THE LIBRARY OF THE VNIVERSITYOF ILLINOIS ^ A.RATTEtil''^^ ^^CiJvciNNATl Z4sr taio Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2016 . ' i- https://archive.org/details/philipphillipsdaOOphil / FOR PRAYER AND SOCIAL MEETINGS. Containing Hymns and Tunes, carefully selected from all sources, both old and new, and are of the most spiritual and reviving character, adapted also to Mission churches^ and those who are not able to provide the large Hymn and Tune Books, will find in this Collection 300 of the most precious Hymns in the English language, set to appropriate Tunes, making a neat little Hymn and Tune Book^ for the C^d?/rand Con^ gregation, in which all the people can be sup- plied at a very small expense ; also who may use this book, will not only avoid light, mea^iingless Hymns and Tunes, but will also grow up to love and join the Service of Song in the Sanctuary ; and old and young will thereby be taught to love and praise God together. ■^ew ¥otih, 37 IJtnion ^quatje, B«oadwag : PHILIP PHILLIPS. CINCINNATI, CHICAGO, AND ST. LOUIS ; HITCHCOCK & WALDEBT. PHHFACE In revising ‘^Hallowed Songs/’ it will be seen that I have dropped all duplicated tunes (68 in number), and placed in their stead new and popular tunes^ and have also adopted a shape and size most durable and convenient for use, thereby making the Revised Edition a neat little Hymn and Tune Book for the Sanctuary^ Prayer- Meetings and Sabbath School, New churches, which are constantly being established throughout our great country, will find in this work a fine variety of choice Hymns and Tunes, suited to all occasions in religious worship, at a very small expense, PHILIP PHILLIPS. Revised Edition, entered according to Act of Congress, m the year 1870, By PHILIP PHILLIPS, In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States for the Southern District of New York, V\ PE.AGTIGAL SUGGESTIOFS. Singing in the Prayer-meeting. After the opening exercises (which usually consist of Singing, Reading the Scriptures, and Prayer), let the singing assume more of an impromptu style, but of a deeply spiritual and prayerful character. Let the verse or Hyrtin be wisely adapted to whatever phase of Christian experience seems to pervade the meeting at the time, and promptly sung zn- stantly at the close of the prayer or remarks. Be sure never to sing, unless you have something apropos, or feel that the singing w'ill bless some heart. Should the meeting be dull, sing more frequently, but not too many verses, and never so often as to give the meeting more of a singing than a prayerful aspect. Every Prayer Room should be well supplied with books— “ Hallowed Songs” of the most spiritual and reviving character. Good spiritual singing, from the heart, will render a Prayer Meeting attractive^ inter'- esting^ and above all, profitable. Singing in the Sanctuary. The first requisite is to provide books from which all the people may be able to sing intelligently. There should be at least one book for every two worshipers. Hold stated Singing Meetings for the purpose of rehearsing the Hymns and Tunes for the coming Sabbath, ai id for general improvement in Singing. Urge all the people to attend these meetings, and let the music be under the direction of the chorister. By adhering to the alcove simple suggestions, Congregational Singing can be success- fully introduced. Singing in the Sahhath School. After a selection is made and order observed, let the Superintendent or Chorister announce some song, having direct reference to the lesson of the day, or circumstances of the occasion. Then lay every thing else aside, and let all present engage heartily in singing the hymn. Never sing in Sunday School for amusement merely, but let the songs of praise and salvation be not only instructive, but also full of Gospel. Use more of the substaii^tial and Standard Hymns and Tunes, such as are used in churches, and sing them from the heart, with promptness and lively animation. The right song, szmg with the right spirit, at the right time, will have the right effect, 368477 lASSIFIED INDEX, GIVINQ THE FIRST LINES OP A FEW PROMINENT HYMNS UNDER EACH OP THE FOLLOWING SUBJECTS: Opening and Closing. PAGE A charge to keep 272 And are we yet 284 Bless us to-night 22 Bright home of 154 Come, thou fount 27 Come, let us join 234 From every stormy wind 248 la mercy, Lord 224 Lord, dismiss us 49 My days are gliding 72 Out on an ocean Oh, for a closer walk Prayer is the soul’s Prayer is appointed Responsive Scripture Shall we gather at When shall we Where do you journey What various hindrances PAGE , 69 .. 235 .. 233 .. ^ .. 312 . . 108 .. 66 .. 121 .. 244 Am I a soldier of Did Christ o’er Prom every stormy. . How pleased and Lon^ my spirit Lord^, in the morning My faith looks up. Faith and Prayer. 228 278 248 301 140 225 23 My soul he on Oh, for a faith Oh, fora heart Oh, how happy are they Oh, for a glance Softly on the breath Sweet hour of prayer 287 220 221 302 265 182 25 Exhortation and Revivals. Alas I and did . 14 Come, come to Jesus 9 Come, humble sinner 214 Come, ye sinners 35 Hasten, sinner, to 28S Oh, that my load of. 251 Say, sinner, hath a voice 242 Show pity. Lord . 250 Stay, thoii insulted 267 There is a fountain 10 To-day the Saviour 187 Why not to-night 8 (Classified Index. 6 Huinilit7 and Guidance. PAQB Consecration hymn . . 56 Dear comrade 192 Go and tell Jesus 196 God has said 162 Guide me, O thou 74 He leadeth me 178 PAGE Holy Spirit, faithful guide 7 Nearer, my God, to thee 29 Saviour, like a shepherd 28 Sun of my so^l 269 Silently the Shades 289 Withmeaoide 20 Mission and Disciples of Jesus 116 From Greenland’s icy 51 From all that dwell 237 Soon may the last glad 255 Temperance. The morning light 62 Weep for the fallen 146 What are you going to do 168 W or king for the 128 Christmas and Thanksgiving. All hail the power Before Jehovah's awful Bless, O my soul, the. . , Come, Jet us tune Christ, the Lord, is 908 240 238 238 2941 Hark, what means . . . Here freedom spreads. . Hark, the herald angels Jesus shall reign Majestic sweetness . . . . 40 265 294 241 211 Anniversary and Eejoicing. Blest he the tie Blest are the sons God bless our native How beautious are . . 1 now have found abiding. 284 286 299 280 12 Jesus, lover of my soul. My country, ’tis of Soldiers, of Christ Welcome, sweet day — 291 298 280 282 Jesns’ Cross A crown of glory 170 Beautiful cross . 42 Go and tell Jesus 196 Hark, the gospel 156 In the cross of Ch?i8t» . . . , I'l 1 will sing for 110 and Crown. Ihear the Saviour say 296 Jesus. I my cross 39 Jesus is mine • 45 Must Jesus hear, 218 Sweetest note in 297 When I survey the 261 Bible and Heaven Blessed Bible, how — 158 I’m but a stranger 61 I will sing you 114 I am waiting by the. 21 My latest sun 174 No sorrow there 54 On the cross where Christ 104 There is an hour 58 There is a Vand of 229 There’s a light in 176 Think of a home over there. 202 Who are these. . , , . 68 6 (Classified Index. All hail the Blow ye the trumpet. . . Battling for the Lord. . . Congregational Chorus Come. Brethren, don’t,. God, Praise and Duty. PAGE , 208 .. 30 160 . 98 .. 76 God is the refuge . . . Jesus shall reign Majestic sweetness. Work, for the night, PAGE .. 239 .. 241 .. 211 .. 120 Infant Class and Solos. I gave my life for thee I’m trying to climb I’m working for the. . . I’m kneeling at. Jesus loves me . ...... Jesus the water Affliction and Death. SOS 124 128 136 46 138 Jesus is here 206 Let me go 112 Mary Magdalene 57 O happy day 79 Pilgrim’s Mission 310 We are out on 194 Asleep in Jesus 262 Come, ye disconsolate 33 Did Christ o’er 278 Earth’s stormy night 99 Just as lam 32 Jesus, let thy 36 Entirely New All to Christ I owe 296 Bright Home 154 Christ at the Wheel 62 Christian Union 41 Cleansing Fountain 10 Cling to the mighty One 118 Consecration Hymn 56 Dalston 301 De Fleury 60 Eltham 82 Evening Shadows . . 148 Greenville 49 I’m kneeling at the Door 136 Joyfully, joyfully 172 Loved ones gone before 44 Lovest thou ine 290 Lyons 63 More like Jesus 97 Mount Vernon 67 Oh, for the death 276 Oh, why should gloomy 215 Though trouble assail. 63 With me abide 20 Why should our tears 232 When we pass through 83 Very Old Tunes. No sorrow there 54 Old Hundred 240 Outside the Gate 130 Pilgrim’s Blission 310 Resolution ...... 214 Rest for the weary 166 Safe within the vail 80 That blessed Name 306 That will be joyful 164 Tne Convert 302 The Further Shore 83 The old, old Story 141 The sweetest Name 297 Why not to-night 8 Who’s like Jesus 96 Will you go.. 86 With me abide 20 Woodland 58 Working for the Master 128 ' aLLOWEO IoHGS , feviSEB. &UIBB. 7 s. M. M. Wells. ^ Fine^ S' . j Ho - iy Spir-it, faith-ful Guide, Ev - er near the Christian’s side ; \ \ Gen-tly lead us hy the hand, Pil-grims in a des - ert land, f D. s. Whisp’ring soft-ly, wand’rer, come I Fol-low me, I’ll guide thee home. — 1 -1-j — 1 — 1 m — 3—3= . ^ ^ S ; • ^ Wea- ry souls for-e’^ re - joice, ^ tVhile they hear that sweetest voice ; r-p s-rS- n- ps S' S” — |K 1— — ^ 1* ^ 1 ^^1 f— ^ ^ ^ ^ No. 1. He will guide us into all truth,''* 2 Ever present, truest friend, Ever near, thine aid to lend, Leave us not to doubt and fear, Groping on in darkness drear. When the storms are raging sore, Hearts grow faint and hopes give o’er ; Whisper softly, wanderer, come ! Follow me, I’ll guide thee home. 3 When our days of toil shall cease, Waiting still for sweet release, Nothing left but heaven and prayer, Wondering if our names are there; Wading deep the dismal flood. Pleading naught but Jesus’ blood; Whisper softly, wanderer, come I Follow me, I’ll guide thee home. 8 i^allowed $ongs, Beuisetl. WHY NOT (\ L TO-NIGHT? 8s. Philip Phillips. ^ j ^ ^ P ra -3^ 1. Oh! do not let tl S m le word de - ] m — .« Dart, And close thine H— 5— a — 5— r WrM -£ t h |a p- -P . pi - ji p - ^ ^ 1 le e — L P — ^ 1 ^-. — 1 M, ^ • r-*' * ^ . ^ ^ ^ J *j — «-T— ■ «J * u« eyes a-gainst the light; 1 S-: 9 ^ i wE Poor sin-ner, N r-^ ^ (* u * * hard - en not thy _ p • p p p heart ; £ 5 ^ 1 p affetmso. L_l ^ — k — ^ ^ “ 5 - _i 3 y i Thou wouldst be sav’d — ^ 1 i-=S-: -E—m - 1 g S 1 : Thy not to B I* I* * W ^ J S . h ■ night ? Why not P_:l_ -i-L to - a — u — 1< ^—3 |_ 1 ^ -_! — d y _U . V ^ ~ - - ^ slower. J ^ r, p^ij= night ? Why not to-ni 1 :-v- : ^S=^- ght ? Thou wouldst be sav’d — Why not t< -n-^ r-2 ' . 'E- • p-t "F -» m ^ L t L_ — 1 . D-night ? 3:i- E — ■ — 8T T-— -q: z No. 2 . “ Choose ye this day whom ye will sei-ve'"* 2 To-morrow’s sun may never rise To bless thy long-deluded sight ; This is the time ! oh, then be wise ! Thou wouldst be saved — Why not to-night ? 3 The world has nothing left to give — It has no new, no pure delight; Oh, try the life which Christians live ! Thou wouldst be saved — Why not to-night ? :^allowed ^ongs, Revised. 9 4 Our God in pity lingers still, And wilt thou thus his love requite ? Eenounce at length thy stubborn will, Thou wouldst be saved — Why not to-night ? 6 Our blessed Lord refuses none Who would to him their souls unite ; Then be the work of grace begun I Thou wouldst be saved — Why not to night ? JESUS WAITS FOE THEE. H. P. Main. Tenderly, -4- - 1 - 1. Come, come to Je - sus I He ^ . -t :izz:ziz:lzz=z=^z :gi;_ waits to welcome thee, tJl*. .(«. ztzz Z=-^Z :^zzEi|azzz^Bzi:8z -t- O Wand’rer ! ea- ger - ly ; Come, come to Je - sus! »zzzzi:*zz:z:te= “ Ve would not come to me that ye might have life.'*'* No. 3. 2 Come, come to Jesus ! He waits to ransom thee, O Slave ! eternally ; Come, come to J esus ! 8 Come, come to J esus I He waits to lighten thee, O Burdened 1 graciously ; Come, come to Jesus 1 4 Come, come to Jesus! He waits to give to thee, O Blind ! a vision free ; Come, come to Jesus! 5 Come, come to J esus ! He waits to shelter thee, O Weary ! blessedly; Come, come to J esus ! 6 Come, come to Jesus ! He waits to carry thee, O Lamb ! so lovingly ; Come, come to J esus ! 10 J^aUowed ^ongs, Revised. CLEANSING FOUNTAIN. 0. M. r— I -N -! • — ■ — r ^ r I L I ^ • 1. There is a fountain filled with blood, Drawn from Imman-uel’s veins, 1 -t — $ I And sin-ners plunged beneath that flood, Lose all their guilt - y stains ; gj ^ • -4?- -I -m- • ■ g* i • i P — p m p — r n rg r I ! js r- I I -L ^ ..j_ I I ^ r i V ■“ ■ L/ « • i _ ABi « ^ _Jk ^ Lose all their guilt - y stains, Lose all their guilt - y stains ; g— g — :g-r-:gil— g— g— J. ' =l^: And sin-ners plunged beneath that flood. Lose all their guilt -y stains. ,n f9 • -jg - -f9 - -g- :g-_^gil_:g: I J_ No. 4. 2 The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in his day ; And there may I, though vile as he. Wash all my sins away. 3 E’er since by faith I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply. Eedeeming love has been my theme. And shall be till I die. 4 Then in a nobler, sweeter song I’ll sing thy power to save, When this poo^, lisping, stammering Lies silent in the grave. [tongue ;^allou)ed $ongs, Revised. 11 ETEENAL LIFE. So lo— Evangelist. Philip Phillips. Wouldst thou be saved ? no time to lose ; A-rise, and run the heavenly road ; Wouldst thou be blest ? then, pilgrim, haste To leave destruction’s dread abod Choru Echo, pp ^ ^ f^pp —y. 1 1 ^ 1 r:^ & ! ^ H H ’ 4 1 w ^ * J d v'J'ai ^ ^ -0^.9 ~ .gi. p 0 come I (0 come I) the _ - ^ 1 ^ ^ Sav-iour calls, “I am the way, the 1 r r 1 f7 » i i 1 1 i i i 1 r r l-frh-k — ! p*-',--— 1_ — ^s-: =?--i — a( S — -e — \%J ^ Si- -S- s * — p — truth, the life Come hith - er. bur-dened soul. to me. Ut r ^ ^ _ A -e • fCH — — 1 . i i » 1 ' ' - ' j NOi 5i “ Fight the good fight of faith ; lay hold on eternal lifeF Pilgrim. Oh, tell me how I oh, tell me where ! The way I long have sought to know ; But fear the guilt and sin I bear Will sink me in the depths of woe. Cho. Evangelist. God’s word will guide thee ; dost thou see A li^t from yonder distant hill ? On, Pilgrim, on ! it shines for thee, With steady course pursue it still. Cho. Pilgrim. God’s word shall guide me ; yes, I see A light from yonder distant hill ; Oh, tell me, does it shine for me ? Hail, glorious light ! I will, I will 1 Cho. Pilgrim. Farewell, a long farewell to those Who seek to stay me as I fly ; My ears against their call I close. Life, life, eternal life I my cry. Cho. ’Note.— 'This song may he sung as a Duet between the Teachers and the School; or when rendered as Solos {in dialogue), the Chorus should be sung f rom another room, or gallery out of sight, as an echo. 12 ;^aUowed ^ongs, Bevised. ABIDING BEST. Wm. B. Bradbury. Fine. ^ j I now have found a-I ( Now on my Saviour’s f D. c. I now am safe, by J ^3- p-rp p F— S— J.— *— U:^J: (id - ing rest, For w aithfui breast My v e - sus’ power, Fron hich I long was sig ^ea-ry head is ly i all that else would h -» » » LjZil :h- ing ; ) - ing: j arm me. »- /7\ Its ^ ^ Si E S-311 f— r r -^ r ■■ 1 r 1 1 ' L „ No. 6. “ / write unto you^ little children^ because your sins are forgiven you for his name''s sake.^^ 2 He whispers me — “ I’m wholly thine, And thou art mine forever ; Henceforth all fear and doubt resign, Confiding in my favor ; Thy every want shall find supply From my exhaustless treasure ; I’ll fill thy spirit with my joy, The pledge of endless pleasure.” 3 From Jesus and his love, who now, By terrors to divide me, My great and many sins would show 1 His wounds from vengeance hide me : My sins are great — I’ll not despair, Though conscience, too, arraigns me, Hor doubt my Saviour’s v^atchful care — His arms of love sustain me. 4 I thank thee, God’s beloved Son, Thy boundless grace adoring, Which brought thee from thy glorious throne. Our peace with God restoring; Oh, make my heart a shrine, where peace Shall keep her constant dwelling ! Where grateful praise shall never cease. Abroad thy glories telling. Jitallowed $ongs, Revised. 13 THE EIVER OF LIFE. __1 ^ Philip _| Phillips. 1. Oh I M=-’- there is a ri^ -S m — S— 7er whose fr esh waters f — g-gi- low O’er eai Ip ^ w g 1 ^ 'th’s broadest r^-^r "r" ^ «'■ -j — N-, K ^-r vT i-i ^ IS 1 1 ^ ^ ^ ^ P g— g=| i — w- -a- sur-face, a cure ft r ^ ^ )r all woe ; Its streams are all healing, there’s - j- rf; p « T~ Z5vT I — “p — ■ i js pi j 1 P - p 1 1 ^ L' r> 4^ ^ r 4 ^ rT*’ life in each iwave, Oh, i ?• J' ;ry it, and j P r 3rove it, ’tis : S' mighty to £ 1 In t jave. r* • rr- >-T- - No. 7. “ A nd he showed me a fmre river of water of life^ clear as a crystal^ proceeding out of the thro^ie of God and of the Lamb'' 2 Oh, drink of this river, its full crystal flood Refreshes and lightens of sin’s weary load ; Its ripples ne’er mix with the billows of strife, This is the “ Pure River of Water of Life.” 3 This beautiful river our boast well may be, ’Tis fresh, overflowing, and better, ’tis free ; The sin-sick rejoice in this “ peace-speaking ” tide, This river is Jesus, the “once crucified.” 14 Ijtallowed ®ong$^ Bevi$ed. ALAS! AND LID MY SAVIOUR BLEED? -S-- N- S. J. Vail. Fine. Pa=fsq :=1= ;§£:i=^: 1. A- las ! and did my Saviour bleed ? And did my Sovereign die ? D. c. Yes, Je - sus died for all mankind, Bless God, sal-va-tion ’s free. — ~g— Ho. 8. 2 . \Yas it for crimes that I had done, He groaned upon the tree? Amazing pity ! grace unknown ! And love beyond degree. — Gho. 3 . Well might the sun in darkness hide. And shut his glories in, When Christ, the mighty Maker, died, For man, the creature’s sin. — Cho. 4 . Thus might I hide my blushing face While his dear cross appears ; Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, And melt mine eyes to tears.-(7Ao 5 . But drops of grief can ne’er repay The debt of love I owe : Here, Lord, I give myself away, ’Tis all that I can do. — Cho, fallowed $ongs, Revised. 15 EVEN ME. Wm. B. Bradbubt. ■J— J- j=d=F:^=:J=d==]= , j Lord, I hear of show’rs of blessings, Thou art scatt’ring full and free ; * ( ShowVs the thirsty land refreshing, Let some droppings fall on me. -r m -pzi?^ E - ven me, E - ven me, Let some droppings fall on me. No. 9. 2 Pass me not, O God, my Father, Sinful though my heart may be ; Thou mightst leave me, but the rather. Let thy mercy fall on me — Even me. 8 Pass me not, O gracious Saviour, Let me live and cling to thee : Fain I’m longing for thy favor : Whilst thou ’rt calling, call for me — Even me. 4 Pass me not, 0 mighty Spirit, Thou canst make the blind to see : Witnesses of Jesus’ merit, Speak the word of power to me. 6 Love of God, so pure and changeless ; Blood of Christ, so rich and free ; Grace of God, so rich and boundless, Magnify it all in me — Even mei^ 6 Pass me not, thy lost one bringing ; Bind my heart, O Lord, to thee ; Whilst the streams of life are springing. Blessing others, oh, bless me — Even me. 16 fallowed ^ongs, Revised. JESUS PAID IT ALL. ^ 1 N 1 n N-. 1 I N __l *1 1. Naught of mer-it or of price, Re-maius to jus-tice due • _] N — _K_j J . i g^=i=s Je - sus di pi— .1^=^— N ^ U 0 — tpi ^ * — ^ — i— u led, and paid it all,— Yes, all the debt I owe. ES' |II ^ P Chorus, EjgEgjE SEE A'> Je - BUS paid it all All the debt I owe, ^ • A ^ . A ^ w =&Z=!?— Je -suspaid it, paid it all, E?=?Ei^EQ=3^=lEg; 1 ^-d— O- Je-sus died and paid it all, Yes, alt the debt I owe. — g- « m -m- .-EE. zzzzzitaiifa— jazz: ^^ : ITo. 10. - 2 When he from his lofty throne, Stoop’d down to do and die, Every thing was fully done ; “ ’Tis finished !” was his cry. Jesus paid it all, - • >y the 1 r a uv - er, And my heart has waited long ; V >> <9 • i atj , r Z7- « rr — r t 0 r r 1 r r ^ r r r- — T 1 ‘ — I — r — “ _4-h-4- rn r~i "^T “n W =i . ^ 9 2 ^-zgrT-i - 0 k! e • L22 #_ J a Now I think I hear the cho-rus Of the an- gels’ welcome song; £i~Ez S? » H H F= R «_ 1 ipzzii^iiz^zzi^z: IZ , [ 1 31 ^ ^ L| 1 1 ^ i 5) — «!zd Oh, I see the dawn is ^ — p^zz:^B'-pg-v-Jz=S— ?- breaking On the 1 =g=^=it lill - tops of the — 1 ' — blest, ^-ir^_.EZiE=±z:Ezd — 'r t- :E^t~ t»— !?zj r t — ' E: : z|=p:j3ii;z:^^zz:i^EE -1 !- z-^3=?ES£E “ Where the wicked cease from troubling, And the weary be at rest.’ '!szizrJimz ^zzzii^ ~;=5=^= -1 — i — t- -r m. 15. ‘ There shall he no more deathT 2 . Far away beyond the shadows Of this weary vale of tears, There the tide of bliss is sweeping Thro’ the bright and changeless years ; Oh I I long to be with Jesus, In the mansions of the blest, “ Where the wicked cease from troubling, And the weary be at rest.” 8 . They are launching on the river, From the calm and quiet shore, And they soon will bear my spirit Where the weary sigh no more ; For the tide is swiftly dowing. And I long to greet the blest, “ Where the wicked cease from troubling, And the weary be at rest.” 22 i^allowed ^ongs, J^evised. BLESS US TO-NIGHT. -- usy No. 18. 5 Yes, I hasten from you gladly, From the scenes I lov’d so well — Far away, ye billows, bear me ; Lovely native land, farewell ! Pleased I leave thee, Far in heathen lands to dwell. 3 In the desert let me labor ; On the mountains let me tell How he died— the blessed Saviour— To redeem a world from hell! Let me hasten, Far in heathen lands to dwell. 4 Bear me on, thou restless ocean ; Let the winds my canvass swell — Heaves my heart with warm emotion. While I go far hence to dwell. Glad I bid thee, Native land, Farewell 1 farewell 1 i^allowed $ongs, Revised. 25 SWEET HOUE OP PEAYEE. _K_^_ Wm. B. Bradbury * -E=«=zt||— gii^=^l_E :g-a^- - u» 1. Sweet hour of prayer ! sweet hour of prayer I That calls me from a D. c. Aud oft escaped the tempter’s snare By thy re - turn, sweet .0. J&. - gr=r- !Eg rpiz =t^=4== 1- =:zi=z15z -g— 5— Sr ziznziz of care. And bids me at my Fa-ther’s throne Make of prayer ; And oft es - caped the tempt-er’s snare By j^. -m- -(fi- ^ z=(a iz=:;agzzf . - ... :tszzz{z=zzts=t _^_i„t ^ j . p— “ tx 1 tx-C Fine. -S=:g= I 4 - all thy my wants and v/ish - es known : In sea - sons of dis - re - turn, sweet hour of prayer. zS=z=r^z -r ;=Ez:z=t^: F. a — izz tress and grief, My soul has oft - en found re - lief; 1 — — I tx— ^1 »* — ^r No. 19. “ Evenhtg^ mornings and noon will I pray. 2.11: Sweet hour of prayer I :il Thy wings shall my petition bear To him, whose truth and faithfulness Engage the waiting soul to bless ; And since he bids me seek his face. Believe his word, and trust his grace, I’ll cast on him my every care. And -wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer! :|1 3. |I: Sweet hour of prayer ! :1] May I thy consolation share, Till from Mount Pisgah’s lofty height I view my home, and take my flight: This robe of flesh I’ll drop, and rise To seize the everlasting prize ; 11: And shout,while passing thro’ the air. Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer! :11 * From Fresh Laurels,''' by permission of Bianow & Main. 26 J^allowed $ong$, Revised. MEEIBAH. 0. P. M. Dr. Lowell Mason. I 1. When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come To take thy ransomed people o')* I' uP • (« -1*— ^ — m “* ! — 1 1 , — : ^ XlA ( 0 L 1 1 I J 1 > J \ 1 1 /. n ! 2 ^ 1 ^ ■ 1 ^ ^ m iL . ^ s ^ m 9 s home. Shall I a - mong them stand ? Shall such a worthless worm as I, _ _ - J ^ m t _ L . ^ ^ ^ rz ; ! rL nzz: 7i-r7;.. LI— ( L|=; — 1 1 1 1 1 — 1 — k— 1 1 1 -4 -ii J ^ 1 • j 1 m — S g— U- Who sometimes am a - fraid to die, ^ ip: Iff- ... Iff: .IS Be found at thy right hand? No. 20. Pleading for acceptance. 2 I love to meet thy people now, Before thy feet with them to bow, Though vilest of them all : But — can I bear the piercing tho’t? — What if my name should be left out, When thou for them shalt call ? 3 0 Lord, prevent it by thy giuce ; Be thou my only hiding-place, In this, th’ accepted day ; Thy pardoning voice, oh, let me hear, To still my unbelieving fear, I^'or let me fall, I pray. 4 Let me among the saints be found Whene’er the archangel’s trump shall sound. To see thy smiling face ; Then loudest of the crowd I’ll sing. While heaven’s resounding mansions ring With shouts of sovereign grace. — Ovington's Sel. 27 NETTLETON. 8s & 7s. Double. 3 — ii . :.-a?i- iziznijn : Db. Nettleton. ^ j ^ Fine. ■| ! ' '~l ^ j Come, thou fount of ev-ery bless-ing, Tune my heart to sing thy grace ; ) Streams of mer-cy, nev-er ceas-ing, Call for songs of loudest praise, f D. c. Praise the mount— I’m fix’d upon it ; Mount of thy re - deeming love. % 5=P=t|-:— 4=— D. a. Teach me some me - lo-dious son- net, Sung by flaming tongues a-hove ; =ff==P= Fo. 21. “ God is a spirit ; and they that worship him must worship him in spirit and in truth.'*'* 2 Here I’ll raise mine Ebenezer ; Hither by thy help I’m come ; And I hope, by thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home. Jesus sought me when a stranger, Wand’ring from the fold of God He, to rescue me from danger, Interposed his precious blood. 8 Oh ! to grace how great a debtor Daily I’m constrained to be ! Let thy goodness, like a fetter, Bind my wand’ring heart to thee : Prone to wander. Lord, I feel it, — Prone to leave the God I love ; Here’s my heart, oh, take and seal it ; Seal it for thy courts above. 28 ^^allovued ^ongs, Revised. GUIDE US, SHEPHEED. Ss, 7s & 4s. Wm. B. Bradbuby. 1 — I»- — ; — I — — 1 — ^ ^ — J — — g— 1-^ -j J Sav-iour, like a shepherd lead us, Much we need thy tend’rest care ; \ In thy pleasant pastures feed us. For our use thy folds pre-pare. f • j— -'I -[ 1 5-t-^ f- p— 1 ^ a-. J p- . » » jg__r.-zf -jg i i ' -( f- ^ ^ ^ 5^- -^-h — ^-1 -g— 1 13- p=:ff: m S ^ Blessed Iff; Iff: — a — jin — 1 ^ Je - BUS, Blessed Iff; ig: g Iff; ps® 1® W— 1 Je - BUS, T 'hou hast m jfB. bought us, thine v m ^ m — m jQ are ; rp *— n ; p- r i - r (-^rh /TN := 1 7^ — n — 1 j — II T\ II ^1 m 1 F~- Blessed Je - sus, Blessed Je - sus, Thou hast bought us, thine we are. e: :e. ^ ^ ^ ^b:r4e-|a- |-i® IS? m — n — ts — — Ho. 22. “ Saviour^ like a shepherd lead tisJ" 2 We are thine, do thou befriend us, Be the Guardian of our way ; Keep thy flock, from sin defend us, Seek us when we go astray. Blessed Jesus, Hear, oh, heUr us, when we pray. 3 Thou hast promised to receive us, Poor and sinful though we be ; Though hast mercy to relieve us, Grace to cleanse, and power to free. Blessed Jesus, We will early turn to thee. 4 Early let us seek thy favor, Early let us do thy will ; Blessed Lord and only Saviour, With thy love our bosom fill. Blessed Jesus, Thou hast loved us, love us stilL :iaUowed $ong$, Beuised. 29 NEARER, MY GOD, TO THEE. (Bethany.) 6s & 4s.* Dr. Lowell Mason. ^ — r , — ^ — 1 fl H “1 — 1 ■■ r ti ^ ' -fr 1. Near - er, my God, to thee, Near - er to thee ; E’en though it 1 ^ I p- ■ — s- - h— r- -f- t U j \ — t L_^ nj-nj — ^ !:=]— =i f= .g. '9 ^ • 23 — -^——<3 — J- -— 2?— T— iS>- -r No. 23. 1 — r-r _t — ^ l ^ — -i 2 Though like a wanderer, Daylight,. all gone, Darkness be over me My rest a stone, Yet in my dreams I’d be Nearer, my God, » ^ ^ Glo - ry. 3= 1 hon-or, j and sal - if-' t ^ 1* va - tion, ( £■ Ifhrist the Lord is come to re - SEE sign. 1= _p h-P^:p- pi - E=t 1 No I 28i “ The voice of mercy.^^ 2 See ! the storm of vengeance gath’ring O’er the path you dare to tread ; Hark ! the awful thunder rolling Loud and louder o’er your head. Turn to the Lord, &c. 3 Haste, O sinner ! to the Saviour^ Seek liis mercy while you may ; Soon the day of grace is over ; Soon your life will pass away. Turn to the Lord, &c. — Jieed. J^allowed ^ongs, Beuised. 35 COME, YE SIMNEES. Bo. 29. The invitation. Tone — “ Invitation." 1 Come, ye sinners, poor and needy, Weak and wounded, sick and sore ; Jesus ready stands to save you, Full of pity, love, and power : He is able. He is willing : doubt no more. Chorus. — Turn to the Lord and seek salvation ; Sound the praise of his dear name ; Glory, honor, and salvation, Christ the Lord is come to reign. 2 How, ye needy, come and welcome; God’s free bounty glorify ; True belief and true repentance, — Every grace that brings you nigh, — Without money. Come to Jesus Christ, and buy. Chorus. — Turn to the Lord, ■ g |g S r-^- K8. -i— § 1 ^ "^1 u - Let me be by grace restored ; On me be all long-suff Ting shown ; ^=frp;3=g=t^z=^f=rf«n:3:irnt No. 30. Humility atid contrition. 2 Saviour, Prince, enthroned above. Repentance to impart, Give me, through thy dying love, The humble, contrite heart : Give what I have long implored, A portion of thy grief unknown : Turn, and look upon me, r— sr-r ©a— Its ^ ^ \r^- V 1 1 ! j 1 r — — 1 II ^"Fs fl — s— t fold; lgi=J] ^ .gg. ^ > 1 1. I was a wandering ^ ^ — S0 — *- 5 sheep, I did not loye the 1*- — fc- ; F 1 ^ i ^ i 1=; :=l r-1^ 1 — 1 h — 1 — 1 1 II z^^zzS^nz:^ gii r 7^- I ( 1 ^1 lid not love my Shepherd’s voice, I would not be con- troll’d : -im- -f9- (S -a- -/»- ^ ig u — 1* — c — ■ r ^ t — U F-b==H-H i ^ r~^ I -f i— i^-g- -fczzS— u* was a wayward child, I did not love my -e -ff'—q®- -ff- ^ 0 home, -|B |C U r > F B ^ ie-H L-p^( U i-f, 1 — i h" — i ^ ^ 1 , C*— s=i=g= -^g‘— ^ — jB g— :g g I J ^ ^ sf e L. iZ I did not love my Father’s voice, I loved a - far to roam. ,=&=f=r -m — r^zn ^— ig =:j -1^-— w Ho. 31. 2 The Shepherd sought his sheep, The Father sought his child ; They followed me o’er vale and hill, O’er deserts waste and wild : They found me nigh to death, Famish’d, and faint, and lone ; They hound me with the hands of love, They .saved the wandering one. 3 Jesus my Shepherd is, ’Twas he that loved my soul, ’Twas he that washed me in his blood, ’Twas he that made me whole : ’Twas he that sought the lost, That found the wandering sheep, ’Twas he that hroueht me to the fold— ’Tis he that still doth keep. Bonar. !^aUowed $ongs, Revised. ARIEL. C. P. 1 I Dr. Lowell Mason. cres. ^ ^ ^ gj — @ — j- az=^-E 1. Oh, could I speak the matchless worth, Oh, could I sound the glories ^1 I ^ ! /r3 H-*— -1^ r~4 i-=r3 1-^ T-gT-S- I®;- » g • forth. Which in my Saviour shine ! j I’d soar, and touch the heavenly strings, -P- -!•- And vie with Gabriel, while he sings. In notes al - most di - vine. zr=l---=£z=J: In notes al - most di - vine. nt=:[zz=t=:l=^:^=i=; zpz=z. =[=B Tke unsearchable riches of Christ. Uo. 32. 2 I’d sing the precious blood he spilt, iMy ransom from the dreadful guilt I Of sin and wrath divine : ' rd sing his glorious righteousness, In which all perfect, heavenly dress My soul shall ever shine. 3 I’d sing the characters he bears, And all the forms of love he wears, Exalted on his throne : In loftiest songs of sweetest praise, I would to everlasting days Make all his glories known. 4 Well, the delightful day will come When my dear Lord will bring me home And I shall see his face ; Then with my Saviour, Brother, Friend, A blest eternity I’ll spend. Triumphant in his grace. — Medley, fallowed fongs, Beviaed. a9 AUTUMN. 8s & 7s. Double. Spanish, 1. Je - BUS, I my cross have taken, All to leave, and follow thee ; j J . ^ J - 07 1 I2^ZI=^ZI^Z=lZ : -r 1 r-i \ 1 - — el — 1— ' " ' j 1—— — ^ Nak - ed, D. s. Wait-ing 1 poor, despised, for for the Spirit’s r~l -4 \~J j _) fss: |ie g r 1 ^ •sak - en. Thou, frooi seal-ing. Longing ^ .J - 1 . -r-.. 1 hence, my all shal on - ly thine to -o- t be. be ^ • |e |«_ 1^"— ^ -1 — r-^ Chorus f to each verse. D.S. Here be- fore thine al - tar kneeling, Je-sus, Lord, I look to thee ; I >•5 J Jesus^ I my cross have taken. -t — r No. 33. Perish every fond ambition, All I’ve sought, or hoped, or known ; Yet how rich is my condition 1 God and heaven are still my own. 3. Let the world despise and leave me. They have left my Saviour, too ; Human hearts and looks deceive me ; Thou art not, like them, untrue : 4. And while thou shalt smile upon me, God of wisdom, love, and might, Poes may hate, and friends may scorn me; Show thy face, and all is bright. 5. Man may trouble and distress me, ’T will but drive me to thy breast ; Life with trials hard may press me. Heaven will bring me sweeter rest. 6 . Oh ! ’tis not in grief to harm me. While thy love is loft to me ; Ob ! ’twere not in joy to charm me. Were that joy uiimixed with thee.— Grant. 40 J^alIowe4 ^ongs, Revised. SICILIAN KYMN. 8s & 7s. ' -SB ^ 1 — - — ^ ^ — 4-^ 0 F T ^ ' ^ 1. Hark ! what mean those holy voic- es, Sweetly sounding thro’ the skies ? --- I^I r ^ -□ S— - If? LU L_U_U T — ^ T*^ -l-r- Lo ! th’an-gel- ic host re - joic-es j Heavenly hal - le - lu-jahs rise. Uo. 34. Peace on earth— good-ivill to men. 2 Listen to the wondrous story, Which they chant in hymns of joy : Glory in the highest, glory, Glory be to God most high ! 3 Peace on earth, good-will from heaven Reaching far as man is found ; Souls redeem’d, and sins forgiven ! — Loud our golden harps shall sound. 4 Christ is born, the great Anointed ; Heaven and earth his praises sing ; Oh, receive whom God appointed, For your Prophet, Priest, and King. 5 Hasten, mortals, to adore him ; Learn his name, and taste his joy; Till in heaven ye sing before him, — Glory be to God most high! — Cawood, fallowed ffongs, Bevise^. 41 CHEISTIAN UNION. Dr. Thos. Hastings.* Nov., 1^69. 4-4- 1. Churches be-low, with saints above, Will meet in one com-mu - nion ; rf=-T rP— rn r PZ - r^n :l=— f-tp- A =i=~ ■ 1 — fe=d: E] 1_. ze|zj ;gz-dj2^-H#g= i nion? Then, why not seek on earth to prove The power of clos- er u -I (S> W— 1^_ 1-^—- ' b^— • No. 35. 2 Together bound for higher spheres. Far from this earth’s commotion, — Fraternal love, ’mid smiles and tears, Should blend with our devotion. 8 Though diff’rent forms and diff’rent rites And methods are prevailing ; The love of Christ each soul invites To energies unfailing. 4 Could all the friends of Christ be found. With hearts and hands combining; How would the grace of God abound. And heavenly light be shining. 5 Welcome the day when we shall see Tliat union, firm and glorious ! Then shall the Gospel message be Through all the world victorious. * The venerable author, now having lived to see the Church of his choice united into one glorious Body {Old and New, School Presbyterian), adds another '•'‘legacy of his Harmony f in the above beautiful hymn of Christian Union. 42 [fallowed ^ongs, Bevised. BEAUTIFUL CEOSS. S. J. Vail. a- =g=g=g; S-t-5z| 1. Beauti- ful cross by faith I sec, Planted on Cal - va - ry for me ; N N 1 A 1 zi / \--\J ^ IZJ m ^ m ^ • ^ J V y ^ ^ 1 Cross of the suffering 1 Lamb of God, U nder thy j 1 )ressing v '^eight he nl« 9 • trod. U— U— Ui ii 0 h“K~1^Td _l — -^-v- ^81/ . Beauti- ful cross, so dear to me, Beauti- ful cross of Cal - va - ry. Bo. 36. 2 Beautiful faith that lifts me up, “Wliere T may taste the bitter cup ; Beautiful faith that bids me bear Crosses and ills, his love to share ; Beautiful faith, when tempest toss’d. ; Beautiful faith in Jesus’ cross. 3 Beautiful cross of Calvary, Oil ! bow my spirit clings to thee ; Beautiful faith that brings thee near ; Beautiful love that makes thee dear ; Beautiful cross, and faith, and love, Sending me up to heaven above. :^allowe4 ^ongs, Bevi$ed. 43 THESE IS AH HOUS. From the German, -J N-J I--T — s — — p^. I a? W~ 9 9 ax-v— » — — 9 1. There is an hour of peace - ful rest, To mourning wand’rers __ 9 1 N 9 9 « I 1 zzi^3=^:3=I •Sf- -t=Z^ J U ■J -S- given : There is a joy for souls distress’d, A balm for 0 0 Z I^ . — : t r- =::4= SeS as -^—9 g|i ^ S ^ ev - ery wounded breast, ’Tis found a - lone in heaven. — ’ ^r No. 37. 2 There is a home for weary souls By sin and sorrow driven, When toss’d on life’s tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise and ocean rolls, And all is drear but heaven. 8 There faith lifts up the tearless eye. To brighter prospects given ; And views the tempest passing by, The evening shadows quickly fly. And all serene in heaven. 4 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom. And joys supreme are given: There rays divine disperse the gloom j Beyond the conflnes of the tomb Appears the dawn of heaven. 44 ;^3llc>w$d Revised. LOVSD ONES &ONE BSPOEE. S. C. Fosteb. 1 -+^-r ^ j Oh, how When by n. 0 . W e shall sweet when we mingle wit faith we can see him and [ dwell with the angels, and -0~ h kindred spirits here. And feel his presence near. It L join their chorus song, Our r3 ^ ^ r -V — p ■■■■ k Fine. Chorus. — 1 ^ — N 1 — 1 r ^ li * d ® -H J . — -zi -iH — ® £ — l_g g — g — g ^ - g-i s L_(^ lU — p 4SL — 1 tell of Je-sus and his love; ) lifts our long-ing souls a - hove; ) We shall meet on the banks loved ones, loved ones gonebe-fore. 1^. ^ p m ^ ^ i U .1— L> La • _La J Q rr ■ 1 » 1 . • » 1^ n ui< i . V ^ ^ ^B.C. — s=s=-^s — of the riv - er, Hap-py, hap-py there for ev - er-more. - ^ ^ ^ ' S-- lZ?£b i 1 ^ 0 . 38 , 2 We are pilgrims to Zion, though trials we must bear, W e’ll count them blessings in disguise ; Though the cross may be heavy, the crown we soon shall wear In heaven, where pleasure never dies. Cho. — AV G shall meet on the banks, — 1 p-4 1 Ah ■ J J- - S • *' » ,_S. « • ■ ■ 1 .SP ■■■ a, ^ ^ 9 • 9 There’ll he no part - ing, There’ll he no part - ing there. 1* * 1^ - ^ - ft * fm fs * ^ £ ^19 m - GS — • lim Mt -jm m p p — — r r ^ ^r— r No. 44. A better country^ that is, an Jteavenlyi^' 2 I love to think of the heavenly land, Where my Redeemer reigns, Where rapturous songs of triumph rise, In endless, joyous strains.— 8 I love to think of the heavenly land, The saints’ eternal home, Wkere palms, and robes, and crowns ne’er fade. And all our joys are one. — Refrain, 4 I love to think of the heavenly land. The greetings there we’ll meet, The harps— the songs forever ours— The walls— the golden streets.— 5 I love to think of the heavenly land. That promised land so fair. Oh, how my raptured spirit longs To he forever there.— Hallowed $ongs, Bevieed. 51 MISSIONABY HYMN. 7s & 6s. Dr. Lowell Mason. pl— J— itq -1 -1 -1-n — 1 * - 4 n ^ a)' "--ai i 1 . .1 Where A - fric’s sun - ny fount - ains Roll down their golden si ^ ^ ^ ^ m ^ ^ -(»- P i?- ^ -! and; 7^- S . ..Li .B5 ^ CE m _ 1 " 1 1 tzz; Iz tzz: U 1 {g 1 ^ _| ._4 -1 —J 1 ^ - Cd H* -1 1 ^ From -p — ^ ^ — g-4 many an an- cient riv - J ^ ^ r ^ - er, From man-y a palmy S i i plain, 1 ^ -£ J. a :e T fdL ^ t -1 „ 1 ^’u " ' ^ — R 1® 1® — 1 — p* — » — -i 1 ^-j & K 1® j— 1 t --J 1 1-.--! 1 H r -n , I . de - liv - er Their land from er - ror’s chain. They call us to s J Fo. 45. The cry of the heathen. % What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o’er Ceylon’s isle ; Though every prospect pleases And only man is vile : In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown ; The heathen in his blindness Bows down to wood and stone. 3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted With wisdom from on high, Shall we to men benighted The lamp of life deny ? Salvation ! — O salvation 1 The joyful sound proclaim, Till earth’s remotest nation Has learn’d Messiah’s name. 4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story. And you, ye waters, roll. Till, like a sea of glory. It spreads from pole to pole : Till o’er our ransom’d nature The Lamb for sinners slain, Eedeemer, King, Creator, ^ In bliss returns to reign, — Heber. 52 IjJallowed $ongs, Revised. WEBB. 26th P. -A ~A , ! n -1 ^ 1— r 1 -1 —1 f -4 ^ 1. The morning li ^ ^ ^K-4:— 1 1 — 1 ^ ^ ^ — ght is breaking; The m ^—r-B — n—^— [ ^ BV w w ai— darkness dis-ap-j f. s: 1 Dears ; r-g : 4— ® ® — 1 1 i '^ \ 0 ^ — t r 1 i- ^ -I — 1- 1 — — P— •s ^ Fine, ^ ; ^ ! -©I—; e« 1 &, — I ^ ^ — |— ea-* @ H — » The sons of earth are wak - ing To pe - ni - ten-tial tears : D. s. Of na-tionsin com - mo - tion, Prepared for Zi- on’s war. -1^— t r i -JS— 1 1- ^D.8. w IE Each breeze that sweeps the ocean Brings tidings from a - far I' l J J - i; Uo. 46. “ O be joyful in the Lord,, all ye lands 2. 3. See heathen nations bending Before the God we love, And thousand hearts ascending In gratitude above ; While sinners, now confessing. The gospel call obey, And seek the Saviour’s blessing- A nation in a day. Blest river of salvation. Pursue thy onward way ; Flow thou to every nation, Nor in thy richness stay ; Stay not till all the lowly Tiiumphant reach their home : Stay not till all the holy Proclaim — “ The Lord is come !” J^allowed fongs, Revised. 53 WATCHMAN. Wm. B. Bradbuet. E&= - 1 • ^ ^ « 1 _ ^ j Watchman, tell me, does the morning I Have the signs that mark its coming ^ — J — ,S' -g- Of fair Zi - on’s glo - ry dawn ? ) Yet up - on my pathway shone ? ) I T^—r EEE 3=:J=g^:=3: Pil-grim, yes, a - rise, look round thee 1 Light is breaking in the skies ; m=fS=^=p$zt=$=S^S=ri Pi ■ =S=P^- Spurn the un - be-lief that bounds thee ; Morning dawns — arise, a - rise I -;-g— g— g-rf- psSrl-fF T No. 47. 2 Pilgrim in that golden city. Seated on his jasper throne, Zion’s King, arrayed in beauty. Reigns in peace form zone to zone ; There, on verdant hills and mountains. Where the golden sunbeams play. Purling streams and crystal fountains „ Sparkle in th’ eternal day. 3 Pilgrim, see! the light is beaming Brighter still upon thy way ; Signs thro’ all the earth are gleaming. Omens of the coming day, When the last loud trumpet, sounding, Siiall awake from earth and sea All the saints of God now sleeping, Clad in immortality. 4 Watchman, lo I the laud w’e’re nearing, With its vernal fruits and flowers. On just yonder ; oh, how cheering Bloom forever Eden’s bowers ! Hark ! the choral strains there ringing, Wafted on the balmy air ; See the millions ! hear them singing ! Soon the pilgrims will be there. 54 ^tallowed $ong$, Revised. NO SOEEOW THEBE. Dunbar. N-, 'ESEES=*Ete * ^ ® ' (• 1. And may I still get there ? Still reach the heavenly shore ? Cho. There’ll be no sor - row there, There’ll be no sor - row there ; It iS= -*LV fct=p=fch:F|: :^=az B. C. Chorus. land for ev - er bright and fair, Where sorrow reigns no more heaven above, where all is love, There’ll be no sorrow there. — r I No. 48. “ Where the wicked cease from iroudUng^ and the weary are at rest.'*' I 2 Shall I, unwor^y T, P To fe^r ai^ doubt^g given, Mount up at Mst, and hkppy fly On angcTs wings to heaven ? Cho. — There’ll be no sorr(|gp,^ere, &e. 8 Hail, love diviperand ^ure, Hail, mer^y from tl^e skies ! My h(mes are bright, . and now secure, Upborne by faith I rise. « Cho. — ^There’ll be no, sorrow there, W Ip Un-heed - ing the splen-dor that p — — 1-=i— 1--5 P— ^ !I — i 1 ^ .. ... 7 blazed on the board, She si - lent- ly knelt at the feet of the Lord. No. 51. 2 The frown anS the murmur w^ent round through them all. That one so uuliallowod should tread in that hall ; And some said the poor would be objects more meet, As the wealth of her perfume she showered on his feet. 3 She heard but the Saviour — she spoke but with tears ; She dared not look up to the Heaven of his eyes, And the hot tears gushed forth at each heave of her breast, As her lips to his sandals were throbbingly pressed. In the sky after tempest, as shineth the bows, In the glare of the sunbeams as melteth the snows, He looked on the lost one, “ her sins were forgiven.” And Mary went forth in the beauty of heaven. * I^rom the “ Song CroiunJ'’' 58 fallowed ^ongs, Eevi$ed. WOODLAIID. C. M. N. T>. Gould. I^E BEfcg; izi^zir^z :^— :zi^ 1. There is an hour of peaceful rest, To mourn- ing wanderers :^zzzi^=:p==b=q=J:=;=t=i[==P-b=F^=^=,§:=S:= i; r- =[== H — i ! -! f-J -4^ -J —I — |- w 1 1 1'^ 1 ^ — ^ ^ M ^ given ; There is a joy for souls distress’d, A 1 1 -f5- i : S ^ fS * ^ p^. ^ -p.; . M- ■ ^ =rq -J H^-1 n-H 1 balm for ev - ery wounded breast, — ’Tis found a - bove in 1 leaven. o -- ...... __ - Na 52. i The land of rest. r t 1 -- r- 2 There is a home for weary souls By sin and sorrow driven, When tossed on life’s tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise and ocean rolls, And all is drear but heaven. 3 There faith lifts up the tearless eye, To brighter prospects given ; And views the tempest passing by, The evening shadows quickly fly. And all serene in heaven. 4 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom, And joys supreme are given ; There rays divine disperse the gloom; Beyond the confines of the tomb Appears the dawn of heaven. — Tappan» J^allowed $ongs, Bevised. 69 ENON’S ISLE. 8 s. HoulDle. I. B. Woodbury. r-l P>— ) r-l !— J r-4 j ^ 1. Oh, ^ D. c. Where mTs-^ vhen shall we sweetly rei saints our Immanu - el i ^ ^_£_s= — nove, sing, :t=“ Oh, \ And ~| vhen shall w che-rub and — ig — e enter our ] ser-aph a - c jn 'f ■ ^ — 0 [•est,— lore ? 1 > r i ' K-\-r-A 1 ! -r- M ^ — ■ 1 ==]= -1 ! U Re- turn to the Zi - on a - hove, The moth-er of spirits distress’d _ -!«- -P- Fi!-^ 1 — 1 1 1 1 1 ^-p-i — 1 -J u H T Zl-g i-g- -•-d !-:-g -HU zSzzi^.zzg — - :^zzrNi=^z -v~r Ho. 53. And to he with Christy which is /ar better^ 2 But angels themselves cannot tell The joys of that holiest place, Where Jesus is pleased to reveal The light of his heavenly face : When, caught in the rapturous flame, The sight beatific they prove ; And walk in the light of the Lamb, Enjoying the beams of his love. 8 Thou know’st in the spirit of prayer We long thy appearing to see, Resign’d to the burden we bear. But longing to triumph with thee : ’Tis good at thy word to be here ; ’Tis better in thee to be gone. And see thee in glory appear, And rise to a share in thy throne. — C. Wesley, 60 EE PLEUEY. 8 s. Double. _l^ N.J_n_4_^.^_ j!s»_ 9 It. j— P N N-pJ— ^ 5--K=]:=P :s;fc ':g=r « & iP flp-' H ^■ Fine. ’-^— ^ds»— 2^ — w — ^ — m — »-*-- — “ ^ ^ — ^_^ii_ 1. How te - dious and tasteless the hours When Je - 6 US no longer I seel D.c. ButwhenI am hap-py in him, De -cemher’s as pleasant as May. I r- v I=q:= :iti=: : :g=:| Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flowers, Have all lost their sweetness to [me;- 1«— rSizfg=r ' fc=rta= r?=g=?=S=rt A I if. : 3 _g_S— S— g— 5 - ~~ ZM i ILJ i 1 The midsummer sun shines but dim. The fields strive in vain to look gay ; 15 Jg. .g . -p . -g- No. 54. ll-suffi,ciency of Jesus. 2 His Name yields the richest perfume, And sweeter than music his voice ; His presence disperses my gloom, And makes all within me rejoice ; I should, were he always thus nigh. Have nothing to wish or to fear ; No mortal so Happy as I, — My summer would last all the year. 3 Content v/ith beholding his face, My all to his pleasure resign’d. No changes of season or place Would make any change in my mind : While blest with a sense of his love, A palace a toy would appear ; And prisons would palaces prove, If Jesus would dwell wnth me there. 4 Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine. If thou art my sun and my song. Say, why do I languish and pine y And why are my winters so long ? O drive these dark clouds from my sky ; Thy soul-cheering presence restore ; Or take me to thee up on high. Where winter and clouds are no more.— IjJaUowed $ong$, Revised. 61 OAK. 6s & 4s. Dr. L. Mason. =N:: ^4=i=s=5-F =5!- si_i^5= i 1. I’m but a Btran - ger here, Heaven is my home ; Earth is ^^-i=t=zz=[z=t=:= 4-=F zg— fa:— p E^=EEF^E VA P— =1 -\ 1 1 F — M ] 1 1 ' " ra — — m — 1 1 1 api . ^ ^ 1 r r ^ »- j9 ^ ^ des - ert drear, Heaven is my home ; Dan - ger and sor - row stand, -g- =?= Bound me on ev-ery hand ; Heav’n is my fath-er-land, Heav’n is my home. 1 1- S=4==H- ~No. 55. Heaven is my home. 2 . What though the tempest rage, Heaven is my home ; Short is my pilgrimage, Heaven is my home. Time’s cold and wintry blast Soon will be overpast; I shall reach home at last, Heaven is my home. 3. There, at my Saviour’s side. Heaven is my home ; I shall be glorified, Heaven is my home. There are the good and blest, Those I loved most and best. There too, I soon shall rest, Heaven is my home. 62 Itallovwed $ong8, Bevised. CHRIST AT THE WHEEL. DEDICATED TO PHILIP PHILLIPS. With great Expression, F. C. Gough. -SI— P- II' - I i ' ~ 1. When on the o-cean’s troubled wave, Up- on the deck I kneel, And call up -on my Lord to save, — I know he’s at the wheel. I ppjzzr^jzzijz -i — — r No. 56. 2 That through the tempest he will guide My soul as deems him best ; Bear up my life on raging tide. And land me with the blest. 3 With loving care will lead me o’er The dangers of the way, And to me open wide the door Which leads to endless day. 4 Though on the waters or the land, I may be tempest toss’d, He holds the rudder in his hand, That I may not be lost. 5 The helmsman of redeeming grace, Who with his life did seal Salvation to a dying race, Is ever at the wheel. — W. H. Phillips, 3^alloujed ^ongs, Revised. 63 LYONS. 6s&5s. Hatdn. r-^ 1 1 ^ — r-J 1-4 J 4 i=B= r-J -i r -» « 1. Tho’ troubles as - r— ^ s bs — a a_ sail, and dangers affrigl ^ ^ ®-T it, Th 1 o’ frie -J-n — jlS> — [j gj,' isEL jnds should all r=-« F I i ~ 1 ‘ 4 ^ — r ^ ■ -r- r r- 1 ■ ^ zz;3z IZ^= :=1=fa=: fail, and foes all u - nite, Yet one thing se - cures us, what- ._fd «— r-«! f? n— r~» — ^ ^ ^T-^- ev- er be-tide. The promise assures us, — The Lord will provide. r^- T^e — m- r^- fcss= Uo. 57. T/ie Lord 'will provide. 2 The birds, without barn or storehouse, are fed ; From them let us learn to trust for our bread : His saints what is fitting shall ne’er be denied, So long as ’tis written, — The Lord will provide, 8 When Satan appears to stop up our path. And fills us with fears, we triumph by faith ; He ca,nnot take from us (though oft he has tried) The heart-cheering promise, — The Lord will provide, 4 He tells us we’re weak, — our hope is in vain ; The good that we seek we ne’er shall obtain : But when such suggestions our graces have tried, This answers all questions, — The Lord will, provide. — Newton* 64 l^tallowed Bevi$e4. I'M A PILGEIM. 9:g h _4N ^ 1 H A j3 1 fr pc 'i®- m ■ -j— «l --gJ 0{ n ' ' ■ s a ■■ "isi " 1 V i - 1 ^ j- ^ Iff & ^ a? I can tar-ry but a night ; Do not de-tain me, for I am h ^ -a * -f*- -f- -?®- ^ ^ a ytt ^ m n . q ^ ^ — ^_L 1 L-t } ^ ITOi 58i pilgrim and stranger. 2 There the glory is ever shining ; I am longing, I am longing for the sight ; Here in this country so dark and dreary, I have been wand’ring forlorn and weary. I’m a pilgrim, and I’m a stranger ; I can tarry. I can tarry but a night. S There’s the city to which I journey ; My Redeemer, my Redeemer is its light ; There is no sorrow, nor any sighing, There is no sin there, nor any dying. I’m a pilgrim, and I’m a stranger ; I can tarry, I can tarry but a night Itallowed $ongs, Revised. 65 THEEE IS JOY POE YOU. S. J. Vail.* I 2d. 1st. J Chorus, jP -J — j 1 — |- — j— : 1 n — ’ — M — 1 ^ ^ — -#i ■ !— ^ -s- ^ HI wedding robes arrayed. There is joy for the ransomed, There is joy for the 1 1 h -fe- -t# . to -p- p- » -to I _] ^ 1 L_U L| P— tr-iJ 1 i pj-si H p— d— -1 p,-,; -J -Vp -A 1 • — :■ v;;- j -q ’ 52 1 -S- * 1 ransomed, There is joy for the ra ^ -!»-• -fg- - usomed. There is ^ joy foi I — I you. L -k-r L_I — _J No. 59. 2 Let me drink sweet draughts of mercy From the fountain flowing free, Let me drink and live forever Where my Saviour I may see. — Cho, 8 Tell me not, ye weary-laden, There is nought but sorrow here, For the Lord hath sent his angels, And his chosen need not fear. — Cho. 4 Keep your lamps well trimmed and burnmg And the wedding garments on. For there’s none that know the moment Of the coming of the Son. — Oho.—Mhrs. M. A, Kidder.^ ^om “ Chapel Melodies.''' 5 66 fallowed ^ong$, !K^$vised. UNITY. 6s & 5s. Dr. Lowell Mason. f S— 3E 1. When shall we meet a - gain ?— Meet ne’er to sev-er? — m~ ,'4, _] h -IS 1 - — js 1^-] -A -X-jj ^s=3--s-=i-^ -g— i-zi— When will peace wreathe ^ Iff: 3?: q her chain i Round us for '1®- ev - er? h ^ ^ P fa EiE Our hearts will ne’er re - pose Safe from each blast that blows -f: -f: ^ fi 3?: -ft I ^3zi}:— : = n^3ir= =l=: In this dark vale of woes — Nev-er — no, nev- er ! ' - - - - : _ No. 60. Reunion in heaven. 2 When shall love freely flow Pure as life’s river ? When shall sweet friendship glow Changeless forever? Where joys celestial thrill, Where bliss each heart shall fill, And fears of parting chill, Never — no, never ! 3 Up to that world of light Take us, dear Saviour; May we all there unite. Happy forever : Where kindred spirits dwell, There may our music swell, And time our joys dispel, Never — no, never ! 3^allowed Revised. 67 MOUNT VEENON * 8s & 7s. r n — ’ 1 — C_D_^ — ^ .g 1. Sister, thou wast mild and lovely, Gen-tle as the summer breeze, II I I L =4=i --i- m. Pleasant as the air of evening, When it floats among the trees. — If- ilazz:(*z ^1 — ^ — I — r No, 61. 2 Peaceful be thy silent slumber. Peaceful in the grave so low ; Thou no more wilt join our number. Thou no more our songs shalt know. 3 Dearest sister, thou hast left us, Here thy loss we deeply feel. But ’tis God that hath bereft us. He can all our sorrow heal. 4 Yet again we hope to meet thee. When the day of life is fled, Then, in heaven, with joy to greet thee, Where no farev/ell tear is shed I * This tune may he suny as a Duet hy Treble voices. 68 fallowed ^ongs, Revised. IVES. 7s. Double. Arranged by E. Ives. 1. Who are these in bright ar-ray, ' ^ ^fihis ex - ult - ing, ] 3 — ** — i' ^ bgz^_-^ U tiap - py throng, p 4....1 k4- t— Li 1 f— U 1 4--..i U ■ r ■■ ti? 1 — “ Mi # Fine, zgz '*'* I •(*■ II I ' I Round the al - tar night and day, Hymning one tri - umphant song ? D. s. Wis-dom, rich-es to oh - tain, New do - min-ion ev - ery hour. 1 — — r — «_!-:zzv-f=p-±^— — t T 1" , ^ Worth -y is the Lamb, once slain, Bless-ing, hon - or, glo - ry, power, ^-P -E:. jEi :Sz No. 62. Perfect love dispels all fears. 2 . These through fiery trials trod ; These from great afliictions came ; Now, before the throne of God, Sealed with his almighty name : Clad in raiment pure and white, Victor palms in every hand: Thro’ their great Redeemer’s might, More than conquerors they stand. 3. Hunger, thirst, disease unknown, On immortal fruits they feed: Then the Lamb, amidst the throne, Shall to living fountains lead : Joy and gladness banish sighs : Perfect love dispels all fears ; And forever from their eyes, God shall wipe away, their tears. Alontg ornery. ^^allowed ^ongs, Revised. 69 HOMEWAED BOUND. :g^g:zt^: t J. W. Dadmuk. _J_n__| zs;=i=s=: Out on an o - cean^.uil bcp.ndless we ride, We’re homeward Toss’don the waves ofj^ a rough rest - less tide, We’re homeward D. c.Prom-ise of which on^tis each he bestowed. We’re homeward J - - - ^ ^ .- 1 - Fine. ~E^zz:iH~^zzr.tf~^ig~ Z«ZiEZiZ bound, homeward bound I I ^ i bound, homeward bound 1 ) from the safe, qui - et hai - bor we m bound, homeward bound J li ^ !- ,D. G. r^e. Seek - ing our Fa - ther’s *e - les* - tlal a - bode. E§ No. 63. Homeward hound. 2 Wildly the storm sweeps us on as it roars ; We’re homeward bound; Look I yonder lie the bright heavenly shores ; We’re homeward bound ; Steady 1 O pilot ! stand firm at the wheel, Steady I we soon shall outweather the gale. Oh I how we fly ’neath the loud creaking sail. We’re homeward bound. 3 We’ll tell the world as we journey along. We’re homeward bound ; Try to persuade them to enter our throng, We’re homeward bound. Come, trembling sinner, forlorn and oppressed. Join in our number, oh, come and be ble^ Journey with us to the mansions of rest. We’re homeward bound. 4 Into the harbor of heaven now we glide. We’re home at last Softly we drift on its bright silver tide. We’re home at last; Glory to Gbd ! all our dangers are o’er ; We stand secure on the glorified shore. Glory to God 1 we will shout evermore. We’re at home at last. Bev. W. F. Warrm, 70 i^allowed $ongs, Kevise4. MEELIN. 7s, 6s & 7s. Dr. L. Mason. -4- — f j»- Lo I we lift our long - ing eyes, Break, ye in - ter - ven-ing skies I fea^CIZ --p I 1 »- ■ iP— ^ ^ : 0i — 9 ® ^ ■~*“r ^ > 1 ' Sons of righteousness, a - rise. ^ Ope the gates of Par - a - dise. -tP f «- P g— tr 1^ — p_ p -1^ • ■ ■ L-j ^ (_ ^ ^ |K T/te great salvation. No. 64, 2 Floods of everlasting light ! Freely flash before him ; Myriads, with supreme delight, [ Instantly adore him ; Angels trumps resound his fame ; Lutes of lucid gold proclaim All the music of his name ; Heaven echoing the theme. 3 Four-and-twenty elders rise From their princely station ; Shout his glorious victories, Sing the great salvation; Cast their crowns before his throne. Cry, in reverential tone, Glory be to God alone, Holy! Holy! Holy One. 4 Hark ! the thrilling symphonies Seem, methinks, to seize us ; Join we, too, the holy lays— Jesus, Jesus, Jesus ! Sweetest sound in seraph’s song. Sweetest note on mortal tongue, Sweetest carol ever sung — Jesus, Jesus, flow along. i^allowed fongs, Revised. 71 PEBDEEICK. 11s. Geo. EiNG^BT. ^=^.^=8= i: 1. I would not live al- way ; I ask not to stay Where storm aft - er U 1^- =?E^ storm ris - es dark o’er the way ; The few lu - rid mornings that =?s= dawn on us here Are e - nough for life’s joys, full e-nough for its cheer. No. 65. / ivcmld not live alway. 2 I -would not live alway ; no — welcome the tomb 1 Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom : There sweet be my rest till he bid me arise, To hail him in triumph descending the skies. 3 Who, who would live alway, away from his God — Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode. Where rivers of pleasure flow bright o’er the plains, And the noontide of glory eternally reigns ? 4 There saints of all ages in harmony meet. Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet; ' While anthems of rapture unceasingly roll. And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul. — MuJdenhurg, 72 fallowed ^ongg, Beviaed. SHINIITG SHORE. Geo. F. Root. ::tN— iiH !—•(= I ^ 1. My days are glid- ing swift-ly by, And I, a pilgrim stranger, Would T -t*— t- I Fine. 9- not de - tain them as they fly— Those hours of toil and dan - ger. .just be -fore the shin-ing shore We may al-most dis-cov-er. M. No. 66. The shining shore. 2 Well gird our loins, my brethren dear, Our heavenly home discerning : Our absent Lord has left us word, Let every lamp be burning. For now we stand, «_^xr _ r\\% Qy-v%* ^ •* • ( Wliere, in all the bright for-ev - er, ria=?=:p= ■ ^ Sor-row ne’er shall {Omit. ^ -9- -m- ^ r l*-r |g- •)i ^ 2— -U No. 73. Vows remembered and renewed. 2 O happy bond, that seals my vows To him who merits all my love ; Let cheerful anthems fill his house, While to that sacred shrine I move. 3 ’Tis done, the great transaction’s done, I am my Lord’s, and he is mine ; He drew me, and I follow’d on. Charm’d to confess the voice divine. 4 Now rest, my long-divided heart ; Fix’d on this blissful centre, rest ; Nor ever from thy Lord depart : With him of every good possess’d. 5 High Heaven, that heard the solemn vow, That vow renew’d shall daily hear. Till in life’s latest hour I bow. And bless in death a bond so ^^d^c.—BoMndge. 80 ■;^allov«e5 ^ongs, Revised. SAFE WITHIN THE VAIL. Arr. by J. C. Middleton. ^ J — S.J^ _4 -j — ^ -J — -4S- 1. “ Land a - head I” Its fruits are waving O’er the hills of fadeless S— ^ — ^~i green ; r| — — ~n I^SeI r ^ — ■ — “ — ! — [ — 1 f" “ n : — 1 — IS — ” — “ — 1 -ZS-J 4— n J _l _h_j ^ ..a'.,.. S±S_3_S_:S_ ZS=-*^ : J : s=p- — ap And tte liv - ing wa-ters lav - ing Shores where heav’nly forms are seen. m Chorus* 1___I h _ ^ I 1 . ^ 1 K _ _J Z«ziz3e_iJ 1 A \ 1 1 i 1 Bp»| ,_d /l J S ■ ^ ipl,— ^ ^ — si — si— 4 |l « 4 V 12 2 — :i w ) - - ^ 1 ^ Kocks and storms I’U fear no more, When on ^ 1 -«• ® ® H that e - ter - nal s! At At. (1 hore. tTV ^ pi i»-p — i — r^r t 0 i- 1 ti, J — t -i— r ;sr=gr zSiz L.J -4 — u _i — ] — I am safe within the vail. ^ ■«- -*■ Drop the an - chor I furl the sail I g— ^zpg — lo. 74. pMixIaz I ! 2 Onward, bark ! the cape I’m rounding, See, the blessed wave their hands ; Hear the harps of God resounding From the bright immortal bands. 4 3 There, let go the anchor, riding On this calm and silv’ry bay ; Sea-ward fast the tide is gliding. Shores in sunlight stretch away. Now we’re safe from all temptation, All the storms of life are past ; Praise the Eock of our salvation, We are safe at home at last I fallowed fongs, Revised. 81 HARWELL. & 7s. Dr. Lowell Mason. ^ Fine. SEEg^ll ^ «-j- - (Hail, my ev - er blessed Je - bus I On - ly thee I wish to sing; ) * ( To my soul thy name is precious, Thou my Prophet, Priest, and King. ( D. c. Love I much, Pve much forgiv - en— I’m a mir - a - cle of grace I p^A-*--=«--S =t: 1 — ^ — Ns — ^ ^ ' r-J— i-n - ^ a L. ^ ^ ' ^ g -^-g- Z Lf_ |_U_ Oh, what mercy flows from heaven ! Oh, what joy and happiness I .m. .fSL -m- -m- 1 h ^ ^ ! L-»- m — » — !•— — w— • -j — : - *-r U “i — r 4 — 1^ — Oh, whatmer - cyflowsfromheavenlOh, what joy and happi-ness I No. 75. Blessed Jesus. 2 Once with Adam’s race in ruin, Unconcerned in sin I lay ; Swift destruction still pursuing. Till my Saviour passed that way. Witness, all ye host of heaven, My Redeemer’s tenderness ; Love I much, I’ve much forgiven — I’m a miracle of grace ! 3 Shout, ye bright, angelic choir, Praise the Lamb enthroned above, Whilst, astonished, I admire God’s free grace and boundless love. That blest moment I received him, Filled my soul with joy and peace ; Love I much, I’ve much forgiven — I’m a miracle of grace ! 6 82 i^allowed $cmg8, Bevieed. SLTHAM. 7s. Double. Dr. Lowell Mason. - j Hast-en, Lord, the glorious time, When, beneath Mes-si - ah’s sway, 1 Ev - ery na - tion, ev - ery clime. Shall the gos- pel call o - bey. f & =i=S=f^ ^ 1 1 ^ ,.| >Ti-« 1-4 N--i— — f^~~n ’ — ^ - ^ jij __ — r » — !• — \m (S> r- ‘r - — h -t- Lj ^ - r —r " n pj— 4 pi 1 1 a : N-i 5- o 9 W C? • ' 1 Sa - tan and his host, o’ ^ ^ ^ t r i ^ erthrown. Bound in chains, shall hurt no more. _ 1 - ' -P- pi— m — P 9 1 i 1 -S5 — F“ L _i ^ [ 1 1 1 No. 76. Chrises universal reign. 2 Then shall wars and tumults cease ; Then be banished grief and pain ; Kighteousness, and joy, and peace, Undisturbed, shall ever reign. Bless we, then, our gracious Lord ; Ever praise his glorious name ; All his mighty acts record, — All his wondrous love proclaim. fallowed fongs, IKevised. 83 THE FAETHEH SHOEE. S. J. Vail. 1. When we pass thro’ yon-der riv - er, When we reach the farth-er shore, -^-S- ‘=Si=.'^tz ?=z=|*= There’s an end of war for - ev - er ; We shall see our foes no more : (S. ^ 5=6= All our con - diets then shall cease, All our con-flicts then shall cease, 0 .2 :— feznz:t=$z:z: ^ -g— g— j — »l- — ^ tr ^ • 6 -S- Follow’d by e - ter - nal \ )eace. 1=1— B- > W t ^ 1” 3. When we gain the heavenly regions, When we touch the heavenly shore— Blessed thought — no hostile legions Can alarm or trouble more : B: Far beyond the reach of foes, :1 We shall dwell in sweet repose. No. 77. 2 . After warfare, rest is pleasant ; Oh, how sweet the prospect is ! Though we toil and strive at present. Let us not repine at this ; 11: Toil, and pain, and conflict past, :1! All endear repose at last. 4. O that hope ; how bright, how glorious 1 ’Tis his people’s blest reward ; In the Saviour’s strength victorious. They at length behold their Lord : 11: In his kingdom they shall rest, :1| In his love be fuUy blest. 84 3{laUow$d ^ong$, Revised. STAND UP POE JESUS. Semi- Chorus, Moderato. Asa Hull.* -S- f 1. Stand up for Jesus, Christian, stand I Firm as a rock on ocean’s strand I r r 1 f I - 1^ t ! tri i 1 — 1— — [ I— \ J r-i' ^ ^ N 1 A_J^ ^ ^ ^ ^ — ^ Beatbackthe waves of sin that roll, ! i w Like raging floods, arc (undthy sou 11 Full Chorus, A little faster. Unison, ] I Stand up for Je - sus, no-bly standJ Firm as a rock on ocean’s strand I -J- J N ^|4 PI.: ! ,. ' j — ! — jl W $ g;: -g- $- ^ Stand up, his righteous g— g-g=f-- E>-^— gd 1 cause defend ; _ -- e ; Stand up for Je - sus, y( J , _E ^ ^ ^ our best Friend. L ^_l £,..4— p No. 78. 2 Stand up for Jesus, Christian, stand I Sound forth his name o’er sea and land ! Spread ye his glorious Word abroad, Tifl all the world shall own him L^rd I — Chorus, 3 Stand up for Jesus, Christian, stand ! Lift high the cross with steadfast hand ! Till-heathen lands with wondering eye Its rising glory shall descry. — Chorus, 4 Stand up for Jesus, Christian, stand I Soon with the blest immortal band We’ll dwell for aye, life’s journey o’er. In realms of light on heaven’s bright shore,— Chxmu, ♦ From “ S. S. Casket^'' by permission. l^allowed ^ongs, Revised. 85 TALMAE. 8s & 7s. I. B. Woodbury. 2z=^:zzp: 1. Listen to the gen-tle promptings Of the Spir-it’s warning voice ; 1. Listen to the gen-tle promptings Of the Spir-it’s warning voice ; Will ye heed his solemn warnings ? Can ye slight his wondrous love ? Will ye heed his solemn warnings ? Can ye slight his wondrous love ? No. 79. 2 Sweetly calling on the erring, Pardons offered without price ; Come, and round the altar kneeling, Oh, receive the offered grace. 3 Joy and hope the troubled conscience Will allay with soothing peace ; Press ye, then, to realms of glory ; Run with joy the offered race. 4 Hesitate no longer, sinner, Lest the Spirit, sad and grieved. Should forsake thee now and ever, Never more to be deceived. 86 i^allowed $o» 98 , Bevi$e4. WILL YOU GO? No. 80. IVillyougo? 2 'We’re going to walk the plains of light ; Will you go ? Far, far from the curse of death and night ; Will you go ? The crown of life we then shall wear, The conqueror’s palm we then shall bear, And all the joys of heaven we’ll share ; Will you go ? 3 The way to heaven is straight and plain ; Will you go ? Repent, believe, be born again ; Will you go ? The Saviour cries aloud to thee. Take up your cross and follow me. And thou shalt my salvation see.” Will you go ? 4 Oh, could I hear some sinner say, '‘I will go;” Oil, could I hear him humbly pray “ Make me go And all his old companions tell, “ I will not go with you to hell, I long with Jesus Christ to dwell ; Let me go. j^allowe4 ^ongs, !K.evise4. 87 SWEET LAND OF REST. uJ t, ' . I i ( Sweet land of rest, for thee I sigh I When will the mo - ment come, ( And dwell with Christ at home, And dwell with Christ at home ; And dwell with Christ at home ; I And dwell with Christ at home, f F — * m— U 1 — _| U — No. 81. Sweet land of rest. 2 No tranquil joys on earth I know, No peaceful, sheltering dome ; This world’s a wilderness of woe, :||: This world is not my home ; This world’s a wilderness of woe, This world is not my home. 3 To Jesus Christ I sought for rest, He bade me cease to roam ; But fly for succor to his breast, :||: And he’d conduct me home; :||: But fly for succor to his breast, And he’d conduct me home. 4 Weary of wand’ring round and round This vale of sin and gloom, I long to leave th’ unhallowed ground, :||: And dwell with Christ at home ; :|1: I long to leave th’ unhallowed ground. And dwell with Christ at home. 88 fallowed $o«gs, !K.evised. LOVE DIVINE. J. H. Wilcox. --A 1 — SESEBflES ■I — I — r _ 1. Love di- vine, all love ex - cell - ing, J oy of heaven, to earth come down I -t — t- -i — ^ — -1- :ziti — igz y-j- -J — ^ ^ -S--3- • |— r r Fix in us thy humble dwell-ii ^-r ^ •--r^ • (9 i Irl ig; 2. Jzi^zzit: All thy -f ^ faith - ful mercies crown ; Eg :-£-^-£-Tg-B II -4 1-j =S-^-3— S— S- Je- BUS, thou art all comj -g: '-t ^ >as ' sion, 1 --e- ?ure, uni J 1 ^ 1 1 ^ V -W - )ound-ed love thou art ; \-\\ .(22. . .. g:_ 4g ■ «> :■ ..^ZzblL' ^ ^ bJ :d^ .Mb— J «|J — — — - Vis - it us with thy sal b«- Sr -F- • i 1 -b . 1 1 j-- :3— ^ va - tion, rf=2 iz S— -5^zzig_ En > ter -e e i»- ev- ery tremblin] x¥=tlg=g: g heart. 1 r 1 1 -b-b No, 82. 2 Breathe, oh, breathe thy loving Spirit Into every troubled breast ; Let us all thy grace inherit, Let us find thy promised rest ; Take away the love of sinning, Take our load of guilt away ; End the work of thy beginning. Bring us to eternal day. Hallowed $ons$, Revised. 89 R— -1 SHumrs WAY. , , S. Maik. i-T—1 = — ! ^ ^ ^ p. 1. The pear - ly gates are o - pen wide, I -■ = 9 see the bright ar- tZS_J! d ray; ztz: I- r ft: 12— 1=— ^ Fine, On D. s. Whei i *e ( • -T — ii— pi-. ^ ^ nth - er side Th< Christ’s redeemed fcizj=*=^z ta 1 (®- - -S— P=??=zzUii ^ 1 — 1 — r 3 an - gels glide, To inun ion walk The H*- -tf- -0. :=gzz=g=«z=5^ ■ s -wt keep the shin-ing shin-ing way of way. God. ms ^ 1 f — r 4 -> _1 1 5-*_S=:ilzz=:«z: 1=— 1 U_j -al— g- - , XkH m — ^ And — c Z f--—9 5— W— i - on’s children , jsl. .at. f-^-3-:S=S= learn to find The ^ ^ er. at E— f:=zf-E ^ » L way by an -gels i aizH: trod, -(S. . Uo. 83. ^ — t— -P- — ^ — ^zznjpzzt 1 — r- 1 — -| — ^ The shining way. S--— 4- 1 2 When storms arise, and darkness clouds The faithful pilgrim’s way, The angels glide Ou either side, To drive the clouds away. And brighter gleams the morning light Behind the gentle rod ; For Christ’s redeemed more clearly see The shining way of God. 3 And soon they walk the golden streets,-— JN'ot slighted and alone, On either side The angels glide, To lead them to the throne : And there they wear a starry crown, While mortals tire and plod; ® redeemed are kings who praise ihe shicing way of God.— F. Ellis. 90 ^allowefl ^ongs, !K.evi8ed. WILLOW-DALE. C. M. Dontle. 1- Wm. B. Bradbury. 1 K. I I- , ( Earth’s stormy night will soon be o’er, The raging wind shall cease ; ) * ( The Christian’s bark will reach the shore Of heaven’s eternal peace ; J D. c. The Sun of Righteousness is near, And terrors take their flight. I I gii I ( i E’en now the distant rays appear, To chase the gloom of night. -t — t'-i — f Uo. 84. EartJCs shadowy years. 2 The precious jewels Jesus sent To be our solace here, Were only for a season lent. They’re shining brighter there. And we shall soon their lovely forms In glorious robes behold ; Shall sing with them in angels’ songs, With harps of shining gold. 3 Earth’s shadowy years will soon be o’er — Heaven’s blissful morn arise. And sorrow’s night will then no more O’ercloud our weeping eyes. Then will the Lord of life and love Unveil his beaming face ; And never from our sight remove The bright celestial rays. 4 In that blest place no loved ones part; No mourning there, no sighs; For God himself will gently wipe All sorrow from their eyes. There everlasting peace and joy, And transport shall be thine ; Praise shall our utmost powers em- ploy In melody divine. :^aUowe4 ^ongs, levised. 91 ALETTA. 7s. Clines. Wm. B. Bradbtjet. No. 85. Hand in hand to heaven. 2 All our works in thee be wrought — Leveled at one common aim ; Every word and every thought Purge in the refining flame ; Lead us through the paths of peace, On to perfect holiness. 3 Let us altogether rise, To thy glorious life restored : Here regain our paradise, Here prepare to meet our Lord ; Here enjoy the earnest given ; Travel hand in hand to heaven. 92 fallowed $ongs, Revised. ANGELS HOVBEING ROUND. -1 — 4 1 _J_, , n 1- - — 1 _r^ « m da ^ ^1 ^ : "im- ^99 9 9^» 9 1. There are an-gels hov’ring round. There are an-g< _ _ ^ 9 9 9 9 9 --P- f }ls hov’ring round, 1- ^ _-g- • _ — 9-^-9— \ 1 — t- x j j (S>— -- Eisr — ir \i ± •jro. 86. A ngels hovering round. To carry the tidings home, To carry the tidings home, To carry the tidings, the tidings home. / 3 To the new Jerusalem, To the new Jerusalem, To the new, the new Jerusalem. 4 Poor sinners are coming home, Poor sinners are coming home, Poor sinners, sinners are coming home. 6 And Jesus bids them come, And Jesus bids them come, And Jesus, Jesus bids them come. 6 There’s glory all around, ^ There’s glory all around, There’s glory, glory all around. i^allowed ®ong$, Bevi$$d. 93 GOING HOME. L. M. 2:3:0 ■ z; i ^ 1 n _i 1 1 -] 1 —1 r 0.1 1 i ^ m ^ n i c2 ^ — r » r <9 - ( Mj heavenly home is bright and fair ; I^or pain, nor * ( Its glittering towers the sun out - shine ; That heavenly ^ .A. • .g. ^ ^ I « 3==|»==i»=i:pe2=2==:*=S==^=q=t===rqj=^ Chorus, death can en - ter there ; ) I’m go - ing home, I’m go - ing man - sion shall be mine ; ) To die no more, to die no . 1 1 1 J/ g 1 1 =5 ^ -s ^ ’ home, more, ^ . — — I’m go - ing I’m go - ing 2 iS — ^ — i home, to die i home, to die i ^ . « . i 1 10 10 A *— t " ^ more ; ) more. J • ts> — =• — P p : — p . ^ f ^ \ 1 \ » ]fo. 87. The heavenly home. 2 My Father’s house is built on high, Far, far above the starry sky : When from this earthy prison free, That heavenly mansion mine shall be I’m going home, '- Yes, he died for you, and he died for me. He died to S( ^ ^ ^ 1-- ±7 ^ 0 « 4 it poor 1 m 7T\. S EE K K L- Lii S ^ 1 . » » w w w w • w ' ! . Ml n "t t ! ! 1 ! tz t: 1 te: 1 ^ 1 LL — ^ r f — r 4 - 4 — p-| p. J "" J ^ j& i s:» m ^ r ^ • d 1 sin-ners free, Oh, who’s like Je - sus, He ^ .■■§■ -e- r— ^-T ^ ^ -9- , -€^- died on the a -s?- . tree. lh^_l — ^ L-— J — Lf ==^- ,- 1 P-F ¥- f ' l^allowed $o»98, Revised. 97 MOEE LIEE JESUS. F. C. Gough. No. 91. 2 More like Jesus, more like Jesus would I be ; More like Jesus iu his meekness, Like him gentle and forgiving ; Harmless like him, like him in his charity. 3 More like Jesus, more like Jesus would I be ; More like Jesus, watchful, prayerful, Like him striving, ever doing ; Earnest like him, like him in fidelity. 4 Blessed Jesus, come, and make me all like thee; Make me like thee in my spirit, In my walk and conversation, Make me like thee, like thee in all purity. 5 Then in heaven let me ever dwell with thee ; To behold thee in thy glory, And to praise thee, O my Saviour, Where thy smile shall wrap my soul in ecstacy. ^ Rev. F. Merrick^ D.D. 98 ^ongs, Revised, CONGREGATIOITAL OEOEUS. Let the people praise thee^ O God, let all the people praise thee^ Philip Phillips. iS =3 ^ 1 — j 1 1 1 H-T- a -/-r:;- . ' -< - ^ i,J ■■ 1 ^ 1. Yes, let our con - gre - ga-tibns sing, And let our earth -ly , r-n 1 - ^ ^ 1 tem-ples ring With hymns of joy from ev - ery soul. In -! 1 - f ev - ery church from pole to pole. Let all u - nit - ed -I- rj— I— n 0 1 — T ^ -j join, and raise TEl{s old fa - mil - iar song of praise : COMONJlTION, Chorus to 1st Verse. Firm. 1. Oh, for a thousand tongues to sing My great Redeemer’s praise jm («_ li— 1*= 1 1 1- -t — i- — |_pJ I— The glo-ries of my God and King, The triumphs of his grace ; ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ J ^ . ;^alIowed ^ongs, !K>evi3ed. 99 — 1 — !- rn^-r’-i— r~i -4 r-J 1 i i— :3 — - > f * The glo-ries of my God and King, The triumphs of . . . . his grace. l^=t ■*1 ^ -I *1 \ H OJLJO SUJVDJRliJD. Chorus to 2d Voice, -E— = =|-qH H-^ q 1 1 r m=l=§-i Praise 1^-2=^— God, from & whom all =P— g- blessings — g— flow ; Praise 1 him, all -~^=¥=f -1 , -t=z=z[i=z: ^ L E|E£g^Eg crea - tures here be - low ; Praise him a - bove, ye — U 1 1. ^z=-==— r: -==]= :=li H ^ ESEiES: 1 ^ ^ heaven -ly host ; Praise Fa - ther, Son, and Ho - ly Ghost. iEpiEE -J — Uo. 92. 2 0 rapturous music, how sublime ! I wept and thought the olden time Of Watts’ and Wesley’s earnest throng Had with its flame inspired the song ; Oh, let us sing with one accord, Join heart and voice to praise the Lord. Chorus. — Praise God, —t i — r $ong$^ Bevieed, 101 izn z:^=:=r: ztfzr-B^— -^z^=Sz=g=i ^ w 9 I I I Near - er home, near - er home, A day’s march nearer home. qe: ^ 1 f- Ko. 93. 2 My Father’s house on high, Home of my soul, how near. At times, to faith’s aspiring eye Thy golden gates appear I Ah, then my spirit faints To reach the land I love ; The bright inheritance of saints — Jerusalem above ; Home above, home above, Jerusalem above. 8 Yet doubts still intervene, And all my comfort flies : Like Noah’s dove, I flit between Rough seas and stormy skies : Anon the clouds depart, The wind and waters cease. While sweetly o’er my gladden’d heart Expands the bow of peace ; Bow of peace, bow of peace. Expands the bow of peace. 4 So, when my latest breath Shall*rend the vail in twain. By death I shall escape from death, And life eternal gain ; Knowing “ as I am known,” How shall I love that word, And oft repeat before the throne, “ Forever with the Lord With the Lord, with the Lord, “ Forever with the Lord.” 102 fallowed ^onga, Revised. COME, CROWN AND THRONE. '^Having promise of the life that now is^ and of that which is to comei^'' G. B. Looms.* 1. These are the crowns that we shall wear, When all thy saints are -*-s— i- 1. These are the crowns that we shall wear, When all thy saints are i i crowned; These are the palms that we shall bear .On P crowned ; These are the palms that we shall bear On yon - der ho - ly ground, On yon - der ho - ly zg==i=: : =S= =*==S - yon - der ho - ly ground, On yon - der ho - ly I N zf^z=iz=B—: * From “ /Singing Pilgriin.'' Ilallowed $ong$, Revised. 103 ground, On yon - der ho - ly ground ; These are the -I h pa« — =8= . ■> ^ ground, On yon - der ho - ly ground ; These are the q^-z^=im=, :^=J~ f- that we shall bear On yon - der ho - ly ground. W I V --.- N ~w ^ w • _ palms that we shall bear On yon - der ho - ly ground. No. 94. 2 These are the robes, unsoiled and white, Which we shall then put on, When foremost ’mong the sons of light, We sit on yonder throne. 3 That is the city of the saints, Where we so soon shall stand. When we shall strike these desert-tents, And quit this desert-land. 4 Then welcome toil, and care, and pain ! And welcome sorrow, too ! All toil is rest, all grief is gain, With such a prize in view. 5 Come, crown and throne ; come, robe and pahn ; Burst forth, glad stream of peace ! Come, holy city of the Lamb ! Rise, Sun of Righteousness ! — Bonar, 104 fallowed ^ongs, Revised. THE LIVING WELL. Whosoever drinketh of the water that I shall give him^ shall never thirst'' Philip Phillips.* J 1 4 Cheerful, -I- 4- 4- m I 1. On the cross where Christ hung bleeding, Streams of love for- f=.S=S=::^=i- ev - er flow ; Thro’ the Saviour's in-ter-ced-ing, We that bless-ed f=F^=*z ^ 1 1 — 1 « — ai -d ^ m ; stream may know. Oh, my heart, be filled completely. And in grateful ' « • -1*^ i*- -?»- love re - joice I Je - sus speaks so gently, sweetly, Lis-ten to his Pi :*=f- f- -g - VJ-!*- 1 1- * i^rom “ Singing FUgrim." i^allowed $ongs, Revised. 105 1 1 Chorus* 1 1 1 1 -yS J ! 1 ^ ' ^ — H— — s( — s — s — !— — 9 — — 9 g— -2 — g — 2 — J J ' ^ * ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ^ love-ly voice. Drink, and you’ll be thirsty never, Drink, and you shall ^ -1 e 1 m j m — p 1 — 1 1 — 1 1 — 1 1 — ' 1 , — Lj. J 1 t — 1 I — L -9t 1 J d 1 n 1 1 1—1 — s — i — i — i — 5 — 3 — — ■! ^ ^ — j — — live for ev - er ; Drink, 0 drink ! Drink, 0 drink ! Drink, 0 -(*- -(*■ -p- drink ! — 1« ■ — I* 1 — — » P ^ ^ ^ h — F 1 — ^-1 1 — “ 9 = 9^=9 Drink, O drink ! Drink, 0 drink ! Drink of the wa-ter of No. 95. 2 Though our way is often dreary, And in gloom the sky is clad : Though the steps grow faint and weary, And the heart is sick and sad ; There^s a well of living pleasure, Every night and morning too, Flowing in exhaustless measure. Ever blessing, ever new. Drink, JT 5 N — 1 — 1 -ts — 1 r-1 & — g — g— g— g- With the toilsome ^ .0. . T^^sf 1 1 1 1 r journey done, j0. .0. ^ • And the glorious bat - tie won, -g- ^ • ^=1^ 1 — 1- ]g^ t L k — {- U I-^f— J ^ ft? fn 1 — jc: ! 1 — i*^ 1 n ad . -ig.^z=:^=j ^:S- : 0 ^ ® • 1 F 1 S — 0 W e shall shine forth as the sun, « ^ 1 1 By - and-by, by- ■•-. al and-by. ^;g 0 0 0 0 \ ■ - r 0-...r ■ ■|« ' L ' ' ' k * ^ ' k L-, k -tr 5 ^ ‘-I ^ “ JIaUovwed ^ongs, Revised. 107 _n« — ^ ^ ^ ^ h— ^ 1 Lg- w ^ -1 We shall meet no ] more to se .(g- ijg m — i* -d v-er, - -g- By - and-by, ^ A .g. . ~-m « — by - and-by ; „ XT. -Wf 10 10 — : — 4 — g — t- _|0 10 — 1 4 g — ^ pi -N -J ‘ d " " 1’'" 'i J--- -gi:3=d— - T • f » -iT . And the darkness will be o - ver, By - and-by, by - and-by. rq _ ^ -g. .g. JS. :jg |g g — ^ — — _tzz-W — k — ( — No. 96. 2 Done with all the earth’s delusion, By-and-by, by-and-by : War and strife and sin’s confusion, By-and-by, by-and-by ; We shall rest our pilgrim feet On the shores where loved ones meet. There to dwell in bliss complete, By-and-by, by-and-by. — Chorus. 3 We shall see and be like Jesus By-and-by, by-ahd-by ; He a crown of life will give us, By-and-by, by-and-by; And the angels who fulfill All the mandates of his will. Shall attend and love us still, By-and-by, by-and-by. — Chorus. 4 Then with robes of snowy whiteness, By-and-by, by-and-by; And with crowns of dazzling brightness, By-and-by, by-and-by ; There our storms and perils passed. And with glory ours at last, We’ll possess the kingdom vast, By-and-by, by-and-by. — Chorus. 108 l^allowed ^ong$, Bevised. SHALL WE GATHEE AT THE EIVEE. “ / will gather you from all nations.'^'* Rev. R. Lowry.* ^ ^ Trio.— SOPRANO. , — ! 1 — N— 1- -—■ 1 1 ' K~r ^ m • : 1. Shall we gath-er at the riv - er, Where bright angel feet have ^ , alto. 1 K -1. IS-n~T — — j 1 ■■,, ^ y - ^ ^ 1. Shall we gath-er at the riv - er, ^ JV'here bright angel feet have =JzzzJzz= J^=s^ : — r=p^=^-=^= -p "-f— i-A^W 1 — J— ^ ^ J 5J— J trod, With its crys-tal tide for - ev - er Flow-ing trod, With its crys-tal, tide for - ev^- er Flow-ing Chorus .—TENOR. -w=m- by the throne of God? Yes, we’ll gather at the riv - er, The N — I ^ — \ a(- by the throne of God? Yes, we’ll gather at the riv - er. The Sfez:sz=s— S=it=^ zt * From Happy Voices.' 109 beau - ti - ful, the beau- ti - ful riv - er ; Gath-er with the Ks li: . . 1--, — beau - ti - ful, the beau- ti - ful riv - er ; Gath-er with the =0?=:gzzze±i sai^s at the riv - er That flows by the throne of God saints at ^ the riv - er That flows by the throne of God. No. 97. 2 On the margin of the i^ver. Washing up its sily<^r spray, We will walk and wdrship ever, All the happy, golden day. — Chorus. S Ere we reach the shining river. Lay we every burden down ; Grace our spirits will deliver, And provide a robe and crowa — Chorus, 4 At the smiling of the river, Mirror of ; iihe Saviour’s face, Saints ^j^om death will never sever Lift their songs of saving grace. — Chorus, 5 Soon we* 11 reach the silver river. Soon our pilgrimage will cease ; Soon our happy hearts will quiver -r With the melody of peace. — Chorus. 110 l^allowed $o»g$, Bewised. I WILL SING FOR JESUS. Singing and making melody in your heart to the Lord.'^ Philip Phillips.* * From “ The Singing Pilgrim.' :$allowed ^ongs, Revised. Ill Je - SU3, me tell the sto - ry Of him who sus, Help me tell the sto - ry Of him who — 0 — d * did re - deem us, The p-t— 1 Lord of life and glo - ry. > 1 ^ ~J 1 1 — 1 U_ — g d-i did re - deem us, The Lord of life and glo - ry. ^ ^ ^ “1^ — L T. U != No, 98. 2 Can there overtake me Any dark disaster, While I sing for Jesus, My blessed, blessed Master ? Gho. — Oh, help me sing, ^ zt*=: P,b -4.V— ■ —4 N — N-r ./LW.l «a ftVr vl/ ^ J ^ .. -^r. — ill — ^ — ^ t = years of e • ter - ni - ty rol : _ aJl ^ m -35 ■■ <£5» ■ gp ^ 1 ; Where no storms ev-er 1 )eat ( i >n the ■ <9. \ 1 , ! _i_ ,_3I — 'M L£ — LLU — i^-J 42 'i« M— *- ■ * From “ Singing Pilgrim'' ;^3llowe4 $01^9$, Revised. 115 Ko. 100. ^ 2 Oh, that home of the soul, in my visions and dreams, Its bright jasper waUs( I ©an see, Till I fancy but thinly the Vale intervenes Between the fair city and me. 3 There the great tree of life in its beauty doth grow, And the river of life floweth by, For no death ever dSnters that city you know. And nothing.,tha4; maketh a fie. 4 That unchang^ble home is for you and for me, Where Jesus of Nazareth stands ; The King of' all kingdoms forever is he, And he haldeth our crowns in his hands. 6 Oh, how sw|fet it will be in that beautiful land. So free from all sorrow and pain ! With songs on our lips, and with harps in our hands, To meet one another again. — Mrs. Ellen H. Gates, “Now I saw in my Dream that these two men went in at the Gate ; and lo, as they entered, they were transfigured, and they had Raiment put upon them that shone like Gold. There was also that met them with Harps and Crowns, and gave to them, the Harps to praise withal, and the Crowns in token of honor Then I heard in my Dream that all the Bells in the City rang again for joy, and that it was said unto them, Enter ye into the joy of yovr Lord. Now just as the Gates w^ere opened to let in the men, I looked in after them, and behold, the City shone like the Sun ; the Streets also were paved with Gold, and in them walked many men, with Crowns on their heads. Palms in their hands, and Harps to sing praises withal. After that they shut up the gates, which when I had seen I wished myself among them.” 116 l^allowed fongs, Revised. THE WORLD IS MY PARISH. “Z.<7 ! I am with you alway^ even unto the end of the worhl.^* Phillips and O’Kanb.* — i , 1^— ’ — n- n — r ^ (\-p 1 __ A a m i — — ~ : -H — d-J— J — S ■j “ ^ m — ^ — r — tf -5 work ii i h is vine-yard, he < »- -f 3alls you to - < ^ • -a'- ^ I Iwl day ; The night is a P- 9 — ® — f 9 — m — ^ — 1* — — 9 r- l—LL'- ■ L- ...i. -fz 1 I . I I* -V ^ U I r ^ V -3 I proachingjwhen no man can la-bor, Our Master commands us, and Chorus, -l-n— — ^ 1 -X 1 -J -f-c shall we de- l'll *3.-. “ lay? The field is the "w g^g- orldlThef :^-p_ ield is the wc >rld I Look 4?i-p 1 1 — r * From “ Singing Pilgrim i 117 Ho. 101. 2 Our field is the world, and our work is before us, To each is appointed a message to bear ; At home or abroad, in the cottage or palace, Wherever directed, our mission is there. Our field is the world, cfec. 3 Perhaps we are called from the highways and hedges, To gather the lowly, despised, and oppressed; If this be our duty, then why should we falter, We’ll do it, and trust to our Saviour the rest. Our field is the world, ^ 1 V Y Vi/ Saviour whispers, “ Love me Tho’ all beneath is dark as death, ^ ^ /T\ z=f = r-Ef zgzrtz ^ Yet the stars are bright a - bove me. Then up - ward still, to d^=d5-Td^- ;i I=i = zgziz z ggpzj z ^ — r Zi - on’s hill, To the land of joy and beau-ty. My * From “ Singing Pilgrim.'* $ong$; Revised. 125 ESz=g- ESEiE* =1 -^— fe- EEi=ifz path before shines more and more, As it nears the gold-en cit - j. Solo, or Semi-chorus. Duet, or 2d Semi-cTwrus. ^ — -A* J 1^ ^ 1 ^ ^ ^ — — — . — M ^ — gj "jj , -".5 - jj. -W- I’m climbing up Zi - on’s hill, I’m climbing up Zi - on’s — =1 Full Chorus, Bepeat Chorus, g • 1 [I * m zzzi : — jg — ^ -> N — j»> - - - "I j hill. Climbing, -r ^ climb-ing, Li^:=g==f=S3 climbing up Zi - on’s bill. r^—m m x—m—. — n L J..J 1 J > if > No. 105. 2 I know I’m but a little child, My strength will not protect me ; But then I am the Saviour’s Lamb, And he will not neglect me. Then all the time I’ll try to climb This holy hill of Zion, For I am sure the way is pure; And on it comes “ no lion.” — Oho, 8 Then come with me, we’ll upward go. And climb this hill together ; And as we walk we’ll sweetly talk, And sing as we go thither. Then mount up still God’s holy hill, Till we reach the pearly portals. Where raptured tongues proclaim the songs Of the shining-robed immortals. — Oho, Rev, John G. Chaffee. 126 i^allowed fongs, Revised. WB SHALL SLEEP, BUT NOT PORBVEE. S. J. Vail. By permission,* IW w . . S— g-tiF=‘* 1. We shall sleep, but not for-ev- er, There will be a glorious dawn; $ ^ipzhzzz-^-^ We shall meet to part, no, nev-erl On the re > sur - rec-tion morn ! -e—fz 1 ^ — w- -f — s — ^ _1S— h— JSn ^ -J- • -J- ^ S — 1 r “ From the deep-est caves of o - cean, From the des-ert and the plain, L^;x3*£SzjizS^=:j3iz3Sti::Siiz:*=Bzi=iz=*=^Ji^ From the val- ley and the mountain, Countless throngs shall rise again. 1= =«!±3^ziizit^z ♦ From ^'‘Musical Leaves^ J^allowe^ $ongs, Revised. 211 OETONVILLE. C. M. Dr. Thos. Hastings. No. 153. This is my friend. 2 No mortal can with him compare, Among the sons of men ; Fairer is he than all the fair That fill the heavenly train. 3 He saw me plunged in deep distress, He flew to my relief ; For me he bore the shameful cross, And carried all my grief. 4 To him I own my life and breath, And all the joys I have ; He makes me triumph over death, He saves me from the grave . — Stennett Wo, 152.— Concluded. 3 In vain we tune our formal songs,— In vain we strive to rise ; . Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies. 4 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all thy quick’ning powers ; • Come,' shed abroad a Saviour’s love. And that shall kindle ours. — Watts. 212 ;^allou)e4 $ongs, Bevised. AVON. C. K Scottish. No. 154. N'o Peace to the wicked. 2 Like the rough sea that cannot rest You live, devoid of peace ; A thousand stings within your breast Deprive your souls of ease. 8 Your way is dark, and leads to hell Why will you persevere ! Can you in endless torments dwell, Shut up in black despair ? 4 Why will you in the crooked ways Of sin and folly go ? In pain you travel all your days, To reach eternal woe. — Fawcett. No. 155. Sufficiency and freeness. Oh, what amazing words of grace Are in the gospel found ! Suited to every sinner’s case, Who knows the joyful sound. 2 Poor, sinful, thirsty, fainting souls, Are freely welcome here ; Salvation, like a river, rolls, Abundant, free, and clear. Hallowed $ongs, Revised. 213 i SCOTT. C. M. ^rom “ Duldmer.’'’* tg— 1. Re-mem-ber Ore- a - tor now, In these thy youthful days ; w^m 1 ^ I I i l^z :^=tS=#=t! He will ac - c^t thy ear-liest vow, And lis - ten to thy praise. P-Fp - -m — |g>- 1 1=^ H f- _j No. 156. ** Remember no7V thy Creator in the days of thy youth." 2 Remember thy Creator now, And seek him while he’s near, For evil days will come, when thou Shalt find no comfort near. 3 Remember thy Creator now ; His willing servant be : Then, when thy head in death shall bow, He will remember thee. 4 Almighty God ! our hearts incline Thy heavenly voice to hear ; Let all our future days be thine, Devoted to thy fear. — Unknown, No, 155.— Concluded. . [wounds* I Come, then, with all your wants ana Your every burden bring : Here love, unchanging love, abounds — A deep, celestial spring. 4 Whoever will— O gracious word I— May. of this stream partake ; \ Come, thirsty souls, and bless the Lord; And drink, for Jesus’ Medley. 214 fallowed f ong$, Revised. RESOLUTION. 0. M. Double. (Old.) Come, humble sinner, in whose breast A thousand thoughts revolve, ~ l * W : 1 — T-'-t — I — r I I I gf Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed, And make this last resolve : « m - r- rn » ,r. » — ^ 1 1 T I I i » -4- *2. Ill go to Je - sus, tho’ my sin Like mountains round me close ; ! I know his courts, 111 en- ter in, What-ev - er may op-pose. _ -I®- -®- MM -m- -9- _ -r— r r=F= II ‘'I For the Uh verses of these Hymns repeat the last two braces of the music. i^allowed $ong$, K^evised. 219 BELIEVEE. C. Arr, by H. P. Main. n — ^ — 1 ir^n 1 -j — 1 .... ' 23 1 1 T i It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. j r. No. 164. The precious name. 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole. And calms the troubled breast ; ’Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary, rest. 3 Dear Name, the rock on which I build, My shield and hiding-place ; My never-falling treasure, fill’d With boundless stores of grace 4 Jesus, my Shepherd, Saviour, Friend, My Prophet, Priest, and King, My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, Accept the praise I bring. — Newton. No, 163. — Concluded. 3 To dwell with mis’ry here below, The Saviour left the skies, And sunk to wretchedness and woe, That worthless man might rise. 4 He took the dying traitor’s place, And suffer’d in his stead-, For sinful man— O wondrous grace I- For sinful man he \Aq A— S teele. 220 l^allowed $ong$, Revised. BALEEMA. C. M. Scottish, 1. Oh, for a fa ith that '' vill not shrink, Tho ,|g, 'd ’ press’d by every i J foe. r - 1 — r—^r ■ 2 That will not murmur or complain Beneath the chast’ning rod, But, in the hour of grief or pain, Will lean upon its God ; — 8 A faith that shines more bright and clear When tempests rage without ; That, when in danger, knows no fear, In darkness feels no doubt. 4 Lord, give us such a faith as this, And then, whatever may come, We’ll taste, e’en here, the hallow’d bliss Of an eternal home. — Bathurst, No. 166. His amazing love. 1 Plttkqed in a gulf of dark despair, ! We wretched sinners lay, Without one cheering beam of hope, Or spark of glimniTing day. | With pitying eyes the Prince of peace Beheld our kelpless grief; He saw, and (oh, amazing love I) He flew to our relief. !^a)lowed ffongs, Kevi$e4. 221 BOSCOE. C. M. From Psaltery y No. 167. A perfect heart the Redeemer'^s throne* 2 A heart resign’d, submissive, meek, My great Redeemer’s throne ; Where only Christ is Iteard to speak, — Where Jesus reigns alone. 8 Oh, for a lowly, contrite heart, Believing, true, and clean ; Which neither life nor death can part From Him that dwells within : — 4 A heart in every thought renew’d, And full of love divine ; Perfect, and right, and pure, and good, A copy, Lord, of thine. — Q. Wesley. No, 166. — Concluded. 3 Down from the shining seats above, With joyful haste he fled ; Enter’d the grave in mortal flesh. And dwelt among the dead. 4 Oh, for this love let rocks and hills Their lasting silence break ; And all harmonious human tongues The Saviour’s praises speak. Watts. 222 3^allow$d $ong$, Revised. WOODSTOCK. -j» — I- 0. M. D. Dutton, Jr. \ -V I K-v . * 1. I love to steal a - while a- way From every cumb’ring care, -v-r -I — ro- igizzgzi^zzigzijz^z^z:^— H =| zigz And spend the hours of setting day In hum-ble, grateful prayer. .0. .(=2. =fe -v-r -i — r No. 168. Evening. — Solitude. 2 I love in solitude to shed The penitential tear. And all his promises to plead Where none but God can hear. 8 I love to think on mercies past, And future good implore, — And all my cares and sorrows cast On him whom I adore. 4 I love by faith to take a view Of brighter scenes in heaven ; The prospect doth my strength renew, While here by tempests driven. — Jfrs. Brown, No. 169. Comfort in God. 1 Dear Refuge of my weary soul, On thee, when sorrows rise, On thee, when waves of trouble roll. My fainting hope relies. 2 To thee I tell* each rising grief. For thou alone canst heal ; Thy word can bring a sweet relief For every pain I feel. 127 fallowed $ongs, Eevised. Chorus, p ^ te r- ■■ K" “ti V cres. 1 11 i -W— — «> — ^ 1 We shall sleep, but not for-ev - er, There will be a glorious dawn ; -g-—- gl- pg* p .:g- * j -e m s .-g: & — £-7— |a— i > ^ ^ 1 1 ^ n K ^ 1 N ^ 1 N ^ h 1 y P m Z( 1 ~ A) — ^ ^ ig S • ^ lnfci^zir3z=^ We shall meet to part, no, nev-er! On the re - sur-rec-tion morn ! No. 106. 2 When we see a precious blossom, That we tended with such care, Rudely taken from our bosom, How our aching hearts despair ! Round its little grave we linger, Till the setting sun is low, Feeling all our hopes have perished With the flower we cherished so. Cho . — We shall sleep, etc. 3 We shall sleep, but not forever, In the lone and silent grave ; Blessed be the Lord that taketh, Blessed be the Lord that gave. In the bright, eternal city Death can never, never come ! In his own good time he’ll call us From our rest to Home, sweet Home. Cho , — We shall sleep, etc. Mrs. M. A, Kidder. 128 fallowed fongs, Bevi$cd. WOEKING FOE THE MASTEE. Philip Phillips.* -I ^T-* l ~H ;4=&:=qc:' 1. I’m working for the Mas - ter — O glorious work di - vine ! 2ii?=i^zcd- 5— ZiJzzG; Thro’ grace I’ll la - bor in the field While breath and life are mine ; h J J -0- -fm - I ^ 0 i -I ^ iVJ— -J — I- I’m work-ing for the Mas - ter, And this my boast shall be ; N- The con - se- crat - ed cross of him, Who bled and died for me. * Written for lilLr. Phillips / or a?i opening piece at his '‘'‘Evenings of Sacred Song.'"' i^allowed ffongs, K'evised. 129 ^ Chorus, Z&.0. — -L J ^ m . m rJ IV- 1 fv-r-J l-n — ! — ^ H m — tJ > Dear Saviour, hear my earnest prayer, D€ rl* ^ ^ ^ 1* — . .a»_ F~i -g — -* — 9 — H jscend in power and might ; ^ ^ -9 n q k P k 1 i --! — — i-ir Make 1 this the tern - pie E=&=I==E- of thy love, And J J -s- i3_=S_S— bless our souls to-night. No. 107. 2 If strains, like min© so simple, Can reach thy gracious ear, Oh, grant the Christian hope they breathe, Some careless soul may hear ; If I am counted worthy, To sing these songs for thee. The least among thy children, Lord, I am content to be. Cho. — Dear Saviour, hear my earnest prayer. Descend in power and might. Oh, turn some wanderer to thy fold. Convert one soul to-night. 8 Thy name, O precious Jesus, My constant theme below ; Thy love that crowns the angels’ song I’ll sing where’er I go ; While on my journey homeward, My greatest joy shall be To labor in the vineyard here, And gather souls for thee. Cho. — ^Dear Saviour, hear my earnest prayer. Descend in power and might. Convert some thoughtless sinner now, Seal tliine one soul to-night . — Fanny Crosby, 130 ' l^allowed ^ongs, Revised. OUTSIDE THE GATE.' " Him that C07netk unto 7ne, I will in no wise cast out. Philip Phillips.* f- child : With - in my heart there beat — I ^ 1_ ^ child : "With - in my heart there beat -t- tem - pest, loud and wild. ^ _j— A fear op - pressed my 1 tern - pest, loud and wild. A fear op - pressed my — 1^— pz * Hrom '‘'’Musical Leaves, j^allowed ^ongs, Revised. 131 P soul, - 1 — 1 - =z^?=fezzz:^z=ff=«z b«#— Lj \gfi 1 Tbat I be too -jstrrzM— . =«= S=e—^=^- — u Lj ^ j late; And, oh! I trembled 1 ^^-4 f l=::a^zzi:i^=:=z: :gZESSs=-E soul, That I might be too late ; And, oh 1 I trembled t t= -|z ^ ^ ^ — —f— “Z tz fz_ — Jz:zzztz— zi£iz J— J R r^u ^ a =]'- . — . ?zz£z=S- L ^ — K M — 1 L«-.A— « :g Ip If?? ...litf ■t 1 — tP»-— * — y^_Lj I up 1_ sore, And prayed, outside the gate, And prayed, outside the gate. l-R-fr— — I :-r-n s— r —r-n ! i-jT ' A b ' i i ■ 1 ■ ^ \ I 1 1 I m rtfn If » j j 1 I 1 * 1 Ajl — jl-i-gl — — S — ^ ® S' ■■■ igjryigj. — sM-SI m — -m — sore. And prayed, outside the gate. And prayed, outside the gate. No. 103. 2 ** Mercy !” I loudly cried ; “ Oh, give me rest from sin !’* “I will,” a voice replied; And Mercy let me in. She bound my bleeding wounds, And carried all my sin ; She eased my burdened soul, And then she took me in. 3 In Mercy’s guise, I knew The Saviour long abused ; Who often sought my heart, And wept when I refused. Oh ! what a blest return For ignorance and sin 1 /stood outside the gate, And Jesus let me in I — Josephine Pollard. 132 i^allowed $ong8, Revised. THE VALLEY OP BLESSI1T&. Wm. G. Fischer, rs: ~d =1^ q- r— ^ 1 r*^-r -9zj=^mlz=ii= 'o> m' r L r -p — *= 1. I have en - tered the val - ley of bless-ing so sweet, And Jt.1 m -B- r—es m t=3=l«=i: fir-^ h r»l — ’ — 1 — i w — ^ — R=5j-J i -j — j — %— -^-T — 1/* — « — S-T— *1 — m— L&s; ad L 1^— 1 Je - sus abides with me there ; And his Spir-it and blood make my S 1 u 1^'* - m B - -m- , *— -te 1 ■ 1 N -U. - I * — m ■W^W I w t -ts-t f a — U* t & S-i ^ U S il --=! ^ =t=-=1 ^ XT — ^ r-^ "1 — L 2::d : -^ cleansing complete, And his per -feet love cast-eth out fear. ^ gi-^ r-^ -r-* — »-r-p g -g-. — P-^ — - -to to !»— -)• W- n 1 u— V-- r L — i^H-r r- -r ‘--t- r -r — 1 Oh, come to this val - ley of blessing so sweet, Where __S_: q» m~- »- 1=-- L|- t- ^ *-t- t — r ^ zt^ zztzizzfez r :^allowe4 ^ongs, Revised. 133 II ILL .1 1 cH iK- m ^ ^ . 9^ - Je - sus will full - ness be - stow — And be - . =iN — — S-T — 5 — 9 lieve, and re - ,0L. jm- -m- ^ r - 1 - u ceive, and con-1 .-g.- 1- ' !ess him. That r^' "PI — ^ 1 S 9 *S • 9 0 all his sal - va - tion may — m — — m-At Lg IL know. pg-ip ^ 1= t= 1= ^ 1 — 1 — -r- Lj ^ — \ — Lj_ 'sp»— i — 1 No. 109. 2 There is peace in the valley of blessing so sweet, And plenty the land doth impart ; And there’s rest for the weary-worn traveler’s feet, And joy for the sorrowing heart. Chorus. — O h, come to this valley, (fee. 3 There is love in the valley of blessing so sweet, Such as none but the blood-washed ma^ feel ; When heaven comes down redeemed spirits to greet. And Christ sets his covenant seal. Chorus. — Oh, come to the valley, _N N J N w IS I ^ J f ^ Kot with a vain am ■ > bi - tion, To m m win the praise of men, -'f' ' n P i 1 ^ ^ P ■ ^ ai p * From the “ New Standard Singer » 3^allowed $ongs, Revised. 135 Chorus, EE^ES^iEb! Now in the name of Je - sus, Our alms we should be-stow ; s— s— r1 H ^ ff- 1 1 > k i k — 1 i \ God loves a cheer-ful giv - er: The Bi - ble tells us so. ^ ^ ^ No. 110. 2 Now in the world before us A glorious field we see ; And in our Master^s vineyard How active we should be, The Sabbath schools around us, For help they loudly call ; Home missions, too, remember. And freely give to all. — Chorus. 8 The cause of foreign missions Our zealous care demands ; We’ll send the blessed Bible To distant heathen lands. That they may hear of Jesus, Whom we so dearly love ; May leave their senseless idols, And worship God above. — Chorus. 136 J^allowed $ongs, Revised. I’M I^NEELING AT THE EOOE. T. E. Pekkins.* P IVe waited loDg, and still I wait, Thy gracious voice to hear. &?= ^ — tp^ Thy precious word has bid me seek The joys thou hast in store ; lj= -w—jg: * Frmi the '‘^Sabbath Carols^'''' by permission. J^llowed $ongs, Bevi$e4. 137 Chorus, ri=n«-r— N =1=5= 0| -jj-T- . -K I’m kneel-ing at the door,. Kneel-ing at the door; Wilt ^ Iff: • K U > t. W 1 ;3Efc=ES== -i-'-il— • 9 " * '- » - . J— -J.-T— *-‘-.Jr thou, O Lord, in mer - cy speak, I’m kneeling at the door. Wo. 111. 2 None ever empty turned away. Who truly sought thy face : And I, my Saviour, come to-day, To seek thy pardoning grace. Thy precious blood is all my plea : This can my soul restore : Wilt thou in mercy speak to me, I’m kneeling at the door. — Chorus, 3 And when the ransomed millions stand On Zion’s flowery hill, With palms of^ victory in their hand. Waiting their Master’s will ; Oh, may I bear the livin.g green, And that dear name adore, Whose love the sinner did redeem. While kneeling at the ^oor.— Chorus. 138 l^allow$4 fongs, Bevis#.!- THE WATEE OF LIFE. I will give unto him that is athirst of the fountain of the water of life freely Wm. B. Bradbury.* Chorus, f ri _1 H -^“T “71 P P P ,r u "J -S^ »-T- - bj 1 n ii j-., »j -- -1 !«l s " aj • r t» m w ^ w m w ^ ^ , \ Je-sus the wa-ter of life will give Free-ly, free-ly, free-ly; Come to that fountain, oh, drink and live, Free - ly, free - ly, free - ly ; m. « & « • m ^ m « ^ • l>rr L ^ 10 01 ^ u* * » * 1 1 ■ t > Chorus, 1 time. Je - SU8 the wa - ter of life will give Free-ljr to those who love him ; Come to that fountain, oh, drink and live. Flowing for those that [Omit.] W- -(« — -m—m- -4V — -j — I- > 1 ^~r 1 26? time. Duet, --I- — Chorus, \- love him. The Spir-it and the Bride say. Come; Freely, freely, free • ly ; - -g - -p- — 1~ * 1 T Duet, Chorus,^ -r *=|S= And he that is thirsty, let him come. And drink of the water of life. . . ;z=iizit=^=is:z;s=l»i eee * From '''‘Fresh Laurels f by permission of Biglow & Main. ;^alloujed Beuised. 139 Full Chorus* fountain of life is flow-i^, Is flowing for you and for me. . . No. 112. 2 Jesus has promised a home in heaven, Freely, freely, freely; Jesus has promised a home in heaven Freely to those that love him ; Treasures unfading will there be given, Freely, freely, freely ; Treasures unfading will there be given Freely to those that love him. The Spirit and the Bride, &c. 3 Jesus has promised a robe of white. Freely, freely, freely ; J esus has promised a robe of white Freely to those that love him ; Kingdoms of glory and crowns of light. Freely, freely, freely ; Kingdoms of glory and crowns of light Freely to those that love him, The Spirit and the Bride, &c. 4 Jesus has promised eternal day. Freely, freely, freely; Jesus has promised eternal day Freely to those that love him ; Pleasure that never shall pass away, Freely, freely, freely; Pleasure that never shall pass away, Freely to those that love him. The Spirit and the Bride, r 7Tf?K □ d ■ ~1 ' ii~' ■ ■ f(\y ^ Vi/ ^ mm ^ zg 9 • s m m spir - its that pass thro’ thy bright pearl-y r gate ; What ^ ^ p: ♦ ...^ _l 1 1 ^ ^ — I — p_b — i 1 1 — 1 ( i J L/ u _ _ m mr— _zz* ■ -TTfi^C — r ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ JZ IZ L TTW D IZ _L 1 1^ I-' d c. d VI r r I I I I I r an - thems of rap-ture, un- ceas- iog and high, Compose the loud n L • ^ J I I J . l J _l. —trrn » • — ^ — i ] q z] 1 z^ 1 fr^-h — — i j — S~ — d~~ ; • — fexf-SF=jg-h ' g • ® « -Q -.- • ^ 1 ^ an - thems of rap- ture, un - eeas-ing and high, Compose the loud -t-ntt r — r“~i zz zi c c zx s 9 — m Fr— f— r-r-g — :^==f = ^ «> L — zizxzi^iziizx -rxzbl—' r| p p r&' ^ ^ T p -! 1 1 L * Air—'‘H(yme^ sweet home,'' :^aUowed $ong$, Beuised. 155 1 1=— . — ■=i — =1 — = ^ r — -r— ^ ^ ^ h- t- r cho - rus that glad- dens the sky ? Home, home, sweet, sweet cho - rus that glad-dens the sky ? Home, home, sweet, sweet ^ 1 , — M ^ 1 1 — I I 1 — ^ — ' home ; Pre- pare me, dear Sav - iour, for yon - der blest home. — i g — hon le ; Pre • ■ pare me, dear Sav - iour, for ilziiS f — g--.^ • yon - der blest home. - - No. 120. 2 The home of the ransom’d, the land of the blest. Where pilgrims shall enter a glorious rest ; Shall wander in gladness the pastures of green, And drink the still waters of pleasures serene. Home, home, cfec. 3 The home that our Saviour has gone to prepare — No heart can conceive of the blessedness there, Of raptures unending awaiting the just, When pure in his likeness they rise from the dust. Home, home, cfec. 4 We bless thee, dear Saviour, who eall’st us to share The beautiful home thou hast gone to prepare ; We trust in thy mercy, that, wash’d from our sin. Through yonder bright gates we may all enter in. Hume, home,