"^'^^^'' XnA/ i^^^S^iPi ^t'^^^ 'yfik'^iA '^■■^■^ C\ /■'^ ^ V A A>'i SPffi '^.'^ A^ &w m r^^f^'^'^ \F'f^i m&^ /Tt^^U^ 7^- ^ -f3 1 0^ li X ^m + SCECILIA+ a cofoton d Oh^xi^Tlm WO^^O ^^0^^0( G LONDON KWarne and Co: NlwYork,^cribner)Velford6^(!° Be ■•>■.' DAV U. + * ^- ^kt iiiiiiii Amovo the departments of popular literature wliicli have been made the subject of illustrated art books, the wide field of Ilymnology bas as yet been unrepresented. While collections of "Hymns" and of " Psalms and Hymns " for congregational use have been indefinitely multiplied, hardly a year passing without bringing its contribution to the general stock, the works of individual authors only have been selected from among the writers of sacred poetry for publication in an illustrated form. It is believed that the want has been frequently felt of a book of this kind, that shall fairly represent the various authors who, from the twelfth to the present century, have built up the beautiful temple of sacred song that stands forth as the orna- ment and pride of our English literature. To supply that want has been the object of the present volume. How far that object has been attained the public must judge. The commencement of the era of modern hymn writing is coin- cident with that of the Reformation, and, like the Reformation, is associated with the name of Martin Luther. The great German reformer, anxious to spread among the people the tidings of better Ihin-s that had arisen, wrote thirty-seven sacred songs, some founded on the Psalms, like the celebrated ^' Eine feste Burrj ist vnser Gottr others from old Latin hymns, others again from popular German songs, and not a few entirely original compositions. Thus he may be looked upon as the founder of congregational church singing ; and in this, as in other departments of his work, he was assisted by the co-operation of a number of friends, and succeeded by many followers, such as Justus Jonas, 8pengler, Kohler, Wehe, Mathesius, and others ; and while the elders were thus enabled to express in song their belief and tlieir aspirations, the younger lambs of the fokf were not forgotten; witness the beautiful " Christmas Hymn for Children," written fi)r the little ones by the great reformer himselt. The rise of Hymnology in England dates from a period consider- ablv lat(>r. Whi'le the Latin hymns were banished from our churches, ^- -^ no attempt was made for a long time to supply their place by sacred songs in the language of the people ; but in 15G3 appeared " The Whole Book of Psalms : Collected into English Metre by Thomas Sternhold, John Hopkins, and Others;" and the importance of this kind of literature as a vehicle of Christian instruction is recognized in the quaint old title-page, which announces that these songs are " set forth, and allowed to be sung in all churches, of all the people together, before and after morning and evening prayer ; and also before and after sermons, and moreover in private houses, for their godly solace and comfort ; laying apart all ungodly songs and ballads, which tend only to the nourishing of vice and corrupting of youth." With all its ruggedness and old-fashioned quaintness, this version of the old translators is not destitute of a certain gran- deur, as in the following stanza : " The Lord descended from above, and bowed the heavens high, And round about His feet He threw the darkness of the sky : On cherub and on cherubim right royally He rode. And on the wings of mighty winds came flying all abroad." The Elizabethan era was unfavourable to the development of hymn writing, and thus very few of the productions of that period have been incorporated into our collections. The style of writing was too fanciful and allegorical to obtain favour with the people generally, and this species of composition remained the elegant pastime of the fcAV rather than the vehicle of instruction for the many. In the latter half of the seventeenth century Milton led the way, in a style combining massive grandeur with polished elegance, to a more general appreciation of the value of Hymnology ; and in the eighteenth and the present centuries the subject has been worthily treated by writers whose genius was quickened by true piety and a fervent desire for the promotion of what was good and holy. Such writers were Ken, the faithful-minded bishop, Cowper, the gifted poet, the fervent Watts, the earnest-hearted AV^esleys, and a multitude of others. This volume of selections from the treasures of British Hymnology is olfei'ed in the sincere hope that, as the before-mentiimed quaint title-page has it, these hymns may be accepted in many " private houses, for their gudly solace and comfort." p- >!<- -^ mmmmm The Creator Prayer The Lord's Day Faith . Hope Love . Joy . . . Patience Morning Evening Night Seed-time and Harvest . The Old and New Year Death and the Grave The Judgment The Nativity Baptism The Lord's Supper The Passion of Our Lord The Crucifixion The Resurrection and Ascension The Kingdom of Christ . Heaven Appendix Index Page 1 17 33 51 71 83 95 105 iM 123 133 143 153 159 167 173 181 187 197 201 205 217 225 241 249 t^t- ^- T ' rnisr m tljc I - ovti. Sing unto tlir ! -. ovli a nrto song, nnB i > is praise in tijf rongrrgation of saints. jJs.iltii rtlir. 1. -^'i ^- ^]}t ^xt'aiox. nijjcr §)]}t ,S0rrs Bn ■*^ '^ jr. -a R rs (ft w K> ss S o j::n .S^ !.R 5 .5 Wfje high antf loftg ©ne tijat infjabitetlj eternitg. lEeaial), Ibti. 15. IBicmcmbcr nobj tfjg ©"rcator in tl^^ Ijags of tJjg jautlj. EccksiagtcB, lii. t. -^ ^ •a ^ -S «3 ^ rfrv ►S o e € R* « t-4 S o vt !-• n Ji w s n A a an'--. -►^^ 'i^- The Ilea pens declare the f/lon/ of God, and I he firmament sheweUi His handi/work. Psalm xix. l. spacious liniKiinent on lii^h. With all tlie blue elliereal i*ky. And spangled heavens, a shining tVan Their great Original proclaim. Th' unwearied sun. iVoiu day to day, Does his Creator's power display : And publishes to every laud The work of an Alniightv Hand. ^- t'l*- -* 77/ c:' Creator Soon as tlie evciiiny sharles prevail, The moon takes up tlie wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth ; Whilst all the stars that round her hurn, And all the planets in their turn. Confirm the tidings as they roll. And spread the truth from pole to pole. What though in solemn silence all Move round the dark terrestrial ball ? What though nor real voice nor sourid Amid their radiant orbs be found r In Reason's ear they all rejoice. And utter forth a glorious voice, Tor ever singing as they shine, "The Hand that made us is DrvTXE." tr-^-eJ^ ^^^■^- Joseph Addison. Mdkr (I jo)/J'"l ixiisp nnln ilic Lord, nil i/r lands. Psalm c. 1. EFORE .Teho\ah's awful throne, Ye nations bow with sacred joy ; Know that the Lord is God alone^ He can create, and He destro}'. His sovereign power, without our aid. Made us of clay, and formed us men ; And wluMi, like wandering sheep, we strayed, He brought us to His fold again. AVc'll crowd Tliy gates with thankful songs, High as the heavens our xoices raise ; *- -►;< 7//e Creator. Ami earth, willi lior ton tlioiisaiul loiij^ut's, Sliall fill Thy coiiiis with sounding praise. Wide as the world is Thy command, Vast as eteriiiiy Thy love ! l''inii as a roek Thy truth shall slaiul When rollin'' years shall cease lo niovt' haac Watt)<. ^^'i^^^ Let us come before His presence with thanhghiiifj, and make a joyful noise unto Him tcith psalms. Psalm xcv. 2. OME, O come ! in pious lays Sound we God Almighty's praise; Hither bring, in one consent, Heart, and voice, and instrument ; Music add of every kind, Sound the trump, the cornet wind, Strike the viol, touch the lute. Let not tongue nor string be mute ; Nor a creature dumb be found That hath, either voice or sound. Let those things which do not live lu still music praises give : Lowly pipe, ye worms that creep On the earth or in the deep ; Loud aloft your voices strain. Beasts and monsters of the main ; Birds, your warbling treble sing ; Clouds, your peals of thunder ring ; Sun and moon, exalted higher, And, bright stars, augment the choir. ->^i ^- The Creator. Come, ye sons of Imman race. In this clionis take your j^lace, Aud amid the mortal throng Be you masters of the song : Angels and supernal powers, Be the noblest tenor yours : Let, in praise of Grod, the sound Eun a never-ending round, That our song of praise may be Everlasting, as is He. From earth's vast and holloAv womb, Music's deepest bass may come ; Seas aud floods, from sliore to shore Shall their counter-tenors roar : To this concert when we sing, AVhistling winds, your descants bring That our song may over-climb All the bounds of space and time, And ascend from sphere to sphere, To the great Almighty's ear. So from Heaven on earth He shall Let His gracious blessings fall ; And this huge wide orb we see Shall one choir, one temple be ; Where in such a praiseful tone We will sing what He hath done. That the cursed fiends below Shall thereat impatient grow : Then, O come, in pious lays Sound we God Almighty's praise ! Geovife Witlwi ■^ -* Jj^ ^W \^ Ills Name (il'jiw is cvcellerU ; His ijlorj) is abuco tlu' earth and lieucen. HsALii cxlviii. 13. |.; sons of men, with joy record The various wonders of the Jjord, And let His power and goodness sound Through all your tribes the earth around. Let the high heavens your songs invite — Those spacious fields of brilliant light, AV'here sun, and moon, and planets roll, And stars that glow from pole to pole. See earth in verdant robes arrayed, Its herbs and flowers, its fruit and shade View the In-oad sea's majestic plains, Anil lliiiik liow wide its Maker reigns. ^^ ■^ ►^^- -►^^ 77/f" Creator But Oh, that brighter world above, ^VTiere lives and reigns Incarnate Love ! Grod's only Son, in flesh arrayed, Por man a bleeding victim made. Thither, my soul, with rapture soar ; There in the land of praise adore. This theme demands an angel's lay — Demands an nndeclining day. Philip Doddridge. --^^^^P^-^ The earth is full of the goodiiess of the Lord. Psalm x.\xiii. 5. HT goodness. Lord, our souls confess. Thy goodness we adore ; A spring, whose blessings never fail, A sea without a shore. Sun, moon, and stars Thy love attest In every cheerful ray ; Love draws the curtain of the night. And love restores the day. Thy bounty every season crowns With all the bliss it yields, AVith joyful clusters bend the vines. With harvests wave tlie fields. But chiefly Thy compassions, Lord, Are in the Gospel seen ; There, like the sun, Thy mercy shines AVithout a cloud between. Thomas Gibbons. *- -^ ->b 771 e Crralor. Praise the Lord for His rjoodness, and for His wonderful works to the children of men. Psalm cvii. M STXG til' almighty power of God, That made the mountains rise, That spread the flowing seas abroad. And built the lofty skies. I sing the wisdom that ordained The sun to rule the day : The moon shines full at His command, And all the stars obey. I sing the goodness of the Lord, That filled the earth with food ; He formed the creatures with His word. And then pronounced them good. Lord, how Thy wonders are displayed Where'er I turn my eye, If I survey the ground I tread. Or gaze upon the sky ! There's not a plant or flower below But makes Tliy glories known ; And clouds arise, and tempests blow. By order from Thy throne. CVeatures, as num'rous as they be, Are subject to Thy care ; There 's not a place where we can flee But God is present there. In Heaven He shines with beams of love AVith wrath in Itell beneath ; 'Tis on His earth I stand or move, And 'tis His air I breathe. His hand is my perpetual guard ; He keeps me with His eye ; How should I then forget the Lord. Who is for ever nigh r Isaac Watts. ■^H *;^- -^ The Cremator *_T_T x-fT. Let even/ thinfj that hath breath pram tlie Ijord. Pi-akc 1/e the Lord. FSALM Cl. 6. AkF\. jny soul, how everything Strives to serve our bounteous King ; Each a double tribute pays, Sings its part, and then obeys. ZS^ature's chief and sweetest choir Him with cheerful notes admire ; Chanting every day their lauds. While the grove their song apjilauds. Though their voices lower be, Streams ha^e too their melodv ; Night and day they warbling run. Never pause, but still sing on. All the flowers that gild the spring Hither their still music bring ; If Heaven bless them, thankful, tbey Smell more sweet and look more gav. Wake, for shame! my sluggish heart. AVake, and gladly sing thy part ; Learn of birds, and springs, and Howers, How to use thy nolder powers. Call whole nature to thy aid, Since 'twas He whole nature made ; Join in one eternal song, AVho to one God all belong. Live for ever, glorious Lord ! Live, by all Thy works adored : One in Three, and Three in One, 'J'hrice we bow to Thee alone ! John Austin ^ ^- ■*b lite Creator nice thanks luilu titc Luat ; for Ik h wrjJ : for Uis nierci/ emturdh for cvt:r. () God, ye choir above, begin A hymn so loud and strong, That all the universe may hear And join the grateful song. Praise Him, thou sun, who dwells unseen Amidst transcendent light, Wliere thy refulgent orb would seem A spot as dark as night. Thou silver moon, ye host of stars. The universal song Through the serene and silent night To listening worlds prolong. Sing Him, ye distant worlds and sull^ From whence no travelling ray Hatli yet to us, through ages past, Had time to make its way. Assist, ye raging storms, and bear On rapid wings His praise, From north to south, from east to wt'si\ Through heaven, and earth, and seas. Exert your voice, ye furious fires That rend the watery cloud. And thunder to this nether world Tour Maker's words aloud. Te works of God, that dwell unknown Beneath the rolling main ; Ye birds, that sing among the groves, And swcc]) the azure plain ; >^- -* ^ -^ '^Ihe Creator. Ye stately hills that rear your lieads, And towering pierce the skv ; Ye clouds, that with an awful pace Majestic roll on high ; Ye insects small, to which one leaf Within its narrow sides A vast extended world displays, And spacious realms provides ; Yc race, still less than these, with wliich The stagnant water teems, To which one drop, however small, A boundless ocean seems ; Whate'er ye are, where'er ye dwell. Ye creatures great or small, Adore the wisdom, praise the power. That made and governs all. And if ye want or sense or sounds, To swell the grateful noise. Prompt mankind with that sense, and they Shall find for you a voice. From all the boundless realms of space Let loud Ilosannas sound ; Loud send, ye wondrous works of God, The grateful concert round. jp/iilij) SkcUvn. m^^^^^s^:^^m\ 10 ^. -^ 77/«? Cn^(t/i)r I ftm the Urd and there is none dsc ; there h )]o God hemic me. IsAiAn xlv. 1 1 (> can, on the sea shore, Count the grains of sand ? Or the leaves in autumn, Whirling o'er the land ? Or the winter snow-flakes Driving fierce and free ? Or the drops of water In the brin}' sea ? Who can measure ocean AVhere it deepest flows ? Or the rays the sun darts When it brightest glows ? 11 >if. ■^ The Creator Who, than swiftest lightning, Faster yet can flee ? Name that wondrous Being — Greater none than He ! God is the unnumbered, Who no bound can know ; Suns and stars, before Him, Are as flakes of snow, (xod is called the Boundless, Fathomless is He ; Swifter than the lightning, Deeper than the sea 1 Dr. ]Ji(lrl-en. The Lord shall rcifpi for ever, even Ihy God, Zion, viito all generations. Ps.AT,:\r cxlvi. in. 01) moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform ; He plants His footsteps in the sea. And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up His bright designs. And works His sov'reign will. Te fearful saints, fresh courage take The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. Judge not ihe Lord by feeble sense, But trust Him for His grace ; Behind a frowning Providence He hides a smiling lace. 12 -* *- -^ T//e Creator. His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour : The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower. Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan His work in vain God is His own interpreter, And He will make it plain. Willimn doirpei um^m>^ /'raise yc I he lord, for it is- i/ood to wi(/ praisfs nnto our God. I'SALM CXlvii. 1. EATSR the Lord, His glories show, Saints within His courts below, Angels round His throne above. All that see and share His love. Earth to heaven, and heaven to eartli, Tell His wonders, sing His worth; Age to age, and shore to shore, Praise Him, praise Him, evermore ! Praise the Lord, His mercies trace ; Praise His providence and grace. All that He for man hath done, All He sends us through His Son: Strings and voices, hands and hearts. In the concert bear your parts ; All that breathe, your Lord adore. Praise Him, pi\aise Him, evermore Jlenrji Francis LyI' -* 13 »i*- lltc Creator. () magnify the Lord vntti me, and let ?^< eoralt His Name toaetlier. PSAMM xxxiv. WOT^SHIl' the King, All glorious above ; O gratefully sing His power and His love Our Sliield and Defender, The Ancient of days, Pavilioned in splendour And girded with praise. O tell of His might, O sing of His gi'aoe, A7hose robe is the light, Whose canopy space ; His chariots of wrath Deep thunder-clouds fonn, And dark is His path On the Avinsrs of the storm. The earth, Avith its store Of wonders vxntold, j^lmighty, Thy powei* Hath founded of old, Hath stablished it fast By a changeless decree. And round it hath cast. Like a mantle, the sea. '-OOj Thy bountiful care "What tongiie can recite ? It breathes in the air. It shines in the light ; It streams from the hills. It descends to tlie plain. And SAveelly distils In the dew and Hie vain. ►;^- l-l ■^^ ^■ The Crcctlor Trail children of dust, And feeble as frail, In Tliee do we trust, Nor find Thee to fail: Thy mercies how tender! How firm to the end ! Our Maker, Defender, Kedeemer, and Triend! O measureless Miglit ! Ineft'able Love ! AVhile angels delight To hymn Thee above, Tlie humbler creation, Tho' feeble their lays, AVith true adoration ^ihall lisp to Thy praise. ^^^^mf:§mmrs' Sir Rohert Grant. The earth is full of Thy riches, so is this ureal and wide sea. Psalm civ, 24, 25. GrOD! Thou knowest all our wants Long before we ask the boon; Thy bounties ever go before: We seek — and, lo, the gift is done. Thy tender love, O Father! God! Is boundless as Thy power : Thou didst create the rolling sea, Tliou dost paint tlie lily flower. The lofty mountains Thou hast made, And all the stars in heaven; All living things with life — and life To every blade of grass is given. ■^ 15 ►^- '>b The Creato?-. And Thou wilt deigu to look on us, Humbly seeking help from Thee ; Oh ! may we have Thy love on earth, Thy smile through all eternity! yinon. ^^^sm^- Fruise ye the Lord, iji'itise God in His sanctuary : ■praise llirii ill the Jirmarnent of His power. Psalm r.l. l. ET fill the world in ever^^ corner sing, My Grod and King ! The heavens are not too high ; His praise may thither fly : The earth is not too low ; His praises there may grow, Let all the world in every corner sing, My G-od and King! The Church with psalms must shout : No door can keep them out : But, above all, the heart Must bear the longest part. Let all the world in every corner sing. My Grod and King ! George Herbert. ISlIli^-- 16 ■^^ O Tlion that liuui-vst iintijcr, vittu T/we s'/uill all Jlesh come. KAYEll is tlie soul's sincere desire, Uttered or unexpressed ; •^//tP '^'^^ motion of a liidden fire That trembles in tlie breast. Prayer is tlie burthen of a sigli : The falling of a tear ; The upward glancing of an eye, "Wlien none but God is near. Prayer is tbe simplest form of speech That infant lips can try ; Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high. Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, Returning from his ways : "While angels in their songs rt^joice, And cry, Behold, he prays ! Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air ; His watchword at the gates of death : He enters Heaven with prayer. The saints in prayer appear as one In word, and deed, and mind, AVhile with the Father and the Sou Sweet fellow.ship tlicy find. ► ^- 17 ►i<- Frcnjer. Nor prayer is made on eartli alone : The Holy Spirit pleads ; And Jesus, on the eternal throne, Tor sinners intercedes. O Thou by whom we come to Grod, The Life, the Truth, the Way ; The path of prayer Thyself hast trod : Lord, teach us how to pray. J aims JSLuulijuinti'ij . e^^;i^S)^ Son of Bacld, have mercy on me. LViCE, xviii. "i>i. OliJJ. have mercy when we pray Strength to seek a better way ; When our wakening thoughts begin First to loathe our cherished sin ; When our weary spirits fail. And our aching brows are pale ; AVhen our tears bedew Thy word, Then, then," have mercy. Lord. Lord, have mercy when we lie On the restless bed, and sigh ; Sigh for death, yet fear it still, From the thought of former ill ; When the dim advancing gloom Tells us that our hour is come ; WTien is loosed the silver cord, Then, O then, have mercy. Lord. 18 -►^^ ^- -^ Praijer. *- Lord, have mercy when we know First how vain this world below ; "When our darker thoughts oppress, Doubts perplex, and fears distress ; When the earliest gleam is given Of Thy bright but distant Heaven; Then Thy fostering grace attord, Then, O then, have mercy, Lord. Renry Hart Mihmn. -* 19 ►I^- Prayer-. Lord, / hoJirrr ; lirlp T/mn mine vnhclief. ^Iakk, ix. PPEOAOH. my soul, the mercy-seat, Where Jesus answers prayer ; Tlien liumbly fall before His feet, Por none can perish there. Thy promise is my only plea ; With this I venture nigh. Thou callest burdened souls to Thee, And such, O Lord, am I. Bowed down beneath a load of sin, By Satan sorely pressed, By wars without and fears within, I come to Tliee for rest. Be Thou my shield and hiding-place, That, sheltered near Thy side, I may my fierce accuser face, And tell him Thou hast died! O wondrous love, to bleed and die, To bear the cross and shame. That guilty sinners, such as T, Might plead Thy gracioxis Name ! JoliH Newton. To .sec I,- i)f I Jim a rif/lil. 'cuj/. I-:/.i;a. \ iii. '^1 ()J<1). another day is flown, And we, a feeble band. Are met once more before Thy throne. To bless Thy fostering hand. Thy heavenly grace to each impart ; All evil far remove; And shed abroad in every heart Thine everlastin^ *i*- Prai/rr Lo/'d, ttach I's L'j i"'uj- LvKf, li. 1. iTHEE. when avc bend the knee And supplieatc before Thy thi-one ; When Ave raise our hearts to Thee, To make our poor petitions known ; Oh, let then our hearts' desire 13e tliat Avhioh Thou canst well approve Touch our tongues Avith living lire. That Avords of life may ask Thy love. " Tiiat Ave may claim Thy promise still, All holy blessings from Thy hand ; Teach us, Lord, to do Thy Avill In all the Avays Thou dost connuand. Let our hearts be Avarm and true, Let our thoughts be pure and holy ; Make us, as Thy gifts renew, Thcnightful for the poor and lowly. Fill our hearts Avith thankful love For blessings Thou dost aye bestow ; Fix oui" hearts on things above AVliile Ave are dwelling here below. Let us feel our Saviour's love To forgive all sins connnitled ; Uuardian Angel, Heaveidy Dove, Pardoning that Avhich Ave "ve omitted. Aitoji. f/.'( US therefore ivme holdlii "nlij Hie llirijue of tjroxe. llEBiUiAVS, )V. Hi. EHOLI"> the throne of grace, The pi'omise calls me near ; There Jesus shows a smiling face. Ami waits to answer prayer. ^- * -*t Prayer. That ricli atoning blood, Whicli sprinkled round I see, Provides for those who come to God An all-prevailing plea. My soul, ask what thou wilt, Thou canst not be too bold : Since His own blood for thee He spilt, What else can He withhold ? Thine image, Lord, bestow, Thy presence and Thy love : I ask to serve Thee here below, And reign with Thee above. Teach me to live by Ikith ; Conform my will to Thine ; Let me victorious be in death, And then in glory shine. .lohii JVewlon. ^- -•i* 2G lY/l/C) njci 'MM WM "■"''4 v> & >^ >r /^,v/// irilhhnl (•('(taiii(/. f. 'rin:ssvioM iN^ V- 17. \ 1 vai'iouK liiiulniuccs wo meet In coiniu-i- li> the mercy-seat! Vet wlio that knows the worth of prayer But wishes to be often there ? Prayer makes the darkened clond withdraw ; Prayer elimbs the Ladder Jacob saw ; Gives exercise to faith and love ; Brings every l)lessin2; from above. Eestraining prayer, we cease to fight; Prayer makes the Christian's armour briglit And Satan trembles, when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees. . While Moses stood with arms sprend Avidc, Success was found on IsraeFs side ; Put wlaen, through weariness, they failed, That moment Amalek prevaih'd. Have you no words ? Ah ! think again : AVords flow apace when you comiilniu. And fill your fellow-creature's ear With the sad tale of all your care. AVere half the breath, thus vainly spent. To Heaven in supplication sent. Tour eheerful song would oftener be.— ^Hear what the Lord hath done for mel"^^ IVillitnii i'lnrprr @1 *- -^ ■*i< Prayer Tporh fiir Till/ icaji, Lord, (ind lond mr hi rr ' ploiti path. • PsAor xxvii. II . ESUS. cast a look on me ; " GriA'e me sweet simplicity ; Make me poor and keep me low, Seeking only Thee to know. m:^ Weaned from my lordly self, AVeaned from the miser's pelf, Weaned from the scorner's ways, "Weaned from the lust of praise ; All that feeds my busy pride, Cast it evermore aside ; Bid my will to Thine submit ; Lay me humbly at Thy feet. JNIake me like a little child, Of mv strensjth and Avisdom sjioiled. Seeing only in Thy bglit, Walking only in Thy might ; Leaning on Thy loving brea«st, AVhere a weary sonl may rest ; Feeling well the peace of God Flowing from Thy precious blood I In this posture let me live, And Hosannas daily give; In this temper let me die, And Hosannas ever cry! John JicrritJyc. wmmmmsmm 28 ■* *- — * Praijcr ■^^mX The hloorl of M/(s Christ demmth m from all sm. J lS}'/\^' V. 1, John, i. HEN at Thy footstool, Lord, I bead, And plead with Thee for mercy there, Think of the sinner's dying Friend, And for His sake receive my prayer. O think not of my shame and guilt. My thousand stains of deepest dye ; Think of the blood which Jesus spilt, And let that blood my pardon buy. Think, Lord, how I am still Thine own. The trembling creature of Tbine hand; Think how my heart to sin is prone, And wliat temptations round me stand. •* 29 ^. -*^r* Prai/p) ^f^ O lliiulc vipon Tliy lioly word, And even" plighted pi-ouiisc there; How ])raver sliould evermore be heard. And how Tliy glory is to spare. O think not of my donbts and fears. ^[y strivings with Thy grace divine: Thi]ik npon Jesus' woes and tears. And let His merits stand for mine. Thine eye. Thine car, they are not dull ; Thine arm ean never shortened be ; Pehold me here ; my heart is full ; l^ehold, and spai'e, and succour me I t Henry Francis Lytc. Hear, Lord, when I en/ with my voice. Psalm xxvii. ; ()E]V when I lift my A'oice to Thee. To whom all pT'aise belongs. Thy justice and Thy love shall be The subject of my songs. Let wisdom o'er my heart preside, To lead ray steps arigbt. And make Thy perfect law my guide. Thy service my delight. All sinfid ways I will abhor. All wicked men forsake, And only those who love Thy law. For my companions take. T>ord I that I may not go astray. Thy constant grace impai'l : AVhen wilt Thou cojue to point mv wav And fix mv rovintr hear! r Willuim Ilclcy Bathur&t. ■^1* 30 ^' J^ldlji Humble younehes in the sight of the Lord, and He shall lift you tip. James, iv. 10. «')/S^ # lEAYEK is not licai-d tlirougli noisy soiiiul, ISok'Uiii L-hauut, uor urgau i)euliiiii;, Nor ull tile gliire tluit pouip can l>riii^^ IJiiless tlie heart is kiieeliiiy. 'riie liiij;liest fliglit of eloqueiu-e That lofty iutellect may frame ; fan never foi-m a prayer to meet The i^iorv of (xod's holy Name. 'Tis from the liumble heart aloue, Bowed down in ])ious h)ve and fear; The earnest prayer in .lesiis' Name, Our gracious (rod will deign to hear. The wailing moau, the muttered eiy, The meek repentant sinner's tear, The lisping of an infant's tongue. Finds ready aeeess to llis eai'. Now, lather, fill our hearts with prayer, (frant our sins be all forgiven, 'i'hal. with Thy help, we may prepare And woj-tliy be of lleaveji. There, liolv. pni'e, and iindefiled, In light we may Thy face behold; In seraph songs to sing Thy praise, AVith musie strung fi'oni hai-])s of gold. A'iion. -"^f^r^- *- 31 >i •i^- Prdi/i^r .^m^. will come into Thy house in the multitude of Thy mercy ; and in Thy fear will I worship. ■^P ■U PSALiI, V. would come bei'ui'e Tliy throne, O God, with thankfulness ; AV'^e would kneel in humble pniyei-. And ask Thee now to bless, Keep, and prosper all our ways, To guard ns with Thy might ; That every act, and each word, Find favour in Thy sight. AV"e would bow before Thy thi-one. And otler up our prayei", For those who Avill not pray to Thee, Nor seek to find a share In the love Avhich Jesus shoAxs T(y those who do obey ; Father, hear our humble prayer For those who will not pray. Let us raise our voice again, Father, unto Thee, For those who lie in sickness. Or mental miserio : Look in mercy on their state, And hear our voice today ; O Jesus, hear our prayer now For those who cannot pray. Anon. <5^^,.S^j^VJ >r< -^ Jesus u-as risen carh/ the first day of the week. Mabk, xvi. 9. \li,, morning known among tlie blest! Morning of hope and joy and love ; Of heavenly peace and holy rest ; Pledge of the endless rest above. Blessed be the Father of our Lord, Who from the dead hath brought His Sou Hope to the lost was then restored, And everlasting glory won. Scarce morning twilight had begun To chase the shades of night away. When Christ arose — unsetting Sun — The dawn of joy's eternal day. Mercy looked down with smiling eye AV^hen our Immanuel left the dead ; Faith marked His bright ascent on high. And Hope with gladness raised her head. Descend, Spirit of the Lord! Thy fire to every bosom bring ; Then shall our ardent hearts accord, And teach our lips God's praise to sing. Bisliop Wardlaw. ■^ 33 •i*. llie Later s Day. Let iiie not Ijc asJianicd, Lord ; for I hare called vpoH T/iee. I'SALM XXXi. 17. O Thy temple I repair ; Lord, I love to worship there, "When, within the veil, I meet Christ before the mercy-seat. Thou, through Him art reconciled, I, through Him became Thy child ; Abba, Father ! give me grace In Thy courts to seek Thy face. "While Thy glorious praise is sung, Touch my lips, unloose my tongue, That my joyful soul may bless Thee, the Lord my righteousness. "While the prayers of saints ascend, God of love, to mine attend ; Hear me, for Thy Spirit pleads ; Hear, for Jesus intercedes. While I hearken to Thy law, Fill my soul with humble awe. Till Thy Gospel bring to me Life and immortality. "While Thy ministers proclaim Peace and pardon in Thy Name, Through their voice, by faith, may I Hear Thee speaking from the sky. From Thy house when I return, May my heart within me bum, And at evening let me say, — I have walked with God to-day. ■la m cs M on I (JO iiici y/ . >"*■ ■^^ 31 ►^^■ The Loj-cVs Day. -hill from one tSi(fjlj(dli to iitwUii-r xlmll nil jlcxh romc io irofx/ilp. IsAiAiT, Ixvi. i:! I' festal morn, my God, i.s coino, That calls me to Thy hallowed dome, Thy presence to adore ; My feet the summons shall attend, AVith willini; steps Thy courts ascend, And tread the sacred llonr. 35 -►"< ►;^- The LorcVs Day. Wtat joy wliile tlius I view the day That warns my thirsting soul away ! "What transports fill my breast ! For lo ! my great Eedeemer's power Unfolds the everlasting door, And leads me to His rest. E'en noAV, to my expecting eyes, The heaven-built towers of Salem rise ; E'en now with glad survey I view her mansions, that contain The angelic forms, an awful train. And shine with cloudless day. Hither, from earth's remotest end, Lo ! the redeemed of God ascend, Their tribute hither bring ; Here crowned with everlasting joy. In hymns of praise their tongues employ, And hail the Immortal King. James .Merrick. The Son of Man is Lord also of (he Sabbath . 3IARK, ii. 2S. l^AT most calm, most bright! The fruit of tliis, the next world's bud; The endorsement of supreme delight, Writ by a Eriend, and with His blood ; The couch of time ; care's balm and bay ; The week were dark, but for thy light ; Tliy torch dotli show the way. 3G '^ The LonVs Day. The otlier days and tliou Make up oBe man; Avhose face tliou art, Knocking at Heaven with thy brow : The working days are the back part ; The burden of the week lies there, Making the whole to stoop and bow, Till Thy release appear. Man had sti-aight forward gone To endless death; but thou dost pull And turn us round to look on One, Whom, if we were not very dull, We could not choose but look on still, Since there is no place so alone, The Avhich He doth not fill. Sundays the pillars are On which Heav'n's palace arched lies: The other days fill up the spare And hollow room with vanities : They are the fruitful beds and borders Of God's rich garden ; that is bare AYhi.-h parts their ranks and orders. The Sundays of man's life, Threaded together on time's string, Make bracelets to adorn the wife Of the eternal glorious King : On Sunday Heaven's gate stands ope; Blessings are plentiful and rife, More plentiful than hope. *- The LorcVs Day. This day my Saviour ro8e, And did enclose this light for His ; That, as each beast his manger knows, Man might not of his fodder miss : Christ hath took in this piece of ground, And made a garden there, for those Who want herbs for their Avound. The rest of our Creation Our great Redeemer did remove AVith the same shake, which at His passion Did th' earth, and all things with it, move : As Samson bore the doors away, Christ's hands, though nailed, wi'ought our salvation, And did unhinge that day. The brightness of that day We sullied by our foul offence ; Wherefore that robe we cast away, Having a new at His expense. Whose di'ops of blood paid the full price That was required to make us gay, j^nd fit for Paradise. fJeorge llcrberl. f^-^^s^^^^^^-^i^^ ^- lilessed h the people that knov) the joyful sound. Psal:m Ixsxix. 15. irOAV blest the congregation Who the Gospel know and prize ! Joyful tidings of salvation Brought by Jesus from the skies : He is near them. Knows their wants and hears their cries. 38 ^- ■>i* 7 "he Lord's Day. In His name rejoiciug ever, "Walking in His light and love, And foretasting in His favour Something here of bliss above ; Happy people ! Who shall harm them ? what shall move ? By His righteousness exalted. On from strength to strength they go By ten thousand ills assaulted, Tet preserved from every foe ; On to glory, Safe they speed through all below. God will keep His o^ti anointed; , Nought shall harm them, none condemn : All their trials are appointed, .All must Avork for good to them : All shall help them To their heavenly diadem. Henry Francis Lyle. <=^^mp:^^ I iras !/hid when lliei/ suid, Ld kx yo into fhe house of fhe Lord. I'SALM cx.xii. 1. is the Sabbath morning now, And we would come awhile apart, From the busy world away. From the toil of every day, And before our Maker lay The sacred longiuus of our heart. ^< 39 -* — >b The Lord's Day. AVe come into Thy house, O Grod, Humble thoughts our hearts possessing ; At Thy throne low bending, there Casting every worldly care On Christ, who doth our sorrows share, And to meeklv ask Thv blessing. We come to read Thy holy book. To read Thy messages of love ; How Thou wilt reward the good, Give them raiment, give them food: Blessings, more than imderstood, "With boundless mercies interwove. "We come to give Thee thanks and praise For all the blessings Thou hast given ; For the love our Saviour bore. Granting succour evermore ; O ! we Avould now, His name adore In shouts of joyful praise to Heaven. Now we would lowly bend the knee, And ask for strength in coming time, — Strength to battle in the fight, Light to see the wrong from right, Fearless, trusting in Thy might To shelter us in every clime. Now, Father, fill us with Thy love, This holy day, the chief of days. From the world to stand apart : Let love for others fill our heart ; Lead our footsteps where Thou art. Where we may pray, and sing Thy praise. Anon. ^■^- 40 77/^ Lord's Dcuj. -* My soul lonr/etli, yea, even faintetk,for (he eoi'r(.1 *i-i- They shall lioUom mi/ Subhfiliis. Ezr,KIF.T., xliv. 2+, who art enthroned above. Thou by whom we live and move, O how sweet, with joyful tongiu', To proclaim thy praise in song! AVhen the morning paints the skies, AV^hen the sparkling stars arise, All Thy favours to rehearse. And give thanks in graleful verse. 42 >i >^1*- ■*^< IVic Lord's D(/i/. Sweet, llic clay ut' saei'ed rest, AVlien devotlou fills the breast, AV^hen we dwell within Thy house, Hear Thy word and pay our vows : Notes to Heaveu's high mansions raise ; Fill ils courts with juyl'ul praise; With repeated hymns proclaim Great Jehovah's awful Xaiue. I^'roui Thy works our joys arise, Thou only good aud wise ! AVlio Thy wonders can express ? All Thy thoughts are fatliomless. AV^arm our hearts with sacred fii-e ; Grateful fervours still iuspire ; All our powers, with all their might, E\er iu T\\y praise unite. Sdudi/s ^^^^^^ mm Blessed if fhe man that keejjctli the Sabbath from pvtUitiiuf it, ISAixn, hi. IvK auotlier Sabl)atii's close, Jm'c again we seek re|)ose, J/ord! our soug ascends to Thee; At Thy feet we how the knee. » For the mercies of the day, For this rest upon our way. Thanks to Thee alone he given. Lord of earth, and King of Heaven ! Cold our services have been ; Mingled eveiy prayer with sin; But Thou canst and will foi-give : 13y Thy grace alojie we li\e! ^i^- 13 The Lord's Day. Whilst tliis tlioriiy })atli we tread, jNIay Thy love our footf ^^P aud bless the Lord, Ye people of His choice; Stand up and bless the Lord your God, With lieart and soul and voice. 45 ►^- The LonVs Day. Thougli liigli above all praise, Above all blessing higli, AVho Avould uot fear His holy name, And laud and magnify? O for the living flame From His own altar brought ! To touch our lips, our minds inspire, And wing to Heaven our thouaht ! There with benign regard, Oiu- hymns He deigns to hear: Though unrevealed to mortal sense, The spirit feels Him near. God is our strength and song. And His salvation ours ; Then be His love in Christ proclaiuied With all our ransomed powers. Stand up and bless the Lord; The Lord your God adore : Stand up and bless His glorious Name, Henceforth for evermore. James MontgMnery . * He iliaU feed J/is floch like o shepherd. Isaiah, xl. 11. ^ Lord, my love was crucified, He all the pains did bear ; But in the sweetness of His rest He makes His servants share. How sweetly rest Thy saints above AVliicli in Thy bosom lie! The Church below doth rest in hope Of that felicity. 46 -* *- ■*^ The Lord\s Daij. Tliou, Lord, who daily feed'st Tliy slicep, Mak'«t tlicin a weekly feast ; Thy flock^s meet in their several folds Upon this day of rest : Welcome aud dear unto my soul Are these sweet feasts of love ; But w^hat a Sabbath, shall I keep AVhen I shall rest above ! I bless Thy wise and wondrous love, AATiich binds us to be free ; "Which makes us leave our earthly snares, That we may come to Thee. I come, I wait, I hear, I pray 1 Thy footsteps, Lord, I trace ! I sing to think this Ls the way I'uto my Sanonr's face ! John Af-lftOil. '^1^ *"i- 77/ f? LorcVs Day. -y^ Wherr two or three are gathered together in my Name, there am I in the midst of them,. MATxnEW, xviii. 2(i. ESI^S, where'er Thy people meet, There they beliold Thy mercy-seat ; "VVTiere'er they seek Thee, Thou art fouiul, And every place is hallowed ground. K'^ For Thou, within no walls confined, Inhabitest the humble mind ; Such ever bring Thee where they come, And going, take Thee to their home. Dear Shepherd of Thy chosen few, Thy former mercies here renew ; Here to our waiting hearts proclaim The sweetness of Thy saving Name. Here may we prove the power of prayer To strengthen faith, and sweeten care. To teach our faint desires to rise, And bring all Heaven before our eyes. Behold, at Thy commanding word, AVe stretch the curtain and the cord ; Come Thou, and fill this wider space, And bless us with a large iiicrease. Lord, we are few, but Thou art near ; Xor short Thine arm, nor deaf Thine ear; rend the heavens, come quickly down, And make a thousand hearts Thine o^vn! "/"•'■ c--^ ^i^- 48 llie Lord's Ddi/. •f* s>'rel}/ the Lord is in t/us phtn-. 'V,^^ry|^>rY^A' V/ Gkxksis, xxviii. iti. Crod is here ! Let uh adore, And own, how dreadful is this phu-e ! Let all within us feel His power And silent bow before His face. Who know His power, His grace who prove, Serve Him with awe, with reverence love. Lo ! Grod is here ! Him day and night Th' united choirs of angels sing: To Him, enthroned above all heiglit, Heaven's hosts their noblest praises bring : Disdain not, Lord, our meaner song, AVho praise Thee with a stammering tongue ! Gladly the toys of earth we leave, Wealth, pleasure, fame, for Thee alone : To Thee our will, soul, flesh, we give ; O take, O seal them for Thine own. Thou art the God! Thou art the Lord I Be Thou by all Thy works adored. Being of beings, may our praise Thy courts with grateful fragrance till ; Still may we stand before Thy face, Still hear and do Thy sovereign will ; To Thee may all our thoughts arise, Ceaseless, accepted sacrifice ! In Thee we move; all things of Thee Are full, Thou source and life of all! Thou vast, unfathomable Sea ! Fall prostrate, lost in wonder fall, Ye sons of men; for God is Man! All may we lose, so Thee we gain ! ^H- 40 * Tlu' LorcV-s Day. As flowers their o^^ening leaves display, And glad drink in the solar tire, So may we cateh Thy every ray, 80 may Thy influence lis inspire ; Thou Beam of the eternal Beam I Thou purging Eire ! thou quickening Flame I Julia h csict/. For the Loi'il Jcam (Jhrisi'ti uih*-., and for (he love „r Ihf Spiri/ Thy love some gracious token Grant ua, Lord, before we go; Bless Thy word which has been spoken ; Life and peace on all bestow ! "When we join the world again, Let our hearts with Thee remain : O direct us And protect us, Till we gain the heavenly shore, AVherc Thy people want no more ! rhtnii^ >i ////// thid I'Diiii'iii 1 1, ,,)!■ I nil I III III/ irixi' ciisl mil. .loirN, vi. '.Ti. y'^'\ as I am — without one ])lea. But that Thy blood was shed for me, And that Thou bid'st me eoiiie to Thee, Lamli of Grod, I come. •lust as I am — and wailing not To rid my soul of one dark blot ; To Thee, Avhose blood ean cleanse each spot, O LamI) of (rod, T come. ■^ 53 ■*'r* Faith. Just as I am — though tossed about With mauy a couflict, many a doubt, Fightings within, and fears without, O Lamb of Grod, I come. Just as I am — poor, wretched, bliud ; Sight, riches, healing of the mind, Tea, all I need, in Thee to find, Lamb of Grod, I come. Just as I am — Thou wilt receive. Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve ; Because Thy promise I believe, O Lamb of Grod, I come. Just as I am — Thy love unknown Has broken every barrier down ; NoAv to be Thine, yea. Thine alone, O Lamb of Grod, I come. Just as 1 am — of that free love, The breadth, length, dejjth, the height to prove ; Here for a season, then above, O Lamb of God, I come. Charlotte Elliott. <^v^^r^ He piitient, therefore, bretlireii, lado the coiniiu/ i't/. of f/ie Lord. .1 \ M KS. V. ■ TIEN languor and disease invade This trembling house of clay, Tis sweet to look beyond the cage. And long to 11 V awav. -^ 54 Sweet to look inward, and attend The whispers of His love ; Sweet to look upward to the pliwe AVhere Jesus pleads above. Sweet to look back, and see my name In life's fair book set doAvn ; Sweet to look forward, and behold Eternal joys my own. Sweet to reflect, how grace divine My sins on Jesus laid ; Sweet to remember that His blood My debt of sutterings paid. Sweet on His righteousness to stand AVTvich saves from second death ; Sweet to experience, day by day, His Spirit's quickening breath. Sweet on His faithfulness to rest Whose love can never end ; Sweet on His covenant of grace For all things to depend. Sweet, in the confidence of faith. To trust his firm decrees ; Sweet to lie passive in His hand. And know no will but His. Sweet to rejoice in lively hope, That, when my change shall come. Angels will hover round my bed, And waft my spirit home. 55 »1 ^- ».1 u N k, There shall my disimprisoned soul Behold Him aud adore ; Be with His likeness satisfied, And grieve and sin no more. Shall see Him wear that very flesh Ou which my guilt was lain ; His love intense, His merit fresh, As though but newly slain. Soon, too, my slumbering dust shall hear The trumpet's quickening sound ; Aud, by my Sa\iour's power rebuilt. At His right hand be found. These eyes shall see Him in that day, The God that died for me ! And all my rising bones shall say, Lord, who is like to Thee ? If such the views which grace unfolds. Weak as it is below. What raptures must the Church above In Jesus' presence know^ ! If such the sweetness of the streams, AVhat must the fountain be? Where saints and angels draw their bliss Immediately from Thee ! ■( C) ! may the unction of these truths For ever with me stay, Till, from her sinful cage dismissed, My spirit flies away. Auf/ustiis M. Tojilady. r •2 b K I 5fi ►-^ ►I* Fdilh Uiiile Ml/ heart to fear Thy name. Psalm Ixxxvi. li. my strength, luy hope, On Thee I east my eare, AV^ith liumble eonfideJice look np, And know Thou hear'st my ])rayer. (live me on Thee to wait Till I can all things do. On Thee, Almighty to create I Almighty to renew ! I want a sober mind, A self-renouncing will. That tramples down and casts behind The baits of pleasing ill ; A soul inured to pain, To hardship, grief, and loss ; Bold to take vip, firm to sustain, The consecrated Cross. I want a godly fear, A quick-discerning eye. That looks to Thee Avhen sin is near. And sees the tempter fly ; A spirit still prepared. And armed with jealous care, For ever standing on its guard, And watching unto prayer. I want a heart to pray, To pray and never cease. Never to murmur at Thy stay, Or Avish my sufferings less ; This blessing above all. Always to pray, I want, Out of the deep on Thee to cal And never, never faint. ^-«^ 57 '^^ ► :^- ^^ Faitli Grive me a true regard, A single, steady aim, Uumoved by threatening or reward, To Thee and Thy great Name ; A jealous, just concern, For Thine immortal praise ; A piu'e desire that all may learn And glorify Thy grace. I rest upon Thy w (n'd ; The promise is for me ; My succour and salvation. Lord, ►Shall surely come from Thee. But let me still abide, Nor from my hope remove, Till Thou my patient spirit guide Into Thy perfect love. Cli (tries Wealing. Alt itilcocate with tlw Fotfter I. .k.Ii>, \\ THOr. the contrite sinnera' I^'iend, Who, loving, lov'st them to the end. On this alone my hopes depend, That Tliou wilt plead for me. AVhen, Aveary in the Christian race, l\ir off appears my resting-pkice, And fainting I mistrust Thy grace. Then, Saviour, plead for me ! When I have erred and gone astray, Afar from Thine and Wisdom's way. And see no glimmering guiding ray, Still, Saviour, pk'nd for me I ► ?<- 58 -►^^ *- -* Faith When 8atan, by my sin^< made bold, Strives from Thv Cross to loose my liobl. Then with Thy pity in 2: arms enfold, And plead, O, plead for me! And when my dying hour draws near, Darkened with anguish, guilt, and fear, Then to my fainting sight appear, Pleadins: in Heaven for me I When the full light of heavenly day, Eeveals my sins in dread array. Say Thon hast washed them all away ; O ! say Thou plead'st for me ! rhiirlntie Kllinft *■ 59 Faith ■^ Hear the voice of my supplications when T cni Kiilii Thee. Psalm xxviii. : ET?^' behold me, as I cast nie At Thy throne, O glorious King ! Tears fast thronging, childlike longing, Son of Man, to Thee I bring. Let me find Thee ! let me find Thee ! Me a poor and worthless thing. <^P Look npon me, Lord, I pray Thee, Let Thy spirit dwell in mine ; Thon hast sought me. Thou hast bought me. Only Thee to know I pine. Let me find Thee ! let me find Thee ! Take my heart, and grant me Thine. Nought I ask for, nought I strive for. But Thy grace so rich and tree. That Thou givest whom Thou lovest, And who truly cleave to Thee. Let me find Thee ! let me find Thee ! He hath all things who hath Thee. Earthly treasure, mirth and pleasure^ Glorious name, or richest hoard, Are but weary, void and dreary. To the heart that longs for Thee ; , Let me find Thee ! let me find Thee ! I am ready, mighty Lord. Trandated hy Catherine Winkworth. =/§. Whctlwr we live, we live untu the Lord ; and irliether we die, we die niito the Lord. it belongs not to my care Wliether I die or live ; To love and serve Thee is my share, And this Thy grace must give. 60 •i* ^ Faith. If deatli sliall bruise tliis springins; seed Before it come to fruit. The will with Thee goes for the deed, Thy life was in the root. ^' Would I long bear my- heavy load, And keep my sorrows long? Would I long sin against my God, And His dear mercy wrong r How muoh is sinful flesh my foe, That doth my soul pervert To linger here in sin and woe, And steals from God my heart ! Christ leads me through no darker I'ooms Than He went through before ; He that unto God's kingdom comes jMust enter by this door. Come, Lord, when grace hath made me meet Thy blessed face to see ; For, if Thy woi*k on earth be sweet. What will Thy glory be? Then I shall end my sad complaints, And weary sinful days. And join with the triumphant saints That sing Jehovah's praise. My knowledge of that life is small ; The eye of faith is dim ; But it's enough that Christ knows all, And I shall lie with Him. liti'nnrd j>a,' it. fil *t- -^ X% i Fa if/, Lord, my stre)/////i, mx} my rcfufic. JEKEMiAir, xvi. r.) TDliT Saviour, Frleucl unseen, The faint, tlie weak, on Thee may lean : Help me, throughout life's varying scene, By faith to cling to Thee ! Blest with communion so divine. Take what Thou wilt, shall I repine. When, as the branches to the vine, My soul may cling to Thee ? Far from her home, fatigued, opprest. Here she has found a place of rest. An exile still, yet not unblest While she can cling to Thee! AVithout a murmur I dismiss My former dreams of earthly bliss ; My joy, my recompense be this, Each hour to cling to Thee ! What though the world deceitful prove. And earthly friends and joys remove ? With patient uncomplaining love Still would I cling to Thee! Oft when I seem to tread alone Some barren waste with thorns o'ergrown, A voice of love, in gentlest tone. Whispers, "Still cling to Me!" Though faith and hope awhile be tried, T ask not, need not, aught beside : How safe, how calm, how satisfied. The souls that cling to Thee! ^.^- 02 ^. ■^ Faith. They feiir not life's rough storms to brave, Since Thou art near, and strong to save ; Nor shudder e'en at deatli's dark wave ; Because they cling to Thee I Blest Is my lot, whate'er befall : ANTiat can disturb me, who appal, While, as my strength, my rock, my all. Saviour! I cling to Thee? flnirhjltt' Rlliol/ Lijciist thou Vie ^ •lutl.v. \xi. If. AUK. my soul! it is the Lord, 'Tis thy Saviour, hear His word ; Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee : •' Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou Me ? I delivered thee when bound, And, when bleeding, healed thy wound; Sought thee wandering, set thee right, Turned thy darkness into light. " Can a woman's tender care Cease tow^ards the child she bare ? Yes, she may forgetful be. Yet will I remember thee. Mine is an unchanging love. Higher than the heights above. Deeper than the depths beneath, Free and faithful, strong as death. " Thou shalt see My glory soon, When the work of grace is done ; Partner of My throne shalt be : Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou Me?" 63 •J- -►^< li Faith. Lord ! it is my chief complaint That my love is weak and faint ; Yet I love Thee and adore, O ! for grace to love Thee more ! William Cuivper. ^^^^^^^momo^ All ancliur of the soul. llEBKEWS, vi. ISI I have found the ground wherein Sure my soul's anchor may remain ; The wound of Jesus, for my sin, Before the world's foundation slain ; Whose mercy shall unshaken stay When heaven and earth are fled awav. leather. Thine everlasting grace, Our scanty thought surpasses far ; Thy heart still melts with tenderness ; Thine arms of love still opeu are, lieturning sinners to receive. That mercy they may taste and live. O Love ! thou bottomless abyss ! My sins are swallowed up in thee ; Covered is my unrighteousness, Nor spot of guilt remains on me : AVhile Jesus' blood, through earth and skies, INIercy — free, boundless mercy — cries. With faith I plunge me in this sea ; Here is my hope, my joy, my rest Hither, when Hell assails, I flee, I look into my Saviour's breast : Away, sad doubt and an.xious fear ! Mercy is all that 's written thei*e. ^^- 64 -►^i ^. Faith. Though waves ami storms go o'er my head ; Though strength, and health, and friends be gone; Though joys be witliered all and dead ; Though every comfort lie withdrawn ; On this my steadfast soul relies, — Father! Thy mercy never dies. rixed on this ground will I remain. Though my heart fail and flesh decay ; This anchor shall my soul sustain When earth's foundations melt away : Mercy's full ])ower I then shall prove, Loved with an everlasting love. John Wesley. From Zinzendorf. »i<- 05 ^^- ■>t Failh JFIiether tee Ike or die, ice are the Lord's. LEST be Thy love, deai' Lord, That taught us this sweet way, Ouly to \o\Q Thee for Thyself, And for that love obev. ROMAJTS, xiv. 8. O Thou, our souls' chief hope ! AVe to Thy mercy fly ; Where'er we are, Thou canst protect, Whate er we need, supply. Whether we sleep or wake, To Thee Ave both resign ; By night we see, as well as day. If Thy light on us shine. AVhether we live or die, ]^oth we submit to Thee ; In death we live, as well as life. If Thine in death we be. John Austin. -^mmsmMmwd^ Till) irill he 'lone. Matthew, vi. lo; ^ God and Father, while I stray Far from my home, on life's rough O teach me from my heart to say. Thy will be done ! wav, Though dark my path r.nd sad my Let me be still and nnirnuir nol. Or breathe the prayer divinely lauL I'hy will bo done 1 lot. 66 -^ Wlijit though ill lonely grief I sigh For friends beloved, no longer nigh ? Submissive still would I reply, Thy will be done I Though Thou hast called me to resign What I most prized, it ne'er was mine, I have but yielded what was Thine ; Thy will be done ! Should grief or sickness waste away My life in premature decay, My Father, still I strive to say, Thy will be done ! Lst but my fainting heart be blest With Thy sweet Spirit for its guest, My God, to Thee I leave the rest ; Thy will be done ! Renew my will from day to day ; Blend it with Thine ; and take away All tliat now makes it hard to say, Thy will be done ! Then, wlien on earth I breathe no more, The prayer, oft mixed with tears before, I '11 sing upon a happier shore. Thy will be done! ' •harlnltr Kllioll \'mw^7^"* fi7 ^- Faith Gice ear to my irords, Lord, consider mij nieditalion. PSALAI V. 1 lll.;\ I survey life's varied scene, Amid the darkest liours Sweet rays of comfort shine between, And tliorns are mixed with flowers. Lord, teach me to adore Thy hand, From whence my comforts flow. And let me in this desert land A glimpse of Canaan know. And O ! whate'er of earthly bliss Thy sovereign hand denies. Accepted at Thy throne of grace Let this petition rise : Grive me a calm, a thankful heart, Erom every nnirmur free ; The blessings of Thy grace im|)art, And let me live to Thee. Let the sweet hope, that Thou art mine, My path of life attend, Thy presence through my jouniey shine, And bless its luippy eiul ! A ]}))(' Steel r Tliix /s (I fiiitlifiil sii^iiiff, t/idt Christ Jes/'.t rvme ////-■ l/ir world to save simiers. ^yv ^; \ 1 f can it be, that I should gain ^ An interest in the Saviour's blood ? Died lie for me, who caused His pain, For me, who Him 1o death pursued? Amazing love ! liow can it be, That Th(ui, mv God, shouldst die for me? 68 ►^^- *■ Faith 'Tis mystcrv all I Th' Immortal dies I Who can cxploi'c His strauiije (lesi<;n ? Ill vain the lirst-boru seraph tries To sound the depths of love divine. 'Tis mercy all ! Let earth adore ! Let angel minds inquire no more ! He left His Father's throne above, (So free, so infinite His grace !) Emptied Himself of all but love, And bled for Adam's helpless race. 'Tis mercy all, immense and free ! For O, my Grod ! it found out me ! Long my imprisoned spirit lay. Fast bound in sin and Nature's night ; Thine eye diftused a quickening ray ; I woke : the dungeon flamed with light ; My chains fell off, my heart was free, I rose, went forth, and followed Thee! Still the small inward voice I hear, That whispers all my sins forgiven ; Still the atoning blood is near. That quenched the wrath of hostile Heaven : 1 feel the life His wounds impart ; I feel mv Saviour in my heart. jSo condemnation now 1 dread; Jesus, and all i}i Him, is mine! Alive in Him, my living Head, j\nd clothed in righteousness divine, Bold 1 approach th' eternal thrc>ne, And claim the crown, through Christ my own. Chnrles Wcslei/- ii4 69 •i*- ■^ Faith ^. T/iat rock teas Christ. T, CoUINTUIANS, X. 4. of x\ge«, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Tliee ; Let the water and the blood, From Thy riveu side which flowed, Be of sill the double cure, Cleause me from its guilt and power. Not 'the labours of my hands Can fulfil Thy law's demands : Could my zeal no respite know. Could my tears for ever flow, All for sin could not atone ; Thou must save, and Thou alone. Nothing in my hand I bring; dimply to Thy Cross I cling: Naked, come to Thee for dress ; Helpless, look to Thee for grace ; Foul, I to the fountain fly : Wash me, Saviour, or I die. Whilst I draw this fleeting breath — When my eye strings break in death — When I soar through tracts unknown — See Thee on Thy judgment throne — Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide mvself in Thee. Auffmtus M. Toplathj. \sm^i^mMVi:ri:mmmx ■^ ro ^- liul fifjain they said, Allelvia. Revei-ation xix. ALLELUJAII ! song of gladness, vSong of everlasting joy ; Hallelujali! song the sweetest That can angel hosts employ ; Hymning in God's holy presence Their high praise eternally. Hallelujah ! Church victorious, Thou may'st lift this joyful strain ; Hallelujah! songs of triumph Will befit the ransomed train : We our song must raise with sadness, While in exile we remain. Hallelujah! strains of gladness Suit not souls with anguish torn ; Hallelujah ! notes of sadness Best befit our state forlorn ; For, in this dark Avorkl of sorrow, We with tears our sin must mourn. But our earnest supplication, Holy God, we raise to Thee; Bring us to Thy blissful presence. Make us all Thy joys to see ; Then we'll sing our Hallelujah, — Sin"- 1o all eterniiv. Thirteenth Oenturif ■ ^- -»i< flop. IVIwrc I am. then' i/p uiay be a ho. John, xiv. 3. El' me be with Thee where Thou art. My Saviour, my eternal Ke^t ; Then only will this longing heart Be fully and for ever blest! Let me be Avith Thee where Thou art. Thy unveiled glory to behold ; Then only will this wandering heart Cease to be treacherous, faithless, cold. Let me be with Thee where Thou art. Where spotless saints Thy Name adore Then only v.'ill this sinful heart Be evil and defiled no more ! Let me be with Thee where Thou art, Where none can die, where none remove ; There neither death nor life will part Me from Thy presence and Thy love. Charlotte JElliott. M^^C^^^^>^!)^>^ A siJi-iiir/ of iriit('i\ irliose waters fail not. Isaiah, Iviii. li. HETJE is a pure and tranquil wave, That rolls around the throne of love, AVhose waters gladden as they lave The peaceful shores .above. While streams, which on that tide depend, Steal from those heavenly shores away. And on this desert world descend O'er weary lands to stray. ^tr ■^ -^ Hope. The pilgrim faint, and nigh to sink Beneath his load of earthly woe, Refreshed beside their verdant brink, liejoiees in their flow. There, my soul, do thou repair, And hover o'er the hallowed spring, To drink the crystal wave, and there To lave thy wearied wing. 73 10 -4- Hope. There droop that wing, when far it flics From human care, and toil, and strife. And feed by those still streams, that rise Beneath the Tree of Life. It may be that the breath of love Some leaves on their pnre tide have driven, Which, passing from the shores above, Have floated down from Heaven. So shall thy wounds and woes be healed, By the blest virtue that they bring; So thy parched lips shall be unsealed. Thy Saviour's praise to sing. (Vilham Bull Xz^^z^ In im/- Faiher'ii house are many mansionft. ^ L — L. — .J ODN, Xi\ HE]S I can read my title clear To mansions in the. skies, I bid farewell to every fear. And wipe my weeping eyes. Should Death against my soul engage. And hellish darts be hurled, Then I can smile at Satan's rage, And face a frowning world. *-.* Should cares like a wild deluge come. And storms of sorrow fall, May I but safely reach my home. My God, my Heaven, my all; There shall I bathe my weary soul In seas of heavenly rest, And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast. Isaac Watts. 74 -^)* ^— Hope. Oi'.idt' our feet into the wmi 'jf iieace lAKE, i. 7V' Cp)Al> would my thouglits fly up to Thee, Thy peace, sweet Lord, to find; But when I offer, still the world Lays clogs upon my mind. And thence look down below; How nothing, there, do all things seem That here make such a show. Then round about I turn my eyes, To feast my hungry sight; I meet with Heaven in everything, In everything delight. I see Thy wisdom ruling all, And it with joy admire ; I see myself among such hopes As set mv heart on fii'e. When I have thus triumphed awhile, And think to build my nest. Some cross conceits come fluttering by. And interrupt my rest. Then to the earth again I fall, And from my low dust cry, 'Twas not in my wing, Lord, but Thine, That I got up so high. And now, my God, Avhether I rise, Or still lie down in dust, Both I submit to Thy blest will ; In both, on Thee I trust. ^' -* »i« //o/> Guide Thuu my ^vay, who art Tliysulf My everlasting end. That eveiy step, or sAvift or slow, Still to Thyself may tend. To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, One consubstantial Three. All highest praise, all humblest thanks, Xow and for ever be ! Amen. Joliu Auntiii. «^^ Lai/ hold OH eki'iud life. I. TiMoxnY, vi. IV. W^HERE shall rest be found, Rest for the weary soul? 'T w^ere vain the ocean depths to sound Or pierce to either pole. The world can never give The bliss for which Ave sigh ; 'Tis not the whole of life, to live, Xor all of death, to die. Beyond this vale of tears There is a life above. Unmeasured by the flight of vears, And all that life is love. There is a death, whose pang Outlasts the fleeting breath; O, what eternal horrors hang Around the second death ! ^ Lord God of truth and grace. Teach us that death to shun, Lest we be banished from Thy face, And evermore undone. Here would we end our quest ; Alone are found in Thee The life of perfect love — the rest Of immortality. James Montgomery. 76 H()p(\ mVxJ / cried with mij wIkAc heart, hear me, O Lord! Psalm cxix. 14r. * lip, go up, my lieart, Dwell with thy Grod ahove ; For here thou canst uot rest, Nor here give out thy love. Go up, go up, my lieart. Be not a tritler here ; Ascend above these clouds, Dwell in a higher sphere. Let not thy love flow out To things so soiled and dim ; Go up to Heaven and God, Take up thy love to Him. Waste uot thy precious stores On creature-love below ; To God that wealth belongs. On Him that wealth bestow. Go up, reluctant heart, Take up thy rest above ; Arise, earth-clinging thoughts ; Ascend, my lingering love ! lloratius Bonar. l''i>r (he Ikiih " liir/i is imd ap jor i/tut m Jleucen. Colossi ANs, i, & 11 <• would not leave this world below, To meet the promise given? To go where tears do cease to flow, To die and go to Heaven ! 77 Hope. To die and go to Heaven, Lord ! There to mingle witli the blest ; Where the ■wicked cease from troubling, And the weary are at rest." Dear Lord! on Thee we rest our hope, When with temptation riven ; Grant us to feel Thy Spirit's love, Then — die and go to Heaven. Anon ' ''fi// shall ask the wai/ to Zion. ■Ieeemiau. I liOM Egypt's bondage come, Where death and darkness reign, We seek our new, our better home, Where we our rest shall gain. Hallelujah ! We are on our way to God. To Canaan's sacred bound We haste with songs of joy, Where peace and liberty are found, And sweets that never cloy. Hallelujah ! We are on our way to God. There sin and sorrow cease, And every conflict 's o'er ; There we shall dwell in endless peace, Nor thirst nor hunger more. Hallelujah ! AN^e are on our wav to God. yi^- ^- Hop There, in celestial strains, Enraptured myriads sing ; There love in every bosom reigns. For Grod Himself is King. Hallelujah ! Wo are on our way to G^od. - 1M4: AVe soon shall join the throng, Their pleasures we shall share, And sing the everlasting song, With all the ransomed there. Hallelujah ! We are on our way to Grod. How bright the prospect is ! It cheers the pilgrim's breast. AYe 're journeying through the wilderness, * But soon shall gain our rest. HaUelujah ! AVe are on our way to God. niomas Kelly. ^- 79 -^ H()l)e. ^ The (liinr/s which are vof seen are eiernal . II. CORISTIKASS. iv. IS. \ tlioughts surmount these lower skies, And look within the veil ; There springs of endless pleasure rise, The waters never fail. There I behold, with sweet delight, The blessed Three in One, And strong affections fix my sight On God's incarnate Son. His promise stands for ever firm, His grace shall ne'er depart ; He binds my name upon His arm, And seals it on His heart. Light are the pains that nature brings ; How short our sorrows are When with eternal future things The present we compare ! I would not be a stranger still To that celestial place Where I for ever hope to dwell Near my Redeemer's face. hanc WntU T/'ii,ii itf' I, If. hi,- 1 iiiii iii/'i'l,- mill liiirlij Iff heart. .MATTnKw. xi. 29. ■^ JEH{ 'K passions discompose the mind, (^ As tempests vex the sea; But calm content and peace we find, When, Lord, we turn to Tlice. 80 -* •i,- Jlolh 111 \aiii l>_v I'ciison jiiid l)v riiK' AVc ti-y to lifiid the will : l'"i)i' mim' lint ill tlif Sjuidurs mcIkioI C"au k'ai'ii the lit-avfiilv skill. SiiKX' at Jli^s I'cc't my soul lias sal. His gracious words to lu-nr. Coutentfd with my pivsfut stato, ] cast on Jliiu mv care. "Art thou a sinner, soul?" He said; '"Then how caust tliou complain? How light thy troubles here, if weighed AVith everlasting pain. " If thou of murmuring would'st be cured, Compare thy griefs w ith Mine : Think what My love for thee enduivd, And thou wilt not repine. " 'Tis I appoint thy daily lot. And 1 do all things well ; Thou soon shalt leave this wietched spot. And rise with Me to dwell. "In life My grace shall strength supply Proportioned to thy day ; At death thou still shalt find Me ni'di. To wij)e thy tears away." Thus I, who once my wretched days In vain repinings spent, Taught in my Saviour's school of grace, Have learnt to be content. William Cowper 81 11 ><• ■►^^ Hope. '^-'^'W V/"^''^ ^w^'' N> >^ For here hace f" ■"■ '•'■■ifinuvKj citi/. Ukbkbws, xiii. it. \' 1', no abiding city here : This may distress the wordling's mind, But should not cost the saint a tear, Who hopes a better rest to find. AVe 've no abiding city here : Sad truth ! were this to be our houie ! But let this thought our spirits cheer — AVe seek a city yet to come. We 've no abiding city here ; Tlien let us live as pilgrims do ! Let not the world our rest appeal', But let us haste from all below. We 've no abiding city here : We seek a city out of sight ; Zion its name, — the Lord is there,^ It shines with everlasting light ! Zion ! Jehovah is her strength ; Secure she smiles at all her foes ; And weary travellers at length Within her sacred walls repose. sweet abode of peace and love. Where pilgrims, freed from toil, are blest ; Had I tlie pinions of a dove, I 'd flv to Thee, and be at rest ! rhoiDfif! KcUii. -^.^tei^D^?^^ S2 ^ ] will walk hffore the Lord in ^'■- '■•'■■' of ill' liri)!fi. I'SALM cxvi. '.). l'< ) K a closer walk with God ! ^ A calm and hearenly frame ; A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb ! Y. Wliere is the blessedness I knew When first I saw the Lord? AVhere is the soul-refreshing view Of Jesus and His AVord? AMiat peaceful hours I once enjoyed ! How sweet their mem'ry still ! But they have left an aching void The Avorld cnu never fill. Return, O holy Dovo I j'cturn. Sweet messenger of rest : I hate the sins that made Thee mourn, And drove Thoc i'rom mv l)r(>ast. The dearest idol I have known, Wliate'cr that idol be, Help me to tear it from Thy throne. And worship only Thee. So shall my wnlk bo close with God, Calm and serene my frame ; So purer light shall mark the road Tbat leads me 1r) tlie Laml). fJ'ilJidlli I'oirp, ►-<- S3 ► ^- -*h Lore. I.iiril, Thou kiicnrrsl Ihtit I lori' TIiM'. :\WI /^w^^ h .lull not I love Thee, O my Lord ? Behold my heart, and see ; And turn each cherished idol out, That dares to rival Thee. Do not I love Thee from my soul ? Then let me nothing love ; Dead he my heart to every joy, AVhen Jesus cannot move. is not Thy jSTaiiie molodions still To mine attentive ear? Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound My .Saviour's voice to hear? ITast Thou a lamh in all Thy flock I would disdain to feed ? IFast Thou a foe before whose face I fear Thy cause to plead ? AS'^ould not mine ardent spirit vie With angels round tlie throne. To execute Thy sacred will And make Thy glory known? Thou ktio\\"s1 1 1o\e Tliec. dearest Lord, Hut, o: I long to soar l\-ir from llic s[)lu'i-e of mortal joys. And Icai'U 1o lo\e Thee more. Philip Doddridge 8t ^v7NV vtV ''YpS^^^^i^^ '^^ i ^^^S^^' I. Peter, ii. 7. .Q\V swopt the name of .Testis pounds Tn a holiever's ear I It soothes his sorrows, heals liis wounds, .And drives a-\vay his fear. ]t makes the wounded spirit wliole, And calms the troubled breast; "Tis manna to the hungry soul, Anil to the wcai'v rest. ^■ 85 ^- L ove. Dear Name! the rock on which I build, My shield and hiding-place ; My never-tailing treas'ry, filled . With boundless stores of grace. Jesus, my Shepherd, Gruardian, Triend, My Prophet, Priest, and King ; My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, Accept the praise I bring. Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought ; But when I see Thee as Thou art, I '11 praise Thee as I ought. Till then I would thy love proclaim With ev'ry fleeting breath ; And may the music of Thy Name, Eofresh my soul in death. ■/aJ/H Xciiioii. ^4- If !/)' lori' me, keep wif commandmfiiiis. Ws ESU.S, my all, to Heaven is gone I Joiix.xiv. 1." He whom I fix my hopes upon ; His track I see, and I '11 pursue The narrow way, till Him I view. The way the holy prophets went ; The road that leads from banishment The King's highway of holiness I '11 go, for all His paths are peace. 86 No f^tmnger may proceed tlu'reiii, No lover of the world and sin ; No lion, no devouring eare, No ravenous tiger shall be there. No : nothing may go up thereon But travelling souls ; and I am one Wayfaring men, to Canaan bound, Shall only in the way be found. Nor fools, by carnal men esteemed. Shall err therein ; but they, redeemed In Jesus' blood, shall show their right To travel there, till Heaven's in sight. This is the way I long have sought, And mourned because I found it not ; My grief, my burden long have been Because I could not cease from sin. The more I strove against its power, I sinned and stumbled but the more ; Till late I heard my Saviour say. Come hither, soul ! for I 'm the Way ! " Lo ! glad I come ; and Thou, dear Lamb, Shall take me to Thee, as I am : Nothing but sin I Thee can give; Yet help me, and Thy praise 1 11 live ! I '11 tell to all poor sinners roiuid What a dear Saviour I have found; I '11 point to Thy redeeming blood, And say, "Behold the Way to God!" John Ceunick. 87 ►i- ■* ,ove. All fliiiifjs are your's ; and ye are Chmt's ; and I CORIXTHIANS. iii. 21. '£?,. OVEREIG^- Euler of the skie«, Ever gracious, ever wise, All luy times are iu Thy haud, All events at Thy conunaiid. His decree, who formed the earth, Eixed my first and second birth; Parents, native place, and time, All appointed were by Him. K He that formed me in the womb. He shall guide me to tiie tomb ; All my times shall ever be Ordered bv His wise decree. Times of sickness, times of health, Times of penury and wealth ; Times of trial and of grief. Times of triumph and relief; Times the tempter's jjower to prove. Times to taste a Saviour's love ; All must come, and last, and end, As shall please my heavenly Erieud. Plagues and deaths around me fly ; Till He bids I cannot die : Not a single shaft can hit Till the God of love sees fit. Thou Gracious, AV'ise, and Just ! ]n Thy hands my life 1 trust: Have 1 something dearer still ? 1 resign it to Thv will. 88 ^- -*i* ]\faY I ahvays own 'I'liy lianrl; Still to the surrondci- slaiul; Know that 'I'liou art (iod alone; I ami mine ai'c all Tliliic own. ^ Tliee at all tiiiu's will I Mess; Having Thee, I all possei^s ; How can I ])ereaved be, Since I cannot 2'Ji'*t with Thee? Jn//,/ Rulaiiil. 8U 12 -^ * L07' Tlie tovr nj { Irrixt enunfraineth ns. II, COEINTHIAXS, V. 14. >I '^. Thy boundless love to me No thought can reach, no tongue declare; O knit my thankful heart to Thee, And reign without a rival there : Thine wholly, Thine alone, I am ; Lord, with Thy love my heart inflame. grant that nothing in my soul May dwell, but Thy pure love alone : may Thy love possess me whole, My joy, my treasure, and my crown ; All coldness from my heart remove, — May every act, word, thought, be love. O love, how cheering is thy ray ! All pain before thy presence flies ; Care, anguish, sorrow melt away "Wliere'er thy healing beams arise : Jesus, nothing may I see, Nothing desire, or seek, but Tliee. In suffering, be Thy love my peace; In weakness, be Thy love my power ; And when the storms of life shall cease, Jesus, in that important hour, In death, in life, be Thou my Guide, And save me, who for me hast died. /-'„»/ drylHO;! j5x&/^l>^5<*^^e^>Jl^SNX^ ■* 90 Love. Lore not tlif irorld, ,a-iUi<-,- the fliini/s thai (tri- ill the wnrlfl. 1. John, ii. 15. inn ST my hidden life, appear, Soul of my inmost soul! Light of life, the mourner cheer, And make the sinner whole! Now in mo Thyself display; Surely Thou in all things art ; I from all things turn away, To seek Thee in my heart! Open, Lord, my inward ear. And bid my heart rejoice! Bid my quiet spirit hear Thy comfortable voice; Never in the whirlwind found, Or where earthquakes rock the place; Still and silent is the sound. The whisper of Thy grace! *i* From the world of sin, and noise, And hurry, I withdraw; For the small and inward voice I wait with humble awe; Silent am I now and still, Dare not in Thy presence mov<' To my waiting soul reveal The secret of Thy love! Thou hast undertook for me ; For me to death wast sold ; "Wisdom in a mystery Of bleeding love unfold! Teach the lesson of Thy Cross ; Let me die, with Thee to reign ! All things let me count but loss, So I may Thee regain! 91 ^ ^- *h L< SlioAv me, as my soul can hear, '^rhe de])th of inbred sin ; Air the unbelief declare. The pride that lurks within: lake me, whom Thyself hast bought I Eriug into captivity Every higli aspiring thought, That would nut stoop to Thee ! Lord, my time is in Thy hand ; My soul to Thee convert ! Thou canst make me understand, Though I am slow of heart. Thine, in whom I live and move, Thine the work, the power is Thine ! Thou art Wisdom, Power, and Love ; And all Thou art is mine I i'liarlcs fVealfi/. B/fssed are the poor in spirit, for their s is the kinjjdoiii, of heaven . llEKE is a dwelling-place above; Thither, to meet the God of love, The poor in spirit go ; There is a paradise of rest ; For contrite heart and souls distrest Its streams of comfort flow. There is a goodh^ heritage, AVhere earthly passions cease to rage ; The meek that haven gain ; There is a board, where they Avho pine, Hungry, athirst, for grace divine, I\rav feast, nor crave again. ► '<- 92 -^ ^- -»!* Li )l C-. 'I'licrc is a voire to iiu-rcy true ; 'J'o them who meiry's i)ath puri^ue That voice shall blitjs impart ; There is a sight from mau eoucealed ; That sight, the face of God revealed, 8luill bless tlie pure iu heart. There is a uame, in lieaveu bestowed ; That name, which hails them sons of (lod, The friends of peace shall know ; There is a kingdom in the sky, AVhere they shall reign with Grod ou high, Who serve Him best below. Ijord ! be it mine like them to choose The better part, like them to tise The means Thy love hath given! Be holiness my aim on eai'th. That death be welcomed as a birth To life and bliss in Heaven ! Hifihup Rirlno'd Maul. ^M^mi.^ms!^sr$- riiou cwHjjassesf mi/ path 'aud my lying (Iowh, and art aeqitainted vilh all my ways. Psalm cxxxix. •Hvl). in the day Tliou art about The paths wherein I tread -, And in the nighl. when I lie down, Thou art abont my bed. AVhile others in God's prisons lie. Bound with affliction's chain, 1 A\ alk at large, secure and free From sickness and from pain. 'Tis Thou dost crown my hopes and phi lis AVith good success each day : This crown, together with myself xVt Thv bk>st feet I lav. 93 •i*- Love. let my house a temple be. That I and mine may sing Hosanua to Thy Majesty, And praise our heavenly King ! John Hampden Gnrney. From John Ma^on, --o(22>2X' The lore irh'ich passeth kmicledqe I'IrilESIANS. iii. Y.\ \ I divine, all love excelling, Joy of Heaven, to earth come down Fix in us thy humble dwelling ; All thy faithful mercies crown. Jesus, Thou art all compassion ; Pure, unbounded love Thou art : Visit us with Thy salvation ; Enter every longing heart. Come, almighty to deliver. Let us all Thy grace receive; Suddenly return, and never, Never more Thy temples leave. Thee we would be always blessing, Serve Thee as Thy hosts above ; Pray, and praise Thee without ceasing ; Glory in Thy precious love. Finish, then, Thy new creation : Pure, unspotted may we be; Let us see our whole salvation Perfectly secured by Thee; Changed from glory into glory, Till in Heaven we take our place ; Till we cast our crowns before Thee, Lost in wonder, love, and praise. (Iharles Wesley. ►;'<- -* 94 *b- /■;,.• „i,' in Virr is Chrixl, (iiiil lo (lie is (jnia. Pini-iPPiAxs. i. 21. BTKC'I of my first desire, Jesus, crucified for me, All to happiness aspire Only to be foimd in Thee. Thee to praise and Thee to know, Constitute our bliss below ; Thee to see and Thee to love, Constitute our bliss above. V Lord, it is not life to live, If Thy presence Thou deny ; Lord, if Thou Thy presence give, 'Tis no longer death to die. Source and Griver of repose. Singly from Thy smile it flows ; Peace and happiness are Thine, Mine they are, if Thou art mine. While I feel Thy love to me, Every object teems with joy ; Here, O ! may I walk with Thee, Then into Thy presence die. Let me but Thyself possess— Total sum of happiness ! — Eeal bliss I then shall prove, Heaven below and Heaven above. i* J 01 J. M't fpirif linfh rfjuirt'il /// (rorJ idu Snnonf. I-tKE i. I' EnI'S. tlie very thon2;ht of Tlieo "W'ith sweetness fill« iny brea>;t. But sweeter far Thy face to see, And in Tliy presence rest. Xor voice can sing, nor heart can frame. Nor can the memory fiinl A sweeter sound than Thy blest Xame, O Saviour of mankind. CQ O hope of every contrite heart ! O joy of all the meek ! To those who fall how kind Thou art! 3 Tow good to those who seek I But what to tliose who find? Ah. this Xor tongue nor pen can show ; The love of Jesus — what it is Xone but His loved ones know. .fesus, our only joy be Thou, As Thou our crown wilt be; Jesus, be Thou our glory now Anil through eternity. ^1 lifUKiril r'P^-a />/ ///'' lirni'i of llifiii ififinofi Hull aeel,- lllf hjrd . I'SAI.M cv. Mb, child leans on its mother's breast, I>eaves tliere its cares, and is at rest ; The bird sits sinulng by his nest. Aiul tells aloud Jlis trust iu (Joil. :iud so is ])1est ',\e;ilh everv i-loinl. ■*t Jolf. He has no store, lie sows no seed, Yet sings aloud, and dotli not heed ; By flowing stream or grassy mead He sings to shame Men, who forget, in fear of need, A Father's Name. *^t- !)7 13 -* f Jl)lj. The lieai't that trusts for ever sings. And feels as light as it had wings; A well of peace within it springs ; Come good or ill, A\ liato'er to-day, to-morrow brings, It is His will : Fsaac Williams. -X Although the fig tree shall not blossom, yet I Kill \^ rejoice in the Lord. Habakkck iii. 1", 18. T^A OIMETT^VrRS a light surprises Tlie Christian while he sings Jt is the Lord, wlio rises AVith healing in His wings : AVheu comforts are declining, He grants the soul again A season of clear shining, To cheer it after rain. In holy contemplation AVe sweetly then pursue The theme of God's salvation, And find it ever new : Set free from present sorrow, AVe cheerfully can say, E'en let the unknown morrow Bring with it what it may. It can bring with it nothing But He will bear us through ; AVho gives the lilies clothing AVill clothe His people too ; Beneath the spreading heavens Xo creature but is fed ; And He who feeds the ravens AA'^ill irive His children bread. -^-i 98 ^. -A Jo}/. Though vine nor tig tree neither Their wonted fruit shall bear, Though all the field should wither, Xor flocks nor herds be there ; Yet, God the same abiding, His praise shall tune my voice ; For, while in Him confiding, I cannot but rejoice. WiUiam Con-pp.i- ..e®©x®@a:®®:s®6- J^^'i'i'^FlK ^'''^"^ //<•«•/"// not m,i, ye loce ; in tohom, thourjh now y (^iW^!^Jh Ji Ol. 'I/' -^ A bleeding Saviour seeu by faitb, A sense of pardoning love, A hope that triumphs over death, Give joys like those above. To take a glimpse within the veil, To know that Grod is mine, Are springs of joy that never fail, Unspeakable, divine ! These are the joys which satisfy And sanctify the mind, Which make the spii'it mount on high, And leave the world behind. Jo/z/i Ni'ictuii. M n rome, let us sing unto the Lord : let us miikc a joyful noise to the llocfc of our sidmtion. I'SALAI XCV. 1. O^l [•]. we that love the Lord, And let our joys be known ; Join in a song with sweet accord, And thus surround the throne. The sorrows of the mind Be banished from the place : lleligion never was designed To make our pleasures less. Let those refuse to sing That never knew our God; But children of the heavenly King May speak their joys abroad. The God that rules on high. And thundei's when He please, That rides upon the stormy sky, And manages the seas ; 101 -►^^ Joij. This awful Grod is ours, Our Father and our love ; He shall send down His heavenly powers To carry us above. There shall we see His face, iVnd never, never sin ; There, from the rivers of His grace. Drink endless pleasures in. Yes, and before we rise To that immortal state, The thoughts of such amazing bliss Should constant joys create. The men of grace have found Grlory begun below : Celestial frviits on earthly ground Prom faith and hope may grow. Isaac Wutis. 'Ill j'jiiit iiii.o ine iiuiui, and I will there ftilk uHlli fhee. Ei^EKilSL, iii, 22. Z-^ U> from the world, Lord, I flee. From strife and tumult far ; From scenes where Satan wages still His most successful war. The calm retreat, the silent shade, With prayer and j)raise agree. And seem by Thy sweet bounty made For those who follow Thee. There, if Thy Spirit touch the soul, And grace her mean abode, 0, with what peace, and joy, and hive, She communes with her God! 1U2 -►^^ ^- ?^J^/Z^^ ^ J^^^S ^^^^^^- 1 X-^2b- There, like the uightingale, she pours Her solitary lays, Nor asks a witness of her song, Nor thirsts for human praise. Author and Guardian of my life, Sweet source of light divine, And, all harmonious namos in one, ]\tv Saviour! Thou art mine! What thanks I owe Thee, and what love ! A houndless, endless store Shall echo through the realms above, "When time shall he no more! William Coioper 103 -*i* Joxj. All thiit(/s arc i/oiirs. I. r'oRlNTRIANS. iii. 21. )\V vast tlic treasure we possess ! IIow rich Thy bounty, King of grace! This world is ours, and worhls to come ; Earth is our lodge, and Heaven our home. All things are ours, the gifts of God, The purchase of a Saviour's blood ; "While the good Spirit shows us how To use and to improve them too. \'7 t\ If peace and plenty crown my days, They help me. Lord, to speak Thy praise If bread of sorrows be my food. Those sorrows work my lasting good. I would not change my blest estate For all the world calls good or great ; And, while my faith can keep her hold, I envv not the sinner's gold. Father, I wait Thy daily will ; Thou shalt divide my portion still : Grant me on earth what seems Thee best, Till death and Heaven reveal the rest. I.saac Wdlln. ^ -* 104. ,Or patient Hjrrcforr, favctljrrn, unto tfjc roming of tfjr Tikort. 3ninfs, fa. 7. ^- ■^ "Tp //f "II thy w(ii/s acknowledr/e Him, and lie shall '^^ 'I'lrefl III// pftlli.s. 'Y\V^ I'KOVERHS, iii. 0. 5V/ OlNOrTT thou all thy -riefs ^^^^. Aud ways into His hands, To His sure truth and tender care Who earth aud Heaven commands ; AVho points the clouds their course, AVhom Avinds aud seas obey ; He shall direct thy wandering feet, He shall pre^mre thy way. Thou on the Lord rely. So safe shalt thou go on ; Fix on His work thy steadfast eye, So shall thy Avork be done. No profit canst thou gain Ey self-consuming care ; To Him commend thy cause ; His cai Attends the softest prayer. Thy everlasting truth, Father! Thy ceaseless love. Sees all Tliv children's wants, and know; What best for each will prove. And whatsoe'er Thou will'st Thou dost, King of kings ; AVhat Thy unerring wisdom chose, Thy power to being brings. 105 1 1 : ^ P(ilit}ice. Thou everywliere hast sway, And all things serve Thy might ; Thy every act pure blessing is, Thy path unsullied light. "When Thou arisest, Lord, "Who shall Thy work withstand? AV^hen all Thy cliildj-en want Thou giv'st, "Who, who shall stay Thy hand ? Grive to the winds thy fears ; Hope, and be undismayed ; God hears thy sigh and counts thy tears, God shall lift up thy head. Through waves and clouds and storms, He gently clears thy way ; AV^ait thou His time ; so shall this night 8oon end in joyous day. Still heavy is thy heart ? Still sink thy spirits do^^^l ? Cast oft' the weight, let fear depart, And every care be gone. AVhat though thou rulest not ? Yet Heaven and earth and Hell Proclaim, God sitteth on the tlu'one, And ruleth all things well ! Leave to His sovereign sway To choose and to command ; So shalt thou wondering own, His way How wise, liow strong His hand ! 1U6 -* Paliciice. Far, far above tliy tlinuglit His counsel sliall appear, When fiillj He the worlc liatli urouolit That caused tliy iieedless fear. *- 107 •i*- ->^^ Patience. Thou seest our weakness, Lord! Our heai'ts are known to Thee : O ! lift Thou up the sinking hand, Confirm the feeble knee ! Let us, in life, in death, Thy steadfast truth declare, And publish, with our latest breath, Thy love and guardian care ! J old Wedey. ■ From Paul Gerliunlt. r ^:w^ ///CI 11/ I III- [jtjril I'/iviuiij^jL'lh fear Tim. 1 1 about (lie lit UuU PsALSi xxxiv. 7. }s^ silent wings, an angel Through all the land is boruo, Sent by the gracious Father To comfort them that mourn. There 's blessing in his glances. Peace dwells where'er he came, O ! follow when he calls thee, For Patience is his name. Through earthly care and sorrow He'll smooth the thorny way, And speak with hopeful courage Of brighter, happier day ; And when thy weakness falters. His strength is firm and fast ; He '11 help to bear thy burden, He'll lead thee home at last. lOS *- '^ Patience. Thy tears he never chidetli, When comfort he 'd impart. ; Rebuking not, he quiets The longings of thy heart ; And when, in stomny sorrow. Thou murmuring askest " Why ? " He, silent yet, but smiling, Points upwnrd to the sky. He will not always answer Each question that 's addrest ; His maxim is " Endure thou, And after toil comes rest." Through life, if thou wilt love liiiii, Thus by thy side he '11 wend, Oft silent, ever hopeful. Still looking to the end. JJr. JJuh'keji. IF/iom hace [ in Heaceu hut Thee ? EAREE. my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee ! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me ; Still all my song shall be. Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! Though like ihe wanderer, The sun gone down. Darkness be over me. My rest a stone ; Yet in my dreams I "d be Nearer, my God, to 'J'liee, Nearer to Thee ! PsALii Ixxiii. 25. •i*- 109 >:^- -* Patience. There let the way appear Steps unto Heaven ; All that Thou send'st to me In mercy given ; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my Grod, to Thee, Nearer to Thee ! Then with my waking thoughts Bright with Tliy 2:)raise, Out of my stony griefs Bethel I'll raise; So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! Or if on joyful wing Cleaving the sky. Sun, moon, and stars forgot, Upwards I fly, Still all my song shall he. Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee ! I'Sarak J^^luirer Ailitmft. >k§Sv^^'-^-- So shall we ^mr he with the Tx»il I. Thkssaluma.n^ i\. i: •^ OR ever with tlie Lord ! i9" Amen! so let it be! Life from the dead is in that word. And immortalitv ! Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home. 110 -* My Father's house on liigli, Home of my soul ! how near, At times, to faith's foreseeing eye. Thy golden gatef< appear ! Ah ! then my spirit faults To reach the land I love, The bright inheritance of saints, Jerusalem above ! Yet clouds will intervene, And all my prospect flies ; Like Noah's dove, I flit between Rough seas and stormy skies. Anon the clouds depart. The winds and waters cease ; "While sweetly o'er my gladdened heart Expands the bow of peace ! Beneath its glowing arch, Along the hallowed ground, I see cherubic armies march, A camp of fire around. I hear at morn and even. At noon and midnight hour. The choral harmonies of Heaven Earth's Babel tongues o'erpowei-. Then, then I feel that He, Remembered or forgot. The Lord, is never far from me, Though I perceive Him not. Ji/uirs MonUjomcrxi — >^ 111 t-M- -*^ Patience. Hqoire in the Lord, yp rif/lifeonx. I'SALM xxxiii. 1. ^K. RJOICE. thougli storms assail tliee ; Eejoice, wlieu skies are bright ; Rejoice, tliougli round thy pathway Is spread the gloom of uight : If the good hope be in thee I That all at last is well, Theu let thy happy spirit With joyful feelings swell ! ;v Look back on early childhood, And let thy soul rejoice ! "Who then upheld thy goings, And tuned thy feeble voice? Look back on youth's gay visions "When life one glory seemed : Who poured those rays of gladness Which on thy prospect beamed? Recall the hours of anguish, And let thy soul rejoice, Though Avave on wave of sorrow Rush on Avith feai'ful noise: Was not the bow of promise Still seen amidst the gloom, Shedding its hallowed lustre E'en round the silent tomb ? Rejoice, rejoice for ever. Though earthly friends be gone ! For silently and swiftly The wheels of time roll on ; And still they bear Thee forward Nearer that happy shore, AVhile the triumphant song is, " Rejoice for evermore ! " Anon. 11: ^ -*h ■^ 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 ; From the fair chambers of the east The circuit of his race begins, And, without weariness or rest. Round the whole earth he flics and shines ; 0, like the sun, may I fulfil Th' appointed duties of the day. With ready mind and active Avill March on, and keep my heavenly way ! ->^"< 114 Morning, But I shall rove and" lose the race, If Grod, my Sun, should disappear, And leave me in this world's wide maze To follow every wandering star. Lord, Thy commands are clean and pure, Enlightening our beclouded eyes ; Thy thrcatenings just, Thy promise sure ; Thy Gospel makes the simple wise. Grive me Thy counsel for my guide. And then receive mc to Thy bliss : All my desires and hopes beside Ai-e faint and cold, compared with this ! Isaac Waits. ^'^- ■^ 115 >t- '*"* Mi ornws:. The LoirVs mercies i> /^ are new everi/ mornwrj. Lam li.NTATiOKS, iii. 22, 2;5 TT^rKI.\ hap])y, timely wise, Hearts that with risini;' uioni arise ; Eyes that the beams eelestial view, AN^hich evermore makes all things new. New every morning is the love Our wakening and uprising prove ; Through sleep and darkness safely brought, Restored to life, and power, and thought. New mercies, each returning day, Hover around us while we pray ; New perils past, new sins forgiven. New thoughts of God, new liopes of Heaven. If, on our daily course, our mind Be set to hallow all we find. New treasures still, of countless price, Grod will provide for sacrifice. Old friends, old scenes, will lovelier be, As more of Heaven in each we see ; Some softening gleam of love and prayer Shall dawn ou every cross and care. As for some dear familiar strain Untired we ask, and ask again, Ever, in its melodious store. Finding a spell unheard before ; Such is the bliss of souls serene, When they have sworn, and steadfast mean, Counting the cost, in all t' espy Their God, in all themselves deny. -^i 116 ►i*- ■*t Mornim O could we learn that sacrifice, VVluit lights would all arouud us rise! lEow would our hearts with wisdom tnl Along life's dullest, dreariest walk! We need not bid, for cloistered cell. Our neighbour and our work ftirewoll, Nor strive to wind ourselves too high For sinful man beneath the sky : The trivial round, the common task, Will furnish all we ought to ask, — Eoom to deny ourselves ; a road To bring us daily nearer Grod. Seek we no more : content with thes(\ Let present rapture, comfort, ease, As Heaven shall bid them, come and go ; The secret this of rest below. Only, O Lord, in Thy dear love, Fit us for perfect rest above ; And help us, this and every day, To live more nearly as we pray. John Kehle. ■iiiiiiiiixsiivts ftiil ,iof ; IIh'i/ II ri' imr oxery mriiing. IIRIST. whose glory fills the skies, Christ, the true, the only Light, Sun of Kighteousness, arise. Triumph o'er the shades of night ! Day-spring from on high, be near ! Day-star, in my heart appear ! 117 Mornins:. -►i* Dark and cheerless is tlie iiioru Uuaceompauiecl by Thee ; Joyless is the day's return Till Thy mercy's beams I see ; Till they inward light impart, Glad my eyes and warm my heart. Visit then this soul of mine, Pierce the gloom of sin and grief! Fill me, lladiancy Divine, Scatter all my unbelief! More and more Thyself display, Shining to the perfect day ! CliarJcH TFeslei/. Til the mnmhiff will 1 dirert wy prayer unto Thee, and Kill look up. Psalm v. 3. WAKE, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run ; Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise To pay thy morning sacrifice. Thy precious time mis-spent redeem ; Each present day thy last esteem ; Improve thy talent with due care ; For the great day thyself prepare. In conversation be sincere ; Keep conscience as the noontide clear ; Think how all-seeing God thy ways And all thy secret thoughts surveys. By influence of the light divine Let thy own light to others shine ; Reflect all Heaven's propitious ways, Tn ardent love and cheerful praise. 118 ^- -^ ►J- Morning. Wake aud lift up thyself, my heart, And with the angels bear thy part, Who all night long unwearied sing High praise to the Eternal King. Awake ! awake, ye heavenly choir ! May your devotion me inspire, That I, like you, my age may spend, Like you may on my God attend ! May I, like you, in God delight. Have all day long my God in sight ; Perform, like you, my Maker's will ; Oh, may I never more do ill ! Had I your wings, to Heaven I 'd fly ; But God shall that defect supply; Aud my soul, winged with warm desire. Shall all day long to Heaven aspire. All praise to Thee, who safe hast kept, And hast refreshed me, whilst I slept. Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, I may of endless light partake ! I would not wake, nor rise again, Ev'u Heaven itself I would disdain, Wert Thou not there to be enjoyed, And I in hymns to be employed. Heaven is, dear Lord, where'er Thou art ; O, never then from me depart ! Por to my soul 'tis Hell to be But for one moment void of Thee. 119 Mornhig, Lord, I my vows to Thee renew ; Disperse my sins as morning dew ; Guard my first springs of thought and will, And with Thyself my spirit fill. Direct, control, suggest, this day, All I design, or do, or say ; That all my powers, with all their might, In Thy sole glory may unite. Praise God, from whom all blessings flow ; Praise Him, all creatures here below! Praise Him above, ye heavenly host ; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ! Bisliop lUiomaa Ken. I ,r;n ,un, ,/n III,' In, -J .ini. I'tiALM C.wi. 1* (lOlJ. we thank Thee for the love And care Thou dost bestow Upon us in our sleeping hours, -n And all the hours we know. And now the gladsome morning sun Lights all the land and sea. And we, refreshed by blessed sleej:). Rise up to worship Thee. V All glorious is Thy holy Name, All wondrous is Thy might ; Creator of the sunlit day And of the starry night. V 120 ■^ *- Mi ofiims:. If Thou, O God, dost errant Tliy love, The world shall hurt no more, Though sin may chafe, as dotli the sea Upon a rock-girt shore. O shield us in temptation's hour I O guard us night and day ! O give us Thy jn'otecting love I And liear us when we pray. Anon. ^ 121 If; 'i^- -^-i Moi'iiini. -^. ■n(i( v^ And Samuel lay until the moriiiHg. I. Samuel, iii. 15. ^iY^l^^^- from my bed again I rise ' '0/ To offer up the sacrifice Of praise and prayer to Thee : I laid me down to sleep at night ; I trusted in Thine arm of might : Thine arm protected me. Uphold Thy servant through the day ; Direct my steps in Avisdom's way, Let me not turn aside ; Let me not Avalk where scorners walk, And sinful men ])rofanoly talk : kStill be my Clod and Guide. I will praise T/ii/ Name for ever and ever, OED, in the morning Thou shalt hear My voice ascending high ; To Thee Avill I direct my prayer, To Thee lift up mine eye — Up to the hills where Christ is gone To plead for all His saints, Presenting at His Tather's throne Our songs and our complaints. Bartholomew. Psalm cxlv. 2. ^^ <2> ^ Thoii art a God before whose sight The wicked shall not stand ; Sinners shall ne'er be Thy delight. Nor dwell at Thy right hand. But to Thy house will I resort, To taste Thy mercies there ; I will frequent Thy holy court, And worship in Thy fear. O, may Thy Spirit guide my feet In ways of righteousness ; Make every path of duty straight And plain before my face. Isaac Watts. -►^ 122 ► ^- -* Keep me as the apple of the eye, hide rne under tlie shadow of Thi/ iiings. FsAiM xvii. LORV to Thee, my God, thi.s uiglit, ITor all the blessings of the light ; Keep me, O, keep me, Kiug of kings, Beneath Thine own almighty wings ! Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, The ill that I this day have done. That with the world, myself, and Thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. Teach me to live, that I may di'ead The grave as little as my bed ! To die, that this vile body may Else glorious at the Judgment Day ! O, may my soul on Thee I'epose, And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close ; Sleep, that may me more vig'rous make To serve my God Avhen I awake ! Wlicn in the night I sleepless lie, My soul with heavenly thoughts supply ! Let no ill dreams disturb my rest, No powers of darkness me molest ! ^- 123 ■^ -* Evenins:. Dull sleep, of sense lue to deprive ! I am but half my time alive : Thy faithful lovers, Lord, are grieved To lie so long of Thee bereaved. But though sleep o'er my frailty reigns, Let it not hold me long in chains ! And now and then let loose my heart. Till it an hallelujah dart ! The fiister sleep the senses binds, The more unfettered are our minds ; (), may my soul, from matter free, Thy loveliness unclouded see ! 0, when shall I, in endless day, For ever chase dark sleep away, And hymns with the su])ernal choir Incessant sing, and never tire ? O, may my guardian, while I sleep, Close to my bed his vigils keep ; His love angelical instil ; .Stop all the avenues of ill. ► :<- May he celestial joy rehearse, And thought to thought with me converse ; Or in my stead, all the night long, Sing to my God a grateful song ! Praise God, from Avhom all blessings flow ; Praise Him, all creatures here below ! Praise Him abo\c', ye heavenly host ; Praise Pather, Son, and Holy Ghost ! Bishop Thovias Ken. 124 * ^- Eif^nin"-. Hear me when I citll. God. FbAi.M iv. 1. EHOLi). tlit^ ^uii. ^liii^^t .seemed but uuw Enthroned overhead, IJeginneth to decline below The globe whereon Ave tread ; And he, whom yet we look iipoii AV^ith comfort and delight, AVill quite depart from hence autui And leave us to the nimtwmmmm 127 *- -*i< After (his manner praif ye. Matthew, vi. ft. EARV now I go to bed, Close my eyes and rest my head ; Father, let Thy Avatehful eye Be upon me as I lie. For the wi'ono; I S-e done this dav, Look not oil it, Lord, I pi-av ; But forgive the ill 1 'vc done, For the sake of Chi-ist, Thy Son. For my parents dear I pray ; Father, take them not away ; Let us all in ])ea('e awake. For Thy Son oui- Saviour's sake. Dr. Dulcken. 128 Evening. -^ mS<^ He f/irHh 11 is Mnred ulrr/i V<\\\} rswii. of my soul, Thou Saviour dear, It is not night if Thou be near ; O ! may no earth-born cloud arise To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes ! When round Thy wondrous works below My searching raptiu'ous glance I throw, Tracing out wisdom, power, and love. In earth or sky, in stream or grove ; Or, by the light Thy words disclose, Watch time's full river as it flows. Scanning Thy gracious Providence, AVhere not too deep for mortal sense ; When with dear friends sweet talk I hold, And all the flowers of life unfold. Let not my heart within me burn Except in all I Thee discern I WTien the soft dews of kindly sleep My wearied eyelids gently steep. Be my last thought. How sweet to rest For ever on mv Saviour's breast ! Abide with me from uiorn till eve. For without Thee I cannot live ! Abide with me when night is nigh. For without Thoo 1 dare not die ! *- 129 ^ »J. *-:•*- v^remns:- Thou Frainer of flic liglit and dark, Steer through the tempest Thine own ark ! Amid the howling wintry sea AVe are in port if we have Thee. The rulers of this Christian land, 'Twixt Thee and us ordained to stand. Guide Thou their course, O Lord, aright ! Let all do all as in Thy sight! () ! by Thine own sad burthen, borne So meekly up the hill of scorn, Teach Thou Thy priests their daily cross To bear as Thine, nor count it loss ! If some poor wandering child of Thine Have spurned, to-day, the voice divine, Now, Lord, the gracious work begin ; Let him no more lie downa in sin. Watch by the sick ; enrich the poor With blessings from Thy boundless store ; Be every mourner's sleep to-night Like infant's slumbers, pure and light! Come near and bless us when we wake, Ere through the world our way we take : Till, in the ocean of Thy love, AVe lose ourselves in Heaven above ! John Kehh 130 t-^- -* Rvcnnis;. ^M Abide with us: the drnj is far spar • \ ],. wiv. i'.K |)K witli nic! fast falls the eventide; The darluiess deepens; Lord, M'itli me abide! When other helpers fail and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me ! Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away ; Change and decay in all around I see: O Thou who changest not, abide with me! ^ Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word; But, as Thou dwell'st with Thy disciples, Lord, Pamiliar, condescending, patient, free. Come, not to sojourn, but abide, with me! Come not in terrors, as the King of lungs, But kind and good, with healing in Thy wings ; Tears for all Avoes, a heart for every plea ; Come, Friend of sinners, and thus 'bide with me ! Thou on my head in ein-ly youth didst sunle ; And, though rebellious and perverse meanwhile. Thou hast not left me, oft as I left Thee : On to the close, O Lord, abide with me! I need Thy presence every passing hour: What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power ? AVho like Thyself my Guide and Stay can be ? Through cloud and sunshine, abide with me ! I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless : Ills have no weight and tears no bitterness: Where is Death's sting? where, Grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if Thou abide with me! 131 -* Evening. -*i^ Hold then Thy Cross before my closiug eyes ! Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies ! Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee ; In life and death, O Lord, abide with me ! Ifrnrii Francis Lijl< h: sluill (jicc ilis oiiijch cliinye co/iccritiui/ l/iee. Matthew, iv. tv - \ I; my prayer, O heavenly Father, Ere I lay me down to sleep : Bid Thine angels, pure and holy, Round my bed their vigil keep. %^yj My sins are heavy, but Thy mercy Far outweighs them every one ; DoAvn before Thy Cross I east them, Trusting in Thy help alone. Keep me, through this night of peril, Underneath its boundless shade ; Take me to Thy rest, I pray Thee, AYhen my pilgrimage is made ! None shall measure out Thy patience By the span of human thought; None shall bound the tender mercies Which Thy Holy Son hath bought. Pardon all my past transgressions ; Give me strength for days to come ; G-uide and guard me with Thy blessing Till Thine angels bid me home ! Hurnett Parr *- ■►:?< 132 At mmtim II'' I hat li-i'cpelh Israel .^luill nn flier slatiiOcr nor deep. I'SALM C.\xi TEliVAl. of grateful sliade, I Welcome to my weary liead ; Welcome slumber to mine eyes, Tired Avith glaring vanities. My great Master still allows Needful periods of repose ; By my Heavenly Eather blest, Thus I give my powers to rest. Heavenly Father ! gracious Name ! Night and day His love the same ! Far be each suspicious thought, Every anxious care forgot. Thou, my ever-bounteous God, Crown'st my days with various good ; Thy kind eye, that cannot sleep. These defenceless hours shall keep. What though downy slumbers flee, Sti-angers to my couch and me ? Sleepless, well I know to rest. Lodged within my Father's breast. 133 Night. While the empress of the uight Scatters mild her silver light, While the vivid planets stray- Various through their mystic way, While the stars unnumbered roll E-ound the ever-constant pole, Far above these spangled skies All my soul to Grod shall rise. Mid the silence of the night, Mingling with those angels bright AVhose harmonious voices raise Ceaseless love and ceaseless praise. Through the throng His gentle ear Shall my tuneless accents hear ; From on high doth He impart Secret comfort to my heart. He in these serenest hours Guides my intellectual powers. And His Spirit doth diffuse Sweeter far than midnight dews ; Lifting all my thoughts above On the wings of faith and love : Blest alternative to me, Thus to sleep, or wake with Thee ! What if death my sleep invade ? Should I be of death afraid ? Whilst encircled by Thine arm, Death may strike, but cannot harm. ^ _ —— ^ 134 ^- Nig/it. What if beams of openiug day Shine around my bi*eathless clay ? Brighter visions from on high Shall regale my mental eye. Tender friends awhile may mourn Me from their embraces torn ; Dearer, better friends I have In the realms beyond the grave. See, the guardian angels nigh AVait to waft my soul on high ! See the golden gates displayed ! See llie crown to l) that iimdest earth aud lleavou, Darkuess aud light ; Who the day for toil hast giveu, For rest the night ; May Thine angel guards defend us ! Slumber sweet Thy mercy send us ! Holy di-eams and hopes attend us, This livelong night ! Guard us waking, guard us sleeping, And, when we die, May we in Thy mighty keeping All peaceful lie ; When the last dread call shall wake us, Do not Thou, our God, forsake us, But to reign in glory take us With Thee on high. Amen. Bislivp licffinahl Jlehcr Tlii'i-i' sluill he III! itii/hl lli''r<'. Rkvki.v liov, xxii. 5 \ God, now I from sleep awake, The sole possession of me take ; From midnight terrors me secure, And guard my heart from thoughts impure. Bless'd angels ! while Ave silent lie. You hallelujahs sing on high ; You joyful hymn the Ever-blest Before the throne, and never rest. I with yovir choir celestial join In offering up a hymn divine ; With you iu Heaven I hope to dwell, And bid the night and world farcAvell. ► ^- 137 18 ^- Aldif. My suul-, wliL'ii I r>liake utt" tliifi du! tSfdiiiU'l went (Old ttti/ down. \ Sam 1 ki., iii. ». fe^is. ill> night r lift my lieart to Thee, Whose dwelling is in Heaven above ; O, deign to hear and answer me. My Father — God of k)ve. Art Then not, Lord, in every place ? Is there a thing beneath Thy care ? Thongh angels only see Thy face, Yet Thon art everywhere. 0, give Thine angels charge to keep Their wings spread over me this night ; Let them defend me— let me sleep Till darlsiiess melts in light. Bartholomew. lie I lull k&iiclh thee will not sl,>nilwr. Psalm cxxi. ;?. 1 1 1: sun has sunk beneath the wave, c Another day is done, Another roiind upon the stage Of this life's course is run. The evening comes with silent tread, All slowly comes the night. When in the darkened heavens are shown A thoiisinid Wdflils n\' light. *i*- 141 -* p^i- -*h N/i(/if. O grant us, God, Tliy guarcliau care, While we lie clown to sleep ; Shield us fi'om every evil thing, Our souls in safety keep. G-rant that our bodies, all refreshed In the new coming day. May rise to serve Thee with new love, With greater fervour praj". And when our day of life is done. When death shall close our eyes, Grant us to Avake in glory bright, Hvnnis sintrino- in the skies ! ^ I 1/(1/1 *i^- 142 -* •i^- ^atlj iiiiir tl)\e mx-^bt. !i^)]]t 3,11b ci men t. *■ -►:i *^- 'M -^ c e -5* '5 -5 !sl^; ■••— •« ^ jSd tcarij tis to number our Hags, tf)at fajc mag applg our fjtarts unto ioistiom. ^5alm It. 12. i wifiwiy o "y^^c sljall all stanlj before Hjc jutigmcnt scat ijf © Ijrist. Iftomans, lib. 10. A R • ••■••»»l| ^^ ►i*- n^ =^ The puMnres are clothed with Jloch .• Ilir rallens (ihn are. corerpd or fir with con). Pr^vi.M Ixv. l: KATSE to God, immortiil praif?e, For the love that crowns our days I Bounteous Source of every joy, Let Thy praise our tongues employ. For the blessings of tlie field ; For the stores the gardens yield; For the vine's exalted juice ; For the generous olive's use : Flocks that whiten all the plain; Yellow sheaves of ripened grain ; Clouds that drop their fattening dews ; Suns that temperate warmth diffuse: All that Spring Avith bounteous hand Scatters o'er the smiling land; All that liberal Autumn pours From her rich o'erflowing stores: These to Thee, my God, we owe, Source whence all our blessings flow! And for these my soul shall raise Grateful vows and solemn })raise. »i*- 143 *"i- Sted-t'une and Harvest. Yet, isliould rising whirlwinds tear From its stem the ripening ear; Should the fig tree's blasted shoot Drop her green untimely fruit ; Should the vine put forth no more, Xor the olive yield her store ; Though the sickening flocks should fall, And the herds desert the stall ; Should Thine altered hand restrain The early and the latter rain ; Blast each opening bud of joy, And the rising year destroy ; Yet to Thee my soul should raise Grateful vows and solemn praise ; And, when every blessing 's flown, Love Thee for Thyself alone! Aum Lcetifin Ihrrhm,],! }Ir left not Hiiiis/uj ii-iUioi'.i tc/mea-'^. in that Ih gave ni< fruUfnl seasons. Acts, xiv. 17 '^UJOUNTA I \ of mercy ! Qod of love How rich Thy bounties are ! The foiling seasons, as they move. Proclaim Thy constant care. When in the bosom of the earth The sower hid the grain, Thy goodness marked its secret birth, And sent the early rain. 144 •i^- Seed-Hmr and Harvest. r^M^' :^.J The Spring's sweet influence was Thine, The plants in beanty gi'ew ; Thou gav'st refulgent suns to shiue, And mild refreshing dew. ^- lio 19 *i*- S('ed-time and Harvest. -^ Those various mercies froui above Matured the swelling grain ; And. vellow harvest erowns Tliv h)ve, And ])loiitv fills llie jdain. Seed-lime and harvest, Lord, alone TlxMi dost on man bestow ; Let him not iheii foi'get to own I'rom whom his blessings flow ! l'\iuniaiii of love I diir |)raise is Thine; To Tfiee oiii' songs we'll i-aise, And all (Tcalcd XaliO'e join In sweet harmonious j)raise ! Anuc Flowen/r/r. Ws>^ That which thou sowest is vot qmckened, oxrept it (tie, I. COKITfTTTIANS, XV. :?t). ()i\l> of the harvest! onee again AV^e tliauU Thee lor tlie i-ipened grain ; Wiv crops, sate carried, sent to cheei" Thy servants through another year; For all sweet holy thoughts supplied By seed-time and by harvest-tide. The bare dead grain, in Autumn sown, lis robe of vernal green puts on ; (Jrlad tVom its wintrv grave it springs, I'^resh garnished by the King of kings: So, Lord, to those who sleep in Thee Shall new and ltIoi-Ious bodies be. 110 ►-<- Seed-t'niu^ and Harvest. Noi- viihily of Thy \\'(»nl \vf ;if^^^*^ Who (jiveih food to all Jlesh : for His mercij ^_^ fiiidiireth for ecer. 'r^'fn' I'sALM cxxxvi, 25. '^ llyunis of adoration sing, I'or His mercies still endure, Ever faithful, ever sure. Praise Him that He made the sun Day by day his course to run. For His mercies still endure. Ever faithful, ever sure: And the silver moon by night. Shining with her gentle liglit. For His mercies still endure. Ever faithful, ever sure. >r< 147 ^■ -^ Seed-time and Ha nest. Praise Him that He gave the rain To mature the swelling grain, For His mercies still endure, Ever faithful, ever sure : And hath bid the fruitful field Crops of precious increase yield ; For His mercies still endure, Ever faithful, ever sure. Praise Him for our harvest store ; He hath filled the garner floor ; For His mercies still endure, Ever faithful, ever sure: And for richer food than this, Pledge of everlasting bliss ; For His mercies still endure, Ever faithful, ever sure. (Jlory to oui- bounteous King! Glory let creation sing! Glory to the Father, Son, And bU'sl Si)irit, Tlii-cc in One! •S//' 11(11,11 I'udii ^^ ^S'-^j"^^ m (D ///'- jiiii Id liarved. ll^AIAII, ix. .\\ God, as seasons disappear, And cliangcs mark llic rolling year, Tliv i'a\()ur si ill has crdwnt'd our day; And we would cclebrale Tliy praise. 1 IS ^ Seed-tinie (DhI Harvest. The harvest song would we repeat : Thou givest us the finest wheat ; The joys of harvest Ave liave known : The ])raise, Lord, is all Tliine own. 1 ID *h- -^ Seed-time and Harvest. Our tables* spread, our i;ai'iu'rs slored, O give us hearts to bless Thee, Loi-d : l'\)rbid it, Source of light and love, That liearta and lives should bari'en prove, Another harvest comes apace: liipen our spirits b}^ Thy grace, That we may calmly meet tlie bh)\v The sickle gives to lay us low. That so, when angel reapers come To gather sheaves to Thy blest home, Our s])irits may be borne on higli, To Tliy sale garner in the sky. Anon. e:^/®^!^'^)^ Seed lime and liarccsl shall nut cease, CtENESiS, viii. -22. TET^NAL tSource ot every joy, AVell may Thy praise our lips empIo\ , While in Thy temple we appeaj-, Whose gooduess crowus the circling yeaj-. The flowery Spring at Thy command Embalms the air and paints the land ; The Sinnmer rays with vigour sliiue. To I'aise liie corn and cheei" the vine. *- -^ 150 ^- -* Serd-fi/nr and Harvest. Thy ]iand in Autumn richly pours Throuii;]! a1! our coasts redundant stores, And Winters, softened by Thy care, Xo more a fac(» of horror wear. Seasons and mouths and weeks and days Demand successive sougs of praise ; Still be the cheerful homage paid With opening light and evening shade ! O ! mav our more harmonit)us tongues Tn worlds unkuowu pursue the songs, Aiul in those brighter courts adore, AVhere days and years revolve no more! fliilij) Dodilridtji 'llihii i'-riiiri)i'sl llic ilfd I- irU/i Tin/ i/iifiiI,iP!(.s. I'sAi.M ixv. n. ()K1> of the harvest! Thee we hail! 'J'lune ancient promise doth uot fail ; The varying seasons haste their I'ouud, AVith goodness all our years arc^ crowned Our thanks we pay This holy day ; () lei our hearts in tune be found ! If Spring doth wake the song of mirth. If Suumier warms the fruitful earth ; When Winter sweeps the naked |)laiu, Or Autumn yields its ripened ^rain ; Still do we sing To Thee, oui' King ; Tlirou'di all theii' changes Thou dost reign. *^iK' 151 ^- Seed -time and Harvest. But cliit'rt) wlu'U Thy liberal hand .Scatters new plenty o'er the land, When sounds of music fill the air, As homeward all their treasures bear ; We too will raise Our hymn of praise, For we Thy common bounties share. Loi'd of the harvest! all is Thine, — ■ Tlic rains that fall, the suns that shine, The seed once hidden in the ground. The skill that makes our fruits abound ! New, every year. Thy gifts appear; New praises from our lips shall sound ! Juliii U Hiiipilfll (Itirilril — . ■ "■■ 3' " i C- ^"^ ^i^ % " — ^^^- ■'"'t^/I^S- "•-'^ M, ^A- lo2 — ^ ^- Uaring ohlained help nj HEAT God, Ave sing tliat iniglily luuid ]Jy Avlilcli supported still we stand •, The o2)ening year Thy mercy sliows, Tluxt mercy crowns it till it close. Ey day, by night, at home, abroad, Htili are we guarded by our Grod ; By His incessant bounty fed, Bv His unerrinij counsel led. /f^ AV^ith grateful hearts the past wc own : The future, all to us unknown, AVe to Thy guai-dian care commit. Content with what Tliou deemest ht. In scenes exalted or depressed. Thou art our joy, and Thou our rest ; Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise, Adored throughout our changing days. AVhen death shall interrupt these songs, And seal in silence mortal tongues, Our Helper, (xod, in whom wc Irusl, Shall keep our souls and guard our dust. I'll dip DruUlriiUjc. *- -^ 153 20 •i^- The Old and New Year. i;,i'),h- ,-,;/' ■'ill. Thy counsel, and aftencard receit me to glory. Psalm Ixxiii. ■2t. m& ATvV. awake! tell out the story Of our love and joy and praise ; Lute, awake ! awake our glory ! Join a thankful song to raise ! Join we, brethren faithful-hearted, Lift the solemn voice again. O'er another year departed Of our threescore years and ten! Lo ! a theme for deepest sadness, In ourselves with sin defiled ; Ln I a theme for holiest gladness, In our Father reconciled ! In the dust we bend before Thee, Lord of sinless hosts above ; Yet in lowliest joy adore Thee, God of mercy, grace, and love! Gracious Saviour! Thou hast lengthened And hast blest our mortal span. And in our weak hearts hast strengthened AVhat Thy grace alone began! Still, when danger shall betide us, Be Thy warning whisper heard ; Keep us at Thy feet, and guide tis By Thy Spirit and Thy Word! lot '^- Let Thy favour and Thy blessing Crown the year we now begin ; Let us all, Thy strength possessing, Grow in grace, and vanquish sin! Storms are round us, hearts are quailing. Signs in heaven and earth and sea ; But, when heaven and earth ai-e failing, Saviour ! Ave will trust in Tiiee ! Jlciiri/ JJoivnton. ^- -Jr-* TJie Old (Old N('ii' Year. I heseech Ti Thy r/hji'i/. Exodus, xxxiii. l^. 'h ()\V. gracious Lord, Thine :ii-m reveal, And make Tliy glory known; Xow let us all Thy presence feel, And soften hearts of stone. Help us to venture near Thy throne, And plead our Saviour's Name ; For all that we can call our own Is vanity and shame. From all the guilt of former sin May mercy set us free. And let the year we now begin Begin and end with Thee. Send down Thy Spirit from above, That saints may love Thee more ; And sinners now may learn to love, AVho never loved before. And when before Thee we apixnr In oui" eternal home, May growing numbers worship here, And praise Thee in our room. Jtilni Neirtoii. Thou rarrieaf them awnj/ as wWi a flood. Pi MM V,. - ITTT,!-' with ceaseless course the sun Hasted through the former year, ^Fany souls their race have run, Never more to meet us here : Fixed in an eternal state, They have done with all below ; We a little longer wait, But how little, none can know. 15(> ■^ ^■ IVir Old o)i(i A^e/r Y('(ir. .\s the winged arrow flies Speedily tlie mark to find; As tlie lightning from the skies Darts, and leaves no trace heliind Swiftly Ihiis our fleeting days Bear us down life's rapid stream: Upward, Lord! our spirits raise! All below is but a dream. Thanks for mercies past receive ; Pardon of our sins renew ; Teach us, henceforth, how to live AVith eternity in view : Bless Thy Word to young and old; Fill us with a Saviour's love ; And, when life's short tale is told, ]\[ay we dwell with Thee above ! Newton. QoodnPHs and mercy slio /'' all the duifs Psalm xxiii. 'v) OK Tliy mercy and Thy grace, l^'aithful through another year, Jlear our song of thankfuljiess, Father and Redeemer, hear ! Jii our weakness and distress, Hock of strength! be Thou (Uii' stay! In the pathless wilderness Be our Irue and liviutr wav ! Who of us death's awful road In the coming year shall tread? AVith Thy rod and statt". O God, Comfort Thou his (IviuLT head! -►^^ 157 The Old ami New Year Keep us faithful, keep us pure, Keep us evermore Thine own ! Help, O help us to endure ! Fit us for tlie promised crown ! So within Thy palace gate We shall praise, on golden strings. Thee, the only Potentate, Lord of lords, and King of kings ! ILcHi'ij Downton. ^S^^^^ -* J^r^ The Lord fhtii made heacen and earth bless thee -o/it of Zio/i. PsALAi cxxxiv. ;; LESS, O Lord, the opening year. To the souls assembled here : Clothe Thy Avord with ])ower divine, Make iis willing to be Thine. Now may fervent prayer arise, "Winged with faith, and pierce the skies ; Fervent prayer shall bring us down Gracious answei'S from Thv throne. miP'^ Where Thou hast Thy Avork begun, Give new strength the race to run ; Scatter darkness, doubts, and fears ; AV^ipe awav the mourners' tears. Bless us all, both old and young; Call forlli praise from every tongue : Let our whole assembly prove, All Thy power and all Thy love. ./i)hl) TCrlliiil ^<- ir.s ^- Let me. die l/ie ilcalh <>f Utc rii/htcoic^. Nl'.hueus, xxiii. \». W blest the righteous when he dies ! AVhen sinks a weary soul to rest How mildly beam the closing eyes! HoAv gently heaves the expiring breast ! !So fades a summer cloud away ; So sinks the gale when storms are o'er ; So gently shuts the eye of day ; So dies a wave along the shore. ^^Ti^l A holy quiet reigns around, A calm which life nor death destroys ; Nothing disturbs that peace profound Which his unfettered soul enjoys. Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears, AVhere lights and shades alternate dwell! How bright the unchanging morn appears ! Farewell, inconstant world, farewell ! Life's labour done, as sinks the clay, Light from its load the spirit flies ; While Heaven and earth combine to say, How blest the righteous when he dies ! Aiuia Lu'fitia Barhaiihl. 159 ■*i' Dfuth (tml llie Grave. J A I'. Lo, Ijim with you alwat/, even unto flu ciul of (he world. Matthew, xxviii. 2ii. Id our incniniiiig hearts revive. And all our tears be dry; A\"hy sliould those eyes be drowned in grief ANhich view n Saviour nigh ? AVhat though the arm of conquering death Does God's own house invade ? AMiat though the prophet and the priest Be numbered with the dead? Though earthly shepherds dwell in dust, The aged and the young; The watchful eye in darkness closed, And mute th' instructive tongue : ►!^- '"\ \^ Th' Eternal Shepherd still survives, Xew comfort to impart ; His eye still guides us, and His voice Still animates our heart. Lo, I am with you ! saith the Lord ; My Church shall safe abide ; Eor I will ue'er forsake My own, Whose souls in Me confide. Through every scene of life and death This promise is our trust ; And Hiis sliall bo our children^ sung AVIien we arc cold in dust. 160 -►^^ Voirr /hf/ier-t, v)her<> nre then ^ ZECnARIAIT, i. : OAV swift the torrent rolls Tliat bears \is to the sea, The tide that bears onr deathless souls To vast cteniity ! Our fathers, where are they, "With all they called their own? Their joys and griefs have passed away. Their wealth and honour gone. ^- IGl 21 ^. '^ Death and the Grave. There, where the fathers sleep, Must all their children dwell ; Nor other heritage can keep Than snch a narrow cell. Grod of our fathers, be Our everlasting Friend ; Lord of the dead and living, we Our souls to Thee commend. Of all the pious dead May we the footsteps trace. Till, gathered round our glorious Head, We dwell before Thy face. Plnlip Doddridge. Sorroto not, even as olliers widcli liave no Itoiw. I, THESSALOSIAiNs, iv. i.J. HOU art gone to the grave ; but we will not deplore thee, Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb : The Saviour hath passed through its portal before thee, And the lamp of His love is thy guide through the gloom ! Thou art gone to the grave : we no longer behold thee, Nor tread the rough path of the world by thy side ; But the wide arms of Mercy are spread to enfold thee, And sinners may die, for the Sinless has died I ]62 -* Death (Did the Grave. ■^ Thou arc gone, to the grave; aucl, its inausiou forsaking, Perhaps thy weak spirit in fear lingered long ; But the mild rays of Paradise beamed on thy Avakiug, And the sound which thou heard' st was the seraphim's song ! Thou art gone io the grave; but we will not deplore thee, Whose God was thy Kansom, thy (luardian, and Guide! He gave theo, He took thee, and lie will restore thee ; And death luis no sting, for the Saviour has died I lii.shai) Reginald ILcber c^(e^^WP<^^^>^ ^- jy/iosoeoer Ikelh and beikveth lit Mc shall uecer die. Jous, xi. 20. I HEEE is a calm for those who weep ; A rest for weary pilgrims found ; And, while the mouldering ashes sleep, Low in the ground, iMv^iX The soul, of origin Divine, God's glorious image, freed from clay. In Heaven's eternal sphere shall shine, A ytar of Dav. The sun is but a spark of tire, A transient meteor in the sky ; The soul, immortal as its Sire, Shall never die ! Jaiiiea Montgomery. lf)3 -^ •i*- ^ Decith (Old the Grace. I will iiecer leave thee, nor forsake thee. Hkbkews, xiii. sr tVieiidy aud kindred droop and die, Aud helpers be withdrawn, While soi'row, with a. weeping eye, Counts up our comforts gone 'i Be Thou our eouit'ort, mighty God! Our Helper and our Friend! Nor leave us, in this dangerous road, Till all our trials end ! O may our I'eet pursue the A\ay Our pious fathers led ; AV^ith love and holy zeal obey The counsels of the dead ! ^m r^;^ -"%]) ^'icl. MijR Let us bo weaned from all below ; Let hope our grief expel ; AVhile death invites ovu* souls to go Wliere our best kindred dwell. Isaac Watts. 'I'her/' the v^'icked reuse from iroiMing, and there the loeary tie at rest. Job, iii. 17 KO'J'HER. Iliou art gone before us, aud thy saintly Sdul is lldWll Where tears are wi[)ed fiHun every eye, aud sorrow is unknown ; I'roni Ihe burden of thi' llesh, and from care and lea I" released, AVhere the wicked cease f]X)m troubling, and the wearv arc at rest. 164 -^ Dcdllt (ntd the Grave The loilsouie way thou 'st travelled o'er, and borue the heavy load ; J3ut Christ liath taught thy huiguid feet to reach His blest abode : Thou'rt sleeping no\v, like Lazarus upon his fathers breast, AVhere the Avicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest. Sin can never taint thee now, nor doubt thy faith assail, Xor thy meek trust in Jesus Christ and the Holy Spirit fail ; And there thou 'rt sure to meet the good, whom on earth thou lovedst best, AVhere the wdcked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest. Earth to earth and dust to dust, the solemn priest hath said; So we lay the turf above thee now, and we seal thy narrow bed ; But thy spirit, brother, soars away among the faitliful blest, AVhere the wicked cease from troubhng, and the weary are at rest. ^- And when the Lord shall summon us, whom thou hast left behind. May we, untainted by the world, as sure a welcome find 1 May each, like thee, depart in peace, to be a glorious guest, AVhere the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest I Ilenni Bart Milman. 165 ■*i* Death and tht Grave. Tlie dead icJiick die in the Lord. Revelation, xiv. 13. H 01' God of Love ! beueatli Thy sheltering ■v^'ings We leave our holy dead To rest in hope! Erom this Avorld's sufferings Their souls have fled ! O ! when our hearts are burthened with the weight Of life, and all its woes, Let us remember them, and calmly wait To our life's close! Anon ^ <) (jntoe, where is Ihy victory i' I. CoElNiniAXS, XV. 55. ITAI; spark of heavenly flame, Quit, O (jiiit this mortal frame : Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying, O the pain, the bliss of dying ! Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. ? Hark! they whisper; angels say, " Sister spirit, come away." "Wliat is this absorbs me quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirit, draws my breath? Tell ine, my soul, can this be death ? The world recedes : it disappears : Heaven opens on mine eyes ; mine ears AVith sounds seraphic ring ! Lend, lend your wings ; I mount, I fly ; () Grave ! where is thy victory ? O Death! where is thy sting? Alexander Pope. 16(3 ■>b •i* n- THE JUDGMENT. ^T^ ll'lit'ii fill! Lnnl Jesi'.s skiff t)o n'rcufed from Heaceii. W. TnESSALOyi.VXS, i. 1 1 1: Lord 8liall come ! the earth shall qualt *- TJie Jit(/g?uej}t. Througli His passion all victorious Now they drink immortal wine ; In Emanuel's likeness glorious As the firmament they shine ; .Shine for ever, "With the bright and jNIorning Star, Shout aloud, ye ethereal choirs ! Triumph in Jehovah's praise I Kindle all your heavenly fires, All your palms of victory raise! Shout His conquests, Shout salvation to the Lamb 1 Ju full triumph see them marching Through the gates of massy light, While the City walls are sparkling With meridian glory bright ; O how lovely Are the dwellintrs of the Lamb! Hosts angelic all adore Him Circling round His orient seat ; Klders cast their crowns before llini Fall and worship at His feet ; O how holy And how reverend is Thv Name ! Hail, Thou Alpha and Omega! First and Last, of all alone ! He that is, and was, and shall be. And beside whom there is none ! Take the glory, Great eternal Three in One ! Thomas Oliver- — ^ 170 llie Jiu/g/iif')!/. ^ The Son of Man shall come in His glori/, and all the lioly angels toiih Uim. Matthew, ixv. 31. lie comes, with cloiuls desceudiiig, Once for favoured sinners slain ; Thousand thousand saints attending Swell the triumph of His train : Hallelujali ! God appears, on earth to reign! Every eye shall now behold Him, Eobed in dreadful majesty; Those who set at nought and sold Him, Pierced, and nailed Him to the tree, Deeply wailing, Shall the true Messiah see. Every island, sea, and mountain, Heaven and earth shall flee away; All who hate Him must, confounded. Hear the trump proclaim the day- Come to jvidgment ! Come to judgment, come away ! Now Eedemption, long expected, See in solemn pomp appear! All His saints, by man rejected, Now shall meet Him in the air : Hallelujah ! See the day of God appear! Answer Thine own Bride and Spirit ; Hasten, Lord, the general doom; The new Heaven and earth t' inherit, Take Thy pining exiles home: All creation Travails, groans, and bids Thee come * in ->i* T/ic Jiidiinicnf. .^. Yea, Auieu I let all adore Thee, High on Thine eternal throne : Saviour, take the power and glorj ; Claim the kingdom for Thine own : O, come quickly, Everlasting Grod, come down! Variation hy Martin Mada?i. From diaries Wesley and Jolin Cenniclc. And I saw a great icJdte throne, and Rim that sat on it. Revelation, jx. 11. "^.EAT God, what do I see and hear? The end of things created: Eehold the Judge of man appeal-, Ou clouds of glory seated! ^ The trumpet sounds, the graves restore * The dead Avhich they contained before : Prepare, my soul, to meet Him. r The dead in Christ shall first arise, At the last trumpet's sounding; Caught up to meet Him in the skies, AVith joy their Lord surrounding : No gloomy fears their souls dismay. His presence sheds eternal day On those prepared to meet Him. Great God, what do I see and hear? The end of things created: Behold the Judge of man appear. On clouds of glory seated ! ]iOW at His Cross I view the day AVhen heaven and earth shall pass away. And thus prepare to meet Him. .Martin Luther. •^-<- ■^^ 172 ^ ^fi. ® ©lorg to ^on in t]^c Ijtgfjcst, anlr on cattlj prarr, gooB Juill toinarii mm. ILufef, ii. U. 1R -»i1 rH w ©0 gf, nnti tratf) all nations, baptising tljm in tfjc ^amc of tijr JKatfjcr, anfi of tfjc ^©on, anti of tf|c ^olg C3^fiost. fUnttljcto, nfaiii. 10. mi ■*i* ^' -^ ^^^M i i M ^^^^^ jr//e/i they saw the star, they rejoiced with exceeding great joy. Matthew, ii. 10. % HEN, lll:lI•^^hallcd on the mighty phiin. The glittering host bestuds the sky, One star alone, of all the train, Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. Hark ! hark I to Grod the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem ; But one alone the Saviour speaks, — ■ It is the Star of Bethlehem. wm% Once on the raging seas I rode ; The storm was loud, the night was dark, Tlie ocean yawned, and wildly blowed The wind that tossed mv foundering bark. Deep horror then my vitals froze : Deathstruck, I ceased the tide to stem, AVhen suddenly a star arose, — ■ It was the Star of Bethlehem. It was my guide, my light, my all ! I bade my dark forebodings cease, And through the storm and danger's thrall It led me to the port of peace. Now safely moored, my perils o'er, I '11 sing, first in night's diadem, For ever and for evermore, The Star 1 the Star of Bethlehem \ Henry Kirke White. ►•i- -•i< 173 '^- The Nativity. '^JC^ Glory to God in the highest ^ and on earth peace, good will toward men. Luke, ii. it. tlie lierald angels slug, " Glory to the new-born King ; Peace on earth and mercy mild ; God and sinners reconciled." #6T \^i^f xn-^ Joyful, all ye nations, rise ; Join the triumph of the skies : AVith the angelic host pi*oclaim, Christ is born iu Bethlehem." Christ, by highest Heaven adored, Christ, the everlasting Lord ; Late in time, behold Him come, Oftspring of a virgin's womb ! Veiled in flesh the Godhead see ; Hail the Incarnate Diety ; Pleased as Man with men to dwell, Jesus, our Immanucl. Hail ! the Heaven-born Prince of Peace ! Hail ! the Sun of Eighteousness ! Light and life to all He brings. Risen with healing in His wings. Lo ! He lays His glory by ; Born that man no more may die ; Born to raise the sons of earth ; Born to give them second birth. >^ 174 *- -^ Come, Desire of Nations, come, Fix in us Thy humble home ; Kise, the woman's conquerino; Seed: Bruise in us tlib serpent's head. Now display Thy saving power, Euined nature now restoi^e ; Now in mystic union join Thine to ours, and ours to Thine! *^i- 175 ^ ►J<- The Nat in'/ 1/. Adam's likeness, Lard, efface ; Stamp Thy image in 'its place; Second Adam from above, Reinstate us in Thy love ! Let us Thee, though lost, regain. Thee, the Life, the Heavenly Man : 0! to all Thyself impart, Formed in each believing heart ! Sing we, then, with angels sing, " Grlory to the new-])orn King ; Glory in the highest Heaven, Peace on earth, and man forgiven." Charles Wesley. >^:r> I Y^^ ^>'fi Hts Nd'i''^ ^^x'^^ ^'^ cc(^M The Pnnco of Peace. IsAiAn, ix. «. race that long in darkness pined Have seen a glorious Light ; 'J1ie people dwell in day, who dwelt ]n death's surroundin-< The NativiUj. -^ To lis a Child of Hope is boni, To us a Son is given ; Him shall the tribes of earth obey, Him all the hosts of Heaven. His Name shall be the Prince of Peace, Por evermore adored. The Wonderful, the Counsellor, The great and mighty Lord. (tX^'cXs His power increasing still shall spread, His reign no end shall know; Justice shall guard His throne above. And peace abound below. -lohii Morrison. The I.oi-d hath made k/ioic/t His na Ira lion. PSAI-AT xcviii. 2. <^^ to the world ! the Lord is come ; Let earth receive lier King; Let every heart prepare Him room. And Heaven and Xatiire sing. Joy to the earth ! the Saviour reigns ; Let men their songs employ ; While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and ]il:iiiis Repeat the sounding joy. Xo more let sins and sorrows grow, Nor thorns infest the ground : He comes to make His blessings flow Far as the curse is found. He rules the world with truth and grace, And makes the nations prove The glories of His righteousness, And woiulors of His love. Isaac Waffs. 177 23 *i* -*^i* The Nalivily. w Behold the lawh of God ! Jonx, i. ae. ,1 Ring, in spite of pcorn : Our theme is come from Heaven : To us a Child is born, To us a Son is given ; The sweetest news that ever eame We '11 sing, though all the world should blame. The long expected morn Has dawned upon the earth ; The Saviour Christ is born, And angels sing His birth : AVe '11 join the bright seraphic throng, We '11 share their joys and, swell their song. O ! 'tis a lofty theme, Supplied by angels' tongues! All other objects seem Unworthy of our songs : This sacred theme has boundless charms ; It fills, it captivates, it warms I Now sing of peace divine. Of grace to guilty man ; No wisdom, Lord, but Thine Could form the wondrous plan ; Where peace and righteousness embrace. And justice goes along with grace. Give praise to God on high, With angels round His throne ; Give praise to God with joy, Give praise to God alone! 'Tis meet His saints their songs should raise, And give the Saviour endless praise. Thomas Kelly. *- 178 ■i-^ ►-<- Tke Nativity. '£M Behold, I brill 11 jjoi' ^-s TAc angel bless the lads. Gbnesis, xl\-iii. 10, _ ^^ ^ gj J> great redeeming Angel, Tliee, D^vS'B'^^r^ Jesus, we confess: Do Thou our great Deliverer be. And all our offspring bless. Early discipled to the Lord, INIay they be taught of Tliee, And, made to know and trust Thy woi-d. Wise to salvation be. -* 185 24 *- -* [-^ apt ism. Thou who hast borne our sins away, Our clnldren's sius remove, And bring tliem tlirougli their evil day. To sing Thy praise above. Partakers of our nature, make Partakers of Thy grace ; And then the heirs of glory take To dwell before Thy face. Baptizing theni in the Isame of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. lUrniEW, xxviii. i'.». RAVENLY Father, may Thy lo\e ' Beam upon us from above : Let this infant lind a place In Thv covenant of grace. Son of Grod, be with us here ; Listen to our humble prayer ; Let Thy blood on Calvary spilt Cleanse this child from nature's guilt. Holy Grhost, to Thee we cry ! Thou this infant sanctify ; Thine almighty power display, Seal him to redemption's day. Great Jehovah ! — Father, Son, Holy Spirit, — Three in One, Let the blessing come from Thee ; Thine shall all the glory be. Guest. ^■ 186 ■^ •::*- n _,._af ^^^f^^^^ kjw -.-^^^^£3 Drii(/r j/e all of if. Mattiikw. .\xvi. L'T. -! .^ Tliou Joy of loving liejirts ! Thou Fount of Lite ! Tliou Light of men From the best bliss that earth imparts, We turn unfilled, to Thee again. Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood ; Thou savest those that on Thee call ; To them that seek Thee Thou art good, To them that find Thee, All in All! We taste Thee, Thou Living Bread, And long to feast upon Thee still ! We drink of Thee, the Fountain Head, A7k1 thirst our souls from Thee to fill ! Our restless spirits yearn for Thee, AVhere'er our changeful lot is cast ; Glad, when Thy gracious smile we see, Blest, when our faith can hold Thee fast. O Jesus, ever with us stay I Make all our moments calm and bright ! Chase the dark night of sin away ! Shed o'er the world Thy lioly light ! Hay Pnhii' F'n.-, S/. Br)-ni(r< 1/r wi'i-p lierilcd. \ rKTER. ii. 2-1,. Si*7 WKFi'l' the moments, rich in blessing. Which before the Cross I spend ; Life and health and peace possessing From the sinner's dying Friend. ^ 190 -y< *t- The Lords Si(/)per. Here I '11 sit, with transport viewing Mercy's streams, in streams of blood Precious drops my soul bedewing, Plead and claim my peace with God. Truly blessed is the station, Low before His Cross to lie ; While 1 see divine compassion Floating in His languid eye. Love and grief my heart dividing, AV^ith my tears His feet I '11 bathe ; Constant still in faith abiding. Life deriving: from His death. May I still enioy this feeling ; In all need to Jesus go ; Prove His wounds each day more hcalijig. And Himself more fully know. 7^r//fi/. ^^^-<^^Sfe^^^>^^ T/ie cOM/iutJiioii of Utc Jtod]i of Vhml. 1. ColUMlUA>S, X. Iti. 0]\LAirX10>: of my Saviour's blood. In Him to have my lot and part; To prove the virtue of that flood Which burst on Calvary from His heart ; To feed by faith on Christ, my Bread, His body broken on the tree ; To live in Him, my living Head, Who died and rose again for me ; ^"*- 191 *- -^ 'J'liv Lo/fFs Supper. This be my joy and comfort here, This pledge of future glory miue. Jesus, in spirit uow appear, Aud break the bread and pour the wine. From Thy dear hand may I reeei\^e The tokens of Thy dying love ; And, while I feast on earth, believe That I shall feast with Thee above. Ah ! there, though in the lowest place. Thee at Thy table could I meet, Aud see Thee, know Thee, face to face, Tor such a moment death were sweet ! What then will their fruition be Who meet in Heaven with blest accord? A moment ? — No : eternity ! They are for ever with the Lord. James Montgomery. As ofkii f/s ije eat tins bread, ami drink this cup, ye do shew the Lonl's death till He come. I, CoEiNxniANS, xi. E-EAD of the world in mercy broken, Wine of the soul in mercy shed ! By whom the words of life were spoken, And in whose death our sins are dead I Look on the heart by sorrow broken. Look oji the tears by sinners shed, And be Thy feast to us the token That by Thy grace our souls are fed. Biskop Beginald Heher. ►^♦■ -►^^ 192 'i*- -^ The Lord's Supper, And when the!/ had sv.iuj cm hijmn, they went out. Maek, xiv. 20. ITTING around our Fatlicr's^ board, We raif^e our tuneful breath ; Our faitli beholds the dying Lord, And dooms our sins to death. We see the blood of Jesus shed. Whence all our pardons rise ; The sinner views the atonement made, And loves the Sacrifice. Thy cruel thorns, Thy shameful cross, Procure us heavenly crowns ; Our highest gain springs from Thy loss. Our healing from Thy wounds. O ! 'tis impossible that we, Who dwell in feeble clay, Should equal suiferings bear for Thee, Or equal thanks should pay. laatic Wtilts Take, eat : this is J\l// tjod//, n-hifh ?'•<; Iirolcen for yov.. I. COKINTHIAKS. xi. •1\. ITll all the powers my poor soul hath Of luunble love and loyal faith, I come, dear Lord, to worship Tliee, Whom too much love bowed low for me. Down, busy sense ; discourses, die ; And all adore faith's mystery ! Faith is my skill — faith can believe As fast as love new laws shall give. ;^- 193 25 -^ ^- -^ The Lords Supper. Faith is my eye ; faith strength affords To keep pace with those gracious words ; And words more sure, more sweet than they, Love could not think, truth could not say. dear memorial of that death AVhich still survives aud gives us breath! Live ever. Bread of Life, and be My food, my joy, my all to me ! Come, glorious Lord ! my hopes increase. And mix my portion with Thy peace ! Come, and for ever dwell in me, That I may only live to Thee! Come, hidden life, and that long day For which I languish, come away ! When this dry soul those eyes shall see. And drink the unsealed Source of Thee; "When Glory's Sun faith's shade shall chase. And, for Thy veil, give me Thy face; Then shall my praise eternal be To the eternal Trinity! Variation from Richard Crashaic By John Austin and Tlieophilas Domnr/toii. The (utili' of flir Lor'/. Malachi i. 12. God, and is Thy table spread ? And does Thy cup with love o'erflow? Thither be all Thy children led, And let them all its sweetness know. Hail ! sacred feast, wliich Jesus makes. Rich banquet of His flesh aud blood; Thrice happy he who here partakes That sacred stream, tliat heavenly food. 194 -^^ >"*- llie Lord's .Sup/jcr. 'Why are these cinbleias still in vain Before unwilling hearts displayed? "Was not for you the Victim slain ? Are you forbid the children's bread ? O let Thy table honoured be, And furnished well with joyful guests ; And may each soul salvation see, That here its sacred pledges tastes. Let crowds approach with hearts prepared, With hearts inflamed let all attend ; Nor, when we leave our Father's board, The pleasure or the profit end. Revive Thy djnng churches. Lord, And bid our drooping graces live ; And more, that energy afford A Saviour's blood alone can give. 195 •i^- -* The Lords Supper. m 3I>/ flesh is meat i/ideed, and My hlood is diink indeed. JonK, vi. 55. IXG, my tongue, the Saviour's glory ; Of His Cross the mystery siug ; Lift on high the wondi'ous trophy, Tell the triumph of the King : He, the world's Eedeeuier, conquers Death, through death now vanquishing. Born for us, and for us given ; Son of man, like us below. He, as Man, with men abiding Dwells, the seed of life to sow : He, our heavy griefs partaking. Thus fulfils His life of woe. Word made flesh! His word, life-giving, Gives His flesh our meat to be, Bids us drink His blood, believing Through His death we life shall see : Blessed they who thus receiving Are from death and sin set free. Low in adoi'ation bending, Now our hearts our God revere ; Faith her aid to sight is lending ; Though unseen, the Lord is near: Ancient types and shadows ending, Christ ovir Paschal Lamb is here. Praise for ever, thanks and blessing, Thine, O gracious Father, be ; Praise be Thine, O (^Jhrist, who bringeth Life and immortality ; Praise be Thine, Thou quickening Spirit, I'niisc througli all eternity ! riiomas Aquina:} t-r*- 196 *- Si-fr^ IJaHJiiou of (l)\xx Jlarir. 1/ ^ ^t H vi X r c r t i o ii ;t nir ^ s c e h s i o ik ►I*- ^ *^- *- 3 SJ *=> ;c} .«^ tt) tj rf^ n ■H C o e « ?K »< y ai Bl .~\ ^ -♦-• n ^ « 3 5 S t^ ^E is risen ; ^e is not Jjere : bti)alb tlje place Sni^ere tfjcg lailj ^im. iflarft, i&i. 6. 1 rf^ ~^-ftrr tfjc J^ort) fjali spoken unto tfjcm, Jfeie iuas rcccibcti up into l)cabfn, anti sat on tfjc rigfjt fjanti of ©otj. fflarfe, ifai. 19. ©J "J ^. -^ Jr/ie/i tln'ij had platted a crown of thorns, tlicy put it upon His liead. Matthew, xxvii. fj. SACRED tiead, once wounded, With grief and pain weighed d(j\vii, How scornfully surrounded With thorns, Thine only crown ! How pale Thou art with anguish, With sore abuse and scorn ! How does that visage languish AV'hich once was brio^ht as morn I sT^/ } Lord of life and glory, AVhat bliss till now Avas Thine I 1 read the wondrous story, I joy to call Thee mine. Thy grief and Thy compassion AVere all for sinners' gain ; ]\Iine, mine was the transgression. But Thine the dcadh^ pain. AV'hat language shall I borrow 1\) ])raise Thee, heavenly Friend, For this Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end ? Lord, make me Thine for ever. Nor let me faithless prove ; O let me never, never Abuse such dviiig love ! iii. Vj', ^- llie Passion of on?- Lord. Be near me, Lord, wlieu dying ; O ! show Thy Cross to me ; And, for my succour flying. Come, Lord, to set me free : These eyes, new faith receiving, From Jesus shall not move ; For he wlio dies believing. Dies safely through Thy love. l^attl irfrliaril . ■^¥ i idoee railed (Tethsemanj; MATTnEW. xxvi. 'ir. y^ < • to dark Gethsemane, Ye that feel the tempter's power ; Tour Redeemer's conflict see ; Watch with Him one bitter hour ; Turn not from His griefs away : Learn of Jesus Christ to pray. Follow to the judgment-hall ; View the Lord of life arraigned. the wormwood and the gall ! O the pangs His soul sustained ! Shun not suftering, shame, or loss : Learn of Him to bear the cross. Calvary's mournful mountain climb : There, adoring at His feet, Mark that miracle of time, — Grod's own sacrifice complete. " It is finished ! " hear Him cry : Learn of Jesus Christ to die. 198 Early hasten to the tomb Where they laid His breathless clay; All is solitude and gloom : Who hath taken Him away ? Christ is risen;— He seeks the skies. Saviour, teach us so to rise. James Montgomery. -^-i 199 *- The Passion of our Lord. Whom they slew, and hanged on a tree. Acts, x. 3'.v ( * ' ou the inglorious tree The Lord, the Lord of glory hangx ; Forsaken now is He, And pierced with pangs. A shameful death He dies, ' Uplifted Avith transgressoi's twain ; A Lamb for sacrifice, By sinners slain. Full is His cup of woe ; In death His drooping head declines ; " 'Tis done!" He cries; and now His soul resigns. come, my soul, and gaze On that great grief, that crown of thorn In deep and dread amaze There look and mourn. For thee He shed His blood ; Weep, till with woe thine eyes grow dim ; To that accursed wood Thou hast nailed Him. To Thee, the mighty Lord, Who Avashed in blood our sins away, Our boundless gratitude Its thanks would pay. Aiivicnt Hi/iim. 200 -^ *h — — 4t Calcanj, there then crv.citied Luke xxiii. 33. I'.X I survey the wdiulrous Cross Oil wliicli the Prince of (xlory died, ]\[y ricliest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast Save in the death of Christ, my God; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them "to His blood. See from His head, His hands, His feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down! Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown ? Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small ; Love so amazing, so divine, Deiimnds niv soul, niv life, niv all ! m^^S^^^3>J^^5^SNif ;f^- 201 — ^ 26 ^- .^ The Cniclfixion. ii» Who remembered kx in our low estate. PsAi.M pxxxvi. 23. LTTNG^El i ii^ a gulf of dark despair, We wretched sinners lay, AVithout one cheerful beam of hope, Or spark of glimmering day. AA^ith pitying eyes the Prince of Grace Beheld our helpless grief: He saw, and, ! amazing love ! He ran to our relief. Down from the shining seats above With joyful haste He fled ; Entered the grave in mortal flesh, And dwelt among the dead. T. ! for this love, let rocks and hills Their lasting silence break. And all harmonious human tongues The Saviour's praises speak ! Angels, assist our mighty joys; Strike all your harps of gold ! 33 ut, when you raise your highest notes. His love can ne'er be told. Isaac Watts. -J^^^ Hehold, nv'l :r II,,..;. /,/> r l;k<> unto my sorrow. Lamentations, i. 1-2 the destined day arise ; See a willing sacrifice : Jesus, to redeem our loss, Hangs upon the shameful cross. Jcsiis ! who but Thou had borne. Lifted on that tree of scorn. Every pang and bitter throe, Finishing Thy lif(> of woe? * 202 -* 77/e Cnici/ixiun. Who but Thou li:i(l dare I to drain, Steeped in gall, tlu' eu[) of [)u:n, And with tender body bear Thorns and nails and piercing spear? Thence poured forth the water flowed, Mingled from Thy side with blood ; Sign to all attesting eyes Of the finished sacrifice. Holy Jesus, grant us grace In that sacrifice to place All our trust for life renewed, Pardoned sin and promised good. Anon. JouN, xix. 30. the voice of love and mercy Sounds aloud from Calvary ; See, it rends the rocks asunder, Shakes the earth, and veils the sky ! " It is finished ! " Hear the dying Saviour cry. "It is finished!" — O what pleasure Do those gracious words aftbrd! Heavenly blessings without measure Flow to us from Christ the Lord: "It is finished!" Saints, the dying words record. Finished, all the types and shadows Of the ceremonial law ! Finished, all that God had promised; Death and Hell no more shall awe. "It is finished! " Saints, iVoni hence your comfort dra^v 203 ■* The Crucijiocion. Time your harps auevv, ye seraphs, Join to sing the glorious theme ; All in earth and all in Heaven, Join to praise Ininianuel's Name. Hallelujah ! Glory to the bleeding Lamb ! Evans. He was wounded for our transgressions. ISAIATT, liii. fiiiished!" — «o the Saviour cried, And meekly boued His head, and died. " 'Tis finished!" yes! the race is run. The battle fought, the victory ayou. '"Tis finished!"— all that Avas of old Decreed, and prophets had foretold, Is now fulfilled, as Heaven designed. In Thee, the Saviour of mankind. " 'Tis finished ! " — this Thy dying groan Shall sins of every kind atone : Millions shall be redeemed from death By this Thy last expiring breath. "'Tis finished! "—Heaven is reconciled, And all the powers of darkness spoiled: Peace, love, and happiness again Return, and dwell with sinful men. "'Tis finished! "—let the joyful sound Be heard through all the nations round : " 'Tis finished ! "—let the echo fiy Through Heaven and Hell, through earth and sky. Stennett. >^^- ->^^ 204 ^- ^ fir— ^ T//e Lord is risen indecj^v9 Him God raised up the third day. >, vJAIN the Lord of Life and Light Awakes the kindling ray, Unseals the eyelids of the moni, And pours increasing day. O what a night was that which wrapt The heathen world in gloom ! O what a Sun, which broke this dny Triumphant from the tomb! I'his day be grateful homage paid. And loud hosannas sung; Let gladness dwell in every heart. And prnisc on every tongU(\ Ten thousand differing lips shall join To hail this welcome morn, AVhich scatters blessings IVom its wings To iiiitions vet nnboi-n. 208 -^ *h- -♦ The Resurrection and Ascension. The powers of darkness leagued in vain To bind His soul in death ; He shook their kingdom, when He fell, With His expiring breath. And now His conquering chariot- wheels Ascend the lofty skies, AV^hile broke beneath His powerful Cross Death's iron sceptre lies. Exalted bigli at Grod's right hand, The Lord of all below, Through Him is pardoning love di.spensed, And boundless blessings flow. And still for erring guilty man A Bi'other's pity flows ; And still His bleeding heart is touched AVith memory of our woes. To Thee, my Saviour and my King, Glad homage let me give ; And stand prepared like Thee to die, With Thee that I may live ! Anna Ltetitia BarbauLii. But now in Climt risen J'roM the dead. I. COEIXTUIANS, X.V. -in. HRIST the Lord is risen to-day, X Our triumphant holy day: He endured tlie cross and grave. Sinners to redeem and save. Lo ! He rises, mighty King ! Where, O Death ! is now thy sting ? Lo ! He claims His native sky ! Grave I where is thy victory ? 209 27 '^ The Resurrection and Ascension. ^.^- Simiers ! see your ransom paid. Peace with Grod for ever made ; With your risen Saviour rise, Claim your mansions in the skies. Christ the Lord is risen to-dciy, Our triumphant holy day; Loud the song of victory raise ; Shout the great Eedeemer's praise ! Anon. o^si^^^^Si^^ I ; 1,(1 hiiHi hii/llli/ rj-dl/rd III,,) I'mi.nTiANs, ii. P. ()ME. all harmonious tongues, Tour noblest music bring ; 'Tis Christ the everlasting God, And Chi-ist the Man, we sing. Down to the shades of death He bowed His awful head ; Yet He arose to live and reign AVhen death itself is dead. Xo more the bloody spear. The cross and nails no more ; Eor Hell itself shakes at His Name, And all the Heavens adore. There the Redeemer sits High on the father's throne ; The Father lays His vengeance by, And smiles iipon His Son. There His full glories shine "With uncreated rays, And bless His saints' and angels' eyes To everlasting days. WatU -^ 210 The Resurrection and Ascendon. f U'ln, ix tjiix Kiiiij of <)|) is gone up on high With a triumphant noise ; The darions of the sliy Proclaim the angehc joys. Join, all on earth, rejoice and sing ; Glory ascribe to glory's King. mMMi God in the flesh below. For us He reigns above : Let all the nations know Our Jesus' conquering love. Join, all on earth, rejoice and sing; Glory ascribe to glory's King. All power to our great Lord Is by the Father given : By angel hosts adored, He reigns supreme in Heaven. Join, all on earth, rejoice and sing: Glory ascribe to glory's King. High on His holy seat He bears the righteous sway ; His foes beneath His feet Shall sink and die away. Join, all on earth, rejoice and sing; Glory ascribe to glory's King. *i*- 211 o^^- -* 1 he Resurrection and j4scensi(m. His foes and ours are one, Satan, the world, and sin ; Eut He shall tread them down, And briny His kingdom in. Join, all on earth, rejoice and sing ; (llory ascj'ibe 1o glory's King- Till all the earth, renewed In righteousness divine, With all the hosts of God In one great chorus join, •loin, all on cartli, rejoice and sing ; (riorv ascribe to glory's King. .J^. <=~<^#x§:cgtfg) rgiS) ^ Glnnj hr vnlo ihf T.rimli for orp,-. R.EVELATIOIf, V. 13. AIL, Thou once despised Jesus! Hail, Thou Gralilean King! Thou didst suffer to release us, Thou didst free salvation bring : Hail, Thou agonizing Saviour, Bearer of our sin and shame ! By Thy merits we find favour ; Life is given through Thy Name. Paschal Lamb, by (lod appointed, All our sins were on Thee laid; ]3y Almighty Love anointed. Thou hast full atonement made : All Thy i)eoj)le are forgiven Througii the virtue of Thy blood; Opened is the gale of Heaven; Peace is mailc "twixt man and (lod. ^^^- 212 ► r<- >:< Jesus, hail ! entlironetl in ,!j;l^^- 21 1 * ^ Tim Resurrection and Ascension. Jesu ! wlio on the fatal wood Pour'dst out Thy life's last drop of blood, Nailed to the accursed shameful cross ! may we bless Thy love, and be Eeady, dear Lord, to bear for Thee All shame, all grief, all pain, and loss ! Jesu ! who, by Thine own love slain. By Thine own ])o\ver took'st life again. And Conqueror from the grave didst rise O may Thy death our souls revive, And ev'n on earth a new life give, A glorio\is life, that never dies ! Jesu! wdio to Thy Heaven again Return'dst in ti-iumph, there to reign. Of men and angels sovereign King ! O may our parting souls tahe flight Up to that land of joy and light. And there for ever orateful shig ! All glory to the sacred Three, One undivided Deity ! All honour, power, and love, and praise ! Still may Thy blessed Name shine bright In beams of uncreated light, Crowned with its own eternal rays ! Fdrlation from J aim AhsIiii. Hi/ Julia fVes/c//. Tlir Iriinipr/ o/' I Ik- jiihllc lyKVITICI'S, xxv. '.t. j ^< ) w ye the trumpet, blow ! The gladly solemn sound ; Let all the nations know. To earth's remotest bound, The year of Jubilee is come ; Eeturn, ve ransomed sinners, home. 215 77/6' Rcsurri'ctiou and ^^scensioji. Je.sus, our »;reat High Priest, Hatli full atonement made ; Ye weaiy spirits, rest ; Ye mournful souls, be glad : 'riie year of Jubilee is come ; K'l'turn, ye ransomed sinners, home. Extol tbe Lamb of Grod, The all-atoning Lamb ; Redemption in Plis blood Throughout the world ])roclniiii 'J'he year of Jubilee is come ; Keturn, ye ransomed sinners, home. Ye slaves of sin and Hell, Your liberty receive, And safe in Jesus dwell, And blest in Jesus live: The year of Jubilee is come ; lleturn, ye I'ansomed sinners, Imiuc Ye, who have sold for nought Your heritage above, Shall hnve it back unbo.ught. The gift of Jesus' love : 'I'he year of Jubilee is come ; Hetui'u, ye rnnsomed sinners, home. The Grospel trumpet hear, The news of heavenly gi-ace ; x\nd, saved from earth, appear Before your Saviour's face : The year of Jubilee is come ; l\etui-n, ye rjinsomed sinners, home. Charles IVcstey. 216 a !=»■ a i- v3 i-t "J 'l c eberlasttng kmstjom of our ^ort anti ^abiour Jrstts ©"fjiist. HI. iPcfcr, i. U. IS J=> -« <-» 4_^ >£r\ ■*-* -*-# ;q re O -» .» 54^ ten « o re »i .3 re o m iS .» <^ 2 « « a. JO -5 ^ a. w 2 s- ^ ,T3rf)oHi, ^e romrtfj luttlj riouris ; anli rbcru rue sljall sre ^itti. Kfbftation, i. 7, ■kr* Alleluia ■■ for the Lord God oiiiiupotei'.i. \ LvK ' tlic soug of Jubilee, Loud as miglity tlumder's i-oar, Or the fulness of the sea When it breaks upon the shore : Hallelujah! for the Lord God omnipotent shall reign: Hallelujah! let the word Echo round the earth and main. M^ ^■> Hallelujah ! hark ! the sound, From the centre to the skies, AVakes above, beneath, around, All creation's harmonies. See Jehovah's banner furled. Sheathed His sword :— He speaks— 'tis done ; And the kingdoms of this world Are the kingdoms of His Son. He shall reign froui pole to pole AVith illimitable sway ; He shall reigu, when like a scroll Yonder heavens have passed away : Then the end: beneath His rod Man's last enemy shall fall ; Hallelujah! Christ in God, God in Chrisl. is all in all ! ■James Montgomerji. ^- -^^ 217 28 * — * The Kingdom of Christ. And sorroic and sigliinff shall fee cnoay. w. M^ % L <^\^L^S, iv. 4. :.TOICE. the Lord is King! Tour Lord and King adore ; Mortals, give thanks and sing, And triumph evermore : Lift up your heart, lift up your voice ; Eejoice, again I say, rejoice ! Jesus the Saviour reigns, The Grod of truth and love ; When He had purged our stains. He took His seat above : Lift up your heart, lift up your voice ; Eejoice, again I say, rejoice ! His kingdom cannot fail ; He rules o'er earth and Heaven ; The keys of Death and Hell Are to our Jesus given : Lift up your heart, lift iip your voice; Rejoice, again I say, rejoice! ^^At/^ He sits at God's right hand, Till all His foes submit. And bow to His command. And fall beneath His feet ; Lift up your heart, lift up your voice ; Eejoice, again I say, rejoice! He all His foes shall quell, Shall all our sins destroy, And every bosom swell With piu-e seraphic joy : Lift up your heart, lift up your voice ; Eejoice, again I say, rejoice ! ^' 220 -^ *i^- ■^ The Kingdom of Christ. Rejoice in glorious Kope : Jesus the Judge shall come, And take His servants \ip To their eternal home : We soon shall hear th' archangel's voice, The trump of God shall sound, rejoice ! Charles Wesley. The Son of Man coming in the clouds of heaven. 5IATTHEW, XXiv. 3l» ITE Lord of Might from Sinai's brow Grave forth His voice of thunder, And Israel lay on earth below. Outstretched in fear and Avonder ; Beneath His feet was pitchy night, And at His left hand and His right The rocks were rent asunder. The Lord of Love on Calvary, A meek and suftering stranger. Upraised to Heaven His languid eye In nature's hour of danger : For us He bore the weight of woe. For us He gave His blood to flow, And met His Father's anger. The Lord of Love, the Lord of Might, The King of all created. Shall back return to claim His right On clouds of glory seated ; With trumpet sound, and angel song. And hallelujahs loud and long, O'er Heath nnd Hell defeated. Bishop Reginald Hcher. ^- 221 ^ The Kingdom of Christ. He shall feed His flock like a shepherd. Isaiah, xl. U that book so old and holy I would read, aud read again, How our Lord was once so lowly. Yet without a spot or stain. How the little children found Him ; How He loved them and caressed ; How He called them all around Him, — Took them to His loving breast. How His pity, never failing, On the sick was sure to flow ; How the poor, the blind, the ailing, Were His brethren here below. How when each poor wanderer sought Him, Guilty, helpless, sorromng sore, He received, and helped, and taught him, Bade him go and sin no more. With rejoicing hearts and gi'ateful. Let us read, and still read on, How He was so true aud faithful, How He loved us every one. How, good Shepherd ! He did cherish All the flock He came to save. Watching that not one might perish Of the lambs His Father gave. Let us gladly kneel, and often, Eound His feet who loved us best, Then each stiibborn heart He '11 soften, And in Him shall all be blessed. Dr. DulcTcen. )^^- 222 ->t The Kingdom of Christ. Let the whole earth Ije filled with His ylorij. EOM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand, AVliere Afric's suuuy fountains EoU down tlieir golden sand, From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain. They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain. Psalm Ixsii. 19. M- Jt WTiat though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle — Though every prospect pleases. And only man is vile ; In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown. The heathen in his blindness Bows down to wood and stone. Can we whose souls are lighted With Avisdom from on high, Can we to men benighted The lamp of life deny ? Salvation ! O salvation ! The joyful sound proclaim. Till each remotest nation Has learnt Messiah's Name. Waft, waft, ye winds, His story. And you, ye waters, roU, Till like a sea of glory It spreads from pole to pole ; Till o'er our ransomed nature The Lamb for sinners slain, liedeemcr. King, Creator, In ])liss returns to reigu. iiiakuj) licguiakl ILeher 223 *t- The Kingdojn of Christ. Unto Him that loved us, and tvaslied tis from our sins, be glory and doviiuioii for ever and ever. Revelation, i, 5, i; l,ET ^li^ rai8e our voices To God, the King of Icings, Our loud hosaunas singing, Till all the welkin rings ; Let the earth rejoice aloud, The sea send forth its song ; Let the loud winds sigh and sing The forest trees among. ^ A Rejoice ! rejoice, ye heavens ! Tour gay attire put on ; Sun, and moon, and thousand stars. With all your beauty shown: Let all things with life rejoice. All tears be wiped away ; "We '11 raise our shouts of gladness, And joyful music play. For God, the Lord of Heaven, With all His hosts around. Is coming in His glory ! O hear the gladsome sound! He comes to strike the dark foe. To rescue with His might All those He loves, from dai-kness To joy and endless light. There in His glory seated, Our gracious Lord doth dwell ; There myriads of angels The glad hosannas swell ; There radiant beams of glory Shall ever ceaseless shine, And flood each heart with gladness. In God's own love divine. k^^- -^4 224 *- -* MW,M^ m :ri# T//e Lord s/iewed him all the land. iRE is a land of pure delight, AVliere saints immortal reign ; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. niiUTEUONOMY, XXXiv.l. There everlasting Spring abides, And never-withering flowers ; Death, like a narrow sea, divides This heavenly land from ours. Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood Stand dressed in living green ; So to the Jews old Canaan stood, While Jordan rolled between. But timorous mortals start and shrink To cross this narrow sea. And linger, shivering on the brink, And fear to launch away. O could we make our doubts remove, Those gloomy doubts that rise. And see the Canaan that we love With unbeclouded eyes; Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er. Not Jordan's streams, nor death's cold flood. Should fright us from the shore. Isaac Watts. »i<- 225 29 ^. ->h Heaven. The lore of C/irisi, w/iic/i passel/i knowledrje. ' Ephesians, iii. 19 HAPPY saints, who dwell in light, x^nd walk with Jesus, clothed in white; Safe landed on that peaceful shore Where pilgrims meet to part no more. Released from sin, and toil, and grief, Death was their gate to endless life ; An opened cage, to let them fly And build their happy nest on high. And now they range the heavenly plains, And sing their hymns in melting strains ; And now their souls begin to prove The heights and depths of Jesus' love. He cheers them with eternal smile ; They sing hosannas all the Avhile ; Or, overwhelmed with rapture sweet, Sink down adoring at His feet. Ah, Lord ! with tardy steps I cree]). And sometimes sing, and sometimes Aveep ; Tet strip me of this house of clay. And I Avill sing as loud as they. Jolin Berridge. iVhenec came (key ? Uevelation, vii. 18. HAT are these in bright array, This innumerable throng, Eound the altar, night and day, Hymning one triumphant song? " W^orthy is the Lamb, once slain. Blessing, honour, glory, power. Wisdom, riches, to obtain, New dominion every hour." ^- 226 »^i- Tliesc tlu-dugli ticry trials trod; These from <;;reat alllicliou caiiK* ; Xow before the tlirone of Ood, Sealed with His almiglity Name, Clad in raiment pure and white, Victor palms in every hand, Through their dear Redeemer's might, More than conquerors they stand. 227 ■*i> ^- -^^ Heaven. Hunger, thirst, disease unlniown ; On immortal fruits they feed ; Them the Lamb amidst the throne Shall to living fountains lead : Joy and gladness banish sighs ; Perfect love dispels all fear ; And for ever from their eyes God shall wipe away the tear. James Montgomery. Now tlmj desire a better couiilri/, that is, an Iteucenly. Heiskews, xi. 10. ■ \'"EET place, sweet place alone ! The court of God most High, The Heaven of heavens, the throne Of spotless majesty ! The stranger homeward bends. And sigheth for his rest : \ Heaven is my home, my friends Lodge there in Abraham's breast : O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with Thee, To see Thy face? Earth 's but a sorry tent Pitched for a few frail days, A short-leased tenement ; Heaven 's still my song, my praise. No tears from any eyes Drop in that holy choir ; But death itself there dies, And sighs themselves expire. O happy place ! When shall 1 be. My God, with Thee, To see Thy face? ► r<- 22S •i^ ■ ^ Heaven. There should temptations cease ; My frailties there should end ; There should I rest in peace In the arms of my best Friend. Jerusalem on high My song and city is, My home whene'er I die, The centre of my bliss : happy place! AVhen shall I be. My God, with Thee, To see Thy face? Thy walls, sweet city, thine, With pearls are garnished ; Thy gates with praises shine. Thy streets with gold are spread No sun by day shines there, Nor moon by silent night ; O no ! these needless are ; The Lamb 's the city's Light : O happy J)] ace ! When shall I be. My God, with Thee, To see Thy face ? There dwells my Lord, my King, Judged here unfit to live ; There angels to Him sing, And loAvly homage give : The Lamb's Apostles there I might Avith joy behold, The harpers I might hear Harping on harps of gold : happy place ! AVhen shall I be, My God, with Thee, To see Thy face? 229 ^i- ->^^ Hi eaven. The bleeding martyrs, they Withiu those courts are found, Clothed in pure array, Their scars with glory crowned Ah me ! ah me ! that I In Kedar's tents here stay ! No place like this on high ! Thither, Lord, guide my way ! O happy place ! When shall I be. My God, with Thee, To see Thy face? Samuel Orossman. T^e great riii/, I he linhi ^fcrimaJt'M. \ .JERUSALEM, my happy homo! When shall I come to thee? AVhcn shall my sorrows have an eiid ? Thy joys when shall I see? O happy haibour of the saints! O sweet and pleasant soil ! In thee no sorrow may be found. No grief, no care, no toil ! In thee no sickness may be seen. No hurt, no ache, no soi'C ; There is no death, nor ugly dole, But life for evermore. No dampish mist is seen in thee. No cold nor darksome night ; There every soul shines as th(! sun ; There (Jod Himself gives light. 230 -* *i*- -►^ Heaven. There lust iiiul lucre t-aunot dwell ; There envy bears no sway ; There is uo hunger, heat, nor cold, But pleasure every way. Jerusalem ! Jerusalem ! God grant I once may see Thy endless joys, and of the same Partaker aye to be ! Thy walls are made of precious stones. Thy bulwarks diamonds square, Thy gates are of right orient pearl. Exceeding rich and rare. Thy turrets and thy pinnacles AV'ith carbuncles do shine; Thy very streets are paved Avith gold, Surpassing clear and fine. Thy houses are of ivory. Thy windows crystal clear ; Thy tiles are made of beaten gold : — O God, that I were there! Ah ! my sweet home, Jerusalem, Would God I were in thee! Would God my woes were at an end. Thy joys that I might see ! We that are here in banishment Continually do moan ; AVe sigh and sob, we weep and wail Perpetually wo groan. ^^- -^ 231 ->h Heaven. Our sweet is mixed with bitter gall, Our pleasure is but pain ; Our joys scarce last the looking on, Our sorrows still remain. But there they live in such delight. Such pleasure and such play, As that to them a thousand years Doth seem as yesterday. Thy gardens and thy gallant walks Continually are green ; There grow such sAveet and pleasant flowers As nowhere else are seen. Quite through the streets, with silver sound. The Elood of Life doth flow ; Upon whose banks, on every side, The Wood of Life doth grow. There trees for evermore bear fruit, And evermore do spring; There evermore the angels sit. And evermore do sins:. Jerusalem ! my happy home ! Would God I were in thee ! AYould God my woes were at an end, Thy joys that I might see ! Anon. F. B. P. •44 m 232 -*b Heaven . ' ifre c/i-y tcliich mine out of fjreal inhtdfilv, (J AV bright these glorious spirits shiue : Whence all their white array? How came they to the blissful seats Of everlasting day? Lo! these are they from sutferings great Who came to realms of light; And in the blood of Christ have washed Those robes which shine so bright. Now with triumphal palms they stand Before the throne on high, And serve the God they love, amidst The glories of the sky. His presence fills each heart with joy, Tunes every mouth to sing; By day, by night, the sacred courts With glad hosannas ring. Hunger and thirst are felt no more, Nor suns with scorching ray ; God is their Sun, whose cheeriug beams Diffuse eternal day. The Lamb, which dwells amidst the throne. Shall o'er them still preside, Feed them with nourishment divine. And all their footsteps guide. 'Mong pastures green He '11 lead His flock. Where living streams appear ; And God the Lord from every eye Shall wipe off every tear.' ^ 233 30 -'^ *^<- -*ii Hi eavt)i. These are iltey ichich came out of (jreat tribidation. Revilatiox, vii. 14. I^ E me the wings of faith to rise AVithiu the veil, and see The saintf> above, how i>reat their iovs ! How bright their glories be ! r^ OiK-e they were mourning here below, And wet their couch with tears ; They wrestled hard, as we do now, AVith sins and doubts and fears. I ask them Avhence their victory came? They, with united breath, Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb, Their triumph to His death. They marked the footsteps that He trod His zeal inspired their breast ; And, following their Incarnate God, Possess the promised rest. Our glorious Leader claims our praise For His own pattern given, While the long cloud of witnesses Shows the same })at]i to Hea\en. Isaac Watts. ^ Glunoiis tliidtjs are spolcea of tltee, city of God. Psalm l.\xxvii. 3. '.OEIOrS things of thee are spoken, Ziou, city of our Grod ; He, whose word cannot be broken, I'ormed thee for His own abode : On the Eock of Ages founded, AVhat can shake thy sure repose ? AVith s;il\ at ion's walls surrounded, Thou mov'st smile at all lliv foes. 234. -^ ^ Heaven. •rv# -^ Mt Sec, tlie streams of liviiis; Avaters, SprinpjiiiE^ from eternal love. AVoll su|)j)ly thy sons and ilangliters, x\nd all fear of want remove: "Who ean faint, wliile sueh a river Ever flows their lhii-sl 1o assnaj;e^ Graee, whieh. like the Jiord the giver, Never fails from aiie to age ? >ir -^.4 *■ .^ Heavev. Kound each habitation hovering, See the cloud and fire appear, For a glory and a covering, Showing that the Lord is near : Thus deriving from their banner Light by night and shade by day, Safe they feed upon the manna Which He gives them when they pray. Saviour, if of Zion's city I, through grace, a member am. Let the world deride or pity, I will glory in Thy Name : Fading is the worldling's pleasure, All his boasted pomp and show ; Solid joys and lasting treasure None but Zion's children know. Jolin Neivton. •e shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any raore pain. Eeyelatiox, xxi. 4. Avorld is very evil; The times are waxing late : Be sober and keep vigil ; The Judire is at the gate : The Judge that comes in mercy, The Judge that comes with might, To terminate the evil, To diadem the right. Arise, arise, good Christian ! Let right to wrong succeed ; Let penitential sorrow To heavenly gladness lead ; ^i^ 236 .^ Heaven. To the lit^lit that liatli no cvcniiu That knows noi" moon nor sun, Tlio li,t;ht 8o new and gohlen, The light that is but one. And when the Sole-Begotten Shall render up once more The kingdom to the Father AV^hose own it was before, Then glory yet unheard of Shall shed abroad its ray, ]?esolving all enigmas, — An endless Sabbath-day. The peace of all the faithful, The calm of all the blest. Inviolate, imvaried, Divinest, sweetest, best. Yes, peace ! for war is needless. Yes, calm ! tor slorm is past,- And goal from finished labour, And anchorage at last. life is here our portion ; Brief sorrow, short-lived care The life that knows no ending. The tearless life, is ihere. happy retribution ! Short toil, eternal rest ! For mortals and for sinners A mansion with the blest I >^i- 237 -^< ^- Heaven. Tliero grief is turned to ])leasnre, Such pleasure, as below No luunau voice can utter, No human heart can know. .And now we fight the battle, But then shall wear the crown Of full and everlasting -And passionless renown. And now Ave watch and sfrngule. And now Ave live in hope, And Siou, in her anguish, A\^ith Babylon must coj)e ; But He Avhom uoav avc trust in Shall then be seen and known. And they that knoAV and see Him Shall have Him for their own. The light that hath no evening. The health that hath no sore, The life that hath no ending. But lasteth evermore. ^- Yes! God, my King and jiortion, In fulness of His grace, AVe then shall see for ever, And Avorship face to face. Ml,' thee, dear dear countrA' ! Mine eyes their vigils keep ; For very love, beholding Thy happy name, they Aveep. 238 llrdtrii. The mention of tliy glorv Is unction to the breast, And medicine in sickness, And love, and life, and rest. O one, O only mansion ! O Paradise of joy ! AVhere tears are ever banished, And smiles have no alloy ! AVith jaspers glow thy bulwarks ; Thy streets Avith emeralds blaze The sardius and the topaz Unite in thee their rays : Thine ageless walls are bonded With amethyst unpriced: Thy saints build up its fabric, And the corner-stone is Christ. The Cross is aU thy splendour, The Crucified thy praise : His laud and benediction Thy ransomed people raise. Thou hast no shore, fair ocean ! Thou hast no time, bright day I Dear fountain of i-efreshmcnt To pilgrims far away ! Upon the Eock of Ages They raise thy holy tower : Thine is the victor's laurel. And thine the •rolden dower. ,^ — ^ 23'J Heaven. .±lL.^AL±:-M the golden, With milk and honey blet*t, Benejith thy contemplation Sink heart and voice oppressed. ■^\V; I know not, O I know not What joys await us there, ^Vllat ]-adiancy of glory, What light beyond compare ! They stand, those halls of Sion, Conjubilant with song, And bright with many an angel, And all the martyr throng. The Prince is ever in them ; The daylight is serene ; The pastures of the blessed Are decked in glorious sheen. There is the throne of David, And there, from care released, The song of them that triumph, The shout of them that feast. And they who, with their Leadei", Have conquered in the fight, For ever and for ever Are clad in robes of white. St. Bernm'd. IruHsluted h/ Dr. J. M. Neule. mm^m'im^m^^^ni^ 240 The gift of God is eternal life. Romans, vi. 23. ^TEENITT, eternity, How long art tliou eternity ! Yet hastetli on toward thee our life, E'en as the war steed to the strife. The messenger toward home, doth go. Or ship to shore, or bolt from bow. Eternity, eternity, How long art thou, eternity ! As in a globe, so smooth and round, Beginning ne'er and end are found, Eternity, not more can we Beginning find, or end, in thee. Eternity, eternity, How long art thou, eternity ! Thou art a ring of awfid mould, " For ever" is thy centre called, And " Never " thy circumf 'rence wide, For nnto thee no end can tide. Eternity, eternity, How long art thou, eternity ! And if a little bird bore forth One single sand-corn from the earth. And took in thousand years but one, Ere thou wert past, the world were gone. Eternity, eternity. How long art thou, eternity In thee, if every thousandth year, k-i^ eye should drop one little tear, To hold tbe water thence would grow Xor lieaven nor cai-tli were wide eiiow. 241 31 *^- »i* .^/)/)en(lid'. ^W Eternity, eternity, HoAv long art thon, eternity ! The sand and water in the sea But portions of thy whole can be ; No reclv'ning long can e'er suffice To give the measure pf thy size. Eternity, eternity, How long art thou, eternity ! Hear, man ! So long as God shall reign, So long continue Hell and pain ; So long last Heaven and joy also. — O, lengthened joy ! O, lengthened woe ! From an old German Hymn. Translated bi/ Dr. DiilcJcen. Here tee have vo contimdng city, hut we seek one to come. Hebrews, xiii. 14. RIEND after friend departs ; Who hath not lost a friend? There is no union here of hearts That finds not here an end : Were this frail ^vorld our only rest, Living or dying, none were blest. I'eyond the flight of time, Beyond this vale of death, There surely is some blessed clime. Where life is not a breath, Nor life's affections transient fire, Whose sparks fly upwards to expire. There is a world above, Wliere parting is unknown ; A whole eternity of love. Formed for the good alone ; And faith beholds the dying here Translated to that ha})pier sphere. 212 -^ •i*- A[)pendiA TliUK star by star declines Till all ai-e passed away, As morning liigli and higher shines To pure and perfect day ; Nor sink those stars in emply night; They hide themselves in Heaven's own light. James Montgomery. 1; Let the children of Zion be joyful in their Ki)i(j. *i^' i^) HE Lord my pasture shall prepare, :^!(3) And feed me Avith a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply. And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend. And all mv midnight hours defend. 213 >P ^. -»i« .-Jpjjcudi: When iji the sultry glebe I faint, Or on the thirsty mountain pant, To fertile vales and dewy meads My weary, Avandering steps He leads, Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, Amid the verdant landscape flow. Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For Thou, O Lord, art with me still ; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade. Though iji a bai'C and rugged way, Through devious lonely wilds I stray, Thy bounty shall my wants beguile ; The barren wilderness shall smile AVith sudden greens and herbage crowned. And streams shall murmur all around. Joseph Addison. Tight the good fight of faith. I. Timothy, vi. 12. l'1 r in sorrow, oft in woe. Onward, Christians, onward go ; Fight the fight, and, worn with strife. Steep with tears the Bread of Life. Onward, Christians, onward go ; Join the war and face the foe ; Faint not ! much doth yet remain ; Dreaiy is the long campaign. 244 '^ ^- y1])J)c)idix. Shrink not, Christians! will ye yield 1" AVill ye quit the painful field? AVill ye flee in danger's hour ? Know ye not your Captain's power? Let your drooping hearts be glad ; March, in heavenly armour clad; Eight, nor think the battle long ; Victory soon shall tune your song. Let not sorrow dim your eye, Soon shall every tear be dry ; Let not woe your course impede ; Great your strength, if great your need. Onward, then, to battle move ; More than conquei'ors ye shall prove ; Though opposed by many a foe, Christian soldiers, onward go ! Fragment hy Senry KirTce White. Completed ly Fanny Fuller Maitland. He maketh the storm a calm, so that the tcaces thereof are stilt. PsAi.M cvii. 29. r^ENAL Father, strong to save ! AVhose arm hath bound the restless wa\c', Who bid'st the mighty ocean deep Its own appointed limits keep ; O hear ns when we cry to Thee For those in peril on the sea. O Christ ! whose \oice the waters heard, And hushed their raging at Thy Avord, Who walkedst on the foaming deep. And calm amidst its rage didst sleep ; O hear xis when we cry to Thee For those in peril on the sea. ^■ 2i5 ■>^ ^- Appendix ^^: Most Holy Spirit I who didst brood Upon the chaos dark aud rude, And bid its angry tumult cease, Aud give, for wild confusion, peace ; O hear us when we cry to Thee For those in peril on the sea. O Trinity of love and power I Our brethren shield in danger's hour : From rock and tempest, fire and foe, Protect them wheresoe'er they go ; Thus evermore shall rise to Thee Griad hymns of praise from land and sea. Unto Hli/i that loved us be (jloi-y for cr FOR a thousand tongues to sing My dear Redeemer's praise. The glories of my Grod and King, The triumphs of His grace I My gracious Master and my God, Assist me to proclaim,' To spread, through all the earth abroad, The honours of Thy Name. Anon. Hetelatiox, i. 5, 0. Jesus ! the Name that charms our fear; That bids our sorrows cease ; 'Tis music in the sinner's ears, 'Tis life, and health, and peace ! He breaks the power of cancelled sin. He sets the prisoners free ; His blood can make the foulest clean ; His blood avails for me. *- 216 -^^ *- Aj)l)eu(lix. He speaks, and, listening to His voice, New life the dead receive ; The mournful, broken hearts rejoice, The hnmble poor believe. Hear Him, ye deaf; His praise, ye dumb, Yonr loosened tongues employ ; Ye blind, behold your Saviour come. And leap, ye lame, for joy ! Charles Wesley. All Thy works shall praise Thee, Lord. s*^;^^HE strain upraise of joy and ])raise PSA13I Cllv. 10. Alleluia ! To the glory of their King Shall the ransomed people sing Alleluia And the choirs that dwell on high Shall re-echo through the sky - Alleluia : They in the rest of Paradise who dwell, The blessed ones, with joy the chorus swell, Alleluia! The planets beaming on their heavenly way. The shining constellations join, and say, Alleluia ! Ye clouds that onward sweep, Ye winds on pinion.'^ light, Ye thunders echoing loud and deep, Ye lightnings, wildly bright, In sweet consent unite your Alleluia ! Ye floods and ocean billows, Ye storms and winter snow. Ye days of cloudless beauty, Hoar frost and Summer glow, Ye groves that wave in Spring, And glorious forests, sing. Alleluia ^-1^- 247 -^ ^ ♦I appendix. First let the birds, with painted plumage gay, Exalt their great Creator's praise, and say, Alleluii! Then let the beasts of earth, with varying strain. Join in creation's hymn, and cry again. Alleluia ! Here let the mountains thunder forth sonorous, Alleluia! There let the valleys sing in gentler chorus, Alleluia ! Thou jubilant abyss of ocean, cry. Alleluia ! Ye tracks of earth and continents, reply, Alleluia! To God, who all creation made, The frequent hymn be duly paid: Alleluia! This is the strain, the eternal strain, the Lord Almighty loves: Alleluia! This is the song, the heavenly song, that Christ the King approves : Alleluia ! Wherefore we sing, both heart and voice awaking. Alleluia ! And children's voices echo, answer making, Alleluia! Now from all men be outpoured Alleluia to the Lord ; With Alleluia evermore The Son and Spirit we adore. Praise be done to the Three in One, Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Amen. Bev. J. M. Neale, B.D. ►^i- 248 ^- Ahide with me ! fast falls the eventide. Henry Fraxcis Ia'te. Accept, my God, my evening song. Variation from I. Watts. 7/// Simon Browne Accord'ina;' to Thy sracions word." James Montgomery. Af--ain the Lord of' Life and Light. Anna LiETiTlA Barbat-lp. \fl' praise to Him who dwells in bliss. Charles Wesley. And can it be, that I should gain. CHARLES Wesley. Apiiroach, my sonl, the mercy-seat. John Newton. Awake, my soul, and with the sun. Bishop Thomas Ken. Before Jehovah's awful throne. ISAAC WATTS. Behold, the sun, that seemed but now. George Wither. Behold the throne of grace. John Newton. . Bless, O Lord, the opening year. John Newton. . Blest be Thy love, dear Lord. John Austin. . Blow ve the trumpet, blow ! Charles Wesley. r.read'of the world in mercy broken. Bishop Heginald Heber Brief life is here our portion. St. Bernard. Translated />// Dr. J. M. Neale. Brother, thou art gone before us, and thy saintly soiil is flown. H. Hart Milman Chri.st, my hidden life, appear. Charles Wesley. Christ the Lord is risen to-day. Charles Wesley. Chri.-^t the Lord is risen to-day. Anon Christ, whose glory fills the skies. Charles Wesley. . Come, all harmonious tongues. ISAAC Watts. Come, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Charles Wesley. Come, come ! in pious lays. George Wither. . Come, my soul, thv suit prepare. John Newton. . Come, we that love the Lord. Isaac Watts. . Commit thou all thy griefs. John Wesley. From Paul Gerhardt. Communion of my Saviour's blood. James Montgomery. Do not I love Thee, my Lord ? Philip Doddridge. . Ere another Sabbath's close. Anon Eternal Father, strons to save ! Anon. . . . . Eternal Source of every joy. Philip Doddridge. . Eternity, eternity. Fnnn an old German llijmn. Translated Inj Dr. Henry \\ Dulcken Fain would my thoughts fly up to Thee. John Austin. Faith ' "tis a precious grace. Benjamin Beddome. . Far from the world, O' Lord, I flee. William Cowper. . Father, when we bend the knee. Anon Fierce passions discompose the mind. WiLLIAM Cowper. For ever with the Lord ! JAJIES Montgomery. For thee, O dear dear country. St. Bernard. Translated htj For Thy mercv and Thy grace. Henry Downton. . Fountain of liiercv ! God of love ! Anne Flowerdew. . Friend after friend departs. James Montgomery. . From all that dwell below the skies. Isaac Watts. Yxoxw Egj-pt's bondage come. Thomas Kelly. From (Jrrcnland's icv mountains. BlsilOP Beoinald IIkber. Dr. J. M N'EALE. 131 1 -iO 188 208 140 C8 20 118 2 125 158 66 215 192 237 16-t 91 208 209 117 210 ISl 3 24 101 105 I'.tl 84 43 245 l.jtf 241 lOli 80 110 238 157 144 242 219 78 223 ^ 2-IJ *- -►^^ I/idcx Page Give me the wings of faith to rise. Isaac Watts 234 GloriovTs things of thee are spoken. John Newton. 284 Glory to Thee, my God, this night. Bishop Thomas Ken 123 God is gone np on high. Charles Wesley 211 God moves in a mysterious waj-. William Cowper 12 God of that glorious gift of gi-ace. John S. B. Moxsell 184 God of the morning, at whose voice. Isaac Watts. . . . . . .114 God that madest earth and Heaven. Bishop Reginald Heber 137 Go to dark Gethsemane. James Montgomery 1!)8 Go up, go up, my heart. HoRATius Bonar 77 Great God, as seasons disappear. Anon 1-18 Great God, we sing that mighty hand. Philip Doddridge 1.53 Great God, what do I see and hear ? Martin Luther 172 Hail, morning known among the blest ! Bishop Waedlaw 33 Hail, thou once despised Jesus ! John Bakewell 212 Hallelujah ! song of gladness. Tluvteenth Century. . . , . . . .71 Happy the home when God is there. Anon. . . . . . . . .21 Hark, my soul, how everjiihing. John Austin. 8 Hark, my soul ! it is the Lord. WiLLiAJM CowPEE fS Hark ! the herald angels sing. Charles Wesley 174 Hark! the song of Jubilee. James Montgomery 217 Hark ! the voice of love and mercy. EvAXS. ........ 203 Harp, awake ! tell out the story. Henry Downton. ir)4 Hear my prayer, heavenly Father. Harriett Pare 132 Heavenly Father, may Thy love. Guest 186 Here behold me, as I cast me. Translated h)j Catherine Winkworth. . . (lU How blest the righteous when he dies. Anna L^titia Barbauld. . . . 1 59 How bright these glorious spirits shine. William Cameron. .... 233 How rich are Thy provisions, Lord I Isaac Watts. 18i) How sweet the name of Jesus sounds. John Newton. . . . . . .85 How swift the torrent rolls. Philip Doddridge 161 How vast the treasure we possess ! Isaac Watts 104 I sing th' almighty power of God. ISAAC Watts 7 Interval of grateful shade. Philip Doddridge 133 In that book so old and holy. De. Henry W. Dulcken. 222 In Thy Name, Lord, assembling. Thomas Kelly 44 It is the Sabbath morning now. Anon 31) Jerusalem, my happy home. Anon. F. B. P 230 Jerusalem the golden. St. Bernard. Translated Inj Dr. J. M. Neale. . . 240 Jesu ! behold, the wise from far. Variation from John Austin. Bij J. Wesley. 214 Jesu, my strength, my hope. Charles Wesley 57 Jesus, cast a look on me. John Berridge 28 Jesus Christ is risen to-day. Hallelujah ! Anon. Last stanza hij Charles Wesley. 205 Jesus, my all, to Heaven is gone. John Cennick 86 Jesus, the very thought of Thee. St. Bernard i)6 Jesus, Thou Joy of loving hearts ! Ray Palmer. From St. Bernard. . . 187 Jesus, Thy boundless love to me. Paul Gerhard 90 Jesus, where'er Thy people meet. William Cowpee 48 Joy is a fruit that wull not grow. John Newton 100 Joy to the world ! the Lord is come. ISAAC Watts. 177 Just as I am — without one plea. Charlotte Elliott 53 Let all the world in every corner sing. George Herbert 16 Let me be with Thee where Thou art. Charlotte Elliott 72 Lo ! God is here ! Let us adore. John Wesley. From Gerhard Tersteegen. 49 Lo ! He comes ! let all adore Him ! Thomas Kelly 218 Lo ! He comes, with clouds descending ! Thomas Olivers 168 Lo ! He comes, with clouds descending ! Variation hy Martin ;\1adan. From Charles Wesley flw^Z John Cennick. . 171 Lo ! on the inglorious tree. Ancient If i/mn '. . . . 200 *- J50 -* * ->t Index Lord, from my bed again I rise. Bartholomew. Lord, have mercy when we pray. Hexry Hart Milman. Lord, in the day Thou art about. JoHX Hampden Gurney Lord, in the morninsj Thou .shalt hear. Isaac Watts. Lord of the harvest ! once again. Joseph Anstice. Lord of the harvest ! Thee we hail ! John Hampden Gurney Lord of the Sabbath, hear us pray. Philip Doddridge. Lord, when I lift my voice to Thee. William Heley Bathu Love divine, all love excelling. Charles AVesley. . Much in sorrow, oft in woe. Fiagment hy Henry Kirke Wi Fanny Fuller Maitland. Must friends and kindred droop and die ? Isaac Watts. My God and Father, while I stray. Charlotte Elliott. My God, and is Thy table spread / Philip Doddridge. . My God, now I from sleep awake. Bishop Thomas Ken. M}- God, the spring of all my joys. Isaac Watts. . My Lord, my love was crucified. John Mason. . My thoughts surmount these lower skies. Isaac Watts. Nearer, my God, to Thee. Sarah Flower Adams. . Now, gracious Lord, Thine arm reveal. John Newton. . Now I have found the ground wherein. John Wesley'. From Zin Now it belongs not to my care. KiCHARD Baxter. Now let our mom-ning hearts revive. Philip Doddridge, Object of my first desire. Augustus M. Toplady. , O day most calm, most bright 1 George Herbert. O Father, Thou who hast created all. Anon. . O for a closer walk with God ! William Cowper. . O for a thousand tongues to sing. Charles Wesley. Of Thy love some gracious token. Thomas Kelly. . O God of mercy, God of might. John Keble. O God 1 Thou knowest all our wants. Anon, O God, we thank Thee for the love. Anon. O happy saints, who dwell in light. John Berridge. O holy Saviour, Friend unseen. Charlotte Elliott. O how blest the congregation. Henry' Francis Lyte. O Israel, blest beyond compare 1 Philip Doddridge. O let us raise our voices. Anon. ..... O Lord, another day is flown. Henry Kirke White. O praise ye the Lord, prepare your glad voice. Tate and Brady. O sacred head, once wounded. Paul Gerhard. O Thou, the contrite sinner's Friend ! Charlotte Elliott. O Thou to whom, in ancient time. Pierpoint. O timely happy, timely wise. John Keble. O where shall rest be found. James Montgomery. , O worship the King. SiR Robert Grant. On silent wings, an angel. DR. Henry W. Dulcken. Plunged in a gidf of dark despair. Isaac Watts. . Praise, praise our God and King. SiR Henry Baker. Praise the Lord, His glories show. Henry Francis Lyte. Praise to God, immortal prai.se. Anna L^TITIA Barbauld. Prayer is not heard through noisy sound. Anon. Prayer is the soul's sincere desire. James Montgomery'. Rejoice, the Lord is King ! Charles Wesley. Rejoice, though storms assail thee. Anon. Rock of Ages, cleft for me. AUGUSTUS M. Toplady. Saviour, breathe an evening blessing. James Edmeston. Saviour, when in dust to Thee. Sill Robert Grant. Saviour, who Thy flock art feeding. Anon. From, John Mason. Completed hi/ Fagt 128 12 98 122 U« 1.51 41 31) 'J4 241 UA «<; 11»4 137 9'.) 4(; 80 109 1.56 i»;o 95 1,S4 8.S 24(> (50 23 1.5 120 226 62 38 100 224 20 243 197 58 4.5 116 76 14 108 202 147 13 143 31 17 220 112 70 136 22 182 ►;-<- 251 *- Indev See, Israel's gentle Shepherd stands. Philip Doddridge. See the destined day arise. Anon. . . . Since Thou hast fulded now, O God. George Wither. . Sing-, my tongue, the Saviour's glory. Thomas Aquinas. Sitting around our Father's board. Isaac Watts. . Sometimes a light surprises. William Cowper. Songs of praise the angels sang ! Anon Sovereign Ruler of the skies. John Kyland. . Stand up and bless the Lord. James Montgomery. Sun of my soiil, thou Saviour dear. John Keble. . Sweet place, sweet place alone ! Samuel Grossman. Sweet the moments, rich in blessing. Batty. . The child leans on its mother's breast. Isaac Williams. The day of re,st once more comes round. Thomas Kelly. The festal morn, my God, is come. James Merrick. The great redeeming Angel, Thee. Charles Wesley. The Lord my pasture shall prepare. Joseph Addison. The Lord of Might from Sinai's brow. BiSHOP Reginald Heber. The Lord shall come ! the earth shall quake. Bishop Reginald H The race that long in darkne.ss pined. John Morrison. . There is a calm for those who weep. James Montgomery. There is a dwelling-place above. Bishop Richard Maxt. There is a fountain filled with blood. William Cowper. There is a land of pure delight. Isaac Watts. '. There is a pure and tranquil wave. William Ball. The scene around me disappears. James Montgomery. . The spacious firmament on high. Joseph Addison. The strain upraise of joy and praise, Alleluia ! Rev. J. M. Xeale, The sun has sunk beneath the wave. Anon The world is very evil. St. Bernakd. Translated by Dr. J. ]\L K] This night I lift "my heart to Thee. BARTHOLOME^y. Thou art gone to the grave ; but we will not deplore thee. Bishop Thou God of Love I beneath Thy sheltering wings. Anon. Thou who art enthroned above. Sandys. ..... Through the day Thy love hath spared us. Thomas Kelly. Thy goodness. Lord, our souls confess. Thomas Gibbons. " Tis finished ! '' so the Saviour cried. Stennett. To God, ye choir above, begin. Philip Skelton. To Thy temple I repair. James Montgomery. Vital spark of heavenly flame. Alexander Pope. Weary now I go to bed. Dr. Henry W. Dulcken. We '11 sing, in spite of scorn. Thomas Kelly. We 've no abiding city here. Thomas Kelly. . We would come before Thy throne. Anon. What are these in bright array. JAMES Montgomery*. . What various hindrances we meet. WlLLlA&l CowPER. . When at Thy footstool. Lord, I bend. Henry Francis Lyte. When I can read my title clear. Isaac Watts. WTien I survey life's varied scene. Anne Steele . . When I survey the wondi'ous Cross. Isaac Watts. When languor and disease invade. Augustus M. Toplady. . When, marshalled on the mighty plain. Henry Kirke White. \VTiilc with ceaseless course the sun. John Newton. "Who can, on the sea shore. DR. Henry W. Dulcken. Who would not leave this world below. Anon. With all the powers my poor soul hath. Richard Crashaw. Ve sons of men, with joy record. Pmiltp Doddridge. D.D. Reg. 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