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HYMNS AND TUNES
PUBLIC, SOCIAL,
FAMILY WORSHIP,
BALTIMORE : T. NEWTON KURTZ,
PUBLISHER, BOOKSELLER, AND STATIONER,
Xo. 151 PRATT STREET.
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Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1856, by
T. NEWTON KURTZ,
in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States for the Eastern District of Maryland.
STEREOTYPED BY L. JOHNSOX & CO. PHILADELPHIA.
C. SHERMAN & SOJT PRLNTER8.
HYMNS AND TUNES.
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Praise to God in the morning.
1 LORD of my life, 0 may thy praise
Employ my noblest powers, Whose goodness lengthens out my days And fills the circling hours !
2 Preserved by thine Almighty arm,
I pass the shades of night, Serene and safe from every harm, And see returning light.
3 While many spent the night in sighs,
And restless pains and woes, In gentle sleep I closed mine eyes And undisturb'd repose.
MORNING HYMNS. 417
4 "When sleep, death's semblance, o'er me spread,
And I unconscious lay, Thy watchful care was round my bed To guard my feeble clay.
5 0 let the same almighty care
My waking hours attend ; From every trespass, every snare, My heedless steps defend.
6 Smile on my minutes as they roll,
And guide my future days ; And let thy goodness fill my soul With gratitude and praise.
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1 ONCE more, my soul, the rising day
Salutes thy waking eyes ; Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay To Him who rules the skies.
2 Night unto night his name repeats ;
The day renews the sound, Wide as the heavens on which he sits To turn the seasons round.
3 'Tis he supports my mortal frame ;
My tongue shall speak his praise ; My sins would rouse his wrath to flame, And yet his wrath delays.
4 How many wretched souls have fled
Since the last setting sun ! And yet thou lengthenest out my thread, And yet my moments run.
5 Great God, let all my hours be thine,
While I enjoy the light; Then shall my sun in smiles decline, ^ And bring a peaceful night.
418 MORNING HYMNS.
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Pursues his shining way ; And wide proclaims his Maker's praise, With every brightening ray.
2 Thus would my rising soul
Its Heavenly Parent sing ; And to its great Original The humble tribute bring.
3 Serene, I laid me down
Beneath his guardian care : I slept, and I awoke, and found My kind Preserver near.
MORNING HYMNS. 419
4 0 how shall I repay
The bounties of my God ?
This feeble spirit pants beneath
The pleasing, painful load.
5 Dear Saviour, to thy cross
I bring my sacrifice : Cleansed by thy blood, it shall ascend With fragrance to the skies.
6 My life I would anew
Devote, 0 Lord, to thee ; And in thy service I would spend A long eternity.
S. M.
Prayer for spiritual light.
1 WE lift our hearts to Thee,
Thou Day-Star from on high ; The sun itself is but thy shade, Yet cheers both earth and sky.
2 0 let thy rising beams
Dispel the shades of night ; And let the glories of thy love Come like the morning light.
3 How beauteous nature now !
How dark and sad before ! With joy we view the pleasing change, And nature's God adore.
4 May we this life improve
To mourn for errors past ; And live this short revolving day As if it were our last.
420 MORNING HYMNS.
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1 AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run ; Shake off dull sloth — and joyful rise To pay thy morning sacrifice.
2 Glory to Thee, who safe hast kept, And hast refreshed me while I slept : Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, I may of endless life partake.
3 Direct, control, suggest this day, All I design, or do, or say ;
That all my powers, with all their might, In thy sole glory may unite.
MORNING HYMNS. 421
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1 GOD of the morning, at thy voice
The cheerful sun makes haste to rise, And like a giant doth rejoice
To run his journey through the skies.
2 0 like the sun, may I fulfil
Th' appointed duties of the day; With ready mind, and active will,
March on, and keep my heavenly way.
3 Lord, thy commands are clean and pure,
Enlightening our beclouded eyes ; Thy threatenings just — thy promise sure; Thy gospel makes the simple wise.
4 Give me thy counsels for my guide,
And then receive me to thy bliss; All my desires and hopes beside
Are faint and cold compared with this.
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Morning.
1 ARISE, my soul ! with rapture rise !
And, filPd with love and fear, adore The awful Sovereign of the skies,
Whose mercy lends me one day more.
2 And may this day, indulgent Power !
Not idly pass, or fruitless be ; But may each swiftly flying hour Still nearer bring my soul to thee !
3 But cam it be, that Power divine
Is throned in light's unbounded blaze, And countless worlds and angels join To swell the glorious song of praise 1
4 And will he deign to lend an ear,
When I, poor abject mortal, pray ?
Yes, boundless goodness ! he will hear
Nor cast the meanest wretch away.
5 Then let me serve thee all my days,
And may my zeal with years increase ; For pleasant, Lord, are all thy ways, And all thy paths are paths of peace. 36
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1 ONCE more my eyes behold the day, And to my God my soul would pay
Its tributary lays : 0 may the life preserved by thee, "With all its powers and blessings, be
Devoted to thy praise.
2 Beneath the shadow of thy wings, Israel's great keeper, King of kings,
My weary head found rest; No dire alarms, or racking pains, Devouring flames, or galling chains,
Disturb' d my peaceful breast.
8 How many, since I laid me down, Have launch' d into a world unknown,
To meet a dreadful doom ! While some on watery billows toss'd, Or wandering on an unknown coast,
Have sigh'd in vain for home.
4 But, I am spared to see thy face, A monument of saving grace,
And live to praise thy name ; Still be thou near, my gracious Lord, To keep and guide ; — and by thy word,
Peace to my soul proclaim.
6 Let me enjoy thy presence here, In every storm my heart to cheer,
Til) thou shalt bid me rise, Where sin and sorrow never come Till at my blest eternal home
I wake in sweet surprise.
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1 THOU that dost my life prolong, Kindly aid my morning song ; Thankful from my couch I rise, To the God that rules the skies.
2 Thou didst hear my evening cry ; Thy preserving hand was nigh ; Peaceful slumbers thou hast shed, Grateful to my weary head.
3 Thou hast kept me through the night, 'Twas thy hand restored the light : Lord, thy mercies still are new, Plenteous as the morning dew.
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4 Still my feet are prone to stray ; O preserve me through the day Dangers everywhere abound ; Sins and snares beset me round.
5 Gently with the dawning ray, On my soul thy beams display ; Sweeter than the smiling morn, Let thy cheering light return.
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1 NOW the shades of night are gonej Now the morning light is come ; Lord, may I be thine to-day — Drive the shades of sin away.
2 Fill my soul with heavenly light, Banish doubt, and cleanse my sight; In thy service, Lord, to-day,
Help me labour, help me pray.
3 Keep my haughty passions bound — Save me from my foes around j Going out and coming in,
Keep me safe from every sin.
4 When my work of life is past O receive me then at last ! Night of sin will be no more, When I reach the heavenly shore.
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EVENING HYMNS.
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1 ANOTHER fleeting day has gone,
Slow o'er the west the shadows rise, Swift the soft stealing hours have flown, And night's dark mantle veils the skies.
2 Another fleeting day has gone,
Swept from the records of the year ; And still with each successive sun Life's fading visions disappear.
3 Another fleeting day has gone,
To tell thy secrets, 0 my soul ;
Faithful before th' eternal throne,
Thy slightest folly 'twill enrol.
EVENING HYMNS. 427
4 Another fleeting day has gone,
To join the fugitives before : And I, when life's employ is done, Shall sleep, to wake in time no more.
5 Another fleeting day has gone,
And soon a fairer day shall rise ; A day whose never-setting sun
Shall pour his light o'er cloudless skies.
6 Another fleeting day has gone :
In solemn silence rest, my soul ; Bend — bend before his awful throne, Who bids the morn and evening roll.
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1 THUS far the Lord has led me on ;
Thus far his power prolongs my days, And every evening shall make known Some fresh memorial of his grace.
2 Much of my time has run to waste,
And I, perhaps, am near my home ; But he forgives my follies past,
He gives me strength for days to come.
3 I lay my body down to sleep ;
Peace is the pillow for my head ; While well appointed angels keep
Their watchful stations round my bed.
4 Thus, when the night of death shall come,
My flesh shall rest beneath the ground, And wait thy voice to break my tomb, With sweet salvation in the sound.
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1 DREAD Sovereign, let my evening song
Like holy incense rise ; Assist the offering of my tongue To reach the lofty skies.
2 Through all the dangers of the day
Thy hand was still my guard ; And still to drive my wants a^way Thy mercy stood prepared.
3 Perpetual blessings from above
Encompass me around ; But 0 ! how few returns of love Hath my Redeemer found !
4 What have I done for him who died
To save my guilty soul ?
EVENING HYMNS. 429
Alas ! my sins are multiplied, Fast as my minutes roll ! 5 Yet, with this guilty heart of mine, Lord, to thy cross I flee, And to thy grace my soul resign, To be renewed by thee.
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1 0 LORD, another day is flown,
And we, a lonely band, Are met once more before thy throne, To bless thy foste.ring hand.
2 And wilt thou bend a listening ear
To praises low as ours ? Thou wilt ! for thou dost love to hear The song which meekness pours.
3 And, Jesus, thou thy smiles wilt deign,
As we before thee pray ; For thou didst bless the infant train, And we are less than they.
4 0 let thy grace perform its part,
And let contentions cease ; And shed abroad in every heart Thine everlasting peace.
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1 LOED, thou wilt hear me when I pray ;
I am for ever thine : I fear before thee all the day, Nor would I dare to sin.
2 And while I rest my weary head,
From cares and business free,
'Tis sweet conversing on my bed
With my own heart and thee.
3 I pay this evening sacrifice ;
And when my work is done, Great God, my faith and hope rely Upon thy grace alone.
4 Thus with my thoughts composed to peace,
ril give mine eyes to sleep ; Thy hand in safety keeps my days, And will my slumbers keep.
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2 My mind in perfect peace
My Father's care shall keep ; I yield to gentle slumber now, For thou canst never sleep.
8 How blessed, Lord, are they On thee securely stay'd ! Nor shall they be in life alarmed Nor be in death dismayM.
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1 THE day is past and gone,
The evening shades appear ; 0 may I ever keep in mind, The night of death draws near.
2 Lord, keep me safe this night,
Secure from all my fears ; May angels guard me while I sleep, Till morning light appears.
3 And when I early rise,
To view th' unwearied sun, May I set out to win the prize, And after glory run.
4 Lord, when my days are past,
And I from time remove, 0 may I in thy bosom rest, The bosom of thy love.
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1 MY Maker and my King ! To thee my all I owe ; Thy sovereign bounty is the spring "Whence all my blessings flow.
S Thou ever good and kind ! A thousand reasons move, A thousand obligations bind My heart to grateful love.
3 Lord, what can I impart,
When all is thine before ? Thy love demands a thankful heart ; The gift, alas ! how poor !
4 0 let thy grace inspire
My soul with strength divine ) Let all my powers to thee aspire, And all my days be thine.
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Darkness cannot hide from thee : Thou art He, who, never weary,
"SVatchest where thy people be; Should swift death this night o'ertake us,
And our couch become our tomb; May the morn in heaven awake us,
Clad in light and deathless bloom !
8s & 7s. The light of the world. LIGHT of those whose dreary dwelling
Borders on the shades of death ! Come, and by thy love revealing,
Dissipate the clouds beneath; Thou, the heaven and earth's Creator,
In our deepest darkness rise, Scattering all the night of nature,
Pouring eyesight on our eyes. Save us, in thy great compassion,
O thou mild, pacific Prince ! Give the knowledge of salvation ;
Give the pardon of our sins : By thine all-sufficient merit,
Every burden'd soul release ; Every weary, wandering spirit
Guide into thy perfect peace.
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PEACE be to this habitation,
Peace to all that dwell therein, Peace the earnest of salvation,
Peace the fruit of pardon'd sin, Peace that speaks the heavenly Giver,
Peace to worldly minds unknown, Peace divine, that lasts for ever,
Peace that comes from God alone. Jesus, Prince of peace, be near us,
Fix in all our hearts thy home ; With thy gracious presence cheer us,
Let thy sacred kingdom come ; Raise to heaven our expectation,
Give our favour' d souls to prove Glorious and complete salvation
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1 "WHAT if death my sleep invade ? Should I be of death afraid ? While encircled by thine arm, Death may strike, but cannot harm.
2 What if beams of opening day Shine around my breathless clay ? Brighter visions from on high Shall regale my mental eye.
3 Tender friends a while may mourn Me from their embraces torn; Dearer, better friends I have
In the realms beyond the grave.
EVENING HYMNS. 435
4 See the guardian-angels nigh Wait to waft my soul on high ! See the golden gates display'd ! See the crown to grace my head !
5 See a flood of sacred light,
Which no more shall yield to night ! Transitory world, farewell ! Jesus calls with him to dwell !
6 With thy heavenly presence blest, Death is life, and labour rest : Welcome sleep or death to me, Still secure, for still with thee.
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1 OMNIPRESENT God, whose aid
No one ever ask'd in vain, Be this night about my bed, Every evil thought restrain.
2 Lay thy hand upon my soul,
God of mine unguarded hours ! All mine enemies control,
Hell and earth, and nature's powers !
3 Loose me from the chains of sense,
Set me from the body free : Draw with stronger influence My unfetter'd soul to thee.
4 In me, Lord, thyself reveal,
Fill me with a sweet surprise; Let me thee, when waking, feel, Let me in thine image rise.
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1 SQFTLY now the light of day Fades upon my sight away ; Free from care — from labour free, Lord, I would commune with thee.
2 Soon, for me, the light of day Shall for ever pass away ; Then from sin and sorrow free, Take me, Lord, to dwell with thee !
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1 MY God, how endless is thy love !
Thy gifts are every evening new ; And morning mercies from above Gently distil like early dew.
2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night,
Great Guardian of my sleeping hours; Thy sovereign word restores the light, And quickens all my drowsy powers.
3 I yield my powers to thy command,
To thee I consecrate my days ; Perpetual blessings from thy hand Demand perpetual songs of praise.
MORNING OR EVENING HYMNS. 437
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1 IN sleep's serene oblivion laid, I safely pass'd the silent night; Again I see the breaking shade, I drink again the morning light.
. 2 New-born, I bless the waking hour,
Once more, with awe, rejoice to be; My conscious soul resumes her power, And springs, my guardian God, to thee.
3 0 guide me through the various maze
My doubtful feet are doom'd to tread,
And spread thy shield's protecting blaze
Where dangers press around my head.
4 A deeper shade shall soon impend,
A deeper sleep mine eyes oppress ;
Yet then thy strength shall still defend,
Thy goodness still delight to bless.
5 That deeper shade shall break away,
That deeper sleep shall leave mine eyes; Thy light shall give eternal day, Thy love the rapture of the skies.
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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 guilt away, And turn my darkness into day.
2 When each day's scenes and labours close, And wearied nature seeks repose,
With pardoning mercy richly blest, Guard me, my Saviour, while I rest ; And, as each morning sun shall rise, O lead me onward to the skies.
3 And, at my life's last setting sun, My conflicts o'er, my labours done, Jesus, thy heavenly radiance shed, To cheer and bless my dying-bed ; And from death's gloom my spirit raise, To see thy face, and sing thy praise.
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1 HOSANNA, with a cheerful sound,
To God's upholding hand ; Ten thousand snares attend us round, And yet secure we stand.
2 That was a most amazing power
That raised us with a word ; And every day, and every hour, We lean upon the Lord.
3 The rising morn cannot assure
That we shall end the day : For death stands ready at the door To hurry us away.
4 Our life is forfeited by sin
To God's avenging law ; We own thy grace, immortal King, In every breath we draw.
5 God is our sun — whose daily light
Our joy and safety brings : Our feeble frame lies safe at night Beneath his shady wings.
MORNING OR EVENING HYMNS. 439
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1 ON thee, each morning, 0 my God,
My waking thoughts attend ; In thee are founded all my hopes, In thee my wishes end.
2 My soul, in pleasing wonder lost,
Thy boundless love surveys ; And, fired with grateful zeal, prepares A sacrifice of praise.
3 When evening slumbers press my eyes,
With his protection blest, In peace and safety I commit My weary limbs to rest.
4 My spirit, in his hand secure,
Fears no approaching ill ; For, whether waking or asleep, Thou, Lord, art with me still.
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God' s presence is light.
1 MY God, the spring of all my joys,
The life of my delights, The glory of my brightest days, And comfort of my nights.
2 In darkest shades, if he appear,
My dawning is begun : He is my soul's sweet morning-star, And he my rising sun.
3 The opening heavens around me shine
With beams of sacred bliss, While Jesus shows his heart is mine, And whispers I am his!
4 My soul would leave this heavy clay
At that transporting word, Hun up with joy the shining way T' embrace my dearest Lord.
5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death,
I'd break through every foe ; The wings of love and arms of faittr Should bear me conqueror through.
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1 WELCOME, sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise ; Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes !
2 Jesus himself comes near,
And feasts his saints to-day; ♦ Here we may sit, and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray.
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3 One day amid the place
Where God my Saviour's been, Is sweeter than ten thousand days Of pleasure and of sin.
4 My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this, Till call'd to rise, and soar away To everlasting bliss.
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1 JESUS, we look to thee,
Thy promised presence claim ; Thou in the midst of us shalt be, Assembled in thy name.
2 Thy name salvation is,
Which here we come to prove; Thy name is life, and health, and peace, And everlasting love.
3 Not in the name of pride
Or selfishness we meet ; From nature's paths we turn aside, And worldly thoughts forget.
4 We meet, the grace to take
Which thou hast freely given ; We meet on earth for thy dear sake, That we may meet in heaven.
5 Present we know thou art,
But 0 thyself reveal ; Now, Lord, let every bounding heart The mighty comfort feel.
6 0 may thy quickening voice
The death of sin remove, And bid our inmost souls rejoice In hope of perfect love.
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Tlie Lord's day.
1 ANOTHER six days' work is done, Another Sabbath is begun : Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest, Improve the day thy God has blest.
2 Come, bless the Lord, whose love assigns So sweet a rest to wearied minds ; Provides an antepast of heaven,
And gives this day the food of seven.
3 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 who feels it knows.
4 With joy, great God ! thy works we view, In various scenes both old and new ; With praise we think of mercies past, With hope we future pleasures taste.
5 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.
34 L. M.
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 that calls us to thy throne.
2 All-seeing 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 !
3 Thy Spirit's powerful aid impart,
And bid thy word, with life divine, Engage the ear, and warm the heart :
Then shall the day indeed be thine : Our souls shall then adoring own The grace that calls us to thy throne.
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1 LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear.
My voice ascending high ; To thee will I direct my prayer, To thee lift up mine eye ; —
2 Up to the hills, where Christ is gone
To plead for all his saints, Presenting at his Father's throne Our songs and our complaints.
3 Thou art a God, before whose sight
The wicked shall not stand ;
Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight,
Nor dwell at thy right hand.
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4 But to thy house will I resort,
To taste thy mercies there ; I will frequent thiue holy court, And worship in thy fear.
5 0 may thy Spirit guide my feet
In ways of righteousness, Make every path of duty straight, And plain before my face.
36
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1 AGAIN the Lord of life and light
Awakes the kindling ray ; Dispels the darkness of the night, And pours increasing day.
2 0 what a night was that which wrapt
A sinful world in gloom ! 0 what a Sun, which broke, this day, Triumphant from the tomb !
3 This day be grateful homage paid,
And loud hosannas sung ; Let gladness dwell in every heart, And praise on every tongue.
4 Ten thousand thousand lips shall join
To hail this welcome morn, Which scatters blessings from its wings To nations yet unborn.
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1 COME, let us join with sweet accord
In hymns around the throne j This is the day our rising Lord Hath made, and call'd his own.
2 This is the day which God has blest,
The brightest of the seven ; Type of that everlasting rest The saints enjoy in heaven.
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At thy approaching dawn, Reluctant death resign'd The glorious Prince of rife, Its dark domains confined : Th' angelic host
Around him bends, And 'mid their shouts The Lord ascends. All hail, triumphant Lord,
Heaven with hosannas rings ; While earth in humbler strains Thy praise responsive sings : Worthy art thou,
Who once wast slain, Through endless years To live and rei<?n.
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4 Gird on, great God, thy sword,
Ascend thy conquering car ; While justice, truth, and love Maintain the glorious war ; Victorious, thou
Thy foes shalt tread, And sin and hell In triumph lead.
5 Make bare thy potent arm,
And wing th' unerring dart With salutary pangs
To each rebellious heart. Then dying souls
For life shall sue, Numerous as drops Of morning dew.
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1 WEL.COME, delightful morn!
Thou day of sacred rest ; I hail thy kind return ;
Lord, make these moments blest. From low delights, And mortal toys, I soar to reach Immortal joys.
2 Now may the King descend,
And fill his throne of grace ; Thy sceptre, Lord, extend, While saints address thy face ; Let sinners feel
Thy quickening word, And learn to know And fear the Lord.
3 Descend, celestial Dove,
With all thy quickening powers ; Disclose a Saviour's love,
And bless these sacred hours: Then shall my soul
New life obtain, Nor Sabbaths be Indulged in vain.
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"Waiting in his courts to-day ; Day of all the week the best, Emblem of eternal rest.
2 While we seek supplies of grace,
Through the dear Redeemer's name; Show thy reconciling face —
Take away our sin and shame ; From our worldly cares set free, May we rest this day in thee.
3 Here we come thy name to praise;
Let us feel thy presence near : May thy glory meet our eyes,
While we in thy house appear; Here afford us, Lord, a taste Of our everlasting feast.
4 May the gospel's joyful sound
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1 IS there a time when moments flow
More peacefully than all beside ? It is, of all the times below, A Sabbath eve in summer-tide.
2 0 then the setting sun smiles fair,
And all below, and all above, The different forms of nature wear One universal garb of love.
3 And then the peace that Jesus beams,
The life of grace, the death of sin ;
With nature's placid woods and streams,
Is peace without, and peace within.
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4 Delightful scene ! a world at rest,
A God all love, no grief nor fear ; A heavenly hope, a peaceful breast, A smile unsullied by a tear.
5 If heaven be ever felt below,
A scene so heavenly, sure, as this, May cause a heart on earth to know Some foretaste of celestial bliss.
6 Delightful hour ! how soon will night
Spread her dark mantle o'er thy reign ; And morrow's quick returning light Must call us to the world again.
7 Yet will there dawn at last a day,
A Sun that never sets shall rise ; Night will not veil his ceaseless ray ; The heavenly Sabbath never dies !
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1 OUR Sabbaths come so welcome on,
Wo wish them to remain a while, But soon, alas ! their joys are gone,
And scarce " bequeath a parting smile/'
2 Full many are the hours of grief
Allotted to the sons of men ; Our Sabbaths bring a short relief, Yet leave us but to mourn again.
3 Ye peaceful days ! and thou, blest sun !
Why roll ye in such haste away ? Ye happy hours ! why flow ye on So fast towards eternity ?
4 0 if ye bring an endless day,
Speed fast along, nor ever cease ; We'll gladly feel your joys decay, In perfect and enduring bliss.
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1 FREQUENT 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 while we live. o Increase, 0 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 the throne of Grod appear, And feast on love divine;
5 Where we, in high seraphic strains,
Shall all our powers employ ; Delighted range th' ethereal plains And take our fill of joy.
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Evening twilight.
1 I LOVE to steal a while away
From every cumbering care, And spend the hours of setting day In humble, grateful prayer.
2 I love in solitude to shed
The penitential tear, And all his promises t<f plead Where none but God can hear.
3 I love to think on mercies past,
And future good implore, And all my cares and sorrows cast On Him whom I adore.
4 I love by faith to take a view
Of brighter scenes in heaven ; The prospect doth my strength renew While here by tempests driven.
5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er,
May its departing ray Be calm as this impressive hour And lead to endless day.
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Lord's -day evening.
1 WHEN, 0 dear Jesus, when shall I
Behold thee all serene ; Blest in perpetual Sabbath-day, Without a veil between !
2 Assist me, while I wander here
Amid a world of cares ; Incline my heart to pray with love, And then accept my prayers.
3 Spare me, my God, 0 spare the soul
That gives itself to thee;
Take all that I possess below,
And give thyself to me.
4 Thy Spirit, 0 my Father, give,
To be my guide and friend, To light my path to ceaseless joys, To Sabbaths without end.
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Confidence in God.
1 OUR Father, throned above the sky,
To thee our empty hands we spread ; Thy children at thy footstool lie, And ask thy blessings on their head.
2 With cheerful hope and filial fear,
In that august and precious name By thee ordain'd, we now draw near, And would the promised blessing claim.
3 Does not an earthly parent hear
The cravings of his famish'd son? Will he reject the filial prayer, Or give for bread the flinty stone ?
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4 Our heavenly Father, how much more
Will thy divine compassions rise; And open thy unbounded store, To satisfy thy children's cries ?
5 Yes, we will ask, and seek, and press
For gracious audience at thy seat; Still hoping, waiting for success, If persevering to entreat.
6 For Jesus in his faithful word
The upright supplicant has bless'd ; And all thy saints with one accord The prevalence of prayer attest.
47 L. M.
1 FATHER of all, thy care we bless, Which crowns our families with peace; From thee they spring, and by thy hand They have been, and are still sustain'd.
„ 2 To God, most worthy to be praised, Be our domestic altars raised ; Who, Lord of heaven, scorns not to dwell "With saints in their obscurest cell.
3 To thee may each united house Morning and night present its vows; Our servants there, and rising race, Be taught thy precepts and thy grace.
4 0 may each future age proclaim The honours of thy glorious name ; While, pleased and thankful, we remove To join the family above.
48 L. M.
1 FROM all that dwell below the skies, Let the Creator's praise arise ;
Let the Redeemer's name be sung, Througn every land, by every tongue.
2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord; «. Eternal truth attends thy word ;
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more.
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1 AUTHOR of good, to thee we turn :
Thine ever wakeful eye Alone can all our wants discern — Thy hand alone supply.
2 0 let thy love within us dwell,
Thy fear our footsteps guide ; That love shall vainer loves expel, That fear all fears beside.
3 And 0, by error's force subdued,
Since oft, by stubborn will, We blindly shun the latent good, And grasp the specious ill ;-*
4 Not what we wish — but what we want,
Let mercy still supply : The good we ask not, Father, grant — The ill we ask — deny.
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1 GOD of our fathers ! by whose hand
Thy people still are blest, Be with us through our pilgrimage, Conduct us to our rest.
2 Through each perplexing path of life
Our wandering footsteps guide j Give us each day our daily bread, And raiment fit provide.
3 0 spread thy sheltering wings around,
Till all our wanderings cease, And at our Father's loved abode Our souls arrive in peace.
4 Such blessings from thy gracious^ hand
Our humble prayers implore; And thou, the Lord, shalt be our God And portion evermore.
C. M.
1 LORD, with our household deign to stay,
And bid our hearts rejoice ; Our willing hearts shall own thy sway, And echo to thy voice.
2 With thee conversing, we forget
All time and toil and fear ;
Labour is rest, and pain is sweet,
If thou, our God, art here.
3 Thou callest us to seek thy face —
Thy face with joy we seek; Wait for the whispers of thy grace, And hear what thou dost speak.
4 Thus would we every hour employ,
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1 LO, what a pleasing sight
Are brethren that agree ! How blest are all whose hearts unite In bonds of piety !
2 From those celestial springs
Such streams of comfort flow, As no increase of riches brings, Nor honours can bestow.
3 All in their stations move,
And each performs his part, In all the cares of life and love, With sympathizing heart.
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4 Form'd for the purest joys
By one desire possest, One aim the zeal of all employs, To make each other blest.
5 No bliss can equal theirs
Where such affections meet; While praise devout and mingled prayers Make their communion sweet.
6 'Tis the same pleasure fills
The breast in worlds above, Where joy, like morning-dew, distils, And all the air is love.
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Love to the brethren.
1 BLEST be the tie that binds
Our hearts in Christian love; The fellowship of kindred minds Is like to that above.
2 Before our Father's throne
We pour our ardent prayers ; Our fears, our hopes, our aims, are one, Our comforts and our cares.
3 We share our mutual woes;
Our mutual burdens bear; And often for each other flows The sympathizing tear.
4 When we asunder part,
It gives us inward pain ; But we shall still be join'd in heart, And hope to meet again.
5 This glorious hope revives
Our courage by the way; While each in expectation lives, And longs to see the day.
6 From sorrow, toil, and pain,
And sin, we shall be free ; And perfect love and friendship reign Through all eternity.
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1 GREAT God ! we sing thy mighty hand; By that supported still we stand :
The opening year thy mercy shows ; Let mercy crown it till it close.
2 By day, by night — at home, abroad, Still we are guarded by our God; By his incessant bounty fed —
By his unerring counsels led.
3 With grateful hearts the past we own : The future — all to us unknown — We to thy guardian care commit, And peaceful leave before thy feet.
COMMENCEMENT OF THE YEAR. 461
4 111 scenes exalted or depress'd,
Be thou our joy — and th^ou our rest; Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise, Adored through all our changing days.
5 When death shall close our earthly songs, And seal in silence mortal tongues,
Our helper, God, in whom we trust, In brighter worlds our souls shall boast.
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The changing seasons.
1 GREAT God ! let all our tuneful powers
Awake, and sing thy mighty name : Thy hand revolves our circling hours, — Thy hand, from which our being came.
2 Seasons and moons, still rolling round
In beauteous order, speak thy praise ; And years, with smiling mercy crown'd, To thee successive honours raise.
3 To thee we raise the annual song,
To thee the grateful tribute give ; Our God doth still our years prolong, And midst unnumber'd deaths, we live.
4 Our life, our health, our friends, we owe
All to thy vast, unbounded love j Ten thousand precious gifts below, And hope of nobler joys above.
5 Thus will we sing, till nature cease,
Till sense and language are no more, And after death, thy boundless grace Through everlasting years adore.
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They have done with all below; We a little longer wait,
But how little — none can know.
Spared to see another year,
Let thy blessing meet us here ; Come, thy dying work revive,
Bid thy drooping garden thrive ; Sun of righteousness, arise !
Warm our hearts and bless our eyes : Let our prayer thy pity move ;
Make this year a time of love.
Thanks for mercies past received,
Pardon of our sins renew; Teach us henceforth how to live
With eternity in view: Bless thy word to old and young,
Fill us with a Saviour's love; When our life's short race is run,
May we dwell with thee above.
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1 COME, let us anew Our journey pursue, Kc-11 round with the year,
And never stand still, till the Master appear.
2 His adorable will Let us gladly fulfil, And our talents improve,
By the patience of hope and the labour of love.
3 Our life is a dream, Our time as a stream Glides swiftly away;
And the fugitive motnent refuses to stay.
4 The arrow is flown, The moment is gone ; The millennial year
Rushes on to our view, and eternity's here.
5 0 that each in the day Of his coming may say, "I've fought my way through,
Fve finish'd the work thou didst give me to do I"
6 0 that each from his Lord May receive the good word, "Well and faithfully done!
Enter into my joy, and sit down on my throne 1"
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Reflections at the end of the year.
1 AND now, my soul, another year
Of thy short life is past ;
I cannot long continue here,
And this may be my last.
2 Much of my dubious life is gone,
Nor will return again ; And swift my passing moments run, The few that yet remain.
3 Awake, my soul — with utmost care
Thy true condition learn : What are the hopes? — how sure? how fair? What is thy great concern ?
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4 Behold, another year begins ! Set out afresh for "heaven ;
Seek pardon for thy former sins, In Christ so freely given.
5 Devoutly yield thyself to God, And on his grace depend ;
With zeal pursue the heavenly road, Nor doubt a happy end.
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Praise for providential goodness,
1 GOD of our lives, thy various praise
Our voices shall resound; Thy hand directs our fleeting days, And brings the seasons round.
2 To thee shall grateful songs arise,
Our Father and our Friend : Whose constant mercies from the skies In genial streams descend.
3 In every scene of life, thy care,
In every age, we see ; And, constant as thy favours are, So let our praises be.
4 Still may thy love, in every scene,
To every age, appear; And let the same compassion deign To bless the opening year.
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1 AWAKE, ye saints, and raise your eyes,
And raise your voices high; Awake, and praise that sovereign 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, each closing year !
3 Ye wheels of nature, speed your course;
Ye mortal powers, decay; Fast as ye bring the night of death, Ye bring eternal day.
468 CLOSE OF THE YEAR.
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1 GOD of my life, to thee belong
The thankful heart, the grateful song; Touch'd by thy love, each tuneful chord Resounds the goodness of the Lord.
2 Thou hast preserved my fleeting breath, And chased the gloomy shades of death; The venom'd arrows vainly fly,
When God our great Deliverer's nigh.
3 Yet why, dear Lord, this tender care ? Why does thy hand so kindly rear
A useless cumberer of the ground, On which no pleasant fruits are found ?
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4 Still may the barren fig-tree stand! And, cultivated by thy hand, Verdure, and bloom, and fruit afford, Meet tribute to its bounteous Lord.
5 So shall thy praise employ my breath Through life, and in the arms of death; My soul the pleasant theme prolong, Then rise to aid th' angelic song.
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The Christian pilgrimage.
1 "WE'VE no abiding city here/'
This may distress the worldly mind, But should not cost a saint a tear, Who hopes a better rest to find.
2 "We've no abiding city here,"
Sad truth, were this to be our home j But let this thought our spirits cheer, "We seek a city yet to come."
3 "We've no abiding city here,"
Then let us live as pilgrims do :
Let not the world our rest appear,
But let us haste from all below.
4 "We've no abiding city here,"
We seek a city out of sight, Zion its name — the Lord is there- It shines with everlasting light.
5 0 sweet abode of peace and love,
Where pilgrims freed from toil are blest! Had I the pinions of the dove, I'd flee to thee, and be at rest.
6 But hush, my soul, nor dare repine !
The time my God appoints is best : While here, to do his will be mine; And his to fix my time of rest. 40
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Rapid flight of time.
1 MY few revolving years,
How swift they glide away ! How short the term of life appears ! When past — 'tis but a day ! —
2 A dark and cloudy day,
Made up of grief and sin ; A host of dangerous foes without, And guilt and fear within.
3 Lord, through another year,
If thou permit my stay, With watchful care may I pursue The true and living way !
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S. M. God our Shepherd.
1 THE Lord my Shepherd is
I shall be well supplied :
Since he is mine and I am his,
What can I want beside ?
2 He leads me to the place
Where heavenly pasture grows, Where living waters gently pass, And full salvation flows.
3 If e'er I go astray,
He doth my soul reclaim, And guides me, in his own right way, For his most holy name.
4 While he affords his aid,
I cannot yield to fear ; Though I should walk through death's dark shade, My Shepherd's with me there.
5 In sight of all my foes,-
Thou dost my table spread ; My cup with blessings overflows, And joy exalts my head.
6 The bounties of thy love
Shall crown my future days;
Nor from thy house will I remove,
Nor cease to speak thy praise.
S. M.
God the preserver of his people.
1 TO God the only wise,
Our Saviour and our King,
Let all the saints below the skies
Their humble praises bring.
2 'Tis his almighty love,
His counsel and his care, Preserves us safe from sin and death, And every hurtful snare.
3 He will present our souls
Unblemish'd and complete Before the glory of his face, With joys divinely great.
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THE SEASONS.
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Seasons ordered by God.
1 GREAT God, at whose all-powerful call
At first arose this beauteous frame ! By thee the seasons change, and all The changing seasons speak thy name.
2 Thy bounty bids the infant year,
From winter storms recovered, rise; When thousand grateful scenes appear, Fresh opening to our wandering eyes.
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The earth in vernal beauty dress' d ! While in each herb, and flower, and tree, Thy blooming glories shine confess' d !
4 Aloft, full beaming, reigns the sun,
And light and genial heat conveys; And, while he leads the seasons on, From thee derives his quickening rays.
5 Indulgent God ! from every part
Thy plenteous blessings largely flow; We see, we taste; — let every heart With grateful love and duty glow.
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Autumn.
1 GREAT God, as seasons disappear, And changes mark the rolling year ; As time with rapid pinions flies, May every season make us wise.
2 Long has thy favour crown'd our days, And summer shed again its rays ;
No deadly cloud our sky has veiFd, No blasting winds our path assail' d.
3 Our harvest months have o'er us roll'd, And fill'd our fields with waving gold ; Our tables spread, our garners stored ! Where are our hearts to praise the Lord?
4- The solemn harvest comes apace, The closing day of life and grace : Time of decision, awful hour ! Around it let no tempests lower.
5 Prepare us, Lord, by grace divine, Like stars in heaven to rise and shine ; Then shall our happy souls above Reap the full harvest of thy love. 40*
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WHEN verdure clothes the fertile vale,
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How sweet the vernal day !
Hark ! how the feather'd warblers sing!
'Tis nature's cheerful voice j Soft music hails the lovely spring,
And woods and fields rejoice.
0 God of nature and of grace,
Thy heavenly gifts impart; Then shall my meditation trace
Spring blooming in my heart.
Inspired to praise, I then shall join
Glad nature's cheerful song ; And love and gratitude divine
Attune my joyful tongue.
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Summer — A harvest liymn.
1 TO praise the ever bounteous Lord,
My soul, wake all thy powers; He calls, and at his voice come forth The smiling harvest hours.
2 His covenant with the earth he keeps ;
My tongue, his goodness sing : Summer and winter know their time, His harvest crowns the spring.
3 Well pleased the toiling swains behold
The waving yellow crop ; With joy they bear the sheaves away, And sow again in hope.
4 Thus teach me, gracious God, to sow
The seeds of righteousness ; Smile on my soul, and with thy beams The ripening harvest bless.
5 Then, in the last great harvest, I
Shall reap a glorious crop;
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What I have sow'd in hope.
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2 Lord, afford a spring to me ! Let me feel like what I see : Ah ! my winter has been long, Chill'd my hopes, suppress' d my song.
3 How the soul in winter mourns, Till the Lord, the Sun, returns ! Till the Spirit's gentle rain Bids the heart revive again !
THE SEASONS. 477
4 0 beloved Saviour, haste, Tell me all the storms are past : Speak, and by thy gracious voice Make my drooping soul rejoice.
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1 SPRING- returns, and brings along
Life-invigorating suns : Hark ! the turtle's plaintive song Seems *o speak his dying groans.
2 Summer has a thousand charms
All expressive of his worth ; 'Tis his sun that lights and warms, His the air that cools the earth.
3 What ! has autumn left to say
Nothing of a Saviour's grace? Yes, the beams of milder day Tell me of his smiling face.
4 Light appears with early dawn,
While the sun makes haste to rise ; See his fleeting beauties dawn On the blushes of the skies.
5 Evening with a silent pace,
Slowly moving in the west, Shows an emblem of his grace, Points to an eternal rest.
6 Winter has a joy for me,
While the Saviour's charms I read ; Lowly, meek, from blemish free, In the snowdrop's pensive head.
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From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver
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2 What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile ; In vain with lavish kindness
The gifts of God are strown ; The heathen in his blindness
Bows down to wood and stone.
3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high, Shall we to men benighted
The lamp of life deny? Salvation ! 0 salvation !
The joyful sound proclaim, Till earth's remotest nation
Has learn'd Messiah's name.
4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story,
And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory,
It spreads from pole to pole ; Till o'er our ransom' d nature,
The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer,. King, Creator,
In bliss returns to reign.
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1 BRIGHT as the sun's meridian blaze, Vast as the blessings he conveys, Wide as his reign from pole to pole, And permanent as his control :
2 So, Jesus, let thy kingdom come, Then sin and hell's terrific gloom Shall, at thy brightness, flee away, The dawn of an eternal day.
3 Then shall the heathen, fill'd with awe, Learn the blest knowledge of thy law : And antichrist on every shore
Fall from his throne to rise no more.
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4 Then shall thy lofty praise resound
On Afric's shores — through India's ground, And islands of the southern sea Shall stretch their eager arms to thee.
5 Then shall the Jew and Gentile meet In pure devotion at thy feet ;
And earth shall yield thee, as thy due, Her fulness and her glory too.
6 0 that from Zion now might shine This heavenly light; this truth divine: Till the whole universe shall be
But one great temple, Lord, to thee.
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Jesus shall reign.
1 JESUS shall reign where'er the sun Does his successive journeys run ;
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore Till moons shall wax and wane no more.
2 People and realms of every tongue Dwell on his love with grateful song ; And with united hearts proclaim That grace and truth by Jesus came.
3 Blessings abound where'er he reigns; The prisoner leaps to lose his chains, The weary find eternal rest,
And all the sons of want are blest
4 Where he displays his healing power, The sting of death is known no more : In him the sons of Adam boast More blessings than their father lost.
L. M.
The glory of God in his icorks and in fyis word,
1 GREAT Sun of righteousness, arise !
0 bless the world with heavenly light ! Thy gospel makes the simple wise :
Thy laws are pure — thy judgments right.
2 Thy noblest wonders here we view,
In souls renew'd and sius forgiven; — Lord, cleanse my sins — my soul renew, And make thy word my guide to heaven.
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Prayer for a revival.
1 SAVIOUR, visit thy plantation :
Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain ! All will come to desolation, Unless thou return again.
Lord, revive us ! All our help must come from thee.
2 Keep no longer at a distance ;
Shine upon us from on high, Lest, for want of thine assistance, Every plant should droop and die.
Lord, revive us ! All our help must come from thee.
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3 Let our mutual love be fervent,
Make us prevalent in prayers ; Let each one esteem'd thy servant Shun the world's bewitching snares.
Lord, revive us ! All our help must come from thee.
4 Break the tempter's fatal power ;
Turn the stony heart to flesh ; And begin from this good hour To revive thy work afresh.
Lord, revive us! All our help must come from thee.
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1 YES ! we trust the day is breaking;
Joyful times are near at hand : God, the mighty God, is speaking By his word in every land :
When he chooses, Darkness flies at; his command.
2 Let us hail the joyful season;
Let us hail the dawning ray : When the Lord appears, there's reason To expect a glorious day :
At his presence Gloom and darkness flee away.
3 While the foe becomes more daring,
WLile he enters like a "Hood, God, the Saviour, is preparing Means to spread his truth abroad ;
Every language Soon shall tell the love of God.
4 God of Jacob, high and glorious,
Let thy people see thy hand ; Let the gospel be victorious
Through the world in every land ;
And the idols Perish, Lord, at thy command.
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1 NOW, in the heat of youthful blood, Remember your Creator, God : Behold, the months come hastening on, When you shall say, " My joys are gone."
2 God from on high beholds your thoughts ; His book records your secret faults ;
The works of darkness men have done Must all appear before the sun.
3 Behold the aged sinner goes, Laden with guilt and heavy woes, Down to the regions of the dead, With bitterest curses on his head.
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The dust returns to dust again ; The soul, in agonies of pain, Ascends to God, not there to dwell, But hears her doom, and sinks to hell.
5 God of the young ! turn off their eyes From earth's alluring vanities; And let the warnings of thy word Awake their souls to fear the Lord.
L. M.
Prayer of parents for their offspring, NOW, Father, Son and Holy Ghost,
To whom we for our children cry ! The good desired and wanted most,
Out of thy richest grace supply.
Error and ignorance remove,
The blindness of their hearts and mind; Give them the wisdom from above,
Spotless and peaceable and kind.
Unite what long has been disjoined,
Knowledge and vital piety ; Learning and holiness combined,
And truth and love let all men see.
Father, accept them through thy Son, And ever by thy Spirit guide !
Thy wisdom in their lives be shown, Thy name confess' d and glorified.
L. M.
Dangers of delay.
1 "WHY should I say 'tis yet too soon
To seek for heaven or think of death ? A flower may fade before 'tis noon, And I this day may lose my breath.
2 What if the Lord grow wroth, and swear,
While I refuse to read and pray, That he'll refuse to lend an ear To all my groans another day !
3 'Tis dangerous to provoke our God :
His power and vengeance none can tell ; One stroke of his almighty rod
Shall send young sinners quick to hell. 41*
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Youth invited to love Christ.
1 YE hearts with youthful vigour 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 that in Christ I see ?
5 Away, ye false, delusive toys,
Yain tempters of the mind ! ;Tis here I fix my lasting choice, And here, true bliss I find.
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Advantages of religion in youth.
HAPPY is he whose early years
Receive instruction well j Who hates the sinner's path, and fear
The road that leads to hell.
'Tis easier work, if we begin To serve the Lord betimes ;
While sinners, who grow old in sin, Are harden'd by their crimes.
It saves us from a thousand snares
To mind religion young ; With joy it crowns succeeding years,
And makes our virtues strong.
To thee, Almighty God ! to thee Our hearts we now resign :
'Twill please us to look back and see That our whole lives were thine.
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1 WITH humble heart and tongue,
My God, to thee I pray ; 0 bring me now, while I am young, To thee the living way.
2 Make an unguarded youth
The object of thy care; Help me to choose the way of truth, And fly from every snare.
3 My heart, to folly prone,
Renew by power divine ; Unite it to thyself alone, And make me wholly thine.
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4 0 let thy word of grace
My warmest thoughts employ ; Be this, through all my following days, My treasure and my joy.
5 To what thy laws impart,
Be my whole soul inclined ; 0 let them dwell within my heart, And sanctify my mind.
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Prayer for children.
1 GKEAT God, now condescend
To bless our rising race ; Soon may their willing spirits bend To thy victorious grace.
2 0 what a vast delight
Their happiness to see ! Our warmest wishes all unite To lead their souls to thee.
3 Dear Lord, thy Spirit pour
Upon our infant seed; 0 bring the long'd-for happy hour That makes them thine indeed.
4 May they receive thy word,
Confess the Saviour's name ; Then follow their despised Lord Through the baptismal stream.
5 Thus let our favour'd race
Surround thy sacred board, There to adore thy sovereign grace And sing their dying Lord.
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Tlie usefulness of the Scriptures.
1 WHEN Israel through the desert pass'd, A fiery pillar went before, To guide them through the dreary waste, And lessen the fatigues they bore.
2' Such is thy glorious word, 0 God !
'Tis for our light and guidance given ; It sheds a lustre all abroad,
And points the path to bliss and heaven.
3 It fills the soul with sweet delight,
And quickens its inactive powers; It sets our wandering footsteps right; Displays thy love, and kindles ours.
4 Its promises rejoice our hearts;
Its doctrines are divinely true;
Knowledge and pleasure it imparts;
It comforts and instructs us too.
5 Ye favour' d lands that have this word,
Ye saints who feel its saving power, Unite your tongues to praise the Lord, And his distinguished grace adore.
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Divine authority of the Bible.
1 'TWAS by an order from the Lord, The ancient prophets spoke his word; His Spirit did- their tongues inspire, And-warm'd their hearts with heavenly fire.
2 The works and wonders which they wrought Confirm'd the messages they brought :
The prophet's pen succeeds his breath, To save the holy words from death.
3 Great God ! mine eyes with pleasure look On the dear volume of thy book ; There my Redeemer's face I see,
And read his name who died for me.
4 Let the false raptures of the mind Be lost, and vanish in the wind; Here I can fix my hopes secure : This is thy word, and must endure.
492 THE BIBLE.
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1 HOW shall the young secure their hearts,
And guard their lives from sin? Thy word the choicest rules imparts, To keep the conscience clean.
2 'Tis like the sun — a heavenly light,
That guides us all the day ; And, through the dangers of the night, A lamp to lead our way.
3 Thy precepts make me truly wise;
I hate the sinner's road ; I hate my own vain thoughts that rise, But love thy law, my God.
4 Thy word is everlasting truth,
How pure is every page ! — That holy book shall guide our youth, And well support our age.
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On all thy works I look ; But still thy wisdom, power, and grace, Shine brightest in thy book. M
2 Lord, make me understand thy law :
Show what my faults have been; And from the gospel let me draw Pardon for all my sin.
3 Here would I learn how Christ has died
To save my soul from hell; Not all the books on earth beside, Such heavenly wonders tell.
4 Then let me love my Bible more,
And take a fresh delight By day to read these wonders o'er, And meditate by night. 42
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Thy threatenings wake our slumbering eyes, And warn us where our clanger lies;
But 'tis thy gospel, Lord, That makes the guilty conscience clean, Converts the soul, and conquers sin,
And gives a free reward.
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TJie excellency of Clirist.
1 O COULD I speak the matchless worth,-
0 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.
2 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,
1 would, to everlasting days, Make all his glories known.
3 Soon 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 bless'd eternity I'll spend —
Triumphant in his grace.
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1 BEHOLD, the morning sun
Begins his glorious way; His beams through all the nations run, And life and light convey.
2 But where the gospel comes,
It spreads diviner light, It calls dead sinners from their tombs, And gives the blind their sight.
3 How perfect is thy word !
And all thy judgments just ! For ever sure thy promise, Lord, And we securely trust.
4 My gracious God, how plain
Are thy directions given ! 0 may I never read in vain, But find the path to heaven.
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Safety in keeping God' s precepts.
1 HOW perfect is thy word,
Thy judgments all are just; And ever in thy promise, Lord, May man securely trust.
2 I hear thy word in love ; —
In faith thy word obey ; 0 send thy Spirit from above, To teach me, Lord, thy way.
3 Thy counsels all are plain,
Thy precepts all are pure ; And long as heaven and earth remain, Thy truth shall still endure.
4 0 may my soul, with joy,
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Be it through life my glad employ, To keep thy precepts, Lord
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Invitation and learning.
1 THE Lord declares his will,
And keeps the world in awe ; Amid the smoke on Sinai's hill Breaks out his fiery law.
2 The Lord reveals his face,
And smiling from above, Sends down the gospel of his grace, Th' epistles of his love.
3 These sacred words impart
Our Maker's just commands; The pity of his melting heart, And vengeance of his hands.
4 We read the heavenly word,
"We take the offer' d grace, Obey the statutes of the Lord, And trust his promises.
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0 thou who driest the mourner's tear, How dark this world would be, If, pierced by sin and sorrows here, We could not fly to thee !
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1 0 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 The friends, who in our sunshine live,
When winter comes, are flown; And he who has but tears to give, Must weep those tears alone.
3 But thou wilt hear that broken heart,
Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, Breathes sweetness out of wo.
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4 When joy no longer soothes or cheers,
And e'en the hope that threw
A moment's sparkle o'er our tears,
Is dimm'd and vanish'd too!
5 0 who could bear life's stormy doom,
Did not thy wing of love Come brightly wafting through the gloom Our peace-branch from above ?
6 Then sorrow touch'd by thee grows bright
With more than rapture's ray; As darkness shows us worlds of light Wc never saw by day.
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Comfort in sickness and death.
1 WHEN sickness shakes the languid frame,
Each phantom pleasure flies ; Vain hopes of bliss no more obscure Our long-deluded eyes.
2 The tottering frame of mortal life
Shall crumble into dust ; Nature shall faint ; but learn, my soul, On nature's God to trust.
3 The man whose pious heart is fix'd
Securely on his God, In every frown may comfort find, And kiss the chastening rod.
4 Nor him shall death itself alarm;
On heaven his soul relies ; With joy he views his Maker's love, And with composure dies.
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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 place Where Jesus pleads above.
3 Sweet to look back, and see my name
In life's fair book set down ; Sweet to look forward, and behold Eternal joys my own.
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4 Sweet to reflect how grace divine
My sins on Jesus laid ; Sweet to remember that his blood My debt of suffering paid.
5 Sweet in his righteousness to stand,
Which saves from second death ; Sweet to experience, day by day, His spirit's quickening breath.
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6 If such the sweetness of the streams, What must the fountain be, Where saints and angels draw their bliss Immediately from thee !
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At the funeral of a young 'person.
1 WHEN blooming youth is snatch/ d away
By death's resistless hand, Our hearts the mournful tribute pay Which pity must demand.
2 While pity prompts the rising sigh,
0 may this truth, imprest With awful power, — " I too must die !" Sink deep in every breast.
3 Let this vain world delude no more ;
Behold the gaping tomb ! It bids us seize the present hour, To-morrow death may come.
4 The voice of this alarming scene
May every heart obey ; Nor be the heavenly warning vain, Which calls to watch and pray.
5 0 let us fly — to Jesus fly,
Whose powerful arm can save; Then shall our hopes ascend on high, And triumph o'er the grave.
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Tlie peaceful death oftlie righteous.
1 SWEET is the scene when Christians 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; So gently shuts the eye of day; So dies a wave along the shore.
3 Triumphant smiles the victor's brow,
Fann'd by some guardian angel's wing : 0 grave ! where is thy victory now ?
And where, 0 death ! where is thy sting ?
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Death of an infant.
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 healing art
To soothe the anguish of the heart ? Spirit of grace, be ever nigh : Thy comforts are not made to die.
3 Let gentle patience smile on pain, Till dying hope revives again ;
Hope wipes the tear from sorrow's eye, And faith points upward to the sky.
L. M.
God appointetli affliction.
1 NOT from relentless fate's dark womb, Or from the dust, our troubles come. No fickle chance presides o'er grief, To cause the pain, or send relief.
2 Look up, and see, ye sorrowiDg saints ! The cause and cure of your complaints. Know, 'tis your heavenly Father's will : Bid every murmur then be still.
3 He sees we need the painful yoke ; Yet love directs his heaviest stroke. He takes no pleasure in our smart,
But wounds to heal and cheer the heart.
4 Blest trials those that cleanse from sin, And make the soul all pure within, Wean the fond mind from earthly toys, To seek and taste celestial joys !
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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 ? There the dear flesh of Jesus lay, His light dispell'd its gloom.
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4 The graves of all his saints he bless'd,
And soften'd every bed ; Where should the dying members rest, But with the dying Head ?
5 Thence he arose, ascending high,
And show'd our feet the way ; Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly At the great rising-day.
6 Then let the last loud trumpet sound,
And bid our kindred rise ; Awake, ye nations under ground, Ye saints, ascend the skies.
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On the death of a child.
1 LIFE is a span, a fleeting hour ;
How soon the vapour flies !
Man is a tender, transient flower
That e'en in blooming dies.
2 The once lov'd form, now cold and dead,
Each mournful thought employs ; And nature weeps her comforts fled, And wither' d all her joys.
3 But wait the interposing gloom,
And lo ! stern winter flies ; And, dressed in beauty's fairest bloom, The flowery tribes arise.
4 Hope looks beyond the bounds of time,
When what we now deplore
Shall rise in full immortal prime,
And bloom to fade no more.
5 Then cease, fond nature! cease thy tears;
Religion points on high : There everlasting spring appears, And joys that cannot die. 43
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Frailty and folly.
1 HOW short and hasty is our life !
How vast our souls' affairs ! Yet senseless mortals vainly strive To lavish out their years.
2 Our days run thoughtlessly along,
Without a moment's stay; Just like a story, or a song, We pass our lives away.
3 God from on high invites us home,
But we march heedless on,
And ever hastening to the tomb,
Stoop downwards as we run.
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4 How we deserve the deepest hell,
That slight the joys above ! What chains of vengeance should we feel, That break such chords of love !
5 Draw us, 0 Saviour, with thy grace,
And lift our thoughts on high, That we may end this mortal race, Aud see salvation nigh.
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Time is short.
1 THE time is short ! the season near
When death will us remove ; To leave our friends, however dear, And all we fondly love.
2 The time is short ! sinners, beware,
Nor trifle time away ; The word of great salvation hear. While it is call'd to-day.
3 The time is short ! ye rebels, now
To Christ the Lord submit ; To mercy's golden sceptre bow, And fall at Jesus' feet.
4 The time is short ! ye saints rejoice —
The Lord will quickly come : Soon shall you hear the Bridegroom's voice, To call you to your home.
5 The time is short ! it swiftly flies —
The hour is just at hand, When we shall mount above the skies, And reach the wish'd-for land.
6 The time is short ! — the moment near
When we shall dwell above, And be for ever happy there With Jesus, whom we love.
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Improving time.
1 THAT awful hour will soon appear,
Swift on the wings of time it flies, When all that pains or pleases here Will vanish from my closing eyes.
2 Death calls my friends, my neighbours hence,
And none resist the fatal dart : Continual warnings strike my sense, And shall they fail to strike my heart?
3 Think, 0 my soul ! how much depends
On the short period of to-day : Shall time, which heaven in mercy lends, Be negligently thrown away ?
4 Thy wasting minutes strive to use ;
Awake, arouse every active power; And not in dreams and trifles lose This little, this important hour !
5 Lord of my life, inspire my heart
With heavenly ardour, grace divine ; Nor let thy presence e'er depart,
For strength and life and death are thine.
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6 0 teach me some celestial skill, Each awful warning to improve ; And, while my days are shortening still, Prepare me for the joys above.
L. M.
1 LIFE is the time to serve the Lord, The time t' insure the great reward; And while the lamp holds out to burn, The vilest sinner may return.
2 Life is the hour that God has given
T' escape from hell, and fly to heaven; The day of grace — and mortals may Secure the blessings of the day.
3 Then, what my thoughts design to do, My hands, with all your might, pursue ; Since no device, nor work, is found, Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground.
4 There are no acts of pardon pass'd In the cold grave to which we haste ; But darkness, death, and long despair Reign in eternal silence there.
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The soul's best portion.
ALMIGHTY Maker of my frame,
Teach me the measure of my days ; Teach me to know how frail I am,
And spend the remnant to thy praise.
My days are shorter than a span ;
A little point my life appears; How frail, at best, is dying man !
How vain are all his hopes and fears !
Yain his ambition, noise, and show :
Vain are the cares which rack his mind :
He heaps |up treasures mix'd with wo, And dies, and leaves them all behind.
0 be a nobler portion mine !
My God, I bow before thy throne ; Earth's fleeting treasures I resign,
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1 JERUSALEM ! my happy home !
Name ever dear to me ! "When shall my labours have an end, In joy, and peace, and thee ?
2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls
And pearly gates behold ? Thy bulwarks, with salvation strong, And streets of shining gold ?
3 0 when, thou city of my God,
Shall I thy courts ascend, Where congregations ne'er break up, And Sabbaths have no end ?
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4 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom,
Nor sin nor sorrow know : Blest seats ! through rude and stormy scenes, I onward press to you.
5 Why should I shrink at pain and wo ?
Or feel at death dismay ? I've Canaan's goodly land in view, And realms of endless day.
6 Apostles, martyrs, prophets there,
Around my Saviour stand ; And soon my friends in Christ below Will join the glorious band.
7 Jerusalem ! my happy home !
My soul still pants for thee ! Then shall my labours have an end, When I thy joys shall see.
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Banishment from God intolerable.
1 THAT awful day will surely come,
Th' appointed hour makes haste, When I must stand before my Judge, And pass the solemn test.
2 Thou lovely Chief of all my joys —
Thou Sovereign of my heart — How could I bear to hear thy voice Pronounce the word — " Depart I"
3 0 wretched state of deep despair,
To see my God remove, And fix my doleful station where I must not taste his love.
4 0 tell me that my worthless name
Is graven on thy hands ; Show me some promise in thy book, Where my salvation stands !
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1 LO ! he comes, with clouds descending,
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Swell the triumph of his train :
Hallelujah, Jesus now shall ever reign !
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2 Every eye shall now behold him
Rob'd in dreadful majesty; Those who set at naught and sold him Pierc'd and nail'd him to the tree,
Deeply wailing, Shall the great Messiah see ?
3 Every island, sea and mountain,
Heaven and earth shall flee away;
All who hate him must, confounded,
Hear the trump proclaim the day :
Come to judgment! Come to judgment ! come away !
4 Now redemption, long expected,
See in solemn pomp appear ! All his saints, by man rejected, Now shall meet him in the air !
Hallelujah ! See the day of God appear !
5 Yea ! Amen ! let all adore thee,
High on thine exalted throne ; Saviour ! take the power and glory ; Claim the kingdoms for thine own !
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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,
Cloth' d in majesty divine ! Ye who long for his appearing,
Then shall say, "This God is mine I"
Gracious Saviour ! Own me in that day for thine !
3 Under sorrows and reproaches,
May this thought our courage raise ! Swiftly God's great day approaches, Sighs shall then be chang'd to praise !
May we triumph When the world is in a blaze !
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3 There is a home for weary souls.
By sin and sorrow driven ; When toss'd on life's tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise and ocean rolls,
And all is drear — but heaven.
4 There faith lifts up her cheerful eye,
To brighter prospects given ; And views the tempest passing by, The evening shadows quickly fly,
And all serene — in heaven.
5 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom,
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1 THIS world is poor from shore to shore,
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There's nothing rich but heaven.
2 Empires decay and nations die,
Our hopes to winds are given : The vernal blooms in ruin lie, Death reigns o'er all beneath the sky ; —
There's nothing sure but heaven.
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Shall be to atoms riven, — The skies consume, the planets fall, Convulsions rock this earthly ball ; —
There's nothing firm but heaven.
4 A stranger, lonely here I roam,
From place to place am driven; My friends are gone, and I'm in gloom, This earth is all a dismal tomb ; —
I have no home but heaven.
5 The clouds disperse — the light appears,
My sins are all forgiven, Triumphant grace hath quelled my fears ; — Roll on, thou sun ! fly swift, my years !
I'm on my way to heaven.
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Tuning their triumphant song ? "Worthy is the Lamb, once slain,
Blessing, honour, glory, power, Wisdom, riches, to obtain
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These through fiery 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, Through their great Redeemer's might,
More than conquerors they stand.
Hunger, thirst, disease unknown,
On immortal fruits they feed : Them the Lamb amid the throne
Shall to living fountains lead. Joy and gladness banish sighs ;
Perfect love dispels their fears ; And for ever from their eyes
God shall wipe away their tears.
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IF 'tis sweet to mingle where Christians meet for social prayer; If 'tis sweet with them to raise Songs of holy joy and praise; — Passing sweet that state must be Where they meet eternally.
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1 I WOULD not live alway : I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way; The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here,
Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer.
2 I would not live alway, thus fetter'd by 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 has lain there, I dread not its gloom; There sweet be my rest, till he bid me arise
To hail him in triumph descending the skies.
4 Who, who would live alway, away from his God ; Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode,
Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains, And the noontide of glory eternally reigns;
5 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, Their Saviour and brethren, transported to greet : While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul !
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1 HOW firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, Is laid for your faith in his excellent word ! What more can he say than to you he has said? You, who unto Jesus for refuge have fled.
2 In every condition — in sickness, in health, In poverty's vale, or abounding in wealth, At home and abroad, on the land, on the sea,
As thy days may demand, so thy succour shall be.
3 The soul that on Jesus has lean'd for repose, I will not, I cannot desert to his foes :
That soul, though all hell should endeavour to shake, I'll never — no, never — no, never forsake !
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Christ precious. IT makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast; ;Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary, rest.
By him my prayers acceptance gain,
Although with sin defiled; Satan accuses me in vain,
And I am own'd a child.
Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmest thought ; But when I see thee as thou art,
I'll praise thee as I ought.
Till then, I would thy love proclaim,
With every fleeting breath; And may the music of thy name
Refresh my soul in death.
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God eternal and unchangeable. GREAT God, how infinite art thou !
How frail and weak are we ! Let the whole race of creatures bow
And pay their praise to thee.
Thy throne eternal ages stood,
Ere earth or heaven was made ; Thou art the ever-living God,
Were all the nations dead.
Nature and time all open lie
To thine immense survey, From the formation of the sky,
To the last awful day.
Eternity, with all its years,
Stands present to thy view; To thee there's nothing old appears
To thee there's nothing new.
Our lives through various scenes are drawn,
And vex'd with trifling cares ; While thine eternal thought moves on
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Sorroiofor the sufferings of the Saviour
1 ALAS ! and did my Saviour bleed,
And did my Sovereign die ? Would he devote that sacred head For such a worm as I ?
2 Was it for crimes that I had done
He groan' d upon the tree ? Amazing pity ! grace unknown ! And love beyond degree !
3 Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in, When Christ the mighty Maker died For man the creature's sin !
4 Thus might I hide my blushing face,
While his dear cross appears ; Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, And melt my eyes to tears.
5 But drops of-grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe ; Here, Lord, I give myself away, 'Tis all that I can do.
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The love of a dying Saviour.
1 BEHOLD the Saviour of mankind
Nail'd to the shameful tree ! How vast the love that him inclin'd To bleed and die for thee !
2 Hark, how he groans ! while nature shakes,
And earth's strong pillars bend ! The temple's vail in sunder breaks, The solid marbles rend.
3 'Tis done ! the precious ransom's paid ;
" Receive my soul !" he cries : See where he bows his sacred head ! He bows his head and dies !
4 But soon he'll break death's envious chain,
And in full glory shine; 0 Lamb of God ! was ever pain, AVas ever love like thine !
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Tribute to the Lamb.
1 COME, let us join our cheerful songs
With angels round the throne ; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one.
2 "Worthy the Lamb that died/' they cry,
To be exalted thus ; " Worthy the Lamb/' our lips reply, For he was slain for us.
3 Jesus is worthy to receive
Honour and power divine ; And blessings more than we can give, Be, Lord ! for ever thine.
4 Let all that dwell above the sky,
And air, and earth, and seas, Conspire to lift thy glories high, And speak thine endless praise !
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Walking with God.
1 0 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 ? Where is the soul-refreshing view Of Jesus and his word?
3 What peaceful hours I then enjoy 'd !
How sweet their memory still ! But now I find an aching void, The world can never fill.
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4 Return, 0 holy Dove, return,
Sweet messenger of rest ! I hate the sins that made thee mourn, And drove thee from my breast.
5 The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be, Help me to tear it from thy throne, And worship only thee.
6 So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame ! And purer light shall mark the road That leads me to the Lamb.
124
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Christ's compassion.
1 HOW condescending and how kind
Was God's eternal Son ! Our misery reach'd his heavenly mind, And pity brought him down.
2 This was compassion like a God,
That when the Saviour knew The price of pardon was his blood, His pity ne'er withdrew.
3 Now, though he reigns exalted high,
His love is still as great : Well he remembers Calvary, Nor should his saints forget.
4 Here we receive repeated seals
Of Jesus' dying love : Hard is the heart that never feels One soft affection move.
5 Here let our hearts begin to melt,
While we his death record, And with our joy for pardon'd guilt, Mourn that we pierc'd the Lord.
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ROTHERHAM. L. M.
TITH FEELI\G.
Show pi - ty, Lord ! 0 Lord, forgive ! Let a re - pent-ing sin-ner- live :
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Penitence.
1 SHOW pity. Lord ! 0 Lord, forgive ! Let a repenting sinner live :
Are not thy mercies large and free ? May not the contrite trust in thee ?
2 With shame my numerous sins I trace Against thy law, against thy grace ;
And, though my prayer thou shouldst not hear, My doom is just and thou art clear.
3 Yet save a penitent, 0 Lord !
Whose hope, still hovering round thy word, Seeks for some precious promise there, Some sure support against despair.
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4 My sins are great, but don't surpass The riches of eternal grace ;
Great God, thy nature hath no bound, So let thy pard'ning love be found.
5 0 wash my soul from every stain, Nor let the guilt I mourn remain ; Give me to hear thy pard'ning voice, And bid my bleeding heart rejoice.
6 Then shall thy love inspire my tongue, Salvation shall be all my song j
And every power shall join to bless
The Lord, my strength and righteousness.
126
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Christ's intercession.
1 HE lives, the great Redeemer lives, (What joy the blest assurance gives !) And now, before his Father, God, Pleads the full merit of his blood.
2 Repeated crimes awake our fears,
And justice arni'd 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 In every dark, distressful hour, When sin and Satan join their power, Let this dear hope repel the dart, That Jesus bears us on his heart.
5 Great Advocate, Almighty Friend — On him our humble hopes depend : Our cause can never, never fail,
For Jesus pleads and must prevail.
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JESUS, lover of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly, While the billows near me roll,
While the tempest still is high j Hide me, 0 my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life is past ; Safe into the haven guide,
0 receive my soul at last !
Other refuge have I none ;
Lo ! I, helpless, hang on thee ; Leave, 0 leave me not alone,
Lest I basely shrink and flee : Thou art all my trust and aid,
All my help from thee I bring ; Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of thy wing.
Thou, 0 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'm all unrighteousness ; Vile and full of sin I am,
Thou art full of truth and grace.
Plenteous grace with thee is found,
Grace to pardon all my sin ; Let the healing streams abound,
Make and keep me pure within. Thou of life the fountain art,
Freely let me take of thee : Reign, 0 Lord, within my heart,
Reign to all eternity.
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Rock smitten; or the Rock of Ages.
ROCK of ages, cleft for me ! Let me hide myself in thee ; Let the water and the blood. From thy wounded side that flow'd, Be of sin the perfect cure ; Save me, Lord ! and make me pure.
Should my tears for ever flow, Should my zeal no languor know, Thi.s 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 mine eyelids close in death, When I rise to worlds unknown, And behold thee on thy throne, Rock of ages, cleft for me ! Let me hide myself in thee.
7s. Sun of Righteousness.
1 CHRIST, whose glory fills the skies,
Christ, the true, the only light, Sun of Righteousness, arise,
Triumph o'er the shades of night; Day-spring from on high, be near; Day-star, in my heart appear.
2 Dark and cheerless is the morn,
If thy light is hid from me ; Joyless is the day's return,
Till thy mercy's beams I see ; — Till thy inward light impart Warmth and gladness to my heart.
3 Visit, then, this soul of mine ;
Pierce the gloom of sin and grief; Fill me, radiant Sundivine ;
Scatter all my unb'elief ; More and more thyself display, Shining to the perfect day.
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8s & 7s. Grateful recollections on the journey of life.
1 COME, thou fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing thy grace ; Streams of mercy never ceasing, Calls for songs of loudest praise :
2 Teach me some melodious measure,
Sung by flaming tongues above ; Fill my soul with sacred pleasure, While I sing redeeming love.
3 Here I raise mine Ebenezer,
Hither by thy help I've come, And I hope, by thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home.
4 Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God ; He, to save my soul from danger, Interposed his precious blood.
5 0 to grace how great a debtor
Daily Fm constraint to be ! Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter, Bind my wandering heart to thee !
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6 Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it ; Prone to leave the God I love — Here's my heart, Lord, take and seal it, Seal it for thy courts above.
8s & 7s. Christ our friend.
1 ONE there is, above all others,
Well deserves the name of Friend ; His is love beyond a brother's, Costly, free, and knows no end.
2 Which of all our friends, to save us,
Could or would have shed his blood ! But this Saviour died to have us Eeconcil'd in him to God.
3 When he liv'd on earth abased,
Friend of sinners was his name ; Now, above all glory raised, He rejoices in the same.
4 0 for grace our hearts to soften !
Teach us, Lord, at length to love ; We, alas ! forge fc too often
What a Friend we have above.
8s & 7s. Glory of Christ.
1 JESUS, hail ! enthroned in glory,
There for ever to abide ; All the heavenly host adore thee, Seated at thy Father's side.
2 There for sinners thou art pleading,
There thou dost our place prepare : Ever for us interceding, Till in glory we appear.
3 Worship, honour, power, and blessing,
Thou art worthy to receive; Loudest praises without ceasing, Meet it is for us to give.
4 Help, ye bright angelic spirits,
Bring your sweetest, noblest lays ; Help to sing our Saviour's merits, Help to chant Immanuel's praise.
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Heavenly joy on earth.
1 COME, ye that love the Lord,
And let your joys be known; Join in a song with sweet accord, While ye surround the throne.
2 Let those refuse to sing
Who never knew our God; But servants of the heavenly King May speak their joys abroad.
3 The God who rules on high,
Who all the earth surveys, Who rides upon the stormy sky, And calms the roaring seas :
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4 This awful God is ours,
Our Father and our love ; He •will send down his heavenly powers To carry us above.
5 There we shall see his face,
And never, never sin ! There, from the rivers of his grace, Drink endless pleasures in.
6 Yea, and before we rise
To that immortal state, The thoughts of such amazing bliss Should constant joys create.
7 The men of grace have found
Glory begun below — Celestial fruit on earthly ground From faith and hope may grow.
8 Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry ; We're marching through InimanueTs ground To fairer worlds on high.
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The pleasures of conversion.
1 HOW various and how new
Are thy compassions, Lord ! Each morning shall thy mercies show, Each night thy love record.
2 Thy goodness, like the sun,
Dawn'd on our early days,
Ere infant reason had begun
To form our lips to praise.
3 Each object we beheld
Gave pleasure to our eyes, And nature all our senses held In bands of sweet surprise.
4 But pleasures more refin'd
Awaited that blest day, When light arose upon our mind To chase our sins away.
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1 AND shall we still be slaves,
And in our fetters lie, When summon'd by a voice divine T' assert our liberty !
2 Did the great Saviour bleed,
Our freedom to obtain ? And shall we trample on his blood, And glory in our chain ?
3 Shall we go on in sin,
Because thy grace abounds ; Or crucify the Lord again, And open all his wounds ?
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4 Forbid it, mighty God !
Nor let it e'er be said That those, for whom thy Son has died, In vice are lost and dead.
5 The man that durst despise
The law that Moses brought, Behold ! how terribly he dies For his presumptuous fault.
6 But sorer vengeance falls
On that rebellious race, Who hate to hear when Jesus calls, And dare resist his grace.
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S. M. Death temporal and eternal.
1 0 WHERE shall rest be found,
Best for the weary soul ? 'Twere vain the ocean's 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, Unmeasur'd by the flight of years— And all that life is love.
4 There is a death whose pang
Outlasts the fleeting breath : 0 what eternal horrors hang Around the second death !
5 Lord G-od of truth and grace !
Teach us that death to shun : — Lest we be driven from thy face, And evermore undone.
6 Here would we end our quest —
Alone are found in thee The life of perfect love — the rest Of immortality.
538 MORNING HYMNS.
MORNING HYMNS.
]oy CM. Peterborough, (p. 416.)
1 The fear of God.
1 THRICE happy souls, who, born of heaven
While yet they sojourn here, Humbly begin their days with God, And spend them in his fear.
2 So may our eyes with holy zeal
Prevent the dawning day; And turn the sacred pages o'er, And praise thy name and pray.
3 Midst hourly cares may love present
Its incense to thy throne ; And, while the world our hands employs, Our hearts be thine alone.
4 At night we lean our weary heads
On thy paternal breast; And, safely folded in thine arms, Resign our powers to rest.
5 In solid, pure delights, like these,
Let all my days be passed ; Nor shall I then impatient wish, Nor shall I fear the last.
"I DO C M. Peterborough, (p. 416.)
Morning prayer for Divine protection.
1 TO thee let my first offerings rise,
Whose sun creates my day ; Swift as the gladdening influence flies, And spotless as his ray.
2 This day thy favouring hand be nigh,
So oft vouchsafed before ! Still may it lead, protect, supply, And I that hand adore.
MORNING HYMNS. 539
3 If bliss thy Providence impart,
For which, resign' d, I pray, Give me to feel the grateful heart That, without guilt, is gay.
4 Affliction shouldst thou please to send,
As sin's or folly's cure, Patient to gain that blessed end, May I the means endure.
5 Be this and every future day
Still wiser than the past ; That, from the whole of life's survey, I may find peace at last.
"I on C. M. Peterborough, (p. 416.)
God's goodness renewed every morning and evening.
1 GREAT God ! my early vows to thee
With gratitude I'll bring ; And at the rosy dawn of day Thy lofty praises sing.
2 Thou, round the heavenly arch dost draw
A dark and sable vail, And all the beauties of the world From mortal eyes conceal.
3 Again the sky with golden beams
Thy skilful hands adorn, And paint, with cheerful splendour gay, The fair ascending morn.
4 And as the gloomy night returns,
Or smiling day renews, Thy constant goodness still my soul With benefits pursues.
5 For this will I my vows to thee
With evening incense bring ; And at the rosy dawn of day Thy lofty praises sing.
540
EVENING HYMNS.
EVENING HYMNS.
J4Q C. M. Arlington, (p. 428.)
Evening prayer and praise.
1 INDULGENT Father, by whose care,
I've pass'd another day, Let me this night thy mercy share ; 0 teach me how to pray.
2 Show me my sins, that I may mourn
My guilt before thy face ; Direct me, Lord, to Christ alone, And save me by thy grace.
3 Let each returning night declare
The tokens of thy love ; And every hour thy grace prepare My soul for joys above.
4 And when on earth I close mine eyes
To sleep in death's embrace, Let me to heaven and glory rise, To see thy smiling face.
141 CM. Arlington, (p. 428.)
1 NOW from the altar of our hearts
Let incense flames arise ; Assist us, Lord, to offer up Our evening sacrifice.
2 Awake, our love, awake our joy ;
Awake, our hearts and tongue : Sleep not when mercies loudly call, Break forth into a song.
3 Minutes and mercies multiplied
Have made up all this day; Minutes came quick, but mercies were More fleet and free than they.
4 New time, new favours, and new joys
Do a new song require; Till we shall praise thee as we would, Accept our heart's desire.
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5 Lord of our time, whose hand hath set ' New time upon our score, Thee may we praise for all our time, When time shall be no more.
\ 42 C- M- Arlington, (p. 4£8.)
1 IN all my vast concerns with thee,
In vain my soul would try To shun thy presence, Lord, or flee The notice of thine eye.
2 Thy all-surrounding sight surveys
My rising and my rest, My public walks, my private ways, And secrets of my breast.
3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord,
Before they're forni'd within; And ere my lips pronounce the word, He knows the sense I mean.
4 0 wondrous knowledge, deep and high,
Where can a creature hide ? Within thy circling arms I lie, Enclos'd on every side.
5 So let thy grace surround me still,
And like a bulwark prove, To guard my soul from every ill, Secur'd by sovereign love.
J 4.3 CM. Arlington, (p. 428.)
1 IN mercy, Lord, remember me,
Through all the hours of night, And grant to me most graciously The safeguard of thy might.
2 With cheerful heart I close my eyes
Since thou wilt not remove ; 0 in the morning let me rise Rejoicing in thy love !
3 Or, if this night should prove the last,
And end my transient days, Lord, take me to thy promis'd rest, Where I may sing thy praise. 46
542 EVENING HYMNS.
144 CM. Arlington, (p. 428 )
Saturday night.
1 BEGONE, my worldly cares, away,
Nor dare to tempt my sight ; Let me begin th' ensuing day, Before I end this night.
2 Yes, let the work of prayer and praise
Employ my heart and tongue : Begin, my soul j — thy Sabbath-days Gan never be too long.
3 Let the past mercies of the week
Excite a grateful frame ; Nor let my tongue refuse to speak Some good of Jesus' name.
4 On wings of expectation borne,
My hopes to* heaven ascend; I long to welcome in the morn, With thee the day to spend.
145 L. M. Hebron, (p. 426.)
1 GLORY to thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the light : Keep me, 0 keep me, King of kings Beneath thine own almighty wings.
2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, The ill that I this day have done ; That with the world, myself, and thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
3 Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed ; Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the judgment day.
4 Lord, let my soul for ever share The bliss of thy paternal care :
'Tis heaven on earth, 'tis heaven above, To see thy face and sing thy love !
SABBATH MORNING. 543
\4_Q L. M. Hebron, (p. 426.)
1 GREAT God, to thee rny evening song
With humble gratitude I raise ; 0 let thy mercy tune my tongue, And fill my heart with lively praise.
2 My days unclouded as they pass,
And every gently rolling hour, Are monuments of wond'rous grace, And witness to thy love and power.
3 Thy love and power, celestial guard,
Preserve me from surrounding harm : Can danger reach me while the Lord Extends his kind, protecting arm ?
4 Let this blest hope my eyelids close ;
"With sleep refresh my feeble frame : Safe in thy care may I repose,
And wake with praises to thy name.
SABBATH MORNING.
Y^7 CM. Barby, (p. 444.)
The resurrection Sabbath.
1 BLEST morning, whose first dawning rays
Beheld our rising God ; That saw him triumph o'er the dust, And leave his dark abode !
2 In the cold prison of the tomb
Our dear Redeemer lay, Till the revolving skies had brought The third, th' appointed day.
3 Hell and the grave unite their force
To hold our God in vain; The sleeping conqueror arose, And burst their feeble chain.
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4 To thy great name, almighty Lord, These sacred hours we pay, And loud hosannas shall proclaim The triumph of the day.
J4_g CM. Barby, (p. 414.)
Lord's-day morning.
1 ON this sweet morn my Lord arose
Triumphant o'er the grave ! He dies to vanish all my foes, And lives again to save.
2 This is the day for holy rest,
* Yet clouds will gather soon, Except my Lord becomes my guest, And put my harp in tune.
3 No heavenly fire my heart can raise,
Without the Spirit's aid ; His breath must kindle prayer and praise, Or I am cold and dead.
4 On all the flocks thy Spirit pour,
And saving health convey ; A sweet, refreshing Sunday shower Will make them sing and pray.
5 Direct thy shepherds how to feed
The flocks of thine own choice ; Give savour to the heavenly bread, And bid the folds rejoice.
24.0 CM. Barby, (p. 444.)
Christ's resurrection and our salvation.
1 THIS is the day the Lord hath made,
He calls the hours his own : Let heaven rejoice; let earth be glad, And praise surround the throne.
2 To-day he rose and left the dead ;
And Satan's empire fell ; To-day the saints his triumphs spread, And all his wonders tell.
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3 Hosarma to th' anointed King,
To David's holy Son; Help us, 0 Lord, descend and bring Salvation from thy throne.
4 Blest be the Lord who conies to men
With messages of grace ; "Who comes in God his Father's name, To save our sinful race.
5 Hosanna in the highest strain •
The church on earth can raise ; The highest heavens in which he reigns, Shall give him nobler praise.
SABBATH EVENING.
KA L. M. Stonington, (p. 450.)
The eternal Sabbath.
1 THINE earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love, But there's a nobler rest above ;
To that our longing souls aspire, With ardent hope and strong desire.
2 No more fatigue, no more distress, Nor sin, nor hell, shall reach the place ; No groans to mingle with the songs, Which warble from immortal, tongues.
3 No rude alarms of raging foes ; No cares to break the long repose ; No midnight shade, no clouded sun Obscures the lustre of thy throne.
4 Around thy throne, grant we may meet, And give us but the lowest seat ;
We'll shout thy praise, and join the song Of the triumphant, holy throng. 46*
546 FAMILY RELIGION.— THE SEASONS.
151
FAMILY RELIGION.
L. M. Old Hundred, (p. 454.)
1 THOU, Lord, through every changing scene, Hast to the saints a refuge been ; Through every age, eternal God !
Their pleasing home — their safe abode.
2 In thee our fathers sought their rest, And were with thy protection blest; Behold their sons, a feeble race ! We come to fill our fathers' place.
3 Through all the thorny paths we tread, Ere we are number'd with the dead, When friends desert — and foes invade, Be thou our all-sufficient aid !
4 And when this pilgrimage is o'er, And we must dwell on earth no more, To thee, great God ! may we ascend, And find an everlasting friend.
5 To thee our infant race we'll leave ; Them may their fathers' God receive ; That voices, yet unform'd, may raise Succeeding hymns of humble praise.
152
THE SEASONS.
C. M. Coronation, (p. 474.) Winter.
1 STERN winter throws his icy chains,
Encircling nature round; How bleak, how comfortless the plains, Late with gay verdure crown'd !
2 The sun withdraws his vital beams,
And light and warmth depart; And drooping lifeless, nature seems An emblem of my heart.
EARLY PIETY. 547
3 My heart, where mental winter reigns,
In night's dark mantle clad, Confin'd in cold, inactive chains, How desolate and sad !
4 Return, 0 blissful Sun, and bring
Thy soul-reviving ray ; This mental winter shall be spring, This darkness cheerful day.
5 0 happy state, divine abode,
Where spring eternal reigns; And perfect day, the smile of God, Fills all the heavenly plains !
6 Great Source of light, thy beams display,
My drooping joys restore, And guide me to the seats of day, Where winter chills no more.
EARLY PIETY.
JQg C. M. Devizes, (p. 486.)
The first great object.
1 RELIGION is the chief concern
Of mortals here below ; May I its great importance learn, Its sovereign virtue know !
2 More needful this, than glittering wealth,
Or aught the world bestows ; Nor reputation, food, and health, Can give us such repose.
3 Religion should our thoughts engage,
Amid our youthful bloom ; 'Twill fit us for declining age, And for the awful tomb.
4 0 may my heart, by grace renew'd,
Be my Redeemer's throne ; And be my stubborn will subdu'd, His government to own.
5 Let deep repentance, faith, and love
Re join'd with godly fear; And all my conversation prove My heart to be sincere.
548 TIME — ETERNITY. MISCELLANEOUS.
TIME— ETERNITY.
254. CM. Rochester, (p. 5C6.)
Death at hand.
1 THEE we adore, eternal Name !
And humbly own to thee How feeble is our mortal frame, What dying worms are we.
2 Our wasting lives are shortening still,
As months and days increase ; And every beating pulse we tell Leaves but the number less.
3 Bangers stand thick through all the ground,
To push us to the tomb; And fierce diseases wait around To hurry mortals home.
4 Great God ! on what a slender thread
Hang everlasting things ! Th' eternal states of all the dead Upon life's feeble strings.
5 Yet while a world of joy or wo
Depends on every breath, Thoughtless and unconcern'd we go Upon the brink of death.
6 Waken, 0 Lord, our drowsy sense,
To walk this dangerous road ;
And if our souls are hurried hence,
May they be found with God.
MISCELLANEOUS.
Jgg C. M. Marlow, (p. 520.)
Breathing after holiness.
1 0 THAT the Lord would guide my ways,
To keep his statutes still ! 0 that my God would grant me grace To know and do his will !
2 Order my footsteps by thy word,
And make my heart sincere ; Let sin have no dominion, Lord, But keep my conscience clear.
MISCELLANEOUS. 549
3 Assist my soul, too apt to stray,
A stricter watch to keep ; And, should I ere forget thy way, Restore thy wandering sheep.
4 Make me to walk in thy commands ;
'Tis a delightful road : Nor let my lips, or heart, or hands, Offend against our God.
1KQ CM. Marlow, (p. 520.)
Breathing after the Holy Sjiirit.
1 COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all thy quickening powers, Kindle a flame of sacred love In these cold hearts of ours.
2 See, how we grovel here below,
Fond of these earthly toys ! Our souls, how heavily they go, To reach eternal joys !
3 Dear Lord ! and shall we always live
At this poor, dying rate ? Our love so cold, so faint to thee, And thine to us so great.
4 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all thy quickening powers ; Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, And that shall kindle ours.
Jg^ CM. Marlow, (p. 520.)
Living near to God.
1 0 COULD I find, from day to day,
A nearness to my Cod: Then should my hours glide sweet away And lean upon his word.
2 Lord, I desire with thee to live
Anew from day to day ; In joys the world can never give, Nor ever take away.
3 0 Jesus, come and rule my heart,
And make me wholly thine, That I may never more depart, Nor grieve thy love divine.
550 MISCELLANEOUS.
4 Thus till my last expiring breath, Thy goodness I'll adore; And when my flesh dissolves in death, My soul shall love thee more.
jgg C. M. St. Martin's, (p. 524.)
Holy fortitude.
1 AM I a soldier of the cross ?
A follower of the Lamb ! And shall I fear to own his cause, Or blush to speak his name ?
2 Shall I be carried to the skies,
On flowery beds of ease, While others fought to win the prize, And sail'd through bloody seas ?
3 Are there no foes for me to face ?
Must I not stem the flood ? Is this vain world a friend to grace, To help me on to God ?
4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign ;
Increase my courage, Lord, To bear the cross, endure the shame, Supported by thy word.
5 The saints, in all this glorious war,
Shall conquer, though they die ; They see the triumph from afar, With faith's discerning eye.
]gQ L. M. Rotherham, (p. 526.)
Parting with carnal joys.
1 I SEND the joys of earth away;
Away, ye tempters of the mind, False as the smooth, deceitful sea, And empty as the whistling wind.
2 Your streams were floating me along
Down to the gulf of black despair, And while I listen'd to your song,
Your streams had e'en convey'd me there.
3 Lord, I adore thy matchless grace,
That warn'd me of that dark abyss, That drew me from those treacherous seas, And bade me seek superior bliss.
MISCELLANEOUS. 551
4 Now to the shining realms above
I stretch my hands and glance mine eyes ) 0 for the pinions of a dove To bear me to the upper skies.
5 There, from tha bosom of my God,
Oceans of endless pleasure roll ; There would I fix my last abode, And drown the sorrows of my soul.
"I r* A L. M. Kotheriiam, (p. 526.)
Crucifixion to the world by the cross. 1 WHEN I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride.
2- Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God ; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood.
3 See from his head, his hands, his feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down ; Did e'er such love and sorrow meet? Or thorns compose so rich a crown ?
4 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small ; Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
1 £ 1 L. M. Rotherham, (p. 526.)
Dismission, or a parting hymn.
1 CHRISTIANS and brethren ! ere we part, Join every voice and every heart;
One solemn hymn to God we'll raise, One final song of grateful praise.
2 Christians ! we here may meet no more, But there is yet a happier shore;
And there, releas'd from toil and pain, Dear brethren, we shall meet again.
3 Now to our God, the Three in One, Be everlasting glory done ;
Raise ye, his saints, the sound again, Ye nations, join the loud Amen.
552 MISCELLANEOUS.
\Q2 L' M* ROTHERHAM, (p. 526.)
T7ie Mercy-seat.
1 FROM every stormy wind that blows, From every swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a sure retreat,
'Tis found beneath the Mercy-seat.
2 There is a place where Jesus sheds The oil of gladness on our heads,
A place than all besides more sweet — It is the blood-bought Mercy-seat.
3- There is a scene where spirits blend, Where friend holds fellowship with friend. Though sunder' d far — by faith they meet Around one common Mercy-seat.
4 Ah ! whither could we flee for aid, When tempted, desolate, dismay'd ? Or how the hosts of hell defeat, Had suffering saints no Mercy-seat ?
5 There ! there on eagle- wings we soar, And sin and sense seem all no more ; And heaven comes down our souls to greet, And glory crowns the Mercy-seat.
6 0 let my hand forget her skill, My tongue be silent, cold, and still, This bounding heart 'forget to beat, If I forget the Mercy-seat.
T£0 L. M. Migdol, (p. 472.)
" Behold, I stand at the door."
1 BEHOLD a stranger at the door !
He gently knocks — has knock'd before, Hath waited long — is waiting still : You treat no other friend so ill.
2 O, lovely attitude, he stands
With melting heart and loaded hands ! 0, 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 dy'd on Calvary.
MISCELLANEOUS. 553
4 Rise, touch'd with gratitude divine; Turn out bis enemy and thine, That soul-destroying monster, sin, And let the heavenly stranger in.
5 Admit him, ere his anger burn, His {eet departed ne'er return ; Admit him, or the hour's at hand, You'll at his door rejected stand.
]g4 L. M. Stonixgton, (p. 450.)
TJie offer of pardon.
1 I HEAR a voice that comes from far,
From Calvary it sounds abroad ; It soothes my soul, and calms my fear ; It speaks of pardon bought with blood.
2 And is it true that many fly
The sound that bids my soul rejoice, And rather choose in sin to die
Than turn an ear to mercy's voice !
3 Alas for those ! — the day is near
When mercy will be heard no more ; Then will they ask, in vain, to hear The voice they would not hear before.
4 With such, I own, I once appear'd,
But now I know how great their loss ; For sweeter sounds were never heard Than mercy utters from the cross.
igg L. 31. Rotherham, (p. 526.)
TJie wanderer invited to return.
1 RETURN, 0 wanderer, return,
And seek an injur'd Father's face ;
Those warm desires that in thee burn
Were kindled by reclaiming grace.
2 Return, 0 wanderer, return,
And seek a Father's melting heart ; His pitying eyes thy grief discern, His hand shall heal thy inward smart.
3 Return, 0 wanderer, return,
Thy Saviour bids thy spirit live ; Go to his bleeding feet, and learn How freely Jesus can forgive.
554 MISCELLANEOUS.
4 Return, 0 wanderer, return,
And wipe away the falling tear: 'Tis God who says, "No longer mourn/' 'Tis mercy's voice invites thee near.
Jgg L. M. Forest, (p. 508.)
My Spirit shall not always strive.
1 SAY, sinner, hath a voice within
Oft whisper'd to thy secret soul, Urg'd thee to leave the ways of sin, And yield thy heart to God's control ?
2 Hath something met thee in the path
Of worldliness and vanity, And pointed to the coming wrath,
And warn'd thee from that wrath to flee?
3 Sinner, it was a heavenly voice, —
It was the Spirit's gracious call ; It bade thee make the better choice, And haste to seek in Christ thine all.
4 Spurn not the call to life and light ;
Pvegard in time the warning kind; That call thou ma/st not always slight, And yet the gate of mercy find.
5 God's Spirit will not always strive
With harden'd self-destroying man ; Ye, who persist his love to grieve, May never hear his voice again.
6 Sinner — perhaps this very day
Thy last accepted time may be ; 0 shouldst thou grieve him now away, Then hope may never beam on thee.
"1 O >7 L. M. PtOTHERHAM, (p. 526.)
Hardness of heart lamented.
1 0 FOR a glance of heavenly day, To take this stubborn heart away, And thaw with beams of love divine This heart, this frozen heart of mine !
2 The rocks can rend ; the earth can quake ; The seas can roar; the mountains shake; Of feeling all things show some sign, But this unfeeling heart of mine.
MISCELLANEOUS. 555
3 To hear the sorrows thou hast felt, 0 Lord, an adamant might melt; But I can read each moving line, And nothing moves this heart of mine.
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4 Thy judgments, too, which devils fear, (Amazing thought!) unmov'd I hear; Goodness and wrath in vain combine To stir this stupid heart of mine.
5 Eternal Spirit ! mighty God ! Apply to me the Saviour's blood ; 'Tis his rich blood, and his alone, Can move and melt this heart of stone.
~\£Q CM. AzmoNj (p. 438.)
Spiritual sloth deprecated.
1 MY drowsy powers, why sleep ye so ?
Awake, my sluggish soul ! Nothing has half thy work to do, Yet nothing's half so dull.
2 The little ants, for one poor grain,
Labour, and toil, and strive ; Yet we who have a heaven t* obtain How negligent we live !
3 We, for whose sake all nature stands,
And stars their courses move ; "\Ye, for whose guard the angel bands Come flying from above ;
4 We, for whom God the Son came down,
And labour' d for our good, How careless to secure that crown He purchas'd with his blood !
5 Lord, shall we lie so sluggish still !
And never act our parts ? Come, holy Dove, from the heavenly hill, Renew and warm our hearts.
6 Then shall our active spirits move,
Upward our souls shall rise ; With hands of faith and wings of love We'll fly and take the prize.
556 MISCELLANEOUS.
2g9 CM. Marlow, (p. 520.)
Praise for the fountain opened.
1 THERE is a fountain fill'd with blood
Drawn from Immanuel's veins : And sinners plung'd beneath that flood, Lose all their guilty stains.
2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see
That fountain in his day ; 0 there may I, though vile as he, Wash all my sins away !
3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power, 'Till all the 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 nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing thy power to save ; When this poor, lisping, stamm'ring tongue Lies silent in the grave.
6 Lord, I believe thou hast prepar'd
(Unworthy though I be) For me a blood-bought free reward, A golden harp for me !
7 'Tis strung and tun'd for endless years,
And form'd by power divine ; To sound in God the Father's ears No other name but thine.
]^Q CM. Howard, (p. 492.)
The delights of heaven inconceivable.
1 NOR eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard,
Nor sense nor reason known, What joys the Father has prepar'd For those that love the Son.
2 But the good Spirit of the Lord
Reveals a heaven to come ;
The beams of glory in his word
Allure and guide us home.
MISCELLANEOUS. '557
3 Pure are the joys above the sky,
And all the region peace ; No wanton lips, nor envious eye, Can see or taste the bliss.
4 Those holy gates for ever bar
Pollution, sin, and shame : None shall obtain admittance there, But followers of the Lamb.
5 He keeps the Father's book of life
There all their names are found ; The hypocrite in vain shall strive To tread the heavenly ground.
]7]_ C. M. Azmon, (p. 438.)
Prayer for a renewed heart. ^O FOR a heart to praise my God, ^^ A heart from sin set free !
A heart that always feels thy blood So freely spilt for me !
2 A heart resign'd, submissive, meek,
My great Redeemer's throne ; Where only Christ Is heard to speak, Where Jesus reigns alone.
3 0 for a lowly, contrite heart,
Believing, true, and clean ; Which neither life nor death can part From him that dwells within.
4 A heart in every thought renew'd,
And full of love divine : Perfect, and right, and pure, and good ; A copy, Lord, of thine !
5 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart,
Come quickly from above ; Write thy new name upon my heart, Thy new, best name of love.
l^O s- M- Silver Street, (p. 534.)
Salvation by grace. 1 GRACE ! 'tis a charming sound ! Harmonious to the ear ! Heaven with the echo shall resound, And all the earth shall hear. 47*
558 MISCELLANEOUS.
2 Grace first contrived the way
To save rebellious man ; And all the steps that grace display Which drew the wondrous plan.
3 Grace led my roving feet
To tread the heavenly road ; And new supplies, each hour, I meet, While pressing on to God.
4 Grace taught my soul to pray,
And made my eyes o'erflow : 'Twas grace which kept me to this day, And will not let me go.
5 Grace all the work shall crown,
Through everlasting days ; It lays in heaven the topmost stone, And well deserves the praise. ^»
1>7 0 S. M. Olmtjtz, (p. 536.)
For diligence and icatchfulness.
1 A CHARGE to keep I have,
A God to glorify ; A never-dying soul to save, And fit it for the sky.
2 To serve the present age,
My calling to fulfil, — 0 may it all my powers engage, To do my Master's will.
3 Arm me with jealous care,
As in thy sight to live ; And 0, thy servant, Lord, prepare, A strict account to give.
4 Help me to watch and pray,
And on thyself rely, Assured, if I my trust betray, I shall for ever die.
yj^. S. M. Dover, (p. 4C6.)
Lamb of God. 1 NOT all the blood of beasts, On Jewish altars slain, Could give the guilty conscience peace, Or wash away the stain.
MISCELLANEOUS. 559
2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb
Takes all our sins away ; A sacrifice of nobler name, And richer blood than they.
3 My faith would lay her hand
On that dear head of thine — While as a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin.
4 My soul looks back to see
The burden thou didst bear, When hanging on the cursed tree, And hopes her guilt was there.
5 Believing, we rejoice
To see the curse remove ; We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice C5" And sing his bleeding love.
J fj K 7s. Eltham, (p. 516.) I
The new member's declaration.
1 PEOPLE of the living God,
I have sought the world around, Paths of sin and sorrow trod,
Peace and comfort nowhere found.
2 Now to you my spirit turns,
Turns a fugitive unblest; Brethren, where your altar burns, O receive me into rest !
3 Lonely I no longer roam,
Like the cloud, the wind, the wave ; Where you dwell shall be my home, Where you die shall be my grave.
4 Mine the God whom you adore ;
Your Redeemer shall be mine ; Earth can fill my soul no mqre, Every idol I resign.
5 Tell me not of gain and loss,
Ease, enjoyment, pomp, and power; Welcome poverty and cross,
Shame, reproach, affliction's power.
560 MISCELLANEOUS.
6 "Follow me \" I know thy voice; Jesus, Lord, thy steps I see : Now I take thy yoke by choice, Light 's thy burden now to me.
J fj Q 8s & 7s. Middleton, (p. 532.)
Taking up the cross.
1 JESUS, I my cross have taken,
All to leave and follow thee ; Naked, poor, despis'd, forsaken,
Thou from hence my all shalt be ; Perish every fond ambition, j
All I've sought, or hop'd, or known, Yet how rich is my condition,
God and heaven are still mine own I
2 Let the world despise and leave me j
They have left my Saviour too ; Human hearts and looks deceive me —
Thou art not, like them, untrue ; And while thou shalt smile upon me,
God of wisdom, love and might, Foes may hate and friends disown me,
Show thy face and all is bright.
INDEX OF TUNES.
£.. M.
PAGE
Duke Street 442
Forest 508
Hebron 426
Luton 480
Mendon 460
Xigdol 472
Old Hundred 454
Orland 490
Rockingham 436
Rotherhani 526
Stonington 450
Tallis' Evening Hymn 468
Uxbridge 420
Wells 484
Windham 502
C. H.
Arlington 428
Antioch 520
Azmon 438
Ballerina 466
Bangor 500
Barby 444
China 50J
Coronation 474
Devizes 486
Dundee 456
Howard 492
0 Thou who driest, &c 498
Ortonville .' 452
Peterborough 416
Rochester 506
Resignation 510
St. Martin's 524
Suffering Saviour 522
S. M.
Boylston 470
Dover 496
Laban 418
Lisbon 430
Montville 488
Olmutz 536
Silver Street 534
St. Thomas 458
Watchman 440
7s.
PACE
Benevento 462
Eltham 516
Martyn 530
Onitia 476
Pleyel's Hymn 434
Safely through, &c 448
Watchman, tell us, «fec 528
Wilmot 424
8s &, 7s.
Harwell 432
Middleton 532
8s, 7s &4.S.
Greenville 482
Zion 512
7s & 6s.
Missionary Hymn 478
8s & 6s. There is an hour of peaceful rest... 514
5s& 12g.
New Year 464
lis. Frederick 518
C. P. M.
Meribah 422
Woodstock 494
H. M.
Carmarthen 444
561
INDEX OF FIRST LINES OF HYMNS.
HYMN
A charge to keep I have 173
Again the Lord of life and light... 36 Alas! and did my Saviour bleed... 120
Almighty Maker of my frame 107
Am I a soldier of the cross? 158
And now, my soul, another year... 58
And shall we still be slaves 135
Another day is past 16
Another fleeting day has gone 11
Another six days' work is done 33
Arise, my soul ! with rapture rise ! 7 Author of good, to thee we turn... 49 Awake, my soul, and with the sun 5
Awake, our drowsy souls 38
Awake, ye saints, and raise your... 68
Begone, my worldly cares, away... 144
Behold a stranger at the door 163
Behold the morning sun 91
Behold the Saviour of mankind.... 121
Blest be the tie that binds 53
Blest morning, whose first dawning 147 Bright as the sun's meridian blaze 73
Christians and brethren ! ere we.... 161 Christ, whose glory fills the skies.. 129 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove 156
Come, let us anew 57
Come, let us join our cheerful songs 122 Come', let us join with sweet accord 37 Come, thou fount of every blessing 130 Come, ye that love the Lord 133
Day of judgment — day of wonders 111 Dread Sovereign, let my evening.. 13
Father of all, thy care we bless.... 47 Frequent the day of God returns.. 43 From all that dwell below the skies 48 From every stormy wind that blows 162 From Greenland's icy mountains... 72
Glory to thee, my God, this night.. 145
God of my life, to thee belong 61
God of our Fathers ! by whose hand 50 God of our lives, thy various praise 59 God of the morning, at thy voice... 6
Grace! 'tis a charming sound! 172
Great God, as seasons disappear.... 67 562
HYMN
Great God, at whose all-powerful... 66 Great God, how infinite art thou!.. 119
Great God, let all our tuneful »55
Great God ! my early vows to thee 139
Great God, now condescend 84
Great God ! this sacred day of thine 34 , Great God, to thee my evening song 146 Great God! we sing thy mighty... 54 Great God, with wonder and with.. 88 Great Sun of Righteousness, arise ! 75
Happy is he whose early years 82
He lives, the great Redeemer lives 126 Hosanna, with a cheerful sound.... 28 How condescending and how kind 124 How firm a foundation, ye saints of 117
How perfect is thy word 92
How precious, Lord, thy sacred.... 89 How shall the young secure their.. 87 How short and hasty is our life!... 103
How sweet the name of Jesus US
How various and how new 134
If 'tis sweet to mingle where 115
I hear a voice that comes from far 164
I love to steal a while away 44
In all my vast concerns with thee.. 145 Indulgent Father, by whose care... 140
In mercy, Lord, remember me 143
I send the joys of earth away 159
In sleep's serene oblivion laid 26
Is there a time when moments flow 41 I would not live alway : I ask not... 116
Jerusalem ! my happy home ! 108
Jesus, hail! enthroned in glory.... 132
Jesus, I my cross have taken 176
Jesus, lover of my soul 127
Jesus shall reign where'er the sun 74 Jesus, we look to thee 32
Life is a span, a fleeting hour 102
Life is the time to serve the Lord.. 106
Light of those whose dreary 20
Lo ! he comes, with clouds 110
Lo, what a pleasing sight 52
Lord, in the morning thou shalt... 35 Lord of my life, O may thy praise 1 Lord, thou wilt hear me when I... 15 Lord, with our household deign to 51
INDEX OF FIRST LINES OF HYMNS.
563
HYMN
My drowsy powers, why sleep ye so? 168
My few revolving years 63
My God, how endless is thy love ! 25 My God, the spring of all my joys 30 My Maker and my King! 18
Nor eye hath seen, nor ear hath... 170
Not all the blood of beasts 174
Not from relentless fate's dark 100
Now Father, Son, and Holy Ghost 79 Now from the altar of our hearts... 141 Now, in the heat of youthful blood 78 Now the shades of night are gone.. 10
O could I find, from day to day.... 157 O could I speak the matchless worth 90
O for a closer walk with God 123
O for a glance of heavenly day 167
O for a heart to praise my God 171
O Lord, another day is flown 14
Omnipresent God, whose aid 23
Once more my eyes behold the day 8 Once more, my soul, the rising day 2
One there is above all others 131
On thee, each morning, O my God 29 On this sweet morn my Lord arose 148 O that the Lord would guide my... 155 O thou who driest the mourner's... 94 Our Father, throned above the sky 46 Our Sabbaths come so welcome on 42 O where shall rest be found 136
Peace be to this habitation 21
People of the living God 175
Pleasing spring again is here ! 70
Religion is the chief concern 153
Return, O wanderer, return 165
Rock of ages, cleft for me! 128
Safely through another week 40
Saviour, breathe an evening 19
Saviour, visit thy plantation 76
Say, sinner, hath a voice within... 166
See how the rising sun 3
Show pity, Lord ! O Lord, forgive ! 125 So fades the lovely, blooming flower 99
ETMN
Softly now the light of day 24
Spring returns, and brings along... 71 Stern winter throws his icy chains 152 Sweet is the scene when Christians 98
That awful day will surely come... 109 That awful hour will soon appear.. 105
The day is past and gone 17
Thee we adore, eternal name ! 154
The Lord declares his will 93
The Lord my shepherd is 64
There is a fountain filled with blood 169 There is an hour of peaceful rest.. 112 The time is short ! the season near 104 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we.. 150 This is the day the Lord hath made .149 This world is poor from shore to... 113 Thou, Lord, from every changing.. 151
Thou that dost my life prolong 9
Thrice happy souls, who, born of... 137 Thus far the Lord has led me on... 12
To God the only wise 65
To praise the ever bounteous 69
To thee let my first offerings rise... 138 'Twas by an order from the Lord.. 86
We lift our hearts to thee 4
Welcome, delightful morn! 39
Welcome, sweet day of rest 31
We've no abiding city here 62
What if death my sleep invade.... 22 When blooming youth is snatched 97 When I survey the wondrous cross 160 When Israel through the desert.... 85 When languor and disease invade.. 96 When, O dear Jesus, when shall I 45 When sickness shakes the languid 95 When streaming from the eastern 27 When verdure clothed the fertile... 68 While with ceaseless course the sun 56 With humble heart and tongue.... 83 Who are these in bright array?.... 114
Why do we mourn departing 101
Why should I say 'tis yet too soon 80
Ye hearts with youthful vigour 81
Yes ! we trust the day is breaking 77