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rSALMS AND HYMNS OF DR. WATTS.

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Devotion borrows Music's tone,

And Music takes Devotion's wing ;

And, like the bird that hails the sun, They soar to heaven, and soaring sing

NEW YORK:

DANIEL DANA, JR., 381 BROADWAY.

CHARLESTON, S. C. :— McCARTER & DAWSON.

1859.

Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1859,

By W. C. DAXA,

In tlie United States District Court for tlie District of South Carolina.

NEW YORK ;

BILLIN AND BROTIIKR, PRINTERS,

XX, NORTH WILMAM ST.

PREFACE.

This Collection originated in the wish to bring together hymns breathing the true spirit of poetry and devotion, to the exclusion of those characterized by prosaic feebleness or morbid sentimentalism. How far this end has been attained, will better appear from examination of the hymns themselves, than from any detailed statement of the prin- ciples which have governed the selection. If they are not all gems, it is not for want of earnest search through a wide range of sacred poetry.

As this Collection comprises between three and four hundred hymns not contained in any one of those in use in Presbyterian churches, it may be supplemental to either of those, as well as to Watts alone. Nearly one half of its contents will be new to most readers, being found, if in any, in not more than one or two, of the (twenty) different Church Collections which have come under the Editor's notice. More than one hundred hymns not found in any of those Collections, are here distinguished by an asterisk in the Index of First Lines.

About forty of the hymns are versions of Psalms. Where several successive ones are from the same Psalm, it is specified in connection with only the first of the series.

Several choice hymns have been derived from poetry of which change of metre, or other alteration, was a necessity.

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This has been made with as little deviation as possible from the form and spirit of the original. Examples of this are Hymns 11, 21, 63, 139, 202, 334, 358, 443, 454, 456, 458, and 468.

As a general rule, hymns are given as left by their authors, except where alterations are so felicitous, or have become so familiar, as not to be lightly displaced; or where the only alternative was alteration or rejection. What may seem change is often restoration of the original form ; as in the beautiful hymn of Addison (No. 382). Material variation is marked in the Index by the sign f appended to the author's name.

In hymns that worthily celebrate the glory and good- ness of God, the history of our Saviour, the consolation and immortal hope of Christianity — themes kindred to poetry, and which many true j)oets have touched — this Collection will probably be deemed unusually rich. Many beautiful hymns will be found under the head of Seasons of Wor- ship, and some very pleasant ones, appropriate to Special Occasions.

But more attractive, to some minds, than almost any modern hymns, are those ancient ones, the originals of which have been extant in the Church during many cen- turies. The most celebrated of these, the " Dies Irce,^^ (480 and 481,) are here given in those English forms which approach nearest to the solemn grandeur of the original. A beautiful sequel to this is the " Dies F<7ce," (484,) by an unknown author of the 12th century. Among others of high antiquity, is one (106) by Robert, King of France, who died, a. d. 1031 ; one (85) attributed to the Venerable Bede, who died, a. d. 785 ; and one. (444) dating back even to the 4th century, given here as lately translated by

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:iu anonymous English writer from a German version of the Syriac original. Two exquisite hymns (76 and 2'2G) are from St. Bernard, born a. d. 1091. Other ancient hymns are Nos. 72, 73, 75, 76, 140, 156, 157, 158, 166, 1«9, 270, 321, and 453.

In later times, the hymns, two or three hundred years old, of Sir Henry Wotton, George Herbert, Shirley, Mil- ton, Vaughan, Quai'les, Baxter, and Ken, and those from the German of Paul Gerhard and others, will be specially attractive.

These hymns, of many centuries and many lands, ema- nating from different Church communions, afford a beautiful illustration of the essential unity of Christian emotion.

The arrangement is sufficiently indicated by the subjoined Order of Subjects, in connection with the titles at the head of each page; those on the left-hand page being generic, those on the right, usually more specific. Particu- lar attention has been given, not only to the general sequence of subjects, but also to the succession of individ- ual hymns; so that they may be read con secudveli/ with. greatly enhanced interest. Those less suited to united worship will be found of pre-eminent value as guides and incentives to private devotion.

W. C. DANA.

Charleston, S. C, Mai/, 1859.

ORDER OF SUBJECTS.

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GOD 7

CHRIST 40

HOLY SPIRIT yi

SEASONS OF WORSHIP 96

THE SCRIPTURES 133

MAN'S NATURAL STATE 142

GOSPEL INVITATION : WARNING 147

CONVERSION I(i4

CHRISTIAN FAITH AND LOVE 172

" PENITENCE, DESIRE, AND PRAYER l'J2

COURAGE AND CONSTANCY 207

OBEDIENCE AND CHARITY 212

MUTUAL AFFECTION 220

" JOY AND PEACE 224

CONSOLATION 2S6

THE CHURCH AND ITS ORDINANCES 259

DIFFUSION OF THE GOSPEL 274

SPECIAL OCCASIONS 285

DEATH, JUDGMENT, HEAVEN 310

DOXOLOGIES 381

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HYMNS.

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GOD.

1. C. P. M.

" Praise ye the Lordy — Psalm cxlviii.

Begin, my soul, tli' exalted lay ; Let each enraptured thought obey,

And praise th' Almighty's name : Lo ! heaven and earth, and seas and skies, In one melodious concert rise,

To swell th' inspiring theme.

Ye angels, catch the thrilling sound, While all th' adorino- thrones around

His boundless mercy sing : Let every listening saint al:)Ove Wake all the tuneful soul of love,

And touch the sweetest strino-.

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3 Let every element rejoice ;

Ye thunders, burst with awful voice

To him who bids you roll: His praise, in softer notes, declare Each whispering breeze of yielding air,

And breathe it to the soul.

GOD IN NATURE

4 AVake, all ye soaring tribes, and sing ; Ye cheerful. warblers of the sj^ring,

Harmonious anthems raise To him, who shaped your finer mould — Who tipp'd your glittering wings with gold,

And tuned" your voice to praise.

5 Let man, by nobler passions swayed, The feeling heart, the judging head.

In heavenly praise employ ; Spread the Creator's name around. Till heaven's broad arch rino- back the sound —

The general burst of joy.

2. L. M. 61. Psalm xix.

1 TiiY glory. Lord, the heavens declare —

The firmament displays thy skill ; The changing clouds, the viewless air.

Tempest and calm, thy word fulfil : Day unto day doth utter speech. And night to night thy knowledge teach.

2 Though voice nor sound inform the ear.

Well known the language of their song, When one by one the stars appear.

Led by the silent moon along. Till round the earth, from all the sky Thy beauty beams on every eye.

3 While these transporting visions shine

Along the path of Providence, Glory eternal, joy divine

Thy Word reveals, transcending sense :

O.MNIPJIESENT.

My soul thy goodness longs to see — Thy love to man, thy love to me.

3. L. M.

1 The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky,

And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim.

2 Th' unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land

The work of an Almighty hand.

3 Soon as the evening shades prevail. The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth. Repeats the story of her l)irth ; —

4 Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn. Confirm the tidings as they roll,

And spread the truth from pole to joole.

5 What though in solemn silence all Move round this dark, terrestrial ball ; What though no real voice nor sound Amid their radiant orbs be found ;

6 In reason's ear they all rejoice. And utter forth a glorious voice ; Forever singing as they shine,

" The hand that made us is divine." 1*

10 GOD IN NATURE

4. C. M.

1 The Lord our God is Lord of all ;

His station who can find ? I hear him in the waterfall ; I hear him in the wind.

2 If in the gloom of night I shroud,

His face I cannot fly ; I see him in the evening cloud, And in the midnight sky.

3 He lives, he reigns, in every land,

From winter's polar snows. To where, across the burning sand. The blasting meteor glows.

4. He smiles, we live ; he frowns, we die We hang upon his word; He rears his red right hand on high. And ruin bares his sword.

5 He l)ids his blasts the fields deform ; Then, when his thunders cease. He paints his rainl^ow on the storm. And smiles the winds to peace.

5. C. M. 61.

Beyond, l)eyond that l)oundless sea, Above that dome of sky.

Further tlian tliought itself can flee. Thy dwelling is on high :

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Yet dear the awful thought to me, That thou, my God, art nigh : —

Art nigh, and yet my Lab'ring mind

Feels after thee in vain. Thee in these works of power to find,

Or to thy seat attain. Thy messenger, the stormy wind ;

Thy path the trackless main : —

These speak of thee with loud acclaim ;

They thunder forth thy praise. The glorious honor of thy name,

The wonders of thy ways : But thou art not in tempest-flame.

Nor in the noontide blaze.

We hear thy voice when thunders roll Through the wide fields of air ;

The waves obey thy dread control ; But still, thou art not there :

Where shall I find him, O my soul ! Who yet is every where ?

Oh ! not in circling depth or height,

But in the conscious breast. Present to faith, though veiled from sight.

There doth his Spirit rest : Oh, come, thou Presence infinite !

And make thy creature blest.

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6. L. M. 61.

Thou art, O God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see :

Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee ;

Where'er we turn, thy glories shine.

And all things fair and bright are thine.

When day, with farewell beam, delays Among the opening clouds of even,

And we can almost think we gaze,

Through opening vistas, into heaven —

Those hues that mark the sun's decline,

So soft, so radiant. Lord, are thine.

When night, with wings of starry gloom, O'ershadows all the earth and skies,

Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plume Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes —

That sacred gloom, those fires divine.

So grand, so countless. Lord, are thine.

When youthful spring around us breathes, Thy Spirit warms her fragrant sigh ;

And every flower that summer wreathes Is born beneath thy kindling eye :

Where'er we turn, thy glories shine,

And all thino's fair and brisrht are thine.

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7. 0. M.

1 I snsTG th' almighty power of God, That made the moiintains rise —

OMNIPRESENT. 13

That spread the flowing seas abroad, And built the lofty skies.

2 I sino; the wisdom that ordained

The sun to rule the day ; The moon shines full at his command, And all the stars obey.

3 I sing the goodness of the Lord,

That filled the earth with food ; He formed the creatures with his word. And then pronounced them good.

4 Lord, how thy wonders are displayed

Where'er I turn mine eye ; If I survey the ground I tread. Or gaze upon the sky !

5 There's not a plant or flower below

But makes thy glories known ; And clouds arise, and tempests blow. By order from thy throne.

6 Creatures, as num'rous as they be.

Are subject to thy care : There's not a jA'dce where we can flee But God is present there.

8. L. M.

1 God of the earth's extended plains ! The dark, green fields contented lie ; The mountains rise like holy towers,

Where man might commune with the sky ;

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The tall cliff cliallenges the storm That lowers upon the vale below,

Where shaded fouutains send their streams, With joyous music in their flow.

2 God of the lisrht and viewless air !

Where summer breezes sweetly flow, Or, gathering in their angry might,

The fierce and wintry tempests blow ; All — from the evening's plaintive sigh,

That hardly lifts the drooping flower. To the wild whirlwind's midnight cry,

Bi'eathe forth the language of thy power.

3 God of the fair and open sky !

How gloriously above us springs The tented dome of heavenly blue.

Suspended on the rainbow's rings ! Each brilliant star that sparkles througli,

Each gilded cloud that wanders free, In evening's purple radiance, gives

The beauty of its praise to thee.

4 God of the rolling orbs above !

Thy name is written clearly bright In the w^arm day's unvarying blaze.

Or evening's golden shower of light ; For every fire that fronts the sun,

And every spark that walks alone Around tlie utmost verge of heaven.

Were kindled at thy burning throne.

5 God of the world ! the hour must come.

And Nature's self to dust return ;

OMNIPKKSENT.

Her crumbling altai's must decay, Her incense fires shall cease to burn :

But still lier grand and lovely scenes Have made man's warmest j)raises flow ;

For liearts grow holier as they trace The beauty of thy world below.

9. L. M.

1 Thy heaven, on which 'tis bliss to look, Shall be my pure and shining book, Where I can read, in words of flame, The glories of Thy wondrous name.

2 There's nothing bright, above, below, From flowers that bloom, to stars that glow, But in its light my soul can see

Some feature of thy Deity.

3 There's nothing dark, below, above. But in its gloom I trace thy love. And meekly wait that moment when Thy touch shall turn all bright again.

10. C. M.

1 The God of nature and of grace

In all his works appeal's ; His goodness through the earth we trace. His grandeur in the spheres.

2 Behold this fair and fertile globe.

By him in wisdom plann'd ; 'Twas he who girded, like a robe, The ocean round the land.

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3 Lift to the arcli of heaven your eye,

Thither his path pursue ; His glory, boundless as the sky, O'erwhelms the wond'rino; view.

4 He bows the heavens ; the mountains stand.

A highway for our God : He walks amid the desert land ; 'Tis Eden where he trod.

5 The forests in his strength rejoice ;

Hark ! on the evening bi-eeze. As once of old, the " Lord God's voice " Is heard among tlie trees.

6 If God hath made this world so fair.

Where sin and death abound, How beautiful beyond compare Will Paradise be found !

11. L. M.

1 I EEAD Thy name emblazon'd high With golden letters on the sky ; The mystic character's I see

In every flower, on every tree.

2 With thee in solitudes I walk. With thee in crowded cities talk ; In every creature own thy power. In each event thy will adore.

3 If in a vale of tears I stray,

Where frequent thorns perplex my way, Tliy promises shall cheer my soul, Tliy ])recepts guide, thy fear control.

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4 Still let me all thy goodness see, And, strong in faith, repose on thee ; Teach me to fix my hopes on high, To live to thee, in thee to die.

12. C. M.

1 I SEE Him in his works of might —

The air, the wave, the shore ; I see him in the lightning's flame, I hear his thunder roar.

2 Whilst those who will not read his name,

In stupid marvel gaze ; I know His might, who earth shall fire In one stupendous blaze.

3 I see my Father's touch of flame,

My Father's voice I own ; I look beyond the black'ning cloud Up to his mercy's throne :

4 There plead his grace, who died for me,

And lives for me above ; And smile to see almighty power Curb'd by almighty love.

13. L. M.

1 This world, O God, like that above. Is bright to those who know thy love ; Where'er they dwell, they dwell with thee, In heaven, in earth, or on the sea.

2 To me remains nor place, nor time. My country is in every clime :

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I can be calm and free from care On any shore, since God is there.

3 While place we seek, or place we shun, The soul finds happiness in none ;

But with my God to guide my way, 'Tis equal joy, to go or stay.

4 Could I be cast where thou art not, That were indeed a dreadful lot ; But regions none remote I call. Secure of findiuir God in all.

14. C. M.

1 Jeiiovait, God ! thy gracious power

On every hand we see ; Oh, may the blessings of each hour Lead all our thousfhts to thee !

2 If, on the wings of morn, we speed

To earth's remotest bound. Thy hand will there our footsteps lead, Thy love our path surround.

3 Thy power is in the ocean deeps.

And reaches to the skies ; Thine eye of mercy never sleeps. Thy goodness never dies.

4 From morn till noon — till latest eve.

Thy hand, O God, we see ; And all the blessings we receive. Proceed alone from thee.

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5 In all the varying scenes of time, On thee our hopes depend ; Through every age, in every clime. Our Father, and our Friend.

15. a M.

1 Eteenal Wisdom, thee we praise ;

Thee the creation sings : With thy lov'd name, rocks, hills, and seas, And heaven's high palace rings.

2 Thy hand, — how wide it spread the sky !

How glorious to l^ehold ! Ting'd with a blue of heavenly dye, And starr'd with sparkling gold.

3 Thy glories blaze, all nature round.

And strike the gazing sight. Through skies, and seas, and solid ground, With terror and delio'ht.

4 Infinite strength, and equal skill.

Shine through the worlds abroad ; Our souls with vast amazement fill. And speak the builder — God.

5 But still the wonders of thy grace

Our softer passions move ; Pity divine, in Jesus' face. We see, adore, and love.

16. L. M. 81.

The living temple.

1 Not in the world of light alone.

Where God has built his blazing throne ;

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Nor yet alone in eartli below, With belted seas that come and go, And endless isles of sunlit green, Is all thy Maker's glory seen : Look in upon tliy wondrous frame — Eternal wisdom still the same !

2 O Father ! grant thy love divine To make these mystic temples thine ! When wasting age and wearying strife Have sapped the leaning walls of life. When darkness gathers over all, And the last tottering pillars fall. Take the poor dust thy mercy warms And mould it into heavenly forms !

17. C. M.

1 The Lord our God is full of might.

The winds obey his will ; He speaks, and in his heavenly height The rolling sun stands still.

2 Rebel, ye waves — and o'er the land

With threatening aspect roar ! The Lord uplifts his awful hand And chains you to the shore.

3 Howl, winds of night ! your force combuie !

Without his high behest. Ye shall not in the mountain pine Disturb the sparrow's nest.

4 His voice sublime is heard afar.

In distant peals it dies :

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He yokes the whirlwinds to his car And sweeps the howling skies.

5 Ye nations, bend — in reverence bend ; Ye monarchs, wait his nod, And bid the choral song ascend To celebrate our God.

18. C. M.

Psalm xviii.

1 The Lord descended from above.

And bowed the heavens most high ; And underneath his feet he cast The darkness of the sky.

2 On cherub and on cherubim

Full royally he rode, And on the wings of mighty winds Came flying all abroad.

3 He sat serene upon the floods,

Their fury to restrain ; And he, as sovereign Lord and King, For evermore shall reio-n.

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19. L. M.

1 The Lord is King ! Lift up thy voice, O earth, and all ye heavens rejoice ! From world to world the joy shall ring: " The Lord omnipotent is King !"

2 The Lord is King ! who then shall dare Resist his will, distrust his care ?

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Holy and true are all liis ways : Let every creature speak bis praise.

3 The Lord is King ! exalt your strains ; Ye saints, your God, your Father reigns ; One Lord, one empire, all secures :

He reigns, and life and death are yours.

4 Oh, when his wisdom can mistake, His might decay, his love forsake ; Then may his children cease to sing, "The Lord omnipotent is King ! "

20. C. M.

God eternal.

1 Ere men ador'd, or angels knew

Or prais'd thy wondrous name, Thy bliss, O sacred Spring of life ! Thy glory, was the same.

2 And when the pillars of the world

With sudden ruin break, And all this vast and goodly fram^ Sinks in the mighty wreck —

3 When from her orb the moon shall start,

Th' astonish'd sun roll back, And all the trembling starry lamps Their ancient course forsake ; —

4 Foi'ever permanent and fixed.

From agitation free, Unchang'd in everlasting years. Shall thy existence be.

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21. L. M. 61.

God is love.

1 I GAZE up to the heavens above, And own him as a God of love ! For he hath given to me my breath, For he hath shielded me from death., For he hath died to make me his, Hath seal'd to me eternal bliss.

2 The sun that shines so bright on high, And wakes the life his beams supply ; The placid moon and stars, that keep Their silent watch, while myriads sleep ; The teeming hosts around, above,

The strain re-echo — God is love !

3 True, I am here, a helpless worm, A leaf, the plaything of the storm ; Yet is there One who works his will. And he will be my refuge still :

I see "him on his throne above, And feel secure — for God is love !

4 Despite my prayer, what though he slay ! He gave, then let him take away !

My soul, in his own presence blest. Joyous in its eternal rest, Shall chant the lay, 'mid hosts above, I know — I know my God is love I

22. 8s and 4.

1 I CAis^NOT always trace the way

Where thou, almighty One, dost move ;

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But I can always — always say, That God is love.

2 When fear her chillmg mantle flings

O'er earth, my soul to heaven above, As to her native home, upsprings — For God is love.

3 When myst'ry clouds my darkened path

I'll check my dread, my doubts reprove In this my soul sweet comfort hath, That God is love.

4 Yes, God is love ; — a thought like this

Can every gloomier thought remove, And turn all tears, all woes to bliss — For God is love.

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1 Earth, with her ten thousand flowers ; Air, w^ith all its beams and showers ,- All around, and all above.

Hath this record, " God is love."

2 Sounds among the vales and hills. In the woods, and by the rills — All these songs, beneath, above. Have one burthen, " God is love."

3 All the sympathies that stai't From the fountains of the heart. These are voices from above Sweetly whispering, " God is love."

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24. c. P. M.

i My God, thy boundless love I praise ; How bright on high its glories blaze !

How sweetly bloom below ! It streams from thy eternal throne ; Through heaven its joys forever run,

And o'er the earth they flow.

2 'Tis love that paints the purple morn. And bids the clouds, in air upborne,

Their genial drops distil ; In every vernal beam it glows, And breathes in every gale that blows,

And glides in every rill.

3 But in thy Word I see it shine With grace and glories more divine.

Proclaiming sins forgiven ; There faith, l^right cheruT), points the way To realms of everlasting day.

And opens all her heaven.

4 Then let the love that makes me blest With cheerful praise inspire my breast,

And ardent gratitude ; And all my thoughts and passions tend To thee, my Father and my Friend,

My soul's eternal good !

25. L. M. 61.

Psalm viii.

1 Immortal King ! through earth's wide frame, How great thy honor, praise and name ! 2

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Whose reign o'er distant worlds extends, Whose glory heaven's vast height transcends : From infants thou canst strength upraise, And form their lisping tongues to praise.

2 When, rapt in thought, with wakeful eye, I view the wonders of the sky —

The stars with vivid lustre crown'd. That nightly walk their destin'd round : Lord, what is man, that in thy care His humble lot should find a share ?

3 The beasts in him their lord behold : The grazing herd, the bleating fold ; The fowls, of various wing, that fly O'er the vast desert of the sky ; And all the watery tril^es, that glide Through paths to human sight denied.

4 Subjected to his feet by thee, To him all nature bows the knee : Lord, what is man, that in thy care His humble lot should find a share ? Or what the son of man, that thou

Thus to his wants thine ear shouldst bow ?

26. C. M.

1 O Tiiou, to whom all creatures bow

Within this earthly frame, Through all the world, how great art thou ! How glorious is thy name !

2 When heaven, thy beauteous work on high,

Employs my wondering sight —

CONDESCENSIOISr. 27

The moon that nightly rules the sky, With stars of feebler light :

3 Lord, what is man, that thou shouldst love

To keep him in thy mind ! Or what his race, that thou shouldst prove To them so wondrous kind !

4 O thou, to w^hom all creatures bow

Within this earthly frame, Through all the world, how great art thou ! How glorious is thy name !

27. C. M.

1 WiiEisr I behold the heavens on high,

The work of thy right hand — The moon and stars amid the sky. Thy lights in every land :

2 Lord, what is man, that thou shouldst deign

On him to set thy love ; Give him on earth awhile to reign, Then fill a throne above !

3 O Lord, how excellent thy name !

How manifold thy ways ! Let time thy saving truth, proclaim, Eternity thy praise.

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Psalm xxiii.

1 Lo, my Shepherd's hand divine ! Want shall never more be mine ;

28 GOODNESS OF GOD.

In a pasture foir and large He shall feed Lis happy charge, And my couch with tenderest care Mid the springing grass prepare.

2 When I faint with summer's heat, He shall lead my weary feet

To the streams, that still and slow Thro' the verdant meadow flow — Teach my steps the better way. When thro' devious paths I stray.

3 Though the dreary vale I tread, By the shades of death o'erspread. There I walk from terror free ; While my every wish I see

By thy rod and staff supplied — This my guard and that my guide.

4 Fill'd by thee, my cup o'erflows ; For thy love no limit knows; Constant to my latest end. This my footsteps shall attend, And shall bid thy hallow'd dome Yield me an eternal home.

29. L. M. 61.

1 TiTE Lord my pasture shall i)re])are, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants sup])ly, And guard me with a watchful eye : My noon-day walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.

PROVIDENTIAL CARE. 29

2 When in the sultry glehe I faint, Or on the tliirsty mountains pant, To fertile vales, and dewy meads, My weary, wand'ring steps he leads ; Where j)eaceful rivers, soft and slow, Amid the verdant landscape flow.

3 Though in a bare and rugged way. Through devious, lonely wilds I sti-ay, His bounty shall my pains beguile ; The barren wilderness shall smile. With lively greens and herbage crowned, And streams shall murmur all around.

4 Though in the paths of death I tread. With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For Thou, O Lord ! art with me still : Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dismal shade.

30. lis.

1 The Lord is my shepherd, no want shall I know ;

I feed in green pastures, safe-folded I rest : He leadeth my soul where the still waters flow, Restores me when wandering, redeems when oppressed.

2 Through the valley and shadow of death

though I stray. Since thou art my guardian, no evil I fear : Thy rod shall defend me, thy stafl" be my stay ; No harm can befall, with my comforter near.

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3 In the midst of affliction, my tal)le is spread ;

With blessings unmeasured my cup run- neth o'er : With pei'fume and oil thou anointest my head ; Oh ! what shall I ask of thy providence more ?

4 Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful God !

Still follow my steps till I meet thee al)ove : I seek — by the path which my forefathers

trod. Through the land of their sojourn — ^tliy

kingdom of love.

31. C. M.

[A. D. 1610-1630.]

1 The God of love my shepherd is,

And he that doth me feed ;

While he is mine, and I am his,

What can I want or need ?

2 lie leads me to the tender grass,

Where I l^oth feed and rest ; Then to the streams that gently pass : In both I have the best.

3 Or, if I stray, he doth convert.

And ])ring my mind in frame ; And all this not for my desert, But for his holy name.

4 Yea, in death's shady, black abode

Well may I walk — not fear ; For thou art with me, and thy rod To guide, thy staff to bear.

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5 Surely thy sweet and wondrous love Shall measure all my days ; And as it never shall remove, So neither shall my j^raise.

32. c. M.

1 WiiEisr all thy mercies, O my God,

My rising soul surveys ; Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise.

2 O how shall words, with equal warmth,

The gratitude declare That glows in my enraptured heart ! But thou canst read it there.

3 To all my weak complaints and cries

Thy mercy lent an ear. E'er yet my feeble thoughts had learn'd To form themselves in prayer.

4 Unnumber'd comforts to my soul

Thy tender care bestow'd. Before my infant heart conceived From whom those comforts flow'd.

5 When in the slippery paths of youth

With heedless steps I ran. Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe, And led me up to man.

6 Through hidden dangers, toils and deaths,

It gently clear'd my way ; And through the pleasing snares of vice. More to be fear'd than they.

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7 When worn with sickness, oft hast thou

With health renew'd my face ; And, when in sin and sorrow sunk, Revived my soul with grace.

8 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts

My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.

9 Through every period of my hfe

Thy goodness I'll pursue ; And after death, in distant worlds, The glorious theme renew.

10 When nature fails, and day and night

Divide thy works no more. My ever grateful heart, O Lord, Thy mercy shall adore.

11 Through all eternity, to thee

A joyful song I'll raise ;

But oh ! eternity's too short

To utter all thy praise.

33. L. M.

1 Oft, in the visions of the night.

My thoughts still on thy mercies rove ; And every midnight wakeful hour I trace the wonders of thy love.

2 The various and exhaustless theme,

Each rising morn, my soul pursues ; In fervent prayer ascends to thee. And still her grateful song renews.

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3 Thy mercies, Lord, tlirougli endless years, Shall still my raptured powers employ ; Yet endless years will only swell My wonder, gratitude, and joy.

34. L. M. 61 Psalm xxiii. 4-6.

1 Mercy and goodness, O my God,

Have followed me through all my days ; Thy strengthening staff, and guiding rod,

Upheld, my steps, made sti'aight my ways : Lord, till I reach thy holy hill. Goodness and mercy guard me still.

2 And when I yield this mortal breath — •

My soul into thy hands commend — And pass the vale and shade of death,

Thy staff and rod my path attend : Mercy and goodness then shall be My song to all eternity.

35. S. M.

Psalm ciii.

1 O BLESS the Lord, my soul,

His grace to thee proclaim ; And all that is within me, join To bless his holy name.

2 O bless the Lord, my soul,

His mercies bear in mind ; Forget not all his benefits, Who is to thee so kind. 2*

34 (J'JODMESS OF GOD.

3 He pardons all thy sins,

Prolongs tliy feeble breath ; He healeth thine infirmities, And ransoms thee from death.

4 He feeds thee with his love,

Upholds thee with his trnth ; And, like the eagle's, he renews The vigor of thy youth.

5 Then bless the Lord, my sonl,

His grace, his love proclaim : Let all that is within me join To bless his holy Name.

36. C. M.

Psalm xxxiv.

1 Through all the changing scenes of life,

In trouble and in joy. The pi'aises of my God shall still My heart and tongue employ.

2 Of his deliverance I will l)on,st.

Till all who ai-e distressed From my example comfort take. And charm their griefs to I'est.

3 Oh, magnify the Lord witli me.

With me exalt his name ! When in distress to him I called. He to my rescue came.

4 The hosts of God encamp around

The dwellings of the just ;

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Deliverance lie affords to all Who in liis mercy trnst.

5 Oh, make but trial of his love !

Experience will decide How blest are they, and only they, Who in his truth confide.

6 Fear him, ye saints, and you will then

Have nothing else to fear ; Make you his service your delight, Your wants shall be his care.

37. C. M.

1 As, on the verge of youth, my mind

Life's opening scene surveyed, I viewed its ills of various kind. Afflicted and afraid.

2 But chief my fear the danger moved,

That virtue's path inclose : My heart the wise pursuit approved, But, oh, w^hat toils oppose !

3 For see, ah see ! while yet her ways

With doubtful steps I tread, A hostile world its terrors raise — Its snares delusive spread.

4 Oh, ]iow shall I, with heart prepared,

Those terrors learn to meet ? How from the thousand snares to guard My inexperienced feet ?

5 Let faith suppress each rising fear,

Each anxious doubt exclude;

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My Maker's will has placed me here — A Maker wise and good !

6 He, to my every trial, knows

Its just restraint to give : Attentive to beliold my woes, And faithful to relieve.

7 Then why thus heavy, O my soul !

Say, why, distrustful still. Thy thoughts with vain impatience roll O'er scenes of future ill ?

8 Tho' griefs unnumber'd throng thee round,

Still in thy God confide. Whose finger marks the seas their bound, And curbs the headlong tide.

38. C. M.

1 AuTnoK of good ! to thee we turn :

Thy ever- wakeful eye Alone can all our wants discern, Thy hand alone supply.

2 O let thy fear within us dwell.

Thy love our footsteps guide ; That love shall vainer loves expel, That fear all fears beside.

3 And, oh ! by error's force subdued,

Since oft, with stuT)born will. We blindly shun the latent good And grasp the specious ill ;

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4 Not to our wish, Init to our want, Do thou thy gifts supply ! Unasked, what good thou knowest grant ; What ill, though asked, deny.

39. C. M.

Genesis xxviii.

1 O God of Bethel ! by whose hand

Thy people still are fed ; Who through this weary pilgrimage, Hast all our fathers led ;

2 Our vows, our prayers, we now present

Before thy throne of grace : God of our fathers, be the God Of their succeeding race.

3 Through each perplexing path of life

Our wandering footsteps guide ; Give us each day our daily bread, And raiment fit provide.

4 Oh, spread thy covering wings around,

Till all our wanderings cease. And at our Father's loved abode. Our souls arrive in peace.

5 Such blessings from thy gracious hand,

Our humble prayers implore ; And thou shalt be our chosen God, And portion evermore.

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40. c. M.

1 SiT^CE all tlie varying scenes of time

God's watchful eye surveys, .0, who so wise to choose our lot, Or to appoint our ways ?

2 Good, when he gives — supremely good,-

Nor less when he denies ; Ev'n crosses, from his sovereign hand, Are blessings in disguise.

3 Why should we doubt a Father's love,

So constant and so kind ?

To his unerrins:, sfracious will

Be every wish resigned.

41. C. M.

1 Thy way, O God, is in the sea — ■

Thy paths I cannot ti'ace.

Nor comprehend the mystery

Of thy unbounded grace.

2 As through a glass, I dindy see

The wonders of thy love ; — How little do I know of thee, Or of the joys above !

3 'Tis l)ut in part I know thy will;

I bless thee for the sight : When will thy love the rest reveal In glory's clearer light?

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4 With rapture shall I then survey Thy providence and grace ; And spend an everlasting day In wonder, love, and jjraise.

42. L. M. 61.

1 Fountain of life, and living breath,

Wliose mercies never fail nor fiide ! Fill us Avith life that hath no death.

Fill us with light that hath no shade : Appoint the remnant of our days To see thy power, and sing thy praise.

2 Lord God of gods, before whose throne

Stand storms and fire ! O what shall we Return to heaven that is our own.

When all the world belongs to thee ? We have no offering to impart. But praises and a wounded heart.

3 Great God, whose kingdom hath no end,

Into whose secrets none can dive, Whose mercy none can apprehend,

Whose justice none can feel, — and live ! What our dull spirits cannot soar To know — Lord, teach us to adore !

43. C. M.

1 Father, how wide thy glory shines ! How high tliy wonders rise ! Known through the earth by thousand signs. By thousand through the skies.

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2 Those mighty orbs prochiim tliy power,

Their motions speak thy skill ; And on the wings of every hour We read thy patience still.

3 But when we view thy strange design

To save rebellious worms, Where vengeance and compassion join In their divinest forms, — ■

4 Here the whole Deity is known ;

Nor dares a creature trace Which of the glories brightest shone, The justice, or the grace.

5 Now the full glories of the Lamb

Adorn the heavenly plains ; Bright seraphs learn Immanuel's name, And try their choicest strains.

6 Oh, may I bear some huml:)le part

In that immortal song ! Wonder and joy shall tune my heart, And love command my tongue.

CIIPvIST.

4:4:. P. M.

1 No war nor battle's sound Was heard the Avorld around —

No hostile chiefs to furious combat ran; But peaceful was the night In which the Prince of light

His reign of peace upon the earth began.

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2 Lo ! witli enrapturVl ear The watching shepherds hear

Sweet music, offspring of no mortal hand ; Divinely-warl)led voice, Answering the stringed noise,

With bhssful rapture charm'd the list'ning band.

3 Sounds of so sweet a tone Before were never known,

But when of old the sons of morning sung ;

While God disposed in air

Each constellation fair, And the well-balanced world aloft was hung.

4 " Hail, hail, auspicious morn ! The Saviour Christ is born !"

Such was th' immortal seraph's song sublime ;

" Glory to God in heaven !

To man sweet peace be given, Sweet peace and friendship to the end of time."

45. L. M.

1 When Jordan hush'd his waters still, And silence slept on- Zion's hill ;

When Bethl'hem's shej^herds thro' the night Watch'd o'er their flocks by starry light ;

2 Hark! from the midnight hills around, A voice of more than mortal sound

In distant hallelujahs stole,

Wild murmuring, o'er the raptured souk

3 On wheels of light, on wings of flame, The glorious hosts of Zion came :

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Hio^li heaven witli songs of triumph rnng, While thus they struck their harps and sung

4 O Zion, lift thy i-aj^tured eye, The long-expected hour is nigh ; The joys of nature rise again,

The Prince of Salem comes to reign.

5 See mercy from her golden urn

Pours a rich stream to them that mourn ; Behold, she binds, with tender care. The bleeding bosom of desj^air.

0 He comes, to cheer the trembling heart, Bids Satan and his hosts depart ; Again the Day-star gilds the gloom, Aii'ain the bowers of Eden bloom !

46. c. M.

1 While shepherds watch'd their flocks l)y

night. All seated on the ground. The angel of the Lord came down, And glory shone around.

2 " Fear not," said he, for mighty dread

Had seized their troubled mind : " Glad tidings of great joy I l)ring To you, and all mankind.

3 " To you, in David's town, this day

Is l)orn, of David's line, The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord, And this shall be the sign :

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4 " The heavenly babe yon there shall find,

To human view clisplay'd, All meanly wrapt in swathing bauds, And in a manger laid."

5 Thus spake the seraph, and forthwith

Appeared a shining throng Of angels, praising God, who thus Address'd their joyful song:

6 "All glory be to God on high,

And to the earth be peace ; Good-will, henceforth, from heaven to men, Begin and never cease."

47. 8s and 7s.

1 Hakk ! what mean those holy voices.

Sweetly sounding through the skies 1 Lo ! th' angelic host rejoices ; Heavenly hallelujahs rise.

2 Listen to the wondrous story.

Which they chant, in hymns of joy: " Glory in the highest — ^glory ! Glory be to God most high !

3 " Peace on earth, good-will from heaven,

Reachins: far as man is found. Souls redeemed, and sms forgiven. Loud our golden harps shall sound.

4 " Christ is born, the great Anointed ;

Heaven and earth his praises sing ; O, receive whom God appointed.

For your Prophet, Piiest, and King."

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5 Hasten, mortals, to adore him ;

Learn his name, aucl taste liis joy ; Till in heaven ye sing before him, " Glory be to God most high !"

48. C. M.

1 Calm on the listening ear of night,

Come heaven's melodious strains, Where wild Judea stretches far Her silver-mantled plains.

2 Celestial choirs, from courts above.

Shed sacred glories there ; And angels, with their sparkling lyres, Make music on the air.

3 The joyons hills of Palestine

Send back the glad reply ; And greet, from all their holy heights, The day-spring from on high.

4 O'er the blue depths of Galilee

There comes a holier calm ; And Sharon waves, in solemn praise, Her silent groves of palm.

5 " Glory to God !" the sounding skies

Loud with their anthems ring ; " Peace to the earth — good-will to men, From heaven's eternal King."

49. II. M.

1 Hark — hark — the notes of joy, lloll o'er the heavenly plains !

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And seraphs find employ, For their sublimest strains : Some new delight in heaven is known, Loud sound the harps around the throne.

2 Bear — bear the tidings round,

Let every mortal know What love in God is found.

What pity he can show : Ye winds that blow, ye waves that roll, Bear the glad news from pole to pole !

3 Strike — strike the harps again.

To great Immanuel's name ; Arise, ye sons of men.

And all his grace proclaim : Angels and men, wake every string, 'Tis God the Saviour's praise we sing !

50. 8s, Ts, and 4.

1 Angels ! from the realms of glory,

Wing your flight o'er all the earth ; Ye, who sang creation's story.

Now proclaim Messiah's birth : Come and worship — Worship Christ, the new-born King.

2 Shepherds ! in the field abiding.

Watching o'er your flocks by night ; God with man is now residing,

Yonder shines the infant-light : Come and worship. Worship Christ, the new-born King.

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3 Sages, leave your contemplations,

Brighter visions beam afar : Seek the great Desire of nations;

Ye have seen his natal star : Come and worship, Worship Christ, the new-born King.

4 Saints, before the altar bending.

Watching long in hope and fear ; Suddenly the Lord, descending,

In his temple shall appear: Come and worship. Worship Christ, the new-born King.

5 Sinners, wrung with true repentance,

Doomed for guilt to endless pains ; Justice now revokes the sentence,

Mercy calls you — ^break your chains Come and worship, Worship Christ, the new-born King.

51. 7s.

1 Haek ! the herald anofels sinsf, " Glory to the new-born King ! Peace on earth, and mercy mild ; God and sinners reconciled."

2 Joyful, all ye nations, rise ; Join the triumph of the skies: With th' angelic host proclaim, " Christ is born in Bethlehem !"

3 Mild he lays his glory by ; Born that man no more may die ;

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Born to raise the sons of eartli ; Born to give them second birth.

4 Hail, the heaven-horn Prince of Peace ! Hail, the Sun of Bighteousness ! Light and life to all he l^rings, Bis'n with healinij: in his wins^s.

52. c. M.

1 The world lay hush'd in slumber deep,

And darkness veiled the mind, When rose upon their shadowy sleep The star that saves mankind.

2 Led by that solitary star

To glory's poor abode, Lo ! wondering wisdom from afar Brings incense to her God.

3 Humility, on Judah's hills,

Watching her fleecy care. Turns to an angel's voice, that fills With love the midnight air.

4 Like voices, through yon bursting cloud,

Announce the Almighty plan ; Hymning, in adoration loud, " Peace and good- will to man."

53. 7s.

1 Blessed night, when first that plain Echoed with the joyful strain, — - " Peace has come to earth ao-ain !"

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2 Happy slieplierds, on whose ear Fell tlie tidings glad and dear, — " God to man is drawing near !"

3 Babe of weakness ! can it be That the earth's great victory Is to be achieved by thee ?

4 Child of poverty ! art thou

He to whom all heaven shall bow, And all earth shall pay the vow ?

5 Laml) of God, thy lowly name, King of kings, we thee proclaim ; Heaven and earth shall hear its fame.

6 Sun of peace ! no longer stay, Let the shadows flee away. And the long night end in day.

54:. 7S.

1 Watchman ! tell us of the night.

What its signs of promise are. — Traveller ! o'er yon mountain's height. See that glory-beaming star ! —

2 Watchman ! does its beauteous ray

Aught of hope or joy foretell ? — Traveller ! yes ; it brings the day — Promised day of Israel.

3 Watchman ! tell us of the night,

Higher yet that star ascends.— Traveller ! blessedness and light,

Peace and truth its course portends !

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4 Watchman ! will its beams alone

Gild the S2)ot that gave them bii'th ?

Traveller ! ages are its own,

See, it bursts o'er all the earth !

5 Watchman ! tell us of the night.

For the morning seems to dawn. — Traveller ! darkness takes its flight ; Doubt and terror are withdrawn.—

6 Watxihman ! let thy wanderings cease,

Hie thee to thy quiet home. — Traveller ! lo ! the Prince of Peace, Lo ! the Son of God is come.

55. lis and 10s.

1 Brightest and best of the sons of the

morning. Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid : btar of the east, the horizon adorning, Guide where our Infant Eedeemer is^laid.

2 Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining- Low lies his head with the beasts of the stall : Angels adore him in slumber recHning, Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of "all.

3 Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion. Odors of Edom, and offerings divine ; Gems of the mountam, and pearls of the ocean Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the

mine ?

4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation, Vamly with gold would his favor secure :

o

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Richer by far is tlie heart's adoration, Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor.

5 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend ns thine aid: Star of the east, the horizon adorning. Guide where our Infant Redeemer is laid.

56. L. M.

1 WiiEisr, marshall'd on the nightly plain.

The glittering host bestud the sky. One star alone, of all the train. Can fix the sinner's wandering eye.

2 Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks.

From every host, from every gem ; But one alone the Saviour speaks : It is the Star of Bethlehem.

3 Once on the raging seas 1 rode :

The storm was loud, the night was dark ; The ocean yawned, and rudely l)lowed The wind that tossed my foundering bark.

4 Deep horror then my vitals froze ;

Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem ; When suddenly a star arose ! It was the Star of Bethlehem.

5 It was my guide, my light, my all ;

It bade my dark forebodings cease ; And through the storm, and danger's thrall, It led me to the port of [)eace.

6 Now safely moored, my peiils o'er,

I'll sing, hj'st in night's diadem.

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Forever and for evermore,

The Star — the Star of JBethlehem !

57. lOs.

1 From Jesse's root behold a branch arise, Whose sacred flower with fragrance Alls the

skies ! Th' ethereal Spirit o'er its leaves shall move. And on its top descends the mystic dove.

2 Ye heavens ! from high the dewy nectar ponr, And in soft silence shed the kindly shower ! The sick and weak the healing plant shall aid ; From storms a shelter, and from heat a shade.

3 See Nature hastes her earliest wreaths to bring. With all the incense of the breathing spring ! See spicy clouds from lowly Sharon rise, And Carmel's flowery to]) perfumes the skies !

4 Hark ! a glad voice the lonely desert cheers • " Prepare the way ! a God, a God appears !" Lo, earth receives him from the bending skies ! Sink down, ye mountains, and, ye valleys, rise ?

5 The Saviour comes ! by ancient bards foretold ! Hear him, ye deaf! and, all ye blind, behold ! He from thick films shall purge the visual ray, And on the sightless eye-ball pour the day.

6 No sigh, no murmur the wide world shall hear ! From ev'ry face he wipes off ev'ry tear :

In adamantine chains shall death be bound. And hell's grim tyrant feel th' eternal wound.

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58. C. M. 81.

1 When- the old seer, by vision led,

And energy divine, Into the shadowy region sped

To muse on distant time, — " Who's this V he cried, " comes by the way

Of Edom, all divine. Travelling in splendor, whose array

Is red, but not with wine !"

2 " Blest be the Herald of our King,

That comes to set us free ! The dwellers of the rock shall sing.

And utter praise to thee ! Tabor and Hermon yet shall see

Their glories glow again, And blossoms spring on field and tree

That ever shall remain."

59. C. M.

T7ie Death of Moses. — Dent, xxxiv.

1 He climbed the mountain, and behold !

The land l)efore him lay ; Here Jordan's l)ounding waters rolled. There Carmel stretched away.

2 From northern Lebanon — outspread

To Aral)y the wild, Wliere strangers' lives the patiiarchs led, Their promis'd Canaan smiled :

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3 A land of fountains and of rills,

Where milk and honey flowed : Whose stones were iron ; from whose hills Brass in the furnace glowed.

4 But all the soil with biood was stained —

Revenge and rapine strove ; Pagan abominations reigned In every haunted grove.

5 The vision changed ; — then Moses saw

The idols overthrown, God out of Zion giving law, God worship'd there alone.

6 And still the vision grew more bright ;

On humble Bethlehem shined The star of Jacob, and a light To lighten all mankind.

7 In silent trance the prophet gazed —

" It is enough," he cried, His hands with holy rapture raised — Saw the Lord's Christ, and died.

60. 7s.

" Lord^ noil) lettest thou.,'''' etc., Luke ii.

1 'Tis enough — the hour is come ; Now within the silent toml) Let this mortal frame decay. Mingled with its kindred clay; Since thy mercies, oft of old By thy chosen seers foretold. Faithful now and steadfast prove, God of truth, and God of love !

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2 Since at length my aged eye

Sees the Day-spring from on high — Those, whom death had overspread With his dark and dreary shade, Lift their eyes, and from afar Hail the light of Jacob's Star ; AVaiting till the promised ray Turn their darkness into day.

3 Sun of righteousness, to thee, Lo ! the nations bow the knee ; And the realms of distant kings Own the healing of thy wings. See the beams, intensely shed, Shine o'er Zion's favoi-ed head ! Never may they hence remove, God of truth, and God of love !

61. C. M.

1 Hark, the glad sound ! the Saviour comes !

The Saviour promis'd long ! Let ev'ry heart prepare a throne, And ev'ry voice a song.

2 On him the Spirit, largely pour'd.

Exerts his sacred fire ; Wisdom and might, and zeal and love, His holy l>reast ins})ire.

3 He comes the prisoners to release,

In Satan's bondage held ; The gates of brass 1)efore him burst, The iron fetters yield.

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lie comes, from tliickest films of vice,

To clear the mental ray ; And, on the eyes ojipressed with night,

To pour celestial day.

He comes, the broken heart to bind,

The bleeding soul to cure ; And, with the treasures of his grace,

T' enrich the humble poor.

Our glad hosannas. Prince of peace.

Thy welcome shall proclaim ; And heaven's eternal arches rino:

With thy beloved name.

62. L. M.

The teaching of Jesus.

How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound Fro.m lips of gentleness and grace,

When listening thousands gathered round. And joy and reverence filled the j)lace.

From heaven He came, of heaven He spoke — To heaven he led his followers' way ;

Dark clouds of gloomy night Pie broke. Unveiling an immortal day.

" Come, wanderers, to my Father's home — Come, all ye weary ones, and rest !"

Yes, sacred Teacher ! we will come — Obey thee, love thee, and be blest !

Decay, then, tenements of dust !

Pillars of earthly pride, decay ! A nobler mansion waits the just.

And Jesus has prepared the way.

56 CHKIST.

63. L. M. 6 1.

Matthew, vi. 25-30.

1 When" sinks my soul, oppress'd witli care, Wlien o'er my cheek descends tlie tear, While all my passions are at strife,

O let me hear the words of life ! Raptures deep-felt His words impart, As thus He raised the drooping heart.

2 Think not, when all your stores afford Is spread uj^on the sparing board — Think not, when worn the robe appears. While on the roof the tempest bears — ■ " What farther shall this life sustain ? What clothe these shiv'ring limbs again ?"

3 Behold (and look away despair) The tenants of the barren air ; To them no granaries belong,

Nought but the woodland and the song ; Yet your kind Fatlier bends his eye On the least wing beneath the sky.

4 To him with joyous notes they sing. When earth 's renew'd in opening spring ; To him they cry in winter's reign. Their music nor their plaint in vain :

He hears the gay, the sorrowing call, And with large bounty feeds them all.

5 Observe the lily's snowy grace. Observe the various flowering race,

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That know not toil, hut careless grow — How warm they bliisli, how bright they glow I What vestiueiits can with them compare? What king, what queen, so royal fair ?

6 If thus the fowls of heaven lie feeds. If o'er the fields such robes He spreads, Can your least want escape his view ? Will he not care, much more, for you ? Is He unwise ? ye faithless, say. Or are ye of less worth than they ?

64. L. M. 6 1.

1 Around Bethesda's healing wave,

Waiting to hear the rustling wing Which spoke the angel nigh, who gave

Its virtue to that holy s])ring. With patience and with ho]:)e endued, Were seen the gathered multitude.

2 Among them there was one whose eye

Had often seen the waters stirr'd — Whose heart had often lieav'd the sigh,

The bitter sigh of hope deferr'd ; Until the Saviour's love was shown. Which heal'd him by a word alone !

8 Bethesda's pool has lost its power ! No angel, by his glad descent, Dispenses that diviner dower.

Which with its healing waters went : But He, whose word surpassed its wave, Is still omnipotent to save. 3*

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4 Saviour ! Thy love is still tlie same

As when that healing word was spoke ;

Still in Thine all-redeeming name

Dwells power to hurst the strongest yoke !

O, be that power, that love displayed ;

Flelp those whom Thou alone canst aid !

65. L. M.

1 AVhen power divine, in mortal form. Hushed with a word the raging storm, In soothing accents Jesus said, — •

" Lo ! it is I ; be not afraid."

2 Blest be the voice that In'eathes from heaven, To every heart in sunder riven,

"When love, and joy, and hope are fled, — " Lo ! it is I ; be not afraid."

3 And when the last dread hour is come, W'hile shuddering nature waits her doom, Til is voice shall call the pious dead, —

" Lo ! it is I ; be not afraid."

6G. L. M. 81.

" Looking vp to heaven^ he sighed.'''' Mark vii. 84.

1 He look'd to heaven, and sadly sighed —

What saw my gracious Saviour there, With fear and anguish to divide

The joy of heaven-accepted prayer? So o'er the bed where Lazarus slept

He to his Father groan'd and wept ; What saw he mournful in that grave,

Knovviuo: liimself so stronsr to save ?

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2 The deaf may hear the Saviour's voice,

The fetter'd tongue its chain may break ; But the deaf heart, tlie dumb by choice,

The laggard soul, that will not wake, The guilt that scorns to be forgiven —

These spurn the offer'd bliss of heaven : In thouo-ht of these, his brows beni<2:n

Not even in liealiuor cloudless shine.

3 Lord, by thy sad and earnest eye —

When thou didst look to heaven and sigh — ■ Thy voice, that w^ith a word could chase

'Fhe dumb, deaf spirit from his place — Within the liearts thy word has taught,

Quell thou each thankless, godless thought ; And let each tongue unchained be

To own no hope, no Lord, but Thee !

67. C. M.

1 Heal us, Lnmanuel, here we stand

Waiting to feel thy touch ; To wounded souls stretch forth thy hand, O Saviour, we are such !

2 Kemember him who once apply 'd,

With trembling for relief : " Lord, I believe," with tears, he cry'd, " Oh, help my unbelief !"

3 She too, who touch'd thee in the press,

And healing virtue stole. Was answer'd, " Daughter, go in peace, Thy faith hath made thee whole."

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4 Like her, with, hopes and feai*s we come, To touch thee if we may ; Oh, send us not despairing home. Send none unheard away !

68. C. M.

1 My Saviour, what thou didst of ohl,

When thou wast dwelling here, Thou doest yet for them who, bold In faith, to thee draw near.

2 Mourning I sat beside the way,

In sightless gloom apart. And sadness heavy on me lay, And longing gnaw'd my heart :

3 I heard the music of the psalms

Thy people sung to thee, I felt the waving of their palms, And yet I could not see.

4 My pain grew more than I could bear,

Too keen my grief became ; Then I took heart in my despair To call upon thy name :

5 " O, Son of David ! save and heal.

As thou so oft has done : O, heavenly Saviour ! let me feel My load of darkness gone."

6 And ever weeping as I spoke

With bitter prayers and sighs, My stony heart grew soft and broke, More earnest yet my cries.

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T A sudden answer still'd my fear ; For it was said to me, " O, poor blind man ! be of good cheer, Arise, He calletli thee."

8 I felt. Lord, that thou stoodest still.

Groping, thy feet I sought ; From off me fell my old self-will, A change came o'er my thought.

9 Thou saidst, " What is it thou wouldst have ?"

" Lord, that I might have sight ; To see thy countenance, I crave :" — " So be it ; have thou light."

10 And words of thine can never fail, My fears are past and o'er ; My soul is glad with light, the veil Is on my heart no more.

G9. C. M.

1 On help us. Lord ! each hour of need

Thy heavenly succor give ; Plelp us in thought, and word, and deed, Each hour on earth we live.

2 Oh help us, through the prayer of faith,

More firmly to believe ; For still the moi'e thy servant hath. The more shall he receive.

3 If, strangers to thy fold, we call,

Imploring at thy feet,

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The crnml)S that from tliy tal)le fall, 'Tis all we dare eutreat.

4 But be it, Lord of mercy, all,

So thou wilt grant but this ; The crumbs that from thy tal)le fall Are light, and life, and bliss.

5 Oh help us, Jesus ! from on high ;

We know no help but thee : Oh help us so to live and die As thine in heaven to be.

70. L. M.

4

1 When, like a stranger on our sphere, The lowly Jesus sojourned here, Where'er he went affliction fled,

And sickness reared her drooping head.

2 The eye that rolled in iiksome night Beheld his face, — for God is light ; The opening ear, the loosened tongue, His precepts heard, his praises sung.

3 Demoniac madness, dark and wild, With melancholy transport smiled ; The storm of horror ceased to roll, And reason lii»:litened throuixh the soul.

4 His word the outcast leper healed, His lips the sinner's pardon sealed ; Warm tears o'er Lazarus he shed,

Then s}>ake tlie word that raised the dead.

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5 Through paths of loving-kindness led, Where Jesus triumphed we would tread ; In his great name may we dispense The gifts of our benevolence !

71. P. M.

1 Beyond where Cedron's waters flow, Behold the suffering Saviour go

To sad Gethsemane ; His countenance is all divine, Yet grief appears in every line.

2 He bows beneath the sins of men ; He cries to God, and cries again.

In sad Gethsemane : He lifts His mournful eyes above — " My Father, can this cup remove V

3 With gentle resignation still He yielded to His Father's will

In sad Gethsemane : " Behold Me here, thine only Son ; And, Father, let Thy will be done."

4 The Father heard; and angels, there. Sustained the Son of God in prayer.

In sad Gethsemane : He drank the dreadful cup of pain — Then rose to life and joy again.

5 When storms of sorrow round us sweep, And scenes of anguish make us weep,

To sad Gethsemane

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We'll look and see the. Saviour there, And humbly bow, like Him, in prayer.

72. L. M.

{^Fiflcenlli Ccniuri/.)

1 On Thou who, though with veiled face, Wast still the Sun of righteousness : With fainting limbs and footsteps slow, Smitten with many a scornful blow :

2 Thou who, at the third hour, wast led. Oh Christ! to meet that torture dread : Who, on thy shoulder, didst for us — For us unhappy — bear the cross :

3 Make us so full of love to thee. And let our lives so holy be. That we may win thy tranquil rest. And in the heavenly land be blest.

73. L. M.

(^Fifteenth Ceniury.')

1 For us the bitter cross He bore,

And, stretch'd thereon, was parch'd with

thirst, Jesus, whose sacred hands were piercVl, Whose sacred feet with nails they tore.

2 Honor and blessing we will bi'ing

To Him, the Lord, the crucified. Who, by His suif' i-ings as He died, Has ransom'd us from perishing.

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74. L. M.

1 Haek ! how He prays ! — the charming sound

Dwells on His dying lips — " Forgive ;" And every groan and every wound Cries, " Father, let the guilty live !"

2 Go ye that rest upon the law,

And toil and seek salvation there ; Look to the flames that Moses saw, And shrink, and tremble, and despair !

3 But I'll retire beneath the cross :

Saviour, at thy dear feet I lie ; And the keen sword that justice draws. Flaming and red, shall pass me by.

75. 7s. 61.

{^Ttvelfth Century.')

Tiiou, all given up to woe !

By thy hands with nails pierced through,

By thy side with scourges torn,

By thy head thus crowned with thorn —

Jesus, look upon me here.

Nor despise a sinner's prayer !

Saviour ! who alone canst bless ! Thy holy stream, the dew of grace, Flowing from thy wounded side — Flowing in a crimson tide ! Our remission's ransom price, Our salvation's sacrifice.

6Q CHRIST.

3 Jesus, merciful thou art,

Light the sunbeam in my heart ; Thou, wlio, cleansing in thy blood. Hast redeemed me unto God ! Victor now ])eyond the sky. Haste to save me, oh, be nigh !

76. 7s.

{^Twelfth Century.')

1 Sacred Head ! so bruised and wounded. With the crown of thorns surrounded. Smitten with the mocking reed — Wounds which may not cease to bleed — Hail ! from whose most blessed brow None can wipe the blood-drops now : All the flower of life has fled.

Mortal paleness there instead.

2 Thou this agony and scorn. Hast for me, a sinner, l)orne — Me unworthy ! all for me. Were those signs of love on thee ! Let me true communion know With thee in thy sacred woe — Give thee tlianks with every breath, Jesus ! for thy l)itter death.

3 When my dying hour must l)e, Faithful Slieplierd, think of me ! In that dreadfid hour, I l)ray, Jesus, come without delay :

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All unwortliy of tby thought, Guilty, yet reject me not ; When my dying hour is near. Lover of my soul, a2:)pear !

77. 7s and 6s. Suggested by the above, (a. d. 1659.)

O SACRED Head, now wounded !

With grief and pain weighed down ! O sacred brow, surrounded

With thorns, thine only crown ! Once on a throne of glory.

Adorned with light divine ; Now all despised and gory,

I joy to call thee mine.

On me, as thou art dying,

O, turn thy pitying eye ! To thee for mercy crying

Before thy cross I lie. Thy grief and thy compassion

Were all for sinners' gain ; Mine, mine was the transgression,

But thine the deadly pain.

What language can I borrow

To praise thee, heavenly Friend, For this thy dying sorrow.

Thy pity without end ? Lord, make me thine forever,

Nor let me faithless prove ; O let me never, never

Abuse such dying love.

.68 CHRIST.

4 Be near when I am dying ;

Then close beside me stand : Let me, while faint and sighing,

Lean calmly on thy hand ; These eyes new faith receiving,

From thine eye shall not move ; For he who dies believing.

Dies safely in thy love.

78. 8s, 7s, and 4.

1 Hark ! the voice of love and mercy

Sounds aloud from Calvary ; See, it rends the rocks asunder —

Shakes the earth, and veils the sky ! "Itisfinish'd!" Hear the Saviour, dying, cry.

2 It is iinish'd ! O what pleasure

Do these precious words afford ! Heavenly blessings, without measure,

Flow to us from Clirist the Lord. It is finished ! Saints, the dying words record.

3 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs, —

Join to sing tlie wondrous theme ; All on earth and all in heaven

Join to ]')raise ImmanuePs name: Hallelujah ! Glory to the bleeding Lamb !

HIS DEATH. 69

79. 7s.

1 Bound upon tli' accursed tree, Dread and awful, who is He ? By tlie sun at noon-day pale, Shiv'ring rocks and rending veil ; By earth trembling at his doom — By the saints who burst their tomb ; Lord, our suppliant knees we bow. Son of God ! 'tis Thou, 'tis Thou !

2 Bound upon th' accursed tree, Sad and dying, who is He ? By the last and bitter cry. Breath resign'd in agony ; By the lifeless body laid

In the chamber of the dead ; Crucified ! we know Thee now, — Son of Man ! 'tis Thou, 'tis Thou !

3 Bound upon th' accursed tree — Dread and awful, who is He ?

By the prayer for them that slew, " Lord ! they know not what they do ;" By the spoiled and empty grave, By the souls he died to save. By the rainbow round his brow. Son of God ! 'tis Thou, 'tis Thou !

80. 10s.

The Sejudtitre of Christ.

1 Where is the aspect more than heaven serene, Which saints and angels viewed with pure dehght ?

70 CHRIST.

The meekness and tlie majesty of mien, That won the yiekling heart with gentle might ?

2 Where is the voice with harmony replete

That chano^'d to love the most obdurate wilt? The eye, whose glance so ravishingly sweet, The soul with joy unspeakable could fill ?

3 Where is the hand that crush'd our direst foe,

And Satan's powers in chains of darkness bound ? Where is the servant's humble form l:)elow. In which the eternal Son of God was found ?

Lo ! where his pilgrimage of mercy ends ; What glory here into the grave descends !

81. L. M.

1 He dies ! the Friend of sinners dies !

Lo ! Salem's daughters weep around ; A solemn darkness veils the skies ;

A sudden tremblius: shakes the o-round.

2 Come near, ye saints, the anguish view

Of him who groans beneath your load ; He gives his sacred life for you,

For you he sheds his precious blood.

3 Here's love and grief beyond degree,

The Lord of glory dies for men ; But lo ! what su(hl('n joys we see, Jesus, the dead, ]-evives again !

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4 The rising God forsakes the tomb ;

Up to his Father\s court he flies ; Cherubic legions guard him home, And shout him welcome to the skies.

5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell

How high our great Deliverer reigns ; Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell, And led the tyrant Death in chains.

6 Say, " Live forever, glorious King,

Born to redeem, and strong to save ;" Then ask — " O death ! where is thy sting ? And where thy vict'ry, boasting grave V

82. 7s.

1 AisTGEL, roll the rock away ! Death, yield up the mighty prey : See ! He rises from the tomb, Glowins: with immortal bloom.

"O

2 Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes — Now to glory see him rise

In long triumph through the sky. Up to waiting worlds on high.

3 Heaven unfolds its portals wide ! Mighty conqueror ! through them ride King of glory ! mount thy throne. Boundless empire is thine own.

4 Powers of heaven, seraphic choirs, Sing, and sweep your golden lyres ; Sons of men, in huml^ler strain. Sing your mighty Saviour's reign.

72 CHRIST.

5 Every note witli wonder swell, Sin o'erthrown, and captive hell ! Where, O death, is now thy sting ? Where thy terrors, vanqnished king ?

83. 7s.

1 Hark ! the herald angels say, Christ the Lord is risen to-day : Kaise your joys and triumphs high, Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply.

2 Love's redeeming work is done, Fought the fight, the victory won : Jesus' agony is o'er.

Darkness veils the earth no more.

3 Vain the s"tone, the watch, the seal — Christ hath burst the gates of hell : Death, in vain, forbids His rise, Christ hath oj)ened paradise.

4 Lives again our glorious King ! Where, O death ! is now thy sting ? Once He died, our souls to save : Where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave ?

84. L. M. Luke xxiv.

1 Abide with us, and still unfold Thy sacred and prophetic lore ; The wond'rous things of Jesus told — Stranger, we thirst, we pant for more.

HIS RESURRECTIOlSr. 73

2 O stay with us, and still converse

Of Him that late on Calvary died — Of Him the prophecies rehearse : It was our friend they crucified.

3 Our souls are faint, our hearts are cold —

We thought that Israel He'd restore : But sweet the words thy lips have told, And, stranger, we complain no more.

4 Thus while they pray'd, at their request.

The stranger bows with smile divine : Then, round the board, the unknown guest And weary travellers recline.

5 Abide with us ! amaz'd they cry.

As suddenly, while breaking bread, Their own lost Jesus met their eye. With radiant glories round Plis head !

«

6 Abide with us, thou heavenly friend !

Leave not thy followers alone : The sweet communion here must end — ■ The heavenly visitant is gone.

85. L. M.

{^Eighth Century.')

A srYMisr of glory let us sing ! New hymns throughout the world shall ring Christ, by a way none ever trod, Ascendeth to the throne of God. 4

74 CHRIST.

2 The angels say to the eleven, "Why stand ye gazing into heaven ?" This is the Saviour — this is He ! Jesus hath triumph'd gloriously.

3 They said, the Lord should come again, As these beheld Him rising then. Calm soaring through the radiant sky, Mounting its dazzling summits high.

4 May our affections thither tend, And thither constantly ascend. Where, seated on the Father's throne, Thee reio^nins: in the heavens we own !

5 Be thou our present joy, O Lord ! Who wilt be ever our reward ; And, as the countless ages flee. May all our glory be in thee !

86. 6s and 4s.

1 KiSE, glorious Conqueror ! rise, Into thy native skies, —

Assume thy right : And where, in many a fold. The clouds are backward roll'd — Pass through those gates of gold,

And reign in light !

2 Victor o'er death and hell ! Cherubic legions swell

The radiant train : Praises all heaven inspire ;

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Each angel sweeps his lyi^e, And waves his wings of fire, — Thou Lamb once slain !

Saviour triumphant, hail ! And let thy name prevail

From age to age : Lord of the rolling years ! Claim for thine own the spheres; For thou hast bought with tears

Thy heritage.

Yet who are these behind. In numbers more than mind

Can count or say. Clothed in immortal stoles, Illumining the poles, A galaxy of souls

In white array ?

And then was heard afar Star answering to star:

" Lo ! these have come — ■ Followers of Him who gave His life their lives to save ; And now their palms they wave,

Brought safely home."

87. 7s.

Hail the day that saw him rise, Glorious to his native skies ; Christ awhile to mortals given, Enters now the gates of Heaven :

76 CHRIST.

There the glorious triumph waits ; Lift your heads, eternal gates ! Wide unfold the radiant scene, Take the King of glory in !

2 Him though highest heaven receives, Still he loves the earth he leaves — Thouofh returnino; to his throne, Still he calls mankind his own.

Still for us he intercedes, Prevalent, his death he pleads ; Next himself prepares a place, Great Forerunner of our race !

3 Master ! (may we ever say,) Taken from the world away. See thy faithful servants, see, Ever gazing up to thee.

Grant, though parted from our sight. High above yon azure height, — Gi'ant our souls may thither rise, FoU'wing thee beyond the skies.

4 Ever upward may we move, Wafted on the wings of love ; Looking when our Lord shall come — Looking for a happier home.

There shall we with thee remain. Partners of thy endless reign : There thy face unclouded see — Find a heaven of heavens in thee.

HIS PRAYERS. T7

88. L. M. 61.

1 We saw thee not, when thou didst tread,

O Saviour ! this our sinful earth ; Nor heard thy voice restore the dead,

And wake them to a second birth : But we believe that thou didst come — For us didst leave thy heavenly home.

2 We were not with the faithful few

Who stood thy bitter cross around ; Nor heard the prayer for those that slew —

Nor felt that earthquake rock the ground : We saw no spear-wound pierce thy side, Yet we believe that thou hast died.

3 No angel's message met our ear

On that first resurrection day : "The Lord is risen — He is not here —

Come see the place where Jesus lay !" But we believe that thou didst quell The banded powers of death and hell.

4 We saw thee not return on high, — •

And now, our Ion Gains' sio-ht to bless, No ray of glory from the sky

Shines down upon our wilderness : Yet we believe that thou art there ; And seek thee. Lord, in praise and prayer.

89. L. M. 6 1.

Our Saviour''s Prayers.

1 At evening, when his toils were o'er, He sent the multitudes away ;

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And on the mountain or tlie sliore

All niglit remaiu'd alone to pray, Till o'er his head the stars grew dim — When was the hour of rest for him ?

2 " O Father, save me from this hour, —

Yet for this hour to earth I came," — He pray'd in weakness ; then, with power,

Cried : " Father, glorify thy name !" "I have !" a voice from heaven replied, " And still it shall be glorified."

3 Stretch'd on the ignominious tree,

For those whose hands had nail'd him there, Who stood and mock'd his misery —

He offer'd up his latest prayer : Then with the voice of victory cried, '"Tis finish'd !" bow'd his head and died.

4 Then all his prayers were answer'd — all

The fruits of his soul's travail gain'd ; The cup of wormwood and of gall

Down to the dregs his lips had drainM : Accomplish'd was the eternal plan — He tasted death for every man.

5 Now hy the throne of God he stands ;

Aloft the golden censer bears And offers, with high priestly hands.

Pure incense, with his people's ])raye]-s : Well pleased the Father eyes the Son, And says to each request, " 'Tis done."

HIS EXAMPLE. 79

90. L. M. 6 1.

1 Father, to us thy Son reveal,

111 every form that once he wore, When, with his blood our peace to seal.

Our sins he in his body bore : — For all a full atonement made, For each a priceless ransom j)aid.

2 The helpless child in Bethlehem born,

Heaven's pilgrim thro' earth's wilderness, The man of sorrows and of scorn,

Him as our Lord we would confess ; And nothing know or seek beside Christ Jesus, and him crucified.

3 So may we in his likeness grow,

God in the flesh made manifest — Through whom thine image, lost below,

On souls new-born is re-impressed: No longer kindred to the clod. Though sons of Adam, sons of God.

91. C. M.

1 Behold ! where, in a mortal form,

Appears each grace divine : The virtues, all in Jesus met. With mildest radiance shine.

2 To spread the rays of heavenly light,

To give the mourner joy, To preach glad tidings to the poor Was his divine employ.

80 CHRIST.

3 Mid keen reproacli and cruel scorn,

He, meek and patient, stood : His foes, ungrateful, sought his life Who labored for their good.

4 In the last hour of deep distress,

Before his Father's throne. With soul resigned, he bowed, and said, " Thy will, not mine, be done !"

5 Be Christ our pattern and our guide,

His image may we bear ; O may we tread his holy steps. His joy and glory share !

92. L. M.

1 How beauteous were the marks divine That in thy meekness used to shine — That lit thy lonely pathway, trod

In wondrous love, O Lamb of God!

2 O ! who like thee, so calm, so bright. Thou Holy One, thou Light of Light : O ! who like thee did ever go

So patient through a world of woe !

3 O ! who like thee so hural)ly bore The scorn, the scoffs of men before : So meek, so lowly, yet so high.

So glorious in humility !

4 Through all thy life's unchanging years, A man of sorrows and of tears :

The cross, where all our sins were laid, Upon thy bending shoulders weighed ;

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5 And death, that sets the prisoner free, Was pang, and scoff, and scorn to thee :• Yet love through all thy torture glowed, And mercy with tliy life-l)lood flowed.

6 O wondrous Lord ! my soul would be Still more and more conformed to thee — Would learn of thee, the lowly One, And, like thee, all my journey run.

7 O ! give me ever, on the road,

To trace thy footsteps, Son of God ! And give me, all my life, to be A sacrifice to love and thee !

93. L. M.

Wheiste'er the angry passions rise,

And tempt our tho'ts or tongues to strife ;

To Jesus let us lit\ our eyes.

Bright pattern of the Christian hfe.

O how benevolent and kind !

How mild — how ready to forgive ! Be this the temper of our mind.

And these the rules by which we live.

To do his heavenly Father's will Was his emjiloyment and delight ;

Humility and holy zeal

Shone through his life, divinely bright.

Dispensing good where'er he came, The labors of his life were love : 4*

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Tlien, if we bear tlie Saviour's name, Our souls let liis example move.

M. S. M.

Tiiou art gone up on liigli

To mansions in the skies, And round Thy throne unceasingly

The songs of praise arise ; But we are lingeiing here,

With sin and care oppress'd : Lord, send thy promised Comforter,

And lead us to our rest !

Thou art gone up on high.

But thou didst first come down. Through earth's most bitter misery,

To pass unto thy crown : And girt with griefs and fears

Our onward course must be ; But only let that path of tears

Lead us at last to thee !

Thou art gone up on high,

But thou shalt come again. With all the bright ones of the sky

Attendant in thy train. O ! by thy saving power

So make us live and die, That we may stand in that dread hour

At thy riglit hand ou high !

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95. 6s and 10s.

1 Thou who didst stoop below To drain the cup of Avoe,

And wear the form of frail mortality ;

Thy blessed labors done,

Thy crown of vict'ry won, Hast passed from earth — passed to thy home on high.

2 Our eyes behold thee not. Yet hast thou not forgot

Those who have placed their hope, their trust in thee :

Before thy Father's face

Thou hast prejoared a place. That where thou art, there may they also be.

3 It was no path of flowers, Through this dark world of ours.

Beloved of the Father ! thou didst tread ;

And shall we in dismay

Shrink from the narrow way. When clouds and darkness are around it spread ?

4 O thou who art our Life !

Be with us through the strife: Was not thy head by earth's rude tempests bowed ? Raise thou our eyes above To see a Father's love Beam, like the bow of promise, through the cloud.

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5 Ev'n tlirougli tlie awful gloom Which hovel's o'er the tomb, That light of love our guiding star shall be : Our spirits shall not dread The shadowy way to tread, Friend, Guardian, Saviour ! which doth lead to thee.

96. L. M. 6 1.

1 WnEis" gathering clouds around I view, And days are dark and friends are few, On him I lean who, not in vain. Experienced every human pain :

He sees my wants, allays my fears. And counts and treasures up my tears.

2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray From heavenly wisdom's narrow way. To fly the good I would j^ursue,

Or do the ill I would not do ;

Still he who felt temptation's power.

Will guard me in that dangerous hour.

3 When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend, Which covers all that was a friend — And, from his hand, his voice, his smile, Divides me for a little while —

My Saviour marks the tears I shed, For " Jesus wept" o'er Lazarus dead.

4 And, oh ! when I have safely passed. Through every conflict but the last,

HIS INTERCESSIOISr. 85

Still, Lord, unchanging, watcli beside, My dying bed, for thou hast died : Then point to realms of cloudless day, And wipe the latest tear away.

97. L.M.

1 Wheke high the heavenly temple stands, The house of God not made with hands, A great High Priest our nature wears — The Guardian of mankind appears.

2 Though now ascended up on high. He bends on earth a brother's eye ; Partaker of the human name.

He knows the frailty of our frame.

3 Our Fellow-sufferer yet retains A fellow-feeling of our pains ; And still remembers, in the skies, His tears, his agonies, and cries.

4 In every pang that rends the heart The Man of sori'ows had a part ; He sympathizes with our grief. And to the sufferer sends rehef.

5 With boldness, therefore, at the throne. Let us make all our sorrows known ; And ask the aid of heavenly power

To help us in the evil hour.

86 CHRIST.

98. L. M.

1 He livefs, — the great Redeemer lives ; What joy the blest assurance gives ! And now, before his Father, God, Pleads the full merit of his blood.

2 Repeated sins awake our fears,

And justice, armed with frowns, appears ; But, in the Saviour's lovely face. Sweet mercy smiles, and all is peace,

3 Hence, then, ye black, despairing thoughts ; Above our fears, above our faults,

His powerful intercessions rise. And guilt recedes and terror dies.

4 Great Advocate ! almis-htv Friend ! On thee our humble hopes depend : Our cause can never, never fail. For Jesus pleads, and must prevail.

99. lis.

1 On ! sweet was the voice of the First-born of heaven, Though poor his apparel, though earthly his form, Who said to the mourner, " Thy sins are for- given," "Be whole" to the sick, and "Be still" to the storm.

HIS GLOKY. 87

2 Thou Judge of tlie world ! when, array'd in

thy glory, Thy summons at last shall be heard from

on high. When nature stands trembhng and naked

before thee. And waits on thy sentence to live or to

die:

3 When the heavens shall fly fast from the

sound of thy thunder,

And the sun in thy lightnings grow languid and pale. And the sea yield her dead, and the tomb cleave asunder.

In the hour of thy terrors, let mercy pre- vail!

100. C. M.

1 All hail, the power of Jesus' name !

Let angels prostrate fall : Bring forth the royal diadem. And crown him Lord of all !

2 Crown him, ye mai-tyrs of our God,

Who from his altar call ; Extol the stem of Jesse's rod. And crown him Lord of all !

3 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,

A remnant weak and small, Hail him who saves you by his grace, And crown him Lord of all !

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4 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget

The wormwood and the gall ; Go, spread your trophies at his feet, And crown him Lord of all !

5 Let every kindred, every tribe,

On this terrestrial ball. To him all majesty ascribe. And crown him Lord of all !

101. 7s.

1 Now begin the heavenly theme. Sing aloud in Jesus' name ;

Ye who Jesus' kindness prove, Triumph in redeeming love,

2 Ye who see the Father's grace, Beaming in the Saviour's face. As to Canaan on ye move. Praise and bless redeemino^ love.

3 Mourning souls, dry up your tears, Banish all your guilty fears ;

See your guilt and curse remove, Cancell'd by redeeming love.

4 Hither, then, your music bring. Strike aloud each joyful string ; Mortals, join the hosts alcove — Join to praise redeeming love.

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102. C. P. M.

On, could I speak the matchless worth — Oh, could I sound the glories forth

Which in my Saviour shine ! I'd soar and touch the heavenly strings, And vie with Gabriel, while he sings.

In notes almost divine.

I'd sing the precious blood he spilt, My ransom from the dreadful guilt

Of sin and wrath divine : I'd sing his glorious righteousness, In which all perfect, heavenly dress,

My soul shall ever shine.

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.

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.

103. 6s and 4s.

Rev. V.

1 Glory to God on high ! Let heaven and earth reply,

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" Praise ye his name !" His love and grace adore, Who all our sorrows bore : Sing loud for evermore,

" Worthy the Laml3 !"

2 While they around the throne Cheerfully join in one.

Praising his name — Ye, who have felt his blood Sealing your peace with God, Sound his dear name abroad,

"Worthy the Lamb!"

3 Join, all ye ransomed race, Our Lord and God to bless :

Praise ye his name ! In him we will rejoice And make a joyful noise — Shouting with heart and voice,

" Worthy the Lamb !"

4 Soon must we change our ^^lace, Yet will we never cease

Praising his name : To him our songs we bring — Hail him our gracious King ! And tlirougli all ages sing,

" Worthy the Lamb !"

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HOLY SPIRIT.

104. L.M. 61.

Creator Spirit ! by whose aid

The world's foundations first were laid —

Thrice holy Fount, thrice holy Fire,

Our hearts with heavenly love inspire :

From sin and sorrow set us free.

And make thy temples worthy thee.

Come, and thy sacred unction bring. To sanctify us while we sing ; Make us eternal truth receive. And practise all that we believe : Give us thyself that we may see The Father and the Son by thee.

Immortal honor, endless fame. Attend the Almighty Father's name ! Thy Saviour Son be glorified, Who for lost man's redemption died ! And equal adoration be, Eternal Comforter, to thee !

105. C. M.

1 Spirit Divine ! attend our prayer,

And make our hearts thy home ; Descend with all thy gracious power : Come, Holy Spirit, come !

2 Come as the light : to us reveal

Our sinfulness and woe ;

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And lead us in those patlis of life Wliere all the righteous go.

3 Come as the fire, and purge our hearts,

Like sacrificial flame : Let our whole soul an ofi'Ving be To our Kedeemer's name.

4 Spirit Divine ! attend our prayer.

And make our hearts thy home ; Descend with all thy gracious power : Come, Holy Spirit, come !

106. L. M.

[About A. D. 1000.]

1 O Holy Ghost ! Thou fire Divine ! From highest heaven upon us shine : Comforter, be thy comfort mine !

2 Thou rich in comfort ! ever blest

The heart where thou art constant guest. Who giv'st the heavy-laden rest.

3 Bright Sun of Grace ! Thy sunshine dart On all who cry to thee apart,

And fill with gladness every heart.

4 Thy will be ours in all our ways ; O ! melt the frozen with thy rays : Call home the lost in error's maze.

5 And grant us. Lord, who cry to thee, And hold the faith in unity,

Thy precious gifts of charity ;

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6 That we may live in holiness, And find in death our happiness, And dwell with thee in lasting bhss.

107. 7s.

1 Holy Spirit, in my breast, Grant that lively " faith" may rest ; And subdue each rebel thousfht To believe what Thou hast tauc^ht !

2 When around my sinking soul Gathering waves of sorrow roll, Spirit blest, the tempest still. And with " hope" my bosom fill !

3 Holy Spirit, from my mind, Thought, and wish, and will unkind, Deed and word unkind, remove. And my bosom fill with " love !"

4 Till my faith be lost in sight, Hope give place to full delight, Love return to dwell with Thee In the threefold Deity !

108. S. M.

1 Come, Holy Spirit, come,

Let thy bright beams arise ; Dispel the sorrow from our minds, The darkness from our eyes.

2 Convince us of our sin ;

Then lead to Jesus' blood ;

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And to our wond'rino: view reveal The secret love of God.

3 Revive our drooping faitli ;

Our doubts and fears remove ; And kindle in our breasts the flame Of never-dying love.

4 'Tis thine to cleanse the heart,

To sanctify the soul, To pour fresh life in every part, And new-create the whole.

5 Come, Holy Spirit ! come ;

Our minds from bondage free : Then shall we know, and praise, and love, The Father, Son, and Thee.

109. s. M.

Blest Comforter Divine !

Let rays of heavenly love Amid our gloom and darkness shine.

And guide our souls above.

Draw, with thy " still small voice,"

From every sinful way ; And bid the mourning saint rejoice.

Though earthly joys decay.

By thine inspiring breath Make every cloud of care.

And ev'n the gloomy vale of deatli A smile of glory wear.

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4 Oh fill thou every heart

With love to all our race ! Great Comforter ! to us impart These blessings of thy grace.

110. 7s.

1 Holy Ghost, with light divine, Shine upon this heart of mine ! Chase the shades of night away, Turn my darkness into day.

2 Holy Ghost, with power divine, Cleanse this guilty heart of mine ! Long hath sin, without control, Held dominion o'er my soul.

3 Holy Ghost, with joy divine. Cheer this saddened heart of mine ; Bid my many woes depart.

Heal my wounded, bleeding heart !

4 Holy Spirit, all Divine ! Dwell within this heart of mine : Cast down every idol-throne ; Reign su]3reme, and reign alone !

111. 7s.

1 Holy Spieit — Love divine ! Let thy light within me shine : All my guilty fears remove, Fill me with thy heavenly love.

2 Speak thy pardoning grace to me. Set the burdened sinner free :

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Lead me to tlie Lamb of God, Wash me in Ms precious blood.

3 Let me never from thee stray, Keep me in the narrow way : Fill my soul with joy divine ; Keep me. Lord, forever thine.

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The Em- till y and the Heavenly Temple.

The festal morn, my God ! is come, That calls me to thy hallowed dome,

Thy presence to adore : My feet the summons shall attend. With willing steps thy courts ascend,

And tread the sacred floor.

With holy joy 1 hail the day That warns my thirsting soul away

To dwell among the blest ! For, lo ! my great Redeemer's power Unfolds the everlasting door.

And leads me to his rest !

Ev'n now, to my expecting eyes

The heaven-built towers of Salem rise ;

Ev'n now, with glad survey, I view her mansions, that contain The angel forms, a beauteous train,

And shine with cloudless day.

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4 Hitlier, from earth's remotest end, Lo ! the redeemed of God ascend,

Their tribute hither bring : Here, crowned with everhisting joy. In hymns of praise their tongues employ,

And hail the immortal King.

113. S. M.

1 Welcome, sweet day of rest.

That saw the Lord arise ! Welcome to this revivino- breast And these rejoicmg eyes.

2 The King himself comes near.

And feasts his saints to-day ; Here we may sit, and see him here. And love, and praise, and pray.

3 One day, amid the place

Where God, my God, hath been, Is sweeter than ten thousand days Within the tents of sin.

4 My willing soul would stay

In such a frame as this. And sit and sing herself away To everlasting bliss.

114. C. M.

1 When the worn spirit wants repose, And sighs her God to seek. How sweet, to hail the evening's close

That ends the weary week ! 5

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2 How sweet to hail tlie early dawn

Tliat opens on the sight, When first that soul-reviving morn Sheds forth new rays of light !

3 Sweet day ! thine hours too soon will cease ;

Yet, w^liile they gently roll, Breathe, heavenly Spirit, source of j^eace, A Sabbath o'er my soul !

4 When will my pilgrimage be done,

The world's lonij: week be o'er — That Sabbath dawn, which needs no sun, That day, which fades no more ?

115. L. M.

1 Blest hour ! when mortal man retires

To hold communion with his God — To send to heaven his warm desires. And listen to the sacred Word.

2 Blest hour ! when earthly cares resign

Their empire o'er his anxious breast ; While, all around, the calm divine Proclaims the holy day of rest.

3 Blest hour ! when God himself draws nigh,

Well pleased his people's voice to hear ; To hush the penitential sigh.

And wipe away the mourner's tear.

4 Blest hour ! for, where the Lord resorts,

Foretastes of future bliss are given ; And mortals find his earthly courts The house of God, the gate of heaven.

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116. 7s.

1 To Thy temple I repair ; Lord, I love to worship there, When within the veil I meet Thee before the mercy-seat.

2 While thy glorious praise is sung, Touch my lips, unloose my tongue ; That my joyful soul may bless Thee, the Lord my Righteousness.

3 While the prayers of saints ascend, God of love ! to mine attend : Hear me, for thy Spirit pleads ; Hear, for Jesus intercedes.

4 While I hearken to thy law, Fill my soul with humble awe, Till thy Gospel bring to me Life and immortality.

5 While thy ministers proclaim Peace and pardon, in thy Name, Through their voice, by faith, may Hear Thee speaking from on high.

6 From thy house when I return. May my heart within me burn ; And at evening let me say,

" I have walked with God to-day."

117. L. M.

1 AisroTHEE six days' work is done ; Another Sabbath is begun ;

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Return, my soul, unto thy rest ; Enjoy the day thy God hath blest.

2 O that our thoughts and thanks may rise As grateful incense to the skies,

And draw from heaven that sweet repose Which none but he that feels it knows !

3 This heavenly calm within the breast Is the dear pledge of glorious rest Which for the Church of God remains ; The end of cares, the end of pains.

4 In holy duties let the day, In holy pleasures, pass away :

How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend, In hope of one that ne'er shall end !

118. L. M.

1 If, in a temple made with hands, God speaketh still his high commands ; Let me to that Idlest place repair. That I may learn my duty there.

2 If, in diseases of the soul.

There be a Power that makes it whole ; Let me to that pure fount apply. Lest the neglected spirit die.

3 If there be still a sacrifice.

That may to God with ftxvor rise ; Let me present a contrite heart, Ere from this temple I depart.

4 If, in the dread of death's dark hour, The Word of Life hath soothing power ;

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To liear that word, my spirit haste, Ere yet the pains of death I taste.

.5 Where God woidd have th' oblation ma(h^, There be the wilHng tribute paid ; Till to his name I consecrate The worship of an endless state.

119. L. M.

1 Lo, God is here ! — let us adore,

And own how dreadful is this place ! Let all within us feel his power, And silent bow l^efore his face !

2 Lo, God is here ! — him, day and night.

United choirs of angels sing ; To him, enthroned above all height, Let saints their humble worship bring !

3 Lord God of hosts ! oh, may our praise

Thy courts with grateful incense fill ! Still may we stand before thy face. Still hear and do thy sovereign will !

120. L. M.

1 WiiEisr, as returns this solemn day,

Man comes to meet his Maker, God, What rites, what honors shall he pay ? How sj)read his sovereign name aljroad ?

2 From marble domes and gilded spires

Shall curling clouds of incense rise, And gems, and-gold, and garlands deck The costly pomp of sacrifice ?

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3 Vain, sinful man ! creation's Lord

Thy golden offerings well may sj^are ; But give thy heart, and thou shalt find Here dwells a God who heareth prayer.

4 O, grant us, in this solemn hour,

From earth and sin's allurements free. To feel tliy love, to own thy power.

And raise each raptured thought to thee !

121. L. M. 6 1.

Great God ! this sacred day of thine Demands the soul's collected powers ;

With joy we now to thee resign These solemn, consecrated hours :

O may our souls adoring own

The grace which calls us to thy throne !

Omniscient God ! thy piercing eye Can every secret thought explore;

May worldly cares our bosoms fly. And where thou art intrude no more :

O may thy grace our spirits move.

And fix our minds on things above !

Great God ! thy powerful aid impart. And bid thy Word, with life divine.

Engage the ear, and warm the heart ; Then shall the day indeed be thine :

Then shall our souls adoring own

The grace that calls us to thy throne !

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122. 8s, 7s aud 4.

1 Ik thy courts, O Lord ! assembling,

We thy people uow draw near ; Teach us to rejoice with trembling ; Speak and let thy servants hear —

Hear with meekness, Hear thy Word with godly fear.

2 While on earth our days are lengthen'd,

May we give them, Lord, to thee ; Cheer'd l)y hope, and daily strengtheuVl, May we run, nor weary be,

Till thy glory, Without cloud, in heaven we see.

123. L. M.

1 When in these courts we seek thy face.

And dying sinners pray to live. Hear thou in heaven, thy dwelling-place, And when thou hearest, O forgive !

2 Here, when thy messengers proclaim

The blessed gospel of thy Son, Still, by the power of his great name. Be mighty signs with wonders done.

3 Hosanna ! to their heavenly king

When children's voices raise that song, Hosanna ! let their angels sing.

And heaven with earth the strain prolong.

4 But will indeed Jehovah deign

Here to abide, no transient guest ?

lOi SEASONS OF WORSHIP.

Here will tlie great Redeemer reign, And here the Holy Sjjirit rest?

5 That glory never hence depart !

Yet choose not, Lord, this house alone ; Thy kingdom come to every heart, In every bosom fix thy throne.

124 L.-M. 61.

Hebrews xii.

1 Not to the Mount that burn'd with fire.

To darkness, tempest, and the sound Of trumpet sounding higher and higher ;

Nor voice of words that rent the ground While Israel heard, with trembling awe, Jehovah thunder forth his law :

2 But to Mount Zion we are come,

The city of the living God — Jerusalem, our heavenly home.

The courts by angel-legions trod ; Wliere meet, in everlasting love. The Church of the first-born above :

3 To God, the Judge of quick and dead.

The perfect spirits of the just — Jesus, our great new covenant Head,

The blood of sprinkling — from the dnst That better thino's than Abel's cries. And pleads a Saviour's sacrifice.

4 O hearken to the healing voice,

That speaks from heaven in tones so mild ; To-day are life and death our choice ; To-day, through mercy reconciled,

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Our all to God we yet may give ; Now let us hear his voice, and live.

125. C. M.

Pentecost. Acts ii.

1 When God of old came down from heaven,

In power and wrath he came ; Before his feet the clouds were riven, Half darkness and half flame :

2 But when he came the second time,

He came in power and love ; Softer than gale at morning prime, Hover'd his holy Dove.

3 The fires that rusli'd on Sinai down,

In sudden torrents drea4, Now gently light a glorious crown On every sainted head.

4 Like arrows went those lightnings forth,

Wing'd with the sinner's doom ; But these, like tongues, o'er all the earth, Proclaiming life to come.

5 And as on Israel's awe-struck ear.

The voice exceeding loud — The trump that angels quake to hear, Thrill'd from the deep, dark cloud —

6 So when the Spirit of our God

Came down his flock to find, A voice from heaven was heard abroad — A rushing, mighty wind. 5*

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T N(^r dotli the outward ear alone At that high warning start ; Conscience gives back th' appalling tone : 'Tis echoed in the heart.

8 Come, Lord, come Wisdom, Love and Power, Open our ears to hear ; Let us not miss th' accepted hour : Save, Lord, by love or fear !

126. L. M.

1 God is our refuge and defence —

In trouble, our unfailing aid : Secure in his omnipotence.

What foe can make our souls afraid ?

2 There is a river, pure and bright.

Whose streams make glad the heavenly plains : There, in eternity of light. The city of our God remains.

3 Not on a seraph's wing of fire, — ■

But on the mightier wings of prayer. We reach that home of pure desire. And feel his cloudless presence there.

4 But soon, ah ! soon ! our spirits droop,

Unwont the air of heaven to breathe : Yet God, in very deed, will stoop.

And dwell himself with men beneath.

5 Come to thy living temples, then ;

As in the ancient times appear : Let earth be pai-adise again.

And man, O God, thine image here !

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127. L. M.

1 Now let our souls, on wings sublime, Rise from the vanities of time ; Draw back the parting veil, and see The glories of eternity.

2 Born by a new, celestial birth,

Why should we grovel here on earth ? Why grasp at transitory toys. So near to heaven's eternal joys ?

3 Shall aught beguile us on the road. When we are walking back to God ? For strangers into life we come, And dying is but going home.

4 Welcome, sweet hour ! of full discharge, That sets our longing souls at large ; Unbinds our chains, breaks up our cell, And gives us with our God to dwell.

128. C. M.

1 O Lord, our languid souls inspire,

For here, we trust, thou art ! Kindle a flame of heavenly fire In every waiting heart.

2 Within these walls let holy peace,

And love, and concord dwell ; Here, give the troubled conscience ease, — The wounded spirit heal.

3 The feeling heart, the melting eye —

The humble mind bestow ;

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And shine upon us from on liigli, To make our graces grow.

4 Show us some token of tliy love, Our fainting hope to raise ; And pour thy blessing from above, That we may render praise.

129. C. M.

Psalm Ixxxiv. (April, 1648.)

1 IIow lovely are thy dwellings fair,

O Lord of hosts ! how^ dear The pleasant tabernacles are

Where Thou dost dwell so near !

2 My soul doth long and almost die

Thy courts, O Lord, to see ; My heart and flesh aloud do cry, O living God, for thee !

3 Plappy, who in thy house reside.

Where thee they ever praise ; Happy, whose strength in thee doth bide, And in their hearts thy ways.

4 They pass through Baca's thirsty vale.

That dry and barren ground, As through a fruitful watery dale Where spi'ings and showers al)ound.

5 They journey on from strength to strength.

With joy and gladsome cheer. Till all before our God at length In Zion do a]^])ear.

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6 For God the Lord, botli sun and shield,

Gives grace and glory bright ; No good from them shall be withheld Whose ways are just and right.

7 Lord God of Hosts, who reign'st on high !

That man is truly blest Who doth on thee alone rely — In thee alone doth rest.

130. c. M.

Psalm cxxii.

1 O ! 'twas a joyful sound to hear

Our tribes devoutly say : " Up, Israel, to the temple haste, And keep your festal day !"

2 At Salem's courts we must appear.

With our assembled powers. In strong and beauteous order ranged, Like her united towers.

3 O pray we then for Salem's peace !

For they shall prosp'rous be, Thou holy city of our God, Who bear true love to thee.

4 May peace within thy sacred walls

A constant guest be found; With plenty and prosperity Thy palaces be crowned.

110 SEASONS OF WORSHIP.

131. S.M. Psalm cxxii.

1 Our willing feet shall stand

Witliiu the tem}>le-door, While young and old, in many a band, Shall throne: the sacred floor.

2 Thither the tribes repair,

Where all are wont to meet, And joyful in the house of prayer Bend at the mercy-seat.

3 Pray for Jerusalem,

The city of our God : The Lord from heaven be kind to them That love the dear abode.

4 Within these w^alls may peace

And harmony be found ; Zion, in all thy palaces Prosperity abound !

5 For friends and brethren dear,

Our prayer shall never cease ; Oft as they meet for woi'ship here, God send his people peace !

132. L.M.

Psulni c.

1 With one consent, let all the earth To God their cheerful voices raise ; Glad homage pay, Avith awful mirth. And sing before him songs of praise.

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2 Convinced that He is God alone,

From whom both we and all proceed ; We, whom He chooses for his own — The flock which He vouchsafes to feed.

3 O enter then his temple gate.

Thence to his courts devoutly press ; And still your grateful hymns repeat. And still his name wdth praises bless.

4 For He's the Lord — supremely good —

His mercy is forever sure ; His truth, w^hich always firmly stood, To endless ages shall endure.

133. lis. and 8s. Psalm c.

1 Be joyful in God, all ye lands of the earth ;

Oh, serve him with gladness and fear : Exult in his presence with music and mirth, With love and devotion draw near.

2 The Lord He is God, and Jehovah alone —

Creator and Ruler o'er all ; And we are his people, his sceptre we own — His sheep, and we follow his call.

3 Oh, enter his gates with thanksgiving and

song; _

Your vows m his temple proclaim : His praise with melodious accordance prolong, And bless his adorable name.

4 For good is the Lord — inexpressil)ly good,

And we are the work of his hand ;

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His mercy and trutli from eternity stood, And shall to eternity stand.

134. rs.

Psalm cxvii.

1 All ye nations, praise tlie Lord !

All ye lands, your voices raise :

Heaven and earth, with loud accord,

Praise the Lord, forever praise !

2 For his truth and mercy stand — ■

Past, and present, and to be — Like the years of his right hand. Like his own eternity.

135. L. M.

Psalm cl,

1 Praise ye the Lord — let praise employ, Li his own courts, your songs of joy ; Praise him for his almighty deeds, Whose greatness all your pi'aise exceeds.

2 Kecount his works, in strains divine —

His wondrous works, how hriglit tliey shine ! In praise awake each tuneful string, And to the solemn organ sing.

3 Let all, whom life and breath inspire, Attend and join the blissful choir; But chiefly ye, who know his Word, Adore and love, and praise the Lord !

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136. C. M.

Psalm cxlviii.

1 Praise ye the Lord, on every height

Songs to his glory raise ; Ye angel hosts ! ye stars of light ! Join in immortal praise.

2 O fire and vapor, hail and snow !

Ye servants of his will ; O stormy winds ! that only blow His mandates to fulfill ; —

3 Mountains and rocks to heaven that rise ;

Fair cedars of the wood ; Creatures of life, that wing the skies, Or track the plains for food ; —

4 Judges of nations — kings whose hand

Waves the proud sceptre high ; O youths and maidens of the land — O age and infancy ; —

5 Praise ye his name, to whom alone

All homage should be given — Whose glory from th' eternal throne, Spreads wide o'er earth and heaven.

137. 7s.

Psalm cxlviii.

1 Peaise him, all ye hosts above ! Spirits perfected in love : Sun and moon ! your voices raise — Sing, ye stars ! your Maker's praise.

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2 Earth ! from all tliy depths below, Ocean's hallelujahs flow ; Lightning, vapor, wind and storm. ! Hail and snow ! his will perform.

3 Vales and mountains ! burst in song ; Kivers ! roll with praise along : Clap your hands, ye trees ! and hail God, who comes in every gale.

4 Birds ! on wings of rapture soar, Warble at his temple door ;

Joyful sounds, from herds and flocks, Echo back, ye caves and rocks !

5 Kings ! your Sovereign serve with awe ; Judges ! own his righteous law ; Princes ! worship him with fear ;

Bow the knee, all people, here !

6 High above all height his throne, Excellent his name alone ;

Him let all his works confess ! Him let every being bless !

138. C. M.

1 To Thee all angels cry aloud.

To thee the powered on high. Both cherubim and seraphim, Continually do cry : —

2 " O holy, holy, holy Lord,

Whom heavenly hosts obey, The world is witli the glory flU'd Of thy majestic sway."

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3 Til' apostles' glorious company, _

And propliets crown'd with liglit, With all the martyrs' noble host, Thy constant praise recite.

4 The holy Chnrch, throughout the world,

O Lord ! confesses thee. That thou, Eternal Father, art Of boundless majesty.

139. s. M.

1 Ye holy angels l)right !

Who stand Ijefore God's throne ; And dwell in his own glorious light : Praise ye the Lord, each one.

2 Ye blessed souls at rest !

That see your Saviour's face,

O 1)6 your sweet delight express'd

In rapturous songs of praise.

3 All nations of the earth !

Extol the world's great King ; With sacred melody and mirth. His glorious praises sing.

4 Sing forth Jehovah's praise,

Ye saints that on him call ! Him magnify and laud always, His holy churches all.

5 My soul ! bear thou thy part ;

Triumph in God above : Thou art his own — with well-tun'd heart Sing thou the songs of love.

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140. L. M.

1 Depart awhile, each thought of care —

Be earthly things forgotten all, And speak, my soul ! thy grateful prayer,

Obedient to the sacred call : For hark ! the pealing chorus swells ;

Devotion chants the hymn of praise ; And now of joy and hope it tells,

Till, fainting on the ear, it says — • Glory to thee, to thee, O Lord !

2 Thine, wondrous Babe of Galilee !

Fond theme of David's harp and song — ■ Thine are the notes of minstrelsy ;

To thee its ransomed chords belong. And hark ! again the chorus swells ;

The song is wafted on the breeze ; And to the listening earth it tells,

In accents soft and sweet as these, — ■ Glory to thee, to thee, O Lord !

3 IMy heart doth feel that still he's near,

To meet the soul in hours like this ; Else, why, O why, that falling tear.

When all is peace, and love, and ])liss ? But hark ! that Bethlehem chorus swells

Anew its thrilling vesper strain ; And still of joy and hope it tells,

And bids creation sing again, — Glory to thee, to thee, O Lord !

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141. 7s.

1 Peaise, oh, praise the Name Divine ! Prai-se him at the hallowed shrine ; Let the firmament on high,

To its Maker's praise reply.

2 All who vital breath enjoy.

In his praise that breath employ : Heaven and earth the chorus join ; Praise, oh, praise the Name divine !

142. s. M.

1 How sweet to bless the Lord,

And in his praises join With saints, his goodness to record, And sing his power divine !

2 But oh, the bliss sublime,

When joy shall be complete. In that unclouded, glorious clime Where all thy servants meet !

3 Then shall the ransomed throng

The Saviour's love record. And shout, in everlasting song, — " Salvation to the Lord T'

143. H. M.

Psalm cxxxiii.

1 How beautiful the sight Of brethren who agree

118 SEASONS OF WORSHIP.

In friendsliip to unite,

And bonds of charity ! 'Tis like the precious ointment, shed O'er all his robes, from Aaron's head.

2 'Tis like the dews that fill

The cups of Hermon's flowers, Or Zion's fruitful hill.

Bright with the drops of showers ; When mingling odors breathe arouud. And glory rests on all the ground.

3 For there the Lord commands

Blessings, a boundless store, From his unsparing hands ;

Yea, life for evermore: Thrice happy they who meet above To spend eternity in love !

IM. S. M.

The Lord's Prayer.

1 Our heavenly Father, hear

The prayer we oifer now : Thy name be hallowed far and near. To thee all nations bow !

2 Thy kingdom come ; thy will

On earth be done in love, As saints and seraphim fulfil Thy perfect law above !

3 Our daily bread supply.

While by thy word we live ; The guilt of our iniquity Forgive — as we forgive!

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4 From dark temptation's power,

From Satan's wiles defend ; Deliver in the evil hour, And guide us to the end !

5 Thine, then, forever be

Glory and power divine ; The sceptre, throne, and majesty Of heaven and earth are thine !

145. C. M.

1 Our Father, God, who art in heaven.

All hallowed be thy name ! Thy kingdom come ; thy will be done. In earth and heaven the same !

2 Give us, this day, our daily bread ;

And as we those forgive Who sin against us, so may we Forgiving grace receive.

3 Into temptation lead us not ;

From evil set us free ; And thine the kingdom, thine the power And glory, ever be !

146. 7s and 6s. Psalm XX.

1 The Lord in trouble hear thee, And help from Zion send ; The God of grace be near thee. To comfort and befriend!

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Tliy human weakness strengthen,

Thy earthly wants supply, Thy span of nature lengthen

To endless life on high !

2 Above his own anointed

His banner bright shall wave : Their times are all appointed ;

The Lord his flock will save : Through life's deceitful mazes

Their steps will safely bear ; Accept their feeble praises.

And hear their every prayer.

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Evening of the LorcVs Day.

1 Fkeqitent the day of God returns.

To shed its quickening beams ; And yet how slow devotion burns ! How languid are its flames !

2 Accept our faint attempts to love ;

Our frailties, Lord, forgive : We would be like thy saints above. And praise thee Avhile we live.

3 Increase, O Lord, our faith and hope.

And fit us to ascend Where the assembly ne'er breaks up. The Sabbath ne'er shall end ; —

4 Where we shall breathe in heavenly air,

With heavenly lustre shine ; Before tlie throne of God appear. And feast on love divine.

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148. L. M.

1 Sweet is tlie light of Sabbath eve,

And soft the sunbeams liug'riug there ; For these blest hours the world I leave, Wafted on wings of faith and prayer.

2 Season of rest ! the tranquil soul

Feels the sweet calm, and melts in love ; And while these sacred moments roll, Faith sees a smiling heaven above,

3 Nor will our days of toil be long :

Our pilgrimage will soon be trod ; And we shall join the ceaseless song. The endless Sabbath of our God.

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1 TiiiisrE earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love ; But there's a nobler rest above :

To that our longing souls aspire. With cheerful hope and strong desire.

2 No more fatigue, no more distress.

Nor sin, nor death, shall reach the place ; No groans shall mingle with the songs That warble from immortal tongues.

3 No gloomy cares shall there annoy, No conscious guilt disturb our joy ; But every doubt and fear shall cease. And perfect love give perfect peace.

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4 Tliiiie earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we h)ve ; But there's a nobler rest above : To that our longing souls asj^ire,

With cheerful hope and strong desire.

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1 LoKD ! dismiss us with thy blessing ;

Fill our hearts with joy and peace ; Let us all, thy love possessing. Triumph in redeeming grace !

Oh refresh us — Travelling through this wilderness.

2 Thanks Ave give and adoration,

For thy gospel's joyful sound : Let the fruits of thy salvation In our hearts and lives abound :

May thy presence With us evermore be found.

151. C. M.

1 Whilst thee I seek, protecting Power !

Be my vain wishes still'd ; And may this consecrated hour With better hopes be filled.

2 Thy love the power of thought bestow'd,-

To thee my thoughts would soar : Thy mercy o'er my life has llow'd ; That mercy I adore.

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3 In eacli event of life, liow clear

Thy ruling liand I see ! Each blessing to my soul most dear, Because conferr'd by thee.

4 In every joy that crowns my days,

In every pain I bear, My heart shall find delight in praise, Or seek relief in prayer.

5 When gladness wings myfavor'd hour.

Thy love my thoughts shall fill ; Resign'd, when storms of sorrow lower, My soul shall meet thy will.

6 My lifted eye, without a tear,

The gath'riug storm shall see ; My steadfast heart shall know no fear — ■ That heart will rest on thee.

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1 Father of all ! whose care extends

To earth's remotest shore ! Through ever}^ age thy praise ascends ; Let every heart adore !

2 What conscience dictates to be done.

Or warns me not to do. This teach me more than death to shun, That more than life pursue.

3 If I am right, thy grace impart.

Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong, O teach my heart To find that better way !

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4 Save me alike from foolish pride,

Or impious discontent, At aught thy wisdom has denied. Or aught thy goodness lent.

5 Teach me to feel another's woe.

To hide tlie fault I see ;

That mercy I to others show,

That mercy show to me.

6 Mean though I am, not wholly so.

Since quicken'd by thy breath ; O lead me, whereso'er I go.

Through this day's life or death !

1 This day, be bread and peace my lot; But all beneath the sun Thou know'st if best bestow'd or not. And let thy will be done.

8 To Thee, whose temple is all space — • Whose altar, earth, sea, skies — One chorus let all being raise ! All nature's incense rise !

153. L. M.

Mornin(/.

1 New every morning is the love Our wakening and uprising prove ; Through sleep and darkness safely bi'ought- Restored to life, and power, and thought.

2 New mercies, each returning day, Hover around us while we pray ;

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New perils past, new sins forgiven,

New tlioughts of God, new hopes of heaven.

3 If on our daily course our mind Be set, to hallow all we find,

Some softening gleam of love and prayer Shall dawn on every cross and care.

4 Only, O Lord ! in thy dear love Fit us for perfect rest above ; And help us, this and every day, To live more nearly as we pray.

154. L. M.

1 Awake, my soul ! and with the sun Thy daily course of duty run ; Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise To pay thy morning sacrifice.

2 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart ! And with the angels bear thy part; Who all nio-ht Ion"- unwearied siu^:, " Glory to thee, eternal King !"

3 I wake, I wake, ye heavenly choir ! May your devotion me inspire ; That I like you my age may spend, Like you may on my God attend.

4 May I like you in God delight, Have all day long my God in sight ; Perform like you my Maker's will : O may I never more do ill !

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5 Lord, I my vows to thee renew : Scatter my sins as morning dew ;

Guard my first springs of thought and will, And with thyself my spirit fill.

6 Direct, control, suggest this day, All I design, or do, or say.

That all my powers, with all their might. In thy sole gloiy ma^^ unite.

7 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; Praise him, all creatures here below ; Praise him above, ye heavenly host ! Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

155. L. M.

1 In sleep's serene oblivion laid,

I safely passed the silent night ; Again I see the breaking shade, I drink again the morning light.

2 New-l:)orn, I bless the waking hour.

Once more, with awe, rejoice to be ; My conscious soul resumes lier power. And springs, my guardian God, to thee.

3 O guide me thi'ough the various maze

My douT)tful feet are doomed to tread ; And spread thy shield's protecting blaze Where dangers press around my head !

4 A deeper shade will soon impend

A deeper sleep mine eyes o})press;

Yet then thy strength sliall still defend

Thy goodness still delight to l)less.

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5 That deeper sliade sliall break away,

That deeper sleep shall leave mine eyes ; Thy light shall give eternal day — Thy love, the rapture of the skies !

156. L. M.

1 Now doth the sun ascend the sky,

And wake creation with its ray ! Keep us from sin, O Lord, most high ! Through all the actions of the day.

2 Curb thou for us the unruly tongue,

Teach us the way of peace to prize. And close our eyes against the throng Of earth's absorbing vanities.

3 So when the evening stars appear.

And in their train the darkness bring. May we, O Lord, with conscience clear, Our praise to thy pure glory sing !

157. L.M.

1 O BLEST Creator of the light !

Who dost the dawn from darkness bring ; And, framing nature's depth and height. Didst with the new-born light l)egin :

2 Who, gently blending eve with morn,

And morn with eve, didst call them day : Thick flows the flood of darkness down : O hear us as we weep and pray !

3 Keep Thou our souls from schenies of crime,

Nor guilt remorseful let them know ;

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Nor, thinking but on things of time, Into eternal darkness go.

4 Teach us to knock at heaven's high door ; Teach us the prize of hfe to win ; Teach us all evil to abhor. And purify ourselves within.

158. C. M.

The Christian to his Soul. — Sunrise.

1 Soil not thy plumage, gentle dove !

With su})lunary things — Till in the fount of light and love Thou shalt have bathed thy wings.

2 Shall Nature from her couch arise.

And I'ise for thee in vain ? While heaven, and earth, and seas, and skies, Such types of truth contain.

3 See, where the Sun of Kighteousness

Unfolds the gates of day : Go, meet Him in His glorious dress, And quaff the orient ray !

4 There, where ten thousand seraphs stand

To crown the circling hours. Soar thou ; and, from that l)lissful land, Bring down unfading flowers —

5 Some Rose of Sharon dyed in blood.

Some spice of Gilead's balm. Some lily washed in Calvary's flood, Some branch of heavenly palm ! —

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6 And let the drops of sparkling dew From Siloa's spring be shed, To form a fragrance fresh and new — A halo round thy head.

T Spread then thy plumes of faith and prayer, Nor fear to wend away ; And let a glow of heavenly air Gild every earthly day !

159. S. H. M.

1 Where'er I gaze below,

Eich worlds of beauty lie — A l)alsam for the heart of woe.

Light for the folding eye : Yet this alone can dry the tear. To find and feel the Saviour near !

2 'Tis well to love his earth,

DeckVl in her robes of state — To mark her, when renewVl in birth,

Upon his bounty wait — To cast the gladden'd eye around. And feel that all is holy ground.

3 But if he disappears.

And veils his look of love, The gayest scene is dimm'd by tears —

The thoughts bewilder'd rove: Vain the bright sea and brighter skies. Vain man's supremest harmonies.

4 May then the morn's bright wings

Some cov'nant blessing bear, 6*

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While the rapt spirit upward springs,

With an anointed prayer — Saviour ! I bow before thy throne, Not for thy works, but Thee alone !

160. L.M. 61.

1 When, streaming from the eastern skies, The morning light salutes mine eyes,

O Sun of Righteousness divine ! On me with beams of mercy shine : Chase the dark clouds of sin away, And turn my darkness into day.

2 As every day thy mercy spares Will bring its trials and its cares ; O Saviour! till my life shall end, Be thou my counsellor and friend : Teach me thy precepts, all divine. And be thy great example mine.

J> When each day's scenes and labors close. And wearied nature seeks I'epose, With pardoning mercy richly blest. Guard me, my Saviour, while I rest ; And, as each moi'uing sun shall rise, O lead me onward to the skies !

4 And, at my life's last setting sun — My conflicts o'er, my labors done- Jesus, thy heavenly radiance shed, To cheer and bless my dying bed ; And from death's gloom my s})irit i-aise To see tliy face and sing thy pi-aise.

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161. C. M.

1 My God, beneath thy watching eye,

I laid me down and slept : Thy tender mercy, ever nigh, In peace my spirit kept.

2 Under the shadow of thy wings

My weary limbs reposed ; And, undisturbed by earthly things, A day of labor closed.

3 Safe in thine everlastins: arms,

That compass VI me around. Body and soul, from outward harms And inward fears, were found.

4 Thus, till the morn in beauty broke,

My sleep was sweet to me : Thy voice then called me, I awoke And found myself with Thee.

5 Humbly beside my couch I knelt.

And while I strove to praj^, The eai'nest in my heart I felt Of blessings through the day.

6 Oh ! oft to cheer me, to and fro

By restless passions driven, Such nights of calm from care and woe, Such days of hope be given !

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162. Ts.

1 In the morning hear my voice, Let me in thy light rejoice :

God, my Sun ! my strength renew. Send thy blessing down like dew.

2 Through the duties of the day Grant me grace to watch and pray, — Live as always seeing Thee, Knowing "Thou, God, seest me."

3 When the evening skies display Richer robes than noon's array. Be the shades of death to me Bright with immortality.

4 When the round of care is run. And the stars succeed the sun. Songs of praise with prayer unite, — • Crown the day, and hail the night.

5 Thus with thee, ray God, ray Friend, Time begin, continue, end.

While life's joys and sorrows 2:)ass, Like the changes of the grass.

163. L. M.

Evening.

\ Gloky to thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the lio^ht : Keep me, O keep me. King of kings ! Beneath tliine own Almighty wings.

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2 Forgive me, Lord, for tliy dear Son, The ill that I this day have done ; That with the world, myself and Thee J, ere I sleep, at peace may be.

3 Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed : Teach me to die, that so I may llise, glorious, at the awful day.

4 O let my soul on thee repose !

And may sweet sleep my eyelids close — • Sleep that shall me more vigorous make To serve my God when I awake.

5 If in the night I sleepless lie,

My soul with heavenly thoughts supply : Let no ill dreams disturb my rest — No powers of darkness me molest. .

6 O when shall I, in endless day. Forever chase dark sleep away ! And hymns divine with angels sing — Glory to thee, eternal King !

164. L. M.

1 Sun of my soul ! thou Saviour dear, It is not night if thou be near :

Oh may no earth-born cloud arise To hide thee from thy servant's eyes !

2 When round thy wondrous works below My searching, rapturous glance I throw, Tracing out Wisdom, Power and Love, In earth or sky, in stream or grove ;

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3 Or by the light thy words disclose Watch time's full river as it flows, Scanning thy gracious Providence, Where not too deep for mortal sense ; —

4 When with dear friends sweet talk I hold. And all the flowers of life unfold :

Let not my heart within me burn, Except in all I thee discern.

5 When the soft dews of kindly sleep My wearied eyelids gently steep.

Be my last thought how sweet to rest Forever on my Saviour's breast.

6 Abide with me from morn till eve. For without thee I cannot live : Al)ide with me when nis-lit is nio^h. For without thee I dare not die.

7 If some poor wandering child of thine Have spurn'd to-day thy voice divine, Now, Lord, the gracious work begin : Let him no more lie down in sin.

8 Watch l)y the sick — enrich the poor With l)lessings from thy boundless store : Be every mourner's sleep to-night

Like infants' slumbers, pure and light.

9 Come near and l)less us wlien we wake. Ere through the world our way we take : Till in the ocean of thy love

We lose ourselves in heaven above.

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165.

1 Softly now the light of day- Fades upon my sight away : Free from care, from hil^or free, Lord, I would commune with thee !

2 Soon, for me, the light of day- Shall forever pass away : Then, from sin and sorrow free, Take me. Lord, to dwell with thee !

166. L. M.

1 O TiiotT true life of all that live !

Who dost, unmov'd, all motion sway — Who dost the morn and evening give, And through its changes guide the day ;

2 Thy light upon our evening pour !

So may our souls no sunset see ; But death to us an open door To an eternal morning be.

167. 9s and 8s.

1 Hap.k! 'tis the breeze of twilight calling

Earth's weary children to repose ; While, round the couch of Nature falling. Gently the night's soft curtains close.

2 Soon o'er a world, in sleep reclining,

Numberless stars through yonder dark

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Shall look like eyes of elierubs sliining From out the veils that hid the Ark.

3 Guard us, O Thou who never sleepest !

Thou wlio ill silence thron'd above, Throughout all time unwearied keepest Thy watch of glory, power and love :

4 Grant that beneath thine eye securely

Our souls, aAvhile from life withdrawn, May, in their dai'kness, stilly, purely, Like sealed fountains rest till dawn.

168. 7s.

1 Slowly, by God's hand unfurled, Down around the weary world Falls the darkness ; O, how still Is the working of His will !

2 Mighty Spirit, ever nigh ! Work in me as silently ;

Veil the day's distracting sights, Show me heaven's eternal hghts.

3 Living stars to view be brought

In the boundless realms of thouo-ht High and infinite desires, Flaming like those upper fires !

4 Holy Truth ! Eternal Right ! Let them break upon my siglit ! Let them sliine serene and still, And with light my being fill.

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169. c. M.

Night.

1 TiiEE, in the watches of the night,

My spirit would adore ;

0 God, in darkness, as in hght, Defend me evermore !

2 Yet not in Providence alone,

In grace thyself impart ; Erect thy temple, fix thy throne, Rule thou, within my heart.

3 The morn and evening sacrifice.

The noon and midnight prayer,

1 know that thou wilt not despise,

"When meekly offer'd there.

4 Though heaven and earth thy presence fill,

Thou surely art, O Lord, With him who loves and does thy will — Who hears and keeps thy Word !

5 Henceforth be this the end and aim

Of all my life below, Till to the tomb my dust descend, To thee my spu'it go.

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THE SCRIPTURES.

170. L. M. 81.

WiTHiisr this awful volume lies The mystery of mysteries : O ! happiest they of human race To whom our God has given grace To read, to fear, to hope, to pray, To lift the latch and force the way ; And l)etter had they ne'er been born. Who read to doubt, or read to scorn.

171. C. M.

Psalm xix.

1 TiiY law is perfect, Lord of light !

Thy testimonies sure : The statutes of thy realm are right, And thy commandment pui'e.

2 Let these, O God ! my soul convert,

And make thy servant wise — Let these ])e gladness to my heart, The day-spring to mine eyes.

3 By these may I be warn'd l)etimes:

Who knows the guile within ? Lord ! save me from presumptuous crimes, Cleanse me from secret sin !

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i So may the words my lips express,

The thoughts that tliroiig my mind, O Lord, my strength and righteousness ! With thee acceptance find.

172. L. M.

" A disccrner of the thoughts,^'' dr. — Heb. iv. ; John i.

1 Eye of God's Word ! where'er we turn.

Ever upon us ! thy keen gaze

Can all the depths of sin discern,

Unravel every bosom's maze :

2 Who that has felt thy glance of dread

Thi'ill through his heart's remotest cells, Al)out his path, about his bed.

Can doubt what spirit in thee dwells ?

3 What word is this ? Whence know'st thou me ?

All wond'ring cries the humbled heart. To hear thee that deep mystery. The knowledge of itself, impart.

4 The childlike faith that asks not sight —

Waits not for wonder or for sign — Believes, because it loves aright — Shall see things greater, things divine.

5 Heaven to that gaze shall open wide.

And brightest angels to and fro On messages of love shall glide 'Twixt God above and man below.

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173. C. H. M.

1 TiiY Word, O Lord ! like gentle dews,

Falls soft on liearts that pine : Lord, to thy garden ne'er refuse Tliis heavenly balm of thine. Water'd from thee. Let every tree Blossom and iruit yield to thy praise.

2 Thy Word is like a flaming sword —

A wedge that cleaveth stone : Keen as a fire, so burns thy Word, And pierceth flesh and bone. Let it go forth O'er all the earth. To shatter all the might of sin.

3 Thy Word, a wondrous morning star,

On pilgrims' hearts doth rise ; Leads to their Lord, who dwells afar, And makes the simple wise. Let not its light E'er sink in night, On every spirit let it shine.

174. C. M.

Father of mercies, in thy Word What endless glory shines !

Forever l)e thy name adored For these celestial lines !

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2 Here springfi of consolation rise

To cheer the fainting mind ; And thirsty souls receive supplies, And sweet refreshment find.

3 Here the fair tree of knowledge grows

And yields a free repast ; Sublimer sweets than nature knows Invite the longing taste.

4 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice

Spreads heavenly peace around ; And life and everlasting joys Attend the blissful sound !

5 Oh may these heavenly pages be

My ever dear delight ; And still new beauties may I see, And still increasing light !

6 Divine Instructor — gracious Lord,

Be thou forever near ; Teach me to love thy sacred Word, And view my Saviour there !

175. C. M.

1 Great God ! with wonder and with praise,

On all thy works I look ; But still thy wisdom, power and grace, Shine brightest in thy Book.

2 Here are my choicest treasures hid ;

Here my best comfort lies ;

142 man's natueal state.

Here my desires are satisfied, And here my hopes arise.

3 Lord, make me understand thy haw ; Show what my faults have been ; And from thy Gospel let me draw Pardon for all my sin.

MAN'S NATURAL STATE. 176. s. M.

1 On ! where shall rest be found —

Rest for the weary soul ? 'Twere vain the ocean depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole.

2 The world can never give

The bliss for which we sigh ; 'Tis not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die.

3 Beyond this vale of tears

There is a life above. Unmeasured by the flight of years ; And all that life is love.

4 Tliere is a deatli whose pang

Outlasts the fleeting breath ; O, wliat eternal horroi's liang Around the second death !

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5 Lord God of truth and grace, Teach us that death to shun, Lest Ave be banished from thy face, And evermore undone.

177. C. M.

1 What is the thing of greatest price,

The whole creation round? That which was lost in Paradise — That which in Christ is found. ,

2 The soul of man, Jehovah's breath.

That keeps two worlds at strife : Hell moves beneath to work its death, Heaven stoops to give it life.

3 God, to redeem it, did not spare

His well-beloved Son : Jesus, to save it, deigned to bear The sins of all in one.

4 And is this treasure borne below.

In earthen vessels frail ? Can none its utmost value know, Till flesh and spirit fail ?

5 Then let us gather round the cross,

That knowledge to obtain ; Not by the soul's eternal loss. But everlasting gain.

178. CM.

1 How helpless guilty nature lies, Unconscious of its load !

144: jian's natural state.

The heart, iinclianged, can never rise To liappiness and God.

2 Can aught, beneath a power divine,

The stubborn will subdue ? 'Tis thine. Almighty Saviour ! thine To form the heart anew.

3 'Tis thine, the passions to recall,

And upward bid them rise ; And make the scales of error fall From reason's darkened eyes :

4 To chase the shades of death away,

And bid the sinner live — A beam of heaven, a vital ray, 'Tis thine alone to give !

5 O change these wretched hearts of ours,

And give them life divine ! Then shall our passions and our powers, Almighty Lord, be thine !

179. CM.

1 The day approaches, O my soul !

The great decisive day — Which from the verge of mortal life Shall bear thee far away.

2 Another day more awful dawns.

And lo ! the Judge appears :

Ye heavens, retire before his face !

And sink, ye darkened stars !

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3 Yet does one sliort, preparing lioiir — One precious hour — remain : Rouse, then, my soul, with all thy power, Nor let it pass in vain !

180. C. M.

1 When, rising from the bed of death,

O'erwhelmed with guilt and fear, I see my Maker face to face, O ! how shall I appear ?

2 If yet, while pardon may be found,

And mercy may be sought, My heart with inward horror shrinks, And trembles at the thought :

3 When thou, O Lord ! shalt stand disclosed

In majesty severe. And sit in judgment on my soul,

0 ! how shall I appear ?

181. S. M.

1 Waked by the trumpet's sound,

1 from my grave shall rise,

And see the Judge with glory crowned, And see the flaming skies !

2 Who can resolve the doubt

That tears my anxious breast ? Shall I be with the lost cast out. Or numbered with the blest ?

3 O thou that wouldst not have

One wretched sinner die !

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146 man's natural state.

Who dieclst thyself, my soul to save From endless misery !

4 Show me the way to shun

Thy dreadful wrath severe ! That when thou comest on thy throne, I may -with, joy appear !

182. L. M. Psalm li.

1 Have mercy on me, O my God !

In loving kindness hear my prayer : Withdraw the terror of thy rod : Lord, in thy tender mercy, spai*e !

2 Offences rise where'er I look,

But I confess their guilt to thee ; Blot my transgressions from thy book ; Cleanse me from mine iniquity !

3 Whither from vengeance can I run ?

Just are thy judgments, Lord, and right ! For all the evil I have done, I did it only in thy sight !

4 Not streamins: blood nor cleansino: fire

Thy I'ighteous anger can appease : Burnt-ofterings thou dost not require, Or gladly I would render these.

5 The broken heart in sacrifice.

Alone, will thine acceptance meet : My heart, O God, do not des})ise, Broken and contrite at tliy feet !

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GOSPEL INVITATION: WARNING.

183. L. M. 61.

1 Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan

Hath taught these walls the notes of woe : Cease thy complaint, suppress thy groan,

And let thy tears forget to flow : Behold ! the precious balm is found, To lull thy pain, to heal thy wound !

2 Come, freely come, by sin oppressed ;

Unburden hei-e the weighty load ; Here find thy refuge and thy rest.

And trust the mercy of thy God : Thy God's thy Saviour — glorious Word ! Forever love and praise the Lord !

184. lis and 10s.

1 Come, ye disconsolate, where'er you languish ;

Come to the mercy-seat, fervently kneel : Here bring your wounded hearts," here tell your anguish ; Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.

2 Joy of the desolate, Light of the straying,

Hope, when all others die, fadeless and pure, Here speaks the Comforter, in God's, name saying. Earth has nosorrow that heaven cannot cure.

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185. 7s.

Ye who in His courts are foiiiid, Listening to the joyful sound — Lost and helpless as ye are, Sons of sorrow, sin and care — Glorify the King of kings ; Take the j)eace the Gospel brings.

Turn to Christ your longing eyes, View his bleeding sacrifice : See in him your sins forgiven — Pardon, holiness, and heaven : Glorify the King of kings, Take the peace the Gospel brings.

186. L. M.

1 Ho ! every one that thirsts, draw nigh ;

'Tis God invites the fallen race : Mercy and free salvation buy —

Buy wine, and milk, and gospel grace.

2 See from the Rock a fountain rise ;

For you in healing streams it rolls : Money ye need not bi'ing, nor })rice. Ye laboring, burdened, sin-sick souls.

3 Nothing ye in exchange shall give —

Leave all you have, and are, behind. : Freely the gift of God receive, Pardon and peace in Jesus find.

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4 Come to tlie living waters, come ! Sinners, obey your Maker's voice : Return, ye weary waud'rers, home. And in redeeming love rejoice.

187. L. M.

1 Deep are the wounds that sin hath made :

Where shall the sinner find a cure ? In vain, alas ! is nature's aid — ■

The work exceeds all nature's pow'r.

2 And can no sov'reis^n balm be found ?

And is no kind physician nigh To ease the pain and heal the wound. Ere life and hope for ever fly ?

3 There is a great Physician near.

Look up, O fainting soul ! and live : See, in his heav'nly smiles appear Such ease as nature cannot give.

4 See, in the Saviour's dying blood,

Life, health and bliss abundant flow ! 'Tis only this dear, sacred flood

Can ease thy pain and heal thy wo.

188. 7s.

1 PiLGEi:\r, burdened with thy sin.

Come the way to Zion's gate :

There, till mercy speaks within.

Knock, and weep, and watch, and wait :

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Knock — lie knows the sinner's cry ;

Weep — lie loves the mourner's tears ; Watch, for saving grace is nigh ;

Wait, till heavenly grace appears.

2 Hark, it is the Saviour's voice !

" Welcome, pilgrim, to thy rest !" Now within the gate rejoice.

Safe, and owned, and bought, and blest Safe from all the lures of vice ;

Owned, by joys the contrite know : Bought by love, and life the price ;

Blest, the mighty debt to owe.

3 Holy pilgrim ! what for thee

In this world can now remain ? Seek that world from which shall flee

Sorrow, shame, and tears, and pain : Sorrow shall forever fly ;

Shame from glory's view retire ; Tears be wiped from every eye ;

Pain ill endless bliss expire.

,189. CM.

1 All ye who seek a certain cure

In trouble and distress. Whatever sorrow vex the mind Or guilt the soul oppress :

2 Jesus, who gave himself for you

Ui)on the cross to die. Opens to you his pitying lieart, Oh, now to him draw nigh !

GOSPEL INVITATION. 151

3 Ye hear liow kindly lie invites,

Ye hear his words so blest ; — " All ye that labor, come to me, And I will give you rest."

4 O Saviour, Joy of saints on high !

O Hope of sinners here ! Attracted by those loving words, To thee I lift my prayer.

5 Wash thou ray wounds in that dear l)lood

Which forth from thee doth flow ; New grace, new hope inspire — a new, A better heart bestow.

]90. L. M.

1 Co:\iE, weary souls ! with sin distressed — Come, and accept the promised rest: The Saviour's gracious call obey,

And cast your gloomy fears away.

2 Oppress'd with guilt, a painful load,

O come ! and spread your woes abroad : Divine compassion, mighty love. Will all the painful load remove.

3 Here mercy's boundless ocean flows,

To cleanse your guilt and heal your woes : Pardon, and life, and endless pe;u-e ; How rich the gift ! how free the grace !

4 Lord, we accept, with thankful heart, The hope thy gracious words ini]):irt : We come with trembling ; yet I'ejoice, And bless the kind, inviting voice.

152 GOSPEL INVITATION.

5 Dear Saviour ! let tliy powerful love Confirm our faith, our fears remove ; And sweetly influence every breast, And guide us to eternal rest.

191. C. M.

1 Ye wretclied, hungry, starving poor,

Behold a royal feast ! Where mercy spreads her bounteous store For every humble guest.

2 See, Jesus stands with open arms ;

He calls, he bids you come : Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms ; But see, there yet is room —

3 Room in the Saviour's bleedins: heart :

There love and pity meet ; Nor will he bid the soul depart That trembles at his feet.

4 Oh, come ! and with his children taste

The blessings of his love; While hope attends the sweet repast Of nobler joys above.

5 There, with united heart and voice.

Before th' eternal throne. Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice In ecstasies unknown.

6 And yet ten thousand thousand more

Are welcome still to come : Ye longing souls, the grace adore, Approach, thei-e yet is room.

GOSPEL INVITATION". 153

192. H. M.

1 Blow ye the triiinpet, blow

The gladly solemn sound ; Let all the nations know,

To earth's remotest bound : The year of jubilee is come; Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home !

2 Exalt the Lamb of God,

The sin-atoning Lamb ; Kedemption by his blood

Through all the world proclaim : The year of jubilee is come; Return, ye I'ansom'd sinners, home !

3 Ye who have sold for nought

The heritage al)ove, Come take it back unbought,

The gift of Jesus' love : The year of jubilee is come ; Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home !

4 Jesus, our great High Priest,

Hath full atonement made : Ye weary spirits, rest ;

Ye mournful souls, be glad : The year of jul)ilee is come ; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home !

193. s. M.

1 The Spirit, in our hearts,

Is whispering, " Sinner, come :"

7*

154 GOSPEL INVITATION.

The Bride, the Church of Christ, proclaims To all his children, " Come !"

2 Let him that heareth say

To all about him, " Come !" Let him that thirsts for righteousness, To Christ, the fountain, come.

3 Yes, whosoever will,

O let him freely come ! And freely drink the stream of life : 'Tis Jesus bids him come.

4 Lo ! Jesus, who invites.

Declares, "I quickly come!" Lord, even so ; we wait thy hour ; O blest Redeemer, come.

194^. L. M.

1 Behold a Stranger at the door :

He gently knocks, has knocked before ; Has waited long, is waiting still : You treat no other fiiend so ill.

2 Oh lovely attitude ! he stands

With melting heart and bleeding hands: Oh matchless kindness ! — and he shows This matchless kindness to his foes.

3 But will he prove a Friend indeed ? He will — the very Friend you need : The Friend of sinners ; yes, 'tis He, With garments dyed on Calvary.

GOSPEL INVITATION. 155

4 Rise, touched witli gratitude diviue, Turn out bis enemy and thine — - Turn out thy soul-enshxving sin, And let the heavenly Stranger in.

5 Oh welcome him, the Prince of Peace ! Now may his gentle reign increase : Throw wide the door, each willing mind ; And be his empire all mankind.

195. S. M.

1 Now is til' accepted time ;

Now is the day of grace ; Now, sinnei's, come without delay. And seek the Saviour's face.

2 Now is th' accepted time ;

The Saviour calls to-day ; To-morrow it may be too late : Then why should you delay ?

3 Now is th' accepted time ;

The Gos])el bids you come ;

And every promise in his Word

Declares there yet is room.

19(). L. M.

1 O Time, how few thy value weigh ! How few will estimate a day ! Days, months and years are rolling on- The soul neglected, and undone.

156 GOSPEL INVITATION.

2 In painful cares, or empty joys, Our life its precious hours destroys ; Whilst death stands watching at our side. Eager to stop the living tide.

3 Was it for this, ye mortal race ! Your Maker gave you here a place ? Was it for this his thoughts design'd The frame of your immortal mind ?

4 For nol:)ler cares, for joys sublime, He foshion'd all the sons of time : Pilgrims on earth ; but soon to be The heirs of immortality.

197. lis.

Delay not, delay not ; O sinner ! draw near ;

The waters of life are now flowing for thee : No price is demanded ; the Saviour is here ;

Redemption is purchased, salvation is free.

2 Delay not, delay not ; why longer abuse

The love and compassion of Jesus, thy God"? A fountain is opened ; how canst tliou I'efuse To wash and be cleansed in his pardoning blood ?

3 Delay not, delay not, O sinner ! to come,

For mercy still lingers, and calls thee to- day;

WARNING. 157

Her voice is not heard in tlie shades of the tomb : Her message, unheeded, will •soon pass away.

4 Delay not, delay not ; the Spirit of grace, _

Long grieved and resisted, may take his sad flight ; And leave thee in d.arkness to finish thy race. To sink in the gloom of eternity's night.

5 Delay not, delay not ; the hour is at hand :

The earth shall dissolve, and the heavens shall fade ; The dead, small and great, in the judgment shall stand ; What helper, then, sinner, shall lend thee his aid?

198. L. M.

1 Hasten, O sinner ! to be wise.

And stay not for the morrow's sun : The longer wisdom you despise, The harder is it to be won.

2 Oh hasten, mercy to implore !

And stay not for the morrow's sun ; For fear thy season should be o'er Before this evening stage be run.

3 Hasten, O sinner ! to return,

And stay not for the morrow's sun ; For fear thy lamp sliould cease to burn Before the needful work is done.

158 GOSPEL.

4 Hasten, O sinner ! to be blest,

And stay not for the morrow's snn ; For fear the curse should thee arrest Before the morrow is begun.

199. 12s. and 8s.

1 When the harvest is past, and the summer is

gone, And sermons and prayers shall be o'er — When the beams cease to break of the blest

Sabbath morn, And Jesus invites thee no more :

2 When the rich gales of mercy no longer shall

l)low. The Gospel no message declare, — Sinner, how canst thou bear the deep wailing

of woe ! How suffer the night of despair ?

3 When the holy have gone to the regions of

peace, To dwell in the mansions above — When their harmony wakes in the fulness of bliss. Their song to the Saviour of love ; —

4 Say, O sinner ! that livest at rest and secure.

Who fearest no trouble to come. Can thy spirit the swellings of sorrow endure. Or bear the impenitinit's doom ?

EXPOSTULATION. 1^9

200. 7s.

1 Sinners ! turn — why will ye die ? God, your Maker, asks you why : God, who did your being give — Made you with himself to live : He the fatal cause demands, Asks the work of his own hands: Why, O thankless creatures ! why Will ye spurn his love, and die ?

2 Sinners ! turn — why will ye die ? God, your Saviour, asks you why: He who his own life did give, That ye might forever live : Will you let him die in vain, Crucify your Lord again ?

Why, O ransomed sinners ! why Will ye slight his grace, and die ?

3 Sinners ! turn — why will ye die ? God, the Spirit, asks you why :

He who all your lives hath strove — Moved you to embrace his love : Will ye not his love receive ? Will ye still refuse to live ? Why, O long-sought sinners ! why Will ye grieve 3^our God, and die ?

201. 8s, 7s, and 4.

1 Sinners ! will you scorn the message Sent in mercy from above ?

160 GOSPEL.

Every sentence, oh, how tender ! Every line is full of love :

Listen to it ; Every line is full of love.

2 Hear the heralds of the Gospel

News from Zion's King proclaim : — " To each I'ebel sinner pardon ; Free forgiveness in his name :"

Oh what mercy ! " Free forgiveness in his name !"

3 Who liath our report believed ?

Who receiv'd the joyful word ? Who embrac'd the news of pardon, . Offer'd to you by the Lord ?

Can you slight it — ■ Oifer'd to you by the Lord !

4 O ye angels ! hovering round us,

Waiting spirits ! si:)eed your way ; Hasten to the court of heaven ; Tidings bear without delay :

Kel:)el sinners Glad the message will obey.

202.

is.

WiiETS- thy mortal life is fled,

When the death-shades o'er thee spread,

When is finished thy career.

Sinner ! where wilt thou appear ?

When the world has passed away, When di-aws near the judgment-day,

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When the awful trump shall sound, Say, O where wilt thou be found ?

3 When the Judge descends in light, Clothed in majesty and might — When the wicked quail with fear. Where, O where wilt thou appear ?

4 What shall soothe thy bursting heart. When the saints and thou must part ? When the good with joy are crowned. Sinner ! where wilt thou be found ?

5 While the Holy Ghost is nigh, Quickly to the Saviour fly ; Then shall peace thy spirit cheer, Then in heaven shalt thou appear.

203. S. M.

1 And canst thou, sinner ! sliglit

The call of love divine ? Shall God with tenderness invite. And gain no thought of thine ?

2 Wilt thou not cease to grieve

The S])irit from thy breast. Till He thy wretched soul shall leave With all thy sins oppressed ?

3 To-day a pardoning God

Will hear the suppliant pray ; To-day, a Saviour's cleansing blood Will wash thy guilt away.

162 GOSPEL.

4 But grace, so dearly l)onglit, If yet thou wilt despise, How soon may death, with terror fraught, Thy guilty soul surprise !

20tl:. 8s, 7s, and 4. '

1 Come, ye sinners ! poor and wretched,

This is your accepted hour : Jesus ready stands to save you, Full of pity, love and power :

He is able. He is willing; doubt no more.

2 Let not conscience make you linger,

Nor of fitness fondly dream ; All the fitness he recpiireth. Is to feel the need of him :

This he gives you ; 'Tis the Spirit's rising beam.

3 Agonizing in the garden,

Lo, your Saviour prostrate lies ! On the bloody tree behold him ; Hear him cry before he dies,

" It is finished !" Sinner ! will not this suffice ?

4 Lo, th' incarnate God ascended,

Pleads the merit of his blood: Venture on him, venture wliolly. Let no other trust intrude ;

None but Jesus Can do helpless sinners good.

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205. L. M.

1 Retukn, O wanderer, return !

And seek thine injnred Father's face : Those new desires which in thee burn Were kindled by reclaiming grace.

2 Return, O wanderer, return !

He hears thy deep repentant sigh : He sees thy softened spirit mourn When no intruding ear is nigh.

3 Return, O wanderer, return !

Thy Saviour bids thy spirit live : Gro to his feet ; and grateful, learn How freely Jesus can forgive.

4 Return, O wanderer, return !

And wipe away the falling tear : Thy Father calls — " No longer mourn !" 'Tis mercy's voice invites thee near.

206. C. M.

Come, trembling sinner ! in whose breast A thousand thoughts revolve —

Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed. And make this last resolve : —

I'll go to Jesus, though my sin Like mountains round me close ;

I know his courts, I'll enter in, Whatever may oppose.

164 CONVERSION.

3 Pi'ostrate I'll lie before his throne,

And there my guilt confess :

I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone

Without his sovereign grace.

4 Perhaps he will admit my plea,

Perhaps will hear my 2:>rayer ; But if I perish, I will pray, And perish only there.

5 I can but perish if I go ;

I am resolv'd to try : For if I stay away, I know I must forever die.

CONVEPvSION.

207. 83 and 6s.

1 Just as I am, without one plea, But that thy blood was shed for me, And that thou bid'st me come to thee,

O Lamb of God, I come !

2 Just as I am, and waiting not To rid my soul of one dark blot.

To thee w^hose Idood can cleanse each spot, O Laml) of God, I come !

3 Just as I am, though tossed about With many a conflict, many a doubt, Fightings within, and fears without,

O Lamb of God, I come !

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4 Just as I am — poor, wretched, blind ; Sight, riches, healing of the mind, Yea, all I need, in thee to find,

O Lamb of God, I come !

5 Just as I am — thou wilt receive.

Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve ; Because thy promise I believe, O Lamb of God, I come !

6 Just as I am — thy love unknown Hath broken every barrier down : Now to be thine, yea, thine alone,

O Lamb of God, I come !

208. C. P. M.

1 O Thou who hear'st the prayer of faith, Wilt thou not save a soul from death

That casts itself on thee ? I have no refuge of my own. But fly to what my Lord hath done

And suffered once for me.

2 Slain in the guilty sinner's stead, His spotless righteousness I plead,

And his availing blood : That righteousness my robe shall be ; That merit shall atone for me.

And bring me near to God.

3 Then save me from eternal death, The Spirit of adoption breathe,

His consolations send :

lijG CONVERSION.

By him some word of life impart, And sweetly whisper to my heart, '' Thy Maker is thy friend."

4 The kina: of terrors then would be A welcome messenger to me.

To bid me come away : Unclogged by earth, or earthly things, I'd mount, I'd fly, with eager wings,

To everlasting day.

209. L. M.

1 I LEFT the God of truth and light ;

I left the God who gave me breatli, To wander in the wilds of night. And perish in the snares of death !

2 Sweet was his service, and his yoke

Was light and easy to be borne : Through all his l^onds of love I broke ; I cast away his gifts with scorn !

3 Heart-broken, friendless, pooi-, cast down,

Where shall the chief of sinners fly, Almighty Vengeance ! from thy frown. Eternal Justice ! from thine eye ?

4 Lo ! tlirough the gloom of guilty fears.

My faith discerns a dawn of grace : The Sun of Righteousnesss appears In Jesus' reconciling face !

5 My sufl''ring, slain, and risen Lord,

In soi'e distress I turn to thee ;

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I claim acceptance on thy word,

My God ! my Grod ! forsake not me.

6 Prostrate before the mercy-seat, I dare not, if I vvonld, despair: None ever perished at thy feet, And I will lie forever there.

210. C. M.

1 How long the time since Christ began

To call in vain on me ! Deaf to his warning voice, I ran Through paths of vanity.

2 He called me when my thoughtless prime

Was early ripe to ill ; I passed from folly on to crime. And yet he called me still.

3 He called me in the time of dread,

When death was full in view ; I trembled on my feverish bed, And rose to sin anew.

4 Yet could I hear him once again.

As I have heard of old, Methitiks he should not call in vain His wanderer to the fold.

5 O thou, who every thought dost know,

And answ'i'est every prayer ! Try me with sickness, want, or woe. But snatch me from despair.

168 CONVERSION.

6 My struggling will by grace control ; Renew my broken vow : What blessed light breaks on my soul ! My God ! I liear thee now.

211. L. M.

1 Thotjgh sorrows rise, and dangers roll, In weaves of darkness o'er my sonl ; Though friends are false, and love decays, And few and evil are my days ; Though conscience, fiercest of my foes. Swells with remembered guilt my woes' — Yet even in nature's utmost ill,

I love thee. Lord, I love thee still.

2 Though Sinai's curse, in thunder dread, Peals o'er my unprotected head,

And memory points, with busy pain, To grace and mercy given in vain. Till nature, sinking in the strife. Longs to escape the load of life — Though every thought has power to kill, I love thee, Lord, I love thee still.

3 Oh ! by the pangs thyself hast borne. The ruffian's blow, the tyrant's scorn — By Sinai's curse, whose dreadful doom Was buried in thy guiltless tomb ;

By these my pangs, whose healing smart Thy grace has planted in my heart, I know, I feel thy lK)nnteous will : Thou lov'st me. Lord, thou lov'st me still.

CONVEESION. 169

212. c. M.

1 As o'er tlie past my memory strays,

Why heaves the secret sigh ? 'Tis that I mourn departed days, Still unprepared to die.

2 The world, and worldly things beloved

My anxious thoughts employed ; And time, unhallow'd, unimprov'd. Presents a fearful void.

3 Yet, holy Father, wild despair

Chase from my laboring breast ! Thy grace it is which prompts the prayer, That grace can do the rest.

4 My life's brief remnant all be thine !

And when thy sure decree Bids me this fleeting breath resign, O speed my soul to thee !

213. L. M.

Oil that my load of sin were gone !

Oh that I could at last submit. At Jesus' feet to lay it down —

To lay my soul at Jesus' feet !

Rest for my soul I long to find : Saviour of all, if mine thou art.

Give me thy meek and lowly mind.

And stamp thine image on my heart. 8

170 CONVERSION.

3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin,

And fnlly set my spirit free : I cannot rest, till pnre within — Till I am wholly lost in thee.

4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God !

Thy light and easy burden prove, — The cross all stained with hallowed blood, The labor of thy dying love.

5 I would — but thou must give the power ;

My heart from every sin release : Bring near, bring near the joyful hour. And fill me with thy perfect peace !

214. S. M.

1 " Flee from the wrath to come,"

I hear Jehovah say : What can I do ? let doubt be dumb. What can I — but obej^ ?

2 Then, my Redeemer, then.

From wrath to love I llee : The things impossible to men Are possible with thee.

3 I, at thy feet, in dust.

My unbelief resign : In thee alone is all my trust, Lord, save me, I am thine.

215. C. P. M.

1 Awak'd 1)y Sinai's awful sound. My soul in Ix^nds of guilt I found, And knew not where to go :

CONVERSION, ITl

Eternal truth did loud proclaim, " The sinner must be born again, Or sink to endless wo."

2 Again did Sinai's thunders roll. And guilt lay heavy on my soul —

A vast, oppressive load : Alas ! I read, and saw it plain, " The sinner must be born again,

Or drink the wrath of God."

3 But while I thus in anguish lay. The gracious Saviour pass'd this way,

And felt his pity move : The sinner, by his justice slain. Now by his grace /.y born again,

And sings redeeming love.

21(). C. P. M.

1 When with my mind devoutly press'd. Dear Saviour, my revolving breast

Would past offences trace ; Trembling I make the black review. Yet pleased behold, admiring, too.

The power of changing grace.

2 This tongue with blasphemies defiled. These feet to erring paths beguiled,

In heavenly league agree : Who would believe such lips could praise, Or think from dark and winding ways

I e'er should turn to thee ?

172 CHRISTIAN

3 These eyes tliat once abused the light Now lift to God their watery sight,

And weep a silent flood : These hands are raised in ceaseless prayer, O wash away the stains they wear

In pure, redeeming blood !

CHRISTIAN FAITH AND LOVE.

217. 7s.

. EocK of Ages ! cleft for me. Let me hide myself in thee : Let the water and the blood, Fi'om thy wounded side which flowed, Be of sin the double cure — Save from wrath and make me pure.

5 Could my tears forever flow, C'Ould my zeal no languor know, These for sin could not atone : Thou must save, and thou alone : In my hand no price I bring. Simply to thy cross I cling.

) While I draw this fleeting breath. When my eyes shall close in death — When I rise to worlds unknown And behold tliee on thy throne, Rock of Ages ! cleft for me. Let me hide myself in thee.

FAITH AND LOVE. 173

218. 6s and 4s.

My fuitli looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary,

Saviour divine ! Now hear me while I pray ; Take all my guilt away; Oh let me, from this day,

Be wholly thine !

May thy rich grace impart Strength to my fainting heart —

My zeal inspire : As thou hast died for me, Oh may my love to thee Pure, warm and changeless be —

A living fire !

While life's dark maze I tread. And griefs around me spread.

Be thou my guide : Bid darkness turn to day. Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray

From thee aside.

When ends life's transient dream — ■ When death's cold, sullen stream

Shall o'er me roll : Blest Saviour ! then, in love. Fear and distrust remove ; Oh bear me safe above —

A ransomed soul !

174 CHRISTIAN

219. C. M.

1 There is a fountain filled with l)lo6d,

Drawn from Immannel's veins ; And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, Lose all their guilty stains.

2 The dying thief rejoiced to see

That fountain, in his day ; And there may I, as vile as he, Wash all my sins away.

3 Thou dying Lamb ! thy precious blood

Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransom'd Church of God Be saved — to sin no more.

4 E'er since by faith I saw the stream

Thy flowing wounds supply. Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be — till I die.

5 Then in a nol)ler, sw^eeter song,

I'll sing thy power to save ; When this poor, lisping, faltering tongue Lies silent in the grave.

220. lis.

1 How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord ! Is laid for youi' faith in his excellent Word : What more can lie say than to you he liatli

said. Who unto the Saviour for refu2:e have fled :

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2 " Fear not, I am with thee, oh, be not dismay'd ; For I am thy God, I will still give thee aid : I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee

to stand, Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.

3 '' When thro' the deep waters I call thee to go, The rivers of sorrow shall not overflow ; For I will be with thee thy troubles to bless, And sanctify to thee thy dee23est distress.

4 " The soul that on Jesus hath lean'd for repose, I will not — I will not desert to his foes : That soul, though all hell should endeavor

to shake, I'll never — no, never — no, never forsake !"

221. 7s.

{^Seventeenth Century.')

Jesus, who is all my trust, Jesus my Redeemer lives ; Though my body sink in dust, This assurance comfort gives : Earth's Ions; nio-ht I need not fear. When I know that he is near.

Jesus my Redeemer lives, I with him shall live on high : Life to me his promise gives. Why then should I fear to die ?

176 CHRISTIAN

Can my glorious risen Head

Leave his members with the dead ? .

3 No ; too strong the sacred barid That unites my soul to him ; While I clasp his gracious hand, Faith and hope can ne'er grow dim : Death itself shall never part

My Kedeemer from my heart.

4 Born of flesh, my mortal frame Must, I know, in dust decay ; But my Lord that dust shall claim, And his voice shall wake the clay : Then shall I in glory rise

To a mansion in the skies !

5 There these eyes with raptured gaze My Redeemer's form shall know ; 'Mid the bright unclouded rays

Of his love my soul shall glow : Naught of weakness shall remain, Purged away each earthly stain.

G Here I suffer, weep and groan, There I shall in glory shine : Here an earthly body sown. There a heavenly form is mine : Mortal, in the dust I lie. Spirit, I ascend on high !

222. 7s.

1 When this passing world is done, — When has sunk yon glorious sun ;

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When we stand with Christ in glory, Looking o'er life's finished story ; Then, Lord, shall I fnlly know — Not till then— how much I owe !

2 When I stand l)efore the throne, Clothed in beauty not my own — When I see thee as thou art. Love thee with iinsinning heart; Then, Lord, shall I fully know — Not till then — how much I owe !

3 When the praise of heaven I hear. Loud as thunders to the ear — Loud as many waters' noise, Sweet as harp's melodious voice ; Then, Lord, shall I fully know — Not till then — how much I owe !

223. L. M. 6 1.

Jesus, I know, hath died for me, — This is my hope, my joy, my rest !

Hither, when hell assails, I flee,

And look into my Saviour's breast :

Away, sad doubts, and anxious fear —

Mercy is all that's written there.

Though waves and storms go o'er my head. Though strength, and health, and friends, be gone ; Though joys be wither'd all, and dead. And every comfort be withdrawn: 8*

178 CHRISTIAN

Steadfast on tliis my soul relies — Father, tliy mercy never dies.

3 Fix'd on this rock will I remain,

When heart shall fail and flesh decay ;- A rock which shall my soul sustain,

When earth's foundations melt away ! Mercy's full power I then shall prove, Lov'd with an everlastins: love !

224. C. M.

1 Thou art my hiding-place, O Lord !

In thee I put my trust, Encouraged by thy holy Word,- — A feeble child of dust.

2 I have no argument beside,

I urge no other plea ; And 'tis enough the Saviour died, The Saviour died for me !

3 When storms of fierce temptation beat.

And furious foes assail ;

My refuge is the mercy-seat,

My hope within the vail.

4 From stiife of tongues and bitter words.

My spirit flies to thee : Joy to my heart the thought affords. My Saviour died for me !

5 And when thine awful voice commands

This body to decay.

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And life, in its last lingering sands, Is ebbing fast away ; —

6 Then, though it be in accents weak, My voice shall call on thee, And ask for strength in death to speak, " My Saviour died for me."

225. c. M.

1 I LOVE to sing of that great Power,

That made the earth and sea ; But better still, I love to sing Of Him who died for me.

2 I love to sing of herb and flower.

And field, and plant, and tree : My sweetest song shall ever l)e That " Jesus died for me."

3 I love to hear the little lairds

Attune their notes with glee : But o-uileless mirth cannot susforest. That " Jesus died for me."

4 I love to think of angels' songs,

From sin and sorrow free : But angels cannot strike their notes To " Jesus died foi' me.''''

5 I love to know the time will come

When men shall happy be ; But I am happy noio^ because My " Jesus died for me."

ISO CHRISTIAN

6 I love to speak of God — of heaven,

Aud all its purity : God is my Father, heaven my home. For " Jesus died for me."

7 And when I reach that happy place,

From all temptation free, I'll sing the ever joyous song Of " Jesus died for me."

8 There will I, at his sacred feet

Adoring, ])cnd the knee. And swell the everlastinsr strain With " Jesus died for me."

226. C. M.

{^Twelfth Ceniiiri/.)

1 Jesfs, the very thought of thee

With sweetness fills my breast ; But sweeter far thy face to see, And in thy presence rest.

2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame,

Nor can the memory find A sweeter sound than thy blest name, O Saviour of mankind !

3 O Hope of every contrite heart !

O Joy of all the meek ! To those wlio fall, how kind tliou art ! How good to those who seek !

li

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4 But what to tliose who find ? Ah ! this, Nor tongue nor pen can show ; The love of Jesus, what it is. None but his loved ones know.

227. L. M.

1 Awake, my soul, to joyful lays,

And sing the great Redeemer's praise ; He justly claims a song from me : His loving-kindness, oh, how free !

2 He saw me ruined in the fall. Yet loved me, notwithstanding all ; He saved me from my lost estate : His loving-kindness, oh, how great !

3 Though numerous hosts of mighty foes — Though earth and hell my way oppose. He safely leads my soul along :

His loving-kindness, oh, how strong !

4 "When trouble, like a gloomy cloud, Has gathered thick and thundered loud, He near my soul has always stood : His loving-kindness, oh, how good !

5 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale — Soon all my mortal powers must fail : Oh may my last expiring breath

His loving-kindness sing in death !

C Then let me mount and soar away To the bright world of endless day ; And sing, with rapture and surprise, His loving-kindness in the skies !

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228. 8s and 7s.

1 Sayioue, Source of every blessing,

Time my heart to sing thy grace ! Streams of mercy, never ceasing. Call for songs of loudest praise.

2 Teach me some melodious measure

Sung by raptur'd saints aljove ; Fill my soul with sacred pleasure While I sing redeeming love.

3 Jesus sou2:ht me when a strano-er,

Wanderinof from the fold of God ; He, to rescue me from danger. Interposed with precious blood.

4 By thy hand restored, defended.

Safe through life, thus far, I'm come ; When, O Lord ! this life is ended. Bring me to my heavenly home.

229. 7s.

1 Jesus, Lover of my soul,

Let me to thy bosom fly. While the billows near me roll —

While the tempest still is high : Hide me, O my Sa\dour ! hide.

Till the storm of life is past ; Safe into the haven gnide :

O receive my soul at last !

2 Other refuge have I none —

Plangs my helpless soul on the(^ :

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Leave, all ! leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me :

All my trust on thee is stayed, All'my help from thee I bring:

Cover my defenceless head

With the shadow of thy wing.

3 Thou, O Christ ! art all I want ;

Boundless love in thee I find : Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,

Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is thy name,

I am all unrighteousness ; Vile and full of sin I am, — :

Thou art full of truth and grace.

230. S. M.

1 Awake, and sing the song

Of Moses and the Lamb ! Wake, every heart and every tongue, To praise the Saviour's name !

2 Sing of his dying love ;

Sing of his rising power : Sing how he intercedes above For those whose sins he bore.

3 Sing, till we feel the heart

Ascending with the tongue ;

Sing, till the love of sin depart,

And grace inspire the song.

4 Sing on your heavenly way.

Ye ransomed sinners, sing !

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Sing on, rejoicing every day In Christ, th' exalted King.

5 Soon sliall our raptured tongue His endless praise proclaim, And sweeter voices tune the sons: Of Moses and the Lamb.

231. L. M.

1 Jesus ! thy robe of righteousness My beauty is, my glorious dress ; 'Mid flaming woi-lds, in this arrayed, With joy shall I lift up my head.

2 When from the dust of death I rise To claim my mansion in the skies ; Ev'n then shall this be all my plea : " Jesus hath lived and died for me."

3 This spotless rol^e the same appears When ruin'd nature sinks in years : No age can change its glorious hue ; The robe of Christ is ever new.

4 O let the dead now hear thy voice — Now bid tliy banish'd ones rejoice ; Their Ijeauty this, their glorious dress, '■'' Jesus ^ the Lord our lllrjldeousness P''

232. C. M.

1 Tiiou art the Way : to thee alone From sin and death we flee ;

FAITH AND LOVE. 185

And lie who would the Father seek, Must seek him, Lord, through thee.

2 Thou art the Truth : thy word alone

True wisdom can impart : Thou, only, canst instruct the mind. And purify the heart.

3 Thou art the Life : the rending tomb

Proclaims thy conquering arm ; And those who put their trust in thee. Nor death nor hell shall harm.

4 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life :

Grant us to know that Way, That Truth to keep, that Life to win, Which lead to endless day.

233. S. M.

1 Geace ! — 'tis a charmino; sound !

Harmonious to the ear ! Heaven with the echo shall i-esound, And all the earth shall hear.

2 Grace first contrived a way

To save rebellious man ; And all the steps that grace display Which drew the wondrous plan.

3 Grace taught my roving feet

To tread the heavenly road ; And new supplies each hour I meet. While pressing on to God.

186 CHRISTIAN

4 Grace all the work shall crown, Through everlasting days : It lays in heaven the topmost stone, And well deserves the praise.

23-1. L. M 6 ]. Jacob wrestUng ivitli. the Angel. — Genesis xxxii.

1 Co:\rE, O tlion Traveller nnknown,

Whom still I hold, but cannot see ! My company before is gone.

And I am left alone with thee : With thee all night I mean to stay, And wrestle till the break of day.

2 I need not tell thee who I am,

My misery and sin declare ; Thyself hath call'd me by my name :

Look on thy hands, and read it there. But who, I ask thee, who art thou '( Tell me thy name, and tell me now.

3 In vain thou struofoflest to eret free,

I never will nnloose my hold ; Art thou the Man that died for me ?

The secret of thy love nnfold : Wrestling, I will not lot thee go. Till I tliy name, thy nature know.

235. L. M. 6 1.

TJie same.

1 My prayer hath power witli God ; the grace Uiis])eakable 1 now receive ;

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Througli faith, I see thee face to face ;

I see thee face to face, and live ! In vain I have not wept and strove ; Thy nature and thy name is Love.

2 I know thee, Saviour, who thou art —

Jesus, the feeble sinner's Friend : Nor wilt thou with the night depart,

But stay and love me to the end : Thy mercies never shall remove ; Thy nature and thy name is Love.

3 The Sun of Righteousness on me

Hath risen, with healing in his wings ; Wither'd my nature's strength, from thee

My soul its life and succor brings : My help is all laid up alcove ; Thy nature and thy name is Love.

236. L. M. 6 1.

1 Thou hidden Source of calm repose.

Thou all-sufficient Love Divine ; My help and refuge from my foes.

Secure I am, if thou art mine ! And lo ! fi'om sin, and grief, and shame, I hide me, Jesus, in thy name.

2 Jesus, my all in all thou art —

My rest in toil, my ease in pain, The healing of my broken heart ;

In strife, my peace — in loss, my gain ; Thee, in each grief, my joy I call — My life in death, my all in all !

188 CHRISTIAN

237. 6s, 8s, and 4s.

1 The God of Abrali'm praise,

Who reigns enthroned above ; Ancient of everlasting days,

And God of love : Jehovah, Great I AM,

By earth and heaven confess'd ; I bow and bless the sacred Name —

Forever l;)less'd.

2 The God of Abrah'm praise.

At whose supreme command From earth I rise, and seek the joys

At his right hand : I all on earth forsake —

Its wisdom, firae, and power ; And him my only portion make,

My shield and tower.

8 lie by himself hath sworn,

I on his oath depend ; I shall, on angel-wings upborne.

To heaven ascend : I shall behold his face —

I shall his power adore. And sing the wonders of his grace

For evermore.

4 The God who reigns on high The gi-eat archangels sing; And, " Holy, holy, holy," cry, "Almighty King!

FAITH AND LOVE, 189

Who was, and is the same,

And evermore shall be: Jeliovah, Father, Great I AM,

We "worship thee."

The whole triumphant host

Give thanks to God on high ; " Hail, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost !"

Thej^ ever cry : Hail, Abrah'm's God and mine !

I join the heavenly lays : All might and majesty are thine.

And endless praise.

238.

'is.

Grateful notes and numbers bring. While Jehovah's praise we sing ; Holy, holy, holy Lord, Be thy glorious Name ador'd !

Men on earth, and saints above, Sing the great Redeemer's love : Lord, thy mercies never fail ; Hail, Celestial Goodness, hail !

Though unworthy of thine ear, Yet our hallelujahs hear; Purer praise we hope to bring, When around thy throne we sing.

While on earth ordained to stay, Guide our footsteps in thy way ; Then on high we'll joyful raise Songs of everlasting praise.

190 CHRISTIAISr

5 Lord, tliy mercies never fail ; Plail, Celestial Groodness, hail ! Holy, boly, holy Lord, Be thy glorious Name ador'd !

239. 7s.

1 Lord of earth ! thy forming hand Well this beauteous frame hath plann'd,- Woods that wave, and hills that tower, Ocean rolling in his power:

Yet, amid this scene so fair. Should I cease thy smile to share, What were all its joys to me ? Whom have T on earth but thee ?

2 Lord of heaven ! beyond our sight Shines a world of purer light ; There in love's unclouded reign Parted hands shall meet again : Oh that world is passing fair ! Yet, if thou wert absent there, What were all its joys to me ? Whom have I in heaven but thee ^

3 I was lost — thy accents mild lL)meward lured thy wandering child ; I was blind — thy healhig i-ay Charm'd the long eclipse away :

Oh, if once thy smile divine Ceased upon my soul to shine, What were earth or heaven to me? Whom have I in each but thee ?

FAITH AND LOVE. 191

240. L. M.

Psalra Ixiii.

1 O God ! thou art my God alone :

Early to thee my soul shall cry — A pilgrim in a land unknown,

A thirsty land, whose springs are dry.

2 Oh that it were as it hath been,

When, praying in the holy place. Thy power and glory I have seen,

And marked the footsteps of thy grace !

3 Yet, through this rough and thorny maze,

I follow hard on thee, my God : Thy hand unseen upholds my ways ; I safely tread where thou hast trod.

4 Thee, in the watches of the night,

When I remember on my bed. Thy presence makes the darkness light ; Thy guardian wings are round iny head.

5 Better than life itself thy love.

Dearer than all Ijeside to me ; For whom have I in heaven above,

Or what on earth, compared with thee ?

241. c. M.

1 Lord ! I believe ; thy power I own, Thy word I would obey : I wander comfortless and lone, When from thy truth I stray.

192 CHRISTIAN

2 Lord ! I Tjelleve ; but gloomy fears

Sometimes bedim my sight : I look to thee with prayers and tears^, And cry for strength and light.

3 Lord ! I believe ; but oft, I know,

My fjiith is cold and weak : My weakness strengthen, and bestow The confidence I seek.

4 Yes ! I believe ; and only thou

Canst give my soul relief: Lord ! to thy truth my spirit bow ; " Help thou mine unbelief !"

PENITENCE, DESIRE, AND PRAYER.

242. L. M. 6 1.

In darkness willingly I stray'd

I sought thee, yet from thee I roved :

For wide my wand'ring thoughts were spread, Thy creatures more than thee I loved ;

And now, if more, at length, I see,

'Tis through thy light, and comes from thee.

I tliank thee, Uncreated Sun !

That thy ])right beams on me have shin'd ; I thank thee, who hast overthrown

My foes, and heal'd my wounded mind ; I thank thee, whose enliv'jiing voice Bids my freed heart in thee rejoice.

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3 Give to mine eyes refreshing tears ;

Give to my heart pure, hallo w'd fires ; Give to my soul, with filial fears.

The love that all heaven's host inspires : That all my powers, with all their might, In thy sole glory may unite.

243. L. M.

1 Oh turn, great Ruler of the skies ! Turn from my sin thy searching eyes ; Nor let th' offences of my hand. Within thy book recorded stand.

2 Give me a will to thine subduVl, A conscience pure, a soul renewVl ; Nor let me, wrapt in endless gloom, An outcast from thy presence roam.

3 Oh let thy Spirit to my heart

Once more his quick'niug aid impart ;

My mind from every fear release.

And sooth my troubled thoughts to peace !

244. 7s.

1 Could my heart so hard remain.

Prayer a task and burden prove, Every trifle give me pain. If I knew a Saviour's love ?

2 When I turn mine eyes within,

O how dark, and vain, and wild ! Prone to unbelief and sin.

Can I deem myself thy child ? 9

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3 Yet I mouru my stubborn will,

Find my sin a grief and thrall : Should I grieve for what I feel, If I did not love at all ?

4 Could I love thy saints to meet.

Choose the ways I once abhorr'd : Find at times the promise sweet. If I did not love thee, Lord ?

5 Saviour ! let me love thee more,

If I love at all, I pray : If I have not loved before. Help me to begin to-day.

24:5. c. M.

1 Sweet was the time when first I felt

The Saviour's pard'ning blood, Applied to cleanse my soul from guilt, And brings me home to God.

2 Soon as the morn the light reveal'd,

His praises tun'd my tongue ; And when the ev'ning shades prevail'd. His love was all my song.

3 In pi'ayer my soul drew near the Lord,

And saw his glory shine ; And when I read his holy word, I call'd each promise mine.

4 But now, when ev'ning shade prevails,

My soul in darkness mourns : And when the morn the light reveals, No light to me returns.

PENITEISrCE. 195

Rise, Lord, and help me to prevail — O make my soul thy care !

I know thy mercy cannot fail — ■ Let me that mercy share.

246 7s.

1 O HOW kindly did our Lord

On the wounded spirit pour Balm in that benignant word, " Go in peace, and sin no more !"

2 " Sin no more, thou art forgiven ;"

Blest assurance, thought divine ! Holy Messenger of heaven.

Make that blest assurance mine !

3 Saviour, may thy hallow'd sway

Rule ray earthly being o'er : Let me thro' life's erring way " Go in peace, and sin no more !"

247. C. M.

1 Oh ! for a closer walk with God, —

A calm and heavenly frame ;

And light to shine upon the road.

That leads me to the Lamb !

2 Where is the blessedness I knew,

When first I saw the Lord ?^ Whei-e is the soul-refreshing view Of Jesus, and his word?

196 CHKISTIAN

3 What peaceful hours I once en joy 'd !

How sweet their mem'ry still ! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.

4 Return, O holy Dove ! return,

Sweet messenger of rest ; I liate the sins that made thee mourn, And drove thee from my breast.

5 The dearest idol I have known,

Whate'er that idol be ; Help me to tear it from thy tlirone. And worship only thee.

6 So shall my walk be close with God,

Calm and serene my frame ; And purer light shall mark the I'oad That leads me to the Lamb.

248. L. M.

1 On from the world's vile slavery. Almighty Saviour, set me free ! And as my treasure is above.

Be there my tlioughts and thei'e my love.

2 But oft, alas ! too well I know,

My thoughts, my love, are fixed below :

In every lifeless prayer I find

The heart unmoved, the absent mind.

3 Oh ! what tliat frozen heart can move, Whicli melts not at a Saviour's love ? What can tliat sluggish spirit raise. Which will not give the Sayiour praise ?

DESIRE. 197

4 Lord ! draw my best aifectious hence, Above this world of sin and sense : Cause them to soar beyond the skies, And rest not, till to thee they rise.

219. L. M.

1 O THAT my heart were right with thee,

And loved thee with a perfect love !

0 that my Lord would dwell in me, And never from my soul remove !

2 Father ! I dwell in mournful night, /

Until thou in my heart appear : Arise, propitious Sun, and light An everlasting morning there !

3 O let my prayer acceptance find,

And bring the mighty l^lessing down ! Eyesight impart, for I am blind ; And seal me thine adopted son.

250. L. M. 6 1.

1 Tiiou hidden Love of God, whose height.

Whose depth unfathomed, no man knows !

1 see from far thy beauteous light ;

Inly I sigh for thy repose : My heart is pained, nor can it be At rest, till it find rest in thee !

2 Is there a thing beneath the sun.

That strives with thee my heart to share ? Ah ! tear it thence, and reign alone. The Lord of every motion there :

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Then shall my heart from earth be free, When it has found repose in thee !

251. 8s and 7s.

1 Love divine, all love excelling —

Joy of heaven, to earth come down ! Fix in ns thy humble dwelling,

All thy faithful mercies crown : Jesus ! thou art all compassion,

Pure, unbounded love thou art: Visit us with thy salvation —

Enter every waiting heart.

2 Breathe, O breathe thy loving Spirit

Into every ti'oulded breast ! Let us all in thee inherit.

Let us find thy promised rest • Come, almighty to deliver,

Let us all thy life receive ! Speedily return, and never,

Never more thy temples leave !

3 Finish then thy new creation —

Pure, unspotted may we be : Let us see our whole salvation

Perfectly secured by thee ! Changed from glory into glory,

Till in heaven we take our place : Till we cast our crowns befoi'e thee,

Lost in wonder, love, and praise.

DESIEE. l!)9

252. C. M.

1 Oh for a heart to praise my God !

A heart from sin set free : A heart that's sprinkled with the blood So freely shed for me : —

2 A heart resi^ied, submissive, meek —

My great Redeemer's throne ; Where only Christ is heard to speak, Where Jesus reigns alone.

3 From thee that I no more may part —

No more thy goodness grieve — The filial awe, the soften'd heart, The tender conscience give.

253. S. M.

1 O God ! my strength, my hope.

On thee I cast my cai'e ; With humljle confidence look up.

And know thou hear'st my prayer : Give me on tliee to wait.

Till I can all things do ; On thee — Almighty to create.

Almighty to renew.

2 Give me a godly fear —

A quick, discerning eye That looks to thee when sin is near,

And sees the temj^ter fly : A spirit still prepared.

And arm'd with jealous care,

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Forever standing on its guard, And watching unto prayer.

3 Give me a lieart to pray,

To pray and never cease — Never to murmur at thy stay,

Or wish my sufferings less : This blessing, above all.

Always to pray, I want ; Out of the deep on thee to call,

And never, never faint.

4 Give me a true regard —

A single, steady aim. Unmoved by threatening or reward.

To thee and thy great Name : A jealous, just concern

For thine immortal praise ; A pure desire that all may learn

And glorify thy grace.

5 I. rest upon thy word —

The promise is for me ; My succor and salvation, Lord,

Shall surely come from thee : But let me still abide.

Nor fi-om my hope remove. Till thou my patient spirit guide

Into thy perfect love.

DESIRE. 201

254. C. M.

1 I]sr vain I trace creation o'er,

In search of solid rest ; The whole creation is too poor To make me truly blest.

2 Let earth and all her charms depart,

Unworthy of the mind: In God alone this restless heart Enduring bliss can find.

3 Thy favor, Lord, is all I want ;

Here would my s]")irit rest : O seal the rich, the boundless grant, And make me fully blest !

255. C. M.

Father ! whate'er of earthly bliss

Thy sovereign will denies, Accepted at thy throne of grace

Let this petition rise :

" Give me a calm, a thankful heart.

From eveiy murmur free ; The blessings of thy grace impart.

And make me live to thee.

"Let the sweet liope that I am thine,

My life and death attend ; Thy presence through my journey shine,

And crown my journey's end." 9*

202 CHRISTIAN

256. 8s and 7s.

1 Gently, Lord ! O gently lead us

Through this lowly vale of tears — Througfh the chan2:es thou'st decreed us,

Till our last great change appears : O refresh us with thy blessing —

O refresh us with thy grace ! May thy mercies, never ceasing.

Fit us for thy dwelling-place.

2 When temptation's darts assail us.

When in devious paths we stray, Let thy goodness never fail us —

Lead us in thy perfect way : In the hour of pain and anguish —

Lithe hour when death draws near, Suffer not our hearts to languish —

Suffer not onr souls to fear.

3 When this mortal life is ended.

Bid us in thine arms to rest, Till by angel bands attended. We awake among the blest :

0 refresh us with thy blessing — O refresh us with thy grace !

May thy mercies, never ceasing. Fit us for thy dwelling-place.

257. 8s, 7s, and 4.

1 Guide me, O thou great Jehovah ! Pilgrim through this barren land;

1 am weak, but thou art mighty,

E[old me with thy powerful hand :

PKAYER. 20^:

Bread of Heaven ! Feed me till I want no more.

Open, Lord ! the crystal fountain,

Whence the healing streams do flow —

Let the fiery, cloudy pillar

Lead me all my journey through :

Strong Deliverer ! Be thou still my strength and shield.

When I tread the verge of Jordan, Bid my anxious fears subside ;

Death of death ! and hell's Destruction ! Land me safe on Canaan's side :

Songs of praises I will ever ofive to thee.

258. C. M.

1 Far from the world, O Lord ! I flee, From strife and tumult far ;

From scenes where Satan wa^-es still His most successful war.

2 The calm retreat, the silent shade, With prayer and praise agree;

And seem hy thy sweet bounty made For those who follow thee.

3 There, if thy Spirit touch the soul. And grace her mean abode,

Oh, with what peace, and joy, and love, She communes with her God !

204 CHRISTIAN

259. C. M.

1 TiTERE is a state unknown, unseen,

Where parted souls must be ; And but a step may be between Tliat world of souls and mo.

2 I see no liglit, I liear no sound,

When midnight shades are spread ; Yet angels pitch their tents around, And guard my quiet bed.

3 The Saviour wliom I long have sought.

And would, but cannot see : And is he here ? O, w^ondrous thought ! And will he dwell with me ?

4 I ask not, with my mortal eye,

To view the vision bright ; I dare not see thee, lest I die. Yet, Lord, restore my sight.

5 Impart the faith that soars on high,

Beyond this earthly strife ; That holds sweet converse with the sky, And lives eternal life.

200. L. M.

Fro:\i every stormy wind that blows. From every swelling tide of woes. There is a calm, a sure retreat ; 'T is found beneath the mercy-seat.

PRAYER, 205

There is a place where Jesus sheds The oil of gladness on our heads — A place, than all besides, more sweet ; It is the blood-bought mercy-seat.

There is a scene where spirits blend. Where friend holds fellowship with friend ; Though sundered far, by faith they meet Around one common mercy-seat.

There, there on eagle wings we soar, And sense and sin molest no more. And heaven comes down our souls to greet, And glory crowns the mercy-seat.

Oh ! let my hand forget her skill, My tongue be silent, cold, and still. This throbbing heart forget to beat, If I forget the mercy-seat.

261. C. M.

1 Prayer is the soul's sincere desire

Uttered, or unexpressed ; The motion of a hidden fire That trembles in the breast.

2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh,

The falling of a tear ; The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near.

3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech.

That infant lips can try ; Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high.

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4 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice,

Returning from his ways ; While angels in their songs rejoice, And cry, " Behold, he prays !"

5 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath,

The Christian's native air ; His watchword at the gates of death ; Pie enters heaven with prayer.

6 The saints in prayer appear as one,

In word, and deed, and mind, While with the Father and the Son, Sweet fellowship they find.

Y O thou by whom we come to God, The life, the truth, the way ! The path of prayer thyself hast trod ; Lord, teach ns how to pray !

262. L. M.

1 What change within us one short hour

Spent in thy presence, Lord, can make ! The clouds no longer round us lower.

Thou from our hearts the gloom dost take.

2 We kneel, how weak ! we rise, how strong !

The future shines in sunlight clear ; Why should we do ourselves the wrong. To yield to unbelieving fear ?

3 Wliy are our souls oppress'd with care.

Why should we ever heartless be. Why troubled, when Avitli us is ])rayer. And joy, strength, courage are witli thee ?

COURAGE AND CONSTANCY. 207

COURAGE AND CONSTANCY.

263. L. M.

1 Awake, my soul ! lift up thine eyes ; See where thy foes against thee rise, In long array, a numerous host : Awake, my soul ! or thou art lost.

2 See where rebellious passions rage, And fierce desires and lusts engage : The meanest foe of all the train.

Has thousands and ten thousands slain.

3 Thou treadest on enchanted ground ; Perils and snares beset thee round ; Beware of all, guard every part, — But most the traitor in thy heart.

4 Put on the armor from above.

Of heavenly truth, and heavenly love ;

The terror and the charm repel,

And powers of earth and powers of hell.

. 264. L. M.

1 Jesus ! and shall it ever be,

A mortal man ashamed of thee ? Ashamed of thee whom angels praise. Whose glories shine through endless days ?

2 Ashamed of Jesus ! sooner far Let evening blush to own a star : He sheds the beams of light divine O'er this benighted soul of mine.

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3 Asliamed of Jesus ! tliat dear Friend Oil whom my hopes of heaven depend ! No ; when I blush, be this my shame, That I no more revere his name.

4 Ashamed of Jesus ! yes, I may. When I've no guilt to wash away ; No tear to wipe, no good to crave, No fear to quell, no soul to save.

5 Till then — nor is my boasting vain — Till then I boast a Saviour slain ! And O may this my glory be,

That Christ is not ashamed of me !

265. C. M.

1 In all my Lord's appointed ways

My journey I'll pursue ; " Hinder me not," ye muchdoved saints, For I must go with you.

2 Through floods and flames, if Jesus lead,

I'll follow where he goes ; " Hinder me not," shall l)e my cry, Thougli earth and hell oppose.

3 Through duty, and through trials, too,

I'll go at his command ; " Hinder me not," for I am bound To my Immanuel's land.

4 And when my Saviour calls me home,

My joyful cry shall be, " Hinder me not ;" come, welcome death, I'll gladly go witli thee.

COURAGE AND CONSTANCY. 209

266. C. M.

1 Awake, my soul ! stretch every nerve,

And press with vigor on ; A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown.

2 A cloud of witnesses around

Hold thee in full survey ; Forget the steps already trod, And onward urge thy way.

3 'Tis God's all-animatinof voice

That calls thee from on high ; 'Tis his own hand presents the prize To thine uplifted eye ; —

4 That prize, with peerless glories bright,

Which shall new lustre boast, When victors' wreaths and monarchs' gems Shall blend in common dust.

5 Blest Saviour! introduced by thee.

Have we our race begun ; And, crown'd with victory, at thy feet We'll lay our laurels down.

267. C. M.

1 Lo ! what a cloud of witnesses

Encompass us around ; Men once like us with suff'ring tried, But now with glory crown'd.

2 Behold a witness nobler still,

Who trod affliction's path.

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Jesus, the autJior, finisher, Rewarder of our faith :

3 He for the joy before him set,

And mov'd by pitying love, Endur'd the cross, despis'd the shame, And now he reigns above.

4 Thither, forgetting things behind.

Press we to God's right hand ; There, with the Saviour and his saints Triumphantly to stand.

268. C. M.

1 Rise, O my soul ! pursue the path

By ancient worthies trod ; Aspiring, view those holy men. Who liv'd and walk'd with God.

2 Though dead, they speak in reason's ear.

And in example live : Their faith, and hope, and mighty deeds, Still fresh instruction give.

3 'Twas thro' the Lamb's most precious blood,

They conquer'd ev'ry foe ; And to his pow'r and matchless grace, Their crowns of life they owe.

4 Lord, may I ever keep in view

The patterns thou hast given — And ne'er forsake the blessed road, That led them safe to heaven.

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269. S. M.

1 SoLDiEES of Christ ! arise,

And put your armor on, Strong in the strength which God supplies Through his eternal Son:

2 Strong in the Lord of Hosts,

And in his mighty power ; Who in the strength of Jesus trusts, Is more than conqueror.

3 Stand then in his great might,

With all his strength endued ; And take to arm you foi' the fight, The panoply of God :

4 Fi'om strength to strength go on,

Wrestle, and fight, and pray — Ti'ead all the powers of darkness down. And win the well-fought day.

270. S. M.

1 Soldiers of Christ ! arise,

The God of armies calls Unto his mansions in the skies — His everlastins: halls :

2 The angel host appears,

To welcome you to bliss ; Oh ! what is earth, its sighs and tears. Its joys, compai'ed to this !

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3 Cnisli'd is the liaiiglity foe —

His might, his glory gone ; But ye, with victory crowii'd, shall go To Christ's eternal throne.

4 Thei-e shall the conqueror rest.

And in that bright abode Forever reign amid the blest. Triumphant with his God.

OBEDIENCE AND CHAEITY.

271. L. M.

Psalm xxi\'.

The earth, thou Majesty Divine — Its fields, its floods, its stores are thine : Thine is the world, and thine the race Whose dwellings fill its ample space.

But who shall e'er ascend the hill, G reat God ! w^hich all thy glories fill ? Who, in thy temple's hallow'd dome. Secure his everlasting home ?

Whose hands are clean, whose heart sincere — Whose purpose pure, whose actions clear — AVhose soul no vanity allures. And truth his plighted vow secures.

This man the blessing shall receive — The Idessing which the Lord will give : Salvation from his God shall flow. And righteousness his hand bestow.

OBEDIENCE.

213

5 These are the men, the chosen seed, Like Jacob, wresthng as they plead : They seek, my God ! they seek thy fiice, And wait and find the ])romis'd grace.

272. 7s.

1 Who, O Lord ! when life is o'er, Shall to heaven's blest mansion soar ? Who, an ever-welcome guest.

In thy holy place shall rest ?

2 He whose heart thy love has warm'd : He whose will, to thine conform'd. Bids his life unsullied run :

He whose words and thoughts are one.

3 He who shuns the sinner's road, Loving those who love their God ; Who, with hope and faith unfeign'd. Treads the path by thee ordain'd :

4 He who trusts in Christ alone, Not in aught himself has done ; He, great "God! shall be thy care, And thy choicest blessing share.

273. 7s.

1 Wide, ye heavenly gates unfold, ^ Clos'd no more by death and sin : Lo ! the conqu'ring Lord behold !

Let the King of glory in. ^ Hark ! th' angelic host inquire,

"Who is he, th' Almighty King^'

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Hark ao-aiu ! the answerinsr clioir Thus in strains of triumph sing :

2 He, whose powerful arm alone,

On his foes destruction hurled : He, who hath the victory won ;

He, who saved a ruined world : — He, who God's pure law fulfilled,

Jesus, the incarnate Word : He, whose truth with blood was sealed ;

He is heaven's all-glorious Lord.

3 Who shall to this blest abode

Follow in the Saviour's train ? They, who in his cleansing blood

Wash away each guilty stain : They, whose daily actions prove

Steadfast faith, and holy fear, Fervent zeal, and grateful love ; —

They shall dwell forever here.

274. L. M.

1 Not he, whose baseless hope relies On modes and forms that men devise ; Who merely calls the Saviour, Lord, But heeds not to perform his word :

2 Not he shall tread the courts al)ove. The bright abodes of joy and love ; But he whose prompt obedience shows His wish to practise what he knows :

3 Whose heart enlarg'd, bids him embrace, As brethren, all the human race ;

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Who for his friends with ardor glows, And pities and forgives his foes.

4 This is the man whose head shall rise, With glory crown'd, above the skies : Him shall the Lord in judgment own. And place by his eternal throne.

275. L. M.

1 Cor. xiii.

1 To us, to every human heart, Father of lights, these gifts impart : Faith, hope, and charity — these three ; Yet is the greatest, charity.

2 The mornino^ star is lost in liofht, Faith vanishes at perfect sight : The rainbow passes with the storm, And hope, with sorrow's fading form :

3 But charity, sei*ene, su1:)lime, Beyond the range of death and time ; Like the blue sky's all-bounding space, Holds heaven and earth in its embrace.

276. lOs. 8 1.

When constant Faith and holy Hope shall die. One lost in certainty and one in joy, Then thou, more happy power, fair Charity ! Triumphant sister, greatest of the three. Thy office and thy nature, still the same. Lasting thy lamp, and unconsum'd thy flame, Shalt stand before the host of heaven contest, Forever blessing and forever blest.

216 CHRISTIAN

277. L. M.

1 O Chaeitt ! who, from alcove,

Gomest to dwell a pilgrim here ; Thy voice, thy smile, speak heav'iily love, And pity's soul is in thy tear.

2 Hope and her sister, Faith, were given

But as our guides to yonder sky : Soon as they reach the verge of heaven, There, lost in perfect bliss, they die.

3 But long as Love, Almighty Love,

Shall on his throne of thrones abide, Thou, Charity, shalt dwell above. Smiling forever by his side !

278. 7s.

1 LoED, what off 'ring shall we bring.

At thine altars when we bow ? Hearts, the pure unsullied spring.

Whence the kind affections flow : Soft compassion's feeling soul,

By the melting eye express'd ; Sympathy, at whose control

Sorrow leaves the wounded breast ;

2 Willing hands to lead the blind.

Bind the wounded, feed the poor ; Love, embracing all our kind ;

Charity, with liberal store : Teach us, O thou Heavenly King !

Thus to show our grateful mind: Thus th' accepted off'iing bring.

Love to thee and all mankind.

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279. L. M.

^latt. XXV.

A POOE, wayfaring man of grief

Hath often cro.ss'd nie on my way, Who sued so humbly for relief,

That I could never answer " Nay." I had not power to ask his name, Whither he went, or whence he came ; Yet was there something in his eye That won my love, I knew not why.

Once, when my scanty meal was spread,

He enter' d — not a word he spake — • Just perishing for want of bread.

I gave him all : he bless'd it, brake. And ate ; but gave me part again : Mine was an angel's portion then ; For while I fed with eager haste. That crust was manna to my taste.

I spied him where a fountain burst

Clear from the rock : his stren^-th was c:one : The heedless water mock'd his thirst :

He heard it, saw it hurrying on. I ran to raise the sufferer up — Thrice from the stream he drain'd my cup — Dipp'd, and return'd it running o'er : I drank, and never thirsted more.

'Twas night ; the floods were out ; it blew

A winter hurricane aloof: I heard his voice abroad, and flew

To bid him welcome to my I'oof. 10

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I warinVl, I clotlied, I clieer'd my guest — Laid him on my own couch to rest: Then made the earth my bed, and seemVl In Eden's garden while I dream'd.

5 StrippVl, wounded, beaten nigh to death,

I found him by the highway -side : I rous'd his pulse, brought back his breath,

Revived his spirit, and supplied Wine, oil, refreshment : he was healed — I had myself a wound concealVl ; But from that hour forgot the smart. And peace bound up my broken heart.

6 In prison I saw him next, condemned

To meet a traitor's doom at morn : The tide of lying tongues I stemm'd.

And honor'd him 'mid shame and scorn. My friendship's utmost zeal to try, He asked if I for him would die : The flesh was weak, my blood ran chill ; But the free spirit cried, " I will !"

Y Then, in a moment, to my view

The stranger started from disguise : The tokens in his hands I knew,

My Saviour stood before. mine eyes ! He spake, and my poor name he named — " Of me thou hast not been ashamed : These deeds shall thy memorial l)e, — Fear not, thou didst them unto me."

CHARITY. 219

280. c. M.

1 Blest is the man whose softening heart

Feels all another's pain ; To whom the supplicating eye Was never raised in vain : —

2 Whose breast expands with gen'rous warmth

A stranger's woes to feel ; And bleeds in pity o'er the wound He wants the power to heal.

3 He spreads his kind, supporting arms

To every child of grief: His secret bounty largely flows, And brings unasked relief.

4 To gentle oflices of love *

His feet are never slow : He views, through mercy's melting eye, A brother in a foe.

5 Peace from the bosom of his God,

The Saviour's grace shall give ; And when he kneels before the throne. His trembling soul shall live.

220 CnRISTIAN

MUTUAL AFFECTIOISr.

281. lOs.

1 Eestore, O Father ! to our times restore The peace which tilled thine iufimt Church

of yore : Ere lust of power had sown the seeds of strife, And quench'd the new-born charities of life.

2 O never more may different judgments part From kindly sympathy a brother's heart ! But link'd in one, believing thousands kneel. And share with each the sacred joy they feel,

3 From soul to soul, quick as the sunl)eam's ray, Let concord sj^read one universal day ; And fiiith l)y love lead all mankind to thee, Parent of peace and Fount of harmony.

282. C. M.

1 How sweet, how heavenly, is the sight.

When those who love the Lord, Li one another's peace delight. And so fulfill his word ; —

2 When each can feel his brother's sigh,

And with him bear a part ; When sorrows flow from eye to eye, And joy from heart to heart; —

3 When, free fi'om envy, scorn and pride.

Our wishes all above,

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Eacli can his brother's failings hide, And show a brother's love.

4 Let love, in one delightful stream.

Through every bosom flow ; And union sweet, and dear esteem. In every action glow.

5 Love is the golden chain that binds

The happy souls above ; And he's an heir of heaven, who finds His bosom glow with love.

283. s. M.

1 Blest be the tie that binds

Our hearts in Christian love : The fellowship of kindred minds Is like to that above.

2 Before our Father's throne

We pour united prayers : Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, Our comforts and our cares.

3 We share our mutual woes,

Our mutual burdens bear ; And often for each other flows The sympathizing tear.

4 When we at death must part.

How keen, how deep the pain ; But we shall still be join'd in heart, And hope to meet again !

222 CHRISTIAN

5 From sorrow, toil, and pain. And sin, we sliall be free ; And perfect love and friendship) reign Tlirougli all eternity.

284. L. M.

1 How blest tlie sacred tie that l~>inds In union sweet, according minds !

How swift the heavenly course they run, Whose hearts, and faith, and hopes are one !

2 To each, the soul of each how dear ! What faithful love, what holy fear ! How doth the gen'rous flame within Kefine from earth, and cleanse from sin !

3 Their streaming eyes together flow For human guilt and mortal woe : Their ardent prayers together rise. Like mingling flames in sacrifice.

4 Together oft they seek the place Where God reveals his awful face :

How high, how strong their raptures swell. There's none but kindred souls can tell !

5 Nor shall the glowing flame expire When dimly burns frail nature's fire : Soon shall they meet in realms above, A heaven of joy, a heaven of love.

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285. c. M.

1 Let saints below in concert sing

With tliose to glory gone : For all the servants of our King, In earth and heaven, are one.

2 One family — we dwell in hini —

One church above, beneath, Though now divided by the stream — The narrow stream of death ;

3 One army of the living God,

To his command we bow : Part of the host have crossed the flood, And part are crossing now.

4 Ev'n now to their eternal home

Some happy spirits fly ; And we are to the margin come, And soon we too shall die.

5 Ev'n now, by faith, we join our hands

With those that went before ; And greet the ransomVl blessed bands Upon th' eternal shore.

6 Lord Jesus ! be our constant guide ;

And, when the word is given. Bid death's cold flood its waves divide. And land ns safe in heaven.

224: CHRISTIAN

JOY AND PEACE.

286. L. M.

1 Keligion's yoke is soft and light ;

She bids each guilty passion cease ; Kemorse and anguish take their flight, And all her j)aths are paths of peace.

2 Beyond the narrow vale of time,

Where bright celestial ages roll, To scenes eternal, scenes sublime,

She points the way, and leads the soul.

3 At her approach the grave appears

The gate of paradise restored : Her voice the watching cherub hears, And drops his double flaming sword.

4 Baptized with her renewing fire,

May we the crown of glory gain ! Bise, when the hosts of heaven expire, And reign with God, forever reign.

287. C. M.

1 O, TiAPPY is the man who hears

Belio-ion's warnincr voice, And who celestial wisdom makes His early, only choice!

2 For she has treasures greater far

Than east or west enfold ; More precious are her bright rewards Than gems, or stores of gold.

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Her right hand offers to the just

Immortal, liappy days ; Her left, imperishable wealth

And heavenly crowns displays.

And, as her holy labors rise,

So her rewards increase : Her ways are ways of pleasantness,

And all her paths are peace.

288. C. M.

How deep and tranquil is the joy Which thou hast kindly given

To those who seek thy presence, Lord, And tread the path to heaven !

'Tis in the silence of the shade

My sober thoughts begin. And earth's illusive charms appear

But vanity and sin.

'Tis here the troubled springs of life

Are calmed to sweetest rest : The stillness of this hour expels

The tumult of my breast.

Far, far above all mortal things,

I walk with God alone ; And while he names celestial joys,

I call them all my own.

Then let the noisy world pursue

The trifles of a day, — Mine be the silent, secret joys

That never fade away, 10*

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289. L. M.

(A. D. 1590-1640.)

1 How happy is lie born and taught

Who serveth not another's will ; Whose armor is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill !

2 Whose passions not his masters are,

Whose soul is still prepar'd for death ; Untied to this vain world by care Of public fame or private breath.

3 Who hath his life from rumors freed,

Whose conscience is his strong retreat ; Whose state can neither flatterers feed, Nor ruin make oppressors great.

4 Who God doth late and early pray

More of his grace than gifts to lend.

Whose suppliant tho'ts the tribute pay

Of one who feels his God his friend.

5 This man is freed from servile bands

Of hope to rise, or fear to foil : Lord of himself, though not of lands ; And having nothing, yet hath all.

290. C. M.

1 TiiPviCE happy souls who, born of heaven While yet they sojourn here, IIuml)ly begin their days with God, And spend them in his fear.

JOY AND PEACE. 227

2 Mid hourly cares, may love present

Its incense to thy throne ; And, while the world onr hands employs, Our hearts be thine alone !

3 When to laborious duties call'd.

Or by temptations tried. We'll seek the shelter of thy wings. And in thy strength confide.

4 As different scenes of life arise.

Our grateful hearts would be With thee — amid the social band. In solitude with thee.

5 In solid, pure delights like these.

Let all my days be past ; Nor shall I then impatient wish, Nor shall I fear the last.

291. C. H. M.

1 As much have I of worldly good

As e'ei' my Master had ; I diet on as dainty food.

And am as richly clad, Tho' plain my garb, tho' scant my board. As Mary's Son and nature's Lord.

2 The manger was his infant bed.

His home the mountain-cave ; He had not where to lay his head,

He borrow^'d ev'n his grave : Earth yielded him no resting-spot — Her Maker — but she knew him not.

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3 As mucli the world's good-will I sliare,

Its favors and applause, As He whose blessed name I bear,

Hated without a cause : Despis'd, rejected, niock'd by pi'ide; Betray'd, forsaken, crucified.

4 Why should I court my Master's foe ?

Why should I fear its frown ? Why should I seek for rest below,

Or sigh for brief renown ? A pilgrim to a better land — An heir of joy at God's right hand.

292. L. M.

[Seventeenth Centura/.)

1 HeavejST is my roof, earth is my floor —

Thy love can keep me dry and warm : Christ and thy bounty are my store ; Thy angels guard me from all harm.

2 Must I forsake the soil and air

Where first I drew my vital l)reath ? That way may be as near and fair

Whence I may come to thee b.y death.

3 All countries are my Father's lands —

Thy sun, thy love, dotli shine on dl : W^e may in all lift up jiure hands. And with acceptance on thee call.

4 What if in prison I must dwell —

May I not tliere converse with thee ?

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Save me from sin, thy wrath, and hell ; Call me thy child, and I am free.

5 No walls or bars can keep thee out ; None can confine a holy soul : The streets of heaven it walks about, None can its liberty control.

293. c. M.

1 O HAPPY soul, that lives on high

While men lie grovelling here ! His hopes are fix'd above the sky, And faith forbids his fear.

2 His conscience knows no secret stings.

While grace and joy combine To form a life whose holy springs Are hidden and divine.

3 He waits in secret on his God,

His God in secret sees ; Let earth be all in arms abroad, He dwells in heavenly peace.

294. c. P. M.

How happy is the pilgrim's lot — •

How free from anxious care and thought.

From worldly hope and fear ! Confined to neither court nor cell, His soul disdains on earth to dwell —

He only sojourns here.

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2 This happiness iu part is mine ; Already saved from low design,

From every creatnre-love : Blessed with the scorn of finite good- My soul is lightened of its load,

And seeks tlie things above.

3 There is my house and portion fair — My treasure and my heart are there,

And my abiding home : For me my elder brethren stay. And angels beckon me away.

And Jesus bids me come.

4 I come, thy servant. Lord ! replies — I come to meet thee in the skies.

And claim my heavenly rest : Soon will the pilgrim's journey end — Then, O my Saviour, Brother, Friend,

Receive me to thy breast !

295. C. P. M.

1 O Israel ! who is like to thee — A people saved and called to be

Peculiar to the Lord ! The promised land before thee lies : Go and possess the glorious prize —

Go, take the great reward.

2 In glory there the King appears : He wipes away his ])eo]^le's tears — ■

Bids all theii" trouble cease:

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By faith I see tlie heavenly shore, Where sin and sorrow are no more, And h^ug to reach the place.

Nor shall I always absent be From him my soul desires to see —

Within the realms of light ; For soon my Lord will rend the veil. And not a cloud shall then conceal

His glory from my sight.

296. 7s and Qs.

1 Rise, my soul ! and stretch thy wings,

Thy better portion trace ; Rise from transitory things,

Toward heaven, thy native place : Sun, and moon, and stars, decay ;

Time shall soon this earth remove : Rise, my soul ! and haste away

To seats prepared above.

2 Rivers to the ocean run,

Nor stay in all their course : Fire, ascending, seeks the sun ;

Both speed them to their source : So a soul that's born of God

Pants to view his glorious face ; Upward tends to his abode.

To rest in his embrace.

3 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn ;

Press onward to the prize :

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Soon our Saviour will return,

Triumphant in the skies : Yet a season, and you know

Happy entrance will be given; All our sorrows left below,

And earth exchanged for heaven.

297. 8s and Vs.

1 Jesus, I my cross have taken.

All to leave, and follow thee ; Naked, poor, despised, forsaken.

Thou, from hence, my all slialt be : Perish every fond ambition —

All I've sought, or hoped, or known ; Yet how rich is my condition !

God and heaven are still my own.

2 Soul, then know thy full salvation ;

Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care ; Joy to find in every station

Something still to do or bear : Think what Spirit dwells within thee ;

Think what Father's smiles are thine ; Think that Jesus died to win thee :

Child of heaven, canst thou repine ?

3 Haste thee on from grace to glory,

Armed by faith, and winged by prayer ; Heaven's eternal days before thee,

God's own hand shall guide thee there : Soon shall close thy earthly mission,

Soon shall ])ass thy ])ilgrim days ; Hope shall change to glad fruition,

Faith to sight, and prayer to ])raise.

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298. c. M.

1 SiiSTG, ye redeemed of the Lord,

Your great Deliv'rer sing ; Pilgrims, for Zion's city bound, Be joyful in your king.

2 See the fair way his hand has rais'd —

How holy, and how plain ! Nor shall the simplest trav'ler err, Nor ask the track in vain.

3 No ravening lion shall destroy.

Nor lurking serpent wound ; Pleasure and safety, peace and praise. Through all the path are found.

4 A hand Divine shall lead you on.

Through all the blissful road ; Till to the sacred mount you rise, And see your smiling God.

5 There, garlands of immortal joy

Shall bloom on every head ; While sorrow, sighing, and distress. Like shadows, all are fled.

6 March on in your Redeemer's strength.

Pursue his footsteps still ; And fix your eye, with joyful hope, On Zion's heavenly hill.

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299. L. M.

1 Not seldom, clad in radiant vest,

Deceitfully goes forth the morn ; Not seldom evening in the west Sinks sweetly, smilingly forsworn.

2 The smoothest seas will sometimes prove

To the confiding bark, nntrue ; And if she trust the stars above.

They can be false and treach'rous too.

3 The umbrageous oak, in pomp outspread,

Full oft, when storms the welkin rend. Draws lightnings down upon the head It promised surely to defend.

4 But Thou art true, incarnate Lord,

Who didst vouchsafe for man to die ! Thy smile is sure, Thy plighted word No change can break or falsify.

5 I bent before Thy gracious throne.

And ask'd for peace with suppliant knee ; And peace was given, — nor peace alone, But faith, and hope, and ecstasy !

300. C. M.

1 Joy is a fruit that will not grow

In nature's bari'en soil : All we can boast, till Christ we know, Is vanity and toil.

2 But where the Loi-d has planted grace.

And made his glories known,

JOY AND PEACE.

235

There fruits of heavenly joy and peace Are foimcl, and there alone.

3 A bleeding Saviour seen by faith,

A sense of pard'ning love, A hope that triumphs over death, Gives joys like those above.

4 To take a glimpse within the veil,

To know that God is mine — Are springs of joy that never fail. Unspeakable, divine !

5 These are the joys that satisfy.

And sanctify the mind ; "Which make the spirit mount on high. And leave the world behind.

301. Ys.

Blessed are the sons of God :

They are bought with Christ's own l)lood.

They are ransom'd from the grave ;

Life eternal they shall have :

With them number'cl may we be.

Here and in eternity.

They are justified by grace — They enjoy a solid peace ; All their sins are wash'd away — They shall stand in God's great day : With them number'd may we be. Here and in eternity.

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3 They are lights upon the earth — Children of a heavenly birth ; One with God, with Jesus one, Glory is in tliem begun : With them number'd may we bo, Here and in eternity.

CONSOLATIOK

302. 7s and 8s.

Datik the night — the sun will wake Beauteous on the dawning morrow ;

Gleams of mercy soon will break O'er the clouds of pain and sorrow :

Whom Christ loves liis arm can save.

From the fire, the sword, the wave !

Fear not, then, ye little flock !

Shall he love, and fail to cherish ? As a reed he rends the rock.

Ere one lov'd disciple perish ! Thine the promise — trust him still — His the means to work his will.

303. C. M.

Our pathway oft is wet with tears. Our sky with clouds o'ercast ;

Shall Avorldly cares and worldly fears Go with us to the last ?

CONSOLATION. 237

2 Not to the last ! God's word hath said,

Could we but read aright: O pilgrim ! lift in hope thy head, At eve it shall be liorht !

3 Though earth-born shadows now may shroud

Our toilsome path awhile, God's blessed word can part each cloud, And bid the sunshine smile.

4 If we but trust in living faith

His love and power divine. Then, though our sun may set in death. His light shall round us shine.

5 When temj)est clouds are dark on high,

His bow of love and praise Shines beauteous in the vaulted sky. Token that storms shall cease.

6 Then keep we on with hope unchill'd,

By faith and not by sight, And we shall own his word fulfill' d — At eve there shall be lig^ht !

304. C. M. 8 1.

1 Lift up thine eyes, afflicted soul !

From earth lift up thine eyes ; Though dark the ev'ning shadows roll.

And daylight beauty dies : One sun is set — a thousand more

Their rounds of glory run, Where science leads thee to explore

In ev'ry star a sun.

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2 Thus, when some long-lovVl comfort ends,

And nature would despair. Faith to the heaven of heavens ascends

And meets ten thousand there : First faint and small, then clear and bright,

They gladden all the gloom. As stars that seem but points of light

The rank of suns assume.

305. L. M.

1 Faint not, poor traveller, though thy way

Be rough, like that thy Saviour trod ; Though cold and stormy lower the day. This path of suffering leads to God.

2 Christian, thy Friend, thy Master prayed.

When dread and anguish shook his frame, . Then met his suff'rings undismay'd; Wilt thou not strive to do the same ?

3 O think'st thou that his Father's love

Shone round him then with fointer rays Than now, when, thronVl all height above, Unceasing voices hymn his praise?

4 Go, suiferer, calmly meet the woes

Which God's own mercy bids thee bear; Then, rising as thy Saviour rose. Go ! his eternal vict'ry share.

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306. L. M. 6 1.

1 O LET my trembling soul be still,

While darkness veils this mortal eye, And wait thy wise, thy holy will,

Wrapp'd yet in tears and mystery ; I cannot. Lord, thy purpose see. But all is well, since rulVl b}^ thee.

2 Thus trusting in thy love, I tread

The narrow path of duty on ; What though some cherish'd joys are fled ?

What tho' some flatt'ring dreams are gone ? Yet purer, brighter joys remain : Why should my spirit then complain ?

307. S. M.

1 Your harps, ye trembling saints,

Down from the willows take ; Loud to the praise of love divine, Bid ev'ry string awake.

2 Though in a foreign land.

We are not far from home. And nearer to our house above We every moment come.

3 His grace will, to the end,

Stronger and brighter shine ; Nor present things, nor things to come. Shall quench the love divine.

4 When we in darkness walk,

Nor feel the heavenly flame ;

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Then is tlie time to trust our God, And rest upon his name.

5 Soon shall our doubts and fears

Subside, at his control ; His loviniy-kinduess shall break throuo^h The midnight of the soul,

6 Blest is the man, O God,

That stays himself on thee ; Who waits for thy salvation, Lord, Shall thy salvation see.

308. L. M. 6 1. (A. D. 1G53.)

1 Leave God to order all thy ways. And hope in him whate'er betide, Thou'lt find him in the evil days

Thy all-sufficient strength and guide ; Who trusts in God's unchanging love. Builds on the rock that nouijht can move.

•&'

2 Only thy restless heart keep still,

And wait in cheerful hope, — content To take whate'er his gracious will.

His all-discerning love, hath sent ; Doubt not our inmost wants are known To him who chose us for his own.

3 He knows when joyful hours are best,

He sends them as he sees it meet ; When thou hast l)orne the fiery test, And art made free from all deceit,

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lie comes to thee all unaware

And makes thee own his lo\dng care.

Nor in the heat of pain and strife,

Think God hath cast thee off unheard,

And that the man whose prosperous life Thou enviest, is of him preferr'd :

Time passes, and much change doth bring,

And sets a bound to every thing.

Sing, pray, and swerve not from his ways. But do thine own part faithfully,

Trust his rich promises of grace. So shall they be fuMll'd in thee ;

God never yet forsook at need

The soul that trusted him indeed.

309. S. M.

1 CoMivnT thou all thy griefs

And ways into His hands. To his sure truth and tender care, Who earth and heaven commands :

2 Who points the clouds their course,

Whom winds and seas obey — He shall direct thy wandering feet, He shall prej)are thy way.

3 Put thou thy trust in God,

In duty's path go on ; Fix on his word thy steadfast eye. So shall thy work be done :

4 No profit canst thou gain

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To liim commend tliy cause, liis ear Attends the softest prayer.

5 Give to the winds thy fears, Hope, and be undismayed ; God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears ; God shall lift up thy head.

310. c. M.

1 When languor and disease invade

This trembling house of clay, 'Tis sweet to look beyond my pains. And long to fly away.

2 Sweet to look inward, and attend

The whispers of his love ; Sweet to look upward to the j)lace Where Jesus pleads above.

3 Sweet on his faithfulness to rest,

Whose love can never end ; Sweet on his covenant of grace For all things to depend.

4 If such the sweetness of the streams.

What must the fountain be, Where saints and angels draw their bliss Immediately from thee ?

311. L. M.

Psalm iii.

1 The tempter to my soul hath said, — " There is no help in God for thee :" Lord, lift thou up thy servant's head ; My glory, shield, and solace be.

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2 Tlnis to the Lord I raised my cry ;

He heard me from his holy hill ; At his command the waves rolled 1 )y ; He beckoned, and the winds were still.

3 I laid me down and slept ; — I woke ;

Thou, Lord, my sjDirit didst sustain ; Bright from the east the morning broke, Thy comforts rose on me again.

4 I will not fear, though armed throngs

Compass my steps in all their wrath ; Salvation to the Lord belongs ;

His presence guards his people's path.

312. C. M.

1 When musing sorrow weeps the past,

And mourns the present pain, 'Tis sweet to tliink of peace at last, And feel that death is Q-sdn.

o

2 'Tis not that murmuring thoughts arise,

And dread a Father's will, 'Tis not that meek submission flies. And would not suffer still : — ■

3 It is that heaven-born faith surveys

The path to realms of light, And longs her eagle plumes to raise, And lose herself in sio^ht.

4 It is that hope with ardor glows.

To see Him face to face. Whose dying love no language knows Sufficient power to trace.

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5 It is that harassed conscience feels

The pangs of struggling sin ; And sees, though tar, the hand that heals, And ends the strife within.

6 O let me wing my hallowed flight

From ea]-th-]jorn woe and care, And soar above these clouds of night, My Saviour's bliss to share !

313. L. M.

1 Wait, O my soul, thy Maker's will, Tumultuous passions, all be still ; Nor let a murmuring thouglit arise ; His w^ays are just, his counsels wise.

2 lie in the thickest darkness dwells, Performs his work, the cause conceals ; And though his footsteps are unknown. Judgment and truth support his throne.

3 Then, O my soul, submissive w^ait. Prostrate before his awful seat ; And, 'mid the terrors of his rod. Trust in a wise and gracious God.

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Abide with me ! fast falls the eventide. The darkness deepens — Lord, with me abide ! Wlien other helpers fail, and comforts flee — Help of the hel])less, O abide with me !

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2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day— Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away ; Change and decay in all around I see —

O tliou who chaugest not, abide with me !

3 I need thy presence every passing hour : What but thy grace can foil the tempter's

power ? Who like thyself my guide and stay can be ? In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me !

315. L. M.

1 God of my life ! to thee I call ; Afflicted at thy feet I Ml ;

When the great water-floods prevail, Leave not my trembling heart to fail.

2 Friend of the friendless and the faint. Where should I lodge my deep complaint ? Where but with thee, whose open door Invites the helpless and the poor ?

3 Did ever mourner plead with thee, And thou refuse that mourner's plea ? Doth not the word still fixed remain. That none shall seek thy face in vain ?

4 That were a grief I could not bear. Didst thou not hear and answer prayer ; But a prayer-hearing, answering God Supports me under every load.

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316. C. M.

1 Dear Kefiige of my weary soul,

On thee, when sorrows rise — On thee, when waves of troul)le roll, My fainting hoj)e relies.

2 To thee I tell each rising grief.

For thou alone canst heal ; Thy word can bring a sweet relief For every pain I feel.

3 Hast thou not bid me seek thy face ?

And shall I seek in vain ? And can the ear of Sovereign Grace Be deaf when I complain ?

4 No : still the ear of Sovereign Grace

Attends the mourner's prayer ; Oh, may I ever find access To breathe my sorrows there !

5 Thy mercy-seat is open still ;

Here let my soul retreat — With humble hope attend thy will, And wait beneath thy feet.

317. a M.

1 O Lord, my best desire fulfil.

And help me to resign Life, health and comfort to thy will. And make thy pleasure mine.

2 Why should I shrink at thy command,

AVliose love forbids my fears i

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Or tremble at the gracious hand, That wipes away my tears?

3 No, let me rather freely yield

What most I prize, to thee, Who never hast a good withheld, Or wilt withhold from me.

4 Thy favor, all my journey through,

Thou art engag'd to grant ; What else I want, or think I do, 'Tis better still to want.

5 Wisdom and mercy guide my way :

Shall I resist them both ? A pool' blind creature of a day. And crush'd before the moth !

6 But, ah ! m}^ inward spirit cries,

Still bind me to thy sway ; Else the next cloud that veils my skies, Drives all these thoughts away.

318. L. M.

1 Be still, my heart ! these anxious cares To thee are burdens, thorns, and snares ; They cast dishonor on thy Lord,

And contradict his gracious word.

2 Brought safely by his hand thus far. Why wilt thou now give place to fear ? How canst thou want if he provide, Or lose tliy way with such a guide ?

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3 AVlien fii'st before liis mercy-seat, Thou didst to him thy all commit, He gave thee warrant from that hour, To trust his wisdom, love, and power.

4 Did ever troul)le yet befall. And he refuse to hear thy call ? And has he not his promise past. That thou shalt overcome at last ?

5 Though rough and thorny be the road. It leads thee home, apace, to God ; Then count thy present trials small. For lieaven will make amends for all.

319.

iS.

1 Iisr the hour when thoughts arise, Cloud the soul and dim the eyes. If I, tempted, as forgot, Murmur at my lowly lot,

Soon I l)id all doubt away — 'Tis His hand — what shall I say ?

2 In a land where Satan reigns, Weaving^ nets and fors^ins: chains — Where, wlio roam the fitted ground. Sink, in sin's embraces bound — Rescued, ere the tyrant slay, Though in fear — what shall I say ?

3 'Tis his hand that wields the rod, 'Tis the chast'ning of my God —

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And I hear bis voice of love Whisper from the realms above ; I bid hence all doubt away — ■ 'Tis his hand — what shall I say ?

320. L. M. 6 1.

Father, thy gentle chastisement Falls kindly on my burden'd soul ;

I see its merciful intent,

To warn me back to thy control ;

And pray, that while I feel the rod,

I may find perfect peace with God.

The errors of my heart I know ;

I feel my deep infirmities ; For often virtuous feelings glow.

And holy purposes arise ; But like the morning clouds, decay. As empty, though as fair as they.

Forgive the weakness I deplore. And let thy peace abound in me ;

That I may trust myself no more, But wholly cast myself on thee ;

O let my Father's strength be mine.

And my devoted life be thine !

321. 7s, or 8s and 7s. {^Twelfth Century.^

As the harp-strings only render

All their treasures of sweet sound —

All their music, glad or tender — Firmly struck and tightly bound ; 11*

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2 So tlie hearts of Christians owe

Each its deepest, sweetest strain To the pressure firm of woe, And the tension tight of pain.

3 Spices crush'd, their pungence yield,

'\ j Trodden scents, their sweets respire ;

y Wouhl you have its strength reveal'd, ' Cast the incense in the tire.

4 Thus the crush'd and broken frame

Oft doth sweetest graces yield : From the martyr's keenest flame Heav'nly incense is distill'd !

322. C. M.

(A. D. 1C81.)

1 LoKD, it belongs not to my care

Whether I die or live ; To love and serve thee is my share, And this thy grace must give.

2 If life be long, I will be glad

That I may long obey ; If short, yet why should I be sad To soar to endless day ?

3 Christ leads me through no darker rooms

Than he went through before ; For he that to God's kingdom comes, Must enter by this door.

4 Come, Lord, when grace has made me meet

Thy blessed face to see ; Foi' if thy work on earth be sweet. What will thy glory l)e !

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5 Then shall I end my sad complaints,

And weary, sinful days ; And join with the triumphant saints That sing Jehovah's praise.

6 My knowledge of that life is small ;

The eye of faith is dim ; But 'tis enough that Christ knows all. And I shall be with him.

323. C. M.

1 May I remember. Lord, to thee

Whate'er I have I ow^e ; And l)ack, in gratitude, from me. May all thy bounties flow.

2 And though thy wisdom takes away —

Shall I arraign thy will ? No, let me bless thy name, and say, " The Lord is gracious still."

3 A pilgrim through, the earth I roam,

Of nothing long possess'd ; And all must fail when I go home — For this is not my rest.

4 Write but my name upon the roll

Of thy redeem'd alcove ; Then, heart, and mind, and strength, and soul, I'll love thee for thy love.

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324. c. M.

1 My God ! tlie cov'nant of tliy love

Al)ides forever sure ; And ill its matcliless grace I feel My happiness secure.

2 Since thou, the everlasting God,

My Father art become, Jesus my guardian and my friend, And heaven my final home ;

3 I welcome all thy sov'reign will,

For all that will is love ; And when I know not what thou dost, I wait the light above.

4 Thy cov'nant in the darkest gloom

Shall heav'nly rays impart, And when my eyelids close in death. Sustain my fainting heart.

325. L. M.

TiiY will be done ! I will not fear The fate provided by thy love ;

Tho' clouds and darkness shroud me here, I know that all is bright above.

The stars of heaven are shining on,

Tho' these frail eyes are dimm'd with tears ;

The hopes of earth indeed are gone. But are not ours th' immortal years ?

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3 Father ! forgive the heart that clings,

Thus trembling, to the things of time ; And bid my soul, on angel wings, Ascend into a purer clime.

4 There shall no doubts disturb its trust,

No sorrows dim celestial love ; But these afflictions of the dust. Like shadows of the night, remove.

5 Ev'n now, above, there's radiant day.

While clouds and darkness brood below ; Then, Father, joyful on my way To drink the bitter cup I go.

326. C. M.

1 O THOU who driest the mourner's tear,

How dark this world would be, If, pierced by sins and sorrows here, We could not fly to thee.

2 But thou wilt heal that broken heart,

Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part. Breathes sweetness out of woe.

3 When joy no longer soothes or cheers.

And ev'n the hope that threw A moment's sparkle o'er our tears. Is dimm'd and vanish'd too :

4 Oh, who could bear life's stormy doom.

Did not thy wing of love Come brightly wafting through the gloom Our peace-branch from above ?

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5 Then sorrow, touch'd by tliee, grows bright With more than rapture's ray ; As darkness shows us worlds of light, We never saw by day.

327. L. M.

1 My God, I thank thee ! may no thought

E'er deem thy chastisement severe ;

But may this heart, by sorrow taught.

Calm each wild wish, each idle tear.

2 Thy mercy bids all nature bloom ;

The sun shines bright, and man is gay ; Thine equal mercy spreads the gloom That darkens o'er his little day.

3 Full many a tlirob of grief and pain

Thy frail and erring child must know ; But not one prayer is breath'd in vain. Nor does one tear unheeded flow.

4 Thy various messengers employ:

Thy purposes of love fuliill ; And, 'mid the wreck of human joy. May kneeling faith adore thy will !

328. C. M.

1 The broken ties of happier days,

How often do they seem To come before our mental gaze,

Like a remember'd dream ! Around us each dissever'd chain

In sparkling ruin lies.

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And earthly hand can ne'er again Unite those broken ties.

2 Oh, who, in such a worhl as this,

Couhl bear their k)t of pain. Did not one radiant hope of bliss

Unclouded yet remain ? That hope the sov'reign Lord has given,

Who reigns above the skies ; Hope, that unites our souls to heaven.

By faith's endearing ties.

3 Each care, each ill of mortal birth,

Is sent in pitying love To lift the ling'ring heart from earth,

And speed its flight above. And ev'ry pang that wrings the breast,

And ev'ry joy that dies, Tells us to seek a purer rest,

And trust to holier ties.

329. L. M.

1 On, deem not they are blest alone.

Whose lives a peaceful tenor keep ; For God, who pities man, hath shown A blessing for the eyes that weep.

2 The lio-ht of smiles shall fill ao-ain

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The lids that overflow with tears ; And weary hours of woe and pain Are promises of happier years.

3 There is a day of sunny rest

For ev'ry dark and troubled night ;

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And grief may bide an ev'ning guest, But joy sliall come with early light.

4 And thou, who o'er thy friend's low bier

Sheddest the Ijitter drops like rain, Ho|)e that a brighter, happier sphere, Will give him to thy arms again.

5 Nor let the good man's trust depart.

Though life its common gifts deny —

Though, with a pierc'd and brok(m heart,

And spurn'd of men, he goes to die.

6 For God has mark'd each sorrowing day,

And numl)er'd every seci'et tear : And heaven's long age of bliss shall pay For all his chiklren suffer here.

330. L. M.

1 I CAST aT)ove my tearful eyes, And muse up<m the stairy skies:

I think that He, who governs there, Still keeps me in his guardian care.

2 I gaze upon the op'ning flower.

Just moisten'd with the evening shower ; And bless the love which made it bloom, To chase away my transient gloom.

3 I think, whene'er this mortal frame Returns again from whence it came : My soul shall wing its hap])y flight To regions of eternal light !

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331. c. M.

1 There is a star that gilds the gloom,

When life's frail bands are riven ; There is, beyond the welcome tomb, The hope of bliss in heaven !

2 For you, who, all life's devious way,

Improve the mercy given ; — Foi- you shall glow, with brightest ray, The hope of bliss in heaven !

3 Ye who but raise the suppliant eye

In the Eedeemer's name ; To you his promis'd grace is nigh. And you this hope may claim.

4 Then, while on hfe's tempestuous sea

By adverse storms we'i-e driven ; May Faith and Hope exulting see The star of bliss in heaven !

332. L.M.

1 WiiEN heavy on this troubled breast,

O'erwhelm'd with burdens none could share, A thousand anxious cares have pressed, And sought to make their dwelling there :

2 I've borne the l)urden to His throne,

I've told Him all my tale of grief ; Nor did He e'er my claim disown. Or fail to yield me prompt relief.

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3 And soon these scenes of time sliall fade,

And all of life be past to me : '^\^Q liresent — death's funereal shade; The fatiire — all Eternity!

4 Eternity — that boundless sea —

That dark, nnfathomed, dread abyss — By faith in Christ, shall pi-ov-e to me One vast Eternity of bliss !

333. lOs.

1 TiiEEE is a calm the poor in spirit know, That softens sorrow, and that sweetens woe : There is a peace that dwells within the l)i"east, When all without is stormy and distressM.

2 There is a light that gilds the darkest houi-, When dangers thicken, and when tempests

lower : That calm, that peace, to love and faith are

given — That light shines down to man direct from

heaven.

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THE CHURCH AND ITS ORDINANCES.

334. c. M.

1 Iis^ the waste howling wilderness

The Church is wandering still : But yet her faithful children press Onward to Zion's hill.

2 And full before us, all the while,

The shadowing pillar stays. The living waters brightly smile, Th' eternal turrets blaze.

3 And heaven is raining angels' bread,

To be our daily food : And fi'esh, as when it first was shed, Springs forth the Saviour's blood.

4 From every region, race, and speech,

Believino- souls shall throns: : Till, far as sin and sorrow reach. Thy grace is spread along :

5 Till sweetest nature, brightest art,

Their votive incense bring ; And every voice and every heart. Shall own their God and Kins: !

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335. c. M.

1 On, where are kings and empires now, Of old that went and came ?

260 THE CHURCH.

But, Lord, thy Church is praying yet — A thousand years the same.

2 Mark ye her holy battlements;

And her foundations strong : And hear within, the solemn voice, And the unending song.

3 For not like kingdoms of the world

The holy Church of God : Though earthquake shocks are threat'ning her, And tempests are abroad —

4 Unshaken as eternal hills,

Unmovable she stands : A mountain that shall fill the earth — A house not made by hands.

336. C. M.

Fair as the moon, when in the skies Serene her thi'one she guides,

And o'er the twinkling stars supreme, In full-orl )V1 glory rides :

Clear as the sun, when from the east

Without a cloud he springs, And scatters l)()undless light and heat

From his resplendent wings :

Tremendous as a host that, moves

Majestically slow, Witli banners Avide displayed, all armed,

All ardent for the foe :

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4 Tliis is the Cliiircli by heaven array'd With strength and grace divine ; Thus shall she strike her foes with dread, And thus her glories shine.

337. C. M.

Psalm xlvi.

1 What though the solid rocks be rent, .

In tempests whirlVl away : What though the hills shall burst their roots. And roll into the sea :

2 Thou sea, with dreadful tumults, swell

And bid thy waters rise In furious surges, till they dash The flood-gates of the skies ;

3 Our minds shall be serene and calm.

Like Siloah's peaceful flood ; Whose soft and silver streams refresh The city of our God.

4 With wonder, see what mighty power

Our sacred Zion cheers ; Lo ! there amid her stately walls. Her God — her God appears !

5 Hither, ye numerous nations crowd,

In silent rapture stand, And see o'er all the earth display'd The wonders of his hand.

6 He bids the din of war be still.

And all its tumults cease ;

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He bids tlie guiltless trumpet sound The harmony of peace.

7 O, hear ye, then, his awful voice — " Be still, and know the Lord ; By all the heathen I'll be feared, By all the earth ador'd !"

338. 83 and 7s. Psalm Ixxxvii.

1 Glorious things of thee are spoken,

Zion, city of our God ! He whose word cannot be broken,

Form'd thee for his own abode : On the rock of ages founded —

AVhat can shake thy sure i-epose ? With salvation's walls surrounded.

Thou may'st smile at all thy foes.

2 See the streams of living waters,

Springing from eternal love, Well supply thy sons and daughters.

And all fear of want remove : Who can faint, while such a river

Ever flows, their thirst t' assuage ? Grace, which, like the Lord, the giver,

Never fails, from age to age.

3 Kound each habitation hovering,

See the cloud and fire appear ! For a glory and a coveiing,

Showing that the Lord is near :

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Glorious tilings of thee are spoken,

Zion, city of our God ! lie whose word cannot be broken,

Formed thee for his own abode.

339. 10s.

1 Rise, crown'd with light, imperial Salem, rise ! Exalt thy towering head, and lift thine eyes ; See heaven its sparkling portals wide disphiy, And break upon thee in a flood of day.

2 See a long race thy spacious courts adorn. See future sons, and daughters yet unborn, In crowding ranks on every side arise. Demanding life, impatient for the skies !

3 See barbai'ous nations at thy gates attend. Walk in thy light, and in thy temple bend ; See thy l^right altars throng'd with prostrate

kings. While ev'ry land its joyous tribute brings.

4 The seas shall waste, the skies in smoke decay. Hocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away: But fix'd his word, his saving power remains ; Thy realm shall last, thy own Messiah reigns.

340. s. M.

1 O CEASE, my wandering soul, On restless wing to roam ; All this wide world, to either pole, Has not for thee a home !

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2 Behold the ark of God ;

Behold the open door ; O haste to gain that dear abode, And rove, my soul, no more !

3 There safe thou shalt abide.

There sweet shall be thy rest ; And every longing satisfied. With full salvation blest !

341. 7s.

People of the living God,

I have sought the world around, Paths of sin and sorrow trod.

Peace and comfort nowhere found ; Now to you my spirit turns,

Turns, a fugitive unblest ; Brethren, where your altar burns,

O, receive me into rest !

Lonely, I no longer roam.

Like the cloud, the wind, the wave Where you dwell shall be my home.

Where you die shall be my grave : Mine the God whom you adore ;

Your Redeemer shall be mine ; Earth can fill my soul no more ;

Every idol I resign.

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342. c. M.

Psalm cxvi.

1 Eeturn, my soul, unto thy rest,

From God no longer roam ; His hand liath bountifully blest, His goodness call'd thee home.

2 What shall I render unto thee,

My Saviour in distress. For all thy benefits to me, So great and numberless ?

3 This will I do, for thy love's sake.

And thus thy power proclaim ; The sacramental cup I'll take. And call upon thy name.

4 Thou God of covenanted grace.

Hear and record my vow. While in thy courts I seek thy face, And at thine altar bow :

5 Henceforth to thee myself I give ;

With single heart and eye. To walk before thee while I live. And bless thee when I die.

343. c. M.

1 My God, accept my heart this day, And make it always thine, That I from thee no more may stray. No more from thee decline. 12

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2 Before the cross of Hira who died,

Behohi I prostrate fall :

Let every sin be crucified,

Let Christ be all in all.

3 Anoint me with thy heavenly grace.

Adopt me for thine own, That I may see thy glorious face, And worship at thy throne.

4 May the dear blood once shed for me,

My blest atonement prove.

That I from first to last may be

The purchase of thy love.

5 Let ev'ry thought, and work, and word.

To thee be ever given ; Then life shall be thy service. Lord, And death the gate of heaven.

344. L. M.

1 O HAPPY day, that fixVl my choice

On thee, my Saviour and my God ! Well may this glowing heart rejoice, And tell its raptures all abroad.

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.

Deign, gracious Lord, to make me thine Help me, thi-ough grace, to follow on. Glad to confess the voice divine.

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4 Now 1-est, my long-divided heart,

Fix'd on thy God, thy Saviour, rest ; Who with the world would grieve to part When call'd on angels' bread to feast 'i

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 dear.

345. s. M.

Psalm cxxxvii.

1 I LOVE thy kingdom, Lord,

The house of thine abode. The church our blest Redeemer saved With his own precious blood.

2 If e'er to l)less thy sons

My voice or hands deny. These hands let useful skill forsake, This voice in silence die.

3 For her my tears shall fall,

For her my prayers ascend ; To her my cares and toils be given. Till toils and cares shall end.

4 Beyond my highest joy

I prize her heavenly ways. Her sweet communion, solemn vows, Her hymns of love and praise.

5 Jesus, thou friend divine,

Our Saviour and our King,

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Thy hand from every snare and foe • Shall great deliverance bring.

6 Sure as thy truth shall last, To Zion shall be given The brightest glories earth can yield, And brighter bliss of heaven.

346. L. M.

1 The Saviour, when to heaven he rose In glorious triumph o'er our foes, Scatter'd his gifts on men below, And wide his royal bounties flow.

2 Hence sprung th' apostles' honor'd name. Sacred beyond heroic fame :

In lowlier forms, to bless our eyes, Pastors from hence, and teachers rise.

3 So shall the bright succession run Through the last courses of the sun ; While unborn churches, by their care. Shall rise and flourish, large and fair.

4 Jesus, our Lord, their hearts shall know, The spring whence all these blessings flow ; Pastors and people shout his praise. Through the long round of endless days.

347. c. M.

1 Let Zion's watchmen all awake. And take th' alarm they give ; Now let them from the mouth of God Their solemn charge receive.

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2 'Tis not a cause of small import,

The pastor's care demands ; But what might fill an angel's heart, And fill'd a Saviour's hands.

3 They watch for those for whom the Lord

Did heavenly bliss forego ; For souls, that must forever live In raj^ture, or in wo.

4 May they that Jesus whom they preach

Their own Redeemer see ! And watch thou daily o'er their souls. That they may watch for thee.

348. C. M.

1 See Israel's gentle Shepherd stand.

With all-engaging charms ; Hark, how he calls the tender lambs, And folds them in his arms.

2 " Permit them to approach," he cries,

" Nor scorn their humble name ; For 'twas to bless such souls as these, The Lord of angels came."

3 We bring them, Lord, in thankful hands,

And yield them up to thee ; Joyful that we ourselves are thine. Thine let our children be.

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349. L. M.

1 Dear Saviour, if these lambs should stray,

From thy secure enclosure's bound. And, lured by worldly joys away.

Among the thoughtless crowd be found-

2 Remember still that they are thine,

That thy dear sacred Name they bear, Think that the seal of love divine,

The sign of cov'nant grace they wear.

3 In all their erring, sinful years,

Oh, let them ne'er forgotten be ; Kemember all the pray'rs and tears. Which made them consecrate to thee.

4 And when these lips no more can pray,

Tliese eyes can weep for them no more, Turn thou their feet from folly's way, The wand'rers to thy fold restore.

350. CM.

1 If human kindness meets return,

And owns the grateful tie ; If tender thou2:hts wdthin us burn, To feel a friend is nigh :

2 O shall not warmer accents tell

The grgititude we owe To Him who died, our fears to quell, Our more than orphan's woe !

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3 While yet his anguish'd soul surveyed

Those pangs he would not flee ; What love his latest words displayed, — " Meet and remember me !"

4 Eemember thee ! thy death, thy shame,

Our sinful hearts to share ! O memory, leave no other name But his recorded there.

351. 9s and 8s.

1 Bread of the world, in mercy broken !

Wine of the soul, in mercy shed ; By whom the words of life were spoken. And in whose death our sins are dead !

2 Look on the heart by sorrow broken.

Look on the tears by sinners shed ! And be thy feast to us the token. That by thy grace our souls are fed.

352. C. M.

1 According to thy gracious word,

In meek humility. This will I do, my dying Lord, I will remember thee.

2 Thy body, broken for my sake.

My bread from heaven shall be ; Thy testamental cup I take. And thus remember thee.

3 Gethsemane can I forget ?

Or there thy conflict see,

272 THE CHUECH.

Thine agony and bloody sweat, And not remember thee ?

4 When to the cross I turn mine eyes,

And rest on Calvary, O Lamb of Grod, my sacrifice ! I must remember thee : —

5 Remember thee, and all thy pains,

And all thy love to me ; Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains. Will I remember thee.

6 And when these failing lips grow dumb,

And mind and memory flee, When thou shalt in thy kingdom come, Jesus, remember me.

353.

7s.

1 Sweet the moments, rich in blessing,

Which before the cross I spend, Life, and health, and peace possessing, From the sinner's dying Friend.

2 Truly blessed is this station.

Low before his cross to lie ;

While I see divine compassion

Beaming in his gracious eye.

3 Love and grief my heart dividing,

With my tears his feet I bathe ; Constant still in faith al)iding. Life deriving from his death.

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4 Here it is I find my heaven, While upon the cross I gaze : Love I much ? I'm much forgiven ; I'm a miracle of grace.

OOi. 7s and 6s. Trochaic.

1 Lamb of God ! whose bleeding love

We now recall to mind, Send the answer from above.

And let us mercy find ; Think on us, who think on thee.

Every burden'd soul release ; . O remember Calvary,

And bid us go in peace.

2 By thine agonizing pain.

And bloody sweat, we pray, By thy dying love to man.

Take all our sins away ; Burst our bonds and set us free.

From all sin do thou release ; O remember Calvary,

And bid us go in peace !

3 Let thy blood, by faith applied,

The sinner's pardon seal ; Own us freely justified.

And all our sickness heal ; By thy passion on the tree.

Let our griefs and troubles cease, O remember Calvary,

And bid us go in peace ! 12*

27-i DIFFUSION OF THE GOSPEL.

355. c. M.

1 To Him who loved the souls of men,

And washed us in his blood, To royal honors raised our head. And made us priests to God —

2 To Him let every tongue be praise,

And every heart be love ; All grateful honors paid on earth, And nobler songs above !

DIFFUSION OF THE GOSPEL.

356. 7s and 6s. Iambic. Psalm Ixxii.

1 Hail to the Lord's Anointed,

Great David's greater Son ! Hail, in the time appointed,

His reio;n on earth beorun ! He comes to break oppression,

To set the captive free ; To take away ti-ansgression.

And rule in equity.

2 He comes, with succor speedy,

To those who suiter wrong ; To help the poor and needy. And bid the weak be strons: ;

• • •

To give them songs for sighing. Their darkness turn to light.

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Whose souls, condemn'd and dying, Were precious in his sight.

3 He shall come down, like showers

Upon the fruitful earth ; And love, joy, hope, like flowers.

Spring in his path to birth ; Before him, on the mountains.

Shall peace the herald go ; And righteousness in fountains

From hill to valley flow.

4 Kings shall fiiU down before him.

And gold and incense bring ; All nations shall adore him,

His praise all people sing : For he shall have dominion

O'er river, sea, and shore. Far as the eagle's pinion

Or dove's light wing can soar.

5 For him shall prayer unceasing,

And daily vows ascend ; His kingdom still increasing,

A kingdom without end : The mountain-dews shall nourish

A seed in weakness sown. Whose fruit shall spread and flourish,

And shake like Lebanon.

6 O'er every foe victorious.

He on his throne shall rest, From age to age more glorious, All-blessing and all-blest :

276 DIFFUSION OF THE GOSPEL.

The tide of time shall never

His covenant remove

His name shall stand forever : That name to us is — Love.

357. c. M.

1 O'ee mountain tops, the mount of God,

In latter days, shall rise Above the summit of the hills, And draw the wondering eyes.

2 To this the joyful nations round.

All tribes and tongues, shall flow ; Up to the mount of God, they say, And to his house we'll go.

3 The beams that shine from Zion's hill

Shall lighten every land ; The king who reigns in Salem's towers, Shall the whole world command.

4 No war shall rage, no hostile feuds

Disturb those peaceful years ; To ploughshares men shall beat their swords, To pruning-hooks their spears.

5 No longer hosts encount'ring hosts

Their millions slain deplore ; They hang the trumpet in the hall, And study war no more.

6 Come, then, O come from every land,

And worship at his shrine ; And, walking in the light of God, With holy beauties shine !

DIFFUSION OF THE GOSPEL. 277

358. L.M. 61.

As tlie good sliepherd tends his care, Seeks freshest pasture, purest air, Explores the lost, the stray directs, By day o'ersees, hj night protects ; Thus shall mankind Thy care engage. Deliverer of the future age !

2 Nations no more 'gainst nations rise, Nor warriors meet with hateful eyes. Nor fields with steel are cover'd o'er ; The trumpets kindle rage no more ; Peace o'er the world her reign extends, And Innocence from heaven descends.

359. 8s, 7s and 4.

1 O'er the realms of pagan darkness

Let the eye of pity gaze ; See the thronging, wandering nations, Lost in sin's bewildering maze :

Darkness bi'oodnig On the face of all the earth.

2 Lio-ht of them that sit in darkness !

Rise and shine, thy blessings bring ; Light to lighten all the Gentiles ! Rise with healing in thy wing ;

To thy brightness Let all kings and nations come.

a Thou, to whom all power is given. Speak the word ; at thy command.

278 DIFFUSION OF THE GOSPEL.

Let tlie company of preachers

Spread thy name from land to laud ;

Lord, be with them, Always, till time's latest end.

360. 8s, 7s and 4.

1 See, from Zion's sacred mountain

Streams of living water flow ; God has opened there a fountain That supplies the world below :

They are blessed Who its sovereign virtues know.

2 Through ten thousand channels flowing,

Streams of mercy find their way ; Life, and health, and joy bestowing. Waking beauty from decay :

O ye nations. Hail the long-exj^ected day.

3 Gladdened by the flowing treasure,

All-enriching as it goes, Lo ! the desert smiles with pleasure, Buds and blossoms as the rose :

Lo ! the desert Sings for joy, where'er it flows.

361. C. M.

1 Spirit of power and might ! behold A world by sin destroyed : Creator Spirit, as of old. Move on the formless void.

DIFFUSION OF THE GOSPEL. 279

2 Give tliou the word : that healins^ sound

Shall quell the deadly strife, And eai'th again, like Eden crown'd, Bring forth the Tree of Life.

3 If sang the morning stars for joy,

When nature rose to view, What strains will angel-harps employ, When thou shalt all renew !

oi)Z. 7s and 6s. Iambic,

1 Feom Greenland's icy mountains,

From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains

Roll down their golden sand. From many an ancient river,

From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver

Their land from, error's chain.

2 What though the spicy breezes

Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle. Though ev'ry 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?

280 DIFFUSION OF THE GOSPEL.

Salvation ! O Salvation !

The joyful sound proclaim, Till earth's remotest nation

Has learned Messiah's name.

4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story.

And you, ye waters, roll. Till, like a sea of glory.

It spreads from pole to pole : Till o'er our ransomed nature.

The Lamb for sinners slain, — Redeemer ! King ! Creator ! —

In bliss returns to reii:i:n.

363. 8s, 7s and 4.

O'er the gloomy hills of darkness, Look, my soul, be still and gaze ;

All the promises do travail With a glorious day of grace :

Blessed jubilee ! — Let thy glorious morning dawn.

Kingdoms wide, that sit in darkness, Grant them, Lord, the glorious light:

And from eastern coast to western. May the morning chase the night;

And redem])tion, Freely purchased, win the day.

DIFFUSION OF THE GOSPEL. . 2S1

364. L. M.

1 O Spirit of the living God !

In all thy plenitude of grace, Where'er the foot of man hath trod, Descend on our apostate race.

2 Give tongues of fire and hearts of love.

To pi'each the reconciling Word : Give power and unction from above, Whene'er the joyful sound is heard.

3 Be darkness, at thy coming, light ;

Confusion, order, in thy path ; Souls without strength, inspire with might ; Bid mercy triumph over wrath.

4 Baptize the nations ! far and nigh

The triumphs of the Cross record : The name of Jesus glorify.

Till every kindred call him Lord !

5 God from eternity hath willed

All flesh shall his salvation see : So be the Father's love fulfilled, —

The Saviour's suff 'ring's crown'd thro' thee !

365. C. M.

Daughter of Zion ! from the dust

Exalt thy fallen head : Again in thy Redeemer trust ;

He calls thee from the dead!

282 . DIFFUSION OF THE GOSPEL.

2 Awake ! awake ! put on thy strength. Thy beautiful array : The day of freedom dawns at length — The Lord's appointed day.

0 Rebuild thy walls, tliy bounds enlarge —

And send thy heralds forth : Say to the south, " Give up thy charge — And keep not back, O north !"

4 They come, they come : thine exiled bands, Where'er they rest or roam. Have heard thy voice in distant lands. And hasten to their home.

366. L. M.

1 Why, on the bending willows hung,

Israel, still sleeps thy tuneful string ? — Still mute remains thy sullen tongue, And Zion's song denies to sing ?

2 Awake ! — thy sweetest raptures raise ;

Let harp and voice unite their strains : Thy promised King his sceptre sways ; Jesus, thine own Messiah, reigns !

3 No taunting foes the song require :

No strangers mock thy captive chain : But friends provoke the silent lyre. And brethren ask the holy strain.

4 Nor fear thy Salem's hills to wrong.

If other lands thy triumph share : A heavenly city claims thy song ; A ln'ii>:hter Salem rises there.

DIFFUSION OF THE GOSPEL. 283

5 By foreign streams no longer roam,

Nor, weeping, think of Jordan's flood : In every clime behold a home. In every temj^le see thy God.

367. lis.

1 Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness !

Awake ! for thy foes shall oj^jDress thee no

more : Bright o'er thy hills dawns the day-star of

gladness ; Arise ! for the night of thy sorrow is o'er !

2 Strong were thy foes, but the arm that sub-

dued them And scatter'd their legions was mightier far : They fled like the chaft' from the scourge that

j^ursued them ; Vain were their steeds and chariots of war.

3 Daughter of Zion, the power that hath saved

thee, Extoll'd with the harp and the timbrel

should be : Shout ! for the foe is destroy'd that enslav'd

thee ; The oppressor is vanquish'd, and Zion is

free !

284 DIFFUSION OF THE GOSPEL.

368. lis and 10s.

1 Hail to the brigbtness of Zion's glad morning ;

Joy to the hinds that in darkness have Liiii ; Hnsh'd be the accents of sorrow and mourning; Zion in triumph begins her mikl i-eign.

2 Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning,

Long by the prophets of Israel foretold ; Hail to the millions from bondage returning; Gentiles and Jews the blest vision behold.

3 Lo, in the desert rich flowers arc springing ;

Streams ever copious are gliding along ; Loud from the mountain-toj^s echoes are ringing ; Wastes rise in verdure, and mingle in song.

4 See from all lands, from the isles of the ocean.

Praise to Jehovah ascending on high ; Fall'n are the engines of war and commotion, Shouts of salvation are rending the sky.

369. 7s.

1 Hark ! the Song of Jubilee,

Loud — as mighty thunders' roar, Or the fulness of the sea.

When it breaks upon the shore.

2 Hallelujah ! hark ! tlie sound.

From the depths unto the skies, Wakes above, beneath, around, All creation's harmonies !

SPECIAL OCCASIONS. 285

3 See Jehovah's banner furled,

Sheathed his sword ! He speaks — 'tis done, And the kingdoms of this worhl Are the kingdom of his Son.

4 He shall reign from pole to pole

With illimitable sway : He shall reign, when, like a scroll, Yonder heavens have passed away !

5 Then the end — beneath his rod,

Man's last enemy shall fall : Hallelujah ! Christ in God, God in Christ, is All in All.

SPECIAL OCCASIONS. 370. L. M.

For Children.

1 SuN", moon, and stars, by day and night, At God's commandment, give us light. And when we wake, and while we sleep, Their watch, Hke guardian angels, keep.

2 The bright blue sky above our head. The soft green earth on which we tread. The ocean rolling round the land. Were made by God's almighty hand.

3 Sweet flowers, that hill and dale adorn. Fair fruit trees, fields of grass, and corn.

286 SPECIAL OCCASIONS.

The clouds tliat rise, the showers that fall, The wiiids that blow — God sends them all.

4 The beasts that graze with downward eye, The birds that perch, and sing, and fly, The fishes swimming in the sea,

God's creatures are as well as we.

5 But us he form'd for better things — As servants of the King of kings. With lifted hands, and open face, And thankful hearts, to seek his grace.

6 Thus God lov'd man — and more than thus- He sent his Son to die for us,

And now invites us, when we die. To come and live with him on his^h.

o

Y But Ave must live to him below. For none but such to heaven will go ; Lord Jesus ! hear our humble prayer, And lead the little children there.

371. L. M.

1 Father of all ! my Father, too !

O make me good, and just, and true ; Make me delight to learn thy word. And love to pray and praise the Lord !

2 O may thy gracious presence bless

And guard my childhood's lielplessness —

Be with me as I grow in years.

And guide me through this vale of tears.

CHILDHOOD.

372. C. M.

287

1 How glorious is our heavenly King,

Who reigns above the sky ! How shall a child presume to sing His dreadful majesty ?

2 How great his power is, none can tell,

Nor think how large his grace ; Not men below, nor saints that dwell On high before his face.

3 Not angels that stand round the Lord

Can search his secret will ; But they perform his holy word. And sing his praises still.

4 Then let me join this heavenly train,

And my first offerings bring ; Th' eternal God will not disdain To hear an infant sing.

5 My heart resolves, my tongue obeys.

And angels shall rejoice To hear their mighty Maker's praise Sound from a feeble voice.

373. L. M.

1 LoED, how delightful 'tis to see A whole assembly worship thee : At once they sing, at once they pray ; They hear of heaven, and learn the way.

288 SPECIAL OCCASIONS.

2 I have been there, and still would go, 'Tis like a little heaven below :

Not all that earth and sin can say, Shall tempt me to forget that day.

3 O write upon my memory, Lord, The text and doctrine of thy Word : That I may break thy laws no more. But love thee better than before.

4 With thoughts of Christ and things divine, Fill up this sinful heart of mine :

That, tioping pardon through his blood, I may lie down and wake with God !

374. c. M.

1 How long, sometimes, a day appears !

And weeks, how long are they ! Months move on slow, as if the years Would never pass away.

2 But even years are passing by.

And soon must all be gone ! For day by day, as minutes fly, Eternity comes on.

3 Days, months, and years must have an end :

Eternity has none ! 'Twill always have as long to spend As when it first begun.

4 Great God ! a creature cannot tell

How such a thing can be ; I only pray that I may dwell That long, long time with thee.

CHILDHOOD. 289

375. L. M.

1 Amid the deepest shades of niglit,

Can there be One who sees my way ? Yes, God is as a shining hght, That turns the darkness into day.

2 When every eye around me sleeps,

May I not sin without control ? No : for a constant watch he keeps On ev'ry thought of every soul.

3 If I could find some cave unknown

Where human feet have never trod. E'en there I should not be alone ; On ev'ry side there would be God.

376. C. M.

1 Bestow, O Lord, upon our youth

The gift of saving grace, And let the seed of sacred truth Fall in a fruitful place.

2 Grace is a plant, where'er it grows,

Of pure and heavenly root ; But fairest in the youngest shows, And yields the sweetest fruit.

3 Ye careless ones, betimes obey

The voice of sovereign love ! Ye rove in folly's dangerous way, But mercy reigns above. 13

290 SPECIAL OCCASIONS.

4 For you the puT)lic prayer is made, O joiii the public prayer ! For you the secret tear is shed, O shed yourselves a tear !

377. C. M.

1 Ye hearts, with youthful vigor warm,

In smiling crowds draw near, And turn from every mortal charm, A Saviour's voice to hear.

2 He, Lord of all the worlds on high.

Stoops to converse with you, And lays his radiant glories by, Your friendship to pursue.

3 "The soul that longs to see my face,

Is sure my love to gain ; And those that early seek my grace. Shall never seek in vain."

4 What object, Lord, my soul should move.

If once compared with thee ? What beauty should command my love, Like what in Christ I see ?

5 Away, ye false delusive toys.

Vain tempters of the mind ! 'Tis here I fix my lasting clioice, And here true bliss I find.

CHILDHOOD. 291

378. c. M.

1 By cool Siloam's shady rill

How fair the lily grows ! How sweet the breath, beneath the hill, Of Sharon's dewy rose !

2 Lo ! such the child, whose early feet

The paths of peace have trod, Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God.

3 By cool Siloam's shady rill

The lily must decay ; The rose that blooms beneath the hill Must shortly fide away.

4 And soon, too soon, the wint'ry hour

Of man's mature r aa^e Will shake the soul with sorrow's power. And stormy passion's rage.

5 O thou, whose infant feet were found

Within thy Father's shrine. Whose years, with changeless virtue crown'd, Were all alike divine :

6 Dependent on thy bounteous breath,

We seek thy grace alone. In childhood, manhood, age, and death, To keep us still thine own.

292 SPECIAL OCCASIONS.

379. C. M.

The secret of ijerpeinal yordh. — John ii, 10.

1 The heart of cliildliood is all mirth ;

We trust the flattering voice Which whispers, " Take thy fill of earth, Indulge thee and rejoice."

2 Too surely then, each setting day,

Some lost delight we mourn, The flowers all die along our way, Till we, too, die forlorn.

3 Such is the world's gay garish feast.

In her first charminor bowl Infusing all that fires the breast. And cheats th' unstable soul.

4 Unlike the feast of heav'nly love

Spread at the Saviour's word. For souls that hear his call, and prove Meet for his bridal board.

5 Why should we fear youth's draught of joy.

If pure, would sparkle less ? Why should the cup the sooner cloy, Which God hath deign'd to bless ?

6 Who, but a Christian, through all life.

True blessing may prolong ? Who, through the w^orld's sad day of strife, Still chant his morning song ?

7 Nor shall dull age, as worldlings say.

The heavenward flame annoy ;

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The Saviour cannot pass away ! And witli him hves our joy.

8 Ever the richest, tenderest glow

Sets round th' autumnal sun — But there sight fails : no heart may know The bliss when life is done.

9 Such is thy banquet, dearest Lord ;

O give us grace to cast Our lot with thine, to trust thy word, And keep our best till last.

380. 8s and 4.

1 And now that years have sped away.

And down life's current borne me on, What, of youth's dreams, can manhood say. But — they are gone !

2 Gone — as the cloud whose golden hue

Fast fades in the advancing light ; Gone — as the drops of evening dew, That sink in night !

3 How busily the fancy wrought

To mould a heaven that should not cloy, From all I saw, or read, or thought. Of earthly joy !

4 Nor mourn I that those days were wind.

And fancy's dreams evanish'd hence ; O who can fill th' immortal mind With joys of sense !

294 SPECIAL OCCASIONS.

5 For I have sought a purer joy,

Firm fixVl on an eternal ground, A bliss that cannot fail or cloy — And I have found !

G It came not on the morniuf]^ cloud — It sipp'd not of the evening dew — When seas were rude, and storms were loud. It rose to view !

Y It feeds on bread man cannot taste. And meekly cj[uaffs affliction's tear ; When the mind wears, and senses waste, Then it is near.

8 It is a joy earth cannot kno^\^,

That blesses those who inly weep. Confirms the word — in tears who sow, In smiles shall reap !

9 Sweet hope ! though youth return no more,

And glittering visions swift decay ; The soul above earth's clouds shall soar In endless day !

10 Thus to Faith's eye, through damps of earth, Less l^right each carnal pleasure seems; One glimpse of heavenly joy is worth A life of dreams.

H Content to see the bu])bles break.

That glisten'd in the youthful eye, To scenes of heavenly bliss I wake, That never die !

MAERIAGE. 295

381. 8s and 7s. Marriage.

1 Lord, we come to ask thy blessing

On the bridal pair to rest ; May thy goodness, never ceasing, Make them now and ever blest.

2 Thine by cov'nant and adoption.

Thine by free and sovereign grace ; May they, in each word and action, l)o thy will and speak thy praise.

3 Often from their happy dwelling

May the voice of prayer ascend, For thy mercies still increasing.

To their best, their kindest Friend.

4 Through this life's tempestuous ocean,

Storms ai-e thick and dangers nigh ; Oh may constant, pure devotion

Guide them safe to realms on high !

382. CM.

Tlie Traveller^ s Hymn.

1 How are thy servants Idlest, O Lord !

How sure is their defence ! Eternal Wisdom is their guide, Their help, Omnipotence.

2 In foreign realms, and lands remote,

Supported hj thy care, Through burning climes I passVl unhurt, And breath'd in tainted air.

296 SPECIAL OCCASIONS.

3 Thy mercy sweeten'd every soil,

Made every region please ; Tlie hoary Alpine hills it warm'd, And smooth'd the Tyrrhene seas.

4 Think, O my soul, devoutly think,

How with affrighted eyes Thou saw'st the wide-extended deep. In all its horrors rise !

5 Confusion dwelt in every face,

And fear in every heart, When waves on waves, and gulfs in gulfs, Overcame the pilot's art.

6 Yet then from all my griefs, O Lord,

Thy mercy set me free, While, in the confidence. of prayer, My heart took hold on thee.

'7 For though in dreadful whirls we hung. High on the broken wave, I knew thou wert not slow to hear, Nor impotent to save.

8 The storm was laid, the winds retir'd

Obedient to thy will ; The sea, that roar'd at thy command, At thy command was still.

9 In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths,

Thy goodness I'll adore, And praise thee for thy mercies past, And humbly hope for more.

AT SEA. 297

10 My life, if tliou preserv'st my life, Thy sacrifice shall be ; And death, if death must be my doom, Shall join my soul to tliee.

383. 12s.

At Sea.

1 When tlirou2:li the torn sail the wild tern-

pest is streaming. When o'er the dark wave the red lio^htniuix

is gleaming, Nor hope lends a ray the poor seaman to

cherish. We fly to our Maker — " Help, Lord, or we

perish."

2 O Jesus! once tossed on the breast of the

billow. Aroused by the shriek of despair from thy

pillow. Now seated in glory, the mariner cherish. Who cries in his danger — "Help, Lord, or

we pei'ish."

3 And O ! when the whirlwind of passion is

. raging. When sin in our hearts its wild warfare is

waging, Arise in thy strength, thy redeemed to

cherish. Rebuke the destroyer — " Help, Lord, or we perish." 13*

298 SPECIAL OCCASIONS.

384. 7s.

Psalm cvii.

1 TiiEY that toil iij^on the deep,

And ill vessels light and frail, O'er the mighty waters sweeji. With the billow and the gale —

2 Mark what wonders God performs

When he speaks, and, uuconfin'd, Rush to battle all his storms, 111 the chariots of the wind.

3 Up to heaven their l)ark is whirlM

On the mountain of the wave ; Down as suddenly 'tis huiTd To the abysses of the grave.

4 To and fro they I'eel — they roll

As intoxicate with wine; Terrors paralyze their soul,

Helm they cpiit, and hope resign.

5 Then unto the Lord they cry ;

He inclines a gracious ear, Sends deliv'rance from on high, Rescues them from all their fear.

6 Calm and suK^oth the surges flow,

And, where deadly lightning ran, God's own reconciling bow Metes the ocean with a span.

THUNDEK-STOKM. 299

O that men would praise the Lord,

For his goodness to their race ; For the wonders of his word,

And the riches of his grace.

385. S. H. M.

God in the storm.

Lo ! where his thunder's voice

Rolls on the murky air. Bidding his little ones rejoice.

That he, their God, is there. And now each louder peal on high Proclaims his sounding footsteps nigh.

Now is there storm abroad.

And foams the raging brine ; Fierce flashing's of Jehovah's sword

Athwart the darkness shine. The laboring tempest heaves its breath In sobs, all ominous of death !

Earth trembles to her T)ase !

He comes in swathed gloom ; And bolts of flame before his face

Pi'oclaim the guilty's doom ! For earth the heavens their tear-drops weep. As speeds his chariot o'er the deep !

But wherefore should I fear.

Or from his presence flee ? It is his well-known voice I hear.

It is his eye I see. What tho' he come in night and storm, Thron'd on dark waves I trace his form!

800 SPECIAL OCCASIONS.

5 Why fear ? one with my Lord, I know no more his wrath ; The flashing of his judgment-sword

Can never glare my path. I, fearless, when the storm is nigh, Lift to his face a filial eye !

386. L. M.

1 The storm is busy in the sky.

And thunders lift their voice on high ; There is a wilder storm abroad, The voice of conscience and of God !

2 Were there no storm within the soul. Why should the outer storm control ? Why shrink before the call of God, Unless in terror of his rod ?

3 What, then, shall bring that God to me, And make me joy his face to see ?

What bid man stand where once he stood ? A conscience purg'd by Jesus' blood.

4 Then let the tempest hail its King, Tho' rude, its loud hosaunas sing. And with the wreath its fino-ers w^ove, Entwine the emblem of his love.

5 He plants the rainbow's glowing form, To bound the fiei'ce and raging storm, And bids the sinner fear no more The lightning, or the thunder's roar !

EAINBOW. 301

387. C. M. The Rainbow. — Genesis ix.

1 Triumphal arcli ! that fill'st the sky,

When storms prepare to part, I ask not proud philosophy To teach me what thou art.

2 Fair, beauteous bow ! no fabling dreams.

But words of the Most High, Have told why first thy robe of beams Was woven in the sky.

3 When o'er the green undeluged earth

Heaven's covenant thou didst shine. How came the world's gray fathers frjrth To watch thy sacred sign !

4 And when its yellow lustre smiled

O'er mountains yet untrod, Each mother held aloft her child. To bless the bow of God.

5 And, faithful to its sacred page.

Heaven still i-ebuilds thy span. Nor lets the type grow pale with age, That first spoke peace to man.

388. L. M.

National Day of Prayer.

1 When Israel, of the Lord beloved.

Out from the land of bondage came,. Her father's God before her moved. An awful guide in smoke and flame.

102 SPECIAL OCCASIONS.

5 By day, along tli' astonished lands, The cloudy pillar glided slow ; By night, Arabia's crimsoned sands Returned the fiery column's glow.

) Thus present still, though now unseen,

When l^rightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of Thee a cloudy screen. To temper the deceitful ray !

: And, oh, when stoops upon our path,

In shade and storm, the frequent night, Be Thou, long-sutfering, slow to wrath, A burning and a shining light !

389. L. M. 8 ].

Psalm Ixxiv. 10, 17.

. My God ! all nature owns thy sway. Thou giv'st the night, and thou the day ; When all thy lov'd creation wakes. When morning, rich in lustre, l:)reaks. And bathes in dew the op'ning fiower, To thee we owe her fragrant hour ; And when she pours her choral song, Her melodies to thee belonsr.

! Or when, in paler tints ai-ray'd. The evening slowly spreads her shade ; That soothing shade, that grateful gloom. E'en more than day's enlivening bloom. Can still each fond and vain desire. And calmer, purer thoughts inspire ; From earth the pensive s])irit free. And lead the soften'd lieart to thee.

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3 As o'er thy works the seasons roll,

And soothe, with change of bliss, the soul, Oh, never may their smiling train Pass o'er the human sense in vain; But oft as on the charm we gaze. Attune the wond'ring soul to praise ; And be the joys that most we prize, The joys that from thy favor rise !

390. C. M.

1 When brighter suns and milder skies

Proclaim the opening year, "What various sounds of joy arise ! What prospects bright appear !

2 Earth and her thousand voices give

Their thousand notes of praise ; And all, that by his mercy live, To God their offering raise.

3 The streams, all beautiful and bright,

Reflect the morning sky ; And there, with music in his flight, The wild bird soars on high.

4 Thus, like the morning, calm and clear,

That saw the Saviour rise. The spring of heaven's eternal year Shall dawn on earth and skies.

5 No winter there, no shades of night,

Obscure those mansions blest, Where, in the happy fields of light, The weary are at rest.

30i SPECIAL OCCASIONS.

391. 7s and 6s.

1 The leaves around me falling,

Are ]:)reaching of decay ; The hollow winds are calling,

" Come, pilgrim, come away !" The day in night declining.

Says I, too, must decline ; The year its l:>loom resigning —

Its lot foreshadows mine !

2 The light my path surrounding.

The loves to which I cling. The hopes within me bounding.

The joys that round me wing — All, all, like stars at even.

Just gleam and shoot away, Pass on before to heaven.

And chide at my delay.

3 The friends gone there before me,

Are calling from on high, And happy angels o'er me

Tempt sweetly to the sky ; " Why wait," they say, " and wither,

'Mid scenes of death and sin ? O rise to glory hither.

And find true life begin !"

4 I hear the invitation,

And fain would rise and come, A sinner to salvation. An exile to his home ;

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And while I here must linger,

Thus, thus, let all I see Point on with faithful finger.

To heaven, O Lord, and Thee !

392. P. M.

Shall man, the lord of nature,

Expectant of the sky — Shall man alone unthankful.

His little praise deny ? No — let the year forsake her course,

The seasons cease to be. Thee, Master, must we always love.

And, Saviour, honor thee.

The flowers of spring may wither.

The hope of summer fade. The autumn droop in winter,

The birds forsake the shade ; The winds be lulled, the sun and moon

Forget their old decree. But we, in nature's latest hour,

O Lord ! will cling to thee.

393. C. M.

Sweet day ! so cool, so calm, so bright.

Bridal of earth and sky ; The dew shall weep thy fall to-night,

For thou, alas ! must die.

Sweet rose ! in air whose odors wave. And colors charm the eye ;

306 SPECIAL OCCASIONS.

Thy root is ever in the grave, Aucl thou, alas ! must die.

3 Sweet spring ! of days and I'oses made,

Whose charms for beauty vie, Thy days depart, thy roses fade. Thou, too, alas ! must die.

4 Only a sweet and holy soul

Hath tints that never fly : While flowers decay, and seasons roll. It lives and cannot die.

394. 7s and 6s. Evening.

1 The mellow eve is gliding

Serenely down the M^est ; So, ev'iy care subsidiug.

My soul would sink to rest.

2 The woodland hum is riuging

The daylight's gentle close ; May angels round me, singing. Thus hymn my last repose.

3 The evenino: star has lisrhted

1 • 1 Her crystal lamp on high ;

So, when in death l)enighted,

May hope illume the sky.

4 In golden splendor dawning.

The morrow's light shall ])reak ; O, on the last bright morning. May I in glory wake !

NIGHT. 307

395. s. II. M.

1 Night is the time to weep ;

To wet with unseen tears Those graves of memory, where sleep

The joys of other years ; Hopes, that were angels at their birth. But (lied when young, like things of earth.

2 Night is the time to think;

When, from the eye, the soul Takes flight, and on the utmost brink

Of yonder starry pole, Discerns, beyond th' a])yss of night, The dawn of uncreated light.

3 Nio;ht is the time to pray ;

Our Saviour oft withdrew To desert mountains fir away:

So will his followers do — Steal from the throng to haunts untrod, And commune tliei'e alone with God.

4 Night is the time for death ;

When all around is peace, Calmly to yield the weary breath,

From sin and suff'ring cease. Think of heaven's bliss, and give the sign To parting friends — such death he mine !

808 SPECIAL OCCASIONS.

396. 7s,

New Yearns Day.

1 While with ceaseless course the sun

Hasted through the foriuer year, Many souls their race have run,

Never more to meet us here : FixM in an eternal state,

They have done with all below : We a little longer wait —

But how little, none can know.

2 As the winged arrow flies

Speedily the mark to find ; As the lightning from the skies

Darts and leaves no trace behind — Swiftly thus our fleeting days

Bear us down life's rapid stream ; Lord, our expectations raise —

All below is but a dream.

397. C. M.

Close of the Year.

1 Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes,

And raise your voices high ; Awake, and praise that sov'i-eign love. That shows salvation nigh.

2 On all the wings of time it flies.

Each moment brings it near ; Then welcome, each declining day ! Welcome, eacli closing year !

PARTING OF FRIENDS. 309

3 Not many years their rounds sliall run,

Not many mornings rise, Ere all its glories stand reveal'd To our admiring eyes.

4 Ye wheels of nature, speed your course ;

Ye mortal powers, decay ; Fast as ye bring the night of death, Ye bring eternal day.

398. 7s.

Parting of Friends.

When shall we all meet as-ain ? When shall we all meet again ? Oft shall glowing hope aspire, Oft shall wearied love retire, Oft shall death and sorrow reign, Ere we all shall meet again.

When the dreams of life are fled, When its wasted lamps are dead. When in cold oblivion's shade Beauty, wealth, and fame are laid, Where immortal spirits reign. There may we all meet again !

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DEATH, JUDGMENT, HEAVEN.

399. L. P. M.

1 Yet a few years, or days, perhaps, Or moments, glide in silent lapse.

And time to me shall be no more ! No more the snn these eyes shall view. Earth o'er these limbs her dust shall strew,

And life's delusive dream be o'er !

2 Great God ! how awful is the scene ! A Ijreath, a transient breath between ;

And can I waste life's fleeting day ? To earth, alas ! too firmly bound — - Trees dee|)ly rooted in the ground

Are shiver'd when they're torn away.

3 Great Cause of all, above, below ! Who knows thee must forever know

Thou art immortal and divine ; Thine image on my soul impress'd, Of endless being is the test.

And bids eternity be mine !

400. 8s and 4s.

1 Alas ! how poor and little worth Are all those glittering toys of earth

That lure us here ! — Dreams of a sleep that death must break : Alas ! before it bids us wake.

They disappear.

AND IMMORTAL. oil

2 Where is the strength that spurned decay, The step that rolled so light and gay.

The heart's blithe tone ? The strength is gone, the ste]) is slow, And joy grows weariness and woe

When age comes on.

3 Onr birth is but a starting-pLice ; Life is the running of the race,

And death the goal : There all those glittering toys are bought ; That path alone, of all unsought.

Is found of all.

4 O let the soul its slumbers break, Arouse its senses, and awake

To see how soon Life, like its glories, glides away. And the stern footsteps of decay

Come stealing on.

401. L.M. 61.

{^Seventeenth Century^

1 The glories of our birth and state

Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armor against tate;

Death lays his icy hand on kings : They must give up their murmuring breath. They must, pale captives, creep to death.

2 The garlands wither on your brow ;

Then boast no more your mighty deeds ;

312 MAN MOETAL

Upon death's purple altar now,

See wliere the victor victim bleeds ! Only tlie actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom from the dust,

402. C. P. M.

1 My days, my weeks, my months, my years, Fly rapid as the whirling spheres

Around the steady pole ; Time, like the tide, its motion keeps. And I must launch through endless deeps.

Where endless ages roll.

2 My soul, attend the solemn call ; Thine earthly tent must quickly fall.

And thou must take thy flight — Beyond the vast ethereal blue, To love and sing as angels do,

Or sink in endless night.

403. C. M.

1 Few are thy days, and full of woe,

O man, of woman born ! Thy doom is written — ■'■'■ Dust thou art. And shalt to dust return !"

2 Determined are the days that fly

Successive o'er thy head ; The number'd hour is on the wing. Which lays thee with the dead.

3 Gay is thy morning : flattering hope

Thy sprightly step attends ;

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But soon the tempest howls behind, And the dark night descends !

4 Before its splendid hour, the cloud Comes o'er the beam of light ; A pilgrim in a weary land, Man tarries but a night.

404. c. M.

1 The mighty flood that rolls along

Its torrents to the main. The waters lost can ne'er recal, From that abyss again.

2 The days, the ^^ears, the ages dark,

Descending down to night. Can never, never be redeem'd Back to the gates of light.

3 Where are our fiithers ? — Whither gone.

The mighty men of old. The patriarchs, prophets, princes, kings, In sacred books enroll'd ?

4 Gone to the resting-place of man

His long, his silent home ; Where ages past have gone before. Where future ages come !

405. C. M.

1 Death rides on ev'ry passing breeze. And lurks in ev'ry flower ; Each season has its own disease. Its peril ev'ry hour !

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2 Our eyes have seen tlie rosy light

Of youth's soft cheek decay, And fate descend in sudden night On manhood's middle day.

3 Our eyes have seen the steps of age

Halt feebly to the tomb ; And yet shall earth our hearts engage, And dreams of days to come ?

4 Turn, mortal, turn ! thy danger know :

Where'er thy foot can tread, The earth rings hollow from l:)elow, And warns thee of her dead !

406. lis.

1 O WHY should the sjjirit of mortal be proud ! Like a fast-flitting meteor, a last flying cloud, A flash of the lightning, a l)reak of the wave, He passes from life to his rest in the gi-ave.

2 Theleaves of the oak and the willow shall fade, Be scatter'd around, and together be laid ; And the young and the old, and the low and

the high. Shall moulder to dust, and together shall lie.

3 The hand of the king wdio the sceptre hath

borne, The brow of the priest wdio the mitre hath

worn, The eye of the sago, and the heart of the l)rave. Are hidden and lost in the depths of the grave.

AND IMMORTAL. 315

407. L. M.

1 See how beneath the moonbeam's smile

Yon little billow heaves its breast, And foams and sparkles for a while, An.d murmuring then subsides to rest.

2 Thus man, the sport of bliss and care,

Kises on time's eventful sea. And, having swell'd a moment there, Thus melts into eternity.

408. C. M.

Job xiv.

1 As fail the waters from the deep.

As summer brooks run dry, Man lieth down in dreamless sleep, His life is vanity.

2 And dost Thou look on such an one ?

Wilt Thou to judgment call A worm, for what a worm hath done

Against the Lord of all ?

3 Man lieth down, no more to wake.

Till yonder arching sphere Shall, with a roll of thuuder, break. And nature disappear.

4 O hide me, till thy wrath be past.

Thou who canst slay or save ! Hide me, where hope may anchor fast, In my Redeemer's grave.

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409. L. M.

1 Behold the path that mortals tread Down to the rei2:ions of the dead ! Nor will the fleeting moments stay, Nor can we measure back our way.

2 Our kindred and our friends are gone : Know, O my soul, this doom thine own : Feeble as tlieirs, my mortal frame,

The same my way, my house the same.

3 And must I, from the cheerful light. Pass to the grave's perpetual night, — From scenes of duty, means of gi'ace. Must I to God's tribunal pass ?

4 Awake, my soul, thy way prepare. And lose, in this, each mortal care ; With steady feet that path be trod, Which through the grave conducts to God.

410. s. M.

Psalm xxxix.

1 LoiiD ! let me know mine end :

My days, how brief their date ! That I may timely comprehend How frail my best estate.

2 My life is but a span ;

Mine age as nought with Thee ; Man, in his higliest lionor, man Is dust and vanity.

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3 What seek I now, O Lord ?

My liope is in thy name ; . Blot out my sins from thy record, Nor give me up to shame.

4 Have pity on my fears,

Hearken to my re(]^uest, Turn not in silence from my tears, But give the mourner rest.

5 A stranger. Lord, with thee,

I walk on pilgrimage. Where all my fathers once hke me, Sojourn'd from age to age.

6 O spare me yet, I pray !

Awhile my strength restore.

Ere I am summonM hence away.

And seen on earth no more.

411. c. p. M.

1 " Father, thy will, not mine, be done ! " So pray'd on earth thy suif 'ring Son —

So, in his name, I pray : The spirit fails, the flesh is weak ; Thy help in agony I seek ;

O take this cup away !

2 If such be not thy sov'reign will, Thy wiser purpose then fulfill ;

My wishes I resign. Into thy hands my soul commend, On thee for life or death depend,

Thy will be done, not mine !

318 MAN MORTAL

412. s. M.

1 Who that liatli ever been,

Could bear to be no more ? Yet who woiihl tread again the scene He trod through life before ?

2 On, with intense desire,

Man's spirit will move on ; It seems to die, yet, like heaven's fire. It is not quench'd, but gone.

413. C. H. M.

1 O WHAT is life ? — 'Tis like a flower

That blossoms — and is gone ; It flourishes its little hour,

With all its beauty on : Death comes — and, like a wintry day, It cuts the lovely flower away.

2 O what is life ? — 'Tis like the bow

That glistens in the sky : We love to see its colors glow.

But while we look they die : Life fails as soon — to-day 'tis here, To-morrow it may disappear.

3 Lord, what is life ? — If spent with thee

In humlde praise and prayer, IIow long or short our life may be,

AVe feel no anxious care : Tho' life depart, our joys shall last. When life and all its joys are past.

AND IMMORTAL. 819

414. L. M.

1 WiTEisr life, as opening Inids, is sweet, And golden hopes the spirits greet. And youth prepares his joys to meet,

Alas ! how hard it is to die.

2 When scarce is seized some l)orrowed prize, And duties press, and tender ties

Forbid the soul from earth to rise. How awful, then, it is to die.

3 When, one by one, those ties are toi-n. And friend from friend is snatched forlorn, And man is left alone to mourn.

Ah ! then, how easy 'tis to die.

4 When trembling limbs refuse their weight. And films, slow gathering, dim the sight. And clouds obscure the mental light,

'Tis nature's precious boon, to die.

5 When faith is strong, and conscience clear. And words of peace the spirit cheer. And vision'd glories half ap])ear,

'Tis joy, 'tis triumph, then, to die.

415. c. M.

1 Tins mortal life will soon be past ;

Beyond it who can tell In what mysterious region cast Immortal spirits dwell ?

2 I know not ; but I soon shall know,

When life's sore conflicts cease,

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When this desponding heart lies low, And I shall rest in peace.

3 For see, on death's bewildering wave,

The raiuhow Hope arise, A bridge of gloiy o'er the grave. That bends beyond the skies.

4 From earth to heaven it swells and shines.

The pledge of bliss to man ; Time with eternity combines. And grasps them in a span.

416. 8s and 4:S.

1 There is a calm for those who weep,

A rest for weary pilgrims found ; They softly lie and sweetly sleep, Low in the ground.

2 The storm that wrecks the winter sky.

No more disturbs tlieir deep repose Than summer evening's latest sigh That shuts the rose.

?* Thou traveller in this vale of tears. To realms of everlasting light. Through time's dark wilderness of years. Pursue thy flight.

4 Though long of wind and waves the sport, Condemned in wi-etchedness to roam. Thou soon shalt reach a sheltering port, A quiet home.

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5 The son], of origin divine,

God's glorious image, freed from clay. In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine, A star of day.

6 The sun is but a spark of fire,

A transient meteor in the sky ; The soul, immortal as its Sire, Shall never die.

417. lis.

1 I WOULD not live alway : I ask not to stay, Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the

way; The few lurid morninsrs that dawn on us here Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its

cheer.

2 I would not live alway, thus fettered hy sin ; Temptation without, and corruption within : E'en the rapture of pardon is mingled with

fears, And the cup of thanksgiving with penitent tears.

3 I would not live alway: no, welcome the

tomb ! Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its

gloom ; There sweet be my rest, till he bid me arise To hail him in triumph descending the skies.

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4 Who, wlio would live alway, away from Lis

God, Away from yon lieaven, that blissful abode, Where rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright

plains. And the noontide of glory eternally reigns :

5 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet. Their Saviour and brethren, transported, to

greet ; While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the

soul !

418. 8s and 6s.

1 There is an hour of peaceful rest

To mourning wanderers given; Til ere is a joy for souls distressed, A balm for every wounded l^reast :

'Tis found above— in heaven.

2 Tliere is a home for weary souls,

By sin and sorrow driven, — When tossed on life's tempestuous shoal><. Where storms arise, and ocean rolls.

And all is drear — but lieaven.

3 There faith lifts up her cheerful eye

To brighter prospects given ; And views the tempest passing by, Tlie evening shadows quickly ily,

And all serene — in heaven.

AND IMMORTAL. o2o

4 There fragrant flowers immorta] bloom,

And joys supreme are given ; There rays divine disperse the gloom ; Beyond the confines of the tomb

Appears the dawn — of heaven !

419. L. M.

1 O God, unseen, but not unknown,

Thine eye is ever fix'd on me ; I dwell beneath thy secret throne, Encompass'd by th}^ Deity.

2 Thi'oughout this universe of space,

To nothing am I long allied. For flight of time and change of place My strongest, dearest bonds divide.

8 E'en from myself sometimes I part ; Unconscious sleep is nightly death, Yet surely by my couch thou art.

To prompt my pulse, inspire my breath.

4 The moment comes when strength shall fail,

When (health and hope and courage flown) I must go down into the vale

And shade of death, with thee, alone.

5 Alone with thee ! in that dread strife

Uphold me in mine agony ;

And gently be this dying life

Exchang'd for immortality.

6 Then, when th' unbodied spirit lands

Where flesh and blood hath never trod,

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And in the unveil'd presence stands Of thee, my Saviour and my God :

^ Be mine eternal portion this,

Since thou wert always here with me, That I may view thy face in l>liss. And be for evermore with thee.

420. 8s and 7s.

Theough life's vapors dimly seeing

Who ]3ut h^ngs for light to Ijreak ! Oh the feverish dream of beins; !

When, oh when shall we awake ? Oh the hour when this material

Shall have vauish'd as a cloud — When, amid the wide ethereal,

All th' invisil)]e shall crowd ;

And the naked soul, surrounded

With realities unknown. Triumph in the view unbounded,

Feel herself with God alone ! In that sudden, strange transition,

By what new and finer sense Shall she grasp the mighty vision,

And receive its influence ?

Angels, guard the new immortal. Through the wonder-teeming space.

To tlie everlasting portal. To the sj)irit's resting-place.

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Can I trust a fellow-being ?

Can I trust an angel's care ? O thou merciful All-seeing !

Beam around my spirit there.

421. c. M.

1 When, bending o'er the l)rink of life,

My trembling soul shall stand,

Waiting to pass death's awful flood,

Great God ! at thy command :

2 Thou Source of life and joy supreme !

Whose arm alone can save — Dispel the darkness that surrounds The entrance to the grave.

3 Lay thy supporting, gentle hand

Beneath my sinking head ; And with a ray of love divine, Illume my dying bed !

422. 0. M.

1 O THOU unknown. Almighty cause

Of all my hope and fear. In whose dread presence, ere an hour. Perhaps, I must appear !

2 If I have wander'd in those paths

Of life I ought to shun, As something loudly in my breast Remonstrates I have done !

3 Where human weakness has come sbort,

Or frailty stepp'd aside,

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Do thon, All-good ! for sncli tliou art, lu sliades of darkness hide.

4 Where, with intention, I have err'd,

No other plea I have. But thon art good ; and goodness still Delighteth to forgive.

5 Then see the sorrows of my heart.

Ere yet it be too late ; And hear my Saviour's dying groans, To give those sorrows weight.

6 For never shall my soul despair

Thy mercy to ]>rocnre. Who knows thy only Son has died, To make that mercy sure.

423. L. M. 6 ].

In 2>rospect of death. — (A. D. 1640.)

O THOU great Power in whom I move. In whom I live, to whom I die !

Behold me thro' thy beams of love. Whilst on this couch of tears I lie ;

And cleanse my sordid soul within,

By thy Christ's ]>lood, the bath of sin.

No hallow'd oils, no gums I need. No rags of saints, no purging fire ;

One sacred drop of Jesus' blood

Was worlds of seas to quench thine ire ;

O precious ransom ! it was paid

Where "It is hnish'd !" once was said:

HEAVEN. 327

3 And said by Him that said no more, But seal'd it with his sacred breath ; Thou, then, who hast dispunged my score,

And, dvin":, wast the death of death, Be to me now, on whom 1 call, My life, my strength, my joy, my all !

424. 7s.

Psalm xxiii.

1 Though I walk the downward shade.

Deepening through the vale of death. Yet I will not be afraid.

But, with my departing breath, I will glory in my God ;

In my Saviour I will trust, Strengthen'd by his staff and rod.

While this body falls to dust.

2 Soon on wings, on wdngs of love.

My transported soul shall rise. Like the home-returning dove.

Vanishing through boundless skies ; Thus where death shall be no more.

Sin nor suffering e'er molest. All my days of mourning o'er,

In his presence I shall rest.

425. C. P. M.

1 I KNOW that my Redeemer lives — And gives to all, and freely gives Life, peace, to those that will ;

328 DEATH.

I know liis jiidgment-triimp sliall sound, And lie, while flames the earth around, Prove my Redeemer still !

2 This l)e my glory ! Death can claim No victory, where the Saviour's name

In his own blood is graven ; The earth is but his couch of rest, A garden, which the Lord hath bless'd,

Where blow the gales of heaven.

3 I feel, I feel the breath of morn, On golden wings of healing borne.

New life and vigor give ; As sinks the flesh, I death defy ; Then only while I live, I die —

I die that I may live !

426. s. m:

1 It is not death to die —

To leave this weaiy road. And, 'mid the In'otherhood on high, To be at home with God.

2 It is not death to close

The eye long dimmed by tears, And wake, in glorious repose To spend eternal years.

3 Jesus, thou Prince of life !

Thy chosen cannot die ; Like thee, they conquer in the strife, To I'eign witli thee on high.

HEAVE]^. 329

427. c. M.

1 And let this feeble body fail,

And let it faint or die ! My soul shall quit this mournful vale,

And soar to worlds on high ; — Shall join the disembodied saints.

And find its long-sought rest, (That only bliss for which it pants,)

In the Redeemer's breast.

2 In hope of that immortal crown,

I now the cross sustain ; And gladly wander up and down.

And smile at toil and pain : I travel my a]')pointed years.

Till my Deliverer come, And wipe away his servant's tears,

And take his exile home.

3 Oh, what hath Jesus bought for me !—

Before my raptured eyes Rivers of life divine I see.

And trees of Paradise ! I see a world of spirits bright.

Who taste the pleasures there ; They all are robed in spotless white,

And conquering palms they bear.

4 Oh, what are all my sufferings here.

If, Lord, thou count me meet With that enraptured host t' aj^pear And worship at thy feet !

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(live joy or grief, give ease or pain, Take life or friends away !

But let me find tliem all again, In that eternal day.

428. P. M.

1 When the spark of life is waning,

Weep not for me. When the languid eye is straining.

Weep not for me. When the feeble pnlse is ceasing, Start not at its swift decreasing ; 'Tis the fettered soul's releasing ;

Weep not for me.

2 When the pangs of death assail me,

Weep not for me. Christ is mine — he will not fail me ;

Weep not for me. Yes, though sin and doubt endeavor Fi'om his love my soul to sever, Jesus is my strength forever !

Weep not for me.

429. C. M.

1 Ye golden lamps of heaven, f irewell.

With all your feeble light ; Farewell, thou ever-changing moon, Pale empress of the night.

2 And thou, refulgent orb of day.

In brighter flames ari-ay'd ;

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My soul, that, springs beyond thy sphere, No more demands thy aid.

3 Ye stars are but the shining dust

Of my divine abode — The pavement of those heavenly courts, Where I shall see my God.

4 The Father of eternal light

Shall there his beams display ; Nor shall one moment's darkness mix With that unvaried day.

5 No more the drops of piercing grief

Shall swell into my eyes ; No more the noon-day sun decline, Amid those brighter skies.

6 There all the millions of his saints

Shall in one song unite ; And each the bliss of all shall share, With infinite delis^ht.

430. L. M.

1 Ttie hour of my departure's come :

I hear the voice that calls me home ; Now, O my God ! let trouble cease, And let thy servant die in peace.

2 The race appointed I have run ; The combat's o'er, the prize is won ; And now my witness is on high, And now my record's in the sky.

332 DEATH.

3 Not in mine innocence I trust ; I bow before tliee in tlie dust ;

And througli my Saviour's blood alone I look for mercy at tby throne.

4 I come, I come, at tliy command ; I give my spirit to thy hand ; Stretch forth thine everlasting arms, And shield me in the last alarms.

431. 8s and 7s.

1 PAETiisra soul ! the flood awaits thee,

And the billows round thee roar ; Yet rejoice — the holy city Stands on yon celestial shore.

2 There, are crowns and thrones of glory,

There, the living waters glide ; There, the just in shining raiment. Standing by Immanuel's side.

P» Linger not — the stream is narrow, Though its cold dark waters rise ; Pie who pass'd the flood before thee, Guides thy path to yonder skies.

432. 7s.

1 Deathless principle, arise ; Soar, tliou native of the skies; Pearl of pi-ice, by Jesus bouglit, To his glorious likeness wrought,

HEAVEN. 3o3

Go to shine before his throne, Deck his mediatorial crown : Go, his triumphs to adorn, Born of God — to God return.

2 Lo ! he beckons from on high. Fearless, to his presence tly : Thine the merit of his blood, Thine tlie righteousness of God. Is thy earthly house distress'd, Willing to retain its guest ? _ 'Tis not thou, but it, must die — Fly, celestial tenant, fly !

3 Burst thy shackles, drop thy clay, Sweetly breathe thyself away : Singing, to thy crown remove. Swift of wing, and fired with love. Shudder not to pass the stream : Venture all thy care on him ; Him, whose dying love and power Still'd its tossing, hush'd its roar.

4 Saints in glory perfect made, . Wait thy passage through the shade, Ardent for thy coming o'er.

See, they throng the blissful shore : Mount, their transports to improve, Join the longing choir above ; Swiftly to their wish be given, Kindle higher joy in heaven.

334 DEATH.

433. 7s.

Parting Words.

1 Let me go, the day is breaking,

Dear companions, let me go ; We liave spent a night of waking

In the wihlerness below ; Upward now I bend my way ; Part we here at break of day.

2 Let me go ; I may not tarry

Wrestling thus with doubts and fears ; Angels wait, my soul to carry

Where my risen Lord appears ; Friends and kindred, weep not so ; If ye love me, let me go.

3 We have travell'd long together.

Hand in hand, and heart in heart. Both through fair and stormy weather —

And 'tis hard — 'tis hard to part: While I sigh " Farewell " to you, Answer, one and all, " Adieu."

4 'Tis not darkness gathering round me

That withdraws me from your sight; Walls of flesh no more can bound me ;

But, translated into light. Like the lark on mounting wing. Though unseen, you hear me sing.

5 Heaven's broad day hath o'er me broken,

Far beyond earth's span of sky :

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Am I dead ? Nay, by this token

Know that I have ceased to die : Would you solve the mystery ? Come up hither — come and see.

434. 7s.

Vital spark of heavenly flame ! Quit, O cpiit this mortal frame ! Trembling, hoj^ing, lingeruig, flying, Oh the pain — the'bliss, of dying! Cease, fond nature ! cease thy strife, And let me languish into life !

Hark, they whisper — angels say, " Sister spirit, come away !" What is this absorbs me quite. Steals my senses, shuts my sight. Drowns my spirit, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul — can this be death i

The world recedes ! — it disappears !

Heaven opens on my eyes ! — my ears

With sounds seraphic ring !

Lend, lend your wings ! 1 mount ! I fly !

O grave ! where is thy victory ?

O death ! where is thy sting ?

435. 7s.

" Spieit, leave thy house of clay !

Lingering dust, resign thy breath ! Spirit, cast thy chaiiis away !

Dust ! be thou dissolved in death !"

336 DEATH.

2 Thus the almighty Saviour speaks,

While the faithful Christian dies : Thus the bonds of life he breaks, And the ransom'd captive flies !

3 " Prisoner, long detained below !

Prisoner, now with freedom Ijless'd ! Welcome from a world of woe. Welcome to a land of rest !"

4 Thus the choir of angels sing.

As they bear the soul on high, While with hallelujahs ring All the regions of the sky !

5 Grave, the guardian of our dust !

Grave, the treasury of the skies ! Every atom of thy trust Kests in hope again to rise.

6 Hark ! the judgment-trumpet calls —

" Soul, rebuild thy house of clay ; Immortality thy walls, And eternity thy day."

436. L. M.

1 How l)less'd the righteous when they die !

When holy souls retire to rest, How mildly beams the closing eye !

How gently heaves th' expiring breast !

2 So fades a summer cloud away :

So sinks the gale when storms are o'er :

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So gently shuts the eye of day : So dies a wave along tlie shore.

3 Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears,

Where lio^hts and shades alternate dwell ! How bright th' unchanging morn appears ! Farewell, inconstant world, farewell !

437. C. M.

1 Behold the western evening light ! • ,

It melts in deepening gloom ; So calmly Christians sink away, Descending to the tomb.

2 The winds breathe low — the withering leaf

Scarce whispers from the tree ; So gently flows the parting breath. When good men cease to be.

3 How beautiful on all the hills,

The crimson li^-ht is shed ! 'Tis like the peace the Christian gives To mourners round his bed.

4 How mildly on the wandering cloud

The sunset beam is cast ! 'Tis like the memory left behind. When loved ones breathe their last.

5 And lo ! above the dews of night

The vesper star appears ! So faith lights up the mourner's heart. Whose eyes are dim with tears. 15

3o8 DEATH.

6 Niglit falls, but soon the morning light Its glories shall restore ; And thus the eyes now seaPd in death Shall wake, to close no more.

438. S. H. M.

1 This place is holy ground ;

World, with thy cares, away ! Silence and darkness reign around ;

But. lo ! the break of day : What bright and sudden dawn appears, To shine u^oon this scene of tears !

2 Eternity and time

Met for a moment here ; From earth to heaven, a scale sublime

Rested on either sphere. Whose steps a saintly figure trod, By Death's cold hand led home to God.

3 Behold the bed of death —

This pale and lovely clay ! Heard ye the sob of parting breath ?

Marked ye the eyes' last ray ? No ! — life so sweetly ceased to be, It lapsed in immortality.

4 Bury the dead — and weep,

In stillness, o'er the loss ; Bury the dead — ^in Christ they sleep.

Who bore on earth his cross ; And, from the grave, their dust shall rise In his own image to the skies.

HEAVEN.

439. 0. M.

339

1 Dear as thou wert, and justly dear,

We would not weep for thee ; One thought shall check the starting tear It is — that thou art free.

2 And thus shall faith's consoling power

The tears of love restrain ; O ! who that saw thy parting hour Could wish thee here again !

3 Gently the passing spirit fled,

Sustained by grace divine : O may such grace on us be shed, And make our end like thine.

441). L. M.

1 So fades the lovely, blooming flower, Frail smiling solace of an hour !

So soon our transient comforts fly. And pleasure only blooms to die.

2 Is there no kind, no lenient art, To heal the anguish of the heart ? Spirit of grace ! be ever nigh, Thy comforts are not made to die.

3 Bid gentle patience smile on pain. Till dying hope shall live again ; Hope wipes the tear from sorrow's eye. While faith points upward to the sky.

340 DEATH.

441. c. M.

1 That once lovM form, now cold and dead,

Eacli mournful tliouglit employs : And nature weeps her comforts fled, And wither'd all her joys.

2 Hope looks beyond the bounds of time,

When what we now deplore.

Shall rise in full, immortal prime,

And bloom to fade no more.

3 Then cease, fond nature, cease thy tears ;

Religion points on high ; There everlasting spring appears, And joys which cannot die.

442. L.M. 6 1.

1 No bitter tears for thee be shed.

Blossom of being ! seen and gone ! With flowers alone we strew thy bed,

O ever dear, departed one ! Whose all of life, a rosy ray, Blush'd into dawn, and pass'd away.

2 Oh! hadst thou still on earth remained.

Vision of beauty ! fair as brief ! How soon thy brightness had been stained

With earthly passion, or with grief ! Now not a sullying breath can rise To dim thy glory in. the skies.

HEAVEN. 3-il

443. CM.

(A. D. 1650.)

Lament on the Death of a Son.

1 Tiiou'et mine, yes, still thou art mine own !

Who tells me thou art lost ? But yet thou art not mine alone — • My earthly hopes are cross' d.

2 I long for thee, my son, my own,

But He who once hath given. Will have thee now before his throne, To live with him in heaven.

3 And now I need not fear for thee,

Where thou art, all is well ; For thou thy Father's face dost see. With Jesus thou dost dwell.

4 Yes, cloudless joys around him glow,

His heart aches not like mine ; • Angels that guard us here below He sees around him shine :

5 He hears their singing evermore;

His little voice, too, sings ; He drinks of wisdom's deepest lore. He speaks of secret things.

6 Oh that I could but watch afar,

And hearken but awhile. To that sweet song that hath no jar, And see his heavenly smile :

342 DEATH.

Y Aud I should say : Stay there, my son, My wild laments are o'er ; O well for thee that thou hast won ; I call thee back no more :

8 Then be it as my Father wills, I will not weep for thee ; Thou livest, joy thy spirit fills — Soon I thy joy shall see.

tl:-j:4. 8s and 7s. {^Fourth Century.^

1 Child, by God's sweet mercy given

To thy mother and to me, Entering this world of sorrows,

By his grace, so fair to see ; Fair as some sweet flower in summer.

Till death's hand on thee was laid, Scorch'd the l)eauty from my flower.

Made the tender petals fade.

2 Still thy voice, thy childish singing,

Sound eth ever in my ears ; • Still I listen and remember.

Till mine eyes do gather tears ; Nature fain would have me weeping — Love asserts her mournful right ; • But I answer, they have. brought IIkm^ To the ha|)py world of light :

3 And I fear that my lamentings

As I speak thy cherish'd name. Desecrate the royal dwelling — Fear to meet deserved blame,

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If I press witli tears of anguisli

Into the abodes of joy; Therefore will I, meekly l)owing,

Offer thee to God, my boy.

445. lis.

1 Weep not for those whom the veil of the tomb,

In life's happy morning, hath hid from our

Ere grief threw a blight o'er the spirit's young bloom, Or earth had profan'd what was born for the skies.

2 Death chill'd the fair fountain ere sorrow had

stain'd it ; 'Twas frozen in all the pure light of its

course. And but sleeps till the sunshine of heaven

has unchain'd it. To water that Eden where first was its

source.

3 Weep not for her ; in her spring-time she flew

To that land where the wings of the soul

are unflirl'd, And now, like a star beyond evening's cold

dew, Looks radiantly down on the tears of this

world.

3i4 DEATH.

446. C. M.

1 Calm on tlie l^osom of tliy God,

Young spii'it, rest thee now ! Ev'n wliile with us thy footsteps trod, His seal was on thy brow.

2 Dust to its narrow house Ijeneath !

- Soul, to its rest on high ! ■ They that have seen thy look in death No more may fear to die.

447. C. M.

1 Another hand is l)eckoning us,

Another call is given ; And glows once more with angel steps The path that leads to heaven.

2 Unto our Father's will alone

One thought hath reconciled ; That He whose love exceedeth ours Hath taken home his child.

3 Fold her, O Father, in thine arms.

And let her henceforth be A messenger of love between Our human hearts and thee.

4 Still let her mild rebukings stand

Between us and the wrons", And her dear memory serve to make Our faith in goodness strong.

HEAVEN. 3^5

448. L. M.

1 How blest are they wliose transient years

Pass like an evening meteor's flight ! Not dark with guilt, nor dim with tears ; Whose course is short, unclouded, l)right.

2 Oh, cheerless were our lengthened way ;

But heaven's own light dispels the gloom, Streams downward from eternal day, ' And casts a glory round the tomb.

B Oh, stay thy tears ; the blest above^

Have hailed a spirit's heavenly birth, And sung a song of joy and love;

Then why should anguish reign on earth ?

449. lis and 6s.

1 Far, far o'er hill and dell, on the winds steal-

ing. List to the tolling bell, mournfully pealing, Hark, hark, it seems to say, as melt those

sounds away. So earth's best joys decay, whilst new their

feeling.

2 O when our mortal ties death shall dissever, Lord, may we reach the skies where grief

comes never. And in eternal day, joining th' angels' lay, To our Creator pay homage forever. 15*

M4t) DEATH.

3 When in their lonely bed loved ones are lying; When joyful wings are S23read to heaven fly-

inoc •

Would we to sin and pain, call back their souls again, Weave round their hearts tlie chain severed in dying ?

4 No, dearest Jesus, no ! to Thee, their Saviour, Let their free spirits go, ransomed for ever :

Heirs of unending joy, theirs is the victory ; Thine let the glory be, now and for ever.

450. L. M.

1 From his low bed of mortal dust,

Escap'd the ])rison of his clay, The new inheritant of bliss

To heaven directs his upward way.

2 Ye fields ! that witnessed once his tears.

Ye winds ! that wafted oft his sighs. Ye mountains ! where he breath'd his prayers When sorrow's shadows veil'd his eyes —

3 No nioi'e the weary pilgrim mourns.

No more affliction wrings his heai't ; Th' unfettered soul to God returns — For ever he and anguish part !

4 Receive, O eartli, his faded form,

In tliy cold bosom let it lie ; Safe let it rest from every storm — Soon must it rise, no more to die.

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451. lOs.

1 Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime,

In full activity of zeal and power ; A Christian cannot die before his time, The Lord's appointment is the ser\'ant's hour.

2 Go to the grave ; at noon from lalwr cease ;

Rest on thy sheaves, thy harvest task is done ; Come from the heat of battle, and in peace, Soldier, go home ; with thee the fight is won.

3 Go to the grave ; for there thy Saviour lay

In death's emljraces, ere he rose on high ; . And all the ransom'd, by that narrow way, Pass to eternal life beyond the sky.

4 Go to the grave ! — no, take thy seat above ;

Be thy pure spirit present with the Lord, Where thou, for faith and hope, hast perfect love. And open vision for the written Word.

452. s. M.

1 Seevant of God, well done !

Rest from thy loved emplo}^ ; The battle fought, the victory won, Enter thy Master's joy.

2 The voice at midnight came,

He started up to hear ; A mortal arrow jiierced his frame, He fell, — l^ut felt no fear.

348 J)EATH.

3 His spirit, witli a hound,

Burst its encumbering clay ; His tent, at sunrise, on the ground, A darken'd ruin lay.

4 The pains of deatli are past,

Lai) or and sorrow cease ; And, life's long warfare closed at last, His soul 'is found in peace.

5 Soldier of Christ, well done !

Praise be thy new employ. And, while eternal ages run. Rest in thy Saviour's joy.

453. CM.

Death' of an aged Minister.

1 Champiotst of Jesus ! man of God,

Servant of Christ, well done ! Thy path of thorns hath now been trod. Thy red-cross crown is won !

2 No gloom of fear hath glazed his eye.

For, though loud billows roll. The Aurora of eternity Is risini? on his soul.

3 Yet who so humbly walk'd as he,

A conqueror in the field. Wreathing the rose of victory Around his radiant shield ?

4 As silvery clouds at eventide

Float on the ])almy gale.

BURIAL, S^^

Nor seem to lieed the stars they hide Behind their fleecy veil ;

5 So lowly sense of slightest worth

Fresh graces o'er him threw ; For he unconscious lived on earth, Of all the praise he drew.

6 Champion of Jesus ! on that breast

From whence thy fervor flowed, Thou hast obtain'd eternal rest — The bosom of thy God !

454. 7s.

1 " Earth to earth, and dust to dust !" Here the evil and the just,

Here the youthful and the old. Here the fearful and the bold. Here the vassal and the king, Side by side lie withering ; Here the sword and sceptre rust — " Earth to earth, and dust to dust !"

2 Age on age shall roll along,

O'er this pale and mighty throng : Brothers, sisters, of the worm — Summer's sun, or winter's storm. Song of peace, or battle's roar. Ne'er shall break their slumbers more ; Death shall keep his solemn trust — " Earth to earth, and dust to dust !"

3 But a day is coming fast.

Earth, thy mightiest and thy last ;

350 p.rRiAL.

Tremble, then, thou sullen tonil), Then Death's Conqueror shall come; Heaven shall open on our sight, Earth shall blaze in living light ; Now in hope of Him we trust — " Earth to earth, and dust to dust !"

455. c. M.

1 Why do we mourn departing friends,

Or shake at death's alarms ? 'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends To call them to his arms.

2 Are we not tending upward too,

As fast as time can move ? Nor would we wish the hours more slow To keep us from our love.

3 Why should we tremble to convey

Their bodies to the tomb 'i There the dear flesh of Jesus lay ; There hopes immortal bloom.

4 The graves of all the saints he bless'd,

And soften'd ev'ry bed : Where should the dying members rest, But with the dying Head ?

45(). 8s and 7s.

1 BEOTiiEn, thou ai't gone before us ; Where thy saintly soul is flown Tears are wiped away forever ; Sin and soi-row are unknown:

HEAVEN. 3ol

There tlioii'rt sui'e to meet the holy, Whom on earth thou lovedst best,

Where the wicked cease from troubling, And the weary are at rest.

2 All the toilsome way thou'st travelled,

And hast borne the heavy load ; Christ hath taught thy footsteps languid

Now to reach his blest abode : Thou art sleeping now, like Lazarus,

Resting on his father's breast. Where the wicked cease from troubling.

And the weary are at rest.

3 " Earth to earth," in peaceful slumber,

Now the solemn words are said. Here we lay the turf above thee.

And we seal thy narrow bed ; But thy saintly spirit, brother.

Dwells among the faithful l)lest. Where the wicked cease from troubling.

And the weary are at rest.

457. L. M.

1 Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb !

Take this new treasure to thy trust ; And give these sacred relics room. To seek a slumber in the dust.

2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear

Inva.de thy bounds. No mortal woes Can reach the peaceful sleeper here. While angels watch the soft repose.

352 EUKIAL.

3 So Jesus slept ; — God's dying Son

Pass'd throiigli tlie grave, and l)lest the bed ; Rest here, Idlest saint, till from liis throne The morning break, and j^ierce the shade.

4 Break from his throne, ilkistrions morn ;

Attend, O earth ! his sov'reign word ; Restore thy trust — a glorious form Shall tlien arise to meet the Lord.

458. L. M. 6 1. (A. D. 1725.)

1 ISTow rests her soul in Jesus' arms,

Her body in the grave sleeps well, His heart her death-chill'd heart re-warms,

And rest more deep than tongue can tell — Her few l)rief hours of conflict pass'd — She finds with Christ, her Friend, at last.

2 She bathes in tranquil seas of peace :

God wipes away her tears, she feels New life that all her languor heals,

The gloi-y of the Lamb she sees : She hath escap'd all danger now, The crown of joy is on her brow.

459. 12s.

1 Thou art gone to the grave ! but we will not deplore thee, Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb ;

HEAVEN. 353

The Saviour liatli passed througli its portals before tliee, And tlie lamp of liis love is thy guide through the gloom,

2 Thou art gone to the grave ! we no longer

behold thee, Nor tread the rough paths of the wo-rld by thy side ; But the wide arms of mercy are spread to • enfold thee, And sinners may hope, for the Sinless hath died.

3 Thou art gone to the grave ! and, its mansion

forsaking.

Perchance thy weak spirit in doubt linger- ed long : But the sunshine of glory beamed bright on thy waking.

And full on thine ear burst the seraphim's song.

4 Thou art gone to the grave ! but we will not

deplore thee. Since God was thy Ransom, thy Guardian, and Guide : He gave thee, he took thee, and he will re- store thee ; And death hath no sting, for the Saviour hath died.

354 HKAVEN.

4()0. 8s and 7s.

1 Why lament tlie Christian dying ?

Why indulge in tears or gloom ? Calmly on the Lord relying, He can greet the opening toml).

2 What if death, with icy fingers,

x\ll the fount of life cono:eals I

'Tis not there thy brother lingers,

'Tis not death his spirit feels.

B Scenes seraphic, high and glorious, Now forbid his longer stay ; See him rise o'er death victorious, Angels beckon him away.

4 Hark ! the golden harps are ringing. Sounds unearthly fill his ear : Millions now in heaven singing. Greet his joyful entrance there.

461. L. M. 6 1.

1 The mourners came at break of day,

Unto the garden sepulchre. With saddened hearts to weep and pray

For Him, the loved one, buried there Wliat radiant light dispels the gloom ? An angel sits beside the ti)mb.

2 The earth doth mourn her treasures lost,

All sepulchred beneath the snow. When wintry winds and chilling frost Have laid lier summer glories low ;

HEAVEN. 3.j5

The spring returns, the flowerets bloom — An angel sits beside the tomb.

Then mourn we not beloved dead,

Ev'n while we come to weep and pray ;

The happy spirit hath l)ut fled

To })righter realms of heavenly day :

Immortal hope dispels the gloom —

An auffel sits beside the tomb.

&

462. CM.

1 Why should our tears in sorrow flow,

When God recalls his own, And bids them leave a world of woe For an immortal crown ?

2 Is not ev'n death a gain to those

Whose life to God was given ? Gladly to earth their eyes tliey close, To open them in heaven.

3 Their toils are past, their work is done,

And they are fnlly l)lest ; They fought the fight, the victory won, And entered into rest.

4 Then let our sorrows cease to flow ;

God has recalled his own : But let our hearts, in every woe. Still say, "Thy will be done !"

856 HEAVEN".

463. c. M.

1 Take comfort, Cliristians, wlieu your friends

111 Jesus fall asleep ; Their Ijetter being never ends ; Then why dejected wee23 ?

2 Why inconsolable, as those

To whom no hope is given ? Death is the messenger of peace, And calls the soul to heaven.

3 A few short years of evil past.

We reach the happy shore, Where death-divided friends, at last, Shall meet to part no more.

464. s. H. M.

1 Frietn^d after fi-iend depai-ts :

Who hath not lost a friend ? There is no union here of hearts

That finds not here an end : Were this frail world our final rest. Living or dying, none were blest.

2 Beyond the flight of time.

Beyond this vale of death. There surely is some blessed clime

Where life is not a breath, — Nor life's affectiojrs transient fire. Whose sparks fly upward to expire.

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There is a world above,

Where parting is unknown, A whole eternity of love.

Formed for the good alone ; And faith beholds the dying here Translated to that happier sphere.

Thus star by star declines.

Till all are passed away. As morning high and higher shines,

To pure and perfect day : Nor sink those stars in empty night — They hide themselves in heaven's own light.

4cG5. L. M.

1 Why should we weep for those who die.

Those blessed ones who weep no more ? Jesus hath called them to the sky. And gladly have they gone before.

2 A few short days they lingered here,

Th' appointed span of trial knew ; Dropped — early dropped the parting tear. And early now have parted too.

3 Up, up, in swift ascent, they rise.

Star after star of living light ! Why should we mourn that midnight skies Become with added glories bright ?

358 HEAVEN,

4 For them no bitter tear we shed, —

Their night of pain and grief is o'er,— But weep our lonely path to tread. And see the forms we loved, no more.

466. .CM.

1 The dead are like the stars by day,

Withdrawn from mortal eye, Yet holding nnperceivecl their way Through the unclouded sky.

2 By them, through holy hope and love,

We feel, in houi's serene, Connected with a woi'ld above, Immortal and unseen.

8 For death his sacred seal hath set On bright and by-gone hours ; And they we mourn are with us yet. Are more than ever ours ; —

4 Ours, l)y the pledge of love and faith— By hopes of heaven on high — By trust, triumphant over death — In immortality.

46T. L. M.

As, 'midst the ever rolling sea, Th' eternal isles established be, '(xainst which the surges of the main Fret, (hish, and l)reak themselves in vain

HEAVEN.

859

As, in the heavens, the nrns divine

Of golden light for ever shine ;

Tho' clouds may darken, storms may rage,

They still shine on from age to age : —

So, through the ocean-tide of years. The memory of the jnst appears ; So, through the tempest and the gloom. The good man's virtues light the tomb.

468. C. M.

{^Seventeenth Century.)

1 They all are gone to th' world of light.

Alone I linger here ! Their memory is fair and bright. And my sad heart doth cheer.

2 It glows within my cloudy breast,

Like stars on some dark grove. Or those faint beams on heights that rest, After the sun's remove.

3 I see them walking far on high.

In light that dims my days ; O holy hope ! at last that I

Those heav'nly paths may trace.

4 Fair Death ! bright jewel of the just !

Shining but in the dark ; What myst'ries lie beyond thy dust. Could man outlook that mark !

360 HEAVEN.

5 Who finds some fleclg'd bird's nest, may know

At once the bird is flown ; But what fair grove he sings in now, That is to him nnknown.

6 Father of life ! to thee recall

The soul that sprung from thee ! Release it fi'om this world of thrall To heaven's true liberty.

469. c. M.

The Wish.

1 Not for the pious dead we weej) ;

Their sorrows now are o'er : The sea is calm, the tempest past, On that eternal shore.

2 Their peace is seal'd, their rest is sure,

Within that better home ; AAvhile we weep and linger here. Then follow to the tomb.

3 And is the awful veil withdrawn

That shrouds from mortal eyes, In deep, impenetrable gloom. The secrets of the skies ?

4 O might some dream of vision'd T)liss,

Some trance of rapture show, Where, on the bosom of their God, They rest from human woe !

HEAVElSr. 361

470. p. M.

The Response.

1 I shuste in the light of God ;

His likeness stamps my brow ;. Thro' the shadow of death my feet have trod And I reign in glory now :

2 I have found the joy of heaven,

I am one of the angel band ; To my head a crown is given, A harp is in my hand :

3 I have learned the song they sing.

Whom Jesus hath made free ; And the glorious halls of heaven still ring With my new-born melody.

4 No sin, no grief, no pain.

Safe in my happy home, My fears all fled, my doubts all slain. My hour of triumph come.

5 No breaking heart is here.

No keen and thrilling pain. No wasted cheek, where the frequent tear Hath rolled and left its stain.

6 O friends of my mortal years.

The trusted and the true, You are walking still in the vale of tears, But I wait to welcome you.

7 Do I forget ? O, no !

For memory's golden chain 16

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362 HEAVEN.

Still binds my heart to the hearts below, Till they meet and touch again.

8 Each link is strono- and brio^ht,

And love's electric flame Flows freely down like a river of light, To the world from which I came.

9 Do you mourn when another star

Shines out from the glittering sky ? Do you weep when the noise of war And the ras-e of conflict die ?

10 Then why should your tears roll down, And your hearts be sorely riven For another gem in the Saviour's crown. Another soul in heaven ?

471. s. M.

" Forever with the Lord !"

Amen ! so let it be : Life from the dead is in that word ;

'Tis immortality !

2 My Father's house on high, 5X.V Home of my soul! how near.

At times, to faith's foreseeing eye, Thy golden gates appear !

8 " Forever with the Lord !" Father, if 'tis thy will. The ]^romise of that faithful word Ev'u here to me fulflll.

HEAVEN. 363

4 Be tliou at my right hand;

Then can I never fail : Uphold thou me, and I shall stand ; Help, and I must prevail.

5 So, when my latest breath

Shall rend the veil in twain. By death I shall escape from death, And life eternal gain.

6 Knowing as I am known,

How shall I love that word. And oft repeat before the throne, " Forever with the Lord !"

472. L. M.

1 Asleep in Jesus ! blessed sleep ! From which none ever wake to weep : A calm and undisturb'd i-epose, Unbroken by the last of foes.

2 Asleep in Jesus ! O how sweet, To be for such a slumber meet ; With holy confidence to sing,

That death hath lost its venom'd sting !

3 Asleep in Jesus ! far from thee

Thy kindred and their graves may be : But thine is still a blessed sleep. From which none ever wake to weep.

164 THE GRAVE.

473. C. M.

1 I TiiiisrK upon the gentle mould

Where Christ's disciples lie Like sheep within their shepherd's fold, Beneath their shepherd's eye !

2 I think how sweet to lay me down,

Where, gather'd side by side. They wait their resurrection-crown. Ensured, since Jesus died.

3 Tho' there Death strains his stingless power,

And digs the narrow bed, He may not touch the tenderest flower That blooms above the dead.

4 I've watched it, as the dew-drops fell.

In tearful beauty blow. And smile the live-long day, to tell How sweet the rest below.

5 Such be my rest ! I ask no show

To gild the dark vale's gloom ; Nor golden pageantry to strew A pathway to the tomb :

6 But one fond tear from those I love,

As dust to dust is given ; And one bright flower to bloom above, And note my hope of heaven !

RESUERECTION. 365

474. L. M.

1 When he, who from tlie scourge of wrong

Aroused the chosen tribes to fly, Saw the fair region, promised long, And bowed him on the hills to die, —

2 God made his grave to men unknown.

Where Moab's rocks a vale infold. And laid the aged seer alone.

To slumber while the world grows old.

3 Thus still, whene'er the good and just

Close the dim eye on life and pain. Heaven watches o'er their sleeping dust, Till the pure spirit comes again.

4 Though nameless, trampled, and forgot.

His servant's humble ashes lie. Yet God has marked and sealed the spot, To call its inmate to the sky.

475. C. M.

1 TiiEOUGii sorrow's night, and danger's path,

Amid the deepening gloom. We, followers of a suffering Lord, Are moving to the tomb.

2 There, when the turmoil is no more,

And all our powers decay. Our cold remains in solitude Shall sleep the years away.

866 RESUREECTION".

3 Our labors done, securely laid

In this our last retreat, Unheeded, o'er our silent dust, The storms of life shall beat.

4 Yet not thus lifeless, thus inane,

The vital spark shall lie ; For o'er life's wreck that spark shall rise To seek its kindred sky.

5 .These ashes too, this little dust.

Our Father's care shall keep. Till the last an2:el rise and break The long and dreary sleep.

6 Then love's soft dew o'er every eye

Shall shed its mildest rays, And the long silent dust shall wake, With shouts of endless praise.

476. C. M.

1 When the last trumpet's awful voice This rending earth shall shake — When op'ning graves shall yield their charge. And dust to life awake ; —

9. Those bodies, that corrupted fell. Shall incorrupted rise ; And mortal forms shall sprmg to life Immortal in the skies.

3 Behold, what heavenly prophets sung, Is now at last fulfil I'd — That death should yield his ancient reign, And, vanquish'd, quit the field.

DAY OF JUDGMENT. 367

Let faith exalt lier joyful voice,

And thus begin to sing : " O Grave ! where is thy triumph now ?

And where, O Death! thy sting ^"

477. P. M.

[Sixteenth Century.)

Great God ! what do I see and hear ?

The end of things created ! The Judge of man I see appear.

On clouds of glory seated : The trumpet sounds, the graves restore The dead which they contained before ;

Prepare, my soul, to meet him.

The dead in Christ shall first arise At the last trumpet's sounding.

Caught up to meet him in the skies, "With joy their Lord surrounding :

No gloomy fears their souls dismay.

His presence sheds eternal day On those prepared to meet him.

. Great God ! what do I see and hear ?

The end of things created ; The Judge of man I see appear.

On clouds of glory seated : Beneath his cross I view the day When heaven and earth shall pass away.

And thus prepare to meet him.

8G8 DAY OF JUDGMENT.

478. 8s, 7s and 4.

1 Day of Judgment — day of wonders !

Hark ! — the trumpet's awful sound, Louder than a thousand thunders, Shakes the vast creation round !

How the summons Will the sinner's heart confound !

2 See the Judge, our nature wearing.

Clothed in majesty divine ! You, who long for his appearing, Then shall say, " This God is mine !"

Gracious Saviour, Own me in that day for thine !

3 At his call the dead awaken,

Kise to life from earth and sea ; All the powers of nature, shaken By his looks, prepare to flee :

Careless sinner. What will then become of thee ?

479. 8s, 7s, and 4.

1 Lo ! He comes ! with clouds descending,

Once for favored sinners slain ;

Thousand thousand saints attending,

Swell the ti'iumph of his train :

Hallelujah !— Jesus comes, — he comes to reign.

2 Every eye shall now l)ehold liim,

Kobed in dreadful majesty ;

\)\\ UF JUDGMENT, 369

Those who set at nought and sold him, Pierced and nailed him to the tree,

Deeply wailing, Shall the true Messiah see !

3 Lo ! the last long separation !

As the cleaving crowds divide ; And one dread adjudication Sends each soul to either side !

Lord of mercy ! How shall I that day abide !

480. 7s.

Dies Ir^. [Thirteenth Centxry.)

1 O THAT Day, that Day of ire. Told of prophet, when in fire, Shall a w^orld dissolv'd expire !

2 O what trembling agony. When his coming shall be nigh. Who shall all things judge and try !

3 When the trumpet's thrilling tone. Through the tombs of ages gone. Summons all before tlie throne.

4 Death and "Nature stand aghast, AVhen all creatures, at the blast, Rise to answer for the past.

5 Open then the book shall lie, All o'erwrit for every eye, With a world's iniquity.

16*

370 DAY OF JUDGMENT.

6 Then the Judge shall sit ! — oh ! then All that's hid shall be made plain, Unrequited nought remain.

T What then, wretched ! shall I plead, Who for me shall intercede. When the righteous scarce is freed ?

8 King of awful majesty ! Saving souls in mercy free ; Fount of pity, save thou me !

9 O remember, Lord, I pray,

I the cause Avas of thy way ; Do not lose me on that day !

10 Weary, seeking me, wast Thou, Thou for me in death didst bow — Be thy toils availing now !

11 Nought of thee my prayers can claim, Save, in thy free mercy's name.

Save me from the deathless flame !

12 Suppliant, fallen, low I bend. My bruis'd heart to ashes rend, Do not leave me in my end !

13 Full of tears the day shall prove, When, from ashes rising, move To the judgment guilty men — Spare, thou God of mercy ! then.

DAY OF JUDGMENT. 371

481. 7s.

(^Another Translation of the Saine.)

1 NiGHER still, and still more nigh Draws the day of prophecy, Doom'd to melt the earth and sky.

2 Oh, what trembling there shall be. When the world its Judge shall see, Coming in dread majesty !

3 Hark ! the trump, with thrilling tone, From sepulchral regions lone, Summons all before the throne :

4 Time and Death it doth appal, To see the buried ages all Rise to answer at the call.

5 What shall guilty I then plead ? Who for me will intercede. When the righteous comfort need ?

6 King of di-eadful majesty ! Who dost freely justify. Fount of pity ! save Thou me.

7 Recollect, O Love Divine ! 'Twas for this lost sheep of thine, Thou thy glory didst resign :

8 Satest wearied seeking me ; Sufferedst upon the tree : Let not vain thy labor be !

9 Judge of justice, hear my prayer ! Spare me. Lord, in mercy spare. Ere the reckoning-day appear !

372 ETERNITY.

10 Thou didst Mary's guilt forgive ; Didst the dying thief receive ; Hence doth hope within ine live.

11 Suppliant in the dust I lie ; Hear, O hear me graciously ;

Help me, Lord, when, death is nigh !

482. L. M.

1 The day of wrath ! that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away ! What power shall he the sinner's stay ? How shall he meet that dreadful day ?

2 When, shrivelling like a parched scroll. The flaming heavens together roll ; And louder yet, and yet more dread. Swells the high trump that wakes the dead !

3 Oh ! on that day — that wrathful day, AVhen man to judgment wakes from clay. Be Thou the trembling sinner's stay. Though heaven and earth shall pass away !

483. L.M. 81. (A. D. 1648.) 1 Eteknity ! Eternity !

How long art thou, Eternity ! And yet to thee Time hastes away, Like as tlie war-horse to the fray ; Or swift as couriers homeward go. Or ship to port, or shaft from bow. Ponder, O man, Eternity ! Eternity ! Eternity !

HEAVEN.

378

2 Eternity! Eternity!

How long art tliou, Eternity ! For even as on a perfect sphere, End nor beginning can appear, Even so, Eternity, in thee Entrance nor exit can there be. Ponder, O man. Eternity ! Eternity ! Eternity !

484. Ts.

Dies Vit.^. {Tioelfth Century.)

1 Lo, the Day — the Day of Life,

Day of nnimagin'd light, Day when Death itself shall die. And there shall be no more night.

2 Steadily that day approacheth.

When the just shall find their rest, When the wicked cease from troubling. And the patient reign most blest.

3 See the King, desir'd for ages.

By the just expected long; Long implorVl, at length he hasteth, Cometh with salvation strong.

4 O, how past all utt'rance happy.

Sweet and joyful it will be, When they who — unseen — have lov'd him, Jesus face to fiice shall see !

5 In that day, how good and pleasant,

This poor world to have despis'd ! And how mournful, and how bitter, Dear that lost world to have priz'd !

374 HEAVEN.

6 Ble>:sed then earth's patient mourneis,

Who for Christ have toiled and died, Driven by the world's roui>'h pressure, In these mansions to abide !

7 There shall be no sighs or weeping.

Not a shade of doubt or fear, No old age, no want or sorrow, Nothiui2r sick or lacking: there.

8 There the peace wnll be unl)rokeri.

Deep and solemn joy be shed ; Y<;)uth in fixdeless flower and freshness, And salvation perfected.

9 What will be the bliss and rapture

None can dream and none can tell, There to reign among the angels. In that heavenly home to dwell.

10 To those realms, just Judge, O call me. Deign to open that blest gate, Thou whom, seeking, looking, longing, I, with eager hope, await !

485. 6s.

[Seven fee nth Century.)

O Christ, how good and fair Will l)e my portion, where Thine eyes on me shall rest. And make me fully blest ; When from this narrow earth To Thee I shall spi'ing ft)i'tli !

HEAVEN.

375

2 What joy, iinmix'd and full, Thou treasure of the soul, When, in that home above, Thy heart speaks out its love To all made one with thee — My brothers. Lord, and me !

3 What glorious light will shine Forth from thy face divine, Which in that life untold Then first I shall behold ! How will thy goodness free Fill me with ecstasy !

4 Lips, whence such words have stream'd ! Eyes, whence such pity beam'd !

Side, wounded once for me ! All, all I then shall see ! With rev'rent rapture greet Thy pierced hands and feet !

5 O thou poor passing earth ! What are thy treasures worth Beside those heavenly crowns, And more than golden thrones, Which Christ hath treasur'd there For those who please him here ?

6 This is the angels' land. Where all the blessed stand ; Here I hear nought but sinking. See all with gladness springing ; Here is no cross, no sorrow,

No parting on the morrow !

376 HEAVEN.

7 When shall that joy begin ? When wilt thou call me in ? Thon knowest ! hnt my feet Press onward thee to meet ; And my heart, day by day, Bears me to thee away.

486. C. M.

1 Eaeth has ei\2;'ross'd my love too long !

'Tis time I lift mine eyes Upward, dear Father, to thy throne, And to my native skies.

2 There the blest Man, my Saviour, sits :

The God ! how l^right he shines ! And scatters infinite delights On all the happy minds.

3 Seraphs, with elevated sti'ains.

Circle the throne around; And move and charm the starry plains With an immortal sound.

4 Jesus, the Lord, their harps employs :

Jesus, my love, they sing ! Jesus, the life of all our joys, Sounds sweet fi-om ev'ry string.

5 Now let me mount and join their song,

And be an angel, too ; My heart, my hand, my ear, my tongue, Here's joyful work for you.

HEAVEN",

6 I would begin the music here, And so my soul sliould rise ; Oil, for some heav'nly notes to bear My passions to tlie skies.

487. L. M.

1 There is a world we have not seen.

Which time shall never dare destroy. Where mortal footstep hath not been. Nor car hath caught its sounds of joy.

2 There is a region lovelier far

Than sages tell, or poets sing, Brighter than summer beauties are. And softer than the tints of spring.

3 It is all holy and serene,

The land of glory and repose ; And there, to dim the radiant scene, The tear of sorrow never flows.

488. c. M.

1 There is a place of sacred rest,

Far, far beyond the skies. Where beauty smiles eternally.

And pleasure never dies ; — My Father's house, my heavenly home.

Where " many mansions" stand. Prepared, by hands divine, for all

Who seek the better land.

2 In that pure home of tearless joy

Earth's parted friends shall meet,

378 HEAVEX.

Witli smiles of love that never ftide,

And blessedness complete : There, there, adieus are sounds unknown ;

Death frowns not on that scene, But life and glorious beauty shine,

Untroubled and serene.

489. C. M.

1 Jerusalem ! my happy home !

Name ever dear to me ! When shall my labors have an end. In joy, and peace, in thee ?

2 Oh ! when, thou city of my God,

Shall I thy courts ascend. Where evermore the angels sing. Where Sabbaths have no end ?

3 There happier bowers than Eden's Idoom,

Nor sin nor sorrow know : Blest seats ! through rude and stormy scenes, I onward press to you.

4 Why should I shrink at pain and woe ?

Or feel at death dismay ? I've Canaan's goodly land in view. And realms of endh;ss day.

5 Jerusalem, ray glorious home !

My soul still pants for thee ; Then shall my labors have an end, When I tliy joys shall see.

HEAVEN. 379

490. 7s.

1 High in yonder realms of liglit

Dwell tlie raptur'd saints above, Far beyond our feeble sight, Blessed in Immanuers love.

2 Happy spirits ! ye are fled,

Where no grief can entrance find, Lnll'd to rest the aching head, SoothVl the anguish of the mind !

3 All is tranquil and serene,

Cahn and undisturV)'d repose — There no cloud can intervene — There no angry tempest blows !

4 Ev'ry tear is wip\l away.

Sighs no more shall heave the breast ; Night is lost in endless day — Sorrow — in eternal rest !

491. 7s.

Who are these in bright array ?

This innumerable throng, Round the altar, night and day

Tuning their triumphant song ? Woi'thy is the Lamb once slain.

Blessing, honor, glory, power, Wisdom, riches, to obtain ;

New dominion every hour.

380 HEAVEN.

2 These tlirougli fieiy trials trod ;

These from great affliction came ; Now before the throne of God,

Seal'd with his eternal Name : Clad in raiment pure and white,

Victor palms in every hand, Throngh their great Redeemer's might

More than conquerors they stand.

8 Hunger, thirst, disease unknown,

On immortal fi-uits they feed ; Them the Lamb amidst the throne

Shall to living fountains lead: Joy and gladness banish sighs.

Perfect love dispels their fears ; And, forever from their eyes

God shall wipe away the tears.

DOXOLOGIES.

1. L. M.

Praise God, from wliom all blessings flow ! Praise him, all creatures here below ! Praise him above, ye heavenly host ! Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost !

2. C. M.

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The God whom we adore.

Be glory, as it was, is now. And shall be evermore.

3. CM. Double.

The God of mercy be ador'd. Who calls our souls from death,

Who saves by his redeeming word, And new-creating breath ;

To praise the Father and the Son, And Spirit, all divine —

The One in Three, and Three in One- Let saints and angels join.

382 DOXOLOGIES.

4. S. M.

Glory to God on hig-h !

All praise and glory be To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

Through all eternity.

5. H. M.

To God the Father's throne Your highest honors raise ;

Glory to God tlie Son ; To God the Spirit praise ;

With all our powers, eternal King,

Thy name we sing, while faith adores.

6. L. P. M.

Now to the great and sacred Three, The Father, Son, and Spirit, be

Eternal praise and glory given, — Through all the worlds where God is known. By all the angels near the throne.

And all the saints in earth and heaven !

7. C. P. M.

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

The God whom heaven's triumphant host

And saints on earth adore ; Be glory as in ages past. As now it is, and so shall last

When time shall be no more.

DOXOLOGIES. 383

8. 7s.

Peaise tlie name of God Most Higli ; Praise liiiir, all below the sky ; Praise him, all ye heavenly host — Father, Son, and Holy Grhost !

9. Ys. 61.

Praise the name of God Most High ; Praise him, all below the sky ; Praise hira, all ye heavenly host — ■ Father, Son and Holy Ghost ! As through countless ages past. Evermore his praise shall last.

10. 8s and 7s.

Praise the Father, earth and heaven, Praise the Son, the Spirit praise,

As it was, and is, be given Glory through eternal days.

1.1. 8s and 7s.

Lord, thy glory fills the heaven.

Earth is with its fullness stor'd ; Unto thee l^e glory given.

Holy, holy, holy Lord ! Heaven is still with glory ringing.

Earth takes up the angels' cry, " Holy, holy, holy," singing,

" Lord of hosts, the Lord most high !"

384 DOXOLOGIES.

12. 8s, 7s and 4.

Geeat Jehovali, we adore tliee, God the Father, God the Son,

God the Spirit, joined in glory On the same eternal throne ;

Endless praises To Jehovah, Three in One !

13. 7s and 6s. Iambic.

Eteeistal praise l^e given.

And songs of highest worth, By all the hosts of heaven.

And all the saints on earth. To God, supreme confessed,

To Christ, his only Son, And to the Spirit blessed.

Eternal Three in One.

14. 6s and 4s.

To the great One in Three, The highest praises be, - Hence evermore ; His sovereign majesty May we in glory see, And to eternity Love and adore.

15. lis.

Come, let us adore Him ; come, bow at his feet ; O give him the glory, the praise that is meet ; Let joyful hosannas unceasing arise, And join the full chorus that gladdens the skies.

INDEX OF FIRST LINES.

FAOB

*A hymn of glory let us sing Bede. 73

A pool- wayfaring man of grief Montgomery. 217

Abide with me, fast falls the eventide Lytc. 244--

Abide with us, and still unfold Raffle-'^. 72

According to thy gracious word Montgomery. 271

Alas ! how poor and little worth . . From the Spanish ; Longfellow. 310

All hail the power of Jesus' name Duncan. 87

All ye nations, praise the Lord Montgomery. 112

*A11 ye who seek a certain cure Lyra Catholica.\ 150-

*Amid the deepest shades of night Jaiie Taylor. 289

And canst thou, sinner, slight IIyde.\ 161

And let this feeble body fail G. Wesley. 329

*And now that years have sped away Latrohe. 293

Angel, roll the rock away T. Scott. 7 1

Angels, from the realms of glory Montgomery. 45

Another hand is beckoning us \Miittier. 344

Another six days' work is done Stennett. 99

Around Bethesda's healing wave Barton. 57

As fail the waters from the deep Montgomery. 315

As midst the ever-rolling sea Bowring. 358

As much have I of worldly good Conder. 227

As on the verge of youth ray mind Merrick. 35

As o'er the past ray memory strays Middleton. 169

*As the good shepherd tends his care Pope.\ 277

*As the harp-strings only render Adam of St Victor. 249-

Asleep in Jesus — blessed sleep Mrs. Machay 363

*At evening, when his toils were o'er Montgomery. 77

Author of good, to thee we turn Merrick. 36

Awake, and sing the song Hammond. 183

Awake, my soul, and with the sun Kerr. 125

Awake, my soul, lift up thine eyes Mrs. Barbaidd. 207

Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve Doddridge. 209

Awake, my soul, to joyful lays Medley. 181

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PAGE

Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes Doddridge. 308

Awaked by Sinai's awful sound Occum. 170

Be J03'ful in God, all ye lands of the earth Afontgomery. Ill

Be still, my heart, these anxious cares , . . . .Neivton. 247

Begin, my soul, the exalted lay Ogilvie. 7

Behold a stranger at the door Gregg- 154

Behold the path that mortals tread 316

Behold the western evening light Peabody. 337

Behold where, in a mortal form Enfield. 79

Bestow, O Lord, upon our youth Cowper.\ 289

Beyond, beyond that boundless sea Conder. 10

Beyond where Cedron's waters flow <S'. F. Smith. 63

Blessed are the sons of God .... 235

Blessed night, when first that plain Bonar. 47

Blest V;e the tie that binds Fawcett. 221

Blest Comforter Divine 94

Blest hour when mortal man retires Bafffes. 98

Blest is the man whose softening heart 3fr.s. Barbauld. 219

Blow ye the trumpet, blow 153

*Bound upon the accursed tree Mil)nan.\ 69

Bread of the world, in mercy broken Heber. 271

Brightest and best of the sons of the morning Heber. 49

*Brother, thou art gone before us Mil)nan.\ 350

By cool Siloam's shady rill Mi/man. 291

Calm on the bosom of thy God Mrs. Hemann. 344

Calm, on the listening ear of night Sear.t. 44

*Champion of Jesus ! man of God ! Brydges. 348

*Child, by God's sweet mercy given Fphraem Syriis. 342

Come, Holy Spirit, come 93

Come, 0 tliou Traveller unknown C. Wesley. 186

-Come, trembling sitmer, in whose breast Jo7ies.\ 163

Come, weary souls, with sins distressed Mrs. Steele. 151

Come, ye disconsolate, where'er you languish Mo(>rt.\ 147

Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched IIart.\ 162

Conmiit thou all thy griefs Paid Gerhard. 241

Could my heart so hard remain JVewtoii. 193

Creator Spirit ! by whose aid Drydcn. 91

*Dark the night — the sun will wake Latrobe. 236

Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness 283

Daugliter of Zion, from the dust Montgomery. 281

Day of Judgment ! Day of wonders! Newton. 368

Dear as thou wert, and justly dear Dale. 339

INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 387

PAOE

Dear Refuge of my weary soul Mrs. Steele. 246

Dear Saviour, if these lambs should stray 270

Death rides on every passing breeze Heber. 313

Deathless principle, arise Toplady. 332

Deep are the wounds that sin hath made Mm. Steele. 149

Delay not, delay not, O sinner, draw near Hastings. 156

Depart awhile, each thought of care J. Hughes. 116

Earth has engrossed my love too long Watts. 376

*Earth to earth, and dust to dust Croly.\ 349

Earth, with her ten thousand flowers 24

*Ere men adored, or angels knew Mrs. Rome. 22

E'^ernal Wisdom, Thee we praise Watts. 19

*Eternity ! Eternity Wulfer. 872

*Eye of God's Word! wliere'er we turn Keble.\ 139

*Faint not, poor traveller, though thy way Norton. 238

*Fair as the moon, when in the skies 260

Far, far o'er hill and dell 345

Far from the world, O Lord, I flee Cuwper. 203

Father, how wide Thy glory sliines Watts. 39

*Father of all ! My Father too Dickson. 286

Father of all ! whose care extends Pope.\ 123

Father of mercies, in Thy Word Mrs. Steele. 140

Father, Tiiy gentle cliastisement H. Wnre, Jr. 249

*Father, Thy will, not mine, be done Montgomery. 317

"Father, to us Thy iSon reveal Montgomery. 79

Father, whate'er of earthly bliss Mrs. Steele. 201

Few are thy days, and full of woe Logan. 312

*Flee from the wrath to come Montgoiiiery. 170

Forever with the Lord Montgomery. 362

*For us, the bitter Cross He bore 64

Fountain of life and living breath John Quarles. 39

Frequent the day of God returns Browne. 120

Friend after friend departs Montgomery. 356

From every stormy wind that blows Stoioell. 204

From Greenland's icy mountains Heber. 279

From Jesse's root behold a Branch arise Pope. 51

From his low bed of mortal dust 346

Gently, Lord, O gently lead us Hastings. 202

Glorious things of Thee are spoken Newton. 262

Glory to God on high 89

Glory to Thee, my God, this night Ken. 1 32

Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime Montgomery. 349

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PAGE

God is our refuge and defence Montgomer]i.\ lot;

God of my life, to Thee I call Coivper. 245

*God of the earth's extended plains Peabody. 13

Grace! 'tis a charming sound Doddridge. 185

Grateful notes and numbers bring 189

Great God, this sacred day of Tliine Mrs. Steele. 102

Great God ! what do I see and hear Luther. 367

Great God, with wonder and with praise Watts. 141

Guide me, O thou great Jehovah From a Welsh Ili/mn. 202

Hail the day that saw Him rise Madan. 75

Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning Haxthigs. 284

Hail to the Loi'd's anointed Montgomery. 274

Hark, hark, the notes of joy 44

Hark, how he prays! — the charming sound Watts. 65

Hark, the glad sound, the Saviour comes Doddridge. 54

Hark, the lierald angels say 72

Hark, the herald angels sing C. Wesley. 46

Hark, the song of jubilee Montgomery. 284

Hark, the voice of love and mercy Francis. 68

*Hark, 'tis the breeze of twilight calling Moore. 135

Hai-k, what mean those holj' voices Caicood. 43

Hasten, 0 sinner, to be wise T. Seott. 157

Have mercy on me, O my God Montgomery. 146

*rie climbed the mountain, and behold Montgomery. 52

He dies, the Friend of sinners dies Wattx.] 70

He lives, the grt^at Redeemer lives Mrs. Steele. 86

*IIe looked to heaven, and sadly sighed Keble.^ 58

Heal us, Immanuel, here we stand Cowper. 59

, *IIeaven is my roof, earth is my floor Baxter. 228

High in yonder realms of light Raffles. 379

Ho, every one that thirsts, draw nigh 148

*Holy Spirit, in my breast 93

Holy Spirit ! Love Divine 95

Holy Giiost, with light divine Reed. 95

*How are thy servants blest, O Lord Addison. 295

How beauteous were the marks divine Coxe. 80

How beauteous the sight Montgomery. 1 17

How blest are they whose transient years Norton. 345

How blest the righteous wh-en they die Mrs. Barhauld. 336

How blest tiie sacred tie that binds Mrs. Barhanld. 222

How deep and tranquil is the joy Reed. 225

How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord Kirkhnm. 174

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How glorious is our Ileavenl^^ King Wattx. '2S7

How happy is he born and tauglit Wotton.\ 226

How happy is the pilgrim's lot ./. Wesley. 229

How helpless guilty nature lies Mrs. Steele. 143

How long sometimes a day appears Jaiie Taylor. 288

How long the time since Christ began Heber. 167

How lovely are thy dwellings fair Milton. 108

How sweet, how heavenly is the sight Swain. 220

How sweet to bless the Lord 117

How sweetly flowed the Gospel's sound Bowring. bb

I cannot always trace the waj^ 23

I cast above my tearful eyes , Koscoe. 256

*I gave up to the heavens above Latrobe.\ 23

*I know that ray Redeemer lives Latrobe. 327

I left the God of truth and light Montgomery. 166

I love thy kingdom, Lord , Dwig/it. 267

*1 love to sing of that great Power 179

*I read Thj' name emblazoned high Jfrs. Barbauhl. 10

*I see Him in his works of might Latrobe. 17

*I shine in the light of God 361

I sing the almighty power of God Watts. 12

*I think upon the gentle mould Latrobe. 364

I would not live alway, I ask not to sta\' Muhlenberg. 321

If human kindness meets return Noel. 270

If in a temple made with hands • Lamport. 100

Immortal King ! through earth's wide frame Merrick. 25

In all my Lord's appointed ways Ryland. 208

In darkness willingly I strayed 192

In sleep's serene oblivion laid Hawkesworth. 126

*In the hour when thoughts ari-se Latrobe. 248

*In the morning hear my voice Montgomery. 132

*Iu the waste howling wilderness Keble.\ 259

In thy courts, O Lord, assembling Kelly. 103

In vain I trace creation o'er Mrs. Steele. 201

It is not death to die Bethune. 328

Jehovah God, thy gracious power John Tlwmson. 18

Jerusalem, my happy home 378

Jesus, and shall it ever be Gregg. 207

Jesus, I know, hath died for me 177

Jesus, I my cross have taken 232

Jesus, Lover of my soul G. Wesley. 182

Jesus, the very thought of thee Bernard. 180

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Jesus, thy robe of righteousness Zinzendorf. 18-1

*Jesiis, who is all my trust. . .Louim Henrietta of Brandenburg. 175

Joy is a fruit that will not grow Newton. 234

Just as I am, without one plea Charlotte Elliot. 164

Lamb of God ! whose bleeding love C. Wesley. 273

*Leave God to order all thy ways. Neianarck. 240

Let me go, the day is breaking Moiitgouiery. 334

Let saints below in concert sing C. Weslei/. 223

Let Zion's watchmen all awake Doddridge. 268

*Lift up thine eyes, afflicted soul Montgomery. 237

Lo, God is here, let us adore , . ..../. Wede.y.\ 101

Lo, He comes, with clouds descending 368

*Lo ! my Shepherd's hand divine Merrick. 27

*Lo ! the Day— the Day of life 373

Lo ! what a cloud of witnesses 209

*^Lo ! where His thunder's voice Latrobe.\ 299

Lord, dismiss us with thj- blessing Burder. 122

Lord, how delightful 'tis to see ... Watts. 287

Lord, I believe, thy power I own Wreford. 191

Lord, it belongs not to my care Baxter. 250

Lord, let tne know mine end Montgomery. 316

Lord of earth, thy forming hand R. Grant. 190

Lord, we come to ask thy blessing Codman. 295

Lord, what olfering shall we bring /. Taylor. 216

Love Divine, all love excelling C. Wenley. 198

May I remember. Lord, to thee Montgomery. 251

*Merey and goodness, O my God ifontgomery. 33

My days, my weeks, my months, my years Green. 312

My faith looks up to thee R. Palmer. 173

*My God, accept my heart this day Brydges. 265

My God, all nature owns thy sway Miss II. M. Williams. 302

*M}^ God, beneath Thy watching ej-e Montgomery. 131

My God, I thank Thee ! may no thought Norton. 254

My God, the covenant of Thy love Doddridge. 252

My God, Thy boundless love I praise Henry Moore. 25

Mj- prayer hath power with God : the grace C. Wesley. 186

*My Saviour, what Thou didst of old De La Motte Fonque. 60

New every morning is the love KeMe.\ 124

*Nigher still, and still more nigh Thomas of Celano. 371

*Night is the time to weep Montgomery. S07

No war, nor battle's sound Milton. \ 40

No bitter tears for thee be shed Mrs. Hemans. 340

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Not for the pious dead we weep Mrs. Barbauld. 360

Not he whose baseless hope relies '^14

*Not in the world of light alone Holmes. 19

Not seldom, clad in radiant vest Wordmorth, 234

Not to the Mount that burned with fire Montgomery. 104

Now begin the heavenly theme Longford. 88

*Now doth the sun ascend the sky Lgra Catholica. 127

Now is the accepted time Dohell. 155

Now let our souls, on wings sublime 107

*Now rests her soul in Jesus' arms Allendorff.\ 352

O bless the Lord, my soul 33

O blest Creator of the light Lyra Catholica. 127

O cease, my wandering soul 263

*0 Charity, who from above Moore. 216

*0 Christ, how good and fair Suggested by Gerhard. 374

Oh, could 1 speak the matchless worth Medley. 89

Oh, deem not they are blest alone Bryant. 255

Oh for a closer walk with God Cowper. 195

Oh for a heart to praise my God G. Wedey. 199

Oh, from the world's vile slavery Gotterill. 196

O God, my strength, my hope C. Wesley.\ 199

O God of Bethel, by whose hand Logan. 37

O God, Thou art my God alone Montgomery. 191

*0 God, unseen but not unknown Montgomery. 323

O happy day, that fixed my choice Doddridge.^ 266

O happy is the man who hears Logan. 224

O happy soul, that lives on high Watts. 229

Oh, help us, Lord, each hour of need Milmau. 61

*0 Holy Ghost! Thou Fire Divine King Robert of France. 92

O how kindly did our Lord 195

O Israel, who is like to thee 230

O let my trembling soul be still Bowring. 239

O Lord, my best desire fulfil Cowper. 246

O Lord, our languid souls inspire 107

O Sacred Head, now wounded Paul Gerhard. 67

0 Spirit of the living God 3fontgomery. 281

*0h, sweet was the voice of the Fii-st-born of Heaven. . .Heber. 86

*:0h, that Day 1 that Day of ire Thomas of Celano. 369

Oh that my heart were right with Thee Toplady. 19'r-

Oh that my load of sin were gone G. Wesley. 169

*0 Thou great Power, in whom I move. . , Wotton.\ 326

0 Thou to whom all creatures bow Tate — Brady. 26

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-*0 Thou true life of all that lives Li/ra Vatholka. \Zb

*0 Tliou unknown, Almighty Cause Composite. 325

O Thou who dry'st the mourner's tear J\Ioorc.\ '253

O Thou who hear'st the prayer of faith Topladi/. Itj5

*0 Thou who, though with veiled face 64

O time ! how few thy value weigh T. Scoft. 155

Oh, turn, great Ruler of the skies Merrick. 193

Oh ! 'twas a joyful sound to hear 7'ate — Brady. 109

*0h, what is life? 'tis like a flower 318

-Oh, where are kings and empires now Uoxe.\ 259

Oh, where shall rest be found Jlontgovtcri/. 142

*0h, why should the spirit of mortal be proud Knox. 314

Oft, in the visions of the night J^. Scott. 32

Our Father God, who art in heaven Jiuhon. 1 1 9

Our heavenly Father, hear Montgomery. 118

Our path-way oft is wet with tears Barton. 23(j

Our willing feet shall stand Montgomery. 110

O'er mountain tops the mount of God Logan. 270

O'er the gloomy hills of darkness Williams. 280

O'er the realms of pagan darkness Cotterill. 277

Parting soul ! tlie flood awaits thee Edmeston. 332

Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan 147

People of the living God Montgomery. 2ti4

Pilgrim, burden'd with thy sin 149

*Praise Him, all ye hosts above Montgomery. 113

Praise, oh, praise the name Divine Merrick. 117

Praise ye the Lord, let praise employ Mr». Steele. 112

Praise ye the Lord, on every height Mm. Hematia. 1 13

Prayer is the soul's sincere desire Mo7itgomery. 2<>5

Religion's yoke is soft and light Montgomery.\ 224

Restore, 0 Father, to our times restore 220

Return, my soul, unto thy rest Montgomery. 205

Return, O wanderer, return Collyer. 1(53

Rise, crowned with light, imperial Salem, rise Pope. 203

Rise, glorious Conqueror, rise Brydges. 74

Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings Ceimick. 281

Rise, O my soul, pursue the path Needham. 210

Rock of ages, cleft for me Toplady. 192

*Sacrcd Head, so bruised and wounded Bernard. GO

Saviour, Source of every blessing Robinson.\ 182

*See liow, beneath the moonbeam's smile Moore. 315

See from Zion's sacred mountain Kellii.\ 278

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See Israel's gentle Sliepherd stand Doddridge. 269

Servant of God, well done Montgomery. 347

Shall man, the lord of nature Heber. 305

Since all the varying scenes of time • • Hervey. 38

Sing, ye redeemed of the Lord • • Doddridge. 233

Sinners! turn— why will ye die /. Wedey. 159

Sinners ! will you scorn the message Allen.\ 159

Slowly, by God's hand unfurled Fnrness. 136

So fades the lovely blooming flower Mrs. Steele. 339

Softly, now, the light of day Doane. 135

Soil not thy plumage, gentle dove Brydges. 128—

Soldiers of Christ, arise— And put C. Wesley. 211

Soldiers of Christ, arise— The God Lyra Catholica. 211

Spirit Divine, attend our prayer Reed. 91

Spirit, leave thy house of clay .Montgomery.^ 335

Spirit of power and might, behold Montgomery. 278

*Sun, moon, and stars, by day and night Montgomery. 285

Sun of my soul ! Thou Saviour dear Kehle. 133

Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright Herbert.^ 305

Sweet is the light of Sabbath eve Edmeston. 121

Sweet the moments, i-ich in blessing 272

Sweet was the time when first I felt Newton. 194

Take comfort, Cliristians, when your friends 356

That once-loved form, now cold and dead Mrs. Steele. 340

The broken ties of happier days Montgomery. 254

The day approaches, O my soul Doddridge. 144

The day of wrath, that dreadful day W. Scott. 372

The dead are like the stars by day Barton. 358

Tlie earth, thou Majesty divine 212

*Thee in the watches of the niglit Montgomery. 137

The festal morn, my God, is come Merrick, from Zuinger. 96

*Tlie glories of our birth and state Shirley.^ 311

The God of Abraham praise Oliver. 188

*The God of nature and of grace Montgomery. 15

*The God of love my Shepherd is Herbert. 30

*The heart of childhood is all mirth KtUe. 2112

The hour of my departure's come Logan. 331

The leaves around me falling 3(i4

The Lord descended from above SlernJiold. 21

The Lord in trouble hear thee Lyte. 119

The Lord is King, lift up thy voice Conder. 21

The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall 1 kwow . Montgomery. 29

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The Lord my pasture shall prepare Addison. 28

The Lord our God is full of might H. K. White. 20

The Lord our God is Lord of all H. K. White. 10

The mellow eve is gliding 306

The mighty fl'ood that rolls along Logan. 313

The mourners came at break of day Miss S. T*. Adams. 354

Tlie Saviour, when to heaven he rose Doddridge.] 268

The sjiacious firmament on high Addison. 9

The Spirit in our hearts 153

*The storm is busy in the sky Latrobe. 300

Tiie tempter to my soul bath said Montgoinerg. 242

The world lay hushed in elumber deep ('ampbell. 47

There is a ealm for those who weep Moyitgomeri/. 320

*Ther(! is a calm the poor in spirit know 258

Tlicre is a fountain fill'd with blood Cou<per.\ 174

There is a place of sacred rest A'. Tambull. 377

*There is a star that gilds the gloom Mrs. Thayer.] 257

There is a state unknown, unseen Jane Taylor. 204

*There is a world we have not seen 377

Tliere is an hour of peaceful rest Tappan. 322

*They all are gone to the world of light Vanghan.\ 359

Tiiey that toil upon the deq) Montgomery. 298

Thine earthly Sabba-tiis, Lord, we love Doddridge.] 121

*This mortal life will soon be past Montgomery.] 319

This place is holy ground Montgomery. 338

This world, O Lord, like tliat above Madame Guyon.] 17

*Thou, all given up to woe 65

Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee. .Heber. 352

*Tlioa art gone up on high 82

♦Thou'rt mine, yes, still tiiou art my own .Panl Gerhard.] 341

Tluni art my hiding-place. O Lord Kajfles. 178

Thou art, O God, the life and light Moore. 12

Thou art the Waj', to thee alone Doane. 184

Thou hidden Love of God, whose height C. Wesley. 197

Thou hidden soui'ce of calm repose C. Wesley. 187

Thou who didst stoop below 83

niouirh I walk tlie downward shade Montgomery. 327

Tiiounh sorrows rise and dangers roll Heber.] 168

Thrice htippy souls, who, born of heaven Doddridge. 226

Through ail the changing scenes of life Tale. 34

Tlirough life's vajiors dimly seeing Vonder. 324

Through sorrow's night, and danger's path //. A'. White.] 365

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Thy glory. Lord, the heavens declare Montganiery. 8

Thy lieaven, on which 'tis bliss to look Mowe. 15

Thy law is perfect, Lord of light Montgomery. 138

Thy waj-, O God, is in the sea Fawcet. 38

Thy will be done — I will not fear Roscoe. 252

*Thy \Vord,0 Lord, like gentle dews From the German.^ 140

*'Tis enough, the hour is come Merrick. 53

To Him who loved the souls of men 274

To Thee all angels cry aloud Patrick. 114

To thy temple I repair Montgomery. 99

*To us, to every human heart Montgomery. 215

*Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky Campbell. 301

Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb Wattft. 351

Vital spark of heavenly flame Pope. 385

"Wait, O my soul, thy Maker's will Beddome. 244

Waked by the trumpet's sound 145

Watchman, tell us of the night Bowring. 48

*We saw thee not, when Thou didst tread Price.^ 77

*Weep not for those whom the veil of the tomb Moore.^ 343

Welcome, sweet day of rest WattK.\ 97

*What change within us one short hour Trench.\ 206

What is the thing of greatest price Montgomery. 143

* What though the solid rocks be rout Pitt. 261

When all thy mercies, 0 my God Addison. 31

When, as returns this solemn da}- 3Irs. Barbauld. 101

When bending o'er the brink of life Collyer. 325

When brighter suns and milder skies Peabody. 303

*When constant Faith and holy Hope shall die Prim: 215

When gathering clouds around I view R. Grant. 84

*When God, of old, came down from heaven Keble. 105

*When heavy on this troubled breast Raffes. 257

When he who, from the scourge of wrong Bryant. 365

*When I behold the heavens on high 3Iontgmnery. 27

When in these courts we seek thy face 3{ontgomery.\ 103

When Israel, of the Lord beloved W. Scott. 301

When Jordan hushed his waters still Campbell. 41

When languor and disease invade Toplady. 14:2,

When life, as opening buds, is sweet Mrn. Barbauld. 319

When, like a stranger on our sphere Montgomery, j; 62

When, marshalled on the niglitly plain H. K. White. 50

When musing sorrow weeps the past Noel. 243

When power divine, in mortal form J. E. Smith. 58

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Wlien rising from the bed of death. Addison. 145

When shall we all meet again 3U9

*When sinks my soul, oppressed with care Th<ymso7i.\ 56

When streaming from the eastern skies R. Grant. 130

When the harvest is past, and the summer is gone. .S. F. Smith. 158

* When tlie old seer, by vision led Hogg. 52

Wiien the last trumpet's awful voice 366

When the spark of life is waning Dale. 330

When the worn spirit wants repose • • Edmeston. 97

When this passing world is done McCheyne.. 176

When through the torn sail tlie wild tempest is streaming. . ITefier. 297

When thy mortal life is fled &. F. Smith. 160

When, with my mind devoutlj' pressed Browne. 171

Whene'er the angry passions rise Mrs. Steele. 81

*Where'er I gaze below Latrobe. 129

Where high the heavenly temple stands Logan. 85

* Where is tlie aspect more than heaven serene. .From the Italian. 69

While shepherds watched their flocks by night Tate. 42

Whilst Thee I seek, protecting Power Miss H. M. Williams. 122

While, with ceaseless course, the sun Newton. 308

Who are these in bright array Montgomery. 379

AVho, O Lord, when life is o'er Lyte. 213

*Who that hath ever been Montgomery. 318

Why do we mourn departing friends Watt'<.\ 350

Why lament the Christian dying 354

Wliy, on the bending willows hung 282

Why should our tears in sorrow flow 355

Why should we weep for those who die Mrs. Gilbert. 357

Wide, ye heavenly gates, unfold 213

*Within this awful volume lies W. Scott. 1 38

With one consent, let all the eartli late — Brady. 1 1 ()

Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell Doddridge. 330

Ye hearts, with youthful vigor warm Doddridge. 290

*Ye holy angels bright Baxter.\ 115

Ye who in his courts are found 148

Ye wretched, liungry, starving poor Mrs. Steele. 152

Yet a few year.«, or days, perhaps Hatvkesworth. 310

Your harps, ye trembling saints Toplady. 239

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