^ / *^Sf^°c ** ^ -y A COLLECTION OF PSALMS, HYMNS, AND Sptrftttal Songs; SELECTED FROM DIFFERENT AUTHORS; THE WHOLE BEING CLASSED AND ARRANGED ACCORDING TO THEIR RESPECTIVE SUBJECTS. : i BY LUKE BARKER, M. D, Sing praises to God, sing praises : sing praises unto our King, sing praises. For God is the King of all the earth : sing ye praises with understanding. — Psalm xlvii. 6, 7. Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisdom; teach- ing and admonishing one another in psalms, and hymns, and spiritual songs, singing with grace in your hearts to the Lord. — Col, lii, 16= NEW-Y PRINTED BY G. F. BUNCE Price 50 cents bound in sheep 1831. jew*-? ,3*1 40. L. M. Steele. Our Example. John xiii. 15. 1 And is the Gospel peace and love ! Such let our conversation be ; The serpent blended with the dove, In wisdom and simplicity. 2 Whene'er the angry passions rise, And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strife. To Jesus let us lift our eyes, Bright pattern of the christian life ! 3 Oh, how benevolent and kind ! How mild ! how ready to forgive ! Be this the temper of our mind, And these the rules by which we live. 32 SUFFERINGS AND 4 To do his heav'nly Father's will, Was his employment and delight ; Humility and holy zeal Shone through his life divinely bright ! 5 Dispensing good where'er he came, The labours of his life were love ; Thy fair example may we trace, To teach us what we ought to be. SUFFERINGS AND DEATH OF CHRIST, 41. C. M. Watts. Christ's obedience and death. Ps. lxix. 1 Father, we siug thy wond'rous grace, We bless the Saviour's name : He brought salvation for the poor, And bore the sinner's shame. 2 His deep distress has rais'd us high : His duty and his zeal FulfilPd the law, which mortals broke, By doing all thy will. 3 His dying groans, his living songs, Shall better please our God, Than harp or trumpet's solemn sound, Than goats' or bullocks' blood. 4 This all his humble foll'wers see, Which sets their hearts at rest ; They, by his death, draw near to thee, And Jive for ever blest. DEATH OF CHRIST. 33 5 Let heav'n, and all that dwell on high, To God their voices raise, While lands and seas assist the sky, In universal praise. 42. C. M. Eph. i. 7. 1 We bless thee, O thou worthy Lamb, Who dy'd upon the cross ; The first, the last, the great " I am," For thou wast slain for us. 2 Thy sacred head, and hands, and feet, Were wounded for our guilt ; To raise us to thy heav'nly seat Thy precious blood was spilt. 3 Our souls are wash'd from all their stains, In this rich purple flood — The streams which flow'd from thy dear veins, Thou worthy Lamb of God. 4 Thou art immortal food to us, By faith on thee we live ; All glory, Lord, is due to thee, Help us the same to give. 5 And while we on this earth remain, May we thy presence prove, Till we shall reach that heav'nly plain To dwell with thee above. 43. C. M. Stennett. The attraction of the Cross. John xii. 32. 1 Yonder — amazing sight ! we see Th 1 incarnate Son of God, 34 SUFFERINGS AND Expiring on th' accursed tree, And welt'ring in his blood. 2 Behold a purple torrent run Down from his hands and side : The crimson tide put out the sun ; His groans awoke the dead. 3 The trembling earth, the darken'd skj, Proclaim'd the truth aloud ; And, the amaz'd centurion cry'd, " This is the Son of God." 4 So great, so vast a sacrifice May well our hopes revive : Since God's own Son thus bled and dy'd, The sinner sure may live. 44. C. M. Batty. 1 Let God's redeemed join in songs, And hearts and voices raise ; To them the privilege belongs, His sacred name to praise. 2 Who lov'd us and who wash'd away Our sins in his own blood ; We'll sing to everlasting day, Salvation to our God. 3 When Jesus dy'd upon the cross, He made an end of sin ; And everlasting righteousness, He to the Church brought in. 4 Mercy and truth in him did meet, And righteousness and peace, DEATH OF CHRIST. 35 Did then each other kindly greet, And all their jarrings cease. 5 Praise him through whom* these blessings came, Ev'n Jesus still adore ; And bless and magnify his name, Both now and evermore. 45. L. M. Batty. L Ye servants of the living Lord, The victories of your King record ; How, when he fell his foes were slain ; How he in triumph rose again ! 2 When on the cross his blood was shed, Captivity he captive led ; Atonement full for sin he made, And all the curse on him was laid. 3 Beneath the load he groan'd and dy'd, Whose pow'r upholds the starry skies ; And weighs the massy rocks and hills, And lofty mountains, in his scales. 4 Ten thousand thanks to him we owe,* Who, us to save from endless woe, Laid down his life, and gave his blood, To make us kings and priests to God. 46. CM. Wesley. " See if there be any sorrow like unto my sorrow." 1 Behold the Saviour of mankind Nail'd to the shameful cross ! How vast the love that him incliu'd To bleed and die for for us. 36 SUFFERINGS AND 2 Hark ! how he groan'd, while nature shook, And earth's strong pillars bent : The temple's vail in sunder broke, The solid marble rent. 3 'Tis done : the precious ransom's paid ; Receive my soul, he cry'd : See where he bow'd his sacred head ! He bow'd his head and dy'd. 4 But soon he broke death's envious chain, And in full glory shone ; O Lamb of God, was ever pain, Was ever love like thine I 47. L. M. Watts. Psalm xxii. 1 Now let our mournful songs record The dying sorrows of our Lord, When he eomplain'd in tears of blood As one forsaken of his God. 2 The Jews beheld him thus forlorri, And shook their heads and laugh'd in scorn ; " He rescu'd others from the grave, u Now let him try himself to save." 3 They wound his head, his hands, his feet, Till streams of blood each other meet ; By lot his garments they divide, And mock the pangs in which he dy'd. 4 But God, the Father, heard his cry ; Rais'd from the dead he reigns on high ; The nations learn his rigteousness, And humble sinners taste his grace. DEATH OF CHRIST. 37 48- L- M. Stennett. "It is finished." John xix. 30. i 'Tis finish'd ; — so the Saviour cry'd, And meekly bow'd his head and dy'd : 'Tis finisird ; — yes, the race is run, The battle fought, the vict'ry won. 2 'Tis finish'd — all that heav'n decreed, And all the ancient prophets said, Is now fulfiU'd, as wasdesign'd, In Christ the Saviour of mankind. 3 'Tis finish'd ; — in his dying groan. He did for deepest sins atone : By this his last expiring breath, Have millions been redeem'd from death. 4 'Tis finish'd ; — men are reconciled, And all the pow'rs of darkness spoii'd : Complete salvation is obtain'd, Eternal life and glory gain'd. 5 'Tis finish'd ; — let the joyful sound Be heard by all the nations round : 'Tis finish'd ; — let the echo fly, Through earth below, and worlds on high. 49. L. M. Steele. The crucified Saviour. 1 Stretch'd on the cross, the Saviour dy'd : Yes, his expiring groans arose! And from his hands, his feet his side. Ran down the sacred crimson tide, 4 38 RESURRECTION 2 But life attends the deathful sound, And flows from ev*ry bleeding wound ; The vital stream, how free it flows, To save and cleanse his rebel foes. 3 To suffer in the traitor's place, To die for man, surprising grace 'I Yet pass rebellious angels by, — O why for man, dear Saviour, why ? 4 And didst thou bleed 1 for sinners bleed I And could the sun behold the deed 1 No ! he withdrew his sick'ning ray, And darkness veil'd the mourning day. 5 Can we survey this scene of wo, Where mingling grief and wonder flow ; And yet our hearts unmov'd remain, Insensible to love or pain. RESURRECTION AND ASCENSION SO. CM.. Watts. 1 Hosanna to the Prince of Light, Who once was cloth'd in clay : Enter'd the iron gates of death, And tore the bars away. 2 See ! how the mighty conqueror, Did to his Father fly ; With scars of honour in his flesh. And triumph in his eye. AND ASCENSION. 39 3 There our exalted Saviour reigns, And scatters blessings down ; While seraphs praise in lofty strains Around th' eternal throne. 4 Raise jour devotion, mortal tongues, To reach his bless'd abode; Sweet be the accents of your songs To our incarnate God. -5 Bright angels, strike your loudest strings, Your sweetest voices raise; Let heav'n, and all created things, Sound our Immanuel's praise. 51. L. M. Batty. 1 Early upon the first- day morn The Lord of life from death arose ; And show'd himself the dead's first-born, And more than conqu'ror o'er his foes. "2 The Jewish policy was vain, Although combin'd with Roman pow'r ; Captivity he led in chains, And reigns above for evermore. 3 His resurrection from the grave, Is now the sign to sinners giv'n, That he Almighty is to save, And peace has made in earth and heav'n. 4 God's word and oath to Abr'am^s seed On resurrection's truth do stand ; Gonfirm'd hereby, and sure indeed To those of e^ry age and land. 40 RESURRECTION 52. C. M. Watts, Psalm cxviii. 24 — 26. Mark xvi. & 1 This is the day the Lord hath made* He calls the hours his own ; Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad, And praise surround the throne. 2 To-day he rose and left the dead, And Satan's empire fell : To-day the saints his triumph spread* And all his wonders tell. 3 Hosanna to th' anointed King, To David's holy Son ! Help us, O Lord, descend and bring Salvation from thy throne. 4 Blest be the Lord, who came to men With messages of grace ; Who came 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 heav'ns in which he reigns* Shall give him nobler praise. 53. 148th. Doddridge. '■' The Lord is ris'n indeed" Luke xxiv. 34,* 1 Yes : the Redeemer rose, The Saviour left the dead, And o'er our countless foes, High rais'd his conq'ring head : AND ASCENSION. 41 In wild dismay The guards around, Fell to the ground, And sunk away. 13 Lo i the angelic bands In full assembly meet, To wait his high commands, And worship at his feet : Joyful they come, And wing their way, From realms of day To Jesus 1 tomb. 3 Then back to heaven they fly, The joyful news to bear : Hark ! as they soar on high, What music fills the air ! Their anthems say, Jesus who bled, Hath left the dead ; He rose to-day. 4 Ye mortals, catch the sound, Redeem'd by him from hell ; A nd send the echo round The globe on which you dwell: Transported cry, Jesus who bled, Hath left the dead, No more to die. 5 All hail ! triumphant Lord, Who saves us by thy blood ; Wide be thy name ador'd, Thou risen, reigning God ! 42 RESURRECTION Through thee we rise, With thee we reign, And mansions gain, Beyond the skies. 54. 7s. " Tfwu hast ascended on high." Ps. Ixviii. 18, 1 Christ is risen from the dead, High ascended as our head ; Enter'd heaven with his blood, Op'ning thus our way to God. 2 Worlds, subjected at his feet, Prove his saving work complete : Angels sound his praise aloud ; Praise him all ye saints of God. 3 God is pleas'd in Christ his Son, For the work that he hath done, For the glory he hath giv'n To the Lord of earth and heav'n. 4 Truth in him has met with grace, Peace and righteousness embrace ; Hope hath lifted up her head, Christ is risen from the dead. 55. 7s. 1 Cor xv. 20. 55. 1 Christ, the Lord, is ris'n to-day, Sons of men and angels say : Raise your joys and triumphs high. Sing ye heav'ns, and earth reply/ AND ASCENSION. 43 2 Love's redeeming work is done, Fought the fight, the battle won : Lo ! the 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 forbid his rise, Christ hath open'd paradise. 4 Soar we now where Christ has led, Foll'wing our exalted Head ; Made like him, like him we rise, Ours the cross, the grave, the skies. 5 Hail ! thou Lord of earth and heav'n, Praise to thee from both be giv'n ; Thee we greet triumphant now, Hail ! the resurrection thou. 56. C. M. Doddridge. 1 Ye humble souls, that seek the Lord, Chase all your fears away ; And bow with pleasure down to see The place where Jesus lay. 2 Thus low the Lord of life was brought ; Such wonders love can do ! Thus cold in death that bosom lay, Which throbb'd and bled for you. 3 High o'er th' angelic bands he rears His once dishonour'd head ; And, thro' unnumber'd years, he reigns, Who dwelt among the dead* 44 RESURRECTION 4 With joyfulness shall ev'iy saint His empty tomb survey ; Then rise, with his triumphant Lord, To realms of endless day. 5T. L. M. Wesley. Acts i. 9. Psalm xxiv. 7 — 10. i Our Lord is risen from the dead ; Our Saviour is gone up on high : The pow'rs of hell are captive led, Dragg'd to the portals of the sky. 2 There his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay, Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates, Ye everlasting doors give way. 3 Loose all your bars of massy light, And wide unfold th' ethereal scene : He claims those mansions as his right; Receive the King of glory in. 4 Who is the King of glory ? Who 1 The Lord, that all his foes o'ercame ; The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew, And Jesus is the conqu'ror's name. 5 Lo ! his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay, Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates, Ye everlasting doors give way. 6 Who is the King of glory ? Who 1 The Lord of boundless pow'r pos.sess'd, The King of saints and angels too, God over all, for ever bless'd. AND ASCENSION, 45 58. S. M. " The Lord is risen indeed.' 1 Luke xxiv. 34, 1 The Lord is ris'n indeed : And are the tidings true I Yes : the Apostles saw him bleed, And saw him living too. 2 The Lord is ris'n indeed, Then is his work perform'd ; The captive surety now is freed, And death our foe disarm'd. 3 The Lord is ris'n indeed, He lives — to die no more ; He lives — the sinner's cause to plead, Whose curse and shame he bore. 4 The Lord is ris'n indeed, Attending angels hear ; And through the world let saints with speed. The joyful tidings bear. 5 Then take your golden lyres, And strike each cheerful chord ; Join all the bright celestial choirs, To praise our risen Lord, 59. C. M. Doddridge. " I ascend unto my Father and your Father. 1 ' 1 John. xx. 17. 1 In raptures let our hearts ascend The heav'nly seats to view ; And gratefuf trace that shining path Our risen Saviour drew. 46 RESURRECTION 2 " Up to my Father, and my God, " I go ;" (the Conqu'ror cry'd ;) " Up to your Father, and your God, " My brethren, lift your eyes." 3 And doth the Lord of glory call Such worms his brethren dear ? And doth he point to heav'n's high throne, And show our Father there? 4 Yes : he doth teach our sinful lips That tuneful sound, " My God ;" And breathes his Spirit on our hearts To shed his grace abroad. 60. S. M. Batty. A Song of Praise. 1 Shall the redeem'd above Eternal sabbath keep ; And chant incessant songs of love, Nor slumber take, nor sleep : 2 And we refuse to sing His praise one day in sev'n, Who doth to us salvation bring, And makes us heirs of heav'n. 3 This is the joyful day, Whereon the Saviour rose From death; and did the tyrant slay, And conquer'd all our foes. 4 To Mary, and her friends, Whose love prevents the morn, He shovv'd himself alive, and sends Good news to the forlorn. AND ASCENSION, 47 5 His wounded hands and side, Him evidenced to be Their Lord, and friend,— the erucify'd But late on Calvary. 6 They saw, with gazing eyes, The cloud to him come down, On which he rode, through worlds and skies, In triumph to his crown. 61. C. M. Watts. " Sing praises unto our King.''' Ps. xlvii. 1 O for a shout of sacred joy, To God, the sov'reign King ! Let ev'ry land their tongues employ ? And hymns of triumph sing. 2 Jesus our God ascends on high ! His heav'nly 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 honour 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 Isr'el stood his ancient throne ; He lov'd that chosen race : But now he calls the world his own. And Gentiles taste his grace. 48 RESURRECTION. 62. L. M. Watts. Psalm lxviii. 1 Lord, when thou didst ascend on high, Thousands of angels fill'd the sky ; Those heav'nly guards around thee wait, Like chariots that attend thy state. 2 Not Sinai's mountain could appear More glorious, when the Lord was there* While he pronounc'd his dreadful law, And struck the chosen tribes with awe. Rais'd by the Father to his throne, He sent the promis'd Spirit down, With gifts and grace, for rebel men, That God might dwell on earth again, 63. L. M. 1 Cor. xv. 16—20. 1 W~ith joy and gladness we would sing, Thy vict'ry, O our Lord, and King ; For on the third day thou didst rise, With joy and triumph in thine eyes. 2 The mem'ry of that day how sweet ! That day, which prov'd the work complete ; That day, which prov'd that thou, O Lord, Didst for our sins, shed thine own blood. 3 For if thou, Saviour, didst not rise. For sin there is no sacrifice : O woeful state this to be in ! Men then would perish in their sin EXALTATION. 49 4 But 'tis a truth for ever bless'd A truth on which hangs all the rest, That thou, O Lord, didst rise again ; So we shall rise and with thee reign. 5 For this we bless, and thee adore, Who feel thy resurrection's pow'r ; Reign thou, O Lord, within our heart, And we shall never, never part. EXALTATION OF CHRIST, 64. L, M. Watts. Ci Worthy is the Lamb that was slain." Rev. v. 12, 13. 1 What equal honours shall we bring To thee, O Lord our God, the Lamb; When all the notes which angels sing, Are far inferior to thy name 1 2 W r orthy is he that once was slain, The Prince of peace, who groan'd and dy'd, Worthy to rise, to live, and reign At his Almighty Father's side. 3 Pow'r and dominion are his due, Who stood condemn'd at Pilate's bar . Wisdom belongs to Jesus loo, Though he was charg'd with madness here/ 4 Honour immortal must be paid, Instead of scandal and of scorn ; 50 EXALTATION, 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 ev'ry creature say, Amen. 65. As 148th Psalm. " Rejoice in the Lord always." Phil. iv. 4 1 Rejoice, the Lord is King ; The Prince of Life adore : O Zion shout and sing, And triumph evermore. Lift up your heart, lift up your voice. Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice. 2 Jesus the Saviour reigns, The God of truth and love ; When he had purg'd our stains He took his seat above. Lift up your heart, lift up your voice. Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice. 3 His kingdom cannot fail. He rules o'er earth and heav'n ; The keys of death and hell Are to our Saviour giv'n. Lift up your heart, lift up your voice? Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice. 4 Rejoice in glorious hope ; Jesus the judge shall come, And take his servants up To their eternal home. EXALTATION. 51 We soon shall hear th' archangels voice, The trump of God shall sound, Rejoice. 66. 8s. Maxwell. 11 The unsearchable riches of Christ" Eph. iii. 8. 1 How shall we our Saviour set forth 1 How shall we his beauties declare ? O how shall we speak of his worth, Or what his chief dignities are 1 His angels can never express, Nor saints who sit nearest his throne, How rich are his treasures of grace ; No, this is a myst'ry unknown. 2 In him, all the fulness of God For ever transcendently shines; Though once like a servant he stood To finish his gracious designs ! Though once he was nail'd to the cross, Vile rebels like us to set free, His glory sustained no loss, Eternal his kingdom shall be. 3 O sinners, believe and adore The Saviour, so rich to redeem ! No creature can ever explore The treasures of goodness in hinfT He riches has ever in store, And treasures that never can waste ; Here's pardon, here's grace, yea, still more, Here's glory eternal at last. 67. L. M. Steele. 1 Now let us raise our cheerful strains, And join the blissful choir above ; 52 EXALTATION. There our exalted Saviour reigns, And there they sing his wond'rouslove. 2 While seraphs tune th' immortal song, may we feel the sacred flame ; And ev'ry heart, and ev'ry tongue, Adore the Saviour's glorious name. 3 Jesus, who once upon the tree In agonizing pains expir'd ; Who dy'd for rebels— yes, 'tis he, How bright ! how lovely ! how admir'd ! 4 Jesus, who dy'd that we might live, Dy'd in the wretched traitor's place : Oh ! what returns can sinners give For such immeasurable grace ! 5 Were universal nature ours, And art with all her boasted store ; Nature and art, with all their pow'rs, Would still confess the ofPring poor. 68. C. M. Watts. " Worthy is the Lamb that was slain" Rev. v. 9 — -14= 1 Come, let us join our cheerful songs, With angels round the throne ; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one. 2 Worthy the Lamb that dy'd, they cry. To be exalted thus : Worthy the Lamb our lips reply, For he was slain for us. 3 Jesus is worthy to receive Honour and pow'r divine ; EXALTATION. 53 And blessings, more than we can give, Be, Lord, for ever thine. 4 Let all who dwell above the sky, On earth, in air, and seas, Conspire to lift thy glories high, And speak thine endless praise. 5 The whole creation join in one, r To bless the sacred name Of him that sits upon the throne, And to adore the Lamb. 69. L. M. Doddridge. " Him hath God exalted." Acts v. 31. 1 Exalted Prince of life, we own The royal honours of thy throne ; *Tis fix'd by God's almighty hand, And seraphs bow at thy command. 2 Exalted Saviour, we confess The sov'reign triumphs of thy grace ; Where beams of gentle radiance shine, And temper majesty divine. 3 Wide thy resistless sceptre sway, Till all thine enemies^ obey : Wide may thy cross its virtues prove, And conquer millions with its love. 70. L. M. Watts. Psalm ex. 1 Thus the eternal Father spake To Christ the Son ; Ascend and sit 5* 54 INTERCESSION. At my right hand, till I shall make Thy foes submissive at thy feet. 2 From Zion shall thy word proceed ; Thy word, the sceptre in thy hand, Shall make the hearts of rebels bleed, And bow their wills to thy command. 3 That day shall show thy pow'r is great, When saints shall iiock with willing minds, And sinners crowd thy temple-gate, Where holiness in beauty shines. 4 O blessed pow'r ! O glorious day ! What a large vict'ry shall ensue ! And converts, who thy grace obey, Exceed the drops of morning-dew. INTERCESSION OF CHRIST 71. L. M. Steele. '*' He ever liveth to make intercession." Heb. vii. 25 1 He lives, the great Redeemer lives ! What joy the blest assurance gives ! And now, before his Father God, Pleads the full merit of his blood. 2 Repeated crimes awake our fears, And justice arm'd with frowns appears ; But in the Saviour's lovely face Sweet mercy smiles, and all is peace. INTERCESSION. 55 3 Hence, then, ye black despairing thoughts ! Above our fears, above our faults, His pow'rful intercessions rise ; And guilt recedes, and terror dies. 4 In ev'iy dark distressing hour, When sin and Satan join their pow'r, Let this dear hope repel the dart, That Jesus bears us on his heart. 5 Great Advocate, almighty Friend, On him our humble hopes depend : Our cause can never, never fail, For Jesus pleads, and must prevail. 72. C. M. Toplady. 1 Awake, sweet gratitude, and sing Th' ascended Saviour's love : Sing how he lives to carry on The sinner's cause above. 2 With cries and tears, he offer'd up His humble suit below ; But with authority commands, Enthron'd in glory now. 3 For all that comes to God by him. Salvation he commends ; Points to their names upon his breast, And spreads his wounded hands. 4 Eternal life, at his request, To ev'ry saint is giv'n : Safety below, and after death, The plenitude of heav'n. 56 INTERCESSION. 5 His sweet atoning sacrifice Gives sanction to his claim : Father, I will that all my saints Be with me where I am. 73. C. M. Doddridge. " We have a great High Priest in Heaven." Heb. iv. 14. 1 Now let our cheerful eyes survey Our great High Priest above ; And celebrate his constant care, And sympathetic love. 2 Though rais'd to heav'n's exalted throne, Yfhere angels bow around, And high, o'er all the hosts of light, With matchless honours crown'd. 3 The names of all his saints he bears, Deep graven on his heart ; Nor shall the weakest Christian say, That he hath lost his part. 4 Those characters shall fair abide, Our everlasting trust ; When gems, and monuments, and crowns, Are moulder'd into dust. 5 So, gracious Saviour, on our breasts, May thy dear name be worn, A sacred ornament and guard, To endless ages borne. 74. C. M. Watts. Christ is the substance of the Levitical Priesthood, 1 The true Messiah now appears ; The types are all withdrawn ; CHARACTERS OF CHRIST. 57 So fly the shadows and the stars Before the rising dawn. 2 No smoking sweets, nor bleeding lambs. Nor kids, nor bullocks slain ; Incense and spice of costly names Would all be burnt in vain. 3 Aaron has laid his robes away, His mitre and his vest, For God's own Son came down to be The off'ring and the priest. .4 He took our mortal flesh to show The wonders of his love ; For us he paid his life below, And prays for us above. 5 Father, (he cries) forgive their sins, For 1 myself have dy'd ; And then he shows his open'd veins, And pleads his wounded side. CHARACTERS AND REPRESENTATIONS OF CHRIST. 75.' L. M. Steele. Advocate. 1 John ii. 1. Where is our God ? does he retire Beyond the reach of humble sighs 1 Are these weak breathings of desire Too languid to ascend the skies I 58 CHARACTERS OF CHRIST. 2 No, Lord ! the breathings of desire, The weak petition, if sincere, Is not forbidden to aspire, But reaches thy all-gracious ear. 3 Look up, our souls, with cheerful eye, See where the great Redeemer stands ; The glorious xldvocate on high, With precious incense in his hands ! 4 He smiles on ev'ry humble groan, He recommends each broken pray'r ; Recline your hope on him alone, Whose pow'r and love forbid despair. T6. C. M. Watts. Brazen Serpent. John iii. 14 — 16. 1 So did the Hebrew prophet raise The brazen serpent high ; The wounded felt immediate ease, The camp forbore to die. 2 Look upward in the dying hour, And live, the prophet cry'd ; But Christ performs a nobler cure, When faith lifts up her eyes. 3 High on the cross the Saviour hung, High in the heav'ns he reigns; Here sinners, by the serpent stung, Look and forget their pains. 4 When God's own Son was lifted up, A dying world reviv'd ; The Jew beheld the glorious hope, The dying Gentile liv'd. CHARACTERS OF CHRIST. 59 7'T. L. M. Fawcett. Bread of Life. John vi. 35 — 48. 1 Depraved minds on ashes feed, Nor love, nor seek for heav'nly bread ; They choose the husks which swine do eat, Or meanly crave the serpent's meat. 2 Jesus, thou art the living bread, By which our needy souls are fed : In thee alone thy children find Enough to fill the empty mind. 3 Without this bread, we starve and die ; No other can our need supply : But this will suit our wretched case, Abroad, at home, in ev'ry place, 4 'Tis this relieves the hungry poor, 'Who ask for bread at mercy's door : This living food descends from heav'n, As manna to the Jews was giv'n. 5 This precious food the heart revives, What strength, what nourishment it gives ! O let us evermore be fed With this divine celestial bread. 78. CM. Stennett. Chief among ten thousand. Cant. v. 10 — 16. I To Christ, the Lord, let ev^ry tongue Its noblest tribute bring : When he's the subject of the song, Who can refuse to sing ? 60 CHARACTERS OF CHRIST. 2 Survey the beauties of his face, And on his glories dwell : Think on the wonders of his grace, And all his triumphs tell. 3 Majestic sweetness sits enthron'd Upon his peaceful brow; His head with radiant glories crown'd, His lips with grace o'erflow. 4 No mortal can with him compare, Among the sons of men : Fairer is he than all the fair That fill the heav'nly train. 5 He saw us plung'd in deep distress. He flew to our relief; For us he bore the shameful cross And carried all our grief. 6 To heav'n, the place of his abode, He'll bring our weary feet ; Show us the glories of our God, And make our joys complete. 19. L. M. Watts. Corner stone. Psalm cxviii. 22 — 27. 1 Lo ! what a glorious corner-stone The Jewish builders did refuse ; But God hath built his church thereon. In spite of envy and the Jews, 2 Great God, the work is all divine. The joy and wonder of our eyes : CHARACTERS OF CHRIST. 61 This is the day that proves it thine, The day that saw our Saviour rise. 3 Sinners rejoice, and saints be glad : Hosanna, let his name be blest : A thousand honours on his head, With peace, and light, and glory rest. 4 In God's own name he came to bring Salvation to our dying race : Let the whole church address their King With hearts of joy, and songs of praise. 80. L. M* Doddridge. Corner Stone. 1 Pet. ii. 0. Isa. xxviii. 16, 17. 1 Lord, dost thou show a corner-stone, For us to build our hopes upon, That the fair edifice may rise Sublime in light beyond the skies'? 2 We own the work of sovereign love ; Nor death, nor hell, the hope shall move, Which, fix'd on this foundation, stand, Laid by thine own almighty hand, 3 Thy people long this stone have try'd, And all the pow'rs of hell defy'd ; Floods of temptation beat in vain ; Well doth this Rock the house sustain. 4 When storms of wrath around prevail, Whirlwind and thunder, fire and hail, 'Tis here our trembling souls shall hide ; And here securely they abide. 6 bXi CHARACTERS OF CHRIST. 5 While they that scorn this precious stone ) Fond of some quicksand of their own, Borne down by weighty vengeance, die, And buried deep in ruin lie. 81. CM. Fawcett. Desire of all Nations. Hag. ii. 7. 1 Infinite excellence is thine, Thou lovely Prince of grace ; Thine uncreated beauties shine With never-fading rays. 2 Sinners, from earth's remotest end, Come bending at thy feet ; To thee their pray'rs and praise ascend. In thee their wishes meet. 3 Thy name as precious ointment shed, Delights the church around ; Sweetly the sacred odours spread, Through all ImmanuePs ground. 4 Millions of happy spirits live On thy exhaustless store ; From thee they all their bliss receive, And still thou givest more. 5 Thou art our triumph and our joy ; We find our all in thee : Thy glories shall our tongues employ, Through all eternity. 82. C. M. Doddridge. The Door. John x. 9. — Hos. ii. 15. 1 Awake, our souls, and bless his name, Whose mercies never fail ; CHARACTERS OF CHRIST, 63 Who opens wide a door of hope In Achor's gloomy vale. 2 Behold the portal wide display'd, The building's strong and fair ; Within are pastures fresh and green, And living streams are there. 3 Enter, our souls, with cheerful haste, For Jesus is the door : Nor fear the serpent's wily arts, Nor fear the lion's roar. 4 O may thy grace the nations lead, And Jews and Gentiles come, All travelling through one beauteous gate 3 To one eternal home. 83. C. M. Cowper. Fountain. Zech. xiii. 1. 1 There is a fountain fill'd with blood, Pour'd from Immanuel's veins ; And sinners plung'd beneath that flood Lose all their guilty stains. 2 The dying thief rejoie'd to see That fountain in his day ; And there have thousands vile as he, Wash'd all their sins away. 3 O Lamb of God ! thy precious blood Shall never lose its pow'r, Till all the ransom'd sons of God, Be sav'd, to sin no more. 64 CHARACTERS OF CHRIST. 4 E'er since by faith we saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been our theme, And shall be till we die. 5 Then we, in nobler, sweeter songs, Shall sing thy pow'r to save, When these poor lisping, stamm'ring tongues , Lie silent in the grave. 84. As 104th Ps. Hart. Fountain opened. Zech. xiii. 1. 1 The fountain of Christ, with pleasure we sing, The blood of our Priest, our crucify'd King; The fountain that cleanses from sin and from filth, And richly dispenses salvation and health. 2 This fountain unseal'd, stands open for all Who long to be heal'd, the great and the small : Here's strength for the weaklv, that hither are led, Here's health for the sickly, and life for the dead. 3 This fountain, though rich, from charge is quite clear; The poorer the wretch, the vvel comer here : Come needy and guilty, come loathsome and bare ; Though lep'rous and filthy, come just as you are. 4 This fountai > in vain has never been try'd, It takes out all stains whenever apply'd ; The fountain flows sweetly with virtue divine, To cleanse souls completely, though lep'rous as mine. CHARACTERS OF CHRIST, 65 85. C. M. Doddridge. Head of the Church. Eph. iv. 15, 16. 1 Jesus, we sing thy matchless grace, That calls a worm thy own ; Give us among thy saints a place To make thy glories known. 2 Allied to thee, our vital head, We live, and grow, and thrive ; From thee divided, each is dead, When most he seems alive. 3 Thy saints on earth, and those above, Here join in sweet accord ; One body all in mutual love, And thou our common Lord. 4 O, may our faith each hour derive Thy Spirit with delight ; While death and hell in vain shall strive This bond to disunite. 5 Thou the whole body will present Before the Father's face ; Nor shall a wrinkle or a spot Its beauteous form disgrace. 86. As 148th Cennick. High Priest. Heb. iv. 14. — viii. 1. 1 A good High-Priest has come, Supplying Aaron's place ; And taking up his room, Dispensing life and grace ; 6* 66 CHARACTERS OF CHRIST. The law by Aaron's priesthood came, But grace and truth by Jesus' name. 2 The Lord a priest is made, As sware the mighty God To Israel and his seed ; Ordain'd to offer blood For sinners, who in mercy seek, A priest, as was Melchizedek. 3 He once temptation knew Of ev'ry sort and kind, That he might succour shew To ev^ry tempted mind : In ev'ry point the Lamb was try'd, Like us, and then for us he dy'd. 4 He dy'd ; but lives again, And by the altar stands ; There shows how he was slain, Op'ning his pierced hands : Our Priest abides, and pleads the cause Of us, who have transgress'd his laws. 87. C. M. Steele. King of Saints. Rev. xv. 3. 1 Come, ye that love the Saviour's name, And joy to make it known; The sov'reign of your heart proclaim. And bow before his throne. 2 Behold your King, your Saviour, crown'd With glories all divine; And tell the wond'ring nations round, How bright those glories shine. CHARACTERS OF CHRIST. 67 3 Infinite pow'r, and boundless grace, In him unite their rays ; You, that have seen his lovely face, Can you forbear his praise 1 4 When in his earthly courts we view The glories of our King ; We long to love as angels do, And wish like them to sing. -5 O, happy period ! glorious day ! When heav'n and earth shall raise. With all their pow'rs the raptur'd lay, To celebrate his praise. 88. S. M. Watts. Lamb of God. John i. 29. 1 Not all the blood of beasts, On Jewish altars slain, Could give the guilty conscience peace. Or wash away the stain. 3 But Christ, the Heav'nly Lamb, Bears all our sins away ; A sacrifice of nobler name, And richer blood than they B 3 Our souls look back to see The burdens thou didst bear, When hanging on the cursed tree. And sees their guilt was there. 4 Believing, we rejoice, To see the curse remove ; We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice, And sing redeeming love. 68 CHARACTERS OF CHRIST. 89. C. M. Hoskins* Lamb of God, John i. 29. 1 Sinners, behold the Lamb of God Who takes away our guilt ; Look to the precious, spotless blood, That Jews and Gentiles spilt. 2 From heav'n he came to seek and save* Leaving his blest abode ; To ransom us, himself he gave ; Behold the Lamb of God. 3 He came to take the sinner's place, And shed his precious blood ; Let Adam's guilty, ruin'd race, Behold the Lamb of God. 4 Sinners, to Jesus then draw near, Invited by his word ; The chief of sinners need not fear; Behold the Lamb of God, 5 Backsliders too, the Saviour calls, And washes in his blood ; Arise, return from grievous falls ; Behold the Lamb of God. 6 In ev'ry state, and time, and place, Naught plead but Jesu's blood ; However wretched be your case, Behold the Lamb of God. 90. L. M. Needham. Messiah. Gen. xlix. 10. John i. 41. 1 Glory to God ! who reigns above, Who dwells in light, whose name is love ; CHARACTERS OF CHRIST. 69 Ye saints and angels if ye can, Declare the love of God to man. 12 Oh, what can more his love commend, Than his dear only Son to send! That man, condemn'd to die, might live ! And God be glorious to forgive ! 2 Messiah's come, with joy behold The days by prophets long foretold ; Judah, thy royal sceptre's broke, And time still proves what Jacob spoke. 4 We see the prophecies fulfill'd In Jesus, that most wond'rous child : His birth, his life, his death, combine To prove his character divine. 5 Jesus, thy gospel firmly stands, A blessing to these favour'd lands ; No enemy shall be our dread, Since thou art risen from the dead. 91. CM. Steele. Pearl of great price. Matt. xiii. 46. Ye glitt'ring toys of earth, adieu, A nobler choice we choose ; A real prize attracts our view, A treasure all divine. Begone, unworthy of our care, Ye specious baits of sense ; Inestimable worth appears, The pearl of price immense ! 70 CHARACTERS OF CHRIST 3 Should both the Indies at our call. Their boasted stores resign ; We would with joy renounce them all* To be entirely thine. 4 Dear Sov'reign of oui\ souls' desire, Thy love is bliss complete ; Jesus, in thee, in thee alone, Wealth, honour, pleasure meet* 92. L. M. Steele. Physician of Souls. Jer. viii. 22. 1 Deep are the wounds which sin has made W r here shall the sinner find a cure ? In vain, alas I is nature's aid ; The work exceeds all nature's pow'r, 2 Sin, like a raging fever, reigns With fatal strength in ev'ry part ; The dire contagion fills the veins, And spreads its poison to the heart. 3 And can no sov'reign balm be found ? And is no kind physician nigh, To ease the pain, and heal the wound, Ere life and hope for ever fly ? 4 There is a great Physician near, Look up, O fainting soul, and live ; See, in his heav'nly smiles, appear Such ease as nature cannot give ! 5 See, in the Saviour's dying blood, Life, health, and bliss, abundant flow 'Tis only this dear sacred flood Can ease the pain and heal the wo CHARACTERS OF CHRIST. 71 93. 112th. Davtes. Prophet, Priest j and King. 1 Jesus, how precious is thy name ! The great Jehovah's darling, thou ! Oh, let us catch th' immortal flame, With which angelic bosoms glow ! Thee above all, our hearts would love, And imitate the bless'd above. 2 Our Prophet thou, and heav'nly guide, Thy sweet instructions we would hear; The words, that from thy lips proceed, Oh, how divinely sweet they are ! Thee, our great Prophet, we would love, And imitate the bless'd above. 3 Our great High-Priest, whose precious blood , Did once atone upon the cross ; Who now doth intercede with God, And plead the friendless sinner's cause : In thee we trust ; and thee would love, And imitate the saints above. 4 Our King supreme, to thee we bow, As willing subjects at thy feet ; All other lords we disavow* And to thy government submit: Our Saviour, King, these hearts would love, And imitate the saints above. 94. C. M. Doddridge. The Lord our Righteousness. Jer. xxiiL 6. 1 Saviour divine ! we praise thy name, And in that name we trust ; 72 CHARACTERS OF CHRIST. Thou art the Lord our Righteousness, Thou art thine Israel's boast. 2 Guilty we plead before thy throne, And low in dust we lie ; Jesus stretch forth thy gracious arm To bring the guilty nigh. 3 Pardon and peace, and lively hope, To sinners now are giv'n ; Israel and Judah soon shall change Their wilderness for heav'n, 4 With joy we taste that manna now. Thy mercy scatters down ; We pay our humble vows to thee ; And wait the promis'd crown. 95. 7s. Toplady. Tho Rock of Ages Is. xxvi. 4. 1 Rock of ages, shelter us ! We would hide ourselves in thee ! Let the water and the blood, From thy wounded side which flow'd, Be of sin the double cure ; Cleanse us from its guilt and pow'r. 2 Not the labour of our hands Can fulfil thy law's demands ; Could our zeal no respite know. Could our tears for ever flow, All for sin could not atone: Thou must save, and thou alone. 3 Nothing in our hands we bring, Simply to the cross we cling ; CHARACTERS OF CHRIST, 73 Naked, come to thee for dress ; Helpless, look to thee for grace ; Black, we to the fountain fly ; Wash us, Saviour, or we die ! 4 While we draw this fleeting breath, When our eye-strings break in death, When we soar to worlds unknown, See thee on thy judgment throne ; Rock of ages, shelter us ! Let us hide ourselves in thee. 96. L. M. Steele. Saviour — the only one. Acts iv, 12. 1 Jesus, the spring of joys divine, Whence all our hopes and comforts flow; Jesus, no other name but thine, Can save from everlasting wo. 2 No other name will heav'n approve : Thou art the true and living way, Ordain'd by everlasting love, To the bright realms of endless day, 8 Here let our constant feet abide, Nor from the heav'nly path depart ; O let thy Spirit, gracious Guide, Direct our steps, and cheer our heart. 4 Safe lead us through this world of night, And bring us to the blissful plains, The regions of unclouded light, Where perfect joy for ever reigns, 7 74 ' CHARACTERS OF CHRIST. 97. S; M. Steele. Shepherd. Ps. xxiii. 1 — 3* 1 While our Redeemer's near, Our Shepherd, and our guide, We bid farewell to anxious fear. Our wants are well supply'd. 2 To ever- verdant meads, Where rich abundance grows, Mis gracious hand indulgent leads 5 And guards our sweet repose. 3 Along the lovely scene Still waters gently roll, Transparent, sweet, and all serene 9 * To cheer each fainting soul. 4 Dear Shepherd, if we stray, Our wand ring feet restore ; To thy fair pastures guide the way,. And let us rove no more. 5 Here may our spirits rest ; How sweet a lot have we ! With pleasure, food, and safety blest Thine, Lord, the glory be ! 98. S, M. Watts. Shepherd. Psalm xxiii. 1 The Lord our Shepherd is, We shall be well supply'd ; Since he is ours, and we are his, What can we want beside ? CHARACTERS OF CHRTST. 75 S He leads us to the place Where heav'nly pasture grows, Where living waters gently pass, And full salvation flows. ^3 If e'er we go astray, He doth our souls reclaim, And guides us in his own right way, For his most holy name, 4 While he affords his aid, We cannot yield to fear ; Though we should walk through death's dark shade, Our Shepherd's with us there. -5 The bounties of thy love Shall crown our foll'wing days ; Nor from thy house will we remove, Nor cease to speak thy praise. 99. 8,8,6. Way, Truth, and Life. John xiv. 6. 1 There is no path to heav'nly bliss, Or solid joy or lasting peace, But Christ th' appointed road : Oh, may we tread the sacred way ! By faith rejoice, and praise, and pray, Till we sit down with God. -2 The types and shadows of the word Unite in Christ, the man, the Lord, The Saviour just and true : Oh, may we all his word believe ! And all his promises receive, And all his precepts do. 76 CHARACTERS OF CHRIST, 3 As he above for ever lives, And life to dying sinners gives, Eternal and divine: Oh, may his Spirit in us dwell ! Then sav'd from sin, and death, and hell, In glory ever shine. 100. C. M. Erskine. Way, Truth, and Life. John xiv. 1 — 6, 1 u Let not your hearts within you grieve, " My dear beloved friends ; " Ye trust in God, in me believe, "For I have borne your pains. 2 " Home to my Father's house I go, " Where many mansions are ; " I go before, and in your name " Your seats of bliss prepare. 3 " When I your mansions have prepar'd, " I'll come to you again, " And take you to my blissful arms, " For ever to remain. 4 " Where I am bound, is endless day, " And I'm th' appointed road ; " I am the truth, and living way, " By which you come to God. 5 Jesus, thy words of grace and truth, Support the fainting heart; O let us on this promise rest, And bid our fears depart. CHARACTERS OF CHRIST. 77 101. C. M. Watts. *? Hosanna to the Son of David" Matt xxi. 9, I Hosanna to the royal Son Of David's ancient line ; His natures two, his person one, Mysterious and divine. ^ The root of David here we find, And offspring is the same ; Eternity and time are join'd In our Immanuel's name. 3 Bless'd he that came to wretched men, With news of peace from heav'n ; Hosannas in the highest strain To Christ, the Lord, be giv'n. 4 Let mortals ne'er refuse to take Th' hosanna on their tongues; Lest rocks and stones should rise, and break Their silence into songs. 102. 148th Watts. Hosanna to Christ 1 Hosanna to the King Of David's ancient blood ; Behold he's come to bring Forgiving grace from God : Let old and young attend his way, And at his feet their honours lay, 2 Glory to God on high, Salvation to the Lamb ; 7# 78 SCRIPTURE. Let earth, and sea, and sky, His wond'rous love proclaim : Upon his head shall honours rest, And ev'rj age pronounce him blest. SCRIPTURE ITS PHOPEKTIES. 103. C. M. Fawcett. Psalm cxix. 105. 1 How precious is the book divine, By inspiration giv'n ! Bright as a lamp its' precepts shine, To guide our souls to heav'n. 2 The counsels of redeeming grace, These sacred leaves unfold ; And here the Saviour's lovely face, Our favour'd eyes behold. 3 Thy word, Redeemer, cheers our hearts, In this dark vale of tears ; Life, light, and joy, it still imparts, And quells our rising fears. 4 O may this lamp, through all the night Of life, make plain our way; Till we behold the clearer light Of an eternal day. 1 ITS PROPERTIES. 79 104. L. M. Beddome. The usefulness of the Scriptures, J When Israel through the desert pass'd, A fiery pillar went before, To guide them through the dreary waste, And lessen the fatigues they bore. 2 Such is thy glorious word, O God, 'Tis for our light and guidance giv ? n ; It sheds a lustre all abroad, And points the path to bliss and heav'n, 3 It fills the soul with sweet delight, And quickens its inactive pow'rs ; It sets our wand'ring footsteps right, Displays thy love, and kindles ours. 4 Its promises rejoice our hearts : Its doctrine is divinely true ; Knowledge and pleasure it imparts ; It comforts and instructs us too. 5 Ye happy lands who have this word, Ye saints, who feel its saving pow'r, Unite your tongues to praise the Lord ; For this great favour, Him adore. 105. C. M. Steele. - " The entrance of thy words giveth light." Ps, exix. 130, 1 Father of mercies, in thy word What endless glory shines ! For ever be thy name ador'd, For these celestial lines. SO SCRIPTURE. 2 Here may the wretched sons of want Exhaustless riches find ; Riches above what earth can grant, And lasting as the mind. 3 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice Spreads heav'nly peace around ; And life, and everlasting joys, Attend the blissful sound, 4 O may these heav'nly pages be Our ever dear delight; And still new glories may we see, With still increasing light. 5 Divine Instructer, gracious Lord ! Be thou for ever near ; Teach us to love thy sacred word, And view the Saviour there. 106. C. M. Watts. Psalm cxix. Eighth Part. 1 Lord, we have made thy word our choice, Our lasting heritage ; There shall our noblest pow'rs rejoice, Our warmest thoughts engage. 2 We'll read the hist'ries of thy love, And keep thy laws in sight, While through the promises we rove, With ever fresh delight. S 'Tis a broad land of wealth unknown, Where springs of life arise, ITS PROPERTIES. Seeds of immortal bliss are sown, And hidden glory lies. The best relief that mourners have. It makes our sorrows blest ; Our fairest hope beyond the grave, And our eternal rest. 107. C. M. Watts. 1 Laden with guilt, and full of fears. We fly to thee, O Lord ! For not a glimpse of hope appears, But in thy written word. 2 The volume of our Father's grace Does all our grief assuage : Here we behold the Saviour's face Almost in ev'ry page. 3 This is the field where hidden lies The pearl of price unknown ; That merchant is divinely wise Who makes the pearl his own, 4 Here consecrated water flows To quench our thirst of sin ; Here the fair tree of knowledge grows, Nor danger dwells therein. 5 O may thy counsels, mighty God ! Our roving feet command ; Nor we forsake the happy road That leads to thy right hand. 82 SCRIPTURE. 108. L. M. Watts. Psalm xix. 1 The heav'ns declare thy glory, Lord ; In ev'ry 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 pow'r 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, Its sound was heard in e\hj land. 4 Nor shall thy spreading gospel rest, Till through the world thy truth has run : Till Christ has all the nations blest, That see the light, or feel the sun. 109. C. M. " Thy word is a light unto my path. 11 Ps. cxix. 105. 1 A glory gilds the sacred page, Majestic, like the sun : It gives a light to ev 7 ry age, It gives — but borrows none. 2 O Lord, be praise for ever thine, For such a bright display, As makes a world of darkness shine With beams of heav'nlv day. ITS PROPERTIES. 83 3 With joy and gladness we pursue The steps of him we love : Till glory breaks upon our viewy In brighter worlds above. HO. L. M. Psalm cxix. 171. 1 How precious are thy statutes, Lord ? Thy love and goodness they record ; In them are blessings new and old That suits the need of all thy fold. 2 In them does heav'nly wisdom shine? Which proves they truly are divine ; And when we do upon them feed, We prove they are from thee indeed* 3 The word of truth thou hast made known? May we with joy and boldness own : Engrave thy statutes in our heart, Nor let us from thy truth depart. 4 Then by thy grace we will thee praise, And tell how kind are all thy ways ; And in thy name we will rejoice, And bless thee with a cheerful voice. 111. L. M. Beddome. 1 God, in the gospel of his Son, Makes his eternal counsels known ; 'Tis here his richest mercy shines, And truth is drawn in fairest lines- 2 Here, sinners of a humble frame May taste his grace, and learn his name ; 84 THE GOSPEL. 'Tis writ in characters of blood, Severely just, immensely good. 3 Here, Jesus, in ten thousand ways, His soul-attracting charms displays ; Recounts his poverty and pains, And tells his love in melting strains. 4 Wisdom its dictates here imparts, To form our minds, to cheer our hearts ; Its influence makes th' sinner live, And bids the drooping saint revive. 5 Our raging passions it controls, And comfort yields to contrite souls ; It brings a better world in view, And guides us all our passage through, 6 May this blest volume ever lie Close to our heart and near our eye ^ , Till life's last hour our souls engage, And be our chosen heritage. THE GOSPEL. 112. C. M. Gibbons. u A feast of fat things." Is. xxv. 6. 1 On Zion, his most holy mount, God has a feast prepar'd ; And Israel's sons and Gentile lands. Have in the banquet shar'd. THE GOSPEL. 85 2 Marrow and fatness are the food, His bounteous hand bestows ; Wine on the lees, and well refin'd, In rich abundance flows. 3 See, to the vilest of the vile A free acceptance giv'n ! See, rebels by adopting grace, Sit with the heirs of heav'n ! 4 The pain'd, the sick, the dying, now To ease and health restor'd ; With eager appetites partake The plenties of the board. 5 But O what draughts of bliss unknown, What dainties shall be giv'n ; When, with the myriads round the throne, We join the feast of heav'n* 113. L. M. Doddridge. The Gospel Jubilee. Psalm lxxxix. 15. 1 Loud let the tuneful trumpet sound, And spread the joyful tidings round ; Let ev'ry soul with transport hear, And hail the Lord's accepted year. 2 Ye debtors, whom he gives to know, That you ten thousand talents owe, When humble at his feet you fall, Your gracious Lord forgives them all. 3 Slaves, that have borne the heavy chain, Of sin and hell's tyrannic reign ; 8 86 THE GOSPEL. To liberty assert your claim, And urge the great Redeemer's name. 4 The rich inheritance of heav'n, Through Jesus Christ, is freely giv'n ; Fair Salem your arrival waits, With golden streets and pearly gates. 5 O happy souls that know the sound, Celestial light their steps surround, And show that Jubilee begun, Which through eternal years shall run. 114. C. M. Stennett. ; The glorious Gospel of the blessed God. 1 Tim. i. 11. 1 What wisdom, majesty and grace, Through all the gospel shine ! 'Tis God that speaks, and we confess The doctrine most divine. 2 Down from the starry throne on high, Th' almighty Saviour came ; Laid his bright robes of glory by, To feeble flesh assume: 3 The mighty debt, that sinners ow'd, Upon the cross he paid ; Then, through the clouds, ascended bigft, 'Midst shouts of loftiest praise. 4 There, as our Advocate, he pleads Before the Father's throne; Maintains our cause, and intercedes. And pours salvation down. THE GOSPEL. 8? Great God, with rev'rence we adore Thy justice and thy grace ; And on thy faithfulness and pow'r Our firm dependence place. 115. L. M. Watts. The Gospel is the power of God to salvation. Rom. i. 16. 1 What shall the dying sinner do, That seeks relief from all his wo? Where shall the guilty conscience find Ease for the torment of the mind ? 2 How shall we get our crimes forgiv'n, Or form our natures fit for heav'n ? Can souls, all o'er defil'd with sin, Make their own pow'rs and passions clean 1 3 In vain we search, in vain we try, Till Jesus brings his gospel nigh : 'Tis there that pow'r and glory dwell, Which saves rebellious souls from hell. 4 This is the pillar of our hope, That bears our fainting spirits up; We read the grace, and trust the word. And find salvation in the Lord. 116. S. M. Doddridge. Salvation by Grace. Eph. ii. 5. I Grace ! 'tis a charming sound, Harmonious to the ear : Heav'n with the echo shall resound, And all the earth shall hear. / 88 THE GOSPEL. 2 Graee first contriv'd the way To save rebellious man ; And all the steps that graee display, Which drew the wond'rous plan. 3 Grace led our wand'ring feet To tread the heav'nly road ; And new supplies each hour we meet, While pressing on to God. 4 Grace all the work shall crown, Through everlasting days ; It lays in heav'n the topmost stone, And well deserves the praise. 117. CM. Watts. Salvation. 1 Salvation ! O the joyful sound, 'Tis pleasure to our ears ; A sov 'reign balm for ev'ry wound, A cordial for our fears. 2 When dead in trespasses and sin, Beneath the curse we lay ; He quicken'd us by grace divine, And wash'd our sins away. 3 Salvation ! let the echo fly The spacious earth around ; While all the armies of the sky Conspire to raise the sound. 4 Salvation ! O thou bleeding Lamb, To thee the praise belongs ; Salvation shall inspire our hearts. And dwell upon our tongues. THE GOSPEL 89 CHORUS. 5 Glory, honour, praise and pow'r, Be unto the Lamb for ever ; Jesus Christ is our Redeemer. Hallelujah. Praise ye the Lord. 118. C. M. Doddridge. 1 Salvation ! O melodious sound To wretched dying men ! Salvation that from God proceeds, And leads to God again. 2 Rescu'd from helPs eternal gloom, From fiends, and fires, and chains ; Rais'd to a paradise of bliss, Where love triumphant reigns. 3 Our Saviour God, no voice but thine These dying hopes can raise ; Speak thy salvation to our souls, And turn our tears to praise. 4 Our Saviour God, these lisping tongues Transported shall proclaim ; And call on all th' angelic harps To sound so sweet a name. 119. CM- Watts. Psalm lxxxix. 1 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. 90 THE GOSPEL. 2 The gospel bears their spirits up; They know the Saviour's name: His righteousness exalts their hope, Nor can their foes condemn. 3 The Lord, our glory and defence, Strength and salvation gives : Isr'el, thy King for ever reigns, Thy God for ever lives. 120. CM. 'Watts. Praise for the Gospel. Ps. xcviii. 1 To our Almighty Maker, God, New honours be address'd : His great salvation shines abroad, And makes the nations bless'd. 2 He spake the word to Abraham, His truth fulfils the grace ; The Gentiles make his name their trust, And learn his righteousness. 3 Let the whole earth his love proclaim, With all her difPrent tongues ; And spread the honours of his name, In melody and songs. 121. CM. Newton. 1 Salvation, what a glorious plan ! How suited to our need ! The grace that raises fallen man Is wonderful indeed. 'Twas wisdom form'd the vast design, To ransom us when lost ; THE GOSPEL. 91 And love's unfathomable mine Provided all the cost. 3 Truth, wisdom, justice, pow'r, and love, In all their glory shone, When Jesus left the courts above, For sinners to atone. 4 Truth, wisdom, justice, pow'r, and love, Are equally display'd, Now Jesus reigns entbron'd above, Our Advocate and Head. 122. L. M. Gibbons. Divine Forgiveness. Luke vii. 47. 1 Forgiveness! 'tis a joyful sound To malefactors doom'd to die ; Publish the bliss the world around ; Ye seraphs, shout it from the sky ! 2 'Tis the rich gift of love divine ; 'Tis full, out- measuring ev'ry crime ; Unclouded shall its glories shine, And feel no change by changing time. 3 For this stupendous love of Heav'n, What grateful honours shall we show? Where much transgression is forgiv'n, Let love in equal ardour glow. 4 By this inspir'd, let all our days With gospel holiness be crown'd ; Let truth and goodness, pray'r and praise, In all abide, in all abound. 9% INVITATIONS. 123. C. M. Watts. God glorified in the Gospel. 1 The Lord, descending from above, Invites his children near ; While pow'r, and truth, and boundless love, Display their glories here. 2 Here, in thy gospel's wond'rous frame, Fresh wisdom we pursue : And here do angels learn thy name, Beyond what e'er they knew. 3 Thy name transcrib'd in fairest lines, With wonder here we trace : Wisdom through all the myst'ry shines, And shines in Jesus' face. 4 Here the sweet lustre of thy grace Our warmest thoughts employs ; Gilds the whole scene with brightest hopes, And more exalts our joys. SCRIPTURE INVITATIONS. 124* L. M. Stennett. God reasoning with men. Is. i. 18. Come, sinners, saith the mighty God, Heinous as all your crimes have been ; Lo ! I descend from mine abode, To reason with the sons of men. INVITATIONS. 93 2 No clouds of darkness veil my face, No vengeful lightnings flash around : I come with terms of life and peace; Where sin hath reign'd let grace abound. 3 Yes, Lord, we will obey thy call, And to thy gracious sceptre bow ; O make our crimson sins like wool, Our scarlet crimes as white as snow, 4 Then shall our grateful lips repeat Thy praises with a tuneful voice ; While humbly prostrate at thy feet^ We wonder, tremble, and rejoice. 125. C. M. Watts, 1 Let ev'ry mortal ear attend, And ev^ry heart rejoice ; The trumpet of the gospel sounds, With an inviting voice. 2 Eternal wisdom has prepar'd, A soul reviving feast; And bids the vilest sons of want, The rich provision taste. 3 Rivers of love and mercy here, In a rich ocean join ; Salvation in abundance flows, Like floods of milk and wine. 4 Dear Lord, the treasures of thy love, Are everlasting mines : Deep as our helpless mis'ries are, And boundless as our Fins. 94 INVITATIONS. 5 The happy gates of gospel grace, Stand open night and day ; Lord, we are come to seek supplies, And drive our wants away. 126. 8,7,4 Hart. Sinners invited to Christ. Matt. xi. 28— 30. 1 Come, ye weary, heavy laden, Lost and ruin'd by the fall ; If you tarry till you're better, You will never come at all : Not the righteous, Sinners, Jesus came to call. 2 Agonizing in the garden, Lo ! your Saviour prostrate lay ; On the bloody tree behold hinx ; Hear him cry before he dy'd, It is finish'd ; Sinners, will not this suffice ? 3 Lo ! th' incarnate God ascended, Pleads the merit of his blood ; Venture on him, venture wholly, Let no other trust intrude: None but Jesus Can do helpless sinners good. 4 Saints and angels, join'd in concert, Sing the praises of the Lamb ; While the blissful seats of heaven, Sweetly echo with his name : Hallelujah! Sinners here may sing the same. INVITATIONS 95 127. 148th Boden. Yet there is room. Luke xiv. 22, 1 Ye dying sons of men, Immerg'd in sin and wo ; The gospel's voice attend, While Jesus sends to you : Ye perishing and guilty, come, In Jesus' arms there yet is room. 2 No longer now delay, Nor vain excuses frame; He bids you come to-day, Though poor, and blind, and lame : All things are ready, sinners, come, For such as you, there yet is room, 3 CompelPd by bleeding love, Ye wand'ring souls, draw near; Christ calls you from above, His charming accents hear ! Let whosoever will, now come, In mercy's arms there still is room. 128. C. M. Watts. None excluded from hope. Rom. i. 16. 1 Jesus, thy blessings are not few, Nor is thy gospel weak ; Thy grace can melt the stubborn Jew, And bow th' aspiring Greek. 2 Wide as the reach of Satan's rage Doth thy salvation flow : 'Tis not confin'd to sex or age, The lofty or the low. 96 INVITATIONS 3 While grace is offer'd to the prince* The poor may take their share : No mortal hath a just pretence To perish in despair. 4 Be wise, ye men of strength and wit, Nor boast your native pow'rs : But to his sov'reign grace submit, And glory shall be yours. 5 Come, all ye wretched sinners, come, He'll form your souls anew ; His gospel and his heart have room For rebels such as you. 129. C. M. Steele. 1 The Saviour calls — let ev'ry ear Attend the heav'nly sound ; Ye doubting souls, dismiss your fears, Hope smiles reviving sound. 2 For ev'ry thirsty, longing heart, Here streams of mercy flow ; And life, and health, and bliss impart^ To banish mortal wo. 3 Here springs of sacred pleasure rise, To ease our ev'ry pain ; (Immortal Fountain : full supplies,) Nor shall you thirst in vain. 4 Ye sinners come, 'tis mercy's voice, The gracious call obey : Mercy invites to heav'nly joys, And can you yet delay 1 INVITATIONS. 9? 5 Dear Saviour, draw reluctant hearts ; To thee let sinners fly, And take the bliss thy love imparts, And drink, and never die. 130. L. M. Watts. Weary souls invited to rest. Matt. xi. 28. 1 Come hither, all ye weary souls, Ye heavy laden sinners, come : I'll give you rest from all your toils, And raise you to my heav'nly home, 2 They shall find rest that learn of me ; I'm of a meek and lowly mind ; But passion rages like the sea^ And pride is restless as the wind. 3 Blest is the man whose shoulders take My yoke, and bear it with delight : My yoke is easy to his neck, My grace shall make the burden light. 4 Jesus, we would at thy command, With faith and hope and humble zeal, Resign our spirits to thy hand, To mould and guide us at thy will. 131. C. M. Beddome. The freeness of the Gospel. 1 How free and boundless is the grace Of our redeeming God ! Extending to the Jew and Greek, And men of ev'ry blood. 9 98 INVITATIONS. 2 The mightiest king, and meanest slave, May iiis rich mercy taste ; He bids the beggar and the prince, Unto the gospel feast. 3 None are excluded thence, but those Who do themselves exclude ; Welcome the learned and polite, The ignorant and rude. 4 Come then, ye men of evry name, Of evhy tribe and tongue ; What you are willing to receive, Doth unto you belong. 132. L. M. Steele. Weary souls invited to rest. Mat. xi. 28. 1 Come, weary souls, with sins distress'd ; Come and accept the promis'd rest : The Saviour's gracious call obey, And cast your gloomy fears away. 2 Oppress'd with guilt, a painful load ; O come, and spread your woes abroad : Divine compassion, mighty love, Will all the painful load remove. 3 Here mercy's boundless ocean flows, To cleanse your guilt and heal your woes ; Pardon and life, and endless peace ; How rich the gift ! how free the grace ! 4 Lord, we accept with thankful heart, The hope thy gracious words impart ; We come witli trembling, yet rejoice, And bless thy kind inviting voice. INVITATIONS, 99 133. CM. Fawcett. Lei the wicked forsake his ways. Is. lv. 7. 1 Sinners, the voice of God regard ; 'Tis mercy speaks to-day ; He calls you by his sovereign word, From sin's destructive way. 2 Like the rough sea which cannot rest, You live devoid of peace; A thousand stings within your breast, Deprive your souls of ease. 3 Your way is dark, and leads to hell ; Why will you persevere? Can you in endless torments dwell, Shut up in black despair i 4 But he that turns to God shall live, Through his abounding grace ; His mercy will the guilt forgive Of those who seek his face. 5 Bow to the sceptre of his word, Renouncing ev'ry sin ; Submit to him, your sov 'reign Lord, And learn his will divine. 6 His love exceeds your highest thoughts ; He pardons like a God ! He will forgive your num'rous faults, Through a Redeemer's blood. 134. C M. Steele. An invitation to the Gospel feast. Luke xiv. 22. 1 Ye naked, wretched, hungry, poor, Behold a royal feast ! 100 INVITATIONS. Where mercy spreads her bounteous store For ev'iy humble guest. 2 See, Jesus stands with open arms, He calls, he bids you come ; Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms ; But see, there yet is room. 3 Room in the Saviour's bleeding heart: There love and pity meet ; Nor will he bid the soul depart That trembles at his feet. 4 O come, and with his children, taste The blessings of his love ; While hope attends the sweet repast Of nobler joy above. 5 There, with united heart and voice, Before th' eternal throne ; Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice, In ecstacies unknown. 6 And yet ten thousand thousand more, Are welcome still to come : Ye longing souls, the grace adore ; Approach, there yet is room. 135. C. M. God beseeching sinners to be reconciled to Him, 2 Cor. v. 20. I Hark how the gospel-trumpet sounds ! 'Tis a delightful voice : Pris'ners of death, no longer groan ; Ye broken hearts, rejoice. INVITATIONS. 101 2 Pardon to sinners is proclaim'd By their affronted God; 'Tis God beseeches to accept, Peace made by Jesus' blood. 3 What answer, Lord, shall we return To this stupendous grace ? Shall the most high, th* eternal bliss, Beseech a ruin'd race ? 4 When vengeance might have crush'd to death, The poor rebellious worms ; The God of love proposes peace, In most alluring forms. 5 What heart such kindness can resist, Or spurn such wond'rous grace ? Come sinners, hear your Maker's voice, And take, in heav'n, your place. 136. L. M. Wesley. Invitation of sinners to Christ. Is. lv. 1, 1 Ho ! ev'ry one that thirsts, draw nigh, ('Tis God invites the fallen race) Mercy and free salvation buy ; Buy w T ine, and milk, and gospel grace, 2 Come to the living waters, come : Sinners, obey your Maker's call ; Return, ye weary wand'rers, home, And find his grace is free for all. 3 See from the rock a fountain rise : For you in healing streams it rolls ; Money ye need not bring, nor price, Ye lab'ring, burden'd, sin-sick souls. 10*2 INVITATIONS. 4 Nothing ye in exchange shall give, Leave all you have, and are, behind ; Freely the gift of God receive; Pardon and peace in Jesus find. 5 Hither, ye laboring sinners, come ! Jesus, the Lord, invites you near: Jesus shall take you for his own, And nlake you his peculiar care. 131. S. M. Now is the accepted time. 2 Cor. vi. 2. 1 Now is th' accepted time, Now is the day of grace ; Now, sinners, come without delay And seek the Saviour's face. 2 Now is th' accepted time, The Saviour calls to-day ; Pardon and peace he freely gives, Then why should you delay ? S Now is th' accepted time, The gospel bids you come ; And ev'ry promise in his word, Declares there yet is room. 4 Lord, draw reluctant souls, And feast them with thy love ; Then will the angels clasp their wings, And bear the news above. PROMISES. 103 "SCRIPTURE PROMISES* 138. C. M. Doddridge. '-Fear not, for I am with thee. 11 Is. xli. 10. 1 And art thou with us, gracious Lord, To dissipate our fears ? Dost thou proclaim thyself our God, Our God for ever near 1 2 Doth thy right hand which formed the earthy And bears up all the skies, Stretch from on high its friendly aid, When dangers round us rise I 2 Dost thou a father's bowels feci For all thy humble saints ? And in such friendly accents speak*., To sooth their sad complaints 2 4 Why droop our hearts, why flow mxt tteairs? While 'such a voice we hear? Why rise our sorrows and our fears, While such a friend is nesurt h To all thine other favours* atM A heart to trust thy word ; And death itself shall hear us sing While resting on the Lord* 139. CL ftL Needham- My Grace is sufficient for thee. 2 Cor. xil. 9, 1 Kind are the words that Jesus speaks* To cheer the drooping saints ; 104 PROMISES. My grace sufficient is for you, Though nature's pow'rs may faint. 2 My grace its glories shall display, And make your griefs remove ; Your weakness shall the triumphs tell Of boundless pow'r and love. 3 What though our griefs are not remov'd, Yet why should we despair ? While the kind Saviour's arms support, We can the burden bear. 4 Jesus, our Saviour and our Lord, 'Tis good to trust thy name : Thy pow'r thy faithfulness, and love, Will ever be the same. 5 Weak as we are, yet through thy grace. We all things can perform ; And smiling, triumph in thy name, Amid the raging storm. 140. C. M. Doddridge. God shall supply all your need. Phil. iv. 19. 1 Our God, how cheerful is the sound ! How pleasant to repeat ! Well may that heart with pleasure bound. Where God hath fix'd his seat. 2 What want shall not our God supply From his redundant stores ! What streams of mercy from on high An arm almighty pours ! PROMISES. 1-05 3 Through Christ, the ever-living spring, These ample blessings flow : Prepare our lips his name to sing, Whose heart hath lov'd us so. 4 Now, to our Father and our God, Be endless glory giv'n, Through all the realms of man's abode, And through the highest heav'n. 141. C. M. Doddridge. Fear not ; it is your Father's good pleasure to give you the Kingdom. Luke'xii. 32. 1 Ye little flock whom Jesus feeds. Dismiss your anxious cares ; Look to the Shepherd of your souls,. And smile away your fears. 2 Though wolves and lions prowl around, His staff is your defence ; 'Midst sands and rocks, your Shepherd's voice Calls streams and pastures thence. 3 Your Father will a kingdom give. And give it with delight ; His feeblest child his love shall call, To triumph in his sight, i Ten thousand praises, Lord, we bring For sure supports like these : And o'er the pious dead., we sin,g Thy living promises. 106 PROMISES, 142. lis Kennady. Exceeding great and precious Promises. 2 P$t. i. 4. 1 How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, Is laid for your faith in his excellent word ! What more can he say than to you he hath said, Who unto the Saviour for refuge have fled'? 2 In ev'ry condition, in sickness, in health, In poverty's vale, or abounding in wealth ; At home and abroad, on the land, on the sea, As your days may demand, so your succour shall be. 3 Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismay'd ! I, I am your God, and will still give you aid ; I'll strengthen you, help you, and cause you to stand, Upheld by my righteous, Omnipotent hand. 4 When through the deep waters I cause you to go, The rivers of sorrow shall not you o'erflow ; For I will be with you, your troubles to bless, And sanctify to you your deepest distress. 5 When through fi'ry trials your pathway shall lie, My grace, ail- sufficient, shall be your supply ; The flame shall not hurt you ; I only design Your dross to consume, and your gold to refine. 6 The soul that on Jesus hath lean'd for repose, I will not, I cannot, desert to his foes ; That soul, though all hell should endeavour to shake, I'll never, no never, no never, forsake. PROMISES. 107 143. L. M. Fawcett. As thy days, so shall thy strength be. Deut. xxxiii. 25. 1 Afflicted saint, to Christ draw near, The Saviour's gracious promise hear ; His faithful word declares to thee, That, as thy days, thy strength shall be* » Let not thy heart despond, and say, How shall I stand the trying day 1 He has engag'd, by firm decree, That, as thy days, thy strength shall be. 3 Should persecution rage and flame, Still trust in thy Redeemer's name ; In fi'ry trials thou shalt see, That, as thy days, thy strength shall be, 4 When call'd to bear thy weighty cross, Or share affliction, pain, or loss, Or deep distress, or poverty ; Still, as thy days, thy strength shall be. 5 When ghastly death appears in view, Christ's presence shall thy fears subdue : He'll come to set thy spirit free ; And, as thy days, thy strength shall be. 144. L. M. Watts. The faithfulness of God in the Promises. 1 Begin, our tongues, some heav'nly theme, And speak some boundless thing, The mighty works, or mightier name Of our eternal Kin^. 108 PROMISES 1 . 2 Tell of his wonel'rous faithfulness? And sound his pow'r abroad ; Sing the sweet promise of his grace r And the performing God. 3 Proclaim salvation from the Lord* For wretched dying men : His hand has writ the sacred word With an immortal pen. 4 Engrav'd as in eternal brass, The mighty promise shines ; Nor can the pow'rs of darkness rase, Those everlasting lines. 5 His very word of grace is strong. As that which buik the skies ; The voice that rolls the stars along,. Speaks ail the promises. 145. 104th Newton. The Lord will provide. Gen. xxii. 14. 1 Though troubles assail, and dangers affright, Tho' friends should all fail, and foes all unite ; Yet one thing secures us, whatever betide, The scripture assures us, The Lord will provide- 2 The birds without barn , or storehouse are fed ; From them let us learn, to trust for our bread : His saints, what is fitting, shall ne'er be deny'd, So long as 'tis written, The Lord will provide. 3 His call we obey, like Abram of old, Not knowing our way, but faith makes us bold ; PROMISES. 109 For, though we are strangers, we have a good guide, And trust in all dangers, The Lord will provide. 4 No strength of ourown, or-goh :lnesswe claim; Yet since we have known the Saviour's great name, In this our strong tower for safety we hide, The Lord is our pow'r, The Lord will provide. 5 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. 146. 148th. Doddridge. God's Fidelity to his Promises. Heb. x. 23. 1 The promises we sing, Which sov'reigu love hath spoke ; Nor will th' eternal King His words of grace revoke : They stand secure, and steadfast still ; Not Zion's hill abides so sure. 2 The mountains melt away When once the Judge appears ; And sun and moon decay, That measure mortal's years : But still the same, in radiant lines, The promise shines, through all the flame. 3 Their harmony shall sound Through our attentive ears, When thunders cleave -the ground, And dissipate the spheres : 10 110 INFLUENCES OF THE SPIRIT, We'll stand serene, thy word our rock, 'Midst all the shock, of that dread scene. INFLUENCES OF THE SPIRIT, 147. C. M. Watts. Psalm cxix. 33, 1 O that the Lord would guide our ways ? To keep his statutes still : O that our God would grant us grace To know and do his will ! 2 Lord, send thy Spirit down to write, Thy law upon our heart : Nor let our tongues indulge deceit, Nor act the liar's part* 3 Order our footsteps hy thy word, And make our hearts sincere ; Let sin have no dominion, Lord y But keep our conscience clear. 4 Make us to walk in thy commands, 'Tis a delightful road ; Nor let our heads, or hearts or hands. Offend against our God. 148. L. M. Doddridge. The Spirit's influence compared to living water. 1 Bless'd Jesus, source of grace divine, What soul-refreshing streams are thine ! INFLUENCES OF THE SPIRIT. Ill Oh, bring these healing waters nigh., Or we must droop, and fall, and die. *2 No traveller through desert lands, 'Midst scorching suns, and burning sands, More needs the current to obtain, Or to enjoy refreshing rain. 3 Our longing souls aloud would sing, Spring up, celestial Fountain, spring; To a redundant river flow, And cheer this thirsty land below. 4 May this blest torrent near our side. Through all the desert gently glide; Then, in Immanuels' land above, Spread to a sea of joy and iovel 149. L. M. Doddridge. Seeking to God for the communication of his Spirit. Ezek. xxxvi. 25—27. 1 Hear, gracious Sov'reign ! from thy throne, And send thy various blessings down : While by thine Israel thou art sought, Attend the pray'r thy word hath taught. 2 Send down thy Spirit from above, To fill these hearts with sacred love; Soften to flesh the flinty stone, And let thy godlike pow'r be known* 3 Oh, let a holy flock await, Num'rous around thy tern pie- gate t Each pressing on with zeal to be A living- sacrifice to thee* 112 INFLUENCES OF THE SPIRIT 4 In answer to our fervent cries, Give us to see thy church arise : Or, if that blessing seem too great, Give us to mourn its low estate. 150. C. M. Doddridge. Quicken thou me according to thy word. Ps. cxix. 25, 1 With pity, Lord, thy servants view ; As in the dust we lie. Nor, while we raise our plaintive voice, Disdain the broken cry. 2 Fain would we mount on eagles' wings, And view thy lovely face ; But cumb'rous weights still drag us down ; How heavily we move ! 3 Thy living word has wonders wrought ; These wonders here renew, And pour fresh vigour through our souls, While we its glories view. 4 Thy quick'ning energy diffuse * O'er all our inmost frame ; And animate our languid pow'rs To celebrate thy name. 5 From thee, great ever-flowing Spring, Let vital streams descend ; And cheer our hearts to sing those songs, Which death shall never end, 151. CM. Watts. The riches of divine grace. 1 Cor. vi. 10, 11 1 Not the malicious or profane, The wanton or the proud. INFLUENCES OF THE SPIRIT. 113 Nor thieves, nor sland'rers, shall obtain The kingdom of our God. 2 Surprising grace ! for such were we By nature and by sin. Heirs of eternal misery, Unholy, and unclean. 3 But we are wash'd in Jesus' blood ; We're pardon 'd through his name : And the good Spirit of our God Hath sanctify 'd our frame. 4 O for a persevering pow'r, To keep thy just commands : We would defile our hearts no more, No more pollute our hands. 1 52. L. M. Steele. John xiv. 16, 17. 1 Dear Lord ! and shall thy Spirit rest Within such wretched hearts as these 1 Unworthy dwelling I glorious guest! Favour astonishing, divine ! 2 Sure the blest Comforter is nigh ; 'Tis he sustains our fainting heart ; Else would our hopes for ever die, And ev'ry cheering ray depart. 3 When some kind promise glads our soul, Do we not find his healing voice The tempest of our fears control, And bid our drooping pow'rs rejoice 1 10* 114 INFLUENCES OF THE SPIRIT, 4 What less than thine Almighty word Can raise our hearts from earth and dust, And bid us cleave to thee, O Lord, Our life, our treasure, and our trust ? 5 Let thy kind Spirit in our heart For ever dwell, O God of love ; And light and heav'nly peace impart, Sweet earnest of the joys above. 153. CM. Watts. Psalm cxix. Ninth Part. 1 Thy mercies fill the earth, O Lord, How good thy works appear ! Open our eyes to read thy word, And see thy wonders there. 2 Our hearts are fashion'd by thy hand, Our service is thy due; O make thy servants understand The duties they must do. 3 Since we are strangers here below, Let not thy path be hid ; But mark the road our feet should go, And be our constant guide. 4 When we confess'd our wand'ring ways, Thou heard'st our souls complain : Grant us the teachings of thy grace, Lest we should strav a^ain. 5 Since God to us his statutes shew, And heav'nly truth impart ; His work for ever we'll pursue, His law shall rule; our heart. 11 CHRISTIAN GRACES, FAITH. 154. CM. Watts. Faith of things unseen. Heb. xi. 1. 1 Faith is the brightest evidence Of things beyond our sight, Breaks thro' the clouds of flesh and sense, And dwells in heav'nly light. 2 It sets time past in present view, Brings distant prospects home, Of things a thousand years ago, Or thousand years to come. 3 By faith we know the worlds were made By God's almighty word : Abra'm to unknown countries led, By faith obey'd the Lord. 4 He sought a city fair and high, Built by-th' Eternal's hands; And faith assures us, though we die That heav'nly building stands. 155. L. M. Watts. We walk by Faith, not by sight. 2 Cor. v. 7. 1 'Tis by the faith of joys to come We walk through deserts dark as night ; Till we arrive at heav'n our home, Faith is our guide, and faith our light. 116 FAITH. 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 heav'nly ray ; Though lions roar, and tempests blow, And rocks and dangers fill the way. 4 So Abra'm, by divine command, Left his own house to walk with God ; His faith beheld the promis'd land, And fir'd his zeal along the road. 150. L. M. Watts. Believe and be saved. John iii. 16 — 18. 1 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 lov'd the race of men 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. 4 But wrath and condemnation lies On rebels who refuse the grace : Who God's beloved Son despise, The hottest hell will be their place. FAITH. 117 1ST. C. M. Watts. A living and a dead faith. James ii, 17 — 20, 1 Mistaken souls, that dream of heav'n, And make their empty boast Of inward joys, and sins forgiv'n, While they are slaves to lust. 2 Vain are our fancies, airy flights, If faith be cold and dead : None but a living faith unites To Christ the living head. 3 'Tis faith that changes all the heart ; 'Tis faith that works by love ; That bids all sinful joys depart, And lifts the thoughts above. 4 'Tis faith that conquers earth and hell By a celestial pow'r : This is the grace that shall prevail In the decisive hour. 158. L. M. Watts. Psalm lxii. 1 Our spirits look to God alone, Our rock and refuge is his throne ; In all our fears, in all our straits, We would on his salvation wait. 2 Trust him, ye saints, in all your ways, Four out your hearts before his face ; When helpers fail, when foes invade* God is our all-sufficient aid, 118 FAITH. 3 False are the men of high degree, The baser sort are vanity: Laid in the balance, both appear Light as a puff of empty air. 4 Make not increasing gold your trust, Nor set your hearts on glitt'ring dust : Why will you grasp the fleeting smoke, And not believe what God hath spoke 3 5 Once has his awful voice declar'd, Once and again our ears have heard, All pow'r is his eternal due, He must be fear'd and trusted too. 1 59. C. M. Needham. Faith of the Ancients. Heb. vi. 12. 1 Rise, O our souls, pursue the path By ancient heroes trod : Ambitious view those holy men, Who liv'd and walk'd with God. 2 Though dead, they speak in reason's ear, And in example live ; Their faith, and hope, and mighty deeds, Still fresh instruction give. 3 'Twas through the Lamb's most precious blood, They conquer'd ev'ry foe ; And to his pow'r and matchless grace, Their crowns and honour owe. 4 Lord, may we ever keep in view The patterns thou hast giv'n j FAITH. 119 And ne'er forsake the blessed road, Which led them safe to heav'n. 16©. C. M. Turner. The power of Faith 1 Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss. And saves us from its snares : Its aid in ev'ry duty brings, And softens all our cares: 2 Extinguishes the thirst for sin, And lights the sacred fire Of love to G 1, and heav'rily things,. And feedc Le pure desire. 3 The wounded conscience knows its pow'r* The healing balm to give ; That 1 aim, the saddest heart can cheer. And make the dying live. 4 Wide it unveils celestial worlds, Where deathless pleasures reign } And bids us seek our portion there, Nor bids us seek in vain. 161. C. M. Doddridge. Living while in the flesh by faith in Christ. Gal. ii. 20. 1 Our Jesus, while in mortal flesh We hold our frail abode ; Still would our spirits rest on thee, Our Saviour and our God. 2 By hourly faith in thee we live 'Midst all our griefs and snares » 120 HOPE. And death, encounter'd in thy sight, No form of horror wears. 3 Yes, thou hast lov'd this sinful world, Hast giv'n thyself for us ; Hast bought us from eternal death, Naii'd to the bloody cross. 4 On that dear cross we fix our eyes, Then raise them to thy seat, Till love dissolves our inmost soul, At our Redeemer's feet. 5 Be dead, our hearts, to worldly charms, Be dead to ev'ry sin ; And tell the boldest foes without, That Jesus reigns within. HOPE. 162. L. M. Watts. Hope in the Covenant. Heb. vi. 17 — 19. 1 How oft have sin and Satan strove To rend our souls from thee, our God ! But everlasting is thy love, And Jesus seal'd it with his blood. 2 The oath and promise of the Lord, Join to confirm the wond'rous grace ; Eternal pow'r performs the word, And fills all heav'n with endless praise HOPE, 121 3 Amidst temptations sharp and long. Our souls to this dear refuge fly ; Hope is our anchor firm and strong, Till tempests cease and billows die. 4 The gospel bears our spirits up : A faithful and unchanging God Laid the foundation for our hope r In oaths, and promises, and blood. 163. C. M. Watts. Hope of heaven by the resurrection of Christ. 1 Pet. i. 3—5. 1 Bless'd be the everlasting God, The Father of our Lord : Be his abounding mercy prais'd, His majesty ador'd. 2 When from the dead he rais'd his Son, And call'd him to the sky ; He gave our souls a lively hope That they should never die. 3 What though our inbred sins require Our flesh to see the dust ; Yet as the Lord our Saviour rose, So all his foll'wers must. 4 There's an inheritance divine, Reserv'd against that day ; 'Tis uncorrupted, undefil'd, And cannot fade aw a v. 5 Saints by the pow'r of God are kept, Till the salvation come ; 11 122 HOPE. We walk by faith, as strangers here, Till Christ shall call us home. 164. L. M. Watts. Courage in death, and hope of the resurrection. Ps. xvi. 1 When God is nigh, our faith is strong, His arm is our almighty prop : Be glad our heart, rejoice our tongue, Our dying flesh shall rest in hope. 2 Though in the dust we lay our head, Yet, gracious Lord, thou wilt not leave Our souls for ever with the dead, Nor lose thy children in the grave. 3 Our flesh shall thy first call obey, Shake off the dust, and rise on high ; Then shalt thou lead the wond'rous way, Up to thy throne above the sky. 4 There streams of endless pleasure flow ; xlnd full discoveries of thy grace, (Which we but tasted here below) Spread heav'nly joys through all the place. 165. L. M. Steele. Hope encouraged by a view of the Divine Perfections. 1 Sam. xxx. 6. 1 Why sinks our weak desponding mind ? Why heave our hearts the anxious sigh ? Can sov'reign goodness be unkind 1 Are we not safe when God is nigh ? 2 He holds all nature in his hand, That gracious hand, on which we live, HOPE. J 23 Does life, and time, and death command, And has immortal joys to give. 3 'Pis he supports our fainting frame ; On him alone our hopes recline ; The wond'rous glories of his name, How wide they spread, how bright they shine! 4 Infinite wisdom ! boundless pow'r ! Unchanging faithfulness and love ! Here let us trust, while we adore, Nor from our refuse e'er remove. 5 Forgive our doubts, O gracious Lord ! And ease the sorrows of our breast ; Speak to our souls the cheering word, That we are thine ; we then are blest. 166. C. M. Heginbothom. Good Hope through Grace. 1 Come humble souls, ye mourners come, And wipe away your tears : Adieu to all your sad complaints, Your sorrows and your fears. 2 Come, shout aloud the Father's grace, And sing the Saviour's love : Soon shall you join the glorious theme, In loftier strains above. 3 Thanks to our God for ev'ry gift His bounteous hands bestow ; And thanks eternal for that love Whence all those comforts flow. 124 HOPE. 4 For ever let our grateful hearts His bount'ous grace adore ; Which gives ten thousand blessings now. And bids us hope for more. *5 Transporting hope ! still on our souls May his sweet glories shine, Till all our pow'rs are lost in joys Immortal, and divine. 167. 7s. Cennick. Rejoicing in hope, Rom xii. 12. Luke xii. 32. 1 Children of the heav'nly King, As ye journey, sweetly sing ; Sing your Saviour's worthy praise, Glorious in his works and ways. 2 Ye are trav'ling home to God, In the way the father's 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 prepar'd, There your kingdom and reward. 4 Fear not, brethren, joyful stand On the borders of your land ; Jesus Christ, the Father's Son, Bids you, undismay'd, go on. 5 Lord ! submissive make us go, Gladly leaving all below"; love. 125 Only thou our leader be, And we still will follow thee. 168. C. M. Coombes. Flying to Christ under trouble. Heb. ii. 18. 1 In ev'ry trouble, sharp and strong, Our souls to Jesus fly : Our anchor — hope is firm in him, When swelling billows rise. 2 His comforts bear our spirits up, We trust a faithful God ; The sure foundation of our hope Is in a Saviour's blood. 3 Loud hallelujahs sing, our souls, To the Redeemer's name ; In joy, in sorrow, life and death, His love is still the same. liOVE. 169. C. M. Watts. Love to God. Happy the heart where graces reign, Where love inspires the breast : Love is the brightest of the train, And strengthens ail the rest. Knowledge, alas ! 'tis all in vain, And all in vain our fear ; 126 LOVE. Our stubborn sins will fight and reign, If love be absent there. 3 'Tis love that makes our cheerful feet In swift obedience move ; The devils know, and tremble too ; But Satan cannot love. 4 This is the grace that lives and sings, When faith and hope shall cease : 'Tis this shall strike our joyful strings In the sweet realms of bliss. 5 Before we quite forsake our clay, Or leave this dark abode, The wings of love bears us away To see our smiling God. 170. 8s. Francis. Supreme love to Christ. 1 Our gracious Redeemer we love, His praises aloud we'll proclaim ; And join with the armies above, To shout his adorable name : To gaze on thy glories divine, Be, Lord, our eternal employ ; To feel them incessantly shine, Our boundless, ineffable joy. 2 He freely redeem'd, with his blood, Our souls from the confines of hell ; To live on the smiles of our God, And in his sw r eet presence to dwell : --3LOVE, 1 27 To shine with the angels of light, With saints and with seraphs to sing ; To view, with eternal delight, Our Jesus, our Saviour, our King. 3 Ye palaces, sceptres, and crowns. Your pride with disdain we survey ; Your pomps are hut shadows and sounds, And pass in a moment away : The crown that our Saviour hestows, Yon permanent sun shall outshine ; Our joy everlastingly flows, Through realms of ineffable day. 171. S. M. Watts. Christ unseen and beloved. 1 Pet. i. 8. i 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 heav'n begins below. 172. C. M. -Doddridge. Christ Beloved, and precious to the Believer. 1 Pet, ii. 7 1 Jesus, we love thy charming name, 'Tis music to our ear ; 128 LOVE. Fain would we sound it out so loud, That earth and heav'n might hear. 2 Yes ; thou art precious to our souls, Our life, our joy, our trust : Jewels, or gold, compar'd with thee, Are toys and sordid dust. 3 Thy grace shall dwell upon our hearts, And shed its fragrance there ; To cleanse and heal our various wounds, To soothe our ev'ry care. 4 We'll speak the honours of thy name, With our expiring breath ; And dying, triumph in thy cross, The antidote of death. 173. S. M. Fawcett. Love to the Brethren. 1 Blest be the tie that binds Our hearts in christian love ; The fellowship of kindred minds Is like to that above. 2 Before our Father's throne, We pour our ardent pray'rs : 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. LOVE. 129 I When we asunder part, It gives us inward pain ; But we shall still be join'd in heart, And hope to meet again. "j This glorious hope revives Our courage by the way ; While each in expectation lives, And longs to see the day. 5 From sorrow, toil, and pain, And sin, we shall be free ; And perfect love and friendship reign Through 'all eternity. 174. C. M. Swain. Brotherly Love. Ps. cxxxiii. 1. 1 How sweet, how heav'nly is the sight, When those who love the Lord, In one another's peace delight, And so fulfil his word. 2 O may we feel each brother's sigh, And with him bear a part : May sorrows flow from eye to eye, And joy from heart to heart. 3 Free us from envy, scorn, and pride, Our wishes fix above ; May each his brother's failings hide, And show a brother's love. 4 Let love in one delightful stream, Through ev'ry bosom flow ; 130 LOVE. And union sweet, and dear esteem, In ev'ry action glow. 5 Love is the golden chain that binds The happy souls above ; And he's an heir of heav'n, that finds His bosom glow with love. 175. CM. Watts.. Brotherly Love, Psalm cxxxiii. 1 Lo ! what an entertaining sight, Are brethren that agree ; Brethren, whose cheerful hearts unite In bands of piety. 2 When streams of love from Christ, the spring, Descend to ev^ry soul, And heav'nly peace, with balmy wing, Shades and bedews the whole. 3 'Tis like the oil divinely sweet, On Aaron's rev'rend head; The trickling drops perfum'd his feet, And o'er his garments spread. 4 'Tis pleasant as the morning dews That fall on Zion's hill, Where God his mildest glory shows, And makes his grace distil. 176. L. M. Watts. Christian Love. Rom. xiv. 17. 19. 1 Not difF'rent food nor diff'rent dress, Compose the kingdom of our Lord ; LOVE. i But peace, and joy, and righteousness, Faith and obedience to his word. 2 When weaker brethren we despise, We do the gospel mighty wrong : For God, the gracious and the wise, Receives the feeble with the strong. 3 Let pride and wrath be banish'd hence, Meekness and love our souls pursue ; Nor should our practice give offence To saints, the Gentile, or the Jew. 177. S. M. Beddome. Christian Love. Gal. iii. 28. 1 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 abound ; Heirs of the same inheritance, Should be in union found. 3 Let envy, child of hell, Be banish'd from our sight ; Those should in strictest friendship dwell* Who in the Lord delight. 4 Thus will the church below Resemble that above, Where streams of pleasure ever flow* And ev'ry heart is love* 132 LOVE. 118. CM. Doddridge. Love to our Enemies. Luke xxiii. 34. 1 Aloud we sing the wond'rous grace, Christ to his murd'rers bare; Which made the tort'ring cross its throne, And hung its trophies there. 2 " Father, forgive !" his mercy cry'd, With his expiring breath ; And drew eternal blessings down, On those who wrought his death. 3 Jesus, this wond'rous love we sing ! And, whilst we sing, admire ; Breathe on our souls, and kindle there The same celestial fire. 4 Sway'd by thy dear example, we For enemies will pray : With love, their hatred, and their curse, With blessings, we'll repay. 179. L. M. Brown. Love to all Mankind. 1 O God, our Saviour and our King, Of all we have, or hope, the spring ! Send down thy Spirit from above, And warm our hearts with holy love. 2 With pity let our breasts o'erflow, When we behold a wretch in wo, And bear a sympathizing part With all who are of heavy heart. LOVE, 133 3 Yea, should our neighbour spiteful prove, Still let us vanquish spite with love ; Slow to resent, though he would grieve, But always ready to forgive. 4 Let love in all our conduct shine, An image fair, though faint, to thine : Let us thine humble foll'wers prove, Father of grace, and God of love ! 180. L. M. Watts. Religion vain without Love, 1 Cor. xiii. 1 — 3. 1 Had we the tongues of Greeks and Jews, And nobler speech than angels use, If love be absent, we are found Like tinkling brass, an empty sound. 2 Were we inspir'd to preach and tell All that is done in heav'n and hell ; Or could our faith the w r orld remove, Still we are nothing without love. 3 Should we distribute all our store, To relieve the suffering poor, Or give our bodies to the flame, To gain a martyr's glorious name : 4 If love to God and love to men Be absent, all our hopes are vain ; Nor tongues, nor gifts, nor fiery zeal* The work of love can e'er fulfil. 12 134 LOVE. 181. CM. Stennett. All attainments vain without love. 1 Cor. xiii. 1 — 3. 1 Should bounteous nature kindly pour, Her richest gifts on me; Still, O my God, I should be poor, If void of love to thee. 2 Not shining wit, nor manly sense, Could make us truly good ; Not zeal itself could recompense, The want of love to God. 3 Did we possess the gift of tongues, But were without that grace ; Our loudest words, our loftiest songs, Would be but sounding brass. 4 Though thou should'st give us heav'nly skill, Each myst'ry to explain ; If we'd no heart to do thy will, Our knowledge would be vain. 5 Had we so strong a faith, O God, As mountains to remove ; No faith can do us any good, That does not work by love. 6 What though, to gratify our pride, And make our heav'n secure, All our possessions we divide Among the hungry poor : 7 What though our bodies we consign, To the devouring flame, In hopes the glorious deed will shine, In rolls of endless fame ! CHRISTIAN GRACES. 135 S These splendid acts of vanity, Though all the world applaud ; If destitute of charity, Can never please our God. 9 O grant us, then, this one request, And we'll be satisfy'd ; That love divine may rule our breast, And all our actions guide. 182. CM. Needham. The armour of God. Eph. vi. 11 — 17. 1 Stand up, ye saints, and boldly inarch Against your mighty foes ; For Jesus fought the hosts of hell, And conquer'd when he rose. 2 Put on the armour of the Lord, With truth gird up your loins ; No earthly armour is so bright, Or with such lustre shines. 3 Stand fast in ev'ry evil day, Stand, and your foes defy ; Victorious faith shall gain the field, And all your foes shall fly. 4 Fear not, your Leader has subdu'd The pow'rs of death and hell ; Dying, he conquer'd all his foes, And triumph'd when he fell. 5 From heav'n, see Jesus holds to view A bright immortal crown ; 136 CHRISTIAN GRACES. Fight on, for this shall grace your brow, Whene'er your warfare's done. 183. S. M. Weslev. "Put on the whole armour of God." Eph, vi. 11. 1 Soldiers of Christ, arise, And put your armour on ; Strong in the strength which God supplies, In his beloved Son. 2 Strong in the Lord of hosts, And mighty in his pow'r ; Who in the strength of Jesus trusts Is more than conqueror. 3 Put on then, for the fight, The armour of your God ; And, trusting in your Leader's might, Pursue the path he trod. 4 Lord, grant, that all things done, And all our conflicts past, We may o'ercome, through thee alone, And stand entire at last. 184. 148th. Hiough faint, yet pursuing. Judges viii. 4, 5, Soldiers of Christ, arise, And put your armour on ; Engage your enemies, Let ev'ry fear be gone : CHRISTIAN GRACES. 137 Now take the field, the fight renew, And never yield, though faint, pursue. 2 Though sin, and death, and hell, Your heav'nly march oppose ; Fear not, it shall be well, God will confound your foes : Go on, ye saints, the fight renew, And Gideon like, though faint, pursue. 3 Ne'er lay your weapons down, 'Till death shall close the strife ; 'Till you receive a crown Of everlasting life : On God depend, the fight renew, As Gideon conquer'd, so shall you. 4 Come feed on heav'nly bread, 'Twill make you strong to fight ; God will supply your need, And put your foes to flight : His arm is strong, his word is true, Ye saints, go on, though faint, pursue. 185. L. M. Benevolence. 1 what stupendous mercy shines Around the Majesty of heav'n ! Rebels, he deigns to call his sons, Their souls renew'd, their sins forgiv'n. 2 Go, imitate the grace divine, The grace that blazes like a sun ; Hold forth your fair, though feeble light, Through all your lives let mercy run. 12* 188 CHRISTIAN C4RACES. 3 Upon your bounty's willing wings Swift let the kind assistance fiy ; The hungry feed, the naked clothe ; To pain and sickness help apply. 4 Pity the weeping widow's wo, And be her counsellor and stay ; Adopt the fatherless, and sooth The much afflicted on their way. 5 When all is done, renounce your deeds, Renounce self- righteousness with scorn;' Thus will you glorify your God, And thus the Christian name adorn. 186. CM. Barbauld. Benevolence. 1 Bless'd is the man whose soft'ning heart, Feels all another's pain ; To whom the supplicating eye Was never rais'd in vain. 2 Whose breast expands with gen'rous warmth A stranger's woes to feel ; And bleeds in pity o'er the wound He wants the pow'r to heal. 3 He spreads his kind supporting arms, To ev'ry child of grief; His secret bounty largely flows, And brings unask'd relief. 4 To gentle offices of love His feet are never slow ; He views, through mercy's melting eye, A brother in a foe. CHRISTIAN GRACES, 139 187. C. M. Watts. Confidence. 2 Tim. i. 12, 1 We 're not asham'd to own our Lord, Or to defend his cause, Maintain the honour of his word, The glory of his cross. 2 Jesus, our Lord, we know thy name, Thy name is all our trust : Nor wilt thou put our souls to shame, Nor let our hope be lost. 3 Firm as thy throne thy promise stands, And thou canst well secure, What we've committed to thy hands Till the decisive hour. 4 Then thou wilt all thy servants own Before the Father's face, And in the new Jerusalem Appoint our souls a place. 188. L. M. Beddome. Contentment. Pro v. xxx. 7- — 9. 1 Fountain of blessing ever bless'd, Enriching all, of all possess'd, By whom the whole creation's fed, Give us, each day, our daily bread. 2 To thee our very life we owe, From thee do all our comforts flow ; And ev'ry blessing which we need Must from thy bounteous hand proceed. 140 CHRISTIAN GRACES. 3 Great things are not what we desire, Nor dainty meat, nor rich attire ; Content with little would we be, That little, Lord, must come from thee* 4 While wicked men with all their store, Are ever grasping after more ; With Agur's wish we're satisfy'd, Nor grudge them all the world beside. 189. C. M. Ryland. Delight in God. Ps. xxxvii. 4. 1 O Lord, we would delight in thee, And on thy care depend ; To thee in ev'ry trouble flee, Our best, our only friend. 2 When all created streams are dry'd, Thy fulness is the same ; May we with this be satisfy'd, And glory in thy name. P Why should the soul a drop bemoan, Who has a fountain near ; A fountain which will ever run With waters sweet and clear ? 4 O, that we had but stronger faith, To look within the veil, To credit what the Saviour saith, Whose word can never fail ! 5 Lord, we cast our care on thee, We triumph and adore ; CHRISTIAN GRACES. 141 Henceforth our great concern shall be, To love and please thee more. 190. S. M. Doddridge. Diligence and holy zeal. Luke xiii. 35 — 38. 1 Ye servants of the Lord, Each in his office wait ; Observant of his heav'nly word, And watchful at his gate. 2 Let all your lamps be bright, And trim the golden flame ; Gird up your loins, as in his sight, For awful is his name. 3 Watch, 'tis your Lord's command, And while we speak, he's near ; Mark the first signal of his hand, And ready all appear. 4 O hap*py servant he, In such a posture found ! He shall his Lord with rapture see, And be with honour crown'd. 5 Christ shall the banquet spread, With his own bounteous hand ; And raise that faithful servant's head. Amidst th' angelic band. 191. CM. Beddome. Diligence and holy zeal. 1 While carnal men, with all their might, Earth's vanities pursue, 142 CHRISTIAN GRACES. How slow th' advances which we make, With heav'n itself in view. 2 Inspire our souls with holy zeal ; Great God, our love inflame ! Religion, without zeal and love, Is but an empty name. 3 To gain the top of Zion's hill, We would with fervour strive ; And all those pow'rs employ for thee, Which we from thee derive. 192. C. M. Watts. Fortitude. 1 Cor. xvi. 13. 1 Are we the soldiers of the cross, The foll'wers of the Lamb 1 And shall we fear to own his cause, Or blush to speak his name 1 2 Must we be carried to the skies, On flow'ry beds of ease ; While others fought to win the prize, And saiPd through bloody seas 1 3 Are there no foes for us to face 1 Must we not stem the flood? Is this vain world a friend to grace, To help us on to God ? 4 Sure we must fight, if we would reign ; Increase our courage, Lord ! We'll bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported by thy word. CHRISTIAN GRACES. 143 5 Thy saints in all this glorious war, Shall conquer though they're slain ; They see the triumph from afar, And shall with Jesus reign. 6 When that illustrious day shall rise, And all thine armies shine ; One blissful song shall rend the skies, The glory, Lord, is thine. 193. C. M. Watts. . Fortitude. 1 Do we believe what Jesus saith, And think the gospel true 1 Lord, make us bold to own our faith, And practise virtue too, 2 Suppress our shame, subdue our fear ; Arm us with heav'nly zeal, That we may make thy pow'r appear, And works of praise fulfil. 3 If men should see our virtues shine, And spread the same abroad ; Thine is the pow'r, the praise is thine, Our Saviour and our God. 4 Thus when the saints in glory meet, Their lips proclaim thy grace ; They cast their honours at thy feet, And own their borrow'd rays. 144 CHRISTIAN GRACES. 194. C. M. Fawcett. Godliness. 1 Tim. iv. 8. 1 How vast the blessings, how divine, From godliness which flow ! Not men, nor angels, should they join. Can half its value show ! 2 Ten thousand comforts it procures To Christians, while on earth ; It endless happiness secures, And frees from endless death. 3 God, for himself, hath set apart The godly, whom he loves : They have a place within his heart ; Their conduct he approves. 4 A glorious kingdom, and a crown, Christ will on such bestow ; In them the seeds of bliss are sown, And fruits of glory grow. 195. L. M. Gratitude to Christ, 1 To him who on the fatal cross, Pour'd out his blood, his life, for us ; In grateful strains our voice we'll raise. And in his service spend our days. 2 To list'ning multitudes we'll tell How he redeemed our souls from hell ; And how, reposing on his breast, We lost our cares, and found our rest, CHRISTIAN GRACES. 145 3 Through him our sins are all forgiv'n, He ever pleads our cause in heav'n ; We'll build an altar to his name, And to the world his grace proclaim. 196. CM. Gratitude, 1 Ye saints of ev'ry rank, with joy ? To God your off 'rings bring ; Let towns and cities, hills, and vales, With loud hosannas ring. 2 Let him receive the glory due To his exalted name ; With thankful hearts and voices rais'd. His wond'rous deeds proclaim. 3 Praise him in elevated strains, And make the world to know, How great the Master whom you serve, And yet how gracious too. 197. L. M. Watts. Holiness. Tit. ii. 10— 13. 1 So let our lips and lives express The holy gospel we profess : So let our works and virtues shine, To prove the doctrine all divine. 2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad The honours of our Saviour God ; When the salvation reigns within, And grace subdues the pow'r of sin. 13 146 CHRISTIAN GRACES. 3 Our flesh and sense must be deny'd, Passion and envy, lust and pride ; While justice, temp'rance,, truths and love s Our inward piety approve. 4 Religion bears our spirits up, While we expect that blessed hope,. The bright appearance of the Lord, And faith stands leaning on his word~ 198. C. M. Gibbons. Holiness. Heb. xiiu 20, 21. 1 Now may the God of peace and love, Who from th' impris'ning grave Restor'd the Shepherd of the sheep, Omnipotent to save, 2 Through the rich merits of that bloody Which he on Calv'ry spilt, To make the gospel cov'nant sure, On which our hopes are built, 3 Perfect our souls in ev'ry grace T' accomplish all his will ; And all that's pleasing in his sight Inspire us to fulfil ! 4 For the great Mediator's sake r We ev'ry blessing pray ; With glory let his name be crown'd Through heav'n's eternal day ! 199. C. M. Wesley. Holiness. 1 Let him to whom we now belong. His sov'reign right assert ; CHRISTIAN GRACES. 147 And take up ev'ry thankful song, And ev'ry loving heart. 2 He justly claims us for his own, Who bought us with a price ; The Christian lives to Christ alone, To Christ alone he dies. 3 Jesus, thine own at last receive, Fulfil our heart's desire ; And let us to thy glory live, And in thy cause expire* 4 Our souls and bodies we resign ; With joy we render thee Our all, no longer ours, but thine, To all eternity. 200. L. M. Scott. Humility. i Was pride, alas, e'er made for man] Blind, erring, guilty creature he; His birth so mean, his life a span, His wisdom less than vanity. 2 Though wealth and pow'r, with dazzling rays, And pageant state this nothing dress ; On the fair idol shall we gaze, And envy that as happiness? 3 Jesus, by thy instructions taught, Our foolish passions are repress'd ; We blush at our misguided thought, Aud see and call the humble bless'd. 148 CHRISTIAN GRACES. 4 To know ourselves, to learn of thee, And bend our necks beneath thy yoke : Thus dictates true humility, To practise what our God has spoke* 201. C. M. Watts. Humility. Ps. cxxxi. 1 Is there ambition in our heart ? Search, gracious God, and see ; Or do we act a haughty part ? Lord, we appeal to thee. 2 We charge our thoughts, be humble still* And all our carriage mild ; Content, our Father, with thy will. And quiet as a child. 8 The patient soul, the lowly mind, Shall have a large reward ; Let saints in sorrow lie resigned, And trust a faithful Lord. 202. 7s. Humility. 1 Lord, if thou thy grace impart, Poor in spirit, meek in heart, We shall, as our Master, be Rooted in humility. 2 Simple, teachable, and mild ; Waiting, as a little child : Pleas'd with all the Lord provides,, Wean'd from all the world besides CHRISTIAN GRACES, H9 3 Father, fix our souls on thee ; Ev'ry evil let us flee ; Nothing want, beneath, above, Happy in thy precious love. 4 O that all may seek, and find Ev'ry good in Jesus join'd ! Kim let Isr'ei still adore, Trust him, praise him evermore. 203. S. M. Doddridge. Humility. Ps. cxlix. 4. 1 Ye humble souls, rejoice, And cheerful praises sing ; Wake all your harmony of voice, For Jesus is your King. 2 He brings salvation near, For which his blood was paid : How beauteous shall your souls appear, Thus sumptuously array'd ! 5 That meek and lowly Lord, Whom here your souls have known, Pledges the honour of his word T' avow you for his own. I Salvation, Lord, is thine, And all thy saints confess, The royal robes, in which they shine, Were wrought by sov'reign grace. 204. S. M. Watts. Joy. I Come, we that love the Lord, And let our joys be known ; 13 150 CHRISTIAN GRACES. Join in a song with sweet accord, And thus surround the throne. 2 The sorrows of the mind Be banish'd from this place ; Religion never was design'd To make our pleasures less. 3 Let those refuse to sing That never knew our God : But fav'rites of the heav'nly King May speak their joys abroad. 4 The men of grace have found Glory begun below ; Celestial fruits on earthly ground, From faith and hope may grow. 5 The hill of Zion yields A thousand sacred sweets, Before we reach the heav'nly fields, Or walk the golden streets. 6 Then let our songs abound, And ev'ry tear be dry ; We're marching through Immanuel's ground, To fairer worlds on high. 205. S. M. Doddridge. Joy. Now let our voices join To form a sacred song ; We, pilgrims in Jehovah's ways, With praises pass along. CHRISTIAN GRACES, 151 How strait the path appears, How open and how fair ! No lurking snares entrap our feet, No fierce destroyer there. But flow'rs of paradise In rich profusion spring ; The Sun of glory gilds the path, And dear companions sing. See ! Salem's golden spires In beauteous prospect rise ; And brighter crowns than mortals wear, Are sparkling through the skies. All honour to his name, Who marks the shining way ; And safely leads the pilgrims on To realms of endless day. 206. L. M. Gibbons. Patience. Luke xxi. 19. 1 Patience ! O, 'tis a grace divine ! Sent from the God of pow'r and love, Submissive to its Father's hand, As through the wilds of life we rove. 2 By patience, we serenely bear The troubles of our mortal state, And wait contented our discharge, Nor think our glory comes too late. 3 Though we, in full sensation, feel The weight, the wounds, our God ordains, 152 CHRISTIAN GRACES, We smile amidst our heaviest woes, And triumph in our sharpest pains. 4 O for this grace ! to aid us on, And arm with fortitude the breast, Till life's tumultuous voyage o'er, We reach the shores of endless rest ! 6 Faith into vision shall resign ; Hope shall in full fruition die ; And patience in possession end, In the bright worlds of bliss on high. 207. L. M. Stennett. Perseverance desired. 1 Jesus, our Saviour, and our God, Thou hast redeem'd us with thy blood ; By ties, both nat'ral and divine, We trust, we ever shall be thine. 2 But ah ! should our inconstant heart, Ere we ? re aware, from thee depart ; What dire reproach would on us be, For such ingratitude to thee ! 3 The thought we dread, the crime we hate ; The guilt, the shame we deprecate : And yet, so mighty are our foes, We dare not trust our warmest vows. 4 Pity our frailty, dearest Lord ! Grace in the needful hour afford : O steel these tim'rous hearts of thine With fortitude and love divine. CHRISTIAN GRACES. 15 5 Then shall we triumph o'er our fears. And gather joys from all our tears ; Then shall we to the world proclaim The honours of the Christian name, 208. C. M. Fawcett. Perseverance. 1 Lord, hast thou made us know thy ways ? Conduct us in thy fear ; And grant us such supplies of grace, That we may persevere. 2 O never let us turn aside, Nor leave the path divine : Let faith, and love, and zeal abide ; Let patience ne'er decline. 3 Supported by a lively hope, May we the storms endure ; Let sov'reign mercy hold us up, And we shall walk secure. 4 Should all the pow'rs of darkness strive, Our peace to discompose ; Upheld by thee, our souls shall live Triumphant o'er our foes. 5 Be thou our all- sufficient friend, Till all these toils shall cease ; Guard us through life, and let our end Be everlasting peace. 209. S. M. Watts. Persevering Grace. Jude 24, 25. ] To God the only wise, Our Saviour and our King ; 154 CHRISTIAN GRACES. Let all the saints below the skies, Their humble praises bring. 2 'Tis his almighty love, His counsel and his care, Preserv-es us safe from sin and death, And ev'ry hurtful snare. S He will present our souls Unblemish'd and complete, Before the glory of his face, With joys divinely great. 4 Then all the chosen seed Shall meet around the throne ; Shall bless the conduct of his grace, And make his wonders known. 5 To our Redeemer-God, Wisdom and pow'r belongs, Immortal crowns of majesty, And everlasting songs. 210. C. M. Doddridge. The Christian Race. Philip, iii. 12 — 14. 1 Awake, our souls, stretch ev'ry nerve : And press with vigour on : A heav'nly race demands our zeal, And an immortal crown. 2 What clouds of witnesses, unseen, Encompass us around ! Men, once like us by suffering try'd, But now with glory crown'd. CHRISTIAN GRACES. 155 3 Let us, with zeal like theirs inspir'd, Pursue the Christian race ; And, freed from each incumbering weight, Their holy footsteps trace. 4 Behold a witness nobler still, Affliction's path who trod ; Jesus, our Leader and Reward, Our Saviour and our God. 5 Bless'd Saviour ! introduc'd by thee, Have we our race begun ; And, crown'd with vict'ry, at thy feet We'll lay our laurels down. 211. L. M. Watts. The Christian Race. Is. xl. 28—31. 1 Awake, our souls, away our fears, Let ev'ry trembling thought be gone i Awake, and run the heav'nly race, And put a cheerful courage on. 2 True, 'tis a strait and thorny path, And mortal spirits tire and faint ; But they forget the mighty God, That feeds the strength of ev'ry saint. 3 The mighty God, whose matchless pow'r Is ever new and ever young, And firm endures, while endless years Their everlasting circles run. 4 From thee, the over-flowing spring, Our souls shall drink a fresh supply ; 156 CHRISTIAN GRACES. While such as trust their native strength, Shall melt away, and droop and die. 5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air, We'll mount aloft to thine abode ; On wings of love our souls shall fly, Nor tire amidst the heav'nly road. 212. C. M. Doddridge. Rejoicing. Is. xxxv. 8 — 10. 1 Sing, ye redeemed of the Lord, Your great deliv'rer sing : Pilgrims, for Zion's city bound, Rejoice in Christ your King. 2 See the fair way his hand hath rais'd ; How holy and how plain ! Nor shall the simplest trav'ller err, Or ask the track in vain. 3 No rav'ning lion shall destroy, Nor lurking serpent wound : Pleasure and safety, peace and praise, Through all the path are found. 4 His hand divine shall lead us on, Through all the blissful road ; Till to the sacred mount we rise, And see our glorious God. 5 There perfect, never-fading joy, Shall bloom on evVy head ; While sorrow, sighing, and distress. Like shadows, all are fled. CHRISTIAN GRACES. 157 213. L. M. Doddridge, Rejoicing in God. Jer. is. 23, 24. 1 The righteous Lord, supremely great, Maintains his universal state ; O'er all the earth his pow'r extends ; All heav'n before his footstool bends. 2 Yet justice still with pow'r presides, And mercy all his empire guides : Mercy and truth are his delight, And saints are lovely in his sight. 3 No more, ye wise ! your wisdom boast ; No more, ye strong ! your valour trust ; No more, ye rich ! survey your store, Elate with heaps of shining ore. 4 Rejoice, ye saints, in this alone, That God, your God, to you is known : That you have own'd his sov'reign sway, That you have felt his cheering ray. 5 Our wisdom, wealth, and pow'r, we find In one Jehovah all combin'd : On him we fix our roving eyes, And all our souls in raptures rise. 214. CM. Watts. Repentance and Faith in the Blood of Christ. Ps. li. 14 — 17, I O God of mercy ! hear our call, Our load of guilt remove ; Break down this separating wall That bars us from thy love. 14 158 CHRISTIAN GRACES. 2 Give us the presence of thy grace, Then our rejoicing tongues Shall speak aloud thy righteousness, And make thy praise our songs. 3 No blood of goats, nor heifer slain, For sin could e'er atone ; The death of Christ shall still remain Sufficient, and alone. 4 A soul opprest with sin's desert, Our God will ne'er despise ; A humble groan, a broken heart, Is our best sacrifice. 215. CM. Steele. Penitence and Hope. 1 Dear Saviour! when our thoughts recall The wonders of thy grace ; Low at thy feet asham'd we fall, And hide our blushing face. 2 Shall love like thine be thus repaid 1 Ah, vile ungrateful heart ! By earth's low cares detain'd — betray'd, From Jesus to depart. 3 From Jesus, who alone can give, True pleasure, peace, and rest ; When absent from our Lord, we live Un satisfy 'd, unblest. 4 But he, for his own mercy's sake, Our wand'ring souls restores ; CHRISTIAN GRACES. 159 He bids the mourning heart partake, The pardon it implores. Oh, while we breathe to thee our Lord, The penitential sigh ; Confirm the kind forgiving word, With pity in thine eye. 216. L. M. Beddome. The Prodigal son ; or, the repenting sinner accepted. Luke xv. 32. 1 The mighty God will not despise, The contrite heart for sacrifice ; The deep-fetch'd sigh, the secret groan, Rises accepted to the throne. 2 He meets, with tokens of his grace, The trembling lip, the blushing face ; His bowels yearn when sinners pray ; And mercy bears their sins away. 3 When fill'd with grief, o'erwhelm'd with shame, He, pitying, heals their broken frame; He hears their sad complaints, and spies His image in their weeping eyes. 4 Thus, what a rapt'rous joy possest The tender parent's throbbing breast, To see his spendthrift son return, And hear him his past follies mourn ! !G0 CHRISTIAN GRACES. 217. C. 3\f. Steele. The Penitent. 1 O Thou, whose tender mercy hears Contrition's humble sigh ; Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears From sorrow's weeping eye : 2 See, low before thy throne of grace, We wretch'd wanderers mourn ; Hast thou not bid us seek thy face? Hast thou not said — Return 1 3 And shall our guilty fears prevail To drive us from thy feet? Oh, let not this dear refuge fail^ This only safe retreat ! 4 Oh, shine on ev'ry sinful heart, With beams of mercy shine ; And let thy healing voice impart A taste of joys divine. 218. C. M. Watts. Penitence, and Salvation by Grace. Tit. iii. 3 — 7. 1 Lord, we confess our num'rous faults, How great our guilt has been ! Foolish, and vain, were all our thoughts, And all our lives were sin. - 2 But O our souls, for ever praise, For ever love his name ; Who turns our feet from dang'rous ways Of folly, sin, and shame. CHRISTIAN GRACES. 161 3 'Tis not by works of righteousness, Which our own hands have done ; But we are sav'd by sovereign grace Abounding through his Son. 4 Rais'd from the dead, we live anew; And justify 'd by grace, We shall appear in glory too, And see our Father's face. 219. C. M. Beddome. Resignation. 1 Our times of sorrow and of joy, Great God, are in thine hand ; Our choicest comforts come from thee, And go at thy command. 2 If thou should'st take them all away, Yet would we not repine ; Before they were possess'd by us, They were entirely thine. 3 Nor would we drop a murm'ring word, Though the whole world were gone ; But seek enduring happiness, In thee and thee alone. 4 What is the world with all its store ? *Tis but a bitter sweet; When we attempt a rose to pluck, A pricking thorn we meet. 5 Here perfect bliss can ne'er be found. The honey's mixt with gall ; 162 CHRISTIAN GRACES. 'Midst changing scenes and dying friends, Be thou our all in all. 220. C. M. Greene. Resignation. 1 Sam. lit. 18, 1 It is the Lord — enthroned in light, Whose claims are all divine; Yes, gracious God, take what thou please, To thee we all resign. 2 It is the Lord, who gives us all Our wealth, our friends, our ease ; And, of his bounties, may recall Whatever part he please. 3 It is the Lord, should we distrust, Or contradict his will ? Who cannot do but what is just, And must be righteous still ! 4 It is the Lord, who can sustain Beneath th' heaviest load ; From whom, assistance we obtain To tread the thorny road. 5 It is the Lord, whose matchless skill, Can from afflictions, raise Matter eternity to fill With ever-growing praise. 221. 104th. Fawcett. Resignation and Confidence. 1 Fantastic delights no more we desire, To infinite heights our wishes aspire ; CHRISTIAN GRACES. 163 Lord, thou art our treasure, our portion and choice ; And in thy good pleasure our souls shall rejoice. 2 The world we resign, and all it can give, Lord, if we are thine, securely we live ^ If thou art our Saviour, in thee v/e have all; We're blest in thy favour, whate'er us befall. 3 In all our distress thy mercy is near, Our griefs to redress, and vanquish our fear; For thou art omniscient, each danger to spy, And God all-sufficient our needs to supply. 4 When earth can afford no comfort or ease, We find in thy word celestial peace ; If all the creation upon us should frown, Thy glorious salvation our wishes will crown. 222. C. M. Steele. Submission. Heb. xii. 7. 1 And can our hearts aspire so high, To say, Our Father, God ! Lord, at thy feet we fain would lie, And learn to kiss the rod. 2 We would submit to all thy will, For thou art good and wise ; Let ev'ry anxious thought be still, Nor one faint murmur rise. 5 Thy love can cheer the darksome gloom, And bid us wait serene ; Till hopes and joys immortal bloom, And brighten all the scene. 164 CHRISTIAN GRACES 4 Our Father, O permit our hearts To plead their humble claim, And ask the bliss thy word imparts, In our Redeemer's name. 223. C. M. Merrick. Submission. 1 Lord, hast thou calPd us by thy grace, And form'd our hearts anew : And are these joys which now we taste, The pledge of glory too 1 2 We leave inferior things with thee, Since thou hast won our heart ; Whatever, Lord, is good for us, Do thou that good impart. 3 Not to our wish, but to our wants, Do thou thy gifts apply; Unask'd-for good, Lord, to us grant. What's ill, though ask'd, deny 224. C. M. Haweis Submission. Job. i. 21. 1 Submissive to thy will, O God, We all to thee resign, And bow before thy chast'ning rod ; We mourn, but not repine. 2 Why should our foolish hearts complain, When wisdom, truth, and love Direct the stroke, inflict the pain, And point to joys above. CHRISTIAN GRACES. 165 3 How short are all our sufferings here, How needful ev'ry cross ; Away, our unbelieving fears, Nor call our gain, our loss. 4 Then give, dear Lord, or take away. We'll bless thy sacred name ; Our Jesus, yesterday, to-day, For ever is the same. 225. C. M. Hoskins. Submission. 2 Kings iv. 26. 1 It shall be well, let sinners know, With those who love the Lord ; His saints have always found it so, By resting on his word. 2 Peace then, ye chasten'd sons of God ; Why let your sorrows swell? Wisdom directs your Father's rod ; His word says, It is well. 3 Though like the Shunammite of old ? Whose, creature-comforts fell ; Like her, let faith be strong and bold, And answer, It is well. 4 Though you may trials sharp endure From sin, or death, or foes ; Your heav'nly Father's love is sure, And therefore, It is well. 5 Soon will your sorrows all be o'er, And you shall sweetly tell On Canaan's calm and pleasant shore. That all at last is well. 166 CHRISTIAN GRACES. 226. L. M. Watts. Zeal. 1 Awake our zeal, awake our love, And serve our Saviour here below ; In works which all the saints above, And holy angels cannot do. 2 Awake, our charity, to feed The hungry soul, and clothe the poor : In heav'n are found no sons of need ; There, all these duties are no more. 3 Subdue your passions, O our souls ! Maintain your fight, the work pursue ; Daily your rising sins control, And be your vict'ries ever new. 4 The land of triumph lies on high, There are no foes t' encounter there ; Lord, we would conquer till we die, And finish all the glorious war. 5 Let ev'ry flying hour confess, We gain thy gospel fresh renown ; And when our lives and labours cease May we possess the promis'd crown ! 227. C. M. Watts. Zeal and Prudence. Ps. xxxix. 1 — 3. Thus we resolve before the Lord : Now will we watch our tongues, Lest we let slip one sinful word, Or do our neighbour wrong. CHRISTIAN GRACES. 167 2 And if we're e'er constrain'd to stay With men of lives profane, We'll set a double guard that day, Nor let our talk be vain. 3 We'll scarce allow our lips to speak The pious thoughts we feel, Lest scoffers should th' occasion take, To mock our holy zeal. 4 Yet, if some proper hour appear, We'll not be over-aw'd, But let the scoffing sinner hear, That we can speak for God. 228. C. M. Beddome. Zeal for God; or, Longing for the mind of Christ. 1 If duty calls, and suff'ring too, O Lord ! we'd follow thee ; As thou hast done, so would we do ; As thou art, we would be. 8 With zeal inflam'd, 'twas thy delight To do thy Father's will ; May the same zeal our souls excite, Thy precepts to fulfil ! 3 Meekness, humility, and love, Did through thy conduct shine ; O, may our whole deportment prove A copy, Lord, of thine ! 4 Depending on thy sov'reign grace, We'll tread the heav'nly road ; 1-68 CHRISTIAN GRACES. With willing minds thy footsteps trace, Arid climb to thine abode. 229. C. M. Newton. Zeal— true and false. 1 Zeal is that pure and heav'nly flame, That fire which love supplies ; While that which often bears the name, Is self in a disguise. 2 True zeal is merciful and mild, Can pity and forbear ; The false is headstrong, fierce and wild, And breathes revenge and war. 3 While zeal for truth the Christian warms, He knows the worth of peace ; But self contends for names and forms, Its party to increase. 4 Zeal has attain'd its highest aim, Its end is satisfy'd, If sinners love the Saviour's name, Nor seeks it aught beside. 5 But self, however well employ'd, Has its own ends in view ; And says, as boasting Jehu cry'd, Come see what I can do. 6 Dear Lord, the idol self dethrone, And from our hearts remove ; And let no zeal by us be shown, But that which springs from love. SINNERS. 169 230. C. If; Watts. Zeal, or the Saint' 's Conquest. 1 Give us the wings of faith, to rise Within the veil, and see The saints above, how great their joys, How bright their glories be. 2 Once they were mourning here below, And wet their couch with tears ; They wrestled hard as we do now, With sins, and doubts, and fears. 3 We ask them whence their vict'ry came? They with united breath Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb, Their triumph to His death. 4 They mark'd the footsteps that he trod, (His zeal inspir'd their breast ;) And foil' wing their incarnate God, Possess the promis'd rest. 5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise For his own pattern giv'n, While the long cloud of witnesses Show the same path to heav'n. SINNERS. 231. CM. Sinners Addressed. Matt. vii. 13, 14 1 Sinners, behold that downward road Which leads to endless wo ; 15 170 SINNERS. What multitudes of thoughtless souls, The road to ruin go ! 2 But yonder see that narrow way Which leads to endless bliss ; And there behold a happy race, Redeem'd by sov'reign grace. 3 They from destruction's city came, To Zion upward tend ; The Bible is their precious guide, And God himself their friend. 4 Lord, we would now true pilgrims be, Guide thou our feet aright ; We would not for ten thousand worlds Be banish'd from thy sight. 232. S. M. Newton. Sinners Addressed. 1 Destruction's dang'rous road What multitudes pursue ! While that which leads the soul to God, Is known or sought by few. 2 Believers find the way Through Christ, the living gate ; But those who hate this holy way, Complain it is too strait. 3 If self must be deny'd, And sin no more caress'd, They rather choose the way that's wide, \nd strive to think it best. SINNERS. 171 4 Encompass'd by a throng. On numbers they depend ; They say, so many can't be wrong, And miss a happy end. 5 But hear the Saviour's word ; Strive for the heav'nly gate, Many will call upon the Lord, And find their cries too late. 6 Lord, open sinner's eyes, Their awful state to see ; And make them, ere the storm arise, To thee for safety flee. 233. 8,7,4. Sinners Addressed. 1 Sinners, you are now address'd In the name of Christ our Lord ; He hath sent a message to you, Pay attention to his word : He hath sent it ; Pay attention to his word. 2 Think what you have ail been doing, Think what rebels you have been ; You have spent your lives in nothing But in adding sin to sin : All your actions One continued scene of sin. 3 Yet your long-abused Sov'reign Sends to you a message mild, Loth to execute his vengeance, Prays you to be reconcil'd ; 172 SINNERS. Hear him saying, Sinners, now be reconcil'd. 234. C. M. Fawcett. Careless sinners alarmed and admonished. Eph. v. 14, 1 Awake, awake, O drowsy soul, From carnal sloth arise ; Before the threatening thunders roll, To rouse thee with surprise. 2 Why wilt thou still in darkness live, Involved in shades of night ? When Jesus calls thee to receive The rays of heav'nly light. 3 He teaches thee thyself to know : He sets before thine eyes Thy danger and thy refuge too, And calls thee to arise. 4 He'll be thy bright, thy glorious sun, Thy gloomy path to cheer ! Onward thy willing feet shall run, Secure from ev'ry snare. 5 He will direct thee on thy way, And show thee all his will; And to the realms of endless day, His hand will guide thee still. 235. 7, 6. Newton. The Alarm. 1 Stop, poor sinner, stop and think Before you further go ! SINNERS. 173 Wili you sport upon the brink Of everlasting wo 1 On the verge of ruin stop ! Now the friendly warning take, Stay your footsteps, ere you drop Into the burning lake. 2 Ghastly death will quickly come, And drag you to his bar; Then to hear your awful doom, Will fill you with despair ! All your sins will round you crowd ; You shall mark their crimson dye ; Each for vengeance crying loud, And what can you reply 1 3 But as yet there is a hope, You may his mercy know; Though his arm is lifted up, He still forbears the blow : 'Twas for sinners Jesus dy'd, Sinners he invites to come ; None who come shall be deny'd, He says, There still is room. 236. L. M. Doddridge, Expostulation with sinners, 1 Why will ye lavish out your years Amidst a thousand trifling cares ? While in the various range of thought The one thing needful is forgot. 2 Why will ye chase the fleeting wind, And famish an immortal mind 2 15* 174 SINNERS. While angels, with regret look down To see you spurn a heav'nly crown. 3 Th' eternal God calls from above, And Jesus pleads his bleeding love ; Awaken'd conscience gives you pain : And shall they join their pleas in vain ? 4 Not so your dying eyes shall view Those objects which ye now pursue ; Not so shall heav'n and hell appear, When the decisive hoar is near. 5 Almighty God, thy grace impart To fix conviction on the heart ; Thy grace unveils the blindest eyes, And makes the haughtiest scorner wise, 237. L. M. Boden. Invitation to sinners. John i. 39. 1 Jesus, dear name, how sweet the sound ! Replete with balm for ev'ry wound ! His word declares his grace is free ; Come, needy sinner, come and see. 2 He left the shining courts on high, Came to our world to bleed and die ; Jesus, the Lord, hung on the tree ; Come, careless sinner, come and see. 3 Your sins did pierce his bleeding heart, Till death had done its dreadful part : Yet his great love still burns to thee ; Come, trembling sinner, come and see. SINNERS. 175 i His blood can cleanse the foulest stain, And make the filthy leper clean ; His blood at once aton'd for thee ; Come, guilty sinner, come and see. 238. L. M. Wesley. Sinners invited. Is. lv. 2, &c. 1 Hither, ye lab r ring sinners, come ! Jesus, the Lord, invites you near : Jesus shall take you for his own, And make you his peculiar care. 2 Why seek ye that which is not bread, Nor can your hungry souls sustain ? On ashes, husks, and air ye feed ; Ye spend your little all in vain. 3 In search of empty joys below, Ye toil with unavailing strife : Whither, ah, whither would ye got Christ has the words of endless life. 4 Hearken to Christ with earnest care, And freely eat substantial food ; The sweetness of his mercy share, And taste that he alone is good. 5 He bids you all his goodness prove, His promises for sinners free ; Come taste the manna of his love, And all his full salvation see. 239. L. M. Sinners invited. Luke xiv. 23. 1 Come, all ye souls, by sin oppress'd* Ye weary wand'rers after rest ; 17G SINNERS. Ye poor and maim'd and halt and blind-, In Christ a hearty welcome find. 2 See him set forth before jour eyes ; Behold the bleeding sacrifice ! His offered love with joy embrace, Bow to the sceptre of his grace. 3 This message from your God receive, His word no longer disbelieve ; Yield to his love's constraining pow'r, And fight against your God no more. 240. L. M. Smith. Him that cotneth — I will in no wise cast out. John vi. 37 1 Hark ! 'tis the Saviour's voice we hear, Come, trembling soul, dispel your fear ; He saith, and who his word can doubt? — He will in no wise cast you out ! 2 Doth sin appear before your view, Of scarlet or of crimson hue ? If black as jet, why should you doubt? He will in no wise cast you out ! 3 The publican, and dying thief, Apply'd to Christ, and found relief; Nor need you entertain a doubt ; He will in no wise cast you out ! 4 Approach your God, make no delay, He waits to welcome you to-day ; His mercy try, nor longer doubt, He will in no wise cast you out ! SINNERS. 177 241. C. M. Medley. Whosoever willy lei him come. Rev. xxii. 17. 1 O what amazing words of grace Are in the gospel found ! Suited to ev'ry sinner's case Who knows the joyful sound. 2 Poor, sinful, thirsty, fainting souls, Are freely welcome here; Salvation, like a river, rolls, Abundant, free and clear. 3 Come then, with all your wants and wounds, Your ev'iy burden bring ; Here love, unchanging love, abounds, A deep celestial spring ! 4 Whoever will, (O gracious word !) Shall of this stream partake ; Come, thirsty souls, and bless the Lord> And drink for Jesus' sake ! 5 Millions of sinners, vile as you, Have here found life and peace ; Come then, and prove its virtues too* And drink, adore, and bless. 242. 148th. Phippard. God reasoning with men. Is. i. 18. 1 Ye sin-sick souls draw near, And banquet with your King ; His royal bounty share, And loud hosannas sing : Here mercy reigns, here peace abounds, Here's blood to heal vour dreadful wounds. 178 SINNERS". 2 Here's clothing for the poor ; Here's comfort for the weak ; Here's strength for tempted souis< And cordials for the sick : Here's all a soul can want or need ? Laid up in Christ the living head. 3 He's on a throne of grace, And waits to answer pray'r ; What though your sins and guilt Like crimson do appear : The blood of Christ divinely flows, A healing balm for all your woes. 243. 8, 8, 6. Whosoever will, let him come. Rev. xxii. 17. 1 Ye scarlet-colour'd sinners come ; Jesus, the Lord, invites you home ; O whither can you go 1 What ! are your crimes of crimson hue 1 His promise is for ever true ; He'll wash you white as snow. 2 Backsliding souls, fill'd with your ways, Whose weeping nights, and wretched days^ In bitterness are spent : Return to Jesus, he'll reveal His lovely face, and sweetly heal What you so much lament. 3 Tried souls look up, he says 'tis J ; He loves you still, but means to try If faith will bear the test : SINNERS. 179 The Lord hath giv'n the chiefest good, He shed for you his precious blood ; O trust him for the rest ! 244. C. M. The Invitation of Wisdom. 1 Lo ! wisdom stands with smiling face, And courts us to her arms ; Who can resist the wond'rous grace, And slight her pow'rful charms ! 2 She, gen'rous, holds out to our sight Riches which shall endure ; Not sparkling rubies half so bright, Nor finest gold so pure. 3 Eternal pleasures fill her train, Pleasures which never cloy : Come drink of bliss unmix'dwith pain, And taste celestial joy. 4 Immortal crowns she now displays, And thrones beyond the skies ; Accept her blessings while she stays, And seize the glorious prize. 245. C. M. Doddridge. Sinners called to Repentance. Acts xvii. 30. 1 Repent, the voice celestial cries, Nor longer dare delay ; The wretch that scorns the mandate dies, And meets a fiery day. 2 Now in his holy presence bow, And all your guilt confess ; 180 SINNERS. Embrace the blessed Saviour now, Nor trifle with his grace* 3 Bow, ere the awful trumpet sound, And call you to his bar : For mercy knows the appointed bound, And turns to vengeance there. 4 Amazing love, that yet will call, And yet prolong our days ! Our hearts subdu'd by goodness fall, And weep, and love, and praise. 246. C. M. Watts. The repenting Prodigal. 1 Behold the wretch whose lust and wine Had wasted his estate, He begs a share amongst the swine, To taste the husks they eat ! 2 I die with hunger here, he cries ; I starve in foreign lands ; My father's house has large supplies, And bounteous are his hands. 3 I'll go, and with a mournful tongue Fall down before his face ; Father, I've done thy justice wrongs Nor can deserve thy grace. 4 He said, and hasten 'd to his home> To seek his father's love ; The father saw the rebel come, And all his bowels move, BAPTISM. 181 ■a 5 He ran and fell upon his neck, Embrac'd and kiss'd his son ; The rebel's heart with sorrow brake, For follies he had done. 6 Take off his clothes of shame and sin, The father gave command ; Dress him in garments white and clean, With rings adorn his hand. BAPTISM. 247. 112th. Fellowes. Christ baptized in Jordan. John i. 33. 1 In Jordan's tide the Baptist stands, Immersing the repenting Jews ; The Son of God the rite demands, Nor dares the holy man refuse: Jesus descends beneath the wave, The emblem of his future grave. 2 Wonder, ye heav'ns ! the Saviour lies, In deeps conceal'd from human view ; Ye saints, behold him sink and rise, A fit example thus for you ; The sacred record, while you read, Calls you to imitate the deed. 3 But lo ! from yonder opening skies, What beams of dazzling glory spread ! 16 182 BAPTISM. Dove-like, the Holy Spirit flies, And lights on the Redeemer's head; AmazM they see the pow'r divine, Around the Saviour's temples shine. Thus the eternal Father spoke, Who shakes creation with a nod ; Through parting skies the accents broke, And bid us hear the Son of God : O hear, the powerful word to-day, Hear all ye nations, and obey ! 248. C. M. Stennettv Baptism of Christ. 1 Thus was the great Redeemer plung'd In Jordan's swelling flood ; To show he must be soon baptiz'd In tears, and sweat, and blood. 2 Thus was his sacred body laid Beneath the yielding wave ; Thus was his sacred body rais'd Out of the liquid grave. 3 Lord, we thy precepts would obey, In thy own footsteps tread ; Would die, be buried, rise with thee, Our ever-living head. 4 We look to thee, our Saviour dear, Bless us with pow'r divine ; We would show forth thy glory here, And be for ever thine. BAPTISM. 183 249. L. M. Watts. The Commission. Matt, xxviii. 19, 1 'Twas the commission of our Lord, " Go, teach the nations, and baptize." The nations have receiv'd the word Since he ascended to the skies. 2 Repent, and be baptiz'd, he saith, For the remission of your sins ; And thus our sense assists our faith, And shows us what his gospel means. 3 Our souls he washes in his bloody As water makes the body clean ; And the good Spirit of our God Descends like purifying rain. 4 Thus we engage ourselves to thee, And seal our cov'nant with the Lord ; Let angels now with rapture see, And heaven our solemn vows record. 250. L. M. Fellowes. Obedience to Christ's Commission. 1 Go teach the nations, and baptize, Aloud th' ascending Jesus cry'd ; His glad Apostles took the word, And round the nations preach'd their Lord. 2 Commission'd thus, by Zion's King, We to his holy laver bring These happy converts, who have known And trusted in his grace alone. 184 BAPTISM. 3 Lord, in thy house they seek thy face, O bless them with peculiar grace : Refresh their souls with love divine ; Till beams of glory round them shine. 251. CM. Deacon. The importance of obedience. 1 Th' importance of a sacred rite, Depends upon the Lord ; For he's a being infinite, And awful is his word. 2 If he a trifle shall command His creatures to fulfil ; 5 Tis not a trifle to withstand, Or counteract his will. 3 Adam might think the thing but small, And ventur'd to transgress ; But it produe'd a dreadful fall To all the human race. 4 The Prophet unto Bethel sent, With messages express, Was by a furious lion rent, For eating at the place. 5 These may appear but little things, To do, or not to do ; But see what grievous evil springs, When not attended to. 6 Our bus'ness is, to learn to know , r . $ j Our great Redeemer's will ; And with alacrity to go, His pleasure to fulfil. n BAPTISM. 185 252. 8, 7. Fawcett. Invitation to follow the Lamb, Humble souls who seek salvation, Through the Lamb's redeeming blood, Hear the voice of Revelation, Tread the path that Jesus trod. Flee to him your only Saviour ; In his mighty name confide ; In the whole of your behaviour, Own him as your sov'reign Guide. Hear the bless'd Redeemer call you, Listen to his gracious voice ; Dread no ills that can befall you, While you make his ways your choice : Jesus says, Let each believer Be baptized in my name : He himself in Jordan's river Was immers'd beneath the stream. Plainly here his footsteps tracing, Follow him without delay ; Gladly his command embracing, Lo ! your Captain leads the way: View the rite with undertanding, Jesus' grave before you lies ; Be interr'd at his commanding, After his example rise. 253. 148th. Repent and be baptized, 8fc. Acts ii. 38. Reform, and be immers'd, Says Peter, (in the Lord ;) 16* 186 BAPTISM. You all are now assur'd, That 'tis your Saviour's word : Arise, arise, without delay, And his divine command obey. 2 You sin-convicted race, Now fall at Jesus' feet ; He'll save you through his grace, Come, to his will submit : And be immers'd without delay. And his divine command obey. 3 Come, you believing train, No more this truth withstand ; No longer think it vain To honor God's command ; But haste, arise, without delay, And be baptiz'd in Jesus' way. 4 Jesus ! thou Prince of Peace, To thy great name we pray ; May converts to thy grace This ordinance obey ; And may thy love their souls allure, Their peace and pardon to secure ! 254. L. M. Watts. Believers buried with Christ in baptism. Rom. vi. 3, *% few A It calls dead sinners fromft heir tombg,^^ Y And gives the blind dife^rsl^n^^ " 3 . How perfect is th|p^p&rHiW v ^ * mj k And all thy ]\iSfm^a^ix§t^ . . fc n \ 210 lord's day hymns For ever sure thy promise, Lord, And men securely trust. 4 O gracious God, how plain Are thy directions giv'n ! O may we never read in vain, But find the path to heav'm 288. L. M. The Lord's day. Is. xl. 11. 1 Thanks to thy name, O Lord, that we Another day of thine behold : Great Shepherd, we rejoice in thee Among thy sheep, in this thy fold. 2 Now Lord, among thy tribes appear, And let thy presence fill the throng : Thy quick'ning voice let sinners hear, And bid our feeble hearts be strong. o : S Gather the lambs with thine own arm, And satisfy their ev'ry want ; And those with young defend from harm, And gently lead them lest they faint. 4 Put forth thy shepherd's crook, and stay Thy wand'ring sheep, and bring them back 5 O bring the wand'ring home to-day, And save them for thy mercy's sake. -5 Dear tender-hearted Shepherd, look, And let our wants thy pity move ; And kindly lead thy little flock In the green pastures of thy love. lord's dat HYivrxs, 811 289. L. M. Stennett* Tim Sabbath Morning, 1 Another six days' work is done, Another sabbath is begun ; Lord, send us blessings from above., And fill our hearts with joy and love. ■3 O that our thoughts and thanks may rise^ As : grateful incense to the skies ; And draw from heav'n that sweet repose, Which none, but he that feels it, knows. 3 This heav'nly calm within the breast, Is the dear pledge of glorious rest, Which for the church of God remains, The end of cau*es, the end of pains. 4 With joy, great God, thy works we view. In various scenes, both old and new ; With praise, we think on mercies past ; With hope, we future pleasures -taste. 5 In holy duties may this day, la holy pleasures pass away ; How sweet a sabbath thus to spend, In hope of one that ne'er shall end'! 290. C. M. Brown. Lord's Bay Evening. H Frequent the day of God returns, To shed its quick'ning beams ; And yet how slow devotion bums % How languid are its flames i - 212 LORD S DAY HYMNS. 2 Accept our faint attempts to love, Our frailties. Lord, forgive ; We would he like thy saints above, And praise thee while we live. 3 Increase, O Lord, our faith and hope, And fit us to ascend, Where the assembly ne'er breaks up, The sabbath ne'er shall end. 4 Where we shall breathe in heav'nly air, With heav'nly lustre shine ; Before the throne of God appear, And feast on love divine. 291. L. M. Doddridge. The Eternal Sabbath. 1 Lord of the sabbath, hear our vows, On this thy day, in this thine house ; And own as grateful sacrifice, The songs which from thy temples rise. 2 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. 3 No more fatigue, no more distress, Nor sin nor death shall reach the place ; No groans shall mingle with the songs, Which dwell upon immortal tongues. 4 No rude alarms of angry foes ; No cares to break the long repose ; No midnight shade, nor clouded sun, But sacred, high, eternal noon! DISMISSIONS. 21 DISMISSIONS 292. C. M. Gibbons, Heb. xiii. 20, 21. 1 Now may the God of peace and love ? Who from the imprisoning grave Restored the Shepherd of the sheep, Omnipotent to save : 2 Through the rich merits of that blood, Which he on Calv'ry spilt, To seal th' everlasting cov'nant, On which our hopes are built ; 3 Perfect our souls in e\ J iy grace T' accomplish all his will ; And all that's pleasing in his sight Inspire us to fufil ! 4 For the great Mediator's sake. We ev^ry blessing pray; With glory let his name he erown'd Through heav'iVs eternal day ! 293. S. M. At Dismission. i Wtth heart and voice unfeign'd, We praise thee for thy word ; We bless thee for the joyful news Of our Redeemer, Lord. 214 DISMISSIONS. 2 Like as the kindly rain Returns not back to heav'n, But cheers and fruitful makes the earth, The end for which 'twas giv'n : 3 Water thy sacred seed, And give it large increase ; Let neither fowls, nor rocks, nor thorns, Hinder the fruits of peace. 294. L. M. Hart. At Dismission. 1 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 ev'ry fetter'd soul release, And bid us all depart in peace. 295. 8, 7, 4. At Dismission. 1 Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing, Fill our hearts with joy and peace ; Let us each, thy love possessing, Triumph in redeeming grace : O refresh us ! Trav'ling through this wilderness. 2 Thanks we give and adoration, For the gospel's joyful sound; DISMISSIONS. 215 May the fruits of thy salvation In our hearts and lives abound : May thy presence With us evermore be found. So whene'er the signal's given, Us from earth to call away ; Borne on angels' wings to heaven, Glad to leave our cumb'rous clay ; May we ready, Rise and reign in endless day ! 296. 8,7. The Dismission. Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing, Bid us all depart in peace ; Still on gospel manna feeding, Pure seraphic love increase ; Fill each breast with consolation, While to thee our songs we raise ; When we reach the blissful station, We will give thee nobler praise. CHORUS. And sing hallelujah to God and the Lamb, For ever and ever, hallelujah, Amen. 297. S. M. Hart. At Parting. Once more, before we part, We'll bless the Saviour's name ; Record his mercies ev'ry heart, Sing ev'ry tongue the same. 21 : 8 DISMISSIONS % O may we keep his word, And feed thereon and grow ; Go on to seek and know the Lord y And practise what we know. 298. C. M. At Parting. 1 Now to the Lamb, that once was sl«hi r Be endless blessings paid ; Salvation, glory, joy, remain For ever on thy head ! 2 Thou hast redeem'd us by thy blood, And set the pris'ners free ; Hast made us kings and priests to God, And we shall reign with thee ? 299. L. M. . For a blessing on the Word. 1 Now follow with thy pow'r, O Lord, Those truths delivered from thy word ° T And cawse them in thy saints to be Productive of much fruit to thee. 2 O may thy word to us be meat, And prove a light unto our feet : Us ever, Lord, thereby direct, And may we walk more circumspect* 300. 8, 7. Newton. Apostolic Benediction, 2 Cor. xiii. 14. May the grace of Christ our Saviour, And the Father's boundless love t the lord's suffer. 217 With the Holy Spirit's favour, Rest upon us from above ! Thus may we abide in union With each other, and the Lord ; And possess, in sweet communion, Joys which earth cannot afford. THE LORD'S SUPPER. 301. L. M. Watts. The Lord's Supper instituted. 1 Cor. xi. 23, &c. 1 'Twas on that dark, that doleful night, When pow'rs of earth and hell arose Against the Son of God's delight, A friend betray'd him to his foes. 2 Before the mournful scene began, He took the bread, and bless'd and brake ; What love through all his actions ran ! What wond'rous words of grace he spake ! 3 This is my body, broke for sin ; Receive and eat the living food : He took the cup and bless'd the wine; 'Tis the new cov'nant in my blood. 4 Do this, he said, till time shall end, In mem'ry of your dying friend ; Meet at my table, and record The love of your departed Lord* 19 218 THE LORDS SUPPER. 5 Jesus J thy feast we celebrate. We show thy death, we sing thy name, Till thou return, and we shall eat The marr'mgc-supper of the Lamb. 302. $. M. Watts. Communion with Christ and with saints. 1 Cor. x. 16, 17. 1 Jesus invites his saints To meet around his board ; Here pardon'd rebels sit, and hold Communion with their Lord. 2 For food he gave his flesh, He bids us drink his blood ; Amazing favour ! matchless grace* a Of our redeeming God. 3 Our heav'nly Father calls Christ and his members one; We are the children of his love, And he the first-born Son. 4 Let all our pow'rs be join'd His glorious name to raise : Pleasure and love fill ev'ry heart, And ev'ry voice be praise. 303. L. M. Watts. Crucifixion to the world by the cross of Christ; I When we survey the wond'rous cross, On which the Prince of glory dy'd, Our richest gain we count but loss ; It pours contempt on all our pride* the lord's supper. 219 2 Forbid it, God, that we should boast, Save in the death of Christ our Lord ; All the vain things that charm'd us most, We sacrifice them to his blood. 3 Seel from his head, his hands, his feet. Sorrow and love flow mingled down; Did e'er such love and sorrow meet 1 Or thorns compose so rich a crown ? 4 Could all creation's realm combine, That were a present far too small : Love so amazing, so divine, Demands our soul, our life, our all. 304. L. M. Watts. Christ crucified, the wisdom and power of God, i Nature with open volume stands., To spread her Maker's praise abroad ; And ev'ry labour of his hands Shows something worthy of a God* 2 But in the grace that rescu'd man, His brightest form of glory shines ; Here on the cross, 'tis fairest drawn In precious blood, and crimson lines. 3 O ! the sweet wonders of that cross, Where Christ the Saviour lov'd and dy'dl Her noblest life our spirit draws From his dear wounds and bleeding side, 4 May we for ever speak his name, In sounds to mortal ears unknown ; With angels join to praise the LamU, And worship at his Father's throne. 220 the lord's supper. 305. L. M. Watts. The Gospel Feast. Luke xiv. 16, &c 1 How rich are thy provisions, Lord ! Thy table furnish'd from above ! The fruits of life o'erspread the board, The cup overflows with heav'nly love* 2 Thine ancient family, the Jews, Were first invited to the feast ; We gladly take what they refuse* And Gentiles thy salvation taste. 3 We are the poor, the blind, the lame, And help was far, and death was nigh ; But at thy gospel call we came, And e^ry want receiv'd supply. 4 From the highway that leads to hell, From paths of darkness and despair, Lord, we are come with thee to dwell. Glad to enjoy thy presence here. 306. L. M. Watts. Glorying in the Cross. 1 At thy command, our dearest Lord, Here we attend thy dying feast ; Thy blood like wine adorns thy board, And thine own flesh feeds ev'ry guest. 2 Our faith adores thy bleeding love, And trusts for life in one that dy'd ; We hope for heav'nly crowns above, From a Redeemer crucify 'd. THE lord's supper. 221 3 Though the vain world pronounce it shame* And fling their scandals on thy cause ; We come to boast our Saviour's name, And make our triumphs in his cross* 30T. C. M. Watts. The Lord Jesus at his own table, 1 The mera'ry of our dying Lord Awakes a thankful tongue : How rich he spread his royal board, And bless'd the food, and sung ! "2 Happy the men that eat this bread ; But doubly bless'd was he That gently bow'd his loving head, And lean'd it, Lord, on thee. 2 By faith the same delights we taste, As that great favorite did, And sit and lean on Jesus' breast, And take the heav'nly bread. 308. C. M, Watts. Grace and glory by the death of Christ. 1 Sitting around our Father's board, We raise a tuneful breath ; Our faith beholds our dying Lord, Who doom'd our sins to death. 2 We see the blood of Jesus shed, Whence all our pardons rise ; With joy we view th' atonement made. And love the sacrifice. J9* 222 the lord's supper. 3 Thy cruel thorns, thy shameful death. Procure us heav'nly crowns ; Our highest gain springs from thy cross* Our healing from thy wounds. 4 Oh ! 'tis impossible that we, Who dwell in feeble clay, Should equal sufferings bear for thee ? Or equal thanks repay. 309. L. M. The Unity of Saints. John xvii. 20, 21. 1 How pleasing to behold and see The friends of Jesus all agree, To sit around his sacred board, As members of one common Lord. 2 Here we behold the dawn of bliss, Here we behold the Saviour's grace y Here we behold his precious blood, Which sweetly pleads for us with God. 3 Here, by the bread and wine, we view What boundless curses were our due; But through th r atonement of our Lord, More than was lost is now restor'd. 4 While here we sit we would implore That love may spread from shore to shore ; Till all the saints, like us, combine, To praise the Lord in songs divine. 5 To all we freely give our hand, Who love the Lord in ev^ry land \ the lord's supper. 223 For all are one in Christ, our Head, To whom be endless honours paid. 310. C. M. Steele. Praise to the Redeemer. 1 To our Redeemer's glorious name, Awake the sacred song : O may his love each heart inflame, And tune each stamm'ring tongue. 2 His love, what mortal thought can reach, What mortal tongue display ! Imagination's utmost stretch In wonder dies away. 3 He left his radiant throne on high, Left the bright realms of bliss, And came to earth to bleed and die ; Was ever love like this ? 4 Let wonder still with love unite, And gratitude and joy ; Thou, Lord, be our supreme delight, Thy praise our best employ. 311. CM. Steele. The Wonders of Redemption, 1 And did the holy and the just, The Sov'reign of the skies, Stoop down to wretchedness and dust, That guilty worms might rise ? 2 Yes, the Redeemer left his throne, His radiant throne on high, 224 THE LORDS SUPPER. (Surprising mercy ! love unknown !) To suffer, bleed, and die. 3 He took the dying traitor's place, And suffer'd in his stead ; For man, (() miracle of grace !) For man, the Saviour bled ! 4 Dear Lord, what heav'nly wonders dwell In thy atoning blood ! By this are sinners snatch'd from hell, And rebels brought to God. 312. S. M. Watts. Redeeming Grace. 1 Let all our tongues be one, To praise our God on high ; Who from his bosom sent his Son To fetch us strangers nigh. 2 Nor let our voices cease To sing the Saviour's name ; Jesus, th' ambassador of peace, How cheerfully he came I 3 It cost him cries and tears To bring us near to God ; Great was our debt, but he appears To make the payment good. 4 Look up, our souls, to him, Whose death was your desert ; And humbly view the living stream, Flow from his breaking heart the lord's supper. 225 313. L. M. Watts. u Christ both died, and rose, and revived. 11 Rom. xiv. 9, 1 He dy'd, the friend of sinners dy'd ! Lo ! Salem's daughters wept around : A solemn darkness veil'd the sky ; A sudden trembling shook the ground. 2 Come saints, the Saviour's sorrows view ; Behold ! he groan'd beneath your load : He groan'd, he sorrow'd thus for you, For you he shed his precious blood. 3 Here's love and grief beyond degree ; The Lord of glory dy'd for men : But lo! what sudden joys we see, Jesus, the dead, reviv'd again. 4 Our risen Lord forsook the tomb ; (The tomb in vain forbid his rise) Cherubic legions guard him home, And shout him welcome to the skies. 5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell How high our great Deliv'rer reigns : Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell, And led the monster, death, in chains. 314. L. M. Doddridge. " The cup of blessings which we bless, fyc." 1 Cor. x. 1G. 1 Great God, and is thy table spread ! And does thy cup with love o'erflow ! Hither be all thy children led, And may they all its sweetness know. 226 THE LORDS SUPPER. 2 Hail sacred feast, which Jesus makes ! Rich banquet of his flesh and blood ; Thrice happy he, who here partakes That sacred stream, that heav'nly food ! 3 O may thy table honour'd be, And furnish'd well with joyful guests ; And may each soul salvation see, That here its sacred pledges tastes. 315- L. M. Doddridge. Christ, the first and the last. Rev. i. 17, 18. 1 What myst'ries, Lord, in thee combine ; Jesus, once mortal, yet divine ; The first, the last ; the end, the head ; The source of life among the dead. 2 Hail, royal Conqu'ror o'er the grave! Tender to pity, strong to save ; For ever live, for ever reign, And prosp'rous may thy throne remain. 3 Thy saints, obedient to thy word, With humble joy surround thy board ; And, long as time pursues its race, Proclaim thy death, and sing thy grace. 316. C. M. Stennett. My flesh is Meat indeed. John vi. 53 — 55. 1 Here at thy table, Lord, we meet, To feed on food divine ; Thy body is the bread we eat, Thy precious blood the wine, the lord's suffer. 227 2 He that prepar'd this rich repast, Himself came down to die ; And now invites us thus to feast Upon the sacrifice. 3 The bitter torments he endur'd Upon the shameful cross, For us, his welcome guests, procur'd These heart-reviving joys. 4 His body torn with rudest hands, Becomes the finest bread ; And with the cup he now commands, Our noblest hopes are fed. 317. S. M. The Supper. John vi. 51. 1 What honours we enjoy, To feast with thee our King ; 7 Tis thy rich love our tongues employ, And tunes our hearts to sing. 2 We sing to thee, who dy'd And suffered in our stead ; Thou dost for food thy flesh provide, We prove it living bread. 8 But O how rich thy blood Beyond the choicest wine ; By faith we prove, O blessed God, The feast is all divine. 4 We now do praise thy name, Who ransom'd us from death ; 228 the lord's supper. Help us to sound aloud thy fame, Though with a. feeble breath. 318. C. M. Batty. " This do in remembrance of me." 1 Cor. xi. 24. 1 Once more, O Lord, we have receiv'd, According to command, The emblems of thy dying love, For evhy tongue and land. 2 Love, which did bring thee from thy throne, To suffer for our sake ; The which, with gratitude we own, And now commemorate. 3 May thy kind blessing on us rest, For this we now implore ; O give us large supplies of grace, And guard us by thy pow'r. 4 Refresh us with the bread of life, Still may we love thy word ; And bring us to the realms of light, At our departure, Lord. 319. CM. " Thou art worthy" 8?c. Rev. iv. 11. 1 Thou, God, all glory, honour, pow'r, Art worthy to receive ; Since all things by thy pow'r were made, And by thy bounty Jive. 2 All worthy is the Lamb, all pow'r, Honour, and wealth to gain, the lord's supper. 229 Glory and strength ; who for our sins A sacrifice was slain ! 3 All worthy thou, who hast redeem'd, And ransom'd us to God, From ev'ry nation, ev\y coast, By thy most precious blood. 4 Blessing and honour, glory, pow'r, By all in earth and heav'n, To him that sits upon the throne, And to the Lamb, be giv'n. 320. L. M. Hie Supper instituted. Matt. xxvi. 26 — 29. 1 'Twas on that night, when doom'd to know The eager rage of ev'ry foe, That night in which he was betray 'd, The Saviour of the world took bread ; 2 And, after thanks and glory giv'n, To him that rules in earth and heav'n, That symbol of his flesh he broke, And thus to all his foll'wers spoke : 3 My broken body this I give For you, my friends ; take, eat, and live ; And oft the sacred feast renew, That brings my wond'rous love to view. 4 Then in his hands the cup he rais'd, And God anew he thank'd and prais'd ; While kindness in his bosom glow'd, And from his lips salvation flow'd. 20 230 the lord's supper. 321. L. M. Desiring suitable affections at the Lord's table. 1 Lord, while around thy. board we meet, And humbly worship at thy feet ; O may our warm affections move In glad returns of grateful love. 2 Strengthen our faith, us also aid, To view thy wond'rous love display'd Through emblems of thy flesh and blood, By which we're sav'd and brought to God. 3 May grief for sin, the cause of wo, With painful pleasing anguish flow ; And thy forgiving love impart Life, hope, and joy, to ev'ry heart. 322. S. M. Praise to the Redeemer* 1 Now let each happy guest, The sacred concert raise, To close the honours of the feast, And sing the Master's praise. 2 His condescending love, First calls our wonder forth ; He left the blessed realms above, To dwell with men on earth. 3 His precepts how divine, How suited to our state ! How bright his acts of mercy shine, His promises how great ! the lord's supper. 231 4 Redemption's glorious plan, How wond'rous in our view ! The salutary source to man, Of peace and pardon too. 323. L. M. Beddomf. The sorrow and sympathy of Jesus. 1 So fair a face bedew'd with tears ! What beauty e'en in grief appears ! He wept, he bled, he dy'd for you ; What more, ye saints, could Jesus do 1 2 Enthron'd above, with equal glow, His warm affections downward flow ; In our distress he bears a part, And feels a sympathetic smart. 3 Still his compassions are the same, He knows the frailty of our frame ; Our heaviest burdens he sustains, Shares in our sorrows and our pains. 324. 8, 8, 6. The happy union of saints. 1 Jotn'd in the bonds of sacred love, With saints below and saints above, One spirit with our Lord ; In happy union here we meet, And, sitting at the Saviour's feet, Surround the social board. 2 Come, with thy presence grace the feast, And deign with us, the last and least, Dear Saviour, to appear : 232 THE CHURCH. Thy presence let our spirits feel, And graciously thyself reveal Among thy people here. 3 Nor visit as a passing guest, But in us take thy constant rest, And guide us to the end : Our table through the desert spread, Till we sit down with thee our Head, Eternity to spend. 325. 8,8,6. " Behold the Lamb of God." John i. 29. 1 Jesus, thou lowly bleeding Lamb, Who underwent our grief and shame, To save our sohIs from hell : While here we sit around thy board, Thy pain and suff 'rings to record, Thy praise aloud we'll tell. 2 With all the glorious hosts above, We'll sing thy everlasting love ; To thee, all praise be giv'n : Hosanna ! blessed be his name, Who fought, and bled, — but overcame, And now he reigns in heav'n. 326. C. M. Doddridge. At the ordination of Elders, 1 Let Zion's watchmen all awake, And take th' alarm they give ; THE CHURCH. 233 Now let them from the word of God, Their solemn charge receive. 2 They watch for souls, for which the Lord Did heav'nly bliss forego ; For souls, which must for ever live, In raptures, or in wo. 3 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. 327'. L. M. Beddome. At the ordination of Elders, 1 Father of mercies, bow thine ear, Attentive to our earnest pray'r ; For those who on thy work attend, We to thy care and grace commend. 2 How great their work, how vast their charge ! Do thou their anxious souls enlarge : Their best acquirements are our gain, We share the blessings they obtain. 3 Clothe, then, with energy divine, Their words, and may those words be thine : To them thy sacred truth reveal ; Suppress their fear, inflame their zeal. 4 Teach them to sow the precious seed ; Teach them thy ransom'd flock to feed ; Let thronging multitudes around, Hear from their lips the joyful sound. 20* 234 THE CHURCH. 328. L. M. At the ordination of Deacons. 1 Great Zion's King, we suppliant bow, And hail the grace thy church enjoys ; Her holy deacons are thine own, With all the gifts thy love employs. 2 Up to thy throne we lift our eyes, For blessings to attend our choice, Of such, whose gen'rous prudent zeal Shall make thy people all rejoice. 3 By purest love to Christ, and truth, O may they win a good degree Of boldness in the Christian faith, And meet the smile of thine and thee. 4 And when the work to them assign'd, The work of love, is fully done ; Call them from serving tables here, To sit around thy glorious throne. 329. L. M. On sending out one to preach the Gospel. 1 Lord, let thy presence now attend Him whom we to thy grace commend ; Nor let him as a pilgrim rove, Without the conduct of thy love. 2 Thy promise stands upon record, To be with those who preach thy word Be with him, Lord ! the work is thine ; Support him with thy strength divine. THE CHURCH. 235 3 Inflame his zeal, enlarge his heart, Courage and utterance impart ; His love be ardent, pure his aim, The great salvation be his theme. 4 While thronging multitudes around Hear from his lips the joyful sound, Thy pow'r impart, thy gospel bless, And crown his labours with success. 5 O may his eyes with joy behold Thy grace, as in the days of old ; May sinners tremble at thy word, Believe and turn unto the Lord. 330. 8, 7, 4. A Missionary Song. 1 O'er the gloomy hills of darkness, Look, our souls, be still and gaze ; All the promises do travail With a glorious day of grace : Bless'd jubilee, Let thy glorious morning dawn ! 2 Let the Indian, let the Negro, Let the rude barbarian see, That divine and glorious conquest, Once obtain 'd on Calvary : Let the gospel Loud resound from pole to pole. 3 Kingdoms wide that sit in darkness, Grant them, Lord, the glorious light ; And from eastern coast to western, May the morning chase the night ; 236 THE CHURCH. And redemption, Freely purchas'd, win the day. 4 Fly abroad, thou mighty gospel ! Win and conquer ! never cease ! May thy lasting wide dominion Multiply and still increase : Sway thy sceptre, Saviour, all the world around. 331. L.M. On reception of Members. 1 Lord, we adore thy wond'rous grace, Who crown'st the gospel with success ; Subjecting rebels to thy yoke, And bringing to the fold thy flock. 2 May those who have thy truth confess'd. As their own faith, and hope, and rest, From day to day still more increase, In faith, in love, and holiness. 3 As living members may they share The joys and griefs which others bear r And active in their stations prove, In all the offices of love. 4 From all temptations now defend, And keep them steadfast to the end ; While in thy house they still improve* Until they join the church above. THE CHURCH. 237 332. C. M. The conversion of sinners, a matter of great joy. 1 There's joy in heav'n, and joy on earth, To see one soul restor'd, A child of wrath, born from above, And turning to the Lord. 2 Often, O sov'reign Lord, renew The wonders of this day ; That Jesus here may see his seed, And Satan lose his prey. 3 Oft may our souls be thus made glad, Thy matchless grace to view; And ev\y heart, and ev'ry tongue, Give thee the glory due. 333. L. M. Beddome. The increase of the church. 1 Shout, for the blessed Jesus reigns, Through distant lands his triumphs spread ; And sinners, freed from endless pains, Own him their Saviour and their head. 2 His sons and daughters from afar, Daily at Zion's gate arrive ; Those who were dead in sin before, By sov'reign grace are made alive. 3 O may his conquests still increase, And ev'ry foe his pow'r subdue ; While angels celebrate his praise, And saints his growing glory show. 238 THE CHURCH. 4 Loud hallelujahs to the Lamb, From all below and all above ; In lofty songs exalt his name, In songs as lasting as his love. 334. 148th. Scott. The increase of the Messiah's kingdom. 1 All hail, incarnate God ! The wond'rous things foretold Of thee in sacred writ, With joy our eyes behold : Still does thine arm new trophies 'wear, And monuments of glory rear. 2 To thee the hoary head Its silver honours pays ; To thee the blooming youth Devotes his brightest days : And ev'ry age their tribute bring, And bow to thee, all-conq'ring King, 3 O haste, victorious Prince, That happy glorious day, When souls, like drops of dew, Shall own thy gentle sway : O may it bless our longing eyes, And bear our shouts beyond the skies. 335. L. M. Newton. Admission of Members. 1 Kindred in Christ, for his dear sake, A hearty welcome here receive; May we together now partake The joys which only he can give. THE CHURCH. 239 2 To you and us by grace 'tis giv'n, To know the Saviour's precious name ; And shortly we shall meet in heav'n, Our hope, our way, our end the same. 3 May he, by whose kind care we meet, Send his good Spirit from above, Make our communications sweet, And fill our hearts with heav'nly love. 4 Forgotten be each worldly theme, When Christians meet together thus ; We only wish to speak of him, Who liv'd, and dy'd, and reigns for us. 5 We'll talk of all he did and said, And suffer'd for us here below ; The path he mark'd for us to tread, And what he's doing for us now. 6 Thus as our moments pass away, We'll love, and wonder, and adore ; And hasten on the glorious day, When we shall meet to part no more. 336. L. M. Gibbons. Steadfastness of the Church. 1 In thee, thou all-sufficient God, The springs of happiness arise, That cheer this howling waste below, And bless the mansions of the skies. » 2 We, the productions of thy pow'r, And pensioners upon thy love, 240 THE CHURCH, Look to thy throne with longing eyes, And wait thy blessings from above. 3 Protect the young from ev'ry snare, And let thy staff support the old ; Relieve the poor, nor let the rich Have all their heritage in gold. 4 May joyful saints still taste thy grace ; Give to the mourners heav'nly day ; Sustain the strong, and quick revive The with'ring plants from their decay. 337. C. M. Wesley. At the parting of Christian Friends, 1 Blest be the dear uniting love, That will not let us part ; Our bodies may far off remove, But still we're join'd in heart. 2 Join'd in one spirit to our Head, Where he appoints we go ; And still in Jesus' footsteps tread, And do his work below. 3 O may we ever walk in him, And nothing know beside ; Nothing desire, nor aught esteem, But Jesus crucify 'd. 4 Closer and closer let us cleave 4Fo his belov'd embrace ; Out of his fulness still receive, And plenteous grace for grace. THE CHURCH. 241 But soon will come the joyful day, Which shall our flesh restore ; When vanquished death shall shrink away, And we shall part no more. 338. 7s. Newton-- At Parting, 1 As the. sun's enliv'ning ray Shines on ev'ry place the same ; So the Lord is always nigh To the souls that love his name* 2 When they move at duty's call, He is with them by the way ; He is ever with them all, Those who go, and those who stay. 3 From his holy mercy-seat Nothing can their souls confine ; Still in spirit they may meet, And in sweet communion join. 4 For a season call'd to part, Let us then ourselves commend, To the gracious eye and heart, Of our ever-present Friend. 5 Jesus, hear our humble pray'r ! Tender Shepherd of thy sheep I Let thy mercy and thy care All our souls in safety keep. 21 242 THE CHURCH. 339. L. M. Doddridge. The Christian's Farewell. 2 Cor. xiii. 11. 1 Thy presence, everlasting God, Wide o'er all nature spreads abroad ; Thy watchful eyes, which cannot sleep, In ev'ry place thy children keep. 2 While near each other we remain, Thou dost our lives and souls sustain ; When absent, happy if we share Thy grace, thy teaching, and thy care* 3 To thee we all our ways commit, And seek our comforts near thy feet ; Still on our souls vouchsafe to shine, And guard and guide us still as thine. 4 O grant that we may meet again, To join in praises to thy name ; Or, if that joy no more be known, Give us to meet around thy throne. 340. CM. Doddridge. Praise for Recovery from Sickness. Ps. cxviii. 18, 19. 1 Sovereign of life, we own thy hand In ev'ry chast'ning stroke ; And, while we smart beneath thy rod, Thy presence we'll invoke. 2 To thee in our distress we cry'd, And thou didst bow thine ear ; Thy powerful word our life prolong'd, And brought salvation near. THE CHURCH. 243 3 Unfold, ye gates of righteousness, That with the pious throng, We may record our solemn thanks, And tune our grateful song. 4 Praise to the Lord, whose gentle hand Renews our lab'ring breath ; Praise to the Lord, who makes his saints Triumphant e'en in death. 5 Great God, in thine appointed hour Those heav'nly gates display, Where pain, and sin, and fear, and death. For ever nee away. 341. C. M. Doddridge. On Recovery from Sickness. Ps. cxvi. 8. 1 Look back, ye saints, with grateful love, On what your God has done ! Praise him for his unnumber'd gifts, And praise him for his Son. 2 How oft has his indulgent hand, Our flowing eye-lids dry'd, And j'escu'd from impending death, When we in danger cry'd ! 3 When on the bed of death we lay, With sickness sore oppress'd, How oft hath he assuag'd our grief, And lull'd our eyes to rest ! 4 Back from destruction's yawning pit, At his command we came ; 244 THE CHURCH. He fed th' expiring lamp anew, And rais'd its feeble flame. 5 Since God hath sav'd our lives from death, And dry'd our falling tears ; We to his praise will spend our breath, And our remaining years. 342. C. M. Watts. Hezekialis song : or^ Recovery from sickness. 1 When we are rais'd from deep distress, Our God deserves a song ; We take the pattern of our praise From Hezekiah's tongue. 2 The gates of the devouring grave Are open'd wide in vain, If he that holds the keys of death Commands them fast again. 3 Jehovah speaks the healing word, And no disease withstands ; Fevers and plagues obey the Lord, And fly at his commands. 4 If half the strings of life should break, He can our frame restore ; He casts our sins behind his back, And they are found no more. 343. L. M. Watts. Sickness healed. Ps. xxx. 1 We will extol thee, Lord, on high ; At thy command diseases fly ; THE CHURCH. 245 Who but a God can speak and save From the dark borders of the grave ? 2 Sing to the Lord, ye saints of his, And tell how large his goodness is ; Let all your pow'rs rejoice, and bless, While you record his holiness. 3 His chast'ning but a moment stays ; His love is life, and length of days : Though grief and tears the night employ, The morning star restores the joy. 344. C. M. Watts. Death of Christian friends. 1 Why do we mourn departed friends, Or shake at death's alarms 1 'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends, To call them to his arms. 2 Are we not tending upwards too, As fast as time can move ? Nor should 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 left a long perfume ! 4 The graves of all his saints he blest, And soften'd ev'ry bed ; Where should the dying members rest, But with their glorious Head ? 21* 246 THE CHURCH. 5 Thence he arose, ascended high, And show'd our feet the way; Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly, At the great rising day. 345. C. M. Watts. Christians happy in death. Rev. xiv. 13. 1 Hear what the voice from heav'n proclaims For all the pious dead ! Sweet is the savour of their names, And soft their sleeping bed. 2 They die in Jesus, and are bless'd ; How kind their slumbers are ! From sufferings and from sins releas'd, And freed from ev'ry snare. 3 Far from this world of toil and strife, They're present with the Lord ; The labours of their mortal life End in a large reward. 346. C. M. Resignation under the loss of Christian friends. 1 Our dearest friends depart and die, Their absence makes us grieve ; But to the Lord their spirits fly, This doth our minds relieve. 2 No more shall they to us return, But we to them shall go : To blissful realms, our spirits borne, Shall dwell with Jesus too. THE CHURCH. 247 3 There glory sits on ev'ry face, Love smiles in ev^ry eye ; There shall our tongues adore the grace That brought us safe on high. 4 Blest souls ! we leave them to enjoy Their Saviour, and their God, Till we are call'd to mount on high, And reach their blest abode. 5 Jesus, our faithful friend, shall come, Our souls to heav'n shall raise ; His pow'rful arm shall bear us home To sing the endless praise. 347. L. M. Scott. Support in God under the loss of dear friends. 1 The God of love will sure indulge The flowing tear, the heaving sigh, When righteous persons fall around, When tender friends and kindred die. 2 Yet not one anxious murm'ring thought Should with our mourning passions blend ; Nor would our bleeding hearts forget Th' almighty ever-living friend. 43 Beneath a num'rous train of ills, Our feeble flesh and heart may fail ; Yet shall our hope in thee, our God, O'er ev'ry gloomy fear prevail. 4 Parent and husband, guard and guide, Thou art each tender name in one; 248 THE CHURCH. On thee we cast our ev'ry care, And comfort seek from thee alone. 5 Our Father God, to thee we look, Our rock, our portion, and our friend ; And on thy cov'nant-love and truth Our sinking souls shall still depend. 348. C. M. Watts. Triumph over death. Job xix. 25 — 27. 1 Great God we own the sentence just, That nature must decay ; Our bodies thou wilt turn to dust, To dwell with fellow clay. 2 Yet we shall triumph o'er the grave, And trample on the tombs ; For Jesus, our Redeemer, lives, Our God, our Saviour comes. 3 The mighty Conq'ror will appear High on a royal seat ; And death, the last of all his foes, Lie vanquish'd at his feet. 4 Though greedy worms devour our skin, And gnaw our wasting flesh ; Yet thou wilt join our bones again, And clothe them all afresh. 5 Then shall we see thy blessed face, With strong immortal eyes ; And feast upon thy boundless grace With pleasure aud surprise. T«E CHURCH. 249 349. C. M. On the Resurrection of the saints. 1 Thess. iv. 13 — 18= 1 Let us not sorrow, when our friends In Jesus fall asleep : We're not as those who have no hope ; Why then dejected weep 1 2 Since Jesus dy'd, and rose again Victorious from the dead ; So all his saints shall rise, and reign With him their glorious Head. 3 The time draws nigh, when he from heav'ja Shall with a shout descend ; And the last trumpet's awful sound The heav'ns and earth shall rend* 4 Then they who live shall changed be, And they who sleep shall rise ; And both caught up, shall meet the Lord, Their Saviour, in the skies. 13 Together to their Father's house With joyful hearts they'll go ; And dwell for ever with the Lord, Beyond the reach of wo. 350. C. M. Death swallowed up in victory. 1 Hail ! hail ! the happy wisli'd for time, When Jesus shall appear ; When the last trumpet loud shall souni! ? And all the dead shall hear. 250 THE CHURCH. 2 They'll burst the bands of death with joy, And loud hosannas raise ; In him who lov'd them they'll rejoice, And glorious make his praise. 3 Thou ! Thou art worthy, still shall be The burden of their song ; For thou redeem'd us, and to thee The glory doth belong. 4 We hope to join the grateful note, And with loud triumph sing, Where ? where's thy vict'ry now, O grave ! O death ! where is thy sting 2 351. CM. Victory over the fear of death. 1 What though these bodies shall decay, And moulder into dust ? What though this world shall pass away, As all its glories must ? 2 New heav'ns and earth we hope to see, Where Jesus ever reigns ; Where nothing hurtful e'er shall be, No sorrow, sin, nor pains. 3 There shall no eye be dimm'd with tears, No fear shall there be found ; No sigh be heard, when Christ appears, But endless joys abound. THE CHURCH. 251 Behold ! he comes : Loud anthems raise ; Be his great name ador'd : May our last theme be Jesus' praise, Our song, " Come quickly, Lord*" 352. S. M. The Hope of immortal glory. 2 Cor. v. 1. 1 By God's sure word we know, That if our house decay ; This tabernacle be dissolv'd, And sink, and fade away : 2 We have a house from heav'n, Not made with mortal hands ; And firm as our Redeemer's love, The heav'nly mansion stands. 3 O happy, happy place, Where all the ransom'd meet ! There we shall see each other's face, There all our brethren greet. 4 There the whole church shall be In Jesus' presence blest ; And there, from pain and sorrows free 5 We'll find eternal rest* 25£ miscellaneous: FAMILY WORSHIP. 353* L. M. Doddridge. Family Devotion. 1 Father of all, thy care we bless, Which crowns our families with peace ; From thee they spring, and by thy hand They have been, and are still sustain'd. 2 To God, most worthy to be prais'd, Be our domestic altars raised ; Who, Lord of heaven, scorns not to dwell With saints in their obscurest cell. 3 To thee may each united house, Morning and night, present its vows ; Our servants there, and rising race, Be taught thy precepts and thy grace. 4 O may each future age proclaim The honours of thy glorious name ; While pleas'd and thankful, we remove To join the family above. 354. S. M. ; Watts. Worship in a Family. Ps. oxxxiii. I Blest are the sons of peace, Whose hearts and hopes are one; Whose kind designs to serve and please, Through all their actions run. MISCELLANEOUS. 253 2 Blest is the pious house Where zeal and friendship meet ; Their songs of praise, their mingled vows, Make their communion sweet. 3 Thus when on Aaron's head They pour'd the rich perfume, The oil through all his raiment spread, And pleasure fill'd the room. 4 Thus on the heav'nly hills The saints are blest above, Where joy like morning dew distils, And all the air is love. 355. C. M. ' Watts. Daily and nightly devotion. Ps. cxsxiv. 1 Ye that obey the immortal King, Attend his holy place ; Bow to the glories of his pow'r, And bless his wond'rous grace. 2 Lift up your hands by morning light, And send your pray'rs on high ; Raise your admiring thoughts by night Above the starry sky. 3 The God of Zion cheers our hearts With rays of quick'ning grace ; The God that spreads the heav'ns abroad, And rules the swelling seas. 356. L. M. Steele. The Christian's Resolution. Josh. xxiv. 15. 1 Ah, wretched souls, who strive in vain, Slaves to the world, and slaves to sin ! 22 254 MISCELLANEOUS . A nobler toil may I sustain, A nobler satisfaction win. 2 May I resolve with all my heart, With all my pow'rs to serve the Lord ; Nor from his precepts e'er depart, Whose service is a rich reward, 3 O be his service all my joy, Around let my example shine, Till others love the bless'd employ, And join in labours so divine. 4 Be this the purpose of my soul. My solemn, my.determin'd choice, To yield to his supreme control, And in his kind commands rejoice* 357. L. M. A Morning Hyrrvn. 1 Awake, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run ; Shake off dull sloth, and early rise To pay the morning sacrifice. 2 Glory to God, who safe hath kept, And hath refresh'd me while I slept ; While many painful hours have pass'd, And numbers more, have slept their last. 3 O Lord ! direct, suggest, this day, All I design, or do, or say ; That all my pow'rs, with all their might, In thy sole glory may unite. MISCELLANEOUS. 255 4 May all my converse be sincere, My conscience as the noon-day clear ; Convinc'd that thou observ'st my ways, And all my secret thoughts survey'st. <5 May I redeem the time that's past, And spend each day as 'twere my last, Improve the talents to me giv'n, And ready wait my Lord from heav'n. 358. C. M, A Morning Hymn. 1 To thee let my first off'ring rise, Whose sun illumes the day, Swift as his glad'ning influence flies, And spotless as his ray- 2 This day thy fav'ring hand be nigh, So oft vouchsaf'd before ! Still may it lead, protect, supply; And I that hand adore! 3 If bliss thy providence impart, Which should my thanks employ, Give me to feel the grateful heart, And without guilt, enjoy, 4 Affliction should thy love intend, As vice or folly's cure ; Patient to gain that gracious end, May I the means endure. 5 Be this and ev'ry future day. Still wiser than the past; 256 MISCELLANEOUS. May grace still keep me in thy way, And crown my hopes at last. 359. S. M. Scott. A Morning Hymn. 1 See how the rising sun Pursues his shining way ; And wide proclaims his Maker's praise 9 And evhy bright'ning ray. 2 Thus would my rising soul Its heav'nly Parent sing ; And to its great original, The humble tribute bring. 3 Serene I laid me down, Beneath his guardian care ; I slept, and I awoke, and found My kind preserver near ! 4 My life I would anew, Devote O Lord to thee ; And in thy service would I spend A long eternity. 360. L. M. Watts. A Morning Hymn. Ps. xix. 5, 8. — Ixxiii. 24, 25L 1 God of the morning, at whose voice The cheerful sun makes haste to rise, And like a giant doth rejoice, To run his journey through the skies* 2 From the fair chambers of the east, The circuit of his race begins, MISCELLANEOUS. 257 And without weariness or rest, Round the whole earth he flies and shines. 2 Oh ! like the sun may I fulfil Th' appointed duties of the day, With ready mind and active will, March on and keep my heav'nly way, 4 Lord, thy commands are clean and pure, Enlight'ning our beclouded eyes ; Thy threatnings just, thy promise sure, Thy gospel makes the simple wise. 5 Give me thy counsel for my guide, And then receive me to thy bliss ; All my desires and hopes beside Are faint and cold compared with this. 381. CM. A Morning Hymn for a Family. 1 Dear Father, bow our stubborn will Our daily cross to bear ; Our souls with all thy fulness fill, And keep us in thy fear. 2 Grant us renew'd supplies of grace, According to our day, Arm us for ev'ry new distress That may attend our way. 3 Whilst we pursue our various toils, At thy divine command, Afford us thy all- cheering smiles, And guard us by thy hand. 22* 258 MISCELLANEOUS, 4 To thy protection, gracious Lord, Our spirits we resign ; Conform us to thy will and word, And seal us ever thine. 382. C. M. An Evening Hymn for a Family. 1 God of eternal love, attend Our ev'ning sacrifice ; And let our feeble vows ascend Like incense to the skies. 2 We live, supported by thy hand ; Thy mercy crowns our days ; Unnumber'd benefits demand A song of grateful praise. 3 Now let the season of repose Be with thy favour blest ; Preserve us from those pains and woes That might disturb our rest. 4 Thy guardian shield around us spread, While we are lost in sleep ; Let thy kind angels round our bed Their watchful stations keep. 363. S. M. An Evening Hymn. 1 The day is past and gone, The ev'ning shades appear ; O may we all remember well The night of death draws near. MISCELLANEOUS, 259 2 We lay our garments by ; Upon our beds we rest ; So death will soon dissolye us all Of what we here possess. 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 if we early rise, And view th' 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, O may we in thy bosom rest, The bosom of thy love. 364. C. M. An Evening Hymn. Ps. xci. 5. 1 Once more the cheerful sun's withdrawn, And darkness comes again ; How many since the morning dawn Have left th 5 abodes of men. 2 We bless thee, Lord, that yet we live To close another day ; Our many trespasses forgive, And keep us in thy way. 3 When we shall close our eyes in sleep, Preserve us safe from harm ; From mighty foes our dwelling keep, And guard us with thine arm ! 260 MISCELLANEOUS. 4 And should we sleep to wake no more, Till the last trumpet sound, May we in that decisive hour Among thy sheep be found. 365. L. M. Kenn. An Evening Hymn. 1 Glory to thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the light ; Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, Beneath thy own Almighty wings. 2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, The ills which 1 this day have done ; That, with the world, myself and thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. 3 O may my soul on thee repose, And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close ; Sleep that shall me more vigorous make, To serve mv God when I awake. •I 4 If in the night I sleepless lie, My soul with heav'nly thoughts supply : Let no ill dreams disturb my rest, No pow'rs of darkness me molest. 366. L. M. Watts. An Evening Hymn. 1 Thus far the Lord has led me on, Thus far his povv'r prolongs my days, And ev'ry ev'ning shall make known Some fresh memorial of his grace. MISCELLANEOUS, 261 2 Much of my time has run to waste, And I perhaps am near my home ; But he forgives ray follies past, And gives me strength for days to come. 3 I lay my body down to sleep, Peace is the pillow for my head ; While well-appointed angels keep Their watchful stations round my bed. 4 In vain the sons of earth and hell Tell me a thousand frightful things ; My God in safety makes me dwell Beneath the shadow of his wings. 367. CM. Mason. An Evening Hymn, 1 Now from the altar of our hearts, Let flames of incense rise ; Assist us, Lord, to offer up Our ev'ning sacrifice. 2 Minutes and mercies multiply'd, Have made up all this day ; Minutes come quick, but mercies were More swift and free than they. 3 New time, new favour, and new joys, Do a new song require ; Till we shall praise thee as we would, Accept our heart's desire. 368. L. M. Watts. A Song for morning or evening, 1 My God, how endless is thy love ! Thy gifts are ev'ry ev'ning new ; 262 MISCELLANEOUS. And morning mercies from above, Gently distil like early dew. 2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night, Great Guardian of my sleeping hours; Thy sov'reign word restores the light, And quickens all my drowsy pow'rs. 3 I yield my pow'rs to thy command ; To thee I consecrate my days ; Perpetual blessings from thine hand Demand perpetual songs of praise. 369. L. M. Watts. A morning or evening Psalm. 1 My God, accept my early vows, Like morning incense in thine house ; And let my nightly worship rise, Sweet as the ev'ning sacrifice. 2 Watch o'er my lips, and guard them, Lord, From ev^ry rash and heedless word ; Nor let my feet incline to tread The guilty paths where sinners lead. 3 O may the righteous, when I stray, Smite and reprove my wand'ring way ! Their gentle words, like ointment shed, Shall never bruise but cheer my head. 4 When I behold them prest with grief, I'll cry to heav'n for their relief; And by my warm petitions prove How much I prize their faithful love. MISCELLANEOUS. 263 YOUTH AND OLD AGE. 370. S. M. Fawcett. How shall a young man cleanse his way ? Ps. cxix. 9. 1 With humble heart and tongue, My God, to thee I pray ; O make me learn whilst I am young, How I may cleanse my way. 2 Now in my early days, Teach me thy will to know ; O God, thy sanctifying grace Do thou on me bestow. 3 Make an unguarded youth The object of thy care ; Help me to choose the way of truth, And fly from e\^ry snare. 4 My heart to folly prone, Renew by pow'r divine ; Unite it to thyself alone, And make me wholly thine. • 5 G let thy word of grace My warmest thoughts employ ; Be this through all my folPwing days, My treasure and my joy. 371. C. M. Doddridge. Young persons encouraged to seek and love Christ, Prov. viii. 17. 1 Ye hearts with youthful vigour warm, In smiling crowds draw near, 264 MISCELLANEOUS. And turn from ev'ry mortal charm, A Saviour's voice to hear. 2 The soul that longs to see my face, Is sure my love to gain ; And those that early seek my grace, Shall never seek in vain. 3 What object, Lord, my soul should move, If once compar'd with thee 1 What beauty should command my love, Like what in Christ I see 1 4 Away, ye false delusive toys, Vain tempters of the mind ! 'Tis here I fix my lasting choice, And here true bliss I find. 372. C. M. Fawcett. Youth. 1 Religion is the chief concern Of mortals here below ; May I its great importance learn, Its sov'reign virtue know. 2 More needful this, than glittering wealth, Or aught the world bestows ; Not reputation, food or health, Can give us such repose. 3 Religion should our thoughts engage Amidst our youthful bloom ; 'Twill fit us for declining age, And for the awful tomb. MISCELLANEOUS. 265 4 Let deep repentance, faith, and love, Be join'd with godly fear ; And all my conversation prove My heart to be sincere. 5 Let lively hope my soul inspire ; Let warm affections rise ; And may I wait with strong desire To mount above the skies. 3? 3. CM. Taylor. Youth. 1 Come, let us now forget our mirth, And think that we must die ; What are our best delights on earth, Compar'd with those on high ! 2 Our pleasures here will soon be past, Our brightest joys decay ; But pleasures there for ever last, And cannot fade away. 3 Here sins and sorrows we deplore, And many cares distress ; But there the mourners weep no more, And there the weary rest. 4 Our dearest friends, when death shall call, At once must hence depart; But there we hope to meet them all, And never, never part. 5 Then let us love and serve the Lord, With all our youthful pow'rs ; And we shall gain this great reward, This glory shall be ours. 23 266 MISCELLANEOUS. 374. C. M. Old age approaching. 1 Eternal God, enthron'd on high ! Whom angel hosts adore ; Who yet to suppliant dust art nigh ; Thy presence I implore. 2 O guide me down the steep of age, And keep my passions cool ; Teach me to scan the sacred page, And practise ev'ry rule. 3 My flying years time urges on, What's human must decay ; My friends, my young companions, gone, Can I expect to stay 1 4 Ah ! no — then smooth the mortal hour, On thee my hope depends ; Support me with almighty pow'r, While dust to dust descends. 375. C. M. Watts. The aged saints' reflection and hope. Ps. lxxi. 1 My God, my everlasting hope* I live upon thy truth ; Thine hands have held my childhood up, And strengthened all my youth. 2 Still has my life new wonders seen Repeated ev'ry year ; Behold my days that yet remain, I trust them to thy care. Miscellaneous. 267 3 Cast me not off when strength declines, When hoary hairs arise ; And round me let thy glory shine, Whene'er thy servant dies. 4 When I lie bury'd deep in dust, My flesh shall be thy care ; These with'ring limbs with thee I trust, To raise them strong and fair. SICKNESS AND RECOVERY, 376. C. M. Stennett. Pleading with God under Affliction. 1 Why should a living man complain Of deep distress within, Since ev'ry sigh, and ev'ry pain, Is but the fruit of sin ? 2 No, Lord, I'll patiently submit, Nor ever dare rebel ; Yet sure I may, here at thy feet, My painful feelings tell. 3 Thou seest what floods of sorrow rise, And beat upon my soul ; Deep calls to deep ; O hear my cry, While stormy billows roll. 4 Yet through the stormy clouds I'll look Once more to thee, my God ; 268 MISCELLANEOUS. fix my feet upon a rock, Beyond the gaping flood. 5 One look of mercy from thy face Will set my heart at ease ; One all-commanding word of grace Will make the tempest cease. 3T7. C. M. Watts. Benefit of Afflictions and support under them. Ps. cxix. 1 Consider all my sorrows, Lord, And thy deliv'rance send ; My soul for thy salvation faints, When will my troubles end ? 2 Yet I have found 'tis good for me To bear my Father's rod ; Afflictions make me learn thy law, And live upon my God. 3 This is the comfort I enjoy, When new distress begins, 1 read thy word, I run thy way, And hate my former sins. 4 Had not thy word been my delight When earthly joys were fled, My soul, oppress'd with sorrow's weight, Had sunk amongst the dead. 5 I know thy judgments, Lord, are right, Though they may seem severe ; The sharpest suff 'rings [ endure Flow from thy faithful care. MISCELLANEOUS. 269 378. C. M. Steele. Desiring the presence of God in Affliction. 1 Thou only centre of my rest, Look down with pitying eye, While with protracted pain opprest, 1 breathe the plaintive sigh. 2 Thy gracious presence, O my God, My ev'ry wish contains ; With this, beneath affliction's load, My heart no more complains. 3 This can my ev'ry care control, Gild each dark scene with light ; This is the sunshine of the soul, Without it all is night. 4 My Lord, my life, O cheer my heart With thy reviving ray, And bid these mournful shades depart, And bring the dawn of day ! 5 O happy scenes of pure delight ! Where thy full beams impart Unclouded beauty to the sight, And rapture to the heart. 379. S. M. Beddome. Submission under Affliction. 1 Dost thou my profit seek, And chasten as a friend ? O God, I'll kiss the smarting rod, There's honey at the end. 23* 270 MISCELLANEOUS. 2 Dost thou through death's dark vale Conduct to heav'n at last ? The future good will make amends For all the evil past. 3 Lord, I would not repine At strokes in mercy sent ; Since the chastisement comes in love, My soul shall be content. 380. C. M. Watts. Recovery from sickness. 1 I love the Lord : he heard my cries, And pity'd ev'ry groan ; Long as I live, when troubles rise, I'll hasten to his throne. 2 I love the Lord : he bow'd his ear, And chas'd my griefs away; O let my heart no more despair, While I have breath to pray ! 3 My God, I cry'd, thy servant save, Thou ever good and just ; Thy pow'r can rescue from the grave, Thy pow'r is all my trust. 4 The Lord beheld me sore distrest, He bid my pains remove : Return, my soul, to God thy rest, For thou hast known his love, 5 My God hath sav'd my soul from death, And dry'd my falling tears : MISCELLANEOUS. 271 Now to his praise I'll spend my breath, And my remaining years. 381. C. M. Watts. The true improvement of life. 1 And is this life prolong'd to me ? Are days and seasons giv'n ? O let me then prepare to be A fitter heir of heav'n. 2 Now cleanse my soul from ev'ry sin, By my Redeemer's blood ; Now let my flesh and soul begin, The honours of my God. 3 Let me no more my soul beguile With sin's deceitful toys ; Let cheerful hope increasing still, Approach to heav'nly joys. 4 My thankful lips shall then proclaim The wonders of thy praise ; And spread the savour of thy name Where'er I spend my days. 5 On earth let my example shine, And when I leave this state, May heav'n receive this soul of mine To bliss supremely great. 382. S. M. Doddridge. The benefit of sanctified Affliction. 1 How gracious, and how wise, Is our chastising God ! 272 MISCELLANEOUS, And oh, how rich the blessings are, Which blossom from his rod ! 2 He lifts it up on high With pity in his heart, That ev'ry stroke his children feel May grace and peace impart. 3 Instructed thus they bow, And own his sovereign sway; They turn their erring footsteps back To his forsaken way. 4 His cov'nant love they seek, And seek the happy bands, That closer still engage their heart* To honour his commands. 5 Supported by thy love, We tend to realms of peace ; Where ev'ry pain shall far remove, And ev'ry frailty cease. 383. S. M. Watts. Spiritual and Temporal Mercies. Ps. ciii. 1 O bless the Lord, my soul ! Let all within me join, And aid my tongue to bless his name, Whose favours are divine. 2 bless the Lord, my soul ! Nor let his mercies lie Forgotten in unthankfulness, And without praises die. MISCELLANEOUS. 273 3 'Tis he forgives thy sins, 'Tis he relieves thy pain, 'Tis he that heals thy sicknesses, And makes thee young again. 4 He crowns thy life with love, When ransom'd from the grave, He that redeem'd my soul from hell, Hath sov'reign pow'r to save. 5 He fills the poor with good ; He gives the suff'rers rest : The Lord hath judgments for the pioud> And justice for th' opprest. 6 His wond'rous works and ways He made by Moses known ; But sent the world his truth and grace By his beloved Son. FUNERAL HYMNS. 384. C. M. Fawcett. Youth admonished. 1 Unthinking mortals, ye must die, Behold the king of dread, Prepar'd to let the arrow fly That ranks you with the dead I 2 Your youth and strength will nought avail, To guard you in that day ; ^ 274 MISCELLANEOUS. Your wealth and honour then will fail, Your beauty fade away. 3 The finest nerves will be unstrung, And ev'ry motion die ; Silent the captivating tongue, And dim the sparkling eye. 4 O could we realize the scene, And view the change as near ! This world would then appear more vain, The next employ our care. 5 May we in waiting posture stand, Prepar'd to take our flight ; When gentle death, with friendly hand, Shall change our faith to sight! 385. L. M. Watts. Man mortal, and God eternal. Ps. xc. 1 Through evhy 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 reign'd ere time began, Or dust was fashion'd into man ; And long thy kingdom shall endure, When earth and time shall be no more. 3 But man, weak man, is born to die, Made up of guilt and vanity : Thy dreadful sentence, Lord, was just, Return, ye sinners, to your dust. MISCELLANEOUS. 275 4 A thousand of our years amount Scarce to a day in thine account ; Like yesterday's departing light, Or the last watch of ending night. 386. L. M. Steele. The shortness of time, and frailty of man. Ps. xxxix, 1 Almighty Maker of my frame, Teach me the measure of my days ! Teach me to know how frail I am, And spend the remnant to thy praise. 2 My days are shorter than a span ; A little point my life appears ; How frail, at best, is dying man ! How vain are all his hopes and fears ! 3 Vain his ambition, noise, and show ! Vain are the cares which rack his mind ! He heaps up treasures mix'd with wo, And dies, and leaves them all behind. 4 Oh, be a nobler portion mine, My God ! I bow before thy throne ; Earth's fleeting treasures I resign, And fix my hope on thee alone. 387. C. M. Steele. At the Funeral of a young person. 1 When blooming youth is snatch'd away By death's resistless hand, Our hearts the mournful tribute pay* Which pity must demand. 276 MISCELLANEOUS. 2 While pity prompts the rising sigh, O may this truth, imprest With awful povv'r, I, too, must die, Sink deep in e\^ry breast ! 3 Let this vain world engage no more ; Behold the gaping tomb ! It bids us seize the present hour, To-morrow death may come. 4 The voice of this alarming scene, May ev'ry heart obey ; Nor be the heav'nly warning vain, Which calls to watch and pray. 5 O let us fly, to Jesus fly, Whose powerful arm can save ; Then shall our hopes ascend on high, And triumph o'er the grave. TIME AND ETERNITY. 388. S. M. Watts. The shortness and frailty of life. Psalm xc. Lord, what a feeble piece Is this our mortal frame ! Our life, how poor a trifle 'tis, That scarce deserves the name ! Alas ! the brittle clay, That built our body first ! MISCELLANEOUS. 277 And ev'ry month, and ev'ry day, 'Tis mould'ring back to dust. 3 Our moments fly apace, Nor will our minutes stay ; Just like a flood our hasty days Are sweeping us away. 4 Well, if our days must fly, We'll keep their end in sight, We'll spend them all in wisdom's way, And let them speed their flight. 5 They'll waft us sooner o'er This life's tempestuous sea ; Soon we shall reach the peaceful shore Of blest eternity. 389. C. M. Hoskins. Time is short. 1 Cor, vii, 29. 1 The time is short ! the season near, When death will us remove, To leave our friends, however dear, And all we fondly love. 2 The time is short ! sinners beware, Nor trifle time away ; The word of great salvation hear, While it is call'd to-day. 3 The time is short ! ye rebels, now To Christ the Lord submit ; To mercy's golden sceptre bow, And fall at Jesus' feet. 34 278 MISCELLANEOUS. 4 The time is short ! ye saints rejoice, The Lord will quickly come ; Soon shall you hear the Bridegroom's voice? To call you to your home. 5 The time is short ! the moment near, When we shall dwell above ; And be for ever happy there, With Jesus, whom we love. 390. L. M. Doddridge. Ttie wisdom of redeeming time. Eph. v. 15, 16. 1 God of eternity, from thee Did infant time his being draw ; Moments, and days, and months, andyears? Revolve by thine unvary'd law. 2 Silent and slow they glide away ; Steady and strong the current flows, Lost in eternity's wide sea, The boundless gulf, from whence it rose. 3 With it the thoughtless sons of men, Before the rapid streams are borne, On to that everlasting home, Whence not one soul can e'er return. 4 Great source of wisdom ! teach my heart To know the price of ev'ry hour ; That time may bear me on to joys Beyond its measure, and its pow'r. 391. L. M. Steele. Eternity joyful and tremendous. 1 Eternity is just at hand ! And shall I waste my ebbing sand, MISCELLANEOUS. 279 And careless view departing day, And throw my inch of time away? 2 Eternity ! tremendous sound ! To guilty souls a dreadful wound ! But oh ! if Christ and heav'n be mine, How sweet the accents ! how divine ! 3 Be this my chief, my only care, My high pursuit, my ardent pray'r ! An int'rest in the Saviour's blood, My pardon seal'd, and peace with God. 4 Search, Lord ! oh search my inmost heart, And light, and hope, and joy impart ; From guilt and error set me free, . And guide me safe to heav'n and thee. DEATH ANI> RESURRECTION. 392. C. M. Doddridge. Death and judgment appointed for all. Heb. ix. 27, 1 Heav'n has confirmed the great decree, That Adam's race must die ; One gen'ral ruin sweeps them down, And low in dust they lie. 2 Ye living men, the tombs survey, Where you must quickly dwell ; Hark ! how the awful summons sounds In ev^ry fun'ral knell. 280 MISCELLANEOUS. 3 Once you must die ; and once for all The solemn purport weigh ; For know, that heav'n or hell attend On that important day. 4 Those eyes, so long in darkness veiPd, Must wake, the judge to see ; And ev'ry word and ev'ry thought, Must pass his scrutiny. 5 O may we, in the judge behold Our Saviour and our Friend ! And, far beyond the reach of death, With all his saints ascend. 393. C. M. Watts. Frail life and succeeding eternity. 1 Thee we adore, Eternal Name, And humbly own to thee, How feeble is our mortal frame ; What dying worms are we ! 2 Dangers stand thick through all the ground, To push us to the tomb ; And fierce diseases wait around, To hurry mortals home. 3 Great God ! on what a slender thread Hang everlasting things ; Th' eternal states of all the dead 5 Upon life's feeble strings. 4 Infinite joy, or endless wo, Attends on ev'ry breath ; MISCELLANEOUS. 281 And yet how unconcern'd we go Upon the brink of death. 5 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense, To walk this dang'rous road ; And if our souls be hurry'd hence, May they be found with God. 394. S. M. Newton. "Let me die the death of the righteous" Num. xxiii. 10. 1 How blest the righteous are When they resign their breath ! No wonder Balaam wish'd to share In such a happy death, 2 Oh ! let me die, said he y The death the righteous do ; When life is ended, let me be Found with the faithful few. 3 The force of truth, how great ! When enemies confess ; None but the righteous whom they hate, A solid hope possess. 4 But Balaam's wish was vain, His heart was insincere ; He thirsted for unrighteous gain, And sought his portion here. 5 May we, O Lord, most high, Warning from hence receive ; If like the righteous we would die, To choose the life they live. 24* 282 MISCELLANEOUS, 395. S. M. Watts. Triumph over death, in hope of the resurrection. 1 And must this body die 1 This noble frame decay ? And must these active limbs of mine Lie mould'ring in the clay 1 Corruption, earth, and worms, Can but destroy this flesh, Till my triumphant Saviour comes, To put it on afresh. 3 God, my Redeemer, lives, And often from the skies Looks down, and watches o'er my dust, Till he shall bid it rise. 4 Array'd in glorious grace, Shall these our bodies shine ; And ev'ry shape, and ev'ry face, Look heav'nly and divine. 5 These lively hopes we owe To Jesus' dying love ; We would adore his grace below, And sing his pow'r above. 6 Dear Lord, accept the praise Of these our humble songs, Till tunes of nobler sound we raise With our immortal tongues. 396. C.' M. Watts. A prospect of heaven makes death easy, 1 There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign ; MISCELLANEOUS. 283 Infinite day excludes the night. And pleasures banish pain. 2 There everlasting spring abides, And never-with'ring flow'rs ; Death, like a narrow sea, divides This heav'nly land from ours. 3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood, Stand drest in living green ; So to the Jews old Canaan stood, And Jordan roll'-d between. 4 But tirn'rous mortals start and shrink, To cross this narrow sea ; And linger, shiv'ring on the brink, And fear to launch away. 5 O ! could we make our doubts remove, Those gloomy doubts that rise, And see the Canaan that we love, With unbeclouded eyes ! 6 Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er, Not Jordan's streams, nor death's cold flood, Could fright us from the shore. 39!. C. M. Watts. Death and immediate glory. 2 Cor. v. 1, 5 — 8. There is a house not made with hands, Eternal and on high, Where, when the maker God commands, Our waiting souls shall fly. 284 MISCELLANEOUS, 2 Ere long this prison of our clay Must be dissolv'd, and fall ; Then shall we joyfully obey Our heav'nly Father's call. 3 'Tis he, by his almighty grace, That forms us meet for heav'n ; And, as an earnest of the place, Has his own Spirit giv'n. 4 We walk by faith of joys to come, As promis'd in the word ; But, while the body is our home, We're absent from the Lord. JUDGMENT. 398. 8, 7, 4. 1 Lo ! he comes, with clouds descending, Once for favour'd sinners slain : Thousand thousand saints attending, Swell the triumph of his train ; Hallelujah' ! Jesus now shall ever reign, S Ev'ry eye shall now behold him, Rob'd in dreadful majesty : Those who set at nought and sold him, Pierc'd and nail'd him to the tree, Deeply wailing, Shall the true Messiah see. MISCELLANEOUS. 285 Ev'ry island, sea, and mountain, Heav'n and earth shall flee away: All who hate him must, confounded, Hear the trump proclaim the day : Come to judgment! Come to judgment ! come away ! Now redemption, long expected, See in solemn pomp appear ! All his saints, by man rejected, Rise to meet him in the air : Hallelujah ! See the day of God appear ! 399. C. M. Stennett. 1 He comes ! he comes ! to judge the world, Aloud th' archangel cries! While thunders roll from pole to pole, And light'nings cleave the skies. 2 Princes and peasants here expect Their last, their righteous doom ; The men who dar'd his grace reject, And they who dar'd presume. 3 Amid the shouts of num'rous friends, Of hosts divinely bright, The Judge in solemn pomp descends, Array'd in robes of light. 4 His head and hairs are white as snow, His eyes a fiery flame, A radiant crown adorns his brow, And Jesus is his name. 286 MISCELLANEOUS, 5 Writ on his thigh his name appears, And scars his victories tell : Lo ! in his hand the conq'ror bears The keys of death and hell. 6 So he ascends the judgment-seat, And at his dread command, Myriads of creatures round his feet, In solemn silence stand. 400. S. M. Doddridge, 1 .And will the Judge descend? And must the dead arise'? And not a single soul escape His all- discerning eyes 1 2 How will my heart endure The terrors of that day ; When earth and heav'n, before his face, Astonish'd, shrink away? 3 But ere the trumpet shakes The mansions of the dead ; Hark ! from the gospel's cheering sound, What joyful tidings spread ! 4 Ye sinners, seek his grace, Whose wrath ye cannot bear ; Fly to the shelter of his cross, And find salvation there. 5 So shall that curse remove, By which the Saviour bled ; And the last awful day shall pour His blessing on your head. MISCELLANEOUS. 287 401. L. M. Needham* The books opened. Rev. xx. 12. 1 Methinks the last great day is come, Methinks I hear the trumpet sound, That shakes the earth, rends ev'ry tomb, And wakes the pris'ners under ground. 2 The mighty deep gives up her trust, Aw'd by the Judge's high command ; Both small and great now quit their dust, And round the dread tribunal stand. 3 Behold the awful books display'd, Big with th' important fates of men ; Each deed and word now public made, As wrote by Heav'n's unerring pen. 4 To ev'ry soul, the books assign The joyous or the dread reward : Sinners, in vain lament and pine ; No pleas the Judge will here regard. 5 Lord, when these awful leaves unfold, May life's fair book my soul approve : There may I read my name enroll'd, And triumph in redeeming love. PARTICULAR SEASONS. 402. L. M. Doddridge. For a New Year's day. 1 Great God, we sing that mighty hand, By which supported still we stand ; 288 MISCELLANEOUS. The op'ning 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 depress'd, Thou art our joy, and thou our rest ; Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise, Ador'd through all our changing days. 5 When death shall interrupt these songs, And seal in silence mortal tongues, Our Helper-God, in whom we trust, In better worlds our souls shall boast. 403. L. M. Doddridge. Close of the year. 1 My helper God ! I bless his name ; The same his pow'r, his grace the same ; The tokens of his friendly care Open and crown, and close the year. 2 I 'midst ten thousand dangers stand, Supported by his guardian hand ; And see, when I survey my ways, Ten thousand monuments of praise. MISCELLANEOUS. 289 3 Thus far his arm hath led me on ; Thus far I make his mercy known ; And while I tread this desert land, New mercies shall new songs demand. 4 My joyful soul .on Jordan's shore Shall raise one sacred pillar more ; Then bear, in his bright courts above, Inscriptions of immortal love. 404. L. M. Doddridge. The seasons crowned with goodness. Ps. lxv. 11. 1 Eternal source of ev'ry joy ! Well may thy praise our lips employ, While in thy temple we appear, Whose goodness crowns the circling year. 2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll, Thy hand supports the steady pole ; The sun is taught by thee to rise, And darkness when to veil the skies. 3 The flow'ry spring at thy command, Perfumes the air and paints the land ; The summer rays with vigour shine, To raise the corn and cheer the vine. 1 Thy hand in autumn richly pours, Through all our coasts redundant stores ; And winters, soften'd by thy care, No more the face of horror wear. 5 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days, Demand successive songs of praise ; 25 290 MISCELLANEOUS. And be the grateful homage paid, With morning light and ev'ning shade. 6 Here in thy house let incense rise, And circling sabbaths bless our eyes, Till to those lofty heights we soar, Where days and years revolve no more* 405. C. M. A birth-day hymn. 1 And now, my soul, another year Of my short life is past ; I cannot long continue here, And this may be my last, 2 Much of my dubious life is gone. Nor will return again ; And swift my passing moments run, The few that yet remain. 3 Awake, my soul ! with utmost care Thy true condition learn ; What are thy hopes, how sure, how fair ; And what thy great concern? 4 Hold fast thy faith ; live to tin God, And on bis grace depend ; Wntfozeai pursue the heav'oly road, Nor doubt a happy end. 406. C. M. Addison. The traveller's hymn. I How are thy servants bless'd, O Lord, How sure is their defence ! MISCELLANEOUS 291 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'll adore ; We'll praise thee for thy mercies past, And humbly hope for more. 40T. 148th. Cowper. Types of Christ, or, Old Testament Gospel. 1 Israel, in ancient days, Not only had a view Of Sinai in a blaze, But learn'd the gospel too : The types and figures were a glass, In which they saw the Saviour's face, 2 The paschal sacrifice, And blood-besprinkled door. 292 MISCELLANEOUS. Seen with eulighten'd eyes, And once apply 'cl with pow'r ; Would teach the need of other blood, To reconcile the world to God. 3 The lamb, the dove, set forth His perfect innocence, Whose blood of matchless worth Should be the soul's defence ; For he, who can for sin atone, Must have no failings of his own, 4 The scape-goat, on Km head The people's trespass bore, And to the desert led, Was to be seen no more ; In him, our surety seem'd to say, Behold, I bear your sins away. 5 Dipt in his fellow's blood, The living bird went free; The type well understood, Express'd the sinner's plea: Describ'd a guilty soul enlarged, And by a Saviour's death discharg'd. 6 Jesus, I love to trace, Throughout the sacred page, The footsteps of thy grace, The same in ev'ry age : O grant that I may faithful be, To clearer light, vouchsaf 'd to me. ALPHABETIC A I, IffDEX! OF t.;e first ll\e of each hymn, A glory gilds the sacred page A good High Priest has come Afflicted saint, to Christ draw near Ah, wretched souls, who strive in vain All hail, incarnate God Almighty Father, gracious Lord Almighty Maker of my frame Aloud we sing the wond'rous grace And art thou with us, gracious Lord And can our hearts aspire so high And did the holy and the just And is the gospel peace and love And is this life prolonged to me And must this body die And now, my soul, another year j(lnd will the great eternal God And will the Judge descend Another six days' work is done Are we the soldiers of the cross Arise, O King of grace, arise As the sun's enliv'ning ray Attend, ye children of our God At thy command, our dearest Lord Awake, awake, O drowsy soul Awake, awake, the sacred song Awake, my soul, and with the sun Awake, our souls, and bless his name Hymn, 109 86 143 356 334 21 386 178 138 222 311 40 381 395 405 266 400 289 192 267 338 263 306 234 29 357 82 294 INDEX. Awake, our souls, away our fears Awake, our souls, stretch ev'ry nerve Awake our zeal, awake our lo^e Awake, sweet gratitude, and sing Away from ev'ry mortal care Before Jehovah's awful throne Begin, our tongues, some heav'nlv theme Behold ! the grace appears Behold the morning sun Behold the Saviour of mankind Behold the sure foundation stone Behold the wretch whose lusts and wine Bless'd be the everlasting God Bless'd Jesus, source of grace divine Bless'd is the man whose soft'ning heart Blest are the sons of peace Blest are the souls that hear and know Blest be Ihe dear uniting love Blest be the tie that binds By God's sure word we know Children of the heav'nly King Christ is risen from the dead . Christ, the Lord, is ris'n to-day Come, all ye souls, by sin oppress'd Come hither, all ye weary souls Come humble souls, ye mourners come Come, let us now forget our mirth . Come, let us join our cheerful songs Come, sinners, saith the mighty God Come, thou long expected Jesus Come, weary souls, w T ith sins distress'd Come, we that love the Lord Come, ye that love the Saviour's name Come, ye weary, heavy laden Consider all my sorrows, Lord Dear Father, bow our stubborn will Dear Lord ! and shall thy Spirit rest Dear Saviour ! when our thoughts recall Deep are the wounds which sin has made Depraved minds on ashes feed INDEX. 295 Destruction's dang'rous road Dismiss us with thy blessing, Lord Do we believe what Jesus saith Do we not know that solemn word Dost thou my profit seek Early upon the first-day morn Eternal God, enthron'd on high Eternal Pow'r ! whose high abode . Eternal source of ev'ry joy Eternity is just at hand . Exalted Prince of life, we own Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss Faith is the brightest evidence Fantastic delights no more we desire Far as thy name is known Father of all, thy care we bless Father of mercies, bow thine ear Father of mercies, in thy word Father, we sing thy wond'rous grace Forgiveness ! 'tis a joyful sound Fountain of blessing ever bless'd Frequent the day of God returns From all that dwell below the skies Give thanks to God most high Give us the wings of faith, to rise Glorious things of thee are spoken Glory to God ! who reigns above Glory to th' eternal King Glory to thee, my God, this night God, in the gospel of his Son God of eternal love, attend God of eternity, from thee God of the morning, at whose voice Go teach the nations, and baptize Grace ! 'tis a charming sound Great Father of mankind Great God, and is thy table spread Great God, we in thy courts appear Great God, we own the sentence just Great God, we sinsr that mighty hand Hymn. 232 294 193 254 379 51 374 13 404 391 69 160 154 221 270 353 327 105 41 122 188 290 11 10 230 269 90 9 365 111 362 390 360 250 116 265 314 257 348 40? 296 INDEX. Great is our God on Zion's hill Great is the Lord; his works of might Great Lord of earth, and sea, and skies Great Sov'reign of the earth and sky Great Zion's King, we suppliant bow Had we the tongues of Greeks and Jews Hail! hail! the happy wish'd for time Happy thie heart where graces reign Happy the souls in Jesus join'd Hark how the gospel-trumpet sounds Hark : the glad sound, the Saviour's come Hark ! the herald-angels sing Hark ! 'tis the Saviour's voice we hear He comes ! he comes ! to judge the world He dy'd, the Friend of sinners dy'd He lives, the great Redeemer lives Hear, gracious Sov'reign ! from thy throne Hear what the voice from heav'n proclaims Heav'n has confirm'd the great decree Here at the water we appear . Here at thy table, Lord, we meet High in the heav'ns, eternal God Hither, ye lab'ring sinners, come Ho ! ev'ry one that thirsts, draw nigh Hosanna to the King Hosanna to the Prince of light Hosanna to the royal Son How are thy servants bless'd, O Lord How blest the righteous are How charming is the place How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord How free and boundless is the grace How gracious, and how wise How honourable is the place . How lovely, how divinely sweet How oft have sin and Satan strove How pleasant, how divinely fair How pleasing to behold and see How precious are thy statutes, Lord How precious is the book divine How rich are thy provisions, Lord How shall we our Saviour set forth ixdf;x. ;^7 How sweet, how heav'nly is the sight How vast the blessings, how divine Humble souls who seek salvation I love the Lord : he heard my cries If duty calls, and suffering too In ev'ry trouble, sharp and strong In Jordan's tide the Baptist stands In raptures let our hearts ascend In thee, thou all-sufficient God Infinite excellence is thine Is there ambition in our heart Israel, in ancient days It is the Lord, enthron'd in light It shall be well, let sinners know- Jehovah reigns; he dwells in light Jesus, dear name, how sweet the sound Jesus, how precious is thy name Jesus invites his saints Jesus, mighty King in Zion Jesus, our Saviour, and our God Jesus, the spring of joys divine Jesus, thou lowly bleeding Lamb Jesus, thy blessings are not few Jesus, we love thy charming name Jesus, we sing thy matchless grace Join'd in the bonds of sacred \o\e : Joy to the world ; Messiah's come . Kind are the words that Jesus speaks Kindred in Christ, for his dear sake Laden with guilt, and full of fears . Let all our tongues be one Let ev'ry mortal ear attend Let God's redeemed join in songs . Let him to whom we now belong Let not your hearts within you grieve Let party names no more Let us not sorrow, when our friends Let Zion's watchmen all awake Lo ! he comes, with cfouds descending Hymn. 174 194 252 380 228 168 247 59 336 81 201 407 220 225 2 237 93 302 255 207 96 325 128 172 85 324 30 139 335 107 312 125 44 199 100 177 349 326 398 298 INDEX. Lo i what a glorious corner-stone Lo ! what an entertaining sight Lo ! Wisdom stands with smiling face Look back, ye saints, with grateful love Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing . Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing . Lord, dost thou show a corner-stone Lord, hast thou call'd us by thy grace Lord, hast thou made us know thy ways Lord, if thou thy grace impart Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear Lord, let thy presence now attend Lord of Hosts, how lovely fair Lord of the sabbath, hear our vows Lord of the worlds above Lord, thou hast search'd and seen us through Lord, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand . Lord, we adore thy wond'rous grace Lord, we confess our num'rous faults Lord, we have made thy word our choice Lord, what a feeble piece Lord, when thou didst ascend on high Lord, while around thy board we meet Loud let the tuneful trumpet sound May the grace of Christ our Saviour Methinks the last great day is come Mistaken souls, that dream of heav'n Mortals, awake, with angels join My God, accept my early vows My God, how endless is thy love My God, my everlasting hope My helper God ! I bless his name Nature with open volume stands Not all the blood of beasts Not difPrent food, nor different dress Not the malicious or profane Not to condemn the sons of men Not with our mortal eyes Now fo ilow with thy pow'r, O Lord Now from the altar of our hearts Now i? th' accepted time . INDEX. 299 Now let each happy guest Now let our cheerful eyes survey Now let our mournful songs record Now let our voices join Now let us raise our cheerful strains Now may the God of peace and love Now may the God of peace and love Now to the Lamb, that once was slain O Bless the Lord, my soul O for a shout of sacred joy O God of mercy ! hear our call O God, our Saviour and our King O Lord, we would delight in thee O that the Lord would guide our waj O Thou, whose tender mercy hears O what amazing words of grace O what stupendous mercy shines O'er the gloomy hills of darkness On Zion, his most holy mount Once more, before we part Once more, O Lord, we have receiv'd Once more the cheerful sun's withdrawn Our dearest friends depart and die Our God, how cheerful is the sound Our gracious Redeemer we love Our Jesus, while in mortal flesh Our Lord is risen from the dead Our souls shall magnify the Lord Our spirits look to God alone . Our times of sorrow and of joy 'tis a grace divine Patience ! O, Praise ye the Lord, exalt his name Praise ye the Lord, 'tis good to raise Proclaim, saith Christ, my wond'rous grace Reform, and be immers'd Rejoice, the Lord is King Rejoice, ye righteous, in the Lord Religion is the chief concern Repent, the voice celestial cries Rise, O our souls, pursue the path Hymn. 322 73 47 205 67 198 292 298 383 61 214 179 189 147 217 241 185 330 1J2 297 318 364 34G 140 170 161 57 26 158 219 236 8 24 261 253 65 15 372 245 159 3.90 1 \ DEX. Rock of asres, :ltei Hymn. 95 Salvation ! O melodious sound Salvation! O the joyful sound Salvation, what a glorious plan Saviour divine ! we praise thy name Saviour of men, and Lord of love See how the rising sun See how the willing converts trace Shall the redeem'd above Should bounteous nature kindly pom- Shout, for the blessed Jesus reigns . Sing to the Lord above Sing to the Lord that built the skies Sing, ye redeemed of the Lord Sinners, behold that downward road Sinners, behold the Lamb of God . Sinners, the voice of God regard Sinners, you are now address'd Sitting around our Father's board So did the Hebrew prophet raise So fair a face bedew'd with tears So let our lips and lives express Soldiers of Christ, arise . Soldiers of Christ, arise . Sov'reign of life, we own thy hand Stand up, ye saints, and boldly march Stop, poor sinner, stop and think Stretch'don the cross, the Saviour dy J d Submissive to thy will, O God Sweet is the mem'ry of thy grace Sweet is the work, O God, our King Thanks to thy name, O Lord, that we The day is past and gone The fountain of Christ, with pleasure we The God of love will sure indulge The great Redeemer we adore The heav'ns declare thy glory, Lord The holy Eunuch, when baptiz'd Th' importance of a sacred right The lands, that long in darkness lay The long expected morn ing INDEX. 301 The Lord, descending from above The Lord is come : the heav'ns proclaim The Lord is ris'n indeed The Lord of glory is our light The Lord our shepherd is The mem'ry of our dying Lord The mighty God will not despise The promises we sing The righteous Lord, supremely great The Saviour calls, let ev'ry ear The spacious firmament on high The time is short ! the season near The true Messiah now appears Thee we adore, Eternal Name There is a fountain fill'd with blood There is a house not made with hands There is a land of pure delight There is no path to heav'nly bliss There's joy in heav'n, and joy on earth This is the day the Lord hath made Thou art, O God! a spirit pure Thou, God, all glory, honour, pow'r Thou only centre of my rest Though troubles assail, and dangers affright Through ev'ry age, eternal God Thus far the Lord has led me on Thus it became the Prince of Grace Thus the eternal Father spake Thus was the great Redeemer plung'd Thus we resolve before the Lord Thy mercies fill the earth, O Lord Thy presence, everlasting God Thy way, O God, is in the sea 'Tis fmish'd ;— so the Saviour cry'd 'Tis by the faith of joys to come To Christ, the Lord, let ev'ry tongue To God, the only wise To God, the universal King To him who on the fatal cross To our Almighty Maker, God To our Redeemer's glorious name To spend one sacred day To thee let my first off 'ring rise Hymn. 123 33 58 272 98 307 216 146 213 129 12 389 74 393 83 397 396 99 332 52 6 319 378 145 385 366 258 70 248 227 153 339 22 48 155 78 209 1 195 120 310 283 358 302 1NDLX. 'Twas on that dark, that doleful night 'Twas on that night, when doom'd to know 'Twas the commission of our Lord . Unthinking mortals, ye must die , Was pride, alas, e'er made for man . We bless thee, O thou worthy Lamb We will extol thee, Lord, on high We're not asham'd to own our Lord Welcome, sweet day of rest What equal honours shall we bring What honours we enjoy ... What myst'ries, Lord, in thee combine What shall the dying sinner do What though these bodies shall decay What wisdom, majesty, and grace When blooming youth is snatch'd away When God is nigh, our faith is strong When Israel through the desert pass'd When we are rais'd from deep distress When we survey the wond'rous cross Where is our God ? does he retire Where two or three with sweet accord While carnal men, with all their might While many sing of inward good While our Redeemer's near While shepherds watch'd their flocks by night Why do we mourn departed friends Why should a living man complain Why sinks our weak desponding mind Why will ye lavish out your years With heart and voice unfeign'd With humble heart and tongue With joy and gladness we would sing With pity, Lord, thy servants view Ye dying sons of men Ye glitt'ring toys of earth, adieu Ye hearts with youthful vigour warm Ye humble souls, approach your God Ye humble souls, rejoice Ye humble souls, that seek the Lord INDEX. m OUO Ye little flock, whom Jesus feeds Ye naked, wretched, hungry, poor Ye saints of ev'ry rank, with joy Ye scarlet-colour'd sinners, come Ye servants of the Lord . Ye servants of the living Lord Ye sin-sick souls draw near Ye sons of men, in sacred lays Ye sons of men, with joy record Ye that obey th' immortal King Ye tribes of Adam, join . Yes : the Redeemer rose Yonder — amazing sight ! we see Hymn . 141 134 196 243 190 45 242 14 16 355 25 53 43 Zeal is that pure and heav'nly flame 229 EXPLANATION Of THE VARIOUS METRES Hymn. L. M 8 8 8 8 . 108 CM . 8 6 8 6 . 103 S. M. .....6686. 98 J04th. . . . . . 10 10 11 11 . 145 112th. ... 8 8 8 8 8 8 . 247 148th. 6 6 6 6 4 4 4 4. 25 148th. ...666688. 102 7s 7 7 7 7 . 278 7, 6. 7 6 7 6 7 6 7 6 . 235 8, 8, 6. ... 8 8 6 8 8 6 . 99 8,7. 8 7 8 7 8 7 8 7 . 252 8, 7, 4. ... 8 7 8 7 4 7 . 126 Us 11 11 11 I! . 142 & 7 7 4* V*" vf% ^^ Deacidified using the Bookkeeper process. **&■ oVJp&Ar * a/ ^ Neutralizing agent: Magnesium Oxide vS, 'o . . * A ,.. 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