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Hymns and Tunes for Christian Worship.
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The space usually given to preface will be found filled with music, but some few features dill for mention.
• The book is divided into two parts, which, roughly speaking, contain— The old, .standard hymns nnd tunes, in the first; and the latter, popular hymns, of the "Gospel Songs" variety, in the second.
The style, here adopted, of placing the hymn at the right of its tune, In many cases, instead of always below it, will find favor with music- readers, after u short experience. This plan has great advantages in making up such a work.
In announcing a hymn, I take the liberty to recommend that it be done solely by the number, without men I ion of the page. It will also be well to name the tune, as, usually, the music on pages facing each other is adapted to all the hymns on tho^e pages.
The Analytical Index is arranged on the best model known to me. I hope it will be found very serviceable.
Among many 10 whom this work is greatly indebted, I desire to especially recognize Messrs. J. II. Rosecrans, J. P. Powell, J. II. Murray, E. S. Lorenz, T. C. O'Kane, and my brother Fred — musical friends; and also Elder L. II. Jameson, to whoso authorship nnd proficiency, both in letters and music, I am under many obligations. These, and a multitude of correspondents, Avill pardon, for the sake of brevity, this slight acknowledgment of numerous and signal favors.
With these few indications, the public will dismiss my editoral labors, and forget them in the wealth of sacred song which it has been my privilege to select from the vast treasure-house of Christian psalmody. Trusting that the selection will meet tho approval of all who desire pure, fervent congregatioual worship, I commit it to tho blessing of the Father and the favor of His children.
Jas. n. Fillmore. Cincinnati, July 20, 1882.
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Part Ttttrt) of the "Hymn and Tune Book" is a continuation of the class of songs in Part Second.
As the selections are chiefly reprint, it Is proper to say that the compilation has been made with the assistance of a largo number of popular singers, leaders, evangelists nnd preachers. Such pieces only have been inserted as have proved by actual trial and use in public gatherings to be of more than ordinary merit.
All that, were sugges'cd could not be used, as the size of the book was limited; but leaders need have no doubts as to the popularity of those inserted, when once they are introduced to the people.
The many who have so kindly assisted me will please to accept my sincere thanks.
Again "committing the book to the blessing of the Father and the favor of His
children," I send it forth on its mission. __ „
Jas. n. Fillmore. Cincinnati, August, 1887.
copyricnt, 1882, by fillmore bros. Copyright, 1887, by Fillmore Bros.
NEW CHRISTIAN
HYMN AND TUNE-BOOK.
PART I.
DUKE STREET. L. M.
John Hattc K.
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Awake, my tongue, thy tribute bring To him who gave thee power to sing; Praise him who is all praise above, The source of wisdom and of love.
2 How vast his knowledge ! how profound ! A deep where all our thoughts are drowned ; The stars he numbers, and their names He gives to all those heavenly flames.
3 Thro' each bright world above, behold Ten thousand thousand charms unfold ; Earth, air, and mighty seas combine To speak his wisdom all divine.
4 But in redemption, O what grace ! Its wonders, O what thought can trace! Here wisUom shines forever bright; Praise him, my soul, with sweet delight.
John Needh^m
Jehovah reigns ; his throne is high ; His robes are light and majesty ; His glory shines with beams so bright Xo mortal can sustain the sight.
2 His terrors keep the world in awe, His justice guards his hoty law ;
His love reveals a smiling face ; His truth and promise seal the grace
3 Thro' all his works his wisdom shine* And baffies Satan's deep designs; His power is sovereign to fulfill The noblest counsels of his will.
4 And will this glorious Lord desceno To be my Father and my Friend ? Then let my songs with angels join, Heaven is secure, if God be mine.
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Know that the Lord is God alone; He can create, and he destroy.
2 His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and formed us men ;
And when like wandering sheep we strayed, He brought us to his fold again.
3 We are his people, we his care— Our souls, and all our mortal frame ;
What lasting honors shall we rear, Almighty Maker, to thy name ?
4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heavens our voices raise ;
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.
5 Wide as the world is thy command; Vast as eternity thy love ;
Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand, When rolling years shall cease to move.
Isaac Watts.
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From all that dwell below the skies, Let the Creator's praise arise ; Let the Redeemer's name be sung Through 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.
Isaac Watts.
Thee we adore, eternal Lord ; We praise thy name with one accord; Thy saints, who here thy goodness see, Thro' all the world do worship thee.
2 To thee aloud all angels cry,
The heavens and all the powers on high; Thee, holy, holy, holy King, Lord God of hosts, they ever sing.
3 Th' apostles join the glorious throng; The prophets swell th' immortal song; The martyrs' noble army raise Eternal anthems to thy praise.
4 From day to day, O Lord, do we Highly exalt and honor thee ; Thy name we worship and adore, World without end, for evermore.
Thos. Cotterill.
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Kingdoms and thrones to God belong Crown him, ye nations, in your song His wondrous name and power rehearse His honors shall enrich your verse.
2 He rides and thunders through the sky; His name, Jehovah, sounds on high ; Praise him aloud, ye sons of grace; Ye saints, rejoice before his face.
3 God is our shield, our joy, our rest; God is our King : proclaim him blest. When terrors rise, wiien nations faint, He is the strength of every saint.
Isaac Watts.
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Before the birth of ancient time, From everlasting, thou art God.
2 A thousand ages, in their flight, With thee are as a fleeting day ;
Past, present, future, to thy sight At once their various scenes display.
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3 But our brief life's a shadowy dream — A passing thought, that soon is o'er —
That fades with morning's earliest beam, And fills the musing mind no more,
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2 Yet why, dear Lord, this tender care? Why doth thy hand so kindly rear
A useless cumberer of the ground, On which so little fruit is found ?
3 Still let the barren fig-tree stand, Upheld and fostered by thy hand; And let its fruit and verdure be
A grateful tribute, Lord, to thee.
E. Scott.
With deepest mrrence at thy throne, Jehovah, peerless and unknown, Our feeble spirits strive, in vain, A glimpse of thee, great God, to gain.
2 Who, by th* closest search, can find Th' eternal, rncreated Mind?
Nor men, nov angels can explore Thy heights of love, thy depths of power.
3 That power we trace on every side ; O may thy wisdom be our guide !
I And whij'^ we live, and when we die, ' May thine almighty love be nigh.
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Servants of God, in joyful lays Sing ye the Lord Jehovah's praise; His glorious name let all adore, From age to age, for evermore.
2 Who is like God ? so great, so high, He bows himself to view the sky ; And yet, with condescending grace, Looks down upon the human race.
3 He hears the uncomplaining moan Of those who sit and weep alone ; He lifts the mourner from the dust; In him the poor may safely trust.
4 O then, aloud, in joyful lays, Sing to the Lord Jehovah Upraise; His saving name let all adore, From age to age, for evermore.
James Montgomery.
0 love beyond conception great, That formed the vast, stupendous plan,
Where all divine perfections meet To reconcile rebellious man.
2 There wisdom shines in fullest blaze, And justice all her right maintains;
Astonished angels stoop to gaze, While mercy o'er the guilty reigns.
o Yes, mercy reigns, and justice too;
In Christ they both harmonious men, lie paid to justice all her due,
And now he fills the mercy-seat.
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Ere the blue heavens were stretched abroad, From everlasting was the Word ;
With God he was, the Word was God, And must divinely be adored.
2 By his own power were all things made; By him supported, all things stand ;
He is the whole creation's head, And angels fly at his command. •
3 But, lo ! he leave's those heavenly forms ; The Word descends and dwells in ciay,
That he may converse hold with worms, Dressed in such feeble flesh as they.
4 Archangels leave their high abode To learn new mysteries here, and tell
The love of our descending God, The glories of Immanuel.
Isaac Watts.
God is the refuge of his saints, When storms of sharp distress invade;
Ere we can otter our complaints, Behold him present with his aid.
2 Let mountains from their seat? be hurled Down to the deep, and buried there,
Convulsions shake the solid world, Our faith shall never yield to fear.
8 Zion enjoys her monarch's love, Secure against a threatening hour;
Nor can her firm foundations move, Built on his truth, and armed wiih power Isaac Watt*.
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With one consent let all the earth To God their cheerful voices raise ;
Glad homage pay, with awful mirth, And sing beiore him songs of praise:
2 Convinced that he is Gcd alone, From whom both we and ail proceed;
We, whom he chooses for his own, The flock that he vouchsafes to feed.
3 O enter, then, his temple gate, Thence to his courts devoutly press ;
And still your grateful hymns" repeat, And still his name with praises bless.
4 For he's the Lord supremely gcod, His mercy is forever sure;
His truth, which always firmly stood, To endless ages shall endure.
Tate and Brady.
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Jehovah reigns ; he dwells in light, Arrayed with majesty and might; The world, created by his hands, Still on its firm foundation stands.
2 But ere this spacious world was made, Or had its first foundation laid, His throne eternal ages stood.
3 Forever shall his throne endure; His promise stands forever sure ; And everlasting holiness becomes the dwellings of his grace. Isaac Watts.
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The Lord will come, the earth shall quake. The hills their fixed seat forsake; And withering, horn the vault of night The stars withdraw their feeble light.
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A silent Lamb to slaughter led,
The bruised, the suffering, and the dead,
3 The Lord will come — a dreadful form, With wreath of flame, and robe oj storm On cherub wings, and wings of wind, Auointed Judge of human kind.
4 While sinners in despair shall call, "Rocks, hide us! mountains, on us fall!" The saints, ascending from the tomb, Shall joyful sing, "The Lord is come!"
Reginald Keber.
The Lord is King ! Lift up thy voice, O earth! and all yc heavens, rejoice! From world to world the joy sha.l ring— "The Lord omnipotent is King ! "
2 The Lord is King ! Who, then, shaL Resist his will, distrust his care? Holy and true are all his ways; Let every creature speak his praise.
3 O when his wisdom can mistake, His might decay, bis love forsake. Then may his children cease to sing "The Lord omnipotent is King!"
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heaven thy praises sing, And saints on earth thy love proclaim,
And saints on earth thy love proclaim.
Eternal God, celestial King, Exalted be thy glorious name;
Let hosts in heaven thy praises sing, And saints on earth thy love proclaim.
2 My heart is fixed on thee, my God ; I rest my hope on thee alone ;
I'll spread thy sacred truths abroad, To all mankind thy love make known.
3 Awake, my tongue; awake, my lyre; With morning's earliest dawn arise ;
To songs of joy my soul inspire, And swell your music to the skies.
4 With those who in thy grace abound, To thee I'll raise my thankful voice,
Till every land, the earth around, Shall hear, and in thy name rejoice.
Wm. Wrangham. PAEK STREET. L, M.
Now for a song of lofty praise To great Jehovah's only Son ;
Awake, my voice, in heavenly lays, And tell the wonders he hath done.
2 Sing how he left the worlds of light, And those bright robes he wore above;
How swift and joyful was his flight, On wings of everlasting love !
3 Deep in the shades of gloomy death Th' almighty Captive prisoner lay ;
Th' almighty Captive left the earth, And rose to everlasting day.
4 Among a thousand harps and songs, Jesus, the Lord, exalted reigns ;
His sacred name fills all their tongues, And echoes through the heavenly plains. Isaac Watts.
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Awake, my soul, awake, my tongue, My God demands the grateful song ; Let all my inmost powers record The wondrous mercy of the Lord.
2 Divinely free his mercy flows, Forgives my sins, allays my woes, And bids approaching death remove, And crowns me with indulgent love.
3 His mercy, with unchanging rays, Forever shines, while time decays; And children's children shall record The truth and gooduess of the Lord.
4 While all his works his praise proclaim, And men and angels bless his name, O let my heart, my life, my tongue Attend,' and join the blissful song !
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Sweet is the work, my God ! my King ! To praise thy name, give thanks and sing ; To show thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy truth at night.
2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest ; No mortal care shall seize my breast ; O may my heart in tunc be found, Like David's harp of solemn sound.
3 My heart shall triumph in the Lord, And bless his works, and bless his word ; Thy works of grace, how bright they shine ! How deep thy counsels ! how divine !
Isaac Watts.
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High in the heavens, eternal God, Thy goodness in full glory shines;
Thy truth shall break through every cloud That vails and darkens thy designs.
2 Forever firm thy justice stands,
As mountains their foundations keep : Wise are the wonders of thy hands ; Thy judgments are a mighty deep.
3 My God, how excellent thy grace, Whence all our hcpe and comfort spring;.
The sons of Adam, in distress, Fly to the shadow of thy wing.
4 Life, like a fountain, rich and free, Springs from the presence of my Lord ;
And in thy light our souls shall see The glories promised in thy word.
_ _ Isaac Watts.
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Triumphant Lord, thy goodness reigns Through all the wide, celestial plains; And its full streams unceasing flow Down to ill7 abodes of men below.
2 Through nature's work its glories shine; The cares of providence are thine ; And grace erects our ruined frame
A fairer temple to thy name.
3 O give to every human heart
To taste and feel how good thou art; With grateful love and reverent fear; To know how blest thy children are.
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Hail ! great Creator, wise and good !
To thee our songs we raise ; Nature, through all her various scenes,
Invites us to thy praise.
2 At morning, noon, and evening mild, Fresh wonders strike our view ;
And, while we gaze, our hearts exult With transports ever new.
3 Thy glory beams in every star Which gilds the gloom of night;
And decks the smiling face of morn With rays of cheerful light.
4 And while, in all thy wondrous ways, Thy varied love we see ;
O may our hearts, great God, be led Through all thy works to thee.
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O God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home !
2 Beneath the shadow of thy throne Thy saints have dwelt secure;
Sufficient is thine arm, alone, And our defense is sure.
3 Before the hills in order stood, Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting thou art God, To endless years the same.
4 A thousand a^es in thy sight Are like an evening gone,
Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun.
5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away ;
They fly, forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day.
6 O God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come,
Be thou our guard while life shall last, And oux* eternal home !
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Jesus, thou art the sinner's friend;
As such I look to thee : Now in the fullness of thy love,
O Lord, remember me.
2 Remember thy pure word of grace, Remember Calvary ;
Remember all thy promises, And then remember me.
3 I own I'm guilty, own I'm vile; Yet thy salvation's free :
Then in thy all-abounding grace,
0 Lord, remember me.
4 And when I close my eyes in death. And creature helps all flee,
Then, O my great Redeemer, Lord,
1 pray, remember me.
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DUNDEE. C. M,
GUILLAVME FRANt.
God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform ; He plants his footsteps on the sea,
And rides upon the storm.
2 Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill He treasures up his bright designs,
And works his gracious will.
) You fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds you so much dread kre big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.
t Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace ;
Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
5 His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour ; The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.
0 Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan his work in vain ;
God is his own interpreter, And he will make it plain.
Ap William Cowper.
Thy kingdom, Lord, forever stands, While earthly thrones decay;
And time submits to thy commands, While ages roll away.
2 Thy sovereign bounty freely gives Its unexhausted store ;
And universal nature lives On thy sustaining power.
3 Holy and just in all thy ways, Thy providence divine';
In all thy works, immortal rays Of power and mercy shine.
4 The praise of God — delightful theme i — Shall fill my heart and tongue ;
Let all creation bless his name In one eternal song.
rt_ Isaac Watts.
O thou, whose own vast temple stands
Built over earth and sea, Accept the walls that human hands
Have raised to worship thee.
2 Lord, from thine inmost glory send, Within these courts to bide,
The peace that dwelleth, without end, Serenely by thy side.
3 May erring minds that worship her<\ Be taught the better way ;
And they who mourn, and they wno fear, Be strengthened as they pray.
4 May faith grow firm, and love grow warm, And pure devotion rise,
While round these hallowed walls the storm Of earth-born passion dies.
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Songs of immortal praise belong
To my almighty God ; He has my heart, and he my tongue,
To spread his name abroad.
2 How great the works his hand has wrought! How glorious in our sight !
And men in every age have sought His wonders with delight.
3 How most exact is nature's frame ! How wise th' eternal mind !
His counsels never change the scheme That his first thoughts designed.
4 When he redeemed his chosen sons, He fixed his covenant sure ;
The orders that his lips pronounce To endless years endure.
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1 sing th' almighty power of God, That made the mountains rise,
That spread the flowing seas abroad, And built the lofty skies.
2 I sing the wisdom that ordained The sun to rule the day ;
The moon shines full at his command, And all the stars obey.
3 I sing the goodness of the Lord, That filled the earth with food ;
He formed the creatures with his word, And then pronounced them good.
4 Creatures that borrow life from thee Are subject to thy care;
There's not a place where we can flee, But God is present there.
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Jehovah, God, thy gracious power
On every hand we see ; O may the blessings of each hour
Lead all our thoughts to thee.
2 If on the wings of niorn we speed To earth's remotest bound,
Thy hand will there our footsteps lead, Thy love our path surround.
:> Thy power is in the ocean deeps,
And reaches t~> the skies ; Thine eye of mercy never sleeps,
Thy goodness never dies.
4 From morn till noon, till latest eve, Thy hand, O God, we see;
And all the blessings we receive Proceed alone from thee.
5 In all the varying scenes of time, On thee our hopes depend ;
Through every age, in every clime, Our Father, and our Friend.
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Sweet is the memory of thy grace, My God, my heavenly King !
Let age to age thy righteousness In sounds of glory sing.
2 God reigns on high, but not confines
His goodness to the skies ; Through the whole earth his bounty shines,
And every want supplies.
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3 With longing eyes thy creatures wait On thee for daily food ;
Thy liberal hand provides their meat, And fills their mouths with good.
4 How kind are thy compassions, Lord! How slow thine anger moves !
But soon he sends his pardoning word To cheer the souls he lows.
5 Creatures, with all their endless race, Thy power and praise proclaim ;
But saints, that taste thy ricner grace, Delight to bless thy name.
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Behold the sure foundation-stone,
Which God in Zion lays, To build our heavenly hopes upon,
And his eternal praise !
2 Chosen of God, to sinners dear, And saints adore the name ;
They trust their whole salvation here, 2s or shall they suffer shame.
3 The foolish builders, scribe and priest, Reject it with disdain ;
Yet on this Rock the Church shall rest, And envy rage in vain.
4 What though the gates of hell withstood, Yet must this building rise ;
'Tis thine own work, Almighty God, And wondrous in our eyes.
Isaac Watts.
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Blest be the everlasting God,
The Father of our Lord ; Be his abounding mercy praised,
His majesty adored.
2 When from the dead he raised his Son, And called hi m to the sky,
He gave our souls a lively hope That they should never die.
3 What though the first man's sin requires Our flesh to see the dust;
Yet as the Lord, our Saviour, rose, So all his followers must.
4 There's an inheritance divine, Reserved against that day;
'Tis uncorrupted, undefiled, And can not fade away.
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5 Saints, by the power of God, are kepi
Till the salvation come ; We walk by faith as strangers here
Till Christ shall take us home.
0 ^ Isaac Watts.
How precious is the book divine,
By inspiration given f Bright as a lamp its precepts shine,
To guide our souls to heaven.
2 It sweetly cheers our drooping heart*. In this dark vale of tears ;
Life, light, and joy, it still imparts, And quells our rising fears.
3 This lamp, through all the tedious night Of life, shall guide our way,
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Long as I live, I'll praise thy name, My King, my God of love';
My work and joy shall be the same In the bright world above.
2 Great is the Lord, his power unknown, And let his praise be great;
I'll sing the honors of thy throne, Thy work of grace repeat.
3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue, And, while my lips rejoice,
The men that hear my sacred song Shall join their cheerful voice.
4 Fathers to sons shall teach thy name, And children learn thy ways;
Ages to come thy truth proclaim, And nations sound thy praise.
_ " Isaac Watts.
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Awake, awake the sacred song
To our incarnate Lord ! Let every heart and every tongue
Adore th' eternal Word !
2 That awful Word, that sovereign power, By whom the worlds were made—
O happy morn! illustrious hour!— Was once in flesh arrayed !
3 Then shone almighty power and love, In all their glorious forms,
When Jesus left his throne above, To dwell with sinful worms.
4 Adoring angels tuned their songs
To hail the joyful day; With .rapture, then, let mortal tongues
Their grateful worship pay.
qq Anne Steele.
What glory gilds the sacred page,
Majestic, like the sun ! It gives a light to every age ;
It gives, but borrows none.
2 The hand that gave it still supplies His gracious light and heat;
His truths upon the nations rise ; They rise, but never set.
3 Let everlasting thanks be thine, For such a bright display
As makes the world of darkness shine With beams of heavenly day.
4 My soul rejoices to pursue The paths of truth and love,
Till glory breaks upon my view In brighter worlds above.
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Lord, let thy Spirit penetrate This heart and soul of mine ;
And my whole being with thy grace Pervade, O Life divine !
2 As this clear air surrounds the earth, Thy grace around me roll ;
As the fresh light pervades the air, So pierce and fill my soul.
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2 Holy, holy, holy ! all the saints adore thee,
Casting down their golden crowns around the crystal sea; Cherubim and seraphim falling down before thee, Who wast, and art, and evermore shalt be.
3 Holy, holy, holy ! though the darkness hide thee, Though the eye of sinful man thy glory may not see; Only thou art holy, there is none beside thee; Perfect in power, in love, and purity.
4 Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty !
All thy works shall praise thy name, in earth, and sky, and sea; Holy, holy, holy! merciful and mighty! God over all, and blest eternally.
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O worship the King, all-glorious above, And gratefully sing his wonderful love; Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of days, Pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise.
2 Thy bountiful care, what tongue can recite? It breathes in the air, it shines in the light;
It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain, And sweetly distills in the dew and the rain.
3 Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail, In thee do we trust, nor rind thee to fail ;
Thy mercies, how tender! how firm to the end, Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend !
4 Our Father and God, how faithful thy love ! While angels delight to hymn thee above, The humbler creation, though feeble their lays, With true adoration shall lisp to thy praise.
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Ye servants of God, your Master proclaim, And publish abroad his wonderful name: The name, all- victorious, of Jesus extol ; His kingdom is glorious, and rules over all.
2 God ruleth on high, almighty to save; And still he is nigh, his presence we have: The great congregation his triumph shall sing, Ascribing salvation to Jesus our King.
3 " Salvation to God, who sits on tiie throne," Let all cry aloud, and honor the Son;
Our Saviour's high praises the angels proclaim, — Fall down on their faces, and worship the Lamb.
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I haste to seek thy face ; My thirsty spirit faints away,
Without thy cheering grace.
2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand, Beneath a burning sky,
Long for a cooling stream at hand ; And they must drink, or die.
3 Not life itself, with all its joys, Can my best passions move,
Or raise so high my cheerful voice As thy forgiving love.
4 Thus, till my last, expiring day, I'll bless my God and King ;
Thus will I lift my hands to pray, And tune my lips to sing.
Isaac Watts. GENEVA. C. M,
Come, ye that know and fear the Lord, And raise your souls above ;
Let every heart and voice accord To sing that— God is love.
2 This precious truth his word declares, And all his mercies prove ;
While Christ, th' atoning Lamb, appears, To show that— God is love.
3 Behold his loving-kindness waits For those who from him rove,
And calls of mercy reach their hearts, To teach them— God is love.
4 O may we all, while here below, This best of blessings prove,
Till warmer hearts, in brighter worlds, Shall shout that— God is love.
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Yes, I will bless thee, O my God, Through all my mortal days,
And to eternity prolong Thy vast, thy boundless praise.
2 Nor shall my tongue alone proclaim The honors of my God ;
My life, with all its active powers, Shall spread thy praise abroad.
3 Not death itself shall stop my song, Though death will close my eyes ;
My thoughts shall then to nobler heights And sweeter raptures rise.
4 There shall my lips, in endless praise, Their grateful tribute pay ;
The theme demands an angel's tongue, And an eternal day.
O. Heginbotham.
Lord, while for all mankind we pray,
Of every clime and coast, O hear us for our native land,
The land we love the most.
2 O guard our shores from every foe ; With peace our borders bless ;
With prosperous times our cities crown, Our fields with plenteousness.
3 Unite us in the sacred love
Of knowledge, truth, and thee ; And let our hills and valleys shout The songs of liberty.
4 Lord of the nations, thus to thee Our country we commend ;
Be thou her refuge and her trust, Her everlasting Friend.
J. R. Wreford.
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When all thy mercies, O my God!
My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love and praise,
2 Unnumbered comforts on my soul Thy tender care bestowed,
Before my infant heart conceived From whom those comforts flowed.
3 When in the slippery paths of youth With heedless steps I ran,
Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe And led me up to man.
4 Ten thousand thousand precious gift* My daily thanks employ ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart That tastes those gifts with joy.
5 Through all eternity, to thee A joyful song I'll raise ;
But O ! eternity's too short To utter all thy praise !
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Great is the Lord our God, And let his praise be great ;
He makes his churches his abode, His most delightful seat.
2 These temples of his grace, How beautiful they stand —
The honors of our native place, The bulwarks of our land !
3 In Zion God is known A refuge in distress ;
How bright has his salvation shone Through all her palaces !
4 In every new distress We'll to his house repair;
We'll think upon his wondrous grace, And seek deliverance there.
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O bless the Lord, my soul !
His mercies bear in mind; Forget not all his benefits;
The Lord to thee is kind.
2 He will not always chide ; He will with patience wait ;
His wrath is ever slow to rise, And ready to abate.
3 He pardons all thy sins, Prolongs thy feeble breath;
He healeth thine infirmities, And ransoms thee from death.
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Jehovah is the sovereign God, The universal King.
2 He formed the deeps unknown ; He gave the seas their bound ;
The watery worlds are all his own, And all the solid ground.
3 Come, worship at his throne ; Come, bow before the Lord ;
We are his work, and not our own ; He formed us by his word.
4 To-day attend his voice, Nor dare provoke his rod ;
Come, like the people of his choice, And own your gracious God.
_ _ Isaac Watts.
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The Lord Jehovah reigns:
Let all the nations fear; Let sinners tremble at his throne,
And saints be humble there.
2 Jesus, the Saviour, reigns ; Let earth adore its Lord ;
Bright cherubs his attendants wait, Swift to fulfill his word.
3 In Zion stands his throne; His honors are divine ;
His Church shall make his wonders known, For there his glories shine.
4 How holy is his name !
How fearful is his praise ! Justice, and truth, and judgment join
In all the works of grace.
_ _ Isaac Watts.
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My soul, repeat his praise, Whose mercies are so great ;
Whose anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate.
2 High as the heavens are raised Above the ground we tread,
So far the riches of his grace Our highest thoughts exceed.
3 His power subdues our sins; And his forgiving love,
Far as the east is from the west, Doth all our guilt remove.
4 The pity of the Lord,
To those that fear his name,
Is such as tender parents feel ;
He knows our feeble frame.
5 Our days are as the grass, Or like the morning flower ;
If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field> It withers in an hour.
6 But thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure ;
And children's children ever find Thy words of promise sure.
Isaac Watts.
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Grace ! 'tis a charming sound,
Harmonious to the ear; Heaven with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.
2 Grace first contrived a way
To save rebellious man ; And all the steps that grace display,
Which drew the wondrous plan.
CLAPTON. S. M.
3 Grace led our wandering feet To tread the heavenly road ;
And new supplies each hour we meet While pressing on to God.
4 Grace all the work shall crown Through everlasting days ;
It lays in heaven the topmost stone, And well deserves our praise.
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Raise your triumphant songs
To an immortal tune ; Let the wide earth resound the deeds
Celestial grace has done.
2 Sing how Eternal Love His Chief Beloved chose,
And bade him raise our wretched race From their abyss of woes.
3 His hand no thunder bears, Nor terror clothes his brow ;
No bolts to drive our guilty souls To fiercer flames below.
4 He shows his Father's love, - To raise our souls on high ;
He came with pardon from above To rebels doomed to die.
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Shall sound through distant lands ; Great is thy grace, and sure thy word ;
Thy truth forever stands.
2 Far be thine honor spread, And long thy praise endure,
Till morning light and evening shade Shall be exchanged no more.
Isaac Watts.
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God is the fountain whence Ten thousand blessings flow ;
To him my life, my health, and friends, And every good, I owe.
2 The comforts he affords Are neither few nor small ;
He is the source of fresh delights, My portion and my all.
3 He fills my heart with joy, My lips attunes for praise ;
And to his glory I'll devote The remnant of my days.
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Give to the winds tby fears;
Hope, and be undismayed : God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears
God shall lift up thy head.
2 Thro' waves, and clouds, and storms, He gently clears thy way ;
Waittnou his time: Soon end in joyous clay.
3 Far, far above thy thought His counsel shall appear,
When fully he the work hath wrong! . That caused thy needless fear.
4 What though thou rulest not ! Yet heaven, and earth, and hell
Proclaim, God sitteth on tbe throne, Andxuleth all things well.
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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,
Preserve us safe from sin and death, And every hurtful snare.
3 He will present our souls, Unblemished and complete,
Before the glory of his face, With joys divinely great.
4 Then all the chosen seed Shall meet around the throne,
Shall bless the conduct of his grace, And make his wonders known.
Isaac Watts. J. H. Rosecrans.
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Awake, and sing the song
Of Moses and the Lamb ; Wake, every heart and every tongue,
To praise the Saviour's name.
2 Sing of his dying love ; Sing of his rising power ;
Sing how he intercedes above For those whose sins he bore.
3 Sing on your heavenly way, You ransomed sinners, sing;
Sing on, rejoicing every day In Christ, the glorious King.
4 Soon shall you hear him say,
" You blessed children, come ! " Soon will he call you hence away, And take his pilgrims home.
Wm. Hammond. GILCRE3T, S. M.
HYMN AND TUNE-BOOK.
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Lord, I delight in thee,
And on thy care depend ; To thee in every trouble flee,
My best, my only Friend.
2 When nature's streams are dried, Thy fullness is the same ;
With this will I be satisfied, And glory in thy name.
3 "Who made my heaven secure, Will here all good provide.
While Christ is rich, can I be poor? What can I want beside?
4 I cast my care on thee ; I triumph and adore :
Henceforth my great concern shall be To love and^please thee more.
John Rvland.
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Blest are the pure in heart, For they shall see our God ;
The secret of the Lord is theirs ; Their soul is his abode.
2 Srill to the lowly soul He doth himself impart,
And for his temple and his throne Chooseth the pure in heart.
3 Lord, we thy presence seek : May ours this blessing be;
0 give the pure and lowly heart,— A temple meet for thee.
John Keble.
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Great Source of life and light, Thy heavenly grace impart ;
Thy Holy Spirit grant, and write Thy law upon my heart.
2 My soul would cleave to thee ; Let naught my purpose move ;
O let my faith more steadfast be, And more intense niy love.
3 Long as my trials last, Long as the cross I bear,
O let my soul on thee be cast In confidence and prayer.
4 Conduct me to the shore Of everlasting peace,
Where storm and tempest rise no more, Where sin and sorrow cease.
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Heirs of unending life, While yet we sojourn here,
O let us our salvation work With trembling and with fear.
2 God will support our hearts With might before unknown ;
The work to be performed is ours, The strength is all his own.
3 'Tis he that works to will, 'Tis he that works to do ;
His is the power by which we act, His be the glory too !
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'Twas by an order from the Lord The ancient prophets spoke his word ; His Spirit did their tongues inspire, And warmed their hearts with heavenly fire.
2 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.
3 Let the false raptures of the mind Be lost, and vanish in the wind : Here I can fix my hope secure ; This is thy word, and must endure.
Isaac Watts.
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O love of God, how strong and true; Eternal and yet ever new ; Above all price, and still unbought ; Beyond all knowledge and all thought!
2 O wide-embracing, wondrous love, We read thee in the sky above ; We read thee in the earth below,
In seas that swell and streams that flow.
3 We read thee best in him who came To bear for us the cross of shame ; Sent by the Father from on high, Our life to live, our death to die.
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2 Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly, to the listening earth, Repeats the story of her birth : While all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from' pole to pole.
3 What though in solemn silence all Move round this dark, terrestrial ball — What though no real voice nor sound Amid their radiant orbs be found — In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice; Forever singing as they shine, "The hand that made' us is divine."
Joseph Addison.
The heavens declare thy glory. Lord ;
In every star thy wisdom shines; But when our eyes behokl thy word,
We read thy name in fairer lines. The rolling sun, the changing light,
And nights and days, thy power confess; But the blest volume thou hast writ
Reveals thy justice and thy grace.
2 Sun, moon, and stars convey thy praise Round the whole earth, and never stand ;
So, when thy truth began its race, It touched and glanced on every land.
Xor shall thy spreading gospel rest, Till thro' the world thy truth has run:
Till Christ has all the nations blest, That see the light, or feel the sun.
3 Great Sun of Righteousness, arise; Bless the dark world with heavenly light;
Thy gospel makes the simple wise, Thy laws are pure, thy judgments right.
Thy noblest wonders here we view, In souls renewed, and sins forgiven;
Lord, cleanse my sins, my soul renew, And make thy word my guide to heaven. Isaac Watts
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Thou art, O God, the life and light Of all the wondrous world we see ;
rts glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee.
Where'er we turn, thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are thine.
2 When day, with farewell beam, delays Among the opening clouds of even,
And we can almost think we gaze,
Through opening vistas, into heaven — Those hues that mark the sun's decline, So soft, so radiant, Lord, are thine.
3 When night, with wings of starry gloom, O'ershadows all the earth and skies,
Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plume
Is sparkling with unnumbered dyes — That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless, Lord, arc thine.
4 When youthful spring around us breathes, Thy Spirit warms her fragrant sigh ;
And every flower that summer wreathes
Is born' beneath thy kindling eye. Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine. . . . Thomas Moore.
Jesus, thou source of calm repose, All fullness dwells iii thee divine;
Our strength, to quell the proudest foes; Our light, in deepest gloom to shine;
Thou art our fortress, strength, and tower,
Our trust and portion evermore.
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The balm to heal each broken heart;.
In storms our peace, in loss our gain ;
)ui joy beneath the worldling's frown;
In shame, our glory and our crown ;
3 In want, our plentiful supply;
In weakness, our almighty power ; In bonds, our perfect liberty ;
Our refuge in temptation's hour; Our comfort midst all grief and thrall ; Our life in death ; our all in all.
-j f\ Charles Wesley.
My Prophet thou, my Heavenly Guide, Thy sweet instructions I will hear ;
The words that from thy lips proceed, O how divinely sweet they are!
Thee, my great Prophet, I would love,
And imitate the blest above.
2 My great High Priest, whose precious blood Was offered once upon the crosc ;
Who now dost intercede with God,
And plead the friendless sinner's cause,— In thee I trust, thee would I love, And imitate the blest above.
3 My King supreme, to thee I bow, A willing subject at thy feet;
All other lords I disavow,
And to thy government submit ; My Saviour King this heart would And imitate the blest above.
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The Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye : My noonday walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
2 When in the sultry glebe I faint, Or on the thirsty mountain pant, To fertile vales and dewy meads
My weary, wandering steps he leads, Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, Amid the verdant landscape flow.
3 Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still ; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dismal shade.
~y m Joseph Addison.
Though waves and storms go o'er my head, Though strength, and health, and friends be gone ;
Though joys be withered all, and dead, Though every comfort be withdrawn ;
On this my steadfast soul relies —
Father, thy mercy never dies.
2 Fixed on this ground will I remain, Though my heart fail, and flesh decay;
This anchor "shall my soul sustain, AVhen earth's foundations melt away ;
Mercy's full power I then shall prove,
Loved with an everlasting love.
J. A. ROTHE, TR. BY J. WeSLBY.
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My hope is built on nothing less Than Jesus' blood and righteousness ;
1 dare not trust the sweetest frame, But wholly lean on Jesus' name : On Christ, the solid rock, I stand ; All other ground is sinking sand.
2 When darkness seems to vail his face,
1 rest on his unchanging grace ; In every high and stormy gale, My anchor holds within the vail : On Christ, the solid rock, I stand ; All other ground is sinking sand.
3 His oath, his covenant, and blood, Support me in the whelming flood ; When all around my soul gives way, He then is all my hope and stay : On Christ, the solid rock, I stand; All other ground is sinking sand.
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When adverse winds and waves arise, And in my heart despondence sighs; When life her throng of cares reveals, And weakness o'er my spirit steals, Grateful I hear the kind decree, That "as my day, my strength shall be."
2 One trial more must yet be past, One pang — the keenest and the last; And when, with brow convulsed and pale, My feeble, quivering heart-strings fail, Redeemer, grant my soul to see That "as my day, my strength shall be."
Mrs^ L. H. Sicouknby,
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Praise shall employ my nobler powers ; My days of praise shall ne'er he past, While life, and thought, and being last,
Or immortality endures.
2 Happy the man whose hopes rely On Israel's God: he made the sky,
And earth, and seas, with all their train. His truth forever stands secure; He saves th' oppressed, he feeds the poor,
And none shall find his promise vain.
3 The Lord pours eye sight on the blind ; The Lord supports the fainting mind ;
He sends the laboring conscience peace ; He helps the stranger in distress, The widow and the fatherless,
And grants the prisoner sweet release.
Isaac Watts.
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1 love the volume of thy word : What light and joy its truths afford
To souls benighted and distressed ! Thy precepts guide my doubtful way; Thy fear forbids my feet to stray ;
Thy promise leads my heart to rest ;
2 Thy threatenings wake my slumbering eyes. And warn me where my danger lies.
But 'tis thy blessed gospel, Lord, That makes my guilty conscience clean Converts my soul, subdues my sin,
And gives a free, but large, reward.
3 Who knows the errors of his thoughts? My God, forgive my secret faults,
And from presumptuous sins restrain; Accept my poor attempts of praise, That I have read thy book of grace,
And book of nature, not in vain.
Isaac Wattb.
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Holy Bible, book divine, Precious treasure, thou art mine : Mine to tell me whence I came ; Mine to teach me what I am ; 2 Mine to chide me when I rove ; Mine to show a Saviour's love ; Mine thou art to guide and guard ; Mine to punish or reward ;
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Does the word of God afford ! All I want for life or pleasure, F(K>d and medicine, shield and sword : Let the world account me poor, Having this, I need no more.
2 Food to which the world's a stranger, Here my hungry soul enjoys ;
Of excess there is no danger — Though it fills, it never cloys : On a dying Christ I feed, He is meat and drink indeed. 3 In the hour of dark temptation,
Satan can not make me yield ; For the word of consolation Is to me a mighty shield : While the Scripture truths are sure, From his malice I'm secure.
3J John Newton.
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Joy to the world ! the Lord is come:
Let earth receive her King ; Let every heart prepare him room,
And heaven and nature sing.
2 Joy to the earth ! the Saviour reigns :
±jet men their songs employ ; While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains,
Repeat the sounding joy.
ZEEAH. C. M.
3 No more let sins and sorrows grow, Nor thorns infest the ground ;
He comes to make his blessings flow, Far as the curse is found.
4 He rules the world with truth and grace, And makes the nations prove
The glories of his righteousness, And wonders of his love.
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Him, all the hosts of heaven.
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For evermore adored, The Wonderful, the Counselor,
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Justice shall guard his throne above, And peace abound below.
4 To us a Child of hope is born, To ns a Son is given ;
The Wonderful, the Counselor, The mighty Lord of heaven!
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Had seized their troubled mind, — "Glad tidings of great joy I bring,
To you and all mankind.
2 " To you, in David's town, this day Is born, of David's line,
The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord ;
And this shall be the sign : The heavenly babe you there shall find
To human view displayed. All meanly wrapped in swathing bands,
And in a manger laid."
3 Thus spake the seraph— and forthwith Appeared a shining throng
Of angels, praising God, who thus Addressed their joyful song :
"All glory be to God on high, And to "the earth be peace;
Good-will henceforth from heaven to men Begin, and never cease!"
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Hark, the glad sound ! the Saviour comes,
The Saviour promised long ; Let every heart prepare a throne,
And every voice a song. He comes, the prisoner to release,
In Satan's bondage held; The gates of brass before him burst,
The iron fetters yield.
2 He comes, from thickest films of vice
To clear the mental ray. And on the eyeballs of the blind
To pour celestial day. He comes, the brokenheart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure, And, with the treasures of his grace,
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The glittering host bestud the sky, One star alone, of all the train,
Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks
From every host, from every gem ; But one alone the Saviour speaks,—
It is the Star of Bethlehem.
2 Once on the raging seas I rode : The storm was loud, the night was dark,
The ocean yawned, and rudely blowed The wind that tossed my foundering bark. Deep horror then my vitals froze ;
Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem- When suddenly a star arose ; It was the Star of Bethlehem !
3 It was my guide, my light, my all ; It bade my dark forebodings cease ;
And through the storm and danger's thrall It led me to the port of peace.
Now safely moored, my perils o'er, I'll sing, first in night's diadem,
Forever and for evermore, The Star, the Star of Bethlehem.
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Our Lord is risen from the dead,
Our Saviour is gone up on high ; The powers of hell are captive led,
Dragged to the portals of the sky. There his triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chant the solemn lay ; " Lift up your heads, you heavenly gates;
You everlasting doors, give way."
2 Loose all your bars of massy light, And wide unfold the radiant sec ne
He claims those mansions as his right- Receive the King of glory in.
Who is the King of glory — who? The Lord, who all his foes o'ercame;
Who sin and death and hell o'erthrew, And Jesus is the Conqueror's name
3 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay :
"Lift up your heads, you heavenly gates;
You everlasting doors, give way." Who is the King of glory — who ?
The Lord, of boundless'might possessed; The King of saints and angels, too —
Lord over all, forever blest.
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Hosanna to the Lamb of God ! Glory ! glory ! let us sing Grateful praises to our King : Hosanna ! hosanna ! Hosanna to the Lamb of God !
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Ye nations round the earth, rejoice Before the Lord, your sovereign King ;
Serve him with cheerful heart and voice; With all your tougues his glory sing.
2 The Lord ia God; 'tis he alone Doth life, and breath, and being give;
We are his work, and not our own, The sheep that on his pastures live.
3 Enter his gates with songs of joy ; With praises to his courts repair;
And make it your divine employ To pay youf thanks and honors there.
4 The Lord is good, the Lord is kind ; Great is his grace, his mercy sure;
And the whole race of men shall find His truth from age to age endure.
Isaac Watts
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Awake, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily course of duty run ; Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise To pay thy morning sacrifice.
2 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, And with the angels bear thy part, Who, all night long, unwearied, sing Glory to the Eternal King
3 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.
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2 Here sinners of a humble frame May taste his grace and learn his name; 'Tis writ in characters of blood. Severely just — immensely good.
o Here Jesus, in ten thousand ways, His soul-attracting charms displays; Recounts his poverty and pains, And tells his love in melting strains.
4 May this blest volume ever lie Olose'to my heart, and near my eye; Till life's last hour my soul engage, And be my chosen heritage.
^ - Benj. Beddome.
Zion, awake, thy strength renew; Put on thy robes of beauteous hue ; Church of our God, arise and shine, Bright with the beams of truth diviue.
.'. Soon shall thy radiance stream afar, Wide as the heathen nations are ; Gentiles and kings thy light shall view.. All shall admire and love thee too. William Shkubsolb.
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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 For him shall endless prayer be made, And praises throng to crown his head ; His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise With every morning sacrifice.
3 Where he displays his healing power, Death and the curse are known no more; In him the tribes of Adam boast More blessings than their father lost.
4 Let every creature rise, and bring Peculiar honors to our King ; Angels descend with songs again, And earth repeat the loud Amen.
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Redeemed from guilt, redeemed from fears, My soul enlarged, and dried my tears, What can I do, O Love Divine, What to repay such gifts as thine ?
'1 What can I do, so poor, so weak, Hut from thy hands new blessings seek: A heart to feel thy mercies more, A soul to know thee, and adore?
3 O teach me at thy feet to fall, And yield to thee myself, my all — Before thy saints my sins to own, And live and die to thee alone.
H F Lyte.
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Glory to thee, whose powerful word Bids the tempestuous wind arise !
Glory to thee, the sovereign Lord Of air and earth, and seas and skies !
2 Let air, and earth, and skies obey, And seas thine awful will perforin ;
From them we learn to own thy sway, And shout to meet the gathering storm.
3 What tho' the floods lift up their voice, Thou nearest, Lord, our silent cry;
They can not damp thy children's joys, Or shake the soul, while God is nigh.
4 Roar on, ye waves; our souls defy Your roaring to disturb their rest;
In vain t' impair the calm ye try — The calm in a believer's breast,
Charles Wesley
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Thy footsteps, Lord, with joy we trace, And mark the conquests of thy grace. Complete the wrork thou hast begun, And let thy will on earth be done.
2 O show thyself the Prince of peace Command the din of war to cease ; O bid contending nations rest,
And let thy love rule every breast.
3 Thou good and wise and righteous Lord All move subservient to thy word ; O toon let every nation prove
The perfect joy of Christian love.
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Till kingdoms bow at thy command, And every lip thy praise proclaim.
2 Exalted high on every shore, The banner of the cross, unfurled,
Shall summon thousands to adore The Saviour of the ransomed world.
3 Thousands shall join thy pilgrim band, And, by that sacred standard led,
Press forward to Immanuel's land, Nor fear the thorny path to tread.
4 Triumphant over every foe, Their ransomed hosts shall move along
To that blest world, where sin and woe Shall never mingle with their song.
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There's nothing bright, above, below, From flowers that bloom to stars that glow, But in its light my soul can see Some features of the Deity.
2 There's nothing dark, below, above, But in its gloom I trace thy love, And meekly wait the moment when Thy touch shall make all bright again.
3 The light, the dark, where'er I look. Shall be one pure and shining book, Where I may read, in words of flame, The glories of thy wondrous Name.
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Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews, And nobler speech than angels use, If love be absent, I am found, Like tinkling brass, an empty sound.
2 Were I inspired to preach and tell All that is done in heaven and hell; Or could my faith the world remove, Still I am nothing without love.
3 Should I distribute all my store To feed the hungry, clothe the poor, Or give my body to the flame,
To gain a martyr's glorious name,—
4 If love to God and love to men Be absent, all my hopes are vain ; Nor tongues, nor gifts, nor fiery zeal, The work of love can e'er fulfill.
Isaac Watts.
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O render thanks to God above, The fountain of eternal love, Whose mercy firm through ages past Has stood, and shall forever last.
2 Who can his mighty deeds express, Not only vast, but numberless? What mortal eloquence can raise His tribute of immortal praise?
3 Extend to me that favor, Lord, Thou to thy chosen dost afford : From my transgressions set me free, And let me ever joy in thee.
Isaac Watts.
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Row sweet the praise, how high the theme, To sing of him who rules supreme ; Who dwells at God's right hand en high. Yet looks on us with tender eye !
2 Th' angelic host, in countless throngs. Recount his glories in their songs, And golden harps salute his ear;
Yet our weak praise he deigns to hear.
3 The planets roll, their orbits round; Unnumbered worlds, in space profound, Are ruled by him, by him controlled; Yet he's the Shepherd of our fold.
i Exalted high upon his throne, The universe is all his own; Untold the honors he doth wear , Yet we are objects of his care.
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Now be my heart inspired to sing The glories of my Saviour King; He conies with blessings from above, And wins the nations to his love.
2 Thy throne, O Lord, forever stands; Grace is the scepter in thy hands ; Thy laws and works are just and right, But truth and mercy thy delight.
3 Let endless honors crown thy head ; Let every age thy praises spread ; Let all the nations know thy word, And every tongue confess thee Lord.
Isaac Watts.
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Praise ye the Lord ! 'Tis good to raise Our hearts and voices in his praise ; His nature and his works invite To make this duty our delight.
2 Great is the Lord, and great his might, And all his glories infinite ;
His wisdom vast, and knows no bound — A deep where all our thoughts are drowned.
3 He loves the meek, rewards the just, Humbles the wicked in the dust, Melts and subdues the stubborn soul, And makes the broken spirit whole.
4 His saints are precious in his sight ; He views his children with delight; He sees their hope, he knows their fear, Approves and loves his image there.
_ • Isaac Watts.
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O, come, loud anthems let us sing, Loud thanks to our Almighty King: For we our voices high should raise, When our salvation's Rock we praise.
2 Into his presence let us haste, To thank him for his favors past; To him address, in joyful songs, The praise that to his name belongs.
3 O, let us to his courts repair, And bow with adoration there ; Down on our knees, devoutly, all Before the Lord, our Maker, fall.
Nahum Xatb.
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1 know that my Redeemer lives— What comfort this sweet sentence gives ; He lives, he lives, who once was dead ! He lives, my ever-living Head.
2 He lives, to bless me with his love ; He lives, to plead for me above;
He lives, my hungry soul to feed ; He lives, to bless in time of need ;
3 He lives, to grant me rich supply ; He lives, to guide me with his eye ;
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4 He lives, my kind, wise, heavenly Friend ; He lives, and loves me to the end ; He lives, and while he lives I'll sing: He lives, my Prophet, Priest, and King.
5 He lives, all glory to his name; He lives, my Saviour, still the same—
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Fling out the banner; let it float Skyward and seaward, high and wide —
The sun, that lights its shining folds ; The cross, on which the Saviour died.
2 Fling out the banner ; angels bend, In anxious silence, o'er the sign,
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Our glory, only in the cross ; Our only hope, the Crucified.
4 Fling out the banner, wide and high, Seaward and skyward, let it shine,
Nor skill, nor might, nor merit, ours: We conquer only in that sign,
G. W. DOANB
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To thee, my heart, eternal King, Would now its thankful tribute bring; To thee its humble homage raise En songs of ardent, grateful praise.
2 All nature shows thy boundless love, In worlds below and worlds above ; But in thy blessed word I trace
The richer glories of thy grace.
3 Here what delightful truths are given ; Here Jesus shows the way to heaven ; His name salutes my listening ear, Revives my heart and checks my fear.
4 For love like this, O may our song Through endless years thy praise prolong; And distant climes thy name adore, Till time and nature are no more.
" Exeter Coll."
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O source divine, and life of all, The fount of being's wondrous sea,
Thy depth would every heart appall, That saw not love supreme in thee.
2 We shrink before thy vast abyss, Where worlds on worlds eternal brood ;
We know thee truly but in this, That thou bestowest all our good.
3 And so, ?mid boundless time and space, O grant us still in thee to dwell;
And through the ceaseless web to trace Thy presence working all things well.
John Sterling.
How pleasant, how divinely fair, O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are ! With long desire my spirit faints To meet th' assemblies of thy saints.
2 My soul would rest in thine abode, My panting heart cries out for God. My God, my King, why should I be So far from all my joys and thee ?
3 Blest are the souls who find a place Within the temple of thy grace ; There they behold thy gentler rays. And seek thy face, and learn thy praise.
4 Blest are the men whose hearts are set To find the way to Zion's gate :
God is their strength, and through the road They lean upon their helper, God.
Isaac Watts.
112
Soon may the last glad song arise Through all the millions of the skies— That song of triumph, which record.* That all the earth is now the Lord's.
j 2 Let thrones and powers and kingdoms l> | Obedient, mighty God, to thee; ! And over land, and stream, and main. j Now wave the scepter of thy reign.
j 3 O let that glorious anthem swell ; S Let host to host the triumph tell j That not one rebel heart remains, | But over all the Saviour reigns.
Mrs.Vokr.
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King Jesus, reign for evermore, Unrivaled in thy courts above, While we, with all thy saints, adore The wonders of redeeming love.
Great God, the followers of thy Son, We bow before thy mercy-seat,
To worship thee, the holy One, And pour our wishes at thy feet.
2 No other Lord but thee we'll know, ! 2 O grant thy blessing here to-day; No other power but thine confess ; O give thy people joy and peace ; We'll spread thine honors while below, : The tokens of thy love display, And heaven shall hear us shout thy grace. And favors that shall never cease.
3 We'll sing along the heavenly road That leads us to thy blest abode ; Till, with the vast, unnumbered throng, We join in heaven's triumphant song:
4 Till, with pure hands and voices sweet, We cast our crowns at Jesus' feet, And sing of everlasting love, In everlasting strains above.
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Here be his holy doctrine taught, And here its purest influence shed.
4 May faith, and hope, and love abound, Our sins and errors be forgiven ;
And we, from day to day, be found The sons of God and heirs of heaven .
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Father of mercies, bow thine ear, Attentive to our earnest prayer. We plead for those who plead for thee; Successful pleaders may they be.
2 How great their work, how vast their charge ! Do thou their anxious souls enlarge ; Their best endowments are our gain ; We share the blessings they obtain.
3 O clothe with energy divine Their words, and let those words be thine ; To them thy sacred truth reveal ; Suppress their fears, inflame their zeal.
4 Let thronging multitudes around Hear from their lips the joyful sound ; In humble strains thy grace adore, And feel thy new-creating power.
Benj. Beddome.
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Lo ! God is here— let us adore, And own how dreadful is this place ;
Let all within us feel his power, And, silent, bow before his face.
H Lo ! God is here — him day and night United choirs of angels sing ;
To him, enthroned above all height, Let saints their humble worship bring.
J? Lord God of hosts, O may our praise Thy courts with grateful incense fill;
fetill may we stand before thy face, Still hear and do thy sovereign will.
J. Wesley, tr.
In prayer together let us fall, And cry for mercy, one and all ; And weep before the Judge, and say, O turn from us thy wrath away.
2 Thy grace have we offended sore By sins, O God, which we deplore ; Pour down upon us from above The riches of thy pardoning love.
3 Remember, Lord, though frail we be, That yet thy handiwork are we ; Nor let the honor of thy name
Be by another put to shame.
4 Forgive the sin that we have wrought, Increase the good that we have sought; That we at length, our wanderings o'er, May please thee here and evermore.
John M. Nbale.
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O bow thine ear, Eternal One, On thee our heart, adoring, calls:
To thee, the followers of thy Son Have raised, and now devote these wa is.
2 Here let thy holy days be kept ; And be this place to worship given,
Like that bright spot where Jacob slept, The house of God, the gate of heaven.
3 Here may thine honor dwell; and here, As incense, let thy children's prayer,
From contrite hearts and lips sincere. Rise on the still and holy air.
4 Here be thy praise devoutly sung; Here let thy truth beam forth to save.
As when, of old, thy Spirit hung, On wings of light, o'er Jordan's wave,
5 And when the lips, that with thy name Are vocal now, to dust shall turn,
On others may devotion's flame Be kindled here, and purely burn.
John P^ierpont.
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While o'er our guilty land. O Lord We view the terrors of thy sword, O whither shall the helpless fly ? To whom but thee direct theircry ?
2 The helpless sinner's cries and tear • Are grown familiar to thine ears ; Oft has thy mercy sent relief, When all was fear and hopeless grie-t
3 On thee, our guardian God, we calJ; Before thy throne of grace we fall. And is there no deliverance there? And must we perish in despair ?
4 See, we repent, we weep, we mourn, To our forsaken God we turn ;
O spare our guilty country ; spare The church which thou hast planted here.
5 We plead thy grace, indulgent God ; We plead thy Son's atoning blood; We plead thy gracious promises — And are they unavailing pleas ?
6 These pleas, presented at thy throne, Have brought ten thousand blessings down On guilty lands in helpless woe; Let them prevail to save us, too.
Samuel Davis
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Triumphant Zion, lift thy head From dust, and darkness, and the dead; Though humbled long, awake at length, And gird thee with thy Saviour's strength.
2 Put all thy beauteous garments on, And let thy excellence be known ; Decked in the robes of righteousness, The world thy glories shall confess.
ALL SAINTS
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3 No more shall foes unclean invade. And fill thy hallowed walls with dread ; No more shall hell's insulting host Their victory and thy sorrows boast.
4 God, from on high, has heard thy prayer , His hand thy ruins shall repair ; Nor will thy watchful monarch cease To guard thee in eternal peace.
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And strains of nobler praise above.
2 'Twas he who cleansed us from our sins,
And washed us in his precious blood; 'Tis he who makes us \ iriests and kings,
And brings us, rebels, near to God.
And every eye shall see him move ;
Though with our sins we pierced him once,
Now hedisplaj'S his pardoning love.
4 The unbelieving world shall wail, While we rejoice to see the day.
Come, Lord, nor let thy promise rail, Nor let thy chariot long delay.
Isaac Watts.
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Triumphs of mercy wrought by thee. Pledge of the endless rest above.
° Blest be the Father of our Lord,
Who from the dead has brought his Son!
2 Say to the heathen, from thy throne, 11 1 am Jehovah— God alone ! "
Thy voice their idols shall confound, | Hope to the lost was then restored, And cast their altars to the ground. And everlasting glory won.
3 No more let human blood be spilt — j 3 Scarce morning twilight had begun Vain sacrifice for human guilt— To chase the shades of night away, But to each conscience be applied When Christ arose— unsetting Sun — The blood that flowed from Jesus' side. ' The dawn of joy's eternal day.
4 Almighty God, thy grace proclaim In every land, of every name ; Let adverse powers before thee fall, And crown the Saviour Lord of all.
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Ye Christian heralds, go, proclaim Salvation in Immanuel's name ; To distant climes the tidings bear, And plant the Rose of Sharon there.
2 He'll shield you with a wall of fire, With holy zeal your hearts inspire, Bid raging winds their fury cease,
j 4 Mercy looked down with smiling eye When our Tmmanuel left the dead ;
i Faith marked his bright ascent on high, And Hope with gladness raised her head.
j 5 God's goodness let us bear in mind, Who to his saints this day has given,
| For rest and serious joy designed, To fit us for the bliss of heaven.
. _. _ Ralph Wardlaw.
! Lokd, now we part in thy blest name, | In which we here together came ; Grant us our few remaining days,
And calm the savage breast to peace. To work thy will and spread thy praise
3 And when our labors are all o'er, j 2 Teach us, in life and death, to bless
Thee, Lord, our strength and righteousness.
Then shall we meet to part no more — Meet, with the blood-bought throng to fall, And crown the Saviour Lord of all.
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And grant us all to meet above, Where we shall better sing thy love.
Reginald Heber.
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You seraphs, shout it from the sky. 2 "Tis the rich gift of love divine;
'Tis full, outmeasuring every crime; Unclouded shall its glories shine,
And feel no change by changing time.
GRATITUDE. L. M.
3 For this stupendous love of heaven What grateful honors shall we show ?
Where much transgression is forgiven, Let love in equal ardor glow.
4 By this inspired, let all our days With gospel holiness be crowned;
Let truth and goodness, prayer and praise, In all abide, in all abound.
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My God, how endless is thy love!
Thy gifts are every evening new ; And morning mercies, from above,
Gently distill, like early dew.
2 Thou spreadst 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 1 consecrate my days ;
Perpetual blessings from thy hand Demand perpetual songs of praise. Isaac Watts.
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How sweetly flowed the gospel sound From lips of gentleness and grace,
When listening thousands gathered round, And joy and gladness filled the place.
2 From heaven he came, of heaven he spoke, To heaven he led his followers' way;
Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke, Unvailing an immortal day.
3 " Come, wanderers, to ray Father's home; Come, all ye weary ones, and rest.''
Yes, sacred Teacher, we will come, Obey thee, love thee, and be blest.
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Happy the Church, thou sacred place, The seat of thy Creator's grace ! Thy holy courts are his abode, Thou earthly palace of our God.
2 Thy walls are strength, and at thy gates A guard of heavenly warriors waits; Nor shall thy deep foundations move, Fixed on his counsels and his love.
3 Thy foes in vain designs engage ; Against his throne in vain they rage, Like rising waves, with angry roar, That dash and die upon the shore.
4 God is our shield, and God our sun ; Swift as the fleeting moments run, On us he sheds new beams of grace, And we reflect his brightest praise.
Isaac Watts.
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How sweet to leave the world awhile And seek the presence of our Lord !
Dear Saviour, on thy people smile, And come, according to thy word.
2 From busy scenes we now retreat, That we may here converse with thee;
Ah i Lord, behold us at thy feet- Let this the " «xate of heaven " be.
3 "Chief of ten thousand," now appear, That we, by faith, may see thy face;
O grant that we thy voice may hear, And let thy presence fill this place.
Thos. Kelly.
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Jesus, where'er thy people meet, There they behold thy mercy-seat; Where'er they seek thee, thou art found, And every place is hallowed ground.
2 Dear Shepherd of thy chosen few, Thy former mercies here renew; Here to our waiting hearts proclaim The sweetness of thy saving name.
3 Here may we prove the power of prayer To strengthen faith and banish care; To tench our faint desires to rise, And bring all heaven before our eyes,
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! Dear is the spot where Christians sleep, And sweet the strains their spirits pour.
; O why should we in anguish weep? They are not lost, but gone before.
2 Secure from every mortal care, By sin and sorrow vexed no more
Eternal happiness they share, ^Vho are not lost, but gone before
3 To Zion's peaceful courts above In faith triumphant may we soar,
Embracing, in the arms of love, The friends not lost, but gone before.
4 To Jordan's hank whene'er we come, And hear the swelling waters roar,
Jesus, convey us safely home, To friends not lost, but gone before.
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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 Lord ;
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:
Dide'ersuch 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.
Isaac Watts.
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Thee we adore, O gracious Lord ; We praise thy name with one accord ; Thy saints, who here thy goodness see, Through all the world do worship thee.
2 To thee aloud all angels cry,
And ceaseless raise their songs on high ;
Both cherubim and seraphim,
The heavens and all the powers therein.
4 Thee, holy, holy, holy King ; Thee, O Lord God of hosts, they sing; Thus earth below, and heaven above, Resound thy glory and thy love.
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He dies, the Friend of sinners dies ;
Lo ! Salem's daughters weep around ; A solemn darkness vails the skies,
A sudden trembling shakes the ground
2 Here's love and grief beyond degree — The Lord of glory dies for men ;
But, lo! what sudden joys we see- Jesus, the dead, revives again.
3 The rising Lord forsakes the tomb (The tomb in vain forbids his rise; )
Cherubic legions guard him home, And shout him welcome to the skies.
4 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell How high our great Deliverer reigns;
Sing how he spoiled the hosts of hell, And led the monster Death in chains.
3 Th' apostles join the glorious throng; The prophets swell th' immortal song ; The martyrs' noble army raise Eternal anthems to thy praise.
5 Say, " Live forever, wondrous King, Born to redeem, and strong to save ; "
Then ask the monster, '• Where's thy sting? And where thy victory, boasting grave?"
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The peace which God alone reveals, And by his word of grace imparts,
Which only the believer feels, Direct, and keep, and cheer our hearts
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2 Ashamed of Jesus! Sooner far Let evening blush to own a star; He sheds the beams of light divine O'er this benighted soul of mine.
3 Ashamed of Jesus ! Just as soon Let midnight be ashamed of noon; 'Tis midnight with my soul till he, Bright Morning Star, bid darkness flee.
4 Ashamed of Jesus, that dear Friend On whom my hopes of heaven depend ! No; when I blush, be this my shame, That I no more revere his name.
5 Ashamed of Jesus! Yes, I may, When I've no guilt to wash away ; No tear to wipe, no good to crave, No fears to quell, no soul to save.
G Till then— nor is my boasting vain — Till then I'll boast a Saviour slain ; And O may this my glory be, That Christ is not ashamed of me !
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How beauteous were the marks divine, That in thy meekness used to shine, That lit thy lonely pathway, trod In wondrous love, O Son of God !
2 O who like thee, so calm, so bright, So pure, so made to live in light ?
O who like thee did ever go
So patient, through a world of woe ?
3 O who like thee so humbly bore The scorn, the scoffs of men, before? So meek, forgiving, godlike, high, So glorious in humility ?
4 E'en death, which sets the prisoner free, Was pang, and scoff, and scorn to thee ; Yet love through all thy torture glowed, And mercy with thy life-blood flowed.
5 O, in thy light be mine to go, Illuming all my way of woe ; And give me ever on the road,
To trace thy footsteps, Son of God.
A. C. Coxe.
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O Love Divine, that stooped to share Our sharpest pang, our bitterest tear.
On thee we cast each earth-born care: We smile at pain while thou art near.
2 Though long the weary way we tread, And sorrow crown each lingering year,
No path we shun, no darkness dread. Our hearts still whispering, Thou art near.
3 On thee we fling our burdening woo, O Love Divine, forever dear;
Content to suffer while we know. Living or dying, thou art near.
O. W. Holmes.
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Thou only Sovereign of my heart, My Refuge, my almighty Friend !
And can my soul from thee depart, On whom alone my hopes depend ?
2 Whither, ah ! whither shall I go, A wretched wanderer, from my Lord?
Can this dark world of sin and woe One glimpse of happiness afford ?
3 Thy name my inmost powers adore ; Thou art my life, my joy, my care.
Depart from thee — 'tis*death — 'tis more— 'Tis endless ruin, deep despair !
4 Low at thy feet my soul would lie ; Here safety dwells, and peace divine.
Still let me live beneath thine eye, For life, eternal life, is thine.
Anne Steele.
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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, And gives me strength for days to come.
3 I lay my body down to sleep ; Peace is the pillow for my head ;
While well-appointed angels keep Their watchful stations round my bed.
4 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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Jesus, thou Shepherd of the sheep, Thy little flock in safety keep ; These lambs within thine arms now take, Nor let them e'er thy fold forsake.
2 Secure them from the scorching beam, And lead them to the living stream ; In verdant pastures let them lie, And watch them with a si
3 O teach them to discern thy voice, And in its sacred sound rejoice ; From strangers may they ever flee, And know no other guide but thee.
4 Lord, bring thy sheep that wander yet, And let their number be complete ; Then let the flock from earth remove, And reach the heavenly fold above.
W. B. COLLYER.
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Welcome, ye hopeful heirs of heaven, To this rich feast of gospel love ;
This pledge is but the prelude given To that immortal feast above.
2 How great the blessing, thus to meet, According to our Saviour's word,
And hold, by faith, communion sweet With our unseen, yet present, Lord!
3 And if so sweet this feast below, What will it be to meet above,
Where all we see, and feel, and know, Are fruits of everlasting love!
4 Soon shall we tune the heavenly lyTe, While listening worlds the song approve ;
Eternity itself expire, Ere we exhaust the theme of love. Unknown,
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Let me but hear my Saviour say, " Strength shall be equal to thy day ; " Then 1 rejoice in deep distress, Leaning on all-sufficient grace.
2 I can do all things— or can bear All suffering, if my Lord be there ; Sweet pleasures mingle with the pains, While he my sinking head sustains.
3 I glory in infirmity,
That Christ's own power may rest on me; When I am weak, then am I strong ; Grace is my shield, and Christ my song.
. _ _ Isaac Watts.
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Kindred in Christ, for his dear sake A hearty welcome here receive;
May we together now partake The joys which only he can give.
2 May he, by whose kind care we rnctf, Send his good Spirit from above,
Make our communications sweet, And cause our hearts to burn with love.
8 Forgotten be each worldly theme, When Christians meet together thus;
We only wish to speak of him Who lived, and died, and reigns for us
4 Thus, as the moments pass away, We'll love, and wonder, and adore ;
And hasten on the glorious day When we shall meet to part no more.
_ _ _ John Newton.
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When we the sacred grave survey, In which the Saviour deigned to lie,
We see fulfilled what prophets say, And all the power of death defy.
2 This empty tomb shall now proclaim How weak the band >f conquered deat-i ;
Sure pledge that all who trust his name Shall rise and draw immortal breath.
3 Jesus, once numbered with the dead, Unseals his eyes to sleep no more;
And ever lives their cause to plead For whom the pains of death he bore.
4 Then, though in dust we lay our head, Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave
Our flesh forever with the dead, Kor lose thy children in the grave.
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Fountain of grace, rich, full, and free What need I, that is not in thee — Full pardon, strength to meet the day, And peace which none can take away?
2 Doth sickness fill my heart with fear ? 'Tis sweet to know that thou art near. r\m I with dread of justice tried? 'Tis sweet to know that Christ hath died.
3 In life, thy promises of aid Forbid my heart to be afraid ;
In death, peace gently vails the eyes- Christ rose, and I shall surely rise.
J. Edmeston.
148
To-lxA y, if you will hear his voice, Now is the time to make your choice ; Bay, will you to Mount Zion go? Say, will you come to Christ or no?
2 Say, will you be forever blest, And with this glorious Jesus rest? Will you be saved from guilt and pain ? Will you with Christ forever reign ?
3 Make now your choice, and halt no more, He now is waiting for the poor; Say, now, poor souls, what will you do? Say, will you come to Christ or no?
4 Fathers and sons, for ruin bound, Amidst the gospel's joyful sound, Come, go with us, and seek to prove The joys of Christ's redeeming love.
5 Matrons and maids, we look to you— Are you resolved to perish, too?
To rush in carnal pleasures on, And sink in flaming ruin down?
6 Once more we ask you in his name, JWe know his love remains the same), Say, will you to Mount Zion go? Say, will you come to Christ or no?
Miller.
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Dismiss us with thy blessing, Lord ; Help us to feed upon thy word ; All that has been amiss, forgive, And let thy truth within us live.
2 Though we are guilty, thou art good Cleanse all our sins in Jesus' blood, Give ^very burdened soul release, And bid us all depart in peace.
Jos. Hart.
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2 In vain would boasting reason find The way to happiness and God ;
Her weak directions leave the mind Bewildered in a dubious road.
3 No other name will heaven approve; Thou art the true, the living Way,
Ordained by -everlasting love, To the bright realms of endless day.
4 Here let our constant feet abide, Nor from the heavenly path depart ;
O let thy Spirit, gracious Guide, Direct our steps, and cheer our heart.
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I Behold the Christian warrior stand In all the armor of his God :
, The Spirit's sword is in his hand, His feet are with the gospel shod ;
2 In panoply of truth complete, Salvation's helmet on his head ;
With righteousness a breastplate meet And faith's broad shield before him spread,
3 Undauuted to the field he goes; Yet vain were skill and valor there,
Unless, to foil his legion foes, He takes the trustiest weapon, prayer.
j 4 Thus, strong in his Redeemer's strength, Sin, death, and hell he tramples down;
[ Fights the good fight, and wins at length, Through mercy, an immortal crown.
James Montgomery.
Exalted Prince of Life, we own j The royal honors of thy throne ;
'Tis fixed by God's almighty hand, While I have breath to raise my voice. And seraphs bow at thy command.
2 Exalted Saviour, we confess The mighty triumphs of thy grace. Where beams of gentle radiance shine And temper majesty divine.
No more let my ungrateful heart > le moment from thy praise depart i3.it live and sing, in sweet accord, Tae glories of my sovereign Lord.
S Jesus, thou hope of glory, come And make my heart thy constant home; Through all the remnant of my days, 0 let me speak and live thy praise.
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3 Wide thy resistless scepter sway, Till all thine enemies obey ; Wide let thy cross its virtues prove, And conquer millions by its love.
Philip Doddridgb.
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BLESSING. L. M.
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O peace of God, sweet peace of God, Where broods on earth this gentle dove?
Where spread those pure and downy wings To shelter him whom God doth love?
2 Whence comes this blessing of the soul, This silent joy that can not fade ;
This glory, tranquil, holy, bright, Pervading sorrow's deepest shade?
3 The peace of God, the peace of God, It shines as clear 'mid cloud and storm
As in the calmest summer dajT ; 'Mid chill as in the sunlight warm.
4 O peace of God, earth hath no power To shed thine unction o'er the heart;
Us smile can never bring it here — Its frown ne'er bid its light depart.
5 Sweet peace ! O let thy heavenly ray Shed its calm radiance o'er my road ;
Its kindly light shall cheer me on— Guide to the endless peace of God.
Unknown.
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How vain is all beneath the skies !
How transient every earthly bliss ! How slender all the fondest ties
That bind us to a world like this!
2 The evening cloud, the morning dew, The withering grass, the fading flower,
Of earthly hopes are emblems true — The glory of a passing hour.
3 But though earth's fairest blossoms die, And all beneath the skies is vain,
There is a brighter world on high, Beyond the reach of care and pain.
4 Then let the hope of joys to come Dispel our cares and chase our fears ;
If God be ours, we're traveling home, Though passing through a vale of tears.
■ ro D. E. Ford.
How blest are they whose transient years Pass like an evening meteor's flight-
Not dark with guilt, nor dim with tear! Whose course is short, unclouded, bright!
2 O cheerless were our lengthened way ; But heaven's own light dispels the gloom,
Streams downward from eternal day. And casts a glory round the tomb.
3 O stay thy tears : the blest above Have hailed a spirit's heavenly birth,
And sung a song of joy and love — Then why should anguish reign on earth! !
Ir- —r Norton.
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O for a strong, a lasting faith, To credit what th' Almighty saith, T' embrace the message of his Son, And call the joys of heaven our own! 2 Then, should the earth's old pillars shake, And all the wheels of nature break, Our steady souls should fear no more Than solid rocks when billows roar.
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By faith in Christ I walk with God, With heaven, my journey's end, in view ;
Supported by his staff' and rod, My road is safe, and pleasant too.
2 I travel through a desert wide, Where many round me blindly stray ;
But he vouchsafes to be my Guide, And keep me in the narrow way.
3 With him sweet converse I maintain ; Great as he is, I dare be free;
1 tell him all my grief and pain, And he reveals his love to me.
4 I pity all that worldlings talk
Of pleasures that will quickly end ; Be this my choice, O Lord ! to walk With thee, my Guide, my Guard, my Friend. John Newton.
Let thoughtless thousands choose the road That leads the soul away from God ; This happiness, blest Lord, be mine, To live and die entirely thine.
2 On Christ, by faith, my soul would live, From him my life, my all, receive; To him devote my fleeting hours, Serve him alone with all my powers.
3 Christ is my everlasting all ; To him I look, on him I call ; He will my every want supply In time, and through eternity.
4 Soon will the Lord, my life, appear; Soon shall I end my trials here; Leave sin and sorrow, death and pain; To live is Christ, to die is gain.
Jtsiah Hopkins.
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Blest are the humble souls that see Their emptiness and poverty; Treasures of grace to them are given, And crowns of joy laid up in heaven.
2 Blest are the men of broken heart, Who mourn for sin with inward smart; The blood of Christ divinely flows,
A healing balm for all their woes.
3 Blest are the souls who thirst for grace, Hunger and thirst for righteousness ; They shall be well supplied and fed With living streams and living bread.
4 Blest are the men of peaceful life, Who quench the glowing coals of s rife, They shall be called the heirs of bliss, The sons of God, the God of peace.
Isaac Watts.
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The tempter to my soul hath said, " There is no help in God for thee ; "
Lord, lift thou up thy servant's head ; My glory, shield, and solace be.
2 Thus to the Lord I raised my cry; He heard me from his holy hill ;
At his command the waves rolled by , He beckoned — and the winds were still.
3 I laid me down andslept--I woke — Thou, Lord, my spirit didst sustain ;
Bright from the east the morning broke — Thy comforts rose on me again.
4 I will not fear, though armed throngs Surround my steps in all their wrath;
Salvation to the Lord belongs: His presence guards his people's path. J. Montgomery.
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How pleasing to behold and see The friends of Jesus all agree — To sit around the sacred board As members of one common Lord.
2 Here we behold the dawn of bliss; Here we behold the Saviour's grace; Here we behold his precious blood, Which sweetly pleads for us with God.
3 While here we sit we would implore, That love may spread from shore to shore, Till all the saints, like us, combine To praise the Lord in songs divine.
4 To all we freely give our hand, Who love the Lord in every land; For all are one in Christ our head, To whom be endless honors paid.
John Dobell.
No change of time shall ever shock My firm affection, Lord, to thee;
For thou hast always been my rock, A fortress and defense to me.
2 Thou my deliverer art, my God! My trust is in thy mighty power;
Thou art my shield from foes abroad, At home my safeguard and my tower.
3 To thee will I address my prayer, To whom all praise I justly owe;
So shall I. by thy watchful care, 3e guarded from my treacherous foe.
Tate and Brady.
164
Glory to thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the light; Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, Beneath thine own almighty wings.
2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, The ill which I this day have done; That with the world, myself, and thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
3 Be thou my Guardian while I sleep; Thy watchful station near me keep: My heart with love celestial fill, And guard me from th' approach of ill.
4 Lord, let my soul forever share The bliss of thy paternal care ;
'Tis heaven on earth, 'tis heaven above, To see thy face, and sing thy love!
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A broken heart, my God, my King, Is all the sacrifice I bring; The God of grace will ne'er despise A broken heart for sacrifice.
2 My soul lies humbled in the dust, And owns thy dreadful sentence just : Look down, 6 Lord, with pitying eye, And save the soul condemned to die.
3 Then will I teach the world thy ways; Sinners shall learn thy soverilgn grace ; I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood, And they shall praise a pardoning God
Isaac Watts.
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Though all the world my choice deride, Yet Jesus shall my portion be ;
For I am pleased with none beside ; The fairest of the fair is he.
2 Sweet is the vision of thy face, And kindness o'er thy lips is shed ;
Lovely art thou, and full of grace, And glory beams around thy head.
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3 Thy sufferings I embrace with thee, Thy poverty and shameful cross ;
The pleasures of the world I flee, And deem its treasures only dross.
4 Be daily dearer to my heart, And ever let me feelthee near;
Then willingly with all I'd part, Nor count it worthy of a tear.
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My gracious Lord, I own thy right To every service I can pay,
And call it my supreme delight To hear thy dictates, and obey.
2 What is my being but for thee, Its sure support, its noblest end ?
'Tis my delight thv face to see, And s^ve the cause of such a Friend.
V 1 would not sigh for worldly joy, Or to increase my worldly good ;
Nor future days nor powers employ To spread a sounding name abroad.
4 'Tis to my Saviour I would live, To him who for my ransom died ;
Nor could all worldly honor give Such bliss as crowns me at his side.
5 His work my hoary age shall bless, When youthful vigor is no more;
And my last hour of life confess His dying love, his saving power.
Philh Doddridge.
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Bun of my soul, thou Saviour dear, It is not night if thou be near; O may no earth-born cloud arise To hide thee from thy servant's eyes.
2 When soft the dews of kindly sleep 2 Could we on morning's swiftest wings, My wearied eyelids gently steep. Pursue our flight through trackless air,
Be my last thought— how sweet to rest Or dive beneath deep ocean's springs,
And every private action see.
Forever on my Saviour's breast !
3 Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee I can not live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die.
4 Be near to bless me when I wake, Ere through the world my way I take ; Abide with me till, in thy love,
[ lose myself in heaven above.
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My dear Redeemer, and my Lord,
1 read my duty in thy word ; But in thy life the law appeals Drawn out in living characters.
2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal, Such deference to thy Father's will, Such love, and meekness so divine,
Thy presence still would meet us there.
3 In vain may guilt attempt to fly, Concealed beneath the pall of night ;
One glance from thy all-piercing eye Can kindle darkness into light.
4 Search thou our hearts, and there destroy Each evil thought, each secret sin,
And fit us for those realms of joy, Where naught impure shall enter in.
John Bowrixg.
Now let our souls, on wings sublime. Rise from the vanities of time; Draw back the parting vail, and see The glories of eternity.
2 Born by a new, celestial birth, Why should we grovel here on earth V Why grasp at vain and fleeting toys.
I would transcribe and make them mine, j So near to heaven's eternal joys?
3 Be thou my pattern ; make me bear 3 Shall aught beguile us on the road.
More of thy gracious image here; While we are walking back to God?
Then God, the Judge, shall own my name For strangers into life we eome,
Among the followers of the Lamb. And dying is but going home.
Isaac Watts Thos. GiB30Nf
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Earth has a joy unknown in heaven -- The new-born joy of sins forgiven ! Tears of such pure and deep delight, O angels, never dimmed your sight.
2 You saw of old on chaos rise The beauteous pillars of the skies ; You know where morn exulting springs, And evening folds her drooping wing ,
3 Bright heralds of th' Eternal Will, Abroad his errands you fulfill; Or, throned in floods of beamy day, Symphonious in his presence play.
4 Butlamid your choirs shall shine, And all your knowledge shall be mine; You on your harps must lean to hear A secret chord that mine shall bear.
A. L. HlLLHOUSE.
Great was the day, the joy was great, When the beloved disciples met ; And on their heads the Spirit came, And sat like tongues of cloven flame.
2 What gifts, what miracles he gave— The power to kill, the power to save ! Furnished their Ungues with wondrous word" Iustead of shields, and spears, and sword:!
3 Thus armed, he sent the champions forth. From east to west, from south to north; Go, and assert your Saviour's cause — Go, spread the mystery of the cross.
4 These weapons of the holy war, Of what almighty force they are, To make our stubborn passions bow. And lay the proudest rebel low\
Isaac Watts
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Thou, Saviour, from thy throne on high, Enrobed with light, and girt with power,
Dost note the thought, the prayer, the sigh, Of hearts that love the tranquil hour
2 Oft thou thyself didst steal away, At eventide from labor done,
In some still, peaceful shade to pray. Till morning watches were begun.
i 3 Thou hast not, dearest Lord, forgot Thy wrestlings on Judea's hills;
1 And still thou lov'st the quiet spot Where praise the lowly spirit fills.
4 Now to our souls, withdrawn awhile From earth's rude noise, thy face reveal
And, as we worship, kindly smile, And for thine own our spirits seal.
Ray Palmer.
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How blest the sacred tie that binds, In sweet communion, kindred minds! How swift the heavenly course they run, Whose hearts and faith and hopes are one.
2 To each the soul of each how deLl" ! What tender love, what holy fear ! How doth the generous flame within Kefine from earth, and cleanse from sin !
8 Their streaming eyes together flow For human guilt and mortal woe; Their ardent prayers together rise Like mingling flames in sacrifice.
4 Nor shall the glowing flame expire, When dimly burns frail nature's fire; Soon shall they meet in realms above, A neaven of joy, a heaven of love.
A. L. Barbauud
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Not all the nobles of the earth, Who boast the honors of their birth, So high a dignity can claim, As those who bear the Christian name.
2 To them the privilege is given
To be the sons and heirs of heaven — Sons of the God who reigns on high, And heirs of joy beyond the sky.
3 His will he makes them early know, And teaches their young feet to go; Imparts instruction to their minds, And on their hearts his precepts binds.
4 Their daily wants his hands supply, Their steps he guards with watchful eye ; Leads them from earth to heaven above, And crowns them with eternal love.
S. Stennett.
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When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay, What were his works, from day to day, But miracles of power and grace, That spread salvation through our raca?
2 Teach us, O Lord, to keep in view Thy pattern, and thy steps pursue; Let alms bestowed, let kindness done, Be witnessed by each roiling sun.
3 That man may last, but never lives, Who much receives, but nothing gives, Whom none can love, whom none can thank, Creation's blot, creation's blank.
4 But he who marks from day to day In generous acts his radiant way, Treads the same path the Saviour trod, The path to glory and to God
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Blest hour, when mortal man retires To hold communion with the Lord;
To send to heaven his warm desires, And listen to the sacred word !
1 Blest hour, when earthly cares resign Their empire o'er his anxious breast,
While, all around, the calm divine Proclaims the holy day of rest !
3 Blest hour, when God himself draws nigh, Well pleased his people's voice to hear,
To hush the penitential sigh, And wipe away the mourner's tear 1
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Behold, the blind their sight receive! Behold, the dead awake and live ! The dumb speak wonders, and the lame Leap like the hart, and bless his name)
2 Thus doth the Holy Spirit own And seal the mission of the Son ; The Father vindicates his cause, While he hangs bleeding on the cross.
3 He dies — the heavens in mourning stood ; He rises by the power of God ! Behold, the Lord ascending high, No more to bleed, no more to die.
4 Hence and forever from my heart
1 bid my doubts and fears depart ; And to those hands my soul resign, Which bear credentials so divine.
Isaac Watts.
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Our Saviour bowed beneath the wave, And meekly sought a watery grave; Come, see the sacred place he trod, A path well-pleasing to our God.
2 His voice we hear, his footsteps trace, And hither come to seek his face,
To do his will, to feel his love,
And join -our songs with songs above-
3 Hosanna to the Lamb divine! Let endless glories round him shine! High o'er the heavens forever reign, O Lamb of God, for shiners slain.
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While life prolongs its precious light, Mercy is found, and peace is given:
But soon, ah ! soon, approaching night Shall blot out every hope of heaven.
2 While God invites, how blest the day! How sweet the gospel's charmmg sound!
.Come, sinners, haste, O haste away, While yet a pardoning God is found.
3 Soon, borne on time's most rapid wing, Shall death command you to the grave,
Before his bar your spirits bring, And none be found to hear or save.
4 Now God invites: how blest the dajl How sweet the gospel's charmmg soaadl
Come, sinners, haste, () haste away, While yet a pardoning God is found
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Yet he that hath in anguish knelt Is not forsaken by his God.
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My Saviour, every mournful word Bespeaks thy soul's deep agony.
2 A horror of great darkness fell On thee, thou spotless, holy One,
And all the swarming hosts of hell Conspired to tempt God's only Son.
3 The scourge, the thorns, the deep disgrace. These thou couldst bear, nor once repine ;
But when Jehovah vailed his face, Unutterable pangs were thine.
4 Lord, on thy cross I iix mine eye; If e'er I lose its strong control,
O let that dying, piercing cry
Melt and reclaim my wandering soul.
J. W. Cunningham.
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'Tis sweet to tell thee, while I kneel Low at thy feet, thou art my rest.
2 I'm weary of the strife within; Strong powers against my soul contest ;
O let me turn from self and sin To thy dear cross, for there is rest.
3 O sweet will be the welcome day When, from her toils and woes released,
My parting soul in death shall say, " Now, Lord, I come to thee for rest"
Unknown.
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Away from earth my spirit turns — Away from every transient good ;
With strong desire my bosom burns To feast on heaven's diviner food.
2 Thou, Saviour, art the living bread ; Thou wilt my every want supply;
By thee sustained, and cheered, and led, I'll press through dangers to the sky.
3 What though temptations oft distress,
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O suffering Friend of human kind, How, as the fatal hour drew near,
Came thronging on thy holy mind The images of grief and fear !
2 Gethsemane's sad midnight scene, The faithless friends, th' exulting foes,
The thorny crown, the insult keen, The scourge, the cross, before thee rose.
' 3 Did not thy spirit shrink dismayed,
As the dark vision o'er it came, And, though in sinless strength arrayed, Turn, shuddering, from the death of shame?
4 Onward, like thee, thro' scrrn aie .tread May we our Father's call obey,
Steadfast the path of duty tread, And rise, through death, lo endless day,
S. G. BuLfinch.
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Come, weary souls, with sin distressed ; I The Saviour offers heavenly rest ; ; The kind, the gracious call obey, j And cast your gloomy fears away.
! 2 Oppressed with guilt, a heavy load,
And sin assails and breaks my peace, i O come, and bow before your God
Thou wilt uphold, and save, and bless, And bid the storms of passion cease.
4 Then let me take thy gracious hand, And walk beside thee onward still,
Till my glad feet shall safely stand, Forever firm, on Zion's hill.
Ray Palmer.
Divine compassion, mighty Will all the painful load remove.
3 Here mercy's boundless ocean flows, To cleanse your guilt and heal your woes ; Pardon, and life, and endless peace- How rich the gift, how free the grace 1
Anne Steele.
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Asleep in Jesus ! blessed sleep, From which none ever wakes to weep ; A calm and undisturbed repose, Unbroken by the last of foes !
2 Asleep in Jesus ! O how sweet To be for such a slumber meet ; With holy confidence to sing, That death has lost its venomed sting !
3 Asleep in Jesus ! Peaceful rest, Whose waking is supremely blest! No fear, no woe, shall dim that hour That manifests the Saviour's power.
4 Asleep in Jesus ! O for me May such a blissful refuge be ! Securely shall my ashes lie, And wait the summons from on high.
5 Asleep in Jesus ! Time nor space Affects this precious hiding-place; On Indian plains, on Lapland snows, Believers find the same repose.
6 Asleep in Jesus ! Far from thee Thy kindred and their graves may be; But thine is still a blessed sleep, From which none ever wakes to weep.
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Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan Hath taught each scene the notes of woe;
Cease thy complaint, suppress thy groan, And Let thy tears forget to flow.
Behold the precious balm is found
To lull thy pain, to heal thy wound.
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In him thy refuge find, thy rest, Sale in the mercy of thy God.
Thy God's thy Saviour — glorious word J
O hear, believe and bless the Lord.
Walter Shirley.
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1 heard the song, and strove to join.
2 Here all who suffered sword or flame For truth, or Jesus' lovely name, Shout victory now, and hail the Lamb, And bow before the great I AM.
3 While everlasting ages roll, Eternal love shall feast their soul, And scenes of bliss, forever new, Rise in succession to their view.
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O sweet employ, to sing and trace Th' amazing heights and depths of grace ; And spend, from sin and sorrow free, A blissful, vast eternity !
2 O what a sweet, exalted song, When every tribe, and every tongue, Redeemed by blood, with Christ appear, And join in "one full chorus there !
3 My soul anticipates the day — Would stretch her wings and sar away, To aid the song, the palm to bear, And praise my great Redeemer there.
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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 precious blood he spilt, My ransom from the dreadful guilt
Of sin, and wrath divine; I'd sing his glorious righteousness, In which all-perfect, heavenly dress
My soul shall ever shine.
3 I'd sing the characters he bears, And all the forms of love he wears,
Exalted on his throne ; In loftiest songs of sweetest praise,
1 would to everlasting days Make all his glories known.
4 Well— the delightful day will come. When my dear Lord will bring me home,
And I shall see his face ; Then, with my Saviour, Brother, Friend, A blest eternity I'll spend,
Triumphant in his grace.
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Had I ten thousand gifts beside, I'd cleave to Jesus crucified, And build on him alone :
For no foundation is there given On which to place my hopes of heaven, But Christ, the corner-stone.
2 Possessing Christ, I all possess— Wisdom, and strength, and righteousness.
And holiness complete; Bold in his name, I dare draw nigh Before the Ruler of the sky,
And all his justice meet.
3 There is no path to heavenly bliss, To solid joy or lasting peace,
But Christ, th' appointed road ; O may we tread the sacred way, By faith rejoice, and praise, and pray
Till we sit down with God.
Chatham
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O Lord, how happy should we be, If we could cast our care on thee ;
I f we from self could rest, And feel, at heart, that One above. In perfect wisdom, perfect love,
Is working for the best !
2 Help us, O Lord, to trust in thee, And in our trials still to see
The tokens of thy love ; Let no temptation overcome. To lure us from the pathway home,
To live with thee above.
J. Anstick.
HYMN AND TUNE-BOOK.
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O i.o ve divine, how sweet thou art ! When shall I find my wandering heart
All taken up in thee ? O may I daily live to prove The sweetness of redeeming love,
The love of Christ to me !
2 God only knows the love of God;
0 may it now be shed abroad To cheer my fainting heart !
1 want to feel that love divine ; This heavenly portion, Lord, be mine —
Be mine this better part.
3 O that I could forever sit With Mary at the Master's feet !
Be this my happy choice : My only care, delight, and bliss, My joy, my heaven on earth, be this,
To hear the Bridegroom's voice.
4 O that I might with happy John, Recline my weary head upon
The blest Redeemer's breast ! From care, and fear, and sorrow free, Give me, O Lord, to find in thee
My everlasting rest. . ,_ _ Charles Wesley.
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Come join, ye saints, with heart and voice, Alone in Jesus to rejoice, And worship at his feet ;
Come, take his praises on your tongues, And raise to him your thankful songs — "In him ye are complete."
2 In him, who all our praise excels, The fullness of the Godhead dwells,
And all perfections meet ; The head of all celestial powers, Divinely theirs, divinely ours —
" In him ye are complete."
3 Still onward urge your heavenly way; Dependent on him day by day,
His presence still entreat ; His precious name forever bless, Your glory, strength, and righteousness —
"In him ye are complete."
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Be it my only wisdom here,
To serve the Lord with filial fear,
With loving gratitude ; Superior sense may I display, By shunning every evil way,
And walking in the good.
2 O may I still from sin depart; A wise and understanding heart,
Jesus, to me be given ; And let me through thy Spirit know To glorify my God below,
And find my way to heaven.
Charles Wkslet.
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All hail the power of Jesus' name !
Let angels prostrate fall ; Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown him Lord of all.
2 Crown him, you martyrs of our God, Who from his altar call ;
Extol the stem of Jesse's rod, And crown him Lord of all.
3 You chosen seed of Israel's race, A remnant weak and small,
Hail him who saves you by his grace, And crown him Lord of all.
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Go, spread your trophies at his feet, And crown him Lord of all.
5 Let every kindred, every tribe, On this terrestrial ball.
To him all majesty ascribe, And crown him Lord of all.
6 O that with yonder sacred throng We at his feet may fall !
We'll join the everlasting song, And crown him Lord of all.
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O for a thousand tongues, to sing My dear Redeemer's praise,
The glories of my God and King, The triumphs of his grace !
2 My gracious Master and my God, Assist me to proclaim,
To spread, through all the earth atrcad, The honors of thy name.
3 Jesus ! the name that calms our fears, That bids our sorrows cease —
'Tis music to my ravished ears, 'Tis life, and health, and peace.
4 He breaks the power of reigning sin ; He sets the prisoner free;
His blood can make the foulest clean : His blood availed for me.
Qrt/N C. Wesley.
Give me the wings of faith, to rise
Within the vail, and see The saints above, how great their joys,
How bright their glories be.
2 Once they were mourning here below, And poufed out cries and tears;
They wrestled hard, as we do now, With sins, and doubts, and fears.
3 I ask them whence their victory came; They, with united breath,
Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb, Their triumph to his death.
4 They marked the footsteps that he trod ; His zeal inspired their breast;
And, following their incarnate God, Possess the promised rest.
Isaac Watts.
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To HIM that loved the sons of men, And washed us in his blood,
To royal honors raised our heads, And made us priests to God —
2 To him let every tongue be praise, And every heart be love,
All grateful honors paid on earth, And nobler songs above.
3 Behold! on flying clouds he comes; His saints shall bless the day,
While they that pierced him sadly mourn Tn anguish and dismay.
4 Thou art the First, and thou the Last ; Time centers all in thee.
Almighty Lord, who wasi, and art,
And evermore shalt be ! 202 Unknown
O thou, my light, my life, my joy,
My glory and my all ! Unsent by thee, no good can come,
Nor evil can befall.
2 Such are thy schemes of providence, And methods of thy grace,
That I may safely trust in thee Through all this wilderness.
3 'Tis thine outstretched and powerful arm Upholds me in the way;
And thy rich bounty well supplies The wants of every day.
4 For such compassion, O my God, Ten thousand thanks are due ;
For such compassion I esteem Ten thousand thanks too few.
J. Montgomery.
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Tins is the day the first ripe sheaf Before the Lord was waved,
And Christ, first-fruits of them that slept, Was from the dead received.
2 He rose for them for whom he died, That, like to him, they may
Rise wlien he comes, in glory great, That ne'er shall fade away.
3 This is the day the Spirit came, With us on earth to stay —
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A Comforter, to fill our hearts With joys that ne'er decay.
4 His comforts are the earnest sure Of that same heavenly rest
Which Jesus entered on, when he Was made forever blest.
5 This day the Church of Christ began, Formed by his wondrous grace ;
This day the saints in concord meet, To join in prayer and praise.
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Within thy house, O Lord, our God,
In glory now appear; Mala- this a place of thine abode,
And shed thy blessings here. 2 When we thy mercy-seat surround,
Thy Spirit, Lord, impart; Aud let thy gospel's joyful sound,
With power, reach every heart.
3 Here let the blind their sight obtain ; Here give the mourners rest ;
Let Jesus here triumphant reign, Enthroned in every breast.
4 Here let the voice of sacred joy And humble prayer arise,
Till higher strains our tongues employ In realms beyond the skies.
Unknown.
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Once more, my soul, the rising day
Salutes thy waking eyes ; Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay
To him that 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 might rouse his wrath to flame, But yet his wrath delays.
4 Great God, let all my hours be thine, Whilst I enjoy the light ;
Then shall my sun in smiles decline, And bring a peaceful night.
._ _ _ Isaac Watts.
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Arise, ye people, and adore, Exulting strike the chord;
Let all the earth, from shore to shore, Confess th' almighty Lord.
2 Glad shouts aloud, wide echiing round, Th' ascending Lord proclaim ;
Th' angelic choir respond the sound, And shake creation's frame.
3 They sing of death and hell o'erthrown In that triumphant hour;
And God exalts his conquering Son To his right hand of power.
H. F. Lyte.
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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 wTonders tell.
3 Hosanna to th' anointed King, To David's holy Son ;
Help us, O Lord — descend and bring Salvation from thy throne.
4 Hosanna in the highest strains The Church on earth can raise !
The highest heavens, in which he reigns, Shall give him nobler praise.
_ ^ ^ Isaac Watts.
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How rich thy favors, God of grace,
How various and divine ! Full as the ocean they are poured,
And bright as heaven they shine.
2 He to eternal glory calls, And leads the wondrous way
To his own palace, where he reigns In uncreated day.
3 The songs of everlasting years That mercy shall attend,
Which leads, through sufferings of an hour. To joys that never end.
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Again the Lord of light and life
Awakes the kindling ray, Unseals the eyelids of the morn,
And pours increasing day.
2 O what a night was that which wrapt The heathen world in gloom !
O what a Sun which rose 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 different lips shall join To hail this welcome morn,
Which scatters blessings from its wings To nations yet unborn.
Anna L. Barbauld.
We sing the Saviour's wondrous death;
He conquered when he fell ; 'Tis finished, said his dying breath,
And shook the gates of hell.
2 'Tis finished, our Immanuel cries ; The dreadful work is done;
Hence shall his sovereign throne arise, His kingdom is begun.
3 His cross a sure foundation laid For glory and renown,
When through the regions of the dead He passed to reach, the crown.
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Hosanna to the Prince of light, That clothed himself in clay,
Entered the iron gates of death, And tore the bars away!
2 Death is no more the king of dread, Since our Immanuel rose;
He took the tyrant's sting away, And spoiled our hellish foes.
3 Raise your devotion, mortal tongues, To reach his blest abode ;
Sweet be the accents of your songs To our incarnate God.
4 Bright angels, strike your loudest strings, Your sweetest voices raise :
Let heaven, and all created things, Sound our Immanuel's praise.
— . . ,_ Isaac Watts.
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Salvation! O the joyful sound!
'Tis pleasure to our ears ; A sovereign balm for every wound,
A cordial for our fears.
2 Buried in sorrow and in sin, At hell's dark door we lay;
But we arise, by grace divine, To see a heavenly day.
3 Salvation ! let the echo fly The spacious earth around ;
While all the armies of the sky Conspire to raise the sound.
Isaac Watts.
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Bkight source of everlasting love !
To thee our souls we raise, A.nd to thy sovereign bounty rear
A monument of praise.
2 Thy mercy gilds the path of life With every cheering ray,
Kindly restrains the rising tear, Or wipes that tear away.
3 To tents of woe, to beds of pain, We cheerfully repair,
And with the gifts thy hand bestows, Relieve the mourners there.
4 The widow's heart shall sing for joy ; The orphan shall be fed;
The hungering soul we'll gladly point To Christ, the living Bread.
Tames Boden
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The Saviour risen to-day we praise,
In concert with the blest ; For now we see his work complete,
And enter into rest.
2 On this first day a brighter scene Of glory was displayed,
By the Creating Word, than when The universe was made.
3 He rises who mankind has bought With grief and pain extreme:
'Twas great to speak the world from naught ; 'Twas greater to redeem.
4 How vain the stone, the watch, the seal ! Naught can forbid his rise ;
'Tis he who shuts the gates of hell, And opens paradise.
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Blest morning, whose young, dawning rays
Beheld our rising Lord ; That saw him triumph o'er the dust,
And leave his dark abode !
2 In the cold prison of a tomb The great Redeemer lay,
Till the revolving skies had brought The third, th' appointed day.
3 Death and the grave unite their force, To hold our Lord, in vain;
The sleeping Captive soon awakes, And bursts taeir feeble chain.
4 To thy great name, almighty Lord, These sacred hours we pay ;
And loud hosannas shall proclaim The triumph of the day.
~ . _ Isaac Watts.
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How free and boundless is the grace
Of our redeeming God, Extending to the Greek and Jew,
And men of every blood !
2 Come, all you wretched sinners, come: He'll form your souls anew ;
His gospel and his heart have room For rebels such as you. .
3 His doctrine is almighty love ; There's virtue in his name
To turn a raven to a dove, A lion to a lamb.
4 Come, then, accept the offered grace, And make no more delay;
His love will all your guilt efface, And soothe your fears away.
Benj. Beddomb.
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To those bright realms above, That glorious temple in the skies,
Where dwells eternal love. 2 Before the gracious throne we bow
Of heaven's almighty King ; Here we present the solemn vow,
Aud hymns of praise we sing.
3 O Lord, while in thy house we kneel. With trust and holy fear,
Thy mercy and thy truth reveal, And lend a gracious ear.
4 With fervor teach our hearts to pray, And tune our lips to sing;
Nor from thy presence cast away The sacrifice we bring.
Isaac Watts. Handel.
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1 know that my Redeemer lives, And ever prays for me;
A token of his love he gives, A pledge of liberty.
2 I find him lifting up my head ; He brings salvation near:
i\.± presence makes me free indeed, t\nd be will soon appear.
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The counsel of his grace in me He surely shall fulfill.
4 Jesus, I hang upon thy word ; I steadfastly believe
Thou wilt return, and claim me. Lonl And to thyself receive.
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Tune every heart and tongue.
2 His love, what mortal thought can reach, What mortal tongue display !
Imagination's utmost stretch In wonder dies away.
3 He left his radiant throne on high, Left the bright realms of bliss,
And came to earth to bleed and die ! Was ever love like this ?
4 Blest Lord, while we adoring pay Our humble thanks to thee,
May every heart with rapture say, 11 The Saviour died for me."
5 O may the sweet, the blissful theme Fill every heart and tongue,
Till strangers love thy charming name, And join the sacred song.
_ ___ Harriet B. Steele.
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C) God, my heart is fully bent
To magnify thy name, My tongue, with 'cheerful songs of praise,
Shall celebrate thy fame.
'2 To all the listening tribes, O Lord,
Thy wonders I will tell ; And to those nations >-ing thy praise
That round about us dwell \
3 Because thy mercy's boundless height The highest heaven transcends ;
And far bevond th' aspiring clouds Thy faithful truth extends.
4 Be thou, O God, exalted high Above the starry frame ;
And let the world, with one consent, Confess thy glorious name.
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Behold, the mountain of the Lord
In latter days shall rise On mountain tops, above the hills,
And draw the wondering eyes.
2 To this the joyful nations round, All tribes and tongues, shall flow ;
"Up to the hill of God," they'll say, " And to his house we'll go."
3 The beam that shines from Zion's hill Shall lighten every land ;
The King who reigns in Salem's towers Shall all the world command.
4 Xo strife shall vex Messiah's reigi Or mar the peaceful years :
To plowshares men shall* beat their swords, To pruning-hooks their spears.
5 Xo longer hosts, encountering hosts, Their millions slain deplore;
They hang the trumpet in the hall, And study war no more.
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Prepare new honors for his name, And songs before unknown.
2 Let elders worship at his feet, The Church adore around,
With vials full of odors sweet, And harps of sweeter sound.
3 Now to the Lamb that once was slain Be endless blessings paid !
Salvation, glory, joy remain Forever on thy head !
4 Thou hast redeemed our souls with blood, Hast set the prisoners free ;
Hast made us kings and priests to God, And we shall reign with thee.
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2 In life's first dawn, my tender frame Was thine indulgent care,
Long ere I eould pronounce thy name, Or breathe the infant prayer.
3 Each rolling year new favors brought From thine exhaustless store—
But, ah ! in vain my laboring thought Would count thy mercies o'er.
4 Still I adore thee, gracious Lord, For favors more divine :
That I have known thy sacred word Where all thy glories shine.
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Ourselves, with humble faith and joy, We yield to thee, O Lord.
2 Joined in one body may we be; One inward life partake ;
One be our heart ; one heavenly hope In every bosom wake.
3 In prayer, in effort, tears, and toils, One wisdom be our guide ;
Taught by one {Spirit from above, In thee may we abide.
4 Then, when among the saints in light Our joyful spirits shine,
Shall anthems of immortal praise, O Lamb of God, be thine.
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Sing, all ye ransomed cf the Lord, Your great Deliverer sing;
Ye pilgrims, now for Zion bound, Be joyful in your King.
2 His hand divine shall lead you on, Through all the blissful road,
Till to the sacred mount you rise, And see your gracious God.
3 Bright garlands of immortal joy Shall bloom on every head ;
While sorrow, sighing, and distress, Like shadows, all are tied.
4 March on in your Redeemer's strength, Pursue his footsteps still;
And let the prospect cheer your eye While laboring up the hill.
Philip Doddridge.
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Come, let us join in songs of praise
To our ascended Priest ; He entered heaven with all our names
2 On earth he washed our guilt away By his atoning blood ;
Now he appears before the throne, And pleads our cause with God.
3 Clothed with our nature still, he know? The weakness of our frame,
And how to shield us from the foes Which he himself o'ercame.
4 O may we ne'er forget his grace, Nor blush to wear his name!
Still may our hearts hold fast his faith, Our lips his praise proclaim !
_. _ . _ Alexander Pirib.
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Again our earthly cares we leave,
And to thy courts repair ; Again with joyful feet we come
To meet our Saviour here.
2 Within these walls let holy peacf , And love and concord dwell ;
Here give the troubled conscience easf The wounded spirit heal.
3 The feeling heart, the melting eye, The humble mind, bestow;
And shine upon us from on high, To make our graces grow.
4 In faith may we receive thy word, In faith present our prayers,
And in the presence of our Lord Unbosom all our cares.
J. Newton.
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Eternal Source of life and light, Supremely good and wise,
To thee we bring our grateful vows, To thee lift up our eyes.
2 Our dark and erring minds illume With truth's celestial rays;
Inspire our hearts with sacred love, And tune our lips to praise.
3 Safely conduct us, by thy grace, Through life's perplexing road ;
And place us, when that journey's o'er, At thy right hand, O God.
Philip Doddridge.
229
How happy is the Christian's state !
His sins are all forgiven ; A cheering ray confirms the grace,
And lifts his hopes to heaven.
2 Though in the rugged path of life He heaves the pensive sigh,
Yet, trusting in his God, he finds | Delivering grace is nigh.
3 If, to prevent his wandering steps, He feels the chastening rod,
The gentle stroke shall bring him back To his forgiving God.
4 And when the welcome message comes To call his soul away,
His soul in raptures shall ascend To everlasting day.
Unknown.
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What shall I render to my God For all his kindness shown ?
My feet shall visit thine abode, My songs address thy throne.
2 Among the saints who fill thy house, My offering shall be paid ;
There shall my zeal perform the vows My soul, in anguish, made.
3 How happy all thy servants are ! How great thy grace to me !
My life, which thou hast made thy care, Lord, I devote to thee.
4 Now I am thine, forever thine ; Nor shall my purpose move ;
Thy hand hath loosed my bonds of pain, And bound me with thy love.
5 Here, in thy courts, I leave my vow, And thy rich grace record ;
Witness, ye saints, who hear me now, If I forsake the Lord.
_ _ . I. Watts
231
O how divine, how sweet the joy, When but one sinner turns,
And, with a humble, broken heart, His sins and errors mourns !
2 Pleased with the news, the saints below In songs their tongues employ ;
Beyond the skies the tidings go, And heaven is filled with joy.
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3 Well pleased the Father sees, and hears The contrite sinner's moan ;
Jesus receives him in his arms, And claims him for his own ;
4 Nor angels can their joy contain, But kindle with new tire ;
"The sinner lost is found," they sing, And strike the sounding lyre.
(*r}fl John Needham.
My soul,, how lovely is the place To which thy God resorts !
'Tis heaven to see his smiling face, Though in his earthly courts.
2 There the great Monarch of the skies His saving power displays,
And light breaks in upon our eyes With kind and quickening rays.
2 There, mighty God, thy words declare
The secrets of thy will ; And still we seek thy mercy there,
And sing thy praises still.
Isaac Watts.
233
Blest be the dear, uniting love,
That will not let us part ; Our bodies may far off remove,
We still are one in heart.
2 Joined in one Spirit to our Head, Where he appoints, we go ;
And still in Jesus' footsteps tread, And show his praise below.
3 Partakers of the Saviour's grace, The same in mind and heart,
Nor joy, nor grief, nor time, nor place, Nor life, nor death, can part.
Charles Wesley.
234
"Proclaim," saith Christ, "my wondrous To all the sons of men ; [grace
He that believes, and is baptized, Salvation shall obtain."
2 Let plenteous grace descend on those Who, hoping in thy word,
This day have publicly declared That Jesus is their Lord.
3 With cheerful feet may they advance, And run the Christian race,
And, through the troubles of the way, Find all-sufficient grace.
Jas. Nbwton.
235
Let every mortal car attend,
And every heart rejoice; The trumpet of the gospel sounds
With an inviting voice.
2 Ho ! all you hungry, starving souls, Who feed upon the wind,
And vainly strive with earthly toys To fill an empty mind,
3 Eternal wisdom has prepared A soul-reviving feast,
And bids your longing appetites The rich provision taste.
; 4 Ho ! you that pant for living streams,
And pine away and die, \ Here may you quench your raging thirst
From springs that never dry.
5 Rivers of love and mercy here In a rich ocean join;
Salvation in abundance flows, Like floods of milk and wine.
6 Great God, the treasures of thy love Are everlasting mines ;
Deep as our helpless miseries are, And boundless as our sins.
Isaac Watts.
236
And now, my soul, another year Of thy short life is past ;
1 can not long continue here, And this may be my last.
2 Much of my hasty life is gone, Nor will return again ;
And swift my passing moments run The few that yet remain.
3 Awake, my soul ; with utmost care Thy true condition learn :
What are thy hopes? how sure? how fair? What is thy great concern ?
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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O God of Bethel, by whose hand
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Hast all our fathers led !
2 Our vows, our prayers, we now present Before thy throne of grace :
God of our fathers, be the God Of their succeeding race.
3 Through each succeeding path of life Our wandering footsteps guide;
Give us each day our daily bread, And raiment fit provide.
4 O spread thy covering wings around, Till all our wanderings cease,
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6 Such blessings from thy gracious hand Our humble prayers implore;
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In memory of the Saviour's love
We keep the sacred feast, Where every humble, contrite heart
Is made a welcome gue.->t.
2 Under his banner thus we sing
The wonders of his love, And thus anticipate by faith
The heavenly feast above.
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Faith adds new charms to earthly blisa And saves us from its snares ;
It yields support in all our toils, And sof cens ail our cares.
2 The wounded conscience knows its power The healing balm to give;
That balm the saddest heart can cheer. And make the dying live.
3 Unvailing wide the heavenly world, Where endless pleasures reign,
It bids us seek our portion there, Nor bids us seek in vain.
4 There still unshaken would we rest Till this frail body dies ;
And then, on faith's triumphant wing,
To endless glory rise. ,_ _ _ D. Turner.
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And did the Holy and the Just, The Sovereign of tiie skies,
Stoop down to wretchedness and dust, That guilty man might rise ?
2 Yes, the Redeemer left his throne His radiant throne on high —
Surpassing mercy! love unknown!— To suffer, bleed, and die.
3 He took the dying rebel's place, And suffered in our stead ;
For sinful man— O wondrous grace ! - For sinful man he bled !
Anne Steki.k.
HYMN AND TUNE-BOOK.
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Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve,
And press with vigor on ; A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.
2 A cloud of witnesses around Hold thee in full survey;
Forget the steps already trod, And onward urge thy way.
3 'Tis God's all-animating voice That calls thee from on high ;
'Tis his own hand presents the prize To thine aspiring eye.
4 Blest Saviour, introduced by thee, Have I my race begun ;
And, crowned with victory, at thy feet I'll lay my honors down.
Philip Doddridge.
242
Bright was the guiding star that led, With mild, benignant ray,
The Gentiles to the lowly shed Where the Redeemer lay.
2 But, lo ! a brighter, clearer light Now points to his abode;
It shines through sin and sorrow's night To guide us to our God.
3 O gladly tread the narrow path While light and grace are given :
Who meekly follow Christ on earth Shall reign with him in heaven.
Harriet Auuer.
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Rise, O my soul, pursue the path
By ancient heroes trod ; Ambitious view those holy men
Who lived and walked with God.
2 Though dead, they speak in reason's ear, And in example live ;
Their faith and hope and mighty deeds Still fresh instruction give.
3 'Twas through the Lamb's most precious blood They conquered every foe ;
And to his power and matchless grace Their crowns and honors owe.
4 Lord, may we ever keep in view The patterns thou hast given,
And ne'er forsake the blessed road Which led them safe to heaven.
John Needham.
244
Come, let us join, with one accord, In hymns around the throne;
This is the day our risen Lord Hath made and called his own.
2 This is the day which God hath blest, The brightest of the seven,
Type of the everlasting rest The saints enjoy in heaven.
3 Then let us in his name sing on, And hasten on that day
When ^ur Redeemer shall comedown, And shadows pass away.
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Great God ! thy penetrating eye Pervades my inmost powers;
With awe profound my wondering soul Falls prostrate and adores.
2 To be encompassed round with God, The Holy and the Just,
Armed with omnipotence to save, Or crush me to the dust —
3 O how tremendous is the thought ! Deep may it be impressed ;
And may thy Spirit firmly grave This truth within my breast.
4 Begirt with thee, my fearless soul The gloomy vale shall tread;
And thou wilt bind th' immortal crown Of glory on my head.
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Lord, lead the way the Saviour went
By lane and cell obscure, And let love's treasures still be spent,
Like his, upon the poor.
2 Like him, through scenes of deep distress, Who bore the world's sad weight,
We, in their crowded loneliness, Would seek the desolate.
3 For thou hast placed us side by side In this wide world of ill;
And that thy followers may be tried, The poor are with us still.
4 Mean are all offerings we can make ; Yet thou hast taught us, Lord,
If given for the Saviour's sake, They lose not their reward.
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O could I find, from day to day,
A nearness to my God, Then would my hours glide sweet away
While leaning on 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 Blest Jesus, come and rule my heart, And make me wholly thine,
That I may never more depart, Nor grieve thy love divine.
4 Thus, till my last, expiring breath, Thy goodness I'll adore ;
And when my frame dissolves in death, My soul shall love thee more.
B. Cleveland.
248
Now let our cheerful eyes survey Our great High Priest above,
And celebrate his constant care And sympathetic love.
2 Though raised to heaven's exalted throne, Where angels bow around,
And high o'er all the hosts of light, With matchless honors crowned—
3 The names of all his saints he bears Deep graven on his heart ;
Nor shall the weakest Christian say That he has lost his part.
4 So, gracious Saviour! on my breast May thy dear name be worn,
A sacred ornament and guard, To endless ages borne.
Philip Doddridge.
249
And can my heart aspire so high, To say, " My Father God ! »
Lord, at thy feet I long to lie, And learn to kiss the rod.
2 I would submit to all thy will, For thou art good and wise ;
Let every anxious thought be still, Nor one faint murmur rise.
3 Thy love can cheer the darkest gloom, And bid me wait serene,
Till hopes and joys immortal bloom, And brighten all the scene.
4 My Father ! O permit my heart To plead her humble claim;
And ask the bliss those words impart, In my Redeemer's name.
Anne Steele.
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O happy they who know the Lord, With whom he deigns to dwell !
He feeds and cheers them by his word, His arm supports them well.
2 To them, in each distressing hour, His throne of grace is near;
And when they plead his love and power, He stands engaged to hear.
3 His presence sweetens all our cares, And makes our burdens light;
A word from him dispels our fears, And gilds the gloom of night.
4 May we enjoy and highly prize These tokens of thy love,
Till thou shalt bid our spirits rise To worship thee above.
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And drives away his fear.
2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast ;
'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary, rest.
3 Jesus, my Shepherd, Guardian, Friend, My Prophet, Priest, and King,
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, Accept the praise I bring.
4 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.
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Our souls are in the Saviour's hand,
And he will keep them still ; i And you and I shall surely stand With him on Zion's hill.
2 Him eye to eye we there shall see, Our face like his shall shine ;
O what a glorious company, When saints and angels join !
3 O what a joyful meeting there, In robes of white array !
I Palms in our hands we all shall bear, _'_nd crowns that ne'er decay.
4 When we've been there ten thousand years, Bright shining as the sun,
We've no less days to sing God's praise Than when we first begun !
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SILOAM, C, M,
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The Saviour bids thee watch and pray Through life's momentous hour ;
And grants the Spirit's quickening ray To those who seek his power.
2 The Saviour bids thee watch and pray, Maintain a warrior's strife ;
O Christian, hear his voice to-day : Obedience is thy life.
3 The Saviour bids thee watch and pray; For soon the hour will come
That calls thee from the earth away To thine eternal home.
4 The Saviour bids thee watch and pray; O hearken to his voice,
And follow where he leads the way, To heaven's eternal joys !
QC/I T.Hastings.
Lord, all I am is known to thee;
In vain my soul would try To shun thy presence, or to flee
The notice of thine eye.
2 Thy all-observing eye surveys My rising and my rest,
My public walks, my private ways, The secrets of my breast.
3 My thoughts lie open to thee, Lord, Before they're formed within;
And ere my lips pronounce the word, Thou knowest all I mean.
4 O let thy grace surround me still, And like a bulwark prove,
To guard my soul from every ill, Secured by sovereign love.
Isaac Watts.
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How shall the young secure their hearts, And guard their lives from sin ?
Thy word the choicest rulesjmparts 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 us truly wise: We hate the sinner's road ;
We hate our own vain thoughts that riser But love thy law, O 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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If human kindness meets return, And owns the grateful tie ;
If tender thoughts within us burn To feel a friend is nigh —
2 O shall not warmer' accents tell The gratitude we owe
To him who died our fears to quell, Who bore our guilt and woe?
3 While yet his anguished soul surveyed Those pangs he would not flee,
What love his latest words displayed — " Meet, and remember me ! "
4 Remember thee ! thy death, thy shamo, The pangs which thou didst bear !
O memory, leave no other name But his recorded there !
G. T. Nokl.
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Alas! what hourly dangers rise!
What snares beset my way ! To heaven, O let me lift mine eyes,
And hourly watch and pray.
2 O gracious God, in whom I live, My feeble efforts aid ;
Help me to watch and pray and strive, Though trembling and afraid.
3 Increase my faith, increase my hope, When foes and fears prevail ;
And bear my fainting spirit up, Or soon my strength will fail.
4 O keep me in thy heavenly way, And bid the tempter flee ;
And let me never, never stray From happiness and thee.
Anne Steele.
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How oft, alas ! this wretched heart Has wandered from the Lord !
How oft my roving thoughts depart, Forgetful of his word !
2 Yet sovereign mercy calls, "Return!" Dear Lord, and may T come?
My vile ingratitude I mourn— O take the wanderer home !
3 And canst thou, wilt thou yet forgive, And bid my crimes remove?
And shall a pardoned rebel live To speak thy wondrous love ?
4 Almighty grace ! thy healing power How glorious — how divine,
That can to life and bliss restore A heart so vile as mine .
5 Thy pardoning love — so free, so sweet- Dear Saviour, I adore ;
O keep me at thy sacred feet, And let me rove no more .
Anne Steele.
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Thou art my hiding-place, O Lord !
In thee I put my trust, Encouraged by thy holy word,
A feeble child of dust
2 I have no argument beside, I urge no other plea—
And 'tis enough— the Saviour died, The Saviour died for me.
3 When storms of fierce temptation beat, And furious foes assail,
My refuge is the mercy-seat, My hope within the vail.
4 And when thy awful voice commands This body to decay,
And life, in its last lingering sands, Is ebbing fast away —
5 Then, though it be in accents weak, My voice shall call on thee,
And' ask for strength in death to speak, " My Saviour died for me."
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Ashamed of Christ ! Our souls disdain The mean, ungenerous thought :
Shall we disown that Friend whose blood To man salvation brought?
2 With the glad news of love and peace, From heaven to earth he came ;
For us endured the painful cross, For us despised the shame.
3 To his command let us submit Ourselves without delay ;
Our lives — yea, thousand lives of ours — His love can ne'er repay.
4 To bear his name — his cross to bear— Our highest honor this !
Who nobly suffers for him now, Shall reign with him in bliss.
Unknown.
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Come, humble sinner, in whose breast A thousand thoughts revolve ;
Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed, And make this last resolve :
2 I'll go to Jesus, though my sin Has like a mountain rose;
His kingdom now I'll enter in, Whatever may oppose.
3 Humbly I'll bow at his command, And there my guilt confess ;
I'll own I am a wretch undone, Without his sovereign grace.
4 Surely he will accept my plea, For he has bid me come ;
Forthwith I'll rise, and to him flee, For yet, he says, there's room.
5 I can not perish if I go ; I am resolved to try ;
For if I stay away, I know I must forever die.
_ _ _ E. Jones.
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Father, I wait before thy throne;
Call me a child of thine, And let the Spirit of thy Son
Fill this poor heart of mine.
2 There shed thy promised love abroad, And make my comfort strong;
Then shall I say, my Father, God ! With an unwavering tongue.
Isaac Watts.
263
Lord, at thy table we behold The wonders of thy grace;
But, most of all, admire that we Should find a welcome place.
2 What strange, surprising grace is thi^ That we, so lost, have room ?
Jesus our weary souls invites, And freely bids us come !
3 Ye saints below, and hosts of heaven, Join all your sacred powers :
No theme is like redeeming love ; No Saviour is like ours.
_, ^ M Joseph Stennett.
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Buried beneath the yielding wave,
The great Redeemer lies ; Faith views him in the watery grave,
And thence beholds him rise.
2 And thus do willing souls, to-day, Their ardent zeal express,
And, in the Lord's appointed way, Fulfill all righteousness.
3 With joy we in his footsteps tread, And would his cause maintain;
Like him be numbered with the dead, And with him rise and reign.
4 Now we, blest Saviour, would to thee Our grateful voices raise ;
Washed in the fountain of thy blood, Our lives shall be thy praise.
Bent. Beddome.
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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;
4 Sweet to rejoice in lively hope That when my change shall come,
Angels shall hover round my bed, And waft my spirit home.
A. M. Toplapv.
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And all be hushed to rest. 2 'Tis then the soul is freed from fears
And doubts which here annoy ; Then they that oft had sown in tears
Shall reap again in joy. } There is a home of sweet repose,
Where storms assail no more; The stream of endless pleasure flows
On that celestial shore. 4 There purity with love appears,
And bliss without alloy ; There they that oft had sown in tears
Shall reap again in joy.
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How happy every child of grace, Who knows his sins forgiven !
This earth, he cries, is not my place- - I seek my home in heaven.
2 A country far from mortal sight, Yet O, by faith, I see
The land of rest, the saints' delight, The heaven prepared for me.
3 O what a blessed hope is ours ! While here on earth we stay,
We more than taste the heavenly powers, And antedate that day.
4 We feel the resurrection near, Our life in Christ concealed,
And with his glorious presence here, Our earthen vessels filled.
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1 A heart resigned, submissive, meek, My great Redeemer's throne —
Where only Christ is heard to speak, Where Jesus reigns alone !
ft O for a lowly, contrite heart,
Confiding, true, and clean, Which neither life nor death can part
From him that dwells within ;
4 A heart in every thought renewed,
And full of lovedivine, Perfect and right, and pure and good,
A copy, Lord, of thine !
In each distressing hour.
4 My soul would leave this heavy clay At that transporting word.
And run with joy the shining way, To meet my dearest Lord.
q -j p. Isaac Watts.
With joy we meditate the grace Of our High Priest above ;
His heart is fall of tenderness, His bosom glows with love.
2 Touched with a sympathy within, He knows our feeble frame ;
He knows what sore temptations mean- For he has felt the same.
3 He, in the days of feeble flesh, Poured out his cries and tears ;
And in his measure feels afresh What every member bears.
That dear, best name is Love
_ _ _ W.M. COWPER.
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My God, the spring of all mv joys,
The life of my delights, The glory of my brightest days,
The comfort of my nights!*
2 In darkest shades, if thou appear, My dawning is begun ;
Thou art my soul's bright morning star, And thou my rising sun.
3 The opening heavens around me shine With beams of sacred bliss,
While Jesus shows his mercy mine, And whispers, " I am his."
(*l -7 i Isaac Watts.
O Father, though the anxious fear May cloud to-morrow's way,
No fear nor doubt shall enter here ; All shall be thine to-day.
i 2 We will not bring divided hearts
To worship at thy shrine; But each unworthy thought departs, And leaves this temple thine.
3 Sleep, sleep to-day, tormenting cares,
Of earth and folly born ; Ye shall not dim the light that stream:-
From this celestial morn.
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3 I love to think on mercies past, And future good implore,
And all my cares and sorrows cast On him whom I adore.
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Beneath the chastening rod, But, in the hour of grief or pain,
Will lean upon its God ;
3 A faith that shines more bright and dear When tempests rage without ;
That, when in danger, knows no fear, In darkness, feels no doubt !
4 Lord, give us such a faith as this ; And then, whate'er may come,
We'll taste, e'en here, the hallowed bliss Of an eternal home.
W. H. Balhurst.
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Help us, O Lord, thy yoke to wear,
Delighting in thy will ; Each other's burdens learn to bear ;
The law of love fulfill.
2 He that hath pity on the poor Doth lend unto the Lord;
„\nd, lo ! his recompense is sure, For more shall be restored.
3 To thee our all devoted be, In whom we move and live ;
Freely we have received from thee, And freely may we give.
4 And while we thus obey thy word, And every want relieve,
O may we find it, gracious Lord, More blest than to receive.
T. COTTERILL.
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O for a closer walk with God, A calm and heavenly frame,
A 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 once enjoyed ! How sweet their memory* still !
But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.
4 Return, O holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest !
1 hate the sins that made thee mourn, And drove thee from my breast.
f\ -7 r\ vtu. Cowper.
O thou who driest the mourner's tear, How dark this world would be,
If, when deceived and wounded here, We could not fly to thee !
2 But thou wilt heal the broken heart Which, like the plants that throw
Their fragrance from the wounded part, Breathes sweetness out of woe.
3 When joy no longer soothes or cheers, And e'en the hope that threw
A moment's sparkle o'er our tears Is dimmed and vanished too —
4 Then sorrow, touched by thee, grows bright With more than rapture's ray;
The darkness shows us worlds of" light We never saw by day.
Qyy Thos. Moore.
Hosanxa to our conquering King!
All hail, incarnate Love ! Ten thousand songs and glories wait
To crown thy head above. 2 Thy victories and thy deathless fame
Through all the world shall run, And everlasting ages sing
The triumphs thou hast won.
Isaac Wattt
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Father of mercies, God of love,
My Father and my God, I'll sing the honors of thy name,
And spread thy praise abroad.
2 In every period of my life Thy thoughts of love appear ;
Thy mercies gild each transient scene, And crown each passing year.
3 In all thy mercies, may my soul A Father's bounty see ;
Nor let the gifts thy grace bestows Estrange my heart from thee.
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In every trouble, sharp and strong, My soul to Jesus flies ;
My anchor-hold is firm in him When swelling billows rise.
2 His comforts bear my spirit up : I trust a faithful God ;
The sure foundation of my hope Is in a Saviour's blood.
3 Loud hallelujahs sing, my soul, To thy Redeemer's name ;
In joy and sorrow, life and death, His love is still the same.
Unknown. P. H. Dayhoff.
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Dark was the night, and cold the ground Uu which the Lord was laid;
1 lis .sweat, like drops of blood, ran down;
In agony he prayed :
2 "Father, remove this bitter cup, If such thy sacred will ;
If not, content to drink it up, Thy pleasure I mlnil."
3 Go to the garden, sinner ; aee Those precious drops that flow,
The heavy load he bore for thee — For thee he lies so low.
4 Then learn of him the cross to bear; Thy Father's will obey;
And when temptations press thee near, Awake to watch and pray.
Unknown,
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CHIMES. 0. M,
Lowell Mason.
What grace, O Lord, and beau - ty shone A - round thy steps be -low!
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What grace, O Lord, and beauty shone
Around thy steps below ! What patient love was seen in all
Thy life and death of woe !
2 For, ever on thy burdened heart A weight of sorrow hung ;
Yet no ungentle, murmuring word Escaped thy silent tongue.
3 Thy foes might hate, despise, revile, Thy friends unfaithful prove ;
Unwearied in forgiveness still, Thy heart could only love.
4 O give us hearts to love like thee; Like thee, O Lord, to grieve
Far more for others' sins than all The wrongs that we receive.
5 One with thyself, may every eye, In us, thy brethren, see
The gentleness and grace that spring From union, Lord, with thee.
_ Edward Denny.
The Saviour ! O what endless charms Dwell in the blissful sound !
Its influence every fear disarms, And spreads sweet peace around.
2 Here pardon, life, and joys divine
In rich profusion flow, For guilty rebels, lost in sin,
And doomed to endless woe.
3 Th' almighty Former of the skies Stooped to our vile abode,
While angels viewed with wondering eyes, And hailed th' incarnate God.
4 O the rich depths of love divine ; Of bliss, a boundless store !
Blest Saviour, let me call thee mine ; I can not wish for more.
Anne Steele.
283
Do not I love thee, O my Lord?
Behold my heart, and see ; And turn the dearest idol out
That dares to rival thee.
2 Is not thy name melodious still To mine attentive ear ?
Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound, My Saviour's voice to hear?
3 Hast thou a lamb in all thy flock I would disdain to feed ?
Hast thou a foe, before whose face I fear thy cause to plead ?
4 Would not my heart pour forth its blood In honor of thy name,
And challenge the cold hand of death To damp th' immortal flame?
5 Thou knowest that I love thee, Lord; But, O, I long to soar
Far from the sphere of mortal joys, And learn to love thee more.
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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 Honor and power divine ;
And blessings more than we can give, Be, Lord, forever thine.
4 The whole creation join in one To bless the sacred name
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Thou art the Way : to thee alone From sin and death we flee ;
And he who would the Father seek, Must seek him, Lord, by thee.
2 Thou art the Truth : thy word alone True wisdom can impart ;
Thou, only, canst inform the mind, And purify the heart.
3 Thou art the Life : the rending tomb Proclaims thy conquering arm ;
And those who put their trust in thee, Nor death nor hell shall harm.
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Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat, "Where Jesus answers prayer;
There humbly fall before his feet, For none can perish there.
2 Thy promise is my only plea, With this I venture nigh ;
Thou callest burdened souls to thee, And such, O Lord, am I.
3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin, By Satan sorely pressed —
By war without, and fear within — I come to thee for rest.
4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place, That, sheltered near thy side,
1 may my fierce accuser face, And tell him thou hast died.
5 O wondrous love, to bleed and die, To bear the cross and shame,
That guilty sinners, such as I, Might piead ihy gracious name !
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Glory to God, who deigns to bless
This consecrated day, [Infolds his wondrous promises,
And makes it sweet to pray !
2 Glory to God, who deigns to hear The humblest sigh we raise,
And answers every heartfelt prayer, And hears our hymn of praise/
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Father of mercies, in thy word What endless glory shines !
Forever be thy name adored For these celestial lines.
2 Here may the wretched sons of wan Exhaustless riches find —
Riches above what earth can grant, And lasting as the mind.
3 Here springs of consolation rise To cheer the fainting mind,
And thirsty souls receive supplies, And sweet refreshment find.
4 O niay these heavenly pages be My ever dear delight ;
And still new beauties may I see, And still increasing light
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Mercy alone can meet my case :
For mercy, Lord, I cry ; Jesus, Redeemer, show thy face
In mercy, or I die.
2 I perish, and my doom w^re just ; But wilt thou leave me? No.
I hold thee fast, my hope, my trust ; I will not let thee go.
3 To thee, thee only will I cleave ; Thy word is all my plea —
That word is truth, and I believe; Have mercy. Lord, on me.
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' 2 This only can my fears control,
And bid my sorrows fly : What harm can ever reach my soul Beneath my Father's eye ?
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My Father, to thy mercy-seat,
My soul for shelter flies ; 'Tis here I find a safe retreat
When storms and tempests rise.
2 My cheerful hope can never die, If thou, my God, art near;
Thy grace can raise my comforts high, And banish every fear.
3 My great Protector and my Lord, Thy constant aid impart ;
O let thy kind, thy gracious word Sustain my trembling heart.
4 O never let my soul remove From this divine retreat;
Still let me trust thy power and love, And dwell beneath thy feet.
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Come, you that love the Saviour's name, And joy to make it known,
The Sovereign of your hearts proclaim, And bow before his throne.
2 Behold your King, your Saviour, crowned With glories all divine ;
And tell the wondering nations round How bright these glories shine.
3 Infinite power and boundless grace In him unite their rays ;
You that have seen his lovely face, Can you forbear his praise ?
4 When in the earthly courts we view The beauties of our King,
We long to love as angels do, And wish like them to sing.
5 And shall we long and wish in vain ? Lord, teach our songs to rise !
Thy love can animate our strain, And bid it reach the skies.
Anne Steele.
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Plunged in a gulf of dark despair,
We wretched sinners lay, Without one cheerful beam of hope,
Or spark of glimmering day.
2 With pitying eyes, the Prince of grace
Beheld our helpless grief ; He saw, and — O, amazing love! —
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Entered the grave in mortal flesh, And dwelt among the dead.
4 O for this love let rocks and hills Their lasting silence break,
And all harmonious human tongues The Saviour's praises speak.
5 Angels, assist our mighty joys ; Strike all your harps of gold ;
But, when you raise your highest notes, His love can ne'er be told.
Isaac Watts.
294
Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor,
Behold a royal feast ; Where mercy spreads her bounteous store
For every humble guest.
2 See, Jesus stands with open arms; He calls, he bids you come.
Guilt holds you back, and tear alarms; But see, there yet is room —
3 Room in the Saviour's bleeding heart: There love and pity meet,
Xor will he bid the soul depart That trembles at his feet.
4 And yet ten thousand thousand more Are welcome still to come.
Ye longing souls, the grace adore; Approach — there yet is room.
Anne Steele
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2 Should earth against my soul engage, And fiery darts be hurled,
Then I would smile at Satan's rage, And face a frowning world.
3 Let cares, like a wild deluge, come, And storms of sorrow fall,
May I but safely reach my home, My God, my heaven, my all.
4 There shall I bathe my weary soul In seas of heavenly rest ;
And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast.
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0 land of rest, for thee I sigh ; • When will the moment come
When I shall lay my armor by, And dwell in peace at home?
2 No tranquil joy on earth I know, No peaceful, sheltering dome ;
This world's a wilderness of woe, This world is not my home.
3 When, by affliction sharply tried, I view the opening tomb,
Although I dread death's chilling tide, Yet still I sigh for home.
4 Weary of wandering round and round This vale of sin and gloom,
1 long to quit th' unhallowed ground, And dwell with Christ at home.
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Thy goodness we adore — A spring whose waters never fail,
A sea without a shore.
2 Sun, moon and stars thy love attest In every golden ray ;
Love draws the curtains of the night, And love brings back the day.
3 Thy bounty every season crowns With all the bliss it yields,
With joyful clusters loads the vines, With strengthening grain the fields.
4 But chiefly thy compassion, Lord, Is in the gospel seen ;
There, like a sun, thy mercy shines, Without a cloud between.
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O God, unseen, yet ever near,
Reveal thy presence now, While we, in love that hath no fear,
Before thy glory bow.
2 Here may obedient spirits find The blessings of thy love —
The streams that through the desert wind, The manna from above.
8 Awhile beside the fount we stay And eat this bread of thine ;
Then go, rejoicing, on our way, Renewed with strength divine.
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As pants the hart for cooling streams.
When heated in the chase, So pants my soul, O Lord, for thee,
And thy refreshing grace.
2 For thee, my God, the living God, My thirsty soul doth pine ;
O when shall I behold thy face, Thou Majesty Divine ?
3 I sigh to think of happier days, When thou, O Lord, wast nigh;
When every heart was tuned to praise, And none more blest than I.
4 Why restless, why cast down, my soul ? Trust God, who will employ
His aid for thee, and change those sighs To thankful hymns of joy.
Tate and Bradv.
300
Almighty Father of mankind, On thee my hopes remain ;
And when the day of trouble comes, I shall not trust in vain.
2 In early years thou wast my guide. And of my youth the friend ;
And, as my days began with thee, With thee my days shall end.
3 I know the Power in whom I trust, The arm on which I lean ;
He will my Saviour ever be, Who hath my Saviour been.
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2 A whispered word may touch the heart,
And call it back to life ; A look of love bid sin depart,
And still unholy strife.
PEORIA. C. M.
3 No act falls fruitless ; none can tell How vast its powers may be,
Nor what results infolded dwell Within it silently.
4 Work on, despair not ; bring thy mite. Nor care how small it be ;
God is with all that serve the right, The holy, true, and free.
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But God has placed it there. 2 There's not a star whose twinkling light
Illumes the distant earth, And cheers the solemn gloom of night,
But goodness gave it birth.
3 There's not a cloud whose dews distill Upon the parching clod,
And clothe with verdure vale and hill, That is not sent of God.
4 Around, beneath, below, above, Wherever space extends,
There heaven displays its boundless love, And power with goodness blends.
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And pray to be forgiven, So let thy life our pattern be,
And form our souls for heaven.
2 Help us, through good report and ill, I Our daily cross to bear;
Like thee, to do our Father's will, Our brother's griefs to share.
3 Let grace our selfishness expel, Our earthliness refine ;
And kindness in our bosoms dwell, As free and true as thine.
4 If joy shall at thy bidding fly, And griefs dark day come on,
We, in our turn, would meekly cry, 11 Father, thy will be done ! "
5 Kept peaceful in the midst of strife, Forgiving and forgiven,
O may we lead the pilgrim's life, And follow thee to heaven !
J. H. GURNEY.
304
Lord, when my raptured thought surveys
Creation's beauties o'er, All nature joins to teach thy praise,
And bid my soul adore.
2 Where'er I turn my gazing eyes, Thy radiant footsteps shine ;
Ten thousand pleasing wonders rise, And speak their source divine.
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3 On me thy providence hath shone With gentle, smiling rays ;
O let my lips and life make known Thy goodness and thy praise.
4 All-bounteous Lord, thy grace impart. O teach me to improve
Thy gifts, with ever-grateful heart, And crown them with thy love !
_ Anne Steele.
305
How sweet, how heavenly is the sight When those that love the Lord
In one another's peace delight, And so fulfill the word ;
2 When each can feel his brother's sigh, And with him bear a part ;
When sorrow flows from eye to eye, And joy from heart to heart ;
3 When, free from envy, scorn, and pride, Our wishes all above,
Each can his brother's failings hide, And show a brother's love ;
4 When love in one delightful stream Through every bosom flows ;
When union sweet and dear esteem In every action glows !
5 Love is the golden chain that binds The happy souls above ;
And lie's an heir of heaven who finds His bosom glow with love.
J. Swain.
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Thy little flock behold And guide us by thy staff and rod,
The children of thy fold.
2 We praise thy name that we were brought To this delightful place,
Where we are watched and warned and taught, The children of thy grace.
3 May all our friends, thy servants here, Meet with us all above,
And we and they in heaven appear, The children of thy love.
Unknown.
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307
Unshaken as the sacred hill, And fixed as mountains be,
Firm as a rock the soul shall rest, That leans, O Lord, on thee.
2 Not walls nor hills could guard so well Old Salem's happy ground,
As those eternal arms of love That every saint surround.
3 Deal gently, Lord, with souls sincere, And lead them safely on
To the bright gates of Paradise, Where Christ, their Lord, is gone.
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Jesus, in thy transporting name, What blissful glories rise —
Jesus, the angels' sweetest theme, The wonder of the skies !
2 Well might the skies with wonder view A love so strange as thine ;
No thought of angels ever knew Compassion so divine.
3 Jesus, and didst thou leave the sky To bear our sins and woes ?
And didst thou bleed and groan and die, For vile, rebellious foes?
4 Victorious love ! can language tell The wonders of thy power,
Which conquered all the force of hell In that tremendous hour !
5 What glad return can I impart For favors so divine?
O take this heart, this worthless heart, And make it only thine !
_ _ ,_ Anne Steele.
309
Thou art my portion, O my God ;
Soon as I know thy way, My heart makes haste t' obey thy word,
And suffers no delay.
2 I choose the path of heavenly truth,
And glory in my choice ; Not all the riches of the earth
Could make me so rejoice.
3 The testimonies of thy grace I set before mine eyes ;
Thence I derive my daily strength, And there my comfort lies.
4 If once I wander from thy path, I think upon my ways,
Then turn my feet to thy command, And trust thy pardoning grace.
5 Now I am thine, forever thine ; O save thy servant, Lord !
Thou art my shield, my hiding-place; My hope is in thy word.
Isaac Watts.
310
Our blest Redeemer, ere he breathed
His tender, last farewell, A Guide, a Comforter bequeathed,
With us on earth to dwTell.
2 He came in tongues of living flame, To teach, convince, subdue ;
All powerful as the wind he came, And all as viewless, too.
3 He came, sweet influence to impart, A gracious, willing Guest,
While he can find one humble heart Wherein to fix his rest.
4 Spirit of purity and grace, Our weakness, pitying, see;
O make our hearts thy dwelling-place, Purer and worthier thee !
Harriet Auber.
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Majestic sweetness sits enthroned
Upon the Saviour's brow ; His head with radiant glories crowned,
His lips with grace o'erflow.
2 No mortal can with him compare Among the sons of men ;
Fairer is he than all the fair Who fill the heavenly train.
3 He saw me plunged in deep distress, And flew to my relief ;
For me he bore the shameful cross, And carried all my grief.
4 To him I owe my life and breath, And all the joys I have ;
He makes me triumph over death, And saves me from the grave.
5 To heaven, the place of his abode, He brings my weary feet ;
Shows me the glories'of my God, And makes my joys complete.
6 Since from thy bounty I receive Such proofs of love divine,
Had I a thousand hearts to give, Lord, they should all be thine.
S. Stennett.
312
With joy we own thy servant, Lord,
Thy minister below", Ordained to spread thy truth abroad,
That all thy name may know.
2 O may he now, and ever, keep His eye intent on thee ;
Do thou, great Shepherd of the sheep, His bright example be.
3 With plenteous grace his heart prepare To execute thy will ;
And give him patience, love, and care, And faithfulness and skill.
4 As showers refresh the thirsty plain, So let his labors prove ;
By him extend thy righteous reign— The reign of truth and love.
J. Montgomery.
313
O for an overcoming faith, To cheer my dying hours ;
To triumph o'er approaching death, And all his frightful powers !
2 Joyful, with all the strength I have, My quivering lip should sing,—
" Where is thy boasted victory, grave? And where, O death, thy sting ? "
3 If sin be pardoned, I'm secure — Death has no sting beside :
The law gives sin its fatal power ; But Christ, my ransom, died.
4 Now to the God of vic-to-ry Immortal thanks be paid,
Who makes us conquerors while we die, Through Christ, our living Head.
J#AAC WATT».
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HYMN AND TUNE-BOOK.
314
Behold the Saviour of mankind Nailed to the shameful tree !
How vast the love that him inclined To bleed and die for me !
2 Hark ! how he groans, while nature shakes, And earth's strong pillars bend !
The temple's vail asunder breaks, The solid marbles rend.
3 " 'Tis finished I" now the ransom's paid, "Receive my soul ! " he cries ;
See how he bows his sacred head ; He bows his head and dies !
4 But soon from death he'll rise again, And in full glory shine;
O Lamb of God, was ever pain, Was ever love like thine?
_ . _ S. Wesley.
315
All as God wills, wTho wisely heeds
To give or to withhold, And knoweth more of all my needs
Than all my prayers have told.
2 Enough that blessings undeserved Have marked my erring track ;
That, wheresoe'er my feet have swerved, His chastening turned me back ;
3 That more and more a Providence Of love is understood,
Making the springs of time and sense Sweet with eternal good ;
4 That death seems but a covered way Which opens into light,
Wherein no blinded child can stray Beyond the Father's sight.
J. G. Whittier.
MERTON, C. M.
316
Blest is the man whose softening heart
Feels all another's pain, To whom the supplicating eye
Was never raised in vain ;
2 Whose breast expands with generous warmth. A stranger's woes to feel ;
And bleeds in pity o'er the wound He wants the power to heal.
3 He spreads his kind supporting arms To every child of grief;
His sacred bounty largely flows, And brings unasked relief.
4 To gentle offices of love His feet are never slow;
He views, through mercy's melting eye. A brother in a foe.
5 Peace from the bosom of his God The Saviour's grace shall give;
And when he kneels before the throne, His trembling soul shall live.
Mrs. A. L. Barbauld.
317
Father, I know thy wrays are just, Although to me unknown ;
O grant me grace thy love to trust, And cry, "Thy will be done ! "
2 If thou shouldst hedge with thorns my path, Should wealth and friends be gone,
Still, with a firm and lively faith, I'll cry, " Thy will be done! "
3 Although thy steps I can not trace, Thy sovereign right I '11 own ;
And, as instructed bv thy grace, I'll cry, " Thy will be done ! "
Percy Chapel Coll. Jas. P. Jewson.
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There is a name I love to hear,
I love to speak its worth ; It sounds like music in mine ear-
The sweetest name on earth.
2 It tells me of a Saviour's love, Who died to set me free ;
It tells me of his precious blood, The sinner's perfect plea.
3 Jesus! the name I love so well, The name I love to hear !
No saint on earth its worth can tell, No heart conceive how dear.
4 This name shall shed its fragrance still Along this thorny road ;
Shall sweetly smooth the rugged hill That leads me up to God.
Frederick Whitfield.
319
How sweet to be allowed to pray
To God, the Holy One, With filial love and trust to say,
O God, thy will be done !
J We in these sacred words can find
A cure for every ill ; They calm and soothe the troubled mind,
And bid all care be still.
5 O could my heart thus ever pray, Thus imitate thy Son !
Teach me, C) God, with truth to say, Thy will, not mine, be done.
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Think gently of the erring one :
O let us not forget, However darkly stained by sin,
He is our brother yet ;
2 Heir of the same inheritance, Child of the self-same God,
He hath but stumbled in the path We have in weakness trod.
3 Speak gently to the erring ones : We yet may lead them back,
With holy words and tones of love From misery's thorny track.
4 Forget not, brother, thou hast sinned And sinful yet may be ;
Deal gently with the erring heart, As God hath dealt with thee.
Miss E. Fletchep
321
Make channels for the streams of love Where they may broadly run ;
And love has* overflowing streams, To fill them every one.
2 But if at any time we cease Such channels to provide,
The very founts of love for us Will soon be parched and dried.
3 For we must share, if we would keep That blessing from above:
Ceasing to give, we cease to have: Such is the law of love.
French.
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Father, whate'er of earthly bliss Thy sovereign will denies,
Accepted at thy throne of grace, Let this petition rise :
2 Give me a calm, a thankful heart, From every murmur free ;
The blessings of thy grace impart, And make me live to thee ;
3 Let the sweet hope that thou art mine My life and death attend ;
Thy presence through my journey shine, And crown my journey's end.
323
Jesus, I love thy charming name ;
'Tis music to my ear ; Fain would I sound it out so loud
That all the earth might hear.
2 Yes, thou art precious to my soul, My transport and .my trust ;
Jewels to thee are gaudy toys, And gold is sordid dust.
3 All that my ardent soul can wish, In thee doth richly meet;
Nor to my eyes is light so dear, Nor friendship half so sweet.
4 Thy grace shall dwell upon my heart, And shed its fragrance there —
The noblest balm of all its wounds, The cordial of its care.
Philip Doddridge.
324
Lord, in whose might the Saviour trod The dark and stormy wave,
And trusted in his Father's arm, Omnipotent to save,
2 When thickly round our footsteps rise The floods and storms of life,
Grant us thy Spirit, Lord, to still The dark and fearful strife.
3 Strong in our trust, on thee reposed, The ocean path we'll dare,
Though waves around us rage and foam, Since thou art present there.
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I To crown his head, or grace his name, No gift too rare, she thought.
2 So let the Saviour be adored, And not the poor despised ;
Give to the hungry from your hoard, But all, give all to Christ.
3 Go, clothe the naked, lead the blind, Give to the weary rest ;
For sorrow's children comfort find, And help for all distressed.
4 But give to Christ alone thy heart, Thy faith, thy love supreme ;
Then for his sake thine alms impart, And so give all to him.
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Amazing grace— how sweet the sound ! That saved a wretch like me !
1 once was lost, but now am found ; Was blind, but now I see.
2 Through many dangers, toils, and snares I have already come ;
'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home.
3 The Lord has promised good to me, His word my hope secures ;
He will my shield and portion be As long as life endures.
4 Yes, when this heart and flesh shall fail, And mortal life shall cease,
1 shall possess, within the vail, A life of joy and peace.
John Newton.
327
Happy the home, when God is there, And love fills every breast;
Where one their wish, and one their prayer, And one their heavenly rest.
2 Happy the home, where Jesus' name Is sweet to every ear;
Where children early lisp his fame, And parents hold him dear.
3 Happy the home where prayer is heard, And praise is wont to rise ;
Where parents love the sacred word, And live but for the skies.
4 Lord, let us in our homes agree This blessed peace to gain ;
Unite our hearts in love to thee, And love to all will reign.
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When blooming youth is snatched away By death's resistless hand,
Our hearts the mournful tribute pay Which pity must demand.
2 While pity prompts the rising sigh, O may this truth, impressed
With awful power, "I, too, must die," Sink deep in every breast.
3 Let this vain world engage no more ; Behold the opening tomb :
It bids us seize the present hour ; To-morrow death may come.
4 O let us fly, to Jesus fly, Whose powerful arm can save ;
Then shall our hopes ascend on high. And triumph o'er the grave.
_. _ Anne Steele.
329
Vouchsafe, O Lord, thy presence now;
Direct us in thy fear; Before thy throne we numbly bow,
And offer fervent prayer.
2 Give us the men whom thou shalt choose Thy house on -earth to guide ;
Those who shall ne'er their power abuse, Or rule with haughty pride.
3 Inspired with wisdom from above, And with discretion blest,
Displaying meekness, temperance, love, Of every grace possessed—
4 These are the men we seek of thee, O God of righteousness !
Such may thy servants ever be; With such thy people bless.
G. B. Ipb.
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There is an hour of peaceful rest
To mourning wanderers given ;
There is a tear for souls distressed,
A balm for every wounded breast ;
'Tis found above — in heaven.
2 There is a home for weary souls,
By sins and sorrows driven, When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise and ocean rolls, And all is drear — but heaven.
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It views the tempest passing by, Sees evening shadows quickly fly, And all serene in heaven.
4 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom, And joys supreme are given ;
There rays divine disperse the gloom ; Beyond the dark and narrow tomb Appears the dawn of heaven.
W. B. Tapfan. A. D. Fillmore.
Jernsa-lem, my happy home, 0 how I long for thee ! "When will my sorrows have an end?
Thy joys, when shall I see? We're going home, we're going home, We're going home, to live forever.
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Jerusalem, my happy home,
O how I long for thee ! When will my sorrows have an end?
Thy joys, when shall I see?— Cho.
2 Thy walls are all of precious stones,
Mcst glorious to behold; Thy gates are richly set with pearl,
Thy streets are paved with gold.— Cho.
Such sparkling gems by human sight Have never yet been seen. — Cho.
■4 If heaven be thus glorious, Lord, Why should I stay from thence?
What folly 'tis that I should dread To die and go from hence! — Cho.
5 Reach down, reach down thine arms of grace. And cause me to ascend 3 Thy gardens and thy pleasant greens Where congregations ne'er break up, My study long have been — I And praises never end.— Cho.
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There is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures bamsh pain. There everlasting spring abides,
And never- withering flowers ; Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.
2 Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood Stand dressed in living green ;
So to the Jews old Canaan stood, While Jordan rolled between.
But timorous mortals start and shrink To cross this narrow sea,
And linger, shivering, on the brink, And fear to launch away.
3 O could we make our doubts remove, Those gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love,
With un beclouded eyes — Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o'er, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore.
_ _ „ ^ Isaac Watts.
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Hail, sweetest, dearest tie, that binds
Our glowing hearts in one ! Hail, sacred hope, that tunes our minds,
To harmony divine ! Ref.— It is the hope, the blissful hope,
Which Jesus' grace has given ; The hope, when days and years are past,
We alJ shall meet in heaven.
2 What though the northern wintry blast Shall howl around our cot !
What though beneath an eastern sun
Be cast our distant lot ! Ref. — Yet still we share the blissful hope, etc
3 From eastern shores, from northern lands, From western hill and plain ;
From southern climes, the brother-bands
May hope to meet again. Ref. — It is the hope, the blissful hope, etc.
4 No lingering look, nor parting sigh, Our future meeting knows ;
There friendship beams from every eye^
And love immortal glows. Ref.— O sacred hope! O blissful hope! etc
Sutton.
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O God, unchanging fount of good,
Thy mercy faileth not ; And yet, by man's unthankful mood,
Thy mercy is forgot. Thy bounty as unceasing falls,
As falls the plenteous light ; And every blessing on us calls,
Thy goodness to requite.
2 If mercy, too, conies as the rain,
'Mid clouds of seeming wrath, Yet still the ministry of pain
A kindly mission hath. Yea, whatsoe'er thy dealings here,
They are in mercy given ; To fit us for a nobler sphere
Of life, with thee, in heaven.
C W. Peabson
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BRATTLE STREET. C. M. D.
I. Pleyel.
"While thee I seek, protecting Power, Be my vain wishes stilled; And may this consecrated hour
D, S. Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed ;
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While thee I seek, protecting Power, Be my vain wishes stilled ;
And may this consecrated hour With better hopes be filled.
1 hy love the power of thought bestowed : To thee my thoughts would soar ;
Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed : That mercy I adore.
2 In each event of life, how clear Thy ruling hand I see —
Each blessing to my soul more dear, Because conferred by thee !
In every joy that crowns my days, In every pain I bear,
My heart shall find delight in praise, Or seek relief in prayer.
3 When gladness wings my favored hour, Thy love my thoughts shall fill ;
Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower, My soul shall meet thy will.
My lifted eye, without a tear,
The gathering storm shall see ; \My steadfast heart shall know no fear; That heart shall rest on thee.
onn Miss H. M. Williams.
Almighty God ! thy word is cast,
Like seed into the ground ; Now let the dew of heaven descend,
And righteous fruits abound. Let not the foe of Christ and man
This holy seed remove ; But give it root in every heart,
To bring forth fruits of love.
J. C a wood
337
Fallen, on Zion's battle-field,
A soldier of renown, Armed in the panoply of God,
In conflict cloven down ! His helmet on, his armor bright,
His cheek unblanched with fear, While round his head there gleamed a light,
His dying hour to cheer.
2 Fallen, while cheering with his voict The sacramental host !
With banners floating on the air, Death found him at his post.
In life's high prime the warfare closed, But not ingloriously,
He fell beyond the outer wall, And shouted vic-to-ry !
3 Fallen, a holy man of God, An Israelite indeed,
A standard-bearer of the cross, Mighty in word and deed ;
A master spirit of the age, A bright and burning light,
Whose beams across the firmament Scattered the clouds of night !
4 Fallen, as sets the sun at eve,
To rise in splendor where His kindred luminaries shine,
Their heaven of bliss to share! Beyond the stormy battle-field
He reigns in triumph nowr, Sweeping a harp of wondrous song,
With glory on his brow.
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Who have obtained the prize, And, on the eagle wings ol* love,
To joys celestial rise. Let saints below in concert sing
With those to glory gone ; For all the servants of our King
In heaven and earth are one :
2 One family— we dwell in him ; One church — above, beneath—
Though now divided by the stream, The narrow stream of death ;
One army of the living God, To his command we bow —
Part of the host have crossed the flood, And part are crossing now.
3 E'en now to their eternal home Some happy spirits fly ;
And we are to the margin com<$
Expecting soon to die. Dear Saviour, be our constant guide ;
Then, when the word is given, Bid Jordan's narrow stream divide,
And land us safe in heaven.
Charles Weslby.
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Jerusalem, my glorious home,
Name ever dear to me ! When shall my labors have an end,
In joy and peace and thee? When shall these eyes thy heaven-built wall
And pearly gates behold ; Thy bulwarks with salvation strong,
And streets of shining gold?
2 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, Nor sin nor sorrow know :
Blest seats, thro' rude and stormy scenes
I onward press to you. Why should I shrink at pain and woe,
Or feel, at death, dismay ? I've Canaan's goodly land in view,
And realms of endless day.
3 Apostles, martyrs, prophets there, Around my Saviour stand;
And soon my friends in Christ below Will join the glorious band.
Jerusalem, my glorious home! My soul still pants for thee;
Then shall my labors have an end, When I thy joys shall see.
Unknown.
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MERIBAH. C. P. M.
Lowell Mason.
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When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come, To take thy ransomed people home,
Shall I among them stand? Shall such a worthless worm as I, Who sometimes am afraid to die,
Be found at thy right hand ?
2 I love to meet thy people now, Before thy feet with them to bow,
Though vilest of them all ; But — can I bear the piercing thought? — What if my name should be left out
When thou for them shalt call?
3 O Lord, prevent it by thy grace ; Be thou my only hiding-pface
In this, th' accepted day ; Thy pardoning voice, O let me hear, To still my unbelieving fear ;
Xor let me fall, I pray.
4 And when the final trump shall sound, Among thy saints let me be found,
To bow before thy face ; Then in triumphant strains I'll sing,
While heaven's resounding mansions ring With praise of sovereign grace.
Countess of Huntingdon.
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2 Salvation is the noblest song; O may it dwell on every tongue,
And all repeat, Amen ! The Lord will come from heaven to earth, To give his people second birth,
And make them one again.
3 By faith we view him coming down, With angels hovering all around ;
He smiles upon his saints ; He cries aloud in melting strains, "I come to save you from your pains,
And end your sore complaints."
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Lord thou hast won— at length I yield ; My heart, by mighty grace compelled
Surrenders all to thee : Against thy terrors long I strove, But who can stand against thy love? —
Love conquers even me.
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For thou hast set me free ; Released from Satan's hard command, See all my powers in waiting stand,
To be employed by thee.
John Newton,
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And vailed in midnight gloom ! O weep no more the Saviour slain ; The Lord is risen, he lives again. 2 Ye mourning saints, dry every tear
For your departed Lord ; " Behold the place — he is not here;"
The tomb is all unbarred : The gates of death were clesed in vain ; The Lord is risen, he lives again.
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Your unbelieving fears ; O weep no more your comforts slain ; The Lord is risen, he lives again.
4 And when the shades of evening fall, When life's last hour draws nigh,
If Jesus shine upon the soul, How blissful then to die !
Since he has risen who once was slain,
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CAMBRIDGE. C. M.
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Address the Lord on high ; Descend and clothe the ground ;
Over the heavens he spreads his cloud, The liquid streams forbear to flow,
And waters vail the skv. In icy fetters bound.
2 He sends his showers of blessings down.
To cheer the plains below ; He makes the grass the mountains crown,
And corn in valleys grow.
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He calls the warmer gales to blow, And bids the spring return.
3 His steady counsels change the face 6 The changing wind, the flying cloud,
Of the declining year; Obey his mighty word ;
He bids the sun cut short his race, With songs and honors sounding loud,
And wintry days appear. Praise ye the sovereign Lord.
Isaac Watts.
345
Lo ! what a glorious sight appears
To our believing eyes ! The earth and seas are passed away,
And the old rolling skies.
2 From the third heaven, where God resides, That holy, happy place,
The New Jerusalem comes down, Adorned with shining grace.
3 Attending angels shout for joy, And the bright armies sing :
" Mortals ! behold the sacred seat Of your descending King.
4 "The God of glory down to men Removes his blest abode —
Men, the dear objects of his grace, And he, the loving God.
5 "His own soft hand shall wipe the teair From every weeping eye;
And pains and groans, and griefs and fears,
6 How long, dear Saviour, O how long Shall this bright hour delay?
Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time. And bring the welcome day !
Isaac Watts.
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To hear the people cry, "Come, let us seek our God to-day!"
Yes, with a cheerful zeal,
We haste to Zion's hill, And there our vows and honors pay.
2 Zion, thrice happy place, Adorned with wondrous grace,
And walls of strength embrace thee round ; In thee our tribes appear, To pray, and praise, and hear
The sacred gospel's joyful sound.
3 May peace attend thy gate, And joy within thee wait,
To bless the soul of every guest ; The man who seeks thy peace, And wishes thine increase —
A thousand blessings on him rest !
Isaac Watts.
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'Tis heaven begun below To hear Christ's praises flow
In Zion, where his name is known. What will it be above To sing redeeming love,
And cast our crowns before his throne i
2 O what sweet company We then shall hear and see !
What harmony will there abound, When souls unnumbered sing The praise of Zion's King,
Nor one dissenting voice be found !
3 Till that blest period come, Zion shall be our home;
And may we never thence remove, Till from the Church below To that on high we go,
And there commune in perfect love.
Joseph Swain.
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Beyond the starry skies,
Far as^h' eternal hills, There, in the boundless world of light,
Our great Redeemer dwells. Around him angels fair
In countless armies shine ; And ever, in exalted lays,
They offer songs divine.
2 " Hail, Prince of life ! » they cry, " Whose unexampled love
Moved thee to quit these glorious realms
And royalties above.' ' And when he stooped to earth,
And suffered rude disdain, They cast their honors at his feet,
And waited in his train.
3 They saw him on the cross, While darkness vailed the skies,
And when he burst the gates of death, They saw the Conqueror rise.
They thronged his chariot wheels, And bore him to his throne;
Then swept their golden harps and sung, "The glorious work is done."
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Grown him with many crowns,
The Lamb upon his throne ; Hark ! how the heavenly anthem drowns
All music but its own ! Awake, my soul, and sing
Of him who died for thee ; And hail him as thy matchless King
Through all eternity.
2 Crown him the Lord of love ; Behold his hands and side —
Those wounds, yet visible above,
In beauty glorified ! No angel in the sky
Can fully bear that sight, But downward bends his wondering eye
At mysteries so bright.
3 Crown him the Lord of heaven, One with the Father known, —
And the blest Spirit through him given From yonder glorious throne !
All hail, Redeemer, hail ! For thou hast died for me ;
Thy praise and glory shall not fail Throughout eternity.
M. Bridges.
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Welcome, sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise; Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes !
2 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints to-day ;
Here may we sit and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray.
3 One day, amid the place * Where my -dear Lord hath been,
Is sweeter than ten thousand days Within the tents of sin.
4 My willing soul would stay In such a frame as this,
And sit and sing herself away To everlasting bliss.
Isaac Watts.
351
Let party names no more The Christian world o'erspread ;
Gentile and Jew, and bond and free, Are one in Christ, their Head.
2 Among the saints on earth Let mutual love be found ;
Heirs of the same inheritance, With mutual blessings crowned.
3 Thus will the Church below Resemble that above,
Where streams of pleasure ever flow, And evpry heart is love.
Urn; Heddomk.
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Come, we who love the Lord, And let our joys be known ;
Join in a song of sweet accord, And thus surround the throne.
2 Let those refuse to sing Who never knew our God ;
But children of the heavenly King May speak their joys abroad.
3 The men of grace have found Glory begun below;
Celestial fruits on earthly ground From faith and hope may grow.
4 The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets. Before we reach the heavenly fieldi, Or walk the golden streets.
5 Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry ;
We're marching through Immanuel's ground To fairer worlds on high.
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To bless thy chosen race,
In mercy, Lord, incline ; And cause the brightness of thy face
On all thy saints to shine,
2 That so thy wondrous way May through the world be known,
While distant lands their homage pay. And thy salvation own.
Tath and Brady.
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THATCHER. S. M.
Handel.
354
How honored is the place Where we adoring stand —
Zion, the glory of the earth, And beauty of the land!
2 Bulwarks of grace defend The city where we dwell ;
While walls, of strong salvation made, Defy th' assaults of hell.
3 Lift up th' eternal gates. The doors wide open fling ;
Enter, ye nations, that obey The statutes of our King.
4 Here taste unmingled joys, And live in perfect peace,
You that have known Jehovah's name, And ventured on his grace.
_ _ _ Isaac Watts.
355
Behold, what wondrous grace The Father hath bestowed
On sinners of a mortal race, To call them sons of God !
2 Nor doth it yet appear
How great we must be made ; But when we see our Saviour here, We shall be like our Head.
3 If in my Father's love I share a filial part,
His Holy Spirit, like a dove, Will rest within my heart!
4 We would no longer lie Like slaves beneath the throne ;
Our faith shall Abba, Father! cry, And thou the kindred own.
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My spirit on thy care,
Blest Saviour, I recline; Thou wilt not leave me to despair,
For thou art love divine.
2 In thee I place my trust ; On thee I calmly Vest ;
1 know thee good, I know thee just, And count thy choice the best.
3 Whate'er events betide, Thy will they all perform ;
Safe in thy breast my head I hide, Nor fear the coming storm.
4 Let good or ill befall, It must be good for me—
Secure of having thee in all,
Of having all in thee. 357 H.F.Lvte.
Forever here my rest, Close to thy bleeding side;
This all my hope, and all my plea - For me the Saviour died.
2 My Saviour and my God, Fountain for guilt and sin,
Sprinkle me ever with thy blood, And cleanse and keep me clean.
Charles Wesley
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Samuel Stanley.
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Tins is the glorious day That our Redeemer made ;
Let us rejoice, and sing, and pray, Let all' the Church be glad
2 The work, O Lord, is thine, And wondrous in our eyes ;
This day declares it all divine, This day did Jesus rise.
3 Hosanna to the King, Of David's royal blood !
Bless him, you saints; he comes to bring Salvation from j^our God.
4 We bless thy Holy Word, Which all this grace displays,
And offer on thine altar, Lord, Our sacrifice of praise.
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Soldiers of Christ, arise,
And put your armor on; Strong in the strength which God supplie
Through his beloved Son.
2 Strong in the Lord of hosts, And in his mighty power;
Who in the strength of Jesus trusts Is more than con-quer-or.
3 Stand, then, in his great might, With all his strength endued;
But take, to arm you for the fight, The panoply of God.
Isaac Watts.
4 Leave no unguarded place, No weakness of the soul,
Take every virtue, every grace, And fortify the whole ;
5 That, having all things done, And all your conflicts past,
You may o'ercome, through Christ alone, And stand entire at last.
Charles Wesley.
360
Our heavenly Father calls, And Christ invites us near ;
With both our friendship shall be sweet, And our communion dear.
2 God pities all our griefs; He pardons every day,
Almighty to protect our souls. And wise to guide our way.
3 How large his bounties are ! What various stores of good,
Diffused from our Redeemer's hand, And purchased with his blood !
4 Jesus, our living Head, We bless thy faithful care;
Our Advocate before the throne, And our Forerunner there.
5 Here fix, my roving heart, Here wait, my warmest love,
Till the communion be complete, In nobler scenes above.
Philip Doddridge
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How charming is the place Where my Redeemer, God,
Un vails the beauties of his face, And sheds his love abroad !
2 Not the fair palaces To which the great resort
Are once to be compared with this, Where Jesus holds his court.
3 Here, on the mercy-seat, With radiant glory crowned,
Our joyful eyes behold him sit, And smile on all around.
4 To him their prayers and cries Each humble soul presents ;
He listens to their broken sighs, And grants them all their wants.
5 Give me, O Lord, a place Within thy blest abode,
Among the children of thy grace, The servants of my God.
Samuel Stennett.
362
Had I the gift of tongues, Great God, without thy grace,
My loudest words, my loftiest songs, Would be but sounding brass.
2 Though thou shouldst give me skill
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4 Grant, then, this one request, Whatever be denied —
That love divine may rule my breast, And all my actions guide.
Samuel Stennett.
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We give thee but thine own, Whate'er the gift may be :
All that we have is thine alone, A trust, O Lord, from thee.
2 May we thy bounties thus As stewards true receive,
And gladly, as thou blessest us, To thee our first-fruits give.
3 To comfort and to bless, To find a balm for woe,
To tend the lone and fatherless, Is angels' work below.
4 The captive to release, To God the lost to bring,
To teach the way of life and peace- It is a Christ-like thing.
5 And we believe thy word, Though dim our faith may be,
Whate'er for thine we do, O Lord, We do it unto thee.
W. W. How.
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LENNIS. S. M.
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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 Here we must often part, In sorrow and in pain ;
But we shall still be joined 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.
John Fawcktt.
Let men their songs employ,
Angels their music raise, And earth and heaven unite their joy
To sound our Father's praise.
C. Q. Wright.
366
How gentle God's commands !
How kind his precepts are ! Come, cast your burdens on the Lord,
And trust his constant care.
2 Beneath his watchful eye His saints securely dwell ;
That hand which bears creation up, Shall guard his children well.
3 Why should this anxious load Press down your weary mind ?
O seek your heavenly Father's throne, And peace and comfort find.
4 His goodness stands approved, Unchanged from day to day;
I'll drop my burden at his feet, And bear a song away.
Philip Doddridge.
367
To God the only wise, Who keeps us by his word,
Be glory now and evermore, Through Jesus Christ, our Lord.
2 Hosanna to the Word, Who from the Father came !
Ascribe salvation to the Lord, And ever bless his name.
3 The grace of Christ our Lord, The Father's boundless love,
The Spirit's blest communion, too, Be with us from above.
Isaac Watts,
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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 can not yield to fear ;
Though I should walk through death's dark shade, My Shepherd's with me there.
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369
In every trying hour My soul to Jesus flies ;
1 trust in his almighty power, When swelling billows rise.
2 His comforts bear me up ; I trust a faithful God ;
The sure foundation of my hope Is in my Saviour's blood.
3 Loud hallelujahs sing To our Redeemer's name ;
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Thou source of life and light, When in thy word we read
The wondrous love to mortals given, To save us in our need,
2 Our hearts to thee we turn, In gratitude and love,
That when no other power could save, Thy Son came from above.
3 O gracious gift of God— His love to manifest
To sinful man, that he may turn And be forever blest !
4 Our Father and our God, Accept our grateful praise ;
Help us, that we may always live And walk in wisdom's ways.
J. C. Tullv.
371
In all my ways, O God, I would acknowledge thee;
And seek to keep my heart and house From all pollution free.'
2 Where'er I have a tent, An altar will I raise ;
And thither my oblations bring Of humble prayer and praise.
3 Could I my wish obtain, My household, Lord, should be
Devoted to thyself alone, A nursery for thee.
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Not all the blood of beasts,
On Jewish altars slain, Could give the guilty conscience peace,
Or wash away its stain.
2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb, Bears 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, like a penitent, I stand, And there confess my sin.
4 Believing, we rejoice To see the curse remove;
We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice, And sing his dying love.
Isaac Watts.
373
Hungry, and faint, and poor,
Behold us, Lord, again Assembled at thy mercy's door,
Thy bounty to obtain.
2 Thy word invites us nigh, Or we would starve indeed ;
'For we no money have to buy, Nor righteousness to plead.
3 The food our spirits want, Thy hand alone can give;
O hear the prayer of faith, and grant That we may eat and live !
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Did Christ o'er sinners weep, And shall our cheeks be dry ?
Let tears of penitential grief Flow forth from every eye.
2 The Son of God in tears The wondering angels see ;
Be thou astonished, O my soul: He shed those tears for thee.
3 He wept that we might weep — Each sin demands a tear ;
In heaven alone no sin is found, And there's no weeping there.
Benj. Beddomb-
375
And can I yet delay
My little all to give; To tear my soul from earth away,
My Saviour to receive ?
2 Nay, but I yield, I yield; I can hold out no more ;
I sink, by dying love compelled, And own thee Con-quer-or.
3 Though late, I all forsake ;
My friends, my all, resign ; Gracious Redeemer, take, O take, And seal me ever thine !
4 Come, and possess me whole, Nor hence again remove ;
Settle and fix my wavering soul With all thy weight of love.
Charles Weslev.
124
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376
1 bless the Christ of God, I rest on love divine,
And with unfaltering lip and heart, I call this Saviour mine.
2 His cross dispels each doubt ; I bury in his tomb
Each thought of unbelief and fear, Each lingering shade of gloom.
3 I praise the God of peace ;
I trust his truth and might ; He calls me his, I call him mine My God, my joy, my light.
4 'Tis he who saveth me, And freely pardon gives :
I love because he loveth me ; I live because he lives.
377
Ye servants of the Lord,
Each in his office wait ; With joy obey his heavenly word,
And watch before his gate.
2 Let all your lamps be bright, And trim the golden flame ;
Gird up your loins, as in the might Of his most holy name.
3 Watch ! 'Tis the Lord's command, And while we speak he's near ;
Mark the first signal of his hand, And ready all appear.
4 O happy servant he,
In such a posture found ! He shall his Lord with rapture see, And be with honor crowned.
Philip Doddridge.
378
See how the rising sun
Pursues his shining way, And wide proclaims his Maker's praise
With every brightening ray.
2 Thus would my rising sou] Its heavenly parent sing ;
And to its great Original A humble tribute bring.
3 O may I grateful use The blessings I receive,
And ne'er in thought, or word, or deed, His Holy Spirit grieve.
.. Elizabeth Scott.
379
Jesus invites his saints To meet around his l>oard ;
Here pardoned rebels sit, and hold Communion with thel/Lord.
2 This holy bread and wine Maintain our fainting breath,
By union with our living Lord, And interest in his death.
3 Let all our powers be joined His glorious name to raise;
Let holy love fill every mind, And every voice be praise.
Isaac Watts.
380
Ye messengers of Christ, His sovereign voice obey ;
Arise and follow where he leads, And peace attend your way.
2 The Master whom you serve Will needful strength bestow :
Depending on his promised aid, With sacred courage go.
3 Mountains shall sink to plains, And hell in vain oppose ;
The cause is God's, and will prevail, In spite of all his foes.
4 Go, spread a Saviour's fame, And tell his matchless grace
To the most guilty and depraved Of Adam's fallen race.
Mrs. Voke.
381
Lord, at this closing hour,
Establish every heart Upon thy word of truth and power,
To keep us when we part.
2 Peace to our brethren give ; Fill all our hearts with love ;
In faith and patience may we live, And seek our rest above.
3 Through changes, bright or drear, We would thy will pursue;
And toil to spread thy kingdom here, Till we its glory view.
4 To God, the only wise, In even- age adored,
Let glory from the Church arise, Through Jesus Christ our Lord !
E. T. Fitch.
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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 fulfill,
O 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 forever die.
Charles Wesley.
383
Saviour, \hy law we love,
Thy pure example bless, And with a firm, unwavering zeal,
Would in thy footsteps press.
2 Not to the fiery pains
By which the martyrs bled ; Not to the scourge, the thorn, the cross, Our favored feet are led ;
3 But at this peaceful tide, Assembled in thy fear,
The homage of obedient hearts We humbly offer here.
Unknown.
384
My soul, be on thy guard : Ten thousand foes arise ;
The hosts of sin are pressing hard To draw thee from the skies.
2 O watch, and fight, and pray ; The battle ne'er give o'er ;
Renew it boldly every day, And help divine implore.
3 Ne'er think the victory won, Nor lay thine armor down ;
Thy arduous work will not be done Till thou obtain thy crown.
4 Fight on, my soul, till death Shall bring thee to thy God ;
He'll take thee, at thy parting breath, To his divine abode.
Geo. Heath.
385
Now is th' accepted time, Now is the day of grace ;
Now, sinners, come, without delay, And seek the Saviour's face.
2 Now is th' accepted time, The Saviour calls to-day ;
To-morrow it may be too late ; Then why should you delay?
3 Now is th' accepted time, The gospel bids you come ;
And every promise in his word Declares there yet is room.
J. DOBBLL.
126
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386
In expectation sweet
We wait, and sing, and pray, Till Christ's triumphal car we meet,
And see an encuess uuy.
2 He conies ! the Conqueror comes ! Death falls beneath his sword ;
The joyful prisoners burst their tombs, And' rise to meet their Lord.
3 The trumpet sounds — Awake ! Ye dead, to judgment come !
The pillars of creation shake, While hell receives her doom.
4 Thrice happy morn for those Who love the ways of peace ;
No night of sorrow e'er shall close Upon its perfect bliss.
Jos. Swain.
387
Teach me, my God and King,
Thy will in all to see ; And what I do in any thing,
To do it as for thee ;
2 To scorn the senses' sway, While still to thee I tend- In all I do, be thou the way ;
In all, be thou the end.
3 All may of thee partake ; Nothing so small can be
But draws, when acted for thy sake, Greatness and worth from thee.
4 If done beneath thy laws, E'en servile labors shine;
Hallowed is toil, if this the cause ; The meanest work, divine.
Herbert.
388
Sow in the morn thy seed ;
At eve hold not thy hand ; To doubt and fear give thou no heed,
Broadcast it o'er the land.
2 And duly shall appear, In verdure, beauty, strength,
The tender blade, the stalk, the ear, And the full corn at length.
3 Thou canst not toil in vain ;
Cold, heat, and moist, and dry, Shall foster and mature the grain
For garners in the sky.
4 Then, when the glorious end, The day of God, shall c<,iue,
The angel reapers shall descend, And heaven shout, "Harvest home ! '
James Montgomery
389
A parting hymn we sing Around thy table, Lord;
Again our grateful tribute bring, Our solemn vows record.
2 Here have we seen thy face, And felt thy presence here ;
So may the savor of thy grace In word and life appear.
3 The purchase of thy blood — By sin no longer led —
The path our dear Redeemer trod\ May we, rejoicing, tread.
4 In self-forgetting love,
Be Christian union shown, Until we join the Church above, And know as we are known.
A. R. Wolfe.
390
Servant of God, well done!
Rest from thy loved employ; The battle fought, the victory won,
Enter thy Master's joy.
2 The voice at midnight came ; He started up to hear :
A mortal arrow pierced his frame ; He fell, but felt no fear.
3 Tranquil amid alarms,
It found him on the field, A veteran slumbering on his arms, Beneath his red-cross shield.
4 At midnight came the cry, "To meet thy God, prepare ! "
He woke, and caught his Captain's eye Then, strong in faith and prayer,
5 His spirit, with a bound, Left its encumbering clay ;
His tent, at sunrise, on the ground A darkened ruin lav.
6 The pains of death are past ;
Labor and sorrow cea^e, And, life's long warfare closed at last,
His soul is found in peace.
James Montgomery
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To-morrow, Lord, is thine, Lodged in thy sovereign hand ;
And if its sun arise and shine, It shines by thy command.
2 The present moment flies, And bears our life away ;
O make thy servants truly wise, That they may live to-day. •
3 One thing demands our care ; O be it still pursued !
Lest, slighted once, the season fair Should never be renewed.
4 To Jesus may we fly, Swift as the morning light,
Lest life's young, golden beams should di. In sudden, endless night.
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Lord, in this sacred hour, Within thy courts we bend,
And bless thy love, and own thy power, Our Father and our Friend.
2 But thou art not alone
In courts by mortals trod ; Nor only is the day thine own When man draws near to God.
3 Thy temple is the arch Of yon unmeasured sky ;
Thy Sabbath the stupendous march Of grand eternity.
4 Lord, may that holier day Dawn on thy servants' sight ;
And purer worship may we pay In heaven's unclouded light.
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395
" My times are in thy hand :" My God, I wish them there ;
My life, my soul, my all, I leave Entirely to thy care.
2 " My times are in thy hand," Whatever they may be,
Pleasing or painful, dark or bright, As best may seem to thee.
3 " My times are in thy hand"— Why should I doubt or fear ?
My Father's hand will never cause His child a needless tear.
4 " My times are in thy hand :" I'll always trust in thee,
Till I possess the promised land, And all thy glory see.
~ ~ ^ W. F. Lloyd.
396
Give to the Lord thine heart ;
In him all pleasures meet; O come and choose the better part,
Low at the Saviour's feet. 2 Hear, and your soul shall live ;
His peace shall be your stay- Peace which the world can never give,
Can never take away.
Unknown.
393
And is there, Lord, a rest
For weary souls designed, Where not a care shall stir the breast,
Or sorrow entrance find ?
2 Is there a blissful home,
Where kindred minds shall meet, And live, and love, nor ever roam
From that serene retreat ?
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Whose joyful feet shall stand, While endless ages waste away,
Amid that glorious land !
4 My soul would thither tend While toilsome years are given ;
Then let me, gracious Lord, ascend, To sweet repose in heaven.
Ray Palmer.
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Is our chastising God ! And O how rich the blessings are
Which blossom from his rod !
2 He lifts it up on high, With pity in his heart,
That every stroke his children feel May grace and peace impart.
3 Instructed thus, they bow And own his sovereign sway ;
They turn their erring footsteps back To his forsaken way.
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In thy blest love I rest.
2 Jesus, I die in thee, Whenever death shall come ;
To die in thee is life to me, In my eternal home.
3 Whether to live or die,
I know not which is best ; To live in thee is bliss to me, To die is endless rest.
4 Living or dying, Lord, I ask but to be thine ;
My life in thee, thy life in me, Makes heaven forever mine.
Henry Harbaugh.
398
Blest Comforter Divine, Whose rays of heavenly love
Amid our gloom and darkness shine, And point our souls above;
2 Thou, whose inspiring breath Can make the cloud of care,
And e'en the gloomy vale of death, A smile of glory wear;
8 Thou, who dost fill the heart With love to all our race —
Blest Comforter, to us impart The blessings of thy grace.
Mrs L. H. Sigourney.
399
How tender is thy hand, O thou most gracious Lord !
Afflictions come at thy command, And leave us at thy word.
2 How gentle was the rod That chastened us for sin !
How soon we found a smiling God Where deep distress had been !
3 A Father's hand we felt,
A Father's heart we knew : 'Mid tears of penitence we knelt, And found his word was true.
4 Now we will bless the Lord, And in his strength confide;
Forever be his name adored, For there is none beside.
Thos. Hastings.
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The hours forever fled, And time is bearing me away,
To mingle with the dead.
2 My mind in perfect peace My Father's care shall keep ;
I yield to gentle slumber now, For thou canst never sleep.
3 How blessed, Lord, are they, On thee securely stayed !
Nor shall they be in life alarmed; Nor be in death dismayed.
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A sweetly solemn thought Comes to me o'er and o'er :
To-day I'm nearer to my home Than e'er I've been before ;
2 Nearer my Father's house, Where many mansions be ;
And nearer to the great white throne, Nearer the crystal sea ;
3 Nearer the bound of life, Where falls my burden down ;
Nearer to where I leave my cross, And where I gain my crown.
4 Saviour, confirm my trust, Complete my faith in thee;
And let me feel as if I stood Close on eternity —
5 Feel as if now my feet Were slipping o'er the brink ;
For I may now be nearer home, Much nearer than I think.
. _ ,_ Phcebe Cary.
402
O where shall rest be found—
Rest for the weary soul ? 'Twere vain the ocean depths to sound,
Or pierce to either pole.
2 The world can never give The bliss for which we sigh :
-Tis not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die.
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Unmeasured by the flight of years ; And all that life is love.
4 There is a death, whose pang Outlasts the fleeting breath ;
O what eternal horrors hang Around the second death !
5 Lord God of truth and grace, Teach us that death to shun,
Lest we be banished from thy face, And evermore undone.
J. Montgomery.
403
Lord of our highest love, Let now thy peace be given ;
Fix all our thoughts on things above, Our hearts on thee in heaven.
2 And when the loaf we break, Thine own rich blessing give;
May all, with loving hearts, partake, And all new strength receive.
3 Dear Lord, what memories crowd Around the sacred cup :
The upper room— Gethsemane— Thy foes — thy lifting up !
4 O scenes of suffering love, Enough our souls to win ;
Enough to melt our hearts, and prove The antidote of sin !
G. Y. Tickle.
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Arise, ye saints, arise !
The Lord our leader is : The foe before his banner flies,
And vic-to-ry is his.
2 We soon shall see the day When all our toils shall cease ;
When we shall cast our arms away, And dwell in endless peace.
3 This hope supports us here ; It makes our burdens light ;
'Twill serve our drooping hearts to cheer, Till faith shall end in sight :
4 Till, of the prize possessed, We hear of war no more ;
A nd ever with our Leader rest, On yonder peaceful shore.
_ _ . _ Thomas Kelly.
405
Rest for the toiling hand,
Rest for the anxious brow, Rest for the weary, way-worn feet,
Rest from all labor now.
2 Soon shall the trump of God Give out the welcome sound
That shakes thy silent chamber-walls, And breaks the turf-sealed ground.
3 Ye dwellers in the dust, Awake ! come forth and sing ;
Sharp has your frost of winter been, But bright shall be your spring.
4 'Twas sown in weakness here; 'Twill then be raised in power :
That which was sown an earthly seed Shall rise a heavenly flower.
H. BONAR.
406
1 have a home above, From sin and sorrow free ;
A mansion which eternal love Designed and formed for me.
2 My Father's gracious hand Has built this sweet abode ;
From everlasting it was planned — My dwelling-place with God.
3 My Saviour's precious blood Has made my title sure ;
He passed thro' death's dark, raging flood To make my rest secure.
4 The Comforter has come, The earnest has been given ;
He leads me onward to the home Reserved for me in heaven.
H. Bennett.
407
My soul, it is thy God Who calls thee by his grace :
Now loose thee from each cumbering load. And bend thee to the race.
2 Make thy salvation sure ; All sloth and slumber shun ;
Nor dare a moment rest secure, Till thou the goal hast won.
3 Thy crown of life hold fast ; Thy heart with courage stay ;
Nor let one trembling glance be cast Along the backward way.
4 Thy path ascends the skies, With conquering footsteps bright ;
And thou shalt win and wear the prize In everlasting light.
Leonard Swain.
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'Tis grace that makes us free To feed upon this bread and wine,
In memory, Lord, of thee.
2 That blood which flowed for sin, In symbol here we see ;
And feel the blessed pledge within, • That we are loved of thee.
3 O if this glimpse of love Be so divinely sweet,
What will it be, O Lord, above, Thy gladdening smile to meet !
4 To see thee face to face, Thy perfect likeness wear ;
And all thy ways of wondrous grace Through endless years declare !
_ _. Edward Denny.
409
How various and how new Are thy compassions, Lord !
Each morning shall thy mercies show, Each night thy truth record.
2 Thy goodness, like the sun, Dawned 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 refined Awaited that blest day
When light arose upon our mind And chased our sins away.
5 How new thy mercies, then ! How sovereign and how free !
Our souls, that had been dead in sin, Were made alive to thee.
Joseph Stennett.
410
Go to thy rest, fair child ;
Go to thy dreamless bed, While yet so gentle, undenled,
With blessings on thy head.
2 Before thy heart had learned In waywardness to stray ;
Before thy feet had ever turned The dark and downward way ;
3 Ere sin had seared the breast, Or sorrow woke the tear ;
Rise to thy home of changeless rest In yon celestial sphere.
4 Because thy smile was fair, Thy lip and eye so bright ;
Because thy loving cradle-care Was such a dear delight,
5 Shall love, with weak embrace,
Thy upward wing detain? No ! gentle angel, seek thy place Amid the cherub train.
Mrs. L. H. Sigoue.nby, 133
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" Forever with the Lord !"
Amen. So let it be. Life from the dead is in that word;
'Tis immortality. Here in the body' pent,
Absent from thee I roam ; Yet nightly pitch my moving tent
A day's march nearer home, Nearer, etc.
2 My Father's house on high, Home of my soul, how near,
At times, to faith's aspiring eye Thy golden gates appear !
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Ah ! then my spirit pants
To reach the land I love, The bright inheritance of saints,
Jerusalem above, Home above, et<#
3 Yet doubts still intervene,
And all my comfort flies; Like Noah's dove, I flit between
Rough seas and stormy skies. Anon the clouds depart,
The winds and waters cease ; While sweetly o'er my gladdened heart
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The heart of every saint, Invites us all our griefs to tell ;
To pray, and never faint.
2 He bows his gracious ear ; We never plead in vain,
Yet we must wait till he appear, And pray, and pray again.
3 The Lord will surely hear His chosen when they cry ;
Yes, though he may awhile forbear, He'll help them from on high.
4 Then let us earnest be, And never faint in prayer;
He loves our importunity. And makes our cause his care.
413
While my Redeemer's near, My Shepherd and my Guide,
1 bid farewell to anxious fear ; My wants are all supplied.
2 To ever-fragrant meads, Where rich abundance grows,
His gracious hand indulgent leads, And guards my sweet repose.
3 Dear Shepherd, if I stray, My wandering feet restore ;
To thy fair pastures guide my way, And let me rove no more.
4 Unworthy, as I am, Of thy protecting care,
/esus, I plead thy gracious name-, For all my hopes are there.
Anne Steele.
414
Come to the house of prayer,
O thou afflicted, come : The God of peace shall meet thee there;
He makes that house his home.
2 Come to the house of praise, Ye who are happy now ;
In sweet accord your voices raise, In kindred homage bow.
3 Thou, whose benignant eye In mercy looks on all —
Who seest the tear of misery, And hear'st the mourner's call-
4 Up to thy dwelling-place Bear our frail spirits on,
Till they outstrip time's tardy pacey And heaven on earth be won.
m _ E. Taylor
415
Once more, before we part, O bless the Saviour's name !
Let every tongue and every heart Adore and praise the same.
2 Lord, in thy grace we came, That blessing still impart ;
We met in Jesus' sacred name, In Jesus' name we part.
3 Still on thy holy word Help us to feed, and grow,
Still to go on to know the Lord, And practice what we know.
4 Now, Lord, before we part, Help us to bless thy name ;
Let every tongue and every heart Adore and praise the same.
J. Hart.
135
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WORLEY. S. M. D.
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My God, my Strength, my Hope, On thee I cast my care ; With humble con- fi-
dence look up. And know thou hear'st my prayer. Give me on thee to wait, Till I can
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Mv God, my Strength, my Hope,
On thee I cast my care ; With humble confidence look up,
And know thou nearest my prayer. Give me on thee to wait,
Till I can all things do — On thee, almighty to create,
Almighty to renew.
2 I want a godly fear,
A quick-discerning eye, That looks to thee when sin is near,
And bids the tempter fly ; A spirit still prepared,
And armed with jealous care, Forever standing on its guard,
And watching unto prayer.
3 1 rest iii)'>:i thy word: The promise is for me;
My succor and salvation, Lord, Shall surely come from thee.
But let me still abide,
Nor from my hope remove,
Till thou my patient spirit guide Jnto thy perfect love.
Chari.es Wesley.
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How beauteous are their feet
Who stand on Zion's hill, Who bring salvation on their tongues.
And words of peace reveal .' How charming is their voice !
How sweet the tidings are : " Zion, behold thy Saviour King ;
He reigns and triumphs here !"
2 How happy are our ears, That hear this joyful sound,
Which kings and prophets waited for, And sought, but never found !
How blessed are our eyes, That see this heavenly light !
Prophets and kings desired it long, But died without the sight.
3 The watchmen join their voice, And tuneful notes employ;
Jerusalem breaks forth in songs,
And deserts learn the joy. The Lord makes bare his arm
Through all the earth abroad; Let every nation now behold
Their Saviour and their God.
Isaac Watts.
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And graven on thy hand.
2 For her my tears shall fall, For her my prayers ascend ;
To her my cares and toils be given, Till toils and cares shall end.
Beyond my highest joy, I prize her heavenly ways,
Her sweet communion, solemn vows, Her hymns of love and praise.
3 Jesus, thou Friend divine, Our Saviour and our King,
Thy hand from every snare and foe Shall great deliverance bring.
Sure as thy truth shall last, To Zion "shall be given
The brightest glories earth can yield, iVnd brighter bliss of heaven.
Timothy Dwight.
419
All you that have confessed
That Jesus is the Lord, And to his people joined yourselves.
Recording to his word, In Zion you must dwell,
Her altar ne'er forsake ; Must come to all her solemn feasts,
Of all her joys partake. *
2 She must employ your thoughts, And your unceasing care ;
Her welfare be your constant wish, And her increase your prayer.
With humbleness of mind Among her sons rejoice —
A meek and quiet spirit is, With God, of highest price.
3 Never offend nor grieve Your brethren by the way ;
But shim the dark abodes of strife- Like children of the day. In all your Saviour's ways
With willing footsteps move ;
Be faithful unto death, and then
You'll reign with him above.
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3 All hail, triumphant Lord !
Heaven with hosannas rings; And earth, in humbler strains,
Thy praise responsive sings ; Worthy the Lamb that once was slain, Through endless years to live and reign. Thos. Cotterill.
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Lord of the worlds above, How pleasant and how fair
The dwellings of thy love, Thine earthly temples are !
To thine abode my heart aspires,
With warm desires to see my God.
2 O happy souls, who pray Where God appoints to hear!
O happy men, who pay
Their constant service there ! They praise thee still ; and happy they Who love the wray to Zion's hill.
3 They go from strength to strength, Through this dark vale of tears,
Till each arrives at length, Till each in heaven appears :
0 glorious seat, when God, our King, Bhall thither bring our willing feet.
j%fyO Isaac Watts.
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On him alone we build; With his true saints alone
The courts of heaven are filled: On his great love our hopes we place, Of present grace and joys above.
1 Oh, then with hymns of praise
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The name of Christ to sing ; And thus proclaim in joyful song, JBoth loud and long, that glorious Name. J. Chandler, tr.
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In sweet, exalted strains, The King of glory praise :
O'er heaven and earth he reigns, Through everlasting days :
Beneath this roof, O deign to show
How God can dwell with men below,
2 Here may thine ears attend Our interceding cries,
And grateful praise ascend, All fragrant, to the skies; Here may thy word melodious sound, And spread the joys of heaven around.
3 Here may th' attentive throng Imbibe thy truth and love ;
And converts join the song
Of seraphim above ; And willing crowds surround thy board. With sacred joy and sweet accord.
4 Here may our unborn sons And daughters sound thy praise,
And shine like polished stones
Through long-succeeding days ; Here, Lord, display thy saving power While temples stand and men adore)
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To Jesus Christ, his Son- Let songs of praise arise,
From angels round the throne; Let men unite, in sweet accord, To praise the goodness of the Lord. L. U. Jamesom.
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Blow ye the trumpet, blow — The gladly solemn sound ;
Let all the nations know, To earth's remotest bound,
The year of jubilee is come :
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.
2 Exalt the Lamb of God,
The sin-atoning Lamb; Redemption by his blood,
Throughout the world proclaim. The year of jubilee is come : Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.
3 Ye slaves of sin and hell* Your liberty receive,
And safe in Jesus dwell,
And blest in Jesus live. The year of jubilee is come : Return, ye ransomed sinners, home
4 Jesus, our great High Priest, Has full atonement made:
Ye weary spirits, rest ;
Ye mourning souls, be glad. The year of jubilee is come : Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.
Charles Wesley
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Your noblest powers exert To celebrate his fame ;
Tell all above and all below
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"5 He left his starry crown,
And laid his robes aside ; On wings of love came down,
And wept, and bled, and died : What he endured, O who can tell, To save our souls from death and hell?
S From the dark grave he rose,
The mansion of the dead, And thence his mighty foes
In glorious triumph led ; Up through the sky the Conqueror rode, And reigns on high, the Son of God.
Samuel Stennett.
428
The promises I sing,
Which sovereign love hath spoke — Nor will th' eternal King
His words of grace revoke : They stand secure and steadfast still; Not Zion's hill abides so sure.
2 The mountains melt away, When once the Judge appears ;
And sun and moon decay,
That measure mortal years : But still the same, in radiant lines, The promise shines through all the flame.
3 Their harmony shall sound Through mine attentive ears,
When thunders cleave the ground,
And dissipate the spheres: Midst all the shock of that dread scene, I stand serene, thy word my rock.
Philip Doddridge.
429
Yes, the Redeemer rose;
The Saviour left the dead, And o'er his hellish foes
High raised his conquering head ; In wild dismay the guards around Fall to the ground and sink away.
2 Lo! the angelic bands
In full assembly meet, To wait his high commands,
And worship at his feet ; Joyful they come, and wing their way From realms of day to Jesus' tomb.
3 Then back to heaven they fly, The joyful news to bear ;
Hark ! as they soar on high, What music fills the air ! Their anthems say, "Jesus who bled Has left the dead— he rose to-day."
4 All hail ! triumphant Lord, Who saved us by thy blood ;
Wide be thy name adored,
Thou reigning Son of God ! With thee we rise, with thee we reign, And kingdoms gain beyond the skies. Philip Doddridgb,
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Satan is hurled.
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2 Far over sea and land,
Go, at your Lord's command ;
Bear ye his name — Bear it to every shore, Regions unknown explore, Enter at every door :
Silence is shame.
3 Speed on the wings of love — Jesus, who reigns above,
Bids us to fly— They who his message bear Should neither doubt nor fear; He will their Friend appear,
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2 Victor o'er death and hell, Cherubic legions swell
Thy radiant train ; Praises all heaven inspire; Each angel sweeps his lyre, And waves his wings of fire,
Thou Lamb once slain !
3 Enter, incarnate God : No feet but thine have trod
The serpent down. Blow the full trumpet— blow ! Wider your portals throw ! Saviour, triumphant go,
And take thy crown !
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My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty,
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Let freedom ring.
2 My native country, thee, Land of the noble free—
Thy name I love ; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills ; My heart with rapture thrills
Like that above.
3 Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees
Sweet freedom's song ; Let mortal tongues awake, Let all that breathe partake, Let rocks their silence break —
The sound prolong.
4 Our fathers' God ! to thee, Author of liberty,
To thee we sing : Long may our land be bright With freedom1 s holy light; Protect us by thy might,
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God bless our native land ! Firm may she ever stand Through storm and night ;
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When the wild tempests rave, Ruler of wind and wave, Do thou our country save
By thy great might. 2 For her our prayer shall rise To God above the skies ;
On him we wait. Thou who art ever nigh, Guarding with watchful eye, To thee aloud we cry,
God save the State !
AOA J S Dwight,
The God of harvest praise ; In loud thanksgiving, raise
Hand, heart, and voice ; The valleys smile and sing, Forests and mountains ring, The plains their tribute bring,
The streams rejoice.
2 Yes, bless his holy name, And purest thanks proclaim
Through all the earth ; To glory in your lot Is duty —but be not God's benefits forgot,
Amidst your mirth.
3 The God of harvest praise ; Hands, hearts, and voices raise
With sweet accord ; From field to garner throng, Bearing your sheaves along, And, in your harvest song,
Bless ye the Lord.
J. Montgomery.
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Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day, Sons of men and angels say : Raise your joys and triumphs high ; Sing, ye heavens; thou earth, reply.
2 Love's redeeming work is done ; Fought the fight, the battle won : Lo ! our Sun's eclipse is o'er ; Lo! he sets in blood no more.
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4 Lives again our glorious King : Where, O death, is now thy sting? Once he died our souls to save : Where's thy victory, boasting grave?
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Songs of praise awoke the morn When the Prince of peace was born; Songs of praise arose when he Captive led captivity.
2 Heaven and earth must pass away — Songs of praise shall crown the day : God will make new heavens and earth — Songs of praise shall hail their birth.
3 Saints below, with heart and voice, Still in songs of praise rejoice, Learning here, by faith and love, Songs of praise to sing above.
4 Borne upon the latest breath, Songs of praise shall conquer death ; Then, amidst eternal joy,
Songs of praise their powers employ.
_ _ _ J. Montgomery.
437
God with us ! O glorious name ! Let it shine in endless fame ; God and man in Christ unite — O mysterious depth and height !
2 God with us! amazing love Brought him from his courts above : Now, ye saints, his grace admire ; Swell the song with holy fire.
3 God with us ! O wondrous grace ! Let us see him face to face,
That we may Immanuel sing, As we ought, our God and King.
S. Sunn.
438
Now begin the heavenly theme ; Sing aloud in Jesus' name ; Ye who his salvation prove, Triumph in redeeming love.
2 Ye who see the Father's grace Beaming in the Saviour's face, As to Canaan on ye move, Praise and bless redeeming love.
3 Welcome, all by sin oppressed, Welcome to his sacred rest ! Nothing brought him from above, Nothing but redeeming love.
4 Hither, then, your music bring; Strike aloud each cheerful string ; Mortals, join the host above — Join to praise redeeming love.
Martin Madan.
439
Thou, from whom we never part, Thou, whose love is everywhere,
Thou, who seest every heart, Listen to our evening prayer:
2 Father, fill our hearts with love, Love un tailing, full and free ;
Love that no alarm can move. Love that ever rests on thee.
3 Heavenly Father, through the night Keep us safe from every ill ;
Cheerful as the morning light, May we wake to do thy will.
Anon,
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Praise to God, immortal praise, For the love that crowns our days ! Bounteous Source of every joy, Let thy praise our tongues employ.
2 For the bbssings of the field, For the stores the gardens yield, For the fruits in full supply, Ripened 'neath the summer sky ;
3 Flocks that whiten all the plain, Yellow sheaves of ripened grain, Clouds that drop their fattening dews, Suns that temperate warmth diffuse ;
4 All that spring, with bounteous hand, Scatters o'er the smiling land ;
All that liberal autumn pours From her rich, o'erflowing stores :
5 These to thee, my God, we owe, Source whence all our blessings flow ; And for these my soul shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise.
Mrs. A. L. Barbauld.
441
Shepherd of thy little flock, Lead me to the shadowing rock, Where the richest pasture grows, Where the living water flows.
2 By that pure and silent stream, Sheltered from the scorching beam, Shepherd, Saviour, Guardian, Guide, Keep me ever near thy side.
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Lord of hosts, to thee we raise Here a house of prayer and praise , Thou thy people's hearts prepare Here to meet for praise and prayer.
2 Let the living here be fed With thy word, the heavenly bre"a)£ ; Here, in hope of glory blest, May the dead be laid to rest ;
3 Here to thee a temple stand, While the sea shall gird the land ; Here reveal thy mercy sure, While the sun and moon endure.
4 Hallelujah ! — earth and sky To the joyful sound reply ; Hallelujah !— hence ascend
Prayer and praise till time shall end.
_ _ J. Montgomery.
443
For a season called to part, Let us now ourselves commend
To the gracious eye and heart Of our ever-present Friend.
2 Jesus, hear our humble prayer; Tender Shepherd of thy sheep,
Let thy mercy and thy care All our souis in safety keep.
3 In thy strength may we be strong ; Sweeten every cross and pain ;
Give us, if thou wilt, ere long Here to meet in peace again.
John Nbwto*.
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2 Lord, on thee our souls depend : [n compassion now descend, Fill our hearts with thy rich grace, Tune our lips to sing thy praise.
3 In thine own appointed way, Now we seek thee ; here we stay ; Lord, we know not how to go, Till a blessing thou bestow.
4 Grant that #11 may seek and find Thee a God supremely kind ; Heal the sick ; the captive free ; Let us all rejoice in thee.
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Sovereign Ruler of the skies, Ever gracious, ever wise, All my times are in thy hand, All events at thy command.
2 Times of sickness, times of health, Times of penury and wealth— All must come, and last, and end, As shall please my heavenly Friend.
3 O thou gracious, wise and just ! In thy hands 1113* life I trust. Have I somewhat dearer still ? I resign it to thy will.
4 Thee at all times will I bless ; Having thee, I all possess ; How can I bereaved be, Since I can not part with thee ?
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To thy temple we repair — Lord, we love to worship there, When within the vail we meet Thee upon the mercy-seat.
2 While thy glorious name is sung, Tune our lips, unloose our tongue : Then our joyful souls shall bless Thee, the Lord our righteousness.
3 While to thee our prayers ascend, Let thine ear in love attend ; Hear us, for thy Spirit pleads — Hear, for Jesus intercedes.
4 From thy house when we return, Let our hearts within us burn, That at evening we may say : 11 We have walked with God to-day."
T. Montgomery.
447
Lord, whom winds and seas obey, Guide us through the watery way ; In the hollow of thy hand Hide, and bring us safe to land.
2 Jesus, let our faithful mind i Rest, on thee alone reclined ; ! Cause each anxious thought to cease J Keep our souls in perfect peace.
3 Keep the souls whom now we leave Bid them to each other cleave ; Bid them walk on life's rough sea ; Bid them come by faith to thee.
4 Save, till all these tempests end, All who on thy love depend ; Waft our happy spirits o'er,
; Land us on the heavenly shore. 1 Charles Wstur.
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3 Praise the Lord, his mercies trace ; Praise his providence and grace- All that he for man hath done,
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2 Blessings from his liberal hand Flow around this happy land ; Kept by him, no foes annoy ; Peace and freedom we enjoy.
3 Here, beneath a virtuous sway, May we cheerfully obey ; Never feel oppression's rod, Ever own and worship God.
4 Hark ! the voice of nature sings Praises to the King of kings : Let us join the choral song, And the grateful notes prolong.
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Love's sweet lesson to obey : Sweeter lesson can not be — Loving him who first loved me.
2 With a child-like heart of love, At thy bidding may I move; Prompt to serve and follow thee — Loving him who first loved me.
3 Teach me all thy steps to trace, Strong to follow in thy grace-; Learning how to love from thee — Loving him who first loved me.
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4 Love in loving finds employ — In obedience all her joy; Ever new that joy will be — Loving him who first loved me.
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Jesus, Lord, we look to thee : Let us in thy name agree ; Show thyself the Prince of peace ; Bid our jars forever cease.
2 By thy reconciling love, Every stumbling-block remove ; Each to each unite, endear; Come, and spread thy banner here.
3 Make us of one heart and mind — Courteous, pitiful, and kind; Lowly, meek, in thought and wordr Altogether like our Lord.
m _ — Charles Wesley.
453
Softly now the light of day Fades upon my sight away : Free from care, from labor free, Lord, I would commune with thee-
2 Thou, whose all-pervading eye Xaugiit escapes, without, within, Pardon each infirmity- Open fault, and secret sin.
3 Soon, for me, the light of day Shall forever pass away : Then from sin and sorrow free, Take me, Lord, to dwell with thee.
4 Thou who, sinless, yet hast known All oi man's infirmity, Then, from thine eternal throne, Jesus look with pitying eve.
G* W. Doane.
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Oft in sorrow, oft in woe, Onward, Christian, onward go; Fight the fight, maintain the strife, Strengthened with the bread of life.
2 Up ! and take thy shield and sword; 2 Onward, Christian, onward go ;
Up ! it is the call of heaven ; Shrink not faithless from the Lord ; Nobly strive, as he hath striven.
3 Break through all the force of ill ; Tread the might of passion down,
Struggling onward, onward still, To thy conquering Saviour's crown.
4 Through the midst of toil and pain, Let this thought ne'er leave thy breast:
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Join the war, and face the foe. Will you flee in danger's hour ? Know you not your Captain's power!
! 3 Let your drooping heart be glad ; March, in heavenly armor clad; Fight, nor think the battle long : Soon shall victory tune your song.
4 Let not sorrow dim your eye : Soon shall every tear be dry ; Let not fears your course impede : Makes more sweet thv coming rest. Great your strength, if great your need.
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'Tis my happiness below Not to live without the cross.
But the Saviour's power to know Sanctifying every loss.
2 Trials must and will befall ; But, with humble faith, to see
Love inscribed upon them all — This is happiness to me.
3 Trials make the promise sweet ; Trials give new life to prayer ;
Trials bring me to his feet, Lay me low, and keep me there.
_ _ _ Wm. Cowper.
457
Prixce of peace, control my will ; Bid this struggling heart be still ; Bid m -■ and doubtings cease ;
Hush • At into peace.
2 Thou hast bought me with thy blood, Opened wide the gate of God : Peace I ask — but peace must be, Lord, in being one with thee.
3 May thy will, not mine, be done; May thy will and mine be one ; Chase these doubtings from my heart — Now thy perfect peace impart
4 Saviour, at thy feet I fall ; Thou, my Life, my God, my All. Let thy happy servant be, One for evermore with thee.
Mary A. S. Barber.
458
Blessed fountain, full of grace — Grace for sinners, grace for me —
To this source alone I trace What I am, and hope to be :
2 What I am, as one redeemed, Saved and rescued by the Lord,
Hating what I once esteemed, Loving what I once abhorred ;
3 What I hope to be ere long, When I take my place above,
Wrhen I join the heavenly throng, When I see the God of love.
4 Then I hope like him to be, Who redeemed his saints from sin,
Whom I now obscurely see, Through a vail that stands between,
- _ _ T. Kelly.
459
Now the shades of night are gone; 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 iny sight .
- In thy service, Lord, to-day, Help me labor, help me pray.
3 When my work of life is past, O receive me, then, at last : When I reach the heavenly shore, Night of sin will be no more.
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4 May the gospel's joyful sound Conquer sinners, comfort saints,
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As with gladness men of old Did the guiding star behold ; As with joy they hailed its light, Leading onward, beaming bright ; So, most gracious Lord, may we Evermore be led to thee.
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& As they offered gifts most rare At thy cradle, rude and bare ; So may we, with holy joy, Pure and free from sin's alloy, All our costliest treasures bring, Christ, to thee our heavenly King.
4 Blessed Jesus, every day Keep us in the narrow way ; And, when earthly things are past, Bring our ransomed souls at last Where they need no star to guide, Where no clouds thy glory hide.
* ~ - W. C. Dix.
462
Glory, glory to our King !
Crowns unfading wreathe his head! Jesus is the name we sing —
Jesus, risen from the dead : Jesus, Victor of the grave; Jesus, mighty now to save.
2 Now behold him high enthroned, Glory beaming from his face,
By adoring angels owned
God of holiness and grace. O for hearts and tongues to sing, Glory, glory to our King !
3 Jesus, on thy people shine ; Warm our hearts and tune our tongues,
That with angels we may join —
Share their bliss, and swell their songs. Glory, honor, praise, and power, Lord, be thine for evermore !
n r\ q Thomas Kelly.
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.
2 Saviour, may these meetings prove Antepasts to that above ; While we worship in this place, May we go from grace to grace, Till we each, in his degree, Fit for endless glory be.
A r\ A Unknown.
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Glory be to God on high — God, whose glory fills the sky! Glory to the Lamb be given— Glory in the highest heaven ! Wisdom, riches, praise, and power Be to God for evermore !
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2 Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes ; See him high in glory rise : Ranks of angels, on the road, Hail him— the incarnate God. Heaven unfolds its portals wide : See the Conqueror through them ride - King of glory, mount thy throne — Boundless empire is thine own.
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Heathen tribes his name adore ; Satan and his host, o'erthrown,
Bound in chains, shall hurt no more,
2 Then shall wars and tumults cease,
Then be banished grief and pain ; Righteousness, and joy, and peace,
Undisturbed shall ever reign. Bless we, then, our gracious Lord ;
Ever praise his glorious name ; All his mighty acts record,
All his wondrous love proclaim.
Harriet Auber.
468
Peace ! the welcome sound proclaim ; Dwell with rapture on the theme ; Loud, still louder swell the strain — Peace on earth, good- will to men ! Breezes, whispering soft and low, Gently murmur, as ye blow, Now, when war and discord cease, Praises to the God of peace.
2 Ocean's billows, far and wide Rolling in majestic pride, Loud, still louder swell the strain : Peace on earth, good-will to men !
Vocal songsters of the grove, Sweetly chant in notes of love, Now, when war and discord cease, Praises to the God of peace.
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Thou who roll'st the year ar6und,
Crowned with mercies large and free, Rich thy gifts to us abound,
Warm our praise shall rise to thee. Kindly to our worship bow,
While our grateful thanks we tell, That, sustained by thee, we now
Bid the parting year farewell.
2 All its numbered days are sped, All its busy scenes are o'er,
All its joys forever fled, All its sorrows felt no more.
Mingled with th' eternal past, Its remembrance shall decay —
Yet to be revived at last At the solemn judgment-day.
3 All our follies, Lord, forgive ; Cleanse us from each guilty stain ;
Let thy grace within us live, That we spend not years in vain.
Then, when life's last eve shall come, Happy spirits, may we fly
To our everlasting home, To our Father's house on high.
Ray Palmer
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Blessing, honor, glory, power, Wisdom, riches, to obtain,
New dominion every hour."
2 These through fiery trials trod ; These from great affliction came;
Now, before the throne of God, Sealed with his almighty name,
Clad in raiment pure and white, Victor-palms in every hand,
Through their great Redeemer's might, More than con-quer-ors they stand.
3 Hunger, thirst, disease unknown, On immortal fruits they feed;
Them the Lamb, amidst the throne, Shall to living fountains lead;
Joy and gladness banish sighs, Perfect love dispels all fears ;
And forever from their eyes God shall wipe away the tears.
J. Montgomery.
472
Jesus, merciful and mild, Lead me as a helpless child : On no other arm but thine Would my weary soul recline ;
Thou art ready to forgive, Thou canst bid the sinner live : Guide the wanderer, day by day, In the strait and narrow way.
2 Thou canst fit me, by thy grace For the heavenly dwelling-place: All thy promises are sure, Ever shall thy love endure. Then what more could I desire? How to greater bliss aspire? All I need, in thee I see; Thou art all in all to me.
Thos. Hastings.
473
Thine forever— God of love, Hear us from thy throne above— Thine forever may we be, Here and in eternity. Thine forever — Lord of life, Shield us through our earth! v strife ; Thou, the Life, the Truth, the Way. Guide us to the realms of day.
2 Thine forever — Saviour, keep These thy frail and trembling sheep; Safe alone beneath thy care, Let us all thy goodness share. Thine forever— thou our Guide, All our wants by thee supplied, All our sins by thee forgiven, Lead us, Lord, from earth to heaven. Mrs. Mary F. Maudb.
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For nothing changes here. The storm may roar without me,
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And can I be dismayed ?
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God is my strong salvation :
AVhat foe have I to fear? In darkness and temptation,
My light, my help, is near. Though hosts encamp around me,
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With God at my right hand ? 2 Place on the Lord reliance ;
My soul, with courage wait ; His truth be thine affiance
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J Montgomery.
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Jerusalem, the golden, With milk and honey blest,
Beneath thy contemplation Sink heart and voice oppressed.
1 know not, O I know not, What social joys are there,
What radiancy of glory, What light beyond compare.
2 They stand, those halls of Zion, All jubilant with song,
And bright with many an angel, And all the martyr throng ;
The Prince is ever in them, The daylight is serene ;
The pastures of the blessed Are decked in glorious sheen.
8 There is the throne of David ;
And there, from care released, The song of them that triumph.
The shout of them that feast ;
And they who, with their Leader, Have conquered in the fight,
Forever and forever Are clad in robes of white.
A -7 "J J- M- Nbalb, tr.
We have no home but heaven ;
A pilgrim's garb we wear ; Our path is marked by changes,
And strewed with many a care ; Surrounded with temptation,
By varied ills oppressed, Each day's experience warns us
That this is not our rest. 2 We have no home but heaven —
We want no home beside : O God, our Friend and Father,
Our footsteps thither guide ; Unfold to us its glory,
Prepare us for its joy, Its pure and perfect friendship,
Its angel-like employ.
Uhknown.
159
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MISSIONARY HYMrT. 7s & 6s. D.
Lowell Mason.
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From Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strand ; Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river,
From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver
Their land from error's chain.
2 What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle— Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile ! In vain, with lavish kindness,
The gifts of God are strown ; The heathen, in their blindness,
Bow down to wood and stone.
3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted By wisdom from on high- Shall we, to man benighted,
The lamp of life deny ? Salvation ! O salvation !
The joyful sound proclaim, Till earth's remotest nation
Has learned Messiah's name.
4 Waft— waft, ye winds, his story; And you, ye waters, roll,
Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole;
Till, o'er our ransomed nature, The Lamb, for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign.
« R. Heber.
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My Saviour, as thou wilt—
0 may thy will be mine ! Into thy hand of love
1 would my all resign. Through sorrow, or through joy,
Conduct me as thine own, And help me still to say, My Lord, thy will be done !
2 My Saviour, as thou wilt— If needy here and poor,
Give me thy people's bread, Their portion rich and sure ;
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Let my soul feed upon, And, if all else should fail,
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If among thorns I go, Still sometimes here and there
Let a few roses blow. But thou, on earth, along
The thorny path hast gone : Then lead me after thee ;
My Lord, thy will be done !
Jane Borthwick— /r.
480
Hail to the Lord's anointed,
Great David's greater Son ! Hail, in the time appointed,
His reign on earth begun ! He comes to break oppression,
To set the captive free, To take away transgression,
And rule in equity.
2 He comes, with succor speedy, To those who suffer wrong ;
To help the poor and needy, And bid the weak be strong ;
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Whose souls, condemned and dying, Were precious in his sight.
3 He shall come down like showers
Upon the fruitful earth, And love, and joy, like flowers,
Spring in his path to birth. Before him, on the mountains,
Shall peace, the herald, go, And righteousness in fountains
From hill to valley flow ' J. Montgomery,
161
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Praise the Lord ; ye heavens, adore him ;
Praise him, angels in the height ; Sun and moon, rejoice before him ;
Praise him, all ye stars of light.
2 Praise the Lord : for he hath spoken ;
Worlds his mighty voice obeyed ; Laws which never shall be broken,
For their guidance he hath made.
SKENE, 8s, 7s & 4.
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God hath made his saints victorious ; Sin and death shall not prevail.
4 Praise the God of our salvation • Hosts on high his power proclaim ;
Heaven and earth, and all creation, Laud and magnify his name.
J. Kempthorne. Jas. H. Fillmore.
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PRAISE the Lord ; ye saints, adore him;
All unite with one accord; Bring your offerings, come before him—
O praise the Lord !
2 Praise the Lord, who every blessing On our heads hath richly poured;
Sing aloud, his love confessing — O praise the Lord !
3 Praise the Lord ! Who would not praise him? He hath us to grace restored :
To the highest honors raise him— O praise the Lord !
4 Praise the Lord, your songs excelling Worldly music's richest chord ;
Sing— your Saviour's glory telling— O praise the Lord !
Bsnj Skene. 162
HYMN AXD TUNE-BOOK.
BOLNEY. 8s & 7s.
I. A. P. SCHULZ.
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Praise to thee, thou great Creator !
Praise to thee from every tongue ! Join, my soul, with every creature ;
Join the universal song.
2 Father, Source of all compassion, Pure, unbounded grace is thine :
Hail the God of our salvation ; Praise him for his love divine.
3 For ten thousand blessings given, For the hope of future joy,
Sound his praise thro' earth and heaven, Sound Jehovah's praise on high.
4 Joyfully on earth adore him, Till in heaven our song we raise ;
Then enraptured fall before him, Lost in wonder, love, and praise.
J. Fawcett.
484
We are living, we are dwelling In a grand and awful time,
In an age on ages telling ; To be living is sublime.
ESSEX. 8s & 7s.
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Up ! O up ! thou drowsy soldier ; Worlds are charging to the shock.
3 Worlds are charging, heaven beholding; Thou hast but an hour to fight;
Now, the blazoned cross unfolding, On ! right onward for the right.
4 On ! let all the soul within you For the truth's sake go abroad ;
Strike ! let every nerve and sinew Tell on ages— tell for God !
. _ _ A. C. Coxe.
485
Worship, honor, glory, blessing, Be to him who reigns above ;
Young and old thy name confessing, Saviour, let us share thy love.
2 As the saints in heaven adore thee, We would bow before thy throne ;
As thine angels bow before thee, So on earth thy will be done.
Unknown. Thomas Clark.
NEW CHRISTIAN
RATHBUN. 8s&7s.
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In the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time ;
All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime.
2 When the woes of life o'ertake me, Hopes deceive, and fears annoy,
Never shall the cross forsake me ; Lo ! it glows with peace and joy.
3 When the sun of bliss is beaming Light and love upon my way,
From the cross the radiance, streaming, Adds more luster to the day.
4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, By the cross are sanctified ;
Peace is there, that knows no measure, Joys that through all time abide.
J. BOWKING.
SARDIS. 8s & 7s.
487
Crown his head with endless blessing, Who, in God the Father's name,
With compassions never ceasing, Comes, salvation to proclaim.
2 Hail, ye saints, who know his favor, Who within his gates are found —
Hail, ye saints, th' exalted Saviour ; Let his courts with praise abound.
3 Jesus, thee our Saviour hailing; Thee our God in praise we own ;
Highest honors, never failing, Rise eternal round thy throne.
4 Now, ye saints, his power confessing, In your grateful strains adore ;
For his mercy, never ceasing, Flows and flows for evermore.
William Goode. Beethoven.
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SICILY. 8s&7s.
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Onward, Christian, though the region Where thou art be drear and lone :
God has set a guardian legion Very near thee: press thou on.
2 By the thorn-road, and none other, Is the mount of vision won ;
Tread it without shrinking, brother- Jesus trod it — press thou on.
3 Be this world the wiser, stronger, For thy life of pain and peace ;
While itneeds thee, O no longer Pray thou for thy quick release.
4 Pray thou, Christian, daily rather, That thou be a faithful son ;
By the prayer of Jesus, " Father, Not my will, but thine, be done."
_ _ _ S.Johnson.
489
Praise the Saviour, all ye nations, Praise him, all ye hosts above;
Shout, with joyful acclamations, His divine, victorious love.
2 Be his kingdom now promoted, Let the earth her Monarch know ;
Be my all to him devoted : To my Lord my all I owe.
3 With my substance I will honor My Redeemer and my Lord ;
Were ten thousand worlds my manor, All were nothing to his word.
4 While the heralds of salvation His abounding grace proclaim,
Let his friends of every station Gladly join to spread his fame.
a r\r\ * Benj. Francis.
Cast thy bread upon the waters, Thinking not 'tis thrown away :
God himself saith, thou shalt gather It again some future day.
2 Cast thy bread upon the waters : Wildly "though the billows roll,
They but aid thee as thou toilest Truth to spread from pole to pole.
3 As the seed by billows floated, To some distant island lone,
So to human souls benighted, That thou flingest may be borne.
4 Cast thy bread upon the waters. Why wilt thou still doubting stand ?
Bounteous shall God send the harvest, If thou sow'st with liberal hand.
/]/-»! J. H. Hanaford.
Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing ;
Bid us now depart in peace; Still on heavenly manna feeding,
Let our faith and love increase. 2 Fill each breast with consolation :
Up to thee our hearts we raise ; When we reach our blissful station,
Then we'll give thee nobler praise. 1 E. Smyth*.
165
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3KWELL
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Silently the shades of evening Gather round my lowly door ;
Silently they bring before me Faces I shall see no more.
2 O the lost, the imforgotten, Though the world be oft forgot !
O the shrouded and the lonely! In our hearts they perish not ;
3 Living in the silent hours, Where our spirits only blend—
They, unlinked with earthly trouble ; We, still hoping for its end.
4 How such holy memories cluster, Like the stars when storms are past ;
Pointing up to that far heaven We may hope to gain at last
C. C. Coxe.
493
Saviour, breathe an evening blessing, Ere repose our spirits seal.
Sin and want we come confessing : Thou canst save, and thou canst heal.
2 Though destruction walk around us, Though the arrows past us fly,
Angel guards from thee surround us — We are safe if thou art nigh.
3 Though the night be dark and dreary, Darkness can not hide from thee ;
Thou art he who, never weary, Watchest where thy people be.
4 Should swift death this night o'ertake us, And our couch become our tomb,
May the morn in heaven awake us, Clad in bright and deathless bloom. J. Edmeston.
Fred. A. Fillmore.
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DORRNANCE. 8s & 7s.
I. B. Woodbury.
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Jesus only, when the morning Beams upon the path I tread ;
Jesus only, when the darkness Gathers round my weary head ;
2 Jesus only, when the billows Cold and sullen o'er me roll;
Jesus only, when the trumpet Rends the tomb and wakes the soul ;
3 Jesus only, when, adoring, Saints their crowns before him bring ;
Jesus only, I will, joyous, Through eternal ages sing.
495
He that goeth forth with weeping, Bearing precious seed in love,
Never tiring, never sleeping, Findeth mercy from above.
2 Soft descend the dews of heaven ; Bright the rays celestial shine ;
Precious fruits will thus be given, Through the influence all divine.
3 Sow thy seed ; be never weary ; Let no fears thy soul annoy :
Be the prospect ne'er so dreary, Thou shalt reap the fruits of joy.
4 Lo ! the scene of verdure brightening; See the rising grain appear;
Ivook again : the heMs are whitening, For the harvest-time is near.
Thos. Hastings.
496
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 our Jesus died to have us Reconciled in him to God.
! 3 When he lived on earth abased, Friend of sinners was his name ; Now, above ajl glory raised, He rejoices in the same.
4 O for grace our hearts to soften !
Teach us, Lord, at length, to love ; I We, alas ! forget too often
What a Friend we have above.
J. Newton.
497
Take my heart, O Father; mold it
In obedience to thy will ; And as ripening years unfold it,
Keep it true and childlike still.
2 Father, keep it pure and lowly, Strong and brave, yet free from strife
Turning from the paths unholy Of a vain or sinful life.
3 Ever let thy might surround it; Strengthen it with power divine,
Till thy cords of love have bound it, Father, wholly unto thine.
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BARTIMEUS. 8s & 7s,
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While in sweet communion feeding On this earthly bread and wine,
Saviour, may we see thee bleeding On the cross, to make us thine.
2 Though unseen, now be thou near us; With the still small voice of love,
Whispering words of peace to cheer us, Every doubt and fear remove.
3 Bring before us all the story Of thy life and death of woe ;
And, with hopes of endless glory, Wean our hearts from all below.
Edward Denny.
STEARNS. 8s & 7s.
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Sweet the moments, rich in blessing, Which before the cross we spend,
Life, and health, and peace possessing, From the sinner's dying Friend.
2 Here we feel our sins forgiven, While upon the Lamb we gaze;
And our thoughts are all of heaven, And our lips o'erflow with praise,
3 Still in ceaseless contemplation, Fix our hearts and eyes on thee,
Till we taste thy full salvation, And, unvailed, thy glories see.
J. Allen.
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CARTER, 8s & 7s.
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Always with us, always with us —
Words of cheer and words of love Thus the risen Saviour whispers,
From his dwelling-place above : 2 With us when we toil in sadness,
Sowing much and reaping none, Telling us that in the future
Golden harvests shall be won ;
WILSON. 8s & 7s.
3 With us when the storm is sweeping O'er our pathway dark and drear,
Waking hope within our bosoms, Stilling every anxious fear ;
4 With us in the lonely valley, When we cross the chilling stream- Lighting up the steps to glory
With salvation's radiant beam.
E. H. Nevin.
Mendelssohn.
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501
Come, thou long-expected Jesus,
Born to set thy people free; From our fears and sins release us,
Let us find our rest in thee. 2 Israel's Strength and Consolation,
Hope of all the saints thou art; Dear Desire of every nation,
Joy of every longing heart.
3 Born, thy people to deliver, Born a child, and yet a King,
Born to reign in us forever, Now thy gracious kingdom bring.
4 By thine own eternal Spirit, Rule in all our hearts alone ;
I By thine all-sufficient merit, Raise us to thy glorious throne.
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ST SYLVESTER. 8s fe 7s. J. B. Dykes.
Fa - ther, hear the prayer we of - fer : Not for ease that prayer shall be,
502
Father, hear the prayer we offer : Not for ease that prayer shall be,
But for strength, that we may ever Live our lives courageously.
2 Not forever by still waters Would we idly quiet stay;
But would smite the living fountains From the rocks along our way.
3 Be our strength in hours of weakness; In our wanderings, be our guide ;
Through endeavor, failure, danger, Father, be thou at our side.
Anon.
DIJON. 8s&7s.
503
Like the eagle, upward, onward, Let my soul in faith be borne ;
Calmly gazing, skyward, sunward, Let my eye unshrinking turn.
2 Where the cross, God's love revealing, Sets the fettered spirit free;
Where it sheds its wondrous healing, There, my soul, thy rest shall be.
3 O may I no longer, dreaming, Idly waste my golden day,
But, each precious hour redeeming, Upward, onward, press my way.
H. BONAR.
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MILWAUKEE. 8s & 7s.
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Humble souls, who seek salvation Through the Lamb's redeeming blood,
Hear the voice of revelation, Tread the path that Jesus trod.
2 Hear the blest Redeemer call you ; Listen to his heavenly voice ;
MOUNT VERNON. 8s & 7s.
Dread no ills that can befall you, While you make his way your choice.
3 Plainly here his footsteps tracing, Follow him without delay,
Gladly his command embracing : Lo ! your Captain leads the way.
John Fawchtt. Lowell Mason.
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Sister, thou wast mild and lovely, Gentle as the summer breeze,
Pleasant as the air of evening, When it floats among the trees.
2 Peaceful be thy silent slumber- Peaceful in the grave so low.
Thou no more wilt join our number; Thou no more our songs shalt know
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But 'tis God that hath bereft us; He can all our sorrows heal.
4 Yet again we hope to meet thee, When the day of life is fled ;
Then in heaven with joy to greet taee, Where no farewell tear is shed.
S. F. Smith.
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AUSTRIA, 8s & 7s
Hayok.
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<■ Com-fort-less, af-flic-ted, bro-ken, Fair abodes I bnild for you; * Scenes of heartfelt tribulation
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Hear what God, the Lord, hath spoken :
O iny people, faint and few, Comfortless, afflicted, broken,
Fair abodes I build for you ; Scenes of heartfelt tribulation
Shall no more perplex youi ways; You shall name your walls "Salvation,"
And your gates shall all be " Praise."
2 There, like streams that feed the garden, Pleasures without end shall flow,
For the Lord, your faith rewarding, All his bounty shall bestow.
LOVE DIVINE, 8s & 7s. D.
Still, in undisturbed possession, Peace and righteousness shall reign ,
Never shall you feel oppression, Hear the voice of war again.
3 Ye, no more your suns descending,
Waning moons no more shall see ; But, your griefs forever ending,
Find eternal noon in me. God shall rise, and, shining o'er you,
Change to day the gloom of night; He, the Lord, shall be your Glory,
God, your everlasting Light.
Wm. Cowper.
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172
HYMN AND TUNE-BOOK.
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Glo - rious things of thee are spok-en,
1 He, whose word can not be brok-en,
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507
Glorious things of thee are spoken,
Zion, city of our God ; He, whose word can not be broken,
Formed thee for his own abode. On the Rock of Ages founded,
What can shake thy sure repose? With salvation's wall surrounded,
Thou mayest smile at all thy foes.
H See the streams of living waters,
Springing from eternal love, Well supply thy sons and daughters,
And all fear of drought remove. vVho can faint, while such a river
Ever flows their thirst to assuage — Grace, which, like the Lord, the Giver,
Never fails from age to age ?
3 Blest inhabitants of Zion, Washed in the Redeemer's blood,
Jesus, whom their souls rely on, Makes them kings and priests to God
'Tis his love his people raises With himself to reign as kings ;
And, as priests, his solemn praises Each for a thank-offering brings.
4 Saviour, since of Zion's city
I through grace a member am, Let th~ world deride or pity,
I will glory in thy name. Fading is the worldling's treasure,
All his boasted pomp and show; Solid joy and lasting pleasure
None but Zion's children know.
John Newton.
508
Love divine, all love excelling, Joy of heaven, to earth come down,
Fix in us thy humble dwelling, All thy faithful mercies crown.
Jesus, thou art all compassion, Pure, unbounded love thou art:
Visit us with thy salvation, Enter every trembling heart.
2 Breathe, O breathe thy loving Spirit Into every troubled breast ;
Let us all in thee inherit, Let us find the promised rest.
Take away the love of sinning, Take our load of guilt away;
End the work of thy beginning- Bring us to eternal day.
Charles Wesley.
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Call Jehovah thy salvation,
Rest beneath th' Almighty's shade; In his secret habitation
Dwell, and never be dismayed. There no tumult shall alarm thee;
Thou shalt dread no hidden snare. Guile nor violence can harm thee,
In eternal safeguard there. 2 Since with pure and firm affection
Thou on God hast set thy love, With the wings of his protection
He will shield thee from above. Thou shalt call on him in trouble;
He will hearken ; he will save ; Here for grief reward thee double;
Crown with life beyond the grave.
J. MONTGOMIBV.
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NEW CHRISTIAN
Marbchio.
^ '" ' III
Gently, Lord, 0 gently lead ns Thro' this gloomy vale of tears j Thro' the changes thou'st decreed ns,
D, S. Let thy goodness never fail ns,
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Till onr last great change appears. When temptation's darts assail ns,
Lead us in thy perfect way, When in devions paths we stray,
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Thanks to thee for every blessing, Flowing from the Fount of love ;
Thanks for present good unceasing, And for hopes of bliss above.
2 Bind thy people, Lord, in union,
With the sevenfold cord of love ; Breathe a spirit of communion
With the glorious hosts above ; Let thy work be seen progressing ;
Bow each heart, and bend each knee, Till the world, thy truth possessing,
Celebrates its jubilee.
_ . „. , T. W. AVELINC.
512
Earthly joys no longer please us ;
Here would we renounce them all, Seek our only rest in Jesus,
Him our Lord and Master call. Faith, our languid spirits cheering,
Points to brighter worlds above ; Bids us look for his appearing,
Bids us triumph in his love.
2 May our lights be always burning,
And our loins be girded round, Waiting for our Lord's returning,
Longing for the welcome sound. Thus the Christian life adorning,
Never will we be afraid, Should he come at night or morning,
Early dawn or evening shade.
c. L. Fo»d.
510
Gently, Lord, O gently lead us
Through this gloomy vale of tears; Through the changes thou'st decreed us,
Till our last great change appears. When temptation's darts assail us,
When in devious paths we stray, Let thy goodness never fail us,
Lead us in thy perfect way.
2 In the hour of pain and anguish, In the hour when death draws near,
Suffer not our hearts to languish, Suffer not our souls to fear.
Let thy promise to be near us Fill our hearts with joy and peace ;
May thy presence sweetly cheer us, Till our conflicts all shall cease.
3 When this mortal life is ended, Bid us in thine arms to rest,
Till, by angel bands attended, We awake among the blest.
Then, O crown us with thy blessing, Through the triumphs of thy grace;
Then shall praises, never ceasing, Echo through thy dwelling-place.
Thos. Hastings.
511
Hail, thou God of grace and glory, Who thy name hast magnified,
Hy redemption's wondrous story, "By the Saviour crucified !
174
HYMN AND TUNE-BOOK.
513
Only waiting till the shadows
Are a little longer grown ; Only waiting till the glimmer
Of the day's last beam is flown ; Till the night of earth is faded
From the heart once full of day ; Till the stars of heaven are breaking
Through the twilight soft and gray.
2 Only waiting till the reapers
Have the last sheaf gathered home ; For the summer-time is faded,
And the autumn winds have come. Quickly, reapers, gather quickly
The last ripe hours of my heart ; For the bloom of life is withered,
And I hasten to depart.
S Only waiting till the shadows
Are a little longer grown ; Only waiting till the glimmer
Of the day's last beam is flown ; Then, from out the gathered darkness,
Holy, deathless stars shall rise, By whose light my soul shall gladly
Tread its pathway to the skies.
Mrs. F. L. Mace. FABEN. 8s&7s. D.
514
^hey are going— only going- Jesus called them long ago; j All the wintry time they 're passing.
Softly as the falling snow. i When the violets, in the spring-time,
Catch the azure of the sky, They are carried out to slumber Sweetly where the violets lie.
2 They are going — only going — When with summer earth is dressed,
In their cold hands holding roses Folded to each silent breast ;
When the autumn hangs red banners Out above the harvest sheaves,
They are going — ever going — Thick and fast, like falling leaves*
3 Little hearts forever stainless, Little hands as pure as they,
Little feet by angels guided,
Never a forbidden way — They are going, ever going,
Leaving many a lonely spot ; But 'tis Jesus who has called them .«
Suffer and forbid them not.
J. H. Wilcox.
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Didst thou bless me, didst thou chasten, With thy smile or with thy
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O how kindly hast thou led me,
Heavenly Father, day by day ; Found my dwelling, clothed and fed me,
Furnished friends to cheer my way ! Didst thou bless me, didst thou chasten,
With thy smile or with thy rod, 'Twas that still my step might hasten
Homeward, heavenward, to my God.
GUIDANCE. 8s & 7s.
2 0 how slowly have I often
Followed where thy hand would drawl How thy kindness failed to soften !
How thy chastening failed to awe ! Make me for thy rest more ready,
As thy path is longer trod ; Keep me in thy friendship steady,
Till thou call me home, my God.
Grinfield. Flotow.
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HYMN AND TUNE BOOK.
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Lord, with glowing heart I'll praise thee For the blis3 thy love bestows j
For the pardoning grace that saves n 9 D, S. Thou must light the flame, or neve
And the peace that from it flows. Help, 0 Lord, my weak endeavor ; This dull soul to rapture raise i Can my love he warmed to praise.
516
Lord, with glowing heart I'll praise thee
For the bliss thy love bestows ; For the pardoning grace that saves me,
And the peace that from it flows. Help, O Lord, my weak endeavor :
This dull soul to rapture raise ; Thou must light the flame, or never
Can my love be warmed to praise.
cl Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee,
Wretched wanderer, far astray, Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee
From the path of death away ; Praise, with love's devoutest feeling,
Him who saw thy guilt-born fear, And, the light of hope revealing,
Bade the blood-stained cross appear.
3 Lord, this bosom's ardent feeling
Vainly would my lips express ; Low before thy footstool kneeling,
Deign thy suppliant's prayer to bless ; Let thy grace, my soul's chief treasure,
Love's pure flame within me raise ; And since words can never measure,
Let my life show forth thy praise.
517
Take me, O my Father, take me — Take me, save me, through thy Son ;
That which thou wouldst have me, make me ; Let thy will in me be done.
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Long from thee my footsteps straying, Thorny proved the way I trod ;
Weary come I now, and praying — Take me to thy love, my God.
2 Fruitless years with grief recalling, Humbly I confess my sin ;
At thy feet, O Father, falling, To thy household take me in.
Freely now to thee I proffer This relenting heart of mine ;
Freely, life and soul I offer, Gift unworthy love like thine.
3 Once the world's Redeemer, dying, Bore our sins upon the tree ;
On that sacrifice relying, Now I look in hope to thee.
Father, take me ! all forgiving, Fold me to thy loving breast :
In thy love forever living, I must be forever blest.
Ray Palmer
518
Praise the God of all creation ;
Praise the Father's boundless love ; Praise the Lamb, our expiation —
Priest and King, enthroned above; Praise the Author of salvation —
Him by whom our spirits live; Undivided adoration
To the one Jehovah give.
Unknown, 1.77
NEW CHRISTIAN
CLAIOTGTON. .8s
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The angels that watched round the tomb, Where low the Redeemer was laid, \
When deep in mor - tal - i-ty's gloom He hid for a season his head;}
D. S. witnessed his ris - ing, and swept The chords with the triumphs of joy.
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When deep in mortality's gloom | The blush that spreads over its west,
He hid for a season his head ; The last lingering ray of its sun !
That vailed their fair face while he slept, Though dreary the empire of night, And ceased their sweet harps to employ, I soon shall emerge from its gloom,
Have witnessed his rising, and swept And see immortality's light
The chords with the triumphs of joy.
2 You saints, who once languished below,
But long since have entered your rest, I pant to be glorified too,
To lean on Immanuel's breast. The grave in which Jesus was laid
Has buried my guilt and my fears; And while I contemplate its shade,
The light of his presence appears.
DE FLEURY, 8s. D.
Arise on the shades of the tomb.
4 Then welcome the last rending sighs,
When these aching heart-strings shall break; When death shall extinguish these eyes,
And moisten with dew the pale cheek. No terror the prospect begets —
I am not mortality's slave ; The sunbeam of life, as it sets,
Paints a rainbow of peace o'er the grave.
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How shall I my Saviour set forth ? How shall I his beau-ties de - clare ? ) O how shall I speak of his worth, Or what his chief dig - ni-ties are ? I
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How shall I his beauties declare ? O how shall I speak of his worth,
Or what his chief dignities are? His angels can never express,
Nor saints who sit nearest his throne, How rich are his treasures of grace —
No, this is a secret unknown.
2 In him all the fullness of God Forever transcendently shines;
Though once like a mortal he stood, To finish his gracious designs.
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Though once he was nailed to the cross, Vile rebels like me to set free,
His glory sustained no loss, Eternal his kingdom shall be.
3 O sinners, believe and adore
This Saviour, so rich to redeem : No creature can ever explore
The treasures of goodness in him. Come, all you who see yourselves lost,
And feel yourselves burdened with sin, Draw near,Vhile with terror you're tossed :
Obey, and your peace shall begin.
Maxwell.
521
My gracious Redeemer I love ;
His praises aloud I'll proclaim, And join with the armies above,
To shout his adorable name. To gaze on his glories divine
Shall be my eternal employ, And feel them incessantly shine,
My boundless, ineffable joy.
2 You palaces, scepters and crowns,
Your pride with disdain I survey: Your pomps are but shadows and sounds,
And pass in a moment away. The crown that my Saviour bestows
Yon permanent "sun shall outshine; My joy everlastingly flows—
My God, my Redeemer, is mine.
B. F*ANCJ*.
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NEW CHRISTIAN
OLIPHAFT, 8s, 7s & 4s.
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God is in his holy temple : All the earthkeepsilencehere ; Worship him in truth and spirit,
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God is in bis holy temple: All the earth keep silence here ;
Worship him in truth and spirit, Reverence him with godly fear.
Holy, holy, Lord of hosts, our Lord, appear.
ZION. 8s, 7s & 4s.
2 God in Christ reveals his presence, Throned upon the mercy-seat:
Saints, rejoice ! and sinners, tremble I Each prepare his God to meet ;
Lowly, lowly, Bow adoring at his feet.
3 Hail him here with songs of praises; Him with prayers of faith sur- round ;
Hearken to his glorious gospel, While the preacher's lips ex- pound : Blessed, blessed, They who know the joyful sound. J. Montgomery.
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Hark ! ten thousand harps and voices
Sound the note of praise above ; Jesus reigns, and heaven rejoices —
Jesus reigns, the God of love. See, he sits on yonder throne ; Tesus rules the world alone.
Hallelujah ! hallelujah ! Jesus rules the world alone. '2 Jesus, hail ! whose glory brightens
All above, and gives it worth : Lord of life, thy smile enlightens,
Cheers, and charms thy saints on earth When we think of love like thine, Lord, we own it love divine.
Hallelujah ! hallelujah ! Lord, we owrfit love divine.
3 King of glory, reign forever— Thine an everlasting crown:
Nothing from thy love shall sever Those whom thou hast made thine own ;
Happy objects of thy grace,
Destined to behold thy face. Hallelujah ! hallelujah ! Destined to behold thy face.
4 Saviour, hasten thine appearing ; Bring, O bring the glorious day,
When, the awful summons hearing,
Heaven and earth shall pass away. Then, with golden harps, we'll sing, " Glory, glory to our King ! " Hallelujah ! hallelujah ! Glory, glory to our King !
Thos. Kelly.
524
On the mountain's top appearing,
Lo ! the sacred herald stands, Welcome news to Zion bearing —
Zion, long in hostile lands. Mourning captive,
God himself will loose thy bands. 2 Has thy night been long and mournful?
Have thy friends unfaithful proved ? Have thy foes been proud and scornful,
By thy sighs and tears unmoved? Cease thy mourning :
Zion still is well beloved.
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3 God, thy God, will now restore thee ; He himself appears thy Friend ;'
All thy foes shall flee before thee ; Here their boasts and triumphs end ;
Great deliverance Zion's King will surely send.
4 Peace and joy shall now attend thee; All thy warfare now be past ;
God, thy Saviour, will defend thee; Vic-to-ry is thine at last ;
All thy conflicts End in everlasting rest
Ti:os, Kelly.
NEW CHRISTIAN
CORONAL. 8s, 7s & 4s.
I. B. WOODBCTEY.
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From the fight returned victorious : Every knee to him shall bow.
Crown him, crown him: Crowns become the Victor's brow.
2 Crown the Saviour, angels, crown him!
Rich the trophies Jesus brings : In the seat of power enthrone him,
While the heavenly concert rings ; Crown him, crown him :
Crown the Saviour King of kings.
MARTON. 8s, 7s & 4s.
3 Sinners in derision crowned him, Mocking thus the Saviour's claim ,
Saints and angels, crowd around him, Own his title, praise his name ;
Crown him, crown him ; Spread abroad the Victor's name.
4 Hark, those bursts of acclamation ! Hark, those loud, triumphant chords
Jesus takes the highest station : O what joy the sight affords!
Crown him, crown him King of kings, and Lord of lords.
Thos. Kelly. Anon.
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2 It is finished : O what pleasure Do these precious words afford !
Heavenly blessings without measure Flow to us from Christ the Lord.
It is finished : Saints, the dying words record.
3 Finished all the types and shadows
Of the ceremonial law ! Finished all that God had promised !
Death and hell no more shall awe It is finished :
Saints, from this your comfort draw.
J. Evans.
527
O'er the gloomy hills of darkness, Look, my soul ; be still and gaze :
All the promises do travail With a glorious day of grace.
Blessed jubilee, Let thy glorious morning dawn.
2 Let the Indian, let the negro, Let the rude barbarian see
That divine and glorious conquest Once obtained on Calvary ;
Let the gospel Loud resound from pole to pole.
3 Kingdoms wide that sit in darkness, Grant them, Lord, the glorious light,
And from eastern coast to western May the morning chase the night.
And redemption, Freely purchased, win the day.
4 Fly abroad, thou mighty gospel Win and conquer, never cease ;
May thy lasting, wide dominion Multiply and still increase.
Sway thy scepter, Saviour, ail the world around.
W. Williams.
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Pilgrim through this bar-ren Hold me with thy powerful
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Guide me, 0 thou great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land :
1 am weak, but thou art mighty : Hold me with thy powerful hand ;
Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more.
2 Open thou the crystal fountain Whence the healing waters flow ;
Let the fiery, cloudy pillar Lead me all my journey through ;
Strong Deliverer, Be thou still my strength and shield
3 When I tread the verge of Jordan, Bid my anxious fears subside ;
Bear me through the swelling current, Land me safe on Canaan's side :
Songs of praises I will ever give to thee.
W. Williams. REGENT SQUARE. 8s, 7s & 4s
529
Praise, my soul, the King of heaven , To his feet thy tribute bring;
Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven, Who like thee his praise should sing?
Praise him, praise him, Praise the everlasting King.
2 Praise him for his grace and favor To our fathers in distress ;
Praise him, still the same forevei, Slow to chide and swift to bless;
Praise him, praise him, Glorious in his faithfulness.
3 Father-like he tends and spares us ; Well our feeble frame he knows ;
In his hands he gently bears us — Rescues us from all our foes :
Praise him, praise him, Widely as his mercy flows.
H. F. Lyte. Henry Smart.
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SIBERIA 8s, 7s & 4s.
S. B. Pond.
Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing, Fill our hearts with joy and peace ; Let us each.thy love possessing,
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Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing, Fill our hearts with joy and peace ;
Let us each, thy love possessing, Triumph in redeeming grace ;
O refresh us, Traveling through this wilderness.
2 Thanks we give, and adoration, For the gospel's joyful sound :
May the fruits of thy salvation In our hearts and lives abound ;
May thy presence With us evermore be found.
5 So, whene'er the signal's given Us from earth to call away,
Borne on angels' wings to heaven, Glad the summons to obey,
May we, ready, Else and reign m endless day.
_ _, . Shirley.
531
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.
Mark his progress : Darkness flies at his command.
3 God of Jacob, high and glorious, Let i.hy people see thy hand ;
Let the gospel be victorious Through the world, in every land;
Lee the idols Perish, Lord, at thy command.
_ __ _, . Thos. Kelly.
532
Lo ! he comes, with clouds descending, OncQ for favored sinners slain ;
Thousand thousand saints attending, Swell the triumph of his train.
Hallelujah! Jesus now shall ever reign.
2 Every eye shall now behold him Robr-d in dreadful majesty ;
Those who set at naught and sold him, Pierced and nailed him to the tree,
Deeply wailing, Shah the true Messiah see.
3 Every island, sea, and mountain, Hea ^en 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.
2 While the foe becomes more daring, While he " enters like a flood,"
God the Saviour is preparing Means to spread his truth abroad ;
Every language Soon shall tell the love of God.
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.
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Jesus wept : those tears are over, But his heart is still the same ;
Kinsman, Friend, and Elder Brother, Is his everlasting name.
Saviour, who can love like thee,
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I will lay my head on Jesus- Pillow of the troubled soul.
Truly, none can feel like thee,
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Living to retrace the story
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By me, thine only Son, Abba, Father, Father,
Let thy will be done.
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535
We speak of the realms of the blest, That country so bright and so fair,
And oft are its glories confessed : But what must it be to be there !
2 We speak of its pathways of gold, Of its walls decked with jewels so rare.
Of its wonders and pleasures untold : But what must it be to be there!
3 We speak of its freedom from sin, From sorrow, temptation and care,
From trials without and within : But what must it be to be there !
4 We speak of its service of love, The robes which the glorified wear
The Church of the First-born above ; But what must it be to be there !
5 O Lord, in this valley of woe, Our spirits for heaven prepare ;
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And all my weariness upon thee lean.
2 Here would I feed upon the bread of God ; Here drink with thee the royal wine of heaven ;
Here would I lay aside each earthly load, Here taste afresh the calm of sin forgiven.
3 Too soon we rise ; the symbols disappear ;
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Abide with me : fast falls the eventide ; The darkness deepens : Lord, with me abide ; When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day: Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away Change and decay in all around I see :
O thou who changest not, abide with me.
3 I need thy presence every passing hour : What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power? Who, like thyself, my guide and stay can be? Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me.
4 Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes ; Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies : Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee : In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.
H. F. Lyte.
538
We are on our journey home, Where Christ, our Lord, is gone ;
We shall meet around his throne, When he makes his people one, In the new Jerusalem.
2 We can see that distant home, Though clouds rise dark between ;
Faith views the radiant dome, And a luster flashes keen From the new Jerusalem.
3 O holy, heavenly home ! O rest eternal there !
When shall the exiles come Where they cease from earthly care, In the new Jerusalem?
4 Our hearts are breaking now Those mansions fair to see:
O Lord, thy heavens bow, And raise us up with thee — To the new Jerusalem.
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Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning !
Joy to the lands that in darkness have lain ! Hushed be the accents of sorrow and mourning :
Zion in triumph begins her mild reign. 2 Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning,
Long by the prophets of Israel foretold ! Hail to the millions from bondage returning !
Gentiles and Jews, the blest vision behold. 8 Lo! in the desert rich flowers are springing;
Streams ever copious are gliding along ; Loud from the mountain-tops echoes are ringing ;
Wastes rise in verdure and mingle in song. 4 See from all lands— from the isles of the ocean- Praise to Jehovah ascending on high ; Fall'n are the engines of war and commotion,
Shouts of salvation are rending the sky.
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Though troubles assail and dangers affright, Though friends should all fail, and foes all unite; Yet one thing secures us, whatever betide, The Scripture assures us, the Lord will provide.
2 The birds, without barn or store-house are fed : From them let us learn to trust for our bread ; His saints what is fitting shall ne'er be denied, So long as 'tis written, the Lord will provide.
3 We may, like the ships, by tempests be tossed On perilous deeps, but can not be lost ; Though Satan enrages the wind and the tide, The promise engages, the Lord will provide.
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1 would not live always; I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way ; The few cloudy mornings that dawn on us here Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer.
2 I would not live always ; no, welcome the tomb ! Since Jesus has lain there, I dread not its gloom ; There sweet be my /est, till he bid me arise,
To hail him in triumph descending the skies.
3 Who, who would live always, 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 ;
4 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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2 Life's dream is past, all its sin, its sadness ; Brightly at last dawns a day of gladness : Under the sod, earth, receive our treasure, To rest in God, waiting all his pleasure.
3 Though we may mourn those in life the dearest, They shall return, Christ, when thou appearest; Soon shall thy voice comfort those now weeping, Bidding rejoice all in Jesus sleeping.
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Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee, Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb;
The Saviour has passed through its portals before thee, And the lamp of his love is thy guide through the gloom.
2 Thou art gone to the grave; we no longer behold thee, Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side ;
But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee, And sinners may hope, since the Saviour has died.
3 Thou art gone to the grave, and, its mansion forsaking, Perchance thy weak spirit in doubt lingered long ;
But the sunshine of heaven beamed bright on thy waking, And the sound thou didst hear was the seraphim's song.
4 Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee, Since God was thy Ransom, thy Guardian, thy Guide ;
He gave thee, he took thee, and he will restore thee ; And death has no sting, since the Saviour has died. R. Heber.
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Peace forever shall reign.
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2 When the weary ones we love Enter on their rest above, Seems the earth so poor and vast, All our life-joy overcast? Hush ! be every murmur dumb : It is only— "Till he come."
3 See, the feast of love is spread : Drink the wine, and break the breads Sweet memorials — till the Lord Call us round his heavenly board — Some from earth, from glory some, Severed only—" Till he come."
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Hear, for Christ's sake, who is Saviour of all.
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Wake in thine arms when morning returns.— Ref.
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2 Rejoice and be glad : for the blood has been shed ; Redemption is finished, the price has been paid.
3 Rejoice and be glad : for the Lamb that was slain, O'er death is triumphant, and liveth again.
4 Rejoice and be glad : for our King is on high ; He pleadeth for us on his throne in the sky.
5 Rejoice and be glad: for he cometh again — He cometh in glory, the Lamb that was slain.
H. BONAR.
550
We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love, For Jesus who died, and is now gone above.
2 We praise thee, 0 God, for thy Spirit of light,
Who has shown us our Saviour, and scattered our night.
3 All glory and praise to the Lamb that was slain, Who has borne all our sins, and has cleansed every stain !
4 All glory and praise to the God of all grace,
Who has bought us, and sought us, and guided our ways!
5 Revive us again ; fill each heart with thy love ; May each soul be rekindled with fire from above.
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He leadeth me : O blessed thought !
0 words with heavenly comfort fraught! Whate'er I do, where'er I be,
Still, 'tis God's hand that leadeth me.— Ref.
2 Sometimes 'mid scenes of deepest gloom, Sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom, By waters still, o'er troubled sea — Still, 'tis God's hand that leadeth me. — Ref.
3 Lord, I would clasp thy hand in mine, Nor ever murmur or repine; Content, whatever lot I see,
Since 'tis my God that leadeth me. — Ref.
4 And when my task on earth is done, When by thy grace the victory's won. E'en death's cold wave I will not flee, Since God thro' Jordan leadeth me.— Ref.
r-p-Q J. H. GlLMORE.
The Lord himself doth condescend To be my Shepherd and my Friend ;
1 on his faithfulness rely,
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In pastures green he doth me lead, And there in safety makes me feed ; Refreshing streams are ever nigh, My thirsty soul to satisfy.
2 When strayed, or languid, I complain, His grace revives my soul again ; For his name's sake in ways upright He makes me walk with great delight. Yea, when death's gloomy vale I tread, With joy, e'en there, I'll lift my head; From fear and dread he'll keep me free, His rod and staff shall comfort me.
3 Thou spreadst a table, Lord, for mc, Wnile foes with spite thy goodness see; Thou dost my head with oil anoint, And a full cup for me appoint. Goodness and mercy shall to me, Through all my life' extended be; And when my pilgrimage is o'er, I'll dwell with thee for evermore.
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Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer, That calls me from a world of care, And bids me, at my Father's throne, Make all my wants and wishes known ! In seasons of distress and grief My soul has often found relief, And oft escaped the tempter's snare, By thy return, sweet hour of prayer.
2 Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer, The joy I feel, the bliss I share
Of those whose anxious spirits burn With strong desires for thy return ! With such I hasten to the place Where God, my Saviour, shows his face, And gladly take my station there, And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer.
3 Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer, Thy wings shall my petition bear
To him whose truth and faithfulness Engage the waiting soul to bless ; And since he bids me seek his face, Believe his word, and trust his grace, I'll cast on him my every care, And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer.
W. W. Walford.
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| And is the gospel peace and love ?
Such let our conversation be — The serpent blended with the dove,
Wisdom and meek simplicity. Whene'er the angry passions rise And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strife, | On Jesus let us fix our eyes,
Bright pattern of the Christian life.
2 O how benevolent and kind ! How mild ! how ready to forgive !
Be his the temper of our mind, And his the rules by which we live.
To do his heavenly Father's will Was his employment and delight ;
Humility, and love, and zeal Shone through his life divinely bright
3 Dispensing good where'er he came, The labors of his life were love:
O if we love the Saviour's name, Let his divine example move!
Thy fair example may we trace, To teach us what we ought to be ;
Make us, by thy transforming grace, Lord Jesus, daily more like thee.
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Awake, my soul, to joyful lays, And sing the great Redeemer's praise: He justly claims a song from me— His loving kindness, O how free !
2 He saw me ruined in the fall, Yet loved me, notwithstanding all ; He saved me from my lost estate — His loving kindness, O how great !
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4 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud, Has gathered thick and thundered loud, He near my soul has always stood — His loving kindness, O how good
HAPPY DAY. L. M,
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0 happy day, that fixed my choice On thee, my Saviour and my God !
Well may this glowing heart rejoice, And tell its raptures all abroad. — Cho.
2 O happy bond, that seals my vows To him who merits all my love !
Let cheerful anthems fill his house, While to that sacred shrine I move.— Cho.
3 'Tis done, the great transaction's done ;
I am my Lord's and he is mine; He drew me, and I followed on,
Charmed to confess the voice divine.— Cho.
4 Now rest, my long-divided heart, Fixed on this blissful center, rest; Here have I found a nobler part, Hen heavenly pleasures fill my breast — Ciia Philip Doddsjuc*. 200
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Just as I am, without one plea, But that thy blood was shed for me, And that thou bidd'st me come to thee,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come. 2 Just as I am, and waiting not To rid my soul of one dark blot; To thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come. 5 Just as lam, though tossed about With many a conflict, many a doubt ; With fears within, and foes without —
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.
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4 Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind, — Sight, riches, healing of the mind, Yea, all I need, in thee to find —
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.
5 Just as I am — thou wilt receive, Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve, Because thy promise I believe —
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.
6 Just as I am — thy love unknown, Has broken every barrier down ; Now to be thine, yea, thine alone,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.
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3 There is a seen? where spirits blend, Where friend holds fellowship with friend; Though sundered far, by faith they meet Around one common mercy-seat.
4 Ah ! whither could we flee for aid, When tempted, desolate, dismayed ;
?is found be-neath the mer-cy - seat.
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Or how the host of hell defeat, Had suffering souls 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 O let my hand forget her skill, My tongue be silent, cold, and still, This bounding heart forget to beat, Ere I forget the mercy-seat.
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Life is the time to serve the Lord,
The time t' insure the great reward ;
And while the lamp holds out to burn,
O hasten, sinner, to return.
2 Life is the hour that God has given | 2 To-morrow's sun may never rise,
T' escape from hell, and fly to heaven ; To bless thy long deluded sight ;
The day of grace, when mortals may This is the time . O then be wise —
And close thine eyes against the light ; Poor sinner, harden not thine heart: Thou wouldst be saved ■ why not to-night \
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 passed In the cold grave to which we haste : O may we all receive thy grace, And see with joy thy smiling race.
Isaac Watts. ROSECRANS. L. M., with Refrain,
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4 Our blessed Lord refuses none Who would to him their souls unite;
Believe, obey him, and 'tis done : Thou wouldst be saved : why not to-night?
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There stands a Rock, on shores of time, That rears to heaven its head sublime That Rock is cleft, and they are blest Who find within this cleft a rest.
Cho.— Some build their hopes on the
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or their land ; Mine's on the Rock that forever shall stand, Jesus, the " Re *\ of Ages."
2 That Rock's a cross, its arms out Celestial glory bathes its head ; To its firm base my all I bring, And to the Cross of Ages cling. — Cho.
3 That Rock's a Tower, whose lofty
height, Illumed with heaven's unclouded light, Opes wide its gates beneath the dome, Where saints find rest with Christ at
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Till all the ransomed Church of God Be saved, to sin no more.
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Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die.
5 And when this lisping, stammering tongue Lies silent in the grave,
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4 I own I'm guilty, own I'm vile ;
Yet thy salvation's free : Then in thy all-abounding grace,
O Lord, remember me. — Ref.
5 And when I close my eyes in death.
And creature helps all flee, Then, () my great Redeemer, Lord, I pray, remember me.— Ref.
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Must Jesus bear the cross alone,
And all the world go free ? No; there's a cross for every one,
And there's a cross for me.
2 The consecrated cross I'll bear Till death shall set me free,
And then go home my crown to wear— For there's a crown for me.
3 Upon the crystal pavement, down At Jesus' pierced feet,
Joyful I'll cast my golden crown, And his dear name repeat.
4 O precious cross ! O glorious crown ! O resurrection day !
Ye angels, from the stars come down, j Thy Father calls— no longer mourn And bear my soul away. "Tis love invites thee near.
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PASSING AWAY. C. M., with Chorus. A. D. Fillmore.
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Return, O wanderer, now return, And seek thy Father's face :
Those new desires which in thee burn Were kindled by his grace.
2 Return, O wanderer, now return : He hears thy humble sigh ;
He sees thy softened spirit mourn, When no one else is nigh.
3 Return, O wanderer, now return : Thy Saviour bids thee live :
Go to his feet, and grateful learn How freely he'll forgive.
4 Return, O wanderer, now return, And wipe the falling tear :
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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 Must I be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease,
While others fought to win the prize, And sailed through bloody seas ?
3 Are there no foes for me to face ? Must I not stem the flood ?
Is this vile world a friend to grace, To help me on to God ?
i Sure I must fight if I would reign : Increase my courage, Lord.
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported by thy word.
5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war, Shall conquer, though they die ;
They see the triumph from afar, With Faith's discerning eye.
6 When that illustrious day shall rise, And all thine armies shine,
In robes of victory through the skies, The glory shall' be thine.
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I'M not ashamed to own my Lord
Nor to defend his cause ; Maintain the honor of his word,
The glory of his cross.
Isaac Watts.
2 Jesus, my Lord, I know his name, His name is all my trust ;
Nor will he put my soul to shame, Nor let my hope be lost.
3 Firm as his throne his promise stands, And he can well secure
What I've committed to his hands Till the decisive hour.
4 Then will he own my worthless name Before his Father's face,
And in the New Jerusalem Appoint for me a place.
_ _ __ Isaac Watts.
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Ye men and angels, witness now : Before the Lord we speak ;
To him we make our solemn vow— A vow we dare not break —
2 That, long as life itself shall last, Ourselves to Christ we yield ;
Nor from his cause will we depart, Or ever quit the field.
3 We trust not in our native strength, But on his grace rely :
May he, with our returning wants, All needful aid supply.
4 O guide our doubtful feet aright^ And keep us in thy ways ;
And, while we turn our vows to prayers, Turn thou our prayers to praise.
Benj. Beddomk
HYMN AND TUNE-BOOK.
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Alas ! and did my Saviour bleed? And did my Sovereign die? Would he devote that sacred head D, C. Yes, Jesus died for all mankind : Bless God, salvation's free.
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2 Was it for crimes that I had done He groaned upon the tree ?
Amazing pity ! grace unknown ! And love beyond degree ! — Cho.
3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, And shut his glories in,
When God's own Son was crucified For man the creature's sin. — Cho.
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4 Thus might I hide my blushing face While his dear cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, And melt mine eyes to tears. —Cho.
5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay The debt of love I owe :
Here, Lord, I give myself away — 'Tis all that I can do. — Cho.
Isaac Watts. Anon.
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2 Lord, I believe ; but gloomy fea^s Sometimes bedim my sight ;
I look to thee with prayers and tears, And cry for strength and light. — Ref.
My weakness strengthen, and bestow The confidence I seek.— Kef.
3 Lord, I believe ; but oft, I know, My faith is cold and weak :
4 Yes, I believe ; and only thou
Canst give my soul relief: Lord, to thy truth my spirit bow ; 11 Help thou mine unbelief."— Ref. J R Wrbfor© 207
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WHERE'ER THOU GOEST. C. M., with Chorus,
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D, S, Where'er thou goest I will go,
But thou'lt not lead a-stray. Wher-e'er thou goest I will go, Near thee I'll keep each day; Through all life's weary w.iy,
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Where'er thou goest I will go:
Dear Saviour, lead the way : Just where, or how, I do not know,
But thou'lt not lead astray.— Cho
2 Where'er thou goest I will go,
Though up the mountain steep ; A faithful Guide thou art, I know,
So close to thee I'll keep.— Cho.
COWPER, C. M.
3 Where'er thou goest I will go, Though in some lonely dell;
Thou wilt be there — how sweet to know: And cheerless hours dispel. — Cho.
4 Where'er thou goest I will go, Through all my life's rough way ;
And, at its end, I'll pass, I know, Into an endless day.— Cho.
T. E. Hall.
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Who hears the joyful sound !
2 Come, then, with all your wants and wounds,
Your every burden bring ; Here love, unchanging love, abounds—
A deep, celestial spring.
3 This spring with living water flows, And heavenly joy imparts:
Come, thirsty souls, your wants disclose, And drink with thankful hearts.
4 Millions of sinners, vile as you, Have here found life and peace :
Come, then, and prove its virtues, too, And drink, adore, and bless.
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3 When shall I reach that happy place,
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And in his bosom rest?— Cho.
4 Filled with delight, my raptured soul Would here no longer "stay ;
Though Jordan's waves around me roll, Fearless I'd launch away.— -Oho.
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Wholly to thee. Watch thou my wayward feet, Guide me with counsel sweet ;
Purer in heart, Help me to be.
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Help me to be ; Teach me to do thy will
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3 Purer in heart, 0 God,
Help me to be ; That I thy holy face
One day may see. Keep me from secret sin, Reign thou my soul within ;
Purer in heart, Help me to be.
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Nearer, my God, to thee,
Nearer to thee ; E'en though it be a cross
That raisetb me ! Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my Goa\ to thee !
Nearer to thee !
2 Though like the wanderer, Daylight all gone,
Darkness be over me,
My rest a stone ; Yet, in my dreams I'd be Nearer, my God, to thee,
Nearer to thee.
3 There let the way apj^ear, Steps unto heaven ;
All that thou sendest me, In mercy given ;
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More love to thee, O Christ,
More love to thee ! Hear thou the prayer I make
On bended knee : This is my earnest plea — More love, O Christ, to thee !
More love to thee ! 2 Once earthly joy I craved—
Sought peace and rest/ Now thee alone I seek :
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Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee.
4 Then, with my waking thoughts Bright with thy praise,
Out of my stony griefs
Bethel I'll raise; So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to thee,
Nearer to thee.
5 Or if, on joyful wing, Cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot,
Upward I fly ; Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to thee !
Nearer to thee !
Mrs. S. F. Adams.
This all my prayer shall be — More love, O Christ, to thee ; More love to thee !
3 Then shall my latest breath
Whisper thy praise ; This be the parting cry
My heart shall raise — This still its prayer shall be, More love, O Christ, to thee !
More love to thee !
Mrs. E. P Prentiss.
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My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary,
Saviour divine : Now hear me while I pray ; Take all my guilt away ; O let me, from this day,
Be wholly thine.
2 May thy rich grace impart Strength to my fainting heart,
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4 When ends life's transient dream. When death's cold, sullen stream
Shall o'er me roll, Blest Saviour, then, in love, Fear and distrust remove ; O bear me safe above —
A ransomed soul.
Ray Palmer.
Cling to the Pardoning One,
He speaketh peace; Cling to the Healing One,
Anguish shall cease.
3 Cling to the Bleeding One.
Cling to his side ; Cling to the Risen One,
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Joy lights thine eyes.
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3 Of all friends the fairest And truest is he ;
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4 His beauty, though bleeding And circled with thorns,
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Purer yet and purer
I would be in mind, Dearer yet and dearer
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Saviour, thy dying love
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Long I was a wanderer —
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Human and Divine. High he lived in glory —
Low to earth he came ; Told the wondrous story,
Life in Jesus' name.
2 Equal with the Father- Poor like man on earth ;
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Hated and rejected, For our sins to die ;
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3 "I will ne'er forsake thee " — Thus his promise stands;
"In my hands I'll bear thee O'er the burning sands."'
Full on him relying, Weakness is my strength;
Waiting, toiling, dying, Heaven is mine at length.
4 Sweet, so sweet, the service Which to him I give:
Hearken — come — dear sinner : Now my soul doth live.
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585
Jesus, I will trust thee,
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Surely he will flee When I utter, "Jesus,
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2 Jesus, I will trust thee ;
There is none beside ; In thine arms of mercy
I will ever hide ;
And for my acceptance,
This my only plea — Jesus died for sinners,
Jesus died for me.
3 Jesus, I will trust thee ;
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Gathers on my brow ; Trust thee in the sunshine,
Trust thee in the shade ; With thy precious shelter,
I am not afraid.
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4 'Tis Jesus who confirms The blessed work within,
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5 And he assurance gives To loyal hearts and true,
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NEARER MY HOME. S. M., with Chorus
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A crown of glory bright,
By eyes of faith I see, In realms of uncreated light,
Laid up in heaven for me. — Cho.
2 O may I faithful prove, And keep that crown in view ,
Sustained by faith and hope and love, My heavenward way pursue. — Cho.
3 Jesus, be thou my guide ; My every step attend ;
By day and night, be near my side, And keep me to the end. — Cho.
4 Be thou my hiding-place, My ever-present guard ;
And help me, by thy sovereign grace. To reach my great reward.
Arr. by L. H. Jameson.
588
I'M but a stranger here,
Heaven is my home; Earth is a desert drear,
Heaven is my home ; Danger and sorrow stand Round me on every hand; Heaven is my father-land —
Heaven is my home.
2 What though the tempest rage !
Heaven is my home ; 3hort is my pilgrimage,
Heaven is my home.
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And time's wild wintry blast Soon will be overpast ; I shall reach home at last — Heaven is my home.
3 There, at my Saviour's side- Heaven is my home —
I shall be glorified ; Heaven is u\y home.
There with the good and blest,
Those I loved most and best,
I shall forever rest — Heaven is my home.
T. P. Taylo*.
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1 hear the Saviour say,
Thy strength indeed is small : Come to me— I'll be thy stay ; Find in me thine all in all.— Cho.
2 For nothing good have I Whereby thy grace to claim- Jesus died my soul to save,
And blessed be his name.— Cho.
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3 When from my dying bed My ransomed soul shall rise,
"Jesus died my soul to save," Shall rend the vaulted skies. — Cho.
4 And when, before the throne, I stand in him complete,
"Jesus died my soul to save," My lips shall still repeat.
Mrs. E. M. Hall, alt. J. H. Fillmore.
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I BRING MY SINS TO THEE. 6s & 8s. 6 1.
P. P. Bliss.
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I bring my sins to thee, The sins I can not count,
That all may cleansed be In thy once opened fount—
1 bring them, Saviour, all to thee The burden is too great for me.
2 I bring my grief to thee, The grief I can not tell ;
No words shall needed be,
Thou knowest all so well— I bring the sorrow laid on me, O suffering Saviour, all to thee.
3 My joys to thee I bring, The joys thy love has given,
That each may be a wing
To lift me nearer heaven — I bring them, Saviour, all to thee, Who hast procured them all for me.
4 My life I bring to thee ;
I would not be my own : 0 Saviour, let me be
Thine ever, thine alone— My heart, my life, m y all I bring To thee, my Saviour and my King.
Miss. F. R. Havergal.
591
My spirit longs for thee Within my troubled breast,
Though I unworthy be Of so divine a Guest.
2 Of so divine a Guest Unworthy though I be,
Yet has my heart no rest Unless it come from thee.
3 Unless it come from thee, In vain I look around ;
In all that I can see No rest is to be found.
4 No rest is to be found But in thy blessed love :
O let my wish be crowned, And send it from above.
John Byrom
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3 I, who spurned his loving hold ; I, who would not be controlled ;
I, who would not hear his call ; I, the willful prodigal —
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4 To my Father can I go ? At his feet myself I'll throw ; In his house there yet may be Place — a servant's place — for me.
5 See ! my Father waiting stands See ! he reaches out his hands : God is love ; I know, I see, Love for me — yes, even me.
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Sinners, turn— why will you die? God, your Maker, asks you why ; God, who did your being give, Made you with himself to live.
2 Sinners, turn— why will you die ? Christ, your Saviour, asks you why- He who did your souls retrieve,
He who died" that you might live.
3 Will you let him die in vain? Crucify Vour Lord again ?
Why, you ransomed sinners, why Will you slight his grace and die?
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4 Will you not his grace receive? Will you still refuse to live ? O you dying sinners, why — Why will you forever die?
_ _ _ Charles Wesley,
595
'Tis religion that can give Sweetest pleasure while we live ; Tis religion must supply Solid comfort when we die.
2 After death, its joys will be Lasting as eternity ; Be the living God my friend, I Then my bliss shall never end.
Unknown. Lowell Mason.
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To-day the Saviour calls, Ye wanderers, come:
O ye benighted souls, Why longer roam?
2 To-day the Saviour calls O hear him now ;
"Within these sacred walls To Jesus bow.
3 To-day the Saviour calls : For refuge fly —
The storm of vengeance falls, And death is nigh.
4 The Saviour calls to-day : Yield to his power;
O grieve him not away I 'Tis mercy's hour.
S. F. Sutra
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I shall full salvation iind.— Ref.
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Soul and body, thine to be — Wholly thine for evermore. — Ref-
4 Gladly I accept thy grace;
Gladly I obey thy word ; All thy promises embrace,
O my Saviour and my Lord ! — Ref
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M. M. Wells.
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Sing them over again to me,
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Wonderful words of life : Words of life and beauty, Teach me faith and duty —
Beautiful words, wonderful words,
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2 Christ, the blessed One, gives to all,
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3 Nothing in my hand I bring; Simply to thy cross I cling; Naked, come to thee for dress; Helpless, look to thee for grace; Foul, I to the fountain fly : Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
4 While I draw this fleeting breath, When my heart-strings break in death, When I soar to worlds unknown, See thee on thy judgment throne, Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee.
A. M. TOPLADY.
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From the cross, uplifted high, Where the Saviour deigns to die, What melodious sounds we hear, Bursting on the ravished ear ! Love's redeeming work is done : Come, and welcome, sinner, come.
2 Seated on bis glorious throne, Now he makes our cause his own ; Offers pardon through his blood, Joy of heart, and peace with God. BoV the knee, embrace the Son ; Come, and welcome, sinner, come.
3 Spread for thee, the festal board, See, with richest dainties stored ; To thy Father's bosom pressed, Yet again a child confessed, Never from his house to roam, Come, and welcome, sinner, come.
4 Soon the days of life shall end ; Lo ! I come, your Saviour, Friend, Safe j'our spirit to convey
To the realms of endless day :
Up to my eternal home,
Come, and welcome, sinner, come.
~~~ T. Haweis.
603
Jesus, Lamb of God, for me Thou, the Lord of life, didst die :
Whither— whither, but to thee, Can a trembling sinner fly?
Death's dark waters o'er me roll :
Save, O save my sinking soul.
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2 All my soul, by love subdued, Melts in deep contrition there ;
By thy mighty grace renewed,
New-born hope forbids despair. Lord, thou canst my guilt forgive ; Thou hast bid me look and live.
3 While with broken heart I kneel, Sinks the inward storm to rest ;
i Life, immortal life, I feel
Kindled in my throbbing breast ; Thine, forever thine, I am : Glory to the bleeding Lamb !
Ray Palmer.
604
Now, from labor and from care, Evening shades have set me free ;
In the work of praise and prayer, Lord, I would converse with thee :
O beli old me from above,
Fill me with a Saviour's love.
2 Sin and sorrow, guilt and woe, Wither all my earthly joys ;
Naught can charm me here below, But my Saviour's melting voice ; Lord, forgive — thy grace restore, Make me thine for evermore.
3 For the blessings of this day, For the mercies of this hour,
For the gospel's cheering ray,
For the Spirit's quickening power — Grateful notes to thee I raise : O accept my song of praise.
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3 And her sorrows quickly fled, When she heard his welcome voice^
Christ had risen from the dead ; Now he bids her heart rejoice.
What a change his word can make- Turning darkness into day!
You who weep for Jesus' sake, He will wipe your tears away.
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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 ; Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life is past ; Safe into the haven guide;
O receive my soul at last.
2 Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on thee :
Leave, O leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me.
A.11 my trust on thee is stayed, Ali my help from thee I* bring :
Cover my defenseless head With the shadow of thy wing.
3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want ; Boundless love in thee I find :
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is thy name, Prince of peace and righteousness —
Most unworthy, Lord, I am ; Thou art full of love and grace.
4 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 ; Spring thou up within my heart,
"Rise to all eternity.
Charles Wesley.
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What could your Redeemer do More than he has done for you? To procure your peace with God, Could he more than shed his blood ? After all this flow of love, All his drawings from above, Why will you your Lord den3r? Why will you resolve to die ?
2 " Turn/* he cries, " O sinner, tarn! By his life your God hath sworn
He would have you turn and live- He would all the world receive. If your death were his delight, Would he thus to life invite? Would he ask, beseec/i, and cry, Why will you resolve to die?"
3 Sinners, turn, while God is near : He has left you naught to fear ; Now, e'en now, your Saviour stands, All day long he spreads his hands ; Cries — " You will not happy be: No, you will not come to me—
Me, who life to none deny : Why will you resolve to die?"
4 Can you doubt that God is love, Who thus calls you from above? Will you not his word receive ? Will you not his oath believe? See, the suffering Lord appears ; Jesus weeps: believe his tears — Mingled with his blood, they cry, "Why will you resolve to die?"
Charles Wgst3s
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2 But now I am a soldier, My Captain's gone before;
He's given me my orders, And tells me not to fear.
And if I hold out faithful, A crown of life he '11 give;
And all his valiant soldiers Eternal life shall have.
3 Through grace I am determined To conquer, though I die ;
And then away to Jesus On wings of love I'll fly.
Farewell to sin and sorrow— I bid them both adieu ;
And you, my friends, prove faithful, And still your way pursue.
4 O do not be discouraged, For Jesus is your Friend ;
And if you long for knowledge, On him you may depend ;
Neither will he upbraid you, Though often you request ;
He'll give you grace to conquer, And take you home to rest.
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Stand up, stand up for Jesus,
Ye soldiers of the cross; Lift high his royal banner :
It must not suffer loss ; From victory unto victory
His army shall he lead, Till every foe is vanquished,
And Christ is Lord indeeu.
2 Stand up, stand up for Jesus; The trumpet call obey ;
Forth to the mighty conflict, In this his glorious day.
*4 Ye that are men, now serve him,'' Against unnumbered foes ;
Let courage rise with danger, And strength to strength oppose.
3 Stand up, stand up for Jesus — Stand in his strength alone :
The arm of flesh will fail you— Ye dare not trust your own :
Put on the gospel armor, And, watching unto prayer,
Where duty calls, or danger, Be never wanting there.
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I saw the cross of Jesus, When burdened with my sm ;
I sought the cross of Jesus, To give me peace within ;
1 brought my soul to Jesus, He cleansed it in his blood ;
And in the cross of Jesus, I found my peace with God.
2 Sweet is the cross of Jesus! There let my weary heart
Still rest in peace unshaken, Till with him, ne'er to part ;
And then in strains of glory I'll sing his wondrous power.
Where sin can never enter, And death is known no more. Unknow*
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The morning light is breaking;
The darkness disappears ; The sons of earth are waking
To penitential tears ; Each breeze that sweeps the ocean
Brings tidings from afar, Of nations in commotion,
Prepared for Zion's war.
2 See heathen nations bending Before the God we love,
And thousand hearts ascending In gratitude above ;
While sinners, now confessing,
The gospel call obey, And seek the Saviour's blessing,
A nation in a day.
3 Blest river of salvation,
Pursue thine onward way ; Flow thou to every nation,
Nor in thy richness stay. Stay not till all the lowly
Triumphant reach their home ; Stay not till all the holy
Proclaim, " The Lord is come ! '
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Ho ! reapers of life's harvest,
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And day begins to fade? Why stand ye idle, waiting
For reapers more to come? The golden morn is passing :
Why sit ye idle, dumb?
2 Thrust in your sharpened sickle,
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I love to tell the story ; It did so much for me —
And that is just the reason I tell it now to thee.— Cho.
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I sing the new, new song, 'Twill be the old, old story
That I have loved so long. — Cho.
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2 Jerusalem the Golden, When sun sets in the west,
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And midnight's starry torches, Through intermediate gloom,
Are waving with their welcome To thy eternal home. — Cho.
3 Jerusalem the Golden- There all our birds that flew,
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And all the glad life-music,
Now heard no longer here, Shall come again to greet us,
As we are drawing near. — Cho. 4 Jerusalem the Golden,
1 toil on, day by day; Heart-sore each night with longing,
I stretch my hands and pray That, midst thy leaves of healing,
My soul shall find her rest, Where the wicked cease from troublirg,
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Is it for me, dear Saviour, Thy glory and thy rest —
For me, so weak and sinful ? O shall I be so blest?— Cho.
2 Is it for me, thy welcome,
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I bless thee, and I love thee, And thee I long to meet.— Cho.
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Dear Saviour, I must praise thee, And love thee evermore. — Cho.
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4 I could not do without thee ;
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The river must be passed. But thou wilt never leave me;
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3 We now are n earing heaven, And soon shall be at rest ;
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There is a habitation, Built by the living God,
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Nor wars, nor desolations Shall ev.r move a stone. — Cho.
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4 Within its pearly portals, xVngelic armies sing,
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By and bv, by and by ; WTe shall gather on the shore, With our kindred gone before, And the Saviour's name adore,
By and ^y, by and by. 2 All our sorrows shall be past,
By and *,y. by and by ; We shall reach our home at last,
By and r>y, by and by;
With the ransomed we shall stand There, a holy, happy band, Crowned with glory in that land,
By and by, by and b\*. 3 There we'll join the ranscmed throng,
By and by, by and by, Chanting love's redeeming song,
By and by, by and by; There we'll meet before the throne, There we'll lay our trophies down, And receive a shining crown,
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W. T. Dai,*.
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• J. S. Lowe.
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2 The deeds we do, the words we say, Into still air they seem to fleet ;
We count them ever past ; But they shall last — And in the judgment-day, We them shall meet.
3 I charge thee by the years gone by. For the love's sake of brethren dear, Keep, thou, the one true way Through all thy day, Lest in that world their cry Of woe thou hear.
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3 For those who sleep, And those who weep,
Above the portals narrow,
The mansions rise Beyond the .skies — We're going home to-morrow. — Cho.
4 O joyful song ! O ransomed throne:,
Where sin no more shall sever! Our King to see, And, O to be
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3 He knows, when, faint and worn, we sink, How deep the pain, how near the brink | Of dark despair we pause and shrink— He knows it all.
2 He knows how hard the fight has been, j 4 He knows! O thought so full of bliss.' The clouds that come our lives between, | For though on earth our joys we miss, The wounds the world has never seen — | We still can bear it, feeling this — He knows it all. He knows it all.
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2 No tranquil joys on earth I know, No peaceful, sheltering dome;
This world's a wilderness of woe, This world is not my home. — Clio.
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And lean for succor on his breast, Till he conduct me home. — Cho.
4 I sought at once my Saviour's side , No more my steps shall roam ;
With him I'll brave death's chilling tide. And reach my heavenly home. — Cho.
Elizabeth Mills.
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What a Friend we have in Jesus,
All our sins and griefs to bear ! What a privilege to carry
Every thing to God in prayer 1 O what peace we often forfeit,
O what needless pain we bear, All because we do not carry
Every thing to God in prayer!
2 Have we trials and temptations?
Is there trouble anywhere? We should never be discouraged :
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Can we find a friend so faithful, Who will all our sorrows share?
Jesus knows our every weakness : Take it to the Lord in prayer.
3 Are we weak and heavy-laden, < Cumbered with a load of care? I Precious Saviour, still our refuge —
Take it to the Lord in prayer ! 1 Do thy friends despise, forsake thee?
Take it to the Lord in prayer; In his arms he'll take and shield thee Thou wilt find a solace there.
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J've found the pearl of greatest price ; My heart doth sing for joy ;
\nd sing I must, for Christ is mine- Christ shall my song employ.— Cho.
1 Christ is my Prophet, Priest, and King ;—
My Prophet, full of light ; My great High Priest before the throne,
My King of heavenly might.— Cho.
3 For he, indeed, is Lord of lords, And he the King of kings ;
He is the Sun of righteousness, With healing in his wings. — Cho.
4 Christ is my peace ; he died for me ; For me he shed his blood,
And, as my wondrous Sacrifice, Offered himself to God.— Cho.
5 Christ Jesus is my all in all, My comfort and my love ;
My life below, and he shall be My joy and crown above.
John Mason
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Pass me not, O gentle Saviour;
Hear my humble cry ; While on others thou art smiling,
Do not pass me by. — Cho.
2 Let me at thy throne of mercy
Find a sweet relief, Kneeling there in deep contrition;
Help mine unbelief.— Cho.
3 Trusting only in thy merits Would I seek thy face :
Heal my wounded, broken spirit, Save me by thy grace. — Cho.
4 Thou the Spring of all my comfort. More than life to me,
Whom on earth have I beside thee ? Whom in heaven but thee ?— Cho.
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There the bright and morning star Sheds its beams around me.— Cho.
3 Near the cross ! O Lamb of God, Bring its scenes before me;
Help me walk from day to day, With its shadow o'er me.— Cho.
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Shout the tidings of salvation To the aged and the young ;
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2 Shout the tidings of salvation O'er the prairies of the West,
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3 Shout the tidings of salvation, Mingling with the ocean's roar,
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4 Shout the tidings of salvation, O'er the islands of the sea,
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Bless-ed Bible, how I love it !
How it doth my bosom cheer! What hath earth like this to covet?
O what stores of wealth are here ! Man was lost, and doomed to sorrow ;
Not one ray of light or bliss Could he from earth's treasures borrow,
Till his way was cheered by this.
2 Yes, I'll to my bosom press thee ;
Precious Word, I'll hide thee here; Sure my very heart will bless thee,
For thou ever say'st " Good cheer ! "
Speak, my heart, and tell thy ponderings, Tell how far thy rovings led,
When this book brought back thy wanderings, Speaking life as from the dead.
3 Yes, sweet Bible, I will hide thee.
Hide thee, richly in this heart; Thou, through all my life, wilt guide me,
And in death we will not part. Part in death ! no, never, never !
Through death's vale I'll lean on thee; Then in worlds above, forever,
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2 Though he may send some affliction, 'Twill but make me long for home;
For in love, and not in anger, All his chasten ings will come. — Oho
3 Enemies may strive to injure, Satan all his arts employ ;
He will turn what seems to harm me Into everlasting joy.— Cho.
4 So, while here the cross I'm bearing, Meeting storms and billows wild,
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2 Satan ever watches round him. Seeks to find the weakest part,
And in moments most unheeded Quickly throws his fiery dart.— Cho.
3 If perchance thy heart grows wearv With the struggle and the fight,
And the day seems dark and dreary, Little sunshine, little light;— Cho.
4 Be that light but faint and feeble, It shall guide thee evermore,
And at every battle leave thee Stronger than thou wast before. — Cho.
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Let this promise still be cherished. "I will guide thee with mine eye."— Ref.
4 When the shades of life are falling, And the hour has come to die,
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Soon the evening shadows falling,
Close the day of mortal life ; Soon the hand of death appalling,
Draws thee from its weary strife
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3 O how fatal 'tis to linger! Are you ready — ready now — Are you ready? Are you ready? j Ready" should death's icy finger
'Tis the Spirit calling: why delaj^? Are you ready? Are you ready? Do not linger longer; come to-day.
2 Soon the awful trumpet sounding, Calls thee to the judgment- throne ;
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Lay its chill upon thy brow? — Ref.
4 Priceless love and free salvation, Freely still are offered thee :
Yield no longer to temptation, But from sin and sorrow flee. — Ref
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Oho. — Sing, O sing of my Redeemer : With his blood he ransomed me ;
On the cross he sealed my pardon, Gave his life and made me free.
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4 I will sing of my Redeemer, And his heavenly love to me ;
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2 Take the name of Jesus ever, As a shield from every snare ;
If temptations round you gather, Breathe that holy name in prayer. — Cho.
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3 Come and taste the love of Jesus, At his feet thy burdens lay ;
Trust him with* thy grief and sorrow, Bear this joyful song away. — Cho.
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My days are gliding swiftly by, And I, a pilgrim stranger,
Would not detain them as they fly, Those hours of toil and danger.— Cho.
2 We'll gird our loins, my brethren dear, Ou"- distant home discerning ;
Our absent Lord has left us word, Let every lamp be burning.— Cho.
3 Should coming days be cold and dark, We need not cease our singing ;
That perfect rest naught can molest, Where golden harps are ringing. — Cho.
4 Let sorrow's rudest tempest blow, Each cord on earth to sever ;
Our King says " Come ;" and there's our home, Forever, O forever !— Cho.
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3 O bring me nearer, nearer still, That thine own peace my soul may fill, And I may rest in thy sweet will :
Lord, draw me close to thee.— Cho.
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2 Let the world despise and leave me —
It has left my Saviour too ; Human hearts and looks deceive me—
Thou art not, like them, untrue ; Whilst thy graces shall adorn me,
God of wisdom, love, and might, Foes may hate, and friends may scorn me —
Show thy face, and all is bright,
8 Go, then, earthly fame and treasure,
Come, disaster, scorn and pain ; In thy service, pain is pleasure ;
With thy favor, loss is gain. I have called thee, Abba, Father;
I have set my heart on thee ; Storms may howl, and clouds may gather,
All will work for good to me.
4 Man may trouble and distress me — 'Twill but drive me to thy breast;
Life with trials hard may press me — Heaven will bring me sweeter rest.
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Soul, then know thy full salvation,
Rise o'er sin and fear and care, Joy to find in every station ;
Something still to do or bear; Think what Spirit dwells within thee,
Think what Father's smiles are thine . Think that Jesus died to save thee:
Child of heaven, canst thou repine?
2 Haste thee on from grace to glory,
Armed by faith, and winged by prayer; Heaven's eternal day's before thee —
God's own hand shall guide thee there Soon shall close thy earthly mission:
Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days; Hope shall change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.
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We shall sing the song of glory When this earthly toil i9 over,
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2 If we err in human blindness, And forget that we are dust ;
If we miss the law of kindness When we struggle to be just,
Snowy wings of peace shall cover All the plain that hides away,
When the weary watch is over, And the mists have cleared away. — Cho.
3 When the silver mist has vailed us From the faces of our own,
Oft we deem their love has failed us, And we tread our path alone ;
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If the mists were cleared away.— Cho. 4 When the mists have risen above is,
As our Father knows his own, Face to face with those that love us,
We shall know as we are known. Lo ! beyond the orient meadows
Floats the golden fringe of day; Heart to heart, we bide the shadows
Till the mists have cleared away.— Cho.
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Yes, for me, for me he careth
With a brother's tender care ; Yes, with me, with me he shareth
Every burden, every fear. Yes, o'er me, o'er me he watcheth,
Ceaseless watcheth night and day ; Yes, e'en me, e'en me he snatcheth
From the perils of the way.
2 Yes, for me he stand eth pleading,
At the mercy-seat above, Ever for me interceding,
Constant in untiring love. Yes, in me abroad he sheddeth
Joys unearthly, love and light, And to cover me he spreadeth
His paternal wing of might.
8 Yes, in me, in me he dwelleth —
I in him, and he in me ; And my empty soul he filleth,
Here and through eternity. Thus I wait for his returning,
Singing all the way to heaven — Huch the joyful song of morning,
Such the tranquil song of even.
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Hark ! the voice of Jesus calling—
II Who will go and work to-day ? Fields are white, the harvest waiting—
Who will bear the sheaves away ?"
Loud and long the Master calleth, Rich reward he offers free :
Who will answer, gladly saying, " Here am I, 0 Lord : send me" ?
2 If you can not cross the ocean, And the heathen lands explore,
You can find the heathen nearer, You can help them at your door ;
If you can not speak like angels, If you can not preach like Paul,
You can tell the love of Jesus, You can say he died for all.
3 While the souls of men are dying, And the Master calls for you,
Let none hear you idly saying, 11 There is nothing I can do."
Gladly take the task he gives you, Let his work your pleasure be ;
Answer quickly when he calleth, "Here am I, 0 Lord: send me."
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Yes, he knows the way is dreary,
Knows the weakness of our frame, Knows that hand and heart are weary;
He in all points felt the same. Look to him, and faith shall brighten,
Hope shall soar, and love shall burn, Peace once more thy heart shall brighten ;
Rise : he calleth thee : return.
Miss F. R. Havergal,
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0 thou Fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing thy grace : Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
D. S. While the hope of endless glory
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O thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing thy grace : Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise. Teach me ever to adore thee :
May I still thy goodness prove, While the hope of endless glory
Fills my heart with joy and love.
2 Here I'll raise my Ebenezer ; Hither by thy help I've come ;
And I hope, by thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home. Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from thy fold, O God ; He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed his precious blood.
3 O to grace' how great a debtor Daily I'm constrained to be !
Let thy goodness, like a fetter, Bind me closer still to thee.
Never let me wander from thee, Never leave thee, whom I love ;
By thy Word and Spirit guide me, Till I reach thy courts above
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Sinner, hear the invitation: Mercy calls you from above.
Come, receive this great salvation Purchased by redeeming love.
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Jesus calls with sweet compassion, "Come, ye weary souls, to me : "
Sinner, heed the invitation ; Rise forthwith — he calleth thee.
2 On the rugged cross-tree bleeding, Hear the wounded Lamb of God
For transgressors interceding, While they shed his precious bio>^:
Hear that dying intercession, Offered on that bloody tree :
He will pardon your transgression Rise forthwith — he calleth thee.
3 Sinner, soon the day of favor Will forever pass away :
Hasten to the bleeding Sa\iour,
Hasten while it is to-day. He will comfort all your sorrow,
And from every burden free : Wait not for the coming morrow;
Rise forthwith — he calleth thee.
L. H. Jameson
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May the grace of Christ, our Saviour,
And the Father's boundless love, With the Holy Spirit's favor,
Rest upon us from above. Thus may we abide in union
With each other and the Lord ; And possess, in sweet communion.
Joys which earth can not afford. John Nbwtoi*
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Sinners, will you scorn the message Sent in mercy from above?
Every sentence, O how tender ! Every line is full of love.
Listen to it: Every line is full of love.
2 Hear the heralds of the gospel News from Zion's King proclaim :
"Pardon to each rebel sinner, Free forgiveness in his name." O how gracious !
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Can you slight it- Offered to you by the Lord ?
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Haste ye to the court of heaven; Tidings bear without delay :
Rebel sinners Glad the message will obey.
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The great Physician now is near,
The sympathizing Jesus ; He speaks the drooping heart to cheer :
O hear the voice of Jesus.— Cho. 2 He speaks to us of sins forgiven —
O hear the voice of Jesus — And how to walk the path to heaven,
And wear a crown with Jesus.— Cho.
3 All glory to the dying Lamb ! I now believe in Jesus ;
I love the blessed Saviour's name, I love the name of Jesus.— Cho.
4 And when to that bright world above. We rise to see our Jesus,
We'll sing around the throne of love. His name, the name of Jesus.— Cho.
Wm. Hunter, alt.
658
Heavy-ladex, sad and weary,
Lord, we come for help to thee; All on earth is dark and dreary :
Wilt thou grant our light to be? With thy presence, ever cheer us,
As we journey on our way ; And be pi eased "to kindly hear us,
When we bow, and meekly pray.
Z Many are onr sore temptations, Many are our doubts and fears,
Many are our tribulations, Many are our bitter tears.
Wilt thou grant to not forsake us, While we tarry here below,
And,- when life is over, take us Where such sorrows none can know.5
8 When we go astray, restrain us
By the drawings of thy love; From the tempter's power regain U3,
For thyself in worlds above ; Every fleeting day and hour
May we live for thee alone; And may thy almighty power
Bring us near thy glorious throne- L. H. Jameson
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INVITATION, 8s, 7s & 4s, or 8s & 7s, with Chorus,
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( Come, ye sin-ners, poor and need-y, 'Weak and wounded, sick and «»ore : | Je - sus read-y stands to save you, Full of pit - y, love and power.
D. C. He is a-ble, He is a - ble, He is will-ing— doubt no more.
D. C. Hearken to the in - vi - ta - tion ; O re - ceive his grace to - day.
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2 Let not conscience make you linger, Nor of fitness fondly dream:
All the fitness he i*equireth, Is to feel your need of him.
This he gives you ; 'Tis the Saviour's rising beam.
3 Come, you weary, heavy-laden, Bruised and mangled by the fall :
If you tarry till you're better, You will never come at all ;
Not the righteous- Sinners, Jesus came to call.
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4 Agonizing in the garden,
Lo ! your Saviour prostrate lies : On the bloody tree behold him ; Hear him cry before he dies,
11 It is finished ! " Sinners, will not this suffice?
5 Lo ! the rising Lord ascending, Pleads the virtue of his blood:
Venture on him, venture freely, Let no other trust intrude.
None but Jesus Can do helpless sinners good.
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Lead us, heavenly Father, lead us O'er the world's tempestuous sea;
Gruard us, guide us, keep us, feed us : For we have no help but thee ;
STet possessing every blessing, If our God our Father be.
2 Saviour, breathe forgiveness o'er us: All our weakness thou dost know :
Thou didst tread this earth before us, Thou didst feel its keenest woe.
Lione and dreary, faint and weary, Through the desert thou didst go.
% Let thy Spirit, now attending, Fill our hearts with heavenly joy,
Love with every passion blending, Pleasure that can never cloy.
Thus provided, pardoned, guided, Nothing can our peace destroy.
Jas. Edmeston.
661
Listen, sinner: mercy hails you;
With her sweetest voice she calls ; Bids you hasten to the Saviour,
Ere the hand of justice falls : Listen, sinner:
'Tis the voice of mercy calls.
1 See the storm of vengeance gathering O'er the path you dare to tread ;
Hark ! the awful thunders rolling Loud and louder o'er your head;
Flee, O sinner, Lest the lightnings strike you dead
3 Haste, O hasten to the Saviour ;
Sue his mercy while you may : Soon the day of grace is over,
Soon your life will pass away: Hasten, sinner :
You must perish, if you stay. _, _ _ Andrew Reed.
662
Come to Calvary's holy mountain, Sinners, ruined by the fall :
Here a pure and healing fountain Flows, to cleanse the guilty soul,
In a full, perpetual tide,
Opened when the Saviour died.
2 Come in sorrow and contrition, Wounded, impotent, and blind:
Here the guilty find remission ;
Here the lost a refuge find ; Health this fountain will restore ; He that drinks shall thirst no more.
3 Come, ye dying, live forevor: 'Tis a soul -reviving flood ;
God is faithful — he will never
Break the cov'nant sealed in blood- Signed when our Redeemer died, Sealed when he was crucified.
J. MONIGOMSSY.
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Through the love of God, our Saviour, All will be well ; Free and changeless is his fa-vor—
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All, all is well. Precious is the blood that healed us ; Perfect is the grace that sealed us ; Strong the hand stretched out to shield us—
All must be well.
2 Though we pass through tribulation,
All will be well ; Ours is such a full salvation —
All, all is well.
Happy, still in God confiding ; Fruitful, if in Christ abiding ; Holy, through the Spirit's guiding- All must be well.
3 We expect a bright to-morrow ;
All will be well. Faith can sing, through days of sorrow
All, all is well; On our Father's love relying, Jesus every need supplying, Or in living, or in dying,
All must be well.
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Love, love is mine.
2 In my heart is Jesus reigning,
Joy, joy is mine; Banished thence is all complaining,
Joy, joy is mine ;
Wrath no more can round me hover, Dark despair my future cover, All my fears and doubts are over ; Joy, joy is mine.
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Peace, peace is mine — Peace at morn, and peace at even ; All my sins have been forgiven, 'Tis a foretaste here of heaven;
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D. R Lucas.
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While I hear life's surging billows,
Peace, peace is mine; Why suspend my harp on willows ?
Peace, peace is mine. T may sing with Christ beside me, Though a thousand ills betide me; Safely he has sworn to guide me—
Peace, peace is mine.
2 Every trial draws me nearer —
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Peace, peace is mine. Bless I then the hand that smiteth Gently, and to heal delighteth ; 'Tis against my sins he fighteth —
Peace, peace is mine.
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2 My Saviour comes and walks with me, And sweet communion here have we; He gently leads me by his hand, For this is heaven's border-land. — Clio.
3 A sweet perfume upon the breeze Is borne from ever- vernal trees, And flowers that, never fading, grow Where streams of life forever flow. — Clio.
4 The zephyrs seem to float to me Sweet sounds of heaven's melody, As angels with the white-robed throng, Join in the sweet redemption song. — Cho.
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•THE BOCK THAT IS HIGHER. 8s, with Chorus.
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O sometimes the shadows are deep, And rough seems the path to the goal ;
And sorrows, how often they sweep, Like tempests, down over the soul !
Cho.— O then to the Rock let me fly, To the Rock that is higher than I ; O then to the Rock let me fly, To the Rock that is higher than I.
2 O sometimes how long seems the day, And sometimes how heavy my feet !
But, toiling in life's dusty way,
The Rock's bless-ed shadow, how sweet ! — Cho.
3 O near to the Rock let me keep, Or hlessings, or sorrows prevail ;
Or climbing the mountain-way steep, Or walking the shadowy vale.— Cho.
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2 On one or the other, my brother,
You are building your hopes, day by day ; You are risking your soul on the works that you do : Will the dark waters sweep you away ?— Cho.
3 Your Saviour has warned you, my brother : I pray you, give heed to his voice :
There is life on the rock, but there's death on the sand — O, my brother, pray tell me your choice. — Cho.
4 No matter how careful, my brother, The sand for your house you prepare,
'Twill be all swept away when the floods shall descend, Leaving nothing but death and despair.— Cho.
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2 Go out in the by-ways and search them all —
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3 The fields all are ripening, and far and wide The world now is waiting the harvest tide; But reapers are few, and the work is great,
And much will be lost should the harvest wait. — Cho.
4 So come with your sickles, ye sons of men, And gather together the golden grain ;
Toil on till the Lord of the harvest come,
Then share ye his joy in the " harvest home."— Cho.
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MORE LIKE JESUS, lis & 8s, with Chorus,
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Moke like Jesus, more like Jesus would I be —
More like Jesus in submission,
Like him trustful, unrepining, Patient like him, like him in humility. — Cho.
2 More like Jesus, more like Jesus would I be — More like Jesus, true and steadfast,
Like him striving, ever doing, Earnest like him, like him in fidelity. — Cho.
3 Blessed Jesus, come and make me- all like thee — All like thee, O blessed Jesus,
In the glory of thy manhood, In the beauty of thy spotless purity.— Cho.
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"Whosoever heareth," shout, shout the sound; Send the blessed tidings all the world around ; Spread the joyful news wherever man is found — "Whosoever will, may come." — Cho.
2 Whosoever cometh, need not delay ;
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Jesus is the true, the only Living way —
" Whosoever will, may come."— Cho.
8 "Whosoever will," the promise is secure; M Whosoever will" forever must endure ; "Whosoever will," 'tis life for evermore — " Whosoever will, may come."-^CHO.
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2 Lord Jesus, look down from thy throne in the skies, And help me to make a complete sacrifice :
I give up myself, and whatever I know :
Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. — Cho.
3 Lord Jesus, for this I most humbly entreat ; I wait, blessed Lord, at thy crucified feet;
By faith, for my cleansing, I see thy blood flow :
Now wash me/and I shall be whiter than snow. — Cho.
4 Lord Jesus, thou seest I patiently wait : Come now, and within me a new heart create.
To those who have sought thee, thou never said'st No : Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.— Cho.
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2 Thro' the valley and shadow of death though I stray,
Since thou art my Guardian, no evil I fear; Thy rod shall defend me, thy staff' be my stay ;
No harm can befall, with my Comforter near. 8 In the midst of affliction my table is spread ;
With blessings unmeasured my cup runneth o'er; With perfume and oil thou anointest my head—
O what shall I ask of thy providence more? 4 Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful God,
Still follow my steps till I meet thee above :
1 seek, by the path which my forefathers trod. Through the land of their sojourn, thy kingdom of love.
J. Montgomery.
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Our Father in heaven, we hallow thy name: May thy kingdom holy, on earth be the same; O give to us daily our portion of bread- It is from thy bounty that all must be fed.
2 Forgive our transgressions, and teach us to know That humble compassion that pardons each foe; Keep us from temptation, from weakness and sin, And thine be the glory forever. Amen.
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The flame shall not hurt you ; I only design Your dross to consume, and your gold to refine.
6 E'en down to old age all my people shall prove My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love;
And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn, Like lambs they shall still in my bosom be borne.
7 The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose, I will not, I can not desert to his foes ;
That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake, I'll never, no never, no never forsake.
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The love and compassion of Jesus, our Lord ? A fountain is opened — how canst thou refuse
To wash and be cleansed in his pardoning blood ? 8 Delay not, delay not, O sinner, to come :
For mercy still lingers, and calls thee to-day ; Her voice is not heard in the vale of the tomb ;
Her message, unheeded, will soon pass away. 4 Delay not, delay not : the Spirit of grace,
Long grieved and resisted, entreats thee to come: Beware, lest in darkness thou finish thy race,
And sink to the vale of eternity's gloom.
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Sinners, come to Christ the Saviour Now his gracious call obey ;
Come : this is the day of favor ; Mercy calls : do not delay.
Come to-day : Mercy calls : do not delay.
2 Time, on lightning pinions flying, Sweeps the sons of earth away ;
Every moment men are dying : Sinner, why do you delay ?
Come to-day : Sinner, why do you delay ?
3 Hear the gospel invitation Ringing in your ears to-day,
Offering pardon and salvation : Sinner, come, without delay j
Come to-day ; Sinner, come without delay.
4 By the Saviour's earthly pleading Be persuaded to obey ;
By his heavenly interceding, Be constrained, do not delay;
Come to-day; Be constrained, do not delay.
L. H. Jameson.
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O turn you, O turn you : for why will you die, When God in his mercy is coming so nigh? Now Jesus invites you ; the Spirit says, Come, And angels are waiting to welcome you home.
2 How vain the delusion that, while you delay, Your hearts may grow better by staying away ! Come wTretched, come starving, come just as you be; Here streams of salvation are flowing most free.
3 Here Jesus is ready your souls to receive : * O how can you question, since now you believe? Since sin is your burden, why will you not come ? He now bids you welcome, he now says there's room,
4 In riches, in pleasure, what can you obtain, To soothe your affliction, or banish your pain ; To bear up your spirit, when summoned to die, Or waft you to mansions of glory on high ?
JOSIAH HOPKIKS.
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Come, ye disconsolate, where'er you languish ;
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Earth has no sorrow that heaven can not heal.
2 Joy of the desolate, light of the straying, Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure,
Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying, Earth has no sorrow that heaven can not cure.
3 Here see the bread of life ; see waters flowing Forth from the throne of God, pure from above;
Come to the feast of love— come, ever knowing Earth has no sorrow but heaven can remove.
Thomas Moore. HOME, lis, with Chorus. H. R. Bishop.
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2 Ye who have mourned when the spring flowers were taken ;
When the ripe fruit fell richly to the ground ; When the loved slept, in brighter homes to waken,
Where their pale brows with spirit-wreaths are crowned.
8 Large are the mansions in your Father's dwelling,
Glad are the homes that sorrows never dim ; Sweet are the harps in holy music swelling,
Soft are the tones which raise the heavenly hymn.
4 There, like an Eden, blossoming in gladness, Bloom the fair flowers the earth too rudely pressed :
Come unto me, all ye who droop in sadness, Come unto me, and I will give you rest.
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'Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints, How sweet to my soul is communion with saints; To find at the banquet of mercy there's room, And feel in the presence of Jesus at home !— Cho.
2 Sweet bonds that unite all the children of peace ! And thrice blessed Jesus, whose love can not cease ! Though oft from thy presence in sadness I roam,
I long to behold thee in glory, at home.— Cho.
3 While here in the valley of conflict I stray, O give me submission and strength as my day; In all my afflictions to thee would I come, Rejoicing in hope of my glo-ri-ous home.— Cho.
41 long, dearest Lord, in thy beauty to shine,
No more as an exile in sorrow to pine ;
And in thy dear image arise from the tomb,
With glorified millions, to praise thee at home. — Oho.
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Hark, sinner, while God from on high doth entreat thee, And warnings with accents of mercy do blend ;
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2 Despised and rejected, at length he may leave thee: What anguish and horror thy bosom will rend !
Then haste thee, O sinner, while he will receive thee: 11 The harvest is passing, the summer will end."
3 Ere long, and Jehovah will come in his power; Our God will arise, with his foes to contend.
Haste, haste thee, O sinner, prepare for that hour : " The harvest is passing, the summer will end."
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And our talents improve By the patience of hope, and the labor of love.
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Enter into my joy and sit down on my throne " !
Charles Wesley.
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To our eternal home; Life is but a winter's day,
A journey to the tomb. Youth and vigor soon will flee,
Blooming beauty lose its charms ; All that's mortal soon shall be
Enclosed in death's cold arms.
2 Time is winging us away
To our eternal home ; Life is but a winter's day,
A journey to the tomb ; But the Christian shall enjoy
Health and beauty soon above, Far beyond the world's alloy,
Secure in Jesus' love.
John BurtoI.
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ROWLEY, lis & 9b, Lowell Mason.
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2 This comfort is mine, since the favor divine I have found in the blood of the Lamb.
Since the truth I believed, what a joy I've received, What a heaven in Jesus' blest name !
3 'Tis a heaven below my Redeemer to know; And the angels can do nothing more
Than to fall at his feet, and the story repeat, And the Lover of sinners adore.
4 Jesus all the day long is my joy and my song: O that all to this refuge may fly !
He has loved me, I cried ; he has suffered and died To redeem such a rebel as I !
5 On the wings of his love I am carried above All my sin and temptation and pain :
O why should I grieve, while on him I believe? O why should I sorrow again ?
6 O the rapturous height of that holy delight, Which I find in the life-giving blood !
Of my Saviour possessed, I am perfectly blessed, Being filled with the fullness of Godf
7 Now my remnant of days will I spend to his praise, Who has died, me from sin to redeem;
Whether many or few, all my years are his due — They shall all be devoted to him.
8 What a mercy is this ! what a heaven of bliss ! How unspeakably happy am I!
Gathered into the fold, with believers enrolled — With believers to live and to die !
Charles Wesley
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We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves. — Cno.
2 Go and tell the nations now in heathen blindness; Tell them Jesus died — now no excuse he leaves;
Bid tliem come to Jesus— thus prepare the harvest :
You shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves. — Cho.
3 Sowing in the sunshine, sowing in the shadows; Fearing neither clouds nor winter's chilling breeze;
By and by the harvest, and, our labors ended, We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves. — Cho.
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Say, brother, O say ! How much of thy time dost thou study his word ?
Say, brother, O say ! How many poor souls art thou leading from sin ?
Say, brother, O say ! How many for Christ art thou striving to win ?
Say, brother, O say !
8 How far on thy journey to heaven art thou ?
Say, brother, O say ! If Jesus should call, are you read}' just now?
Say, brother, O say ! How bright is the crown that is waiting for thee —
Say, brother, O say ! — When Jesus shall call you across the dark sea?
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2 To the work ! to the work ! Let the hungry be fed ; To the fountain of life let the weary be led :
In the cross and its banner our glory shall be,
While we herald the tidings, "Salvation is free ! "— Cho.
3 To the work ! to the work ! There is labor for all ; For the kingdom of darkness and error shall fall, And the name of Jehovah exalted shall be
In the loud-swelling chorus, " Salvation is free ! " — Cho.
4 To the work ! to the work, in the strength of the Lord ! And a robe and a crown shall our labor reward,
When the home of the faithful our dwelling shall be,
And we shout with the ransomed, " Salvation is free ! "— Cho,
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Where the aching heart shall sorrow not again; Where the friends who meet shall part nevermore, But with Christ forever reign? — Cho.
3 Is it far to the plains of light,
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Where the giory of the Lord is the light ?
To that home, say, wi!! yon go?— Cho.
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Tarry with me, O my Saviour : For the day is passing by ;
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Cho.— Tarry with me, blessed Saviour Leave me not till morning light :
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2 Many friends were gathered round me In the bright days of the past ;
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3 Deeper, deeper grow the shadows,
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8 In th' midst of the street on either side, The tree of life, arching the way, o'ershades,
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5 Th' afflictions of life are brief and light.
While faith looks beyond the dark Jordan's strand, Where splendidly shine the mansions bright, Which Jesus prepares in that Glorious Land. — Cho.
6 Then come, my dear brethren, let us haste To finish our work with unfaltering hand,
And soon the sweet joys of heaven we'll taste, With all the redeemed, in that Glorious Land.— Cho.
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Be of good cheer, ye friends of Jesus;
Never succumb to doubts and fears ; Cherish the great aud precious promise,
"To reign with Christ a thousand years." To reign a thousand years with Jesus,
Free from all trials, toils and tears — This is the Father's precious promise,
"To reign with Christ a thousand years."-
2 Be of good cheer : earth's night of sorrow
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The reign with Christ a thousand years. To reign a thousand years with Jesus
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The reign with Christ a thousand years.
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Soon will begin their endless cycle, Reigning with Christ a thousand years. Ten thousand times ten thousand ages. Freedom from sin and death and tears — What an " eternal weight of glory " Comes with that reign of a thousand years !
L. H. Jambsow.
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697 Sweet By-and-By.
There's a land that is fairer than day, And by faith we can see it afar ;
For the Father waits over the way, To prepare us a dwelling-place there.
Cho.— In the sweet by-and-by, We shall meet on that beautiful shore; In the sweet by-and-by. We shall meet on that beautiful store.
2 We shall sing on that beautiful shore The melodious songs of the blest ;
AjDd oar spirits shall sorrow no more — Not a sigh for the blessing of rest.
3 To our bountiful Father above We will offer the tribute of praise,
For the glorious gifts of his love, And the blessings that hallow our days
S. Fillmore Bennett. 09u The Home Over There
O think of the home over there, By the side of the river of light, Where the saints, all immortal and fair, Are robed in their garments of white — Over there, over there, O think of the home over there.
2 O think of the friends over there, Who before us the journey have trod,
Of the songs that they breathe on the air, In their home in the palace of God — Over there, over there, O think of the friends over there.
3 My Saviour is now over there; There my kindred and friends are at rest:
Then away from my sorrow and care, Let me fly to the land of the blest. Over there, over there, My Saviour is now over there.
4 I'll soon be at home over there, For the end of my journey I see ; Many dear to my heart over there,
Are watching and waiting for me. Over there, over there, I'll soon be at home over there. D. W. C. Huntington
699 The Beautiful Biver.
Shall we gather at the river Where bright angel feet have trod:
With its crystal tide forever Flowing by the throne of God ?
Cho.— »Yes, we'll gather at the river, The beautiful, the beautiful river- Gather with the saints at the river That flows by the throne of God*.
2 On the margin of the river, Washing up its silver spray,
We will walk and worship ever, All the happy golden day.
3 Ere we reach the shining river, Lay we every burden down ;
Grace our spirits will deliver, And provide a robe and crown.
4 Soon we'll reach the silver river, Soon our pilgrimage will cease;
Soon our happy hearts will quiver With the melody of peace.
Robert Lowrv. ■vJU What Shall the Harvest Be?
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Sowing the seed by the daylight fair, Sowing the seed by the noonday glar, Sowing the seed by the fading light, Sowing the seed in the solemn night : O what shall the harvest be?
Cho. — Sown in the darkness or sown in the light, Sown in our weakness or sown in our might. Gathered in time or eternity, Sure, ah ! sure will the harvest be.
2 Sowing the seed by the wayside high, Sowing the seed on the rocks to die, Sowing the seed where the thorns will spoil Sowing the seed in the fertile soil :
O what shall the harvest be?
3 Sowing the seed with an aching heart, Sowing the seed while the tear-drops start. Sowing in hope till the reapers come, Gladly to gather the harvest home :
O what shall the harvest be ?
Mrs. Emily S. Oakbv.
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•01 Shall We Know Each Other?
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In the bright celestial dome, When sweet angel voices, singing,
Gladly bid us welcome home To the land of ancient story,
Where the spirit knows no care, J n that land of light and glory,
ShaU we know each other there?
? When the holy angels meet us,
As we go to join their band, Shall we know the friends that greet us
In the glorious spirit-land ? Shall we see the same eyes shining
On us as in days of yore ? Shall we feel their dear arms twining
Fondly round us as before ?
3 Yes, my earth-worn soul rejoices, And my weary heart grows light ;
For the sweet and cheerful voices, And the forms so pure and bright,
That shall welcome us in heaven, Are the loved of long ago ;
And to them 'tis kindly given, Thus their mortal friends to know.
4 O ye weary, sad, and tossed ones, Droop not, faint not by the way :
Ye shall join the loved and just ones In the land of perfect day.
Harp-strings touched by angel fingers, Murmured in my raptured ear —
Evermore their sweet song lingers — We shall know each other there.
Robert Lowrv. By per.
702
Here and Yonder.
Here we are but straying pilgrims, Here our path is often dim ;
But to cheer us on our journey, Still we sing this wayside hymn :
OlfO. — Yonder, over the rolling river,
Where the shining mansions rise, Soon will be our home forever, And the smile of the blessed Giver Gladden all our longing eyes.
2 Here our feet are often weary, On the hills that throng our way;
Here the tempest darkly gathers, But our hearts within us say *
3 Here our souls are often fearful Of the pilgrim's lurking foe ;
But the Lord is our defender, And he tells us we may know :
4 Here our shadowed homes are transient, And we meet the stranger's frown;
So we'll sing with joy while going, E'en to death's dark billow down :
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In the shelter of the fold, But one had wandered far away,
In the desert so lone and cold — Away on the mountains wild and bare, Away from the Shepherd's tender care.
2 Shepherd, hast thou not here thy
ninety and nine? Are they not enough for thee? But the Shepherd replied, " This one of mine, Has wandered away from me ; The way may be wild, and rough, and
steep, I go to the desert to find my sheep."
3 But none of the ransomed ever knew How deep were the waters crossed,
Nor how dark was the night the Lord passed through Ere he found the sheep that was lost; Away in the desert he heard its cry, So feeble, and helpless, and ready to die.
4 And afar up the mountain, thun-
der-riven, And along the rocky steep, There arose the glad song of joy to heaven, "Rejoice: I have found my sheep ! " And the angels echoed around the
throne, ".Rejoice: for the Lord brings back his own ! "
Elizabeth C. Clbpha*jk,
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There my .Saviour's gone before me, To fulfill my soul's request.
' no. — There is rest for the weary, Tnere is rest for the weary, T lere is rest for the weary,
There is rest for you ; On the other side of Jordan, In the sweet fields of Eden, Where the tree of life is blooming,
There is rest for you.
2 He is fitting up my mansion, Which eternal^ shall stand ;
For my stay shall not be transient In that holy, happy land.
3 Pain or sickness ne'er shall enter, Grief nor woe my lot shall share;
But in that celestial center I a crown of life shall wear.
4 Death itself shall then be vanquished, And his sting shall be withdrawn :
Shout for gladness, O ye ransomed ; Hail with joy the rising morn.
Samuel Y. Harmer. iUO Yield not to Temptation.
Yield not to temptation :
For yielding is sin ; Each victory will help you
Some other to win :
1 ight manfully onward, Dark passions subdue,
Look ever to Jesus : He'll carry you through.
Cho. — Ask the Saviour to help you, Comfort, strengthen, and keep you He is willing to aid you, He will carry you through.
2 Shun evil companions, Bad language disdain,
God's name hold in rev'rence Nor take it in vain :
Be thoughtful and earnest, Kind-hearted and true,
Look ever to Jesus : He'll carry you through.
3 To him that o'ercometh
God giveth a crown ; Through faith we shall conquer,
Though often cast down ; He who is our Saviour
Our strength will renew : Look ever to Jesus :
He'll carry you through.
H. R. Palmer. »UO Almost Persuaded.
14 Almost persuaded " now to believe;
44 Almost persuaded " Christ to receive. Seems now some soul to say, " Go, Spirit, go thy way, Some more convenient day On thee I'll call."
2 "Almost persuaded," come, come to-day; "Almost persuaded," turn not away.
Jesus invites you here, Angels are lingering near ; Prayers rise from hearts so dear : O wanderer, come !
3 " Almost persuaded," harvest is past ; 14 Almost persuaded," doom comes at last;
14 Almost" can not avail ;
" Almost " is but to fail —
Sad, sad the bitter wail—
"Almost, but lost!"
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• U « Beantifnl Zion.
Beautiful Zion, built above — Beautiful city that I love ; Beautiful gates of pearly white; Beautiful temple — God its light ! He wrho was slain on Calvary Opens those pearly gates to me.
2 Beautiful heaven, where all is light; Beautiful angels, clothed in white, Beautiful strains that never tire, Beautiful harps through all the choir ! There shall I join the chorus sweet, Worshiping at the Saviour's feet. 297
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3 Beautiful crowns on every brow, Beautiful palms the conquerors show, Beautiful robes the ransomed wear, Beautiful all who enter there ! Thither I press with eager feet ; There shall my rest be long and sweet.
4 Beautiful throne for Christ our King ; Beautiful songs the angels sing ; Beautiful rest — all wanderings cease ; Beautiful home of perfect peace ! There shall my eyes the Saviour see : Haste to this heavenly home with me.
George Gill. ■vJo Home of the Soul.
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1 will sing you a song of that beau-
tiful land, The far-away home of the soul, Where no storms ever beat on the glittering strand, While the years of eternity roll.
2 O that home of the soul, in my
visions and dreams, Its bright, jasper walls I can see, Till I fancy but thinly the vail inter- venes Between the fair city and me.
3 There the great Tree of Life in its
beauty doth grow, And the River of Life floweth by ; For no death ever enters that city,
you know, And nothing that maketh a lie.
4 O how sweet it will be in that beau-
tiful land, So free from all sorrow and pain, With songs on our lips, and with
harps in our hands, To meet one another again !
Mrs. E. H. Gates. / Uy Waiting at the Door.
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To the glory of his presence, To the gladness of his home.
Cho.— They are watching at the portal, They are waiting at the door,
Waiting only for my coming- All the loved ones gone before.
2 Many friends that traveled with me Reached that portal long ago ;
One by one they left me battling With the dark and crafty foe.
3 O how soon shall I be with them, And shall join their glorious throng,
There to mingle in their worship, And to swell their mighty song !
4 Yet, O Lord, I wait thy pleasure, For thy time and ways are best:
Hear me, Lord, for I am weary ; O, my Father, bid me rest.
Kate M. Reasoner. ■ ' ^ Safe within the Vail,
" Land ahead ! " Its fruits are waving O'er the hills of fadeless green ;
And the living waters laving Shores where heavenly forms are seen.
Cho. — Rocks and storms I'll fear no more, When on that eternal shore:
Drop the anchor ; furl the sail : I am safe within the vail.
2 Onward, bark : the cape I'm rounding. See the blessed wave their hands ;
Hear the harps of God resounding From the bright immortal bands.
3 Now we're safe from all temptation, All the storms of life are past :
Praise the Rock of our salvation : We are safe at home at last.
E. Adams. ' ' ' Doxology.
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Praise God, from whom all blessings flow Praise him, all creatures here below ; Praise him above, ye heavenly host ; Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost. Thos. Ken.
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712 THE WORLD FOR CHRIST.
J. H. F.
1. Lo! the arm -y of our King, Marching on from sea to sea!
2. Hear the marching order: uGo, Preach the word in ev - 'ry clime,
3. See! the ban-ner is unfurled! See! it floats up -on the breeze!
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3. Is the light of your lamp a beacon That will guide the wand'rers home?
4. Have you sheltered the poor and needy? Have you brightened their hearts and homes?
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717 ARE YOU DOERS OF THE WORD?
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2. Are you do - ers of the Word, O my biiothers?
3. Are you do - ers of the Word, 0 my brothers?
4. Are you do - ers of the Word, O my brothers?
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718 I WILL FOLLOW JESUS.
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3. Down in the val-ley, or up - on the mountain steep, Close be - side my
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721 HARVEST TIME.
Dr. Thomas Hastings.
C. S. Cable.
1. He that go- eth forthwith weeping, Bearing precious seed in
2. Soft descend the dews of heav-en, Bright the rays ce - Les - tiaJ
3. Sow thy seed, be nev - er wea - ry, Let no fears thy soul an -
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THE WATER OF LIFE. Concluded.
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3. There is no love like the love of Je - sus, Pure as a guileless lamb,
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725 WE HAVE AN ANOHOE.
Priscilla J. Owens.
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When our eyes be-hold thro' the gat h' ring night, The city of gold,
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with their wings of strife? When the strong tides lift and the cables strain,
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chill our lat-est breath, On the ris - ing tide it cau nev - er fail,
, our harbor bright, We shall an-chor fast by the heav'nly shore,
Will your anchor drift, or firm re - main Can de - fy the blast thro' strength di-vine. Not an angry wave shall our bark o'er - flow. While our hopes a - bide with -in the veil. With the storms all past for ev - er - more.
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WE HA7E AN ANCHOR. Concluded.
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1. The Lord is ris-en — thro' the gloom That darkens round the sacred tomb,
2. "And forth he came, the Lord of all, He cast aside Death's i - cy thrall,
3. "The night is over, and the light Of day's sweet dawning groweth bright;
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727 CHRIST IS RISEN FROM THE DEAD.
C F. Alexander.
Chas. M. Fillmore.
1. He is ris-en, he is ris - en, Tell it out with joy-ful voice ;
2. He is ris -en, he is ris-en, He hath opened heaven's gate ;
3. Blessed Lord, let all adore thee, Saints on earth and saints in heav'n;
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1. Trust on! trust on, be-liev - er ! Tho' long the con-flict be,
2. Trust on ! trust on ; thy fail - ings May bow thee to the dust.
3. Trust on ! the dan - ger press - es ; Temp-ta - tion strong is near,
4. O Christ is strong to save us, He is a faith - ful Friend,
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1. I ask not, Lord, for less to bear, Of bur-dens here be - low ; 2.1 pray for naught that earth can give. Of wealth or fame or pow'r 3. Give me a hum-ble peace-ful heart, From pride and en - vy free
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wast-ed to-day; TheMas-ter is read-y our* la-bors to bar-ren and waste ; The foe will be bus - y in spreading the tares, har-vest are white ; So much may be lost when the harvest is past,
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DO YOU SEE THE BEACON?
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738 HIS GEACE IS FEEE.
Fanny /. Crosby.
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O love beyond on: highest though t,That from his throne of glory brought, He took on him our mortal frame, A Man of Grief for us be-came, His precious blood that flows to-day, Has paid the debt we could not pay. Whoever will this hour may prove His pard'ning grace and boundless love,
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3. Round the throne the seraphs glorious, Hail with joy the risen Son ;
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740 BLESSED ARE THEY.
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1. Blessed are they who do his commandments, They shall claim the tree of life;
2. Blessed are they who do his commandments, They shall wear the robesof white;
3. Blessed are they who do hiscommandments, They shall stand beforethe throne;
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742 WE BELIEVE.
Knowles ShaW.
1. We saw thee not when thou didst come To this poor world of sin and death;
2. We saw thee not when lift-ed high A-mid that wild and sav-age crew;
3. We gazed not in the o-pen tomb Where once thy mangled body lay;
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Nor yet bc-held thy cottage home In that de-spis-ed Naz - a-reth; Nor heard we that imploring cry, "Forgive, they know not what they do!" Nor saw thee in that "upper room," Nor met thee on the o - pen way; Who raised to heav'n their wond'ring view, Then low to earth all prostrate bend ;
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But we believe thy footsteps trod Its streets and plains, thou Son of God; But we believe the deed was done, That shook the earth and veiled the sun; But we believe that an-gels said, "Why seek the liv-ing with the dead?" But we believe that hu-man eyes Be-held that jour- ney to the skies;
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743 DO YOUR FEET GROW WEARY?
A F. Cobb. J. H. F.
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1. 0 brothers! do your feet grow wea - ry On life's rug-ged way.
2. O broth*er! is your lamp still burn - ing Thro' the gloomy night?
3. O brother ! trust your gracious Sav - iour All the toil-some way;
4. Soon, brother, shall the night's deep sorrow Be for - ev - er gone ;
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744 LIGHTS ALONG THE SHOEE.
Josephine Pollard.
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1. There are lights by the shore of that coun-try, Where my bark a- mid
2. There are lights by the shore as we jour-ney, As we float down the
3. Oh, they tell of a hope that will cheer us In the midst of our
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746 SCATTER SEEDS OF KINDNESS.
Albert Smith.
S. J. Vail.
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prize the mu-sic Till the sweet-voiced bird is flown !
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Would be cold and stiff to-morrow — Nev - er trou-ble us a-gain —
To the hast - y words and ac-tions Strewn a-long our backward track !
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Alanson Wilcox.
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2. We have nothing to fear from the wind and the wave, Un-der our
3. Bath the winds and the waves our Commander controls, Nothing can
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749 ALL IS WELL.
Grace Glenn A
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1. Sav-iour, grant me rest and peace, Let my troubled dreamings cease;
2. I would trust my all with thee, All my cares and sor-rows flee,
3. I would seek thy serv-ice, Lord, Leaning on thy promised Word,
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Daniel March. Alexander C. Hopkins
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1. Hark! the \oice of Je-sus calling — "Who will go and work to-day?
2. If you can not cross the o-cean, And the heathen lands explore,
3. While the souls of men are dy-ing, And the Master calls for you,
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Fields are white, the harvest waiting — Who will bear the sheaves away ? You can find the heathen nearer, You can help them at your door ; Let none hear you i - dly say-ing, "There is nothing I can do."
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WOEKEES AT HOME, Concluded,
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Jessie H- Brown
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2. No heart has pictured splendor So rich and pure and grand, Nor dreamed of
3. O cit - v, fair and ho - ly, With -in thy jas-per wall A wel-come
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752 BEHOLD! I STAND AND KNOCK.
Chas. M. Fillmore
J. II. ROSECRANS.
1. Be-hold ! I stand at the door and knock, 0, will you not let me come in :
2. See! others knock and an entrance find, Tho' oft-en unworthy they be;
3. The time will come when I will not knock, And ask to a-bide in your heart,
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With you in blessing I will abide, And cleanse you from all of your sin. 0, why ad-mis-sion to such al-low, Re- fus-ing to o-pen to me? But leav-ing you to your i dolsjoined,For-ev - er from you I'll de - part.
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753 SOONER OR LATER.
Jessie H Brown.
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2. Soon - er or lat - er the load will be light-er, Soon - er or
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754 WHITEE THAN THE SNOW.
Mrs M. A. Kidder.
J. A. Dailey.
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2. Far whit-er than snow, and as fair as the day, — For Christ is the
3. Yon sheep that was lost in the val-ley of sin, Was found by the
4. Look up, O my brother ! and be not cast down While heav-y the
5. Ride o - ver tempta-tion and cease your alarms, Your Shepherd is
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WHITEE THAN THE SNOW, Concluded,
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Whiter than the snow, I long to be, Whiter than the snow,
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1. O God, un-seen, yet ev - er near, Ke - veal thy pres-ence now,
2. Here may o- bedient spir-its find The blessings of thy love—
3. A - while be-side the fount we stay And eat this bread of thine ;
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While we in love that hath no fear, Be - fore thy glo - ry bow. The streams that thro' the desert wind, The man-na from a - bove. Then go, re-joic-ing, on our way, Renewed with strength di-vine.
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756 JESUS IS COMING AGAIN.
J. H. P
J. H. Painter.
1. O ~""I wonder when Je-sus is com-ing a - gain His wait-ing be-
2. O when will the an-gels their shouting be-gin, When Je-sus our
3. Many loved ones will meet us and cheer our glad souls, Our joys will be
4. O sin-ner, de-lay not, the time is too near, It may* be e'en
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And gather to heaven his faithful ones, then, To conquer for - ev - er the kingdom of sin, Halle - lu-jahs will ring when we en-ter the goal, 0 come to the Saviour, there's nothing to fear, 0 brother, re-pice ! for the promise is sure,
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757 PEAY FOR REAPERS.
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758 IS MY NAME WRITTEN THERE?
Mrs. Mary A. Kidder.
Frank M. Davis.
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1. Lord, I care not for rich - es, Nei-ther sil - ver nor gold ; I would
2. Lord, my sins, they are ma-ny, Like the 6ands of the sea, But thy
3. Oh, that beau - ti - ful cit - y! With its mansions of light, With its
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Is my name written there ? I will make them like snow." Yes, my name's written there. Yes, my name's, etc.
Is my nornie written there. .
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759 IS MY NAME WRITTEN THERE?
Jessie H. Brown. Fred A. Fillmore
1. With- in the ho- ly Book of Life, I know, The angels write with care;
2. O, precious friends have I whose hearts are pure, Whose lives are grand and fair:
3. When, as the gloomy bat-tle-shad-ows roll I long for heav-en's air,
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760 TELL IT TO JESUS ALONE,
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2. Do the tears flow down your cheeks unbid-den ? Tell it to Je-sus,
3. Do you fear the gath'ring clouds of sor- row? Tell it to Je-sus,
4. Are you trou-bied at the tho't of dy - ing, Tell it to Je-sus,
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Tell it to Je -sus; Have you sins that to man's eyes are hid -den?
Tell it to Je-sus; Are you anx-ious what shall be to-mor-row?
Tell it to Je - sus; For Christ's com-ing king-dom are you sigh -ing?
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2. Souls are weary, worn and troubled, Bowed with sorrow, pain and grief;
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762 THAT OLD, OLD STORY IS TRUE,
Dt B, Watkin«
E. O. EXCELL.
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1. There's a wonder-ful sto-ry I've heard long a - go, Tis called "The sweet
2. They told of a be - ing so love - ly and pure, That came to the
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763 BRINGING IN TEE SHEAVES.
Knowles Shaw.
Geo. a. Minor.
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764 I WILL TELL OF THE SAVIOUE.
Jessib H. Brown
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765 SAVED BY THE LOVE OF JESUS.
J. H. ROSECTUKS.
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1 Life is like a sun -lit stream, Saved by the love of
2. He has conquered all my foes, Saved by the love of
3. Earth and heav'n are all my own, Saved by the love of
4. Loud-er still his praise pro-long, Saved by the love of
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Vic - tor o - ver death he rose, — Saved by the love of Je - sus.
Mine a seat ba-fore his throne, — Saved by the love of Je - sus.
Join - ing yon-der ransomed throng, — Saved by the love of Je - sus.
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766 THE REALMS OF THE BLEST.
Mrs. E. Mills.
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2. We speak of its freedom from sin, From sor-row, tempta-tion and care,
3. We speak of its service of love, The robes which the glo-ri -fied wear,
4. O Lord, in this val-ley of woe, Our spir-its for heaven pre-pare;
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767 BLESSED ASSURANCE.
Fanny Crosby.
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2. Per-fect sub-mis -sion, per-fect de- light, Vis-ions of rapt-ure
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768 0 LEAD US SAFELY HOME.
Mes. A. L. Davison.
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2. So slow are we to learn, That on - ly by thy side Can peace be
3. So wise and strong art thou, So weak and fool-ish we ; For ev - er-
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769 THE SOUL'S SWEET HOME.
Mrs A. L Davtson.
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1. 1 have heard of the joy of the soul's sweet home, "Where the weary and
2. In its har-bor of rest are the white, white sails, Of the ships that have
3. To that won-der-ful land, with its fadeless flow'rs, With its beau-ti - ful
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CHORUS.
When the glo-ry of heaven shall shine on me.
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T. J. Shelton.
J. IT. XtoSECRANS.
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1. One step at a time, dear Sav-iour, I can not take a- ny more;
2. One step at a time, dear Sav-iour, I am not walking by sight*;
3. One step at a time, dear Sav-iour, Oh, guard my fal-ter-ing feet!
4. One step at a time, dear Sav-iour, Thou knowest all of my fear;
The flesh is so weak and hope-less, I know not what is be -fore. Keep step with my soul, dear Sav-iour, I walk by faith in thy might. Keep hold of my hand, dear Sav-iour, Till I my journey com-plete.
One word from thy heart, dear Saviour, And heaven's mansions appear. step at a time, dear Sav-iour, Till hope grows stronger in me.
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F&AJiCBB R. Havebgal.
R. E. Hudson.
1. I know I love thee bet - ter, Lord, Than a - ny earth-ly joy,
2. I know that thou art near - er still Than a - ny earth-ly throng.
3. Thou hast put glad-ness in my heart ; Then well may I be glad ;
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2. Clos - er to thee, my Saviour, draw me, Nor let me leave thee more, 3 Clos - er by thy sweet spirit, draw me, Till I am wholly thine;
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2. Help me to al- ways keep in sight The Love that guides me to the light ;
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Isaac Watts.
TAYLOR, C. M. D.
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my Saviour bleed? And did my Sovereign die? Well might the sun in darkness hide, And shut his glories in, But drops of grief can ne'er re - pay The debt*of love I owe;
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779 WHEN THE KING COMES IN,
S. E. Landor
1. Called to the feast by the King are we, Sitting, perhaps, who. e his
2. Crowns on the head where the thorns have been, Glori-fied he who once
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4. Joy - ful shall his eye on each one rest Who is in while wedding
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garments dressed; Ah! well for us if we stand the test When the
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6 Lord, grant us all, we implore thee, grace, So to await thee each in hi? place, That we may fear not to see ti>y face When thou comest in. 3G9
780 WHEN THE EAEVEST IS PAST.
A P. Cobb
J. H. F.
1. When the harvest is past and the summer is o'er, Whenglean'd is the
2. Prayerless brother of mine, for whom Jesus has died, He calls thee to
3. When the Lord shall descend and the reapers go home, The sheaves may be
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781 JESUS IS CALLING TODAY,
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782 TEEL IT TODAY.
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4. Then let the hope of joys to come Dispel our cares and chase our fears;
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Of earthly hopes are emblems true — The glo - ry of
There is a brighter world on high, Beyond the reach of care and pain.
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784 THAT BLISSFUL PLACE,
J. H. ROSECBAS&.
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1. There is a place where my hopes are stayed, My heart and my treasure are there :
2. There is a place where the angels dwell, A pure and a peaceful a - bode;
3 There is a place where my friends are gone, Who suffered and worshipped with me;
4 There is a place where I hope to live When life and its labors are o'er;
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Where verdure and blossoms nev-er fade, And fields are e-ter - nal-ly fair. The joys of that place no tongue can tell, For there is the palace of God. Exalted with Christ, high on his throne, The King in his beauty they see. A place which the Lord to me will give, And then I shall sorrow no more.
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1. Day by day my path grows clearer, Day by day, yes, day by day;
2. Day by day thy Word is dear-er — All its precepts precious are;
3. Can I, Lord, for-get thy anguish, Pierc-ed hands and riv-en side?
4. Day by day is prayer more earnest, Day by day is love more real;
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I would be no i - die hear-er, For' to do is bet-ter far.
For me, thou in pain didst languish, For me, thou wast cru-ci - fied.
And my fee - ble faith thou turn-est In - tc warm and lov-ing zeal.
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" That they may be one, even as we are one.
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2. Come, brothers and sis-ters and join in the fight, Our Sav-iour and
3. The pray'r of our Saviour im-pels us, move on, Its words are still
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Jessie H. Brown.
Fred A. Fillmore.
There is joy in heav'n among the an -gels, When a wan-der-er re- There is joy on earth among the righteous, There are faithful hearts that You can give that joy to saints and an - gels, For the lov-ing Shepherd
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C. M. von Weber.
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2. With a child-like heart of love, At thy bid-ding may I move ;
3. Teach me all thy steps to trace, Strong ito fol-low in thy grace;
4. Love in lov-ing finds em - plov, In o- bedience all her joy;
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Lov-ing him who first loved me. Lov-ing him who first loved me. Lov-ing him who first loved me. Lov-ing him who first loved me.
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790 THE LORD IS MY SHEPHERD.
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2. The Lord is in y Shepherd, no want shall I fear, He leads in green pastures,
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Grace Glenn.
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2. We are waiting by the riv - er, And we may not know how near
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792 WE WAIT HIS COMING.
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3. We wait the com-ing of the King, Who holds the keys of ev - 'ry grave,
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793 AT THE BEAUTIFUL GATE.
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794 DELIVERANCE WILL COME.
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3 The songsters in the arbor That stood beside the way,
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Inviting his delay: His watchword being "Onward!"
He stopped his ears and ran, Still shouting as he journeyed,
Deliverance will come!
4 I saw him in the evening, The sun was bending low,
He'd overtopped the mountain And reached the vale below
He saw the golden city, — His everlasting home, —
And shouted loud, Hosanna, Deliverance will come!
5 While gazing on that city, Just o'er the narrow flood,
A band of holy angels
Came from the throne of God; They bore him on their pinions
Safe o'er the dashing foam, And joined him in his triumph, —
Deliverance has come !
6 I heard the song of triumph They sang upon that shore,
Saying, Jesus has redeemed us
To suffer nevermore : Then, casting his eyes backward
On the race which he had run, He shouted loud, Hosanna
Deliverance has cornel
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2. My Father's own Son, the Saviour of men ! Once wandered o'er earth as the
3. I once was an outcast stranger on earth, A sin - ner by choice, an
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798 HANDWRITING ON THE WALL.
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As he read out the writing, 'twas the doom of one and all,
In his home in Ju - de - a, or a cap-tive in the hall—
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800 SOME DAY.
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1. Some day, some day, I know not when, For me will come a heav'nly birth ;
2. Some day, some day, I know not when, My eyes will close in qui-et rest;
3. Some day, some day, I know not when, Or whether it be far or near;
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Up - lift - ing arms will bear me home, My soul shall ev - er - more be blest.
I walk in faith, 'tis when God wills, When all fulfilled my mission here.
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801 FOEEVEK THINE,
Mrs. C. L. Suacklqck.
T. Frank Allen.
1. 0 thou who hast my ransom paid, On thee my load of sin is laid ;
2. A - far from thee I wandered long, Redeem-ing love is now my song;
3. The world no more enchains my soul, I bow a -lone to thy con-trol;
4. With grateful heart thy praise I sing, My hopes, my fears to thee I bring ;
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4. When drawing near the glorious throne The bright angelic hosts appear
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804 NEAEEE THE GEOSS.
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2. Nearer the Christian's mercy seat, I am coming nearer, Feasting my
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cross from day to day, I soul on man-na sweet, I love my soul desires, I
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4. If thou hast work for me to do, Jn-spire my will, my heart renew;
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1. Soft - ly and tenderly Jesus is call-ing, Culling for you and tor me,
2. Why should we tarry when Jesus is pleading, Pleading for you and for me ?
3. Time is now fleeting, the moments are passing, Passing from you and from me;
4. Oh, for the wonderful love he has promised, Promised for you and for me,
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816 HE IS CALLING.
Jessie H, Brown.
H. Fillmore.
1. Soul, a Sav-iour thou art needing! Soul, a Sav - iour waits for thee!
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821 WILL YOU COME?
Jessie H. Brown
J. H. Fillmore.
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2. There is sight for the blinded and cure for the ill, There is
3. There is peace for the troubled and free-dom for slaves, There is
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823 WONDERFUL WORDS OF SALVATION.
Jbssie H. Brown. J. II. Fillmore.
1. Dear is the hope that the gospel reveals, Wonderful words of salva-tion !
2. Out in the darkness there floated to me, Wonderful words of salva-tion !
3. Now I repeat them wherev - er I go, Wonderful words of salva-tion !
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824 HEAVEN AT LAST.
H. Bonar, D. D.
W. J. KlRKPATRICK.
1. An - gel voic - es sweet - ly sing - ing, Ech - oes thro' the blue dome
2. On the Jas-per threshold stand-ing, Like a pil-grim safe-ly
3. Soft - est voic - es sil - ver peal - ing, Fresh-est fragrance, spir-it-
4. Not a tear-drop ev - er fall - eth, Not a pleasure ev - er
5. Christ him-self the liv - ing splen-dor, Christ the sunlight, mild and
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825 BEHOLD THE BRIDEGROOM.
R. E. H.
R. E. Hudson.
1. Are you read-y for the Bridegroom When he conies, when lie comes?
2. Have your lamps trimmed and burning When he comes, when he comes ;
3. We will all go out to meet him When he comes, when he comes;
4. We will chant al - le - lu - ias When he comes, when he conies ;
Are you read-y for the Bridegroom When he comes, when he comes? Have your lamps trimmed and burning When he comes, when he comes; We will all go out to meet him When he comes, when he comes; We will chant al - le - lu - ias When he comes, when lie comes;
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Mrs. C. L. Shacklock..
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1. On - ly waiting, on - ly wait-ing For my loving Lord's command;
2. Clad in faith, as with an ar - mor, Standing on the shore of Time,
3. There is but a veil that hid - eth All its glo-ries from my sight ;
4. Trusting in the Saviour's mer- its, By the Shepherd sought and found ;
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827 I HOPE TO MEET YOU ALL IN GLOEY.
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1. I hope to meet you all in glo-ry, When the storms of life are o'er;
2. I hope to meet you all in glo-ry, By the tree of life so fair ;
3. I hope to meet you all in glo-ry, Round the Saviour's throne above;
4. I hope to meet you all in glo-ry, When my work on earth is o'er;
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2. There flows the peaceful river Beneath the tree of life ! There comes no
3. There are the sweet-voiced angels Around the great white throne, Who bow in
4. And all in joyous sing-ing, And peace for ev-er-more, There in that
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830 THE HAVEN OF THE SOUL.
Jessie H. Brown it
Fred A. Fillmore.
1. We are sailing on the ship of Zi - on, While the storms about us roll,
2. Christ is Captain of the ship of Zi - on, We can sure-ly trust his might,
3. Tho' the tempests beat in angry fu - ry, Tho' they lash the waves to foam,
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2. Tho' once he was nailed to the cross, Vile rebels like me to set free,
3. 0 sin-ners ! believe and a - dore This Saviour, so rich to re-deem;
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2. They're gathering homeward from ev'ry shore, One by one, one by one; o. We are hastening homeward to join the band, One by one, one by one;
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Eliza Sherman.
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J. H. F.
1. Sing of Jesus, sing for '- ev - er, Of the love that changes nev-er;
2. With his blood the Lord has bought them ; When they knew him not he sought them ;
3. Thro' the desert Jesus leads them ; With the bread of heav'n he feeds them;
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And thro' all the way he speeds them To their home a - bove.
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2. By and by we shall rest in that land, With the loved and the lost
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840 SOME SWEET DAY.
Arthur W. French.
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1. We shall reach the riv - er side, Some sweet day, some sweet day;
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4. God be with you till we meet again, Keep love's banner floating o'er yov,
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Smite death's threat'ning wave before you, God be with you till we meet
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3 Jerusalem is builded | as a | city || that | is com- | pact to- | gether:
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9 Because of the house of the | Lord our | God || I will | seek — | thy — | good.
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may dwell in the house of the Lord | all the | days of •my | life. 5 For in the time of trouble he shall hide me in | his pa- | vilion, || in the secret
of his tabernacle shall he hide me; he shall set me | up up- | on a | rock. 7 Hear, 0 Lord, when I cry | with my | voice : || have mercy also upon me, |
and — | answer | me. 9 Hide not thy face | far — | from me; || put not thy | servanfa- | way in |
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yea, I will sing | prais-es | unto' "the | Lord. 8 When thou saidst, Seek | ye my | face, || my heart said unto thee, thy face, |
Lord, — | will I | seek. 10 Thou hast | been my | help; || leave me not, neither forsake me, O | God
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INDEX OF SUBJECTS.
All the hymns in this book are here arranged under the following general heads. sub-hcuJj will be found under the more important.
dppropriat
BAPTISM.
CHRIST.
CHRISTIAN.
CHURCH.
FAITH.
FAMILY.
FUNERAL.
GOD.
GRACE.
HARVEST.
HEAVEN.
BAPTISM. No.
Ashamed of Christ, our s 2G0 Buried beneath the yiel 264 How happy are they wh 686 Humble souls who seek 504
0 happy day that fixed 556 Our Saviour bowed bene 180 Proclaim, saith Christ, m 234 Where'er thou goest I wi 571 Ye men and angels, with 568
CHRIST.
All in All.
Blessed fountain, full of 458
Fountain of grace, rich, 147
How sweet the name of 251
1 could not do without t 617 I've found the pearl of g 631 Jesus, merciful and mild 472 Jesus, thou source of cal 71 O thou, my Light, my lif 202
Atonement. Alas ! and did m 569, 778, 847 And did the holy and th 240 Behold the glories of the 222 Come every pious heart 427 Free from the law, O hap 671 Not all the blood of beas 372 O love beyond conceptio 11 Thv worthiness is all ou 90 Who is this from Edom 820
Coronation. All hail the power of Jes 108 Crown him with many c 348 Crown his head with wit 487 Hark ! the throng of ang 730 Look, ye saints: the sigh 52o
Foundation. Behold the sure foundat 34 Christ is our corner-ston 423 Had I ten thousand gifts 193 How firm a foundation t 676
Friend. There is no friend like J 615. What a friend we have i 629
HOLY SPIRIT.
HOPE.
INVITATION.
JUDGEMENT.
LORD'S DAY.
LORD'S SUPPER.
LOVE.
MERCY-SEAT.
MINISTRY.
MORNING AND EVENING.
NATIONAL.
CHRIST. —Continued.
Goodness. No.
How various and how n 400
O bless the Lord, my sou 50
Triumphant Lord, thy g 23
Humility. How beauteous were the 138
Immanuel. God with us! O glorious 437 Hosanna to the Prince o 211
Incarnation. Bright and joyful was th 86 To us a child of hope is 82
Kingdom and Reign. Behold, the mountain of 221 Exalted Prince of life, w 153 Hail to the Lord's anoin 480 Hark ! ten thousand har 523 Jesus shall reign where'e 05 Joy to the word ! the Lor £fl King Jesus, reign for eve 113 Soon may the last glad s 112 The Lord Jehovah reign 52 Thy kingdom, Lord, fore 28 The kingdoms of earth p 720 Ye servants of God, your 43
Love of. O love beyond our highe 738 Raise your triumphant s 55 There is no love like the 724 When I survey the wond 133
Name. Jesus, the spring of joys 150 Let the holy name of Jes 761 Take the name of Jesus 641 The great Physician now 657
Nativity. And is the gospel peace 554 Hail the blest morn, whe 87 Hark, the glad sound ! th 84 Hark ! the herald angels 85 Silent night, hallowed n 544 While shepherds watcke 83
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OPENING AND CLOSING
PEACE.
PRAYER.
PROMISES.
RECLAIMED.
RESURRECTION.
SALVATION.
SCRIPTURES.
TEMPERANCE.
TIMES AND SEASONS.
UNION.
CHRIST.— Continued.
Pattern. No.
Are you walking in his f 733
Mv dear Redeemer, and 163
What grace, O Lord, and 281
Prophet. Priest, and King Come, let us join in song 226 My Prophet, thou my he 72 Now let our cheerful eye 248 With joy we meditate tb 270
Refuge. Alas ! what hourly dang 257 In the desert of sorrow 723 Jesus, lover of my soul, 1 608 Lord, I delight iri thee, a 61 My only Saviour, when I 184 No change of time shall 163 Thou only Sovereign of 140 When the storms of life 636
Resurrection. Angels, roll the rock aw 465 Christ, the Lord is risen 435 He is risen, he is risen 727 Mary to the Saviour's to 605 Morning breaks upon th 466 The angels that watched 519 The Lord is risen— thro' 726 Yes, the Redeemer rose ; t 429
Rock. In the desert of sorrow a 723 Mighty Rock, whose tow 808 My hope is built on noth 75 On what are you build in 668 O, sometimes the shadow 667 Rock of Ages, cleft f 545, 60C There stands a rock on s 561 Whoso heareth and doet 797
Saviour. Blest be the everlasting 85 Come, thou long-expecte 501 Forgiveness! 'tisajoyfu 126 How shall I my Saviour 520 In every trouble, charp a 278 I will sing of mv Redee 640
INDEX OF SUBJECTS.
CHRIST.— Con tin ued. Saviour— Continued. No.
I will tell of the Saviour 764 Jesus, I love thy charmi 323 Jesus only, when the mo 494 Long I was a wanderer .">bl Lord, with glowing hear 516 Majestic sweetness sits e 311 My faith looks up to the 578 My spirit on thy care, bl 356 Now for a song of lofty p 19 Oue there is above all ot 496 () thou fount of every bl 6~i3 Plunged in a gulf of dee 293 Praise the Saviour, all y 489 Raise your triumphant s 55 There "is a name I love t 318 The Saviour! O what en 282 Thou art my hiding-pla 259 To our Redeemer's glori 219 When, marshaled cm the 88 Ye servants of God, your 43
Second Advent. Are you ready for the Br 825 He will come, our risen 799 Now to the Lord, who m 121 0 I wonder when Jesus 756 We wait the coming of t 792
Shepherd. Jesus, thou Shepherd of 142 There were ninetv and n 703 The Lord is my Sliep 790, S18
Sufferings and Death. Behold, the blind receiv 179 Behold the Saviour of m 314 Dark was the night and 280 From Calvary a cry wen 188 Hark! the voice of love 526 He dies, the Friend of si 135 Night, with ebon pinion 534 0 suffering Friend of hu 186 'Tis midnight, and on O 182 When 1 survey the wond 133
Sympathy. Did Christ o'er sinners w 374 Jesus wept : those tears a 533
Triumph. Beyond the starry skies 349 Come, let us join our ch 284 Hosanna to our conquer 277 Our Lord is risen from t 89 Rise, glorious Leader, ris 431 Soon may the last glad s 112
Way, Truth, and Life. Jesus, the spring of joys 150 Thou art mv portion, O 309 Thou art the Way, to th 285
Word. Awake, awake the sacre 38 Ere the blue heavens we 12
Worship. Awake, and sing the son 59 Awake, mv soul, to jovf 5"i5 Come, you that love the 293 Glory, glory to our King 462 How sweet the praise, h 103 My gracious Redeemer a 521 Now be my heart inspir 104 Now for a song of lofty p 19
CHRIST.— Continued. Worship.— Continued. No.
O could I speak the mat 162 O for a thousand tongue 199 O worship the King, all-g 42 Praise, my soul, the Kin 529 Praise the Lord ; ye heav 481 Praise the Lord ; ye sain 482 Songs of praise awoke th 436 Thee we adore, eternal L 5 Thee we adore, O gracio 134 To him that loved the so 201
CHRISTIAN.
Afflictions. All as God wills, who wi 315 Come unto me when sha 681 Father I know thy ways ;;i7 Glory to thee whose pow 97 Heavy-laden, sad and w 658 Lord, as to thy dear cros 303 Mary to the Saviour's to 605 My Saviour, as thou wilt 479 My times are in thy han 395 I O thou who driest the m 276 O Lord, how happy shal 194 Peace, troubled soul, wh 189 When adverse winds an 76 When languor and disea 265
Aspirations. As with gladness men of 461 Like the eagle, upward, o 503 Lord Jesus, I long to be 673 More holiness give me. m 580 More like Jesus, more li 670 My soul, it is thy God w 407 Nearer my God to thee 575 | O, for a heart to praise m 268 Purer yet and purer I w 582 Rise, my soul, pursue th 243
Benevolence. Bright source of everlast 213 Cast thy bread upon the 491 Help us, O Lord, thy yok 274 Lord, lead the way the S 246 Make channels for the st 321 she loved the Saviour, a 325 We give thee but thine o 363 When Jesus dwelt in m 177
Brotherly Kindness. Blest is the man whose s 316 How sweet how heaven! 305 Let us gather up the sun 746 Think gently of the errin 320
Chastisement. All as God wills : who w 315 How gracious and how w 394 How tender is thy hand 399
0 how kindly hast thou 515
Consecration. Be it my only wisdom h 197 Come join, ye saints, wit 196 Earthly joys no longer p 512 Father, in need, T come 777 Give to the Lord thine h 3%
1 ask not. Lord, for h?S8 I 730 Jesus, in thy hshsportin 368 Let thoughtless thousan 159 My gracious Lord, I own 167
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CHRISTIAN— Continued.
Consecration.— Continued. No. Now let our souls, on wi 171 Redeemed from guilt, re 96 Soul, then know thy full 647 Teach me, my God, and 387 Though all the world in 1(6 Thy precious side was ri 715
Cru*s. Fling out the banner; le 108 In the cross of Christ I g 486 Jesus, I my cross have ta 646 Jesus, keep me near the 633 Must Jesus bear the cros 564 Near the Cross my hear 804
Decline of Life. I am waiting for the mo 694 I would not live always 541 O for an overcoming fait 313 Only waiting till the sh 518 O where shall rest be f<> 402 Only waiting, only waiti 826 Some day, some day. I«k 800 Tarry wi'th me, O ray Sa 691 They're gathering home 833 We are waiting by the ri 791
Experience. Blest be the tie that bin 364 Come, we who love the L 352 Dav bv day mv path gro 785 How happy is the Christ 229 How sweet, how heaven :;05 If the name of the Savi 782 Not all the nobles of the 176 Now let our souls on wi 171 O brothers do your feet g 743 O happv thev "who know 250 'Tis religion 'that ca 595, 773
Gratitude. Do not I love thee, O my 283 Earth has a joy unknow 172 Jesus, and shall it ever b 137 Jesus, in thv transportiu 308 My God. ray heart with 1 151 O come, loud anthems le 106 O ror a heart to praise m 268 Praise the Lord, his good 448 Redeemed from guilt, re 96 What shall I render torn 230 When all thy mercies, O 48 While thee i seek, prote 335 With one consent, let all 14
Humility. A broken heart, my God 165 And is the gospel peace 554 Blest are the humble sou 160 Blest are the pure in hea 62 God of my life, to thee b 8 How beauteous were the 138
Joy.
Awake, and sing the son 59 Awake, awake the sacre 38 Blessed are they that do 740 Blow ye the trumpet, bl 426 Come," let us Join our ch 284 Jesus. I love thy charmi 323 Jov to the world, the Lo 81 My gracious Redeemer I 521 O'er the gloomy hills of 527
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CHRISTIAN.— Continued.
Joy.— Continued. No.
Our souls are in the Savi 252 Rejoice and be glad : for 549 Siug all ye ransomed of t 225 What care I for fame's o 664
Love. Do not I love thee, O my 283 I know I love thee better 774 Lord, thou hast won— at 342
Members of Christ. Always with us, always 500 Are you weary, are you 760 Away from earth my spi 185 Bright was the guiding s 242 By faith in Christ I walk 158 Cling to the Mighty One 579 Closer to thee, my Fathe 775 Down in the vall'ev with 718 Gentlv, Lord. O gentlv le 510 Great Source of life and 63 Guide me, O thou great 528 He knows the bitter wea 626 He leadeth me : O blesse 551 How sweetly flowed the 128 Humble soiils who seek 504 I know that my Redeem 218 I know that my Redeem 107 I'm now ashamed to ow 567 I need thee every hour 577 In every trying hour my 369 In heavenly love abidih 474 Jesus, and shall it ever b 137 Jesus, I live to thee, the 397 Jesus, Saviour, pilot me 601 Lead, kindly Light ! ami 547 Let thoughtless thousan 159 Lord, I care not for^rich 758 Lord, I delight in thee, a 61 More like Jesus, more li 670 My Father is rich in hou 795 My Redeemer walks besi 741 O "could I find, from day 247 O how kindly hast thou 515 O love divine, that stoop 139 O the precious love of Je 643 O thou who hast my ran 801 Our heavenly Father cal 360 Out of sadness into glad 720 Precious promise God ha 638 Saviour, more than life t 624 Sing of Jesus, sing foreve 836 ; Take my heart. O Father 497 There are lights along th 744 I Though all the world my 166 | Thou only Sovereign of 140 | Where'er thou goest I wi 571 , Within the holy book of 759 j Yes, for me, for me he ca 650 \ Yes, he knows the way i 652
On the Sea. Lord, whom winds and s 447 Jesus, Saviour, pilot me C01 Purity. Blest are the pure in hea 62 Fear not, little flock. 754 Purer in heart, O God, h 574 Lord Jesus, I long to be 673
Responsibility. Scorn not the slightest w 301
CHRISTIAN.— Continued. Responsibility.— Cont'd. No. Tomorrow. Lord, is thin 392 We scatter seeds, with ca G2S
Trials. Let me but hear my Sav 144 'Tis my happiness below 456
Trust. Glory to thee, whose po 97 Jesus, I will trust thee, w 585 Saviour, grant me rest a 749 Through the love of God 663 Trust on, trust on, 728
We are joyously voyagin 74s Where'er "our path may 1 76S
Warfare. Am I a soldier of the Cro 56ti Arise, ye saints, arise ! th 404 Awake, my soul, stretch 241 Behold the Christian wa 152 Brethren, while we sojou 470 Father, hear the prayer 502 Give to the winds thy fe 58 God is my strong salvati 475 Life is one continued bat 637 My soul, be on thy guar 384 Oft in sorrow, oft in woe 455 Onward, Christian, thou 488 O when shall I see Jesus 608 Sleep not, soldier of the 454 Soldiers of Christ, arise, a 359 1 Stand up, stand up, for J 609 We are living, we are dw 484 Who is on the Lord's sid 732 Yield not to temptation 705
Work
A charge to keep. I have 382 Are you Christ's light-be 722 Are you doers of the wor 717 Are you walking in his f 733 Be the morning dark or f 737 Earthly joys no longer p 512 Hark,. the voice of J 651, 750 Have you worked in the 716 Heirs of unending life, w 64 He that goeth forth 495, 721 Ho! reapers of life's har 612 How strong is thy faith 688 My davs are gliding swif 644 O land" of rest, for thee I 628 O where are the reapers 669 Saviour, thy dying love 583 Sound the battle cry, see 842 Sowing in the morn 687, 763 Sowing the seed by the d 700 Sow in the morn thy see 388 There's much we can do 734 To the work, to the work 689 When Jesus rules the na 747 Work, for the night is co 6:34 Work, when the mornin 719 Ye servants of the Lord 377
CHURCH.
Dedication. In sweet exalted strains 424 Lord of hosts, to thee we 442 O bow thine ear, Eternal 118
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CHURCH— Continued.
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Kindred in Christ, for hi 145 Welcome, ye hopeful hei 143
Mitsionarf. Arm of' the Lord, awake 122 Blow ye the trumpet, bio 426 Cast thy bread upon the 490 Eternal" Lord, from land 99 Fling out the banner; let 10S From Greenland's icy m 47k Hasten. Lord, the glorio 467 He that goeth forth I! Ho ! reapers of life's har 612 How beauteous are their 417 If the name of the Savio 782 Lo ! the army of our Kin 712 O'er the gloomy hills of 527 On the mountain's top a 524
0 where are the reapers 669 Praise the Saviour, all ye 489 Saints of God, the day'is 757 Shout the tidings of salv 634 Sound, sound the truth 430 The morning light is bre 611 Ye Christian heralds, go 123 Ye messengers of Christ 380 Yes, we trust the day is 531
Ordination. Vouchsafe, O Lord, thy p 329
Zion. All you that have confes 419 Arm of the Lord, awake 122 Come, let us join our frie 339 Eternal Lord, from land 99 Glorious things of thee a 507 Great is the Lord, our G 49 Hail to the brightness of 539 Happy the church, thou 129 How charming is the pla 361 How honored is the piac 354 How pleasant, how divi 111 How pleased and blest w 346
1 love thy kingdom, Lor 418 Lord of the worlds abov 422 My soul, how lovely is t 232 O bow thine ear. Eternal 118 O come, loud anthems le 106
0 thou whose own vast t 29 Our souls are in the Savi 252 Salvation ! O the joyful s 212 'Tis heaven begun below 347 Triumphant Zion, lift th 120 Zion, awake, thy strengt 94
FAITH.
By faith in Christ I walk 15^ Faith adds new characte 231.'
1 know that my Redeem 218 I know that my Redeem 107 Lord, I believe: thy pow 570 Lord, in whose might th 324 O for a faith that will no 273 O for an overcoming fait 313 O for a strong, a lasting f 157 The tempter to my soul 161 Thou art my hiding-plac 259 Though troubles assail m 540 Unshaken as the sacred h 307 We saw thee not when th 742
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FAMILY.
No. >y the home, where 327 In all my ways, 0 God, I 871
FUNERALS.
Asleep in Jesus, blessed 188 Dear is the spot where C 132 Fallen on Zion's battle-fl 337 Friends who have loved 809 Go to thy rest, fair child 410 How blest are they who 156 Rest for the toiling hand 405 Servant of God, well don 390 Sister, thou wast mild an 505 Sleep thy last sleep, free 542 They are going— only go 514 Thou art gone to the gra 513 When blooming youth is 328
GOD.
Creation. Hail ! great Creator, wise 24 I'll praise my Maker wh 77 I sing th' almighty powe 31 Songs of immortal praise 30 There's nothing bright, a 100 The spacious firmament 68 Thou art, O God, the livi 70
Eternity. Ere mountains reared th 7 Jehovah reigns ; he dwe 15 O God, our help in ages 25
Father. Almighty Father of man 300 And can my heart aspire 249 My God, my Father— bli 291 Thou source of life and 370 To thee, my heart, etern 109
Qoodness. Awake, my soul, awake 20 God of my life, to thee b 8 How rich thy favors, Go 208 O God, unchanging foun 334 O source divine and life 110 Sweet is the memory of t 33 Triumphant Lord, thy g 23 With one consent let ail 14
Lave of. Come, ye that know and 45 O love of God, how stro 66 O render thanks to God 102 Raise your triumphant s 55
Mercy. Father of mercies, God o 278 Mercy alone can meet m 289 O render thanks to God a 102 Though waves and stor 74
Omnipresence. Father of spirits, nature 170 Great God ! thy penetrat 245 Jehovah God, thy gracio 32
Omniscience. Lord, all I am is known 254
Perfections. Awake, my tongue, thy t 1 High in the heavens, ete 22 Jehovah, God, thy grace 32 Jehovah reigns, his thro 2
GOD.— Continued.
Perfections.— Coni'd. No.
O source divine, and life 110 Thy goodness, Lord, our 297
Providence. God moves In a mysteri 27 There's not a tint that pa 302 Though troubles assail a 540 With songs and honors s 344
Refuge. God is the refuge of his s 13 O God, our help in ages 25
Sovereignty. Before Jehovah's awful t 3 Come, sound his praise a 15 Give to the winds thy fe 58 Jehovah reigns; he dwel 15 Kingdoms and thrones t 6 Long as I live I'll praise 37 Songs of immortal praise 30 The Lord is King ! lift u 17 Thy kingdom, Lord, fore 28
Watchcare. Almighty Father, gracio 223 Call Jehovah, thy salvat 509 God is the refuge of his s 13 How gentle God's comm 366 Lead me, oh my heaven 714 Lead us, heavenly Fathe 660 Mv soul, repeat his prais 53 O God of Bethel, by who 237 The Lord himself doth c 552 The Lord my pasture sh 73 The Lord my shepherd i 368 The Lord is my shepher 674 The tempter to my soul 161 When all thy mercies, O 48 While my Redeemer's n 413
Woi'ship and Adoration Arise, ve people, and ad 206 Eternal God, celestial Ki 18 God is the fountain whe 57 Holy, holy, holy ! Lord G 41 Lord, when my rapture 304 O come, loud anthems, 1 106 O God, my heart is fully 220 Praise the Lord, his glor 448 Praise to thee, thou grea 483 Praise ye the Lord, 'tis g 105 Servants of God, in joyfu 10 Sweet is the work, my G 21 We praise thee, O God, f 550 With deepest reverence o 9 With one consent let all 14 Ye nations round the ca 91 Yes, I will bless thee. O 46
GRACE.
Amazing grace ! how sw 326 Grace, 'tis a charming so 54 O love beyond our highe 738 O sweet employ, to sing 191
HARVEST. Praise to God, immortal 440 The God of harvest prais 434
HEAVEN. A crown of glory bright 587 And is there, Lord, a rest 393
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HEAVEN.-ConKnued.
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A sweetly solemn thoug 401 After the voyage and the 772 Angel voices sweetly sin 824 At the sounding of the tr 838 Beautiful valley of Eden 642 Beautiful Zion, built ab 707 Beyond this land of part 695 Forever with the Lord, a 411 Friends who have loved 809 Give me the wings of the 200 Hear what God, the Lor 506 Here we are but straying 702 How happy every child o 267 How vain "is all beneath 783 I am waiting for the mas 709 I have a home above, fr 406 I have friends across the 648 I have heard of the joy 769 I hope to meet you all i 827 I'll sing of that stream, of 776 I'm but a stranger here 688 In expectation sweet we 386 In the Christian's home 704 Is it far to the land of re 690 I've reached the land of 666 I will sing you a song of 708 Jerusalem, my glorious h 338 Jerusalem, my happy ho 331 Jerusalem the golde 614, 735 Jerusalem the golden w 476 Just across the silent riv 835 Just over the river, just o 771 Land ahead, its fruits ar 710 Lo ! what a glorious sigh 345 No eve has seen the trea 751 O land of rest, for thee I 2% On Jordan's stormv ban 573 On that shore, on that b 837 On Zion's glorious summ 190 O sweet emplov, to sing 191 O think of the home ove 698 Over Jordan we shall me 620 Past the toil, the pain, th 745 Shall we gather at the ri 699 Since I can read my title 295 The Bible reveals a glori 692 The evening shades are f 618 The time ordained of Go 803 The voyage has been we 805 There is a land of pure d 332 There is an hour of hal 266 There is an hour of peac 330 There is a home with th 829 There is a land celestial 828 There is a land that is fa 697 We are on our journey h 538 We are sailing on the shi 830 We have no home but h 478 We're going home, no m 625 We shall reach the river 840 We speak of the real 535, 766 When the mists have cle 649 When the waiting time i 810 When we hear the music 701 Who are these in bright 471
HOLY SPIRIT.
Behold what wondrous g 355 Blest Comforter divine w 398
INDEX OF SUBJECTS.
HOLY SPIRIT. -Continued.
No. Father, I wait before thy 2(12 Great source of light and 6.5 Great was the day, the jo 173 Jesus, the spring of joys 150 Lord, in whose might th 3-!4 Lord, let thy spirit penet -10 My spirit longs for thee 591 Our blest Redeemer, ere 310 See how the rising sun p 378
HOPE. Blest be the everlasting 35 Hail, sweetest, dearest ti 333 How vain is till beneath 155 When marshaled on the 88 Will your anchor hold 725
INVITATION.
Alas and did my 569. 778, 847 Almost persuaded now t 706 And can I yet delay my 375 Behold I stand at the do 752 Blessed Jesus, faithful g 598 Come, humble sinner, in 261 Come, is the Saviour's d 819 Come to Calvary's holy 662 Come, weary souls, with 187 Come, ye disconsolate, w 680 Come, ye sinners, poor a 659 Delay not, delay not: wh 677 Faraway from home I'm 622 Give to the Lord thine h 396 Hark, sinner, while God 683 Have you heard the olde 731 How free and boundless 216 How shall I my Saviours 831 I am coming to the cross 597 I am sinful ; Lord to the 593 I hear my Saviour say th 589 I hear thv welcome voic 586 I love to tell the story of 613 I'm coming back to Jesu 812 In the Lamb's book of li 693 Is it for me, dear Saviour 616 Jesus is tenderly calling 781 Jesus, my Lord, to thee I 811 Jesus, the loving Shephe 817 Jesus, thou art the sinne 563 Just as I am withou 557, 813 Let every mortal ear att 235 Life is the time to serve t 559 Listen, sinner, mercy ha 661 Long I was a wanderer, J 584 Lord, weak and impoten 645 Love for all and can it b 592 Now is th' accepted time 385 O do not let the word de 560 O how divine, how sweet 231 O turn you, O turn you 679 O what amazing words o 572 Pass me not, O gentle Sa 632 Sinner, hear the invitati 654 Sinners, come to Christ t 678 Sinners, will you scorn t 656 Softly and tenderly Jesu 814 Soon the evening shado 639 Soul, a Saviour thou art 816 There is n fountain filled 562 There is joy in heaven a 788
INVITATION.— Continued.
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There is rest for the wea 821 To-day, if you will hear 148 When the harvest is past 780 When Jesus whispers to 815 Whosoever heareth, shou 672 Ye wretched, hungry, st 294
JUDGMENT. At the feast of Belshazz 798 Called to a feast by the K 779 Lo ! he comes with clou 532 That awful day will sure 850 The Lord will come, the 16 When earthly things hav 802 When thou, my righteou 340
LORD'S DAY. Again the Lord of light a 209 Blest morning, whose yo 215 Come, let us join, with o 244 Glory to God, who deign 287 Hail ! morning known a 124 Hail the blest morn, wh 87 Saviour, thy law we love 383 The Saviour risen to-dav 214 This the day the first rip 203 This is the day the Lord 2u7 This is the glorious day 358 Welcome, delightful mb 420 Welcome, sweet day of r 350
LORD'S SUPPER. A paiting hymn we sing 389 Blest feast of love divine 408 Dark was the night, and 280 Forever here my rest, cl 357 Here, O my Lord, I see t 536 How pleasing to behold 162 If human kindness meet 256 In memory of theSaviou 238 Jesus invites his saints t 379 Kindred in Christ ; for h 145 Lord, at thy table we be 263 Lord of our highest love 403 Mid scenes of confusion 6S2 My God, and is thy tabl 849 O God, unseen, yet 298, 755 Sweet the moments, rich 499 " Till he come ;' ' O let th 546 Welcome, ye hopeful hei 143 While in sweet commun 498
LOVE. Come ye that know and 45 Had I the gifts of tongue 362 Had I the tongues of Gr 101 Love divine, all love exc 508 Make channels for the st 321 More love to thee, O Chr 576 O love beyond conceptio 11 O love divine, how swee 195 O love divine, that stoop 139 O love of God, how stron 66 Saviour, teach me d 451, 789
MERCY-SEAT. Approach, my soul, the 286 From every stormy wind 558
451
MERCY-SEAT.— Continued.
No. From every stormy wind 568 Jesus, where'er thy peop 18] My father, to thy "mercy 2(J0
MINISTRY. Father of mercies, bow t 115 Vouchsafe, O Lord, thy 329 With joy we own thy ser 312
MORNING AND EVENING ING.
Evening. Abide with me ; fast fall 537 Another day is past, the 400 A sweetly solemn thoug 401 Fading, still fading, the 548 Father, whate'er of eart 322 Forever with the Lord, a 411 Glory to thee, my God, t 164 I love to steal aw hile aw 272 My God, how endless is 1 127 Now from labor and fro 604 Now the shades of night 459 Saviour, breathe an even 493 Silently the shades of ev 492 Softly now the light of d 453 Sun of my soul, thou Sa 168 Thou from whom we ne 439 Thou, Saviour, from the 174 Thus far the Lord has le 141
Morning. Awake, my soul, and wi 92 Once more, my soul, the 205
NATIONAL. God bless our native Ian 433 In prayer together let us 117 Lord, while for all mank 47 My country, 'tis of thee 432 Swell the anthem, raise t 449 While o'er our guilty Ian 119
OPENING AND CLOSING.
Closing. Almighty God, thy word 336 Dismiss us with thy bles 149 Eternal source of life an 228 For a season called 443, 852 From all that dwell belo 4 Glory be to God on high 464 God be with you till we 841 Let men their songs emp 365 Lord, at this closing hou 381 Lord, dismiss us with th 492 Lord, dismiss us with th 530 Lord, now we part in th 125 May the grace of Christ 655 Once more, before we pa 415 O render thanks to God 102 Our Father in heaven, w 675 Praise God, from whom 711 Praise the God of all ere 518 Shepherd of thy little flo 441 The peace which God al 136 Thine forever— God of lo 473 Thy name, almighty Lo 56 To bless thv chosen "race 353 To God, the only wise ; t 425
INDEX OF SUBJECTS.
OPENING AND CLOSING. Continued.
Closing.— Continued. No.
To God, the only wise; t 3(57 Worship, honor, glory, b 485
Opening. Again our earthly cares 227 Awake, ye saints, awak 421 Come sound his praise a 51 Early, my God, without 44 God is in his holy temp 522 Great God, the followers 1 1 1 How charming is the pla 361 How sweet to leave the 130 Hungry, and faint, and 373 It is good to be here wit 713 Lo! God is here— let us llti Lord in this sacred nous 391 Lord, we come before th 444 Now begin the heavenly 438 O Father, though the an 271 Safely through another 460 Thou art our Shepherd 306 To God, the only wise, o 00 To thy temple we repair 446 Within thy house, O Go 204 With sacred joy we lift 217
PEACE.
Behold, the mountain of 221 Give to the Lord thine h 396 Jesus, Lord, we look to t 452
0 peace of God, sweet pe 154 Peace,' the welcome sou 468 Prince of peace, control 457 While I hear life's surgi 665
PRAYER.
Blest hour, when mortal 178 Come to the house of p 414 Father, in the morning 806 Father, whate'er of eart 322 How sweet to be allowe 319 If 'tis sweet to mingle w 463
1 love to steal awhile aw 272
PRAYER— Continued.
No. Stealing from the world 450 Sweet hour of prayer, sw 553 The Lord, who knows fu 412 The Saviour bids thee w 2">3 Thou Saviour, from thy 174 What a friend we have i 629 While thee I seek, protec 335
PROMISES.
The promises I sing, wh 428 When adverse winds an 76
RECLAIMED.
As pants the hart for coo 299 Far away from home I'm 622 How oft, alas! this wret 258 Love for all ! and can it 592 O for a closer walk with 27"; Take me, O my Father, t 517 There is joy in heaven a 788
RESURRECTION.
Hail ! morning known a 124 How calm and beautiful 343 The Saviour risen to-da 214 We sing the Saviour's w 210 When we the sacred gra 146
SALVATION.
Blessed assurance, Jesus 767 Earth has a joy unknow 172 Forgiveness! 'tis a joyfu 126 Life is like a sunlit strea 765 Lord, as to thy dear cros 303 Salvation ! O the joy 212, 851 To him who did salvatio 341 What grace, O Lord, and 281
SCRIPTURES.
Blessed Bible, how I lov 635 Dear is the hope that the 823 Father of mercies, in th 288
452
SCRIPTURES.-Conrmu«d.
No. God, in the gospel of his 93 Holy Bible, book divine 79 How precious is the boo 36 How shall the young sec 255 I love the volume of thy 78 Precious Bible, what a t 80 The heavens declare the 69 To thee my heart, Etern 109 'T was by an order from 65 What glory gilds the sac 39
TEMPERANCE.
Mourn for the thousands 846 Sound the battle-cry, see 842 There's a rod above the 844 We have met rum's grim 845 We'll take up our stand 843 Who is on the Lord's sid 732
TIMES AND SEASONS.
And now. my soul, anot 236 A sweetly solemn thoug 401 Christ, the Lord, is risen 435 Come, let us anew our j 684 Hail the blest morn, wh 87 Hark ! the herald angels 85 Sovereign Ruler of the s 44"> Thou who roll'st the yea 469 Time is winging us awa 685 While shepherds watche 83
UNION. Blest be the dear unitin 233 Come, let us join our fri 339 Hail, thou God of grace 511 How blest and how joy 786 How blest the sacred tie 17") Jesus, Lord, we look to t 452 Jesus, thou Shepherd of 142 Let partv names no 351, 787 Planted in Christ, the li 224 Thy footsteps, Lord, wit 98
INDEX OF TUNES.
Page
Across the River 258
Adullam 92
Allhallows 94
All is Well 337
All Saints 46
All to Christ I owe 220
Amboy 154
America 143
Amoy 223
Angel Voices 426
Antioch 32
Anvern 46
Appleton 39
Arcadia 92
Are you Doers of the Word. 304
Are you Ready 251
Are vou Walking in His. . . 320
Ariel 66
Arimathea 154
Arlington ' 72
Ashland 343
Aspiration 98
Athens 33
At the Beautiful Gate 383
Austria 172
Autumn 174
Avon 82
Azmon 97
Balerma 86
Bartimeus 168
Bavaria 262
Bealoth 137
Beautiful Port of the Blest. 396
Beautiful Valley 254
Behold, I Stand and Knock. 340 Behold the Bridegroom. . . 416
Beulah Land 268
Benevento 156
Bethanv 211
Blessed are They 328
Blessed Assurance 356
Blessed Bible 246
Blessing 55
Bower 440
Bovlston 124
Bradford 74
Brattle Street Ill
Bremen 67
Brewer 41
Bridgman 14
Bringing in the Sheav.285, 352
Broomsgrove 12
Brown 101
Buckle on the Armor 249
Burlington 98
Page
By and By 236
Byefield 100
Caddo 82
Calling me Over the Tide. 400
Calm 114
Calvary 183
Cambridge 115
Carlisle 25
Carter 169
Challen 186
Chelmsford 78
Chester 102
Chesterfield 76
Chestnut Street 202
Chimes 93
Chopin 70
Christ is Precious 255
Christ is Risen 314
Christmas 81
Clapton 22
Clarendon 88
Clarington 178
Cleft for Me 399
Come, O Come 239
Come, Sinner, Come 406
Come to the Fount 410
Come Unto Me (chant) 413
Come, Ye Disconsolate 280
Comfort 191
Coming now 242
Coming to the Cross 224
Cookham 223
Cooling 83
Corinth 108
Coronal 182
Coronation 68
Cowper 208
Cranbrook 22
Creation 27
Dalston 116
Darwall 139
Dedham 77
De Fleury 178
Deliverance will Come 384
Dennis 122
Dependence 212
Desire 373
Devizes 70
Diademata 117
Dijon 170
Dix 153
Dorrnance 167
Dort 142
Dover 20
453
Page
Downs 106
Doxology 26
Do Your Feet Grow Weary. 331 Do You See the Beacon .". . 324
Draw Me to Thee 256, 365
Duane Street 36
Duke Street 3
Dundee 11
Dykes 194
Easter Hvmn 144
Edgeworth 96
Edmeston 103
Elizabethtown 99
Ellesdie 257
Ellinwood 133
Eltham 155
Ernan 49
Essex 163
Evan 95
Even Thee 279
Eventide 189
Ever will I Pray 397
Every Day 240
Ewing 159
Excelsior 214
Expostulation 278
Eye has not Seen 339
Fahen 17&
Fading, still 196
Federal Street 62
Fennor 35
Ferguson 121
Flower 149
Floyd 152
Forever Thine 392
Forever with the Lord 134
Forgive us our Debts 425
For You and for Me 405
Foundation 277
Fountain 204
Frederick 190
Gathering Home 424
Geneva 18
Gerar 23
Germany 43
Gilcrest 24
Gilead 40
God be With You 433
Going Home 109
Going Home at Last 236
Gorton 129
Goshen 278
Gould 94
Go, Wash in the Stream ... 366
INDEX OF TUNES.
Page
Gratitude 48
Greenville 173
Groton 96
Guidance 176
Guide 224
Haddam 141
Hamburg 50
Handwriting on the Wall. 388
Happy, Coming Day 394
Happy Day 200
Happy Zion 265
Harvest Time 308
Harvev's Chant 10
Harwell 181
Hatfield 150
Haydn 102
Heaven at Last 415
Heavenly Father Lead Me . 301
Heber 71
Hebron 52
He is Calling 407
He is Near Me 329
He will Come 390
He Knows it All 240
He Leadeth Me 198
He will Hide Me 248
Hendon 147
Henley 281
Henry 7ti
Herald Angels 34
His Grace is Free 326
Hollingside 156
Holv Name of Jesus 349
Home 280
Horton 222
Hosanna ;'.7
Ho! Reapersof Life's Har. 231 How can I but Love Him . 215
How Blest the Day 376
How Strong is thy faith. . . 286
Hummel '. 19
Hursley 59
I Believe 207
I Bring Myself to Thee .... 302 I Bring Mv Sins to Thee. . . 221
I Could not Do 234
I Hear Thy Welcome Voic. 218 I Hope to Meet you All in. 418 I Love to Tell the Story .... 232 I'm Coming Back To-high. 403
I need Thee 212
In the Harbor 362
Invitation 264
Iowa 186
Ts it Far 288
Is it for Me 235
Ts my Name Writt 291, 34fi, 347 Is your Lamp Still Burnin. 309
Italian Hvmn 142
It is Good to be Here 300
Ives 157
I will Follow Jesus 305
I will Tell of the Saviour. . 353
Jerusalem the Golden. 233, 323
Jesus is Calling Today — 371
Jesus is Coming Again — 344
Jesus. I will Trust 210
Jewett 161
Page
Joy Among the Angels 378
Just as I Am 404
Just Over the River 360
Laban 126
Lanesboro 18
Land Celestial 419
Laura 35
Lenox 140
Let Me Drink 310
Let us Walk in the Light. . 363
Levdon 8
Lights Along the Shore. . . 332
Linwood 42
Lisbon 118
Lischer 138
Love Divine 172
Love, Joy, Peace 267
Loving Kindness 200
Lovingly, Tenderly Callin. 408
Lucas 283
Luther 24
Luton 9
Lux Benigna 195
Lyons 17
Mainzer 6
Maitland 205
Malvern 57
Manoah 91
Marlow 73
Marshall 377
Marton 182
Martvn 228
Mear 80
Medfield 15
Mendebras 160
Mendon 38
Mercv 151
Merdin 229
Meribah 113
Merton 105
Metropolis 112
Middletown 176
Migdol 48
Miles Lane 68
Milwaukee 171
Missionary Chant 47
.Missionary Hymn 160
Molucca 262
Monkland 150
More Like Jesus 272
More Love 210
Mount Blanc 188
Mount Pisgah 206
Mount Vernon 171
Mozart 144
Mourn for the Th [chant) 439
My Prayer 214, 317
My Redeemer 252
Naomi 107
Near the Cross 246
Nearer the Cross 395
Nearer My Home 219
Nearer Home 375
Nearer to Thee 423
Nettleton 261
Newcourt 30
Nicsea 16
Northfield 114
454
Page
Nottingham 145
Oak 218
Oaksville 90
Old Hundred 4
O Lead us Safelv Home ... 357
Oliphant 180
Olive's Brow 62
Olivet 213
Olmutz 130
Olney 135
Once for All 273
One Step at a Time 359
On Jordan's Stormv Bank. 209
Only Waiting 292, 417
Ortonville 104
Osgood 264
O Silvery Sea 386
O Sion. Sion 237
O Sound the Jubilee 436
Out of Self 307
Overberg 58
O Where are the Reapers.. 271 Ozrem 131
Palestine 64
Park Street 8
Passing Awav 205
Pass Me Not 244
Peace is Mine 266
Peniel 88
Penitence 282
Peoria 100
Perez 162
Perdn 184
Peterboro 71
Peters 116
Pilot :.. 226
Pleyel's Hymn . . . 1 146
Portuguese Hvmn 276
Prayer 8i>
Pray for Reapers 345
Precious Bible 31
Precious Name 253
Precious Promise 250
Purer in Heart 210
Rathbun 164
Ravnolds 188
Refuge 228
Regent Square 184
Rejoice and be Glad 197
Remember Me -04
Rest ')4
Retreat 201
Robinson 260
Rochester 12
Rock of Ages 226
Rockingham 26
Rolland
Rosecrans 202
Rosefield 227
Rowley 284
Russian Hymn 44
Sabbath 152
Sacred Feast 441
Safe in Port 333
Sardis 164
Saved by the Love 354
Scatter Seeds 334
tNDEX OF TUXES.
Page
Selena 29
Serenity 84
Sessions 44
Seymour 148
Shall I be There 393
Shawmut 128
Shining Shore 254
Shirland 120
Shout the Tidings 247
Siberia 185
Sicily 165
Silent Night 192
Siloam 85
Silver Street 21
Sing of Jesus 127
Skene 162
Sleep thv Last 192
Smart 179
Solnev 163
Some Day 391
Some Sweet Day 432
Something for Jesus 216
Song of the Sower 325
Sooner or Later 341
Sorrows 187
Sound the Battle Cry 434
Speer 220
St. Anns 14
St. Ignatius 134
St. Louis 65
St. Martin's 69
St. Nicholai 443
St. Thomas 123
St. Sylvester 170
State Street 128
Stearns 168
Stephens 13
Stockwell 166
Stonefield 51
Stow 140
Summer-Land 293
Swabia 20
Sweet Hour of Prayer 199
Take Me as I Am 402
Tappan 58
Tarrv with Me 289
Taylor 368
Tell it Today 372
Tell it to Jesus 348
Thatcher 119
That Blissful Place 374
That Old, Old Story 350
The Angels* Song 327
Paoe
1 The Child of a King 385
The Evergreen Shore 336
The Foundation 203
The Gate Ajar 398
The Glorious Land 290
The Great Phvsician 263
The Half has Never 364
The Happy Coming Daw . 394 The Haven of the Soul. . . . 421 The Kingdom Shall Stand. 316
The Land Celestial 419
The Lord is mv Shepherd . 380 The Lord is mv S. i chant). 409
The Lord is Risen 313
The Love of Jesus 311
The Olden Story 318
The Pearl of Greatest Pric. 245 The Realms of the Blest.. . 355 The Rock and the Sand . . . 270 The Rock that is Higher. . 269 The Soul's Sweet Home. . . 35S
The Thousand Years 291
The Water of Life 310
The Welcome That's Wait. 420
The World for Christ 299
There is No Friend Like J. 234 There's Much We can Do. .".22 These Sayings of Mine — 387
Thomas 166
Thou art Gone 193
Thv Will be Done 367
Thv Will be Done (chant). 431
'T is Religion 363
To the Work 287
Tribunal 442
Truro 7
Trust On 315
University
Upton
Uxbridge. .
Vail
Varina
Victory is Near .
Virgil
Vogel
Waiting by the River
Waiting to Welcome
Wales
Walking in His Footsteps.
Ward
Ware
455
148
207 110 438 132
217
381 428 266 320 60 42
Paob
Waring 15*
Warning 282
Warwick 75
Wavertree 28
Webb 230
We Believe 330
Weber 379
We Have an Anchor 312
We Wait His Coming 382
We'll Crown Them 135
We'll Work till Jesus Com. 243
Welton
We're Going Home 211
We Scatter Seed 238
Wesley 190
What a Friend we Have in. 242
What a Gathering 430
What hast Thou doue 238
When Jesus Rules 335
When the Harvest is Past. 370 When the King Comes in. 369
When the Mists 258
When the Waiting Time. . 401
Where'er Thou Goest 208
Whiter than Snow. . . . 222, 275 Whiter than the Snow .... 342
Whitney 84
Who is bn the Lord's Side. 319
Who is This 411
Whosoever Will 274
Will You Come 412
Wilmot 31
Wilson 169
Windham 441
Wolford 177
Wonderful Love 422
Wonderful Words 225
Wonderful Words of Salv. 414
Woodland 109
Woodman 442
Woodstock 90
Woodworth 201
Work, Brother 303
Workers at Home 338
Work Song 244
Work, Watch, Prav 306
Worlev 136
Wyatt" 138
Young 199
Zephyr 63
Zerah 32
Zion 180
ESTDEX OF FIRST LINES.
Abide with me, fast falls the eventide..
A broken heart, my God, my King
A charge to keep I have
A crown of glory bright
After the voyage
Again our earthly cares we leave
Again the Lord of light and life
Alas! and did my Saviour 569, 778,
Alas! what hourly dangers rise
All as God wills, who wisely heeds
All hail the power of Jesus' name
All you that have confessed
Almighty Father, gracious Lord
Almighty Father of mankind
Almighty God, thy word is cast
"Almost persuaded" now to believe...
Always with us, always with us
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound ..
Am I a soldier of the cross
And can I yet delay
And can my heart aspire so high
And did the holy and the just
And is the gospel peace and love
And is there, Lord, a rest
And now, my soul, another year
Angels, roll the rock away ..'.
Angel voices sweetly singing
Another day is past
A parting hymn we sing
Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat
Are you Christ's light-bearer
Are you doers of the word
Are you ready for the Bridegroom
Are you walking in his footsteps
Are you weary, are you heavy
Arise, ye people, and adore
Arise, ye saints, arise
Arm of the Lord, awake! awake
Ashamed of Christ, our souls disdain..
Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep
As pants the heart for cooling
A sweetly solemn thought
As with gladness men of old
At the feast of Belshazzar
At the sounding of the trumpet
Awake, and sing the song
Awake, awake the sacred song
NO.
537
165 382 587 772 227 209 847 257 315 198 419 223 300 336 706 500 326 566 375 249 240 554 393 236 465 824 400 389 286 722 717 825 733 760 206 404 122 260 188 299 401 461 798 838 59 38
Awake, my soul, and with the sun
Awake, my soul, awake, my tongue...
Awake, my soul, to joyful lays
Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve . Awake, my tongue, thy tribute bring.
Awake, ye saints, awake
Away from earth my spirit turns
Back from the long ago
Beautiful valley of Eden
Beautiful Zion built above
Before Jehovah's awful throne
Behold! I stand and knock
Behold the blind their sight receive
Behold the Christian warrior stand
Behold the glories of the Lamb
Behold the mountain of the Lord
Behold the Saviour of mankind
Behold the sure foundation stone
Behold what wondrous grace
Be it my only wisdom here
Be of good cheer, ye friends of Jesus..
Be the morning dark or fair
Beyond the starry skies
Beyond this land of parting, losing
Blessed are they
Blessed assurance
Blessed Bible, how I love it
Blessed fountain", full of grace
Blessed Jesus, faithful Guide
Blest are the humble souls that see
Blest are the pure in heart
Blest be the dear uniting love
Blest be the everlasting God
Blest be the tie that binds
Blest Comforter divine
Blest feast of love divine
Blest hour when mortal man retires...
Blest is the man whose
Blest morning whose young dawning..
Blow ye the trumpet, blow
Brethren, while we sojourn here
Bright and joyful was the morn
Brightest and best of the sons of the...
Bright source of everlasting love
Bright was the guiding star
Broad is the road that leads to death..
NO.
92 20 555 241 1 421 185
832 642 707 3 752 179 152 222 221 314
34 355 197 696 737 349 695 740 767 635 458 598 160
62 233
35 364 398 408 178 316 215 426 470
86
87 213 242 848
456
INDEX OF FIRST LINES.
Buried beneath the yielding wave
By faith in Christ I walk with God
Called to the feast
Call Jehovah thy salvation
Cast thy bread upon the waters
Christ is our corner-stone
Christ, the Lord, is risen today
Cling to the Mighty One
Closer to thee, my 'Father, draw
Come every pious heart
Come, humble sinner, in whose
Come, is the Saviour* s dying
Come join, ye saints, with heart
Come, let us anew
Come, let us join in songs of praise
Come, let us join our cheerful songs ...
Come, let us join our friends above
Come, let us join with one accord
Come, sound his praise abroad
Come, thou long-expected Jesus
Come to Calvary's holy mountain
Come to the house of prayer
Come unto Me (chant)
Come unto me, when shadows darkly
Come, weary souls, with sin
Come, we who love the Lord
Come, ye that know and fear the
Come, ye disconsolate, where'er
Come, ye sinners, poor and needy
Come, you that love the Saviour's
Crown him with many crowns
Crown his head with endless blessing..
Dark was the night, and cold the
Day by day my path grows
Dear is the hope that the
Dear is the spot where Christians
Delay not. delay not, 0 sinner
Did Christ o'er sinners weep
Dismiss us with thy blessing, Lord
Do not I love thee,0 my Lord
Down in the valley
Do you see the beacon
Early my God, without delay
Earth has a joy unknown in heaven...
Earthly joys no longer please us
Ere mountains reared their forms
Ere the blue heavens were stretched...
Eternal God. celestial King
Eternal Lord, from land to land
Eternal Source of life and light
Exalted Prince of life, we own
Fading, still fading, the last beam is...
Faith adds new charms to earthly
Fallen on Zion's battle-field
Far away from home I'm wandering..
No. 264 158
509 490 423 435
579 775 427 261 819 196 684 226 284 339 244
51 501 662 414 822 681 187 352
45 680 659 292 348 487
280 785 823 132 677 374 149 283 718 736
44 172 512
12
IS
99
228
153
548 239 337 622
Father, hear the prayer we offer
Father, I know thy ways are just..
Father. I wait before thy throne
Father, in need I come
Father, in the morning
Father of mercies, bow thine ear
Father of mercies, God of love
Father of mercies, in thy word
Father of spirits, nature's God
Father, whate'er of earthly bliss
i Fear not, little flock
Fling out the banner, let it float
! For a season called to part 443,
Forever here my rest
Forever with the Lord
Forgiveness, 'tis a joyful sound
Forgive us our debts
Fountain of grace, rich, full and free- Free from the law, O happy
Friends who have loved me
From all that dwell below the skies ... | From Calvary a cry was heard
From every stormy wind that blows...
From Greenland's icy mountains
From the cross uplifted high
Gently, Lord. O gently lead us
Give me the wings of faith to rise
Give to the Lord thine heart
Give to the winds thy fears
Glorious things of thee are spoken
Glory be to God on high
Glory, glory to our King
Glory to God who deigns to bless
Glory to thee, my God, this night
Glory to thee, whose powerful word...
God be with you
God bless our native land
God, in the Gospel of his Son
God is in his holy temple
God is my strong salvation
God is the fountain whence
God is the refuge of his saints
God moves in a mysterious way
God of my life, to thee belong
God with us! O glorious name
Go to thy rest, fair child
Grace! ' tis a charming sound
Great God, the followers of thy
Great God, thy penetrating eye
Great is the Lord, our God
Great Source of life and light
Great was the day, the joy was great... Guide me. O thou srreat Jehovah
No 502 317 262 777 806 115 278 288 170 322 754 108 852 357 411 126 834 147 671 809 4 183 558 478 602
510 200 396
58 507 464 462 287 164
97 841 433
93 522 47--1
57
13
437
410
54
114
245
49
63
173
52S
Had I ten thousand gifts beside 193
Had I the gift of tongues 362
Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews 101 Hail ! great Creator, wise and good 24
457
INDEX OF FIKST LINER
Hail, morning known among the
Hail, sweetest, dearest tie that binds... Hail, the blest morn, when the great- Hail, thou God of grace and glory
Hail to the brightness of Zion's
Hail to the Lord's anointed
Happy tlie Church, thou sacred place.. Happy the home, when God is there...
Hark, sinner, while God from
Hark ! ten thousand harps and voices..
Hark, the glad sound! the Saviour
Hark, the herald angels sing
Hark! the throng of angel
Hark! the voice of Jesus calling 651,
Hark! the voice of love and mercy
Hasten, Lord, the glorious time
Have you heard the olden story
Have you worked in the
Heavy-laden, sad and weary
Hear what God, the Lord, hath spoken He dies! the Friend of sinners dies!...
He is risen
He knows the bitter, weary way
He leadeth me, 0 blessed thought
He that goeth forth with weeping..495,
He will come, our risen Lord
Heirs of unending life
Help us, 0 Lord, thy yoke to wear
Here, 0 my Lord, I see thee face to face
Here we are but straying
High in the heavens, eternal God
High o'er the hills
Holy Bible, book divine
Holy, holy, holy Lord, God Almighty Holy, holy, holy Lord, God of Sabaoth
Ho, reapers of life's harvest
Hosanna to our conquering King
Hosanna to the Prince of light
How beauteous are their feet
How beauteous were the marks
How blest and how joyous ••
How blest are they whose transient —
How blest the sacred tie that
How calm and beautiful the morn
How charming is the place
How firm a foundation, ye saints of ... How free and boundless is the grace...
How gentle God's commands
How gracious and how wise
How happy are they who their
How happy every child of grace
How happy is the Christian's state
How honored is the place
How oft, alas! this wretched heart
How pleased and blest was 1
How pleasing to behold and see
How pleasant, how divinely fair
How precious is the book divine
No. 124 333 87 511 539 480 129 327 683 523 84 85 739 750 526 467 731 716 658 506 135 727 626 551 721 799 64 274 536 702 22 735 79 41 67 612 277 211 417 138 786 156 175 343 361 676 216 366 394 686 267 229 354 258 346 162 HI 36
No
How rich thy favors, God of grace 208
How shall I my Saviour set forth. ...520, 831
How shall the young secure their 255
How strong is thy faith in the Saviour 688 How sweet, how heavenly is the sight 305 How sweetly flowed the gospel sound 128 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds.. 251
How sweet the praise, how high 103
How sweet to be allowed to pray 315)
How sweet to leave the world awhile.. 130
How tender is thy hand 39!>
How vain is all beneath the skies.. .155, 783
How various and how new 409
Humble souls, who seek salvation 504
Hungry, and faint, and poor.. 373
1 am coming to the cross 597
I am sinful; Lord to thee 593
I am waiting for the Master 709
1 am waiting for the morning 694
I ask not, Lord, for less to bear 730
I bless the Christ of God 376
I bring my sins to thee 590
I could not do without thee 617
I gave my life for thee, my precious... 621
If human kindness meets return 256
If the name of the Saviour 782
If 'tis sweet to mingle where 463
I have a home above 406
I have friends across the river 648
I have heard of the joy 769
I hear the Saviour say 589
I hear thy welcome voice 586
I hope to meet you all in glory 827
I know I love thee better . 774
I know that my Redeemer lives, and.. 218 I know that my Redeemer lives, what 107
I'll praise my Maker while I've 77
I'll sing of that stream 776
I love the volume of thy word 78
I love thy kingdom, Lord 418
I love to steal awhile away 272
I love to tell the story 613
I'm but a stranger here 588
I'm coming back to Jesus 812
I'm not ashamed to own my Lord 567
In all my ways, O God 371
In every trouble sharp and strong 279
In every trying hour 369
In expectation sweet 38fi
In heavenly love abiding 474
In memory of the Saviour's love 238
In prayer together let us fall 117
In sweet exalted strains 424
In the Christian's home in glory 704
In the cross of Christ I glory.... 486
In the desert of sorrow 723
In the Lamb's book of life 693
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INDEX OF FIRST LINES.
I need thee every hour
I saw away-worn traveler
I saw the cross of Jesus
I sing th' almighty power of God
I think I should mourn
I will sing of my Redeemer
I will sing you a song of that beautiful
I will tell of the Saviour
I would not live always ; I ask not
Is it far to the land of rest
Is it for me, dear Saviour
It is good to be here
I've found the pearl of greatest price.. I've reached the land of corn and wine
Jehovah, God, thy gracious power
Jehovah reigns, he dwells in light
Jehovah reigns, his throne is high
Jerusalem, m)r glorious home
Jerusalem, my happy home
Jerusalem, the golden, I languish
Jerusalem, the golden, with
Jesus, and shall it ever be
Jesus, I am coming now
Jesus, I live to thee
Jesus, I love thy charming name
Jesus, I my cross have
Jesus, in thy transporting name
Jesus invites his saints
Jesus is tenderly calling for thee
Jesus, I will trust thee
Jesus, keep me near the cross
Jesus, Lamb of God, for me
Jesus, Lord, we look to thee
Jesus, lover of my soul
Jesus, merciful and mild
Jesus, my Lord, to thee
Jesus only, when the morning
Jesus, Saviour, pilot me
Jesus shall reign where'er the sun
Jesus, the loving Shepherd
Jesus, the spring of joys divine
Jesus, thou art the sinner's Friend. .26,
Jesus, thou Shepherd of the sheep
Jesus, thou source of calm repose
Jesus wept: those tears are over
Jesus, where'er thy people meet
Joy to the world, the Lord is come
Just across the silent river
Just as I am, without one plea 557,
Just over the river
Kindred in Christ, for his dear sake
Kingdoms and thrones to God belong King Jesus, reign for evermore
" Land ahead! " Its fruits are waving...
Lead, kindly Light! amid th'
Lead me, Omy heavenly Father
No. 577 794 610 31 793 640 708 764 541 690 616 713 631 666
32
15 2 338 331 614 476 137 627 397 323 646 308 379 781 585 633 603 452 606 472 811 494 601
95 817 150 563 142
71 533 131
81 835 813 771
145
6
113
710
547 714
No,
Lead us, heavenly Father, lead us 660
Let every mortal ear attend 235
Let me but hear my Saviour say 144
Let men their songs employ 365
Let party names no more 351, 787
Let the holy name of Jesus 761
Let thoughtless thousands choose 159
Let us gather up the sunbeams 7 iu
Like the eagle, upward, onward 503
Life is like a sunlit stream 765
Life is one continued battle 637
Life is the time to serve the Lord 559
Listen, sinner, mercy hails you 661
Lo! God is here — let us adore 116
Lo! he comes with clouds 532
Long as I live I'll praise thy name 37
Long I was a wanderer 584
Look, ye saints: the sight is glorious... 525
Lord, all I am is known to thee 254
Lord, as to thy dear cross we flee 303
Lord, at this closing hour 381
Lord, at thy table we behold 263
Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing, bid 491 Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing, till 530
Lord, I believe; thy power I own 570
Lord, I care not for riches.., 758
Lord, I delight in thee 61
Lord, in this sacred hour 391
Lord, in whose might the Saviour trod 324
Lord Jesus, I long to be 673
Lord, lead the way the Savior went 246
Lord, let thy spirit penetrate 40
Lord, now we part in thy blest name.. 125
Lord of hosts, to thee we raise... 442
Lord of our highest love 403
Lord of the worlds above 422
Lord thou hast won 342
Lord, weak and impotent I stand 645
Lord, we come before thee now 444
Lord, with glowing heart I'll praise.... 516
Lord, when my raptured thought 304
Lord, while for all mankind we pray.. 47
Lord, whom winds and seas obey 447
Love divine, all love excelling 508
Love for all! and can it be 592
Lo! the army of our King 712
Lo ! what a glorious sight appears 345
Majestic sweetness sits enthroned 311
Make channels for the streams of love 321
Mary to the Saviour's tomb 605
May the grace of Christ our Saviour... 655
Mercy alone can meet my case 289
'Mid scenes of confusion, and 682
Mighty Rock, whose towering 808
More holiness give me 580
More like Jesus 670
More love to thee, O Christ 576
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Morning breaks upon the tomb
Mourn for the thousands
Must Jesus bear the cross alone
My country, 'tis of thee
My days are gliding swiftly by
My dear Redeemer and my Lord
My faith looks up to thee
My Father is rich
My Father, to thy mercy-seat
My God, and is thy table spread
My God, how endless is thy love!
My God, my Father — blissful name
My God, my hear^ with love inflame...
My God, my Strength, my Hope
My God, the spring of all my joys
My gracious Lord, I own thy right
My gracious Redeemer I love
My hope is built on nothing less
My only Saviour, when I feel
My Prophet thou, my heavenly guide
My Redeemer walks beside me
My Saviour, as thou wilt
My spirit longs for thee
My spirit on thy care
My soul, be on thy guard
My soul, how .lovely is the place
My soul, it is thy God
My soul, repeat his praise
My soul shall bless thee, 0 my God
My times are in thy hand
Nearer, my God, to thee
Nearer the cross
Night with ebon pinion
No change of time shall ever
No eye has seen
Not all the blood of beasts
Not all the nobles of the earth
Now be my heart inspired to sing
Now begin the heavenly theme
Now for a song of lofty praise
Now, from labor and from care
Now is th' accepted time
Now let our cheerful eyes survey
Now let our souls on wings sublime ...
Now the shades of night are gone
Now to the Lord who makes us know
0 bless the Lord, my soul, his
0 bow thine ear, eternal One
0 brothers do your feet grow weary....
0, come, loud anthems let us sing
0 could I find from day to day
0 could I speak the matchless worth .
0 do not let the word depart
0 Father, though the anxious fear
0 for a closer walk with God
0 for a faith that will not shrink
No.
466 I 0 for a heart to praise my God
846 j 0 for an overcoming faith
564 j 0 for a thousand tongues to sing
432 I 0 for a strong, a lasting faith
644 0 God, my heart is fully bent
0 God of Bethel, by whose hand
0 God, our help in ages past
0 God, unchanging fount of good
0 God, unseen, yet ever near 298,
0 happy day that fixed my choice
0 happy they who know the Lord
0 how divine, how sweet the joy
0 how kindly hast thou led me!
0, I wonder when Jesus is coming
0 land of rest, for thee I sigh 296,
0 Lord, how happy should we be
0 love beyond conception great
0 love beyond our highest
0 love divine, how sweet thou art
0 love divine, that stooped to share....
0 love of God, how strong and true
0 peace of God, sweet peace of God
0 render thanks to God above
0 silvery sea
0 sometimes the shadows are deep
O source divine and life of all
0 suffering Friend of human kind
0 sweet employ, to sing and trace
169 578 795 290 849 127 291 151 416 269 167 521
75 184
72 741 479 591 356 384 232 407
53
26 395
575 804 534 163 ?51 372 176 104 438 19 604 385 248 171 45£ 121
50 118 743 106 247 192 560 271 275 273
O the precious love of Jesus.
O think of the home over there
O thou Fount of every blessing
O thou, my Light, my Life, my Joy... O thou who driest the mourner's tear
O thou who hast my ransom
O thou whose own vast temple
O turn you, O turn you, for thy will ..
O what amazing words of grace
O when shall I see Jesus
O where are the reapers
O where shall rest be found
O worship the King all-glorious above
O'er the gloomy hills of darkness
Oft in sorrow, oft in woe
Once more, my soul, the rising day
Once more, before we part
One step at a time
One there is, above all others
On Jordan's stormy banks I stand
Only waiting till the shadows
Only waiting, only waiting
On the mountain's top appearing
On that shore, on that bright
Onward, Christian, though the region
On what are you building
On Zion's glorious summit stood
Our blest Redeemer, ere he breathed...
Our Father in heaven
Our heavenly Father calls
No.
268 313 199 157 220 237
25 334 755 556 250 231 515 756 628 194
11 738 195 139
66 154 102 796 667 110 186 191 643 698 653 202 276 801
29 679 572 608 669 402
4^ 527 456 208 415 770 496 573 513 826 524 837 488 668 190 310 675 360
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INDEX OF FIRST LINES.
Our Lord is risen from the dead
Our Saviour bowed beneath the wave Our souls are in the Saviour's hand....
Oat of sadness into gladness
Over Jordan we shall meet
Pass me not, 0 gentle Saviour
Past the toil, the pain, the conflict
Peace! the welcome sound proclaim ... Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive..
Planted in Christ, the living vine
Plunged in a gulf of dark despair
Praise God from whom all blessings... Praise, my soul, the King of heaven ...
Praise the God of all creation
Praise the Lord, his glories show
Praise the Lord, ye heavens adore him Praise the Lord, ye saints adore him. .
Praise the Saviour, all ye nations
Praise to God, immortal praise
Praise to thee, thou great Creator
Praise ye the Lord, 'tis good to raise ...
Precious Bible, what a treasure
Precious promise God hath given
Prince of peace! control my" will
Proclaim, saith Christ, my wondrous- Purer in heart, 0 God
Purer yet and purer
Raise your triumphant songs
Redeemed from guilt, redeemed
Rejoice and be glad: the Redeemer
Rest for the toiling hand
Return, 0 wanderer, now return
Rise, glorious Leader, rise
Rise, 0 my soul, pursue the path
Rock of Ages, cleft for me 545,
Safely through another week
Saints of God, the dawn
Salvation! Oh, the joyful sound.... 212, Saviour, breathe an evening blessing...
Saviour, grant me rest and
Saviour, more than life to me
Saviour, teach me day by day 451,
Saviour, thy dying love ..
Saviour, thy law we love
Scorn not the slightest word or deed...
See how the rising sun
Servant of God, well done
Servants of God! in joyful lays
Shall we gather at the river
She loved her Saviour; and to him
Shepherd of thy little flock
Shout the tidings of salvation
Silently the shades of evening
Silent night ! hallowed night
Since I can read my title clear
No. 89 180 252 720 620
632 745
468 189 224
293 711 529 518
44- 481 482 489 440 483 105 80 638 457 234 574 582
55 96 549 405 565 431 243 600
460 757 851 493 749 624 789 583 383 301 378 390' 10 j 699' 325 441 634 492 544 295
No.
Sing all ye ransomed of the Lord
Sing of Jesus
Sing them over again to me , 599
Sinner, hear the invitation
Sinners, turn — why will you die 594
Sinners, come to Christ the Saviour.... 678 Sinner- will you scorn the menage.... 656
Sister, thou wast mild and lovely
Sleep not, soldier of the cross ....
Sleep thy last sleep, free from 542
Softly and tenderly 814
Softly now the light of day 463
Soldiers of Christ, arise .... 359
Someday, someday 800
Songs of immortal, praise belong 30
Songs of praise awoke the morn 436
Sooner or later 753
Soon may the last glad song arise 112
Soon the evening shadows falling 639
So tender, so precious 581
Soul, a Saviour thou art 816
Soul, then know thy full salvation 647
Sound, sound the truth abroad 430
Sound the battle cry -42
Sovereign Ruler of the skies 445
Sowing in the morning 687, 763
Sowing the seed by the daylight fair... 700
Sow in the morn thy seed 388
Stand up. stand up for Jesus 609
Stealing from the world away 450
Sun of my soul, thou Saviour dear 168
Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of... 553
Sweet is the memory of thy grace 33
Sweet is the work, my God. my King 21
Sweet the moments, rich in 499
Swell the anthem, raise the song 449
Take me, 0 my Father, take me 517
Take my heart, O Father mold it 497
Take the name of Jesus with you 641
Tarry with me, 0 my Saviour 691
Teach me. my God and King 387
That awful day will surely come 850
The angels that watched round the 519
The Bible reveals a glorious land 692
The evening shades are falling 618
Thee we adore, eternal Lord 5
Thee we adore, 0 gracious Lord 134
The God of harvest praise 434
The great Physician now is near 657
The heavens declare thy glory. Lord... 69
The kingdoms of earth'. 729
The Lord himself doth condescend 552
The Lord is Kins, lift up thy voice 17
The Lord is my Shepherd...*. 790, 818
The Lord is mv Shepherd, no 674
The Lord is my Shepherd, (Chant) 818
The Lord is risen 726
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The Lord Jehovah reigns, let all
The Lord my pasture shall prepare
The Lord my Shepherd is
The Lord, who knows full well
The Lord will come, the earth shall....
The love of Jesus
The morning light is breaking
The peace which God alone reveals
The promises I sing
The Saviour bids thee watch and pray The Saviour, O what endless charms... The Saviour, risen to-day, we praise....
The spacious firmament on high
There stands a Rock, on shores of
The tempter to my soul hath said
The time ordained of God
The voyage has been weary
There are lights by the shore
There is a fountain filled with blood...
There is a gate
There is a habitation
There is a land celestial
There is a land of pure delight
There is a name I love to hear
There is a place
There is an hour of hallowed
There is an hour of peaceful
There is joy in heaven
There is no love like
There is no friend like Jesus
There is rest for the weary
There's a home with the saints
There's a land that is fairer than day ..
There's a rod above the ocean
There's a wonderful story
There's much we can do
There's not a tint that paints the
There's nothing bright above, below...
There were ninety and nine that
They are going — only going •
They're gathering homeward
Thine forever — God of love
Think gently of the erring one
This is the day the first ripe sheaf
This is the day the Lord hath made....
This is the glorious day
Thou art gone to the grave
Thou art my hiding place, O Lord
Thou art my portion, 0 my God
Thou art, 0 God, the life and light
Thou art our Shepherd, glorious God..
Thou art the way, to thee alone
Thou, from whom we never part
Though all the world my choice
Though troubles assail, and dangers ... Though waves and storms go o'er my..
Thou only Sovereign of my heart
Thou Saviour, from thy throne on
No. 52 73
368 412
1G 724 Gil 136 428 253 282 214
G8 561 161 803 805 744 562 807 619 828 332 318 784 2G6 330 788 724 615 821 829 697 844 762 734 302 100 703 514 833 473 320 203 207 358 043 259 309
70 306 285 439 1G6 540
74 140 174
Thou source of life and light
Thou who roll'st the year around
Through the love of God our Saviour
Thus far the Lord has led me on
Thy footsteps, Lord, with joy we
Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess Thy kingdom, Lord, forever stands....
Thy name, Almighty Lord
Thy precious side was riven
Thy will be done, (Chant)
Thy worthiness is all our song
"Till he come! " O let the words
Time is winging us away
'Tis heaven begun below
'Tis midnight: and on Olive's
'Tis my happiness below
'Tis religion that can give
'Tis religion that can give in the light
To bless thy chosen race
Today if you will hear his voice
Today the Saviour calls
To God, the only wise, our Saviour
To God, the only wise, to Jesus
To God, the only wise, who keeps
To him that loved the sons of men
To him who did salvation bring
Tomorrow, Lord, is thine
To our Redeemer's glorious name
To thee, my heart, eternal King
To the work! to the workl we are
To thy temple we repair
To us a child of hope is born
Triumphant Lord, thy goodness
Triumphant Zion! lift thy head
Trust on, trust on
'Twas by an order from the Lord
Unshaken as the sacred hill
No.
370 469 663 141
98 297
28
56 715 839
90 546 685 347 182 456 595 773 353 148 596
60 425 367 201 341 392 219 109 689 446
82
23 120 728
65
307
Vouchsafe, O Lord, thy presence now.. 329
We are joyously voyaging
We are living, we are dwelling
We are on our journey home
We are sailing on the ship
We are waiting by the river
We giv; thee but thine own
We have met rum's grim
We have no home but heaven
Welcome, delightful morn
Welcome, sweet day of rest
Welcome, ye hopeful heirs of heaven..
We praise thee, O God, for the Son
We're going home no more to roam ...
We saw thee not
We scatter seed with careless hand
We shall reach the river side
We sing the Saviour's wondrous
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INDEX OF FIRST LINES.
We speak of the realms of the blest, 535
We wait the coming of the Lord'
We'll take our stand for the youth
Whac a Friend we have in Jesus
What care I for fame's opinion
What could your Redeemer do
What glory gilds the sacred page
What grace, 0 Lord, and beauty
What shall I render to my God*.
When adverse winds and waves arise ..
When all thy mercies, 0 my God
When blooming youth is snatched
When earthly things have
When I survey the wondrous cross
When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay
When Jesus rules
When languor and disease invade
When marshaled on the nightly plain
When the harvest is past
When the mists have rolled
When the storms of life are raging
When the waiting time
When thou, my righteous Judge
When we hear the music ringing
When we the sacred grave survey
Where'er our path may lead
Where'er thou goest, I will go
While I hear life's surging billows
While in sweet communion feeding ...
While Jesus whispers to you
While life prolongs its precious light..
While my Redeemer's near
While o'er our guilty land, 0 Lord
While shepherds watched their flocks..
No. 766 792 843 629 664 607
39 281 230
76
48 328 802 133 177 747 265
88 780 649 636 810 340 701 146 768 571 665 498 815 181 413 119
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While thee I seek 335
Who are these in bright array 471
Who is on the Lord's side IWi
Who is this 820
"Whosoever heareth," shout, shout ... 672
Whcso heareth and doeth 797
Will your anchor hold 725
With deepest reverance at thy throne.. 9
Within the holy book of life 759
Within thy house, O Lord our God 204
With joy we meditate the grace 270
With joy we own thy servant 312
With one consent let all the earth 14
With sacred joy we lift our eyes 217
With songs and honors sounding 347
Work, for the night is coming 634
Worship, honor, glory, blessing 485
Ye Christian heralds, go, proclaim 123
Ye men and angels, witness now 568
Ye messengers of Christ 380
Ye nations round the earth rejoice 91
Ye servants of God, your master 43
Ye servants of the Lord 377
Yes, for me, for me he careth 650
Yes, he knows the way is dreary 652
Yes, I will bless thee, 0 my God 46
Yes! the Redeemer rose 429
Yes, we trust the day is breaking 531
Ye wretched, hungry, starving 294
Yield not to temptation 705
Zion awake; thy strength renew 94
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