Whose unexampled love, 
 
 Moved thee to quit these glorious realms 
 
 And royalties above." 
 And when he stooped to earth, 
 
 And suffered rude disdain, 
 They cast their honors at his feet, 
 
 And waited in his train. 
 
 3 They saw him on the cross, 
 While darkness vailed the skies, 
 
 And when he burst the gates of death, 
 
 They saw the conqueror rise. 
 They thronged his chariot wheels, 
 
 And bore him to his throne ; 
 Then swept their golden harps and sung, — 
 
 " The glorious work is done." 
 
 O £ & 6s, 4s. " Lion of Judah." m. bridges. 
 
 Rise, glorious Conqueror, rise 
 Into thy native skies, — 
 
 Assume thy right ; 
 And where in many a fold 
 The clouds are backward rolled — - 
 Pass through those gates of gold, 
 And reign in light ! 
 
208 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 2 Victor o'er death and hell ! 
 Cherubic legions swell 
 
 Thy radiant train : 
 Praises all heaven inspire ; 
 Each angel sweeps his lyre, 
 And waves his wings of fire, — 
 
 Thou Lamb once slain ! 
 
 3 Enter, incarnate God! — 
 No feet but thine have trod 
 
 The serpent down ; 
 Blow the full trumpets, blow ! 
 Wider yon portals throw ! 
 Saviour triumphant — go, 
 
 And take thy crown ! 
 
 4 Lion of Judah — Hail ! 
 And let thy name prevail 
 
 From age to age ; 
 Lord of the rolling years ! 
 Claim for thine own the spheres, 
 For thou has bought with tears 
 
 Thy heritage. 
 
 5 And then was heard afar 
 Star answering to star — 
 
 " Lo ! these have come, 
 Followers of him who gave 
 His life their lives to save ; 
 And now their palms they wave, 
 
 Brought safely home." 
 
 O JiO cm. Job 19 : 25. 1 
 
 I know that my Redeemer lives, 
 
 And ever prays for me : 
 A token of his love he gives, 
 
 A pledge of liberty. 
 
RESURRECTION AND REIGN. 209 
 
 2 I find him lifting up my head ; 
 He brings salvation near : 
 
 His presence makes me free indeed, 
 And he will soon appear. 
 
 3 He wills that I should holy be : 
 What can withstand his will ? 
 
 The counsel of his grace in me, 
 He surely shall fulfill. 
 
 4 Jesus, I hang upon thy word : 
 I steadfastly believe 
 
 Thou wilt return, and claim me, Lord, 
 And to thyself receive. 
 
 324 
 
 Christ* s Return, c. f. Alexander, alt. 
 The golden gates are lifted up, 
 
 The doors are opened wide, 
 The King of glory is gone in 
 
 Unto his Father's side. 
 
 2 Thou art gone up before us, Lord, 
 To make for us a place, 
 
 That we may be where now thou art, 
 And look upon God's face. 
 
 3 And ever on thine earthly path 
 A gleam of glory lies ; 
 
 A light still breaks behind the cloud 
 That vailed thee from our eyes. 
 
 4 Lift up our hearts, lift up our minds, 
 Let thy dear grace be given, 
 
 That while we tarry here below, 
 Our treasure be in heaven ! 
 H 
 
210 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 5 That where thou art, at God's right hand, 
 
 Our hope, our love may be ; 
 Dwell thou in us, that we may dwell 
 
 For evermore in thee ! 
 
 Out) c. m. " Worthy the Lamb." i. watts. 
 
 Come, let us join our cheerful songs 
 
 With angels round the throne ; 
 Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, 
 
 But all their joys are one. 
 
 2 " Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, 
 " To be exalted thus ! " 
 
 "Worthy the Lamb ! " our lips reply, 
 " For he was slain for us." 
 
 3 Jesus is worthy to receive 
 Honor and power divine ; 
 
 And blessings, more than we can give, 
 Be, Lord, for ever thine ! 
 
 4 Let all that dwell above the sky, 
 And air, and earth, and seas, 
 
 Conspire to lift thy glories high, 
 And speak thine endless praise. 
 
 5 The whole creation join in one, 
 To bless the sacred name 
 
 Of him who sits upon the throne, 
 And to adore the Lamb ! 
 
 O^jK) c. m. Reconciliation. i. watts. 
 
 Come, let us lift our joyful eyes 
 
 Up to the courts above, 
 And smile to see our Father there, 
 
 Upon a throne of love. 
 
RESURRECTION AND REIGN. 211 
 
 2 Now we may bow before his feet, 
 And venture near the Lord : 
 
 No fiery cherub guards his seat, 
 Nor double flaming sword. 
 
 3 The peaceful gates of heavenly bliss 
 Are opened by the Son ; 
 
 High let us raise our notes of praise, 
 And reach the almighty throne. 
 
 4 To thee ten thousand thanks we bring, 
 Great Advocate on high, 
 
 And glory to the eternal King, 
 Who lays his anger by. 
 
 327 
 
 Christ, our Priest. a. pirrie. 
 
 Come, let us join our songs of praise 
 
 To our ascended Priest ; 
 He entered heaven with all our names 
 
 Engraven on his breast. 
 
 2 Below he washed our guilt away, 
 By his atoning blood; 
 
 Now he appears before the throne, 
 And pleads our cause with God. 
 
 3 Clothed with our nature still, he knows 
 The weakness of our frame, 
 
 And how to shield us from the foes 
 Which he himself o'ercame. 
 
 4 Nor time, nor distance, e'er shall quench 
 The fervor of his love; 
 
 For us he died in kindness here, 
 For us he lives above. 
 
212 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 5 Oh ! may we ne'er forget his grace, 
 
 Nor blush to bear his name ; 
 Still may our hearts hold fast his faith — 
 
 Our lips his praise proclaim. 
 
 O JiO c. iff. " Crowned with Honor." t. kelly. 
 
 The head that once was crowned with thorns 
 
 Is crowned with glory now ; 
 A royal diadem adorns 
 The mighty Victor's brow. 
 
 2 The highest place that heaven affords, 
 Is his by sovereign right ; 
 
 The King of kings, and Lord of lords, 
 He reigns in glory bright; — 
 
 3 The joy of all who dwell above, 
 The joy of all below, 
 
 To whom he manifests his love, 
 And grants his name to know. 
 
 4 To them the cross with all its shame, 
 With all its grace, is given ; 
 
 Their name — an everlasting name, 
 Their joy — the joy of heaven. 
 
 329 
 
 C M. "Lord of All." E. PERRONET. 
 
 All hail the power of Jesus' name ! 
 
 Let angels prostrate fall ; 
 Bring forth the royal diadem, 
 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
 2 Crown him, ye martyrs of our God, 
 
 Who from his altar call ; 
 Extol the stem of Jesse's rod, 
 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
EXALTATION AND OFFICES. 213 
 
 3 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race, 
 Ye ransomed from the fall ; 
 
 Hail him, who saves you by his grace, 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
 4 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget 
 The wormwood and the gall ; 
 
 Go, spread your trophies at his feet, 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
 5 Let every kindred, every tribe, 
 On this terrestrial ball, 
 
 To him all majesty ascribe, 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
 6 Oh, that with yonder sacred throng, 
 We at his feet may fall ; 
 
 We '11 join the everlasting song, 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
 OOUlm, " Lord of Heaven." ray palmer. 
 
 O Christ, the Lord of heaven ! to thee, 
 
 Clothed with all majesty divine, 
 Eternal power and glory be ! 
 
 Eternal praise, of right, is thine. 
 
 2 Reign, Prince of Life ! that once thy brow 
 Didst yield to wear the wounding thorn ; 
 
 Reign, throned beside the Father now, 
 Adored the Son of God first-born. 
 
 3 From angel hosts that round thee stand, 
 With forms more pure than spotless snow, 
 
 From the bright burning seraph band, 
 Let praise in loftiest numbers flow. 
 
214 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 4 To thee, the Lamb, our mortal songs, 
 Born of deep fervent love, shall rise ; 
 
 All honor to thy name belongs, 
 
 Our lips would sound it to the skies. 
 
 5 "Jesus ! " — all earth shall speak the word ; 
 "Jesus ! " — all heaven resound it still ; 
 
 Immanuel, Saviour, Conqueror, Lord ! 
 Thy praise the universe shall fill. 
 
 331 
 
 Psalm 45. 1. WATi 
 
 Now be my heart inspired to sing 
 The glories of my Saviour King, — 
 Jesus the Lord ; how heavenly fair 
 His form ! how bright his beauties are ! 
 
 2 O'er all the sons of human race, 
 He shines with a superior grace : 
 Love from his lips divinely flows, 
 And blessings all his state compose. 
 
 3 Thy throne, O God, for ever stands ; 
 Grace is the sceptre in thy hands ; 
 Thy laws and works are just and right ; 
 Justice and grace are thy delight. 
 
 4 God, thine own God, has richly shed 
 His oil of gladness on thy head ; 
 
 And with his Sacred Spirit blessed 
 His first-born Son above the rest. 
 
 332 
 
 l. m. "King, Creator, Lord." ray palmer, tr. 
 
 O Christ ! our King, Creator, Lord ! 
 Saviour of all who trust thy word ! 
 To them who seek thee ever near, 
 Now to our praises bend thine ear. 
 
333 
 
 EXALTATION AND OFFICES. 215 
 
 2 In thy dear cross a grace is found, — 
 It flows from every streaming wound, — 
 Whose power our inbred sin controls, 
 Breaks the firm bond, and frees our souls. 
 
 3 Thou didst create the stars of night; 
 Yet thou hast vailed in flesh thy light, 
 Hast deigned a mortal form to wear, 
 A mortal's painful lot to bear. 
 
 4 When thou didst hang upon the tree, 
 The quaking earth acknowledged thee ; 
 When thou didst there yield up thy breath, 
 The world grew dark as shades of death. 
 
 5 Now in the Father's glory high, 
 Great Conqueror ! never more to die, 
 Us by thy mighty power defend, 
 And reign through ages without end. 
 
 Christ our Advocate. a. Steele. 
 
 He lives ! the great Redeemer lives ! 
 What joy the blest assurance gives ! 
 And now, before his Father, God, 
 Pleads the full merits of his blood. 
 
 2 Repeated crimes awake. our fears, 
 And justice armed with frowns appears ; 
 But in the Saviour's lovely face 
 
 Sweet mercy smiles, and all is peace. 
 
 3 In every dark, distressful hour, 
 When sin and Satan join their power, 
 Let this dear hope repel the dart, 
 That Jesus bears us on his heart. 
 
216 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 4 Great Advocate, almighty Friend ! 
 On him our humble hopes depend ; 
 Our cause can never, never fail, 
 For Jesus pleads, and must prevail. 
 
 334 
 
 " BeJwld the Way/" j. cenmck. 
 
 Jesus, my All, to heaven is gone, 
 "He whom I fix my hopes upon ; 
 His track I see, and I '11 pursue 
 The narrow way till him I view. 
 
 2 The way the holy prophets went, 
 The road that leads from banishment, 
 The King's highway of holiness, 
 
 I '11 go, for all his paths are peace. 
 
 3 This is the way I long had sought, 
 And mourned because I found it not ; 
 My grief, my burden, long had been 
 Because I could not cease from sin. 
 
 4 The more I strove against its power, 
 I sinned and stumbled but the more ; 
 Till late I heard my Saviour say, 
 
 " Come hither, soul, I am the Way." 
 
 5 Lo ! glad I come ; and thou, dear Lamb, 
 Shalt take me to thee as I am, 
 
 Nothing but sin I thee can give ; 
 Nothing bui love shall 1 receive. 
 
 6 Then will I tell, to sinners round, 
 What a dear Saviour I have found ; 
 I '11 point to thy redeeming blood, 
 And say, ¥ Behold the way to God IV 
 
EXALTATION AND OFFICES. 217 
 
 Ot)D l m. A tenement Made. I. watts. 
 
 Now to the power of God supreme 
 
 Be everlasting honors given ; 
 He saves from hell, — we bless his name, — 
 
 He guides our wandering feet to heaven. 
 
 2 'T was his own purpose that began 
 To rescue rebels doomed to die : 
 
 He gave us grace in Christ, his Son, 
 Before he spread the starry sky. 
 
 3 Jesus, the Lord, appears at last, 
 
 And makes his Father's counsels known ; 
 Declares the great transaction past, 
 And brings immortal blessings down. 
 
 4 He dies ; and in that dreadful night 
 Doth all the powers of hell destroy ; 
 
 Rising, he brings our heaven to light, 
 And takes possession of the joy. 
 
 O'JU l. m. " The Song of Songs." j. Montgomery. 
 Come, let us sing the song of songs, — 
 
 The saints in heaven began the strain,- 
 The homage which to Christ belongs : 
 
 " Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain ! " 
 
 2 Slain to redeem us by his blood, 
 To cleanse from every sinful stain, 
 
 And make us kings and priests to God — 
 " Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain ! " 
 
 3 To him, enthroned by filial right, 
 
 All power in heaven and earth proclaim, 
 Honor, and majesty, and might : 
 
 " Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain I " 
 
218 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 4 Long as we live, and when we die, 
 
 And while in heaven with him we reign : 
 
 This song, our song of songs, shall be : 
 " Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain ! " 
 
 OO I l. m. The A toning Priest. i. watt: 
 
 Now to the Lord, who makes us know 
 
 The wonders of his dying love, 
 Be humble honors paid below, 
 
 And strains of nobler praise above. 
 
 2 'T was he who cleansed our foulest sins, 
 And washed us in his precious blood ; 
 
 'T is he who makes us priests and kings, 
 And brings us rebels near to God. 
 
 3 To Jesus, our atoning Priest, 
 To Jesus, our eternal King, 
 
 Be everlasting power confessed ! 
 Let every tongue his glory sing. 
 
 4 Behold ! on flying clouds he comes, 
 And every eye shall see him move; 
 
 Though with our sins we pierced him once, 
 He now displays his pardoning love. 
 
 5 The unbelieving world shall wail, 
 While we rejoice to see the day; 
 
 Come, Lord ! nor let thy promise fail, 
 Nor let thy chariot long delay. 
 
 O O O l. m. Christ is God. I. watt; 
 
 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 ? 
 
EXALTATION AND OFFICES. 219 
 
 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 All riches are his native right, 
 Yet he sustained amazing loss ; 
 
 To him ascribe eternal might, 
 
 Who left his weakness on the cross. 
 
 4 Honor immortal must be paid, 
 Instead of scandal and of scorn ; 
 
 While glory shines around his head, 
 And a bright crown without a thorn. 
 
 5 Blessings for ever on the Lamb, 
 Who bore the curse for wretched men ; 
 
 Let angels sound his sacred name, 
 And every creature say, Amen, 
 
 OOtJ L. M. D. Psalm 24. C. WESLEY. 
 
 Our Lord is risen from the dead, 
 
 Our Jesus is gone up on high ; 
 The powers of hell are captive led, 
 
 Dragged to the portals of the sky. 
 There his triumphal chariot waits, 
 
 And angels chant the solemn lay : 
 " Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates ! 
 
 Ye everlasting doors ! give way." 
 
 2 Loose all your bars of massy light, 
 
 And wide unfold the ethereal scene : 
 He claims these mansions as his right; 
 
 Receive the King of glory in. 
 Who is this King of glory — who ? 
 
 The Lord who all our foes o'ercame ; 
 Who sin, and death, and hell o'erthrew ; 
 
 And Jesus is the conqueror's name. 
 
220 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 3 Lo ! his triumphal chariot waits, 
 
 And angels chant the solemn lay: — 
 " Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates ! 
 
 Ye everlasting doors ! give way." 
 Who is this King of glory — who ? 
 
 The Lord of boundless power possessed; 
 The King of saints and angels, too, 
 
 God over all, for ever blessed. 
 
 540 7S , 
 
 6s, D. The Lord's Day. j. m. neale, tr. 
 
 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. 
 
 O-rl c. m. Psalm 45. 1. w 
 
 I 'll speak the honors of my King, — 
 
 His form divinely fair ; 
 None of the sons of mortal race 
 
 May with the Lord compare. 
 
EXALTATION AND OFFICES. 221 
 
 2 Sweet is thy speech, and heavenly grace 
 Upon thy lips is shed ; 
 
 Thy God, with blessings infinite, 
 Hath crowned thy sacred head. 
 
 3 Gird on thy sword, victorious Prince ! 
 Ride with majestic sway ; 
 
 Thy terrors shall strike through thy foes, 
 And make the world obey. 
 
 4 Thy throne, O God ! for ever stands ; 
 Thy word of grace shall prove 
 
 A peaceful sceptre in thy hands, 
 To rule the saints by love. 
 
 5 Justice and truth attend thee still, 
 But mercy is thy choice ; 
 
 And God, thy God, thy soul shall fill 
 With most peculiar joys. 
 
 O^lJI l. m. " Full Equality." I. watts. 
 
 Bright King of glory, dreadful God ! 
 
 Our spirits bow before thy feet : 
 To thee we lift an humble thought, 
 
 And worship at thine awful seat. 
 
 2 A thousand seraphs strong and bright 
 Stand round the glorious Deity; 
 
 But who, among those sons of light, 
 Pretends comparison with thee ? 
 
 3 Yet there is One of human frame, 
 Jesus, arrayed in flesh and blood, 
 
 Thinks it no robbery to claim 
 A full equality with God. 
 
222 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 4 Then let the name of Christ our King 
 With equal honors be adored ; 
 
 His praise let every angel sing, 
 
 And all the nations own their Lord. 
 
 343 
 
 7s. The Risen Redeemer. 
 
 Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day, 
 Our triumphant holy-day : 
 He endured the cross and grave, 
 Sinners to redeem and save. 
 
 2 Lo ! he rises, mighty King ! 
 Where, O Death ! is now thy sting ? 
 Lo ! he claims his native sky ! 
 Grave ! where is thy victory ? 
 
 3 Sinners, see your ransom paid, 
 Peace with God for ever made : 
 With your risen Saviour rise ; 
 Claim with him the purchased skies. 
 
 4 Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day, 
 Our triumphant holy-day ; 
 
 Loud the song of victory raise ; 
 Shout the great Redeemer's praise. 
 
 344 
 
 h. m. " The Debt of Love " s. stennett. 
 
 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. 
 
EXALTATION AND OFFICES. 223 
 
 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 mansion 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. 
 
 345 
 
 Psalm 45. 1. watts 
 
 The King of Saints, — how fair his face ! 
 Adorned with majesty and grace, 
 He comes, with blessings from above, 
 And wins the nations to his love. 
 
 2 At his right hand, our eyes behold 
 The queen, arrayed in purest gold; 
 The world admires her heavenly dress, 
 Her robe of joy and righteousness. 
 
 3 Oh, happy hour, when thou shalt rise 
 To his fair palace in the skies ; 
 
 ♦And all thy sons, a numerous train, 
 Each, like a prince, in glory reign. 
 
 4 Let endless honors crown his head ; 
 Let every age his praises spread ; 
 While we, with cheerful songs, approve 
 The condescension of his love. 
 
224 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 OtO c. m. d. " The Fairest Face." p. strvker. 
 
 1 heard a voice, the sweetest voice 
 That mortal ever heard ; 
 
 Oh ! how it made my heart rejoice, 
 
 And every feeling stirred ! 
 'T was Jesus spoke to me so mild ; 
 
 He called me to his side, 
 And said, although with heart defiled, 
 
 J might in him confide. 
 
 2 I saw his face, the fairest face 
 That mortal ever saw ; 
 
 I longed the Saviour to embrace, 
 
 From him new life to draw. 
 "Come unto me," he kindly said, 
 
 " And I will give thee rest ; 
 The ransom -price I fully paid — 
 
 Repent ! believe ! be blest ! " 
 
 3 I felt his love, the strongest love 
 That mortal ever felt ; 
 
 Oh ! how it drew my soul above 
 And made my hard heart melt ! 
 
 My burden at his feet I laid, 
 And knew the joy of heaven, 
 
 As in my willing ear he said 
 The blessed word, u Forgive7i / " 
 
 t)4 I cm. Psalm 47. I. WATTS. 
 
 Oh, for a shout of sacred joy 
 To God, the sovereign King; 
 
 Let every land their tongues employ, 
 And hymns of triumph sing. 
 
EXALTATION AND OFFICES. 225 
 
 2 Jesus our God, ascends on high; 
 His heavenly guards around 
 
 Attend him rising through the sky, 
 With trumpets' joyful sound. 
 
 3 While angels shout and praise their King, 
 Let mortals learn their strains ; 
 
 Let all the earth his honor sing ;— 
 O'er all the earth he reigns. 
 
 4 Rehearse his praise with awe profound ; 
 Let knowledge lead the song; 
 
 Nor mock him with a solemn sound 
 Upon a thoughtless tongue. 
 
 5 In Israel stood his ancient throne : — 
 He loved that chosen race ; 
 
 But now he calls the world his own ; 
 The heathen taste his grace. 
 
 O^iO c. M. Psalm 71. 1. watts. 
 
 My Saviour ! my almighty Friend : 
 
 When I begin thy praise, 
 Where will the growing numbers end,-* 
 
 The numbers of thy grace ? 
 
 2 Thou art my everlasting trust ; 
 Thy goodness I adore ; 
 
 And, since I knew thy graces first, 
 I speak thy glories more. 
 
 3 My feet shall travel all the length 
 Of the celestial road ; 
 
 And march, with courage, in thy strength, 
 
 To see my Father, God. 
 *5 
 
226 THE HOLY SPIRIT. 
 
 4 How will my lips rejoice to tell 
 
 The victories of my King ! 
 My soul, redeemed from sin and hell, 
 
 Shall thy salvation sing. 
 
 0-i\j c. m. Our High-Priest. p. doddridge. 
 
 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 
 Engraven on his heart ; 
 
 Nor shall a name once treasured there 
 E'er from his care depart. 
 
 4 So, gracious Saviour ! on my breast 
 May thy dear name be worn, 
 
 A sacred ornament and guard, 
 To endless ages borne. 
 
 350 
 
 1 ' Inwa rd Teachings. * * wat' 
 
 Eternal Spirit, we confess 
 And sing the wonders of thy grace : 
 Thy power conveys our blessings down 
 From God the Father and the Son. 
 
 2 Enlightened by thy heavenly ray, 
 Our shades and darkness turn to day ; 
 Thine inward teachings make us know 
 Our danger and our refuge, too. 
 
THE HOLY SPIRIT. 227 
 
 3 Thy power and glory work within, 
 And break the chains of reigning sin ; 
 All our imperious lusts subdue, 
 And form our wretched hearts anew. 
 
 oOl l,m. " Vent, Creator/" e. caswall, tr. 
 
 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. 
 
 352 
 
 " The Book Unfold." b. beddomE. 
 
 Come, blessed Spirit ! source of light ! 
 
 Whose power and grace are unconfined, 
 Dispel the gloomy shades of night — 
 
 The thicker darkness of the mind. 
 
 2 To mine illumined eyes, display 
 The glorious truths thy word reveals ; 
 
 Cause me to run the heavenly way, 
 Thy book unfold, and loose the seals. 
 
228 THE HOLY SPIRIT. 
 
 3 Thine inward teachings make me know 
 The mysteries of redeeming love, 
 
 The vanity of things below, 
 
 And excellence of things above. 
 
 4 While through this dubious maze I stray, 
 Spread, like the sun, thy beams abroad, 
 
 To show the dangers of the way, 
 And guide my feeble steps to God. 
 
 ODD l m. Spirit of Grace. p. doddridge. 
 
 Come, sacred Spirit, from above, 
 And fill the coldest heart with love : 
 Oh, turn to flesh the flinty stone, 
 And let thy sovereign power be known. 
 
 2 Speak thou, and from the haughtiest eyes 
 Shall floods of contrite sorrow rise ; 
 While all their glowing souls are borne 
 To seek that grace which now they scorn. 
 
 3 Oh, let a holy flock await 
 
 In crowds around thy temple-gate ! 
 Each pressing on with zeal to be 
 A living sacrifice to thee. 
 
 OQtc l. m. Invocation. s. browne, alt. 
 
 Come, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove, 
 With light and comfort from above : 
 Be thou our guardian, thou our guide ! 
 O'er every thought and step preside. 
 
 2 To us the light of truth display, 
 And make us know and choose thy way ; 
 Plant holy fear in every heart, 
 That we from God may ne'er depart. 
 
THE HOLY SPIRIT. 229 
 
 3 Lead us to holiness — the road 
 That we must take to dwell with God ; 
 Lead us to Christ, the living, way, 
 Nor let us from his precepts stray. 
 
 4 Lead us to God, our final rest, 
 To be with him for ever blest ; 
 
 Lead us to heaven, its bliss to share — 
 Fullness of joy for ever there! 
 
 ODD l. m. The Spirit Near. a. Steele. 
 
 Sure the blest Comforter is nigh, 
 
 'T is he sustains my fainting heart; 
 Else would my hopes for ever die, 
 And every cheering ray depart. 
 
 2 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 ? 
 
 3 And, when my cheerful hope can say, — 
 I love my God and taste his grace, — 
 
 Lord ! is it not thy blissful ray, 
 
 That brings this dawn of sacred peace ? 
 
 4 Let thy good Spirit in my heart 
 For ever dwell, O God of love ! 
 
 And light and heavenly peace impart, — 
 Sweet earnest of the joys above. 
 
 OOO l. m. Giver of Rest. Stewart. 
 
 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. 
 
230 THE HOLY SPIRIT. 
 
 2 Hast thou imparted to my soul 
 A living spark of holy 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 my Saviour see ; 
 
 Oh, soothe and cheer my burdened heart, 
 And bid my spirit rest in thee. 
 
 357 
 
 Invocation. I. watts. 
 
 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove ! 
 
 With all thy quickening powers, 
 Kindle a flame of sacred love 
 
 In these cold hearts of ours. 
 
 2 Look ! how we grovel here below, 
 Fond of these trifling toys ! 
 
 Our souls can neither fly nor go 
 To reach eternal joys. 
 
 3 In vain we tune our formal songs ; 
 In vain we strive to rise ; 
 
 Hosannas languish on our tongues, 
 And our devotion dies. 
 
 4 Dear Lord, and shall we ever live 
 At this poor dying rate — 
 
 Our love so faint, so cold to thee, 
 And thine to us so great ? 
 
 5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove ! 
 With all thy quickening powers ; 
 
 Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, 
 And that shall kindle ours. 
 
THE HOLY SPIRIT. 231 
 
 OOO c. m. The Comforter's Love. J. e. saxby. 
 
 O Holy Ghost, the Comforter, 
 
 How is thy love despised, 
 While the heart longs for sympathy 
 And friends are idolized. 
 
 2 O Spirit of the living God, 
 Brooding with dove-like wings 
 
 Over the helpless and the weak 
 Among created things ! 
 
 3 Where should our feebleness find strength, 
 Our helplessness a stay, 
 
 Didst thou not bring us hope and help, 
 And comfort, day by day ? 
 
 4 Great are thy consolations, Lord, 
 And mighty is thy power, 
 
 In sickness and in solitude, 
 In sorrow's darkest hour. 
 
 5 Oh, if the souls that now despise 
 And grieve thee, heavenly Dove, 
 
 Would seek thee, and would welcome thee, 
 How would they prize thy love ! 
 
 ODtJ c. m. Assurance. i. watts. 
 
 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 ? 
 
232 THE HOLY SPIRIT. 
 
 3 Assure my conscience of her part 
 In the Redeemer's blood ; 
 
 And bear thy witness with my heart, 
 That I am born of God. 
 
 4 Thou art the earnest of his love, 
 The pledge of joys to come ; 
 
 And thy soft wings, celestial Dove, 
 Will safe convey me home. 
 
 OOU C M. Sanctification. t. cotterill. 
 
 Eternal Spirit, God of truth, 
 
 Our contrite hearts inspire ; 
 Revive the flame of heavenly love, 
 
 And feed the pure desire. 
 
 2 'T is thine to soothe the sorrowing mind, 
 With guilt and fear oppressed ; 
 
 'T is thine to bid the dying live, 
 And give the weary rest. 
 
 3 Subdue the power of every sin, 
 Whate'er that sin may be, 
 
 That we, with humble, holy heart, 
 May worship only thee. 
 
 4 Then with our spirits witness bear 
 That we are sons of God, 
 
 Redeemed from sin, from death and hell, 
 Through Christ's atoning blood. 
 
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 s. m. Giver of Grace. j. hart. 
 
 Come, Holy Spirit, come ! 
 
 Let thy bright beams arise ; 
 Dispel the sorrow from our minds, 
 
 The darkness from our eyes. 
 
THE HOLY SPIRIT. 233 
 
 2 Convince us of our sin ; 
 Then lead to Jesus' blood, 
 
 And to our wondering view reveal 
 The mercies of our God. 
 
 3 Revive our drooping faith, 
 Our doubts and fears remove, 
 
 And kindle in our breasts the flame 
 Of never-dying love. 
 
 4 'T is thine to cleanse the heart, 
 To sanctify the soul, 
 
 To pour fresh life in every part, 
 And new-create the whole. 
 
 5 Come, Holy Spirit, come ; 
 Our minds from bondage free ; 
 
 Then shall we know, and praise, and love, 
 The Father, Son, and thee. 
 
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 s. m. " Still Small Voice." l. h. sigourney. 
 
 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 ev'n the gloomy vale of death, 
 A smile of glory wear ; — 
 
234: THE HOLY SPIRIT. 
 
 4 Thou, who dost fill the heart 
 With love to all our race ; — 
 
 Blest Comforter, to us impart 
 The blessings of thy grace. 
 
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 64 
 
 If, TJu Heart Melted. b. beddome. 
 
 Come, Holy Spirit, come, 
 
 With energy divine ; 
 And on this poor benighted soul, 
 
 With beams of mercv shine. 
 
 2 Oh, melt this frozen heart : 
 This stubborn will subdue ; 
 
 Each evil passion overcome, 
 And form me all anew. 
 
 3 Mine will the profit be, 
 But thine shall be the praise ; 
 
 And unto thee will I devote 
 The remnant of my days. 
 
 . m. Teaching Truth. b. beddome. 
 
 Come, Spirit, source of light, 
 
 Thy grace is unconfined ; 
 Dispel the gloomy shades of night, 
 
 The darkness of the mind. 
 
 2 Xow to our eyes display 
 The truth thy words reveal ; 
 
 Cause us to run the heavenly way, 
 Delighting in thy will. 
 
THE HOLY SPIRIT. 235 
 
 3 Thy teachings make us know 
 The mysteries of thy love, 
 
 The vanity of things below, 
 The joy of things above. 
 
 4 While through this maze we stray, 
 Oh, spread thy beams abroad ; 
 
 Disclose the dangers of the way, 
 And guide our steps to God. 
 
 ODD s. m. He Works In Us. J. Montgomery. 
 
 'T IS God the Spirit leads 
 
 In paths before unknown ; 
 The work to be performed is ours, 
 
 The strength is all his own. 
 
 2 Supported by his grace 
 We still pursue our way ; 
 
 And hope at last to reach the prize, 
 Secure in endless day. 
 
 3 'T is he that works to will, 
 'T is he that works to do ; 
 
 His is the power by which we act, 
 His be the glory, too. 
 
 OOU 7S. All-Divine. a. reed. 
 
 Holy Ghost ! with light divine, 
 Shine upon this heart of mine ; 
 Chase the shades of night away, 
 Turn my darkness into day. 
 
 2 Holy Ghost ! with power divine, 
 Cleanse this guilty heart of mine ; 
 Long hath sin, without control, 
 Held dominion o'er my soul. 
 
236 THE HOLY SPIRIT. 
 
 3 Holy Ghost ! with joy divine, 
 Cheer this saddened heart of mine ; 
 Bid my many woes depart, 
 
 Heal my wounded, bleeding heart. 
 
 4 Holy Spirit ! all-divine, 
 Dwell within this heart of mine ; 
 Cast down every idol-throne, 
 Reign supreme — and reign alone. 
 
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 7s. " Keep Me, Lord / " j. stocker. 
 
 Gracious Spirit, Love divine ! 
 Let thy light within me shine ; 
 All my guilty fears remove, 
 Fill me with thy heavenly 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. 
 
 6s, 4s. " O/t, Come To-day" ray palmer, tr. 
 Come, Holy Ghost ! in love, 
 Shed on us, from above, 
 Thine own bright ray : 
 
THE HOLY SPIRIT. 237 
 
 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, when 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 : 
 Give virtue's rich reward; 
 Victorious death accord, 
 And, with our glorious Lord, 
 
 Eternal joy ! 
 
238 THE HOLY SPIRIT. 
 
 0\)tJ 6s, 4s. " Let there be Light " j. Marriott. 
 
 Thou ! whose almighty word 
 Chaos and darkness heard, 
 
 And took their flight, 
 Hear us, we humbly pray, 
 And, where the gospel's day 
 Sheds not its glorious ray, 
 
 " Let there be light ! " 
 
 2 Thou ! who didst come to bring, 
 On thy redeeming wing, 
 
 Healing and sight, 
 Health to the sick in mind, 
 Sight to the inly blind, — 
 Oh, now to all mankind, 
 
 " Let there be light! " 
 
 3 Spirit of truth and love, 
 Life-giving holy Dove ! 
 
 Speed forth thy flight : 
 Move o'er the waters' face, 
 Bearing the lamp of grace, 
 And in earth's darkest place, 
 " Let there be light! " 
 
 4 Blessed and holy Three, 
 All-glorious Trinity, — 
 
 Wisdom, Love, Might! 
 Boundless as ocean's tide 
 Rolling in fullest pride, 
 Through the world, far and wide,- 
 
 " Let there be light ! " 
 
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 O • U c. m. Pentecost. J. keble. 
 
 When God, of old, came down from heaven, 
 
 In power and wrath he came ; 
 Before his feet the clouds were riven, 
 Half darkness and half flame. 
 
 2 But when he came the second time, 
 He came in power and love ; 
 
 Softer than gales at morning prime, 
 Hovered his holy Dove. 
 
 3 The fires that rushed on Sinai down 
 In sudden torrents dread, 
 
 Now gently light a glorious crown 
 On every sainted head. 
 
 4 Like arrows went those lightnings forth, 
 Winged with the sinner's doom ; 
 
 But these, like tongues, o'er all the earth 
 Proclaiming life to come. 
 
 O ( x. 7S. "The Things of Christ." w. hammond. 
 
 Holy Spirit ! gently come, 
 
 Raise us from our fallen state ; 
 Fix thy everlasting home 
 
 In the hearts thou didst create. 
 
 2 Now thy quickening influence bring, 
 On our spirits sweetly move ; 
 
 Open every mouth to sing. 
 Jesus' everlasting love. 
 
 3 Take the things of Christ, and show 
 What our Lord for us hath done ; 
 
 May we God the Father know 
 Through his well-beloved Son. 
 
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 373 
 
 7s, 6s, 8s. The Witness. a. m. toplady. 
 
 Blessed Comforter, come down, 
 
 And live and move in me ; 
 Make my every deed thy own, 
 
 In all things led by thee ; 
 Bid my every lust depart, 
 
 And now with me vouchsafe to dwell ; 
 Faithful Witness, in my heart 
 
 Thy perfect love reveal. 
 
 2 Let me in thy love rejoice, 
 
 Thy shrine, thy pure abode ; 
 Tell me, by thine inward voice, 
 
 I am a child of God : 
 Lord, I choose the better part ; 
 
 Jesus, I wait thy peace to feel ; 
 Send the witness, in my heart 
 
 The Holy Ghost reveal. 
 
 c. m. The Promise. h. a 
 
 Our blest Redeemer, ere he breathed 
 
 His tender, last farewell, 
 A Guide, a Comforter bequeathed, 
 With us on earth to dwell. 
 
 2 He came in tongues of living flame, 
 To teach, convince, subdue ; 
 
 All powerful as the wind he came, 
 And all as viewless, too. 
 
 3 He came, sweet influence to impart, 
 A gracious, willing Guest, 
 
 While he can find one humble heart 
 Wherein to fix his rest. 
 
THE HOLY SPIRIT. 241 
 
 4 And every virtue we possess, 
 And every victory won, 
 
 And every thought of holiness, 
 Is his and his alone. 
 
 5 Spirit of purity and grace ! 
 Our weakness pitying see ; 
 
 Oh, make our hearts thy dwelling-place, 
 Purer and worthier thee ! 
 
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 7s, 5s. " Comforter Divine /" g. rawson. 
 
 Holy Ghost, the Infinite ! 
 Shine upon our nature's night 
 With thy blessed inward light, 
 Comforter Divine ! 
 
 2 We are sinful : cleanse us, Lord ; 
 We are faint : thy strength afford ; 
 Lost, — until by thee restored, 
 
 Comforter Divine ! 
 
 3 Like the dew, thy peace distill ; 
 Guide, subdue our wayward will, 
 Things of Christ unfolding still, 
 
 Comforter Divine ! 
 
 4 In us, for us, intercede, 
 
 And, with voiceless groanings, plead 
 Our unutterable need, 
 
 Comforter Divine ! 
 
 5 In us " Abba, Father," cry, — 
 Earnest of our bliss on high, 
 Seal of immortality, — 
 
 Comforter Divine ! 
 
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 5 Search for us the depths of God ; 
 Bear us up the starry road, 
 To the height of thine abode, 
 Comforter Divine ! 
 
 O I D s. m. The Light. w. h. bathurst. 
 
 Lord, bid thy light arise 
 
 On all thy people here, 
 And when we raise our longing eyes, 
 
 Oh, may we find thee near ! 
 
 2 Thy Holy Spirit send, 
 To quicken every soul ; 
 
 And hearts, the most rebellious, bend 
 To thy divine control. 
 
 3 Let all that own thy name 
 Thy sacred image bear ; 
 
 And light in every heart the flame 
 Of watchfulness and prayer. 
 
 4 Since in thy love we see 
 Our only sure relief, 
 
 Oh, raise our earthly minds to thee, 
 And help our unbelief. 
 
 O I O L. M. Quiet Influence. T. gibbons. 
 
 As when in silence vernal showers 
 Descend and cheer the fainting flowers, 
 So, in the secrecy of love, 
 Falls the sweet influence from above. 
 
 2 That heavenly influence let me find 
 In holy silence of the mind, 
 While every grace maintains its bloom, 
 Diffusing wide its rich perfume. 
 
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 3 Nor let these blessings be confined 
 To me, but poured on all mankind, 
 Till earth's wild wastes in verdure rise, 
 And a young Eden bless our eyes. 
 
 Veni, Creator. j. dryden, tr. 
 
 Creator Spirit, by whose aid 
 The world's foundations first were laid, 
 Come, visit every waiting mind ; 
 Come, pour thy joys on human-kind. 
 
 2 Thrice holy Fount, thrice holy Fire, 
 Our hearts with heavenly love inspire ; 
 Come, and thy sacred unction bring 
 To sanctify us, while we sing. 
 
 3 O Source of uncreated light, 
 The Father's promised Paraclete, — 
 From sin and sorrow set us free, 
 And make us temples worthy thee ! 
 
 4 Make us eternal truths receive, 
 And practise all that we believe ; 
 Give us thyself, that we may see 
 The Father and the Son, by thee. 
 
 OlO cm. Invocation. c. wesley. 
 
 Come, Holy Ghost ! our hearts inspire, 
 
 Let us thine influence prove ; 
 Source of the old prophetic fire ! 
 
 Fountain of life and love ! 
 
 2 Water with heavenly dew thy word, 
 
 In this appointed hour ; 
 Attend it with thy presence, Lord, 
 
 And bid it come with power. 
 
244 THE HOLY SPIRIT. 
 
 3 Open the hearts of them that hear, 
 To make the Saviour room ; 
 
 Now let us find redemption near ; 
 Let faith by hearing come. 
 
 O ( tJ h. M. Luke ii : 13. j. burton. 
 
 O Thou that nearest prayer ! 
 
 Attend our humble cry ; 
 And let thy servants share 
 
 Thy blessing from on high : 
 We plead the promise of thy word, 
 Grant us thy Holy Spirit, Lord ! 
 
 2 If earthly parents hear 
 Their children when they cry ; 
 
 If they, with love sincere, 
 
 Their children's wants supply ; 
 Much more wilt thou thy love display, 
 And answer when thy children pray. 
 
 3 Our heavenly Father, thou, — 
 We — children of thy grace, — 
 
 Oh, let thy Spirit now 
 
 Descend and fill the place ; 
 That all may feel the heavenly flame, 
 And all unite to praise thy name. 
 
 OOUl. m. " Baptize the Nations /" J. montgomerv. 
 
 O Spirit of the living God, 
 
 In all thy plenitude of grace, 
 Where'er the foot of man hath trod, 
 
 Descend on our apostate race. 
 
THE GOSPEL OF GRACE. 245 
 
 2 Give tongues of fire and hearts of love, 
 To preach the reconciling word ; 
 
 Give power and unction from above, 
 Where'er the joyful sound is heard. 
 
 3 Be darkness, at thy coming, light ; 
 Confusion, order, in thy path ; 
 
 Souls without strength inspire with might ; 
 Bid mercy triumph over wrath. 
 
 4 Baptize the nations ! far and nigh, 
 The triumphs of the cross record; 
 
 The name of Jesus glorify, 
 
 Till every people call him Lord. 
 
 OOl S. M. Detlt. 30: 19. J.MONTGOMERY. 
 
 Oh, where shall rest be found — 
 
 Rest for the weary soul ? 
 'T were vain the ocean depths to sound, 
 
 Or pierce to either pole. 
 
 2 The world can never give 
 The bliss for which we sigh : 
 
 'T is not the whole of life to live, 
 Nor all of death to die. 
 
 3 Beyond this vale of tears 
 There is a life above, 
 
 Unmeasured by the flight of years ; 
 And all that life is love. 
 
 4 There is a death whose pang 
 Outlasts the fleeting breath : 
 
 Oh, what eternal horrors hang 
 Around the second death ! 
 
246 THE GOSPEL OF GRACE. 
 
 5 Lord God of truth and grace ! 
 
 Teach us that death to shun ; 
 Lest we be banished from thy face, 
 
 And evermore undone. 
 
 OkjA s. m. " None OtJier Name." I. wati 
 
 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 dying love. 
 
 O ijO c. p. m. Regeneration Needed. s. occo 
 
 Awaked by Sinai's awful sound, 
 My soul in bonds of guilt I found, 
 
 And knew not where to go ; 
 One solemn truth increased my pain, 
 " The sinner must be born again," 
 Or sink to endless woe. 
 
man's lost condition. 247 
 
 2 I heard the law its thunders roll, 
 While guilt lay heavy on my soul — 
 
 A vast oppressive load ; 
 All creature-aid I saw was vain ; 
 " The sinner must be born again," 
 
 Or drink the wrath of God. 
 
 3 But while I thus in anguish lay, 
 The bleeding Saviour passed that way, 
 
 My bondage to remove. 
 The sinner, once by justice slain, 
 Now by his grace is born again, 
 
 And sings redeeming love. 
 
 Out c. p. m. " In Jeopardy ." c. wesley. 
 
 Lo ! ON a narrow neck of land, 
 'Twixt two unbounded seas, I stand, 
 
 Secure ! insensible ! 
 A point of time, a moment's space, 
 Removes me to yon heavenly place, 
 Or shuts me up in hell. 
 
 2 O God ! my inmost soul convert, 
 And deeply on my thoughtful heart 
 
 Eternal things impress : 
 Give me to feel their solemn weight, 
 And save me ere it be too late ; 
 
 Wake me to righteousness. 
 
 3 Before me place, in dread array, 
 The pomp of that tremendous day, 
 
 When thou with clouds shalt come 
 To judge the nations at thy bar ; 
 And tell me, Lord ! shall I be there 
 
 To meet a joyful doom ! 
 
248 THE GOSPEL OF GRACE. 
 
 OOO c. m. T lie Load of Sin. a. Steele. 
 
 How helpless guilty nature lies, 
 
 Unconscious of its load! 
 The heart unchanged can never rise 
 To happiness and God. 
 
 2 Can aught, beneath a power divine, 
 The stubborn will subdue ? 
 
 'T is thine, almighty Spirit ! thine, 
 To form the heart anew. 
 
 3 'T is thine, the passions to recall, 
 And upward bid them rise ; 
 
 To make the scales of error fall 
 From reason's darkened eyes ; — 
 
 4 To chase the shades of death away, 
 And bid the sinner live ; 
 
 A beam of heaven, a vital ray, 
 'T is thine alone to give. 
 
 5 Oh, change these wretched hearts of ours, 
 And give them life divine ; 
 
 Then shall our passions and our powers, 
 Almighty Lord ! be thine. 
 
 OOD c. m. No Escape. i. watts. 
 
 In vain we seek for peace with God 
 
 By methods of our own ; 
 Nothing, O Saviour ! but thy blood 
 Can bring us near the throne. 
 
 2 The threatenings of the broken law 
 Impress the soul with dread : 
 
 If God his sword of vengeance draw, 
 It strikes the spirit dead. 
 
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 3 But thine illustrious sacrifice 
 Hath answered these demands ; 
 
 And peace and pardon from the skies 
 Are offered by thy hands. 
 
 5 'T is by thy death we live, O Lord ! 
 
 'T is on thy cross we rest ; 
 For ever be thy love adored, 
 
 Thy name for ever blessed. 
 
 OOI cm. " Sin Revived : I Died" I. watts. 
 
 Lord, how secure my conscience was, 
 And felt no inward dread ! 
 
 1 was alive without the law, 
 
 And thought my sins were dead. 
 
 2 My hopes of heaven were firm and bright ; 
 But since the precept came 
 
 With a convincing power and light, 
 I find how vile I am. 
 
 3 My guilt appeared but small before, 
 Till terribly I saw 
 
 How perfect, holy, just, and pure, 
 Was thine eternal law. 
 
 4 Then felt my soul the heavy load ; 
 My sins revived again : 
 
 I had provoked a dreadful God, 
 And all my hopes were slain. 
 
 5 My God, I cry with every breath 
 For some kind power to save, 
 
 To break the yoke of sin and death, 
 And thus redeem the slave. 
 
250 THE GOSPEL OF GRACE. 
 
 O O O c. m. "All Guilty." i. w 
 
 Vain are the hopes, the sons of men 
 On their own works have built ; 
 
 Their hearts, by nature, all unclean, 
 And all their actions, guilt. 
 
 2 Let Jew and Gentile stop their mouths, 
 Without a murmuring word ; 
 
 And the whole race of Adam stand 
 Guilty before the Lord. 
 
 3 Jesus ! how glorious is thy grace ;- 
 When in thy name we trust, 
 
 Our faith receives a righteousness, 
 That makes the sinner just. 
 
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 c. m. The Strait Way. I. w 
 
 Strait is the way, the door is strait, 
 That leads to joys on high ; 
 
 'T is but a few that find the gate, 
 While crowds mistake and die. 
 
 2 Beloved self must be denied, 
 The mind and will renewed, 
 
 Passion suppressed, and patience tried, 
 And vain desires subdued. 
 
 3 Lord ! can a feeble, helpless worm 
 
 Fulfill a task so hard? 
 Thy grace must all my work perform, 
 
 And give the free reward. 
 
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 The Soul Ruined. i. watts. 
 
 How sad our state by nature is ! 
 
 Our sin — how deep it stains ! 
 And Satan holds our captive minds 
 
 Fast in his slavish chains. 
 
 2 But there 's a voice of sovereign grace, 
 Sounds from the sacred w T ord; 
 
 " Ho ! ye despairing sinners, come, 
 And trust a pardoning Lord." 
 
 3 My soul obeys the almighty call, 
 And runs to this relief; 
 
 I would believe thy promise, Lord : 
 Oh, help my unbelief ! 
 
 4 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm, 
 On thy kind arms I fall ; 
 
 Be thou my Strength and Righteousness, 
 My Saviour and my All. 
 
 391 
 
 Utter Helplessness. I. wat 
 
 Not all the outward forms on earth, 
 
 Nor rites that God has given, 
 Nor wall of man, nor blood, nor birth, 
 
 Can raise a soul to heaven. 
 
 2 The sovereign will of God alone 
 Creates us heirs of grace ; 
 
 Born in the image of his Son, 
 A new, peculiar race. 
 
 3 The Spirit, like some heavenly wind, 
 Breathes on the sons of flesh, 
 
 New-models all the carnal mind, 
 And forms the man afresh. 
 
252 THE GOSPEL OF GRACE. 
 
 4 Our quickened souls awake and rise 
 From the long sleep of death ; 
 
 On heavenly things we fix our eyes, 
 And praise employs our breath. 
 
 f ) fJ w l. m. The Narrow Path. i. wai 
 
 Broad is the road that leads to death, 
 And thousands walk together there ; 
 
 But wisdom shows a narrow path, 
 With here and there a traveler. 
 
 2 " Deny thyself and take thy cross,"— 
 Is the Redeemer's great command : 
 
 Nature must count her gold but dross, 
 If she would gain this heavenly land. 
 
 3 The fearful soul that tires and faints, 
 And walks the ways of God no more, 
 
 Is but esteemed almost a saint, 
 
 And makes his own destruction sure. 
 
 4 Lord ! let not all my hopes be vain : 
 Create my heart entirely new ; 
 
 Which hypocrites could ne'er attain, 
 Which false apostates never knew. 
 
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 "One Thing Needful." s. medley. 
 
 Jesus, engrave it on my heart, 
 That thou the one thing needful art ; 
 
 1 could from all things parted be, 
 But never, never, Lord, from thee. 
 
 2 Needful is thy most precious blood, 
 To reconcile my soul to God ; 
 Needful is thy indulgent care ; 
 Needful thy all-prevailing prayer. 
 
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 man's lost condition. 253 
 
 3 Needful art thou, my guide, my stay, 
 Through all life's dark and weary way ; 
 Nor less in death thou Tt needful be, 
 To bring my spirit home to thee. 
 
 4 Then needful still, my God, my King, 
 Thy name eternally I '11 sing ! 
 
 Glory and praise be ever his, — 
 The one thing needful Jesus is ! 
 
 S. M. Pardon and Purity. B. beddoms. 
 
 Can sinners hope for heaven, 
 
 Who love this world so well ? 
 Or dream of future happiness, 
 
 While on the road to hell ? 
 
 2 Shall they hosannas sing, 
 With an unhallowed tongue ? 
 
 Shall palms adorn the guilty hand 
 Which does its neighbor wrong ? 
 
 3 Thy grace, O God, alone, 
 Good hope can e'er afford ! 
 
 The pardoned and the pure shall see 
 The glory of the Lord. 
 
 5. m. " All Downward." I. watts. 
 
 Like sheep we went astray, 
 
 And broke the fold of God — 
 Each wandering in a different way, 
 But all the downward road. 
 
 2 How dreadful was the hour, 
 When God our wanderings laid, 
 
 And did at once his vengeance pour 
 Upon the Shepherd's Tiead ! 
 
254 THE GOSPEL OF GRACE. 
 
 3 How glorious was the grace, 
 When Christ sustained the stroke ! 
 
 His life and blood the Shepherd pays, 
 A ransom for the flock. 
 
 4 But God shall raise his head 
 O'er all the sons of men, 
 
 And make him see a numerous seed, 
 To recompense his pain. 
 
 Ot/O s. m. "Jesus Only." h. bonar. 
 
 Not what these hands have done 
 
 Can save this guilty soul : 
 Xot what this toiling flesh has borne 
 
 Can make my spirit whole. 
 
 2 Not what I feel or do 
 
 Can give me peace with God; 
 Xot all my prayers, and sighs, and tears, 
 Can bear my awful load. 
 
 3 Thy work alone, O Christ, 
 Can ease this weight of sin ; 
 
 Thy blood alone, O Lamb of God, 
 Can give me peace within. 
 
 0»J I s. if. Probation. c. wesley. 
 
 A charge to keep I have, 
 
 A God to glorify, 
 A never-dying soul to save, 
 
 And fit it for the sky. 
 
 2 To serve the present age, 
 
 My calling to fulfill; 
 Oh, may it all my powers engage 
 
 To do my Master's will. 
 
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 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. 
 
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 Zech. 13 : 1. w. cow per. 
 
 There is a fountain filled with blood, 
 
 Drawn from Immanuel's veins ; 
 And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, 
 
 Lose all their guilty stains. 
 
 2 The dying thief rejoiced to see 
 That fountain in his day ; 
 
 And there may I, though vile as he, 
 Wash all my sins away. 
 
 3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood 
 Shall never lose its power, 
 
 Till all the ransomed church of God 
 Be saved to sin no more. 
 
 4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream 
 Thy flowing wounds supply, 
 
 Redeeming love has been my theme, 
 And shall be, till I die. 
 
 5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song, 
 I '11 sing thy power to save, 
 
 When this poor lisping, stammering tongue 
 Lies silent in the grave. 
 
256 THE GOSPEL OF GRACE. 
 
 OtJtJ c. m. The Gospel. s. medley. 
 
 Oh, what amazing words of grace 
 
 Are in the gospel found, 
 Suited to every sinner's case 
 
 Who hears the joyful sound ! 
 
 2 Come, then, with all your wants and wounds ; 
 Your every burden bring ; 
 
 Here love, unchanging love, abounds, — 
 A deep celestial spring. 
 
 3 This spring with living water flows, 
 And heavenly joy imparts : 
 
 Come, thirsty souls ! your wants disclose 
 And drink, with thankful hearts. 
 
 TTv/U c. m. " Amazing Grace." J. NEWTON. 
 
 Amazing grace ! how sweet the sound 
 That saved a wretch like me ! 
 
 1 once was lost, but now am found — 
 Was blind, but now I see. 
 
 2 'T was 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 ; 
 
 'T is grace hath brought me safe thus far, 
 And grace will lead me home. 
 
 4 Yea — when this flesh and heart shall fail, 
 And mortal life shall cease, 
 
 I shall possess, within the vail, 
 A life of joy and peace. 
 
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 5 The earth shall soon dissolve like snow, 
 
 The sun forbear to shine; 
 But God, who called me here below, 
 
 Will be for ever mine. 
 
 tI'1 cm. "Salvation." I. watts. 
 
 Salvation ! — oh, the joyful sound ! 
 
 'Tis pleasure to our ears ; 
 A sovereign balm for every wound, 
 
 A cordial for our fears. 
 
 2 Buried in sorrow and in sin, 
 At hell's dark door we lay; — 
 
 But we arise by grace divine, 
 To see a heavenly day. 
 
 3 Salvation ! — let the echo fly 
 The spacious earth around ; 
 
 While all the armies of the sky 
 Conspire to raise the sound. 
 
 ttU^ i2s. " Flee for Life" R. burdsall. 
 
 The voice of free grace cries, Escape to the mountain, 
 For Adam's lost race Christ hath opened a fountain ; 
 For sin and uncleanness, and every transgression, 
 His blood flows most freely in streams of salvation. 
 
 Hallelujah to the Lamb, who hath purchased our 
 pardon, 
 
 We '11 praise him again, when we pass over Jordan. 
 
 2 Ye souls that are wounded! oh, flee to the Saviour ! 
 He calls you in mercy, 't is infinite favor ; 
 Your sins are increasing, escape to the mountain — 
 His blood can remove them, it flows from the fountain. 
 Hallelujah to the Lamb, etc. 
 17 
 
258 THE GOSPEL OF GRACE. 
 
 3 With joy shall we stand when escaped to the shore ; 
 With harps in our hands we will praise him the more ! 
 We '11 range the sweet plains on the banks of the river, 
 And sing of salvation for ever and ever ! 
 
 Hallelujah to the Lamb, etc. 
 
 403 
 
 1 To Save the Lost." e. c. clephane. 
 
 There were ninety and nine that safely lay 
 
 In the shelter of the fold, 
 But one was out on the hills away, 
 
 Far off from the gates of gold — 
 Away on the mountains wild and bare, 
 Away from the tender Shepherd's care. 
 
 2 " Lord, thou hast here thy ninety and nine : 
 Are they not enough for thee ? " 
 
 But the Shepherd made answer : " This of mine 
 
 Has wandered away from me : 
 And although the road be rough and steep 
 I go to the desert to find my sheep." 
 
 3 But none of the ransomed ever knew 
 How deep were the waters crossed ; 
 
 Nor how dark was the night that the Lord passed 
 Ere he found his sheep that was lost ; [through 
 Out in the desert he heard its cry — 
 'T was helpless and sick, and ready to die. 
 
 4 But all through the mountains, thunder-riven, 
 And up from the rocky steep, 
 
 There rose a cry to the gate of heaven, 
 " Rejoice ! I have found my sheep! " 
 And the angels echoed around the throne, 
 " Rejoice, for the Lord brings back his own ! " 
 
THE ATONEMENT. 259 
 
 t:\Jt: l. m. Loving-kindness. s. medley. 
 
 Awake, my soul, to grateful lays, 
 And sing thy great Redeemer's praise ; 
 He justly claims a song from me : 
 His loving-kindness, oh, how free ! 
 
 2 He saw me ruined in the fall, 
 Yet loved me, notwithstanding 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 ! 
 
 4 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud, 
 Has gathered thick and thundered loud, 
 He near my soul has always stood : 
 His loving-kindness, oh, how good ! 
 
 ~£\JD h. m. Our Surety. c. vvesley. 
 
 Arise, my soul, arise ! 
 
 Shake off thy guilty fears ; 
 The bleeding Sacrifice 
 In my behalf appears ; 
 Before the throne my Surety stands : 
 My name is written on his hands. 
 
 2 He ever lives above, 
 
 For me to intercede, 
 
 His all-redeeming love, 
 
 His precious blood to plead ; 
 His blood atoned for all our race, 
 And sprinkles now the throne of grace. 
 
260 THE GOSPEL OF GRACE. 
 
 3 My God is reconciled ; 
 
 His pardoning voice I hear; 
 He owns me for his child ; 
 I can no longer fear ; 
 With confidence I now draw nigh, 
 And Father, Abba, Father, cry. 
 
 ~rUt) h. m. Year of Jubilee. c. v 
 
 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 is come; 
 Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 
 
 3 Extol the Lamb of God, 
 The all-atoning Lamb ; 
 
 Redemption in his blood 
 
 Throughout the world proclaim : 
 The year of jubilee is come; 
 Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 
 
 407 
 
 c. m. d. " The Seamless Robe :" I. 
 
 Awake, my heart, arise, my tongue, 
 
 Prepare a tuneful voice ; 
 In God, the life of all my joys 
 
 Aloud will I rejoice. 
 
408 
 
 THE ATONEMENT. 261 
 
 'T is he adorned my naked soul, 
 
 And made salvation mine ; 
 Upon a poor, polluted worm, 
 
 He makes his graces shine. 
 
 2 And lest the shadow of a spot 
 Should on my soul be found, 
 
 He took the robe the Saviour wrought, 
 
 And cast it all around. 
 How far the heavenly robe exceeds 
 
 What earthly princes wear ! 
 These ornaments, how bright they shine ! 
 
 How white the garments are ! 
 
 3 The Spirit wrought my faith and love, 
 And hope and every grace; 
 
 But Jesus spent his life to work 
 
 The robe of righteousness. 
 Strangely, my soul, art thou arrayed, 
 
 By the great sacred Three ; 
 In sweetest harmony of praise, 
 
 Let all thy powers agree. 
 
 c. m. " Jesus Died for Me" w. h. bathurst. 
 
 Great God, when I approach thy throne, 
 
 And all thy glory see ; 
 This is my stay, and this alone, 
 
 That Jesus died for me. 
 
 2 How can a soul condemned to die, 
 Escape the just decree ? 
 
 Helpless, and full of sin am I, 
 But Jesus died for me. 
 
 3 Burdened with sin's oppressive chain, 
 Oh, how can I get free ? 
 
 No peace can all my efforts gain, 
 But Jesus died for me. 
 
262 THE GOSPEL OF GRACE. 
 
 4 And Lord, when I behold thy face, 
 This must be all my plea; 
 
 Save me by thy almighty grace, 
 For Jesus died for me. 
 
 409 
 
 Divine Compassion. a. Steele. 
 
 Jesus, — and didst thou leave the sky, 
 To bear our griefs and woes ? 
 And didst thou bleed, and groan and die, 
 For thy rebellious foes ? 
 
 2 Well might the heavens with wonder view 
 A love so strange as thine ! 
 
 No thought of angels ever knew 
 Compassion so divine ! 
 
 3 Is there a heart that will not bend 
 To thy divine control ? 
 
 Descend, O sovereign love, descend, 
 And melt that stubborn soul. 
 
 4 Oh ! may our willing hearts confess 
 Thy sweet, thy gentle sway ; 
 
 Glad captives of thy matchless grace, 
 Thy righteous rule obey. 
 
 4:1U p.m. The Debt Paid. e. m. hall. 
 
 I hear the Saviour say, 
 
 Thy strength indeed is small; 
 Child of weakness, watch and pray, 
 Find in me thine all in all. 
 
 Cho. — Jesus paid it all, 
 
 All to him I owe ; 
 Sin had left a crimson stain ; 
 He washed it white as snow. 
 
THE ATONEMENT. 263 
 
 2 Lord, now indeed I find 
 Thy power, and thine alone, 
 
 Can change the leper's spots, 
 And melt the heart of stone. — Cho. 
 
 3 For nothing good have I 
 Whereby thy grace to claim — 
 
 I '11 wash my garment white 
 
 In the blood of Calvary's Lamb. — Cho. 
 
 4 When from my dying bed 
 My ransomed soul shall rise, 
 
 Then " Jesus paid it all " 
 
 Shall rend the vaulted skies. — Cho. 
 
 5 And when before the throne 
 I stand in him complete, 
 
 I '11 lay my trophies down, 
 All down at Jesus' feet. — Cho. 
 
 411 
 
 " Atoning Blood" l. hartsough. 
 
 1 hear thy welcome voice, 
 That calls me, Lord, to thee, 
 
 For cleansing in thy precious blood, 
 That flowed on Calvary. 
 
 Cho. — I am coming, Lord ! 
 
 Coming now to thee ; 
 Wash me, cleanse me, in the blood 
 That flowed on Calvary ! 
 
 2 Though coming weak and vile, 
 Thou dost my strength assure ; 
 
 Thou dost my vileness fully cleanse, 
 Till spotless all, and pure. — Cho. 
 
264 THE GOSPEL OF GRACE. 
 
 3 'T is Jesus calls me on 
 To perfect faith and love, 
 
 To perfect hope, and peace, and trust, 
 For earth and heaven above. — Cho. 
 
 4 All hail ! atoning blood ! 
 All hail ! redeeming grace ! 
 
 All hail ! the gift of Christ, our Lord, 
 Our Strength and Righteousness. — Cho. 
 
 412 
 
 7s, 6 1. " Come and Welcome. " T. haweis. 
 
 From the cross uplifted high, 
 Where the Saviour deigns to die, 
 What melodious sounds we hear, 
 Bursting on the ravished ear ! — 
 " Love's redeeming work is done — 
 Come and welcome, sinner, come ! 
 
 2 " Sprinkled now with blood the throne — 
 Why beneath thy burdens groan ? 
 
 On my pierced body laid, 
 Justice owns the ransom paid — 
 Bow the knee, and kiss the Son — 
 Come and welcome, sinner, come ! 
 
 3 " Spread for thee, the festal board 
 See with richest bounty stored ; 
 
 To thy P'ather's bosom pressed, 
 Thou shalt be a child confessed, 
 Never from his house to roam ; 
 Come and welcome, sinner, come ! 
 
 4 " Soon the days of life shall end — 
 Lo, I come — your Saviour, Friend ! 
 Safe your spirit to convey 
 
 To the realms of endless day, 
 
 Up to my eternal home — 
 
 Come and welcome, sinner, come ! " 
 
THE ATONEMENT. 265 
 
 4: 1 O 7s, 6s, d. The Story of the Cross. k. hankey. 
 
 Tell me the old, old story 
 
 Of unseen things above, 
 Of Jesus and his glory, 
 
 Of Jesus and his love. 
 Tell me the story simply, 
 
 As to a little child, 
 For I am weak and weary, 
 
 And helpless and denied. 
 
 CHO. — Tell me the old, old story, 
 Tell me the old, old story, 
 Tell me the old, old story, 
 Of Jesus and his love. 
 
 2 Tell me the story slowly, 
 That I may take it in — 
 
 That wonderful Redemption, 
 
 God's remedy for sin ! 
 Tell me the story often, 
 
 For I forget so soon ! 
 The " early dew " of morning 
 
 Has passed away at noon ! — Cho. 
 
 3 Tell me the story softly, 
 With earnest tones and grave ; 
 
 Remember ! I 'm the sinner 
 
 Whom Jesus came to save. 
 Tell me that story always, 
 
 If you would really be, 
 In any time of trouble, 
 
 A comforter to me. — Cho. 
 
 4 Tell me the same old story, 
 When you have cause to fear 
 
 That this world's empty glory 
 Is costing me too dear. 
 
266 THE GOSPEL OF GRACE. 
 
 Yes, and when that world's glory 
 
 Is drawing on my soul, 
 Tell me the old, old story : 
 
 " Christ Jesus makes thee whole. " — Cho. 
 
 414 
 
 7s, 6s, d. The Old, Old Story, k. h an key. 
 
 1 love to tell the story 
 Of unseen things above, 
 
 Of Jesus and his glory, 
 
 Of Jesus and his love. 
 . I love to tell the story, 
 
 Because I know 't is true ; 
 It satisfies my longings 
 
 As nothing else can do. 
 
 Cho. — I love to tell the story, 
 
 'T will be my theme in glory, 
 To tell the old, old story 
 Of Jesus and his love. 
 
 2 I love to tell the story ; 
 'T is pleasant to repeat 
 
 What seems each time I tell it, 
 
 More wonderfully sweet. 
 I love to tell the story ; 
 
 For some have never heard 
 The message of salvation, 
 
 From God's own holy word. — Cho. 
 
 3 I love to tell the story ; 
 For those who know it best 
 
 Seem hungering and thirsting 
 
 To hear it like the rest. 
 And when, in scenes of glory, 
 
 I sing the New, New Song, 
 'T will be the Old, Old Story 
 
 That I have loved so long. — Cho. 
 
415 
 
 THE GOSPEL: — INVITATIONS. 267 
 
 7s, 6s, d. Jesus' Cross. anon. 
 
 I saw the cross of Jesus, 
 
 When burdened with my sin ; 
 I sought the cross of Jesus, 
 To give me peace within; 
 I brought my soul to Jesus, 
 He cleansed it in his blood ; 
 And in the cross of Jesus 
 I found my peace with God. 
 
 Cho. — No righteousness, no merit, 
 No beauty can I plead ; 
 Yet in the cross I glory, 
 My title there I read. 
 
 2 Sweet is the cross of Jesus ! 
 
 There let my weary heart 
 Still rest in peace unshaken, 
 
 Till with him, ne'er to part ; 
 And then in strains of glory 
 
 I '11 sing his wondrous power, 
 Where sin can never enter, 
 
 And death is known no more. 
 
 Cho. — I love the cross of Jesus, 
 It tells me what I am ; 
 A vile and guilty creature, 
 Saved only through the Lamb. 
 
 tc 1 O s. m. Weeping for Sinners. b. beddome. 
 
 Did Christ o'er sinners weep, 
 
 And shall our cheeks be dry ? 
 Let floods of penitential grief 
 
 Burst forth from every eye. 
 
268 THE GOSPEL: — INVITATIONS. 
 
 2 The Son of God in tears 
 Angels with wonder see ; 
 
 Be thou astonished, O my soul ! 
 He shed those tears for thee. 
 
 3 He wept that we might weep ; 
 Each sin demands a tear : 
 
 In heaven alone no sin is found, 
 And there 's no weeping there. 
 
 4 J. ( s. M. The Call of Love. a. b. hyde. 
 
 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. 
 
 tIO s. m. TJie A ccepted Time. j. dobell. 
 
 Now IS the accepted time, 
 
 Now is the day of grace ; 
 O sinners ! come, without delay, 
 
 And seek the Saviour's face. 
 
 2 Now is the accepted time, 
 The Saviour calls to-day ; 
 
 To-morrow it may be too late ; — 
 Then why should you delay ? 
 
THE GOSPEL: — INVITATIONS. 269 
 
 3 Now is the accepted time, 
 The gospel bids you come ; 
 
 And every promise in his word 
 Declares there yet is room. 
 
 4 Lord, draw reluctant souls, 
 And feast them with thy love ; 
 
 Then will the angels spread their wings 
 And bear the news above. 
 
 "tit/ cm. The Prodigal Son. t. Hastings. 
 
 Return, O wanderer, to thy home, 
 
 Thy Father calls for thee : 
 No longer now an exile roam 
 In guilt and misery. 
 
 2 Return, O wanderer, to thy home, 
 Thy Saviour calls for thee : 
 
 " The Spirit and the Bride say, Come ; " 
 Oh, now for refuge flee ! 
 
 3 Return, O wanderer, to thy home, 
 'T is madness to delay : 
 
 There are no pardons in the tomb ; 
 And brief is mercy's day ! 
 
 Tc^jU c. m. Esther 4: 16. e. jokes. 
 
 Come, trembling sinner, in whose breast 
 
 A thousand thoughts revolve ; 
 Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed, 
 
 And make this last resolve : — 
 
 2 " I '11 go to Jesus, though my sins 
 Like mountains round me close ; 
 
 I know his courts, I '11 enter in, 
 Whatever may oppose. 
 
270 THE GOSPEL: — INVITATIONS. 
 
 3 " Prostrate I '11 lie before his throne, 
 And there my guilt confess ; 
 
 I '11 tell him I 'm a wretch undone, 
 Without his sovereign grace. 
 
 4 " Perhaps he will admit my plea, 
 Perhaps will hear my prayer ; 
 
 But if I perish, I will pray, 
 And perish only there. 
 
 5 " I can but perish if I go ; 
 I am resolved to try ; 
 
 For if I stay away, I know 
 I must for ever die." 
 
 421 
 
 " At the Door " j. grigg. 
 
 Behold a Stranger at the door ! 
 He gently knocks, has knocked before, 
 Has waited long, is waiting still ; 
 You treat no other friend so ill. 
 
 2 Oh, lovely attitude ! he stands 
 With melting heart and laden hands ; 
 Oh, matchless kindness ! and he shows 
 This matchless kindness to his foes. 
 
 3 But will he prove a friend indeed ? 
 He will, the very friend you need — 
 The Friend of sinners ; yes, 't is he, 
 With garments dyed on Calvary. 
 
 4 Rise, touched with gratitude divine, 
 Turn out his enemy and thine, 
 
 That soul-destroying monster, sin, 
 And let the heavenly Stranger in. 
 
THE GOSPEL : — INVITATIONS. 271 
 
 ^T.AZ l. M. " God Calling Yet" J. borthwick. 
 
 God calling yet ! shall I not hear ? 
 Earth's pleasures shall I still hold dear ? 
 Shall life's swift passing years all fly, 
 And still my soul in slumber lie ? 
 
 2 God calling yet ! shall I not rise ? 
 Can I his loving voice despise, 
 And basely his kind care repay ? 
 He calls me still ; can I delay ? 
 
 3 God calling yet ! and shall I give 
 Xo heed, but still in bondage live ? 
 I wait, but he does not forsake ; 
 
 He 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 mv heart. 
 
 423 
 
 One Thing Needful. P. doddridge. 
 Why will ye waste on trifling cares 
 That life which God's compassion spares, 
 While, in the various range of thought, 
 The one thing needful is forgot ? 
 
 2 Shall God invite you from above ? 
 Shall Jesus urge his dying love ? 
 
 Shall troubled conscience give you pain ? 
 And all these pleas unite in vain ? 
 
 3 Xot so your eyes will always view 
 Those objects which you now pursue ; 
 Xot so will heaven and hell appear, 
 When death's decisive hour is near. 
 
272 THE GOSPEL: — INVITATIONS. 
 
 4 Almighty God ! thy grace impart ; 
 Fix deep conviction on each heart : 
 Nor let us waste on trifling cares 
 That life which thy compassion spares. 
 
 4:^4: l. m. " Why not To-night?" MRS. E. reed. 
 
 Oh, do not let the word depart, 
 
 And close thine eyes against the light ; 
 Poor sinner, harden not thy heart: 
 
 Thou wouldst be saved ; why not to-night ? 
 
 2 To-morrow's sun may never rise 
 To bless thy long-deluded sight ; 
 
 This is the time ; oh, then be wise ! 
 
 Thou wouldst be saved ; why not to-night ? 
 
 3 Our God in pity lingers still ; 
 
 And wilt thou thus his love requite ? 
 Renounce at length thy stubborn will : 
 
 Thou wouldst be saved ; why not to-night ? 
 
 4 Our blessed Lord refuses none 
 Who would to him their souls unite ; 
 
 Then be the work of grace begun : 
 
 Thou wouldst be saved ; why not to-night ? 
 
 4:^0 7s, d. Ezekiel 33: II. C.WESLEY. 
 
 Sinners, turn, why will ye die ? 
 God, your Maker, asks you — Why ? 
 God, who did your being give, 
 Made you with himself to live ; 
 He the fatal cause demands, 
 Asks the work of his own hands, — 
 Why, ye thankless creatures, why 
 Will ye cross his love, and die ? 
 
THE GOSPEL: — INVITATIONS. 273 
 
 2 Sinners, turn, why will ye die ? 
 God, your Saviour, asks you — Why? 
 He who did your souls retrieve, 
 Died himself that ye might live. 
 Will ye let him die in vain ? 
 Crucify your Lord again ? 
 
 Why, ye ransomed sinners, why 
 W r ill ye slight his grace, and die ? 
 
 3 Sinners, turn, why will ye die ? 
 God, the Spirit, asks you — Why ? 
 He, who all your lives hath strove, 
 Urged you to embrace his love : 
 Will ye not his grace receive ? 
 Will ye still refuse to live ? 
 
 Why, ye long-sought sinners ! why 
 Will ye grieve your God, and die ? 
 
 ^ljuK) 7s. "Whosoever Will." a. l. barbauld. 
 
 Come, said Jesus' sacred voice, 
 
 Come, and make my paths your choice ; 
 
 1 will guide you to your home, 
 Weary pilgrim, hither come ! 
 
 2 Thou who, houseless, sole, forlorn, 
 Long hast borne the proud world's scorn, 
 Long hast roamed the barren waste, 
 Weary pilgrim, hither haste. 
 
 3 Ye who, tossed on beds of pain, 
 Seek for ease, but seek in vain ; 
 Ye, by fiercer anguish torn, 
 
 In remorse for guilt who mourn ; — 
 18 
 
274 THE GOSPEL: — INVITATIONS. 
 
 4 Hither come ! for here is found 
 Balm that flows for every wound, 
 Peace that ever shall endure, 
 Rest eternal, sacred, sure. 
 
 ~fc^ • us. " Why Will Ye Die?" j. hopkins. 
 
 Oh, turn ye, oh, turn ye, for why will ye die, 
 When God in great mercy is coming so nigh ? 
 Now Jesus invites you, the Spirit says, Come, 
 And angels are waiting to welcome you home. 
 
 2 In riches, in pleasures, what can you obtain, 
 To soothe your affliction, or banish your pain ? 
 To bear up your spirit when summoned to die, 
 Or waft you to mansions of glory on high ? 
 
 3 And now Christ is ready your souls to receive, 
 Oh, how can you question, if you will believe ? 
 If sin is your burden, why will you not come ? 
 'Tis you he bids welcome; he bids you come home. 
 
 4^0 us. "I Made Haste" T. Hastings. 
 
 Delay not, delay not, O sinner, draw near, 
 
 The waters of life are now flowing for thee ; 
 No price is demanded, the Saviour is here ; 
 
 Redemption is purchased, salvation is free. 
 
 2 Delay not, delay not, O sinner, to come, 
 For Mercy still lingers and calls thee to-day : 
 
 Her voice is not heard in the vale of the tomb ; 
 Her message unheeded will soon pass away. 
 
 3 Delay not, delay not, the Spirit of grace, 
 
 Long grieved and resisted, may take his sad flight, 
 And leave thee in darkness to finish thy race, 
 To sink in the gloom of eternity's night. 
 
THE GOSPEL: — INVITATIONS. 275 
 
 4 Delay not, delay not, the hour is at hand, 
 
 The earth shall dissolve and the heavens shall fade, 
 
 The dead, small and great, in the judgment shall 
 stand ; 
 What power then, O sinner, will lend thee its aid ! 
 
 Q:j£*J iis. " Acquaint Thyself" knox. 
 
 Acquaint thyself quickly, O sinner, with God, 
 And joy, like the sunshine, shall beam on thy road, 
 And peace, like the dew-drop, shall fall on thy head, 
 And sleep, like an angel, shall visit thy bed. 
 
 2 Acquaint thyself quickly, O sinner, with God, 
 And he shall be with thee when fears are abroad ; 
 Thy Safeguard in danger that threatens thy path ; 
 Thy Joy in the valley and shadow of death. 
 
 tOU p.m. " No Other Name." r. lowry. 
 
 Weeping will not save me — 
 Though my face were bathed in tears, 
 That could not allay my fears, 
 Could not wash the sins of years, — 
 
 Weeping will not save me. 
 
 Cho. — Jesus wept and died for me ; 
 Jesus suffered on the tree : 
 Jesus waits to make me free ; 
 He alone can save me. 
 
 2 Working will not save me — 
 Purest deeds that I can do, 
 Honest thought and feelings, too, 
 Cannot form my soul anew, — 
 
 Working will not save me. — Cho. 
 
276 THE GOSPEL: — INVITATIONS. 
 
 3 Waiting will not save me — 
 Helpless, guilty, lost, I lie ; 
 
 In my ear is mercy's cry ; 
 If I wait I can but die — 
 
 Waiting will not save me. — Cho. 
 
 4 Faith in Christ will save me — 
 Let me trust thy weeping Son ; 
 Trust the work that he has done ; 
 To his arms, Lord, help me run — 
 
 Faith in Christ will save me. — Cho. 
 
 4rO -L us, ios. "Here Speaks the Comforter." t. moore. 
 Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish : 
 
 Come to the mercy-seat, fervently kneel ; [guish ; 
 Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your an- 
 
 Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal. 
 
 2 Joy of the comfortless, light of the straying, 
 Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure ; 
 
 Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying — 
 Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure. 
 
 3 Here see the Bread of Life ; see waters flowing 
 Forth from the throne of God, pure from above ; 
 
 Come to the feast of love : come, ever knowing 
 Earth has no sorrow but heaven can remove. 
 
 Ttt)^ 8s, 7s, 4s. "Ho, Ye Needy /" j. hart. 
 
 Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched, 
 Weak and wounded, sick and sore, 
 Jesus ready stands to save you, 
 Full of pity, love, and power. 
 
 He is able, 
 He is willing, doubt no more. 
 
THE GOSPEL: — INVITATIONS. 277 
 
 2 Ho, ye needy ; come, and welcome ; 
 God's free bounty glorify ! 
 
 True belief and true repentance, 
 Every grace that brings us nigh, 
 
 Without money, 
 Come to Jesus Christ, and buy. 
 
 3 Let not conscience make you linger, 
 Nor of fitness fondly dream ; 
 
 All the fitness he requireth 
 Is to feel your need of him ; 
 
 This he gives you ; 
 'T is the Spirit's rising beam. 
 
 4 DO 8s, 7s. 4s. " Mercy's Call." j. allen. 
 
 Sinners, will you scorn the message, 
 
 Coming from the courts above ? 
 Mercy beams in every passage ; 
 Every line is full of love ; 
 
 Oh ! believe it, 
 Every line is full of love. 
 
 2 Now the heralds of salvation 
 Joyful news from heaven proclaim ! 
 
 Sinners freed from condemnation, 
 Through the all-atoning Lamb ! 
 
 Life receiving 
 Through the all-atoning Lamb ! 
 
 3 O ye angels, hovering round us, 
 Waiting spirits, speed your way ; 
 
 Haste ye to the court of heaven, 
 Tidings bear without delay : 
 
 Rebel sinners 
 Glad the message will obey. 
 
278 THE GOSPEL:— INVITATIONS. 
 
 tcOt: cm. " O/i, Amazing Love /" I. wat: 
 
 Plunged in a gulf of dark despair, 
 
 We wretched sinners lay, 
 Without one cheerful beam of hope, 
 
 Or spark of glimmering day. 
 
 2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace 
 Beheld our helpless grief; 
 
 He saw, and — oh, amazing love ! — 
 He ran to our relief. 
 
 3 Down from the shining seats above, 
 With joyful haste he fled, 
 
 Entered the grave in mortal flesh, 
 And dwelt among the dead. 
 
 4 Oh, for this love let rocks and hills 
 Their lasting silence break; 
 
 And all harmonious human tongues 
 The Saviour's praises speak. 
 
 5 Angels ! assist our mighty joys ; 
 Strike all your harps of gold ; 
 
 But, when you raise your highest notes, 
 His love can ne'er be told. 
 
 rcoO L. m. Psalm 136. 1. wat: 
 
 Give to our God immortal praise ; 
 Mercy and truth are all his ways ; 
 Wonders of grace to God belong ; 
 Repeat his mercies in your song. 
 
 2 He sent his Son, with power to save 
 From guilt, and darkness, and the grave : 
 Wonders of grace to God belong ; 
 Repeat his mercies in your song. 
 
THE GOSPEL: — INVITATIONS. 279. 
 
 3 Through this vain world he guides our feet, 
 
 And leads us to his heavenly seat ; 
 
 His mercies ever shall endure, 
 
 When this vain world shall be no more. 
 
 4t)0 c. m. "Ho/ Every One ." I. watts. 
 
 Let every mortal ear attend, 
 
 And every heart rejoice; 
 The trumpet of the gospel sounds, 
 
 With an inviting voice. 
 
 2 Ho ! all ye hungry, starving souls, 
 That feed upon the wind, 
 
 And vainly strive with earthly toys 
 To fill the immortal mind, — 
 
 3 Eternal wisdom has prepared 
 A soul-reviving feast, 
 
 And bids your longing appetites 
 The rich provision taste. 
 
 ttO • c. m. " Not to Condemn, but Save." i. watts. 
 Come, happy souls, approach your God 
 
 With new, melodious songs ; 
 Come, render to almighty grace 
 
 The tribute of your tongues. 
 
 2 So strange, so boundless was the love 
 That pitied dying men, 
 
 The Father sent his equal Son 
 To give them life again. 
 
 3 Thy hands, dear Jesus, were not armed 
 With an avenging rod, 
 
 No hard commission to perform 
 The vengeance of a God. 
 
280 THE GOSPEL :— INVITATIONS. 
 
 4 But all was merciful and mild, 
 And wrath forsook the throne, 
 
 When Christ on the kind errand came, 
 And brought salvation down. 
 
 5 See, dearest Lord, our willing souls 
 Accept thine offered grace ; 
 
 We bless the great Redeemer's love, 
 And give the Father praise. 
 
 400 L. m. " To Save Sinners." i. wat 
 
 Not to condemn the sons of men, 
 
 Did Christ, the Son of God, appear ; 
 No weapons in his hands are seen, 
 No flaming sword nor thunder there. 
 
 2 Such was the pity of our God, 
 He loved the race of man so well, 
 
 He sent his Son to bear our load 
 
 Of sins, and save our souls from hell. 
 
 3 Sinners, believe the Saviour's word ; 
 Trust in his mighty name, and live : 
 
 A thousand joys his lips afford, 
 
 His hands a thousand blessings give. 
 
 439 
 
 s. m. The Bride says. Cone. j. Montgomery. 
 
 Come to the land of peace ; 
 
 From shadows come away ; 
 Where all the sounds of weeping cease, 
 
 And storms no more have sway. 
 
THE GOSPEL: — INVITATIONS. 281 
 
 2 Fear hath no dwelling here ; 
 But pure repose and love 
 
 Breathe through the bright, celestial air 
 The spirit of the dove. 
 
 3 Come to the bright and blest, 
 Gathered from every land ; 
 
 For here thy soul shall find its rest, 
 Amid the shining band. 
 
 440 
 
 Jesus Calls. t. Hastings. 
 
 Drooping souls, no longer mourn, 
 
 Jesus still is precious ; 
 If to him you now return, 
 
 Heaven will be propitious ; 
 Jesus now is passing by, 
 
 Calling wanderers near him ; 
 Drooping souls, you need not die, 
 
 Go to him and hear him ! 
 
 2 He has pardons, full and free, 
 Drooping souls to gladden ; 
 
 Still he cries — " Come unto me, 
 
 Weary, heavy-laden ! " 
 Though your sins, like mountains high, 
 
 Rise, and reach to heaven, 
 Soon as you on him rely, 
 
 All shall be forgiven. 
 
 3 Precious is the Saviour's name, 
 Dear to all that love him ; 
 
 He to save the dying came ; — 
 Go to him and prove him ! 
 
282 THE GOSPEL: — INVITATIONS. 
 
 Wandering sinners, now return ; 
 
 Contrite souls, believe him ! 
 Jesus calls you, cease to mourn : 
 
 Worship him ; receive him. 
 
 TCTri. s. m. Spirit and Bride. h. u. onderdonk. 
 
 The Spirit, in our hearts, 
 
 Is whispering, " Sinner, come;" 
 The bride, the Church of Christ, proclaims, 
 
 To all his children, " Come ! " 
 
 2 Let him that heareth say- 
 To all about him, " Come ! " 
 
 Let him that thirsts for righteousness, 
 To Christ, the fountain, come ! 
 
 3 Yes, whosoever will, 
 Oh, let him freely come, 
 
 And freely drink the stream of life ; 
 'T is Jesus bids him come. 
 
 4 Lo ! Jesus, who invites, 
 Declares, " I quickly come; " 
 
 Lord, even so ; we wait thine hour ; 
 O blest Redeemer, come ! 
 
 ~E-r«^ l. m. Flee for Life. w. b. collyer. 
 
 Haste, traveler, haste ! the night comes on, 
 And many a shining hour is gone ; 
 The storm is gathering in the west, 
 And thou far off from home and rest. 
 
 2 The rising tempest sweeps the sky ; 
 The rains descend, the winds are high ; 
 The waters swell, and death and fear 
 Beset thy path, nor refuge near. 
 
THE GOSPEL : — INVITATIONS. 283 
 
 3 Oh, yet a shelter you may gain, 
 A covert from the wind and rain ; 
 A hiding-place, a rest, a home, 
 A refuge from the wrath to come ! 
 
 4 Then linger not in all the plain ; 
 Flee for thy life ; the mountain gain ; 
 Look not behind; make no delay; 
 Oh, speed thee, speed thee on thy way ! 
 
 44 O 7s. Winning Souls. w. hammond. 
 
 Would you win a soul to God ? 
 Tell him of a Saviour's blood, 
 Once for dying sinners spilt, 
 To atone for all their guilt. 
 
 2 Tell him — it was sovereign grace 
 Led thee first to seek his face ; 
 Made thee choose the better part, 
 Wrought salvation in thy heart. 
 
 3 Tell him of that liberty, 
 Wherewith Jesus makes thee free ! 
 Sweetly speak of sins forgiven, 
 Earnest of the joys of heaven. 
 
 444 
 
 l. m. " Only Knock." j. b. waterbury. 
 
 Infinite Love ! what precious stores 
 
 Thy mercy has prepared for us ! 
 The costliest gems, the richest ores 
 
 Could never have endowed us thus. 
 
284 THE GOSPEL: — REPENTANCE. 
 
 2 But thy soft hand, gracious Lord ! 
 Can draw from suffering souls the sting : 
 
 And thy rich bounty to our board 
 
 Can bread for hungering sinners bring. 
 
 3 How rich the grace ! the gift how free ! 
 'T is only ask — it shall be given ; 
 
 'T is only knock, and thou shalt see 
 The opening door that leads to heaven. 
 
 4 Oh ] then arise and take the good, 
 So full and freely proffered thee, 
 
 Remembering that it cost the blood 
 Of him who died on Calvary. 
 
 445 
 
 7s, 7s. A Fountain Opened, j. Montgomery. 
 Come to Calvary's holy mountain, 
 
 Sinners, ruined by the fall ! 
 Here a pure and healing fountain 
 
 Flows to you, to me, to all, — 
 In a full, perpetual tide, 
 Opened when our Saviour died. 
 
 2 Come, in sorrow and contrition, 
 Wounded, impotent, and blind! 
 
 Here the guilty, free remission, 
 
 Here the troubled, peace may find ; 
 Health this fountain will restore, 
 He that drinks shall thirst no more — 
 
 3 He that drinks shall live for ever ; 
 'T is a soul-renewing flood : 
 
 God is faithful ; God will never 
 Break his covenant in blood, 
 Signed when our Redeemer died, 
 Sealed when he was glorified. 
 
REPENTANCE UNTO LIFE. 285 
 
 44 O 8s, 5s. "Do Not Pass Me." f. c. van alstyne. 
 Pass me not, gentle Saviour, 
 
 Hear my humble cry ; 
 While on others thou art smiling, 
 
 Do not pass me by. 
 
 Cho. — Saviour, Saviour, hear my humble cry ; 
 While on others thou art calling, 
 Do not pass me by. 
 
 2 Let me at thy throne of mercy 
 Find a sweet relief; 
 
 Kneeling there in deep contrition, 
 Help my unbelief. — Cho. 
 
 3 Trusting only in thy merit, 
 Would I seek thy face ; 
 
 Heal my wounded, broken spirit, 
 Save me by thy grace. — Cho. 
 
 4 Thou, the Spring of all my comfort, 
 More than life to me, 
 
 Whom on earth have I beside thee, 
 Whom in heaven but thee ! — Cho. 
 
 44 I p.m. The Door of Mercy. u. l. bailey. 
 
 The mistakes of my life are many, 
 The sins of my heart are more, 
 
 And I scarce can see for weeping ; 
 But I knock at the open door. 
 
 Cho. — I know I am weak and sinful, 
 
 It comes to me more and more ; [come in, 
 But when the dear Saviour shall bid me 
 I '11 enter that open door. 
 
286 THE GOSPEL :— REPENTANCE. 
 
 2 I am lowest of those who love him, 
 I am weakest of those who pray : 
 
 But I come as he has bidden, 
 And he will not say me nay. — Cho. 
 
 3 My mistakes his free grace will cover 
 My sins he will wash away, 
 
 And the feet that shrink and falter, 
 
 Shall walk through the gate of day. — Cho. 
 
 448 
 
 ' Even Me " e. conder. 
 
 Lord, I hear of showers of blessing 
 Thou art scattering full and free ; 
 
 Showers the thirsty soul refreshing ; 
 Let some droppings fall on me ! 
 
 Ref. — Even me, even me, 
 
 Let some droppings fall on me ! 
 
 2 Pass me not, O gracious Father ! 
 Lost and sinful though I be ; 
 
 Thou might' st curse me, but the rather 
 Let thy mercy light on me. — Ref. 
 
 3 Have I long in sin been sleeping ? 
 Long been slighting, grieving thee ? 
 
 Has the world my heart been keeping ? 
 Oh ! forgive and rescue me ! — Ref. 
 
 4 Pass me not, O mighty Spirit ! 
 Thou canst make the blind to see ; 
 
 Testify of Jesus' merit, 
 
 Speak the word of peace to me. — Ref. 
 
REPENTANCE UNTO LIFE. 287 
 
 44y 7s, 61. The Melted Heart. j. borthwick. 
 
 Jesus, Sun of Righteousness, 
 
 Brightest beam of love divine, 
 With the early morning rays 
 
 Do thou on our darkness shine, 
 And dispel with purest light 
 All our night, — all our night. 
 
 2 Like the sun's reviving ray, 
 May thy love, with tender glow, 
 
 All our coldness melt away, 
 
 Warm and cheer us forth to go ; 
 Gladly serve thee and obey, 
 All the day, — all the day. 
 
 3 Thou, our only Life and Guide, 
 Never leave us nor forsake ; 
 
 In thy light may we abide 
 
 Till the eternal morning break ; 
 Moving on to Zion's hill, 
 Homeward still, — homeward still. 
 
 tOU 6s, 4s. "Jesus My All" f. c. van alstyne. 
 
 Lord, at thy mercy-seat 
 
 Humbly I fall; 
 Pleading thy promise sweet, 
 
 Lord, hear my call ; 
 Now let thy work begin, 
 Oh, make me pure within, 
 Cleanse me from every sin, 
 
 Jesus, my all. 
 
 2 Hark ! how the words of love 
 
 Tenderly fall, 
 Ere to the realms above, 
 
 Heard is my call ; 
 
288 THE GOSPEL :— REPENTANCE. 
 
 Now every doubt has flown, 
 Broken my heart of stone, 
 Lord, I am thine alone, 
 Jesus, my all. 
 
 3 Still at thy mercy-seat 
 
 Humbly I fall ; 
 Pleading the promise sweet, 
 
 Heard is my call. 
 Faith wings my soul to thee ; 
 This all my hope shall be, 
 Jesus has died for me, 
 
 Jesus, my all. 
 
 ttO JL 7s, 6 1. " Hearer of Prayer" j. conder. 
 
 O thou God who hearest prayer 
 Every hour and everywhere ! 
 For his sake, whose blood I plead, 
 Hear me in my hour of need : 
 Only hide not now thy face, 
 God of all-sufficient grace ! 
 
 2 Leave me not, my strength, my trust ; 
 Oh, remember I am dust : 
 
 Leave me not again to stray ; 
 Leave me not the tempter's prey : 
 Fix my heart on things above ; 
 Make me happy in thy love. 
 
 3 Hear and save me, gracious Lord ! 
 For my trust is in thy word; 
 Wash me from the stain of sin, 
 That thy peace may rule within : 
 May I know myself thy child, 
 Ransomed, pardoned, reconciled. 
 
REPENTANCE UNTO LIFE. 289 
 
 4D^ 7s, 6 1. Look and Live. a. m. toplady. 
 
 Surely Christ thy griefs hath borne, 
 Weeping soul, no longer mourn ; 
 View him bleeding on the tree, 
 Pouring out his life for thee : 
 There thy every sin he bore ; 
 Weeping soul, lament no more. 
 
 2 Weary sinner, keep thine eyes 
 On the atoning sacrifice : 
 There the incarnate Deity 
 Numbered with transgressors see ; 
 There his Father's absence mourns, 
 Nailed, and bruised, and crowned with thorns. 
 
 3 Cast thy guilty soul on him, 
 Find him mighty to redeem ; 
 At his feet thy burden lay, 
 Look thy doubts and cares away ; 
 Now by faith the Son embrace, 
 Plead his promise, trust his grace. 
 
 453 
 
 7s, 61. " Chief of Sinners" mccomb. 
 
 Chief of sinners though I be, 
 Jesus shed his blood for me ; 
 Died that I might live on high, 
 Died that I might never die ; 
 As the branch is to the vine, 
 
 1 am his and he is mine. 
 
 2 Oh, the height of Jesus' love ! 
 Higher than the heavens above, 
 Deeper than the depths of sea, 
 Lasting as eternity; 
 
 Love that found me, — wondrous thought !— 
 Found me when I sought him not ! 
 19 
 
290 THE GOSPEL: — REPENTANCE. 
 
 3 Chief of sinners though I be, 
 Christ is all in all to me ; 
 All my wants to him are known, 
 All my sorrows are his own ; 
 Safe with him from earthly strife, 
 He sustains my hidden life. 
 
 454 
 
 "Return." a. Steele. 
 
 O THOU, whose tender mercy hears 
 
 Contrition's humble sigh ; 
 Whose hand indulgent wipes the tears 
 
 From sorrow's weeping eye; — 
 
 2 See, Lord, before thy throne of grace, 
 A wretched wanderer mourn ; 
 
 Hast thou not bid me seek thy face ? 
 Hast thou not said— " Return? " 
 
 3 And shall my guilty fears prevail 
 To drive me from thy feet ? 
 
 Oh, let not this dear refuge fail, 
 This only safe retreat ! 
 
 4 Oh, shine on this benighted heart, 
 With beams of mercy shine ! 
 
 And let thy healing voice impart 
 The sense of joy divine. 
 
 455 
 
 c. m. " Remember Me" T. havveis. 
 
 O thou, from whom all goodness flows, 
 
 I lift my soul to thee; 
 In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes, 
 
 O Lord, remember me ! 
 
REPENTANCE UNTO LIFE. 291 
 
 2 When on my aching, burdened heart 
 My sins lie heavily, 
 
 Thy pardon grant, new peace impart ; 
 Thus, Lord, remember me ! 
 
 3 When trials sore obstruct my way, 
 And ills I cannot flee, 
 
 Oh, let my strength be as my day — 
 Dear Lord, remember me ! 
 
 4 When in the solemn hour of death 
 I wait thy just decree : 
 
 Be this the prayer of my last breath: 
 Now, Lord, remember me ! 
 
 4:Ol5 l. m. "Be Merciful, O God" c. elven. 
 
 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 Nor alms, nor deeds that I have done, 
 Can for a single sin atone ; 
 
 To Calvary alone I flee : 
 O God, be merciful to me ! 
 
 4 And when, redeemed from sin and hell, 
 With all the ransomed throng I dwell, 
 My raptured song shall ever be, 
 
 God hath been merciful to me ! 
 
292 THE GOSPEL: — REPENTANCE. 
 
 tOI l. m. "Lamb of God" c. elliot 
 
 Just as I am, without one plea, 
 But that thy blood was shed for me, 
 And that thou bid'st me come to thee, 
 O Lamb of God, I come ! 
 
 2 Just as I am, and waiting not 
 To rid my soul of one dark blot, 
 
 To thee whose blood can cleanse each spot, 
 O Lamb of God, I come ! 
 
 3 Just as I am, though tossed about 
 With many a conflict, many a doubt, 
 Fightings within, and fears without, 
 
 O Lamb of God, I come ! 
 
 4 Just as I am — thou wilt receive, 
 Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve ; 
 Because thy promise I believe, 
 
 O Lamb of God, I come ! 
 
 5 Just as I am — thy love unknown 
 Hath broken every barrier down ; 
 Now, to be thine, yea, thine alone, 
 
 O Lamb of God, I come ! 
 
 458 
 
 7s, 6s, 8s. "My Heart of Stone." c. we 
 
 Jesus, let thy pitying eye 
 
 Call back a wandering sheep ; 
 False to thee, like Peter, I 
 
 Would fain like Peter weep ! 
 Let me be by grace restored, 
 
 On me be all long-suffering shown, 
 Turn, and look upon me, Lord, 
 
 And break my heart of stone. 
 
REPENTANCE UNTO LIFE. 293 
 
 2 Saviour, Prince, enthroned above, 
 
 Repentance to impart, 
 Give me, through thy dying love, 
 
 The humble, contrite heart : 
 Give what I have long implored, 
 
 A portion of thy grief unknown ; 
 Turn, and look upon me, Lord ! 
 
 And break my heart of stone. 
 
 459 
 
 p. m. " Near tJte Cross," f. c. van alstyne. 
 
 Jesus, keep me near the Cross ; 
 
 There a precious fountain, 
 Free to all, a healing stream, 
 
 Flows from Calvary's mountain. 
 
 Cho. — In the Cross, in the Cross, 
 Be my glory ever, 
 Till my raptured soul shall find 
 Rest beyond the river. 
 
 2 Near the Cross, a trembling soul, 
 Love and mercy found me ; 
 
 There the bright and morning star 
 Sheds its beams around me. — Cho. 
 
 3 Near the Cross ! oh, Lamb of God, 
 Bring its scenes before me ; 
 
 Help me walk from day to day, 
 With its shadow o'er me. — Cho. 
 
 460 
 
 8s, 7s, d. " Take Me" ray palmer. 
 
 Take me, O 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. 
 
294 THE GOSPEL: — REPENTANCE. 
 
 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 ! 
 
 2 Fruitless years with grief recalling, 
 Humbly I confess my sin ; 
 
 At thy feet, 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 ! 
 
 4:t)l p.m. " I Need Thee" w. f. sherwin. 
 
 I need thee, O my God, 
 Thy all-sustaining power ; 
 
 1 need thy cleansing blood 
 To save me every hour. 
 
 Cho. — O Saviour ! now behold me ; 
 Let thine arms enfold me ; 
 While at the cross I 'm kneeling, 
 Oh, come, and bless me now ! 
 
 2 I need thy Spirit, Lord, 
 My comfort day by day, 
 
 To guide my steps aright, 
 
 And warn me when I stray. — Cho. 
 
REPENTANCE UNTO LIFE. 295 
 
 i 3 I need the sheltering Rock, 
 
 Where, from the noon-tide heat, 
 My soul may rest awhile 
 Beneath its calm retreat. — Cho. 
 
 462 
 
 The SotiVs Cry. s. s. cutting. 
 
 O Saviour, I am blind ! 
 Lead thou my way ; 
 Day to my filmed eye is dark — 
 Even night is only darker day ; 
 Oh ! I am blind ! 
 Dear Saviour, I am blind ! 
 
 2 O Saviour, I am deaf! 
 Unstop my ear ; 
 
 My heart would turn to thy dear voice, 
 The voice thy sheep alone will hear ; 
 Oh! I am deaf! 
 Dear Saviour, I am deaf! 
 
 3 O Saviour, I am poor ! 
 Give me to eat ; 
 
 My hungered heart loathes earthly food, 
 And heavenly manna craves for meat ; 
 Oh ! I am poor, 
 Dear Saviour, I am poor ! 
 
 4 O Saviour, I believe, 
 Blind, deaf, and poor ! 
 
 Sight give me ; hearing; heavenly food ; 
 Thou hast them in thy blessed store. 
 Now I believe, 
 O Saviour, I believe ! 
 
296 THE GOSPEL : — REPENTANCE. 
 
 463 
 
 464 
 
 7s, 6s, d. "None Other Name" h. 
 
 I LAY my sins on Jesus, 
 
 The spotless Lamb of God ; 
 He bears them all, and frees us 
 
 From the accursed load; 
 
 1 bring my guilt to Jesus, 
 
 To wash my crimson stains 
 White in his blood most precious, 
 Till not a stain remains. 
 
 2 I lay my wants on Jesus ; 
 All fullness dwells in him ; 
 
 He healeth my diseases, 
 He doth my soul redeem : 
 
 I lay my griefs on Jesus, 
 My burdens and my cares ; 
 
 He from them all releases, 
 He all my sorrows shares. 
 
 3 I long to be like Jesus, 
 Meek, loving, lowly, mild; 
 
 I long to be like Jesus, 
 The Father's holy child : 
 
 I long to be with Jesus 
 Amid the heavenly throng, 
 
 To sing with saints his praises, 
 And learn the angels' song. 
 
 7s, 6s, d. At the Door. w. w 
 
 O Jesus, 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 ! 
 
 To keep him standing there. 
 
465 
 
 REPENTANCE UNTO LIFE. 297 
 
 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 ! 
 
 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 ! 
 
 7s, 6s, D. " Give Us Pardon" ray palmer. 
 
 We stand in deep repentance, 
 
 Before thy throne of love ; 
 O God of grace, forgive us ; 
 
 The stain of guilt remove ; 
 Behold us while with weeping 
 
 We lift our eyes to thee ; 
 And all our sins subduing, 
 
 Our Father, set us free ! 
 
 2 Oh, shouldst thou from us fallen 
 
 Withhold thy grace to guide, 
 For ever we should wander, 
 
 From thee, and peace, aside ; 
 But thou to spirits contrite 
 
 Dost light and life impart, 
 That man may learn to serve thee 
 
 With thankful, joyous heart. 
 
298 THE GOSPEL: — REPENTANXE. 
 
 3 Our souls — on thee we cast them, 
 
 Our only refuge thou ! 
 Thy cheering words revive us, 
 
 When pressed with grief we bow : 
 Thou bearest the trusting spirit 
 
 Upon thy loving breast, 
 And givest all thy ransomed 
 
 A sweet, unending rest. 
 
 466 
 
 " To Whom Shall We Go?" a. Steele. 
 
 Thou only Sovereign of my heart, 
 My Refuge, my almighty Friend — 
 
 And can my soul from thee depart, 
 On whom alone my hopes depend ! 
 
 2 Whither, ah ! whither shall I go, 
 
 A wretched wanderer from my Lord ? 
 Can this dark world of sin and woe 
 One glimpse of happiness afford ? 
 
 3 Eternal life thy words impart ; 
 On these my fainting spirit lives ; 
 
 Here sweeter comforts cheer my heart, 
 Than all the round of nature gives. 
 
 4 Thy name my inmost powers adore ; 
 Thou art my life, my joy, my care ; 
 
 Depart from thee — 't is death, 't is more ; 
 'T is endless ruin, deep despair ! 
 
 5 Low at thy feet my soul would lie ; 
 Here safety dwells, and peace divine ; 
 
 Still let me live beneath thine eye, 
 For life, eternal life, is thine, 
 
REPENTANCE UNTO LIFE. 299 
 
 4t) I l. m. " Thou Hasi Died." c. wesley. 
 
 Jesus, the sinner's Friend, to thee 
 Lost and undone, for aid I flee ; 
 Weary of earth, myself, and sin, 
 Open thine arms and take me in. 
 
 2 Pity and save my ruined soul ; 
 
 'T is thou alone canst make me whole ; 
 Dark, till in me thine image shine, 
 And lost I am, till thou art mine. 
 
 3 At last I own it cannot be 
 That I should fit myself for thee : 
 Here, then, to thee I all resign ; 
 Thine is the work, and only thine. 
 
 4 What can I say thy grace to move ? 
 Lord, I am sin, — but thou art love : 
 
 I give up every plea beside, 
 
 Lord, I am lost, — but thou hast died ! 
 
 tcUO l. m. Psalm 51. I. WATTS. 
 
 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. 
 
300 THE GOSPEL: — REPENTANCE. 
 
 4 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath, 
 I must pronounce thee just in death ; 
 
 And, if my soul were sent to hell, 
 Thy righteous law approves it well. 
 
 5 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. 
 
 TcOt/ L. m. Philifipians 3 : 7-10. 1. watts. 
 
 No more, my God ! I boast no more, 
 Of all the duties I have done ; 
 
 1 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 but loss ; 
 
 My former pride I call my shame, 
 And nail my glory to his cross. 
 
 3 Yes, — and I must, and will esteem 
 All things but loss for Jesus' sake; 
 
 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. 
 
 tIUl m. "Look Unto Me/" s. medley. 
 
 See a poor sinner, dearest Lord, 
 Whose soul, encouraged by thy word, 
 At mercy's footstool would remain, 
 And then would look, — and look again ! 
 
REPENTANCE UNTO LIFE. 301 
 
 2 Ah ! bring a wretched wanderer home, 
 Now to thy footstool let me come, 
 
 And tell thee all my grief and pain, 
 And wait and look, — and look again ! 
 
 3 Take courage, then, my trembling soul , 
 One look from Christ will make thee whole : 
 Trust thou in him, 't is not in vain, 
 
 But wait and look, — and look again ! 
 
 4 Ere long that happy day will come, 
 When I shall reach my blissful home ; 
 And when to glory I attain, 
 
 Oh, then I '11 look and look again ! 
 
 471 
 
 c. m. Deep Penitence. s. stennett. 
 
 Prostrate, dear Jesus ! at thy feet, 
 
 A guilty rebel lies, 
 And upwards, to thy mercy-seat, 
 
 Presumes to lift his eyes. 
 
 2 Let not thy justice frown me hence ; 
 Oh, stay the vengeful storm ! 
 
 Forbid it, that Omnipotence 
 Should crush a feeble worm. 
 
 3 If tears of sorrow could suffice 
 To pay the debt I owe, 
 
 Tears should, from both my weeping eyes, 
 In ceaseless currents flow. 
 
 4 But no such sacrifice I plead 
 To expiate my guilt; 
 
 No tears, but those which thou hast shed, — 
 No blood but thou hast spilt. 
 
302 THE GOSPEL : — REPENTANCE. 
 
 5 Think of thy sorrows, dearest Lord ! 
 
 And all my sins forgive ; 
 Then justice will approve the, word, 
 
 That bids the sinner live. 
 
 *± I £ l. m. Pardon Implored. t. Hastings. 
 
 Forgive us, Lord ! to thee we cry, 
 
 Forgive us through thy matchless grace ; 
 On thee alone our souls rely, 
 
 Be thou our strength and righteousness. 
 
 2 Forgive thou us, as we forgive 
 The ills we suffer from our foes ; 
 
 Restore us, Lord ! and bid us live ; 
 Oh ! let us in thine arms repose. 
 
 3 Forgive us, for our guilt is great ! 
 Our wretched souls no merit claim ; 
 
 For sovereign mercy still we wait, 
 And ask but in the Saviour's name. 
 
 4 Forgive us, — O thou bleeding Lamb ! 
 Thou risen, thou exalted Lord ! 
 
 Thou great High-Priest, our souls redeem, 
 And speak the pardon-sealing word. 
 
 T< O CM. Psabft 42. H. F. LYTE, 
 
 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 ! 
 
REPENTANCE UNTO LIFE. 303 
 
 3 Why restless, why cast down, my soul ? 
 Trust God; who will employ 
 
 His aid for thee, and change these sighs 
 To thankful hymns of joy. 
 
 4 I sigh to think of happier days, 
 When thou, O Lord ! wast nigh ; 
 
 When every heart was tuned to praise, 
 And none more blest than I. 
 
 5 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. 
 
 474 
 
 Psalm si. I. watts. 
 
 A BROKEN heart, my God, my King, 
 Is all the sacrifice I bring ; 
 The God of grace will ne'er despise 
 A broken heart for sacrifice. 
 
 2 My soul lies humbled in the dust, 
 And owns thy dreadful sentence just ; 
 Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye, 
 And save the soul condemned to die. 
 
 3 Then will I teach the world thy ways ; 
 Sinners shall learn thy sovereign grace ; 
 I '11 lead them to my Saviour's blood, 
 And they shall praise a pardoning God. 
 
 4 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. 
 
304 THE GOSPEL: — REPENTANCE. 
 
 t: 1 D cm. Submission. anon. 
 
 Be merciful to me, O God ! 
 
 Be merciful to me ; 
 For though I sink beneath thy rod, 
 
 Yet do I trust in thee. 
 
 2 Thou art my refuge, and I know 
 My burden thou dost bear, 
 
 And I would seek, where'er I go, 
 To cast on thee my care. 
 
 3 Thou knowest, Lord, my flesh how frail, 
 Strong though my spirit be ; 
 
 Oh. then assist, when foes assail, 
 The soul that clings to thee. 
 
 4 And, gracious Lord, whate'er befall, 
 A thankful heart be mine, — 
 
 A heart that answers to thy call, 
 One that is wholly thine. 
 
 476 
 
 8s, 7s, d. Contrition. c. wes 
 
 Full of trembling expectation, 
 
 Feeling much, and fearing more, 
 Mighty God of my salvation ! 
 
 I thy timely aid implore ; 
 Suffering Son of Man ! be near me, 
 
 All my sufferings to sustain, 
 By thy sorer griefs to cheer me, 
 
 By thy more than mortal pain. 
 
 2 Call to mind that unknown anguish, 
 In thy days of flesh below ; 
 
 When thy troubled soul did languish 
 Under a whole world of woe ; 
 
REPENTANCE UNTO LIFE. 305 
 
 When thou didst our curse inherit, 
 
 Groan beneath our guilty load, 
 Burdened with a wounded spirit, 
 
 Bruised by the wrath of God. 
 
 3 By thy most severe temptation, 
 
 In that dark, satanic hour ; 
 By thy last mysterious passion, 
 
 Screen me from the adverse power ! 
 By thy fainting in the garden, 
 
 By thy bloody sweat, I pray, 
 Write upon my heart the pardon, 
 
 Take my sins and fears away. 
 
 ~r I I l. m. i Peter i : 12. a. l. hillhouse. 
 
 Trembling before thine awful throne, 
 O Lord ! in dust my sins I own : 
 Justice and mercy for my life 
 Contend ! oh, smile and heal the strife ! 
 
 2 The Saviour smiles ! upon my soul 
 New tides of hope tumultuous roll — 
 His voice proclaims my pardon found — 
 Seraphic transport wings the sound 
 
 3 Earth has a joy unknown in heaven, 
 The new-born peace of sin forgiven ! 
 Tears of such pure and deep delight, 
 Ye angels ! never dimmed your sight. 
 
 4 Ye saw of old, on chaos rise 
 The beauteous pillars of the skies : 
 
 Ye know where morn exulting springs, 
 And evening folds her drooping wings. 
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306 THE gospel: — REPENTANCE. 
 
 5 Bright heralds of the eternal Will, 
 Abroad his errands ye fulfill ; 
 
 Or, throned in floods of beamy day, 
 Symphonious, in his presence play. 
 
 6 But I amid your choirs shall shine, 
 And all your knowledge will be mine : 
 Ye on your harps must lean to hear 
 A secret chord that mine will bear. 
 
 *x ( O 8s, 7s. Matt, n : 28-30. j. e. rankin. 
 
 Laboring and heavy-laden 
 
 With my sins, O Lord, I roam, 
 While I know thou hast invited 
 
 All such wanderers to their home. 
 
 2 Make my stubborn spirit willing 
 To obey thy gracious voice, 
 
 At the cross to leave its burden, 
 And departing to rejoice. 
 
 3 Thy sweet yoke I 'd take upon me, 
 And would learn, O Lord, of thee ; 
 
 Thou art meek in heart, and lowly, 
 Teach me like thyself to be. 
 
 4 Laboring and heavy-laden, 
 Lord, no longer will I roam : 
 
 Here I fix my habitation, 
 
 In thy sheltering love at home. 
 
 Tit/ 7s, 6s, 8s. "Jesus Only." c. wesley. 
 
 Vain, delusive world, adieu, 
 With all of creature good ! 
 Only Jesus I pursue, 
 
 Who bought me with his blood : 
 
REPENTANCE UNTO LIFE. 307 
 
 All thy pleasures I forego ; 
 
 I trample on thy wealth and pride ; 
 Only Jesus will I know, 
 
 And Jesus crucified. 
 
 2 Other knowledge I disdain ; 
 
 'T is all but vanity : 
 Christ, the Lamb of God, was slain, — 
 
 He tasted death for me. 
 Me to save from endless woe, 
 
 The sin-atoning Victim died : 
 Only Jesus will I know, 
 
 And Jesus crucified. 
 
 4cOU c. If. Surrender. f. w. faber. 
 
 Thy home is with the humble, Lord ! 
 
 The simple are the best ; 
 Thy lodging is in child-like hearts ; 
 
 Thou makest there thy rest. 
 
 2 Dear Comforter ! eternal Love ! 
 If thou wilt stay with me, 
 
 Of lowly thoughts and simple ways, 
 I '11 build a house for thee. 
 
 3 Who made this breathing heart of mine 
 But thou, my heavenly Guest ? 
 
 Let no one have it, then, but thee, 
 And let it be thy rest ! 
 
 481 
 
 7s, 61. Psalm 123. J. bowdler. 
 
 Lord, before thy throne we bend ; 
 Now to thee our prayers ascend : 
 Servants to our Master true, 
 Lo ! we yield thee homage due : 
 
308 CHRISTIAN CONFLICT. 
 
 Children, to thy throne we fly, 
 Abba, Father, hear our cry ! 
 
 2 Low before thee, Lord ! we bow ; 
 We are weak — but mighty thou : 
 Sore distressed, yet suppliant still, 
 Here we wait thy holy will ; 
 Bound to earth, and rooted here, 
 Till our Saviour God appear. 
 
 3 Leave us not beneath the power 
 Of temptation's darkest hour : 
 Swift to seal their captives' doom, 
 See our foes exulting come ! 
 Jesus, Saviour ! yet be nigh, 
 Lord of life and victory. 
 
 482 
 
 7s, 6 1. Backsliding Confessed. j. newton. 
 
 Once I thought my mountain strong, 
 Firmly fixed no more to move ; 
 
 Then my Saviour was my song, 
 Then my soul was filled with love ; 
 
 Those were happy, golden days, 
 
 Sweetly spent in prayer and praise. 
 
 2 Little then myself I knew, 
 Little thought of Satan's power ; 
 
 Now I feel my sins anew ; 
 Now I feel the stormy hour ! 
 
 Sin has put my joys to flight ; 
 
 Sin has turned my day to night. 
 
FIGHTINGS WITHOUT: FEARS WITHIN. 309 
 
 3 Saviour, shine and cheer my soul, 
 
 Bid my dying hopes revive ; 
 Make my wounded spirit whole, 
 
 Far away the tempter drive ; 
 Speak the word and set me free, 
 Let me live alone to thee. 
 
 483 
 
 7s, 61. " Weary, Lord.' 1 a. d. f. Randolph. 
 Weary, Lord, of struggling here 
 With this constant doubt and fear, 
 Burdened by the pains I bear, 
 And the trials I must share — 
 Help me, Lord, again to flee 
 To the rest that 's found in thee. 
 
 2 Weakened by the wayward will 
 Which controls, yet cheats me still ; 
 Seeking something undefined 
 With an earnest, darkened mind — 
 Help me, Lord, again to flee 
 
 To the light that breaks from thee. 
 
 3 Fettered by this earthly scope 
 In the reach and aim of hope, 
 Fixing thought in narrow bound 
 Where no living truth is found — 
 Help me, Lord, again to flee 
 
 To the hope that 's fixed in thee. 
 
 4 Fettered, burdened, wearied, weak, 
 Lord, once more thy grace I seek ; 
 Turn, oh, turn me not away, 
 
 Help me, Lord, to watch and pray — 
 That I never more may flee 
 From the rest that 's found in thee. 
 
310 CHRISTIAN CONFLICT. 
 
 QikjQ: p.m. "/ Need Tkee." a. s. hawks. 
 
 1 need thee every hour, 
 
 Most gracious Lord ; 
 No tender voice like thine 
 Can peace afford. 
 
 Ref. — I need thee, oh, I need thee ; 
 Every hour I need thee ; 
 Oh, bless me now, my Saviour ! 
 I come to thee. 
 
 2 I need thee every hour, 
 Stay thou near by ; 
 
 Temptations lose their power 
 When thou art nigh. — Ref. 
 
 3 I need thee every hour, 
 In joy or pain ; 
 
 Come quickly and abide, 
 Or life is vain. — Ref. 
 
 4 I need thee every hour ; 
 Teach me thy will; 
 
 And thy rich promises 
 In me fulfill. — Ref. 
 
 5 I need thee every hour, 
 Most Holy One ; 
 
 Oh, make me thine, indeed, 
 Thou blessed Son. — Ref. 
 
 4rOD 6s, 4s. Genesis 28 : 10-22. s. f. adams. 
 
 Nearer, my God, to thee, 
 
 Nearer to thee ! 
 Ev'n though it be a cross 
 
 That raiseth me ! 
 
FIGHTINGS WITHOUT: FEARS WITHIN. 311 
 
 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 ! 
 
 3 There let the way appear, 
 Steps unto heaven ; 
 
 All that thou sendest me, 
 
 In mercy given ; 
 Angels to beckon me 
 Nearer, my God, to thee, 
 
 Nearer to thee ! 
 
 4 Then, with my waking thoughts 
 Bright with thy praise, 
 
 Out of my stony griefs 
 
 Bethel I '11 raise ; 
 So by my woes to be 
 Nearer, my God, to thee, 
 
 Nearer to thee ! 
 
 tOO 6s, 4s. " Lovest Thou Me?" e. p. prentiss. 
 
 More love to thee, Christ ! 
 
 More love to thee ! 
 Hear thou the prayer I make 
 
 On bended knee ; 
 This is my earnest plea, — 
 More love, O Christ, to thee, 
 
 More love to thee ! 
 
312 CHRISTIAN CONFLICT. 
 
 2 Once earthly joy I craved, 
 Sought peace and rest ; 
 
 Now thee alone I seek, 
 
 Give what is best : 
 This all my prayer shall be, — 
 More love, O Christ, to thee ! 
 More love to thee ! 
 
 3 Then shall my latest breath 
 Whisper thy praise ; 
 
 This be the parting cry 
 
 My heart shall raise, — 
 This still its prayer shall be, — 
 More love, O Christ, to thee, 
 More love to thee ! 
 
 487 
 
 4s. "A Way They Knew Not" c. s. robinson. 
 
 Saviour ! I follow on, 
 
 Guided by thee, 
 Seeing not yet the hand 
 
 That leadeth me ; 
 Hushed be my heart and still, 
 Fear I no further ill ; 
 Only to meet thy will 
 
 My will shall be. 
 
 2 Riven the rock for me 
 
 Thirst to relieve, 
 Manna from heaven falls 
 
 Fresh every eve ; 
 Never a want severe 
 Causeth my eye a tear, 
 But thou dost whisper near, 
 
 " Only believe ! " 
 
FIGHTINGS WITHOUT: FEARS WITHIN. 313 
 
 3 Often to Marah's brink 
 Have I been brought ; 
 
 Shrinking the cup to drink, 
 
 Help I have sought; 
 And with the prayer's ascent, 
 Jesus the branch hath rent — 
 Quickly relief hath sent, 
 
 Sweetening the draught. 
 
 4 Saviour ! I long to walk 
 Closer with thee ; 
 
 Led by thy guiding hand, 
 
 Ever to be ; 
 Constantly near thy side, 
 Quickened and purified, 
 Living for him who died 
 
 Freely for me ! 
 
 "tOO 6s, 4s, d. " Something for Thee" s. d. phelps. 
 
 Saviour, thy dying love 
 
 Thou gavest me ; 
 Nor should I aught withhold, 
 
 Dear Lord, from thee : 
 In love my soul would bow, 
 My heart fulfill its vow, 
 Some offering bring thee now, 
 
 Something for thee. 
 
 2 O'er the blest mercy-seat, 
 
 Pleading for me, 
 My feeble faith looks up, 
 
 Jesus to thee : 
 Help me the cross to bear, 
 Thy wondrous love declare, 
 Some song to raise, or prayer, 
 
 Something for thee. 
 
314 CHRISTIAN CONFLICT. 
 
 3 Give me a faithful heart — 
 
 Likeness to thee, 
 That each departing day 
 
 Henceforth may see 
 Some work of love begun, 
 Some deed of kindness done, 
 Some wanderer sought and won, 
 
 Something for thee. 
 
 40t/ c. m. "A Clean Heart." c. wes 
 
 Oh, for a heart to praise my God, 
 
 A heart from sin set free ; 
 A heart that always feels thy blood 
 So freely shed for me ! 
 
 2 A heart resigned, submissive, meek, 
 My dear Redeemer's throne ; 
 
 Where only Christ is heard to speak, 
 Where Jesus reigns alone ! 
 
 3 Oh, for a lowly, contrite heart, 
 Believing, true, and clean ! 
 
 Which neither life nor death can part 
 From him that dwells within. 
 
 4 A heart in every thought renewed, 
 And filled with love divine ; 
 
 Perfect, and right, and pure, and good ; 
 An image, Lord ! of thine. 
 
 5 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart ; 
 Come quickly from above ; 
 
 Write thy new name upon my heart, — 
 Thy new, best name of Love. 
 
FIGHTINGS WITHOUT: FEARS WITHIN. 315 
 
 490 
 
 c. m. Thanks/or Victory. c. WESLEY. 
 
 Oh, for a thousand tongues to sing 
 My dear Redeemer's praise ! 
 
 The glories of my God and King, 
 The triumphs of his grace ! 
 
 2 My gracious Master and my God ! 
 Assist me to proclaim, 
 
 To spread, through all the earth abroad, 
 The honors of thy name. 
 
 3 Jesus — the name that calms my fears, 
 That bids my sorrows cease ; 
 
 'T is music to my ravished ears ; 
 'T is life, and health, and peace. 
 
 4 He breaks the power of canceled sin, 
 He sets the prisoner free ; 
 
 His blood can make the foulest clean ; 
 His blood availed for me. 
 
 5 Let us obey, we then shall know, 
 Shall feel our sins forgiven ; 
 
 Anticipate our heaven below, 
 And own that love is heaven. 
 
 4fc*/ J- C. m. Greatness z« Service. t. h. gill. 
 
 Oh, not to fill the mouth of fame 
 
 My longing soul is stirred : 
 Oh, give me a diviner name ! 
 
 Call me thy servant, Lord ! 
 
 2 No longer would my soul be known 
 
 As uncontrolled and free ; 
 Oh, not mine own, oh, not mine own ! 
 
 Lord, I belong to thee ! 
 
316 CHRISTIAN CONFLICT. 
 
 3 Thy servant, — me thy servant choose ; 
 Naught of thy claim abate ! 
 
 The glorious name I would not lose, 
 Nor change the sweet estate. 
 
 4 In life, in death, on earth, in heaven, 
 This is the name for me ! 
 
 The same sweet style and title given 
 Through all eternity. 
 
 4«J & c. m. " Trembleth at My Word." c. wesley. 
 Oh, for that tenderness of heart, 
 
 That bows before the Lord ; 
 That owns how just and good thou art, 
 
 And trembles at thy word. 
 
 2 Oh, for those humble, contrite tears, 
 Which from repentance flow ; 
 
 That sense of guilt which, trembling, fears 
 The long-suspended blow ! 
 
 3 Saviour ! to me, in pity give, 
 For sin, the deep distress ; 
 
 The pledge thou wilt, at last, receive, 
 And bid me die in peace. 
 
 4 Oh, fill my soul with faith and love, 
 And strength to do thy will ; 
 
 Raise my desires and hopes above, — 
 Thyself to me reveal. 
 
 4i/ O c. m. The Closer Walk. w. cowper. 
 
 Oh, for a closer walk with God, 
 
 A calm and heavenly frame, — 
 A light to shine upon the road 
 
 That leads me to the Lamb ! 
 
FIGHTINGS WITHOUT: FEARS WITHIN. 317 
 
 2 Where is the blessedness I knew 
 When first I saw the Lord ? 
 
 Where is the soul-refreshing view 
 Of Jesus and his word ? 
 
 3 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed ! 
 How sweet their memory still ! 
 
 Bat they have left an aching void 
 The world can never fill. 
 
 4 Return, O holy Dove, return, 
 Sweet messenger of rest ! 
 
 I hate the sins that made thee mourn, 
 And drove thee from my breast. 
 
 5 The dearest idol I have known, 
 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. 
 
 494 
 
 cm. " What Hourly Dangers ! " a. Steele. 
 Alas ! what hourly dangers rise ! 
 
 What snares beset my way ! 
 To heaven, oh, let me lift mine eyes, 
 
 And hourly watch and pray. 
 
 2 How oft my mournful thoughts complain, 
 
 And melt in flowing tears ! 
 My weak resistance, ah, how vain ! 
 
 How strong my foes and fears ! 
 
318 CHRISTIAN CONFLICT. 
 
 3 O gracious God ! in whom I live, 
 My feeble efforts aid ; 
 
 Help me to watch, and pray, and strive, 
 Though trembling and afraid. 
 
 4 Increase my faith, increase my hope, 
 When foes and fears prevail ; 
 
 And bear my fainting spirit up, 
 Or soon my strength will fail. 
 
 5 Oh, keep me in thy heavenly way, 
 And bid the tempter flee ! 
 
 And let me never, never stray 
 From happiness and thee. 
 
 4JO c. m. "Search me, O God." g. p. morris. 
 
 Searcher of hearts ! from mine erase 
 
 All thoughts that should not be, 
 And in its deep recesses trace 
 My gratitude to thee ! 
 
 2 Hearer of prayer ! oh, guide aright 
 Each word and deed of mine ; 
 
 Life's battle teach me how to fight, 
 And be the victory thine. 
 
 3 Father, and Son, and Holy Ghost ! 
 Thou glorious Three in One ! 
 
 Thou knowest best what I need most, 
 And let thy will be done. 
 
 *Tt/0 c. m. " Where is tlte Blessedness ? " j. newton. 
 Sweet was the time when first I felt 
 
 The Saviour's pardoning blood 
 Applied to cleanse my soul from guilt, 
 And bring me home to God. 
 
FIGHTINGS WITHOUT: FEARS WITHIN. 319 
 
 2 Soon as the morn the light revealed, 
 His praises tuned my tongue ; 
 
 And, when the evening shade prevailed, 
 His love was all my song. 
 
 3 In prayer, my soul drew near the Lord, 
 And saw his glory shine ; 
 
 And when I read his holy word, 
 I called each promise mine. 
 
 4 Now, when the evening shade prevails, 
 My soul in darkness mourns ; 
 
 And when the morn the light reveals, 
 No light to me returns. 
 
 5 Rise, Saviour ! help me to prevail, 
 And make my soul thy care ; 
 
 I know thy mercy cannot fail, 
 Let me that mercy share. 
 
 497 
 
 " Nearer to Thee." b. Cleveland. 
 
 Oh, could I find, from day to day, 
 
 A nearness to my God, 
 Then would 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 Blest Jesus, come and rule my heart, 
 And make me wholly thine, 
 
 That I may never more depart; 
 Nor grieve thy love divine. 
 
320 CHRISTIAN CONFLICT. 
 
 4 Thus, till my last, expiring breath, 
 
 Thy goodness I '11 adore ; 
 And when my frame dissolves in death, 
 
 My soul shall love thee more. 
 
 TTt/O 7s. " Cleanseth from all Sin." w. mcdonald. 
 I AM coming to the cross ; 
 
 I am poor and weak and blind ; 
 
 1 am counting all but dross ; 
 I shall full salvation find. 
 
 Ref. — I am trusting, Lord, in thee 
 Dear Lamb of Calvary ; 
 Humbly at thy cross I bow ; 
 Save me, Jesus, save me now. 
 
 2 Long my heart has sighed for thee ; 
 Long has evil dwelt within ; 
 
 Jesus sweetly speaks to me, 
 
 I will cleanse you from all sin. — Ref. 
 
 3 Here I give my all to thee, — 
 Friends and time and earthly store ; 
 
 Soul and body thine to be — 
 
 Wholly thine for evermore. — Ref. 
 
 4 In the promises I trust ; 
 Now I feel the blood applied ; 
 
 I am prostrate in the dust ; 
 
 I with Christ am crucified. — Ref. 
 
 "Tt/tJ 7s. " Lovest Thou Me?" j. newton. 
 
 'T is a point I long to know, 
 
 Oft it causes anxious thought ; 
 Do I love the Lord, or no ? 
 Am I his, or am I not ? 
 
FIGHTINGS WITHOUT: FEARS WITHIN. 321 
 
 2 Could my heart so hard remain, 
 Prayer a task and burden prove, 
 
 Every trifle give me pain, 
 If I knew a Saviour's love ? 
 
 3 Yet I mourn my stubborn will, 
 Find my sin a grief and thrall ; 
 
 Should I grieve for what I feel, 
 If I did not love at all ? 
 
 4 Could I joy with saints to meet, 
 Choose the ways I once abhorred, 
 
 Find at times the promise sweet, 
 If I did not love the Lord ? 
 
 5 Lord, decide the doubtful case, 
 Thou who art thy people's Sun ; 
 
 Shine upon thy work of grace, 
 If it be indeed begun. 
 
 500 
 
 7s. " My Repentings are Kindled." c. wesley. 
 
 Depth of mercy ! — can there be 
 Mercy still reserved for me ? 
 Can my God his wrath forbear ? 
 Me, the chief of sinners, spare ? 
 
 2 I have long withstood his grace ; 
 Long provoked him to his face ; 
 Would not hearken to his calls ; 
 Grieved him by a thousand falls. 
 
 3 Kindled his relentings are ; 
 Me he now delights to spare ; 
 Cries, How shall I give thee up ? — 
 Lets the lifted thunder drop. 
 
322 CHRISTIAN CONFLICT. 
 
 4 There for me the Saviour stands ; 
 Shows his wounds and spreads his hands ! 
 God is love ! I know, I feel : 
 Jesus weeps, and loves me still. 
 
 501 
 
 7s, d. The A ncient Litany. R. 
 
 Saviour, when, in dust, to thee 
 Low we bend the adoring knee ; 
 When, repentant, to the skies 
 Scarce we lift our weeping eyes ; 
 Oh, by all thy pains and woe 
 Suffered once for man below, 
 Bending from thy throne on high, 
 Hear our solemn Litany ! 
 
 2 By thy helpless infant years, 
 By thy life of want and tears, 
 By thy days of sore distress 
 In the savage wilderness ; 
 By the dread mysterious hour 
 Of the insulting tempter's power, — 
 Turn, oh, turn a favoring eye ; 
 Hear our solemn Litany ! 
 
 3 By thine hour of dire despair ; 
 By thine agony of prayer ; 
 By the cross, the nail, the thorn, 
 Piercing spear, and torturing scorn ; 
 By the gloom that vailed the skies 
 O'er the dreadful sacrifice ; — 
 Listen to our humble cry, 
 Hear our solemn Litany ! 
 
FIGHTINGS WITHOUT: FEARS WITHIN. 323 
 
 4 By thy deep expiring groan ; 
 By the sad sepulchral stone ; 
 By the vault whose dark abode 
 Held in vain the rising God ; — 
 Oh, from earth to heaven restored, 
 Mighty re-ascended Lord ! 
 Listen, listen to the cry 
 Of our solemn Litany ! 
 
 502 
 
 7s, d. A Hard Heart h. boi 
 
 Oh, this soul, how dark and blind ! 
 Oh, this foolish, earthly mind ! 
 Oh, this froward, selfish will, 
 Which refuses to be still ! 
 Oh, these ever-roaming eyes, 
 Upward that refuse to rise ! 
 Oh, these wayward feet of mine, 
 Found in every path but thine ! 
 
 2 Oh, this stubborn, prayerless knee, 
 Hands so seldom clasped to thee, 
 Longings of the soul, that go 
 
 Like the wild wind, to and fro ! 
 To and fro, without an aim, 
 Turning idly whence they came, 
 Bringing in no joy, no bliss, 
 Only adding weariness ! 
 
 3 Giver of the heavenly peace ! 
 Bid, oh, bid these tumults cease; 
 Minister thy holy balm ; 
 
 Fill me with thy Spirit's calm : 
 Thou, the Life, the Truth, the Way, 
 Leave me not in sin to stay ; 
 Bearer of the sinner's guilt, 
 Lead me, lead me, as thou wilt. 
 
324 CHRISTIAN CONFLICT. 
 
 503 
 
 504 
 
 7s, d. "Lead Me" t. Hastings. 
 
 Jesus, 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, 
 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. 
 
 7s. "Jestts, Visit Me.** R. P. DU* 
 
 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 ; 
 
 'T is my constant cry to thee, — 
 Jesus, Jesus ! visit me. 
 
 3 Mean the joys of earth appear, 
 All below is dark and drear ; 
 Naught but thy beloved voice 
 Can my wretched heart rejoice. 
 
FIGHTINGS WITHOUT: FEARS WITHIN. 325 
 
 4 Thou alone, my gracious Lord ! 
 Art my shield and great reward ; 
 All my hope, my Saviour thou, — 
 To thy sovereign will I bow. 
 
 505 7 s, d. Christ Our A 11 c 
 
 Jesus ! lover of my soul, 
 
 Let me to thy bosom fly 
 While the billows near me roll, 
 
 While the tempest still is high; 
 Hide me, O my Saviour ! hide, 
 
 Till the storm of life is past; 
 Safe into the haven guide ; 
 
 Oh, receive my soul at last ! 
 
 2 Other refuge have I none ; 
 
 Hangs my helpless soul on thee ; 
 Leave, ah ! leave me not alone, 
 
 Still support and comfort me. 
 All my trust on thee is stayed ; 
 
 All my help from thee I bring ; 
 Cover my defenceless head 
 
 With the shadow of thy wing. 
 
 3 Thou, O Christ ! art all I want ; 
 
 More than all in thee I find ; 
 Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, 
 
 Heal the sick, and lead the blind. 
 Just and holy is thy name, 
 
 I am all unrighteousness ; 
 Vile and full of sin I am, 
 
 Thou art full of truth and grace. 
 
326 CHRISTIAN CONFLICT. 
 
 4 Plenteous grace with thee is found, — 
 
 Grace to pardon all my sin ; 
 Let the healing streams abound, 
 
 Make and keep me pure within ; 
 Thou of life the fountain art, 
 
 Freely let me take of thee ; 
 Spring thou up within my heart, 
 
 Rise to all eternity. 
 
 OUt) l. m. Backsliding Deplored. p. doddridge. 
 
 Return, my roving heart, return, 
 And life's vain shadows chase no more ; 
 Seek out some solitude to mourn, 
 And thy forsaken God implore. 
 
 2 O thou great God ! whose piercing eye 
 Distinctly marks each deep retreat, 
 
 In these sequestered hours draw nigh, 
 And let me here thy presence meet. 
 
 3 Through all the windings of my heart, 
 My search let heavenly wisdom guide ; 
 And still its beams unerring dart, 
 
 Till all be known and purified. 
 
 4 Then let the visits of thy love, 
 My inmost soul be made to share, 
 Till every grace combine to prove 
 That God has fixed his dwelling there. 
 
 D\J ( L. M. Psalm SI. J. MERKICK. 
 
 Oh, turn, great Ruler of the skies ! 
 Turn from my sin thy searching eyes ; 
 Nor let the offences of my hand 
 Within thy book recorded stand. 
 
FIGHTINGS WITHOUT: FEARS WITHIN. 327 
 
 2 Give me a will to thine subdued, — 
 A conscience pure, a soul renewed ; 
 Nor let me, wrapt in endless gloom, 
 An outcast from thy presence roam. 
 
 3 Oh, let thy Spirit to my heart 
 Once more his quickening aid impart; 
 My mind from every fear release, 
 
 And soothe my troubled thoughts to peace. 
 
 508 
 
 l. m. "Come to Me." c. elliott. 
 
 With tearful eyes I look around ; 
 
 Life seems a dark and stormy sea ; 
 Yet, 'mid the gloom, I hear a sound, 
 
 A heavenly whisper, " Come to me." 
 
 2 It tells me of a place of rest ; 
 
 It tells me where my soul may flee : 
 Oh, to the weary, faint, oppressed, 
 
 How sweet the bidding, " Come to me ! " 
 
 3 " Come, for all else must fail and die I 
 Earth is no resting-place for thee ; 
 
 To heaven direct thy weeping eye, 
 I am thy portion ; come to me." 
 
 4 O voice of mercy ! voice of love ! 
 In conflict, grief, and agony, 
 
 Support me, cheer me from above ! 
 And gently whisper, " Come to me." 
 
 509 
 
 L. M. Our Companion. I. 
 
 My God ! permit me not to be 
 A stranger to myself and thee ; 
 Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove, 
 Forgetful of my highest love. 
 
32 S CHRISTIAN CONFLICT. 
 
 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 ? 
 
 5 Call me away from flesh and sense; 
 One sovereign word can draw me thence ; 
 
 1 would obey the voice divine, 
 And all inferior joys resign. 
 
 4 Be earth, with all her scenes, withdrawn. 
 
 Let noise and vanity be gone ; 
 
 In secret silence of the mind, 
 
 My heaven, and there my God, I find. 
 
 OlU l. :■:. " Give Me Thine Heart" a, STEELE. 
 
 JESUS demands this heart of mine, 
 Demands my love, my joy. my care : 
 
 But ah ! how dead to things divine, 
 How cold my best affections are ! 
 
 2 T is sin, alas ! with dreadful power. 
 Divides my Saviour from my sight ; 
 .. for one happy, cloudless hour 
 
 Of sacred freedom, sweet delight ! 
 
 3 Come, gracious Lord ! thy love can raise 
 My captive powers from sin and death, 
 
 And fill my heart and life with praise, 
 And tune my last expiring breath. 
 
 511 
 
 c. ::. "His Great Love" lEOWNE. 
 
 Lord ! at thy feet we sinners lie, 
 
 And knock at mercy's door : 
 With heavy heart and downcast eye. 
 
 Thy favor we implore. 
 
FIGHTINGS WITHOUT: FEARS WITHIN. 329 
 
 2 On us the vast extent display 
 Of thy forgiving love ; 
 
 Take all our heinous guilt away ; 
 This heavy load remove. 
 
 3 'Tis mercy — mercy we implore: 
 We would thy pity move : 
 
 Thy grace is an exhaustless store, 
 And thou thyself art love. 
 
 4 Oh, for thine own, for Jesus' sake, 
 Our numerous sins forgive ! 
 
 Thy grace our rocky hearts can break : 
 Heal us, and bid us live. 
 
 01^ L. M., 61. i John 4: 18. ANON. 
 
 " Perfect in love ! " Lord, can it be, 
 Amid this state of doubt and sin ? 
 
 While foes so thick without, I see, 
 With weakness, pain, disease within ; 
 
 Can perfect love inhabit here, 
 
 And, strong in faith, extinguish fear ? 
 
 2 O Lord ! amid this mental night, 
 Amid the clouds of dark dismay, 
 
 Arise ! arise ! shed forth thy light, 
 And kindle love's meridian day : 
 
 My Saviour God, to me appear, 
 
 So love shall triumph over fear. 
 
 t) X. O l. m. Psalm 130. I. WATTS. 
 
 From deep distress and troubled thoughts, 
 To thee, my God, I raise my cries ; 
 
 If thou severely mark our faults, 
 No flesh can stand before thine eyes. 
 
330 CHRISTIAN CONFLICT. 
 
 2 But thou hast built thy throne of grace, 
 Free to dispense thy pardons there ; 
 
 That sinners may approach thy face, 
 And hope and love, as well as fear. 
 
 3 As the benighted pilgrims wait, 
 And long, and wish for breaking day, 
 
 So waits my soul before thy gate : 
 When will my God his face display ? 
 
 4 My trust is fixed upon thy word, 
 
 Xor shall I trust thy word in vain ; 
 
 Let mourning souls address the Lord, 
 
 And find relief from all their pain. 
 
 5 Great is his love, and large his grace, 
 Through the redemption of his Son ; 
 
 He turns our feet from sinful ways, 
 
 And pardons what our hands have done. 
 
 014 7s. Psalm 13. w« gooi 
 
 Lord of mercy, just and kind ! 
 
 Wilt thou ne'er my guilt forgive ? 
 Never shall my troubled mind, 
 
 In thy kind remembrance, live ? 
 
 2 Lord ! how long shall Satan's art 
 Tempt my harassed soul to sin, 
 
 Triumph o'er my humbled heart, — 
 Fears without and guilt within ? 
 
 3 Lord, my God ! thine ear incline, 
 Bending to the prayer of faith ; 
 
 Cheer my eyes with light divine, 
 Lest I'sleep the sleep of death. 
 
FIGHTINGS WITHOUT: FEARS WITHIN. 331 
 OlO c. m. " Weary, Heavy-laden." j. nevvton. 
 
 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 fears 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, wondrous Love — to bleed and die, 
 To bear the cross and shame, 
 
 That guilty sinners, such as I, 
 Might plead thy gracious name ! 
 
 Oil) 7s, 6s, 8s. "Without Care." c. wesley. 
 
 Thou, O Lord, in tender love, 
 
 Dost all my burdens bear ; 
 Lift my heart to things above, 
 
 And fix it ever there ! 
 Calm in tumult's whirl I sit, 
 
 'Midst busy multitudes alone ; 
 Sweetly waiting at thy feet, 
 
 Till all thy will be done. 
 
332 CHRISTIAN COURAGE AND CHEER. 
 
 2 Careful without care I am, 
 Nor feel my happy toil ! 
 
 Kept in peace by Jesus' name, 
 
 Supported by his smile. 
 Joyful thus my faith to show, 
 
 I find his service my reward ; 
 Every work I do below, 
 
 I do it to the Lord. 
 
 3 To the desert or the cell, 
 Let others blindly fly, 
 
 In this evil world I dwell, 
 
 Unhurt, unspotted, I. 
 Here I find a house of prayer, 
 
 To which I inwardly retire ; 
 Walking unconcerned in care, 
 
 And unconsumed in fire. 
 
 01 I 6s, 5S, d. "Jehovah Nissi." t. j. fottek. 
 
 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, 
 And with hearts united, 
 
 Take our heavenward 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 ; 
 
CHRISTIAN COURAGE AND CHEER. 333 
 
 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 lower, 
 Pardon thou and save us 
 
 In the last dread hour. — Ref. 
 
 1 O 6s, 5s, d. "Fight the Good Fight" s. baring-gould. 
 
 Onward, Christian soldiers, 
 
 Marching as to war, 
 With the cross of Jesus 
 
 Going on before. 
 Christ, the royal Master, 
 
 Leads against the foe ; 
 Forward into battle, 
 
 See, his banners go. 
 
 Cho. — Onward, Christian soldiers, 
 Marching as to war, 
 With the cross of Jesus 
 Going on before. 
 
 2 Like a mighty army, 
 
 Moves the Church of God ; 
 
 Brothers, we are treading 
 Where the saints have trod ; 
 
334 CHRISTIAN COURAGE AND CHEER. 
 
 We are not divided, 
 
 All one body we, 
 One in hope and doctrine, 
 
 One in charity. — Cho. 
 
 3 Crowns and thrones may perish, 
 Kingdoms rise and wane, 
 
 But the Church of Jesus 
 Constant will remain ; 
 
 Gates of hell can never 
 
 'Gainst that Church prevail; 
 
 We have Christ's own promise, 
 And that cannot fail. — Cho. 
 
 4 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. — Cho. 
 
 519 
 
 8s, 4s. " All is Well." m. B. peters. 
 
 Through the love of God our Saviour, 
 
 All will be well; 
 Free and changeless is his favor ; 
 
 All, all is well. 
 Precious is the blood that healed us ; 
 Perfect is the grace that sealed us ; 
 Strong the hand stretched out to shield, us ; 
 
 All must be well. 
 
 2 Though we pass through tribulation, 
 
 All will be well ; 
 Ours is such a full salvation ; 
 
 All, all is well. 
 
CHRISTIAN COURAGE AND CHEER. 335 
 
 Happy still in God confiding, 
 Fruitful, if in Christ abiding, 
 Holy, through the Spirit's guiding, 
 All must be well. 
 
 3 We expect a bright to-morrow ; 
 
 All will be well ; 
 Faith can sing through days of sorrow, 
 
 All, all is well. 
 On our Father's love relying, 
 Jesus every need supplying, 
 Or in living, or in dying, 
 
 All must be well. 
 
 DJi\J 8s, 7s, d. Bearing the Cross. h. f. lyte. 
 
 Jesus, I my cross have taken, 
 
 All to leave, and follow thee ; 
 Naked, poor, despised, forsaken, 
 
 Thou, from hence, my all shalt be ! 
 Perish every fond ambition, 
 
 All I 've sought, or hoped, or known, 
 Yet how rich is my condition, 
 
 God and heaven are still my own ! 
 
 2 Let the world despise and leave me, 
 They have left my Saviour, too ; 
 
 Human hearts and looks deceive me — 
 
 Thou art not, like them, untrue ; 
 Oh, while thou dost smile upon me, 
 
 God of wisdom, love, and might, 
 
 l Foes may hate, and friends disown me. 
 
 Show thy face, and all is bright. 
 
 3 Man may trouble and distress me, 
 'T will but drive me to thy breast ; 
 
 Life with trials hard may press me ; 
 Heaven will bring me sweeter rest ! 
 
336 CHRISTIAN COURAGE AND CHEER. 
 
 Oh, 't is not in grief to harm me, 
 
 While thy love is left to me ; 
 Oh, 't were not in joy to charm me, 
 
 Were that joy unmixed with thee. 
 
 4 Go then, earthly fame and treasure ! 
 
 Come disaster, scorn, and pain ! 
 In thy service pain is pleasure, 
 
 With thy favor, loss is gain. 
 
 1 have called thee — Abba, Father ! 
 I have stayed my heart on thee ! 
 
 Storms may howl, and clouds may gather, 
 All must work for good to me. 
 
 tJ w JL 8s, 7s. The Crown Coming. h. f. lyte. 
 
 Soul, then know thy full salvation, 
 Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care ; 
 
 Joy, to find in every station 
 Something still to do or bear. 
 
 2 Think what Spirit dwells within thee ; 
 Think what Father's smiles are thine ; 
 
 Think that Jesus died to win thee ! 
 Child of heaven, canst thou repine ? 
 
 3 Haste thee on from grace to glory, 
 Armed by faith and winged by prayer ! 
 
 Heaven's eternal day 's before thee, 
 
 God's own hand shall guide thee there : 
 
 4 Soon shall close thy earthly mission, 
 Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days, 
 
 Hope shall change to glad fruition, 
 Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. 
 
CHRISTIAN COURAGE AND CHEER. 337 
 
 O— A 8s, 75, d. Psalm 91. j. Montgomery. 
 
 Call Jehovah thy salvation, 
 
 Rest beneath the Almighty's shade ; 
 In his secret habitation 
 
 Dwell, and never be dismayed : 
 There no tumult can alarm thee, 
 
 Thou shalt dread no hidden snare ; 
 Guile nor violence can harm thee, 
 
 In eternal safeguard there. 
 
 2 From the sword, at noonday wasting, 
 From the noisome pestilence, 
 
 In the depth of midnight, blasting, 
 God shall be thy sure defence : 
 
 Fear not thou the deadly quiver, 
 When a thousand feel the blow ; 
 
 Mercy shall thy soul deliver, 
 
 Though ten thousand be laid low. 
 
 3 Since, with pure and firm affection, 
 Thou on God hast set thy love, 
 
 With the wings of his protection, 
 He will shield thee from above; 
 
 Thou shalt call on him in trouble, 
 He will hearken, he will save ; 
 
 Here, for grief reward thee double, 
 Crown with life beyond the grave. 
 
 523 
 
 "Always." — Matt. 2S : 20, a. coles. 
 
 From thee, begetting sure conviction, 
 
 Sound out, O risen Lord, always 
 Those faithful words of valediction, 
 
 " Lo ! I am with you all the days." 
 
 Ref. — All the days, all the days ; 
 
 " Lo ! I am with you all the days."' 
 22 
 
338 CHRISTIAN COURAGE AND CHEER. 
 
 2 What things shall happen on the morrow 
 Thou kindly hidest from our gaze ; 
 
 But tellest us, in joy or sorrow, 
 
 " Lo ! I am with you all the days." — Ref. 
 
 3 When round our head the tempest rages, 
 And sink our feet in miry ways, 
 
 Thy voice comes floating down the ages — 
 " Lo ! I am with you all the days." — Ref. 
 
 4 O thou who art our life and meetness ! 
 Not death shall daunt us or amaze, 
 
 Hearing those words of power and sweetness, 
 " Lo ! I am with you all the days." — Ref. 
 
 O-t: l. m. Ephesians 6 : 14. 1. watts. 
 
 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 Saviour 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. 
 
CHRISTIAN COURAGE AND CHEER. 339 
 
 525 
 
 L. m. Isaiah 40 : 28-31. 1. watts. 
 
 Awake, our souls ! away, our fears ! 
 
 Let every trembling thought be gone ; 
 Awake, and run the heavenly race, 
 
 And put a cheerful courage on ! 
 
 2 True, 't is a strait and thorny road, 
 And mortal spirits tire and faint; 
 
 But they forget the mighty God, 
 
 Who feeds the strength of every saint — 
 
 3 The mighty God, whose matchless power 
 Is ever new and ever young, 
 
 And firm endures, while endless years 
 Their everlasting circles run. 
 
 4 From thee, the overflowing spring, 
 Our souls shall drink a fresh supply ; 
 
 While such as trust their native strength 
 Shall melt away, and droop, and die. 
 
 5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air, 
 We '11 mount aloft to thine abode; 
 
 On wings of love our souls shall fly, 
 Nor tire amid the heavenly road ! 
 
 OZOl m. " My Springs in Thee" J. edmeston. 
 
 Fountain of grace, rich, full, and free, 
 What need I, that is not in thee ? 
 Full pardon, strength to meet the day, 
 And peace which none can take aw 7 ay. 
 
 2 Doth sickness fill my heart with fear, 
 'T is sweet to know that thou art near ; 
 Am I with dread of justice tried, 
 'T is sweet to know that Christ hath died. 
 
340 CHRISTIAN COURAGE AND CHEER. 
 
 3 In life, thy promises of aid 
 Forbid my heart to be afraid ; 
 In death, peace gently vails the eyes, — 
 Christ rose, and I shall surely rise. 
 
 <j£ ( l. m. Jesus is for ever Mine. A. Steele. 
 
 When sins and fears, prevailing, rise, 
 
 And fainting hope almost expires, 
 To thee, O Lord, I lift my eyes ; 
 
 To thee I breathe my soul's desires. 
 
 2 Art thou not mine, my living Lord ? 
 And can my hope, my comfort die ? 
 
 'T is fixed on thine almighty word — 
 That word which built the earth and sky. 
 
 3 If my immortal Saviour lives, 
 Then my immortal life is sure; 
 
 His word a firm foundation gives ; 
 Here may I build and rest secure. 
 
 4 Here, O my soul, thy trust repose ; 
 If Jesus is for ever mine, 
 
 Not death itself — that last of foes — 
 Shall break a union so divine. 
 
 528 
 
 O L. m. " Complete hi Him." g. w. hinsdale. 
 
 My soul complete in Jesus stands ! 
 It fears no more the law's demands ; 
 The smile of God is sweet within, 
 Where all before was guilt and sin. 
 
 2 My soul at rest in Jesus lives ; 
 Accepts the peace his pardon gives ; 
 Receives the grace his death secured, 
 And pleads the anguish he endured. 
 
529 
 
 CHRISTIAN COURAGE AND CHEER. 341 
 
 3 My soul its every foe defies, 
 And cries — 'T is God that justifies ! 
 Who charges God's elect with sin ? 
 Shall Christ, who died their peace to win ? 
 
 4 A song of praise my soul shall sing, 
 To our eternal, glorious King ! 
 Shall worship humbly at his feet, 
 
 In whom alone it stands complete. 
 
 2 Cor. 12 : 9. 1. WATTS. 
 
 Let me but hear my Saviour say, 
 " 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, 
 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. 
 
 530 
 
 7s, d. " Come Home." J. swain. 
 
 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 ! " 
 
342 CHRISTIAN COURAGE AND CHEER. 
 
 2 In the way a thousand snares 
 
 Lie, to take us unawares ; 
 
 Satan, with malicious art, 
 
 Watches each unguarded part: 
 
 But, from Satan's malice free, 
 
 Saints shall soon victorious be ; 
 
 Soon the joyful news will come, 
 
 " Child, your Father calls — come home! " 
 
 3 But of all the foes we meet, 
 
 None so oft mislead our feet, 
 
 None betray us into sin, 
 
 Like the foes that dwell within ; 
 
 Yet let nothing spoil our peace, 
 
 Christ shall also conquer these ; 
 
 Soon the joyful news will come, 
 
 " Child, your Father calls — come home ! " 
 
 531 
 
 7s. " The Everlasting Arms." J. r. MACDUFF. 
 
 Everlasting arms of love 
 Are beneath, around, above ; 
 He who left his throne of light, 
 And unnumbered angels bright; — 
 
 2 He who on the accursed tree 
 Gave his precious life for me ; 
 He it is that bears me on, 
 
 His the arm I lean upon, 
 
 3 All things hasten to decay, 
 Earth and sea will pass away : 
 Soon will yonder circling sun 
 Cease his blazing course to run. 
 
CHRISTIAN COURAGE AND CHEER. 343 
 
 4 Scenes will vary, friends grow strange, 
 But the Changeless cannot change : 
 Gladly will I journey on, 
 With his arm to lean upon. 
 
 Otl^J 7s. Isaiah 35: 8-10. j. cexxick. 
 
 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 ! 
 You on Jesus' throne shall rest; 
 There your seat is now prepared ; 
 There your kingdom and reward. 
 
 4 Fear not, brethren ; joyful stand 
 On the borders of your land ; 
 Jesus Christ, your Father's Son, 
 Bids you undismayed go on. 
 
 5 Lord, submissive make us go, 
 Gladly leaving all below ; 
 Only thou our Leader be, 
 
 And we still will follow thee. 
 
 Odd 75 
 
 Redeeming Love. j. laxgford. 
 
 Now BEGIN the heavenly theme, 
 Sing aloud in Jesus' name ; 
 Ye, who Jesus' kindness prove, 
 Triumph in redeeming love. 
 
3-i-i CHRISTIAN COURAGE AND CHEER. 
 
 2 Ye, who see the Father's grace 
 Beaming in the Saviour's face, 
 As to Canaan on ye move, 
 Praise and bless redeeming love. 
 
 3 Mourning souls, dry up your tears ; 
 Banish all your guilty fears ; 
 
 See your guilt and curse remove, 
 Canceled by redeeming love. 
 
 4 Welcome, all by sin opprest, 
 Welcome to his sacred rest ; 
 Nothing brought him from above, 
 Nothing but redeeming love. 
 
 5 Hither, then, your music bring, 
 Strike aloud each joyful string; 
 Mortals, join the host above, 
 Join to praise redeeming love. 
 
 534 
 
 c. m. Martyr-Faith. Moravian. 
 
 Glory to God ! whose witness-train, 
 
 Those heroes bold in faith, 
 Could smile on poverty and pain, 
 
 And triumph ev'n in death. 
 
 2 Oh, may that faith our hearts sustain. 
 Wherein they fearless stood, 
 
 When, in the power of cruel men, 
 They poured their willing blood. 
 
 3 God whom we serve, our God, can save, 
 Can damp the scorching flame, 
 
 Can build an ark, can smooth the wave. 
 For such as love his name. 
 
CHRISTIAN COURAGE AND CHEER. 345 
 
 4 Lord! if thine arm support us still 
 
 With its eternal strength, 
 We shall o'ercome the mightiest ill, 
 
 And conquerors prove at length. 
 
 535 
 
 536 
 
 "The Elders." j. needham. 
 
 Rise, O my soul, pursue the path 
 
 By ancient worthies trod ; 
 Aspiring, view those holy men 
 
 Who lived and walked with God. 
 
 2 Though dead, they speak in reason's ear, 
 And in example live ; 
 
 Their faith, and hope, and mighty deeds 
 Still fresh instruction give. 
 
 3 'T was thro' the Lamb's most precious blood 
 They conquered every foe ; 
 
 And to his power and matchless grace 
 Their crowns of life they owe. 
 
 4 Lord, may I ever keep in view 
 The patterns thou hast given, 
 
 And ne'er forsake the blessed road 
 That led them safe to heaven. 
 
 "W hat Time I Am Afraid" t. Hastings. 
 In time of fear, when trouble 's near, 
 
 I look to thine abode ; 
 Though helpers fail, and foes prevail, 
 
 I '11 put my trust in God. 
 
 2 And what is life, 'mid toil and strife ? 
 
 What terror has the grave ? 
 Thine arm of power, in peril's hour, 
 
 The trembling soul will save. 
 
346 CHRISTIAN COURAGE AND CHEER. 
 
 3 In darkest skies, though storms arise, 
 
 I will not be dismayed : 
 O God of light, and boundless might, 
 
 My soul on thee is stayed ! 
 
 t)0 I c. m. " I Shall be with Him" r. Baxter. 
 
 Lord, it belongs not to my care 
 
 Whether I die or live ; 
 To love and serve thee is my share, 
 
 And this thy grace must give. 
 
 2 If life be long, I will be glad 
 That I may long obey ; 
 
 If short, yet why should I be sad 
 To soar to endless day ? 
 
 3 Christ leads me through no darker rooms 
 Than he went through before ; 
 
 No one into his kingdom comes 
 But through his opened door. 
 
 4 Come, Lord, when grace has made me meet, 
 Thy blessed face to see ; 
 
 For if thy work on earth be sweet, 
 What will thy glory be ? 
 
 5 Then shall I end my sad complaints, 
 And weary, sinful days, 
 
 And join with all triumphant saints 
 Who sing Jehovah's praise. 
 
 6 My knowledge of that life is small ; 
 The eye of faith is dim ; 
 
 But 't is enough that Christ knows all, 
 And I shall be with him. 
 
CHRISTIAN COURAGE AND CHEER. 347 
 
 DoO cm. " If God be for Us " f. w. faber. 
 
 God's glory is a wondrous thing, 
 
 Most strange in all its ways, 
 And of all things on earth, least like 
 What men agree to praise. 
 
 2 Oh, blest is he to whom is given 
 The instinct that can tell 
 
 That God is on the field, when he 
 Is most invisible ! 
 
 3 And blest is he who can divine 
 Where real right doth lie, 
 
 And dares to take the side that seems 
 Wrong to man's blindfold eye ! 
 
 4 Oh, learn to scorn the praise of men ! 
 Oh, learn to lose with God ! 
 
 For Jesus won the world through shame, 
 And beckons thee his road. 
 
 5 And right is right, since God is God ; 
 And right the day must win ; 
 
 To doubt would be disloyalty, 
 To falter would be sin ! 
 
 539 
 
 The Race. p. doddridge. 
 
 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. 
 
348 CHRISTIAN COURAGE AND CHEER. 
 
 3 'T is God's all-animating voice, 
 That calls thee from on high, 
 
 'Tis his own hand presents the prize 
 To thine aspiring eye. 
 
 4 Blest Saviour, introduced by thee 
 Have I my race begun ; 
 
 And, crowned with victory, at thy feet 
 I '11 lay my honors down. 
 
 540 
 
 The Warfare. i. \v 
 
 Am I a soldier of the cross, 
 
 A follower of the Lamb ? 
 And shall I fear to own his cause, 
 
 Or blush to speak his name ? 
 
 2 Must I be carried to the skies 
 On flowery beds of ease ? 
 
 While others fought to win the prize, 
 And sailed through bloody seas ? 
 
 3 Are there no foes for me to face ? 
 Must I not stem the flood ? 
 
 Is this vile world a friend to grace, 
 To help me on to God ? 
 
 4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign ; 
 Increase my courage, Lord ! 
 
 I '11 bear the toil, endure the pain, 
 Supported by thy word. 
 
 5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war, 
 Shall conquer, though they die ; 
 
 They view the triumph from afar, 
 And seize it with their eye. 
 
CHRISTIAN COURAGE AND CHEER. 349 
 
 6 When that illustrious day shall rise, 
 
 And all thine armies shine 
 In robes of victory through the skies, 
 
 The glory shall be thine. 
 
 04:1 cm. " I'm Not As fiamed." i. watts. 
 
 1 'm not ashamed to own my Lord, 
 
 Or to defend his cause ; 
 Maintain the honor of his word, 
 The glory of his cross. 
 
 2 Jesus, my God ! — I know his name — 
 His name is all my trust ; 
 
 Nor will he put my soul to shame, 
 Nor let my hope be lost. 
 
 3 Firm as his throne his promise stands, 
 And he can well secure 
 
 What I 've committed to his hands, 
 Till the decisive hour. 
 
 4 Then will he own my worthless name 
 Before his Father's face, 
 
 And in the new Jerusalem 
 Appoint my soul a place. 
 
 Ot:Z c. m. Isaiah 35 : 8-10. p. doddridge. 
 
 Sing, all ye ransomed of the Lord, 
 
 Your great Deliverer sing; 
 Ye pilgrims, now for Zion bound, 
 Be joyful in your King. 
 
 2 His hand divine shall lead you on, 
 Through all the blissful road ; 
 
 Till to the sacred mount you rise, 
 And see your gracious God. 
 
350 CHRISTIAN COURAGE AND CHEER. 
 
 3 Bright garlands of immortal joy 
 Shall bloom on every head ; 
 
 While sorrow, sighing, and distress, 
 Like shadows, all are fled. 
 
 4 March on in your Redeemer's strength ; 
 Pursue his footsteps still ; 
 
 And let the prospect cheer your eye 
 While laboring up the hill. 
 
 04:0 c. m. No Cross, No Crown, t. shepherd, alt. 
 
 Must Jesus bear the cross alone, 
 
 And all the world go free ? 
 No, there 's a cross for every one, 
 
 And there 's a cross for me. 
 
 2 How happy are the saints above, 
 Who once went sorrowing here ! 
 
 But now they taste unmingled love, 
 And joy without a tear. 
 
 3 The consecrated cross I '11 bear, 
 Till death shall set me free ; 
 
 And then go home my crown to wear, 
 For there 's a crown for me. 
 
 4 Upon the crystal pavement, down 
 At Jesus' pierced feet, 
 
 Joyful, I '11 cast my golden crown, 
 And his dear name repeat. 
 
 5 And palms shall wave, and harps shall ring, 
 Beneath heaven's arches high ; 
 
 The Lord that lives, the ransomed sing, 
 That lives no more to die. 
 
CHRISTIAN COURAGE AND CHEER. 351 
 
 6 Oh, precious cross ! oh, glorious crown ! 
 
 Oh, resurrection day ! 
 Ye angels, from the stars come down, 
 
 And bear my soul away. 
 
 Ott s. m. Christian Pilgrims. T. kelly. 
 
 The people of the Lord 
 
 Are on their way to heaven ; 
 There they obtain their great reward ; 
 
 The prize will there be given. 
 
 2 'T is conflict here below ; 
 
 'T is triumph there, and peace : 
 
 On earth we wrestle with the foe ; 
 
 In heaven our conflicts cease. 
 
 3 'T is gloom and darkness here ; 
 'T is light and joy above ; 
 
 There all is pure, and all is clear ; 
 There all is peace and love. 
 
 4 There rest shall follow toil, 
 And ease succeed to care : 
 
 The victors there divide the spoil ; 
 They sing and triumph there. 
 
 5 Then let us joyful sing : 
 The conflict is not long : 
 
 We hope in heaven to praise our King 
 In one eternal song. 
 
 s. iff. " Jehovah Jireh." J. swain, 
 
 I STAND on Zion's mount, 
 
 And view my starry crown ; 
 No power on earth my hope can shake, 
 
 Nor hell can thrust me down. 
 
 545 
 
352 CHRISTIAN COURAGE AND CHEER. 
 
 2 The lofty hills and towers, 
 That lift their heads on high, 
 
 Shall all be leveled low in dust — 
 Their very names shall die. 
 
 3 The vaulted heavens shall fall, 
 Built by Jehovah's hands ; 
 
 But firmer than the heavens, the Rock 
 Of my salvation stands ! 
 
 546 
 
 547 
 
 s. m. " Goeth Forth Weeping." g. burgess. 
 The harvest dawn is near, 
 
 The year delays not long ; 
 And he who sows with many a tear, 
 
 Shall reap with many a song. 
 
 2 Sad to his toil he goes, 
 
 His seed with weeping leaves ; 
 
 But he shall come, at twilight's close, 
 And bring his golden sheaves. 
 
 5. M. " Watch." G. HEATH. 
 
 My soul, be on thy guard, 
 
 Ten thousand foes arise ; 
 And hosts of sin 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 lay thine armor down ; 
 
 Thine arduous work will not be done, 
 Till thou obtain thy crown. 
 
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 549 
 
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 CHRISTIAN COURAGE AND CHEER. 353 
 
 4 Fight on, my soul, till death 
 
 Shall bring thee to thy God ! 
 He '11 take thee at thy parting breath, 
 
 Up to his blest abode. 
 
 . m. " Weigh Not Thy Life." l. swain. 
 
 My soul, weigh not thy life 
 
 Against thy heavenly crown ; 
 Nor suffer Satan's deadliest strife 
 To beat thy courage down. 
 
 2 With prayer and crying strong, 
 Hold on the fearful fight, 
 
 And let the breaking day prolong 
 The wrestling of the night. 
 
 3 The battle soon will yield, 
 If thou thy part fulfill ; 
 
 For strong as is the hostile shield, 
 Thy sword is stronger still, 
 
 4 Thine armor is divine, 
 Thy feet with victory shod ; 
 
 And on thy head shall quickly shine 
 The diadem of God. 
 
 s. m. "He Careth." p. doddridge. 
 
 How gentle God's commands ! 
 
 How kind his precepts are ! 
 Come, cast your burdens on the Lord, 
 
 And trust his constant care. 
 
 2 Beneath his watchful eye 
 
 His saints securely dwell ; 
 That hand that bears creation up 
 
 Shall guard his children well. 
 
354 CHRISTIAN COURAGE AND CHEER. 
 
 3 Why should this anxious load 
 Press down your weary mind ? 
 
 Haste to your heavenly Father's throne, 
 And sweet refreshment find. 
 
 4 His goodness stands approved, 
 Unchanged from day to day : 
 
 I '11 drop my burden at his feet, 
 And bear a song away. 
 
 OOU S. M. Psalm 25. I. WATTS. 
 
 Mine eyes and my desire 
 Are ever to the Lord ; 
 
 1 love to plead his promises, 
 And rest upon his word. 
 
 2 Lord, turn to thee my soul ; 
 Bring thy salvation near : 
 
 When will thy hand release my feet 
 From sin's destructive snare ? 
 
 3 When shall the sovereign grace 
 Of my forgiving God 
 
 Restore me from those dangerous ways 
 My wandering feet have trod ? 
 
 4 Oh, keep my soul from death, 
 Nor put my hope to shame ! 
 
 For I have placed my only trust 
 In my Redeemer's name. 
 
 5 With humble faith I wait 
 To see thy face again ; 
 
 Of Israel it shall ne'er be said, 
 He sought the Lord in vain. 
 
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 552 
 
 CHRISTIAN COURAGE AND CHEER. 355 
 
 s. m. Psalm 6o. T. KELLY. 
 
 Arise, ye saints, arise ! 
 
 The Lord our Leader is ; 
 The foe before his banner flies, 
 
 And victory is his. 
 
 2 We follow thee, our Guide, 
 Our Saviour, and our King I 
 
 We follow thee, through grace supplied 
 From heaven's eternal spring. 
 
 3 We soon shall see the day 
 When all our toils shall cease ; 
 
 When we shall cast our arms away, 
 And dwell in endless peace. 
 
 4 This hope supports us here ; 
 It makes our burdens light ; 
 
 'T will serve our drooping hearts to cheer. 
 Till faith shall end in sight. 
 
 5 Till, of the prize possessed, 
 W T e hear of war no more ; 
 
 And ever with our Leader rest, 
 On yonder peaceful shore. 
 
 3. M. Psalm 31. H. F. LYTE. 
 
 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. 
 
356 CHRISTIAN COURAGE AND CHEER. 
 
 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 mast be good for me, — 
 Secure of having thee in all, 
 Of having all in thee. 
 
 QQo s. m. Our Salvatio?i Near. a. m. toplady. 
 
 Your harps, ye trembling saints, 
 
 Down from the willows take : 
 Loud to the praise of love divine 
 Bid every string awake. 
 
 2 Though in a foreign land, 
 We are not far from home ; 
 
 And nearer to our house above 
 We every moment come. 
 
 3 His grace will to the end 
 Stronger and brighter shine ; 
 
 Nor present things, nor things to come, 
 Shall quench the spark divine. 
 
 4 When we in darkness walk, 
 Nor feel the heavenly flame, 
 
 Then is the time to trust our God, 
 And rest upon his name. 
 
 5 Soon shall our doubts and fears 
 Subside at his control ; 
 
 His loving-kindness shall break through 
 The midnight of the soul. 
 
CHRISTIAN COURAGE AND CHEER. 357 
 
 6 Blest is the man, O God, 
 
 Who stays himself on thee ; 
 Who waits for thy salvation, Lord, 
 
 Shall thy salvation see. 
 
 OO^z 5. if. " Be of 'Good Courage" J. wesley, tr. 
 Give to the winds thy fears ; 
 
 Hope, and be undismayed ; 
 God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears ; 
 
 God shall lift up thy head. 
 
 2 Through waves, and clouds, and storms 
 He gently clears thy way ; 
 
 Wait thou his time ; so shall this night 
 Soon end in joyous day. 
 
 3 What though thou rulest not ! 
 Yet heaven, and earth, and hell 
 
 Proclaim, God sitteth on the throne, 
 And ruleth all things well. 
 
 4 Far, far above thy thought 
 His counsel shall appear, 
 
 When fully he the work has wrought, 
 That caused thy needless fear. 
 
 ODD 7s, 6s, d. Matthew 6 : 25-34. w. cowper. 
 
 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. 
 
358 CHRISTIAN COURAGE AND CHEER. 
 
 2 In holy contemplation, 
 We sweetly then pursue 
 
 The theme of God's salvation, 
 
 And find it ever new : 
 Set free from present sorrow, 
 
 We cheerfully can say, 
 Let the unknown to-morrow 
 
 Bring with it what it may. 
 
 3 It can bring with it nothing, 
 But he will bring 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 fruits should bear, 
 
 Though all the fields should wither, 
 Nor flocks, nor herds be there ; 
 
 Yet God the same abiding, 
 
 His praise shall tune my voice, 
 
 For while in him confiding, 
 I cannot but rejoice. 
 
 ODD 7s, 6s, d. Perfect Peace. a. e. waring. 
 
 In heavenly love abiding, 
 
 No change my heart shall fear, 
 And safe is such confiding, 
 
 For nothing changes here : 
 The storm may roar without me, 
 
 My heart may low be laid, 
 But God is round about me, 
 
 And can I be dismayed ? 
 
557 
 
 CHRISTIAN COURAGE AND CHEER. 359 
 
 2 Wherever he may guide me, 
 No want shall turn me back ; 
 
 My Shepherd is beside me, 
 
 And nothing can I lack : 
 His wisdom ever waketh, 
 
 His sight is never dim : 
 He knows the way he taketh, 
 
 And I will walk with him. 
 
 3 Green pastures are before me, 
 Which yet I have not seen ; 
 
 Bright skies will soon be o'er me, 
 Where darkest clouds have been : 
 
 My hope I cannot measure ; 
 My path to life is free ; 
 
 My Saviour has my treasure, 
 And he will walk with me. 
 
 7, 6s, d. " Having Done All, Stand '." g. duffield. 
 Stand up ! — stand up for Jesus ! 
 
 Ye soldiers of the cross ; 
 Lift high his royal banner, 
 
 It must not suffer loss : 
 From victory unto victory 
 
 His army shall he lead, 
 Till every foe is vanquished, 
 
 And Christ is Lord indeed. 
 
 2 Stand up ! — stand up for Jesus ! 
 
 The trumpet call obey ; 
 Forth to the mighty conflict, 
 
 In this his glorious day : 
 "Ye that are men, now serve him," 
 
 Against unnumbered foes ; 
 Let courage rise with danger, 
 
 And strength to strength oppose. 
 
360 CHRISTIAN COURAGE AND CHEER. 
 
 3 Stand up ! — stand up for Jesus ! 
 Stand in his strength alone ; 
 
 The arm of flesh will fail you — 
 Ye dare not trust your own : 
 
 Put on the gospel armor, 
 And, watching unto prayer, 
 
 Where duty calls, or danger, 
 Be never wanting there. 
 
 4 Stand up ! — stand up for Jesus ! 
 The strife will not be long ; 
 
 This day, the noise of battle, 
 The next, the victor's song : 
 
 To him that overcometh, 
 A crown of life shall be ; 
 
 He with the King of glory 
 Shall reign eternally ! 
 
 558 
 
 c. p. m. " Bliss-inspiring Hope." c. wesley. 
 
 Come on, my partners in distress, 
 My comrades through the wilderness, 
 
 Who still your bodies feel : 
 Awhile forget your griefs and fears, 
 And look beyond this vale of tears, 
 
 To that celestial hill. 
 
 2 Beyond the bounds of time and space, 
 Look forward to that heavenly place, 
 
 The saints' secure abode ; 
 On faith's strong eagle-pinions rise, 
 And force your passage to the skies, 
 
 And scale the mount of God. 
 
 3 Who suffer with our Master here, 
 We shall before his face appear, 
 
 And by his side sit down ; 
 
CHRISTIAN COURAGE AND CHEER. 361 
 
 To patient faith the prize is sure ; 
 And all that to the end endure 
 The cross, shall wear the crown. 
 
 QQt/ c. p. m. " Complete in Him." s. medley. 
 
 Come join, ye saints, with heart and voice, 
 Alone in Jesus to rejoice, 
 
 And worship at his feet ; 
 Come, take his praises on your tongues, 
 And raise to him your thankful songs, 
 
 " In him ye are complete ! " 
 
 2 In him, who all our praise excels, 
 The fullness of the Godhead dwells, 
 
 And all perfections meet : 
 The head of all celestial powers, 
 Divinely theirs, divinely ours ; — 
 
 " In him ye are complete ! " 
 
 3 Still onward urge your heavenly way, 
 Dependent on him day by day, 
 
 His presence still entreat ; 
 His precious name for ever bless, 
 Your glory, strength, and righteousness, — 
 
 " In him ye are complete ! " 
 
 560 
 
 c. p. M. " Fear Not, Little Flock." c. winkworth, /r. 
 Fear not, O little flock, the foe 
 Who madly seeks your overthrow ; 
 
 Dread not his rage and power ; 
 What tho' your courage sometimes faints. 
 His seeming triumph o'er God's saints 
 
 Lasts but a little hour. 
 
362 CHRISTIAN COURAGE AND CHEER. 
 
 2 Be of good cheer ; your cause belongs 
 To him who can avenge your wrongs ; 
 
 Leave it to him, our Lord ! 
 Though hidden yet from mortal eyes, 
 He sees the Gideon that shall rise 
 
 To save us, and his word. 
 
 3 As true as God's own word is true, 
 Not earth nor hell with all their crew 
 
 Against us shall prevail; 
 A jest and by- word are they grown; 
 God is with us, we are his own, 
 
 Our victory cannot fail ! 
 
 4 Amen, Lord Jesus, grant our prayer ! 
 Great Captain, now thine arm make bare, 
 
 Fight for us once again ! 
 So shall thy saints and martyrs raise, 
 A mighty chorus to thy praise, 
 
 World without end : Amen ! 
 
 561 
 
 a. " Casting all Care on God." j. anstice. 
 
 O Lord ! how happy should we be. 
 If we could cast our care on thee, 
 
 If we from self could rest ; 
 And feel, at heart, that One above, 
 In perfect wisdom, perfect love, 
 
 Is working for the best ! 
 
 2 How far from this our daily life, 
 Ever disturbed by anxious strife, 
 
 By sudden, wild alarms ! 
 Oh, could we but relinquish all 
 Our earthly props, and simply fall 
 
 On thine almighty arms ! 
 
CHRISTIAN COURAGE AND CHEER. 363 
 
 Ot)^ p. m. " Lead On" j. borthwick, tr. 
 
 Jesus, still lead on, 
 
 Till our rest be won ; 
 And although the way be cheerless, 
 We will follow, calm and fearless ; 
 
 Guide us by thy hand 
 
 To our Fatherland. 
 
 2 If the way be drear, 
 If the foe be near, 
 
 Let not faithless fears o'ertake us, 
 Let not faith and hope forsake us ; 
 
 For, through many a foe, 
 
 To our home we go. 
 
 3 When we seek relief 
 From a long-felt grief, 
 
 When temptations come, alluring, 
 Make us patient and enduring ; 
 
 Show us that bright shore 
 
 Where we weep no more. 
 
 4 Jesus, still lead on, 
 Till our rest be won ; 
 
 Heavenly Leader, still direct us, 
 Still support, console, protect us. 
 
 Till we safely stand 
 
 In our Fatherland. 
 
 ObO us. " Fear Not" g. keith. 
 
 How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord ! 
 Is laid for your faith in his excellent word ! 
 What more can he say, than to you he hath said, — 
 To you, who for refuge to Jesus have fled ? 
 
364 CHRISTIAN COURAGE AND CHEER. 
 
 2 " Fear not, I am with thee, oh, be not dismayed, 
 For I am thy God, I will still give thee aid ; 
 
 I '11 strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand, 
 Upheld by my gracious, omnipotent hand. 
 
 3 " When through the deep waters I call thee to go, 
 The rivers of sorrow shall not overflow ; 
 
 For I will be with thee thy trouble to bless, 
 And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress. 
 
 4 " When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie 
 My grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy supply ; 
 
 The flame shall not hurt thee ; I only design 
 Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine. 
 
 5 " Ev'n down to old age all my people shall prove 
 My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love; 
 
 And then, when gray 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, 
 
 1 '11 never — no never — no never forsake ! " 
 
 Out us. Psalm 23. j. Montgomery. 
 
 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 op- 
 pressed. 
 
 2 Thro' 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. 
 
CHRISTIAN COURAGE AND CHEER. 365 
 
 3 In the midst of affliction, my table is spread ; 
 With blessings unmeasured my cup runneth 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 ; 
 
 1 seek, by the path which my forefathers trod 
 Thro' the land of their sojourn, thy kingdom of love. 
 
 OOO us. " Faint, yet Pztrsuing" J. N. darby. 
 
 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 com- 
 plaint ; 
 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, [snares. 
 And brings back the wanderers all safe from the 
 
 4 Tho' clouds may surround us, our God is our light ; 
 Tho' 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 ! 
 
 566 
 
 8s, 7s, d. "Finish Thy New Creation." c. wesley. 
 
 Love divine, all love excelling, — 
 Joy of heaven, to earth come down ! 
 
 Fix in us thy humble dwelling, 
 All thy faithful mercies crown : 
 
366 CHRISTIAN COURAGE AND CHEER. 
 
 Jesus ! thou art all compassion, 
 Pure, unbounded love thou art ; 
 
 Visit us with thy salvation, 
 Enter every trembling heart. 
 
 2 Breathe, oh, breathe thy loving Spirit 
 
 Into every troubled breast ! 
 Let us all in thee inherit, 
 
 Let us find the promised rest : 
 Come, almighty to deliver ; 
 
 Let us all thy life receive ! 
 Speedily return, and never, 
 
 Never more thy temples leave ! 
 
 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. 
 
 567 
 
 8s, 7s, D. What a Friend. anc 
 
 What a Friend we have in Jesus, 
 
 All our sins and griefs to bear ! 
 What a privilege to carry 
 
 Everything to God in prayer ! 
 Oh, what peace we often forfeit, 
 
 Oh, what needless pain we bear, 
 All because we do not carry 
 
 Everything to God in prayer/ 
 
568 
 
 569 
 
 CHRISTIAN COURAGE AND CHEER. 367 
 
 2 Have we trials and temptations ? 
 
 Is there trouble anywhere ? 
 We should never be discouraged, — 
 
 Take it to the Lord in prayer. 
 Can we find a friend so faithful, 
 
 Who will all our sorrows share ? 
 Jesus knows our every weakness — 
 
 Take it to the Lord in prayer. 
 
 _ " Clinging.''' f. c. van alstyne. 
 Saviour, more than life to me, 
 
 1 am clinging, clinging close to thee ; 
 Let thy precious blood applied, 
 Keep me ever, ever near thy side. 
 
 Ref. — Every day, every hour, 
 
 Let me feel thy cleansing power ; 
 
 May thy tender love to me, 
 
 Bind me closer, closer, Lord, to thee. 
 
 2 Through this changing world below, 
 Lead me gently, gently as I go ; 
 Trusting thee, I cannot stray, 
 
 I can never, never lose my way. — Ref. 
 
 3 Let me love thee more and more, 
 Till this fleeting, fleeting life is o'er ; 
 Till my soul is lost in love, 
 
 In a brighter, brighter world above. — Ref. 
 
 p. m. Our Master. j. m. neale, tr. 
 
 Art thou weary, art thou languid, 
 
 Art thou sore distressed ? 
 " Come to me," saith One, "and coming, 
 Be at rest." 
 
368 CHRISTIAN COURAGE AND CHEER. 
 
 2 Hath he marks to lead me to him, 
 If he be my Guide ? — 
 
 " In his feet and hands are wound-prints, 
 And his side." 
 
 3 Is there diadem, as Monarch, 
 That his brow adorns ? — 
 
 " Yea, a crown, in very surety ; 
 But of thorns." 
 
 4 If I find him, if I follow, 
 What his guerdon 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 passed." 
 
 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." 
 
 O I U s. m. "To Live is Christ." anon. 
 
 For me to live is Christ, 
 
 To die is endless gain ; 
 For him I gladly bear the cross, 
 
 And welcome grief and pain. 
 
CHRISTIAN COURAGE AND CHEER. 369 
 
 2 A pilgrimage my lot, 
 My home is in the skies ; 
 
 I nightly pitch my tent below, 
 And daily higher rise. 
 
 3 I fare with Christ my Lord ; 
 His path the path I choose ; 
 
 They joy who suffer most with him — ■ 
 They win who with him lose. 
 
 4 The dawn on distant hills 
 Shines o'er the vales below ; 
 
 The shadows of this world are lost 
 In light to which I go. 
 
 5 My journey soon will end, 
 My scrip and staff laid down : 
 
 Oh, tempt me not with earthly toys — 
 I go to wear a crown. 
 
 6 Faithful may I endure, 
 And hear my Saviour say, 
 
 Thrice welcome home, beloved child, 
 Inherit endless day ! 
 
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 Psalm 125. 1. watts. 
 
 Unshaken as the sacred hill, 
 
 And fixed as mountains be, 
 Firm as a rock the soul shall rest, 
 
 That leans, O Lord, on thee ! 
 
 2 Not walls nor hills could guard so well 
 
 Old Salem's happy ground, 
 As those eternal arms of love, 
 
 That every saint surround. 
 
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370 CHRISTIAN COURAGE AND CHEER. 
 
 3 Deal gently, Lord, with souls sincere, 
 
 And lead them safely on 
 To the bright gates of Paradise, 
 
 Where Christ, their Lord, is gone. 
 
 O • Li p. m. " Nearer io Thee." carey. 
 
 Along the mountain track of life, 
 Along the weary lea, 
 
 In rocks, in storms, in joy, in strife, 
 Let this my heart-cry be, — 
 " Nearer to thee — nearer to thee." 
 
 2 This pilgrim-path by thee was trod, 
 Jesus, — my King, by thee, 
 
 Traced by thy tears, thy feet, thy blood, 
 In love, in death, for me : 
 Oh, bring my soul nearer to thee. 
 
 3 Let every step, let every thought 
 Sweet memories bear of thee ; 
 
 And hear the soul thy love hath bought, 
 Whose every cry shall be — 
 "Nearer to thee — nearer to thee." 
 
 4 Thou wilt ! thou dost ! — a still small voice 
 Whispers of faith in thee, 
 
 Of hope that might in grief rejoice, 
 If still the way-cry be, — 
 " Nearer to thee — nearer to thee." 
 
 573 
 
 P. m. " Lead Me On" 
 
 Traveling to the better land, 
 O'er the desert's scorching sand, 
 Father ! let me grasp thy hand ; 
 Lead me on, lead me on ! 
 
CHRISTIAN COURAGE AND CHEER. 371 
 
 2 When at Marah, parched with heat, 
 I the sparkling fountain greet, 
 Make the bitter water sweet ; 
 
 Lead me on ! 
 
 3 When the wilderness is drear, 
 Show me Elim's palm-grove near, 
 And her wells, as crystal clear : 
 
 Lead me on ! 
 
 4 Through the water, through the fire, 
 Never let me fall or tire, 
 
 Every step brings Canaan nigher : 
 Lead me on ! 
 
 5 Bid me stand on Nebo's height, 
 Gaze upon the land of light, 
 Then, transported with the sight, 
 
 Lead me on ! 
 
 6 When I stand on Jordan's brink, 
 Never let me fear or shrink ; 
 Hold me, Father, lest I sink : 
 
 Lead me on ! 
 
 7 When the victory is won, 
 And eternal life begun, 
 Up to glory lead me on ! 
 
 Lead me on, lead me on ! 
 
 J it ios, iis. The Lord will Provide. j. newton. 
 
 Though troubles assail, and dangers affright, 
 Though friends should all fail, and foes all unite, 
 Yet one thing secures us, whatever betide, 
 The promise assures us, "The Lord will provide." 
 
372 CHRISTIAN COURAGE AND CHEER. 
 
 2 The birds, without barn or store-house, are fed; 
 From them let us learn to trust for our bread : 
 His saints what is fitting shall ne'er be denied, 
 
 So long as 't is written, " The Lord will provide." 
 
 3 When life sinks apace, and death is in view ; 
 The word of his grace shall comfort us through : 
 Not fearing or doubting, with Christ on our side, 
 We hope to die shouting, " The Lord will provide." 
 
 OIO p. m. " Songs in the Night." anon. 
 
 My life flows on in endless song; 
 Above earth's lamentation, 
 
 1 catch the sweet, though far-off, hymn 
 That hails a new creation ; 
 
 Through all the tumult and the strife, 
 
 I hear the music ringing ; 
 It finds an echo in my soul — 
 
 How can I keep from singing? 
 
 2 What though my joys and comforts die ? 
 The Lord my Saviour liveth ; 
 
 What though the darkness gather round ? 
 
 Songs in the night he giveth ; 
 No storm can shake my inmost calm, 
 
 While to that refuge clinging ; 
 Since Christ is Lord of heaven and earth, 
 
 How can I keep from singing ? 
 
 3 I lift my eyes ; the cloud grows thin ; 
 I see the blue above it ; 
 
 And day by day this pathway smooths, 
 Since first I learned to love it ; 
 
CHRISTIAN COURAGE AND CHEER. 373 
 
 The peace of Christ makes fresh my heart, 
 
 A fountain ever springing ; 
 All things are mine since I am his — 
 
 How can I keep from singing ? 
 
 OlO ios, iis. Christ with Us. J. newton. 
 
 Begone, unbelief, my Saviour is near, 
 And for my relief will surely appear ; 
 By prayer let me wrestle, and he will perform, 
 With Christ in the vessel, I smile at the storm. 
 
 2 Though dark be my way, since he is my guide, 
 'T is mine to obey, 't is his to provide; 
 Though cisterns be broken, and creatures all fail, 
 The word he has spoken shall surely prevail. 
 
 3 His love in time past forbids me to think 
 He '11 leave me at last in trouble to sink ; 
 Each sweet Ebenezer I have in review, 
 
 Confirms his good pleasure to help me quite through. 
 
 4 Since all that I meet shall work for my good, 
 The bitter is sweet, the medicine is food ; 
 Though painful at present, 't will cease before long, 
 And then, oh, how pleasant the conqueror's song ! 
 
 Oil 9s, 8s. Rom. 13 : 11, 12. j. rusling. 
 
 Christian, the morn breaks sweetly o'er thee, 
 
 And all the midnight shadows flee, 
 Tinged are the distant skies with glory, 
 
 A beacon-light hung out for thee ; 
 Arise ! arise ! the light breaks o'er thee ; 
 
 Thy name is graven on the throne ; 
 Thy home is in the world of glory, 
 
 Where thy Redeemer reigns alone. 
 
374 CHRISTIAN COURAGE AND CHEER. 
 
 2 Tossed on time's rude, relentless surges, 
 Calmly composed, and dauntless stand, 
 
 For lo ! beyond those scenes emerges 
 
 The height that bounds the promised land : 
 
 Behold ! behold ! the land is nearing, 
 Where the wild sea-storm's rage is o'er ; 
 
 Hark ! how the heavenly hosts are cheering, 
 See in what throngs they range the shore ! 
 
 3 Cheer up ! cheer up ! the day breaks o'er thee, 
 Bright as the summer's noontide ray, 
 
 The star-gemmed crowns and realms of glory 
 
 Invite thy happy soul away ; 
 Away ! away ! leave all for glory, 
 
 Thy name is graven on the throne ; 
 Thy home is in that world of glory, 
 
 Where thy Redeemer reigns alone. 
 
 D ( O S. M. Psalm 23. A. STEELE. 
 
 While my Redeemer 's near, 
 My Shepherd and my guide, 
 
 1 bid farewell to anxious fear ; 
 
 My wants are all supplied. 
 
 2 To ever-fragrant meads, 
 Where rich abundance grows, 
 
 His gracious hand indulgent leads, 
 And guards my sweet repose. 
 
 3 Dear Shepherd, if I stray, 
 My wandering feet restore ; 
 
 To thy fair pastures guide my way, 
 And let me rove no more. 
 
CHRISTIAN COURAGE AND CHEER. 375 
 
 4 Unworthy, as I am, 
 
 Of thy protecting care, 
 Jesus, I plead thy gracious name, 
 
 For all my hopes are there. 
 
 O I y s. m. The Warfare. c. wesley. 
 
 Soldiers of Christ, arise, 
 
 And put your armor on, 
 Strong in the strength which God supplies 
 
 Through his eternal Son. 
 
 2 Strong in the Lord of hosts, 
 And in his mighty power, 
 
 Who in the strength of Jesus trusts 
 Is more than conqueror. 
 
 3 Stand, then, in his great might, 
 With all his strength endued, 
 
 And take, to arm you for the fight, 
 The panoply of God. 
 
 4 Till, having all things done, 
 And all your conflicts past, 
 
 You may o'ercome, through Christ alone, 
 And stand entire at last. 
 
 5 From strength to strength go on ; 
 W T restle, 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. 
 
376 CHRISTIAN COURAGE AND CHEER. 
 
 580 
 
 581 
 
 7s, 6s, d. Psalm 77. j. Montgomery. 
 
 In time of tribulation, 
 
 Hear, Lord ! my feeble cries ; 
 With humble supplication 
 
 To thee my spirit flies : 
 My heart with grief is breaking; 
 
 Scarce can my voice complain : 
 Mine eyes, with tears kept waking, 
 
 Still watch and weep in vain. 
 
 2 Thee, with the tribes assembled, 
 O God, the billows saw; 
 
 They saw thee and they trembled, 
 Turned, and stood still with awe ; 
 
 The clouds shot hail, — they lightened,— 
 The earth reeled to and fro ; 
 
 The fiery pillar brightened 
 The gulf of gloom below. 
 
 3 Thy way is in great waters ; 
 Thy footsteps are not known : 
 
 Let Adam's sons and daughters 
 
 Confide in thee alone : 
 Through the wild sea thou leddest 
 
 Thy chosen flock of yore : 
 Still on the waves thou treadest, 
 
 And thy redeemed pass o'er. 
 
 6s, 5s. Growth by Conflict. 
 
 Purer yet and purer 
 I would be in mind, 
 
 Dearer yet and dearer 
 Every duty find ; 
 
582 
 
 CHRISTIAN COURAGE AND CHEER. 377 
 
 Hoping still and trusting 
 
 God without a fear, 
 Patiently believing 
 
 He will make all clear. 
 
 2 Calmer yet and calmer 
 Trial bear and pain, 
 
 Surer yet and surer 
 
 Peace at last to gain; 
 Suffering still and doing, 
 
 To his will resigned, 
 And to God subduing, 
 
 Heart and will and mind. 
 
 3 Higher yet and higher 
 Out of clouds and night, 
 
 Nearer yet and nearer 
 
 Rising to the light — 
 Light serene and holy, 
 
 Where my soul may rest, 
 Purified and lowly, 
 
 Sanctified and blest. 
 
 4 Quicker yet and quicker 
 Ever onward press, 
 
 Firmer yet and firmer 
 
 Step as I progress : 
 Oft these earnest longings 
 
 Swell within my breast, 
 Yet their inner meaning 
 
 Ne'er can be expressed. 
 
 h. m. i Tim. 6 : i2. j. Montgomery. 
 
 Fight the good fight ! lay hold 
 
 Upon eternal life ; 
 Keep but thy shield, — be bold ! 
 
 Stand through the hottest strife : 
 
378 CHRISTIAN COURAGE AND CHEER. 
 
 With thy great Captain on the field, 
 Thou canst not fail, unless thou yield. 
 
 2 No force of earth or hell, 
 Though fiends with men unite, 
 
 Truth's champion can compel, 
 However pressed, to flight : 
 He stands unmoved upon the field; 
 He cannot fall, unless he yield. 
 
 3 Great words are these, and strong; 
 Yet, Lord, I look to thee ; 
 
 To whom alone belong 
 
 Valor and victory : 
 With thee, my Captain, in the field, 
 I must prevail — I cannot yield. 
 
 583 
 
 d. " Wake Thy Heart!" j. bowdler. 
 
 Children of God, who, faint and slow, 
 
 Your pilgrim-path pursue, 
 In strength and weakness, joy and woe, 
 
 To God's high calling true ! — 
 Why move ye thus, with lingering tread, 
 
 A doubting, mournful band ? 
 Why faintly hangs the drooping head ? 
 
 Why fails the feeble hand ? 
 
 2 Oh, weak to know a Saviour's power, 
 
 To feel a Father's care ! 
 A moment's toil, a passing shower, 
 
 Is all the grief ye share. 
 The orb of light, though clouds awhile 
 
 May hide his noontide ray, 
 Shall soon in lovelier beauty smile 
 
 To gild the closing day, — 
 
LOVE, AND COMMUNION WITH CHRIST. 379 
 
 3 And, bursting through the dusky shroud 
 
 That dared his power invest, 
 Ride, throned in light, o'er every cloud, 
 
 Triumphant to his rest. 
 Then, Christian, dry the falling tear, 
 
 The faithless doubt remove ; 
 Redeemed at last from guilt and fear, 
 
 Oh ! wake thy heart to love. 
 
 QO~fc 7s. Deut. 33 : 25. w. f. lloyd. 
 
 Wait, my soul, upon the Lord, 
 To his gracious promise flee, 
 Laying hold upon his word, 
 
 " As thy days thy strength shall be." 
 
 2 If the sorrows of thy case 
 Seem peculiar still to thee, 
 
 God has promised needful grace — 
 " As thy days thy strength shall be." 
 
 3 Days of trial, days of grief, 
 
 In succession thou mayst see ; 
 This is still thy sweet relief — 
 
 " As thy days thy strength shall be." 
 
 4 Rock of Ages, I 'm secure, 
 With thy promise full and free ; 
 
 Faithful, positive, and sure — 
 
 "As thy days thy strength shall be." 
 
 585 
 
 8s, 7s. " Closer than a Brother.'" j. nevvton. 
 
 One there is above all others, 
 
 Well deserves the name of Friend : 
 His is love beyond a brother's, 
 
 Costly, free, and knows no end. 
 
380 LOVE, AND COMMUNION WITH CHRIST. 
 
 2 Which of all our friends, to save us, 
 Could or would have shed his blood ? 
 
 But our Jesus died to have us 
 Reconciled in him to God. 
 
 3 When he lived on earth abased, 
 Friend of sinners was his name ; 
 
 Now above all glory raised, 
 He rejoices in the same. 
 
 4 Oh, for grace our hearts to soften ! 
 Teach us, Lord, at length, to love ; 
 
 We, alas ! forget too often 
 What a friend we have above. 
 
 OoO 8s. 7S. "Jesus Only" e. nason. 
 
 Jesus only, when the morning 
 Beams upon the path I tread; 
 
 Jesus only, when the darkness 
 Gathers round my weary head. 
 
 2 Jesus only, when the billows 
 Cold and sullen o'er me roll; 
 
 Jesus only, when the trumpet 
 
 Rends the tomb and wakes the soul. 
 
 3 Jesus only, when, adoring, 
 
 Saints their crowns before him bring ; 
 Jesus only, I will, joyous, 
 Through eternal ages sing. 
 
 8s, 7s. None but Jesus. A. R. cousin. 
 
 None but Christ : his merit hides me ; 
 
 He was faultless — I am fair ; 
 None but Christ, his wisdom guides me, 
 
 He was out-cast — I 'm his care. 
 
 587 
 
LOVE, AND COMMUNION WITH CHRIST. 381 
 
 2 None but Christ : his Spirit seals me, 
 Gives me freedom with control; 
 
 None but Christ, his bruising heals me, 
 And his sorrow soothes my soul. 
 
 3 None but Christ : his life sustains me, 
 Strength and song to me he is ; 
 
 None but Christ, his love constrains me, 
 He is mine and I am his. 
 
 OOO 8s, 7s. " With You Always." e. h. nevin. 
 
 Always with us, always with us — 
 
 Words of cheer, and words of love ; 
 Thus the risen Saviour whispers, 
 
 From his dwelling-place above. 
 
 2 With us when we toil in sadness, 
 Sowing much and reaping none ; 
 
 Telling us that in the future 
 Golden harvests shall be won. 
 
 3 With us when the storm is sweeping 
 O'er our pathway dark and drear ; 
 
 Waking hope within our bosoms, 
 Stilling every anxious fear. 
 
 4 With us in the lonely valley, 
 When we cross the chilling stream — 
 
 Lighting up the steps to glory 
 With salvation's radiant beam. 
 
 DOtJ l. m. 61. " All Fullness :" c. wesley. 
 
 Jesus, thou source of calm repose, 
 All fullness dwells in thee divine; 
 
 Our strength to quell the proudest foes ; 
 Our light, in deepest gloom to shine ; 
 
 Thou art our fortress, strength, and tower, 
 
 Our trust and portion, evermore. 
 
3S2 LOVE, AND COMMUNION WITH CHRIST. 
 
 2 Jesus, our Comforter thou art ; 
 Our rest in toil, our ease in pain ; 
 
 The balm to heal each broken heart, 
 
 In storms our peace, in loss our gain; 
 Our joy, beneath the worldling's frown ; 
 In shame, our glory and our crown; — 
 
 3 In want, our plentiful supply ; 
 
 In weakness, our almighty power; 
 In bonds, our perfect liberty ; 
 
 Our refuge in temptation's hour; 
 Our comfort when in grief and thrall ; 
 Our life in death ; our all in all. 
 
 D\j\J l. m. 6 1. "Just Such as L" j. edmeston. 
 
 As oft with worn and weary feet, 
 
 We tread earth's rugged valley o'er, 
 The thought, how comforting and sweet, 
 
 Christ trod this very path before ! 
 Our wants and weaknesses he knows, 
 From life's first dawning till its close. 
 
 2 If Satan tempt our hearts to stray, 
 And whisper evil things within, 
 
 So did he, in the desert way, 
 
 Assail our Lord with thoughts of sin ; 
 When worn, and in a feeble hour, 
 The tempter came with all his power. 
 
 3 Just such as I, this earth he trod, 
 With every human ill but sin ; 
 
 And, though indeed the very God, 
 
 As I am now, so he has been : 
 My God, my Saviour ! look on me 
 With pity, love, and sympathy. 
 
LOVE, AND COMMUNION WITH CHRIST. 383 
 
 DtJ 1 l. m. 6 1. My Strength, my Tower, j. wesley, tr. 
 
 Thee will I love, my Strength, my Tower ! 
 
 Thee will I love, my Jovj my Crown ; 
 Thee will I love, with all my power, 
 
 In all thy works, and thee alone : 
 Thee will I love, till the pure fire 
 Fill my whole soul with chaste desire. 
 
 2 Thee will I love, my Joy, my Crown ! 
 
 Thee will I love, my Lord, my God ! 
 Thee will I love, beneath thy frown 
 
 Or smile, thy sceptre or thy rod. 
 What though my heart and flesh decay ? 
 Thee shall I love in endless day. 
 
 Ot/A s. m. " Master Mine 1 '" T. h. gill. 
 
 Dear Lord and Master mine ! 
 
 Thy happy servant see ; 
 My Conqueror ! with what joy divine 
 
 Thy captive clings to thee ! 
 
 2 I would not walk alone, 
 But still with thee, my God, 
 
 At every step my blindness own, t 
 
 And ask of thee the road. 
 
 3 The weakness I enjoy 
 That casts me on thy breast; 
 
 The conflicts that thy strength employ 
 Make me divinely blest. 
 
 4 Dear Lord and Master mine ! 
 Still keep thy servant true ; 
 
 My Guardian and my Guide divine ! 
 Bring, bring thy pilgrim through. 
 
384 LOVE, AND COMMUNION WITH CHRIST. 
 
 5 My Conqueror and my King ! 
 
 Still keep me in thy train ; 
 And with thee thy glad captive bring 
 
 When thou return'st to reign. 
 
 Ot/O s. m. None but Jesus. I. watts. 
 
 My God, my Life, my Love, 
 To thee, to thee I call ; 
 
 1 cannot live, if thou remove, 
 For thou art all in all. 
 
 2 To thee, and thee alone, 
 The angels owe their bliss : 
 
 They sit around thy gracious throne, 
 And dwell where Jesus is. 
 
 3 Not all the harps above 
 Can make a heavenly place, 
 
 If God his residence remove, 
 Or but conceal his face. 
 
 4 Nor earth, nor all the sky, 
 Can one delight afford — 
 
 No, not a drop of real joy 
 • Without thy presence, Lord. 
 
 5 Thou art the sea of love, 
 Where all my pleasures roll ; 
 
 The circle where my passions move, 
 And centre of my soul. 
 
 Oi/t: s. m. "Jesus is my Friend." c. winkworth, tr. 
 Since Jesus is my friend, 
 
 And I to him belong, 
 It matters not what foes intend, 
 
 However fierce and strong. 
 
LOVE, AND COMMUNION WITH CHRIST. 385 
 
 2 He whispers in my breast 
 Sweet words of holy cheer, 
 
 How they who seek in God their rest 
 Shall ever find him near; — 
 
 3 How God hath built above 
 A city fair and new, 
 
 Where eye and heart shall see and prove 
 What faith has counted true. 
 
 4 My heart for gladness springs ; 
 It cannot more be sad; 
 
 For very joy it smiles and sings, — 
 Sees naught but sunshine glad. 
 
 5 The sun that lights mine eyes 
 Is Christ, the Lord I love ; 
 
 I sing for joy of that which lies 
 Stored up for me above. 
 
 595 
 
 25 
 
 ;. m. Psalm 23. 1. w 
 
 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 guide me in his own right way, 
 For his most holy name. 
 
386 LOVE, AND COMMUNION WITH CHRIST. 
 
 4 While he affords his aid, 
 I cannot yield to fear ; 
 
 Tho' I should walk thro' death's dark shade, 
 My Shepherd's with me there. 
 
 5 In spite of all my foes, 
 Thou dost my table spread ; 
 
 My cup with blessings overflows, 
 And joy exalts my head. 
 
 6 The bounties of thy love 
 Shall crown my future days ; 
 
 Nor from thy house will I remove, 
 Nor cease to speak thy praise. 
 
 596 
 
 597 
 
 Unseen, We Love. I. watts. 
 
 Not with our mortal eyes 
 
 Have we beheld the Lord ; 
 Yet we rejoice to hear his name, 
 
 And love him in his word. 
 
 2 On earth we want the sight 
 Of our Redeemer's face ; 
 
 Yet, Lord, our inmost thoughts delight 
 To dwell upon thy grace. 
 
 3 And when we taste thy love, 
 Our joys divinely grow 
 
 Unspeakable, like those above, 
 And heaven begins below. 
 
 L. m. " Ashamed of Me." j. grigg. 
 
 Jesus ! and shall it ever be, 
 A mortal man ashamed of thee ? 
 Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise, 
 Whose glories shine through endless days ? 
 
LOVE, AND COMMUNION WITH CHRIST. 387 
 
 2 Ashamed of Jesus ! sooner far 
 Let evening blush to own a star ; 
 He sheds the beams of light divine 
 O'er this benighted soul of mine. 
 
 3 Ashamed of Jesus ! that dear Friend 
 On whom my hopes of heaven depend ! 
 No ; when I blush, be this my shame, 
 That I no more revere his name. 
 
 4 Ashamed of Jesus ! yes, I may, 
 When I 've no guilt to wash away ; 
 No tear to wipe, no good to crave, 
 No fears to quell, no soul to save. 
 
 5 Till then — nor is my boasting vain — 
 Till then, I boast a Saviour slain ! 
 And, oh, may this my glory be 
 
 That Christ is not ashamed of me ! 
 
 Oi/O l. m. Jesus All in All. ray palmer, tr. 
 
 Jesus, thou Joy of loving hearts, 
 
 Thou Fount of life ! thou Light of men ! 
 From the best bliss that earth imparts, 
 
 We turn unfilled to thee again. 
 
 2 Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood ; 
 Thou savest those that on thee call ; 
 
 To them that seek thee thou art good, 
 To them that find thee, All in All. 
 
 3 We taste thee, O thou Living Bread, 
 And long to feast upon thee still ; 
 
 We drink of thee, the Fountain Head, 
 And thirst our souls from thee to fill ! 
 
388 LOVE, AND COMMUNION WITH CHRIST. 
 
 4 Our restless spirits yearn for thee, 
 Where'er our changeful lot is cast ; 
 
 Glad, when thy gracious smile we see, 
 Blest, when our faith can hold thee fast. 
 
 5 O Jesus, ever with us stay ; 
 
 Make all our moments calm and bright ; 
 Chase the dark night of sin away, 
 Shed o'er the world thy holy light ! 
 
 S. F. SMITH. 
 
 Ot) U l. m. " Not Your Own." 
 
 Oh, not my own these verdant hills, 
 
 And fruits, and flowers, and stream, and wood; 
 
 But his who all with glory fills, 
 
 Who bought me with his precious blood. 
 
 2 Oh, not my own this wondrous frame, 
 Its curious work, its living soul ; 
 
 But his who for my ransom came ; 
 
 Slain for my sake, he claims the whole. 
 
 3 Oh, not my own the grace that keeps 
 My feet from fierce temptations free ; 
 
 Oh, not my own the thought that leaps, 
 Adoring, blessed Lord, to thee. 
 
 4 Oh, not my own; I '11 soar and sing, 
 When life, with all its toils, is o'er, 
 
 And thou thy trembling lamb shalt bring 
 Safe home, to wander nevermore. 
 
 OUU 6s, 4s. " Look Unto Me." ray palmer. 
 
 My faith looks up to thee, 
 Thou Lamb of Calvary, 
 Saviour divine ! 
 
LOVE, AND COMMUNION WITH CHRIST. 389 
 
 Now hear me while I pray, 
 Take all my guilt away, 
 Oh, let me from this day 
 Be wholly thine ! 
 
 2 May thy rich grace impart 
 Strength to my fainting heart ; 
 
 My zeal inspire ; 
 As thou hast died for me, 
 Oh, may my love to thee 
 Pure, warm, and changeless be, 
 
 A living fire ! 
 
 3 While life's dark maze I tread, 
 And griefs around me spread, 
 
 Be thou my guide ; 
 Bid darkness turn to day, 
 Wipe sorrow's tears away, 
 Nor let me ever stray 
 
 From thee aside. 
 
 4 When ends life's transient dream, 
 When death's cold, sullen stream 
 
 Shall o'er me roll, 
 Blest Saviour ! then, in love, 
 Fear and distrust remove ; 
 Oh, bear me safe above, 
 
 A ransomed soul ! 
 
 601 
 
 6s, 4s. "Jesus, My Lord." j. g. deck. 
 
 Jesus, thy name I love, 
 All other names above, 
 
 Jesus, my Lord ! 
 Oh, thou art all to me ! 
 Nothing to please I see, 
 Nothing apart from thee, 
 
 Jesus, my Lord ! 
 
390 LOVE, AND COMMUNION WITH CHRIST. 
 
 2 Thou, blessed Son of God, 
 Hast bought me with thy blood, 
 
 Jesus, my Lord ! 
 Oh, how great is thy love, 
 All other loves above, 
 Love that I daily prove, 
 
 Jesus, my Lord ! 
 
 3 When unto thee I flee, 
 Thou wilt my refuge be, 
 
 Jesus, my Lord ! 
 What need I now to fear? 
 What earthly grief or care, 
 Since thou art ever near ? 
 
 Jesus, my Lord ? 
 
 4 Soon thou wilt come again ! 
 I shall be happy then, 
 
 Jesus, my Lord ! 
 Then thine own face I '11 see, 
 Then I shall like thee be, 
 Then evermore with thee, 
 
 Jesus, my Lord ! 
 
 602 
 
 c. m. Psalm 23. SCOTCH VERS. 
 
 The Lord 's my shepherd, I '11 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, 
 
 Ev'n for his own name's sake. 
 
LOVE, AND COMMUNION WITH CHRIST. 391 
 
 3 Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale, 
 Yet will I fear no ill ; 
 
 FoTthou 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. 
 
 603 
 
 Loving and Beloved. P. DODDRIDGE. 
 
 Do not I love thee, O my Lord ? 
 
 Behold my heart, and see ; 
 And turn the dearest idol out 
 
 That dares to rival thee. 
 
 2 Is not thy name melodious still 
 To mine attentive ear ? 
 
 Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound, 
 My Saviour's voice to hear ? 
 
 3 Hast thou a lamb in all thy flock 
 I would disdain to feed ? 
 
 Hast thou a foe, before whose face 
 I fear thy cause to plead ? 
 
 4 Would not my heart pour forth its blood 
 In honor of thy name ? 
 
 And challenge the cold hand of death 
 To damp the immortal flame ? 
 
392 LOVE, AND COMMUNION WITH CHRIST. 
 
 5 Thou knowest that I love thee, Lord ; 
 
 But, oh, I long to soar 
 Far from the sphere of mortal joys, 
 
 And learn to love thee more. 
 
 604 
 
 "Whom Unseen, ive Love.'* ray palmer. 
 
 Jesus, these eyes have never seen 
 
 That radiant form of thine ! 
 The vail of sense hangs dark between 
 
 Thy blessed face and mine ! 
 
 2 I see thee not, I hear thee not, 
 Yet art thou oft with me ; 
 
 And earth hath ne'er so dear a spot, 
 As where I meet with thee. 
 
 3 Like some bright dream that comes unsought, 
 When slumbers o'er me roll, 
 
 Thine image ever fills my thought, 
 And charms my ravished soul. 
 
 4 Yet though I have not seen, and still 
 Must rest in faith alone ; 
 
 I love thee, dearest Lord ! — and will, 
 Unseen, but not unknown. 
 
 5 When death these mortal eyes shall seal, 
 And still this throbbing heart, 
 
 The rending vail shall thee reveal, 
 All glorious as thou art ! 
 
 605 
 
 c. m. Strength, Fortress, Refuge. a. Steele. 
 
 Dear Refuge of my weary soul, 
 
 On thee, when sorrows rise, 
 On thee, when waves of trouble roll, 
 
 My fainting hope relies. 
 
LOVE, AND COMMUNION WITH CHRIST. 393 
 
 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 1 flee ? 
 Thou art my only trust ; 
 
 And still my soul would cleave to thee, 
 Though prostrate in the dust. 
 
 5 Thy mercy-seat is open still, 
 Here let my soul retreat, 
 
 With humble hope attend thy will, 
 And wait beneath thy feet. 
 
 OUO l. m. Immanuel. ray palmer. 
 
 Oh, sweetly breathe the lyres above, 
 
 When angels touch the quivering string, 
 And wake, to chant Immanuel' s love, 
 
 Such strains as angel- lips can sing! 
 
 2 And sweet, on earth, the choral swell, 
 From mortal tongues, of gladsome lays ; 
 
 When pardoned souls their raptures tell, 
 And, grateful, hymn Immanuel's praise. 
 
 3 Jesus, thy name our souls adore : 
 
 We own the bond that makes us thine ; 
 And carnal joys that charmed before, 
 For thy dear sake we now resign. 
 
394 LOVE, AND COMMUNION WITH CHRIST. 
 
 4 Our hearts, by dying love subdued, 
 Accept thine offered grace to-day ; 
 
 Beneath the cross, with blood bedewed, 
 We bow, and give ourselves away. 
 
 5 In thee we trust, — on thee rely ; 
 Though we are feeble, thou art strong ; 
 
 Oh, keep us till our spirits fly 
 To join the bright, immortal throng ! 
 
 OU I L. M. Robe of Righteotisness. j. wesley, tr. 
 
 Jesus, thy Blood and Righteousness 
 My beauty are, my glorious dress ; 
 'Midst flaming worlds, in these arrayed, 
 With joy shall I lift up my head. 
 
 2 Lord, I believe thy precious blood,—* 
 Which, at the mercy- seat of God, 
 
 For ever doth for sinners plead, — 
 For me, ev'n for my soul, was shed. 
 
 3 When from the dust of death I rise 
 To claim my mansion in the skies — 
 Ev'n then, this shall be all my plea: 
 Jesus hath lived, hath died for me. 
 
 4 This spotless robe the same appears, 
 When ruined nature sinks in years ; 
 No age can change its glorious hue, 
 The robe of Christ is ever new. 
 
 5 Oh, let the dead now hear thy voice : 
 Bid, Lord, thy mourning ones rejoice ; 
 Their beauty this, their glorious dress, 
 Jesus, the Lord our Righteousness. 
 
LOVE, AND COMMUNION WITH CHRIST. 395 
 
 OuO l. m. ' '* The Living Bread." ray palmer. 
 
 Away from earth my spirit turns, 
 
 Away from every transient good ; 
 With strong desire my bosom burns, 
 
 To feast on heaven's diviner food. 
 
 2 Thou, Saviour, art the living bread ; 
 Thou wilt my every want supply : 
 
 By thee sustained, and cheered, and led, 
 I '11 press through dangers to the sky. 
 
 3 What though temptations oft distress, 
 And sin assails and breaks my peace ; 
 
 Thou wilt uphold, and save, and bless, 
 And bid the storms of passion cease. 
 
 4 Then let me take thy gracious hand, 
 And walk beside thee onward still ; 
 
 Till my glad feet shall safely stand, 
 For ever firm, on Zion's hill. 
 
 609 
 
 " Thou Art Near." o. w. holmes. 
 
 O love Divine ! that stooped to share 
 
 Our sharpest pang, our bitterest tear, 
 On thee we cast each earth-born care, 
 
 We smile at pain, while thou art near. 
 
 2 Though long the weary way we tread, 
 And sorrow crown each lingering year, 
 
 No path we shun, no darkness dread, 
 
 Our hearts still whispering, thou art near. 
 
 3 When drooping pleasure turns to grief, 
 And trembling faith is changed to fear, 
 
 The murmuring wind, the quivering leaf, 
 Shall softly tell us thou art near. 
 
396 LOVE, AND COMMUNION WITH CHRIST. 
 
 4 On thee we fling our burdening woe, 
 O Love Divine, for ever dear ; 
 
 Content to suffer while we know, 
 Living or dying, thou art near ! 
 
 UJ-U c. m. "Altogether Lovely." I. watt: 
 
 My God ! the spring of all my joys, 
 
 The life of my delights, 
 The glory of my brightest days, 
 
 And comfort of my nights ! 
 
 2 In darkest shades if he appear, 
 My dawning is begun : 
 
 He is my soul's sweet morning star, 
 And he my rising sun. 
 
 3 The opening heavens around me shine 
 With beams of sacred bliss, 
 
 While Jesus shows his heart is mine, 
 And whispers, 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 ! 
 
 611 
 
 " To Live is Christ" J. N 
 
 Jesus, who on his glorious throne 
 Rules heaven, and earth, and sea, 
 
 Is pleased to claim me for his own 
 And give himself to me. 
 
 2 His person fixes all my love, 
 His blood removes my fear ; 
 
 And while he pleads for me above, 
 His arm preserves me here. 
 
LOVE, AND COMMUNION WITH CHRIST. 397 
 
 3 His word of promise is my food, 
 His Spirit is my guide ; 
 
 Thus daily is my strength renewed, 
 And all my wants supplied. 
 
 4 For him I count as gain each loss, 
 Disgrace for him renown ; 
 
 Well may I glory in my cross, 
 While he prepares my crown. 
 
 612 
 
 " His Name Jesus'* p. doddridge. 
 Jesus ! I love thy charming name, 
 
 'T is music to mine ear ; 
 Fain would I sound it out so loud, 
 
 That earth and heaven should hear. 
 
 2 Yes ! — thou art precious to my soul, 
 My transport and my trust ; 
 
 Jewels, to thee, are gaudy toys, 
 And gold is sordid dust. 
 
 3 All my capacious powers can wish, 
 In thee doth richly meet ; 
 
 Not to mine eyes is light so dear, 
 Nor friendship half so sweet. 
 
 4 Thy grace still dwells upon my heart, 
 And sheds its fragrance there ; — 
 
 The noblest balm of all its wounds, 
 The cordial of its care. 
 
 613 
 
 cm. " He is Precious." j. nevvton. 
 
 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds 
 
 In a believer's ear ! 
 It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, 
 
 And drives away his fear. 
 
398 LOVE, AND COMMUNION WITH CHRIST. 
 
 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, 
 And calms the troubled breast ; 
 
 'T is manna to the hungry soul, 
 And to the weary, rest. 
 
 3 Jesus ! my Shepherd, Guardian, Friend, 
 My Prophet, Priest, and King; 
 
 • My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, 
 Accept the praise I bring. 
 
 4 Weak is the effort of my heart, 
 And cold my warmest thought ; 
 
 But when I see thee as thou art, 
 I '11 praise thee as I ought. 
 
 5 Till then I would thy love proclaim 
 W T ith every fleeting breath ; 
 
 And may the music of thy name 
 Refresh my soul in death. 
 
 OIt: c. m. "Jesus Only." e. caswall, tr. 
 
 Jesus, the very thought of thee, 
 
 With sweetness fills my breast ; 
 But sweeter far thy face to see 
 
 And in thy presence rest. 
 
 2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, 
 Nor can the memory find 
 
 A sweeter sound than thy blest name, 
 O Saviour of mankind ! 
 
 3 O Hope of every contrite heart ! 
 O Joy of all the meek ! 
 
 To those who fall, how kind thou art ! 
 How good to those who seek ! 
 
LOVE, AND COMMUNION WITH CHRIST. 399 
 
 4 But what to those who find ? Ah ! this, 
 Nor tongue nor pen can show ; 
 
 The love of Jesus, what it is, 
 None but his loved ones know. 
 
 5 Jesus, our only joy be thou, 
 As thou our prize wilt be; 
 
 Jesus, be thou our glory now, 
 And through eternity. 
 
 OlO ios, us. Cant, i: 7, 8. thos. Hastings. 
 
 Oh, tell me, thou life and delight of my soul, 
 Where the flock of thy pasture are feeding ; 
 
 1 seek thy protection, I need thy control, 
 
 I would go where my Shepherd is leading. 
 
 2 Oh, tell me the place where thy flock are at rest, 
 Where the noontide will find them reposing ; 
 
 The tempest now rages, my soul is distressed, 
 And the pathway of peace I am losing. 
 
 3 And why should I stray with the flocks of thy foes, 
 In the desert where now they are roving, 
 
 Where hunger and thirst, where affliction and woes, 
 And temptations their ruin are proving ? 
 
 4 Ah, when shall my woes and my wanderings cease, 
 And the follies that fill me with weeping? 
 
 Thou Shepherd of Israel, restore me that peace, 
 Thou dost give to the flock thou art keeping. 
 
 5 A voice from the Shepherd now bids me return 
 By the way where the footprints are lying ; 
 
 No longer to wander, no longer to mourn : 
 And homeward my spirit is flying. 
 
400 LOVE, AND COMMUNION WITH CHRIST. 
 
 OlUcP. M. " He is Precious. " s. medley. 
 
 Oh, could I speak the matchless worth, 
 Oh, could I sound the glories forth, 
 Which in my Saviour shine ! 
 
 1 'd soar, and touch the heavenly strings, 
 And vie with Gabriel while he sings 
 
 In notes almost divine. 
 
 2 I'd sing the precious blood he spilt, 
 My ransom from the dreadful guilt 
 
 Of sin and wrath divine ! 
 I 'd sing his glorious righteousness, 
 In which all-perfect heavenly dress 
 
 My soul shall ever shine. 
 
 3 I'd sing the characters he bears, 
 And all the forms of love he wears, 
 
 Exalted on his throne ; 
 In loftiest songs of sweetest praise, 
 I would to everlasting days 
 
 Make all his glories known. 
 
 4 Well — the delightful day will come, 
 When my dear Lord will bring me home, 
 
 And I shall see his face : 
 Then with my Saviour, Brother, Friend, 
 A blest eternity I '11 spend, 
 
 Triumphant in his grace. 
 
 Ol I 7s, 6 1. "Only Thee. 1 * g. duffield. 
 
 Blessed Saviour ! thee I love, 
 All my other joys above ; 
 All my hopes in thee abide, 
 Thou my hope, and naught beside: 
 Ever let my glory be, 
 Only, only, only thee. 
 
LOVE, AND COMMUNION WITH CHRIST. 401 
 
 2 Once again beside the cross, 
 All my gain I count but loss ; 
 Earthly pleasures fade away, — 
 Clouds they are that hide my day : 
 Hence, vain shadows, let me see 
 Jesus, crucified for me. 
 
 3 Blessed Saviour, thine am I, 
 Thine to live, and thine to die ; 
 Height, or depth, or earthly power, 
 Ne'er shall hide my Saviour more : 
 Ever shall my glory be 
 
 Only, only, only thee ! 
 
 O 1 7s, 6 1. "/ am Thine.'" f. r. havergal. 
 
 Jesus, Master, whose I am, ■ * 
 
 Purchased thine alone to be, 
 By thy blood, O spotless Lamb, 
 
 Shed so willingly for me ; 
 Let my heart be all thine own, 
 Let me live to thee alone. 
 
 2 Other lords have long held sway ; 
 Now thy name alone to bear, 
 
 Thy dear voice alone obey, 
 
 Is my daily, hourly prayer. 
 Whom have I in heaven but thee ? 
 Nothing else my joy can be. 
 
 3 Jesus, Master, I am thine; 
 Keep me faithful, keep me near ; 
 
 Let thy presence in me shine 
 
 All my homeward way to cheer. 
 Jesus, at thy feet I fall, 
 Oh, be thou my All in all. 
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402 LOVE, AND COMMUNION WITH CHRIST. 
 
 O-Lr/ us. Love and Assurance. r. m. mccheyne. 
 I ONCE was a stranger to grace and to God ; 
 
 1 knew not my danger, and felt not my load; 
 Tho' friends spoke in rapture of Christ on the tree, 
 Jehovah, my Saviour, seemed nothing to me. 
 
 2 When free grace awoke me by light from on high, 
 Then legal fears shook me ; I trembled to die : 
 
 No refuge, no safety, in self could I see : 
 Jehovah, thou only my Saviour must be ! 
 
 3 My terrors all vanished before his sweet name ; 
 My guilty fears banished, with boldness I came 
 To drink at the fountain, so copious and free : 
 Jehovah, my Saviour, is all things to me. 
 
 4 Jehovah, the Lord, is my treasure and boast ; 
 Jehovah, my Saviour, I ne'er can be lost ; 
 
 In thee I shall conquer, by flood and by field, 
 Jehovah my anchor, Jehovah my shield ! 
 
 KyAVj us. "Looking Unto Jesus" J. n. darby. 
 
 eyes that are weary, and hearts that are sore ! 
 Look off unto Jesus, now sorrow no more ! 
 The light of his countenance shineth so bright, 
 That here, as in heaven, there need be no night. 
 
 2 While looking to Jesus, my heart cannot fear ; 
 
 1 tremble no more when I see Jesus near; 
 
 I know that his presence my safeguard will be, 
 For, " Why are you troubled ? " he saith unto me. 
 
 3 Still looking to Jesus, oh, may I be found, 
 When Jordan's dark waters encompass me round ; 
 They bear me away in his presence to be : 
 
 I see him still nearer whom alwavs I see. 
 
LOVE, AND COMMUNION WITH CHRIST. 403 
 
 4 Then, then shall I know the full beauty and grace 
 Of Jesus, my Lord, when I stand face to face ; 
 Shall know how his love went before me each day, 
 And wonder that ever my eyes turned away. 
 
 O^ 1 us. "/ Will Come to You." ray palmer. 
 
 Come, Jesus, Redeemer, abide thou with me; 
 Come, gladden my spirit that waiteth for thee ; 
 Thy smile every shadow shall chase from my heart, 
 And soothe every sorrow though keen be the smart. 
 
 2 Without thee but weakness, with thee I am strong; 
 By day thou shalt lead me, by night be my song; 
 Though dangers surround me, I still every fear, 
 Since thou, the Most Mighty, my Helper, art near. 
 
 3 Thy love, oh, how faithful ! so tender, so pure ! 
 Thy promise, faith's anchor, how steadfast and sure ! 
 That love, like sweet sunshine, my cold heart can warm, 
 That promise make steady my soul in the storm. 
 
 4 Breathe, breathe on my spirit, oft ruffled, thy peace : 
 From restless, vain wishes, bid thou my heart cease ; 
 In thee all its longings henceforward shall end, 
 
 Till, glad, to thy presence my soul shall ascend. 
 
 5 Oh, then, blessed Jesus, whoionce for me died, 
 Made clean in the fountain that gushed from thy side, 
 I shall see thy full glory, thy face shall behold, 
 
 And praise thee with raptures for ever untold ! 
 
 \)££ us. " Distresses for Christ's Sake." c. fry. 
 
 For what shall I praise thee, my God and my King, 
 For what blessings the tribute of gratitude bring ? 
 Shall I praise thee for pleasure, for health, or for ease, 
 For the sunshine of youth, for the garden of peace ? 
 
404 LOVE, AND COMMUNION WITH CHRIST. 
 
 2 For this I should praise ; but if only for this, 
 I should leave half untold the donation of bliss ! 
 I thank thee for sickness, for sorrow, and care, 
 
 For the thorns I have gathered, the anguish I bear ;- 
 
 3 For nights of anxiety, watching, and tears, 
 A present of pain, a prospective of fears ; 
 
 I praise thee, I bless thee, my Lord and my God, 
 For the good and the evil thy hand hath bestowed ! 
 
 623 
 
 8s, d. " WJiom Have I but Thee?" j. newton. 
 How tedious and tasteless the hours, 
 
 When Jesus no longer I see ! 
 The woodlands, the fields, and the flowers, 
 
 Have lost all their sweetness to me. 
 His name yields the richest perfume, 
 
 And softer than music his voice ; 
 His presence can banish my gloom, 
 
 And bid all within me rejoice. 
 
 2 Dear Lord ! if indeed I am thine, 
 
 And thou art my light and my song; 
 Say, why do I languish and pine, 
 
 And why are my winters so long ? 
 Oh, drive these dark clouds from the sky, 
 
 Thy soul-cheering presence restore ; 
 Or bid me soar upward on high, 
 
 Where winters and storms are no more. 
 
 624 
 
 s, d. " Altogether Lovely." b. francis. 
 
 My gracious Redeemer I love, 
 
 His praises aloud I '11 proclaim ; 
 And join with the armies above, 
 
 To shout his adorable name. 
 
LOVE, AND COMMUNION WITH CHRIST. 405 
 
 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 ! 
 
 \)ZO 8s, d. Philippians i : 23. m. de fleury. 
 
 Ye angels ! who stand round the throne, 
 
 And view my Immanuel's face, — 
 In rapturous songs make him known, 
 
 Oh, tune your soft harps to his praise : 
 He formed you the spirits you are, 
 
 So happy, so noble, so good ; 
 When others sank down in despair, 
 
 Confirmed by his power, ye stood. 
 
 2 Ye saints ! who stand nearer than they, 
 
 And cast your bright crowns at his feet, 
 His grace and his glory display, 
 
 And all his rich mercy repeat ; 
 He snatched you from hell and the grave, 
 
 He ransomed from death and despair : 
 For you he was mighty to save, 
 
 Almighty to bring you safe there. 
 
406 LOVE, AND COMMUNION WITH CHRIST. 
 
 3 Oh, when will the period appear 
 
 When I shall unite in your song ? 
 I 'm weary of lingering here, 
 
 And I to your Saviour belong! 
 I want — oh, I want to be there, 
 
 To sorrow and sin bid adieu — 
 Your joy and your friendship to share — 
 
 To wonder, and worship with you ! 
 
 626 
 
 8s, d. " Not Seen, Ye Love." w. cowper. 
 
 My Saviour, whom absent I love, 
 
 Whom, not having seen, I adore, 
 Whose name is exalted above 
 
 All glory, dominion, and power, — 
 Dissolve thou these bands that detain 
 
 My soul from her portion in thee ; 
 Ah, strike off this adamant chain, 
 
 And make me eternally free ! 
 
 2 When that happy era begins, 
 When arrayed in thy glories I shine, 
 
 Nor grieve any more, by my sins, 
 
 The bosom on which I recline, 
 Oh, then shall the vail be removed, 
 
 And round me thy brightness be poured ! 
 I shall meet him whom absent I loved, 
 
 I shall see, whom unseen I adored. 
 
 3 And then, nevermore shall the fears, 
 The trials, temptations, and woes, 
 
 Which darken this valley of tears, 
 
 Intrude on my blissful repose : 
 To Jesus, the crown of my hope, 
 
 My soul is in haste to be gone ; 
 Oh, bear me, ye cherubim, up, 
 
 And waft me away to his throne ! 
 
LOVE, AND COMMUNION WITH CHRIST. 407 
 
 \)Jj ( 7s. " Altogether Lovely. f. e. cox, tr. 
 
 Earth has nothing sweet or fair, 
 Lovely forms or beauties rare, 
 But before my eyes they bring 
 Christ, of beauty Source and Spring. 
 
 2 When the morning paints the skies, 
 When the golden sunbeams rise, 
 Then my Saviour's form I find 
 Brightly imaged on my mind. 
 
 3 When the star-beams pierce the night, 
 Oft I think on Jesus' light ; 
 
 Think how bright that light will be, 
 Shining through eternity. 
 
 4 Come, Lord Jesus ! and dispel 
 This dark cloud in which I dwell, 
 And to me the power impart 
 
 To behold thee as thou art. 
 
 Oi^O 7s. Imma.7iuel. j. newton. 
 
 Sweeter sounds than music knows 
 
 Charm me in Immanuel's name ; 
 All her hopes my spirit owes 
 
 To his birth, and cross, and shame. 
 
 2 When he came the angels sung, 
 " Glory be to God on high : " 
 
 Lord, unloose my stammering tongue ; 
 Who should louder sing than I ? 
 
 3 Did the Lord a man become, 
 That he might the law fulfill, 
 
 Bleed and suffer in my room, — 
 And canst thou, my tongue, be still ? 
 
408 LOVE, AND COMMUNION WITH CHRIST. 
 
 4 No ; I must my praises bring, 
 Though they worthless are, and weak ; 
 
 For should I refuse to sing, 
 
 Sure the very stones would speak. 
 
 5 O my Saviour ! Shield, and Sun, 
 Shepherd, Brother, Lord, and Friend — 
 
 Every precious name in one ! 
 I will love thee without end. 
 
 KyJiUjs. "To Live is Christ." R. wardlaw. 
 
 Christ, of all my hopes the Ground, 
 Christ, the Spring of all my joy, 
 
 Still in thee let me be found, 
 Still for thee my powers employ. 
 
 2 Fountain of o'erflowing grace ! 
 Freely from thy fullness give; 
 
 Till I close my earthly race, 
 Beit " Christ for me to live ! " 
 
 3 Firmly trusting in thy blood, 
 Nothing shall my heart confound ; 
 
 Safely I shall pass the flood, 
 
 Safely reach ImmanuePs ground. 
 
 4 When I touch the blessed shore, 
 Back the closing waves shall roll ! 
 
 Death's dark stream shall nevermore 
 Part from thee my ravished soul. 
 
 5 Thus — oh, thus an entrance give 
 To the land of cloudless sky ; 
 
 Having known it " Christ to live," 
 Let me know it " gain to die." 
 
LOVE, AND COMMUNION WITH CHRIST. 409 
 
 630 
 
 7s. " I Am What I Am." t. kell^y. 
 
 Blessed fountain, full of grace ! 
 
 Grace for sinners, grace for me, 
 To this source alone I trace 
 
 What I am, and hope to be. 
 
 2 What I am, as one redeemed, 
 Saved and rescued by the Lord, 
 
 Hating what I once esteemed, 
 Loving what I once abhorred. 
 
 3 What I hope to be ere long, 
 When I take my place above ; 
 
 When I join the heavenly throng ; 
 When I see the God of love. 
 
 4 Then I hope like him to be, 
 Who redeemed his saints from sin, 
 
 Whom I now obscurely see, 
 
 Through a vail that stands between. 
 
 5 Blessed fountain, full of grace ! 
 Grace for sinners, grace for me ; 
 
 To this source alone I trace 
 What I am, and hope to be. 
 
 631 
 
 7s. " Who First Loved Us." j. e. leeson. 
 
 Saviour ! teach me, day by day, 
 Love's sweet lesson to obey ; 
 Sweeter lesson cannot be, 
 Loving him who first loved me. 
 
 2 With a child-like heart of love, 
 At thy bidding may I move ; 
 Prompt to serve and follow thee, 
 Loving him who first loved me. 
 
410 LOVE, AND COMMUNION WITH CHRIST. 
 
 3 Teach me all thy steps to trace, 
 Strong to follow in thy grace ; 
 Learning how to love from thee, 
 Loving him who first loved me. 
 
 4 Love in loving finds employ — 
 In obedience all her joy ; 
 
 Ever new that joy will be, 
 Loving him who first loved me. 
 
 5 Thus may I rejoice to show 
 That I feel the love I owe ; 
 Singing, till thy face I see, 
 
 Of his love who first loved me. 
 
 632 
 
 " He is Precious." o. heginbotham. 
 
 Blest Jesus ! when my soaring thoughts 
 
 O'er all thy graces rove, 
 How is my soul in transport lost, — 
 
 In wonder, joy, and love ! 
 
 2 Not softest strains can charm my ears, 
 Like thy beloved name ; 
 
 Nor aught beneath the skies inspire 
 My heart with equal flame. 
 
 3 Where'er I look, my wondering eyes 
 Unnumbered blessings see ; 
 
 But what is life, with all its bliss, 
 If once compared with thee ? 
 
 4 Hast thou a rival in my breast ? 
 Search, Lord, for thou canst tell 
 
 If aught can raise my passions thus, 
 Or please my soul so well. 
 
LOVE, AND COMMUNION WITH CHRIST. 411 
 
 5 No ; thou art precious to my heart, 
 
 My portion and my joy : 
 For ever let thy boundless grace 
 
 My sweetest thoughts employ. 
 
 633 
 
 c. m. d. Jesus' Words. h. bonar. 
 
 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, — 
 
 " 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 quenched, my soul revived, 
 
 And now I live in him. 
 
 3 I heard the voice of Jesus say, — 
 
 " I am this dark world's light ; 
 Look unto me, thy morn shall rise 
 
 And all thy day be bright ! " 
 I looked to Jesus, and I found 
 
 In him my Star, my Sun ; 
 And in that light of life I '11 walk, 
 
 Till all my journey 's done. 
 
412 LOVE, AND COMMUNION WITH CHRIST. 
 UOt 7s, 61. Psalm 23. anc 
 
 Shepherd ! with thy tenderest love, 
 Guide me to thy fold above ; 
 Let me hear thy gentle voice ; 
 More and more in thee rejoice ; 
 From thy fullness grace receive, 
 Ever in thy Spirit live. 
 
 2 Filled by thee my cup o'erflows, 
 For thy love no limit knows : 
 Guardian angels, ever nigh, 
 Lead and draw my soul on high ; 
 Constant to my latest end, 
 
 Thou my footsteps wilt attend. 
 
 3 Jesus, with thy presence blest, 
 Death is life, and labor rest ; 
 Guide me while I draw my breath, 
 Guard me through the gate of death ; 
 And at last, oh, let me stand, 
 
 With the sheep at thy right hand. 
 
 DO O l. if. d. " I Love Thee, Lord/" r. hebe 
 
 Though sorrows rise and dangers roll, 
 In waves of darkness o'er my soul; 
 Though friends are false, and love decays, 
 And few and evil are my days ; 
 Though conscience, fiercest of my foes, 
 Swells with remembered guilt my woes ; 
 Yet ev'n in nature's utmost ill, 
 
 1 love thee, Lord ! I love thee still ! 
 
 2 Though Sinai's curse, in thunder dread, 
 Peals o'er mine unprotected head, 
 
 And memory points, with busy pain, 
 To grace and mercy given in vain ; 
 
LOVE, AND COMMUNION WITH CHRIST. 413 
 
 Till nature, shrinking in the strife, 
 Would fly to hell to 'scape from life, 
 Though every thought has power to kill, 
 I love thee, Lord ! I love thee still ! 
 
 3 Oh, by the pangs thyself hast borne, 
 The ruffian's blow, the tyrant's scorn, 
 By Sinai's curse, whose dreadful doom 
 Was buried in thy guiltless tomb ; 
 By these my pangs, whose healing smart 
 Thy grace hath planted in my heart — 
 I know, I feel thy bounteous will — 
 Thou lov'st me, Lord ! thou lov'st me still ! 
 
 UOOc. M. D. Psahn 23. I. 
 
 My Shepherd will supply my need, 
 
 Jehovah is his name ; 
 In pastures fresh he makes me feed, 
 
 Beside the living stream. 
 He brings my wandering spirit back, 
 
 When I forsake his ways ; 
 And leads me, for his mercy's sake, 
 
 In paths of truth and grace. 
 
 2 When I walk through the shades of death, 
 
 Thy presence is my stay ; 
 A word of thy supporting breath 
 
 Drives all my fears away. 
 Thy hand, in sight of all my foes, 
 
 Doth still my table spread ; 
 My cup with blessings overflows, 
 
 Thine oil anoints my head. 
 
414 LOVE, AND COMMUNION WITH CHRIST. 
 
 3 The sure provisions of my God 
 
 Attend me all my days ; 
 Oh, may thy house be mine abode, 
 
 And all my works be praise : 
 There would I find a settled rest, 
 
 While others go and come, — 
 No more a stranger, or a guest, 
 
 But like a child at home. 
 
 637 
 
 Christ, our Model. e. caswall, 
 O Jesus ! King most wonderful, 
 
 Thou Conqueror renowned; 
 Thou sweetness most ineffable, 
 
 In whom all joys are found ! 
 
 2 When once thou visitest the heart, 
 Then truth begins to shine, 
 
 Then earthly vanities depart, 
 Then kindles love divine. 
 
 3 O Jesus, Light of all below ! 
 Thou Fount of life and fire ! 
 
 Surpassing all the joys we know, 
 All that we can desire, — 
 
 4 May every heart confess thy name, 
 And ever thee adore ; 
 
 And, seeking thee, itself inflame 
 To seek thee more and more. 
 
 5 Thee may our tongues for ever bless : 
 Thee may we love alone ; 
 
 And ever in our life express 
 The image of thine own. 
 
LOVE, AND COMMUNION WITH CHRIST. 415 
 
 UOO cm. Christ Above All. J. newton. 
 
 Let worldly minds the world pursue — 
 
 It has no charms for me ; 
 Once I admired its trifles, too, 
 
 But grace hath set me free. 
 
 2 Its joys can now no longer please, 
 Nor ev'n content afford : 
 
 Far from my heart be joys like these, 
 For I have seen the Lord. 
 
 3 As by the light of opening day 
 The stars are all concealed, 
 
 So earthly pleasures fade away 
 When Jesus is revealed. 
 
 4 Creatures no more divide my choice — 
 I bid them all depart ; 
 
 His name, his love, his gracious voice, 
 Have fixed my roving heart. 
 
 5 And may I hope that thou wilt own 
 A worthless worm like me ? 
 
 Dear Lord ! I would be thine alone, 
 And wholly live to thee. 
 
 639 
 
 7S, 6s, D. " God, o-ur Saviour." t. haweis. 
 
 To thee, my God and Saviour ! 
 
 My heart exulting sings, 
 Rejoicing in thy favor, 
 
 Almighty King of kings ! 
 I '11 celebrate thy glory, 
 
 With all thy saints above, 
 And tell the joyful story 
 
 Of thy redeeming love. 
 
416 CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE AND GRACES. 
 
 2 Soon as the morn with roses 
 
 Bedecks the dewy east, 
 And when the sun reposes 
 
 Upon the ocean's breast, 
 My voice, in supplication, 
 
 Well-pleased the Lord shall hear : 
 Oh, grant me thy salvation, 
 
 And to my soul draw near. 
 
 3 By thee, through life supported, 
 
 I '11 pass the dangerous road, 
 With heavenly hosts escorted, 
 
 Up to thy bright abode ; 
 Then cast my crown before thee, 
 
 And, all my conflicts o'er, 
 Unceasingly adore thee : — 
 
 What could an angel more ? 
 
 640 
 
 7s, 6 1. Brotlterly Love. j. Humphreys. 
 
 Blessed are the sons of God, 
 
 They are bought with Christ's own blood ; 
 
 They are ransomed from the grave ; 
 
 Life eternal they shall have : 
 
 With them numbered may we be, 
 
 Here, and in eternity. 
 
 2 They are justified by grace, 
 They enjoy the Saviour's peace; 
 All their sins are washed away ; 
 They shall stand in God's great day: 
 With them numbered may we be, 
 Here, and in eternity. 
 
CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE AND GRACES. 417 
 
 3 They are lights upon the earth, 
 Children of a heavenly birth, — 
 One with God, with Jesus one : 
 Glory is in them begun : 
 With them numbered may we be, 
 Here, and in eternity. 
 
 t)-x 1 7s, 6 1. Charity. c. winkworth, tr. 
 
 Though I speak with angel tongues 
 Bravest words of strength and fire, 
 
 They are but as idle songs, 
 If no love my heart inspire ; 
 
 All the eloquence shall pass 
 
 As the noise of sounding brass. 
 
 2 Though I lavish all I have 
 On the poor in charity, 
 
 Though I shrink not from the grave, 
 
 Or unmoved the stake can see, — 
 Till by love the work be crowned, 
 All shall profitless be found. 
 
 3 Come, thou Spirit of pure love, 
 Who didst forth from God proceed, 
 
 Never from my heart remove ; 
 Let me all thy impulse heed ; 
 Let my heart henceforward be 
 Moved, controlled, inspired by thee. 
 
 642 
 
 7s, 61. Psalm 131. j. newtom. 
 
 Quiet, Lord, my froward heart, 
 Make me teachable and mild, 
 Upright, simple, free from art, 
 Make me as a weaned child : 
 From distrust and envy free, 
 Pleased with all that pleases thee. 
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418 CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE AND GRACES. 
 
 2 What thou shalt to-day provide, 
 Let me as a child receive ; 
 
 What to-morrow may betide, 
 
 Calmly to thy wisdom leave : 
 'T is enough that thou wilt care ; 
 Why should I the burden bear ! 
 
 3 As a little child relies 
 
 On a care beyond his own, 
 Knows he 's neither strong nor wise, 
 
 Fears to stir a step alone ; — 
 Let me thus with thee abide, 
 As my Father, Guard, and Guide. 
 
 643 
 
 7s, 61. Trust. e. h. nevin. 
 
 Saviour, happy would I be, 
 If I could but trust in thee ; 
 Trust thy wisdom me to guide ; 
 Trust thy goodness to provide ; 
 Trust thy saving love and power ; 
 Trust thee every day and hour : — 
 
 2 Trust thee as the only light 
 In the darkest hour of night ; 
 Trust in sickness, trust in health; 
 Trust in poverty and wealth; 
 Trust in joy and trust in grief; 
 Trust thy promise for relief: — 
 
 3 Trust thy blood to cleanse my soul ; 
 Trust thy grace to make me whole ; 
 Trust thee living, dying, too ; 
 
 Trust thee all my journey through ; 
 Trust thee till my feet shall be 
 Planted on the crystal sea. 
 
CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE AND GRACES. 419 
 
 644 
 
 7s, 6 1. SpiriitiaUty. c. wesley. 
 
 Abba, Father, hear thy child, 
 Late in Jesus reconciled ; 
 Hear, and all the graces shower, 
 „ All the joy, and peace, and power ; 
 All my Saviour asks above, 
 All the life and heaven of love. 
 
 2 Holy Ghost, no more delay ; 
 Come, and in thy temple stay : 
 Now, thine inward witness bear, 
 Strong, and permanent, and clear ; 
 Spring of life, thyself impart ; 
 Rise eternal in my heart. 
 
 UtcO c. m. Faith. j. r. wreford. 
 
 Lord, I believe ; thy power I own ; 
 Thy word I would obey; 
 
 1 wander comfortless and lone, 
 When from thy truth I stray. 
 
 2 Lord, I believe ; but gloomy fears 
 Sometimes bedim my sight ; 
 
 I look to thee with prayers and tears, 
 And cry for strength and light. 
 
 3 Lord, I believe ; but oft, I know, 
 My faith is cold and weak : 
 
 My weakness strengthen, and bestow 
 The confidence I seek. 
 
 4 Yes ! I believe ; and only thou 
 Canst give my soul relief: 
 
 Lord, to thy truth my spirit bow ; 
 " Help thou mine unbelief! " 
 
420 CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE AND GRACES. 
 
 u4l) c. m. Meekness. t. h. gill. 
 
 Lord ! when I all things would possess, 
 
 I crave but to be thine ; 
 Oh, lowly is the loftiness 
 
 Of these desires divine. 
 
 2 Each gift but helps my soul to learn 
 How boundless is thy store ; 
 
 1 go from strength to strength, and yearn 
 For thee, my Helper, more. 
 
 3 How can my soul divinely soar, 
 How keep the shining way, 
 
 And not more tremblingly adore, 
 And not more humbly pray ! 
 
 4 The more I triumph in thy gifts, 
 The more I wait on thee ; 
 
 The grace that mightily uplifts 
 Most sweetly humbleth me. 
 
 5 The heaven where I would stand complete 
 My lowly love shall see, 
 
 And stronger grow the yearning sweet, 
 My holy One ! for thee. 
 
 Dt I c. m. Calmness. h. bonar. 
 
 Calm me, my God, and keep me calm ; 
 
 Let thine 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 bustling street, — 
 
CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE AND GRACES. 421 
 
 3 Calm in the hour of buoyant health, 
 Calm in my hour of pain, 
 
 Calm in my poverty or wealth, 
 Calm in my loss or gain, — 
 
 4 Calm in the sufferance of wrong, 
 Like him who bore my shame, 
 
 Calm 'mid the threatening, taunting throng, ^ 
 Who hate thy holy name. 
 
 5 Calm me, my God, and keep me calm, 
 Soft resting on thy breast ; 
 
 Soothe me with holy hyrnn and psalm, 
 And bid my spirit rest. 
 
 648 
 
 " Herein is Love." f. w. faber. 
 
 My God, how wonderful thou art, 
 
 Thy majesty how bright ! 
 How glorious is thy mercy-seat, 
 
 In depths of burning light ! 
 
 2 Yet I may love thee, too, O Lord, 
 Almighty as thou art ; 
 
 For thou hast stooped to ask of me 
 The love of my poor heart. 
 
 3 No earthly father loves like thee, 
 No mother half so mild, 
 
 Bears and forbears, as thou hast done 
 With me, thy sinful child. 
 
 4 My God, how wonderful thou art, 
 Thou everlasting Friend ! 
 
 On thee I stay my trusting heart, 
 Till faith in vision end. 
 
422 CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE AND GRACES. 
 
 t)4y c. m. Humble Devotion. a. Steele. 
 
 Father ! whate'er of earthly bliss 
 
 Thy sovereign will denies, 
 Accepted at thy throne of grace, 
 
 Let this petition rise : — 
 
 2 " Give me a calm, a thankful heart, 
 From every murmur free ; 
 
 The blessings of thy grace impart, 
 And make me live to thee. 
 
 3 " Let the sweet hope that thou art mine 
 My life and death attend ; 
 
 Thy presence through my journey shine, 
 And crown my journey's end.' , 
 
 UOU c. M. Growth in Grace. a. nettleton. 
 
 Come, Holy Ghost, my soul inspire ; 
 
 This one great gift impart — 
 What most I need, and most desire, 
 
 An humble, holy heart. 
 
 2 Bear witness I am born again, 
 My many sins forgiven : 
 
 Nor let a gloomy doubt remain 
 To cloud my hope of heaven. 
 
 3 More of myself grant I may know, 
 From sin's deceit be free ; 
 
 In all the Christian graces grow, 
 And live alone to thee. 
 
 651 
 
 s. m. Grateful Confidence. h 
 
 I bless the Christ of God, 
 
 I rest on love divine, 
 And with unfaltering lip and heart, 
 
 I call this Saviour mine. 
 
CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE AND GRACES. 423 
 
 2 His cross dispels each doubt ; 
 I bury in his tomb 
 
 Each thought of unbelief and fear, 
 Each lingering shade of gloom. 
 
 3 I praise the God of peace ; 
 I trust his truth and might; 
 
 He calls me his, I call him mine, 
 My God, my joy, my light. 
 
 4 *T is he who saveth me, 
 And freely pardon gives : 
 
 I love because he loveth me ; 
 I live because he lives. 
 
 5 My life with him is hid, 
 My death has passed away, 
 
 My clouds have melted into light, 
 My midnight into day. 
 
 652 
 
 Purity. j. keble. 
 
 Blest are the pure in heart, 
 For they shall see their God ; 
 
 The secret of the Lord is theirs ; 
 Their soul is Christ's abode. 
 
 2 He to the lowly soul 
 Doth still himself impart, 
 
 And for his dwelling, and his throne, 
 Chooseth the pure in heart. 
 
 3 Lord ! we thy presence seek : 
 May ours this blessing be ; 
 
 Oh, give the pure and lowly heart, — 
 A temple meet for thee. 
 
4:24 CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE AND GRACES. 
 
 t)0O s. if. Joy. MOULTRII 
 
 Rejoice in God alway ; 
 
 When earth looks heavenly bright, 
 When joy makes glad the livelong day, 
 
 And peace shuts in the night. 
 
 2 Rejoice when care and woe 
 The fainting soul oppress ; 
 
 When tears at wakeful midnight flow, 
 And morn brings heaviness. 
 
 3 Rejoice in hope and fear ; 
 Rejoice in life and death ; 
 
 Rejoice when threatening storms are near, 
 And comfort languisheth. 
 
 4 When should not they rejoice, 
 Whom Christ his brethren calls, 
 
 Who hear and know his guiding voice, 
 When on their heart it falls ? 
 
 5 So, though our path is steep, 
 And many a tempest lowers, 
 
 Shall his own peace our spirits keep, 
 And Christ's dear love be ours. 
 
 UOt c. m. Faith. f. w. fabet 
 
 Oh, gift of gifts ! oh, grace of faith ! 
 
 My God ! how can it be 
 That thou, who hast discerning love, 
 Shouldst give that gift to me ? 
 
 2 How many hearts thou mightst have had 
 
 More innocent than mine ! 
 How many souls more worthy far 
 
 Of that sweet touch of thine ! 
 
CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE AND GRACES. 425 
 
 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 The crowd of cares, the weightiest cross, 
 Seem trifles less than light — 
 
 Earth looks so little and so low 
 When faith shines full and bright. 
 
 5 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 ! 
 
 655 
 
 Godly Sincerity. bartc 
 
 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 ev'n the tomb 
 No 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. 
 
426 CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE AND GRACES. 
 
 UOt) CM. Faith. D. TURNER. 
 
 Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss, 
 And saves me from its snares ; 
 
 Its aid, in every duty, brings, 
 And softens all its cares. 
 
 2 The wounded conscience knows its power 
 The healing balm to give ; 
 
 That balm the saddest heart can cheer ; 
 And make the dying live. 
 
 3 Wide it unvails celestial worlds, 
 Where deathless pleasures reign ; 
 
 And bids me seek my portion there, 
 Nor bids me seek in vain. 
 
 4 It shows the precious promise sealed 
 With the Redeemer's blood ; 
 
 And helps my feeble hope to rest, 
 Upon a faithful God. 
 
 5 There — there unshaken would I rest, 
 Till this frail body dies ; 
 
 And then, on faith's triumphant wings, 
 To endless glory rise. 
 
 OO • l. m. Gratitude. I. watts. 
 
 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, 
 Great Guardian of my sleeping hours ; 
 
 Thy sovereign word restores the light, 
 And quickens all my drowsy powers. 
 
CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE AND GRACES. 427 
 
 3 I yield my powers to thy command; 
 
 To thee I consecrate my days ; 
 Perpetual blessings from thine hand 
 
 Demand perpetual songs of praise. 
 
 ODo l. m. Faith. J. NEWTON. 
 
 By faith in Christ I walk with God, 
 
 With heaven, my journey's end, in view ; 
 Supported by his staff and rod, 
 
 My road is safe and pleasant, too. 
 
 2 Though snares and dangers throng my path, 
 And earth and hell my course withstand, 
 
 I triumph over all by faith, 
 
 Guarded by his almighty hand. 
 
 3 The wilderness affords no food, 
 But God for my support prepares, 
 
 Provides me every needful good, 
 
 And frees my soul from wants and cares. 
 
 4 With him sweet converse I maintain ; 
 Great as he is, I dare be free ; 
 
 1 tell him all my grief and pain, 
 And he reveals his love to me. 
 
 OOt/ l. m. Contentment. w. covvper, tr. 
 
 O Lord, how full of sweet content 
 Our years of pilgrimage are spent ! 
 Where'er we dwell, we dwell with thee, 
 In heaven, in earth, or on the sea. 
 
 2 To us remains nor place nor time : 
 Our country is in every clime : 
 
 We can be calm and free from care 
 On any shore, since God is there. 
 
428 CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE AND GRACES. 
 
 3 While place we seek, or place we shun, 
 The soul finds happiness in none ; 
 But with our God to guide our way, 
 'T is equal joy to go or stay. 
 
 4 Could we be cast where thou art not, 
 That were indeed a dreadful lot ; 
 But regions none remote we call, 
 Secure of finding God in all. 
 
 660 
 
 Voiceless Prayer. greek hymn. 
 
 O blessed God, to thee I raise 
 My voice in thankful hymns of praise ; 
 And when my voice shall silent be, 
 My silence shall be praise to thee. 
 
 2 For voice and silence doth impart 
 The filial homage of my heart ; 
 And both alike are understood 
 By thee, thou Parent of all good — 
 
 3 Whose grace is all unsearchable, 
 Whose care for me no tongue can tell, 
 Who loves my loudest praise to hear, 
 And loves to bless my voiceless prayer. 
 
 661 
 
 L. m. Faith. I. WATTS. 
 
 'T is by the faith of joys to come, 
 
 We walk through deserts dark as night; 
 
 Till we arrive at heaven, our home, 
 Faith is our guide, and faith our light. 
 
CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE AND GRACES. 429 
 
 2 The want of sight she well supplies ; 
 She makes the pearly gates appear ; 
 
 Far into distant worlds she pries, 
 And brings eternal glories near. 
 
 3 Cheerful we tread the desert through, 
 While faith inspires a heavenly ray ; 
 
 Though lions roar, and tempests blow, 
 And rocks and dangers fill the way. 
 
 00^7 L. M. Self-denial. J. keble. 
 
 If on our daily course our mind 
 Be set, to hallow all we find, 
 New treasures still, of countless price, 
 God will provide for sacrifice. 
 
 2 Old friends, old scenes, will lovelier be, 
 As more of heaven in each we see ; 
 Some softening gleam of love and prayer 
 Shall dawn on every cross and care. 
 
 3 The trivial round, the common task, 
 Will furnish all we ought to ask; — 
 Room to deny ourselves, a road 
 
 To bring us daily nearer God. 
 
 4 Only, O Lord, in thy dear love, 
 Fit us for perfect rest above ; 
 And help us, this and every day, 
 To live more nearly as we pray. 
 
 t)UO l. m. Love. I. WATTS. 
 
 Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews, 
 And nobler speech than angels use, 
 If love be absent, I am found 
 Like tinkling brass, an empty sound. 
 
430 CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE AND GRACES. 
 
 2 Were I inspired to preach and tell 
 All that is done in heaven and hell — 
 Or could my faith the world remove, 
 Still I am nothing without love. 
 
 3 Should I distribute all my store 
 To feed the hungry, clothe the poor ; 
 Or give my body to the flame, 
 
 To gain a martyr's glorious name : — 
 
 4 If love to God and love to men 
 Be absent, all my hopes are vain ; 
 Nor tongues, nor gifts, nor fiery zeal, 
 The work of love can e'er fulfill. 
 
 DDt l. m. Consistency. i. \va 
 
 So let our lips and lives express 
 The holy gospel we profess ; 
 So let our works and virtues shine, 
 To prove the doctrine all divine. 
 
 2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad 
 The honors of our Saviour God ; 
 When his salvation reigns within, 
 And grace subdues the power of sin. 
 
 3 Religion bears our spirits up, 
 While we expect that blessed hope, — 
 The bright appearance of the Lord : 
 And faith stands leaning on his word. 
 
 OOD c. m. Docility.— Ps. 131. 1. w/ 
 
 Is THERE ambition in my heart? 
 
 Search, gracious God, and see ; 
 Or do I act a haughty part ? 
 
 Lord, I appeal to thee. 
 
CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE AND GRACES. 431 
 
 2 I charge my thoughts, be humble still, 
 And all my carriage mild ; 
 
 Content, my Father, with thy will, 
 And quiet as a child. 
 
 3 The patient soul, the lowly mind, 
 Shall have a large reward ; 
 
 Let saints in sorrow lie resigned, 
 And trust a faithful Lord. 
 
 OOt) c. m. "The Head, even Christ." c. wesley. 
 Blest be the dear, uniting love, 
 
 That will not let us part : 
 Our bodies may far off remove ; 
 
 We still are one in heart. 
 
 2 Joined in one spirit to our Head, 
 Where he appoints we go ; 
 
 We still in Jesus' footsteps tread, 
 And show his praise below. 
 
 3 Oh, may we ever walk in him, 
 And nothing know beside ! 
 
 Nothing desire, nothing esteem, 
 But Jesus crucified ! 
 
 4 Partakers of the Saviour's grace, 
 The same in mind and heart, 
 
 Not joy nor grief nor time nor place 
 Nor life nor death can part. 
 
 667 
 
 cm. " Watch and Pray" t. Hastings 
 
 The Saviour bids thee watch and pray 
 
 Through life's momentous hour; 
 And grants the Spirit's quickening ray 
 
 To those who seek his power. 
 
432 CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE AND GRACES. 
 
 2 The Saviour bids thee watch and pray, 
 Maintain a warrior's strife ; 
 
 O Christian ! hear his voice to-day : 
 Obedience is thy life. 
 
 3 The Saviour bids thee watch and pray ; 
 For soon the hour will come 
 
 That calls thee from the earth away 
 To thy eternal home. 
 
 4 The Saviour bids thee watch and pray, 
 Oh, hearken to his voice, 
 
 And follow where he leads the way, 
 To heaven's eternal joys ! 
 
 668 
 
 Living to Christ. p. doddridge. 
 
 My gracious Lord, I own thy right 
 
 To every service I can pay, 
 And call it my supreme delight 
 
 To hear thy dictates and obey. 
 
 2 What is my being, but for thee, 
 Its sure support, its noblest end ? 
 
 Thine ever-smiling face to see, 
 
 And serve the cause of such a Friend. 
 
 3 I would not breathe for worldly joy, 
 Or to increase my worldly good ; 
 
 Nor future days nor powers employ 
 To spread a sounding name abroad. 
 
 4 'T is to my Saviour I would live, 
 To him who for my ransom died ; 
 
 Nor could the bowers of Eden give 
 Such bliss as blossoms at his side. 
 
CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE AND GRACES. 433 
 
 5 His work my hoary head shall bless, 
 When youthful vigor is no more ; 
 
 And my last hour of life confess 
 His dying love, his saving power. 
 
 669 
 
 Psalm 103. 1. watt* 
 
 Oh, bless the Lord, my soul ! 
 
 Let all within me join, 
 And aid my tongue to bless his name, 
 
 Whose favors are divine. 
 
 2 Oh, bless the Lord, my soul, 
 Nor let his mercies lie 
 
 Forgotten in unthankfulness, 
 And without praises die. 
 
 3 'T is he forgives thy sins, 
 'T is he relieves thy pain, 
 
 'T is he that heals thy sicknesses, 
 And makes thee young again. 
 
 4 He crowns thy life with love, 
 When ransomed from the grave ; 
 
 He that redeemed my soul from hell, 
 Hath sovereign power to save. 
 
 5 He fills the poor with good; 
 He gives the sufferers rest: 
 
 The Lord hath judgments for the proud, 
 And justice for the oppressed. 
 
 6 His wondrous works and ways 
 He made by Moses known ; 
 
 But sent the world his truth and grace 
 By his beloved Son. 
 28 
 
434 CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE AND GRACES. 
 
 OlU 7s, 6 1. Acknowledg7nent. r. m. mccheyne. 
 
 Chosen not for good in me, 
 Waked from coming wrath to flee, 
 Hidden in the Saviour's side, 
 By the Spirit sanctified — 
 Teach me, Lord, on earth to show, 
 By my love, how much I owe. 
 
 2 Oft I walk beneath the cloud, 
 Dark as midnight's gloomy shroud : 
 But, when fear is at the height, 
 Jesus comes, and all is light ; 
 Blessed Jesus ! bid me show 
 Doubting saints how much I owe. 
 
 3 Oft the nights of sorrow reign — 
 Weeping, sickness, sighing, pain ; 
 But a night thine anger burns — 
 Morning comes, and joy returns : 
 God of comforts ! bid me show 
 
 To thy poor how much I owe. 
 
 4 When in flowery paths I tread, 
 Oft by sin I 'm captive led ; 
 
 Oft I fall, but still arise — 
 Jesus comes — the tempter flies : 
 Blessed Jesus ! bid me show 
 Weary sinners all I owe. 
 
 Oil CM. Psalm 34. TATE-BRADY. 
 
 Through all the changing scenes of life, 
 
 In trouble and in joy, 
 The praises of my God shall still 
 
 My heart and tongue employ. 
 
CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE AND GRACES. 435 
 
 2 Of his deliverance I will boast, 
 Till all, who are distressed, 
 
 From my example comfort take, 
 And charm their griefs to rest. 
 
 3 Oh, magnify the Lord with me, 
 With me exalt his name ! 
 
 When in distress to him I called, 
 He to my rescue came. 
 
 4 The hosts of God encamp around 
 The dwellings of the just; 
 
 Deliverance he affords to all, 
 Who on his succor trust. 
 
 5 Oh, make but trial of his love ; 
 Experience will decide, 
 
 How blest are they, and only they, 
 Who in his truth confide. 
 
 Ul^ 7s. Psalm 131. c. weslev. 
 
 Lord, if thou thy grace impart, 
 Poor in spirit, meek in heart, 
 
 1 shall as my Master be, — 
 Rooted in humility ! 
 
 2 Simple, teachable, and mild, 
 Changed into a little child ; 
 Pleased with all the Lord provides, 
 Weaned from all the world besides. 
 
 3 Father, fix my soul on thee ; 
 Every evil let me flee ; 
 Nothing want, beneath, above, 
 Happy in thy precious love. 
 
436 CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE AND GRACES. 
 
 4 Oh, that all may seek and find 
 Every good in Jesus joined ! 
 Him let Israel still adore, 
 Trust him, praise him evermore. 
 
 673 
 
 s. m. Phil. 2 : 13. 
 
 Heirs of unending life, 
 
 While yet we sojourn here, 
 Oh, let us our salvation work 
 
 With trembling and with fear. 
 
 2 God will support our hearts, 
 With might before unknown ; 
 
 The work to be performed is ours, 
 The strength is all his own. 
 
 3 'T is he that works to will, 
 'T is he that works to do ; 
 
 His is the power by which we act, 
 His be the glory, too ! 
 
 674 
 
 " Of One Heart" a. l. barbauld. 
 How blest the sacred tie that binds, 
 In union sweet, according minds ! 
 How swift the heavenly course they run, 
 Whose hearts and faith and hopes are one. 
 
 2 To each the soul of each how dear ! 
 What jealous care, what holy fear! 
 How doth the generous flame within, 
 Refine from earth and cleanse from sin ! 
 
 3 Their streaming tears together flow, 
 For human guilt and human woe ; 
 Their ardent prayers united rise, 
 Like mingling flames in sacrifice. 
 
PRIVILEGES OF BELIEVERS. 437 
 
 4 Nor shall the glowing flame expire 
 'Mid nature's drooping, sickening fire : 
 Soon shall they meet in realms above — 
 A heaven of joy, because of love. 
 
 O I t) l. M. Completeness. a. r. wolfe. 
 
 Complete in thee ! no work of mine 
 May take, dear Lord, the place of thine ; 
 Thy blood has pardon bought for me, 
 And I am now complete in thee. 
 
 2 Complete in thee — no more shall sin, 
 Thy grace has conquered, reign within ; 
 Thy voice will bid the tempter flee, 
 And I shall stand complete in thee. 
 
 3 Complete in thee — each want supplied, 
 And no good thing to me denied, 
 
 Since thou my portion, Lord, v/ilt be, 
 
 1 ask no more — complete in thee. 
 
 4 Dear Saviour ! when, before thy bar, 
 All tribes and tongues assembled are, 
 Among thy chosen may I be 
 
 At thy right hand — complete in thee. 
 
 UiOl. m. Adoption. s. stennett. 
 
 Not all the nobles of the earth, 
 Who boast the honors of their birth, 
 So high a dignity can claim, 
 As those who bear the Christian name. 
 
 2 To them the privilege is given 
 To be the sons and heirs of heaven ; 
 Sons of the God who reigns on high, 
 And heirs of joy beyond the sky. 
 
438 PRIVILEGES OF BELIEVERS. 
 
 3 His will he makes them early know, 
 And teaches their young feet to go ; 
 Whispers instruction to their minds, 
 And on their hearts his precepts binds. 
 
 4 Their daily wants his hands supply, 
 Their steps he guards with watchful eye ; 
 Leads them from earth to heaven above, 
 And crowns them with eternal love. 
 
 U I • L. m. Security and Rest. I. watts. 
 
 Lord, how secure and blest are they 
 Who feel the joys of pardoned sin ! 
 
 Should storms of wrath shake earth and sea, 
 Their minds have heaven and peace within. 
 
 2 The day glides sweetly o'er their heads, 
 Made up of innocence and love ; 
 
 And soft and silent as the shades, 
 Their nightly minutes gently move. 
 
 3 Quick as their thoughts their joys come on, 
 But fly not half so swift away : 
 
 Their souls are ever bright as noon, 
 And calm as summer evenings be. 
 
 4 How oft they look to heavenly hills, 
 Where streams of living pleasures flow; 
 
 And longing hopes and cheerful smiles 
 Sit undisturbed upon their brow ! 
 
 5 They scorn to seek earth's golden toys, 
 But spend the day, and share the night, 
 
 In numbering o'er the richer joys 
 
 That heaven prepares for their delight. 
 
678 
 
 PRIVILEGES OF BELIEVERS. 439 
 
 l. m. Remembrance. J. bowring. 
 
 Earth's transitory things decay ; 
 Its pomps, its pleasures pass away; 
 But the sweet memory of the good 
 Survives in the vicissitude. 
 
 2 As, 'mid the ever-rolling sea, 
 The eternal isles established be, 
 'Gainst which the surges of the main 
 
 Fret, dash, and break themselves in vain ; — 
 
 3 As in the heavens, the urns divine 
 Of golden light for ever shine ; 
 
 Tho' clouds may darken, storms may rage, 
 They still shine on from age to age; — 
 
 4 So, through the ocean tide of years, 
 The memory of the just appears ; 
 
 So, through the tempest and the gloom, 
 The good man's virtues light the tomb. 
 
 679 
 
 Perseverance. I. watts. 
 
 Who shall the Lord's elect condemn ? 
 
 'T is God who justifies their souls ; 
 And mercy, like a mighty stream, 
 
 O'er all their sins divinely rolls. 
 
 2 Who shall adjudge the saints to hell ? 
 'T is Christ who suffered in their stead ; 
 
 And their salvation to fulfill, 
 
 Behold him rising from the dead ! 
 
 3 He lives ! he lives ! and sits above, 
 For ever interceding there : 
 
 Who shall divide us from his love, 
 Or what shall tempt us to despair ? 
 
440 PRIVILEGES OF BELIEVERS. 
 
 4 Shall persecution or distress, 
 Famine, or sword, or nakedness ? 
 
 He who hath loved us bears us through, 
 And makes us more than conquerors, too. 
 
 5 Not all that men on earth can do, 
 
 Nor powers on high, nor powers below, 
 Shall cause his mercy to remove, 
 
 Or wean our hearts from Christ, our love. 
 
 680 
 
 681 
 
 " Saints' Inventory" b. beddome. 
 
 If God is mine, then present things 
 
 And things to come are mine ; 
 Yea, Christ, his word, and Spirit, too, 
 
 And glory all divine. 
 
 2 If he is mine, then from his love 
 He every trouble sends ; 
 
 All things are working for my good, 
 And bliss his rod attends. 
 
 3 If he is mine, let friends forsake, 
 Let wealth and honor flee : 
 
 Sure he who giveth me himself 
 Is more than these to me. 
 
 4 Oh, tell me, Lord, that thou art mine ; 
 What can I wish beside ? 
 
 My soul shall at the fountain live, 
 When all the streams are dried. 
 
 c. m. Perseverance. I. watts. 
 
 Firm as the earth thy gospel stands, 
 
 My Lord, my hope, my trust; 
 If I am found in Jesus' hands, 
 
 My soul can ne'er be lost. 
 
PRIVILEGES OF BELIEVERS. 441 
 
 2 His honor is engaged to save 
 The meanest of his sheep ; 
 
 All, whom his heavenly Father gave, 
 His hands securely keep. 
 
 3 Nor death nor hell shall e'er remove 
 His favorites from his breast; 
 
 In the dear bosom of his love 
 They must for ever rest. 
 
 UO^ c. m. Assurance. I. watts. 
 
 When I can read my title clear 
 To mansions in the skies, 
 
 1 bid farewell to every fear, 
 And wipe my weeping eyes. 
 
 2 Should earth against my soul engage, 
 And fiery darts be hurled, 
 
 Then I can smile at Satan's rage, 
 And face a frowning world. 
 
 3 Let cares like a wild deluge come, 
 And storms of sorrow fall, 
 
 May I but safely reach my home, 
 My God, my heaven, my all ! — 
 
 4 There shall I bathe my weary soul 
 In seas of heavenly rest ; 
 
 And not a wave of trouble roll 
 Across my peaceful breast. 
 
 OOO c. m. Security. h. f. lyte. 
 
 There is a safe and secret place, 
 
 Beneath the wings divine, 
 Reserved for all the heirs of grace, — 
 
 Oh, be that refuge mine ! 
 
442 PRIVILEGES OF BELIEVERS. 
 
 2 The least and feeblest there may bide, 
 Uninjured and unawed ; 
 
 While thousands fall 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 ! 
 
 OOt cm. The Covenant. p. Doddridge. 
 
 My God, the covenant of thy love 
 
 Abides for ever sure ; 
 And in its matchless grace I feel 
 
 My happiness secure. 
 
 2 Since thou, the everlasting God, 
 My Father art become, 
 
 Jesus my Guardian and my Friend, 
 And heaven my final home ; — 
 
 3 I welcome all thy sovereign will, 
 For all that will is love ; 
 
 And when I know not what thou dost, 
 I wait the light above. 
 
 DOO c. M. Adoption. p. doddridge. 
 
 My Father, God ! how sweet the sound ! 
 
 How tender and how dear ! 
 Not all the melody of heaven 
 
 Could so delight the ear. 
 
PRIVILEGES OF BELIEVERS. 443 
 
 2 Come, sacred Spirit, seal the name 
 On my expanding heart ; 
 
 And show, that in Jehovah's grace 
 I share a filial part. 
 
 3 Cheered by a signal so divine, 
 Unwavering I believe ; 
 
 My spirit Abba, Father ! cries, 
 Nor can the sign deceive. 
 
 DOO c. m. d. Hiding-place. t. raffles. 
 
 Thou art my hiding-place, O Lord ! 
 
 In thee I put my trust ; 
 Encouraged by thy holy word, 
 
 A feeble child of dust: 
 
 1 have no argument beside, 
 
 I urge no other plea ; 
 And 'tis enough my Saviour died, 
 My Saviour died for me ! 
 
 2 When storms of fierce temptation beat, 
 And furious foes assail, 
 
 My refuge is the mercy-seat, 
 
 My hope within the vail : 
 From strife of tongues, and bitter words, 
 
 My spirit flies to thee ; 
 Joy to my heart the thought affords, 
 
 My Saviour died for me ! 
 
 3 And when thine awful voice commands 
 
 This body to decay, 
 And life in its last lingering sands, 
 
 Is ebbing fast away ; — 
 
444 PRIVILEGES OF BELIEVERS. 
 
 Then, though it be in accents weak, 
 My voice shall call on thee, 
 
 And ask for strength in death to speak, 
 " My Saviour died for me." 
 
 687 
 
 d. Union to Christ. j. g. deck. 
 
 Lord Jesus, are we one with thee ? 
 
 Oh, height ! oh, depth of love ! 
 With thee we died upon the tree, 
 
 In thee we live above. 
 Such was thy grace, that for our sake 
 
 Thou didst from heaven come down, 
 Thou didst of flesh and blood partake, 
 
 In all our sorrows one. 
 
 2 Our sins, our guilt, in love divine, 
 
 Confessed and borne by thee ; 
 The gall, the curse, the wrath, were thine, 
 
 To set thy members free. 
 Ascended now, in glory bright, 
 
 Still one with us thou art ; 
 Nor life, nor death, nor depth, nor height, 
 
 Thy saints and thee can part. 
 
 3 Oh, teach us, Lord, to know and own 
 
 This wondrous mystery, 
 That thou with us art truly one, 
 
 And we are one with thee ! 
 Soon, soon shall come that glorious day, 
 
 When, seated on thy throne, 
 Thou shalt to wondering worlds display, 
 
 That thou with us art one. 
 
688 
 
 689 
 
 PRIVILEGES OF BELIEVERS. 445 
 
 m. 61. In Christ Alone. e. mote. 
 
 My hope is built on nothing less 
 Than Jesus' blood and righteousness ; 
 
 1 dare not trust the sweetest frame, 
 But wholly lean on Jesus' name : 
 
 On Christ, the solid rock, I stand ; 
 All other ground is sinking sand. 
 
 2 When darkness seems to vail his face, 
 
 1 rest on his unchanging grace ; 
 In every high and stormy gale, 
 My anchor holds within the vail ; 
 
 On Christ, the solid rock, I stand ; 
 All other ground is sinking sand. 
 
 3 His oath, his covenant, his blood, 
 Support me in the whelming flood : 
 When all around my soul gives way, 
 He then is all my hope and stay : 
 
 On Christ, the solid rock, I stand ; 
 All other ground is sinking sand. 
 
 l. m. 61. "No Condemnation." c. wesley. 
 
 And can it be that I should gain 
 
 An interest in the Saviour's blood ? 
 Died he for me, who caused his pain? 
 
 For me, who him to death pursued ? 
 Amazing love ! how can it be, 
 That thou, my Lord, shouldst die for me ? 
 
 2 He left his Father's throne above ; 
 (So free, so infinite his grace !) 
 
 Emptied himself of all but love, 
 
 And bled for Adam's helpless race; 
 'T is mercy all, immense and free, 
 For, O my God, it found out me ! 
 
446 PRIVILEGES OF BELIEVERS. 
 
 3 No condemnation now I dread, — 
 Jesus, with all in him, is mine; 
 
 Alive in him, my living Head, 
 
 And clothed in righteousness divine, 
 
 Bold I approach the eternal throne, 
 
 And claim the crown, thro' Christ my own. 
 
 690 
 
 Grace. p. doddridge. 
 
 Grace ! 't is a charming sound ! 
 
 Harmonious to mine ear ! 
 Heaven with the echo shall resound, 
 
 And all the earth shall hear. 
 
 2 Grace first contrived a way 
 To save rebellious man ; 
 
 And all the steps that grace display, 
 Which drew the wondrous plan. 
 
 3 Grace led my roving feet 
 To tread the heavenly road ; 
 
 And new supplies each hour I meet 
 While pressing on to God. 
 
 4 Grace all the work shall crown, 
 Through everlasting days ; 
 
 It lays in heaven the topmost stone, 
 And well deserves the praise. 
 
 fc>y 1 s. m. God Our Father, c. winkworth, tr. 
 
 Here I can firmly rest ; 
 
 I dare to boast of this, 
 That God, the highest and the best, 
 
 My Friend and Father is. 
 
692 
 
 PRIVILEGES OF BELIEVERS. 447 
 
 2 Naught have I of my own, 
 Xaught in the life I lead ; 
 
 What Christ hath given, that alone 
 I dare in faith to plead. 
 
 3 I rest upon the ground 
 Of Jesus and his blood; 
 
 It is through him that I have found 
 My soul's eternal good. 
 
 4 At cost of all I have, 
 
 At cost of life and limb, 
 I cling to God who yet shall save ; 
 I will not turn from him. 
 
 5 His Spirit in me dwells, 
 O'er all my mind he reigns ; 
 
 My care and sadness he dispels, 
 And soothes away my pains. 
 
 6 He prospers day by day 
 His work within my heart, 
 
 Till I have strength and faith to say, 
 " Thou, God, my Father art ! " 
 
 ML "It is Well." J. KENT. 
 
 What cheering words are these ; 
 
 Their sweetness who can tell ? 
 In time, and to eternal days, 
 
 " 'T is with the righteous well ! " 
 
 2 Well when they see his face, 
 
 Or sink amidst the flood; 
 Well in afflictions thorny maze, 
 
 Or on the mount with God. 
 
-i-iS PRIVILEGES OF BELIEVERS. 
 
 3 "T is well when joys arise, 
 T is well when sorrows flow, 
 
 'T is well when darkness vails the skies, 
 And strong temptations grow. 
 
 4 'Tis well when Jesus calls, — 
 •'• From earth and sin arise, 
 
 To join the hosts of ransomed souls, 
 Made to salvation wise ! " ! 
 
 693 
 
 s. m. Adoption. i. wat 
 
 Behold ! what wondrous grace 
 
 The Father has bestowed 
 On sinners of a mortal race, 
 
 To call ihem sons of God ! 
 
 2 Xor doth it vet appear 
 
 How great we must be made ; 
 But when we see our Saviour here, 
 We shall be like our Head. 
 
 3 A hope so much divine 
 May trials well endure, 
 
 May purge our soul from sense and sin, 
 As Christ the Lord is pure. 
 
 4 If in my Father's love 
 I share a filial part, 
 
 Send down thy Spirit, like a dove, 
 To rest upon my heart. 
 
 5 We would no longer lie 
 
 Like slaves beneath the throne : 
 Our faith shall Abba. Father ! cry, 
 And thou the kindred own. 
 
PRIVILEGES OF BELIEVERS. 449 
 
 s. M. Peace. c. wesley. 
 
 Thou very present Aid 
 
 In suffering and distress, 
 The mind which still on thee is stayed 
 
 Is kept in perfect peace. 
 
 2 The soul by faith reclined 
 On the Redeemer's breast, 
 
 'Mid raging storms, exults to find 
 An everlasting rest. 
 
 3 Sorrow and fear are gone, 
 Whene'er thy face appears ; 
 
 It stills the sighing orphan's moan, 
 And dries the widow's tears. 
 
 4 Jesus, to whom I fly, 
 Doth all my wishes fill; 
 
 What though created streams are dry ? 
 I have the fountain still. 
 
 5 Stripped of each earthly friend, 
 I find them all in One, 
 
 And peace and joy which never end, 
 And heaven, in Christ, alone. 
 
 695, 
 
 Psalm 91. i. wat 
 
 He that hath made his refuge God, 
 Shall find a most secure abode ; 
 Shall walk all day beneath his shade, 
 And there, at night, shall rest his head. 
 
 2 Then will I say, " My God ! thy power 
 Shall be my fortress and my tower ; 
 I, who am formed of feeble dust, 
 Make thine almighty arm my trust. 5 ' 
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450 PRIVILEGES OF BELIEVERS. 
 
 3 Thrice happy man ! thy Maker's care 
 Shall keep thee from the fowler's snare ; - 
 Satan, the fowler, who betrays 
 Unguarded souls a thousand ways. 
 
 4 If burning beams of noon conspire 
 To dart a pestilential fire ; 
 
 God is thy life, — his wings are spread, 
 To shield thee with a healthful shade. 
 
 5 If vapors, with malignant breath, 
 Rise thick and scatter midnight death, 
 Israel is safe, the poisoned air 
 Grows pure, if Israel's God be there. 
 
 696 
 
 Psalm 85. 1. watts. 
 
 Salvation is for ever nigh 
 
 The souls that fear and trust the Lord ; 
 And grace, descending from on high, 
 
 Fresh hopes of glory shall afford. 
 
 2 Mercy and truth on earth are met, 
 
 Since Christ, the Lord, came down frorr 
 By his obedience so complete [heaven ; 
 
 Justice is pleased, and peace is given. 
 
 3 Now truth and honor shall abound, 
 Religion dwell on earth again, 
 
 And heavenly influence bless the ground 
 In our Redeemer's gentle reign. 
 
 4 His righteousness is gone before, 
 To give us free access to God ; 
 
 Our wandering feet shall stray no more, 
 But mark his steps and keep the road. 
 
PRIVILEGES OF BELIEVERS. 451 
 
 Ot/ I c. m. God's Peace. anon. 
 
 We bless thee for thy peace, O God ! 
 
 Deep as the soundless sea, 
 Which falls like sunshine on the road 
 
 Of those who trust in thee. 
 
 2 We ask not, Father, for repose 
 Which comes from outward rest, 
 
 If we may have through all life's woes 
 Thy peace within our breast ; — 
 
 3 That peace which suffers and is strong, 
 Trusts where it cannot see, 
 
 Deems not the trial way too long, 
 But leaves the end with thee ; — 
 
 4 That peace which flows serene and deep — 
 A river in the soul, 
 
 Whose banks a living verdure keep : 
 God's sunshine o'er the whole ! 
 
 5 Such, Father, give our hearts such peace, 
 Whate'er the outward be, 
 
 Till all life's discipline shall cease, 
 And we go home to thee. 
 
 Ot/O 8s, 7s, d. The Pilgrim. t. Hastings. 
 
 Gently, Lord, oh, gently lead us, 
 
 Through this lonely vale of tears ; 
 Through the changes thou 'st decreed us, 
 
 Till our last great change appears. 
 When temptation's darts assail us, 
 
 When in devious paths we stray, 
 Let thy goodness never fail us, 
 
 Lead us in thy perfect way. 
 
452 PRIVILEGES OF BELIEVERS. 
 
 2 In the hour of pain and anguish, 
 
 In the hour when death draws near, 
 Suffer not our hearts to languish, 
 
 Suffer not our souls to fear. 
 And when mortal life is ended, 
 
 Bid us in thine arms to rest, 
 Till, by angel bands attended, 
 
 We awake among the blest. 
 
 Ut/ tJ s. m. Psalm 61. I. watts. 
 
 When, overwhelmed with grief, 
 
 My heart within me dies ; 
 Helpless, and far from all relief, 
 
 To heaven I lift mine eyes. 
 
 2 Oh, lead me to the rock, 
 That 's high above my head ; 
 
 And make the covert of thy wings 
 My shelter and my shade. 
 
 3 Within thy presence, Lord ; 
 For ever I '11 abide ; 
 
 Thou art the tower of my defence, 
 The refuge where I hide. 
 
 4 Thou givest me the lot 
 
 Of those that fear thy name; 
 If endless life be their reward, 
 I shall possess the same. 
 
 I UU l. m. 61. " Thy Boundless Love." j. wesley, Ir. 
 
 Jesus, thy boundless love to me 
 
 No thought can reach, no tongue declare; 
 
 Oh, knit my thankful heart to thee, 
 And reign without a rival there : 
 
 Thine wholly, thine alone, I am ; 
 
 Be thou alone my constant flame. 
 
701 
 
 PRIVILEGES OF BELIEVERS. 453 
 
 2 Oh, grant that nothing in my soul 
 May dwell, but thy pure love alone : 
 
 Oh, may thy love possess me whole, — 
 My joy, my treasure, and my crown : 
 Strange flames far from my heart remove ; 
 My every act, word, thought, be love. 
 
 3 O Love ! how cheering is thy ray ! 
 All pain before thy presence flies ; 
 
 Care, anguish, sorrow, melt away, 
 
 Where'er thy healing beams arise : 
 O Jesus ! nothing may I see, 
 Nothing desire or seek, but thee ! 
 
 Protection. — Psalm 121. I. watts. 
 
 Upward I lift mine eyes, 
 
 From God is all my aid ; 
 The God who built the skies, 
 And earth and nature made : 
 God is the tower I His grace is nigh 
 To which I fly ; | In every hour. 
 
 2 My feet shall never slide, 
 
 Nor fall in fatal snares, 
 Since God, my guard and guide, 
 
 Defends me from my fears : 
 Those wakeful eyes I Shall Israel keep 
 That never sleep, | When dangers rise. 
 
 3 No burning heats by day, 
 
 Nor blasts of evening air, 
 Shall take my health away, 
 
 If God be with me there. 
 Thou art my sun, I To guard my head 
 And thou my shade, | By night or 'noon. 
 
454 PRIVILEGES OF BELIEVERS. 
 
 4 Hast thou not given thy word 
 To save my soul from death ? 
 And I can trust my Lord 
 To keep my mortal breath : 
 I '11 go and come, I Till, from on high 
 Nor fear to die, | Thou call me home. 
 
 (\J£i l. m. At Jesus' Feet. mrs. e. reed. 
 
 Oh, that I could for ever dwell, 
 
 Delighted at the Saviour's feet; 
 Behold 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 my highest thoughts above ; 
 
 4 When all I am I clearly see, 
 
 And freely own, with deepest shame ; 
 When the Redeemer's love to me 
 Kindles within a deathless flame. 
 
 5 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. 
 
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 DISCIPLINE AND SORROW. 455 
 
 Our Father. — Psalm 31. a. Steele. 
 My God, my Father ! — blissful name ! 
 
 Oh, may I call thee mine ? 
 May I, with sweet assurance, claim 
 
 A portion so divine ? 
 
 2 This only can my fears control, 
 And bid my sorrows fly : 
 
 What harm can ever reach my soul, 
 Beneath my Father's eye ? 
 
 3 Whate'er thy providence denies, 
 I calmly would resign, 
 
 For thou art just, and good, and wise ; 
 Oh, bend my will to thine. 
 
 4 Whate'er thy sacred will ordains, 
 Oh, give me strength to bear ; 
 
 And let me know my Father reigns, 
 And trust his tender care. 
 
 5 If pain and sickness rend this frame, 
 And life almost depart, 
 
 Is not thy mercy still the same, 
 To cheer my drooping heart ? 
 
 6 My God, my Father ! be thy name 
 My solace and my stay ; 
 
 Oh, w T ilt thou seal my humble claim, 
 And drive my fears away ? 
 
 704 
 
 l. m. 61. " Balm in Gilead" w. shirley. 
 
 Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan 
 
 Hath taught each scene the notes of woe, 
 Cease thy complaint, suppress thy groan, 
 
 And let thy tears forget to flow ; 
 Behold, the precious balm is found, 
 To lull thy pain, to heal thy wound. 
 
456 DISCIPLINE AND SORROW. 
 
 2 Come, freely come, by sin oppressed ; 
 
 On Jesus, cast thy weighty load ; 
 In him thy refuge find, thy rest, 
 
 Safe in the mercy of thy God ; 
 Thy God's thy Saviour — glorious word! 
 For ever love and praise the Lord. 
 
 ( \JD l. m. 6L " Eben-ezer." j. newton. 
 
 Be still, my heart ! these anxious cares 
 To thee are burdens, thorns, and snares ; 
 They cast dishonor on thy Lord, 
 And contradict his gracious word ; 
 Brought safely by his hand thus far, 
 Why wilt thou now give place to fear ? 
 
 2 When first before his mercy-seat 
 Thou didst to him thy all commit, 
 He gave thee warrant from that hour 
 To trust his wisdom, love, and power : 
 Did ever trouble yet befall 
 
 And he refuse to hear thy call? 
 
 3 He who has helped thee hitherto, 
 Will help thee all thy journey through; 
 Though rough and thorny be the road, 
 It leads thee home, apace, to God ; 
 Then count thy present trials small, 
 For heaven will make amends for all. 
 
 lUu l if. 6 1. "As Tky Days" l. h. sigourney. 
 
 When adverse winds and waves arise, 
 And in my heart despondence sighs ; 
 When life her throng of cares reveals, 
 And weakness o'er my spirit steals, 
 Grateful I hear the kind decree, 
 That " as my day, my strength shall be."' 
 
DISCIPLINE AND SORROW. 457 
 
 2 One trial more must yet be past, 
 One pang — the keenest and the last ; 
 And when, with brow convulsed and pale, 
 My feeble, quivering heart-strings fail, 
 Redeemer ! grant my soul to see 
 That " as my day, my strength shall be." 
 
 • Ul L. m. 61. il At Evening Time" anon. 
 
 At evening time let there be light ; 
 
 Life's little day draws near its close; 
 Around me fall the shades of night, 
 
 The night of death, the grave's repose ; 
 
 To crown my joys, to end my woes, 
 At evening time let there be light. 
 
 2 At evening time let there be light ; 
 Stormy and dark hath been my day — 
 
 Yet rose the morn divinely bright; 
 
 Dews, birds, and blossoms cheered the way;— 
 Oh, for one sweet, one parting ray ! 
 
 At evening time let there be light. 
 
 3 At evening time there shall be light ! 
 For God hath spoken ; it must be ; 
 
 Fear, doubt, and anguish take their flight ; 
 
 His glory now is risen on me ; 
 
 Mine eyes shall his salvation see ; 
 'T is evening time, and there is light ! 
 
 708 
 
 l. m. 6 1. "Jesus Wept" r. grant. 
 
 When* gathering clouds around I view, 
 And days are dark, and friends are few, 
 On him I lean, who, not in vain, 
 Experienced every human pain ; 
 He sees my wants, allays my fears, 
 And counts and treasures up my tears. 
 
4:58 DISCIPLINE AND SORROW. 
 
 2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray 
 From heavenly virtue's narrow way — 
 To fly the good I would pursue, 
 
 Or do the sin I would not do, — 
 Still he, who felt temptation's power, 
 Shall guard me in that dangerous hour. 
 
 3 When sorrowing o'er some stone, I bend, 
 Which covers all that was a friend, 
 
 And from his voice, his hand, his smile, 
 Divides me, for a little while, 
 My Saviour sees the tears I shed, 
 For Jesus wept o'er Lazarus dead. 
 
 4 And, oh, when I have safely passed 
 Through every conflict, but the last,— 
 Still, still unchanging, watch beside 
 My painful bed, — for thou hast died ; 
 Then point to realms of cloudless day, 
 And wipe my latest tear away. 
 
 • yJt) cm. TJianksfor All. j. crewdson. 
 
 THOU, whose bounty fills my cup 
 With every blessing meet ! 
 
 1 give thee thanks for every drop — 
 The bitter and the sweet. 
 
 2 I praise thee for the desert road, 
 And for the river-side ; 
 
 For all thy goodness hath bestowed, 
 And all thy grace denied. 
 
 3 I thank thee for both smile and frown, 
 And for the gain and loss ; 
 
 I praise thee for the future crown, 
 And for the present cross. 
 
DISCIPLINE AND SORROW. 459 
 
 4 I thank thee for the wing of love, 
 Which stirred my worldly nest ; 
 
 And for the stormy clouds which drove 
 The flutterer to thy breast. 
 
 5 I bless thee for the glad increase, 
 And for the waning joy ; 
 
 And for this strange, this settled peace, 
 Which nothing can destroy. 
 
 I JLU cm. " I Firmly Trust." j. Montgomery. 
 
 One prayer I have — all prayers in one — 
 
 When I am wholly thine ; 
 Thy will, my God, thy will be done, 
 
 And let that will be mine. 
 
 2 All-wise, almighty, and all-good, 
 In thee I firmly trust ; 
 
 Thy ways, unknown or understood 
 Are merciful and just. 
 
 3 May I remember that to thee 
 Whate'er I have I owe ; 
 
 And back, in gratitude, from me 
 May all thy bounties flow. 
 
 4 And though thy wisdom takes away, 
 Shall I arraign thy will ? 
 
 No ; let me bless thy name, and say, 
 " The Lord is gracious still." 
 
 5 A pilgrim through the earth I roam. 
 Of nothing long possessed ; 
 
 And all must fail when I go home, 
 For this is not my rest. 
 
460 DISCIPLINE AND SORROW, 
 
 I 1 1 c. m, " Sweet to Lie Passive," a. m. toplady. 
 When languor and disease invade 
 
 This trembling house of clay, 
 'Tis sweet to look beyond my pain, 
 And long to fly away ; — 
 
 2 Sweet to look inward, and attend 
 The whispers of his love ; 
 
 Sweet to look upward to the place 
 Where Jesus pleads above ; — 
 
 3 Sweet on his faithfulness to rest, 
 Whose love can never end ; — 
 
 Sweet on his covenant of grace 
 For all things to depend ; — 
 
 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. 
 
 ( 1.Z cm. "My Times." B. beddome. 
 
 My times of sorrow and of joy, 
 
 Great God ! are in thy hand ; 
 My choicest comforts come from thee, 
 
 And go at thy command. 
 
 2 If thou shouldst take them all away, 
 Yet would I not repine ; 
 
 Before they were possessed by me, 
 They were entirely thine. 
 
 3 Nor would I drop a murmuring word, 
 Though the whole world were gone, 
 
 But seek enduring happiness, 
 In thee, and thee alone. 
 
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 DISCIPLINE AND SORROW. 461 
 
 A Pierced Hand. j. edmeston. 
 
 O thou, whose mercy guides my way, 
 
 Though now it seems severe, 
 Forbid my unbelief to say 
 
 There is no mercy here ! 
 
 2 Oh, may I, Lord, desire the pain 
 That comes in kindness down, 
 
 Far more than sweetest earthly gain, 
 Succeeded by a frown. 
 
 3 Then though thou bend my spirit low, 
 Love only shall I see ; 
 
 The gracious hand that strikes the blow, 
 Was wounded once for me. 
 
 714 
 
 " To Die is Gain." g. t. noel. 
 
 When musing sorrow weeps the past, 
 
 And mourns the present pain ; 
 How sweet to think of peace at last, 
 
 And feel that death is gain ! 
 
 2 'T is not that murmuring thoughts arise, 
 And dread a Father's will ; 
 
 'T is not that meek submission flies, 
 And would not suffer still. 
 
 3 It is that heaven-born faith surveys 
 The path that leads to light, 
 
 And longs her eagle plumes to raise, 
 And lose herself in sight. 
 
 4 Oh, let me wing my hallowed flight 
 From earth-born woe and care, 
 
 And soar above these clouds of night, 
 My Saviour's bliss to share ! 
 
462 DISCIPLINE AND SORROW. 
 
 715 
 
 " It IS I." G. ELLIOTT. 
 
 When waves of trouble round me swell, 
 My soul is not dismayed ; 
 
 1 hear a voice I know full well, — 
 " 'T is I ; be not afraid." 
 
 2 When black the threatening skies appear, 
 And storms my path invade, 
 
 Those accents tranquilize each fear, — 
 " 'T is I ; be not afraid. " 
 
 3 There is a gulf that must be crossed : 
 Saviour, be near to aid ! 
 
 Whisper, when my frail bark is tossed,— 
 " 'T is I ; be not afraid." 
 
 4 There is a dark and fearful vale, 
 Death hides within its shade ; 
 
 Oh, say, when flesh and heart shall fail, — 
 "'Tis I; be not afraid." 
 
 ( 1 fc) 7s, d. "Son of Mary." h. h. milman. 
 
 When our heads are bowed with woe; — 
 When our bitter tears o'erflow ; — 
 When we mourn the lost, the dear, 
 Jesus, Son of Mary, hear ! 
 Thou our feeble flesh hast worn ; 
 Thou our mortal griefs hast borne ; 
 Thou hast shed the human tear : 
 Jesus, Son of Mary, hear ! 
 
 2 When the heart is sad within, 
 With the thought of all its sin ; 
 When the spirit shrinks with fear, 
 Jesus, son of Mary, hear ! 
 
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 DISCIPLINE AND SORROW. 463 
 
 Thou the shame, the grief hast known ; 
 Though the sins were not thine own, 
 Thou hast deigned their load to bear : 
 Jesus, Son of Mary, hear! 
 
 3 When our eyes grow dim in death ; 
 When we heave the parting breath ; 
 When our solemn doom is near, 
 Jesus, Son of Mary, hear ! 
 Thou hast bowed the dying head ; 
 Thou the blood of life hast shed ; 
 Thou hast filled a mortal bier : 
 Jesus, Son of Mary, hear ! 
 
 7s, d. Looking to Jesus. j. g. deck. 
 
 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 ; 
 W 7 hen the wily tempter 's near, 
 Filling us with doubt and fear : 
 Jesus, to thy feet we flee, 
 Jesus, we will look to thee. 
 
 2 Thou, our Saviour, from the throne 
 List'nest 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 arm 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 gates of heaven ; 
 
464 DISCIPLINE AND SORROW. 
 
 Soon in glory thou shalt come, 
 Taking thy poor pilgrims home ; 
 Jesus, then we all shall be, 
 Ever — ever — Lord, with thee. 
 
 I J.O 7s. Comfort. g. rawson. 
 
 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 ! 
 
 I It/ 7s. " For He Careth." w. hammond. 
 
 Cast thy burden on the Lord, 
 Only lean upon his word ; 
 Thou wilt soon have cause to bless 
 His unchanging faithfulness. 
 
DISCIPLINE AND SORROW. 465 
 
 2 He sustains thee by his hand, 
 He enables thee to stand ; 
 
 Those, whom Jesus once hath loved, 
 From his grace are never moved. 
 
 3 Heaven and earth may pass away, 
 God's free grace shall not decay ; 
 He hath promised to fulfill 
 
 All the pleasure of his will. 
 
 4 Jesus ! guardian of thy flock, 
 Be thyself our constant rock ; 
 Make us by thy powerful hand, 
 Firm as Zion's mountain stand. 
 
 • ZAj 7s. Love Seen in Trials. w. cowper. 
 
 'T IS my happiness below 
 
 Not to live without the cross, 
 But the Saviour's power to know, 
 
 Sanctifying every loss. 
 
 2 Trials must and will befall ; 
 But with humble faith to see 
 
 Love inscribed upon them all, — 
 This is happiness to me. 
 
 3 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. 
 
 4 Did I meet no trials here, 
 No chastisement by the way, 
 
 Might I not with reason fear 
 I should prove a castaway ? 
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466 DISCIPLINE AND SORROW. 
 
 5 Trials make the promise sweet ; 
 
 Trials give new life to prayer ; 
 Trials bring me to his feet, 
 
 Lay me low, and keep me there. 
 
 721 
 
 722 
 
 s. M. " Spare Me." J. G. deck. 
 
 It is thy hand, my God ; 
 
 My sorrow comes from thee : 
 
 1 bow beneath thy chastening rod, 
 
 'T is love that bruises me. 
 
 2 I would not murmur, Lord ; 
 Before thee I am dumb : 
 
 Lest I should breathe one murmuring word, 
 To thee for help I come. 
 
 3 My God, thy name is Love ; 
 A father's hand is thine; 
 
 With tearful eyes I look above, 
 And cry, " Thy will be mine ! w 
 
 4 Jesus for me hath died ; 
 
 Thy Son thou didst not spare : 
 His pierced hands, his bleeding side, 
 Thy love for me declare. 
 
 5 Here my poor heart can rest; 
 My God, it cleaves to thee : 
 
 Thy will is love, thine end is blest, 
 All work for good to me. 
 
 ;. m. Hereafter. j. edmeston. 
 
 Along my earthly way, 
 
 How many clouds are spread ! 
 Darkness, with scarce one cheerful ray, 
 
 Seems gathering o'er my head. 
 
723 
 
 DISCIPLINE AND SORROW. 467 
 
 2 Yet, Father, thou art Love ; 
 Oh, hide not from my view ! 
 
 But when I look, in prayer, above, 
 Appear in mercy through ! 
 
 3 My pathway is not hid ; 
 Thou knowest all my need ; 
 
 And I would do as Israel did, 
 
 Follow where thou wilt lead. 
 
 4 Lead me, and then my feet 
 Shall never, never stray ; 
 
 But safely I shall reach the seat 
 Of happiness and day. 
 
 5 And, oh, from that bright throne 
 I shall look back, and see, — 
 
 The path I went, and that alone 
 Was the right path for me. 
 
 s. m. "We Walk by Faith." a. m. toplady. 
 If, through unruffled seas, 
 
 Toward heaven we calmly sail, 
 With grateful hearts, O God, to thee, 
 
 We '11 own the favoring gale. 
 
 2 But should the surges rise, 
 And rest delay to come, 
 
 Blest be the sorrow — kind the storm, 
 Which drives us nearer home. 
 
 3 Soon shall our doubts and fears 
 All yield to thy control : 
 
 Thy tender mercies shall illume 
 The midnight of the soul. 
 
468 DISCIPLINE AND SORROW. 
 
 4 Teach us, in every state, 
 To make thy will our own ; 
 
 And when the joys of sense depart, 
 To live by faith alone. 
 
 724 
 
 Kindness Even in Affliction, t. Hastings. 
 How tender is thy hand, 
 
 O thou beloved Lord ! 
 Afflictions come at thy command, 
 
 And leave us at thy word. 
 
 2 How gentle was the rod 
 That chastened us for sin ! 
 
 How soon we found a smiling God, 
 Where deep distress had been ! 
 
 3 A Father's hand we felt, 
 
 A Father's heart we knew; 
 With tears of penitence we knelt, 
 And found his word was true. 
 
 4 We told him all our grief, 
 We thought of Jesus' love; 
 
 A sense of pardon brought relief, 
 And bade our pains remove. 
 
 5 Now we will bless the Lord, 
 And in his strength confide; 
 
 For ever be his name adored ; 
 For there is none beside. 
 
 725 
 
 s. M. Psalm 103. 
 
 My soul, repeat his praise, 
 Whose mercies are so great ; 
 
 Whose anger is so slow to rise, 
 So ready to abate. 
 
DISCIPLINE AND SORROW. 469 
 
 2 God will not always chide ; 
 And when his strokes are felt, 
 
 His strokes are fewer than our crimes, 
 And lighter than our guilt. 
 
 3 The pity of the Lord, 
 
 To those that fear his name, 
 
 Is such as tender parents feel : 
 
 He knows our feeble frame. 
 
 4 Oisr days are as the grass, 
 Or like the morning flower ; 
 
 If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field, 
 It withers in an hour. 
 
 5 But thy compassions, Lord, 
 To endless years endure ; 
 
 And children's children ever find 
 Thy words of promise sure. 
 
 726 
 
 i, d. Not My Will, but Thine, j. borthwick, tr. 
 
 My Jesus, 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 Jesus, as thou wilt ! 
 
 Though seen through many a tear, 
 Let not my star of hope 
 
 Grow dim or disappear ; 
 
470 DISCIPLINE AND SORROW. 
 
 Since thou on earth hast wept, 
 And sorrowed oft alone, 
 
 If I must weep with thee, 
 My Lord, thy will be done ! 
 
 3 My Jesus, as thou wilt ! 
 
 All shall be well for me ; 
 Each changing future scene 
 
 I gladly trust with thee : 
 Straight to my home above 
 
 I travel calmly on, 
 And sing, in life or death, 
 
 My Lord, thy will be done ! 
 
 • Ji I 6s, d. "He Knoweth the Way." h. bonar. 
 
 Thy way, not mine, O Lord, 
 
 However dark it be ! 
 Lead me by thine own hand ; 
 
 Choose out my path for me. 
 I dare not choose my lot : 
 
 I would not, if I might ; 
 Choose thou for me, my God, 
 
 So shall I walk aright. 
 
 2 The kingdom that I seek 
 
 Is thine : so let the way 
 That leads to it be thine, 
 
 Else I must surely stray. 
 Take thou my cup, and it 
 
 With joy or sorrow fill, 
 As best to thee may seem ; 
 
 Choose thou my good and ill. 
 
728 
 
 DISCIPLINE AND SORROW. 471 
 
 3 Choose thou for me my friends, 
 
 My sickness or my health ; 
 Choose thou my cares for me, 
 
 My poverty or wealth. 
 Not mine, not mine the choice, 
 
 In things or great or small ; 
 Be thou my Guide, my Strength, 
 
 My Wisdom and my All. 
 
 8s, 6s. Clinging to Christ. c. Elliott. 
 
 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 What though the world deceitful prove, 
 And earthly friends and hopes remove ; 
 With patient, uncomplaining love, 
 
 Still would I cling to thee. 
 
 3 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 ! " 
 
 4 Though faith and hope are often tried, 
 
 1 ask not, need not, aught beside ; 
 So safe, so calm, so satisfied, 
 
 The soul that clings to thee ! 
 
 i Ji\j 8s, 6s. A Will Resigned. j. g. whittier. 
 
 I ASK not now for gold to gild, 
 
 With mocking shine, an aching frame ; 
 The yearning of the mind is stilled — 
 
 I ask not now for fame. 
 
472 DISCIPLINE AND SORROW. 
 
 2 But, bowed in lowliness of mind, 
 
 I make my humble wishes known ; 
 I only ask a will resigned, 
 O Father, to thine own. 
 
 3 In vain I task my aching brain, 
 
 In vain the sage's thoughts I scan ; 
 I only feel how weak I am, 
 How poor and blind is man. 
 
 4 And now my spirit sighs for home, 
 And longs for light whereby to see ; 
 
 And, like a weary child, would come, 
 O Father, unto thee. 
 
 I 0\J chant. Mark 14 : 36. J. bowring. 
 
 " Thy will be | done ! " || In devious way 
 The hurrying stream of | life may | run ; || 
 Yet still our grateful hearts shall say, | 
 "Thy will be | done." 
 
 2 " Thy will be | done ! " || If o'er us shine 
 A gladdening and a | prosperous | sun, || 
 This prayer will make it more divine — | 
 
 " Thy will be | done ! " 
 
 3 "Thy will be | done! " || Tho' shrouded o'er 
 Our I path with | gloom, | one comfort — one 
 Is ours :— to breathe, while we adore, | 
 
 "Thy will be | done." 
 
 i O 1 8s, 7s. Comfort. vv. b. collyer. 
 
 Cease, ye mourners, cease to languish 
 
 O'er the grave of those you love; 
 Pain and death, and night and anguish 
 
 Enter not the world above. 
 
DISCIPLINE AND SORROW. 473 
 
 2 While our silent steps are straying 
 Lonely through night's deepening shade, 
 
 Glory's brightest beams are playing 
 Round the happy Christian's head. 
 
 3 Light and peace at once deriving 
 From the hand of God most high, 
 
 In his glorious presence living, 
 They shall never, never die. 
 
 4 Now, ye mourners, cease to languish 
 O'er the grave of those you love ; 
 
 Far removed from pain and anguish, 
 They are chanting hymns above. 
 
 I O £ 8s, 7s, d. " Keep Me Ever" j. m. neale. 
 
 Holy Father, thou hast taught me 
 
 I should live to thee alone ; 
 Year by year thy hand hath brought me 
 
 On through dangers oft unknown. 
 When I wandered, thou hast found me ; 
 
 When I doubted, sent me light; 
 Still thine arm has been around me, 
 
 All my paths were in thy sight. 
 
 2 In the world will foes assail me, 
 
 Craftier, stronger far than I ; 
 And the strife may never fail me, 
 
 Well I know, before I die. 
 Therefore, Lord, I come believing 
 
 Thou canst give the power I need; 
 Through the prayer of faith receiving 
 
 Strength — the Spirit's strength, indeed. 
 
474 DISCIPLINE AND SORROW. 
 
 3 I would trust in thy protection, 
 
 Wholly rest upon thine arm ; 
 Follow wholly thy direction, 
 
 Thou, mine only guard from harm ! 
 Keep me from my own undoing, 
 
 Help me turn to thee when tried, 
 Still my footsteps, Father, viewing, 
 
 Keep me ever at thy side. 
 
 I OO 8s, 7s. " Thy Will be Done." t. Hastings. 
 
 Jesus, while our hearts are bleeding 
 O'er the spoils that death has won, 
 We would at this solemn meeting, 
 Calmly say, — thy will be done. 
 
 2 Though cast down, we 're not forsaken ; 
 Though afflicted, not alone ; 
 
 Thou didst give, and thou hast taken; 
 Blessed Lord, — thy will be done. 
 
 3 Though to-day we 're filled with mourning, 
 Mercy still is on the throne ; 
 
 With thy smiles of love returning, 
 We can sing — thy will be done. 
 
 4 By thy hands the boon was given, 
 Thou hast taken but thine own : 
 
 Lord of earth, and God of heaven. 
 Evermore, — thy will be done ! 
 
 i Ot ios, 4s. "Lead Thou Me On!" j. h. newman. 
 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 : 
 
DISCIPLINE AND SORROW. 475 
 
 Keep thou my feet ; I do not ask to see 
 The distant scene ; one step enough for me. 
 
 2 I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou 
 
 Shouldst lead me on ; 
 I 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 ! 
 
 I OQ l. m. Blessing J r or Mourners. \v. c. bryant. 
 
 Deem not that they are blest alone 
 Whose days a peaceful tenor keep ; 
 
 The anointed Son of God makes known 
 A blessing for the eyes that weep. 
 
 2 The light of smiles shall fill again 
 The lids that overflow with tears ; 
 
 And weary hours of woe and pain 
 Are promises of happier years. 
 
 3 There is a day of sunny rest 
 
 For every dark and troubled night ; 
 
 And grief may bide an evening guest, 
 
 But joy shall come with early light. 
 
 4 Nor let the good man's trust depart, 
 Though life its common gifts deny, 
 
 Though with a pierced and broken heart 
 And spurned of men, he goes to die. 
 
•i76 DISCIPLINE AND SORROW. 
 
 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. 
 
 • OK) l. m. Resignation. j. roscoe. 
 
 Thy will be done ! I will not fear 
 
 The fate provided by thy love ; 
 Though clouds and darkness shroud me here, 
 
 I know that all is bright above. 
 
 2 Father, forgive the heart that clings, 
 Thus trembling, to the things of time ; 
 
 And bid my soul, on angel wings, 
 Ascend into a purer clime. 
 
 3 There shall no doubts disturb its trust, 
 No sorrows dim celestial love ; 
 
 But these afflictions of the dust, 
 
 Like shadows of the night, remove. 
 
 4 Ev'n now, above, there 's radiant day, 
 While clouds and darkness brood below ; 
 
 Then, Father, joyful on my way 
 To drink the bitter cup, I go. 
 
 I O I l. m. d. " He Leadeth Me." j. h. gilmore. 
 
 He leadeth me ! oh, blessed thought, 
 Oh, words with heavenly comfort fraught ! 
 Whate'er I do, where'er I be, 
 Still 't is God's hand that leadeth me. 
 
 Ref. — He leadeth me ! he leadeth me ! 
 By his own hand he leadeth me ; 
 His faithful follower I would be, 
 For by his hand he leadeth me. 
 
DISCIPLINE AND SORROW. 477 
 
 2 Sometimes 'mid scenes of deepest gloom, 
 Sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom, 
 By waters still, o'er troubled sea, — 
 
 Still 't is his hand that leadeth me ! — Ref. 
 
 3 Lord ! I would clasp thy hand in mine, 
 Nor ever murmur nor repine ; 
 
 Content whatever lot I see, 
 
 Since 't is my God that leadeth me. — Ref. 
 
 4 And when my task on earth is done, 
 When by thy grace the victory 's won, 
 Ev'n death's cold wave I will not flee, 
 
 Since God through Jordan leadeth me. — Ref. 
 
 IOO L m. " Thy Will be Done" c. elliott. 
 
 My God, my 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, thy will be done ! " 
 
 2 What though in lonely grief I sigh 
 For friends beloved no longer nigh ; 
 Submissive still would I reply, 
 
 " Thy will be done, thy will be done ! " 
 
 3 If thou shouldst call me to resign 
 
 . What most I prize, — it ne'er was mine ; 
 I only yield thee what was thine : 
 " Thy will be done, thy will be done ! " 
 
 4 If 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, thy will be done ! " 
 
-±78 DISCIPLINE AND SORROW. 
 
 5 Renew my will from day to day ; 
 Blend it with thine, and take away 
 Whate'er now makes it hard to say, 
 
 " Thy will be done, thy will be done ! "' 
 
 6 Then when on earth I breathe no more 
 The prayer oft mixed with tears before, 
 I '11 sing, upon a happier shore, 
 
 " Thy will be done, thy will be done ! " 
 
 739 
 
 6s, d. " Thy Fattier." t. Hastings. 
 
 Be tranquil, O my soul, 
 
 Be quiet, every fear ! 
 Thy Father hath control, 
 
 And he is ever near. 
 Ne'er of thy lot romplain, 
 
 Whatever may befall ; 
 Sickness, or care, or pain, 
 
 'T is well-appointed all. 
 
 2 A Father's chastening hand 
 
 Is leading thee along; 
 Nor distant is the land, 
 
 Where swells the immortal song. 
 Oh, then, my soul, be still ! 
 
 Await heaven's high decree; 
 Seek but thy Father's will, 
 
 It shall be well with thee. 
 
 740 
 
 If. Trusting. \v. f. lloyd. 
 
 " My times are in thy hand:" 
 My God! I wish them there; 
 
 My life, my soul, my all, I leave 
 Entirely to thy care. 
 
DISCIPLINE AND SORROW. 479 
 
 2 " My times are in thy hand; " 
 Whatever they may be ; 
 
 Pleasing or painful, dark or bright, 
 As best may seem to thee. 
 
 3 " My times are in thy hand ; " 
 Why should I doubt or fear ? 
 
 My Father's hand will never cause 
 His child a needless tear. 
 
 4 " My times are in thy hand; " 
 I '11 always trust in thee ; 
 
 Till I possess the promised land, 
 And all thy glory see. 
 
 741 
 
 c. M. Psalm 73. I. WATTS 
 
 God, my supporter and my hope, 
 
 My help for ever near, 
 Thine arm of mercy held me up, 
 
 When sinking in despair. 
 
 2 Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet 
 Through this dark wilderness ; 
 
 Thine 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 the earth is my abode, 
 I long for none but thee. 
 
 4 What if the springs of life were broke, 
 And flesh and heart should faint, 
 
 Thou art my soul's eternal rock, 
 The strength of every saint. 
 
480 DISCIPLINE AND SORROW. 
 
 5 Then 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. 
 
 It^ l, m. Psalm 90 : 12. guyoi 
 
 If life in sorrow must be spent, 
 So be it ; I am well content ; 
 And meekly wait my last remove, 
 Desiring only trustful love. 
 
 2 No bliss I '11 seek, but to fulfill 
 In life, in death, thy perfect will • 
 No succor in my woes I want, 
 
 But what my Lord is pleased to grant. 
 
 3 Our days are numbered : let us spare 
 Our anxious hearts a needless care ; 
 
 'T is thine to number out our days ; 
 'T is ours to give them to thy praise. 
 
 4 Faith is our only business here — 
 Faith, simple, constant, and sincere ; 
 Oh, blessed days thy servants see ! 
 Thus spent, O Lord ! in pleasing thee. 
 
 I rirO c. m. "Be Ye Also Ready." a. reei 
 
 There is an hour when I must part 
 
 With all I hold most dear ; 
 And life, with its best hopes, will then 
 
 As nothingness appear. 
 
 2 There is an hour when I must sink 
 Beneath the stroke of death ; 
 
 And yield to him, who gave it first, 
 My struggling vital breath. 
 
DISCIPLINE AND SORROW. 481 
 
 3 There is an hour when I must stand 
 Before the judgment-seat; 
 
 And all my sins, and all my foes, 
 In awful vision meet. 
 
 4 There is an hour when I must look 
 On one eternity ; 
 
 And nameless woe, or blissful life, 
 My endless portion be. 
 
 5 O Saviour, then, in all my need 
 Be near, be near to me : 
 
 And let my soul, by steadfast faith, 
 Find life and heaven in thee. 
 
 744 
 
 745 
 
 3i 
 
 s. m. Tell Jesus. anon. 
 
 In every trying hour 
 My soul to Jesus flies ; 
 
 1 trust in his almighty power, 
 
 When swelling billows rise. 
 
 2 His comforts bear me up ; 
 I trust a faithful God ; 
 
 The sure foundation of my hope 
 Is in my Saviour's blood. 
 
 3 Loud hallelujah's sing 
 
 To our Redeemer's name; 
 In joy or sorrow — life or death — 
 His love is still the same. 
 
 L. M. "Afterward" a. r. vvolfe. 
 
 I bless thee, Lord, for sorrows sent 
 
 To break the dream of human power, 
 For now my shallow cistern 's spent, 
 
 I find thy fount and thirst no more. 
 
482 DISCIPLINE AND SORROW. 
 
 2 I take thy hand, and fears grow still ; 
 Behold thy face, and doubts remove ; 
 
 Who would not yield his wavering will 
 To perfect truth and boundless love ! 
 
 3 That truth gives promise of a dawn, 
 Beneath whose light I am to see, 
 
 When all these blinding vails are drawn, 
 This was the wisest path for me. 
 
 4 That love this restless soul doth teach 
 The strength of thy eternal calm ; 
 
 And tunes its sad and broken speech, 
 To sing ev'n now the angels' psalm. 
 
 746 
 
 God is Love. J. bowring. 
 
 1 cannot always trace the way 
 
 Where thou, Almighty One, dost move ; 
 But I can always, always say, 
 
 That God is love, that God is love. 
 
 2 When fear her chilling mantle flings 
 O'er earth, my soul to heaven above, 
 
 As to her native home, upsprings, 
 For God is love, for God is love. 
 
 3 When mystery clouds my darkened path, 
 I'll check my dread, my doubts reprove; 
 
 In this my soul sweet comfort hath, 
 That God is love, that God is love. 
 
 4 Yes, God is love ; — a thought like this 
 Can every gloomy thought remove, 
 
 And turn all tears, all woes, to bliss, 
 For God is love, for God is love. 
 
747 
 
 DISCIPLINE AND SORROW. 483 
 
 7s. Life's Evening. c. p. smith, alt. 
 
 Tarry with me, O my Saviour ! 
 
 For the day is passing by ; 
 See ! the shades of evening gather, 
 
 And the night is drawing nigh. 
 
 2 Deeper, deeper grow the shadows, 
 Paler now the glowing west, 
 
 Swift the night of death advances; 
 Shall it be the night of rest ? 
 
 3 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. 
 
 4 Let me hear thy voice behind me, 
 Calming all these wild alarms ; 
 
 Let me, underneath my weakness, 
 Feel the everlasting arms. 
 
 5 Feeble, trembling, fainting, dying, 
 Lord, I cast myself on thee ; 
 
 Tarry with me through the darkness ; 
 While I sleep, still watch by me. 
 
 6 Tarry with me, O my Saviour ! 
 Lay my head upon thy breast 
 
 Till the morning ; then awake me — 
 Morning of eternal rest ! 
 
 748 
 
 6s, d. More Like God. h 
 
 I did thee wrong, my God, 
 
 I wronged thy truth and love ; 
 I fretted at the rod, — 
 
 Against thy power I strove. 
 
484 THE CHURCH: — INSTITUTIONS. 
 
 Come nearer, nearer still ; 
 
 Let not thy light depart ; 
 Bend, break this stubborn will ; 
 
 Dissolve this iron heart. 
 
 2 Less wayward let me be, 
 More pliable and mild ; 
 
 In glad simplicity 
 
 More like a trustful child. 
 
 Less, less of self each day, 
 And more, my God, of thee ; 
 
 Oh, keep me in the way, 
 However rough it be. 
 
 3 Less of the flesh each day, 
 Less of the world and sin : 
 
 More of thy Son, I pray, 
 
 More of thyself within. 
 More moulded to thy will, 
 
 Lord, let thy servant be ; 
 Higher and higher still, 
 
 More, and still more, like thee ! 
 
 I 4y s. If. d. The Ministry. I. wati 
 
 How beauteous are their feet 
 
 Who stand on Zion's hill ! 
 Who bring salvation on their tongues, 
 
 And words of peace reveal. 
 How charming is their voice ! 
 
 How sweet their tidings are ! 
 " Zion, behold thy Saviour King ; 
 
 He reigns and triumphs here." 
 
 2 How happy are our ears, 
 That hear this joyful sound ! 
 
 Which kings and prophets waited for, 
 And sought, but never found. 
 
THE CHURCH: — INSTITUTIONS. 485 
 
 How blessed are our eyes, 
 That see this heavenly light ! 
 
 Prophets and kings desired it long, 
 But died without the sight. 
 
 3 The watchmen join their voice, 
 
 And tuneful notes employ ; 
 Jerusalem breaks forth in songs, 
 
 And deserts learn the joy. 
 The Lord makes bare his arm 
 
 Through all the earth abroad ; 
 Let every nation now behold 
 
 Their Saviour and their God ! 
 
 lOU s. m. d. More Laborers. c. wesley. 
 
 Lord of the harvest ! hear 
 
 Thy needy servants cry ; 
 Answer our faith's effectual prayer, 
 
 And all our wants supply. 
 On thee we humbly wait ; 
 
 Our wants are in thy view ; 
 The harvest truly, Lord ! is great, 
 
 The laborers are few. 
 
 2 Convert and send forth more 
 Into thy Church abroad ; 
 
 And let them speak thy word of power, 
 As workers with their God. 
 
 Give the pure Gospel-word, 
 The word of general grace ; 
 
 Thee let them preach, the common Lord, 
 The Saviour of our race. 
 
 3 Oh, let them spread thy name ; 
 Their mission fully prove ; 
 
 Thy universal grace proclaim 
 Thy all-redeeming love. 
 
486 THE CHURCH: — INSTITUTIONS. 
 
 On all mankind forgiven, 
 Empower them still to call, 
 
 And tell each creature under heaven, 
 That thou hast died for all. 
 
 751 
 
 Corner-stone. J. chandler, tr. 
 
 Christ is our Corner-stone; 
 
 On him alone we build ; 
 With his true saints alone 
 
 The courts of heaven are filled : 
 On his great love I Of present grace 
 Our hopes we place, | And joys above. 
 
 2 Oh, then with hymns of praise 
 These hallowed courts shall ring ! 
 
 Our voices we will raise, 
 The Three in One to sing ; 
 And thus proclaim I Both loud and long, 
 In joyful song, | That glorious Name. 
 
 3 Here may we gain from heaven 
 The grace which we implore, 
 
 And may that grace, once given, 
 Be with us evermore, — 
 Until that day I To endless rest 
 
 When all the blest | Are called away. 
 
 752 
 
 h. m. The Church One. G. RO 
 
 One sole baptismal sign, 
 One Lord below, above, 
 One faith, one hope divine, 
 One only watchword, love ; 
 From different temples though it rise, 
 One song ascendeth to the skies. 
 
THE CHURCH: — INSTITUTIONS. 487 
 
 2 Our sacrifice is one ; 
 
 One Priest before the throne, 
 The slain, the risen Son, 
 Redeemer, Lord alone ; 
 And sighs from contrite hearts that spring 
 Our chief, our choicest offering. 
 
 3 Head of thy church beneath, 
 
 The catholic, the true, 
 On all her members breathe, 
 Her broken frame renew ; 
 Then shall thy perfect will be done 
 When Christians love and live as one. 
 
 753 
 
 8s, 7s, d. " Glorious Things." j. newton. 
 
 Glorious things of thee are spoken, 
 
 Zion, city of our God ! 
 He, whose word cannot be broken, 
 
 Formed thee for his own abode : 
 On the Rock of Ages founded, 
 
 What can shake thy sure repose ? 
 With salvation's walls surrounded, 
 
 Thou may'st smile at all thy foes. 
 
 2 See ! the streams of living waters, 
 
 Springing from eternal love, 
 Well supply thy sons and daughters, 
 
 And all fear of want remove : 
 Who can faint while such a river 
 
 Ever flows their thirst to assuage ? — 
 Grace, which, like the Lord, the Giver, 
 
 Never fails from age to age. 
 
488 THE CHURCH: — INSTITUTIONS. 
 
 3 Round each habitation hovering, 
 
 See the cloud and fire appear 
 For a glory and a covering, 
 
 Showing that the Lord is near ! 
 Thus deriving from their banner, 
 
 Light by night and shade by day, 
 Safe they feed upon the manna 
 
 Which he gives them when they pray. 
 
 i 0~fc 8s, 7s, d. TJie Covenant. \v. cowper. 
 
 Hear what God, the Lord, hath spoken ; 
 
 O my people, faint and few, 
 Comfortless, afflicted, broken, 
 
 Fair abodes I build for you ; 
 Scenes of heartfelt tribulation 
 
 Shall no more perplex your ways ; 
 You shall name your walls " Salvation," 
 
 And your gates shall all be " Praise." 
 
 2 There, like streams that feed the garden, 
 Pleasures without end shall flow ; 
 
 For the Lord, your faith rewarding, 
 
 All his bounty shall bestow. 
 Still in undisturbed possession 
 
 Peace and righteousness shall reign ; 
 Never shall you feel oppression, 
 
 Hear the voice of war again. 
 
 3 Ye, no more your suns descending, 
 Waning moons no more shall see, 
 
 But, your griefs for ever ending, 
 
 Find eternal noon in me. 
 God shall rise, and shining o'er you, 
 
 Change to day the gloom of night ; 
 He, the Lord, shall be your Glory, 
 
 God, your everlasting Light. 
 
THE CHURCH : — INSTITUTIONS. 489 
 
 I 00 8s, 7s, d. "The True Light." c. wesley. 
 
 Light of those whose dreary dwelling 
 
 Borders on the shades of death ! 
 Rise on us, thy love revealing, 
 
 Dissipate the clouds beneath : 
 Thou, of heaven and earth Creator, 
 
 In our deepest darkness rise, — 
 Scattering all the night of nature, 
 
 Pouring day upon our eyes. 
 
 2 Still wfe wait for thine appearing, 
 Life and joy thy beams impart, 
 
 Chasing all our fears, and cheering 
 
 Every poor benighted heart : 
 Come, and manifest thy favor 
 
 To the ransomed, helpless race ; 
 Come, thou glorious God and Saviour ! 
 
 Come, and bring the gospel grace. 
 
 3 Save us, in thy great compassion, 
 O thou mild, pacific Prince ! 
 
 Give the knowledge of salvation, 
 
 Give the pardon of our sins ; 
 By thine all-sufficient merit, 
 
 Every burdened soul release ; 
 Every weary, wandering spirit, 
 
 Guide into thy perfect peace. 
 
 • OU 8s, 7s. "Come Quickly." c. \ 
 
 Come, thou long-expected Jesus, 
 Born to set thy people free ; 
 
 From our fears and sins release us, 
 Let us find our rest in thee. 
 
490 THE CHURCH : — INSTITUTIONS. 
 
 2 Israel's Strength and Consolation, 
 Hope of all the saints thou art : 
 
 Dear Desire of every nation, 
 Joy of every longing heart. 
 
 3 Born, thy people to deliver ; 
 Born a child, and yet a King ! 
 
 Born to reign in us for ever, 
 
 Now thy gracious kingdom bring. 
 
 4 By thine own eternal Spirit, 
 Rule in all our hearts aloile ; 
 
 By thine all-sufficient merit, 
 Raise us to thy glorious throne. 
 
 757 
 
 A Growing Kingdom. a. c. coxe. 
 
 Oh, where are kings and empires now, 
 
 Of old that went and came ? 
 But, Lord, thy church is praying yet, 
 
 A thousand years the same. 
 
 2 We mark her goodly battlements, 
 And her foundations strong ; 
 
 We hear within the solemn voice 
 Of her unending song. 
 
 3 For not like kingdoms of the world 
 Thy holy church, O God ! 
 
 Though earthquake shocks are threatening her, 
 And tempests are abroad; — 
 
 4 Unshaken as eternal hills, 
 Immovable she stands, 
 
 A mountain that shall fill the earth, 
 A house not made by hands. 
 
THE CHURCH: — INSTITUTIONS. 491 
 
 (DO cm. " Little Flock" h. bonar. 
 
 Church of the ever-living God, 
 The Father's gracious choice, 
 Amid the voices of this earth 
 How feeble is thy voice ! 
 
 2 A little flock ! — so calls he thee 
 Who bought thee with his blood ; 
 
 A little flock, disowned of men, 
 But owned and loved of God. 
 
 3 Not many rich or noble called, 
 Not many great or wise ; 
 
 They whom God makes his kings and priests 
 Are poor in human eyes. 
 
 4 But the chief Shepherd comes at length ; 
 Their feeble days are o'er, 
 
 No more a handful in the earth, 
 A little flock no more. 
 
 5 No more a lily among thorns, 
 Weary and faint and few ; 
 
 But countless as the stars of heaven, 
 Or as the early dew. 
 
 6 Then entering the eternal halls, 
 In robes of victory, 
 
 That mighty multitude shall keep 
 The joyous jubilee. 
 
 759 
 
 :. m. " Can a Mother Forget?" a. Steele. 
 A mother may forgetful be, 
 
 For human love is frail; 
 But thy Creator's love to thee, 
 
 O Zion, cannot fail. 
 
492 THE CHURCH: — INSTITUTIONS. 
 
 2 No : thy dear name engraven stands, 
 In characters of love, 
 
 On thy almighty Father's hands, 
 And never shall remove. 
 
 3 Before his ever-watchful eye 
 Thy mournful state appears, 
 
 And every groan, and every sigh, 
 Divine compassion hears. 
 
 4 O Zion, learn to doubt no more, 
 Be every fear suppressed; 
 
 Unchanging truth, and love, and power, 
 Dwell in thy Saviour's breast. 
 
 • t)U c. M. For Dedication. w. c. bryant. 
 
 O thou, whose own vast temple stands, 
 
 Built over earth and sea, 
 Accept the walls that human hands 
 
 Have raised to worship thee. 
 
 2 Lord, from thine inmost glory send, 
 Within these courts to bide, 
 
 The peace that dwelleth without end, 
 Serenely by thy side ! 
 
 3 May erring minds that worship here 
 Be taught the better way ; 
 
 And they who mourn and they who fear, 
 Be strengthened as they pray. 
 
 4 May faith grow firm, and love grow warm, 
 And pure devotion rise, 
 
 While round these hallowed walls the storm 
 ^ Of earth-born passion dies. 
 
THE CHURCH: — INSTITUTIONS. 493 
 
 761 
 
 The Ministry. p. doddridge. 
 
 'T IS NOT a cause of small import 
 
 The pastor's care demands, 
 But what might fill an angel's heart, 
 
 And filled a Saviour's hands. 
 
 2 They watch for souls for whom the Lord 
 Did heavenly bliss forego — 
 
 For souls that must for ever live 
 In rapture or in woe. 
 
 3 All to the great tribunal haste, 
 The account to render there ; 
 
 And shouldst thou strictly mark our faults, 
 Lord ! how should we appear ? 
 
 4 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. 
 
 762 
 
 The Ministry. a. Steele. 
 
 How blest are those, how truly wise, 
 
 Who learn and keep the sacred road ! 
 How happy they whom heaven employs 
 
 To turn rebellious hearts to God : — 
 
 2 To win them from the fatal way, 
 Where erring folly thoughtless roves, 
 
 And that blest righteousness display 
 
 Which Jesus wrought and God approves. 
 
 3 The shining firmament shall fade, 
 And sparkling stars resign their light, 
 
 But these shall know nor change nor shade, 
 For ever fair, for ever bright. 
 
494 THE CHURCH: — INSTITUTIONS. 
 
 I Ou l. m. Installation. j. Montgomery. 
 
 We bid thee welcome in the name 
 
 Of Jesus, our exalted Head ; 
 Come as a servant: so he came, 
 And we receive thee in his stead. 
 
 2 Come as a shepherd; guard and keep 
 This fold from hell, and earth, and sin ; 
 
 Nourish the lambs, and feed the sheep, 
 The wounded heal, the lost bring in. 
 
 3 Come as a teacher, sent from God, 
 Charged his whole counsel to declare ; 
 
 Lift o'er our ranks the prophet's rod, 
 While we uphold thy hands with prayer. 
 
 4 Come as a messenger of peace, 
 Filled with the Spirit, fired with love ! 
 
 Live to behold our large increase, 
 And die to meet us all above. 
 
 I Otc l. m. For Dedication. n. p. willis. 
 
 The perfect world, by Adam trod, 
 Was the first temple, — built by God; 
 His fiat laid the corner-stone, 
 And heaved its pillars, one by one. 
 
 2 He hung its starry roof on high — 
 The broad, illimitable sky ; 
 
 He spread its pavement, green and bright, 
 And curtained it with morning light. 
 
 3 The mountains in their places stood, 
 The sea — the sky — and " all was good;" 
 And when its first pure praises rang, 
 The " morning stars together sang." 
 
71-11 CHURCH: — INSTITUTIONS. -/ ~ 
 
 4 Lord, 't is not ours to make the sea, 
 earth, and sky, a house for thee ; 
 Bat in thy sight our offering stands — 
 An humbler temple, " made with ha: 
 
 lOD l ::. The Ministry. b. bei: 
 
 Father of mercies, bow thine ear, 
 Attentive to our earnest prayer ; 
 We plead for those who plead for thee ; 
 Successful may they ever be. 
 
 2 Clothe thou with energy divine 
 
 Their words, and let those words be thine ; 
 Teach them immortal souls to gain, 
 Nor let them labor, Lord, in vain. 
 
 3 Let thronging multitudes around 
 Hear from their lips the joyful sound; 
 And light through distant realms be s; 
 Till Zion rears her drooping head. 
 
 i DO l m. Convocation. j. montgomz.-.y. 
 
 Pour out thy Spirit from on high ; 
 
 Lord ! thine assembled servants 
 Graces and gifts to each supply, 
 
 And clothe thy priests with righteousness. 
 
 2 Wisdom and zeal, and faith impart. 
 Firmness with meekness from above. 
 
 To bear thy people on our heart, 
 
 And love the souls whom thou dost love: — 
 
 3 To watch and pray, and never faint; 
 By day and night strict guard to keeo ; 
 
 To warn the sinner, cheer the saint, 
 
 Nourish thy lambs, and feed thy sheer ;— 
 
496 THE CHURCH: — INSTITUTIONS. 
 
 4 Then, when our work is finished here, 
 In humble hope our charge resign : 
 
 When the chief Shepherd shall appear, 
 O God ! may they and we be thine ! 
 
 I t) I l. M. Seeking a Pastor. P. doddridge. 
 
 O Lord, thy pitying eye surveys 
 Our wandering paths, our trackless ways : 
 Send forth, in love, thy truth and light, 
 To guide our doubtful footsteps right. 
 
 2 In humble faith, behold we wait : 
 On thee we call at mercy's gate ; 
 
 Our drooping hearts, O God, sustain, — 
 Shall Israel seek thy face in vain ? 
 
 3 O Lord ! in ways of peace return, 
 Nor let thy flock neglected mourn ; 
 May our blest eyes a shepherd see, 
 Dear to our souls, and dear to thee. 
 
 768 
 
 L. M. Prayer for Pastor. r. hi 
 
 With heavenly power, O Lord, defend 
 Him whom we now to thee commend ; 
 Thy faithful messenger secure, 
 And make him to the end endure. 
 
 2 Gird him with all-sufficient grace ; 
 Direct his feet in paths of peace ; 
 Thy truth and faithfulness fulfill, 
 And arm him to obey thy will. 
 
THE CHURCH : — INSTITUTIONS. 497 
 
 • Ot/ l. m. Church Dedication. j. pierpont. 
 
 Oh, bow thine ear, Eternal One ! 
 
 On thee our heart adoring calls ; 
 To thee the followers of thy Son 
 
 Have raised, and now devote these walls. 
 
 2 Here let thy holy days be kept ; 
 And be this place to worship given, 
 
 Like that bright spot where Jacob slept, 
 The house of God, the gate of heaven. 
 
 3 Here may thine honor dwell ; and here, 
 As incense, let thy children's prayer, 
 
 From contrite hearts and lips sincere, 
 Rise on the still and holy air. 
 
 4 Here be thy praise devoutly sung ; 
 Here let thy truth beam forth to save, 
 
 As when, of old, thy Spirit hung, 
 
 On wings of light, o'er Jordan's wave. 
 
 5 And when the lips, that with thy name 
 Are vocal now, to dust shall turn, 
 
 On others may devotion's flame 
 Be kindled here, and purely burn ! 
 
 I ( U s. m. Psalm 48. I. WATTS. 
 
 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. 
 32 
 
498 the church: — institutions. 
 
 3 Let strangers walk around 
 The city where we dwell, 
 
 Compass and view thine holy ground, 
 And mark the building well — 
 
 4. The order of thy house, 
 The worship of thy court, 
 
 The cheerful songs, the solemn vows ; 
 And make a fair report. 
 
 5 How decent, and how wise ! 
 How glorious to behold ! 
 
 Beyond the pomp that charms the eyes, 
 And rites adorned with gold. 
 
 6 The God we worship now 
 Will guide us till we die ; 
 
 Will be our God, while here below, 
 And ours above the sky. 
 
 771 
 
 7s, 6s. TIu Church is Chrsfs. s. J. stone. 
 
 The Church's one foundation 
 
 Is Jesus Christ her Lord; 
 She is his new creation 
 
 By water and the word : 
 From heaven he. came and sought her, 
 
 To be his holy bride ; 
 With his own blood he bought her, 
 
 And for her life he died. 
 
 2 Elect from every nation, 
 
 Yet one o'er all the earth, 
 Her charter of salvation, 
 
 One Lord, one faith, one birth ; 
 One holy name she blesses, 
 
 Partakes one holy food, 
 And to one hope she presses, 
 
 With every grace endued. 
 
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 THE CHURCH: — INSTITUTIONS. 499 
 
 3 Though with a scornful wonder, 
 
 Men see her sore oppressed, 
 By schisms rent asunder, 
 
 By heresies distressed, 
 Yet saints their watch are keeping, 
 
 Their cry goes up, " How long ? " 
 And soon the night of weeping 
 
 Shall be the morn of song. 
 
 m. Psalm 48. I. WATTS 
 
 Great is the Lord our God, 
 And let his praise be great ; 
 
 He makes his churches his abode, 
 His most delightful seat. 
 
 2 These temples of his grace, 
 How beautiful they stand ! 
 
 The honors of our native place, 
 The bulwarks of our land. 
 
 3 In Zion God is known, 
 A refuge in distress ; 
 
 How bright has his salvation shone 
 Through all her palaces ! 
 
 4 Oft have our fathers told, 
 Our eyes have often seen, 
 
 How well our God secures the fold 
 Where his own sheep have been. 
 
 5 In every new distress 
 We '11 to his house repair, 
 
 We '11 think upon his wondrous grace, 
 And seek deliverance there. 
 
500 THE CHURCH: — INSTITUTIONS. 
 
 I iO us, ios. " Daughter of Zion!" anon. 
 
 Daughter of Zion ! awake from thy sadness : 
 
 Awake, for thy foes shall oppress thee no more ; 
 Bright o'er thy hills dawns the day-star of gladness ; 
 
 Arise ! for the night of thy sorrow is o'er. 
 
 2 Strong were thy foes, but the arm that subdued them, 
 And scattered their legions, was mightier far ; 
 
 They fled, like the chaff, from the scourge that pursued 
 them; 
 For vain were their steeds and their chariots of war ! 
 
 3 Daughter of Zion ! the Power that hath saved thee, 
 Extolled with the harp and the timbrel should be : 
 
 Shout ! for the foe is destroyed that enslaved thee, 
 Th' oppressor is vanquished, and Zion is free ! 
 
 i It: 7s. For Dedication. j. Montgomery. 
 
 Lord of hosts ! to thee we raise 
 Here a house of prayer and praise : 
 Thou thy people's hearts prepare, 
 Here to meet for praise and prayer. 
 
 2 Let the living here be fed 
 
 With thy word, the heavenly bread : 
 Here, in hope of glory blest, 
 May the dead be laid to rest. 
 
 3 Here to thee a temple stand, 
 While the sea shall gird the land : 
 Here reveal thy mercy sure, 
 While the sun and moon endure. 
 
 4 Halleluiah ! — earth and sky 
 To the joyful sound reply : 
 Hallelujah ! hence ascend 
 Prayer and praise till time shall end. 
 
775: 
 
 776 
 
 THE CHURCH: — INSTITUTIONS. 501 
 
 ;. m. The Ministry. MRS. voke. 
 
 Ye messengers of Christ! 
 
 His sovereign voite obey ; 
 Arise, and follow where he leads, 
 
 And peace attend your way. 
 
 2 The Master, whom you serve, 
 Will needful strength bestow ; 
 
 Depending on his promised aid, 
 With sacred courage go. 
 
 3 Mountains shall sink to plains, 
 And hell in vain oppose ; 
 
 The cause is God's — and will prevail, 
 In spite of all his foes. 
 
 7s, 6s. Departing Missionaries. J. edmestcn\ 
 Roll on, thou mighty ocean ; 
 
 And, as thy billows flow, 
 Bear messengers of mercy 
 
 To every land below. 
 Arise, ye gales, and waft them 
 
 Safe to the destined shore ; 
 That man may sit in darkness 
 
 And death's black shade no more. 
 
 2 O thou eternal Ruler, 
 
 Who holdest in thine arm 
 The tempests of the ocean, 
 
 Protect them from all harm ! 
 Thy presence, Lord, be with them, 
 
 Wherever they may be : 
 Though far from us, who love them, 
 
 Still let them be with thee. 
 
502 THE CHURCH: — INSTITUTIONS. 
 
 • lie. If. Church Opening: I. watts 
 
 Arise, O King of grace, arise, 
 
 And enter t* thy rest ; 
 Lo ! thy church waits, with longing eyes, 
 Thus to be owned and blest. 
 
 2 Enter with all thy glorious train, 
 Thy Spirit and thy word ; 
 
 All that the ark did once contain 
 Could no such grace afford. 
 
 3 Here, mighty God, accept our vows, 
 Here let thy praise be spread ; 
 
 Bless the provisions of thy house, 
 And fill thy poor with bread. 
 
 4 Here let the Son of David reign, 
 Let God's Anointed shine ; 
 
 Justice and truth his court maintain, 
 With love and power divine. 
 
 5 Here let him hold a lasting throne, 
 And as his kingdom grows, 
 
 Fresh honors shall adorn his crown, 
 And shame confound his foes. 
 
 778 
 
 *. m. i Pet. i : io, ii. f. e. cox, tr. 
 
 Wake ! the welcome day appeareth, 
 Every heart with joy it cheereth ! 
 Wake ! the Lord's great year behold ; 
 That which holy men of old, 
 Those who throng the sacred pages, 
 Waited for through countless ages : 
 Hallelujah ! Hallelujah ! 
 
779 
 
 THE CHURCH : — INSTITUTIONS. 503 
 
 2 Patriarchs erst and priests aspiring, 
 Kings and prophets long desiring, 
 Saw not this before they died : — 
 
 Lo ! the light to them denied ! 
 See its beams to earth directed ! 
 Welcome, O thou long-expected ! 
 Hallelujah! Hallelujah! 
 
 3 In our stead himself he offers, 
 On the accursed tree he suffers, 
 That his death's sweet savor may- 
 Take our curse for aye away; 
 Cross and curse for us enduring, 
 Hope and heaven to us securing: 
 
 Hallelujah! Hallelujah! 
 
 4 Rent the temple curtain's centre ; 
 Come, ye nations, freely enter 
 Through the vail the holy place ! 
 Freely stand before his face, 
 
 Here your grateful tributes bringing : 
 Come, thou Bride, for ever singing, 
 Hallelujah! Hallelujah! 
 
 M. Expedition. j. Montgomery. 
 
 Work while it is to-day ! 
 
 This was our Saviour's rule ; 
 With docile minds let us obey, 
 
 As learners in his school. 
 
 2 Lord Christ, we humbly ask 
 
 Of thee the power and will, 
 With fear and meekness, every task 
 
 Of duty to fulfill. 
 
504 THE CHURCH : — INSTITUTIONS. 
 
 3 At home, by word and deed, 
 Adorn redeeming grace; 
 
 And sow abroad the precious seed 
 Of truth in every place : — 
 
 4 That thus the wilderness 
 May blossom like the rose, 
 
 And trees spring up of righteousness, 
 Where'er life's river flows. 
 
 5 For thee our all to spend, 
 Still may we watch and pray, 
 
 And, persevering to the end, 
 Work while it is to-day. 
 
 780 
 
 M. Contribution. \v. \v. how. 
 
 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. 
 
CHURCH WORK- r ; 
 
 5 And we believe thy word, 
 Though dim our faith may be ; 
 
 : er for thine we do, O Lord, 
 We ioit unto thee. 
 
 781 
 
 5. m. Reform. £ : 2 
 
 MOURN for the thousands slain, 
 
 The v :a:i.f al a~i fee r.::~.z- 
 Monrn for the wine-cup's fearful reign 
 
 Aaai ~':.± ielaiei :'r.r:~g. 
 
 z I iourn for the ruined soul, — 
 
 E:er:i life a~i '.ig'z.' 
 Lost by die fiery, maddening bowl, 
 
 And turned to hopeless night. 
 
 3 Mourn fox the lost, — but call, 
 Call to the strong, the free ; 
 
 R:~se :he~: :: ?a/aaa :i.e ireaifal fail. 
 
 A:, i :: fae refare fee. 
 
 4 Mourn for the lost, — but pray, 
 Pray to our God above, 
 
 To break the fell destroyer's swe 
 And show his saving love. 
 
 < M. ; m " Harvest Home." J. u : :T : ::r. 
 
 Sow IN the morn thy seed, 
 At eve hold not thy hand ; 
 
 T: ii'i:: ani fear rive fa::: ra: iaeei ■. 
 Broadcast it o'er the land. 
 
 2 Ar.i ialv ="-ili apa-ear. 
 In verdure, beauty, strength, 
 
 Hie :er.ie: Aaie. fae s:alk. ahe ear. 
 Aaai :iae iai. :o:aa a: Aii-fL 
 
506 CHURCH WORK. 
 
 3 Thou canst not toil in vain ; 
 Cold, heat, the moist and dry, 
 
 Shall foster and mature the grain 
 For garners in the sky. 
 
 4 Then, when the glorious end, 
 The day of God, shall come, 
 
 The angel-reapers shall descend, 
 And heaven sing " Harvest home ! " 
 
 783 
 
 " The Night Cometh" A. l. walker. 
 
 Work, for the night is coming ; 
 
 Work, through the morning hours ; 
 Work, while the dew is sparkling ; 
 
 Work, 'mid springing flowers ; 
 Work, when the day grows brighter, 
 
 Work, in the glowing sun ; 
 Work, for the night is coming, 
 
 When man's work is done. 
 
 2 Work, for the night is coming, 
 Work through the sunny noon ; 
 
 Fill brightest hours with labor, 
 
 Rest comes sure and soon. 
 Give every flying minute 
 
 Something to keep in store : 
 Work, for the night is coming, 
 
 When man works no more. 
 
 3 Work, for the night is coming, 
 Under the sunset skies ; 
 
 While their bright tints are glowing, 
 
 Work, for daylight flies. 
 Work, till the last beam fadeth, 
 
 Fadeth to shine no more ; 
 Work while the night is darkening, 
 
 When man's work is o'er. 
 
784 
 
 CHURCH WORK. 507 
 
 8s, 7s, d. " The Laborers Are Few" d. march. 
 
 Hark ! the voice of Jesus calling, — 
 
 Who will go and work to-day ? 
 Fields are white, the harvest waiting,— 
 
 Who will bear the sheaves away ? 
 Loud and long the Master calleth, 
 
 Rich reward he offers free ; 
 Who will answer, gladly saying, 
 
 " Here am I, O Lord, send me." 
 
 2 If you cannot cross the ocean 
 And the heathen lands explore, 
 
 You can find the heathen nearer, 
 You can help them at your door ; 
 
 If you cannot speak like angels, 
 If you cannot preach like Paul, 
 
 You can tell the love of Jesus, 
 You can say he died for all. 
 
 3 While the souls of men are dying, 
 And the Master calls for you, 
 
 Let none hear you idly saying, 
 " There is nothing I can do ! " 
 
 Gladly take the task he gives you, 
 Let his work your pleasure be; 
 
 Answer quickly when he calleth, 
 " Here am I, O Lord, send me." 
 
 785 
 
 8s, 7s, d. " What Thy Hand Findeth" e. h. gates. 
 
 If you cannot on the ocean 
 
 Sail among the swiftest fleet, 
 Rocking on the highest billows, 
 
 Laughing at the storms you meet, 
 
508 CHURCH WORK. 
 
 You can stand among the sailors, 
 Anchored yet within the bay, 
 
 You can lend a hand to help them, 
 As they launch their boat away. 
 
 2 If you are too weak to journey 
 Up the mountain steep and high, 
 
 You can stand within the valley, 
 While the multitude go by; 
 
 You can chant in happy measure, 
 As they slowly pass along; 
 
 Though they may forget the singer, 
 They will not forget the song. 
 
 3 If you have not gold and silver 
 Ever ready to command ; 
 
 If you cannot toward the needy 
 Reach an ever open hand, 
 
 You can visit the afflicted, 
 
 O'er the erring you can weep ; 
 
 You can be a true disciple 
 Sitting at the Saviour's feet. 
 
 4 If you cannot in the harvest 
 Garner up the richest sheaf, 
 
 Many a grain both ripe and golden 
 Will the careless reapers leave ; 
 
 Go and glean among the briers, 
 Growing rank against the wall, 
 
 For it may be that the shadow 
 Hides the heaviest wheat of all. 
 
 786 
 
 8s, 7s. Christian Union. T. w. avelinc. 
 
 Hail ! thou God of grace and glory ! 
 
 Who thy name hast magnified, 
 By redemption's wondrous story, 
 
 By the Saviour crucified ; 
 
CHURCH WORK. 509 
 
 Thanks to thee for every blessing, 
 Flowing from the Fount of love ; 
 
 Thanks for present good unceasing, 
 And for hopes of bliss above. 
 
 2 Hear us, as thus bending lowly, 
 Near thy bright and burning throne ; 
 
 We invoke thee, God most holy ! 
 
 Through thy well-beloved Son ; 
 Send the baptism of thy Spirit, 
 
 Shed the pentecostal fire ; 
 Let us all thy grace inherit, 
 
 Waken, crown each good desire. 
 
 3 Bind thy people, Lord ! in union, 
 With the sevenfold cord of love ; 
 
 Breathe a spirit of communion 
 
 W 7 ith the glorious hosts above ; 
 Let thy work be seen progressing; 
 
 Bow each heart, and bend each knee ; 
 Till the world, thy truth possessing, 
 
 Celebrates its jubilee. 
 
 787 
 
 We Are Watching. w. o. cushixg. 
 
 We are watching, we are waiting, 
 
 For the bright prophetic day : 
 When the shadows, weary shadows, 
 
 From the world shall roll away. 
 
 Cho. — W 7 e are waiting for the morning, 
 
 When the beauteous day is dawning \ 
 
 We are waiting for the morning, 
 
 For the golden spires of day. 
 
 Lo ! he comes ! see the King draws near ; 
 
 Zion, shout ! the Lord is here. 
 
510 CHURCH WORK. 
 
 2 We are watching, we are waiting, 
 For the star that brings the day : 
 
 When the night of sin shall vanish, 
 And the shadows melt away. — Cho. 
 
 3 We are watching, we are waiting, 
 For the beauteous King of day : 
 
 For the Chiefest of ten thousand, 
 
 For the Light, the Truth, the Way.— Cho. 
 
 788 
 
 8s, 7s. "Leaving Us an Example." s. JOHNSON. 
 Onward, Christian, though the region 
 
 Where thou art be drear and lone ; 
 God has set a guardian legion 
 
 Very near thee ; press thou on. 
 
 2 By the thorn-road, and none other, 
 Is the mount of vision won ; 
 
 Tread it without shrinking, brother; 
 Jesus trod it ; press thou on. 
 
 3 Be this world the wiser, stronger, 
 For thy life of pain and peace ; 
 
 While it needs thee, oh, no longer 
 Pray thou for thy quick release. 
 
 4 Pray thou, Christian, daily rather, 
 That thou be a faithful son ; 
 
 By the prayer of Jesus, " Father, 
 Not my will, but thine, be done." 
 
 789 
 
 8s, 7s. Courage and Faith. 
 
 Father, hear the prayer we offer ! 
 
 Not for ease that prayer shall be ; 
 But for strength that we may ever 
 
 Live our lives courageously. 
 
CHURCH WORK. 511 
 
 2 Not for ever by still waters 
 Would we idly quiet stay; 
 
 But would smite the living fountains 
 From the rocks along our way. 
 
 3 Be our strength in hours of weakness, 
 In our wanderings, be our guide; 
 
 Through endeavor, failure, danger, 
 Father, be thou at our side ! 
 
 I t/U 8s, 7s. Progress. h. bonar. 
 
 Like the eagle, upward, onward, 
 
 Let my soul in faith be borne : 
 Calmly gazing, skyward, sunward, 
 
 Let my eye unshrinking turn ! 
 
 2 Where the cross, God's love revealing, 
 Sets the fettered spirit free, 
 
 Where it sheds its wondrous healing, 
 There, my soul, thy rest shall be ! 
 
 3 Oh, may I no longer, dreaming, 
 Idly waste my golden day, 
 
 But, each precious hour redeeming, 
 Upward, onward, press my way ! 
 
 I \j -L 8s, 7s. Psalm 127. h. auber. 
 
 Vainly, through night's weary hours, 
 
 Keep we watch, lest foes alarm; 
 Vain our bulwarks, and our towers, 
 
 But for God's protecting arm. 
 
 2 Vain were all our toil and labor, 
 Did not God that labor bless ; 
 
 Vain, without his grace and favor, 
 Every talent we possess. 
 
CHURCH WORK. 
 
 : Vainer still the hope of heaven, 
 That on human strength relies ; 
 
 Bnt to him shall help be given, 
 Who in humble faith app. 
 
 4 Seek we. then, the Lord's Anointed; 
 He will grant us peace and 
 
 -5 suppliant disappointed, 
 Who thro' Christ his prayer addressed. 
 
 r92 
 
 Eccl. ii : i. 
 
 :hy bread upon the w.v 
 
 Thinking cot *t is thrown away; 
 
 God himself saith, thou shalt gather 
 
 It again some future day. 
 
 z jut thy bread upon the waters : 
 ; ugh the billows roll, 
 They but aid thee as thou toilest 
 Truth to spread from pole to pole. 
 
 he seed by billows floated, 
 To some distant island lone, 
 So to human souls benighted, 
 That thou flingest may be borne. 
 
 ist thy bread upon the waters; 
 Why wilt thou still doubting stand ? 
 Bounteous shall God send the harvest, 
 If thou sow'st with liberal hand. 
 
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 8s, 7s. Psalm \2Z T. kasttxgs. 
 
 He that goeth forth with weeping, 
 
 Bearing precious seed in love, 
 Never tiring, never sleeping, 
 
 Findeth mercv from above. 
 
CHURCH WORK. 513 
 
 2 Soft descend the dews of heaven, 
 Bright the rays celestial shine ; 
 
 Precious fruits will thus be given, 
 Through an influence all divine. 
 
 3 Sow thy seed, be never weary, 
 Let no fears thy soul annoy; 
 
 Be the prospect ne'er so dreary, 
 Thou shalt reap the fruits of joy. 
 
 4 Lo, the scene of verdure brightening ! 
 See the rising grain appear : 
 
 Look again ! the fields are whitening, 
 For the harvest time is near. 
 
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 " So Jesus Looked." p. doddridge. 
 
 Father of mercies ! send thy grace, 
 
 All powerful from above, 
 To form in our obedient souls 
 
 The image of thy love. 
 
 2 Oh, may our sympathizing breasts 
 The generous pleasure know, 
 
 Kindly to share in others' joy, 
 And weep for others' woe! 
 
 3 When the most helpless sons of grief 
 In low distress are laid, 
 
 Soft be our hearts their pains to feel, 
 And swift our hands to aid. 
 
 4 So Jesus looked on dying men, 
 When throned above the skies ; 
 
 And mid the embraces of his God, 
 He felt compassion rise. 
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514 CHURCH WORK. 
 
 5 On wings of love the Saviour flew, 
 To raise us from the ground, 
 
 And made the richest of his blood 
 A balm for every wound. 
 
 I i/ O c. m. God's Hidden Ones. w. croswell. 
 
 Lord, lead the way the Saviour went, 
 
 By lane and cell obscure, 
 And let love's treasures still be spent, 
 Like his, upon the poor. 
 
 2 Like him, through scenes of deep distress 
 Who bore the world's sad weight, 
 
 We, in their crowded loneliness, 
 Would seek the desolate. 
 
 3 For thou hast placed us side by side 
 In this wide world of ill ; 
 
 And that thy followers may be tried, 
 The poor are with us still. 
 
 4 Mean are all offerings we can make ; 
 Yet thou hast taught us, Lord, 
 
 If given for the Saviour's sake, 
 They lose not their reward. 
 
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 Minute Fidelity. anon. 
 
 Scorn not the slightest word or deed, 
 
 Nor deem it void of power ; 
 There 's fruit in each wind-wafted seed, 
 
 That waits its natal hour. 
 
 2 A whispered word may touch the heart, 
 
 And call it back to life ; 
 A look of love bid sin depart, 
 
 And still unholy strife. 
 
CHURCH WORK. 515 
 
 3 No act falls fruitless ; none can tell 
 How vast its power may be, 
 
 Nor what results infolded dwell 
 Within it silently. 
 
 4 Work on, despair not, bring thy mite, 
 Nor care how small it be; 
 
 God is with all that serve the right, 
 The holy, true, and free. 
 
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 Psalm 41. A. L. BARBAULD. 
 
 Blest is the man whose softening heart 
 
 Feels all another's pain; 
 To whom the supplicating eye 
 
 Was never raised in vain : — 
 
 2 Whose breast expands with generous warmth 
 A stranger's woes to feel ; 
 
 And bleeds in pity o'er the wound 
 He wants the power to heal. 
 
 3 He spreads his kind supporting arms 
 To every child of grief; 
 
 His secret bounty largely flows, 
 And brings unasked relief. 
 
 4 To gentle offices of love 
 His feet are never slow ; 
 
 He views, through mercy's melting eye, 
 A brother in a foe. 
 
 5 Peace from the bosom of his God ; 
 The Saviour's grace shall give ; 
 
 And, when he kneels before the throne, 
 His trembling soul shall live. 
 
516 SUNDAY-SCHOOL. 
 
 • tJ O c. ML Genesis 28 : 19-22. p. doddridge. 
 
 O God of Bethel, by whose hand 
 
 Thy people still are fed ; 
 Who through this weary pilgrimage 
 
 Hast all our fathers led ! 
 
 2 Our vows, our prayers, we now present 
 Before thy throne of grace ; 
 
 God of our fathers ! be the God 
 Of their succeeding race. 
 
 3 Through each perplexing path of life 
 Our wandering footsteps guide ; 
 
 Give us, each day, our daily bread, 
 And raiment fit provide. 
 
 4 Oh, spread thy covering wings around 
 Till all our wanderings cease, 
 
 And at our Father's loved abode, 
 Our souls arrive in peace. 
 
 5 Such blessings from thy gracious hand 
 Our humble prayers implore ; 
 
 And thou shalt be our chosen God, 
 Our portion evermore. 
 
 799 
 
 Christ Receiving Children. P. doddridge. 
 
 See Israel's gentle Shepherd stands, 
 
 With all engaging charms ! 
 Hark ! how he calls the tender lambs, 
 
 And folds them in his arms ! 
 
 2 " Permit them to approach," he cries, 
 " Nor scorn their humble name ; 
 
 For 't was to bless such souls as these, 
 The Lord of angels came." 
 
SUNDAY-SCHOOL. 511 
 
 3 We bring them, Lord, in thankful hands, 
 
 And yield them up to thee ; 
 Joyful that we ourselves are thine, — 
 
 Thine let our offspring be. 
 
 800, 
 
 A Christian Child. R. heber. 
 
 By cool Siloam's shady rill 
 
 How fair the lily grows ! 
 How sweet the breath, beneath the hill, 
 
 Of Sharon's dewy rose ! 
 
 2 Lo ! such the child whose early feet 
 The paths of peace have trod ; 
 
 Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, 
 Is upward drawn to God. 
 
 3 By cool Siloam's shady rill 
 The lily must decay ; 
 
 The rose that blooms beneath the hill 
 Must shortly fade away. 
 
 4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour 
 Of man's maturer age 
 
 May shake the soul with sorrow's power 
 And stormy passion's rage. 
 
 5 O thou, whose infant feet were found 
 Within thy Father's shrine, 
 
 Whose years, with changeless virtue crowned, 
 Were all alike divine ! 
 
 6 Dependent on thy bounteous breath, 
 We seek thy grace alone 
 
 In childhood, manhood, age, and death, 
 To keep us still thine own. 
 
518 SUNDAY-SCHOOL. 
 
 801 
 
 m. Our Children. J. fellows. 
 
 Great God, now condescend 
 
 To bless our rising race; 
 Soon may their willing spirits bend, 
 
 The subjects of thy grace. 
 
 2 Oh, what a pure delight 
 Their happiness to see ; 
 
 Our warmest wishes all unite 
 To lead their souls to thee. 
 
 3 Now bless, thou God of love, 
 The word of truth divine ; 
 
 Send thy good Spirit from above, 
 And make these children thine. 
 
 802 
 
 " Suffer Them to Come." h. u. onderdonk. 
 The Saviour kindly calls 
 
 Our children to his breast ; 
 He folds them in his gracious arms, 
 
 Himself declares them blest. 
 
 2 " Let them approach," he cries, 
 " Nor scorn their humble claim ; 
 
 The heirs of heaven are such as these, 
 For such as these I came." 
 
 3 With joy we bring them, Lord, 
 Devoting them to thee, 
 
 Imploring, that, as we are thine, 
 Thine may our offspring be. 
 
 OUO 6>, 4s. Ancient Hymn. h. m. dexter, tr. 
 
 Shepherd of tender youth, 
 Guiding in love and truth 
 Through devious ways — 
 
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 SUNDAY-SCHOOL. 519 
 
 Christ, our triumphant King, 
 We come thy name to sing, 
 And here our children bring, 
 To shout thy praise. 
 
 2 Thou art our holy Lord, 
 The all-subduing Word, 
 
 Healer of strife ; 
 Thou didst thyself abase, 
 That from sin's deep disgrace 
 Thou mightest save our race, 
 
 And give us life. 
 
 3 Ever be thou our Guide, 
 Our Shepherd and our pride, 
 
 Our staff and song; 
 Jesus, thou Christ of God, 
 By thy perennial word 
 Lead us where thou hast trod ; 
 
 Our faith make strong. 
 
 4 So now, and till we die, 
 Sound we thy praises high, 
 
 And joyful sing: 
 Let all the holy throng, 
 Who to thy Church belong, 
 Unite and swell the song 
 
 To Christ our King ! 
 
 8s, 7s, d. Lambs of the Fold. d. a. thrupp. 
 
 Saviour, like a shepherd lead us ; 
 
 Much we need thy tender care ; 
 In thy pleasant pastures feed us, 
 
 For our use thy fold prepare : 
 
520 SUNDAY-SCHOOL. 
 
 We are thine : do thou befriend us, 
 Be the guardian of our way ; 
 
 Keep thy flock, from sin defend us, 
 Seek us when we go astray. 
 
 2 Thou hast promised to receive us, 
 
 Poor and sinful though we be ; 
 Thou hast mercy to relieve us, 
 
 Grace to cleanse, and power to free : 
 Early let us seek thy favor, 
 
 Early help us do thy will ; 
 Holy Lord, our only Saviour ! 
 
 With thy grace our bosom fill. 
 
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 7s, D. Sabbath-school Meeting. 
 
 Saviour King, in hallowed union, 
 
 At thy sacred feet we bow ; 
 Heart with heart, in blest communion, 
 
 Join to crave thy favor now ! 
 Though celestial choirs adore thee, 
 
 Let our prayer as incense rise ; 
 And our praise be set before thee, 
 
 Sweet as evening sacrifice. 
 
 2 Heavenly Fount, thy streams of blessing 
 
 Oft have cheered us on our way ; 
 By thy power and grace unceasing, 
 
 We continue to this day : 
 Raise we, then, with glad emotion 
 
 Thankful lays : and while we sing, 
 Vow a pure, a full devotion 
 
 To thy word, O Saviour King ! 
 
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 3 When we tell the wondrous story 
 
 Of thy rich, exhaustless love, 
 Send thy Spirit, Lord of glory, 
 
 On the youthful heart to move ! 
 Oh, that he, the ever-living, 
 
 May descend, as fruitful rain ; 
 Till the wilderness, reviving, 
 
 Blossoms as the rose again ! 
 
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 7s, d. *f These Little Ones." w. a. Muhlenberg. 
 Saviour ! who thy flock art feeding 
 
 With the shepherd's kindest care, 
 All the feeble gently leading, 
 
 While the lambs thy bosom share ; 
 Now, these little ones receiving, 
 
 Fold them in thy gracious arm ; 
 There, we know, thy word believing, 
 
 Only there, secure from harm. 
 
 2 Never, from thy pasture roving, 
 
 Let them be the lion's prey ; 
 Let thy tenderness, so loving, 
 
 Keep them all life's dangerous way : 
 Then, within thy fold eternal, 
 
 Let them find a resting-place, 
 Feed in pastures ever vernal, 
 
 Drink the rivers of thy grace. 
 
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 l. m. Imitation of Christ. t. Baldwin. 
 
 Come, happy souls, adore the Lamb, 
 Who loved our race ere time began, 
 Who vailed his Godhead in our clay, 
 And in an humble manger lay. 
 
522 BAPTISM. 
 
 2 To Jordan's stream the Spirit led, 
 
 To mark the path his saints should tread ; 
 With joy they trace the sacred way, 
 To see the place where Jesus lay. 
 
 3 Baptized by John in Jordan's wave, 
 The Saviour left his watery grave ; 
 Heaven owned the deed, approved the way, 
 And blessed the place where Jesus lay. 
 
 4 Come, all who love his precious name, 
 Come, tread his steps, and learn of him ; 
 Happy beyond expression they 
 
 Who find the place where Jesus lay. 
 
 OUO l. m. " Buried With Him** Moravian. 
 
 Buried in baptism with our Lord, 
 We rise with him, to life restored ; 
 Not the bare life in Adam lost, 
 But richer far, for more it cost. 
 
 2 Water can cleanse the flesh, we own, 
 But Christ well knows, and Christ alone, 
 How dear to him our cleansing stood, 
 Baptized in fire, and bathed in blood. 
 
 3 He by his blood atoned for sin ; 
 This precious blood can wash us clean ; 
 And he arrays us in the dress 
 
 Of his unspotted righteousness. 
 
 OUy l. m. TJie Pleasant Path. A. JL'DSON. 
 
 Our Saviour bowed beneath the wave, 
 And meekly sought a watery grave ; 
 Come, see the sacred path he trod, 
 A path well pleasing to our God. 
 
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 BAPTISM. 523 
 
 2 His voice we hear, his footsteps trace, 
 And hither come to seek his face, 
 
 To do his will, to feel his love, 
 
 And join our songs with songs above. 
 
 3 Hosanna to the Lamb divine ! 
 Let endless glories round him shine ! 
 High o'er the heavens for ever reign, 
 O Lamb of God, for sinners slain ! 
 
 Invocation. a. judson. 
 
 Come, Holy Spirit, Dove divine, 
 On these baptismal waters shine, 
 And teach our hearts, in highest strain, 
 To praise the Lamb for sinners slain. 
 
 2 We love thy name, we love thy laws, 
 And joyfully embrace thy cause ; 
 
 We love thy cross, the shame, the pain, 
 O Lamb of God, for sinners slain ! 
 
 3 We sink beneath thy mystic flood, 
 Oh, bathe us in thy cleansing blood ; 
 We die to sin, and seek a grave 
 With thee, beneath the yielding wave. 
 
 4 And as we rise, with thee to live, 
 Oh, let the Holy Spirit give 
 
 The sealing unction from above, 
 The breath of life, the fire of love ! 
 
 l. m. Parting Song. I. watts. 
 
 Oh, the sweet wonders of that cross 
 Where my Redeemer loved and died ! 
 
 Her noblest life my spirit draws 
 
 From his dear wounds and bleeding side. 
 
524 BAPTISM. 
 
 2 I would for ever speak his name 
 In sounds to mortal ears unknown ; 
 
 With angels join to praise the Lamb, 
 And worship at his Father's throne. 
 
 O-L^ l. m. " Bought with a Price." s. davies. 
 
 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, 
 Be thine through all eternity; 
 
 The vow is past beyond repeal ; 
 And now I set the solemn seal. 
 
 4 Here at that cross where flows the blood 
 That bought my guilty soul for God, 
 Thee, my new Master now I call, 
 
 And consecrate to thee my all. 
 
 OlO l. m. " Happy Day." p. doddridge. 
 
 Oh, happy day, that fixed my choice 
 On thee, my Saviour, and my God ! 
 Well may this glowing heart rejoice, 
 And tell its raptures all abroad. 
 Cho. — Happy day, happy day, 
 
 When Jesus washed my sins away ! 
 He taught me how to watch and pray, 
 And live rejoicing every day: 
 Happy day, happy day, 
 When Jesus washed my sins away ! 
 
525 
 
 2 Oh, happy bond, that seals my vows 
 To him who merits all my love ! 
 
 Let cheerful anthems fill his house, 
 
 While to that sacred shrine I move. — Cko. 
 
 3 'T is done, the great transaction 's done : 
 I am my Lord's, and he is mine : 
 
 He drew me, and I followed on, 
 
 Charmed to confess the voice divine. — Cho. 
 
 14 us. Following Jesus. G. w. bethune. 
 
 O thou who in Jordan didst bow thy meek head, 
 And whelmed in our sorrow didst sink to the dead, 
 Then rose from the darkness to glory above, 
 And claimed for thy chosen the kingdom of love ; — 
 
 2 Thy footsteps we follow, to bow in the tide, 
 And are buried with thee in the death thou hast diec 
 Then wake with thy likeness to walk in the way 
 That brightens and brightens to shadowless day. 
 
 3 O Jesus, our Saviour, O Jesus, our Lord, 
 
 By the life of thy passion, the grace of thy word, 
 
 Accept us, redeem us, dwell ever within, 
 
 To keep, by thy Spirit, our spirits from sin ; — 
 
 4 Till, crowned with thy glory, and waving the palm, 
 Our garments all white from the blood of the Lamb, 
 We join the bright millions of saints gone before, 
 And bless thee, and wonder, and praise evermore. 
 
526 BAPTISM. 
 
 OlO c. m. Jesus' Baptism. s. f. smith. 
 
 Meekly in Jordan's holy stream 
 
 The great Redeemer bowed ; 
 Bright was the glory's sacred beam 
 
 That hushed the wondering crowd. 
 
 Cho. — I do believe, I now believe, 
 That Jesus died for me ; 
 And through his blood, his precious blood, 
 I shall from sin be free. 
 
 2 Thus God descended to approve 
 The deed that Christ had done ; 
 
 Thus came the emblematic Dove, 
 And hovered o'er the Son. — Cho. 
 
 3 So, blessed Spirit, come to-day 
 To our baptismal scene ; 
 
 Let thoughts of earth be far away, 
 And every mind serene. — Cho. 
 
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 c. m. Gen. 24 : 56. j. rtland. 
 
 In all my Lord's appointed ways 
 
 My journey I '11 pursue; 
 Hinder me not, ye much-loved saints, 
 
 For I must go with you. 
 
 2 Through floods and flames, if Jesus lead, 
 I '11 follow where he goes ; 
 
 Hinder me not ! shall be my cry, 
 Though earth and hell oppose. 
 
 3 Through duties, and through trials, too, 
 I '11 go at his command ; 
 
 Hinder me not, for I am bound 
 To my Immanuel's land. 
 
BAPTISM. 527 
 
 4 And when my Saviour calls me home, 
 
 Still this my cry shall be, 
 Hinder me not ! come, welcome death ; 
 
 I '11 gladly go with thee ! 
 
 Oil c. if. " This is My Son" eng. bap. coll. 
 
 'T is God the Father we adore 
 
 In this baptismal sign ; 
 'T is he whose voice on Jordan's shore 
 Proclaimed the Son divine. 
 
 2 The Father owned him ; let our breath 
 In answering praise ascend, 
 
 As in the image of his death 
 We own our heavenly Friend. 
 
 3 We seek the consecrated grave 
 Along the path he trod ; 
 
 Receive us in the hallowed wave, 
 Thou holy Son of God. 
 
 4 Let earth and heaven our zeal record, 
 And future witness bear ; 
 
 That we to Zion's mighty Lord 
 Our full allegiance swear. 
 
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 c. m. "All Rigkteo-usness." b. beddome. 
 
 Buried beneath the yielding wave, 
 
 The great Redeemer lies ; 
 Faith views him in the watery grave, 
 
 And thence beholds him rise. 
 
 2 Thus do his willing saints, to-day, 
 
 Their ardent zeal express, 
 And, in the Lord's appointed way, 
 
 Fulfill all righteousness. 
 
528 BAPTISM. 
 
 3 With joy we in his footsteps tread, 
 And would his cause maintain ; 
 
 Like him be numbered with the dead, 
 And with him rise and reign. 
 
 4 Now we, blest Saviour, would to thee 
 Our grateful voices raise ; 
 
 Washed in the fountain of thy blood, 
 Our lives shall be thy praise. 
 
 Oli/ c. m. Consecration. b. beddome. 
 
 Witness, ye men and angels, now 
 
 Before the Lord we speak; 
 To him we make our solemn vow, 
 
 A vow we dare not break : — 
 
 2 That, long as life itself shall last, 
 Ourselves to Christ we yield ; 
 
 Nor from his cause will we depart, 
 Or ever quit the field. 
 
 3 We trust not in our native strength, 
 But on his grace rely, 
 
 That with returning wants the Lord 
 Will all our need supply. 
 
 4 Oh, guide our doubtful feet aright, 
 And keep us in thy ways ; 
 
 And, while we turn our vows to prayers, 
 Turn thou our prayers to praise. 
 
 O^J\J s. M. "Via Cruris, Via Lucis." h. w. baker. 
 Oh, what, if we are Christ's, 
 
 Is earthly shame or loss ? 
 Bright shall the crown of glory be, 
 
 When we have borne the cross. 
 
BAPTISM. 529 
 
 2 Keen was the trial once, 
 Bitter the cup of woe, 
 
 When martyred saints, baptized in blood, 
 Christ's sufferings snared below. 
 
 3 Bright is their glory now, 
 Boundless their joy above, 
 
 Where, on the bosom of their God, 
 They rest in perfect love. 
 
 4 Lord, may that grace be ours ! 
 Like them in faith to bear 
 
 All that of sorrow, grief, or pain, 
 May be our portion here ! 
 
 5 Enough, if thou at last 
 The word of blessing give, 
 
 And let us rest beneath thy feet, 
 Where saints and angels live ! 
 
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 " / Can Do A 11 Things" E. OS 
 
 O Saviour, who didst come 
 
 By water and by blood ; 
 Confessed on earth, adored in heaven, 
 
 Eternal Son of God ! 
 
 2 Jesus, our life and hope, 
 To endless years the same ; 
 
 We plead thy gracious promises ; 
 And rest upon thy name. 
 
 3 By faith in thee we live, 
 By faith in thee we stand, 
 
 By thee we vanquish sin and death, 
 And gain the heavenly land. 
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530 CHURCH FELLOWSHIP. 
 
 4 O Lord, increase our faith ; 
 
 Our fearful spirits calm ; 
 Sustain us through this mortal strife. 
 
 Then give the victors palm! 
 
 O/- s. m. " / Haze Peace." h. eoxai 
 
 I HL^R the words of love, 
 I gaze upon the blood, 
 
 1 see the mighty sacrifice, 
 And I have peace with God. 
 
 2 T is everlasting peace, 
 Sure as Jehovah's name ; 
 
 *T is stable as his steadfast throne, 
 For evermore the same. 
 
 3 The clouds may go and come, 
 And storms may sweep my sky ; 
 
 This blood-sealed friendship changes not, 
 The cross is ever nigh. 
 
 4 I change — he changes not; 
 The Christ can never die ; 
 
 His love, not mine, the resting-place ; 
 His truth, not mine, the tie. 
 
 5 My love is ofttimes low, 
 My joy still ebbs and flows ; 
 
 But peace with him remains the same, 
 Xo change Tehovah knows. 
 
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 ;. M. " Christian Love" J. FAWCETT. 
 
 Blest be the tie that binds 
 Our hearts in Christian love : 
 
 The fellowship of kindred minds 
 Is like to that above. 
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CHURCH FELLOWSHIP. 531 
 
 2 Before our Father's throne 
 We pour our ardent prayers ; 
 
 Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, 
 Our comforts and our cares. 
 
 3 We share our mutual woes, 
 Our mutual burdens bear ; 
 
 And often for each other flows 
 The sympathizing tear. 
 
 4 When we asunder part, 
 It gives us inward pain ; 
 
 But we shall still be joined in heart, 
 And hope to meet again. 
 
 5 This glorious hope revives 
 Our courage by the way ; 
 
 While each in expectation lives, 
 And longs to see the day. 
 
 6 From sorrow, toil, and pain, 
 And sin, we shall be free, 
 
 And perfect love and friendship reign 
 Through all eternity. 
 
 O^jt: s. m. Christ* s Presence. c. wesley. 
 
 Jesus, we look to thee, 
 
 Thy promised presence claim ; 
 
 Thou in the midst of us shalt be, 
 Assembled in thy name. 
 
 2 Not in the name of pride 
 
 Or selfishness we meet ; 
 From nature's paths we turn aside, 
 
 And worldly thoughts forget. 
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532 CHURCH FELLOWSHIP. 
 
 3 We meet the grace to take, 
 Which thou hast freely given ; 
 
 We meet on earth for thy dear sake, 
 That we may meet in heaven. 
 
 4 Present we know thou art, 
 But, oh, thyself reveal ! 
 
 Now, Lord, let every bounding heart 
 Thy mighty comfort feel. 
 
 5 Oh, may thy quickening voice 
 The death of sin remove ; 
 
 And bid our inmost souls rejoice, 
 In hope of perfect love. 
 
 O^O s. m. Christian Union. b. beddome. 
 
 Let party names no more 
 
 The Christian world o'erspread ; 
 Gentile and Jew, and bond and free, 
 
 Are one in Christ their head. 
 
 2 Among the saints on earth, 
 Let mutual love be found ; 
 
 Heirs of the same inheritance, 
 With mutual blessings crowned. 
 
 3 Thus will the church below 
 Resemble that above ; 
 
 Where streams of pleasure ever flow, 
 And every heart is love. 
 
 O^O c. m. d. "One Family." c. wesley. 
 
 Let saints below in concert sing 
 
 With those to glory gone; 
 For all the servants of our King 
 In earth and heaven are one. 
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 CHURCH FELLOWSHIP. 533 
 
 One family — we dwell in him — 
 
 One church above, beneath, 
 Though now divided by the stream, 
 
 The narrow stream of death ; — 
 
 2 One army of the living God, 
 To his command we bow ; 
 
 Part of the host have crossed the flood, 
 
 And part are crossing now. 
 Ev'n now to their eternal home 
 
 Some happy spirits fly; 
 And we are to the margin come, 
 
 And soon expect to die. 
 
 3 Ev'n now, by faith, we join our hands 
 With those that went before, 
 
 And greet the ransomedj blessed bands 
 
 Upon the eternal shore. 
 Lord Jesus ! be our constant guide : 
 
 And, when the word is given, 
 Bid death's cold flood its waves divide, 
 
 And land us safe in heaven. 
 
 c. m. d. Hebrews 12 : 18-24. '• watts. 
 
 Not to the terrors of the Lord, 
 
 The tempest, fire, and smoke ; 
 Not to the thunder of that word 
 
 Which God on Sinai spoke ; — 
 But we are come to Zion's hill, 
 
 The city of our God ; 
 Where milder words declare his will, 
 
 And speak his love abroad. 
 
 2 Behold the innumerable host 
 
 Of angels clothed in light ; 
 Behold the spirits of the just, 
 
 Whose faith is turned to sight ! 
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534 CHURCH FELLOWSHIP. 
 
 Behold the blest assembly there, 
 Whose names are writ in heaven ! 
 
 And God, the Judge of all, declare 
 Their vilest sins forgiven. 
 
 3 The saints on earth, and all the dead, 
 
 But one communion make ; 
 All join in Christ, their living Head, 
 
 And of his grace partake. 
 In such society as this 
 
 My weary soul would rest; 
 The man that dwells where Jesus is 
 
 Must be for ever blest. 
 
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 11 One as We Are One." ray palmer. 
 
 Lord, thou on earth didst love thine own, 
 
 Didst love them to the end ; 
 Oh, still from thy celestial throne, 
 
 Let gifts of love descend. 
 
 2 The love the father bears to thee, 
 His own eternal Son, 
 
 Fill all thy saints, till all shall be 
 In pure affection one. 
 
 3 As thou for us didst stoop so low, 
 Warmed by love's holy flame, 
 
 So let our deeds of kindness flow 
 To all that bear thy name. 
 
 4 One blessed fellowship of love, 
 Thy living church should stand, 
 
 Till, faultless, she at last above 
 Shall shine at thy right hand. 
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 WASHING OF SAINTS' FEET. 535 
 
 5 Oh, glorious day, when she, the Bride, 
 
 With her dear Lord appears ! 
 Then, robed in beauty at his side, 
 
 She shall forget her tears ! 
 
 c. m. i John 4 : 21. J. swain. 
 
 How sweet, how heavenly is the sight, 
 
 When those who love the Lord 
 In one another's peace delight, 
 
 And so fulfill his word ! 
 
 2 When each can feel his brother's sigh, 
 And with him bear a part ! 
 
 When sorrow flows from every eye, 
 And joy from heart to heart ! 
 
 3 When, free from envy, scorn, and pride, 
 Our wishes all above, 
 
 Each can his brother's failings hide, 
 And show a brother's love ! 
 
 4 Let love, in one delightful stream, 
 Through every bosom flow; 
 
 And union sweet, and dear esteem, 
 In every action glow. 
 
 5 Love is the golden chain that binds 
 The happy souls above; 
 
 And he 's an heir of heaven who finds 
 His bosom glow with love. 
 
 8s, 7s, 4s. Following Christ. m. s. newcomer. 
 O thou Lamb of God, descending 
 
 To the servant's lowly place, — 
 At the feet of mortals bending, 
 Mark the Lord of sov'reign grace ! 
 
 Humbly washing; 
 Here we meet thee face to face. 
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536 WASHING OF SAINTS' FEET. 
 
 2 Shall we stoop to one another ? 
 Keep the sweet command, "Ye ought," 
 
 Fill the office of a brother, 
 
 And the law our Master taught ? 
 
 Lead us, Saviour, 
 To the cross thy blood hath bought. 
 
 3 Thou hast led, and we must follow, 
 If we would thy servants be; 
 
 Vain profession, loud and hollow, 
 Will not bring our souls to thee; 
 
 We are happy 
 When we yield to thy decree ! 
 
 4 The example thou hast given 
 
 Is for those who trust and " do ; " 
 For thy footsteps lead to heaven, 
 And no other way is true, 
 
 Holy Jesus ! 
 Guide us all our journey through ! 
 
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 1 love the sons of grace, 
 The heirs of bliss divine, 
 
 W 7 ho walk in paths of righteousness, 
 And fly from every sin. 
 
 2 They Jesus' image bear, 
 And his commands obey ; 
 
 They shall at length with him appear 
 In everlasting day. 
 
 3 Their footsteps I '11 pursue 
 With vigor till I die, 
 
 Rejoicing in the pleasing view 
 Of meeting them on high. 
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 OOJj c. m. Christian Obedience, m. s. newcomer. 
 
 While darkness reigns o'er Olive's brow, 
 
 And sad disciples meet, 
 Christ, the Anointed, deigns to bow, 
 
 And wash his people's feet. 
 
 2 Rejoicing with God's only Son, 
 We still his words repeat, 
 
 Eager to do what he hath done, 
 And wash each other's feet. 
 
 3 Not mine to ask the reason why, 
 If I am Christ's alone ; 
 
 He speaks, and shall my soul deny 
 His sceptre and his throne ? 
 
 4 Did Christ abase himself for me, 
 And shall my heart disdain 
 
 To bow itself as low as he, 
 The King of endless reign ? 
 
 5 O God ! thou Helper, crucify 
 Our selfishness and pride; 
 
 And 'neath the glance of Jesus' eye, 
 We '11 crown the Prince who died ! 
 
 OOO l. m. Christ our Example, john winebrenner. 
 The Church of God believes it right 
 
 To think and do as Jesus bade, 
 When on that dark and doleful night 
 He gave his law, and plainly said : — 
 
 2 Mark the example which I give; 
 
 Keep it, and show your mutual love r 
 My precepts do, and you shall live, 
 
 In bliss below, and heaven above. 
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 3 Then, do we love our brethren now ? 
 And are we bound in union sweet ? 
 
 If so, like Jesus, let us bow, 
 
 And let us wash each other's feet. 
 
 4 Let no one be ashamed of this, — 
 Or, Peter-like, turn and say, no ; 
 
 But as we aim for heavenly bliss, 
 We '11 in our Master's footsteps go. 
 
 5 Now, Lord, we '11 wash thy people's feet, 
 And here enjoy their fond embrace ; 
 
 Each with a kiss of friendship greet ; 
 And hope in love to see thy face. 
 
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 If I would be a child of God, 
 
 1 surely must obey his word ; 
 
 With cheerful heart and willing mind, 
 To ail his precepts be inclined. 
 
 Cho. — O blessed Redeemer ! 
 
 Thou who hast died for me ; 
 Whatever thy will may be, dear Lord, 
 I '11 gladly follow thee. 
 
 2 The last great Feast-time having come 
 Before our Lord was going home — 
 Adorned in humbleness complete, 
 
 He washed his twelve disciples' feet. 
 
 3 Then, seated in their midst again, 
 This new example to explain, 
 
 He taught them how to understand, 
 
 And to observe this plain command. 
 
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 4 "Ye call me Lord and Master, — true, 
 For so I am." Then ought ye too 
 
 Be of a meek and lowly mind ; 
 In sweet obedience pleasure find. 
 
 5 If I, your Lord, have seen it meet, 
 To stoop and wash my brethren's feet; 
 No greater than your Lord are ye ; 
 Then in this act do follow me. 
 
 6 Dear Lord, we '11 gladly follow thee : 
 We come in deep humility ; 
 
 Oh, bless us now, while here we meet, 
 Thy will to do in washing feet. 
 
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 In Jesus' name once more we meet, 
 
 To honor him who said : 
 Ye ought to wash each other's feet 
 
 As I the way have led. 
 
 2 With words of love, sublime and sweet, 
 He cheered each fainting heart, 
 
 And washed and wiped thoseloved one's feet, 
 From whom he soon must part. 
 
 3 Girded to serve, the Lord of all 
 Thus taught humility ; 
 
 And still his voice doth on us call, 
 "Fear not, but follow me." 
 
 4 "If I, your Lord and Master, thought 
 A servant's office meet, 
 
 Be not ashamed, but know ye ought 
 To wash each other's feet." 
 
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 5 Yea, Lord, we will remember thee, 
 And keep this plain command ; 
 
 Oh, may our hearts obedient be 
 In one united band. 
 
 OOO c. m. Entire Purification. c. wesley. 
 
 For ever here my rest shall be, 
 
 Close by thy bleeding side ; 
 This all my hope, and all my plea, — 
 
 For me the Saviour died. 
 
 2 My dying Saviour, and my God, 
 Fountain for guilt and sin, 
 
 Oh, wash me ever with thy bloody 
 And cleanse and keep me clean. 
 
 3 Wash me, and make me thus thine own ; 
 Wash me, and mine thou art ; 
 
 Wash me, but not my feet alone, — 
 My hands, my head, my heart. 
 
 4 The atonement of thy blood apply, 
 Till faith to sight improve ; 
 
 Till hope in full fruition die, 
 And all my soul be love. 
 
 OO ( ys. Christ the Exemplar. c. wesley, alt. 
 
 Jesus, all-redeeming Lord, 
 Magnify thy faithful word; 
 In thine ordinance appear ; 
 Come, and meet thy foll'wers here. 
 
 2 In the rite thou hast enjoined, 
 Let us now our Saviour find ; 
 Thine example we repeat, 
 Washing one another's feet. 
 
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 3 Thou our faithful hearts prepare ; 
 Thou thy pard'ning grace declare ; 
 Thou that hast for sinners died, 
 Show thyself the Crucified ! 
 
 4 All the power of sin remove ; 
 Fill us with thy perfect love ; 
 Stamp us with the stamp divine; 
 Seal our souls for ever thine. 
 
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 Know, my soul ! thy full salvation, 
 
 Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care ; 
 Joy to find in every station, 
 
 Something still to do or bear : 
 Think what Spirit dwells within thee ; 
 
 What a Father's smile is thine ; 
 What a Saviour died to win thee ! 
 
 Child of heaven ! should'st thou repine? 
 
 2 Haste thee on from grace to glory, 
 
 Armed by faith and winged by prayer ; 
 Heaven's eternal day 's before thee, 
 
 God's own hand shall guide thee there. 
 Soon shall close thy earthly mission, 
 
 Swift shall pass thy pilgrim days, 
 Hope shall change to glad fruition, 
 
 Faith to sight and prayer to praise. 
 
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 I 'M not ashamed to own my Lord. 
 
 Cho. — Help me, dear Saviour, thee to own, 
 And- ever faithful be, 
 And when thou sitteston thy throne, 
 O Lord ! remember me. 
 (See Hymn No. 541.) 
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 One there is above all others. 
 
 Cho. — I love Jesus, Hallelujah ! 
 
 I love Jesus, yes, I do ; I do love Jesus ; 
 He 's my Saviour, Jesus loves, yes, loves 
 
 me too ! 
 (See Hymn No. 585.) 
 
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 Jesus, my All, to heaven is gone. 
 
 Cho. — O Canaan, bright Canaan, 
 
 I am bound for the land of Canaan ; 
 O Canaan ! it is my happy home ! 
 I am bound for the land of Canaan. 
 (See Hymn No. 334.) 
 
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 Come, ye that love the Lord. 
 
 Cho. — I 'm glad salvation 's free ! 
 I 'm glad salvation 's free ! 
 Salvation 's free for you and me ; 
 I 'm glad salvation 's free ! 
 (See Hymn No. 31.) 
 
 OtO s. m. "We Are Thine." p. doddridge. 
 
 Dear Saviour ! we are thine, 
 
 By everlasting bands ; 
 Our hearts, our souls, we would resign 
 
 Entirely to thy hands. 
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 2 To thee we still would cleave 
 With ever-growing zeal ; 
 
 If millions tempt us Christ to leave, 
 Oh, let them ne'er prevail ! 
 
 3 Thy Spirit shall unite 
 
 Our souls to thee, our Head; 
 Shall form in us thine image bright, 
 And teach thy paths to tread. 
 
 4 Death may our souls divide 
 From these abodes of clay ; 
 
 But love shall keep us near thy side, 
 Through all the gloomy way. 
 
 5 Since Christ and we are one, 
 Why should we doubt or fear ? 
 
 If he in heaven has fixed his throne, 
 He '11 fix his members there. 
 
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 m. At Closing. A. R. WOLFE. 
 
 A PARTING hymn we sing, 
 
 Around thy table, Lord ; 
 Again our grateful tribute bring, 
 
 Our solemn vows record. 
 
 2 Here have we seen thy face, 
 And felt thy presence here ; 
 
 So may the savor of thy grace 
 In word and life appear. 
 
 3 The purchase of thy blood — 
 By sin no longer led — 
 
 The path our dear Redeemer trod 
 May we rejoicing tread. 
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 4 In self-forgetting love 
 Be our communion shown, 
 
 Until we join the church above, 
 And know as we are known. 
 
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 . m. The Invitation. I. watts. 
 
 Jesus invites his saints 
 
 To meet around his board; 
 Here pardoned rebels sit and hold 
 
 Communion with their Lord. 
 
 2 This holy bread and wine 
 Maintains our fainting breath ; 
 
 By union with our living Lord, 
 And interest in his death. 
 
 3 Our heavenly Father calls 
 Christ and his members one ; 
 
 We, the young children of his love, 
 And he, the first-born Son. 
 
 4 Let all our powers be joined, 
 His glorious name to raise ; 
 
 Pleasure and love fill every mind 
 And every voice be praise. 
 
 5 To God, the Father, Son, 
 And Spirit, glory be, 
 
 As was, and is, and shall remain 
 Through all eternity ! 
 
 . m. Great Wishes. c. wesley. 
 
 Jesus, my strength, my hope, 
 
 On thee I cast my care, 
 With humble confidence look up, 
 
 And know thou hear'st my prayer. 
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 2 I want a sober mind, 
 A self-renouncing will, 
 
 That tramples down, and casts behind 
 The lures of pleasing ill ; — 
 
 3 I want a godly fear, 
 
 A quick-discerning eye, 
 That looks to thee when sin is near, 
 And sees the tempter fly ; — 
 
 4 A spirit still prepared, 
 
 And armed with jealous care, 
 For ever standing on its guard, 
 And watching unto prayer. 
 
 Ort I s. m. The Ark of God. w. a. muhlenberg. 
 
 Like Noah's weary dove, 
 
 That soared the earth around, 
 
 But not a resting-place above 
 The cheerless waters found ; — 
 
 2 Oh, cease, my wandering soul, 
 On restless wing to roam ; 
 
 All this wide world, to either pole, 
 Hath not for thee a home. 
 
 3 Behold the ark of God ! 
 Behold the open door ! 
 
 Oh, haste to gain that dear abode, 
 And rove, my soul, no more. 
 
 4 There safe thou shalt abide, 
 There sweet shall be thy rest ; 
 
 And every longing satisfied, 
 With full salvation blest. 
 
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 m. " This is My Blood." e. di 
 
 Blest feast of love divine ! 
 
 'T is grace that makes us free 
 To feed upon this bread and wine, 
 
 In memory, Lord, of thee. 
 
 2 That blood which flowed for sin, 
 In symbol here we see, 
 
 And feel the blessed pledge within, 
 That we are loved of thee. 
 
 3 Oh, if this glimpse of love 
 Be so divinely sweet, 
 
 What will it be, O Lord, above, 
 Thy gladdening smile to meet ! 
 
 m. Christ, Our Righteousness, c. wesley, alt. 
 
 For ever here my rest ! 
 
 Close to thy bleeding side ; 
 This all my hope, and all my plea — 
 
 For me the Saviour died. 
 
 2 My Saviour, and my God ! 
 
 Fountain for guilt and sin ! 
 Sprinkle me ever with thy blood ! 
 
 And cleanse and keep me clean. 
 
 M. "The Banqueting House." c. 
 
 Jesus, we thus obey 
 
 Thy last and kindest word, 
 And in thine own appointed way 
 
 We come to meet thee, Lord ! 
 
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 2 Thus we remember thee, 
 And take this bread and wine 
 
 As thine own dying legacy, 
 And our redemption's sign. 
 
 3 Thy presence makes the feast; 
 Now let our spirits feel 
 
 The glory not to be expressed, — 
 The joy unspeakable ! 
 
 4 With high and heavenly bliss 
 Thou dost our spirits cheer ; 
 
 Thy house of banqueting is this, 
 And thou hast brought us here. 
 
 5 Now let our souls be fed 
 With manna from above, 
 
 And over us thy banner spread 
 Of everlasting love. 
 
 7s. "Christ, Our Passover." r. campbell, tr. 
 
 At the Lamb's high feast we sing 
 Praise to our victorious King, 
 Who hath washed us in the tide, 
 Flowing from his wounded side. 
 
 2 Where the Paschal blood is poured, 
 Death's dark angel sheathes his sword; 
 Israel's hosts triumphant go 
 Through the wave that drowns the foe. 
 
 3 Christ, our Paschal Lamb, is slain, 
 Holy victim, without stain ; 
 
 Death and hell defeated lie, 
 Heaven unfolds its gates on high. 
 
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 4 Hymns of glory and of praise, 
 Father, unto thee we raise ; 
 Risen Lord, all praise to thee, 
 With the Spirit ever be. 
 
 OQ<£ js. " This is My Body." j. conder 
 
 Bread of heaven ! on thee we feed, 
 For thy flesh is meat indeed : 
 Ever let our souls be fed 
 With this true and living bread ! 
 
 2 Vine of heaven ! thy blood supplies 
 This blest cup of sacrifice : 
 
 Lord I thy wounds our healing give, 
 To thy cross we look and live. 
 
 3 Day by day, with strength supplied, 
 Through the life of him who died : 
 Lord of life ! oh, let us be, 
 
 Rooted, grafted, built on thee ! 
 
 OOO 7s. Wounded for Us. ANON. 
 
 Jesus, Master ! hear me now, 
 While I would renew my vow. 
 And record thy dying love; 
 Hear, and help me from above. 
 
 2 Feed me, Saviour, with this bread, 
 Broken in thy body's stead ; 
 
 Cheer my spirit with this wine, 
 Streaming like that blood of thine. 
 
 3 And as now I eat and drink, 
 Let me truly, sweetly think, 
 Thou didst hang upon the tree, 
 Broken, bleeding, there — for me ! 
 
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 " Thitie for Ever :" m. f. maude. 
 
 Thine for ever ! God of love, 
 Hear us from thy throne above ! 
 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 ! 
 
 7s. Three Mountains. j. Montgomery. 
 
 When on Sinai's top I see 
 God descend, in majesty, 
 To proclaim his holy law, 
 All my spirit sinks with awe. 
 
 2 When, in ecstasy sublime, 
 Tabor's glorious steep I climb, 
 At the too transporting light, 
 Darkness rushes o'er my sight. 
 
 3 When on Calvary I rest, 
 God, in flesh made manifest, 
 Shines in my Redeemer's face, 
 Full of beauty, truth, and grace. 
 
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 4 Here I would for ever stay, 
 Weep and gaze my soul away ; 
 Thou art heaven on earth to me, 
 Lovely, mournful Calvary ! 
 
 OOU 7s. " Lovest Thou Me?" w. cowper. 
 
 Hark ! my soul ! it is the Lord ; 
 'Tis thy Saviour — hear his word: 
 Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee, 
 " Say, poor sinner, lovest thou me ? 
 
 2 " I delivered thee when bound, 
 
 And when bleeding, healed thy wound : 
 Sought thee wandering, set thee right, 
 Turned thy darkness into light. 
 
 3 " Can a woman's tender care 
 Cease towards the child she bare ? 
 Yes, she may forgetful be, 
 
 Yet will I remember thee. 
 
 4 " Mine is an unchanging love, 
 Higher than the heights above ; 
 Deeper than the depths beneath — 
 Free and faithful — strong as death. 
 
 5 " Thou shalt see my glory soon, 
 When the work of grace is done ; 
 Partner of my throne shalt be ! 
 Say, poor sinner ! lovest thou me?" 
 
 6 Lord ! it is my chief complaint, 
 That my love is weak and faint ; 
 Yet I love thee, and adore ; — 
 Oh, for grace to love thee more. 
 
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 7s. " Thy People shall be my Peofile." 
 
 People of the living God, 
 
 I have sought the world around, 
 
 Paths of sin and sorrow trod, 
 
 Peace and comfort nowhere found. 
 
 2 Now to you my spirit turns, — 
 Turns, a fugitive unblest; 
 
 Brethren, where your altar burns, 
 Oh, receive me into rest ! 
 
 3 Lonely I no longer roam, 
 
 Like the cloud, the wind, the wave : 
 Where you dwell shall be my home, 
 Where you die shall be my grave ; — 
 
 4 Mine the God whom you adore, 
 Your Redeemer shall be mine ; 
 
 Earth can fill my soul no more, 
 Every idol I resign. 
 
 Feeding on Christ. j. cennick. 
 
 Together with these symbols, Lord, 
 
 Thy blessed self impart ; 
 And let thy holy flesh and blood 
 
 Feed the believing heart. 
 
 2 Let us from all our sins be washed 
 In thy atoning blood ; 
 
 And let thy Spirit be the seal 
 That we are born of God. 
 
 3 Come, Holy Ghost, with Jesus' love, 
 Prepare us for this feast ; 
 
 Oh, let us banquet with our Lord, 
 And lean upon his breast. 
 
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 OOi/ c. m. " Friend of Sinners" 
 
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 Jesus ! thou art the sinner's Friend ; 
 
 As such I look to thee ; 
 Now, in the fullness of thy love, 
 
 O Lord ! remember me. 
 
 2 Remember thy pure word of grace, — 
 
 Remember Calvary ; 
 Remember all thy dying groans, 
 
 And then remember me. 
 
 3 Thou wondrous Advocate with God ! 
 
 I yield myself to thee ; 
 While thou art sitting on thy throne, 
 
 Dear Lord ! remember me. 
 
 4 Lord ! I am guilty — I am vile, 
 But thy salvation 's free ; 
 
 Then, in thine all-abounding grace, 
 Dear Lord ! remember me. 
 
 ObU c. M. "Prepare Us, Lord" t. cotter ill. 
 
 Prepare us, Lord, to view thy cross, 
 Who all our griefs hast borne : 
 
 To look on thee, whom we have pierced — 
 To look on thee and mourn. 
 
 2 While thus we mourn, we would rejoice; 
 
 And as thy cross we see, 
 Let each exclaim, in faith and hope, 
 
 " The Saviour died for me ! " 
 
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 O fc) 1 c. m. Persistent Love. I. watts. 
 
 How SWEET and awful is the place, 
 
 With Christ within the doors, 
 While everlasting love displays 
 
 The choicest of her stores. 
 
 2 While all our hearts, and all our songs, 
 Join to admire the feast, 
 
 Each of us cries with thankful tongue, — 
 " Lord, why was I a guest ? 
 
 3 " Why w r as I made to hear thy voice, 
 And enter while there 's room, 
 
 When thousands make a wretched choice, 
 And rather starve than come ? " 
 
 4 'T was the same love that spread the feast, 
 That sweetly drew us in ; 
 
 Else we had still refused to taste, 
 And perished in our sin. 
 
 5 Pity the nations, O our God ! 
 Constrain the earth to come ; 
 
 Send thy victorious word abroad, 
 And bring the strangers home. 
 
 OO^ cm. " I Will Remember Thee '." j. Montgomery. 
 According to thy gracious word, 
 
 In meek humility, 
 This will I do, my dying Lord, 
 I will remember thee. 
 
 2 Thy body, broken for my sake, 
 My bread from heaven shall be ; 
 
 Thy testamental cup I take, 
 And thus remember thee. 
 
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 3 Gethsemane can I forget? 
 Or there thy conflict see, 
 
 Thine agony and bloody sweat, 
 And not remember thee ? 
 
 4 When to the cross I turn mine eyes, 
 And rest on Calvary, 
 
 O Lamb of God, my sacrifice ! 
 I must remember thee : — 
 
 5 Remember thee, and all thy pains 
 And all thy love to me ; 
 
 Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains, 
 Will I remember thee. 
 
 6 And when these failing lips grow dumb, 
 And mind and memory flee, 
 
 When thou shalt in thy kingdom come, 
 Then, Lord, remember me ! 
 
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 "The Cufi of Blessing." c. wesley. 
 
 Jesus, at whose supreme command 
 
 We now approach to God, 
 Before us in thy vesture stand, 
 
 Thy vesture dipped in blood. 
 
 2 Now, Saviour, now thyself reveal, 
 And make thy nature known ; 
 
 Affix thy blessed Spirit's seal, 
 And stamp us for thine own. 
 
 3 Obedient to thy gracious word, 
 We break the hallowed bread, 
 
 Commemorate our dying Lord, 
 And trust on thee to feed. 
 
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 4 The cup of blessing, blessed by thee, 
 
 Let it thy blood impart ; 
 The broken bread thy body be, 
 
 To cheer each languid heart. 
 
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 " Greater Love hath no Man" G. t. noel. 
 If human kindness meets return, 
 
 And owns the grateful tie; 
 If tender thoughts within us burn, 
 
 To feel a friend is nigh ; — 
 
 2 Oh, shall not warmer accents tell 
 The gratitude we owe 
 
 To him, who died our fears to quell — 
 Who bore our guilt and woe ! 
 
 3 While yet in anguish he surveyed 
 Those pangs he would not flee, 
 
 What love his latest words displayed, — 
 " Meet and remember me ! " 
 
 4 Remember thee — thy death, thy shame, 
 Our sinful hearts to share ! 
 
 O memory ! leave no other name 
 But his recorded there. 
 
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 8s, 7s. "In Remembrance" e. denny. 
 
 While in sweet communion feeding 
 
 On this earthly bread and wine, 
 Saviour, may we see thee bleeding 
 
 On the cross, to make us thine. 
 
 2 Though unseen, now be thou near us, 
 With the still small voice of love ; 
 
 Whispering words of peace to cheer us — 
 Every doubt and fear remove. 
 
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 3 Bring before us all the story, 
 Of thy life, and death of woe ; 
 
 And, with hopes of endless glory, 
 Wean our hearts from all below. 
 
 OOO 8s, 7s. " H is Banner." R. park. 
 
 Jesus spreads his banner o'er us, 
 
 Cheers our famished souls with food ; 
 
 He the banquet spreads before us, 
 Of his mystic flesh and blood. 
 
 2 Precious banquet ; bread of heaven ; 
 Wine of gladness, flowing free ; 
 
 May we taste it, kindly given 
 In remembrance, Lord, of thee ! 
 
 3 In thy trial and rejection; 
 
 In thy sufferings on the tree ; 
 In thy glorious resurrection ; 
 May we, Lord, remember thee ! 
 
 GUI 8s, 7s. " Follow Me" c. f. Alexander. 
 
 Jesus calls us, o'er the tumult 
 Of our life's wild, restless sea; 
 
 Day by day his sweet voice soundeth, 
 Saying, Christian, follow me ! 
 
 2 Jesus calls us — from the worship 
 Of the vain world's golden store ; 
 
 From each idol that would keep us, — 
 Saying, Christian, love me more ! 
 
 3 In our joys and in our sorrows, 
 Days of toil and hours of ease, 
 
 Still he calls, in cares and pleasures, — 
 Christian, love me more than these ! 
 
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 4 Jesus calls us ! by thy mercies, 
 
 Saviour, may we hear thy call ; 
 Give our hearts to thy obedience, 
 
 Serve and love thee best of all ! 
 
 8s, 7s. " Take my Heart." anon. 
 
 Take my heart, O Father ! take it ; 
 
 Make and keep it all thine own ; 
 Let thy Spirit melt and break it — 
 
 This proud heart of sin and stone. 
 
 2 Father, make me pure and lowly, 
 Fond of peace and far from strife ; 
 
 Turning from the paths unholy 
 Of this vain and sinful life. 
 
 3 Ever let thy grace surround me, 
 Strengthen me with power divine, 
 
 Till thy cords of love have bound me : 
 Make me to be wholly thine. 
 
 4 May the blood of Jesus heal me, 
 And my sins be all forgiven ; 
 
 Holy Spirit, take and seal me, 
 Guide me in the path to heaven. 
 
 8s, 7s. Before the Cross. j. allen. 
 
 Sweet the moments, rich in blessing, 
 Which before the cross we spend ; 
 
 Life, and health, and peace possessing, 
 From the sinner's dying Friend. 
 
 2 Truly blessed is this station, 
 
 Low before his cross to lie, 
 While we see divine compassion, 
 
 Beaming in his gracious eye. 
 
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 3 Love and grief our hearts dividing, 
 With our tears his feet we bathe ; 
 
 Constant still, in faith abiding, 
 Life deriving from his death. 
 
 4 For thy sorrows we adore thee, 
 
 For the pains that wrought our peace, 
 Gracious Saviour ! we implore thee 
 In our souls thy love increase. 
 
 5 Here we feel our sins forgiven, 
 While upon the Lamb we gaze ; 
 
 And our thoughts are all of heaven, 
 And our lips o'erflow with praise. 
 
 6 Still in ceaseless contemplation, 
 Fix our hearts and eyes on thee, 
 
 Till we taste thy full salvation, 
 And, unvailed, thy glories see. 
 
 OiU 8s, 7s. Parting Hymn. j. rowe. 
 
 From the table now retiring, 
 
 Which for us the Lord hath spread, 
 
 May our souls, refreshment finding, 
 Grow in all things like our Head ! 
 
 2 His example while beholding, 
 May our lives his image bear ; 
 
 Him our Lord and Master calling, 
 His commands may we revere. 
 
 3 Love to God and man displaying, 
 Walking steadfast in his way, 
 
 Joy attend us in believing, 
 
 Peace from God, through endless day. 
 
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 4 Praise and honor to the Father, 
 
 Praise and honor to the Son, 
 Praise and honor to the Spirit, 
 
 Ever Three and ever One. 
 
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 Rock of Ages, cleft for me ! 
 
 Let me hide myself in thee ; 
 
 Let the water and the blood, 
 
 From thy wounded side that flowed, 
 
 Be of sin the perfect cure ; 
 
 Save me, Lord ! and make me pure. 
 
 2 Should my tears for ever flow, 
 Should my zeal no languor know, 
 This for sin could not atone, 
 Thou must save and thou alone : 
 In my hand no price I bring ; 
 Simply to thy cross I cling. 
 
 3 While I draw this fleeting breath, 
 When mine eyelids close in death, 
 When I rise to worlds unknown, 
 And behold thee on thy throne, 
 Rock of ages, cleft for me ! 
 
 Let me hide myself in thee. 
 
 7s, 6 1. i( Manifest Thyself" r. m 
 
 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. 
 
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 2 Lamb of God ! to thee I cry : 
 By thy bitter agony, 
 
 By thy pangs to us unknown, 
 By thy spirit's parting groan, 
 Lord, thy presence let me see, 
 Manifest thyself to me. 
 
 3 Prince of Life ! to thee I cry: 
 By thy glorious majesty, 
 
 By thy triumph o'er the grave, 
 Meek to suffer, strong to save, 
 Lord, thy presence let me see, 
 Manifest thyself to me. 
 
 4 Lord of glory, God most high, 
 Man exalted to the sky ! 
 
 With thy love my bosom fill, 
 Prompt me to perform thy will; 
 Then thy glory I shall see, 
 Thou wilt brina me home to thee. 
 
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 7s, 6 1. "Till He Come." e. h. bickersteth. 
 
 " Till he come:" oh, let the words 
 Linger on the trembling chords ; 
 Let the little while between 
 In their golden light be seen ; 
 Let us think how heaven and home 
 Lie beyond that — " Till he come." 
 
 2 When the weary ones we love 
 Enter on their rest above, 
 Seems the earth so poor and vast, 
 All our life joy overcast ? 
 Hush, be every murmur dumb ; 
 It is only — " Till he come." 
 
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 THE lord's supper. 561 
 
 3 See, the feast of love is spread, 
 Drink the wine, and break the bread ; 
 Sweet memorials, — till the Lord 
 Call us round his heavenly board ; 
 Some from earth, from glory some, 
 Severed only — " Till he come." 
 
 7s, 6 I. " Wash Me, Saviour." a. m. toplady 
 
 Rock of Ages, cleft for me ! 
 
 Let me hide myself in thee ; 
 
 Let the water and the blood, 
 
 From thy wounded side that flowed, 
 
 Be of sin the double cure ; 
 
 Cleanse me from its guilt and power. 
 
 2 Not the labor of my hands 
 Can fulfill the 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 A ges, cleft for me ! 
 
 Let me hide myself in thee. 
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562 THE lord's supper. 
 
 O • O 7s, 6 1. "Take My Heart." c. wesi 
 
 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
 One in Three, and Three in One, 
 
 As by the celestial host, 
 
 Let thy will on earth be done ; 
 
 Praise by all to thee be given, 
 
 Glorious Lord of earth and heaven I 
 
 2 Vilest of the fallen race, 
 Lo, I answer to thy call ; 
 
 Meanest vessel of thy grace, 
 Grace divinely free for all ; 
 Lo, I come to do thy will, 
 All thy counsel to fulfill. 
 
 3 If so poor a worm as I 
 May to thy great glory live, 
 
 All my actions sanctify, 
 
 All my words and thoughts receive ; 
 Claim me for thy service, claim 
 
 All I have, and all I am. 
 
 4 Take my soul and body's powers, 
 Take my memory, mind and will, 
 
 All my goods, and all my hours, 
 All I know and all I feel, 
 
 All I think, or speak, or do ; 
 
 Take my heart, but make it new. 
 
 876 
 
 8s, 7s, d. " Eben-ezer" R. R 
 
 Come, thou Fount of every blessing, 
 Tune my heart to sing thy grace ; 
 
 Streams of mercy, never ceasing, 
 Call for songs of loudest praise ; 
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THE lord's supper. 563 
 
 Teach me some melodious sonnet, 
 Sung by flaming tongues above; 
 
 Praise the mount — I 'm fixed upon it ! — 
 Mount of thy redeeming love. 
 
 2 Here I '11 raise mine Eben-ezer ; 
 Hither by thy help I 'm come ; 
 
 And I hope, by thy good pleasure, 
 
 Safely to arrive at home. 
 Jesus sought me when a stranger, 
 
 Wandering from the fold of God ; 
 He, to rescue me from danger, 
 
 Interposed his precious blood. 
 
 3 Oh, to grace how great a debtor 
 Daily I 'm constrained to be ! 
 
 Let thy goodness, like a fetter, 
 Bind my wandering heart to thee ; 
 
 Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it ; 
 Prone to leave the God I love; 
 
 Here 's my heart ; oh, take and seal it ; 
 Seal it for thy courts above. 
 
 O • I p. m. "Till He Come." g. rawson. 
 
 By Christ redeemed, in Christ restored, 
 We keep the memory adored, 
 And show the death of our dear Lord, 
 Until he come. 
 
 2 His body broken in our stead 
 Is here, in this memorial bread ; 
 And so our feeble love is fed, 
 
 Until he come. 
 
 3 His fearful drops of agony, 
 His life-blood shed for us we see : 
 The wine shall tell the mystery, 
 
 Until he come. 
 
564 THE lord's supper. 
 
 4 And thus that dark betrayal night, 
 With the last advent we unite — 
 The shame, the glory, by this rite, 
 
 Until he come. 
 
 5 Until the trump of God be heard, 
 Until the ancient graves be stirred, 
 And with the great commanding word 
 
 The Lord shall come. 
 
 6 Oh, blessed hope ! with this elate, 
 Let not our hearts be desolate, 
 But, strong in faith, in patience wait, 
 
 Until he come. 
 
 O • O us, ios. "We would see Jesus." anon. 
 
 We would see Jesus — for the shadows lengthen 
 Across this little landscape of our life ; 
 
 We would see Jesus, our weak faith to strengthen 
 For the last weariness — the final strife. 
 
 2 We would see Jesus — the great Rock Foundation, 
 Whereon our feet were set with sovereign grace ; 
 
 Not life, nor death, with all their agitation, 
 Can thence remove us, if we see his face. 
 
 3 We would see Jesus — other lights are paling, 
 Which for long years we have rejoiced to see ; 
 
 The blessings of our pilgrimage are failing, 
 We would not mourn them, for we go to thee. 
 
 4 We would see Jesus — this is all we 're needing, 
 Strength, joy, and willingness come with the sight; 
 
 We would see Jesus, dying, risen, pleading, 
 Then welcome day, and farewell mortal night ! 
 
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THE LORD'S SUPPER. 565 
 
 O li/ us, ios. Trusty Strength, Calmness, s. johnson, alt. 
 Saviour, in thy mysterious presence kneeling, 
 
 Fain would our souls feel all thy kindling love ; 
 For we are weak, and need some deep revealing 
 
 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 morrow, — 
 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 its will, 
 
 Or we despair, — oh, may that peace rise slowly, 
 Stronger than agony, and we be still ! 
 
 4 Now, Saviour, now, in thy dear presence kneeling, 
 Our spirits yearn to feel thy kindling love ; 
 
 Now make us strong, we need thy deep revealing 
 Of trust, and strength, and calmness from above. 
 
 880 
 
 7s, 6s, 8s. "Calvary." c. wesley. 
 
 Lamb of God, whose dying love 
 
 We now recall to mind, 
 Send the answer from above, 
 
 And let us mercy find : 
 Think on us who think on thee, 
 
 And every struggling soul release; 
 Oh, remember Calvary, 
 
 And bid us go in peace. 
 
 2 By thine agonizing pain, 
 
 And bloody sweat, we pray, 
 By thy dying love to man, 
 
 Take all our sins away : 
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566 the lord's supper. 
 
 Burst our bonds, and set us free ; 
 
 From all iniquity release ; 
 Oh, remember Calvary, 
 
 And bid us go in peace ! 
 
 3 Let thy blood, by faith applied, 
 
 The sinner's pardon seal ; 
 Speak us freely justified, 
 
 And all our sickness heal : 
 By thy passion on the tree, 
 
 Let all our griefs and troubles cease ; 
 Oh, remember Calvary, 
 
 And bid us go in peace ! 
 
 881 
 
 Cant. 5:1. T. HASTING 
 
 Forget thyself ! Christ bade thee come 
 
 To think upon his love, 
 Which could reverse the sinner's doom, 
 
 And write his name above; 
 Bid the returning rebel live, 
 And freely all his sins forgive. 
 
 2 Forget thyself ! and think what pain, 
 What agony he bore, 
 
 To wash away each guilty stain, 
 
 To bless thee evermore : 
 To fit thee for his high abode, 
 The temple of the living God. 
 
 3 Forget thyself! but let thy soul 
 With memories o'erflow, 
 
 Rejoice in his supreme control, 
 
 And seek his will to know : 
 With thankful heart approach the feast, 
 And thou wilt be a welcome guest. 
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 883 
 
 THE lord's supper. 567 
 
 Long-suffering. a. Steele. 
 
 Dear Saviour, when my thoughts recall 
 
 The wonders of thy grace, 
 Low at thy feet ashamed, I fall, 
 
 And hide this wretched face. 
 
 2 Shall love like thine be thus repaid ? 
 Ah, vile, ungrateful heart ! 
 
 By earth's low cares so oft betrayed, 
 From Jesus to depart. 
 
 3 But he for his own mercy's sake, 
 My wandering soul restores ; 
 
 He bids the mourning heart partake 
 The pardon it implores. 
 
 4 Oh, while I breathe to thee, my Lord, 
 The deep repentant sigh, 
 
 Confirm the kind, forgiving word, 
 With pity in thine eye. 
 
 5 Then shall the mourner at thy feet 
 Rejoice to seek thy face ; 
 
 And, grateful, own how kind, how sweet, 
 Thy condescending grace. 
 
 7s, 6 1. (i In Remembrance." t. Hastings. 
 
 Saviour of our ruined race, 
 
 Fountain of redeeming grace, 
 
 Let us now thy fullness see, 
 
 While we here converse with thee; 
 
 Hearken to our ardent prayer, — 
 
 Let us all thy blessing share. 
 
 2 While we thus, with glad accord, 
 Meet around thy table, Lord, 
 Bid us feast with joy divine, 
 On the appointed bread and wine : 
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568 THE lord's supper. 
 
 Emblems may they truly prove, 
 Of our Saviour's bleeding love. 
 
 3 Weak, unworthy, sinful, vile, 
 Yet we seek thy heavenly smile : 
 Canst thou all our sins forgive ? 
 Dost thou bid us look and live ? 
 Lord, we wonder and adore ! 
 Oh, for grace to love thee more. 
 
 884 
 
 885 
 
 "Planted in Christ." s. F. smith. 
 
 Planted in Christ, the living vine, 
 
 This day, with one accord, 
 Ourselves, with humble faith and joy, 
 
 We yield to thee, O Lord ! 
 
 2 Joined in one body may we be : 
 One inward life partake ; 
 
 One be our heart, one heavenly hope 
 In every bosom wake. 
 
 3 In prayer, in effort, tears, and toils, 
 One wisdom be our guide ; 
 
 Taught by one Spirit from above, 
 In thee may we abide. 
 
 4 Then, when among the saints in light 
 Our joyful spirits shine, 
 
 Shall anthems of immortal praise, 
 O Lamb of God, be thine ! 
 
 7s, 6s, d. Ancient Hymn. ray palmer, tr. 
 
 O Bread, to pilgrims given, 
 
 O Food, that angels eat, 
 O manna, sent from heaven, 
 
 For heaven-born natures meet ! 
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 Give us, for thee long pining, 
 
 To eat till richly filled ; 
 Till, earth's delights resigning, 
 
 Our every wish is stilled. 
 
 2 O Water, life-bestowing, 
 
 From out the Saviour's heart! 
 A fountain purely flowing, 
 
 A fount of love thou art ; 
 Oh, let us, freely tasting, 
 
 Our burning thirst assuage ! 
 Thy sweetness, never wasting, 
 
 Avails from age to age. 
 
 3 Jesus ! this feast receiving, 
 
 We thee unseen adore ; 
 Thy faithful word believing, 
 
 We take, and doubt no more ; 
 Give us, thou true and loving! 
 
 On earth to live in thee ; 
 Then, death the vail removing, 
 
 Thy glorious face to see. 
 
 7s, 6s, d. Ho$e at the Cross. 
 
 When human hopes all wither, 
 
 And friends no aid supply, 
 Then whither, Lord, ah ! whither 
 
 Can turn my straining eye ? 
 'Mid storms of grief still rougher, 
 
 'Midst darker, deadlier shade, 
 That cross where thou didst suffer, 
 
 On Calvary was displayed. 
 
570 THE lord's supper. 
 
 2 On that my gaze I fasten, 
 
 My refuge that I make ; 
 Though sorely thou mayst chasten, 
 
 Thou never canst forsake : 
 Thou, on that cross didst languish, 
 
 Ere glory crowned thy head ! 
 And I, through death and anguish, 
 
 Must be to glory led. 
 
 OOI l. m. Crucifying Afresh. c. f. Alexander. 
 
 O Jesus ! bruised and wounded more 
 
 Than bursted grape, or bread of wheat, 
 The Life of life within our souls, 
 
 The Cup of our salvation sweet ; — 
 
 2 We come to show thy dying hour, 
 Thy streaming vein, thy broken flesh ; 
 
 And still the blood is warm to save, 
 And still the fragrant wounds are fresh. 
 
 3 O Heart ! that, with a double tide 
 Of blood and water, maketh pure ; 
 
 O Flesh ! once offered on the cross, 
 
 The gift that makes our pardon sure ; — 
 
 4 Let never more our sinful souls 
 The anguish of thy cross renew ; 
 
 Nor forge again the cruel nails, 
 
 That pierced thy victim body through. 
 
 OOO L. m. Consecration. j. Montgomery. 
 
 Jesus ! our best beloved Friend, 
 On thy redeeming name we call; 
 
 Jesus ! in love to us descend, 
 Pardon and sanctify us all. 
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THE LORD'S SUPPER. 571 
 
 2 Our souls and bodies we resign, 
 To fear and follow thy commands ; 
 
 Oh, take our hearts, our hearts are thine, 
 Accept the service of our hands. 
 
 3 Firm, faithful, watching unto prayer, 
 Our Master's voice will we obey, 
 
 Toil in the vineyard here, and bear 
 The heat and burden of the day. 
 
 4 Yet, Lord, for us a resting-place, 
 
 In heaven, at thy right hand prepare ; 
 And till we see thee face to face, 
 Be all our conversation there. 
 
 889 
 
 " Our Lord is Crucified." f. w. faber. 
 
 Oh, come, and mourn with me awhile ; 
 
 Oh, come ye to the Saviour's side; 
 Oh, come, together let us mourn ; 
 
 Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. 
 
 2 Have we no tears to shed for him, 
 While soldiers scoff and Jews deride ? 
 
 Ah, look how patiently he hangs ; 
 Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. 
 
 3 Come, let us stand beneath the cross ; 
 So may the blood from out his side 
 
 Fall gently on us drop by drop ; 
 Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. 
 
 4 A broken heart, a fount of tears 
 Ask, and they will not be denied ; 
 
 Lord Jesus, may we love and weep, 
 Since thou for us art crucified. 
 
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 890 
 
 7s, 6s, d. " Come Over, and Help Us." r. 
 
 From Greenland's icy mountains, 
 
 From India's coral strand, 
 Where Afric's sunny fountains 
 
 Roll down their golden sand, — 
 From many an ancient river, 
 
 From many a palmy plain, 
 They call us to deliver 
 
 Their land from error's chain. 
 
 2 What though the spicy breezes 
 Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle ; 
 
 Though every prospect pleases, 
 
 And only man is vile ; • 
 In vain with lavish kindness 
 
 The gifts of God are strown ; 
 The heathen, in his blindness, 
 
 Bows down to wood and stone ! 
 
 3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted 
 With wisdom from on high, — 
 
 Shall we, to men benighted, 
 
 The lamp of life deny ? 
 Salvation, oh, salvation ! 
 
 The joyful sound proclaim, 
 Till earth's remotest nation 
 
 Has learned Messiah's name. 
 
 4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, 
 And you, ye waters, roll, 
 
 Till, like a sea of glory, 
 
 It spreads from pole to pole ; 
 
 Till o'er our ransomed nature 
 The Lamb for sinners slain, 
 
 Redeemer, King, Creator, 
 In bliss returns to reign ! 
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891 
 
 MISSIONS AND GROWTH. 573 
 
 7s, 6s, d. The Day of Jubilee. b. gough. 
 
 How beauteous on the mountains, 
 
 The feet of him that brings, 
 Like streams from living fountains, 
 
 Good tidings of good things ; 
 That publisheth salvation, 
 
 And jubilee release, 
 To every tribe and nation, 
 
 God's reign of joy and peace! 
 
 2 Lift up thy voice, O watchman ! 
 
 And shout, from Zion's towers, 
 Thy hallelujah chorus, — 
 
 " The victory is ours ! " 
 The Lord shall build up Zion 
 
 In glory and renown, 
 And Jesus, Judah's lion, 
 
 Shall wear his rightful crown. 
 
 3 Break forth in hymns of gladness, 
 
 O waste Jerusalem ! 
 Let songs, instead of sadness, 
 
 Thy jubilee proclaim ; 
 The Lord, in strength victorious, 
 
 Upon thy foes hath trod; 
 Behold, O earth ! the glorious 
 
 Salvation of our God ! 
 
 Ot/iy 7s, 6s, d. Home Missions. m. f. Anderson. 
 
 Our country's voice is pleading. 
 
 Ye men of God, arise ! 
 His providence is leading, 
 The land before you lies ; 
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574 CHURCH: — MISSIONS AND GROWTH. 
 
 Day-gleams are o'er it brightening, 
 And promise clothes the soil ; 
 
 Wide fields, for harvest whitening, 
 Invite the reaper's toil. 
 
 2 Go, where the waves are breaking 
 
 On California's shore, 
 Christ's precious gospel taking, 
 
 More rich than golden ore ; 
 On Alleghany's mountains, 
 
 Through all the western vale, 
 Beside Missouri's fountains, 
 
 Rehearse the wondrous tale. 
 
 3 The love of Christ unfolding, 
 
 Speed on from east to west, 
 Till all, his cross beholding, 
 
 In him are fully blest. 
 Great Author of salvation, 
 
 Haste, haste the glorious day, 
 When we, a ransomed nation, 
 
 Thy sceptre shall obey. 
 
 893 
 
 7s, 6s, d. Christian Union. j. borthwick. 
 
 And is the time approaching, 
 
 By prophets long foretold, 
 When all shall dwell together, 
 
 One shepherd and one fold ? 
 Shall every idol perish, 
 
 To moles and bats be thrown, 
 And every prayer be offered 
 
 To God in Christ alone ? 
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894 
 
 MISSIONS AND GROWTH. 575 
 
 2 Shall Jew and Gentile, meeting 
 From many a distant shore, 
 
 Around one altar kneeling, 
 
 One common Lord adore ? 
 Shall all that now divides us 
 
 Remove and pass away, 
 Like shadows of the morning 
 
 Before the blaze of day ? 
 
 3 Shall all that now unites us 
 More sweet and lasting prove, 
 
 A closer bond of union, 
 
 In a blest land of love ? 
 Shall war be. learned no longer, 
 
 Shall strife and tumult cease, 
 All earth his blessed kingdom, 
 
 The Lord and Prince of Peace ? 
 
 4 O long-expected dawning, 
 Come with thy cheering ray ! 
 
 When shall the morning brighten, 
 
 The shadows flee away ? 
 O sweet anticipation! 
 
 It cheers the watchers on, 
 To pray, and hope, and labor, 
 
 Till the dark night be gone. 
 
 7s, 6s, d. Psalm 72. j. Montgomery. 
 
 Hail to the Lord's anointed, 
 
 Great David's greater Son! 
 Hail, in the time appointed, 
 
 His reign on earth begun ! 
 He comes to break oppression, 
 
 To set the captive free, 
 To take away transgression, 
 
 And rule in equity. 
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576 church: — missions and growth. 
 
 2 He comes, with succor speedy, 
 To those who suffer wrong; 
 
 To help the poor and needy, 
 And bid the weak be strong; 
 
 To give them songs for sighing, 
 Their darkness turned to light, 
 
 Whose souls, condemned and dying, 
 Were precious in his sight. 
 
 3 He shall come down like showers 
 Upon the fruitful earth, 
 
 And love, and joy, like flowers, 
 Spring in his path to birth : 
 
 Before him, on the mountains, 
 Shall peace the herald go, 
 
 And righteousness in fountains 
 From hill to valley flow. 
 
 4 Arabia's desert-ranger 
 
 To him shall bow the knee ; 
 The Ethiopian stranger 
 
 His glory come to see : 
 With offerings of devotion, 
 
 Ships from the isles shall meet, 
 To pour the wealth of ocean 
 
 In tribute at his feet. 
 
 5 Kings shall fall down before him, 
 
 And gold and incense bring : 
 All nations shall adore him ; 
 
 His praise all people sing ; 
 For he shall have dominion 
 
 O'er river, sea, and shore, 
 Far as the eagle's pinion 
 
 Or dove's light wing can soar. 
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MISSIONS AND GROWTH. 577 
 
 6 For him shall prayer unceasing 
 And daily vows ascend ; 
 
 His kingdom still increasing, 
 
 A kingdom without end. 
 The heavenly dew shall nourish 
 
 A seed in weakness sown, 
 Whose fruit shall spread and flourish, 
 
 And shake like Lebanon. 
 
 7 O'er every foe victorious, 
 He on his throne shall rest ; 
 
 From age to age more glorious, 
 
 All-blessing and all-blessed. 
 The tide of time shall never 
 
 His covenant remove ; 
 His name shall stand for ever; 
 
 His great, best name of Love ! 
 
 KJiJtJ 7s, 6s, d. The Morning Light. s. f. smith. . 
 
 The morning light is breaking ; 
 
 The darkness disappears ! 
 The sons of earth are waking 
 
 To penitential tears; 
 Each breeze that sweeps the ocean 
 
 Brings tidings from afar, 
 Of nations in commotion, 
 
 Prepared for Zion's war. 
 
 2 See heathen nations bending 
 
 Before the God we love, 
 And thousand hearts ascending 
 
 In gratitude above ; 
 While sinners, now confessing, 
 
 The gospel call obey, 
 And seek the Saviour's blessing — 
 
 A nation in a day. 
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578 CHURCH: — MISSIONS AND GROWTH. 
 
 3 Blest river of salvation ! 
 
 Pursue thine onward way ; 
 Flow thou to every nation, 
 
 Nor in thy richness stay : 
 Stay not till all the lowly 
 
 Triumphant reach their home : 
 Stay not till all the holy 
 
 Proclaim — "The Lord is come ! " 
 
 OtyO us, ios. The Promise. t. Hastings. 
 
 Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning ! 
 
 Joy to the lands that in darkness have lain ! 
 Hushed be the accents of sorrow and mourning; 
 
 Zion in triumph begins her mild reign. 
 
 2 Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning, 
 Long by the prophets of Israel foretold; 
 
 Hail to the millions from bondage returning; 
 Gentile and Jew the blest vision behold. 
 
 3 Lo ! in the desert rich flowers are springing, 
 Streams ever copious are gliding along ; 
 
 Loud from the mountain-tops echoes are ringing, 
 Wastes rise in verdure, and mingle in song. 
 
 4 See, from all lands — from the isles of the ocean, 
 Praise to Jehovah ascending on high ; 
 
 Fallen are the engines of war and commotion, 
 Shouts of salvation are rending the sky. 
 
 
 897 
 
 8s, 7s. Revival Implored. j. newton. 
 
 Saviour, visit thy plantation ! 
 
 Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain : 
 All will come to desolation, 
 
 Unlers thou return again. 
 
MISSIONS AND GROWTH. 579 
 
 2 Keep no longer at a distance, 
 Shine upon us from on high, 
 
 Lest, for want of thine assistance, 
 Every plant should droop and die. 
 
 3 Once, O Lord, thy garden flourished; 
 Every part looked gay and green ; 
 
 Then thy word our spirits nourished : 
 Happy seasons we have seen. 
 
 4 But a drought has since succeeded, 
 And a sad decline we see: 
 
 Lord, thy help is greatly needed: 
 Help can only come from thee. 
 
 5 Let our mutual love be fervent: 
 Make us prevalent in prayer ; 
 
 Let each one esteemed thy servant 
 Shun the world's bewitching snare. 
 
 6 Break the tempter's fatal power, 
 Turn the stony heart to flesh, 
 
 And begin from this good hour 
 To revive thy work afresh. 
 
 898 
 
 8s, 7s. M Westward." / 
 
 Hark ! the sound of angel-voices, 
 Over Bethlehem's star-lit plain; 
 
 Hark ! the heavenly host rejoices, 
 Jesus comes on earth to reign. 
 
 2 See celestial radiance beaming, 
 Lighting up the midnight sky ; 
 
 'T is the promised day-star gleaming, 
 'Tis the day-spring from on high. 
 
580 CHURCH: — MISSIONS AND GROWTH. 
 
 3 Westward, all along the ages, 
 Trace its pathway clear and bright ; 
 
 Star of hope to Eastern sages, 
 Radiant now with gospel light. 
 
 4 Angels from the realms of glory, 
 Peace on earth delight to sing; 
 
 Christian, tell the wondrous story, 
 Go proclaim the Saviour King ! 
 
 O \j \j 8s, 7s. Home Missions. A^ 
 
 Where the woodman's axe is ringing, 
 
 Where the hunter roams alone, 
 Where the prairie-flowers are springing, 
 Make the great Redeemer known. 
 
 2 While, from California's mountains, 
 Pure and sweet the anthem swells ; 
 
 Oregon's dark wilds and fountains 
 Hail the sound of Sabbath -bells. 
 
 3 Like an armed host with banners, 
 Terrible in war array, 
 
 Zion comes with glad hosannas, 
 To prepare her Monarch's way. 
 
 4 Unto him all power is given, 
 
 All the world his sway shall own, 
 And on earth, as now in heaven, 
 Shall his will be done alone. 
 
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 8s, 7s, 4s. The Gospel Herald. T. 
 
 On the mountain's top appearing, 
 
 Lo ! the sacred herald stands, 
 Welcome news to Zion bearing — 
 
 Zion long in hostile lands : 
 Mourning captive ! 
 
 God himself shall loose thy bands. 
 
MISSIONS AND GROWTH. 581 
 
 2 Has thy night been long and mournful ? 
 Have thy friends unfaithful proved ? 
 
 Have thy foes been proud and scornful ? 
 By thy sighs and tears unmoved? 
 
 Cease thy mourning; 
 Zion still is well beloved. 
 
 3 God, thy God, will now restore thee ; 
 He himself appears thy Friend ; 
 
 All thy foes shall flee before thee ; 
 Here their boasts and triumphs end: 
 
 Great deliverance 
 Zion's King will surely send. 
 
 t/U-L 8s, 7s, 4s. Sun of Righteousness. w. williams. 
 
 O'er the gloomy hills of darkness, 
 
 Cheered by no celestial ray, 
 Sun of righteousness ! arising, 
 
 Bring the bright, the glorious day; 
 Send the gospel 
 
 To the earth's remotest bound. 
 
 2 Kingdoms wide that sit in darkness, — 
 Grant them, Lord ! the glorious light : 
 
 And, from eastern coast to western, 
 May the morning chase the night ; 
 
 And redemption, 
 Freely purchased, win the day. 
 
 3 Fly abroad, thou mighty gospel ! 
 Win and conquer, never cease; 
 
 May thy lasting, wide dominions 
 Multiply and still increase; 
 
 Sway thy sceptre, •' 
 
 Saviour ! all the world around. 
 
582 CHURCH :— MISSIONS AND GROWTH. 
 
 902 
 
 7s, d. "The Lord God Reigneth." j. Montgomery. 
 
 Hark ! 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. 
 
 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 — 't is 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 ! 
 
 t/KjQ 7s, d. The World's Conversion. h. a 
 
 Hasten, Lord ! the glorious time 
 When, beneath Messiah's sway, 
 
 Every nation, every clime, 
 Shall the gospel's call obey. 
 

 MISSIONS AND GROWTH. 583 
 
 Mightiest kings his power shall own, 
 Heathen tribes his name adore ; 
 
 Satan and his host, o'erthrown, 
 
 Bound in chains, shall hurt no more. 
 
 2 Then shall wars and tumults cease, 
 
 Then be banished grief and pain ; 
 Righteousness and joy and peace 
 
 Undisturbed shall ever reign. 
 Bless we, then, our gracious Lord; 
 
 Ever praise his glorious name ; 
 All his mighty acts record ; 
 
 All his wondrous love proclaim. 
 
 t/l/T l. m. Awake, Arm of the Lord. w. shrubsole. 
 
 Arm of the Lord ! awake, awake ; 
 Put on thy strength, the nations shake; 
 And let the world, adoring, see 
 Triumphs of mercy, wrought by thee. 
 
 2 Say to the heathen, from thy throne, 
 " I am Jehovah — God alone ! " 
 
 Thy voice their idols shall confound, 
 And cast their altars to the ground. 
 
 3 No more let human blood be spilt, 
 Vain sacrifice for human guilt; 
 
 But to each conscience be applied 
 The blood that flowed from Jesus' side. 
 
 4 Almighty God ! thy grace proclaim, 
 In every clime, of every name, 
 
 Till adverse powers before thee fall, 
 And crown the Saviour — Lord of all. 
 
584 CHURCH: — MISSIONS AND GROWTH. 
 
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 " O Light of Zion." l. baco> 
 
 Though now the nations sit beneath 
 The darkness of o'erspreading death, 
 God will arise, with light divine 
 On Zion's holy towers to shine. 
 
 2 That light shall shine on distant lands, 
 And wandering tribes, in joyful bands, 
 Shall come thy glory, Lord, to see, 
 And in thy courts to worship thee. 
 
 3 O light of Zion, now arise ! 
 
 Let the glad morning bless our eyes ! 
 Ye nations, catch the kindling ray, 
 And hail the splendor of the day. 
 
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 Zions Glory. \v. shrubsole. 
 
 Zion ! awake, thy strength renew ; 
 Put on thy robes of beauteous hue; 
 And let the admiring world behold 
 The King's fair daughter clothed in gold. 
 
 2 Church of our God ! arise and shine, 
 Bright with the beams of truth divine ; 
 Then shall thy radiance stream afar, 
 Wide as the heathen nations are. 
 
 3 Gentiles and kings thy light shall view, 
 And shall admire and love thee, too ; — 
 They come, like clouds across the sky, 
 As doves that to their windows fly. 
 
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 MISSIONS AND GROWTH. 080 
 
 The Last Song. mrs. voke. 
 
 Soon may the last glad song arise 
 Through all the millions of the skies — 
 That song of triumph which records 
 That all the earth is now the Lord's ! 
 
 2 Let thrones and powers and kingdoms be 
 Obedient, mighty God, to thee ! 
 
 And, over land and stream and main, 
 Wave thou the sceptre of thy reign ! 
 
 3 Oh, let that glorious anthem swell, 
 Let host to host the triumph tell, 
 That not one rebel heart remains, 
 But over all the Saviour reigns ! 
 
 Missionary Convocation, w. B. collyer. 
 
 Assembled at thy great command, 
 Before thy face, dread King, we stand; 
 The voice that marshaled every star 
 Has called thy people from afar. 
 
 2 We meet, through distant lands to spread 
 The truth for which the martyrs bled ; 
 Along the line, to either pole, 
 
 The thunder of thy praise to roll. 
 
 3 Our prayers assist, accept our praise, 
 Our hopes revive, our courage raise 
 Our counsels aid, to each impart 
 
 The single eye, the faithful heart. 
 
 4 Forth with thy chosen heralds come, 
 Recall the wandering spirits home ; 
 From Zion's mount send forth the sound, 
 To spread the spacious earth around. 
 
586 CHURCH: — MISSIONS AND GROWTH. 
 
 fJ\J\j l. H. Christ's Coming. w. h. bathltrst. 
 
 Jesus ! thy church, with longing eyes, 
 
 For thine expected coming waits; 
 When will the promised light arise, 
 
 And glory beam from Zion's gates? 
 
 2 Ev'n now, when tempests round us fall, 
 And wintry clouds o'ercast the sky, 
 
 Thy words with pleasure we recall, 
 And deem that our redemption 's nigh. 
 
 3 Oh, come and reign o'er every land ; 
 Let Satan from his throne be hurled ; 
 
 All nations bow to thy command, 
 And grace revive a dying world. 
 
 4 Teach us, in watchfulness and prayer, 
 To wait for the appointed hour ; 
 
 And fit us, by thy grace, to share 
 
 The triumphs of thy conquering power. 
 
 t/lU l. m. " Ascend Thy Throne.'' b. beddome. 
 
 Ascend thy throne, almighty King, 
 
 And spread thy glories all abroad: 
 Let thine own arm salvation bring, 
 
 And be thou known the gracious God. 
 
 2 Let millions bow before thy seat, 
 Let humble mourners seek thy face, 
 
 Bring daring rebels to thy feet, 
 Subdued by thy victorious grace. 
 
 3 Oh, let the kingdoms of the world 
 Become the kingdom of the Lord ! 
 
 Let saints and angels praise thy name; 
 Be thou through heaven and earth adored. 
 

 MISSIONS AND GROWTH. 587 
 
 zJ J. X l. m. Psalm 72. I. WATTS. 
 
 Jesus shall reign where'er the sun 
 Does his successive journeys run; 
 His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, 
 Till moons shall wax and wane no more. 
 
 2 For him shall endless prayer be made, 
 And endless praises crown his head ; 
 His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise 
 With every morning sacrifice. 
 
 3 People and realms of every tongue 
 Dwell on. his love, with sweetest song; 
 And infant voices shall proclaim 
 Their early blessings on his name. 
 
 4 Blessings abound where'er he reigns ; 
 The prisoner leaps to loose his chains ; 
 The weary find eternal rest, 
 
 And all the sons of want are blest. 
 
 5 Let every creature rise and bring 
 Peculiar honors to our King ; 
 Angels descend with songs again, 
 And earth repeat the loud Amen ! 
 
 tJ X £ l. m. Conversion of the World. MRS. voke. 
 
 Sovereign of worlds ! display thy power; 
 Be this thy Zion's favorite hour; 
 Bid the bright morning Star arise, 
 And point the nations to the skies. 
 
 2 Set up thy throne where Satan reigns, — 
 On Afric's shore, on India's plains, 
 On wilds and continents unknown, — 
 And make the nations all thine own. 
 
CHURCH : — MISSIONS AND GROWTH. 
 
 3 Speak ! and the world shall hear thy voice ; 
 Speak ! and the desert shall rejoice ; 
 Scatter the gloom of heathen night, 
 And bid all nations hail the light. 
 
 «J 1 O l. m. " Sun of Righteousness ." p. doddridge, alt. 
 
 O Sun of Righteousness, arise, 
 With gentle beams on Zion shine; 
 
 Dispel the darkness from our eyes, 
 And souls awake to life divine. 
 
 2 On all around, let grace descend, 
 
 Like heavenly dew, or copious showers : 
 
 That we may call our God our friend ; 
 That we may hail salvation ours. 
 
 JIts if. Philippians 2 : io, u. c. wesley. 
 
 O THOU whom we adore ! 
 
 To bless our earth again, 
 Assume thine own almighty power, 
 
 And o'er the nations reign. 
 
 2 The world's Desire and Hope, 
 All power to thee is given ; 
 
 Now set the last great empire up, 
 Eternal Lord of heaven ! 
 
 3 A gracious Saviour, thou 
 Wilt all thy creatures bless ; 
 
 And every knee to thee shall bow, 
 And every tongue confess. 
 
MISSIONS AND GROWTH. 589 
 
 4 According to thy word, 
 
 Now be thy grace revealed ; 
 And with the knowledge of the Lord, 
 
 Let all the earth be filled. 
 
 t/lOs.M. " Thy Kingdom Covie / " j. johns. 
 
 Come, kingdom of our God, 
 Sweet reign of light and love ! 
 
 Shed peace and hope and joy abroad, 
 And wisdom from above. 
 
 2 Over our spirits first 
 Extend thy healing reign ; 
 
 There raise and quench the sacred thirst, 
 That never pains again. 
 
 3 Come, kingdom of our God ! 
 And make the broad earth thine ; 
 
 Stretch o'er her lands and isles the rod 
 That flowers with grace divine. 
 
 4 Soon may all tribes be blest 
 With fruit from life's glad tree; 
 
 And in its shade like brothers rest, 
 Sons of one family. 
 
 vlUs. M. " Come, Lord Jesus." h. bonar. 
 
 Come, Lord, and tarry not ! 
 
 Bring the long-looked-for day ; 
 Oh, why these years of waiting here, 
 
 These ages of delay ? 
 
590 CHURCH: — MISSIONS AND GROWTH. 
 
 2 Come, for thy saints still wait ; 
 Daily ascends their sigh ; 
 
 The Spirit and the Bride say, Come ! 
 Dost thou not hear the cry ? 
 
 3 Come, for creation groans, 
 Impatient of thy stay, 
 
 Worn out with these long years of ill, 
 These ages of delay. 
 
 4 Come, and make all things new, 
 Build up this ruined earth, 
 
 Restore our faded paradise, — 
 Creation's second birth. 
 
 5 Come, and begin thy reign 
 Of everlasting peace ; 
 
 Come, take the kingdom to thyself, 
 Great King of Righteousness ! 
 
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 5. m. Declension. g. w. bethune. 
 
 Oh, for the happy hour 
 
 When God will hear our cry, 
 
 And send, with a reviving power, 
 His Spirit from on high. 
 
 2 We meet, we sing, we pray, 
 We listen to the word, 
 
 In vain ; — we see no cheering ray, 
 No cheering voice is heard. 
 
 3 While many crowd thy house, 
 How few, around thy board, 
 
 Meet to recount their solemn vows, 
 And bless thee as their Lord ! 
 
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 MISSIONS AND GROWTH. 591 
 
 4 Thou, thou alone canst give 
 Thy gospel sure success ; 
 
 Canst bid the dying sinner live 
 Anew in holiness. 
 
 5 Come, then, with power divine, 
 Spirit of life and love ! 
 
 Then shall this people all be thine, 
 This church like that above. 
 
 5. m. "Revive Thy Work." p. h. brown, alt. 
 
 O Lord, thy work revive, 
 
 In Zion's gloomy hour, 
 And make her dying graces live 
 
 By thy restoring power. 
 
 2 Awake thy chosen few 
 To fervent earnest prayer ; 
 
 Again may they their vows renew, 
 Thy blessed presence share. 
 
 3 Thy Spirit then will speak 
 Through lips of feeble clay, 
 
 And hearts of adamant will break, 
 And rebels will obey. 
 
 4 Lord, lend thy gracious ear; 
 Oh, listen to our cry ; 
 
 Oh, come and bring salvation here : 
 Our hopes on thee rely. 
 
 L. M. Psalm 46. I. WATTS. 
 
 God is the refuge of his saints, 
 
 When storms of sharp distress invade ; 
 
 Ere we can offer our complaints, 
 Behold him present with his aid. 
 
592 CHURCH: — MISSIONS AND GROWTH. 
 
 2 Let mountains from their seats be hurled 
 Down to the deep, and buried there, 
 
 Convulsions shake the solid world — 
 Our faith shall never yield to fear. 
 
 3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar- 
 In sacred peace our souls abide ; 
 
 While every nation, every shore, 
 
 Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide. 
 
 4 There is a stream, whose gentle flow 
 Supplies the city of our God ; 
 
 Life, love, and joy, still gliding through, 
 And watering our divine abode. 
 
 5 That sacred stream, thy holy word, 
 Our grief allays, our fear controls ; 
 
 Sweet peace thy promises afford, 
 
 And give new strength to fainting souls. 
 
 6 Zion enjoys her Monarch's love, 
 Secure against a threatening hour ; 
 
 Nor can her firm foundation move, 
 
 Built on his truth, and armed with power. 
 
 tJ Ji\J l. m. Psalm 72. I. WATTS. 
 
 Great God ! whose universal sway 
 The known and unknown worlds obey: 
 Now give the kingdom to thy Son ; 
 Extend his power, exalt his throne. 
 
 2 As rain on meadows newly mown, 
 So shall he send his influence down; 
 His grace, on fainting souls, distills 
 Like heavenly dew on thirsty hills. 
 

 MISSIONS AND GROWTH. 593 
 
 3 The heathen lands, that lie beneath 
 The shades of overspreading death, 
 Revive at his first dawning light, 
 And deserts blossom at the sight. 
 
 4 The saints shall flourish in his days, 
 Dressed in the robes of joy and praise ; 
 Peace, like a river, from his throne, 
 Shall flow to nations yet unknown. 
 
 \j Li JL L. m. " Triumphant Zion" p. doddridge. 
 
 Triumphant Zion, lift thy head 
 From dust, and darkness, and the dead ; 
 Though humbled long, awake at length, 
 And gird thee with thy Saviour's strength. 
 
 2 Put all thy beauteous garments on, 
 And let thy various charms be known : 
 The world thy glories shall confess, 
 Decked in the robes of righteousness. 
 
 3 No more shall foes unclean invade, 
 And fill thy hallowed walls with dread ; 
 No more shall hell's insulting host 
 Their victory and thy sorrows boast. 
 
 4 God, from on high, thy groans will hear; 
 His hand thy ruins shall repair: 
 
 Nor will thy watchful Monarch cease 
 To guard thee in eternal peace. 
 
 V J>£ L. m. Ancient Israel. J. joyce 
 
 Why on the bending willows hung, 
 
 Israel! still sleeps thy tuneful string? — 
 Still mute remains thy sullen tongue, 
 
 And Zion's song denies to sing ? 
 
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594 CHURCH: — MISSIONS and growth. 
 
 2 Awake ! thy sweetest raptures raise ; 
 Let harp and voice unite their strains : 
 
 Thy promised King his sceptre sways : 
 Jesus, thine own Messiah, reigns ! 
 
 3 No taunting foes the song require : 
 No strangers mock thy captive chain; 
 
 But friends provoke the silent lyre, 
 And brethren ask the holy strain. 
 
 4 Nor fear thy Salem's hills to wrong, 
 If other lands thy triumphs share: 
 
 A heavenly city claims thy song ; 
 A brighter Salem rises there. 
 
 5 By foreign streams no longer roam ; 
 Nor, weeping, think of Jordan's flood : 
 
 In every clime behold a home, 
 In every temple see thy God. 
 
 \jAO l. m. Home Missions. w. c. bkyant. 
 
 Look from thy sphere of endless day, 
 O God of mercy and of might ! 
 
 In pity look on those who stray, 
 Benighted in this land of light. 
 
 2 In peopled vale, in lonely glen, 
 
 In crowded mart, by stream or sea, 
 How many of the sons of men 
 
 Hear not the message sent from thee ! 
 
 3 Send forth thy heralds. Lord, to call 
 The thoughtless young, the hardened old, 
 
 A scattered, homeless flock, till all 
 Be gathered to thy peaceful fold. 
 
MISSIONS AND GROWTH. 595 
 
 4 Send them thy mighty word to speak, 
 Till faith shall dawn, and doubt depart, 
 
 To awe the bold, to stay the weak, 
 And bind and heal the broken heart. 
 
 5 Then all these wastes, a dreary scene, 
 That makes us sadden as we gaze, 
 
 Shall grow with living waters green, 
 And lift to heaven the voice of praise. 
 
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 Psalm 87. 1. wa 
 
 God, in his earthly temple, lays 
 Foundations for his heavenly praise ; 
 He likes the tents of Jacob well ; 
 But still in Zion loves to dwell. 
 
 2 His mercy visits every house 
 
 That pay their night and morning vows, 
 But makes a more delightful stay 
 Where churches meet to praise and pray. 
 
 3 What glories were described of old ! 
 What wonders are of Zion told ! 
 Thou city of our God below ! 
 
 Thy fame shall Tyre and Egypt know. 
 
 4 Egypt and Tyre, and Greek and Jew, 
 Shall there begin their lives anew ; 
 Angels and men shall join to sing 
 
 The hill where living waters spring. 
 
 5 When God makes up his last account 
 Of natives in his holy mount, 
 
 'T will be an honor to appear, 
 
 As one new-born, or nourished there. 
 
596 CHURCH: — MISSIONS AND GROWTH. 
 
 O ^<J l. m. Psalm 80. 1. WATTS. 
 
 Great Shepherd of thine Israel ! 
 Who didst between the cherubs dwell, 
 And lead the tribes, thy chosen sheep, 
 Safe through the desert and the deep ; — 
 
 2 Thy Church is in the desert now ; 
 Shine from on high and guide us through ; 
 Turn us to thee, thy love restore ; 
 
 We shall be saved, and sigh no more. 
 
 3 Hast thou not planted, with thy hand, 
 A lovely vine in this our land ? 
 
 Did not thy power defend it round, 
 And heavenly dews enrich the ground ? 
 
 4 Return, almighty God ! return, 
 Nor let thy bleeding vineyard mourn : 
 Turn us to thee, thy love restore; 
 We shall be saved, and sigh no more. 
 
 y^U 8s, 7s, 6 1. "Alleluia" anon. 
 
 Hallelujah ! song of gladness, 
 
 Song of everlasting joy ; 
 Hallelujah ! song the sweetest 
 
 That can angel-hosts employ ; 
 Hymning in God's holy presence 
 
 Their high praise eternally. 
 
 2 Hallelujah ! church victorious, 
 Thou mayst lift this joyful strain : 
 
 Hallelujah ! songs of triumph 
 Well befit the ransomed train : 
 
 We our zong must raise with sadness, 
 While in exile we remain. 
 
MISSIONS AND GROWTH. 597 
 
 3 Hallelujah ! strains of gladness 
 Suit not souls with anguish torn ; 
 
 Hallelujah ! notes of sadness 
 Best befit our state forlorn : 
 
 For, in this dark world of sorrow, 
 We, with tears, our sins must mourn. 
 
 4 But our earnest supplication, 
 Holy God, we raise to thee ; 
 
 Bring us to thy blissful presence, 
 Make us all thy joys to see ; 
 
 Then we '11 sing our Hallelujah, — 
 Sing to all eternity. 
 
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 7s, 6s, d. Psalm 14. h. f. lyte. 
 
 Oh, that the Lord's salvation 
 
 Were out of Zion come, 
 To heal his ancient nation, 
 
 To lead his outcasts home ! 
 How long the holy city 
 
 Shall heathen feet profane ? 
 Return, O Lord, in pity, 
 
 Rebuild her walls again. 
 
 2 Let fall thy rod of terror, 
 
 Thy saving grace impart ; 
 Roll back the vail of error, 
 
 Release the fettered heart ; 
 Let Israel, home returning, 
 
 Their lost Messiah see; 
 Give oil of joy for mourning, 
 
 And bind thy Church to thee. 
 
598 CHURCH: — MISSIONS AND GROWTH. 
 
 tj JiO 7s, 6s, d. The Gospel Banner. t. Hastings. 
 
 Now be the gospel banner, 
 
 In every land unfurled ; 
 And be the shout, — " Hosanna ! " 
 
 Re-echoed through the world; 
 Till every isle and nation, 
 
 Till every tribe and tongue, 
 Receive the great salvation, 
 
 And join the happy throng. 
 
 2 Yes, — thou shalt reign for ever, 
 
 O Jesus, King of kings ! 
 Thy light, thy love, thy favor, 
 
 Each ransomed captive sings: 
 The isles for thee are waiting, 
 
 The deserts learn thy praise, 
 The hills and valleys greeting, 
 
 The song responsive raise. 
 
 \j JL\j 7s, d. Gospel Increase. c. wesley. 
 
 See ! how great a flame aspires, 
 
 Kindled by a spark of grace ! 
 Jesus' love the nations fires, — 
 
 Sets the kingdoms on a blaze ; 
 Fire to bring on earth he came ; 
 
 Kindled in some hearts it is ; 
 Oh, that all might catch the flame, 
 
 All partake the glorious bliss ! 
 
 2 When he first the work begun, 
 Small and feeble was his day : 
 
 Now the word doth swiftly run ; 
 Now it wins its widening way : 
 
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 More and more it spreads and grows, 
 
 Ever mighty to prevail ; 
 Sin's strongholds it now o'erthrows, — 
 
 Shakes the trembling gates of hell. 
 
 3 Sons of God ! your Saviour praise; 
 
 He the door hath opened wide ; 
 He hath given the word of grace ; 
 
 Jesus' word is glorified; 
 Jesus, mighty to redeem — 
 
 He alone the work hath wrought ; 
 Worthy is the work of him, — 
 
 Him who spake a world from naught. 
 
 Psalm 102. I. WATTS. 
 
 Let Zion and her sons rejoice — 
 
 Behold the promised hour ! 
 Her God hath heard her mourning voice, 
 
 And comes to exalt his power. 
 
 .2 Her dust and ruins that remain 
 
 Are precious in our eyes ; 
 Those ruins shall be built again, 
 
 And all that dust shall rise. 
 
 3 The Lord will raise Jerusalem, 
 And stand in glory there ; 
 
 Nations shall bow before his name, 
 And kings attend with fear. 
 
 4 He sits a sovereign on his throne, 
 With pity in his eyes ; 
 
 He hears the dying prisoners' groan, 
 And sees their sighs arise. 
 
600 CHURCH: — MISSIONS AND GROWTH. 
 
 5 He frees the souls condemned to death ; 
 
 Nor, when his saints complain, 
 Shall it be said that praying breath 
 
 Was ever spent in vain. 
 
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 932 
 
 Isaiah 52 : I, 2. J. MONTGOMERY. 
 
 Daughter of Zion ! from the dust 
 
 Exalt thy fallen head ; 
 Again in thy Redeemer trust, — 
 
 He calls thee from the dead. 
 
 2 Awake, awake, put on thy strength, — 
 Thy beautiful array ; 
 
 The day of freedom dawns at length, — 
 The Lord's appointed day. 
 
 3 Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge, 
 And send thy heralds forth ; 
 
 Say to the south, — " Give up thy charge, 
 And keep not back, O north ! '' 
 
 4 They come ! they come ! thine exiled bands, 
 Where'er they rest or roam, 
 
 Have heard thy voice in distant lands, 
 And hasten to their home. 
 
 5 Thus, though the universe shall burn, 
 And God his works destroy, 
 
 With songs, the ransomed shall return, 
 And everlasting joy. 
 
 7s, d. " Tell Us of the Night" j. bowring. 
 
 Watchman ! tell us of the night, 
 What its signs of promise are ; — 
 
 Traveler ! o'er yon mountain's height, 
 See that glory-beaming star ! — 
 
THE CHRISTIAN'S DEATH. 601 
 
 Watchman ! does its beauteous ray 
 Aught of joy or hope foretell ? — 
 
 Traveler ! yes ; it brings the day, 
 Promised day of Israel: — 
 
 2 Watchman ! tell us of the night ; 
 Higher yet that star ascends ; — 
 
 Traveler ! blessedness and light, 
 
 Peace and truth, its course portends ; — 
 
 Watchman ! will its beams alone 
 
 Gild the spot that gave them birth ? — 
 
 Traveler ! ages are its own ; 
 
 See it bursts o'er all the earth ! — 
 
 3 Watchman ! tell us of the night, 
 For the morning seems to dawn; — 
 
 Traveler ! darkness takes its flight, 
 Doubt and terror are withdrawn ; — 
 
 Watchman ! let thy wanderings cease ; 
 Hie thee to thy quiet home ! — 
 
 Traveler ! lo ! the Prince of Peace, 
 Lo ! the Son of God, is come ! 
 
 tjOD us. " I Would Not Live A livciy." w. a. muhlenberg. 
 
 1 would not live alway : I ask not to stay 
 Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way; 
 The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here 
 
 Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer. 
 
 2 I would not live alway, thus fettered by sin — 
 Temptation without and corruption w T ithin: 
 Ev'n the rapture of pardon is mingled with fears, 
 And the cup of thanksgiving with penitent tears. 
 
602 THE christian's death. 
 
 3 I would not live alway; no, welcome the tomb; 
 Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom; 
 There sweet be my rest till he bid me arise 
 
 To hail him in triumph descending the skies. 
 
 4 Who, who would live alway, away from his God, 
 Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode, 
 
 Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains, 
 And the noontide of glory eternally reigns ? 
 
 5 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, 
 Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet ; 
 While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, 
 And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul. 
 
 i/Ot us. " The Sinless hath Died." r. heber. 
 
 Thou art gone to the grave ! but we will not deplore 
 
 thee, 
 Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb; 
 The Saviour hath passed thro' its portals before thee, 
 And the lamp of his love is thy guide thro' the gloom. 
 
 2 Thou art gone to the grave ! we no longer behold 
 
 thee, 
 Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side ; 
 But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee, 
 And sinners may hope, for the Sinless hath died. 
 
 3 Thou art gone to the grave ! and, its mansion for- 
 
 saking, 
 Perchance thy weak spirit in doubt lingered long ; 
 But the sunshine of glory beamed bright on thy waking, 
 And the sound thou didst hear was the seraphim's song. 
 
THE CHRISTIAN'S DEATH. 603 
 
 4 Thou art gone to the grave ! but we will not de- 
 plore thee, 
 Since God was thy ransom, thy guardian, and guide: 
 He gave thee, he took thee, and he will restore thee, 
 And death hath no sting, since the Saviour hath died. 
 
 tJOfJjs, 
 
 , 7s. Death of a Little Child, c. winkworth, tr. 
 
 Tender Shepherd, thou hast stilled 
 Now thy little lamb's brief weeping : 
 
 Ah, how peaceful, pale, and mild 
 In its narrow bed 't is sleeping ! 
 
 And no sigh of anguish sore 
 
 Heaves that little bosom more. 
 
 2 In this world of care and pain, 
 Lord, thou wouldst no longer leave it; 
 
 To the sunny heavenly plain 
 
 Thou dost now with joy receive it; 
 Clothed in robes of spotless white, 
 Now it dwells with thee in light. 
 
 3 Ah, Lord Jesus, grant that we 
 Where it lives may soon be living, 
 
 And the lovely pastures see 
 
 That its heavenly food are giving ; 
 Then the gain of death we prove, 
 Though thou take what most we love. 
 
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 7s, 8s, 7s. "Ye Shall Live Also." f. e. cox, tr. 
 Jesus lives ! no longer now 
 
 Can thy terrors, Death, appall me ; 
 Jesus lives ! and well I know, 
 
 From the dead he will recall me; 
 Better life will then commence — 
 This shall be my confidence. 
 
604 THE christian's death. 
 
 2 Jesus lives ! to him the throne 
 Over all the world is given ; 
 
 I shall go where he is gone, 
 
 Live and reign with him in heaven: 
 
 God is pledged ; weak doubtings, hence ! 
 
 This shall be my confidence ! 
 
 3 Jesus lives ! henceforth is death 
 Entrance into life immortal ; 
 
 Calmly I can yield my breath, 
 
 Fearless tread the frowning portal; 
 
 Lord, when faileth flesh and sense, 
 
 Thou wilt be my confidence ! 
 
 937 
 
 d. Life's Stmset. w. b. o. peabody. 
 
 Behold the western evening light ! 
 
 It melts in deepening gloom: 
 So calmly Christians sink away, 
 
 Descending to the tomb. 
 The winds breathe low, the withering leaf 
 
 Scarce whispers from the tree : 
 So gently flows the parting breath, 
 
 When good men cease to be. 
 
 2 How beautiful on all the hills 
 
 The crimson light is shed ! 
 'T is like the peace the Christian gives 
 
 To mourners round his bed. 
 How mildly on the wandering cloud 
 
 The sunset beam is cast ! 
 'Tis like the memory left behind 
 
 When loved ones breathe their last. 
 
THE CHRISTIAN'S DEATH. 605 
 
 3 And now above the dews of night 
 
 The rising star appears : 
 So faith springs in the heart of those 
 
 Whose eyes are bathed in tears. 
 But soon the morning's happier light 
 
 Its glory shall restore, 
 And eyelids that are sealed in death 
 
 Shall wake to close no more. 
 
 938 
 
 m. d. "Number Our Days." r. hebe 
 
 Beneath our feet and o'er our head 
 
 Is equal warning given ; 
 Beneath us lie the countless dead, 
 
 Above us is the heaven ! 
 Death rides on every passing breeze, 
 
 And lurks in every flower; 
 Each season hath its own disease, 
 
 Its peril every hour ! 
 
 2 Our eyes have seen the rosy light 
 Of youth's soft cheek decay; 
 
 And fate descend in sudden night 
 
 On manhood's middle day. 
 Our eyes have seen the steps of age 
 
 Halt feebly to the tomb; 
 And yet shall earth our hearts engage, 
 
 And dreams of days to come ? 
 
 3 Then, mortal, turn ! thy danger know ; 
 Where'er thy foot can tread, 
 
 The earth rings hollow from below, 
 
 And warns thee of her dead ! 
 Turn, mortal, turn ! thy soul apply 
 
 To truths divinely given : 
 The dead, who underneath thee lie, 
 
 Shall live for hell or heaven ! 
 
606 THE christian's death. 
 
 939 
 
 7s, 6s, d. The Better Portion. r. seagrave. 
 
 Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings, 
 
 Thy better portion trace ; 
 Rise from transitory things 
 
 Toward heaven, thy native place: 
 Sun and moon and stars decay ; 
 
 Time shall soon this earth remove ; 
 Rise, my soul, and haste away 
 
 To seats prepared above. 
 
 2 Rivers to the ocean run, 
 
 Nor stay in all their course ; 
 Fire ascending seeks the sun ; 
 
 Both speed them to their source : 
 So a soul that 's born of God, 
 
 Pants to view his glorious face ; 
 Upward tends to his abode, 
 
 To rest in his embrace. 
 
 3 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn, 
 
 Press onward to the prize; 
 Soon our Saviour will return 
 
 Triumphant in the skies: 
 Yet a season, — and you know 
 
 Happy entrance will be given, 
 All our sorrows left below, 
 
 And earth exchanged for heaven. 
 
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 7s, 6s, d. " Our Earthly House." j. burton. 
 
 Time is winging us away 
 
 To our eternal home ; 
 Life is but a winter's day — 
 
 A journey to the tomb ; 
 
THE CHRISTIAN'S DEATH. 607 
 
 Youth and vigor soon will flee, 
 Blooming beauty lose its charms; 
 
 All that 's mortal soon shall be 
 Enclosed in death's cold arms. 
 
 2 Time is winging us away 
 
 To our eternal home ; 
 Life is but a winter's day — 
 
 A journey to the tomb; 
 But the Christian shall enjoy 
 
 Health and beauty, soon, above, 
 Far beyond the world's annoy, 
 
 Secure in Jesus' love. 
 
 t/Tcl l. M. " His Beloved Sleep <.'* I. watts. 
 
 Why should we start, and fear to die ? 
 
 What timorous worms we mortals are ! 
 Death is the gate of endless joy, 
 
 And yet we dread to enter there. 
 
 2 The pains, the g-oims, the dying strife, 
 Fright our approaching souls away; 
 
 We still shrink back again to life, 
 Fond of our prison and our clay. 
 
 3 Oh, if my Lord would come and meet. 
 My soul should stretch her wings in haste, 
 
 Fly fearless through death's iron gate, 
 Nor feel the terrors as she passed. 
 
 4 Jesus can make a dying bed 
 Feel soft as downy pillows are, 
 
 While on his breast I lean my head, 
 And breathe my life out sweetly there ! 
 
608 THE christian's death. 
 
 tJ^^J l. M. Death of the Righteous, a. l. barbauld. 
 How blest the righteous when he dies, — 
 
 When sinks a weary soul to rest ! 
 How mildly beam the closing eyes ! 
 
 How gently heaves the expiring breast ! 
 
 2 So fades a summer-cloud away ; 
 
 So sinks the gale when storms are o'er ; 
 So gently shuts the eye of day ; 
 So dies a wave along the shore. 
 
 3 A holy quiet reigns around, — 
 
 A calm which life nor death destroys; 
 And naught disturbs that peace profound, 
 Which his unfettered soul enjoys. 
 
 4 Life's labor done, as sinks the clay, 
 Light from its load the spirit flies ; 
 
 While heaven and earth combine to say, — 
 " How blest the righteous when he dies ! " 
 
 t/TiO l. m. Psalm 90. I. WATTS. 
 
 Through every age, eternal God ! 
 Thou art our Rest, our safe Abode ; 
 High was thy throne, ere heaven was made, 
 Or earth, thy humble footstool, laid. 
 
 2 Long hadst thou reigned, ere time began, 
 Or dust was fashioned into man ; 
 
 And long thy kingdom shall endure, 
 When earth and time shall be no more. 
 
 3 Death, like an overflowing stream, 
 Sweeps us away ; our life 's a dream; 
 An empty tale ; a morning flower, 
 Cut down, and withered in an hour. 
 
THE CHRISTIAN'S DEATH. 609 
 
 4 Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man; 
 And kindly lengthen out our span, 
 Till thine own grace, so rich, so free, 
 Fit us to die and dwell with thee. 
 
 tJ jltt. l. m. "Asleep in Jesus. 1 * m. mackay. 
 
 Asleep in Jesus ! blessed sleep ! 
 From which none ever wake to weep ; 
 A calm and undisturbed repose, 
 Unbroken by the last of foes. 
 
 2 Asleep in Jesus ! oh, how sweet 
 To be for such a slumber meet ! 
 With holy confidence to sing 
 
 That death hath lost its venomed sting ! 
 
 3 Asleep in Jesus ! peaceful rest ! 
 Whose waking is supremely blest ; 
 No fear — no woe, shall dim the hour 
 That manifests the Saviour's power. 
 
 4 Asleep in Jesus ! oh, for me 
 May such a blissful refuge be : 
 Securely shall my ashes lie, 
 
 And wait the summons from on high. 
 
 t/Tt) l. m. Death of an Infant. a. steels.. 
 
 So fades the lovely, blooming flower, — 
 Frail smiling solace of an hour ! 
 So soon our transient comforts fly, 
 And pleasure only blooms to die. 
 
 2 Is there no kind, no lenient art, 
 To heal the anguish of the heart ? 
 Spirit of grace ! be ever nigh, 
 Thy comforts are not made to die. 
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610 THE CHRISTIAN'S DEATH. 
 
 3 Thy powerful aid supports the soul, 
 And nature owns thy kind control ; 
 While we peruse the sacred page, 
 Our fiercest griefs resign their rage. 
 
 4 Then gentle patience smiles on pain, 
 And dying hope revives again ; 
 
 Hope wipes the tear from sorrow's eye, 
 And faith points upward to the sky. 
 
 t/~rO s. M. "For Ever." j. Montgomery. 
 
 "For ever with the Lord ! " 
 
 So, Jesus ! let it be ; 
 Life from the dead is in that word ; 
 
 'Tis immortality. 
 
 2 Here, in the body pent, 
 Absent from thee I roam : 
 
 Yet nightly pitch my moving tent 
 A day's march nearer home. 
 
 3 My Father's house on high, 
 Home of my soul ! how near, 
 
 At times, to faith's aspiring eye, 
 Thy golden gates appear ! 
 
 4 " For ever with the Lord ! " 
 Father, if 't is thy will, 
 
 The promise of thy gracious word 
 Ev'n here to me fulfill. 
 
 5 So, when my latest breath 
 Shall rend the vail in twain, 
 
 By death I shall escape from death, 
 And life eternal gain. 
 
THE CHRISTIAN'S DEATH. 611 
 
 6 Knowing as I am known, 
 How shall I love that word, 
 
 And oft repeat before the throne, 
 " For ever with the Lord ! " 
 
 V/Tr ( s. M. Resurrection. s. f. smith. 
 
 Oh, for the death of those 
 
 Who slumber in the Lord ! 
 Oh, be like theirs my last repose, 
 
 Like theirs my last reward! 
 
 2 Their bodies in the ground, 
 In silent hope may lie, 
 
 Till the last trumpet's joyful sound 
 Shall call them to the sky. 
 
 3 Their ransomed spirits soar 
 On wings of faith and love, 
 
 To meet the Saviour they adore, 
 And reign with him above. 
 
 4 With us their names shall live 
 Through long succeeding years, 
 
 Embalmed with all our hearts can give, 
 Our praises and our tears. 
 
 y48 S. M. "/ Will Wait" H. BOxNAR, 
 
 A few more years shall roll, 
 A few more seasons come ; 
 And we shall be with those that rest, 
 Asleep within the tomb; — 
 
 2 A few more storms shall beat 
 
 On this wild rocky shore ; 
 And we shall be where tempests cease, 
 
 And surges swell no more; — 
 
612 THE christian's death. 
 
 3 A few more struggles here, 
 A few more partings o'er, 
 
 A few more toils, a few more tears, 
 And we shall weep no more. 
 
 4 Then, O my Lord, prepare 
 My soul for that glad day ; 
 
 Oh, wash me in thy precious blood, 
 And take my sins away ! 
 
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 "Nearer" p. cary. 
 
 One sweetly solemn thought 
 
 Comes to me o'er and o'er, — 
 Nearer my home, to-day, am I 
 
 Than e'er I 've been before. 
 
 2 Nearer my Father's house, 
 Where many mansions be ; 
 
 Nearer to-day the great white throne, 
 Nearer the crystal sea. 
 
 3 Nearer the bound of life, 
 Where burdens are laid down; 
 
 Nearer to leave the heavy cross ; 
 Nearer to gain the crown. 
 
 4 But, lying dark between, 
 Winding down through the night, 
 
 There rolls the deep and unknown stream 
 That leads at last to light. 
 
 5 Ev'n now, perchance, my feet 
 Are slipping on the brink, 
 
 And I, to-day, am nearer home, — 
 Nearer than now I think. 
 
THE CHRISTIAN'S DEATH. 613 
 
 6 Father, perfect my trust ! 
 
 Strengthen my power of faith ! 
 Nor let me stand, at last, alone 
 
 Upon the shore of death. 
 
 t/DU CM. "Where is Thy Sting?" I. watts. 
 
 Oh, for an overcoming faith, 
 
 To cheer my dying hours ; 
 To triumph o'er approaching death, 
 
 And all his frightful powers ! 
 
 2 Joyful, with all the strength I have, 
 My quivering lip should sing, — 
 
 " Where is thy boasted victory, grave; 
 And where, O death, thy sting ? " 
 
 3 Now to the God of victory 
 Immortal thanks be paid; — 
 
 Who makes us conquerors, while we die, 
 Through Christ, our living Head ! 
 
 i/Ol cm. " I Shall Go to Him." h. k. white. 
 
 Through sorrow's night, and danger's path, 
 
 Amid the deepening gloom, 
 We, followers of our suffering Lord, 
 
 Are marching to the tomb. 
 
 2 There, when the turmoil is no more, 
 And all our powers decay, 
 
 Our cold remains, in solitude, 
 Shall sleep the years away. 
 
 3 Our labors done, securely laid 
 In this our last retreat, 
 
 Unheeded o'er our silent dust 
 The storms of earth shall beat. 
 
614 THE christian's death. 
 
 4 Yet not thus buried or extinct, 
 The vital spark shall lie : 
 
 For o'er life's wreck that spark shall rise 
 To seek its kindred sky. 
 
 5 These ashes, too, this little dust, 
 Our Father's care shall keep, 
 
 Till the last angel rise and break 
 The long and dreary sleep. 
 
 6 Then love's soft dew o'er every eye 
 Shall shed its mildest rays, 
 
 x\rid the long silent voice awake 
 With shouts of endless praise. 
 
 \jt)& c. m. Resurrection Sure. ray palmer. 
 
 When downward to the darksome tomb 
 
 I thoughtful turn my eyes, 
 Frail nature trembles at the gloom, 
 
 And anxious fears arise. 
 
 2 Why shrinks my soul ? — in death's embrace 
 Once Jesus captive slept : 
 
 And angels, hovering o'er the place, 
 His lowly pillow kept. 
 
 3 Thus shall they guard my sleeping dust, 
 And, as the Saviour rose, 
 
 The grave again shall yield her trust, 
 And end my deep repose. 
 
 4 My Lord, before to glory gone, 
 Shall bid me come away ; 
 
 And calm and bright shall break the dawn 
 Of heaven's eternal day. 
 
THE CHRISTIAN'S DEATH. 615 
 
 5 Then let my faith each fear dispel, 
 
 And gild with light the grave; 
 To him my loftiest praises swell, 
 
 Who died, from death to save. 
 
 <J<DO c. M. " We are Confident." i. watts. 
 
 Why do we mourn departing friends, 
 
 Or shake at death's alarms ? 
 'T is but the voice that Jesus sends, 
 
 To call them to his arms. 
 
 2 Are we not tending upward, too, 
 As fast as time can move ? 
 
 Nor would we wish the hours more slow, 
 To keep us from our love. 
 
 3 Why should we tremble to convey 
 Their bodies to the tomb ? 
 
 There the dear flesh of Jesus lay, 
 And scattered all the gloom. 
 
 4 The graves of all the saints he blessed, 
 And softened every bed ; 
 
 Where should the dying members rest, 
 But with the dying Head ? 
 
 5 Thence he arose, ascending high, 
 And showed our feet the way ; 
 
 Up to the Lord we, too, shall fly 
 At the great rising-day. 
 
 6 Then let the last loud trumpet sound, 
 And bid our kindred rise ; 
 
 Awake ! ye nations under ground ; 
 Ye saints ! ascend the skies. 
 
GIG THE christian's death. 
 
 */04r l. m. Heaven Alone Unfading. d. e. ford. 
 
 How vaix is all beneath the skies ! 
 
 How transient every earthly bliss ! 
 How slender all the fondest ties 
 That bind us to a world like this ! 
 
 2 The evening cloud, the morning dew, 
 The withering grass, the fading flower, 
 
 Of earthly hopes are emblems true, — 
 The glory of a passing hour. 
 
 3 But, though earth's fairest blossoms die, 
 And all beneath the skies is vain, 
 
 There is a land whose confines lie 
 Beyond the reach of care and pain. 
 
 4 Then let the hope of joys to come 
 Dispel our cares and chase our fears : 
 
 If God be ours, we 're traveling home, 
 Though passing through a vale of tears. 
 
 xjDO l. m. Psalm 17. 1. watts. 
 
 What sinners value I resign ; 
 
 Lord ! 'tis enough that thou art mine ; 
 
 1 shall behold thy blissful face, 
 
 And stand complete in righteousness. 
 
 2 This life 's a dream — an empty show ; 
 But the bright world to which I go, 
 Hath joys substantial and sincere; 
 When shall I wake, and find me there ? 
 
 3 Oh, glorious hour ! oh, blest abode ! 
 I shall be near, and like my God ; 
 And flesh and sin no more control 
 The sacred pleasures of the soul. 
 
THE CHRISTIAN'S DEATH. 617 
 
 4 My flesh shall slumber in the ground, 
 Till the last trumpet's joyful sound; 
 Then burst the chains, with sweet surprise. 
 And in my Saviour's image rise ! 
 
 956 
 
 957 
 
 8s, 7s, 7s. " What is Your Life?" t. kelly. 
 What is life ? 't is but a vapor, 
 
 Soon it vanishes away ; 
 Life is but a dying taper — 
 
 O my soul, why wish to stay ? 
 Why not spread thy wings and fly 
 Straight to yonder world of joy ? 
 
 2 See that glory, how resplendent ? 
 Brighter far than fancy paints ; 
 
 There, in majesty transcendent, 
 Jesus reigns — the King of saints. 
 Why not spread, etc. 
 
 3 Joyful crowds his throne surrounding, 
 Sing with rapture of his love ; 
 
 Through the heavens his praise resounding, 
 Filling all the courts above. 
 Why not spread, etc. 
 
 4 Go, and share his people's glory, 
 'Midst the ransomed crowd appear; 
 
 Thine a joyful wondrous story, 
 One that angels love to hear. 
 Why not spread, etc. 
 
 c. p. m. The Tribunal, lady huntington. 
 
 When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come 
 To take thy ransomed people home, 
 Shall I among them stand ? 
 
618 THE christian's death. 
 
 Shall such a worthless worm as I, 
 Who sometimes am afraid to die, 
 Be found at thy right hand 
 
 2 1 love to meet thy people now, 
 Before thy feet with them to bow, 
 
 Though vilest of them all ; 
 But, can I bear the piercing thought, 
 What if my name should be left out, 
 
 When thou for them shalt call ? 
 
 3 O Lord, prevent it by thy grace, 
 Be thou my only hiding-place, 
 
 In this the accepted day ; 
 Thy pardoning voice, oh, let me hear, 
 To still my unbelieving fear, 
 Nor let me fall, I pray. 
 
 4 Among thy saints let me be found, 
 Whene'er the archangel's trump shall sound, 
 
 To see thy smiling face ; 
 Then loudest of the throng I '11 sing, 
 While heaven's resounding mansions ring 
 
 With shouts of sovereign grace. 
 
 958: 
 
 It. Our Fathers; Where are TJiey ? l\ doddridge. 
 
 How swift the torrent rolls, 
 
 That bears us to the sea, 
 The tide that hurries thoughtless souls 
 
 To vast eternity ! 
 
 2 Our fathers, where are they, 
 With all they called their own ? 
 
 Their joys and griefs, and hopes and cares, 
 And wealth and honor gone. 
 
959 
 
 THE CHRISTIAN'S DEATH. 619 
 
 3 God of our fathers, hear, 
 Thou everlasting Friend ! 
 
 While we, as on life's utmost verge, 
 Our souls to thee commend. 
 
 4 Of all the pious dead 
 
 May we the footsteps trace, 
 Till with them, in the land of light, 
 We dwell before thy face. 
 
 if. " How Long, O Lord/" h. bonar. 
 
 The Church has waited long 
 
 Her absent Lord to see ; 
 And still in loneliness she waits, 
 
 A friendless stranger she. 
 
 2 How long, O Lord our God, 
 Holy and true and good, 
 
 Wilt thou not judge thy suffering Church, 
 Her sighs and tears and blood ? 
 
 3 Saint after saint on earth, 
 Has lived and loved and died ; 
 
 And as they left us, one by one, 
 We laid them side by side. 
 
 4 We laid them down to sleep, 
 But not in hope forlorn ; 
 
 We laid them but to ripen there, 
 Till the last glorious morn. 
 
 5 We long to hear thy voice, 
 To see thee face to face, 
 
 To share thy crown and glory then, 
 As now we share thy grace. 
 
620 THE christian's death. 
 
 6 Come, Lord, and wipe away 
 The curse, the sin, the stain, 
 
 And make this blighted world of ours 
 Thine own fair world again. 
 
 t) OU s. m. The Pious Dead. R. mant. 
 
 For all thy saints, O God, 
 
 Who strove in Christ to live, 
 Who followed him, obeyed, adored, 
 Our grateful hymn receive. 
 
 2 For all thy saints, O God, 
 Accept our thankful cry, 
 
 Who counted Christ their great reward, 
 And yearned for him to die. 
 
 3 They all, in life and death, 
 With him, their Lord, in view, 
 
 Learned from thy Holy Spirit's breath 
 To suffer and to do. 
 
 4 For this thy name we bless, 
 And humbly pray that we 
 
 May follow them in holiness, 
 And live and die in thee. 
 
 «JO-L s. m. " Where is Thy Victory?" g. w. bethune. 
 
 It is not death to die — 
 
 To leave this weary road, 
 And 'mid the brotherhood on high, 
 
 To be at home with God. 
 
 2 It is not death to close 
 
 The eye long dimmed by tears, 
 
 And wake, in glorious repose 
 To spend eternal years. 
 
962 
 
 THE CHRISTIAN'S DEATH. 621 
 
 3 It is not death to bear 
 
 The wrench that sets us free 
 From dungeon chain, — to breathe the air 
 Of boundless liberty. 
 
 4 It is not death to fling 
 Aside this sinful dust, 
 
 And rise, on strong exulting wing, 
 To live among the just. 
 
 5 Jesus, thou Prince of life ! 
 Thy chosen cannot die ; 
 
 Like thee, they conquer in the strife, 
 To reign with thee on high. 
 
 3. m. Death oj a Minister, j. Montgomery. 
 
 Servant of God, well done ! 
 
 Rest from thy loved employ : 
 The battle fought, the victory won, 
 
 Enter thy Master's joy ! 
 
 2 The voice at midnight came ; 
 He started up to hear ; 
 
 A mortal arrow pierced his frame ; 
 He fell, but felt no fear. 
 
 3 His spirit with a bound 
 Left its encumbering clay : 
 
 His tent, at sunrise, on the ground 
 A darkened ruin lay. 
 
 4 The pains of death are past, 
 Labor and sorrow cease, 
 
 And, life's long warfare closed at last, 
 His soul is found in peace. 
 
622 THE christian's death. 
 
 5 Soldier of Christ, well done ! 
 
 Praise be thy new employ ; 
 And, while eternal ages run, 
 
 Rest in thy Saviour's joy. 
 
 ♦JuO s. m. "With Thy Might.** h. bonar. 
 
 Make haste, O man, to live, 
 
 For thou so soon must die; 
 Time hurries past thee like the breeze ; 
 
 How swift its moments fly ! 
 
 2 To breathe, and wake, and sleep, 
 To smile, to sigh, to grieve, 
 
 To move in idleness through earth — 
 This, this is not to live. 
 
 3 Make haste, O man, to do 
 "Whatever must be done ; 
 
 Thou hast no time to lose in sloth, 
 Thy day will soon be gone. 
 
 4 Up, then, with speed, and work ; 
 Fling ease and self away — 
 
 This is no time for thee to sleep — 
 Up, watch, and work, and pray ! 
 
 C. ML D. Psal; I. WATTS. 
 
 Our God, our help in ages past, 
 
 Our hope for years to come ; 
 Our shelter from the stormy blast, 
 
 And our eternal home : — 
 Under the shadow of thy throne 
 
 Thy saints have dwelt secure ; 
 Sufficient is thine arm alone, 
 
 And our defence is sure. 
 
 964 
 
THE CHRISTIAN'S DEATH. 623 
 
 2 Before the hills in order stood, 
 Or earth received her frame, 
 
 From everlasting thou art God, 
 
 To endless years the same. 
 A thousand ages, in thy sight, 
 
 Are like an evening gone ; 
 Short as the watch that ends the night, 
 
 Before the rising sun. 
 
 3 Time, like an ever-rolling stream. 
 Bears all its sons away ; 
 
 They fly, forgotten, as a dream 
 
 Dies at the opening day. 
 Our God, our help in ages past, 
 
 Our hope for years to come, 
 Be thou our guard while troubles last, 
 
 And our eternal home. 
 
 965 
 
 m. Death is Transition. r. p. dunn, tr. 
 
 No, no, it is not dying 
 
 To go unto our God ; 
 This gloomy earth forsaking, 
 Our journey homeward taking, 
 
 Along the starry road. 
 
 2 No, no, it is not dying 
 Heaven's citizen to be ; 
 
 A crown immortal wearing, 
 And rest unbroken sharing, 
 From care and conflict free. 
 
 3 No, no, it is not dying 
 
 To wear a heavenly crown ; 
 Among God's people dwelling, 
 The glorious triumph swelling, 
 
 Of him whose sway we own. 
 
624 THE christian's death. 
 
 4 Oh, no ! this is not dying, 
 Thou Saviour of mankind ! 
 There, streams of love are flowing, 
 Xo hindrance ever knowing ; 
 Here, only drops we find. 
 
 t/ t)t) l. m. Burial of Believers. L watts. 
 
 UNVAIL thy bosom, faithful tomb ! 
 
 Take this new treasure to thy trust, 
 And give these sacred relics room 
 
 To seek a slumber in the dust. 
 
 2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear, 
 Invade thy bounds ; — no mortal woes 
 
 Can reach the peaceful sleeper here, 
 While angels watch the soft repose. 
 
 3 So Jesus slept ; God's dying Son 
 
 Passed thro' the grave and blessed the bed 1 
 Rest here, blest saint ! till, from his throne, 
 The morning break, and pierce the shade. 
 
 4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn ! 
 Attend, O earth ! his sovereign word ; 
 
 Restore thy trust; — a glorious form 
 Shall then arise to meet the Lord. 
 
 */U I irr. If. The Soul Departing. a. pope. 
 
 Vital spark of heavenly flame ! 
 Quit, oh, quit this mortal frame ; 
 Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying — 
 Oh, the pain ! — the bliss of dying ! 
 Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife, 
 And let me languish into life ! 
 
THE CHRISTIAN'S DEATH. 625 
 
 2 Hark ! they whisper ; angels say, 
 " Sister spirit, come away ;" 
 What is this absorbs me quite? — 
 Steals my senses, shuts my sight, 
 Drowns my spirits, draws my breath? — 
 Tell me, my soul, can this be death? 
 
 3 The world recedes — it disappears ! 
 Heaven opens on my eyes ! — my ears 
 With sounds seraphic ring ! 
 
 Lend, lend your wings ! I mount ! I fly ! 
 " O Grave ! where is thy victory? 
 O Death ! where is thy sting ? " 
 
 t/UO L. m. John 17 : 24. c. elliott. 
 
 Let me be with thee where thou art, 
 My Saviour, my eternal Rest; 
 
 Then only will this longing heart 
 Be fully and for ever blest. 
 
 2 Let me be with thee where thou art, 
 Thine unvailed glory to behold ; 
 
 Then only will this wandering heart 
 Cease to be false to thee and cold. 
 
 3 Let me be with thee where thou art, 
 Where none can die, where none remove ; 
 
 There neither death nor life will part 
 Me from thy presence and thy love. 
 
 tJ \)\j C. M. Job 3 : 17-20. R. BLAIR. 
 
 How still and peaceful is the grave ! 
 
 Where, life's vain tumults past, 
 The appointed house, by heaven's decree, 
 Receives us all at last. 
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626 THE christian's death. 
 
 2 The wicked there from troubling cease ; 
 Their passions rage no more; 
 
 And there the weary pilgrim rests 
 From all the toils he bore. 
 
 3 There servants, masters, small and great, 
 Partake the same repose ; 
 
 And there, in peace, the ashes mix 
 Of those who once were foes. 
 
 4 All, leveled by the hand of death, 
 Lie sleeping in the tomb, 
 
 Till God in judgment calls them forth 
 To meet their final doom. 
 
 970 
 
 To Die is Gain. vv. h. bathurst. 
 
 Why should our tears in sorrow flow, 
 
 When God recalls his own ; 
 And bids them leave a world of woe 
 
 For an immortal crown ? 
 
 2 Is not ev'n death a gain to those 
 Whose life to God was given ? 
 
 Gladly to earth their eyes they close, 
 To open them in heaven. 
 
 3 Their toils are past, their work is done, 
 And they are fully blest : 
 
 They fought the fight, the victory won, 
 And entered into. rest. 
 
 4 Then let our sorrows cease to flow, — 
 God has recalled his own ; 
 
 And let our hearts in every woe, 
 Still say,— "Thy will be done ! " 
 
971 
 
 THE CHRISTIAN'S DEATH. 627 
 
 p. m. The Cemetery. j. Montgomery. 
 
 This place is holy ground ! 
 
 World, with its cares, away ! 
 A holy, solemn stillness, round 
 
 This lifeless, mouldering clay; 
 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear, 
 Can reach the peaceful sleeper here. 
 
 2 Behold the bed of death, 
 The pale and mortal clay! 
 
 Heard ye the sob of parting breath? 
 
 Marked ye the eye's last ray ? 
 No ! life so sweetly ceased to be, 
 It lapsed in immortality. 
 
 3 Bury the dead, and weep 
 In stillness o'er the loss ! 
 
 Bury the dead ! in Christ they sleep 
 
 Who bore on earth his cross ; 
 And from the grave their dust shall rise, 
 In his own image to the skies. 
 
 972 
 
 Death at Prime. J. Montgomery. 
 
 Go TO the grave in all thy glorious prime ! 
 
 In full activity of zeal and power ; 
 A Christian cannot die before his time; 
 
 The Lord's appointment is the servant's hour. 
 
 2 Go to the grave ; at noon from labor cease ; 
 Rest on thy sheaves, thy harvest-task is done ; 
 
 Come from the heat of battle, and in peace, 
 Soldier ! go home ; with thee the fight is won. 
 
 3 Go to the grave, for there thy Saviour lay 
 In death's embraces, ere he rose on high ; 
 
 And all the ransomed, by that narrow way, 
 Pass to eternal life beyond the sky. 
 
628 THE GENERAL JUDGMENT. 
 
 4 Go to the grave ? no, take thy seat above ! 
 
 Be thy pure spirit present with the Lord, 
 Where thou for faith and hope hast perfect love, 
 
 And open vision for the written Word. 
 
 t/ i O l. m. Be Pitiful, O God. c. f. Alexander. 
 
 O Son of God, in glory crowned, 
 
 The Judge ordained of quick and dead ! 
 
 O Son of man, so pitying found 
 For all the tears thy people shed ! 
 
 2 Be with us in this darkened place, — 
 This weary, restless, dangerous night ; 
 
 And teach, oh, teach us by thy grace, 
 To struggle onward into light ! 
 
 3 And since, in God's recording book, 
 Our sins are written, every one, — 
 
 The crime, the wrath, the wandering look, 
 The good we knew, and left undone ; — 
 
 4 Lord, ere the last dread trump be heard, 
 And ere before thy face we stand, 
 
 Look thou on each accusing word, 
 And blot it with thy bleeding hand. 
 
 974 
 
 8s, 7s, 4s. " They Shall Look on Him." 
 
 See the eternal Judge descending ! 
 
 View him seated on his throne ! 
 Now, poor sinner, now lamenting, 
 
 Stand and hear thine awful doom ; 
 Trumpets call thee, 
 
 Stand and hear thine awful doom ! 
 
 
THE GENERAL JUDGMENT. 629 
 
 2 Hear the cries he now is venting, 
 Filled with dread of fiercer pain ; 
 
 While in anguish thus lamenting 
 That he ne'er was born again — 
 
 Greatly mourning 
 That he ne'er was born again. 
 
 3 " Yonder sits my slighted Saviour, 
 With the marks of dying love ; 
 
 Oh, that I had sought his favor 
 When I felt his Spirit move — 
 
 Golden moments, 
 When I felt his Spirit move ! " 
 
 975 
 
 7s, 4S. " Day of Wonders." J. newton. 
 
 Day of judgment ! day of wonders ; 
 
 Hark ! — the trumpet's awful sound, 
 Louder than a thousand thunders, 
 
 Shakes the vast creation round : 
 How the summons 
 
 Will the sinner's heart confound ! 
 
 2 See the Judge, our nature wearing, 
 Clothed in majesty divine ! 
 
 You, who long for his appearing, 
 
 Then shall say, " This God is mine ! " 
 
 Gracious Saviour ! 
 Own me in that day for thine. 
 
 3 At his call, the dead awaken, 
 Rise to life from earth and sea ; 
 
 All the powers of nature, shaken 
 By his looks, prepare to flee : 
 
 Careless sinner ! 
 What will then become of thee ? 
 
630 THE GENERAL JUDGMENT. 
 
 tJ I O p. M. Prepare io Meet God. w. b. collyer, tr. 
 
 Great God, what do I see and hear ! 
 
 The end of things created ! 
 The Judge of man I see appear, 
 
 On clouds of glory seated : 
 The trumpet sounds ; the graves restore 
 The dead which they contained before ; 
 
 Prepare, my soul, to meet him. 
 
 2 The dead in Christ shall first arise, 
 At the last trumpet's sounding — 
 
 Caught up to meet him in the skies, 
 With joy their Lord surrounding ; 
 
 No gloomy fears their souls dismay, 
 
 His presence sheds eternal day 
 On those prepared to meet him. 
 
 3 But sinners, filled with guilty fears, 
 Behold his wrath prevailing ; 
 
 For they shall rise, and find their tears 
 And sighs are unavailing : 
 
 The day of grace is past and gone ; 
 
 Trembling they stand before the throne, 
 All unprepared to meet him. 
 
 4 Great God ! what do I see and hear ! 
 
 The end of things created ! 
 The Judge of man I see appear, 
 
 On clouds of glory seated: 
 Beneath his cross I view the day 
 When heaven and earth shall pass away, 
 
 And thus prepare to meet him. 
 
977 
 
 THE GENERAL JUDGMENT. 631 
 
 p. m. "Into Thine Hand." e. a. bo wring, tr. 
 
 When my last hour is close at hand, 
 
 My last sad journey taken, 
 Do thou, Lord Jesus ! by me stand ; 
 
 Let me not be forsaken : 
 O Lord ! my spirit I resign 
 Into thy loving hands divine ; 
 
 'T is safe within thy keeping. 
 
 2 Countless as sands upon the shore, 
 My sins may then appall me ; 
 
 Yet, though my conscience vex me sore, 
 Despair shall not enthrall me ; 
 
 For as I draw my latest breath, 
 
 I '11 think, Lord Christ ! upon thy death, 
 And there find consolation. 
 
 3 I shall not in the grave remain, 
 
 Since thou death's bonds hast severed : 
 
 By hope with thee to raise again, 
 From fear of death delivered, 
 
 I '11 come to thee, where'er thou art, — 
 
 Live with thee, from thee never part ; 
 Therefore I die in rapture. 
 
 4 And so to Jesus Christ I '11 go, 
 My longing arms extending; 
 
 So fall asleep, in slumber deep, 
 Slumber that knows no ending ; 
 
 Till Jesus Christ, God's only Son, 
 
 Opens the gates of bliss, leads on 
 To heaven, to life eternal. 
 
632 THE GENERAL JUDGMENT. 
 
 978 
 
 5. A 11 Over and Gone. H. alford. 
 
 Earth is past away and gone, 
 All her glories, every one, 
 All her pomp is broken down ; 
 God is reigning, God alone ! 
 
 2 All her high ones lowly lie, 
 All her mirth hath passed by, 
 All her merry-hearted sigh ; 
 God is reigning, God on high ! 
 
 3 No more sorrow, no more night ; 
 Perfect joy and purest light ! 
 With his spotless saints and bright, 
 God is reigning in the height ! 
 
 4 Blessing, praise and glory bring; 
 Offer every holy thing ; 
 Everlasting praises sing; 
 
 God is reigning, God our King ! 
 
 979 
 
 The Last Day. b. beddome. 
 
 Behold, the day is come ; 
 
 The righteous Judge is near; 
 And sinners, trembling at their doom, 
 
 Shall soon their sentence hear. 
 
 2 How awful is the sight ! 
 How loud the thunders roar ! 
 
 The sun forbears to give his light, 
 And stars are seen no more. 
 
 3 The whole creation groans ; 
 But saints arise and sing : 
 
 They are the ransomed of the Lord, 
 And he their God and King. 
 
980 
 
 THE GENERAL JUDGMENT. 633 
 
 Now is the Time. p. doddridge. 
 
 And will the Judge descend, 
 
 And must the dead arise, 
 And not a single soul escape 
 
 His all-discerning eyes ? 
 
 2 How will my heart endure 
 The terrors of that day, 
 
 When earth and heaven before his face 
 Astonished shrink away? 
 
 3 But, ere the trumpet shakes 
 The mansions of the dead, 
 
 Hark, from the gospel's cheering sound 
 What joyful tidings spread I 
 
 4 Ye sinners ! seek his grace 
 Whose wrath ye cannot bear ; 
 
 Fly to the shelter of his cross, 
 And find salvation there. 
 
 fJOX l. m. " The Day of the Lord" w. scott. 
 
 The day of wrath ! that dreadful day, 
 When heaven and earth shall pass away . 
 What power shall be the sinner's stay ? 
 How shall he meet that dreadful day ? — 
 
 2 When, shriveling like a parched scroll, 
 The flaming heavens together roll, 
 
 And louder yet, and yet more dread, 
 Swells the high trump that wakes the dead ! 
 
 3 Oh, on that day, that wrathful day, 
 When man to judgment wakes from clay, 
 Be thou, O Christ, the sinner's stay, 
 Though heaven and earth shall pass away. 
 
634 THE GENERAL JUDGMENT. 
 
 \jOJi 8s, 7s, 4s. "Tfie Mighty God" w. goode 
 
 Lo ! the mighty God appearing — 
 From on high Jehovah speaks ! 
 
 Eastern lands the summons hearing, 
 O'er the west his thunder breaks : 
 
 Earth beholds him: 
 Universal nature shakes. 
 
 2 Zion, all its light unfolding, 
 God in glory shall display : 
 
 Lo ! he comes, — nor silence holding, 
 Fire and clouds prepare his way : 
 
 Tempests round him 
 Hasten on the dreadful day, 
 
 3 To the heavens his voice ascending, 
 To the earth beneath he cries — 
 
 " Souls immortal now descending, 
 Let the sleeping dust arise ! 
 
 Rise to judgment ; 
 Let my throne adorn the skies. 
 
 4 " Gather first my saints around me, 
 Those who to my covenant stood ; 
 
 Those who humbly sought and found me, 
 Through the dying Saviour's blood : 
 
 Blest Redeemer ! 
 Choicest sacrifice to God ! " 
 
 5 Now the heavens on high adore him, 
 And his righteousness declare : 
 
 Sinners perish from before him, 
 But his saints his mercies share : 
 
 Just his judgment ! 
 God, himself the Judge, is there. 
 
983 
 
 THE GENERAL JUDGMENT. 635 
 
 7s, 3 1. " Dies Irce" H. alford. 
 
 Day of anger ! that dread day- 
 Shall the sign in heaven display, 
 And the earth in ashes lay ! 
 
 2 Oh, what trembling shall appear, 
 When his coming shall be near, 
 Who shall all things strictly clear ! 
 
 3 When the trumpet shall command, 
 Through the tombs of every land, 
 All before the throne to stand ! 
 
 4 What shall I before him say ? 
 How shall I be safe that day — 
 When the righteous scarcely may ? 
 
 5 King of awful majesty, 
 Saving sinners graciously, — 
 Fount of mercy ! save thou me ! 
 
 6 Leave me not, my Saviour! one, 
 For whose soul thy course was run ! 
 Lest I be that day undone ! 
 
 7 Though unworthy is my prayer, 
 Make my soul thy mercy's care, 
 And from death eternal spare ! 
 
 8 When thy voice in wrath shall say, 
 Cursed one, depart away ! 
 
 Call me with thy blest, I pray ! 
 
 984 
 
 The Lord Coming. r. hebe 
 
 The Lord shall come ! the earth shall quake ! 
 The mountains to their centre shake ; 
 And, withering from the vault of night, 
 The stars withdraw their feeble light. 
 
636 THE GENERAL JUDGMENT. 
 
 2 The Lord shall come ! but not the same 
 As once in lowly form he came, — 
 A silent Lamb before his foes, 
 A weary man, and full of woes. 
 
 3 The Lord shall come ! a dreadful form, 
 With wreath of flame, and robe of storm, 
 On cherub-wings, and wings of wind, 
 Anointed Judge of human kind ! 
 
 4 While sinners in despair shall call, 
 " Rocks, hide us ! mountains, on us fall ! ' 
 The saints, ascending from the tomb, 
 Shall sing for joy, " The Lord is come ! " 
 
 »7O0 l. m. 7I. Isa. 57 : 15. c. winkworth, tr. 
 
 Eternity! eternity! 
 How long art thou, eternity! 
 And yet to thee time hastes away, 
 Like as the war horse to the fray, 
 Or swift as couriers homeward go, 
 Or ships to port, or shafts from bow ; 
 Ponder, O man, eternity ! 
 
 2 Eternity ! eternity ! 
 
 How long art thou, eternity ! 
 
 As long as God is God, so long 
 
 Endure the pains of hell and wrong, 
 
 So long the joys of heaven remain ! 
 
 Oh, lasting joy ! oh, lasting pain ! 
 
 Ponder, O man, eternity ! 
 
THE GENERAL JUDGMENT. 63^ 
 
 3 Eternity! eternity! 
 
 How long art thou, eternity ! 
 
 O man, full oft thy thoughts should dwell 
 
 Upon the pains of sin and hell, 
 
 And on the glories of the pure, 
 
 That do beyond all time endure ; 
 
 Ponder, O man, eternity ! 
 
 986 
 
 7s, 4s. "Lo / He Comes /" c. wesli 
 
 Lo ! he comes with clouds descending, 
 
 Once for favored sinners slain ! 
 Thousand thousand saints attending, 
 
 Swell the triumph of his train ! 
 Hallelujah ! 
 
 Jesus comes, and comes to reign. 
 
 2 Every eye shall now behold him, 
 Robed in dreadful majesty ! 
 
 Those who set at naught and sold him, 
 Pierced and nailed him to the tree, 
 
 Deeply wailing, 
 Shall the true Messiah see ! 
 
 3 Lo ! the last long separation, 
 As the cleaving crowds divide, 
 
 And one dread adjudication 
 Sends each soul to either side ! 
 
 Lord of mercy ! 
 How shall I that day abide ? 
 
 4 Yea, Amen ! let all adore thee, 
 High on thine eternal throne ! 
 
 Saviour, take the power and glory; 
 Make thy righteous sentence known ! 
 
 Men and angels 
 Kneel and bow to thee alone ! 
 
638 THE GENERAL JUDGMENT. 
 
 tJO I cm. u That Awful Day ." i. watts. 
 
 That awful day will surely come, 
 The appointed hour makes haste, 
 
 When I must stand before my Judge, 
 And pass the solemn test. 
 
 2 Thou lovely Chief of all my joys, 
 Thou Sovereign of my heart ! 
 
 How could I bear to hear thy voice 
 Pronounce the sound, " Depart ! " 
 
 3 Jesus, I throw my arms around, 
 And hang upon thy breast : 
 
 Without one gracious smile from thee, 
 My spirit cannot rest. 
 
 4 Oh, tell me that my worthless name 
 Is graven on thy hands ! 
 
 Show me some promise in thy book, 
 Where my salvation stands. 
 
 5 Give me one kind, assuring word, 
 To sink my fears again ; 
 
 And cheerfully my soul shall wait 
 Her threescore years and ten. 
 
 ♦JoO c. m. The Test. j. addison. 
 
 When, rising from the bed of death, 
 O'erwhelmed with guilt and fear, 
 
 1 see my Maker face to face, 
 Oh, how shall I appear? 
 
 2 If yet while pardon may be found 
 And mercy may be sought, 
 
 My heart with inward horror shrinks, 
 And trembles at the thought ; — 
 
THE REST OF HEAVEN. 639 
 
 3 When thou, O Lord ! shalt stand disclosed 
 
 In majesty severe, 
 And sit in judgment on my soul, 
 
 Oh, how shall I appear ? 
 
 yOt/ c. m. " Let Me Go Over J '" s. stennett. 
 
 On Jordan's rugged banks I stand, 
 
 And cast a wishful eye 
 To Canaan's fair and happy land, 
 Where my possessions lie. 
 
 2 Oh, the transporting, rapturous scene, 
 That rises to my sight ! 
 
 Sweet fields arrayed in living green, 
 And rivers of delight ! 
 
 3 O'er all those wide extended plains 
 Shines one eternal day ; 
 
 There God, the Son, for ever reigns, 
 And scatters night away. 
 
 4 No chilling winds, or poisonous breath, 
 Can reach that healthful shore ; 
 
 Sickness and sorrow, pain and death, 
 Are felt and feared no more. 
 
 5 When shall I reach that happy place, 
 And be for ever blest ? 
 
 When shall I see my Father's face, 
 And in his bosom rest ? 
 
 6 Filled with delight, my raptured soul 
 Can here no longer stay ; 
 
 Though Jordan's waves around me roll, 
 Fearless I 'd launch away. 
 
640 THE REST OF HEAVEN. 
 
 *J 9/\J c. m. Jesus Exalted. i. watts. 
 
 Behold the glories of the Lamb, 
 
 Amid his Father's throne ; 
 Prepare new honors for his name, 
 
 And songs before unknown. 
 
 2 Let elders worship at his feet, 
 The church adore around, 
 
 With vials full of odors sweet, 
 And harps of sweeter sound. 
 
 3 Now to the Lamb that once was slain, 
 Be endless blessings paid ! 
 
 Salvation, glory, joy remain 
 For ever on thy head ! 
 
 4 Thou hast redeemed our souls with blood, 
 Hast set the prisoners free ; 
 
 Hast made us kings and priests to God, 
 And we shall reign with thee. 
 
 991 
 
 CM. " A Building of God." I. watts. 
 
 There is a house not made with hands, 
 
 Eternal, and on high : 
 And here my spirit waiting stands, 
 
 Till God shall bid it fly. 
 
 2 Shortly this prison of my clay 
 Must be dissolved and fall; 
 
 Then, O my soul, with joy obey 
 Thy heavenly Father's call. 
 
 3 We walk by faith of joys to come ; 
 Faith lives upon his word; 
 
 But while the body is our home, 
 We 're absent from the Lord. 
 
HEAVEN. 641 
 
 4 'T is pleasant to believe thy grace, 
 
 But we had rather see ; 
 We would be absent from the flesh, 
 
 And present, Lord, with thee. 
 
 992 
 
 t. "Lord, Tarry Not." h. bonar. 
 
 Beyond the smiling and the weeping, | 
 
 I shall be soon ; || 
 Beyond the waking and the sleeping, | 
 Beyond the sowing and the reaping, | 
 
 I shall be soon. 
 
 Ref. — Love, rest, and home! Sweet home ! 
 Lord, tarry not, but come. 
 
 2 Beyond the blooming and the fading, | 
 
 I shall be soon ; || 
 Beyond the shining and the shading, | 
 Beyond the hoping and the dreading, | 
 
 I shall be soon. || — Ref. 
 
 3 Beyond the rising and the setting, | 
 
 I shall be soon ; || 
 Beyond the calming and the fretting, | 
 Beyond remembering and forgetting, | 
 
 I shall be soon. II — Ref. 
 
 4 Beyond the parting and the meeting, | 
 
 I shall be soon ; || 
 Beyond the farewell and the greeting, | 
 Beyond the pulse's fever beating, | 
 
 I shall be soon. || — Ref. 
 4i 
 
642 THE REST OF HEAVEN. 
 
 5 Beyond the frost-chain and the fever, | 
 
 I shall be soon ; || 
 Beyond the rock-waste and the river, | 
 Beyond the ever and the never, | 
 
 I shall be soon. || — Ref. 
 
 tJtjO p. m. " O Paradise." f. w. faber. 
 
 O Paradise, O Paradise, 
 
 Who doth not crave for rest ? 
 
 Who would not seek the happy land 
 Where they that loved are blest ? 
 
 Ref. — Where loyal hearts and true 
 Stand ever in the light, 
 All rapture through and through, 
 In God's most holy sight. 
 
 2 O Paradise, O Paradise, 
 The world is growing old ; 
 
 Who would not be at rest and free 
 Where love is never cold? — Ref. 
 
 3 O Paradise. O Paradise, 
 1 greatly long to see 
 
 The special place my dearest Lord 
 In love prepares for me. — Ref. 
 
 4 Lord Jesus, King of Paradise, 
 Oh, keep me in thy love, 
 
 And guide me to that happy land 
 Of perfect rest above. — Ref. 
 
 •JtJ^T 6s, 4s. "Heaven is Nome." t. k. tavlor. 
 
 I 'm but a stranger here, — 
 
 Heaven is my home ; 
 
 Earth is a desert drear, — 
 
 Heaven is my home ; 
 
995 
 
 HEAVEN. 643 
 
 Danger and sorrow stand 
 
 Round me on every hand, 
 
 Heaven is my Fatherland, 
 
 Heaven is my home. 
 
 2 What though the tempests rage ? 
 Heaven is my home ; 
 
 Short is my pilgrimage, 
 
 Heaven is my home ; 
 And time's wild, wintry blast, 
 Soon will be overpast, 
 I shall reach home at last, — 
 
 Heaven is my home. 
 
 3 Therefore I murmur not, — 
 Heaven is my home; 
 
 Whate'er my earthly lot, 
 
 Heaven is my home ; 
 And I shall surely stand 
 There, at my Lord's right hand ; 
 Heaven is my Fatherland, 
 
 Heaven is my home. 
 
 *. "A Place for You." h. bennett. 
 
 1 HAVE a home above, 
 From sin and sorrow free ; 
 
 A mansion which eternal love 
 Designed and formed for me. 
 
 2 My Father's gracious hand 
 Has built this sweet abode ; 
 
 From everlasting it was planned — 
 My dwelling-place with God. 
 
644 THE REST OF HEAVEN. 
 
 3 My Saviour's precious blood 
 Has made my title sure ; 
 
 He passed through death's dark raging flood 
 To make my rest secure. 
 
 4 The Comforter has come, 
 The earnest has been given ; 
 
 He leads me onward to the home 
 Reserved for me in heaven. 
 
 «y*/0 s. m. "A Rest." ray palmer. 
 
 And is there, Lord, a rest 
 
 For weary souls designed, 
 Where not a care shall stir the breast, 
 
 Or sorrow entrance find ? 
 
 2 Is there a blissful home, 
 Where kindred minds shall meet, 
 
 And live, and love, nor ever roam 
 From that serene retreat ? 
 
 3 For ever blessed they, 
 W T hose joyful feet shall stand, 
 
 While endless ages waste away, 
 Amid that glorious land ! 
 
 4 My soul would thither tend, 
 While toilsome years are given ; 
 
 Then let me, gracious God, ascend 
 To SAveet repose in heaven ! 
 
 tJtJ ( c. M. D. " Go Over this Jordan." I. watts. 
 
 There is a land of pure delight, 
 Where saints immortal reign ; 
 
 Infinite day excludes the night, 
 And pleasures banish pain. 
 
HEAVEN. 645 
 
 There everlasting spring abides, 
 And never-withering flowers ; 
 
 Death, like a narrow sea, divides 
 This heavenly land from ours. 
 
 2 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood 
 Stand dressed in living green ; 
 
 So to the Jews old Canaan stood, 
 While Jordan rolled between. 
 
 But timorous mortals start and shrink 
 To cross this narrow sea ; 
 
 And linger, shivering on the brink, 
 And fear to launch away. 
 
 3 Oh, could we make our doubts remove, 
 These gloomy doubts that rise, 
 
 And see the Canaan that we love 
 
 With unbeclouded eyes : — 
 Could we but climb where Moses stood, 
 
 And view the landscape o'er, 
 Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, 
 
 Should fright us from the shore. 
 
 t/t/O c. m. d. " Hold Fast." c. f. Alexander. 
 
 The roseate hues of early dawn, 
 
 The brightness of the day, 
 The crimson of the sunset sky, 
 
 How fast they fade away ! 
 Oh, for the pearly gates of heaven ! 
 
 Oh, for the golden floor! 
 Oh, for the Sun of Righteousness, 
 
 That setteth nevermore ! 
 
 2 The highest hopes we cherish here, 
 How soon they tire and faint ! 
 
 How many a spot defiles the robe 
 That wraps an earthly saint ! 
 
6-4:6 THE REST OF HEAVEN. 
 
 Oh, for a heart that never sins ! 
 
 Oh, for a soul washed white! 
 Oh, for a voice to praise our King, 
 
 Nor weary day nor night ! 
 
 3 Here faith is ours, and heavenly hope, 
 
 And grace to lead us higher ; 
 But there are perfectness and peace, 
 
 Beyond our best desire. 
 Oh, by thy love and anguish, Lord, 
 
 And by thy life laid down, 
 Grant that we fall not from thy grace, 
 
 Nor fail to reach our crown ! 
 
 tJOtJ 7-s, d. " Who are These?" j. Montgomery. 
 
 Who are these in bright array, 
 
 This innumerable throng, 
 Round the altar, night and day 
 
 Hymning one triumphant song? — 
 " Worthy is the Lamb, once slain, 
 
 Blessing, honor, glory, power, 
 Wisdom, riches, to obtain, 
 
 New dominion every hour." 
 
 2 These through fiery trials trod; 
 These from great afflictions came : 
 
 Now, before the throne of God, 
 Sealed with his almighty name, 
 
 Clad in raiment pure and white, 
 Victor-palms in every hand, 
 
 Through their dear Redeemer's might, 
 More than conquerors they stand. 
 
 3 Hunger, thirst, disease unknown. 
 On immortal fruits they feed ; 
 
 Them the Lamb, amid the throne, 
 Shall to living fountains lead : 
 
HEAVEN. 647 
 
 Joy and gladness banish sighs — 
 
 Perfect love dispel all fears — 
 And for ever from their eyes 
 
 God shall wipe away the tears. 
 
 xUUU p. m. Pilgrimage. m. s. b. dana. 
 
 I 'm a pilgrim, and I 'm a stranger ; 
 
 1 can tarry, I can tarry but a night ! 
 Do not detain me, for I am going 
 
 To where the fountains are ever flowing : 
 I 'm a pilgrim, etc. 
 
 2 There the glory is ever shining ! 
 
 Oh, my longing heart, my longing heart is there ! 
 Here in this country so dark and dreary, 
 I long have wandered forlorn and weary : 
 I 'm a pilgrim, etc. 
 
 3 There 's the city to which I journey ; 
 My Redeemer, my Redeemer, is its light! 
 There is no sorrow, nor any sighing, 
 Nor any tears there, nor any dying ! 
 
 I 'm a pilgrim, etc. 
 
 J-UU1 7s, 6s, d. "Mighty to Save.'''' c. l. Bancroft. 
 
 He comes in blood-stained garments ; 
 
 Upon his brow a crown ; 
 The gates of brass fly open, 
 
 The iron bands drop dowm ; 
 From off the fettered captive 
 
 The chains of Satan fall, 
 While angels shout triumphant, 
 
 That Christ is Lord of all. 
 
648 THE REST OF HEAVEN. 
 
 2 Oh, Christ, his love is mighty! 
 
 Long-suffering is his grace ; 
 And glorious is the splendor 
 
 That beameth from his face. 
 Our hearts up-leap in gladness 
 
 When we behold that love, 
 As we go singing onward 
 
 To dwell with him above. 
 
 1002 
 
 7s, 6s, D. Never Separated. R. massie, tr. 
 
 I know no life divided, 
 
 O Lord of life, from thee ; 
 In thee is life provided 
 
 For all mankind and me : 
 
 1 know no death, O Jesus, 
 Because I live in thee ; 
 
 Thy death it is that frees us 
 From death eternally. 
 
 2 I fear no tribulation, 
 Since, whatso'er it be, 
 
 It makes no separation 
 
 Between my Lord and me. 
 If thou, my God and Teacher, 
 
 Vouchsafe to be my own, 
 Though poor, I shall be richer 
 
 Than monarch on his throne. 
 
 3 If, while on earth I wander, 
 My heart is right and blest, 
 
 Ah, what shall I be yonder, 
 
 In perfect peace and rest ? 
 Oh, blessed thought! in dying 
 
 We go to meet the Lord, 
 Where there shall be no sighing, 
 
 A kingdom our reward. 
 
HEAVEN. 049 
 
 J-lJUO 7s, 6s, d. Heaven Begun Below, r. massie, ir. 
 
 1 build on this foundation, — 
 That Jesus and his blood 
 
 Alone are my salvation, 
 
 The true eternal good. 
 To mine his Spirit -speaketh 
 
 Sweet words of soothing power, 
 How God to him that seeketh 
 
 For rest, hath rest in store. 
 
 2 My merry heart is springing, 
 And knows not how to pine : 
 
 'T is full of joy and singing, 
 
 And radiancy divine. 
 The sun whose smiles so cheer me 
 
 Is Jesus Christ alone : 
 To have him always near me 
 
 Is heaven itself begun. 
 
 1004 
 
 7s, 6s, D. Paradise of Joy. J. M. N 
 
 For thee, O dear, dear Country, 
 
 Mine eyes their vigils keep ; 
 For very love, beholding 
 
 Thy happy name, they weep : 
 The mention of thy glory 
 
 Is unction to the breast, 
 And medicine in sickness, 
 
 And love, and life, and rest. 
 
 2 With jasper glow thy bulwarks, 
 Thy streets with emeralds blaze ; 
 
 The sardius and the topaz 
 Unite in thee their rays ; 
 
650 THE REST OF HEAVEN. 
 
 Thine ageless walls are bonded 
 With amethyst unpriced ; 
 
 The saints build up its fabric, 
 The corner-stone is Christ. 
 
 3 Thou hast no shore, fair ocean ; 
 Thou hast no time, bright day : 
 
 Dear fountain of refreshment 
 
 To pilgrims far away: 
 Upon the Rock of ages 
 
 They raise thy holy tower ; 
 Thine is the victor's laurel, 
 
 And thine the golden dower. 
 
 4 Oh, sweet and blessed Country, 
 The home of God's elect ! 
 
 Oh, sweet and blessed Country, 
 That eager hearts expect ! 
 
 Jesus, in mercy bring us 
 To that dear land of rest ; 
 
 Who art, with God the Father, 
 And Spirit, ever blest. 
 
 1 UUO 7s, 6s, d. "Follow m His Steps." j. m. neale, tr. 
 
 O happy band of pilgrims, 
 
 If onward ye will tread, 
 With Jesus as your Fellow, 
 
 To Jesus as your Head. 
 The cross that Jesus carried, 
 
 He carried as your due : 
 The crown that Jesus weareth, 
 
 He weareth it for you. 
 
1006 
 
 HEAVEN. 651 
 
 2 The faith by which ye see him, 
 The hope in which ye yearn, 
 
 The love that through all trouble 
 
 To him alone will turn : 
 What are they but forerunners 
 
 To lead you to his sight ? 
 What are they save the effluence 
 
 Of uncreated light ? 
 
 3 The trials that beset you, 
 The sorrows ye endure, 
 
 The manifold temptations 
 
 That death alone can cure : 
 What are they, but his jewels 
 
 Of right celestial worth ? 
 What are they but the ladder, 
 
 Set up to heaven on earth ? 
 
 p. m. The A rmies of God. h. alford. 
 
 Ten thousand times ten thousand, 
 
 In sparkling raiment bright, 
 The armies of the ransomed saints, 
 
 Throng up the steeps of light : 
 'T is finished, all is finished, 
 
 Their fight with death and sin : 
 Fling open wide the golden gates, 
 
 And let the victors in. 
 
 2 What rush of hallelujahs 
 
 Fills all the earth and sky ! 
 What ringing of a thousand harps 
 
 Bespeaks the triumph nigh ! 
 Oh, day, for which creation 
 
 And all its tribes were made ! 
 Oh, joy, for all its former woes 
 
 A thousand-fold repaid ! 
 
652 THE REST OF HEAVEN. 
 
 3 Oh, then what raptured greetings 
 
 On Canaan's happy shore, 
 What knitting severed friendships up, 
 
 Where partings are no more ! 
 Then eyes with joy shall sparkle, 
 
 That brimmed with tears of late, 
 Orphans no longer fatherless, 
 
 Nor widows desolate. 
 
 1 VJVJ I c. m. The New Jerusalem. d. dickson. 
 
 O mother dear, Jerusalem, 
 
 When shall I come to thee ? 
 When shall my sorrows have an end ? 
 
 Thy joys when shall I see ? 
 
 2 O happy harbor of God's saints ! 
 O sweet and pleasant soil ! 
 
 In thee no sorrow can be found, 
 Nor grief, nor care, nor toil. 
 
 3 No dimly cloud o'ershadows thee, 
 Nor gloom, nor darksome night ; 
 
 But every soul shines as the sun, 
 For God himself gives light. 
 
 4 Thy walls are made of precious stone, 
 Thy bulwarks diamond-square, 
 
 Thy gates are all of orient pearl — 
 O God ! if I were there ! 
 
 1 UUO c. M. Faith and the Future, w. h. bathurst. 
 Oh, for a faith that will not shrink 
 
 Though pressed by every foe, 
 That will not tremble on the brink 
 Of any earthly woe ! — 
 
HEAVEN. 653 
 
 2 That will not murmur nor complain 
 Beneath the chastening rod, 
 
 But, in the hour of grief or pain, 
 Will lean upon its God; — 
 
 3 A faith that shines more bright and clear 
 When tempests rage without; 
 
 That, when in danger, knows no fear, 
 In darkness, feels no doubt; — 
 
 4 Lord, give us such a faith as this, 
 And then, whate'er may come, 
 
 We '11 taste, ev'n here, the hallowed bliss 
 Of an eternal home. 
 
 1 UUy c. m. d. The New Jerusalem. anon. 
 
 Jerusalem ! my happy home ! 
 
 Name ever dear to me ! 
 When shall my labors have an end, 
 
 In joy, and peace, in thee ! 
 Oh, when, thou city of my God, 
 
 Shall I thy courts ascend, 
 Where congregations ne'er break up, 
 
 And Sabbaths have no end ? 
 
 2 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, 
 
 Nor sin nor sorrow know : 
 Blest seats ! through rude and stormy scenes. 
 
 I onward press to you. 
 Why should I shrink at pain and woe ! 
 
 Or feel, at death, dismay ? 
 I 've Canaan's goodly land in view, 
 
 And realms of endless day. 
 
654 THE REST OF HEAVEN. 
 
 3 Apostles, martyrs, prophets there, 
 
 Around my Saviour stand ; 
 And soon my friends in Christ below 
 
 Will join the glorious band. 
 Jerusalem! my happy home! 
 
 My soul still pants for thee ; 
 Then shall my labors have an end, 
 
 When I thy joys shall see. 
 
 lUXU p. M. " Jordan's Strand." D. NELSON. 
 
 My days are gliding swiftly by, 
 
 And I, a pilgrim stranger, 
 W r ould not detain them as they fly, 
 
 Those hours of toil and danger. 
 
 Ref. — For, oh, we stand on Jordan's strand, 
 Our friends are passing over ; 
 And just before, the Shining Shore 
 We may almost discover ! 
 
 2 We '11 gird our loins, my brethren dear, 
 Our heavenly home discerning ; 
 
 Our absent Lord has left us word, 
 Let every lamp be burning. — Ref. 
 
 3 Should coming days be cold and dark, 
 We need not cease our singing ; 
 
 That perfect rest naught can molest, 
 
 Where golden harps are ringing. — Ref. 
 
 4 Let sorrow's rudest tempest blow, 
 Each cord on earth to sever ; 
 
 Our King says, Come, and there \s our home 
 For ever, oh, for ever ! — Ref. 
 
HEAVEN. 655 
 
 1\J I A c. M. "Sow in Tears." w. b. tappan. 
 
 There is an hour of hallowed peace, 
 
 For those with cares oppressed, 
 When sighs and sorrowing shall cease, 
 
 And all be hushed to rest : — 
 
 2 'T is then the soul is freed from fears 
 And doubts, which here annoy ; 
 
 Then they, who oft have sown in tears, 
 Shall reap again in joy. 
 
 3 There is a home of sweet repose, 
 Where storms assail no more ; 
 
 The stream of endless pleasure flows, 
 On that celestial shore. 
 
 4 There, purity with love appears, 
 And bliss without alloy ; 
 
 There, they, who oft have sown in tears, 
 Shall reap again in joy. 
 
 1U1Z cm. "Things not Seen." a. Steele. 
 
 Oh, could our thoughts and wishes fly, 
 
 Above those gloomy shades, 
 To those bright worlds, beyond the sky, 
 
 Which sorrow ne'er invades ! — 
 
 2 There, joys, unseen by mortal eyes 
 Or reason's feeble ray, 
 
 In ever-blooming prospect rise, 
 Unconscious of decay. 
 
 3 Lord ! send a beam of light divine, 
 To guide our upward aim ; 
 
 With one reviving touch of thine, 
 Our languid hearts inflame. 
 
656 THE REST OF HEAVEN. 
 
 4 Ob, then, on faith's sublimest wing, 
 
 Our ardent hope shall rise 
 To those bright scenes, where pleasures spring 
 
 Immortal in the skies. 
 
 -lUlO c. m. 5 1. " No More Death" w. b. tappan. 
 There is an hour of peaceful rest, 
 
 To mourning wanderers given ; 
 There is a joy for souls distressed, 
 A balm for every wounded breast : 
 
 'T is found above — in heaven. 
 
 2 There is a home for weary souls, 
 By sin and sorrow driven, — 
 
 When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, 
 Where storms arise, and ocean rolls, 
 And all is drear — but heaven. 
 
 3 There faith lifts up her cheerful eye 
 To brighter prospects given ; 
 
 And views the tempest passing by, 
 The evening shadows quickly fly, 
 And all serene — in heaven. 
 
 4 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom, 
 And joys supreme are given ; 
 
 There rays divine disperse the gloom ; 
 Beyond the confines of the tomb 
 Appears the dawm of heaven ! 
 
 lUlTc 8s, 7s, 4s. " Christ is Coming." j. r. macduff. 
 Christ is coming ! let creation 
 
 Bid her groans and travail cease : 
 Let the glorious proclamation 
 Hope restore and faith increase ; 
 
 Christ is coming ! 
 Come, thou blessed Prince of Peace ! 
 
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 2 Earth can now but tell the story 
 Of thy bitter cross and pain ; 
 
 She shall yet behold thy glory 
 When thou comest back to reign ; 
 
 Christ is coming ! 
 Let each heart repeat the strain. 
 
 3 Long thy exiles have been pining, 
 Far from rest, and home, and thee : 
 
 But in heavenly vesture shining, 
 Soon they shall thy glory see ; 
 
 Christ is coming! 
 Haste the joyous jubilee. 
 
 4 With that " blessed hope " before us, 
 Let no harp remain unstrung; 
 
 Let the mighty advent chorus 
 
 Onward roll from tongue to tongue ; 
 
 Christ is coming ! 
 Come, Lord Jesus, quickly come. 
 
 J-U 1.0 8s, 7s. Not Our Rest h. bonar. 
 
 This is not my place of resting, — 
 
 Mine 's a city yet to come ; 
 Onward to it I am hasting — 
 
 On to my eternal home. 
 
 2 In it all is light and glory; 
 O'er it shines a nightless day : 
 
 Every trace of sin's sad story, 
 All the curse, hath passed away. 
 
 3 There the Lamb, our Shepherd, leads us 
 By the streams of life along, — 
 
 On the freshest pastures feeds us, 
 Turns our signing into song. 
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058 THE REST OF HEAVEN. 
 
 4 Soon we pass this desert dreary, 
 Soon we bid farewell to pain ; 
 
 Never more are sad or weary, 
 Never, never sin again ! 
 
 1U 1 U 8s, 7s. " The Sea of Glass ." c. wordsvvorth. 
 Hark ! the sound of holy voices, 
 
 Chanting at the crystal sea, 
 Hallelujah, hallelujah, 
 
 Hallelujah, Lord, to thee ! 
 
 2 Multitudes, which none can number, 
 Like the stars in glory stand, 
 
 Clothed in white apparel, holding 
 Palms of victory in their hands. 
 
 3 They have come from tribulation, 
 And have washed their robes in blood, 
 
 Washed them in the blood of Jesus ; 
 Tried they were and firm they stood. 
 
 4 Mocked, imprisoned, stoned, tormented, 
 vSawn asunder, slain with sword, 
 
 They have conquered death and Satan 
 By the might of Christ the Lord. 
 
 5 Love and peace they taste for ever, 
 And all truth and knowledge see 
 
 In the Beatific Vision 
 Of the blessed Trinity. 
 
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 8s, 7s. The City. s. baring-gould. 
 
 Daily, daily sing the praises 
 
 Of the City God hath made ; 
 In the beauteous fields of Eden 
 
 Its foundation-stones are laid. 
 
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 2 In the midst of that dear City 
 Christ is reigning on his seat, 
 
 And the angels swing their censers 
 In a ring about his feet. 
 
 3 From the throne a river issues, 
 Clear as crystal, passing bright, 
 
 And it traverses the City 
 Like a sudden beam of light. 
 
 4 There the wind is sweetly fragrant, 
 And is laden with the song 
 
 Of the seraphs, and the elders, 
 And the great redeemed throng. 
 
 5 Oh, I would my ears were open 
 Here to catch that happy strain ! 
 
 Oh, I would my eyes some vision 
 Of that Eden could attain ! 
 
 1 U 1 O 8s, 7s, d. " The King in His Beauty." 
 
 C. WINKWORTH, tr. 
 
 Time, thou speedest on but slowly, 
 
 Hours, how tardy is your pace ! 
 Ere with Him, the high and holy, 
 
 I hold converse face to face. 
 Here is naught but care and mourning ; 
 
 Comes a joy, it will not stay ; 
 Fairly shines the sun at dawning, 
 
 Night will soon o'ercloud the day. 
 
 2 Onward then ! not long I wander 
 Ere my Saviour comes for me, 
 
 And with him abiding yonder, 
 All his glory I shall see. 
 
660 THE REST OF HEAVEN. 
 
 Oh, the music and the singing 
 Of the host redeemed by love ! 
 
 Oh, the hallelujahs ringing 
 
 Through the halls of light above ! 
 
 J. \J J. tJ 8s, 7s, d. The Consummation. j. conder. 
 
 Jesus, blessed Mediator ! 
 
 Thou the airy path hast trod ; 
 Thou the Judge, the Consummator ! 
 
 Shepherd of the fold of God ! 
 Can I trust a fellow-being ? 
 
 Can I trust an angel's care ? 
 O thou merciful All-seeing ! 
 
 Beam around my spirit there. 
 
 2 Blessed fold ! no foe can enter, 
 
 And no friend departeth thence ; 
 Jesus is their sun, their centre, 
 
 And their shield — Omnipotence ! 
 Blessed, for the Lamb shall feed them, 
 
 All their tears shall wipe away, 
 To the living fountains lead them, 
 
 Till fruition's perfect day. 
 
 3 Lo ! it comes, that day of wonder ! 
 
 Louder chorals shake the skies : 
 Hades' gates are burst asunder ; 
 
 See ! the new-clothed myriads rise ! 
 Thought ! repress thy weak endeavor ; 
 
 Here must reason prostrate fall ; 
 Oh, the ineffable Forever ! 
 
 And the eternal All in All ! 
 
HEAVEN. 661 
 
 I UwU 7s, 6s, D. "A City." J. M. neale, tr. 
 
 Jerusalem, the glorious ! 
 The glory of the elect,— 
 
 dear and future vision .' 
 That eager hearts expect! 
 
 Ev'n now by faith I see thee, • 
 
 Ev'n here thy walls discern ; 
 
 To thee my thoughts are kindled, 
 And strive, and pant, and yearn ! 
 
 2 The cross is all thy splendor, 
 The Crucified, thy praise ; 
 
 His laud and benediction 
 
 Thy ransomed people raise ; — 
 
 Jerusalem, exulting 
 On that securest shore, 
 
 1 hope thee, wish thee, sing thee, 
 
 And love thee evermore ! 
 
 3 O sweet and blessed Country ! 
 Shall I e'er see thy face ? 
 
 O sweet and blessed Country ! 
 
 Shall I e'er win thy grace ? 
 Exult, O dust and ashes ! 
 
 The Lord shall be thy part ! 
 His only, his for ever, 
 
 Thou shalt be, and thou art ! 
 
 ±\J^j 1 7s, 6s, d. "Lamps Trimmed" j. borthwick, tr. 
 
 Rejoice, rejoice, believers ! 
 
 And let your lights appear ! 
 The shades of eve are thickening, 
 
 And darker night is near ; 
 
662 THE REST OF HEAVEN. 
 
 The Bridegroom is advancing ; 
 
 Each hour he draws more nigh ; 
 Up ! watch and pray, nor slumber ; 
 
 At midnight comes the cry. 
 
 m 2 See that your lamps are burning, 
 
 Your vessels filled with oil ; 
 Wait calmly your deliverance 
 
 From earthly pain and toil. 
 The watchers on the mountains 
 
 Proclaim the Bridegroom near, 
 Go, meet him, as he cometh, 
 
 With hallelujahs clear. 
 
 3 The saints, who here in patience 
 Their cross and sufferings bore, 
 
 With him shall reign for ever, 
 When sorrow is no more : 
 
 Around the throne of glory 
 The Lamb shall they behold, 
 
 Adoring cast before him 
 Their diadems of gold. 
 
 4 Our hope and expectation, 
 O Jesus, now appear ! 
 
 Arise, thou Sun so looked-for, 
 O'er this benighted sphere! 
 
 With hearts and hands uplifted, 
 We plead, O Lord, to see 
 
 The day of our redemption, 
 And ever be with thee. 
 
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 7s, 6s, d. The New Jent&alem. j. M. neale, tr. 
 
 Jerusalem, the golden, 
 
 With milk and honey blest ! 
 Beneath thy contemplation 
 
 Sink heart and voice oppressed : 
 
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 HEAVEN. 663 
 
 1 know not, oh, I know not, 
 What social joys are there, 
 
 What radiancy of glory, 
 
 What light beyond compare. 
 
 2 They stand, those halls of Zion, 
 All jubilant with song, 
 
 And bright with many an angel, 
 
 And all the martyr throng ; 
 The Prince is ever in them, 
 
 The daylight is serene ; 
 The pastures of the blessed 
 
 Are decked in glorious sheen. 
 
 3 There is the throne of David ; 
 And there, from care released, 
 
 The song of them that triumph, 
 
 The shout of them that feast; 
 And they who, with their Leader, 
 
 Have conquered in the fight 
 For ever and for ever 
 
 Are clad in robes of w T hite. 
 
 7s, 6s, d. "Short Toil.** J. m. neale, tr. 
 
 Brief life is here our portion ; 
 
 Brief sorrow, short-lived care ; 
 The life that knows no ending, 
 
 The tearless life, is there : 
 Oh, happy retribution ! 
 
 Short toil, eternal rest ; 
 For mortals, and for sinners, 
 
 A mansion with the blest ! 
 
 2 And there is David's fountain, 
 
 And life in fullest glow; 
 And there the light is golden, 
 
 And milk and honey flow; 
 
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 The light, that hath no evening, 
 The health, that hath no sore, 
 
 The life, that hath no ending, 
 But lasteth evermore. 
 
 3 There Jesus shall embrace us, 
 
 There Jesus be embraced, — 
 That spirit's food and sunshine; 
 
 Whence earthly love is chased : 
 Yes ! God my King and Portion, 
 
 In fullness of his grace, 
 We then shall see for ever, 
 
 And worship face to face. 
 
 1 024 c. m. d. " The Lamb's Wife." e. i 
 
 Bride of the Lamb, awake, awake ! 
 
 Why sleep for sorrow now ? 
 The hope of glory, Christ, is thine, 
 
 A child of glory thou. 
 Thy spirit, through the lonely night, 
 
 From earthly joy apart, 
 Hath sighed for one that 's far away,- 
 
 The Bridegroom of thy heart. 
 
 2 But see ! the night is waning fast, 
 
 The breaking morn is near ; 
 And Jesus comes, with voice of love, 
 
 Thy drooping heart to cheer. 
 Then weep no more ; 't is all thine own, 
 
 His crown, his joy divine; 
 And, sweeter far than all beside, 
 
 He, he himself is thine ! 
 
HEAVEN. 665 
 
 lU^OcM.D. "Behold I Come Quickly." b. h. Kennedy. 
 Soon will the heavenly Bridegroom come; 
 
 Ye wedding-guests, draw near, 
 And slumber not in sin, when he, 
 
 The Son of God, is here ! 
 Come, let us haste to meet our Lord, 
 
 And hail him with delight; 
 Who saved us by his precious blood, 
 
 And sorrows infinite ! 
 
 2 Beside him all the patriarchs old, 
 
 And holy prophets stand ; 
 The glorious apostolic choir, 
 
 And noble martyr band. 
 As brethren dear they welcome us, 
 
 And lead us to the throne, 
 Where angels bow their vailed heads, 
 
 Before the Three in One; — 
 
 3 Where we, with all the saints of God, 
 
 A white-robed multitude, 
 Shall praise the ascended Lord, who deigns 
 
 To bear our flesh and blood ! 
 Our lot shall be for aye to share 
 
 His reign of peace above : 
 And drink, with unexhausted joy, 
 
 The river of his love. 
 
 JLU^jO c. m. r>. "Come, Lord Jesus." e. denny. 
 
 Hope of our hearts, O Lord, appear, 
 
 Thou glorious Star of day ! 
 Shine forth, and chase the dreary night, 
 
 With all our tears, away. 
 
666 THE REST OF HEAVEN. 
 
 No resting-place we seek on earth, 
 
 No loveliness we see ; ■ 
 Our eye is on the royal crown, 
 
 Prepared for us — and thee ! 
 
 2 But, dearest Lord, however bright, 
 
 That crown of joy above, 
 What is it to the brighter hope 
 
 Of dwelling in thy love ? 
 What to the joy, the deeper joy, 
 
 Unmingled, pure, and free, 
 Of union with our living Head, 
 
 Of fellowship with thee ? 
 
 L\J ^j ( cm. "Your Descending King." i. watts. 
 
 Lo ! what a glorious sight appears, 
 
 To our believing eyes ! 
 The earth and seas are passed away, 
 
 And the old rolling skies. 
 
 2 From the third heaven where Qod resides - 
 That holy, happy place, — 
 
 The New Jerusalem comes down, 
 Adorned with shining grace. 
 
 3 Attending angels shout for joy, 
 And the bright armies sing, — 
 
 "Mortals ! behold the sacred seat 
 Of your descending King: — 
 
 4 " The God of glory, down to men, 
 Removes his blest abode ; 
 
 Men. the dear objects of his grace, 
 And he their loving God : — 
 
HEAVEN. 667 
 
 5 " His own soft hand shall wipe the tears 
 
 From every weeping eye; 
 And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears, 
 
 And death itself shall die ! " 
 
 6 How long, dear Saviour! oh, how long 
 
 Shall this bright hour delay? 
 Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time ! 
 
 And bring the welcome day. 
 
 J-U^O c. m. Messiah's Reign. m. bruce. 
 
 Behold, the mountain of the Lord 
 
 In latter days shall rise 
 On mountain tops, above the hills, 
 
 And draw the wondering eyes. 
 
 2 The beam that shines from Zion's hill 
 Shall lighten every land : 
 
 The King who reigns in Salem's towers 
 Shall all the world command. 
 
 3 No strife shall vex Messiah's reign, 
 Or mar the peaceful years ; 
 
 To ploughshares men shall beat their swords. 
 To pruning-hooks their spears. 
 
 Iv^Jt/ cm. " Come \ Blessed Lord '/" e. denny. 
 
 Light of the lonely pilgrim's heart ! 
 
 Star of the coming day ! 
 Arise, and with thy morning beams 
 
 Chase all our griefs away. 
 
668 THE REST OF HEAVEN. 
 
 2 Come, blessed Lord ! let every shore 
 And answering island sing 
 
 The praises of thy royal name, 
 And own thee as their King. 
 
 3 Jesus ! thy fair creation groans, — 
 The air, the earth, the sea, — 
 
 In unison with all our hearts, 
 And calls aloud for thee. 
 
 4 Thine was the cross, with all its fruits 
 Of grace and peace divine ; 
 
 Be thine the crown of glory now, 
 The palm of victory thine. 
 
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 7s, 6s, d. " They Seek a Country" t. mackellar. 
 
 There is a land immortal, 
 
 The beautiful of lands ; 
 Beside its ancient portal 
 
 A silent sentry stands ; 
 He only can undo it, 
 
 And open wide the door ; 
 And mortals who pass through it, 
 
 Are mortal nevermore. 
 
 2 Though dark and drear the passage 
 
 That leadeth to the gate, 
 Yet grace attends the message, 
 
 To souls that watch and wait : 
 And at the time appointed 
 
 A messenger comes down, 
 And guides the Lord's anointed 
 
 From cross to glory's crown. 
 
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 3 Their sighs are lost in singing, 
 
 They 're blessed in their tears ; 
 Their journey heavenward winging, 
 
 They leave on earth their fears ; 
 Death like an angel seemeth; 
 
 "We welcome thee," they cry; 
 Their face with glory beameth — 
 
 'T is life for them to die ! 
 
 7s, 6s, d. The New Paradise. T. d, 
 
 O paradise eternal ! 
 
 What bliss to enter thee, 
 And, once within thy portals, 
 
 Secure for ever be ! 
 In thee no sin nor sorrow, 
 
 No pain nor death, is known ; 
 But pure glad life, enduring 
 
 As heaven's benignant throne. 
 
 2 There all around shall love us, 
 And we return their love; 
 
 One band of happy spirits, 
 
 One family above : 
 There God shall be our portion, 
 
 And we his jewels be ; 
 And gracing his bright mansions, 
 
 His smile reflect and see. 
 
 3 So songs shall rise for ever, 
 While all creation fair, 
 
 Still more and more revealed, 
 Shall wake fresh praises there : 
 
 O Paradise eternal ! 
 
 What joys in thee are known ! 
 
 O God of mercy ! guide us, 
 Till all be felt' our own. 
 
G70 THE REST OF HEAVEN. 
 
 JLUO^ l. m. " Eye Hath not Seen." r. gibbons. 
 
 Now LET our souls, on wings sublime, 
 Rise from the vanities of time, 
 Draw back the parting vail, and see 
 The glories of eternity. 
 
 2 Born by a new celestial birth, 
 Why should we grovel here on earth ? 
 Why grasp at transitory toys, 
 
 So near to heaven's eternal joys ? 
 
 3 Should aught beguile us on the road, 
 When we are walking back to God ? 
 For strangers into life we come, 
 
 And dying is but going home. 
 
 4 To dwell with God — to feel his love, 
 Is the full heaven enjoyed above ; 
 And the sweet expectation now 
 
 Is the young dawn of heaven below. 
 
 lUOO L. M. "A Rest." RAY PALMER. 
 
 Lord, thou wilt bring the joyful day ! 
 
 Beyond earth's weariness and pains, 
 Thou hast a mansion far away, 
 
 Where for thine own a rest remains. 
 
 2 No sun there climbs the morning sky, 
 There never falls the shade of night ; 
 
 God and the Lamb, for ever nigh, 
 O'er all shed everlasting light. 
 
 3 The bow of mercy spans the throne, 
 Emblem of love and goodness there ; 
 
 While notes to mortals all unknown, 
 Float on the calm celestial air. 
 
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 4 Around that throne bright legions stand, 
 Redeemed by blood from sin and hell ; 
 
 And shining forms, an angel band, 
 The mighty chorus join to swell. 
 
 5 O Jesus, bring us to that rest, 
 Where all the ransomed shall be found, 
 
 In thine eternal fullness blest, 
 
 While ages roll their cycles round ! 
 
 ±Uo4: l. m. " Many Mansions." ray palmer. 
 
 Thy Father's house ! thine own bright home ! 
 
 And thou hast there a place for me ! 
 Though yet an exile here I roam, 
 
 That distant home by faith I see. 
 
 2 I see its domes resplendent glow, 
 Where beams of God's own glory fall ; 
 
 And trees of life immortal grow, 
 
 Whose fruits o'erhang the sapphire wall. 
 
 3 I know that thou, who on the tree 
 Didst deign our mortal guilt to bear, 
 
 Wilt bring thine own to dwell with thee, 
 And waitest to receive me there ! 
 
 4 Thy love will there array my soul 
 In thine own robe of spotless hue; 
 
 And I shall gaze, while ages roll, 
 On thee, with raptures ever new ! 
 
 5 Oh, welcome day ! when thou my feet 
 Shalt bring the shining threshold o'er ; 
 
 A father's warm embrace to meet, 
 And dwell at home for evermore ! 
 
072 THE REST OF HEAVEN. 
 
 JLUOQ p. m. " The Holy City" c. beecher. 
 
 We are on our journey home, 
 
 Where Christ our Lord is gone ; 
 We shall meet around his throne, 
 When he makes his people one, 
 In the new Jerusalem/ 
 
 2 We can see that distant home, 
 Though clouds rise dark between ; 
 
 Faith views the radiant dome, 
 And a lustre flashes keen 
 From the new Jerusalem. 
 
 3 Oh, holy, heavenly home ! 
 Oh, rest eternal there ! 
 
 When shall the exiles come, 
 
 Where they cease from earthly care, 
 In the new Jerusalem ! 
 
 4 Our hearts are breaking now 
 Those mansions fair to see ; 
 
 O Lord, thy heavens bow, 
 And raise us up with thee, 
 To the new Jerusalem. 
 
 lUOO 7s, 61. The Better Land. F. c. van alstyne. 
 
 Life has many a pleasant hour, 
 
 Many a bright and cloudless day ; 
 Singing bird and smiling flower 
 Scatter sunbeams on our way ; 
 But the sweetest blossoms grow 
 In the land to which we go. 
 
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 2 Earth has many a cool retreat, 
 Many a spot to memory dear ; 
 
 Oft we find our weary feet 
 
 Lingering by some fountain clear ; 
 Yet the purest waters flow 
 In the land to which we go. 
 
 3 Like a cloud that floats away, 
 Like the early morning dew, 
 
 Here the fairest things decay ; 
 There, are pleasures ever new. 
 Only joy the heart will know 
 In the land to which we go. 
 
 4 'T is the Christian's promised land ; 
 There is everlasting day ; 
 
 There a Saviour's loving hand 
 Wipes the mourner's tears away ; 
 Oh ! the rapture we shall know 
 In the land to which we go. 
 
 L\Jt) I p. m. ImmanueV s Latid. a. r. < 
 
 The sands of time are sinking, 
 
 The dawn of heaven breaks, 
 The summer morn I 've sighed for, 
 
 The fair sweet morn awakes : 
 Dark, dark hath been the midnight ? 
 
 But day-spring is at hand, 
 And glory, glory dwelleth 
 
 In Immanuel's land. 
 
 2 Oh, Christ, he is the fountain, 
 The deep sweet well of love ; 
 
 The streams of earth I 've tasted, 
 More deep I '11 drink above. 
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674 THE REST OF HEAVEN. 
 
 There to an ocean fullness 
 
 His mercy doth expand, 
 And glory, glory dwelleth 
 
 In Immanuel's land. 
 
 3 The bride eyes not her garment, 
 
 But her dear bridegroom's face ; 
 I will not gaze at glory, 
 
 But on my King of Grace — 
 Not at the crown he gifteth, 
 
 But on his pierced hand ; — 
 The Lamb is all the glory 
 
 Of Immanuel's land. 
 
 lUoO c. p. m. Celestial Praise. c. wink worth, tr. 
 
 Thy mighty working, mighty God ! 
 Wakes all my powers ; I look abroad, 
 
 And can no longer rest ; 
 I, too, must sing when all things sing, 
 And from my heart the praises ring 
 The Highest loveth best. 
 
 2 If thou, in thy great love to us, 
 Wilt scatter joy and beauty thus 
 
 O'er this poor earth of ours ; 
 What nobler glories shall be given 
 Hereafter in thy shining heaven, 
 
 Set round with golden towers ! 
 
 3 What thrilling joy, when on our sight 
 Christ's garden beams in cloudless light 
 
 Where all the air is sweet ; 
 Still laden with the unwearied hymn 
 From all the thousand seraphim 
 
 Who God's high praise repeat ! 
 
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 4 Oh, were I there ! oh, that I now 
 Before thy throne, my God, could bow, 
 
 And bear my heavenly palm ! 
 Then, like the angels, would I raise 
 My voice, and sing thine endless praise 
 
 In many a sweet-toned psalm. 
 
 ±\JOfJ l. m. " The Lamb is the Light." a. Steele. 
 
 Oh, for a sweet, inspiring ray, 
 
 To animate our feeble strains, 
 From the bright realms of endless day — 
 
 The blissful realms where Jesus reigns ! 
 
 2 There, low before his glorious throne, 
 Adoring saints and angels fall ; 
 
 And, with delightful worship, own 
 
 His smile their bliss, their heaven, their all. 
 
 3 Immortal glories crown his head, 
 While tuneful hallelujahs rise, 
 
 And love and joy, and triumph spread 
 Through all the assemblies of the skies. 
 
 4 He smiles, — and seraphs tune their songs 
 To boundless rapture, while they gaze ; 
 
 Ten thousand thousand joyful tongues 
 Resound his everlasting praise. 
 
 5 There all the followers of the Lamb 
 Shall join at last the heavenly choir : 
 
 Oh, may the joy-inspiring theme 
 Awake our faith and warm desire? 
 
676 THE REST OF HEAVEN. 
 
 1U4U s. m. d. " No Night There." f. m. kncllis. 
 There is no night in heaven ; 
 
 In that blest world above 
 Work never can bring weariness, 
 
 For work itself is love. 
 There is no grief in heaven ; 
 
 For life is one glad day, 
 And tears are of those former things 
 
 Which all have passed away. 
 
 2 There is no want in heaven ; 
 The Lamb of God supplies 
 
 Life's tree of twelve-fold fruitage still, 
 Life's spring which never dries. 
 
 There is no sin in heaven ; 
 Behold that blessed throng ! 
 
 All holy is their spotless robe, 
 All holy is their song. 
 
 3 There is no death in heaven ; 
 For they who gain that shore 
 
 Have won their immortality, 
 
 And they can die no more. 
 There is no death in heaven ; 
 
 But when the Christian dies, 
 The angels wait his parted soul, 
 
 And waft it to the skies. 
 
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 c. m. The New Song. i. watts. 
 
 Earth has engrossed my love too long ; 
 
 'T is time I lift mine eyes 
 Upward, dear Father, to thy throne, 
 
 And to my native skies. 
 
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 2 There the blest Man, my Saviour, sits ; 
 The God, how bright he shines ! 
 
 And scatters infinite delights 
 On all the happy minds. 
 
 3 Seraphs with elevated strains 
 Circle the throne around ; 
 
 And move, and charm the starry plains 
 With an immortal sound. 
 
 4 Jesus, the Lord, their harps employs ; 
 Jesus, my love, they sing; 
 
 Jesus, the life of both our joys, 
 Sounds sweet from every string. 
 
 5 Now let me dwell on earth no more, 
 But mount in haste above, 
 
 To bless the God that I adore, 
 And sing the Man I love. 
 
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 7s, 6s, D. "A Holy City." 
 
 There is a holy city, 
 
 A happy world above, 
 Beyond the starry regions, 
 
 Built by the God of love ; 
 An everlasting temple — 
 
 And saints arrayed in white, 
 There serve their great Redeemer, 
 
 And dwell with him in light. 
 
 2 The meanest child of glory 
 Outshines the radiant sun ; 
 
 But who can speak the splendor 
 Of that eternal throne 
 
678 THE REST OF HEAVEN. 
 
 Where Jesus sits exalted, 
 In god-like majesty? 
 
 The elders fall before him, 
 The angels bend the knee. 
 
 3 The hosts of saints around him 
 
 Proclaim his work of grace ; 
 The patriarchs and prophets, 
 
 And all the godly race, 
 Who speak of fiery trials 
 
 And tortures on their way — 
 They came from tribulation 
 
 To everlasting day. 
 
 4 And what shall be my journey, 
 
 How long my stay below, 
 Or what shall be my trials, 
 
 Are not for me to know ; 
 In every day of trouble, 
 
 I '11 raise my thoughts on high ; 
 I '11 think of the bright temple, 
 
 And crowns above the sky. 
 
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 6s, d. The Rest Remaineth. H. w. baker. 
 
 There is a blessed home 
 
 Beyond this land of woe, 
 Where trials never come, 
 
 Nor tears of sorrow flow ; 
 Where faith is lost in sight, 
 
 And patient hope is crowned, 
 And everlasting light 
 
 Its glory throws around. 
 
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 2 There is a land of peace, 
 
 Good angels know it well ; 
 Glad songs that never cease 
 
 Within its portals swell ; 
 Around its glorious throne 
 
 Ten thousand saints adore 
 Christ, with the Father One, 
 
 And Spirit, ever more. 
 
 3 Look up, ye saints of God, 
 
 Nor fear to tread below 
 The path your Saviour trod 
 
 Of daily toil and woe ; 
 Wait but a little while 
 
 In uncomplaining love, 
 His own most gracious smile 
 
 Shall welcome you above. 
 
 1044 
 
 7s, 6 1. "TJie Lamb's Wife." J. m. neale, tr. 
 
 Blessed Salem, long expected, 
 Vision bright of peace and dear ! 
 
 Who, of living stones erected, 
 Moulded in the heavenly sphere, 
 
 And, by angel- guards protected, 
 Dost in bridal-pomp appear. 
 
 2 From the heaven of heavens descending, 
 All prepared to meet thy Head, 
 
 In thy robes of light attending, 
 Thou art to his presence led ; 
 
 Golden glories, richly blending, 
 
 Round thy streets and walls are shed. 
 
680 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 3 Bright with pearls thy gates are beaming, 
 
 Wide unfolded they remain : 
 Thither come, through grace redeeming, 
 
 All who wear Christ's lowly chain : 
 And, his last award esteeming, 
 
 Gladly share his cup of pain. 
 
 1045 
 
 ' The Golden Shore.' 
 
 Lo, THE seal of death is breaking ; 
 Those who slept its sleep are waking, 
 
 Heaven opens its portals fair ! 
 Hark ! the harps of God are ringing, 
 Hark! the seraph's hymn is flinging 
 
 Music on immortal air. 
 
 2 There, no more at eve declining, 
 Suns without a cloud are shining 
 
 O'er the land of life and love; 
 There the founts of life are flowing, 
 Flowers unknown to time are blowing, 
 
 In that radiant scene above. 
 
 3 There no sigh of memory swelleth ; 
 There no tear of misery welleth ; 
 
 Hearts will bleed or break no more ; 
 Past is all the cold world's scorning, 
 Gone the night and broke the morning 
 
 Over all the golden shore ! 
 
 1 V/Trl) 7s, d. Song for Harvest. h. alford. 
 
 Come, ye thankful people, come, 
 Raise the song of Harvest Home ! 
 All is safely gathered in, 
 Ere the winter storms begin: 
 
MISCELLANEOUS. 681 
 
 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 We ourselves are God's own field, 
 Fruit unto his praise to yield : 
 Wheat and tares together sown, 
 Unto joy or sorrow grown : 
 
 First the blade, and then the ear, 
 Then the full corn shall appear : 
 Grant, O Harvest-Lord, that we 
 Wholesome grain and pure may be ! 
 
 3 For the Lord our God shall come, 
 And shall take his harvest home : 
 From his field shall in that day 
 
 All offences purge away : 
 Give his angels charge at last 
 In the fire the tares to cast : 
 But the fruitful ears to store 
 In his garner evermore. 
 
 4 Then, thou Church Triumphant, come, 
 Raise the song of Harvest Home ! 
 
 All are safely gathered in, 
 
 P>ee from sorrow, free from sin : 
 
 There, for ever purified, 
 
 In God's garner to abide : 
 
 Come, ten thousand angels, come, 
 
 Raise the glorious Harvest Home ! 
 
 JLUt: I 7s, d. The Close of the Year. ray palmer. 
 
 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. 
 
682 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 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 for ever 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. 
 
 3 All our follies, Lord, forgive ! 
 Cleanse us from each guilty stain; 
 
 Let thy grace within us live, 
 
 That we spend not 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 ! 
 
 1U~eO 7s, d. New Year. j. newton. 
 
 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 ; 
 We a little longer wait, — 
 
 But how little none can know. 
 
 2 As the winged arrow flies 
 
 Speedily the mark to find ; 
 As the lightning from the skies 
 
 Darts, and leaves no trace behind, 
 
MISCELLANEOUS. 683 
 
 Swiftly thus our fleeting days 
 
 Bear us down life's rapid stream ; 
 
 Upward, Lord, our spirits raise, 
 All below is but a dream. 
 
 3 Thanks for mercies past receive ; 
 
 Pardon of our sins renew ; 
 Teach us henceforth how to live, 
 
 With eternity in view : 
 Bless thy word to young and old ; 
 
 Fill us with a Saviour's love ; 
 And, when life's short tale is told, 
 
 May we dwell with thee above ! 
 
 1049 
 
 7s, d. Independence Day. n. strong. 
 
 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. 
 
684 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 JLU OU 7s, D. Thanksgiving. a. l. barbauld. 
 
 Praise to God, immortal praise, 
 For the love that crowns our days ! 
 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 ; 
 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. 
 
 lUOl cm. National. j. r. wreford. 
 
 Lord ! while for all mankind we pray, 
 
 Of every clime and coast, 
 Oh, hear us for our native land, 
 
 The land we love the most. 
 
 2 Oh, guard our shores from every foe, 
 With peace our borders bless, 
 
 With prosperous times our cities crown, 
 Our fields with plenteousness. 
 
 3 Unite us in the sacred love 
 Of knowledge, truth, and thee: 
 
 And let our hills and valleys shout 
 The songs of liberty. 
 
MISCELLANEOUS. 685 
 
 4 Here may religion, pure and mild, 
 Smile on our Sabbath hours ; 
 
 And piety and virtue bless 
 The home of us and ours. 
 
 5 Lord of the nations, thus to thee 
 Our country we commend ; 
 
 Be thou her refuge and her trust, 
 Her everlasting friend. 
 
 IVjDJj c. m. The Traveler s Hymn, J. addison. 
 
 How are thy servants blest, O Lord ! 
 
 How sure is their defence ! 
 Eternal wisdom is their guide, 
 
 Their help, Omnipotence. 
 
 2 In foreign realms, and lands remote, 
 Supported by thy care, 
 
 Through burning climes they pass unhurt, 
 And breathe in tainted air. 
 
 3 When by the dreadful tempest borne 
 High on the broken wave, 
 
 They know thou art not slow to hear, 
 Nor impotent to save. 
 
 4 The storm is laid, the winds retire, 
 Obedient to thy will ; 
 
 The sea, that roars at thy command, 
 At thy command is still. 
 
 5 In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths, 
 Thy goodness we '11 adore ; 
 
 We '11 praise thee for thy mercies past, 
 And humbly hope for more. 
 
686 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 6 Our life, while thou preserv'st that life, 
 
 Thy sacrifice shall be ; 
 And death, when death shall be our lot, 
 
 Shall join our souls to thee. 
 
 1 UOO c. M. Prayer for Seamen. p. h. brown. 
 
 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 in 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. 
 
 -L UOrr c. m. New Year. 
 
 W. GASKELL. 
 
 Our Father ! through the coming year 
 We know not what shall be ; 
 
 But we would leave without a fear 
 Its ordering all to thee. 
 
 2 It may be we shall toil in vain 
 For what the world holds fair ; 
 
 And all the good we thought to gain 
 Deceive and prove but care. 
 
 3 It may be it shall darkly blend 
 Our love with anxious fears, 
 
 And snatch away the valued friend, 
 The tried of many years. 
 
MISCELLANEOUS. 687 
 
 4 It may be it shall bring us days 
 And nights of lingering pain ; 
 
 And bid us take a farewell gaze 
 Of these loved haunts of men. 
 
 5 But calmly, Lord, on thee we rest ; 
 No fears our trust shall move ; 
 
 Thou knowest what for each is best, 
 And thou art Perfect Love. 
 
 L\)DD c. m. Close of the Year. i. wati 
 
 Thee we adore, eternal Name ! 
 
 And humbly own to thee 
 How feeble is our mortal frame, 
 
 What dying worms are we ! 
 
 2 The year rolls round, and steals away 
 The breath that first it gave ; 
 
 Whate'er we do, where'er we be, 
 We 're traveling to the grave. 
 
 3 Great God ! on what a slender thread 
 Hang everlasting things ! 
 
 The eternal state of all the dead 
 Upon life's feeble strings ! 
 
 4 Infinite joy, or endless woe, 
 Attends on every breath ; 
 
 And yet, how unconcerned we go 
 Upon the brink of death ! 
 
 5 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense 
 To walk this dangerous road ! 
 
 And if our souls are hurried hence, 
 May they be found with God. 
 
688 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 lUt/D cm. Close of tJie Year. p. Doddridge. 
 
 Awake, ye saints ! and raise your eyes, 
 
 And raise your voices high : 
 Awake, and praise the sovereign love, 
 
 That shows salvation nigh. 
 
 2 Swift on the wings of time it flies, 
 Each moment brings it near : 
 
 Then welcome each declining day, 
 Welcome each closing year. 
 
 3 Not many years their rounds shall run, 
 Nor many mornings rise, 
 
 Ere all its glories stand revealed, 
 To our admiring eyes. 
 
 4 Ye wheels of nature ! speed your course ; 
 Ye mortal powers ! decay ; 
 
 Fast as ye bring the night of death, 
 Ye bring eternal day. 
 
 luO I us, 5s. New Year. c. WESLEY. 
 
 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 Our life is a dream ; our time, as a stream, 
 
 Glides swiftly away, 
 And the fugitive moment refuses to stay. 
 The arrow is flown, — the moment is gone ; 
 
 The millennial year 
 Rushes on to our view, and eternity % here. 
 
MISCELLANEOUS. 689 
 
 3 Oh, that each in the day of his coming may say, 
 
 " I have fought my way through : 
 I have finished the work thou didst give me to do ! " 
 Oh, that each from his Lord may receive the glad word, 
 
 " Well and faithfully done ! 
 Enter into my joy, and sit down on my throne ! " 
 
 -LUDO 8s, 7s. Last Day of the Year. e. caswall. 
 
 Days and moments quickly flying 
 Blend the living with the dead ; 
 Soon shall we who sing 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 ! 
 
 3 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. 
 
 As the tree falls, so must it lie ; 
 
 As the man lives, so will he die ; 
 
 As the man dies, such must he be, 
 
 All through the days of eternity. Amen. 
 
 1059 
 
 44 
 
 6s, 4s. National Song. s. F. smith. 
 
 My country ! 't is of thee, 
 Sweet land of liberty, 
 Of thee I sing; 
 
690 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 Land where my fathers died ! 
 Land of the Pilgrims' pride ! 
 From every mountain side 
 Let freedom ring ! 
 
 2 My native country, thee — 
 Land of the noble, free — 
 
 Thy name I love; 
 I love thy rocks and rills, 
 Thy woods and templed hills ; 
 My heart with rapture thrills 
 
 Like that above. 
 
 3 Let music swell the breeze, 
 And ring from all the trees 
 
 Sweet freedom's song: 
 Let mortal tongues awake; 
 Let all that breathe partake ; 
 Let rocks their silence break, — 
 
 The sound prolong. 
 
 4 Our fathers' God ! to thee, 
 Author of liberty, 
 
 To thee we sing: 
 Long may our land be bright 
 With freedom's holy light; 
 Protect us by thy might, 
 
 Great God, our King ! 
 
 lUOU l. m. Forefathers' Day. L. bacon. 
 
 O God, beneath thy guiding hand, 
 
 Our exiled fathers crossed the sea, 
 And when they trod the wintry strand, 
 
 With prayer and psalm they worshiped thee. 
 
 2 Thou heardst, well pleased, the song, the prayer- 
 Thy blessing came; and still its power 
 
 Shall onward through all ages bear 
 The memory of that holy hour. 
 
MISCELLANEOUS. 691 
 
 3 What change ! through pathless wilds no more 
 The fierce and naked savage roams : 
 
 Sweet praise, along the cultured shore, 
 Breaks from ten thousand happy homes. 
 
 4 Laws, freedom, truth, and faith in God 
 Came with those exiles o'er the waves, 
 
 And where their pilgrim feet have trod, 
 The God they trusted guards their graves. 
 
 t; And here thy name, O God of love, 
 
 Their children's children shall adore, 
 Till these eternal hills remove, 
 
 And spring adorns the earth no more. 
 
 1061 
 
 The New Year. p. doddridge. 
 
 Great God ! we sing that mighty hand 
 By which supported still we stand ; 
 The opening year thy mercy shows ; 
 Let mercy crown it till it close. 
 
 2 By day, by night, at home, abroad, 
 Still we are guarded by our God ; 
 By his incessant bounty fed, 
 
 By his unerring counsel led. 
 
 3 With grateful hearts the past we own ; 
 The future, all to us unknown, 
 
 We to thy guardian care commit, 
 And peaceful leave before thy feet. 
 
 4 In scenes exalted or depressed, 
 Be thou our joy, and thou our rest; 
 Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise, 
 Adored through all our changing days. 
 
692 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 5 When death shall interrupt our songs, 
 And seal in silence mortal tongues, 
 Our Helper, God, in whom we trust, 
 In better worlds our souls shall boast. 
 
 The New Year. p. doddridge. 
 
 1062 u, 
 
 Our Helper, God ! we bless thy name, 
 Whose love for ever is the same ; 
 The tokens of thy gracious care 
 Open, and crown, and close the year. 
 
 2 Amid ten thousand snares we stand, 
 Supported by thy guardian hand ; 
 And see, when we review our ways, 
 Ten thousand monuments of praise. 
 
 3 Thus far thine arm has led us on ; 
 Thus far we make thy mercy known; 
 And while we tread this desert land, 
 New mercies shall new songs demand. 
 
 4 Our grateful souls, on Jordan's shore, 
 Shall raise one sacred pillar more ; 
 Then bear in thy bright courts above, 
 Inscriptions of immortal love. 
 
 lUuO 7S, 61. Life's Sea. e. hoi 
 
 Jesus, Saviour, pilot me, 
 Over life's tempestuous sea ; 
 Unknown waves before me roll, 
 Hiding rock and treacherous shoal ; 
 Chart and compass came from thee : 
 Jesus, Saviour, pilot me. 
 
MISCELLANEOUS. 693 
 
 2 As a mother stills her child, 
 Thou canst hush the ocean wild; 
 Boisterous waves obey thy will 
 When thou say'st to them, " Be still ! " 
 Wondrous Sovereign of the sea, 
 Jesus, Saviour, pilot me. 
 
 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, 
 
 " Fear not, I will pilot thee ! " 
 
 1064 IRR . 
 
 Holy! Holy! Holy! Lord God of Sabaoth ! 
 Heaven and earth are full, full of thy glory ; 
 Heaven and earth are full, are full of thy glory; 
 Glory be to thee, glory be to thee, to thee, 
 O Lord, most high. 
 
 -lUL)0 7s, 6s, d. Giving of Tkanks. w. f. sherwin. 
 Grander than ocean's story, 
 
 Or songs of forest trees — 
 Purer than breath of morning, 
 
 Or evening's gentle breeze — 
 Clearer than mountain echoes 
 
 Ring out from peaks above — 
 Rolls on the glorious anthem 
 
 Of God's eternal love. 
 
 2 Dearer than any lovings, 
 
 The truest friends bestow ; 
 Stronger than all the yearnings, 
 
 A mother's heart can know ; 
 
694 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 Deeper than earth's foundations, 
 
 And far above all thought ; 
 Broader than heaven's high arches — 
 
 The love that Christ has brought. 
 
 3 Richer than all earth's treasure, 
 
 The wealth my soul receives ; 
 Brighter than royal jewels, 
 
 The crown that Jesus gives ; 
 Wondrous the condescension, 
 
 And grace beyond degree ! 
 I would be ever singing 
 
 The love of Christ to me. 
 
 1066 , RR . 
 
 Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the 
 
 Holy Ghost; 
 As it was in the beginning, is, now and ever shall be, 
 
 world without end. Amen. 
 
 1UO 1 c. Af, D. Anniversary. 
 
 W. C. BRYANT. 
 
 As shadows cast by cloud and sun, 
 
 Flit o'er the summer grass, 
 So, in thy sight, Almighty One, 
 
 Earth's generations pass. 
 And as the years, an endless host, 
 
 Come swiftly pressing on, 
 The brightest names that earth can boast 
 
 Just glisten and are gone. 
 
 2 Yet doth the star of Bethlehem shed 
 
 A lustre pure and sweet; 
 And still it leads, as once it led, 
 
 To the Messiah's feet. 
 
MISCELLANEOUS. 695 
 
 O Father, may that holy star 
 Grow every year more bright, 
 
 And send its glorious beams afar 
 To fill the world with light. 
 
 J-UUO cm. d. TJie Seasons. I. watts. 
 
 With songs and honors sounding loud 
 
 Address the Lord on high ; 
 Over the heavens he spread his cloud, 
 
 And waters vail the sky. 
 His steady counsels change the face 
 
 Of the declining year ; 
 He bids the sun cut short his race, 
 
 And wintry days appear. 
 
 2 He sends his word and melts the snow, 
 
 The fields no longer mourn ; 
 He calls the warmer gales to blow, 
 
 And bids the spring return. 
 The changing wind, the flying cloud, 
 
 Obey his mighty word ; 
 With songs and honors sounding loud 
 
 Praise ye the sovereign Lord. 
 
 IvJOt/ c m. d. God's Mercies. h. f. lvte. 
 
 The mercies of my God and King 
 
 My tongue shall still pursue : 
 Oh, happy they, who, while they sing 
 
 Those mercies, share them, too ! 
 As bright and lasting as the sun, 
 
 As lofty as the sky, 
 From age to age, thy word shall run, 
 
 And chance and change defy. 
 
696 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 2 The covenant of the King of kings 
 
 Shall stand for ever sure ; 
 Beneath the shadow of thy wings 
 
 Thy saints repose secure. 
 In earth below, in heaven above, 
 
 Who, who is Lord like thee ? 
 Oh, spread the gospel of thy love, 
 
 Till all thy glories see ! 
 
 J-U I U ios. The Lord's Day. vvm. mason. 
 
 Again the day returns of holy rest, 
 Which, when he made the world, Jehovah blessed ; 
 When, like his own, he bade our labors cease, 
 And all be piety and all be peace. 
 
 2 Let us devote this consecrated day 
 To learn his will, and all we learn obey ; 
 So shall he hear when fervently we raise 
 Our supplications and our songs of praise. 
 
 3 Father in heaven ! in whom our hopes confide, 
 Whose power defends us and whose precepts guide, 
 In life our Guardian and in death our Friend, 
 Glory supreme be thine till time shall end. 
 
 1071 Psalm 2?,. 
 
 1 The Lord is my Shepherd ; I | shall not | want ; || 
 
 he maketh me to lie down in green pastures ; he 
 leadeth me beside the | still — | waters. 
 
 2 He restoreth my soul ; he leadeth me in the paths 
 
 of righteousness for his | name's — | sake. || Yea, 
 though I walk through the valley of the shadow 
 of death, I will fear no evil : for thou art with 
 me ; thy rod and thy | staff they | comfort me. 
 
MISCELLANEOUS. 697 
 
 3 Thou preparest a table before me, in the presence 
 of mine enemies ; thou anointest my head with 
 oil ; my | cup • • runneth | over. || Surely good- 
 ness and mercy shall follow me all the days of 
 my life; and I will dwell in the house of the | 
 Lord for- | ever. || A- | men. 
 
 JLU • £ p. m. "Day is Dying.'* m. a. lathbury. 
 
 Day is dying in the west ; 
 Heaven is touching earth with rest: 
 Wait and worship while the night 
 Sets her evening lamps alight 
 
 Through all the sky. 
 Holy, holy, holy. Lord God of Hosts ! 
 Heaven and earth are full of thee ! 
 Heaven and earth are praising thee, 
 
 O Lord most high ! 
 
 2 Lord of life, beneath the dome 
 Of the Universe, thy home, 
 Gather us who seek thy face 
 To the fold of thy embrace, 
 
 For thou art nigh. 
 Holy, holy, holy, Lord God of Hosts ! 
 Heaven and earth are full of thee ! 
 Heaven and earth are praising thee, 
 
 O Lord most high ! 
 
 1U l O Psalm 130. 
 
 1 Out of the I depths || Have I cried unto thee, 
 
 O I Lord ! || 
 
 2 Lord, hear my | voice : || Let thine ears be attentive 
 
 to the voice of my suppli- | cations, jj 
 
698 CHANTS AND OCCASIONAL PIECES. 
 
 3 If thou, Lord, shouldst mark in- | iquities, || O Lord ! 
 
 who shall | stand ? || 
 
 4 But there is forgiveness with | thee, || That thou 
 
 mayest be | feared. || 
 
 5 I wait for the Lord, my soul doth | wait, || And in 
 
 his word do I | hope. || 
 
 6 My soul waiteth for the Lord more than they that 
 
 watch for the | morning : || I say, more than they 
 that watch for the | morning. || 
 
 7 Let Israel hope in the | Lord ; || For with the Lord 
 
 there is mercy, and with him is plenteous re- | 
 demption. || 
 
 8 And he shall redeem | Israel || From all his in- | 
 
 iquities. || 
 
 1074 
 
 The Ancient " Te Deum." 
 
 i We praise thee, | O — | God ; || we acknowledge | 
 
 thee to | be the | Lord. || 
 All the earth doth | worship | thee, || the Father | 
 
 ever- | last | ing. || 
 
 2 To thee all angels | cry a- | loud, || the heavens, and 
 
 | all the | powers there- | in. 
 To thee cherubim and seraphim, con- | tinually • • do | 
 cry, || Holy, holy, holy, Lord | God of | Saba- | 
 oth;|| 
 
 3 Heaven and earth are full of the majesty | of thy | 
 
 glory. || The glorious company of the apostles 
 praise thee. The goodly fellowship of the j 
 prophets | praise — | thee. || 
 
CHANTS AND OCCASIONAL PIECES. 699 
 
 The noble army of martyrs | praise — | thee. || The 
 holy church throughout all the | world • * doth 
 ac- | knowledge | thee. || 
 
 4 The Father, of an | inn- ■ • nite | majesty; || thine 
 
 adorable, | true and | only | Son ; || 
 Also the Holy | Ghost, the | Comforter. || Thou art 
 the King of Glory, O Christ, thou art the ever- 
 lasting | Son * • of the | Fa | tlier. || 
 
 5 When thou tookest upon thee to de- | liver | man, j| 
 
 thou didst humble thyself to be | born — | of a | 
 virgin. || 
 When thou hadst overcome the | sharpness • • of | 
 death, || thou didst open the kingdom of 1 heaven 
 * * to | all be- | lievers. || 
 
 6 Thou sittest at the right hand of God, in the | 
 
 glory • • of the | Father. || We believe that thou 
 shalt | come to | be our I judge. 
 We therefore pray thee, | help thy | servants, || whom 
 thou hast redeemed | with thy | precious | blood. || 
 
 7 Make them to be numbered | with thy | saints, || 
 
 in | glory | ever- | lasting. || 
 O Lord, save thy people, and | bless thine | heritage ; 
 II govern them and | lift them | up for- | ever. || 
 
 8 Day by day we | magni- ■ * fy | thee ; || and we wor- 
 
 ship thy name ever, | world with- | out — | end. |j 
 Vouchsafe, O Lord, to keep us this | day with- out \ 
 sin ; || O Lord, have mercy upon us, have | mer-cy 
 up- | on — | us. || 
 
 9 O Lord, let thy mercy | be up- | on us, || as our j 
 
 trust — | is in | thee. || 
 O Lord, in | thee • ■ have I | trusted ; || let me | never 
 | be con- | founded. || A- | men. || 
 
700 CHANTS AND OCCASIONAL PIECES. 
 
 1U I O The A ncient Gloria in Excelsis. 
 
 i Glory be to | God on | high, || and on earth | peace, 
 good- | will • • towards | men. 
 
 2 We praise thee, we bless thee, we | worship | thee, || 
 
 we glorify thee, we give thanks to | thee for | thy 
 great | glory. 
 
 3 O Lord God, | heavenly | King, || God the | Father 
 
 | Al | mighty ! 
 
 4 O Lord, the only begotten Son, | Jesus | Christ ; || 
 
 O Lord God, Lamb of | God, Son | of the | 
 Father. 
 
 5 Thou that takest away the | sins ' * of the | world, || 
 
 have mercy | upon | us. 
 
 6 Thou that takest away the | sins ■ • of the | world, || 
 
 have mercy | upon | us. 
 
 7 Thou that takest away the | sins • • of the | world, || 
 
 re- | ceive our | prayer. 
 
 8 Thou that sittest at the right hand of | God the | 
 
 Father, || have mercy | upon | us. 
 
 9 For thou | only • • art | holy: || thou | only | art the 
 
 | Lord : 
 
 io Thou only, O Christ, with the | Holy | Ghost, || 
 art most high in the | glory • • of | God the | 
 Father. || A- | men. 
 
 1 U • O Response to the Decalogue. 
 
 Lord, have mercy upon us, and incline our hearts 
 
 to keep this law. 
 Lord, have mercy upon us, and write all these thy 
 
 laws in our hearts, we beseech thee. 
 
CHANTS AND OCCASIONAL PIECES. 701 
 
 1077 Psalm 95. 
 
 1 Oh, come, let us sing un- | to the | Lord ; || Let us 
 
 heartily rejoice in the | strength of | our sal- | 
 vation. 
 
 2 Let us come before his presence | with thanks- | 
 
 giving; || And show ourselves | glad in I him with 
 I psalms. 
 
 3 For the Lord is a | great — | God; || And a great | 
 
 King a- | bove all | gods. 
 
 4 In his hands are all the corners | of the | earth; || 
 
 And the strength of the | hills is | his — | also. 
 
 5 The sea is his | and he | made it ; || And his hands 
 
 pre- I pared | the dry | land. 
 
 6 Oh, come, let us worship | and fall | down ; (| And 
 
 kneel be- | fore the | Lord our | Maker. 
 
 7 For he is the | Lord our | God ; || And we are the 
 
 people of his pasture, and the | sheep of | his — | 
 hand. 
 
 8 Oh, worship the Lord in the | beauty • • of | holi- 
 
 ness ; || Let the whole | earth ■ ■ stand in | awe of 
 I him. 
 
 *9 For he cometh, for he cometh to | judge the | earth ;|j 
 And with righteousness to judge the world, and 
 the I people | with his | truth. 
 
 10 Glory be to the Father, and | to the | Son, || And 
 
 I to the I Holy | Ghost ; 
 
 11 As it was in the beginning, is now, and | ever ■ • 
 
 shall I be, || World without | end. A- | men, A- j 
 men. 
 
702 CHANTS AND OCCASIONAL PIECES. 
 
 1 ( O Psalm 122. 
 
 1 I was glad when they said | unto | me, || Let us go 
 
 into the | house — | of the | Lord. 
 
 2 Our feet shall stand with- | in thy | gates, || O — | — 
 
 Je- | rusa- | lem ! 
 
 3 Jerusalem is builded | as a | city || That | is com- | 
 
 pact to- | gether : 
 
 4 Whither the tribes go up, the | tribes • * of the | 
 
 Lord, || Unto the testimony of Israel, to give thanks 
 unto the | name — | of the | Lord. 
 
 5 For there are set | thrones of | judgment, || The 
 
 thrones of the | house of | Da- | vid. 
 
 6 Pray for the peace of Je- | rusa- | lem : | They 
 
 shall | prosper ■ • that | love — | thee. 
 
 7 Peace be with- | in thy | walls, || And prosperity 
 
 with- | in thy pala- | ces. 
 
 8 For my brethren and com- | pardons' | sakes, || I 
 
 will now say, | Peace — | be with- | in thee. 
 
 *9 Because of the house of the | Lord our | God || I 
 will | seek — | thy — | good. 
 
 Glory be to the Father, &c. 
 
 1079 Psalm 51. 
 
 Have mercy upon me, O God, according to thy | 
 loving- | kindness : || According unto the multi- 
 tude of thy tender mercies | blot out | my trans- | 
 gressions. 
 
CHANTS AND OCCASIONAL PIECES. 703 
 
 2 Wash me thoroughly from | mine in- | iquity, || 
 
 And | cleanse me | from my | sin. 
 
 3 For I acknowledge | my trans- | gressions : | And 
 
 my | sin is | ever ■ ■ be- | fore me. 
 
 4 Hide thy face | from my | sins, || And blot out | 
 
 all — | mine in- | iquities. 
 
 5 Create in me a clean | heart, O | God ; || And 
 
 renew a right | spirit ■ ■ with- | in — | me. 
 
 6 Cast me not away | from thy | presence ; J| And 
 
 take not thy | Holy | Spirit | from me. 
 
 7 Restore unto me the joy of | thy sal- | vation ; || 
 
 And uphold me | with thy j free — | Spirit. 
 
 8 Then will I teach trans- | gressors • ■ thy | ways; || 
 
 And sinners shall be con- | verted | unto | thee. 
 
 9 Deliver me from blood-guiltiness, O God, thou 
 
 God of | my sal- | vation ; || And my tongue 
 shall sing aloud | of thy | righteous- | ness. 
 
 io O Lord, open | thou my | lips : || And my mouth 
 shall | shew forth | thy — | praise. 
 
 ii For thou desirest not sacrifice ; | else ■ • would I | 
 give it : || Thou delightest | not in burnt — | 
 offering. 
 
 12 The sacrifices of God are a | broken | spirit : || 
 A broken and contrite heart, O God, | thou wilt | 
 not de- | spise. 
 
 10 80 Psalm 67. 
 
 1 God be merciful unto | us, and | bless us ; || And 
 show us the light of his countenance, and be j 
 merci • • ful I unto I us. 
 
704 CHANTS AND OCCASIONAL PIECES. 
 
 2 That thy way may be known | up • • on | earth ; 
 
 Thy saving | health a- | mong all | nations. 
 
 3 Let the people praise thee, | O — | God. || Yea, let | 
 
 all the • • people | praise — | thee. 
 
 4 Oh, let the nations rejoice | and be | glad ; || For 
 
 thou shalt judge the people righteously, and 
 govern the | na • • tions | upon | earth. 
 
 5 Let the people praise thee, | O — | God ; || Yea, let | 
 
 all the * • people | praise — | thee. 
 
 6 Then shall the earth bring I forth her | increase ; || 
 
 And God, even our own | God, shall | give us ■ * 
 his | blessing. 
 
 7 God shall | bless — | us ; || And all the ends of the | 
 
 world shall | fear — | him. 
 
 8 Glory be to the Father, and | to the | Son, || And | 
 
 to the | Holy | Ghost ; || 
 
 9 As it was in the beginning, is now, and | ever | 
 
 shall be, || World | without | end. A- | men. 
 
 lUol us, ios. " A Little While " J. crewdson. 
 
 Oh, for the peace which floweth like a river, 
 Making life's desert places bloom and smile ! 
 
 Oh, for the faith to grasp heaven's bright " forever," 
 Amid the shadows of earth's " little while ! " 
 
 2 A little while for patient vigil-keeping, 
 To face the storm, to battle with the strong ; 
 
 A little while to sow the seed with weeping, 
 Then bind the sheaves and sing the harvest song ! 
 
CHANTS AND OCCASIONAL PIECES. 705 
 
 3 A little while to keep the oil from failing, 
 
 A little while faith's flickering lamp to trim ; 
 And then, the Bridegroom's coming footsteps hailing, 
 To haste to meet him with the bridal hymn ! 
 
 4 And he who is himself the gift and giver, — 
 The future glory and the present smile, — 
 
 With the bright promise of the glad " forever," 
 Will light the shadows of the " little while ! " 
 
 J- UO & Response to the Decalogue. 
 
 Lord, have mercy upon us, and incline our hearts to 
 
 keep this law. 
 Lord, have mercy upon us, and write all these thy 
 
 laws in our hearts, we beseech thee. 
 
 -LUOO ios. "Abide in Me." w. f. sherwin. 
 
 Why is thy faith, O child of God, so small ? 
 Why doth thy heart shrink back at duty's call ? 
 Art thou obeying this — "Abide in me," 
 And doth the Master's word abide in thee ? 
 
 2 Oh, blest assurance from our risen Lord ! 
 Oh, precious comfort breathing from the Word! 
 How great the promise ! could there greater be ? 
 " Ask what thou wilt, it shall be done for thee ! " 
 
 3 "Ask what thou wilt," but, oh, remember this,— 
 We ask and have not, for we ask amiss 
 
 When, weak in faith, we only half believe 
 That what we ask we really shall receive. 
 
 4 Increase our faith, and clear our vision, Lord ; 
 Help us to take thee at thy simple word, 
 
 No more with cold distrust to bring thee grief; 
 Lord, we believe ! help thou our unbelief. 
 45^ 
 
706 CHANTS AND OCCASIONAL PIECES. 
 
 JLUOt: Response to the Decalogue. 
 
 Lord, have mercy upon us, and incline our hearts 
 
 to keep this law. 
 Lord, have mercy upon us, and write all these thy 
 
 laws in our hearts, we beseech thee. 
 
 lUoO Selections. 
 
 1 Blessed are the dead, who die in the | Lord from | 
 
 henceforth ; || Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may 
 rest from their labors, | and their | works do | 
 follow them. 
 
 2 Our days on earth are as a shadow, and there is | 
 
 none a- | biding; || We are but of yesterday; 
 there is but a | step ■ ■ between | us and | death ; 
 
 3 Man's days are as grass : as a flower of the field, | 
 
 so he | flourisheth; || He appeareth for a little 
 time, then | van-ish- j eth a- | way. 
 
 4 Watch ! for ye know not what hour your | Lord 
 
 doth | come; || Be ye also ready; for in such an 
 hour as ye think not, the | Son of | Man — | 
 cometh. 
 
 5 It is the Lord; let him do what | seemeth • -him | 
 
 good ; || The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken 
 away, and | blessed * ■ be the | name • ■ of the | 
 Lord. 
 
 6 Blessed are the dead, who die in the | Lord from | 
 
 henceforth ; || Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may 
 rest from their labors, | and their | works do | 
 follow them. 
 
CHANTS AND OCCASIONAL PIECES. 707 
 
 lUOU 6s, 4s. Christ for the World. s. wolcott. 
 
 Christ for the world we sing ; 
 The world to Christ we bring, 
 
 With loving zeal ; 
 The poor, and them that mourn, 
 The faint and overborne, 
 Sin-sick and sorrow-worn, 
 
 Whom Christ doth heal. 
 
 2 Christ for the world we sing ; 
 The world to Christ we bring, 
 
 With fervent prayer ; 
 The wayward and the lost, 
 By restless passions tossed, 
 Redeemed at countless cost, 
 
 From dark despair. 
 
 3 Christ for the world w r e sing ; 
 The world to Christ we bring, 
 
 With one accord; 
 With us the work to share, 
 With us reproach to dare, 
 With us the cross to bear, 
 
 For Christ our Lord. 
 
 4 Christ for the world we sing ; 
 The world to Christ we bring, 
 
 With joyful song; 
 The new-born souls, whose days, 
 Reclaimed from error's ways, 
 Inspired with hope and praise, 
 
 To Christ belong. 
 
DOXOLOGIES. 
 
 1 L. M. 
 
 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow ! 
 Praise him, all creatures here below ! 
 Praise him above, ye heavenly host ! 
 Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ! 
 
 2 L. M. 6 1. 
 
 To God the Father, God the Son, 
 And God the Spirit, three in one, 
 Be honor, praise, and glory given, 
 By all on earth, and all in heaven. 
 As was through ages heretofore, 
 Is now, and shall be evermore. 
 
 3 L. M. D. 
 
 Eternal Father, throned above, 
 Thou fountain of redeeming love ! 
 Eternal Word ! who left thy throne 
 For man's rebellion to atone ; 
 Eternal Spirit, who dost give 
 That grace whereby our spirits live : 
 Thou God of our salvation, be 
 Eternal praises paid to thee ! 
 
 4 C. M. 
 
 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
 
 One God whom we adore, 
 Be glory as it was, is now, 
 
 And shall be evermore. 
 «y> 708 
 
DOXOLOGIES. 709 
 
 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. 
 
 C. M. D. 
 The God of mercy be adored, 
 
 Who calls our souls from death, 
 Who saves by his redeeming word 
 
 And new-creating breath ; 
 To praise the Father and the Son, 
 
 And Spirit all-divine, — 
 The one in three, and three in one — 
 
 Let saints and angels join. 
 
 S. M. 
 Ye angels round the throne, 
 
 And saints that dwell below, 
 Worship the Father, praise the Son, 
 
 And bless the Spirit, too. 
 
 S. M. 
 The Father and the Son 
 
 And Spirit we adore ; 
 We praise, we bless, we worship thee, 
 
 Both now and evermore ! 
 
 H. M. 
 
 To God the Father's throne 
 Your highest honors raise ; 
 Glory to God the Son ; 
 To God, the Spirit, praise : 
 With all our powers, Eternal King, 
 Thy name we sing, while faith adores. 
 
710 DOXOLOGIES. 
 
 io 7s. 
 
 Sing we to our God above 
 Praise eternal as his love ; 
 Praise him, all ye heavenly host — 
 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 
 
 ii 7s, 61. 
 
 Praise the name of God most high, 
 Praise him, all below the sky, 
 Praise him, all ye heavenly host, 
 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ; 
 As through countless ages past, 
 Evermore his praise shall last. 
 
 12 7s, D. 
 
 Praise our glorious King and Lord, 
 Angels waiting on his word, 
 Saints that walk with him in white, 
 Pilgrims walking in his light : 
 Glory to the Eternal One, 
 Glory to his only Son, 
 Glory to the Spirit be 
 Now, and through eternity. 
 
 13 C. P. M. 
 
 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
 Be praise amid the heavenly host, 
 
 And in the church below ; 
 From whom all creatures draw their breath, 
 By whom redemption blessed the earth, 
 
 From whom all comforts flow. 
 
 14 8s, 7s. 
 
 Praise the Father, earth and heaven, 
 Praise the Son, the Spirit praise ; 
 
 As it was, and is, be given 
 Glory through eternal days. 
 
DOXOLOGIES. 711 
 
 15 8s, 7s, 61. 
 Praise and honor to the Father, 
 
 Praise and honor to the Son, 
 Praise and honor to the Spirit, 
 
 Ever Three and ever One ; 
 One in might and one in glory, 
 
 While eternal ages run. 
 
 16 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 : 
 Undivided adoration 
 
 To the one Jehovah give. 
 
 17 8s, 7s, 4s. 
 Glory be to God the Father, 
 
 Glory be to God the Son, 
 Glory be to God the Spirit, 
 
 Glory to the Three in One ; 
 Hallelujah ! 
 God, the Lord is God alone. 
 
 18 8s, 7s, 4s. 
 
 Great 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, 
 
712 DOXOLOGIES. 
 
 19 ios. 
 
 To Father, Son, and Spirit, ever blest, 
 Eternal praise and worship be addressed ; 
 From age to age, ye saints, his name adore, 
 And spread his fame, till time shall be no more. 
 
 20 6s, D. 
 To Father and to Son, 
 
 And, Holy Ghost ! to thee, 
 Eternal Three in One ! 
 
 Eternal glory be ; 
 As hath been, and is now, 
 
 And shall be evermore : 
 Before thy throne we bow, 
 
 And thee, our God, adore. 
 
 21 7s, 6s. 
 
 To thee be praise for ever, 
 
 Thou glorious King of kings ! 
 Thy wondrous love and favor 
 
 Each ransomed spirit sings : 
 We '11 celebrate thy glory 
 
 With all thy saints above, 
 And shout the joyful story 
 
 Of thy redeeming love. 
 
 22 7s, 6s. 
 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
 
 One God, whom we adore, 
 Join we with the heavenly host 
 
 To praise thee evermore : 
 Live, by heaven and earth adored, 
 
 Three in One, and One in Three, 
 Holy, holy, holy Lord, 
 
 All glory be to thee ! 
 
DOXOLOGIES. 713 
 
 23 iis, or 5s, 6s. 
 
 O Father Almighty, to thee be addressed, 
 With Christ and the Spirit, one God ever blest, 
 All glory and worship, from earth and from heaven, 
 As was, and is now, and shall ever be given. 
 
 24 6s, 4s. 
 
 To God — the Father, Son, 
 And Spirit — Three in One, 
 
 All praise be given ! 
 Crown him in every song ; 
 To him your hearts belong ; 
 Let all his praise prolong — 
 
 On earth, in heaven. 
 
INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 
 
 THE FIGURES REFER TO THE HYMNS. 
 
 Abba, Father. 693, 685, 520, 644 
 
 Abide with Me ..127, 119, 120, 
 
 112, 1083, 621, 702 
 
 Absence from God. . .222, 466, 
 
 946, 493 
 
 Accepted Time ..418, 406, 424, 
 
 427 
 
 Access to God . . 398-415. See 
 
 Prayer. 
 Activity... 779-797, 963, 517-576 
 
 Adoption 676, 685, 691, 693, 
 
 703, 648 
 Advent of Christ : 
 
 At Birth 234-256, 63 
 
 To Judgment... 974-988, 319, 
 337 
 To Kingdom.. See Millen- 
 nium. 
 
 Advocate See Christ. 
 
 Afflictions. 704-748. 622, 431, 609 
 
 Aged See Old Age. 
 
 Almost Christian. 392, 430, 420, 
 469 
 
 Alms 797, 780, 792 
 
 Angels... 788, 522, 235, 248, 139, 
 141 
 
 Ark of God 847, 508 
 
 Ascension See Christ. 
 
 Ashamed of Jesus . . . 541-597, 
 
 284 
 
 Asleep in Jesus.. 944, 947, 977, 
 
 951 
 
 Assurance: 
 
 Expressed. .528, 822, 689, 594, 
 
 Praved for .362, 359, 367, 499 
 Urged.. 553, 525, 576, 533, 558 
 
 Atonement : 
 Necessary ..381-397, 871, 587 
 Completed ..395, 398-415, 696 
 
 Autumn.... 1050, 1046, 184, 222 
 
 Backsliding 458, 481-516 
 
 Baptism 807-822 
 
 Benevolence See Alms. 
 
 Bible 158-175 
 
 Brotherly Love ..823-829,674, 
 663, 641 
 
 Burial See Death and 
 
 Heaven. 
 
 A Child 935, 951, 945, 733 
 
 A Pastor. . . .962, 934, 947, 972 
 
 Calmness 649, 647,665, 642 
 
 Calvary . .855, 276, 285, 889, 887 
 
 Cares.... 549, 537, 594, 654, 555, 
 
 561, 574 
 
 Charitv 663,794,641 
 
 Cheerfulness 306, 594, 575, 
 
 639, 654, 1003 
 
 Children 170,798-806 
 
 Childlike Spirit.. 642, 631, 480, 
 
 665 
 
 Christ : 
 
 Advent at Birth. .63, 234-256 
 
 Advocate ..303, 323, 333, 327, 
 
 859, 405, 326, 689 
 
 Ascension ..301, 307, 313, 319 
 
 Captain of Salvation . . .524, 
 
 518, 557, 560 
 
 Character of ...257-272, 341, 
 
 330 
 
 Corner-stone 751, 771, 753 
 
 Crucifixion 274-299 
 
INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 
 
 715 
 
 Desire of Nations. .909, 787, 
 
 756, 914, 1029, 1026 
 
 Divinity. . . .252, 342, 316, 218, 
 
 251, 244 
 
 Example.... 257-272, 590, 672 
 
 Friend .613, 594, 585, 628, 859 
 
 Hiding-place... 686, 683, 289, 
 
 871 
 
 Humanity ..75, 246, 243,590,. 
 
 716, 257-272 
 
 Immanuel..251, 628, 244,606, 
 
 245 
 
 King... 328, 301, 311, 320, 330, 
 
 341 
 
 Lamb.. 281, 289, 396, 382, 325, 
 
 338 
 
 Life, Incidents of 864, 
 
 257-272 
 
 Lord, our Righteousness.. 
 
 683,607, :«2, 407, 411, 390 
 
 Love. . . .270, 280, 290, 437. 344, 
 
 ' 421 
 
 Mediator ..283, 386, 327, 382, 
 
 405 
 
 Priest ..327, 349, 333, 303, 75, 
 
 337 
 
 Prince of Glory .275, 313, 339 
 
 Prince of Peace. 338, 245,253 
 
 Prophet ....257, 633, 262, 613 
 
 Refuge 605, 466, 686, 215, 
 
 505, 522 
 
 Resurrection of 301-349 
 
 Rock jf Ages.. 871, 874, 753, 
 
 176 
 
 Saviour ....253, 236, 270, 303, 
 
 317, 390 
 
 Shepherd.. 4, 8, 556, 564, 595, 
 
 602, 634, 799 
 
 Sufferings of 273-299 
 
 Sun of Righteousness... 14, 
 
 111, 158, 627, 913 
 
 Way, Truth, and Life.. 265, 
 
 334, 502 
 
 Wisdom . . . .174, 413, 696, 390, 
 
 Word 218, 244, 252 
 
 Christians : 
 
 Afflictions 704-748 
 
 Conflicts 481-516 
 
 Disciplines 704-748 
 
 Duties 779-797 
 
 Encouragements ...516-584 
 
 Fellowship 786, 823-829 
 
 Graces 640-674 
 
 Love for Christ 585-639 
 
 Privileges 675-703 
 
 Church : 
 Afflicted.... 759, 897, 916, 925 
 Beloved of God.. 759, 35, 924 
 
 In stitution s of 749-778 
 
 Missions of 890-982 
 
 Ordinances of 807-889 
 
 Revival of ..897, 917, 918, 925 
 
 Triumph of 757, 773, 921 
 
 Unity of ....893, 771, 825, 826 
 Uniting with .See Baptism. 
 Work of 779-797 
 
 Close of Worship 112-157 
 
 Comforter . . See Holy Spirit. 
 
 Communion with God ...See 
 Prayer. 
 
 Communion of Saints See 
 
 Union. 
 
 Completeness in Christ.. 675, 
 559, 528 
 
 Confession . . See Repentance. 
 
 Confidence... 405, 525, 840, 556, 
 688, 576 
 
 Conflict with Sin 481-516 
 
 Conformity to Christ. 257-271, 
 489, 570, 672, 664 
 
 Conscience ..387, 423, 382, 162, 
 279 
 
 Consecration : 
 
 Of Possessions 780, 875, 
 
 792, 488 
 
 Of Self . .275, 888, 868. 875, 186, 
 
 498, 449-480 
 
 Consistency.. 664, 497, 482, 512, 
 559, 655, 541 
 
 Consolations. See Afflictions. 
 
 Constancy ...519, 536, 541, 556, 
 565, 563 
 
 Contentment ....594, 659, 578, 
 742, 642 
 
 Conversion ...See Regenera- 
 tion. 
 
 Conviction See Law. 
 
 Corner-stone 751, 771, 753 
 
 Courage 789, 517-. c 84 
 
 Covenant ... .527, 691, 684, 563, 
 681, 688 
 
716 
 
 INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 
 
 Creation 78, 93, 99, 183, 198 
 
 Bearing.... 543, 540, 529, 263, 
 266, 520, 284 
 
 Glorying in 300, 284, 533, 
 
 275, 415, 520, 281 
 
 Salvation by . . .415, 382, 275, 
 
 283, 270, 277, 286, 386 
 
 Crucifixion of Christ. .274-290 
 
 Death 933-973 
 
 Decrees 178, 182, 189, 193, 
 
 195, 208 
 Dedication : 
 Of a Church See Sanc- 
 tuary. 
 Of One's Self.. See Conse- 
 cration. 
 
 Delay 428, 418, 422, 424 
 
 Dependence : 
 
 On Providence. 177, 185, 187, 
 
 192, 209, 563, 213, 217 
 
 On Grace . .382, 219, 408, 630, 
 
 461, 484, 365, 396 
 
 Depravity 381-896, 462 
 
 Despondency ...See Encour- 
 agements. 
 
 Devotion See Prayer. 
 
 Diligence See Activity. 
 
 Doubt .See Encouragements. 
 Doxologies..80, 81, pp. 708-713 
 
 Earnestness ...See Activity. 
 
 Earnest of the Spirit 350, 
 
 372, 355, 359 
 
 Election See Decrees. 
 
 Encouragements 517-584 
 
 Energy See Activity. 
 
 Eternity.. 940, 743, 958, 985, 946 
 
 Evening 113, 123, 139, 141, 
 
 1072 
 
 Example : 
 
 Of Christ.. .257-272, 672, 627, 
 
 590 
 
 Of Christians ..640, 664, 264, 
 
 646 
 
 Famt-heartedness ...524, 530, 
 554, 565 
 Faith — See Confidence and 
 Trust. 
 
 Gift of God 365, 645, 654, 
 
 650, 630, 643, 821, 373, 356 
 Instrument in Justifica- 
 tion. .639, 430, 382, 651, 691, 
 688, 388, 871 
 Power Of. . .656, 661, 658, 682, 
 600, 534, 688, 629, 527, 563 
 Prayer for .645, 660, 605, 567, 
 562, 356, 1003, 820 
 
 Faithfulness of G od See 
 
 God. 
 Fall of Man . .See Lost State. 
 Family.... 798. 802, 804, 141, 65, 
 71, 114, 120, 123,139 
 
 Father, God our See God. 
 
 Fcarf illness ..524, 530, 554, 565 
 
 Fellowship. . . .805, 823-829,640, 
 
 674 
 
 Fidelity 796, 541 , 664, 482, 
 
 559, 512, 497, 655 
 Forbearance : 
 
 Divine 181, 186, 197, 212, 
 
 500, 422, 428, 464, 214 
 Christian.. 258, 264, 800,647, 
 796 
 Forgiveness : 
 
 Of Sin See Atonement 
 
 and Repentance. 
 
 Of Injuries 264, 266, 647 
 
 Formality 357, 22, 33, 269, 
 
 641, 663 
 
 Friend, Christ our... 613, 594, 
 
 585, 628, 859 
 
 Friends in Heaven See 
 
 Heaven. 
 
 Funeral See Burial and 
 
 Death. 
 Future Punishment. .976, 987, 
 984, 981, 743, 974, 983, 985 
 
 Gentleness... 262, 264, 643, 646, 
 664, 672 
 
 Gethsemane 273, 276, 291 
 
 Glory of God See God. 
 
 Glorying in the Cross See 
 
 Cross. 
 
 God: 
 
 Attributes 176-233 
 
 Being.. 183, 198, 201, 207, 176 
 
 Benevolence... 217, 184, 162, 
 
 196 
 
INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 
 
 717 
 
 Compassion 212, 213, 41, 
 
 669, 566 
 
 Condescension 280, 270, 
 
 269, 75 
 
 Creator. ..78, 93, 99, 183, 198, 
 
 175 
 
 Eternity.. .943, 964, 176, 204, 
 
 218 
 
 Faithfulness... .90, 189,208, 
 
 215, 187, 531, 563, 519, 523, 
 
 525 
 
 Father 703, 685, 691, 693, 
 
 109, 203, 326, 207 
 
 Forbearance... 181, 186,197, 
 
 212, 500, 422, 428, 464, 214, 
 
 648 
 
 Glory.. 14, 98, 39, 84, 191, 196, 
 
 21 1, 229, 1074 
 
 Goodness.. .. 84, 100, 217, 228 
 
 Grace 41, 83, 92, 186, 196, 
 
 212, 214, 233, 690 
 
 Holiness... .96, 203, 210, 211, 
 
 221 
 
 Infinity... 87, 89, 98, 180, 190, 
 
 193, 204, 206 
 
 Jehovah.. 78, 95, 109, 180, 207 
 
 Justice ..84, 92, 109, 182, 386, 
 
 395 
 
 Love. -.178, 197, 199, 212, 225, 
 
 232 
 
 Majesty.. 78, 85, 96, 101, 195, 
 
 231 
 
 Mercy . .214, 224, 232, 270, 1069 
 
 Mvsterv...l82, 190, 193, 206, 
 
 209 
 
 Omnipotence 88, 98, 194, 
 
 207, 208, 205, 215 
 
 Omnipresence.. 177, 64, 191, 
 
 200, 205, 227, 609 
 
 Omniscience... 177, 188,200, 
 
 202, 397, 405 
 
 Patience... 181, 197,212,214, 
 
 500, 422, 464 
 
 Pity. .71, 75, 224, 669, 566, 725, 
 
 409, 434 
 
 Providence.. 84, 190, 192, 195, 
 
 206, 209, 555, 643 
 
 Sovereignty 178,182,189, i 
 
 193, 195, 209 
 
 Supremacy. .82, 85, 78, 93, 96, 
 
 101, 203, 231, 1064 
 
 Trinity. .96, 179, 220, 223, 226, 
 
 230 
 
 Truth... 90, 150, 161, 189, 208, 
 
 523, 563, 574, 576 
 
 Unchangeahleness. . .86, 90, 
 
 522, 531, 545, 556, 176, 204, 
 
 719 
 
 Unsearchableness..89, 180, 
 
 182, 190, 193, 195, 206, 209 
 
 Wisdom 87, 193, 205, 225, 
 
 180, 204. 556, 710 
 
 Gospel See Atonement. 
 
 Grace 400, 432, 689, 690, 619 
 
 533, 388 
 
 Graces. Christian 729, 354, 
 
 640-674 
 
 Gratitude. .41, 657, 185-187, 669, 
 
 671, 648, 622, 709, 212, 217 
 
 Grave 952, 966, 969, 971 
 
 Grieving- the Spirit See 
 
 Holy Spirit. 
 
 Growth in Grace 486, 790, 
 
 575, 690, 581, 650, 646, 654, 
 830, 553, 260 
 
 Guidance, Divine 134, 573, 
 
 734, 737, 135, 562, 487, 698, 
 556 
 
 Happiness... 575, 594, 639, 654, 
 
 If 03 
 
 Harvest.... 1046, 1050, 184, 224 
 
 Hearing the Word.. .160, 145, 
 
 174, 136, 117, 124, 126, 142, 151 
 
 Change of.. 385, 388, 357, 350, 
 
 353, 489, 495, 502 
 
 Deceitfulness of.... 387, 391, 
 
 410. 447, 458, 483, 489, 502 
 
 Searching of . . . .495, 366, 357, 
 
 430, 499, 502, 507, 650 
 
 Surrender of... 390, 480, 837, 
 
 868, 405, 411, 450, 458, 469, 474 
 
 Heaven : 
 
 Christ there. .1020, 1039, 989, 
 
 1002, 1017, 1037, 1041 
 
 Friends there 826, 1033, 
 
 1006, 1010, 1043, 953, 970 
 
 Home there.. 995, 1034, 1043, 
 
 992, 994, 1015, 1031,946 
 
 Rest there.... 996, 993. 1023, 
 
 1015, 944, 969, 939 
 
718 
 
 INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 
 
 Hell See Future Punish- 
 ment. 
 
 Heirship with Christ 676, 
 
 680, 687, 532, 640, 693 
 
 Hiding-place See Christ. 
 
 Holiness : 
 Of Christians.. 652, 489, 650, 
 693 
 
 Of God See God. 
 
 Holy Scriptures.. See Bible 
 
 Holy Spirit 350-380 
 
 Divine.. 366, 369, 374. 377, 425 
 
 Grieved 358, 424, 425, 428 
 
 Striving. 355, 362, 365, 418, 425 
 Witnessing. .350, 372, 355, 359 
 
 Home See Family or 
 
 Heaven. 
 
 Home Missions.. 892, 899, 913, 
 
 923, 898 
 
 Hope: 
 
 Under Afflictions.. 529, 544, 
 
 565, 723, 584, 707, 711, 719, 
 
 745, 737 
 
 Under Conviction. .382, 390, 
 
 401, 405, 411, 453, 533, 527, 693 
 
 Under Despondency. . .519, 
 
 523, 521, 516, 537, 554, 558, 570 
 
 In Death... 526, 301, 304, 324, 
 
 933, 936, 952, 955, 961 
 
 Humility.... 729, 491, 642,646, 
 
 665, 672 
 
 Immanuel See Christ. 
 
 Immortality . .526, 946, 304, 977, 
 
 936 
 
 Importunity. . . .62, 70, 76, 446, 
 
 451, 461 
 
 Imputation . . 382, 386, 390, 396, 
 
 587, 407, 410, 688, 691, 1003 
 
 Incarnation. .239, 244, 252, 270, 
 
 419 
 In gratitude.. 495, 464, 421, 423, 
 
 425 
 Inspiration.. 159, 165, 173,174, 
 
 352 
 
 Installation . . . See Ministry. 
 
 Intercession. .327, 349, 333, 303. 
 
 75, 337 
 
 Invitations 416-445 
 
 Jehovah See God. 
 
 Jews 891, 900, 922, 927, 
 
 930 
 
 Jerusalem, The new 1027, 
 
 1035, 1004, 1007, 1009, 1017, 
 
 1022, 1020, 1044 
 
 Joining the Church.. 807-822, 
 
 834, 837, 854. 857, 868, 875, 888 
 
 Joy.. 306, 653, 594, 610, 654, 682, 
 
 639 
 
 Judgment Day 973-988 
 
 Justice See God. 
 
 Justification See A tone- 
 
 ment and Faith. 
 
 Kindness See Brotherly 
 
 Love. 
 Kingdom of Christ. . See Mil- 
 lennium. 
 Prayed for. .915, 777, 903, 907, 
 1029, 756, 312 
 
 Progress of 757,749,754, 
 
 895, 902, 911, 329 
 
 Labor See Activity. 
 
 Lamb of God See Christ. 
 
 Law of God : 
 
 And Gospel 167, 382, 386, 
 
 390, 390 
 
 Conviction under.. 383, 387, 
 
 410, 415, 440, 457, 468, 453 
 
 Liberality 780, 784, 792 
 
 Life: 
 
 Brevity of.. 940, 938,943, 948, 
 
 954, 956, 958, 963 
 
 Object Of... 939, 956, 381, 397, 
 
 423, 438, 957, 988 
 
 Solemnity of. . .397, 949, 958, 
 
 963, 973, 987, 384 
 
 Uncertainty of 938, 949, 
 
 418, 428, 956, 442, 783 
 Likeness to Christ.. See Con- 
 formity. 
 Little Things. . . .796, 662, 806, 
 785, 802 
 Longing : 
 For God.. 648, 21, 29, 38, 461, 
 485, 222, 493, 466, 460, 497 
 For Christ. .449, 568, 462, 484, 
 487, 505, 504, 572, 600 
 For Heaven.. .1081, 939, 949, 
 955, 968, 989, 993, 1004 
 
INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 
 
 719 
 
 Long-suffering See For- 
 bearance. 
 
 Lord's Day See Sabbath. 
 
 Lord's Prayer 143,146 
 
 Lord's Supper 830-889 
 
 Lord, our Righteousness 
 
 See Christ. 
 Lost State of Man .... 381-397 
 Love: 
 
 Of God See God. 
 
 Of Christ See Christ. 
 
 Of Holy Spirit.. 358, 362, 368 
 
 For God.... 178, 187, 222, 663, 
 
 591 
 
 For the Saviour 585-639 
 
 For Saints.. 823-829, 640, 674 
 
 For Souls... 397, 416, 414, 785 
 
 For the Church... 1, 35, 753, 
 
 827 
 
 Loving-kindness 404, 553 
 
 Lukewarmness See For- 
 mality. 
 
 Majesty of God See God. 
 
 Man See Lost State. 
 
 Marriage 674 
 
 Martvrs. .960, 569, 534, 548, 799, 
 1016 
 
 Mediator See Christ. 
 
 Mediatorial Reign ... See 
 
 Kingdom. 
 Meditation... 58, 52, 27, 65, 5". 
 509 
 Meekness.... 642, 646, 649, 665, 
 480, 264 
 Mercifulness. . . See Forgive- 
 ness. 
 
 Mercy See God. 
 
 Mercy-Seat.. 69, 74, 77, 51, 450 
 
 Millennium.. 787, 893, 756, 778, 
 
 902, 915, 916, 1024-1029, 1019, 
 
 932 
 
 Ministry See Pastor. 
 
 Commission 749, 761, 762, 
 
 775 
 
 Convocation 766, 762, 908, 
 
 786 
 
 Installation 763, 891, 761, 
 
 770 
 
 Prayer for.. 750, 765, 767, 768 
 
 Miracles 259, 271 , 807 
 
 Missions. .890-932, 779-807, 1086 
 Missionaries.. 891, 908, 776, 838 
 Morning.. 1070, 14, 25, 36, 40,48 
 
 Mortality See Life and 
 
 Death. 
 
 Mysteries of Providence 
 
 182, 190, 193, 195, 722, 727, 
 206, 209 
 
 National. .1059, 1049, 1051, 1060, 
 772 
 Nature, the Material Uni- 
 verse : 
 Beauties of. .34, 49, 98, 99, 222 
 God seen in. .158, 102, 205, 98, 
 177, 183, 198, 201, 227 
 Nearness: 
 To God.. 572, 485,609, 191, 493 
 To Heaven.... 949, 989, 1032, 
 1010 
 Needful, One Thing. .393, 423, 
 461, 484 
 New Song, The.. 32 23,414,336 
 
 New Year 1048, 1054, 10.-7, 
 
 1062 
 Night See Evening. 
 
 Old Age. .563, 933, 948, 1010, 747 
 Old, old Story.... 413, 414, 270 
 
 Omnipotence See God. 
 
 Omnipresence See God. 
 
 Omniscience See God. 
 
 Opening of Service 1-1 11 
 
 Ordinances 807-889 
 
 Ordination See Ministry. 
 
 Orphans 694,780,794, 1006 
 
 Pardons See Forgiveness. 
 
 Parting 823, 60K, 155, 126 
 
 Pastor See Ministry. 
 
 Prayed for 7«8, 765, 379 
 
 Sought 767, 798, 750 
 
 Welcomed 763, 749, 891 
 
 Death of See Burial. 
 
 Patience.. 258, 261, 264, 266, 739 
 
 Christian. .111, 683, 694,697, 
 
 822 
 
 National. .1049, 1051, 1028, 903 
 
 Peacemakers 829, 824, 258, 
 
 264, 266 
 
720 
 
 INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 
 
 Penitence ... See Repentance. 
 
 Pentecost 368, 370 See 
 
 Holy Spirit. 
 
 Perseverance 679, 882, 688, 
 
 691, 521, 524, 528, 533, 570, 607. 
 65i 
 
 Pilgrims 1066 
 
 Pilgrim-Spirit... 31, 573, 1000, 
 994, 532, 542, 544, 551, 570 
 
 Pity of God See God. 
 
 Pleasures 479, 392, 389, 381, 
 
 422, 955 
 
 Poor 780, 785, 794-797,807 
 
 Praise 78-111, 176-233 
 
 Prayer 61-77, 660, 567 
 
 Preaching See Ministry. 
 
 Predestination See Elec- 
 tion. 
 
 Pride See Humility. 
 
 Procrastination.. See Delay. 
 
 Prodigal Son 460,419,447, 
 
 470 
 
 Profession See Lord's 
 
 Sapper. 
 
 Progress See Growth in 
 
 Grace. 
 
 Promises 189,563, 519, 150, 
 
 208, 523 
 
 Providence See God. 
 
 Purity 581. .See Holiness. 
 
 Punishment See Future 
 
 Punishment. 
 
 Race, Christian.. 525, 539, 558, 
 544 
 
 Recei vin g Christ See Re- 
 pentance. 
 
 Redemption See Atone- 
 ment. 
 
 Refuge See Christ. 
 
 Regeneration : 
 
 Necessary.. 383, 385, 391, 394 
 
 Prayed for. .868, 450, 458, 489 
 
 Wrought by God. -.383, 385, 
 
 391 
 
 Renunciation : 
 
 Of the World See 
 
 Pleasures. 
 Of Self.. See Consecration. 
 
 Repentance 446-516 
 
 Resignation 703-748 
 
 Rest See Meditation and 
 
 Heaven. 
 Resurrection : 
 
 Of Christ See Christ. 
 
 Of Believers.. .526, 936, 947, 
 
 952, 955, 966, 977, 991, 1006 
 
 Retirement. See Meditation. 
 
 Return to God. ..460, 447, 454, 
 
 457 
 
 Revival.. 750, 754, 918, 897, 917, 
 
 357, 361,379,375 
 
 Riches.. .939, 954, 780, 785, 807, 
 
 381 
 
 Righteousness, Robe of.. 407, 
 
 405, 469, 607, 689, 382 
 
 Rock of Ages. .871, 874, 753, 176 
 
 Sabbath 1-60 
 
 Sabbath-School See 
 
 Children. 
 
 Sacraments 807-889 
 
 Sailors ....1053, 1052, 1063, 207 
 
 Salvation See Atonement. 
 
 Sanctitication . . . See Growth 
 
 in Grace, and Assurance. 
 Sanctuary : 
 
 Corner-stone ..751, 753, 757, 
 771 
 
 Dedication. .752, 764, 760, 769 
 
 Love for 1,35,753,827 
 
 Satan 530, 518, 524, 547, 77 
 
 Saviour See Christ. 
 
 Science See Nature and 
 
 Bible. 
 
 Scriptures See Bible. 
 
 Seamen See Sailors. 
 
 Self-deception See Heart. 
 
 Self-dedication... See Conse- 
 
 Self-denial...802, 803, 799, 389, 
 392, 662 
 
 Self-examination 495, 366, 
 
 357, 430, 499, 502, 507, 650 
 Self -renunciation... See Con- 
 
 secration 
 Self -righteousness... 396, 382, 
 388,688 
 
 Sensibility See Weeping. 
 
 Shepherd See Christ. 
 
 Sickness 711, 713,727,736. 
 
 622 
 
INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 
 
 721 
 
 Sin: 
 Indwelling ... See Conflict. 
 
 Original See Lost State. 
 
 Conviction of See Law 
 
 and Hope. 
 
 Sincerity . .664, 665, 650, 641, 672 
 
 Soldier, Christian. ...518, 524, 
 540, 547 
 
 Sonl of Man See Immor- 
 tality. 
 
 Souls, Love for See Love. 
 
 Sovereignty See God. 
 
 Spirit See Holy Spirit. 
 
 Spring... 1068, 100, 184, 198, 222 
 
 Star of Bethlehem.. 241, 1067, 
 63, 250 
 
 Steadfastness.... 529, 545, 556, 
 563, 571 
 
 Storm 194, 88, 231,98 
 
 Strength, as Days 584, 706, 
 
 455, 529 
 
 Submission 704-748 
 
 Summer. .222, 184, 1068, 100, 198 
 
 Sun of Righteousness... See 
 Christ 
 
 Svmpathy See Brotherly 
 
 Love. 
 
 Te Deum 1074, 203, 85, 101 
 
 Temperance.. 781, 800, 664, 443 
 
 Temptation See Conflict. 
 
 Thanksgiving 1046, 1050, 
 
 1065, 1069 
 
 Time See Life. 
 
 To-day ...418, 428, 384,949, 424 
 To-morrow... 418, 428, 424, 442 
 Trials. 720, 709, 728, 735, 742, 563 
 
 Trinity See God. 
 
 Trust : 
 
 In Christ. .726, 643, 688, 1003, 
 840 
 
 In Providence 209, 1083, 
 
 705, 719, 555, 531, 522, 561, 574 
 
 Unbelief See Faith or 
 
 Conflict. 
 
 Union of Saints : 
 
 To Christ.. 680, 687, 689, 1002, 
 
 843 
 
 To each other.. 823-829, 666, 
 
 674 
 
 In Heaven and on Earth.. 
 
 826, 821, 758, 771, 752, 1010 
 
 Vows, Christian.. 812, 813, 819 
 
 Waiting See Patience. 
 
 Wandering See Back- 
 sliding. 
 
 War 1028 ... See Peace. 
 
 Warfare, Christian See 
 
 Soldier. 
 
 Warnings. . .See Invitation*. 
 
 Washing of Saints' Feet 
 
 830-842 
 
 Watchfulness 530, 547, 557, 
 
 579 
 
 Way of Salvation See 
 
 Atonement. 
 
 Wealth See Riches. 
 
 Weeping 793, 416, 430, 546, 
 
 447, 1011 
 
 Winds, God in the... .194, 88, 
 1068 
 
 Winter 184,1068 
 
 Wisdom See God. 
 
 Witness See Holy Spirit. 
 
 Word of God See Bible. 
 
 Worldliness.-See Pleasures. 
 
 Wrath ..See Future Punish- 
 ment. 
 
 Year, Opening and Closing.. 
 
 1061, 1062, 1047, 1058, 1048, 
 
 1057,1054-1056 
 
 Zeal See Activity. 
 
 Zion See Church. 
 
 46 G 
 
INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 HYMN. 
 
 A broken heart, my God, my King 474 
 
 A charge to keep I have 397 
 
 A few more years shall roll 948 
 
 A mighty fortress is our God 215 
 
 A mother may forgetful he 759 
 
 A parting hymn we sing 844 
 
 A pilgrim through this lonely world 263 
 
 Ahha, Father, hear thy child 644 
 
 Ahide with me ! Fast falls the eventide 127 
 
 According to thy gracious word 862 
 
 Acquaint thyself quickly, O sinner 429 
 
 Again our earthly cares 'we leave 108 
 
 Ajrain returns the day of holy rest 1070 
 
 Alas! and did my Saviour hleed 277 
 
 Alas! what hourly dangers rise 494 
 
 All hail the power of Jesus' name 329 
 
 All people that on earth do dwell 79 
 
 All praise to thee, eternal Lord 243 
 
 Along ray earthly way 722 
 
 Along the mountain track of life 572 
 
 Always with us, always with us 588 
 
 Am I a soldier of the cross 540 
 
 Amazing grace ! how sweet the sound 400 
 
 And can it he that I should gain 689 
 
 And canst thou, sinner! slight 417 
 
 And dost thou say, " Ask what thou wilt 1 " 76 
 
 And is the time approaching 893 
 
 And is there, Lord, a rest 996 
 
 And will the Judge descend 980 
 
 Angels rejoiced and sweetly sung 239 
 
 Angels! roll the rock away 297 
 
 Another six davs' work is'done 47 
 
 Approach, my soul ! the mercy-seat 515 
 
 Arise, my soul, arise 4 £- 
 
 Arise, O King of grace, arise 777 
 
 Arise, ye saints, arise 551 
 
 Arm of the Lord ! awake, awake 904 
 
 Art thou weary, art thou languid 569 
 
 G 722 
 
INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 723 
 
 HYMN. 
 
 A soft with worn and weary feet 590 
 
 A 8 pants the hart for cooling streams 473 
 
 As shadows, cast by clond and sun 1067 
 
 As when in silence vernal showers 376 
 
 As with gladness men of old 63 
 
 Ascend thy throne, almighty King 910 
 
 Asleep in Jesns ! blessed sleep 944 
 
 Assembled at thy great command 908 
 
 At evening time let there be light 707 
 
 At the Lamb's high feast we sing 851 
 
 Awake, and sing the song 32 
 
 Awake, awake the sacred song 252 
 
 Awake, my heart, arise, my tongne 407 
 
 Awake, my soul, and with the sun 48 
 
 Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve 539 
 
 Awake, my soul, to joyful lays 404 
 
 Awake, our souls ! away, our fears 525 
 
 Awake, ye saints ! and raise your eyes 1056 
 
 Awaked by Sinai's awful sound 383 
 
 Away from earth my spirit turns 608 
 
 Awhile in spirit, Lord, to thee 292 
 
 Be merciful to me, O God 475 
 
 Be still, my heart ! these anxious cares 705 
 
 Be tranquil, O, my soul 739 
 
 Before Jehovah's awful throne 78 
 
 Before the heavens were spread abroad T 244 
 
 Begin, my tongue, some heavenly theme 208 
 
 Begone, unbelief, my Saviour is near 576 
 
 Behold a Stranger at the door 421 
 
 Behold, the day is come 979 
 
 Behold the glories of the Lamb 990 
 
 Behold, the mountain of the Lord 1028 
 
 Behold the throne of grace 72 
 
 Behold the western evening light 937 
 
 Behold! what wondrous grace 693 
 
 Behold, where, in a mortal form 262 
 
 Beneath our feet and o'er our head 938 
 
 Beyond, beyond the boundless sea 227 
 
 Beyond the smiling and the weeping 992 
 
 Beyond the starry skies 321 
 
 Bless, O my soul, the living God 41 
 
 Blessed are the sons of God 640 
 
 Blessed are the dead who die in 1085 
 
 Blessed Comforter, come down 372 
 
 Blessed Fountain, full of grace 630 
 
 Blessed Salem, long expected 1044 
 
 Blessed Saviour ! thee I love 617 
 
 Blest are the pure in heart 652 
 
 Blest are the souls that hear and know 151 
 
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724 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 HYMN. 
 
 Blest be the dear uniting love 666 
 
 Blest be the tie that hinds 823 
 
 Blest Comforter divine 362 
 
 Blest feast of love divine 848 
 
 Blest hour! when mortal man retires 55 
 
 Blest is the man whose softening heart 797 
 
 Blest Jesus ! when my soaring thoughts 632 
 
 Blest Trinity ! from mortal sight 226 
 
 Blow ye the trumpet, blow 406 
 
 Bread of heaven ! on thee we feed 852 
 
 Break thou the bread of life 145 
 
 Brethren, while we sojourn here 530 
 
 Bride of the Lamb, awake, awake 1024 
 
 Brief life is here our portion 1023 
 
 Bright King of glory, dreadful God 342 
 
 Brightest and best of the sous of 250 
 
 Brightly gleams our banner 517 
 
 Broad is the road that leads to death 392 
 
 Buried beneath the yielding wave 818 
 
 Buried in baptism with our Lord 808 
 
 By Christ redeemed, in Christ restored 877 
 
 By cool Siloam's shady rill 800 
 
 By faith in Christ I walk with God 658 
 
 Call Jehovah, thy salvation 522 
 
 Calm me, my God, and keep me calm 647 
 
 Calm on the listeDiug ear of night 240 
 
 Can sinners hope for heaven 394 
 
 Cast thy bread upon the waters 792 
 
 Cast thy burden on the Lord 719 
 
 Cease, ye mourners, cease to languish 731 
 
 Chief of sinners though I be 453 
 
 Children of God, who, faint and slow 583 
 
 Children of the heavenly King 532 
 
 Chosen not for good in me 670 
 
 Christ, above all glory seated 301 
 
 Christ for the world we sing 1086 
 
 Christ is coming! let creation 1014 
 
 Christ is our corner-stone 751 
 
 Christ, of all my hopes the ground 629 
 
 Christ, the Lord, is risen again 308 
 
 Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day, Our 343 
 
 Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day, Sons 305 
 
 Christ, whose glory fills the skies 14 
 
 Christian, the morn breaks sweetly 577 
 
 Church of the ever-living God 758 
 
 Come, bless6d Spirit ! Source of light 352 
 
 Come, every pious heart 344 
 
 Come, gracious Lord, descend and dwell 45 
 
 Come, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove 354 
 
 Come, happy souls, adore the Lamb 807 
 
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INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 725 
 
 HYMN. 
 
 Come, happy souls, approach your God 437 
 
 Come, Holv Ghost ! in love 368 
 
 Come, Holy Ghost, my soul inspire 650 
 
 Come, Holy Ghost ! our hearts inspire 378 
 
 Come, Holy Spirit ! calm my mind 356 
 
 Come, Holy Spirit, come, Let 361 
 
 Come, Holy Spirit, come, With 363 
 
 Come, Holy Spirit, Dove divine 810 
 
 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove 357 
 
 Come, Jesus, Redeemer, ahide thou with me 621 
 
 Come join, ye saints, with heart and voice 559 
 
 Come, kingdom of our God 915 
 
 Come, let us anew our journey pursue 1057 
 
 Come, let us join our cheerful songs 325 
 
 Come, let us join our songs of praise 327 
 
 Come, let us lift our joyful eves 326 
 
 Come, let us sing the song of songs 336 
 
 Come, Lord, and tarry not 916 
 
 Come, my soul, thy suit prepare 61 
 
 Come, O Creator Spirit hlest 351 
 
 Come, O my soul, in sacred lays 229 
 
 Come on, my partners in distress 558 
 
 Come, sacred Spirit, from above 353 
 
 Come, said Jesus' sacred voice 426 
 
 Come, sound his praise abroad 93 
 
 Come, Spirit, Source of light 364 
 
 Come, thou almighty King 223 
 
 Come, thou Desire of all thy saints 37 
 
 Come, thou Fount of every blessing 876 
 
 Come, thou long-expected Jesus 756 
 
 Come to Calvary's holy mountain 445 
 
 Come to the house of prayer 60 
 
 Come to the land of peace 439 
 
 Come, trembling sinner, in whose breast 420 
 
 Come, we who love the Lord 31 
 
 Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish 431 
 
 Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched 432 
 
 Come, ye thankful people, come 1046 
 
 Come, ye that know and fear the Lord 199 
 
 Come, ye that love the Lord 842 
 
 Complete in thee ! no work of mine 675 
 
 Creator Spirit, by whose aid 377 
 
 Cross, reproach, and tribulation 284 
 
 Crown him with many crowns 320 
 
 Crown his head with endless blessing ......."."..! 317 
 
 Daily, daily sing the praises 1017 
 
 Daughter of Zion ! awake from thy 773 
 
 Daughter of Zion ! from the dust 931 
 
 Day is dying in the west 1072 
 
 Day of anger! that dread day 983 
 
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726 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 HYMN. 
 
 Day of judgment ! day of wonders 975 
 
 Days and moments quickly flying 1058 
 
 Dear Father, to thy mercy-seat 51 
 
 Dear Lord and Master mine 592 
 
 Dear Refuge of my weary soul 605 
 
 Dear Saviour! we are thine 843 
 
 Dear Saviour, when my thoughts recall 882 
 
 Deem not that they are blest alone 735 
 
 Delay not, delay not, O sinner, draw near 428 
 
 Depth of mercy ! can there be. 500 
 
 Did Christ o'er sinners weep 416 
 
 Dismiss us with thy blessing, Lord 117 
 
 Do not I love thee, O my Lord 603 
 
 Drooping souls, no longer mourn 440 
 
 Early, my God, without delay 21 
 
 Earth has engrossed my love too long 1041 
 
 Earth has nothing sweet or fair 627 
 
 Earth is passed away and gone 978 
 
 Earth's transitory things decay 678 
 
 Eternal Source of every joy 184 
 
 Eternal Spirit, God of truth 360 
 
 Eternal Spirit, we confess 350 
 
 Eternal Sun of righteousness Ill 
 
 Eternity! Eternity! 985 
 
 Everlasting arms of love 531 
 
 Fading, still fading, the last beam is 133 
 
 Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss 656 
 
 Far as thy name is known 770 
 
 Far from my thoughts, vain world, begone 58 
 
 Far from the world, O Lord, I flee 52 
 
 Father, hear the blood of Jesus 303 
 
 Father, hear the prayer we offer 789 
 
 Father ! how wide thy glory shines 196 
 
 Father of heaven, whose love profound 179 
 
 Father of mercies, bow thine ear 765 
 
 Father of mercies ! in thy word 172 
 
 Father of mercies ! send thy grace 794 
 
 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost 875 
 
 Father! whate'er of earthly bliss 649 
 
 Fearnot, O little flock, the foe 560 
 
 Fight the good fight ! lay hold 582 
 
 Firm as the earth thy gospel stands 681 
 
 For a season called to part 155 
 
 For all thy saints, O God 960 
 
 For ever here my rest 849 
 
 For ever here my rest shall be 836 
 
 "For ever with the Lord! " 946 
 
 Forme to live is Christ 570 
 
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INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 727 
 
 HYMN J 
 
 For thee, O dear, dear Country 1004 
 
 For the mercies of the day 130 
 
 For what shall I praise thee, my God and my 622 
 
 Forget thyself ! Christ hade thee come 881 
 
 Forgive us, Lord ! to thee we cry 472 
 
 Fountain of grace, rich, full, and free 526 
 
 From all that dwell helow the skies 82 
 
 From deep distress and troubled thoughts 513 
 
 From every stormy wind that hlows 69 
 
 From Greenland's icy mountains 890 
 
 From the cross the hlood is falling 286 
 
 From the cross uplifted high 412 
 
 From the recesses of a lowly spirit 132 
 
 From the table now retiring 870 
 
 From thee, begetting sure conviction 5'^3 
 
 Full of trembling expectation 476 
 
 Gently, Lord, oh, gently lead us 698 
 
 Give to our God immortal praise 435 
 
 Give to the Lord, ye sons of fame 88 
 
 Give to the winds thy fears 554 
 
 Glorious things of thee are spoken 753 
 
 Glory be to God on high, and on 1075 
 
 Glory be to God on high,— God 102 
 
 Glory be to the Father, and to the 1066 
 
 Glory, glory to our King 311 
 
 Glory to God on high 298 
 
 Glory to God! whose witness-train 534 
 
 Glory to thee, my God, this night 113 
 
 Goto the grave in all thy glorious 972 
 
 God Almighty and all-seeing 154 
 
 God be merciful unto us, and make 1080 
 
 God calling yet ! shall I not hear 422 
 
 God eternal, Lord of all 101 
 
 God, in his earthly temple, lays 924 
 
 God, in the gospel of his Son 160 
 
 God is love; his mercy brightens 225 
 
 God is the refuge of his saints 919 
 
 eod moves in a mysterious way 209 
 od, my King, thy might coDfessing 213 
 
 God, my Supporter, and my Hope 741 
 
 G od of my life, to thee belong 181 
 
 God of our salvation, hear us 137 
 
 God's glory is a wondrous thing 538 
 
 God with us ! oh, glorious name 251 
 
 Grace! 'tis a charming sound 690 
 
 Gracious Spirit, Love divine 367 
 
 Grander than ocean's story 1065 
 
 GreatGod! attend, while Zion sings 39 
 
 Great God! how infinite art thou 204 
 
 Great God, now condescend 801 
 
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728 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 HYMN. 
 
 Great God! tins sacred day of thine 7 
 
 Great God! to thee mv evening song 114 
 
 Great God! we sing that mighty hand 1061 
 
 Great God, what do I see and hear 976 
 
 Great God, when I approach thy throne 408 
 
 Great God! whose universal sway 920 
 
 Great is the Lord our God 772 
 
 Great Sheuherd of thine Israel 925 
 
 Guide me,~0 thou great Jehovah 134 
 
 Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews 663 
 
 Hail, happy day! thou day of holy rest 18 
 
 Hail the day that sees him rise 307 
 
 Hail the night, all hail the morn 249 
 
 Hail! thou God of grace and glory 786 
 
 Hail, thou once despised Jesus 282 
 
 Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad 896 
 
 Hail to the Lord's anointed 894 
 
 Hail, tranquil hour of closing day 6G 
 
 Hallelujah! song of gladness 926 
 
 Hark! hark, my soul ; angelic songs 235 
 
 Hark! hark! the notes of joy 256 
 
 Hark ! my soul ! it is the Lord 856 
 
 Hark! ten thousand harps and voices 312 
 
 Hark, the glad sound ! the Saviour comes 253 
 
 Hark! the herald angels sing 245 
 
 Hark! the song of jubilee 902 
 
 Hark! the sound of angel-voices 898 
 
 Hark ! the sound of holy voices 1016 
 
 Hark! the voice of Jesus calling 784 
 
 Hark! the voice of love and mercy 315 
 
 Hark! what mean those holy voices 234 
 
 Haste, traveler, haste ! the night comes 442 
 
 Hasten, Lord! the glorious time 903 
 
 Have mercy upon me, O God, according 1079 
 
 He comes in blood-stained garments 1001 
 
 He dies!— the Friend of sinners dies 295 
 
 He has come! the Christ of God 246 
 
 He knelt, the Saviour knelt and prayed 291 
 
 He leadeth me! oh, blessed thought 737 
 
 He lives ! the great Redeemer lives 333 
 
 He that goeth forth with weeping 793 
 
 He that hath made his refuge God 695 
 
 Hear what God, the Lord, hath spoken 754 
 
 Heirs of unending life 673 
 
 Here I can firmly rest 691 
 
 High in the heavens, eternal God 84 
 
 Holy and reverend is the name 210 
 
 Holy Father, hear mv cry 220 
 
 Holy Father, thou hast taught me 732 
 
 Holy Ghost, the infinite 374 
 
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INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 729 
 
 HYMN. 
 
 Holy Ghost! with light divine 366 
 
 Holy, holy, holy, Lord 221 
 
 Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty 96 
 
 Holy, holy, holy, Lord God of Sabaoth 1064 
 
 Holy Spirit! gently come 371 
 
 Hope of our hearts, O Lord, appear 1026 
 
 How are thy servants blest, O Lord 1052 
 
 How beauteous are their feet 749 
 
 How beauteous on the mountains 891 
 
 How beauteous were the marks divine 258 
 
 How blest are those, how truly wise 762 
 
 How blest the righteous when he dies 942 
 
 How blest the sacred tie that binds 674 
 
 How charming is the place 28 
 
 How condescending and how kind 280 
 
 How did my heart rejoice to hear 20 
 
 How firm afoundation, ye saints of 563 
 
 How gentle God's commands 549 
 
 How helpless guilty nature lies 385 
 
 How pleasant, how divinely fair 38 
 
 How pleased and blest was 1 1 
 
 How precious is the book divine 165 
 
 How sad our state by nature is 390 
 
 How shall I follow him I serve 261 
 
 How shall the young secure their hearts 170 
 
 How still and peaceful is the grave 969 
 
 How sweet and awful is the place 861 
 
 How sweet, how heavenly is the sight 829 
 
 How sweetly flowed the gospel sound 257 
 
 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds 613 
 
 How sweet to leave the world awhile 56 
 
 How swift the torrent rolls • 958 
 
 How tedious and tasteless the hours 623 
 
 How tender is thy hand 724 
 
 How vain is all beneath the skies 954 
 
 I am coming to the cross 498 
 
 I asknotnowfor gold to gild 729 
 
 I bless the Christ of God 651 
 
 I bless thee, Lord, for sorrows sent 745 
 
 I build on this foundation 1003 
 
 I cannot always trace the way 746 
 
 I did thee wrong, my God 748 
 
 Ihaveahome above 995 
 
 I hear the Saviour say 410 
 
 I hear the words of love 822 
 
 I hear thy welcome voice 411 
 
 I heard a voice, the sweetest voice 346 
 
 I heard the voice of Jesus say 633 
 
 I know no life divided 1002 
 
 I know that my Redeemer lives 323 
 
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730 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 HYMN. 
 
 I lay my sins on Jesus 463 
 
 I love the sons of grace 831 
 
 I love thy kingdom, Lord 35 
 
 I love to steal awhile away 65 
 
 I love to tell the story 414 
 
 I '11 praise my Maker with my breath 90 
 
 I '11 speak the honors of my King 341 
 
 I 'in a pilgrim, and I 'm a stranger 1000 
 
 I 'm but a stranger here 994 
 
 I 'in not ashamed to own my Lord 541, 839 
 
 I need thee every hour 484 
 
 I need thee, O my God 461 
 
 I once was a stranger to grace and to God 619 
 
 I saw One hanging on a tree 279 
 
 I saw the cross of Jesus 415 
 
 I sing the almighty power of God 205 
 
 I stand on Zion's mount 545 
 
 I was glad when they said unto me 1078 
 
 I would not live al way ; I ask not to 933 
 
 If God is mine, then present things 680 
 
 If human kindness meets return 864 
 
 If I would be a child of God 834 
 
 If life in sorrow must be spent 742 
 
 If on our daily course our mind 662 
 
 If, through unruffled seas 723 
 
 If you cannot on the ocean 785 
 
 In all my Lord's appointed ways 816 
 
 In all my vast concerns with thee 200 
 
 In every trying hour 744 
 
 In heavenly love abiding 556 
 
 In Jesus' name once more we meet 835 
 
 In the cross of Christ I glory 300 
 
 In the dark and cloudy day 718 
 
 In thy name, O Lord, assembling 57 
 
 In time of fear, when trouble 's uear 536 
 
 In time of tribulation 580 
 
 In vain we seek for peace with God 386 
 
 Infinite Love! what precious stores 444 
 
 Is there ambition in my heart 665 
 
 It came upon the midnight clear 248 
 
 It is not death to die 961 
 
 It is thy hand, my God 721 
 
 Jehovah God! Thy gracious power 207 
 
 Jehovah reigns ; his throne is high 109 
 
 Jerusalem! my happy home! 1009 
 
 Jerusalem, the glorious 1020 
 
 Jerusalem , the golden 1022 
 
 Jesus, all-redeeming Lord 837 
 
 Jesus,— and didst thou leave the sky 409 
 
 Jesus ! and shall it ever be 597 
 
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INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 731 
 
 HYMN. 
 
 Jesus, at whose supreme command 863 
 
 Jesus, blessed Mediator 1019 
 
 Jesus calls us, o'er the tumult 867 
 
 Jesus comes, his conflict over 309 
 
 Jesus demands this heart of mine 510 
 
 Jesus, engrave it on my heart 393 
 
 Jesus, hail, enthroned in glory 302 
 
 Jesus! I love thy charming name 612 
 
 Jesus, I my cross have taken 520 
 
 Jesus invites his saints 845 
 
 Je8us,Jesus! visit me 504 
 
 Jesus, keep me near the cross 459 
 
 Jesus, Lamb of God, forme 294 
 
 Jesus, let thy pitying eye 458 
 
 Jesus lives! nolongernow 936 
 
 Jesus! lover of my soul 505 
 
 Jesus, Master ! hear me now 853 
 
 Jesus, Master, whose I am 618 
 
 Jesus, merciful and mild 503 
 
 Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone 334, 841 
 
 Jesus, my Strength, my Hope 846 
 
 Jesus only, when the morning 586 
 
 Jesus! our best beloved Friend 888 
 
 J esus, Saviour, pilot me 1063 
 
 Jesus shall reign where'er thesun 911 
 
 Jesus spreads his banner o'er us 866 
 
 Jesus, still lead on 562 
 
 Jesus, Sun of righteousness 449 
 
 Jesus, the sinner's Friend, to thee 467 
 
 Jesus, the very thought of thee 614 
 
 Jesus, these eyes have never seen 604 
 
 Jesus, thou art the sinner's Friend 859 
 
 Jesus, thou Joy of loving hearts 598 
 
 Jesus, thou source of calm repose 589 
 
 Jesus, thy Blood and Righteousness 607 
 
 Jesus, thy boundless love tome 700 
 
 Jesus! thy church, with longing eyes 909 
 
 Jesus, thy love shall we forget 267 
 
 Jesus, thy name I love 601 
 
 Jesus, we look to thee 824 
 
 Jesus, we thus obey 850 
 
 Jesus wept! those tears are over 272 
 
 Jesus, where'er thy people meet 74 
 
 Jesus, while our hearts are bleeding 733 
 
 Jesus, who knows full well 70 
 
 Jesus, who on his glorious throne 611 
 
 Jesus, whom angel hosts adore 276 
 
 Joy to the world,— the Lord is come 236 
 
 Joyful be the hours to-day 306 
 
 Just as I am, without one plea 457 
 
732 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 HYMN. 
 
 Keep silence, all created things 195 
 
 Keep us, Lord, oh, keep us ever 157 
 
 Know, my soul ! thy full salvation 838 
 
 Laboring and heavy-laden 478 
 
 Laden with guilt, and full of fears 167 
 
 Lamb of God, whose dying love 880 
 
 Lead, kindly Light ! amid the encircling 734 
 
 Lead us, heavenly Father, lead us 136 
 
 Let every mortal ear attend 436 
 
 Let me be with thee where thou art 968 
 
 Let me but hear my Saviour say 529 
 
 Let party names no more 825 
 
 Let saints below in concert sing 826 
 
 Let us with a joyful mind 99 
 
 Let worldly minds the world pursue 638 
 
 Let Zion and her sons rejoice 930 
 
 Life has many a pleasant hour 1036 
 
 Light of life, seraphic Fire 147 
 
 Light of the lonely pilgrim's heart 1029 
 
 Light of those whose dreary dwelling 755 
 
 Like Noah's weary dove 847 
 
 Like sheep we went astray 395 
 
 Like the eagle, upward, onward 790 
 
 Lo, God is here ! — let us adore 110 
 
 Lo! he comes with clouds descending 986 
 
 Lo ! on a narrow neck of land 384 
 
 Lo ! the mighty God appearing 982 
 
 Lo, the seal of death is breaking 1045 
 
 Lo ! what aglorious sight appears 1027 
 
 Look from thy sphere of endless day 923 
 
 Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious 314 
 
 Lord, as to thy dear cross we flee 266 
 
 Lord, at this closing hour 124 
 
 Lord, at thy feet we sinners lie 511 
 
 Lord, at thy mercy-seat 450 
 
 Lord, before thy throne we bend 481 
 
 Lord, bid thy light arise 375 
 
 Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing; Bid 148 
 
 Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing; Fill 136 
 
 Lord God of Hosts, by all adored 85 
 
 Lord, have mercy upon us, and incline 1076, 1082, 1084 
 
 Lord, how mysterious are thy ways 192 
 
 Lord, how secure and blest are they 677 
 
 Lord, how secure my conscience was 387 
 
 Lord, I am thine, entirely thine 812 
 
 Lord, I believe; thy power I own 645 
 
 Lord! I cannot let thee go 62 
 
 Lord! I have made thy word my choice 169 
 
 Lord, I hear of showers of blessing 448 
 
 Lord, if thou thy grace impart 672 
 
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INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 733 
 
 HYMN. 
 
 Lord! in the morning thou shalt hear 36 
 
 Lord, it belongs not to nry care 537 
 
 Lord Jesus, are we one with thee 687 
 
 Lord, lead the way the Saviour went 795 
 
 Lord, my weak thought in vain would climb 193 
 
 Lord of all being; throned afar 191 
 
 Lord of earth ! thy forming hand 222 
 
 Lord of Hosts! to thee we raise 774 
 
 Lord of mercy, just and kind 514 
 
 Lord of the harvest ! hear 750 
 
 Lord of the worlds above 11 
 
 Lord ! thou hast searched and seen me through 188 
 
 Lord, thou on earth didst love thine own. 828 
 
 Lord, thou wilt bring the joyful day 1033 
 
 Lord, thy glory fills the heaven 211 
 
 Lord, we come before thee now 2 
 
 Lord! when I all things would possess 646 
 
 Lord, when my raptured thought surveys 198 
 
 Lord! when we bend before thy throne 22 
 
 Lord! where shall guilty souls retire 202 
 
 Lord! while for all mankind we pray 1051 
 
 Lord, with glowing heart I 'd praise thee 212 
 
 Love divine, all love excelling 566 
 
 Majestic sweetness sits enthroned 268 
 
 Make haste, O man, to live 963 
 
 May the grace of Christ our Saviour 138 
 
 Meekly in Jordan's holy stream 815 
 
 Mighty God! while angels bless thee 316 
 
 Mine eyes and my desire 550 
 
 More love to thee, O Christ 486 
 
 Mortals, awake, with angels join 254 
 
 Mourn for the thousands slain 781 
 
 Must Jesus bear the cross alone 543 
 
 My country! 't is of thee 1059 
 
 My days are gliding swiftly by 1010 
 
 My dear Redeemer and my Lord 260 
 
 My faith looks up to thee 600 
 
 My Father, God! how sweet the sound 685 
 
 My God, how endless is thy love 657 
 
 My God, how wonderful thou art 648 
 
 My God, my Father! — blissful name 703 
 
 My God, my Father, while I stray 738 
 
 My God, my King, thy various praise 89 
 
 My God, my life, my love 593 
 
 My God ! permit me not to be 509 
 
 MyGod! permit my tongue 29 
 
 My God, the covenant of thy love 684 
 
 MyGod! the spring of all my joys 610 
 
 My gracious Lord, I own thy right 668 
 
 My gracious Redeemer I love 624 
 
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734 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 HYMN. 
 
 My hope is built on nothing less 688 
 
 My Jesus, as thou wilt 726 
 
 My life flows on in endless song 575 
 
 My opening eyes with rapture see 46 
 
 My Saviour! my almighty Friend 348 
 
 My Saviour, whom absent I love 626 
 
 My Shepherd will supply my need 636 
 
 My soul, be on thy guard 547 
 
 My soul complete in Jesus stands 528 
 
 My soul, how lovely is the place 26 
 
 My soul lies cleavingto the dust 166 
 
 My soul, repeat his praise 725 
 
 My soul, weigh not thy life 548 
 
 My spirit on thy care 552 
 
 " M 3' times are in thy hand : " 740 
 
 My times of sorrow and of joy 712 
 
 Near the cross was Mary weeping 285 
 
 Nearer, my God, to thee 485 
 
 No more, my God ! I boast no more 469 
 
 No, no, it is not dying 965 
 
 None but Christ : his merit hides me 587 
 
 Not all the blood of beasts 382 
 
 Not all the nobles of the earth 676 
 
 Not all the outward forms on earth 391 
 
 Not to condemn the sons of men 438 
 
 Not to the terrors of the Lord 827 
 
 Not what these hands have done 396 
 
 Not with our mortal eyes 596 
 
 Now be my heart inspired to sing 331 
 
 Now be the gospel banner 928 
 
 Now begin the heavenly theme 533 
 
 Now, from labor and from care 15 
 
 Now God be with us, for the night is closing 131 
 
 Now is the accepted time 418 
 
 Now let my soul, eternal King 162 
 
 Now let our cheerful eyes survey 349 
 
 Now let our souls on wings sublime 1032 
 
 Now let our voices join 34 
 
 Now thank we all our God 217 
 
 Now the day is over 141 
 
 Now to the Lord a noble song 83 
 
 Now to the Lord, who makes usknow 337 
 
 Now to the power of God supreme 335 
 
 Now to thy sacred house 12 
 
 O, bless the Lord, my soul 669 
 
 O, blessed God, to thee I raise 660 
 
 O, bow thine ear, Eternal One 769 
 
 O Bread, to pilgrims given 885 
 
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INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 735 
 
 HYMN. 
 
 O Christ ! our King, Creator, Lord 332 
 
 O Christ, the Lord of heaven ! to thee 330 
 
 O Christ ! with each returning morn 40 
 
 O, come, and mourn with me awhile 889 
 
 O, come, let us sing unto the Lord 1007 
 
 O, could I find from day to day 497 
 
 O, could I speak the matchless worth 616 
 
 O, could our thoughts and wishes fly 1012 
 
 Oday of rest and gladness 16 
 
 O, do not let the word depart 424 
 
 O eyes that are weary, and hearts that 620 
 
 O, lor a closer walk with God 493 
 
 O, for a faith that will not shrink 1008 
 
 O, for a heart to praise my God 489 
 
 O, for a shout of joy 232 
 
 O, for ashout of sacred joy 347 
 
 O,for a strong, a lasting faith 189 
 
 O, for a sweet, inspiring ray 1039 
 
 O, for a thousand tongues to sing 490 
 
 O, for an overcoming faith 950 
 
 O, for that tenderness of heart 492 
 
 O, for the death of those 947 
 
 O, for the happy hour 917 
 
 O, for the peace which floweth like a 1081 
 
 O, gift of gifts ! oh, grace of faith 654 
 
 O God, beneath thy guiding hand 1060 
 
 O God of Bethel, hy whose hand 798 
 
 O God, the Rock of Ages 176 
 
 O God, to us show mercy 224 
 
 O God ! we praise thee, and confess 203 
 
 O happy hand of pilgrims 1005 
 
 O, happy day, that fixed my choice 813 
 
 O Holy Ghost, the Comforter 2. r 8 
 
 O holy Saviour ! Friend unseen 728 
 
 O, howl love thy holy law 168 
 
 O, if my soul were formed for woe 278 
 
 O Jesus, bruised and wounded more 887 
 
 O Jesus! King most wonderful 637 
 
 O Jesus, sweet the tears I shed 281 
 
 O Jesus, thou art standing 464 
 
 O Jesus, we adore thee 288 
 
 O, join ye the anthems of triumph that 105 
 
 O Lamb of God! still keep me 289 
 
 O Lord, how full of sweet content 659 
 
 O Lord! how happy should we be 561 
 
 U Lord, thy pitving eye surveys 767 
 
 O Lord, thv work revive 918 
 
 O Love divine ! that stooped to share 609 
 
 O mother dear, Jerusalem 1007 
 
 O, not rav own these verdant hills 599 
 
 O, not to fill the mouth of fame 491 
 
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736 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 HYMN. 
 
 O Paradise eternal! 1031 
 
 O Paradise, O Paradise 993 
 
 O sacred Head, now wounded 290 
 
 OSaviour,I am blind! 462 
 
 O Saviour, who didst come 821 
 
 O, see how Jesus trusts himself 269 
 
 O Son of God, in glory crowned 973 
 
 O Spiritof the living God 380 
 
 O Sun of Righteousness, arise 913 
 
 O, sweetly breathe the lyres above 606 
 
 O, tellme,thou Life and Delight 615 
 
 O, that I could forever dwell 702 
 
 O, that the Lord would guide my ways 171 
 
 O, that the Lord's salvation 927 
 
 O, the sweet wonders of that cross 811 
 
 O, this soul, how dark and blind 502 
 
 O thou essential Word 218 
 
 O thou, from whom all goodness flows 455 
 
 O thou God who hearest prayer 451 
 
 O thou Lamb of God, descending 830 
 
 O thou that hearest prayer 379 
 
 O thou who in Jordan didst bow thy meek head 814 
 
 O thou whom we adore 914 
 
 O thou, whose bounty fills my cup 709 
 
 O thou, whose mercy guides my way 713 
 
 O thou, whoso own vast temple stands 760 
 
 O thou, whose tender mercy hears 454 
 
 O, turn, great Ruler of the skies 507 
 
 O, turn ye, oh, turn ye, for why will ye 427 
 
 O, what amazing words of grace 399 
 
 O, what if we are Christ's 820 
 
 O, where are kings and empires now 757 
 
 O, where shall rest be found 381 
 
 O word of God incarnate 174 
 
 O, worship the King, all-glorious above 98 
 
 O'er the gloomy hills of darkness 901 
 
 On Jordan's rugged banks I stand 989 
 
 On mountains and in valleys 177 
 
 On the mountain's top appearing 900 
 
 Once I thought my mountain strong 482 
 
 Once more, before we part 126 
 
 Once more, my soul, the rising day 25 
 
 One more day's work for Jesus 140 
 
 One prayer I have — all prayers in one 710 
 
 One sole baptismal sign 752 
 
 One sweetly solemn thought 949 
 
 One there is, above all others 585, 840 
 
 Onward, Christian soldiers 518 
 
 Onward, Christian, though the region 788 
 
 Our blest Redeemer, ere he breathed 373 
 
 Our country's voice is pleading 892 
 
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INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 737 
 
 HYMN. 
 
 Our Father, who art in heaven 143 
 
 Our Father! through the coming year 1054 
 
 Our God, our Help in ages past 964 
 
 Our heavenly Father calls 71 
 
 Our heavenly Father, hear 146 
 
 Our helper, God ! we bless thy name 1062 
 
 Our Lord is risen from the dead 339 
 
 Our Saviour bowed beneath the wave 809 
 
 Out of the depths have I cried unto 1073 
 
 Pass me not, O gentle Saviour 446 
 
 Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan 704 
 
 People of the living God 857 
 
 "Perfect in love !" Lord, can it be 512 
 
 Planted in Christ, the living vine 884 
 
 Plunged in a gulf of dark despair 434 
 
 Pour out thy Spirit from on high 766 
 
 Praise God, from whom all blessings 80, 144 
 
 Praise, Lord, for thee in Zion waits 49 
 
 Praise the Lord, who reigns above 106 
 
 Praise to God, immortal praise 1050 
 
 Praise to thee, thou great Creator 104 
 
 Praise ye the Lord ; exalt his name 42 
 
 Praise ye the Lord ; my heart shall join 86 
 
 Praise ye the Lord ! 't is good to raise 87 
 
 Praise waits in Zion, Lord! for thee 92 
 
 Prayer is the breath of God in man 68 
 
 Prayer is the soul's sincere desire 67 
 
 Prepare us, Lord, to view thy cross 860 
 
 Prostrate, dear Jesus, at thy feet 471 
 
 Purer yet, and purer 581 
 
 Quiet, Lord, my fro ward heart 642 
 
 Rejoice in God alway 653 
 
 Rejoice, rejoice, believers 1021 
 
 Rejoice! the Lord is king 299 
 
 Rejoice to-day with one accord 216 
 
 Return, my roving heart, return 506 
 
 Return, O wanderer, to thy home - 419 
 
 Rise, glorious Conqueror, rise 322 
 
 Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings 939 
 
 Rise, O my soul, pursue the path 535 
 
 Rock of Ages, cleft for me 871, 874 
 
 Roll on, thou mighty ocean 776 
 
 Safely through another week 13 
 
 Salvation is for ever nigh 696 
 
 Salvation ! — oh, the joyful sound 401 
 
 Saviour, again to thy dear name we raise 128 
 
 Saviour, breathe an evening blessing 139 
 
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738 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 HYMN. 
 
 Saviour, happy would I be 6-J3 
 
 Saviour, I follow on 487 
 
 Saviour, in thy mysterious presence 879 
 
 Saviour King, in hallowed union 805 
 
 Saviour, like a shepherd lead us 804 
 
 Saviour, more than life to me 568 
 
 Saviour of our ruined race 883 
 
 Saviour ! teach me day by day 631 
 
 Saviour, thy dying love 488 
 
 Saviour, visit tli3 T plantation 897 
 
 Saviour, when in dust to thee 501 
 
 Saviour! who thy flock art feeding 806 
 
 Scorn not the slightest word or deed 796 
 
 Searcher of hearts ! from mine erase 495 
 
 See a poor sinner, dearest Lord 470 
 
 Sec ! how great aflame aspires 929 
 
 See Israel's gentle Shepherd stand 799 
 
 See, the Conqueror mounts in triumph 313 
 
 See the eternal Judge descending 974 
 
 Servant of God, well done 962 
 
 Shepherd of tender youth 803 
 
 Shepherd ! with thy teuderest love 634 
 
 Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing 247 
 
 Show pity. Lord! O Lord, forgive 468 
 
 Since J csus is my Friend 594 
 
 Sing, all ye ransomed of the Lord 542 
 
 Sing to the Lord, our Might 94 
 
 Sing we the song of those who stand 23 
 
 Sinners, turn, why will ye die 425 
 
 Sinners, will you scorn the message 433 
 
 So fades the lovely, blooming flower 945 
 
 So let our lips and lives express 664 
 
 Softlv fades the twilight ray 5 
 
 Softly now the light of day 129 
 
 Soldiers of Christ, arise 579 
 
 Sometimes a lisrht surprises 555 
 
 Son of God, to thee I cry 872 
 
 Songs of praise the angels sang 107 
 
 Soon mavthe last glad song arise 907 
 
 Soon will the heavenly Bridegroom come 1025 
 
 Soul, then know thy full salvation 521 
 
 Sovereign of worlds ! display thy power 912 
 
 Sow in the morn thy seed 782 
 
 Speak to me, Lord, thyself reveal 27 
 
 Stand up and bless the Lord 156 
 
 Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears 524 
 
 Stand up! — Stand up for Jesus 557 
 
 Still, still with thee, my God 120 
 
 Strait is the waj r , the door is strait 389 
 
 Sun of my soul! thou Saviour dear U2 
 
 Sure the blest Comforter is nigh 355 
 
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INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 739 
 
 HYMN. 
 
 Surely Christ thy griefs hath horne 452 
 
 Sweet hour of prayer ! sweet hour of pra3 r er 73 
 
 Sweet is the light of Sabbath eve 149 
 
 Sweet is the memory of thy grace 197 
 
 Sweet is the work, my God, my King 43 
 
 Sweet is the work, O Lord 54 
 
 Sweet Saviour, hless us ere we go 142 
 
 Sweet the moments, rich in blessing 869 
 
 Sweet the time, exceeding sweet 50 
 
 Sweet was the time when first I felt 496 
 
 Sweeter sounds than music knows 628 
 
 Swell the anthem, raise the song 1049 
 
 Take me, O my Father, take me ! 460 
 
 Take my heart, O Father, take it 863 
 
 Tarry with me, O my Saviour 747 
 
 Tell me the old, old story 413 
 
 Ten thousan d times ten thousand 1006 
 
 Tender Shepherd, thou hast stilled 935 
 
 Thank and praise Jehovah's name 100 
 
 That awful day will surely come 987 
 
 The Church has waited long 959 
 
 The Church of God believes it right 833 
 
 The Church's one foundation 771 
 
 The day is past and gone, Great God 122 
 
 The day is past and gone, The evening 123 
 
 The day, O Lord, is spent 119 
 
 The day of praise is done 125 
 
 The day of rest once more comes round 6 
 
 The day of resurrection 340 
 
 The day of wrath ! that dreadful day 981 
 
 The God of Abraham praise 95 
 
 The golden gates are lifted up 324 
 
 The harvest dawn is near 546 
 
 The head that once was crowned with thorns 328 
 
 The heavens declare his glory 175 
 
 The heavens declare thy glory, Lord 158 
 
 The King of saints,— how fair his face 345 
 
 The Lord descended from above 231. 
 
 The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not 1071 
 
 The Lord is my Shepherd, no want 564 
 
 "The Lord isf\sen indeed" 318 
 
 The Lord my pasture shall prepare 8 
 
 The Lord my Shepherd is 595 
 
 The Lord of glorv is my light 91 
 
 The Lord, our God, is full of might 194 
 
 The Lord shall come ! tbe earth\shall 984 
 
 The Lord's my Shepherd, I '11 not want 602 
 
 The mercies of my God and King 1069 
 
 The mistakes of my life are many 447 
 
 The morning light is breaking 895 
 
 The peace which God alone reveals 115 
 
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740 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 HYMN. 
 
 The people of the Lord 544 
 
 The perfect world, by Adam trod 764 
 
 The promises I sing 150 
 
 The roseate hues of early dawn 998 
 
 The sands of time are sinking 1037 
 
 The Saviour bids thee watch and pray 667 
 
 The Saviour kindly calls 802 
 
 The Saviour! oh, what endless charms 270 
 
 The spacious firmament on high 183 
 
 The Spirit breathes upon the word 173 
 
 The Spirit, in our hearts 441 
 
 The starry firmament on high 161 
 
 The swift declining day 118 
 
 The voice of free grace cries, Escape 402 
 
 Thee we adore, eternal Name 1055 
 
 Thee will I love, my Strength, my Tower 591 
 
 There is a blessed home 1043 
 
 There is a book that all may read 201 
 
 There is a fountain filled with blood 398 
 
 There is a holy city 1042 
 
 There is a house not made with hands 991 
 
 There is a land immortal 1030 
 
 There is a land of pure delight 997 
 
 There is a safe and secret place 683 
 
 There is an hour of hallowed peace 1011 
 
 There is an hour of peaceful rest 1013 
 
 There is an hour when I must part 743 
 
 There is no night in heaven 1040 
 
 There were ninety and nine that safely 403 
 
 There's a wideness in God's mercy 214 
 
 They who seek the throne of grace 64 
 
 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love 44 
 
 Thine for ever! God of love 854 
 
 Thine holy day's returning 17 
 
 This is not my place of resting 1015 
 
 This is the day the Lord hath made 19 
 
 This place is noly ground 971 
 
 Thou art gone to the grave! but we will 934 
 
 Thou art gone up on high 319 
 
 Thou art my hiding-place, O Lord 686 
 
 Thou art the way ; to Thee alone 265 
 
 Thou, from whom we never part 152 
 
 Thou lovely Source of true delight 164 
 
 Thou, O Lord, in tender love r -. 516 
 
 Thou only Sovereign of my heart 466 
 
 Thou very present Aid 694 
 
 Thou who art enthroned above 103 
 
 Thou who didst on Calvary bleed 293 
 
 Thou who roll'st the year around 1047 
 
 Thou! whose almighty word 369 
 
 Though faint, yet pursuing, we go 565 
 
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INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 741 
 
 * * HYMN. 
 
 Though I speak with angel tongues 641 
 
 Though now the nations sit beneath 905 
 
 Though sorrows rise and daDgers roll 635 
 
 Though troubles assail, and dangers 574 
 
 Through all the changing scenes of life 671 
 
 Through every age, eternal God 943 
 
 Through sorrow's night, and danger's 951 
 
 Through the love of God our Saviour 519 
 
 Thus far the Lord has led me on 116 
 
 Thy Father's house ! thine own bright 1034 
 
 Thy home is with the humble, Lord 480 
 
 Thy mighty working, mighty God 1038 
 
 Thy way, not mine, O Lord 727 
 
 Thy way, O Lord, is in the sea 206 
 
 Thy will be done ! I will not fear 736 
 
 Thy will be done! in devious way 730 
 
 "Till he come: " oh, let the words 873 
 
 Time is winging us away 940 
 
 Time, thou speedest on bnt slowly 1018 
 
 'T is a point I long to know 499 
 
 'Tisby the faith of joys to come 661 
 
 "'T is finished!"— so the Saviour cried 274 
 
 'Tis God the Father we adore 817 
 
 'Tis God the Spirit leads 365 
 
 'Tis midnight ; and on Olive's brow 273 
 
 'T is my happiness below 720 
 
 'T is not a cause of small import 761 
 
 'Tis not that I did choose thee 178 
 
 To God the Father, God the Son 81 
 
 To God the only wise 121 
 
 To our Redeemer's glorious name 296 
 
 To thee, my God and Saviour 639 
 
 To thee, O God, we raise 219 
 
 To thy pastures fair and large 4 
 
 To thy temple we repair 3 
 
 TousaChildof hope is born 237 
 
 Together with these symbols, Lord 858 
 
 Traveling to the better land 573 
 
 Trembling before thine awful thron e 477 
 
 Triumphant, Lord, thy goodness reigns 228 
 
 Triumphant Zion, lift thy head 921 
 
 J T was by an order from the Lord 159 
 
 'T was the day when God's Anointed 287 
 
 Unshaken as the sacred hill 571 
 
 TTnvail thy bosom, faithful tomb 966 
 
 Upon the gospel's sacred page 163 
 
 Upward I lift mine eyes 701 
 
 Vain are the hopes the sons of men 388 
 
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742 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 HYMN. 
 
 Vain, delusive world, adieu 470 
 
 Vainly through night's weary hours 791 
 
 Vital spark of heavenly flame 967 
 
 Wait, my soul, upon the Lord 584 
 
 Wait, O my soul ! thy Maker's will 182 
 
 Wake, O my soul, and hail the morn 255 
 
 Wake! the welcome day appeareth 778 
 
 Walk in the light ! so shalt thou know 655 
 
 Watchman! tell us of the night 932 
 
 We are on oar journey home 1035 
 
 We are watching, we are waiting 787 
 
 We hid thee welcome iu the name 763 
 
 We hless thee f or thy peace, O God 697 
 
 We come, O God, before thy throne 1053 
 
 We give immortal praise 230 
 
 We give thee hut thine own 780 
 
 We may not climh the heavenly streps 271 
 
 We praise thee, O God ; we acknowledge 1074 
 
 We shall see Him, in our nature 304 
 
 We stand in deep repentance 465 
 
 We would see Jesus — for the shadows 878 
 
 Weary, Lord, of struggling here 483 
 
 Weeping will not save me 430 
 
 Welcome, delightful morn 1 10 
 
 Welcome, sweet day of rest 30 
 
 What a Friend we have in Jesus 567 
 
 What cheering words are these 692 
 
 What equal honors shall we hring 338 
 
 What finite power, with ceaseless toil 190 
 
 What grace, O Lord, and heauty shone 264 
 
 What is life? 'tis hut a vapor 956 
 
 What shall I render to my God 186 
 
 What sinners value I resign 955 
 
 What various hindrances we meet 77 
 
 When adverse winds and waves arise 706 
 
 When all thy mercies, O my God 187 
 
 When along life's thorny road 717 
 
 When, as returns this solemn day 53 
 
 When downward to the darksome tomb 952 
 
 When gathering clouds around I view 708 
 
 When God, of old, came down from heaven 370 
 
 When human hopes all wither 886 
 
 When I can read my title clear 682 
 
 When I survey the wondrous cross 275 
 
 When I view my Saviour bleeding 283 
 
 When Jordan hushed his waters still 242 
 
 When languor and disease invade 711 
 
 When, like a stranger on our sphere 259 
 
 When, marshaled on the nightly plain 241 
 
 When musing sorrow weeps the past 714 
 
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INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 743 
 
 HYMN. 
 
 When my last hour is close at hand 977 
 
 When on Sinai's top I see 855 
 
 When, overwhelmed with grief 699 
 
 When our heads are bowed with woe 716 
 
 When, rising from the bed of death 988 
 
 When sins and fears, prevailing, rise 527 
 
 When streaming from the eastern skies 9 
 
 When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come 957 
 
 When waves of trouble round me swell 715 
 
 Where high the heavenly temple stands 75 
 
 Where the woodman's axe is ringing 899 
 
 Where two or three, with sweet accord 59 
 
 While darkness reigns o'er Olive's brow 832 
 
 While in sweet communion feeding 865 
 
 While my Redeemer 's near 578 
 
 While shepherds watched their flocks 2£8 
 
 While thee I seek, protecting Power 185 
 
 While we lowly bow before thee 153 
 
 While, with ceaseless course, the sun 10-48 
 
 Who are these in bright array 999 
 
 Who is this that comes from Edoni 310 
 
 Who shall the Lord's elect condemn 679 
 
 Whv do we mourn departing friends 953 
 
 Why is thy faith, O child of God 1083 
 
 Why on the bending willows hung 922 
 
 Why should our tears in sorrow flow 970 
 
 Why should the children of a Kinsf 359 
 
 Why should we start, and fear to die 941 
 
 Why will ye waste on trilling cares 423 
 
 With all my powers of heart and tongue 233 
 
 With broken heart and contrite sigh 456 
 
 With deepest reverence at thy throne 1 80 
 
 With heavenly power, O Lord, defend 768 
 
 With joy we hail the sacred day 24 
 
 With joy we lift our eyes 33 
 
 With songs and honors sounding loud 1068 
 
 With tearful eyes I lookaround 508 
 
 Witness, ye men and angels, now 819 
 
 Work, for the night is coming 783 
 
 Work while it is to-day 779 
 
 Would you win a soul to God 443 
 
 Ye angels ! who stand round the throne 625 
 
 Ye messengers of Christ 775 
 
 Ye servants of God, your Master proclaim 97 
 
 Your harps, ye trembling saints 553 
 
 Zion! awake, thy strength renew 906 
 
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