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CHAPEL HYMN BOOK

WITH TUXES

* O R THE

WORSHIP OF GOD.

In Psalms and Hymns and Spiritual Songs, singing, with
grace in your hearts, to the Lord." — Col. III. 16.

IVISON, BLAKEMAN, TAYLOR & COMPANY
NEW YOEK AND CHICAGO.
1878.

Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1873, by

EDWIN F. HATFIELD,

in the Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington.

TAYLOR & BARWOOD, MUSIC ELECTROTYPERS,

"27 Rose Street, New Yobk.

PREFACE

The Chapel Hymn Book is an abridge! edition of the Church
Hymn Book. It is designed for the Chapel, the Lecture- Room, the
Social Meeting, and the Family. It aims, also, to meet the demands of
missionary and feeble churches for a book less expensive than the more
comprehensive and complete work.

To this end, the most familiar and best approved hymns and tunes
of the Church Hymn Book have been incorporated, without abridg-
ment or alteration, and in the same order of topics, into this humbler
selection. Both the hymns and the tunes of this Manual of Praise
are regarded as among the choicest in use among the churches of
America. As the numbering of the larger work is attached to each of
the hymns in this selection, both books may readily be used together.

The principles on which the original compilation was made- are fully
set forth in the preface to the Church Hymn Book.

Edwin F. Hatfield.

New York; January 1, 1873.

CONTENTS

I. -PREFACE
II.— HYMNS

HYMNS. PAGES.
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1—752 5—268

5—2

.—Hymns of Inyocation . 1—64

1. Morning and Evening 1—13

2. Lord's Day .... 14—31

3. Sanctuary .... 32—64

II.— Hymns op Adoration .

1. Tbe Triune God . .

2. The Eternal Father .

3. The Son of God . .

4. The Holy Spirit . .

III.— Hymns of Revelation

IV.— Hymns of Salvation .

1. The Need of Salvation

2. The Incarnation of

Christ

3. The Ministry of Christ

4. The Atoning Sacrifice

of Christ ....

5. The Resurrection and

Ascension of Christ

6. The Royal Priesthood

of Christ ....

V.— Hymns of Reconcilia-
tion 265—362 96—130

1. Pardon offered . . . 265—305

2. Pardon sought . . 306—331

3. Pardon found . . . 332—362

VI.- Hymns of Commemora-
tion 363—396 131—141

VII.— Hymns of Aspiration 397—491 142—175

1. Of Love 397—419

2. Of Faith 420—433

3. Of Hope 434—452

4. For Divine Fellowship 453—473

5. For Divine Grace . . 474—491

65—166

27—61

65—75

76—130

131—150

151—166

167—183

62--67

184—264

68—95

184—189

190—205

206—212

213—229

230—240

241—264

HYMNS. PAGES.

VIII.— Hymns of Tribulation 492—544 176—194

1. Spiritual Trouble . . 492—506

2. Afflictions .... 507—544

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-Hymns of Self-Examin-
ation 545—556 195—198

-Hymns of Church Rela-
tions 557—650 199—231

1. The Church .... 557—572

2. The Ministry . . . 573—584

3. Baptism 585—587

4. Covenant .... 588—593

5. Church Fellowship . 594—605

6. Declensions . . . 606—608

7. Revival 609—616

8. Missions 617—640

9. Working and Giving . 641 — 650

XI.-

-Hymns for Special Oc-
casions ....

1. Erection of Churches .

2. Festivals ....

3. Fast-Days

4. The Year and its Sea-

651—676 232—240

651—656

657—665

669—676

XII.— Hymns on the Close of

Probation . . . 677—701 241—249

XIII.— Hymns of Glorification 702—752 250—268

1. The Resurrection . . 702—707

2. The Judgment . . 708—717

3. Heaven 718—752

III.— DOXOLOGIES 269

IV.-INDEXES.- 270—292

1. Of Subjects 270—274

2. Of Scripture Texts .... 275—276

3. Of Tunes: (1.) Alphabetical . 277—281

(2.) Metrical . . . 281—283

4. Of Authors: (1.) Of Hymns . 283—285

(2.) Of Tunes . . 285—286

5. OF HYMNS 287—292

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1 Holt, holy, holy ! Lord God Almighty !

Early in the morning our song shall rise to thee:
Holy, holy, holy ! merciful and mighty;
God in Three Persons, blessed Trinity !

2 Holy, holy, holy I all the saints adore thee,

Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea;
Cherubim and seraphim falling down before thee,
"Which wert, and art, and evermore shaft 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 Gol Almighty!

All thy works shall praise thy name, in earth, and sky, and sea:
Holy, holy, holy! merciful and mighty;

God in Three Persons, blessed Trinity. Amen.

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1 Awake, my soul! and, with the sun,
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off duil 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,
High praise to the eternal King.

3 All praise to thee, who safe hast kept,
And hast refreshed me, whilst I slept;
Grant, Lord ! when I from death shall
I may of endless light partake. [wake,

4 Lord ! I my vows to thee renew;
Disperse my sins as morning dew; [will,
Guard my first springs of thought and
And with thyself my spirit fill.

5 Direct, control, ruggest, this day,
All I design, or do, cr Fay;

That all my powers, with all their might,
In thy sole glory may unite.

G Praise God, from whom nil blessings flow;
Praise him, all creatures here below !
Praise him above, ye heavenly host !
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

Thomas Ken, 1697, a.

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Glory to thee, my God ! this night,
For all the blessings of the light:
Keep me, Oh ! keep me, King of kings !
Beneath thine own almighty wings.

Forgive me, Lord ! for thy dear Son,
The ill that I this day have done;
That with the world, myself, and thee,
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.

Teach me to live, that I may dread
The grave as little as my bed;
Teach me to die, that so I may
Rise glorious at the awful day.

Oh ! may my soul on thee repose,
And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close:
Sleep, that shall me more vigorous make,
To serve my God when I awake.

When in the night I sleepless lie,
My soul with Leavenly thoughts supply:
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,
No powers of darkness me molest.

Thomas Ken, 1697, a.

■ • A Song for Morning or Evening. (4.|

My God! how endless i? thy love!

Thy gifts are every evening new;
And morning mercies from above

Gently distill, like early dew.

Thou spread'st the curtains of the night,
Great Guardian of my sleeping hours !

Thy sovereign word restores the light,
And quickens all my drowsy powtrs.

I yield my powers to thy command;

To thee I consecrate my days;
Perpetual blessings, from thy hand.

Demand perpetual songs of praise.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

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1 Sun of my soul, thou Saviour dear !
It is not night, if thou be near;

Oh ! may no earth-born cloud arise.
To hide thee from thy servant's eyes !

2 When the soft dews of kindly (deep
My wearied eyelids gently steep,

Be my last thought, how sweet to rest
For ever on my Saviour's breast !

3 Abide with me from morn till eve,
For without thee I cannot live ;
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without thee I dare not die.

4 If some poor wandering child of thine
Have spurned to-day the voice divine,
Now, Lord ! the gracious work begin ;
Let him no more lie down in sin.

5 "Watch by the sick ; enrich the poor,
With blessings from thy boundless store ;
Be every mourn, r's sleep to-night,
Like infant's slumbers, pure and light !

G Come near and bless us when we wake.
Ere through the world our way we take ;
Till, in the ocean of thy love,
"We lose ourselves in heaven above.

John JTeftfe, 1827

U» Psalm 141.

1 My God ! accept my early vows,
Like morning incense in thy house
And let my nightly worship rise
Sweet as the evening sacrifice.

2 "Watch o'er my lips, and guard them, Lord!
From every rash and heedless word ;
Nor let my feet incline to tread

The guilty path where sinners lead.

3 Oh ! may the righteous, when I stray,
Smite and reprove my wandering way :
Their, gentla words, like ointment shed,
Snail never bruise, but cheer my head.

i When I behold them pressed with grief,
I '11 cry to heaven for tbeir relief ;
And, by my warm petitions, prove
How much I prize their faithful love.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

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• • An Evening Hymn.

1 Thus far the Lord has led mo on,

Thus far his power prolongs my days ;
And every evening shall make known
Some fresh memorial of his grace.

2 Much of my time has run to waste,

And I, perhaps, am near my home ;
But he forgives my follies past,

He gives me strength for days to come.

3 I lay my body down to sleep, —

Peace is the pillow for my head ;
While well-appointed angels keep

Their watchful stations round my bed.

4 Thus, when the night of d^ath shall com*\

My flesh shall rest beneath the ground,
And wait thy voice to rouse my tomb,
"With sweet salvation in the sound, •
Isaac Watts, 1709.

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1 Once more, my soul ! the rising day

Salutes thy waking eyes ;
Once more, my voice ! thy tribute pay
To him that rolls the skies.

2 Night unto night his name repeats,

The day renews the sound ;
Wide as the heaven, on which ho sits,
To turn the seasons round.

3 'T is he supports my mortal frame, —

My tongue shall speak his praise ;
My sins would rouse his wrath to flame,
And yet his wrath delays.

4 Great God ! let all my hours be thine,

Whilst I enjoy the light ;
Then shall my sun in smiles decline,
And bring a pleasing night.

Philip Doddridge, 1740.

</• The Twilight of Evening.

1 I love to steal awhile away

From every cumbering care,
And spend the hours offsetting da;
In humble, grateful prayer.

2 I love in solitude to shed

The penitential tear,
And all his promises to plead,
Where none but God can hear.

3 I love to think on mercies past,

And future good implore,
•And all my cares and sorrows cast
On him whom I adore.

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4 I love by faith to take a view

Of brighter scenes in heaven ;
The prospect doth my strength renew,
While here by tempests driven.

5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er,

May its departing ray
Be calm as this impressive hour,
And lead to endless day !

Mrs. Phoebe II. Brown, 1825.

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A n Evening Son g. (10.)

1 Now, from the altar of our hearts,

Let incense flames arise ;
Assist us, Lord ! to offer up
Our evening sacrifice.

2 Awake, our love ! awake, our joy !

Awake, our hearts and tongue !
Sleep not, when mercies loudly call ;
Break forth into a song.

3 Minutes and mercies multipled

Have made up all this day ;
Minutes came quick, but mercies were
More fleet and free than they.

4 New time, new favors, and new joys,

Do a new song require ;
Till we shall praise thee as we would,
Accept our heart's desire.

5 Lord of our time ! whose hand hath set

New time upon our score ;
Thee may we praise for all our time,
When time shall be no more !

John TIason, 1<>k:;, a.

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Evening Contemplation.

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1 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

Naught escapes, without, within !
Pardon each infirmity,

Open fault, and secret sin.

3 Soon, for me, the light of day
Shall for ever jmss away :
Then, from sin and sorrow free,
Take me, Lord ! to dwell with thee.

4 Thou who, sinless, yet hast known

All of man's infirmity !
Th^n, from thine eternal throne,
Jesus ! look with pitying eye.

George W. Doane, 182G.

l &m The Round of daily Care. ( 24. )

1 In the morning hear my voice,
Let me in thy light rejoice ;

God, my Sun ! my strength renew,
Send thy blessing down like dew.

2 Through the duties of the day,
Grant me grac i to watch and pray ;
Live as always seeing thee,
Knowing, — Thou, God ! "seest'me.

3 When the evening skies display
Richer pomp than noon's array,
Be tbe shades of death to me
Bright with immortality.

4 When the round of care is run,
And the stars succeed the sun,
Songs of praiss with prayer unite,
Crown the day, and hail the night.

5 Thus with the?, my God ! my Friend i
Time begin, continue, end,

While life's joys and sorrows pass,
Like the changes of the grass.

James Montgomery, 1825.

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Repose and Devotion.

(21.)

1 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 ;
Oh ! behold me from above,
Fdl 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 blessing? 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 ;
Oh ! accept my song of praise,

Thomas Hastings, 1831.

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1 Still, still with thee, my God !

I would desire to be ;
By day, by night, at home, abroad,
I would be still with thee :

2 With thee, when dawn comes in,

And calls me back to care ;
Each day returning to begin
With thee, my God ! in prayer :

3 With thee, amid the crowd

That throngs the busy mart,
To hear thy voice, 'mid clamor loud,
Speak softly to my heart.

4 With thee, when day is done,

And evening calms the mind :
The setting, as the rising, sun
With thee my heart would find.

5 With thee, when darkness brings

The signal of repose,
Calm in the shadow of thy wings,
Mine eyelids I would close.

G With thee, in thee, by faith
Abiding I would be ;
By day, by night, in life, in death,
I would he still with thee.

James Drummond Burns, 185(5.

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2 The King himself comes near,

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

3 One day, amidst the place

Where my dear God has been,
Is sweeter than ten thousand days
Of pleasurable sin.

4 My willing soul would stay,

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

Isaac Watts,

1707.

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The Lord's Day and Public Worship.

1 Welcome ! sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise !
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And the^e rejoicing eyes !

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Sabbath Enjoyment.

1 Sweet is the work, O Lord !

Thy glorious acts to sing.
To praise thy name, and hear thy word,
And grateful offerings bring.

2 Sweet, at the dawning light,

Thy boundless love to tell ;
And, when approach the shades of night,
Still on the theme to dwell.

3 Sweet, on this day of rest,

To join in heart and voice
With those who love and serve thee best,
And in thy name rejoice.

4 To songs of praise and joy

Be every Sabbath given,
That such may be our blest employ
Eternally in heaven.

Harriet Aulrr, 1829, a.

THE LORD'S DAY

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1 Safely through another week,

God lias brought us on our way ;
Left us now a blessing seek,

Waiting in his c >urts to-day :
Day of all the week the best,
Emblem of eternal rest.

2 While we pray for pardoning grace,

Through the dear Redeemer's name,
Show thy reconciled face,

Take away our siu and shame ;
From our worldly cares set free,
May we rest, this day, in thee.

3 Here we come thy name to praise ;

May we feel thy presence near :
May thy glory meet our eyes,

While we in thy house appear ;
Here afford us, Lord ! a taste
Of our everlasting feast.

4 May thy gospel's joyful sound

Conquer sinners, comfort saints ;
Make the fruits of grace abound,

Bring relief for all complaints :
Thus may all our Sabbaths prove,
Till we join the church above.

John Xeivton, 1779, a.

lO. " The God of the Sabbath. (38.)

1 Great Creator ! who this day

From thv perfect work didst rest,
By the souls that own thy sway,

Hallowed be its hours and blest ;
Cares of earth aside be thrown.
This day given to heaven alone.

2 Saviour ! who this day didst break

The dark prison of the tomb,
Bid my slumbering soul awake,

• Shine through all its sin and gloom
Let me, from my bonds set free,
Bise from sin, and live to thee !

3 Blesse'd Spirit, Comforter !

Sent this day from Christ on high,
Lord! on me thy gifts confer,

Cleanse, illumine, sanctily ;
All thine influence shed abroad,
Lead me to the truth of God.

Mrs. Julia Anne Elliott, 1S35.

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The holy Day of Rest.

(39.)

Welcome, sacred day of rest!

Sweet repose from worldly care ;
Day above all days the best,

When our souls for heaven prepare ;
Day, when our Redeemer rose,

Victor o'er the hosts of hell :
Thus he vanquished all our foes ;

Let our lips his glory tell.

Gracious Lord ! we love this day,

When we hear thy holy word ;
When we sing thy praise, and pray,

Earth can no such joys afford :
Bnt a better rest remains,

Heavenly Sabbaths, happier days,
Rest from sin, and rest from pains,

Endless joys, and endless praise.

William Brown (?) 1822.

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1 This is the day the Lord hath made ;

He calls the hours his own :
Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad,
And praise surround the throne.

2 To-day he rose and left the dead,

And Satau's empire fell ;
To-day the saints his triumph spread,
And all his wonders tell.

3 Hosanna to th' anointed King,

To David'd holy Son :
Help us, 0 Lord ! descend, and bring
Salvation from the throne.

4 Blest be the Lord, who comes to men,

With messages of grace ;
Who comes, in God his Father's name,
To save our sinful race.

5 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, 1719.

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Psalm 122.

(50.)

With joy we hail the sacred day,
Which God hath called his own ;

With joy the summons we obey
To worship at his throne.

Thy chosen temple, Lord ! how fair !

Where willing votaries throng,
To breathe the humble, fervent prayer,

Arid pour the choral song.

3 Spirit of grace ! Oh ! deign to dwell

Within thy church below ;
Make her in holiness excel,
With pure devotion glow.

4 Let peace within her walls be found ;.

Let all her sons unite,
To spread with grateful zeal around
Her clear and shining light.

Harriet Auber, 1829.

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Sabbath Morn.

(51.)

1 How sweetly breaks the Sabbath dawn

Along the eastern skies !
So, when the night of time hath gone,
Eternity shall rise.

2 How softly spreads the Sabbath light !

How soon the gloom hath fled !
So o'er the new-created sight
Celestial bliss is spread.

3 What q'riet reigns o'er earth and sea,

Through all the stilly air !
So calm may we, this Sabbath, be.
And free from worldly care.

4 Thus let thy peace, O Lord ! pervade

Our bosoms, all our days ;
And let each passing hour be made
A herald of thy praise.

5 This, peace of God — how full ! how sweet !

It flows from Jesus' breast ;
It makes our bliss on earth complete,
It brings eternal rest.

Edwin F. Hatfield, 1840.

THE LORD'S DAY

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Evening of the. Lord's Day. ( 55.)

1 Frequent the day of God returns

To shed its quickening beams ;
And yet how slow devotion burns,
How languid are its flames !

2 Accept our faint attempts to love,

Our frailties. Lord ! forgive ;
We would be like thy saints above,
And praise thee while we live.

3 Increase, O Lord ! our faith and hope*,

And fit us to ascend
"Where the assembly ne'er breaks up.
The Sabbath ne'er will end :

4 "Where we shall breathe in heavenly air,

With heavenly lustre shine ;
For ever feed on heavenly fare,
And feast on love divine ;

5 "Where we. in high seraphic strains,

Shall all our powers employ,
Delighted range th' ethereal plains,
And take our fill of joy.

3 We '11 catch the note of lofty praise ;

Their joys in part we feel ;
With them our thankful song we'll raise,
And emulate their ztal.

4 Come, then, ye saints ! and grateful sing

Of Christ, our risen Lord, —

Of Christ, the everlasting King, —

Of Christ, th' incarnate Word.

5 Hail ! mighty Saviour ! thee we hail !

"Who fill's t the throne above ;
Till heart and flesh together fail,
"We 11 sing thy matchless love.

Thomas Kelly, 1809, a.

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The First Day of the Week. ( 54.)

1 And now another week begins,

This day we call the Lord's ;
This day he rose, who bore our sins ; —
For BO his word records.

2 Hark, how the angels sweetly sing ! —

Their voices fill the sky !
They hail their great victorious King,
And welcome him on high.

' **• Lord's Day Evening.

"When, 0 dear Jesus ! when shall I

Behold thee all-serene,
Blest in perpetual Sabbath-day,

Without a veil between ?

Assist me while I wander here,

Amidst a world of cares ;
Incline my heart to pray with love,

And then accept my prayers.

Spare me, my God ! Oh ! spare the soul

That gives itself to thee ;
Take all that I possess below,

And give thyself to me.

Thy Spirit, O my Father ! give

To be my guide and friend,
To light my path to ceaseless joys,

To. Sabbaths without end.

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1 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 cares shall seize my breast ;
Oh ! may my heart in tune be found,
Like David's harp of .solemn sound !

3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord,
And bless his works, and bless his word ;
Thy works of grace, how bright they shine !
How deep thy counsels ! how divine !

4 Lord ! I shall share a glorious part,
When grace hath well refined my heart,
And iresh supplies ot joys are shed,
Like holy oil to cheer my head.

5 Then .'hall I see, and hear, and know
All I desired or wished below ;

And every power find sweet employ,
In that eternal world of joy.

Isaac Walls, 1719.

6 I • TI> e Lord's Day. (*7.)

1 This day the Lord hath called his own ;

Oh ! let us then his praise declare,
Fix our desires on him alone,

And seek his lace, with fervent prayer.

2 Lord ! in thy love, would we rejoice,

That bids the burdened soul be free ;
And, with united heart and voice,
Devote these sacred hours to thee.

The elernal Sabbath. (40.)

Lokd of the Sabbath ! hear our vows,

3 Now let the worldV, delusive things

No more our groveling thoughts employ ;
But faith be taught to stretch her wings,
In search of heaven's unlading joy.

4 Oh ! let these earthly Sabbaths, Lord !

Be to our lasting welfare blessed ;
The purest comfort here afford,
And fit us for eternal rest.

William II. Bathurst, 1831.

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And own, as grateful sacrifice,

The songs, which from the desert rise.

2 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord ! we love
But there 's a nobler rest above ;

To that our laboring souls aspire,
With ardent pangs of strong desire.

3 No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin, nor hell shall reach the place ;
No groans to mingle with the songs,
Which warble from immortal tongues.

4 No rude alarms of raging foes,
No cares to break the long repose,
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
But sacred, high, eternal noon.

5 O long expected day ! begin ;

Dawn on these realms of woe and sin ;
Fain would we leave this weary road,
And sleep in death to rise with God.

Philip Doddridge, 1737.

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5 New graces ever gaining

From this our day of rest,
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To Father and to Son ;
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Welcome to the Sabbath. (61.)

1 Thy holy day's returning,

Our hearts exult to see :
And, with devotion burning,

Ascend, our God ! to thee ;
To-day, with purest pleasure,

Our thoughts from earth withdraw
We search for sacred treasure,

We learn thy holy law.

2 We join to sing thy praises,

God of the Sabbath day !
Each voice in gladness raises

Its loudest, sweetest lay ;
Thy richest mercies sharing,

Oh ! fill us with thy love,
By grace our souls preparing

For nobler praise above.

Ray Palmer, 1865,

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1 Welcome, delightful morn,

Thou day of sacred rest !
I hail thy kind return ;

Lord ! make these moments blest ;
From the low train of mortal toys,
I soar to reach immortal joys.

2 Now may the King descend,

And fill his throne of grace !
Thy sceptre, Lord ! extend,

While saints address thy face :
Let sinners feel thy quickening word,
And learn to know and fear the Lord.

3 Descend, celestial Dove !

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Disclose a Saviour's love,

And bless these sacred hours ;
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Nor Sabbaths e'er be spent in vain.

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""•'• Psalm 84. (05.)

1 Lord of the worlds above !

How pleasant, and how fair,
The dwellings of thy love,

Thine earthly temples are !
To thine abode my he.irt aspires,
With warm desires to see my God.

2 Oh ! happy souls who pray,

Where God appoints to hear !
Oh ! happy men who pay

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They praise thee still ; and happy they.
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Oh ! glorious seat, when God, our King,
Shall thither bring our willing feet !

Isaac Watts, 1719.

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1 Now, to thy sacred house,

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2 Oh 1 send thy light abroad ;

Thy truth, with heavenly ray,
Shall lead my soul to God,

And guide my doubtful way ;
I '11 hear thy word with faith sincere,
And learn to fear and praise the Lord.

3 Here reach thy bounteous hand,

And all my sorrows heal,
Here health and strength divine,

Oh ! make my bosom feel ;
Like balmy dew, shall Jesus' voice
My heart rejoice, my strength renew.

4 Now in thy holy hill,

Before thine altar, Lord !
My harp and song shall pound

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Jonathan Evans, 1784.

Od* Close of Worship. (87.)

1 God of our salvation ! hear us ;

Bless, Oh ! bless us, ere we go ;

When we join the world, be near us,

Lest we cold and careless grow ;

Saviour ! keep us ;
Keep us safe from every foe.

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Thomas Kelly, 1809,

A parting Blessing implored. (S4.)

Lord ! dismiss us with thy blessing,
Fill our hearts with joy and peace ;
Let us each , thy love possessing,
Triumph in redeeming grace •,

Oh ! refresh us,
Traveling through this wilderness.

2 Thanks we give and adoration,

For thy gospel's joyful sound ;
May the fruits of thy salvation
In our hearts and lives abound ;

May thy presence
With us, evermore, be found.

3 So. whene'er the signal 's given,

Us from earth to call away,
Borne on angels' wings to heaven,
Glad the summons to obey,

We shall surely
Beign with Christ in endless day.

Walter Shirley, 1774.

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1 Lord ! dismiss us with thy blessing ;

Bid us all depart in peace ;
Still on gospel manna feeding,
Pure seraphic joys increase.

2 Fill our hearts with consolation ;

Unto thee our voices raise ;
When we reach that blissful station,
We will give thee nobler praise.

Edward Smyth, 1771.

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Heavenly Joy on Earth, (73.)

1 Come, we that love the Lord !

And let our joys be known :
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the tbrone.

2 Let those refuse to sing,

That never knew our G-od ;
But favorites 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 fields,
Or walk the golden streets.

5 Then let our songs abound,

And every tear be dry ; [ground,

We 're marching through Immanuel's
To fairer worlds on high.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

39.

The Pleasure of Social Worship.

1 How charming is the place,

Where my Redeemer God
Unveils the beauties of his fiice,
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.

(70.)

3 Here on the mercy-seat,

With radiant glory crowned,
Our radiant 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 To them his sovereign will

He graciously imparts ;
And in return accepts, with smiles,
The tribute of their hearts.

6 Give me, O Lord ! a place

Within thy blest abode,
Among the children of thy grace,
The servants of my God.

Samuel Stennett, 1772.

40.

Homage and Devotion.

(71.)

1 With joy, we lift our eyes

To those bright realms above,
That glorious temple in the skies,
Where dwells eternal love.

2 Before thy throne we bow,

O thou almighty King !
Here we present the solemn vow,
And hymns of praise we sing.

3 While in thy house we kneel,

With trust and holy fear,
Thy mercy and thy truth reveal,
And lend a gracious ear.

Thomas Jervis, 1795, a.

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Psalm 95. (70.)

1 Come, sound his praisa abroad,

And hymns of glory smg ;
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 works, 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.

5 But, if your ears refuse

The language of his grace, [Jews,
And hearts grow hard, like stubborn
That unbelieving race ; -

6 The Lord, in vengeance dressed,

Will lift his hand and swear, —
"You, that despised my promised rest,
Shall have no portion there."

Isaac Watts, 1719.

42.

Pleasures of spiritual Worship.

1 How sweet to bless the Lord,
And in his praises join,
With saints his goodness to record,
And sing his power divine !

2 These seasons of delight

The dawn of glory seem,
Like rays of pure, celestial light,
Which on our spirits beam.

3 Thus may our joys increase,

Our love more ardent grow,
While rich supplies of Jesus' grace
Refresh our souls below.

4 But, Oh ! the bliss sublime,

When joy shall be complete,

In that unclouded, glorious clime,

Where all thy servants meet !

Arum., 1829.

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Close of Worship. (78.)

1 Once more, before we part,

Oh ! 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 ov. to know the Lord,
And practise 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.

Joseph Hart, 170'2, a.

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Lobd ! we come before thee now :
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2 Lord ! on thee our souls depend,
In compassion, now descend ;
Fill our hearts with thy rich grace,
Tune our lips to sing thy praise.

3 In thine own appointed way,
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Let us all rejoice in thee.

William Hamnunul, 1745.

2 While thy glorious praise is sung,
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That my joyful soul may bless
Thee, the Lord, my Righteousness.

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

4 While thy ministers proclaim
Peace and pardon in thy name,
Through their voice, by faith, may I
Hear thee speaking from the sky.

5 From thy house, when I return,
May my heart within me burn,
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James Montgomery, 1812.

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Peace through the Blood of Christ.

(06.)

» A Day in the Lord's Courts.

To thy temple I repair,
Lord ! I love to worship there,
When, within the veil, I meet
Christ, before the mercy -seat.

(»0.)

1 Now may He, who, from the dead,

Brought, the Shepherd of the sheep,
Jesus Christ, our King and Head,
All our souls in safety keep !

2 May he teach us to fulfill

What is pleasing in his sight ;
Perfect us in all his will,

And preserve us day and night.

3 To that dear Redeemer's praise,

Who the covenant sealed with blood.
Let our hearts and voices raise
Loud thanksgivings to our God.

John Newton, 177'.).

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2 At Salem's courts we must appear,

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

3 Oh ! ever pray for Salem's peace ;

For they shall prosperous be,
Thou holy city of our God !
Who bear true love to thee.

Nahum Tate, 16*

4:0. Psalm 122.

1 How did my heart rejoice, to hear

My friends devoutly say,—
"In Zion let us all appear,
And keep the solemn day !"

2 I love her gates, I love the road ;

The church, adorned with grace,
Stands like a palace, built for God,
To show his milder face.

3 Up to her courts, with joys unknown,

The holy tribes repair ;
The Son of David holds his throne,
And sits in judgment there.

4 He hears our praises and complaints ;

And, while his awful voice
Divides the sinners from the saints,
We tremble and rejoice.

(97.)

Peace be within this sacred place,

And joy a constant guest !
With holy gifts and heavenly grace,

Be her attendants blest !

G My soul shall pray for Zion still,
While life or breath remains ;
There my best friends, my kindred, dwell,
There God, my Saviour, reigns.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

"*«!• PSALM 5. (99.)

1 Lord! in the morning thou shalt hear

My voice ascending high ,
To thee will I direct my prayer,
To thee lift up mine eye ; —

2 Up to the hilis, where Christ is gone

To plead for all his saints,
Presenting, at his Father's throne,
Our songs and our complaints.

3 Thou art a God, before whose sight

The wicked shall not stand ;

Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight,

Nor dwtll at thy right hand.

4 But to thy house will I resort,

To taste thy mercies there
I will frequent thy holy court,
And worship in thy fear.

5 Ob ! may thy Spirit guide my feet,

In ways of righteousness ;
Make every path of duty straight,
And plain before my face.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

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Psalm 132.

(102.)

1 Arise ! O King of grace ! arise,

And enter to thy rest ;
Lo ! thy church waits, with longing eyes,
Thus to be owned and blest.

2 Enter, with all thy glorious train,

Thy Spirit and thy word ;
All that the ark did once contain
Could no such grace afford.

3 Here, mighty God ! accept our vows ;

Here let thy praise be spread :

Bless the provisions of thy house,

And fill thy poor with bread.

4 Here let the Son of David reign,

Let God:s Anointed shine ;
Justice and truth his court maintain,
With love and power divine.

5 Here let him hold a lasting throne ;

And. as his kingdom grows,
Fresh honors shall adorn his crown,
And shame confound his foes.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

3 There shall I offer my requests,

And see thy beauty still ;
Shall hear thy messages of love,
And there inquire thy will.

4 When troubles rise, and storms appear,

There may his children hide ;
God has a strong pavillion, where
He makes my soul abide.

5 Now shall my head be lifted high

Above iny foes around ;
And songs of joy and victory
Within thy temple sound.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

The Joys of Heaven.

(104.)

Psalm 27.

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1 The Lord of glory is my light,

And my salvation too ;
God is my strength ; nor will I fear
What all my foes can do.

2 One privilege my heart desires ;

Oh ! grant me an abode
Among the churches of thy saints,
The temples of my God.

(108.)

1 Come, Lord ! and warm each languid heart,

Inspire each lifeless tongue,
And let the joys of heaven impart
Their influence to our song.

2 Theiij to the shining seat; of bliss,

The wings of faith shall soar,
And all the charms of paradise
Our raptured thoughts explore.

3 There shall the foU'wers of the Lamb

Join in immortal songs ;
And endless honors to bis name
Employ their tuneful tongues.

4 Lord ! tune our hearts to oraise and love,

Our feebl^ notes insplr ;
Till, in thy blissful courts above,
We join the heavenly choir.

Anne Steele, 176(1.

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My thirsty spirit laiuts away,

Without thy cheering graoi .

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Long for a cooling stream at hand,
A. i.l tlit y must drink or die.

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Can please my soul bo well,

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Not life itself, with all its joys.

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L 11 bless my God and King;

Thus will I litt my hands t<> pray,

And tune my lips to sing.

Isaac Watts, 171'J.

2 Our broken spirits, pitying, see;

And penitence impart;
Then let a kindling glance from thee
Beam hope upon the heart.

3 When we disclose onr wants in praytr,

Ifay we our wills resign;
And not a thought our bosom share,
Which is not wholly thine.

4 Let faith each meek petition fill,

And waft it to the skies;
And teach our hearts — 't is goodness still
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Lord! when we bend before toy throne,

And our eonfeasioss poor,
Teach u.< to feel the rina we own.

An 1 hate what we deplore.

The Influence „/ th. Spirit desired. (107.)

1 Great Father of each perfect gift !

Behold, thy servants wait;

With longing eyes, and lifted hands,

We flock around thy gate.

2 Oh ! shed abroad that royal gift, —

Thy Spirit from above,

To bless our eyes with sacred light,

And fire our hearts with Ur?< ■

'•> Blest Earnest of eternal joy!

l)<<lare our sin> forgiv n;

And bear, with energy divine,
Our raptured thoughts to heaven.

1 Diffuse, 0 God ! the copious showers,
That earth its iruit may yield.
And chanter tln^ barren wilder]
To Caxmel's flowery lit 1.1.

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Psalm 122.

(117.)

1 How pleased and blessed was I,
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, [round;

And walls of strength embrace thee
In thee our tribes appear
To pray, and praise, and hear

The sacred gospel's joyiul sound.

3 There David's greater Son
Has fixed his royal throne;

He sits for gracG and judgment there:
He bids the saint be glad,
He makes the Burner sad,

And humble souls rejoice with fear.

4 May peace attend thy gate,
And joy within thee wait,

To bless the soul of even' cruest !

The man that seeks thy peace,
And wishes thine increase, —

A thousand blessings on him rest.

5 My tongue repeats her vows; —
" Peace to tiiis sacred house !"

For there my iriends and kindred dwell:
And, since my glorious God
Makes thee his blest abode,

My soul shall ever love thee well.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

6 • • Psalm 93. (lis.)

1 The Lord Jehovah reigns,
And royal state maintains,

His head with awful glories crowned;
Arrayed in robes of light,
Begirt with sovereign might,

And rays of majesty around.

2 Thy promises are true,

Thy grace is ever new, [move;

There fixed, thy church shall ne'er re-
Thy saints, with holy fear,
Shall in thy courts appear,

And siug thine everlasting love.

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1 How pleasant, bow divinely fair,
0 Lord of hosts ! thy dwellings are !
With long desire my spirit faints,
To meet th' assemblies of thy saints.

2 My flesh would vest in thine abode,
My panting heart cries out for God :
My God ! my King ! why should I be
So far from ad my joys, and thee ?

3 Blest are the saints who sit on high,
Around thy throne of majesty ;
Thy brightest glories shine above,
And all their wrork is praise and love.

4 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.

5 Blest are the men, whose hearts are set
To find the way to Zion's gate ; [road,
God is their strength ; and through the
They lean upon their helper, God.

6 Cheerful they walk with growing strength,
Till all shall meet in heaven at length ;
Till all before thy face appear,

And join in nobler worship there.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

wtf. Psalm 84 ( 120.)

1 Great God ! attend while Zion sings
The joy that from thy presence springs ;
To spend one day with thee on earth
Exceeds a thousand days of mirth.

( 119.) 2 Might I enjoy the meanect place

Within thy house, O God of grace !
Not tents of ease, nor thrones of power,
Should tempt my feet to leave thy door.

God is our sun, he makes our day ;
God is our shield, he guards our way
From all th' assaults of hell and : in,
From foes without, and foes within.

All needful grace will God bestow,
And cvown that grace with plory too ;
He gives us all things, and witholds
No real good from upright souls.

O God, our King ! whose sovereign sway
The glorious hosts of heaven obey,
And devils at thy presence flee ;
Blest is the man that trusts in thee i

Isaac Watts, 1719.

60.

Love of Christ in the Heart.

(K».)

1 Come, dearest Lord ! descend and dwell,

By faith and love, in every breast ;

Then shall we know, and taste, and feel,

The joys that cannot be expressed.

2 Come, fill our hearts with inward strength,

Make our enlarged souls possess,
And learn the height, and breadth, and
Of thine immeasurable grace, [length,

3 Now to the God, whose power can do
More than our thoughts or wishes know,
Be everlasting honors done.

By all the church, through Christ, his Son.
Isaac Watts, 1709.

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v> 1 • The Enjoyment of Christ. ( 1 2*>. )

1 Fab from my thoughts, vain world ! be
Let my religious hours alone ; [gone ;
Fain would mine eyes my Saviour see ; —
I wait a visit, Lord ! from thee.

2 My heart grows warm with holy fire,
And kindles with a pure desire ;
Come, my dear Jesus ! from above,
And feed my soul with heavenly love.

3 Blessed Jesus ! what delicious fare —
How sweet thine entertainments are !
Never did angels taste above
Redeeming grace, and dying love.

4 Hail, great Immanuel, all-divine !
In thee thy Father's glories shine :
Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest one,
That eyes have seen, or angels known !

Isaac Watts, 1707.

The Benefit ofjmblic Ordinances. ( 122.)

62.

1 Away from every mortal care,

Away from earth, our souls retreat ;
We leave this worthless world afar,
And wait and worship near thy seat.

2 Lord ! in the temple of thy grace

We see thy feet, and we adore ;
We gaze upon thy lovely face,

And learn the wonders of thy power.

3 While here our various wants we mourn,

United groans ascend on high ;
And prayer brings down a quick return
Of blessings in variety.

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4 If Satan rage, and sin grow strong,

Here we receive some cheering word ;
We gird the gospel armor on,
To fight the battles of the Lord.

5 Or, if our spirit faints and dies, [stings,

Our conscience galled with inward
Here doth the righteous Sun arise.

With healing beams beneath his wings.

6 Father ! my soul would still abide
Within thy temple, near thy side ;
But, if my feet must hence depart,
Still keep thy dwelling in my heart.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

VOm Pslm 117. (124.)

1 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, 1719.

"a« D is m iss ion.

1 Dismiss us, with thy blessing,

( 132.)
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 ; —
Wash all our works in Jesus" blood ;
Give every fettered soul release,
And bid us all depart in peace.

Joseph Hart, 1702.

THE TRINITY.

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1 Thee, thee we praise, 0 God ! and own
That thou, the Lord, art God alone ;
Thy praise supreme all nature sings,
Eternal Father ! King of kings !

2 All angels and the cherubim, —

The heavenly host, — the seraphim, —
Cease not to cry, — '• Be thou adored,
O holy, holy, holy Lord !"

3 The heavens and earth are full of thee, —
Thy glory, power, and majesty ;

Th' apostles, prophets, martyrs, raise
To thee their loudest songs of praise.

4 Thy holy church, o'er all the earth,
Exulting owns, with hallowed mirth, —
Infinite majesty is thine,

Father eternal ! Power divine !

5 Thee, too, O Christ ! they all confess, —
Thee, King of glory !— thee they bless ;
The Father's Son thou art alone, —
Partaker of th' eternal throne.

C Thee, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost !
Thy saints, with all the heavenly host,
Confess, proclaim, extol, adore.
From day to day, for evermore.

Latin, Ambrose (?), 390.
Ti\, Edwin F. Hatfield, 1871.

UO» The Triune God. (134.)

1 0 holy, holy, holy Lord !

Bright in thy deeds and in thy name,
For ever be thy name a-lored,

Thy glories let the world proclaim !

2 O Jesus ! Lamb once crucified

To take our load of sins away, —

Thine be the hymn, that rolls its tide

Along the realms of upper day !

3 O Holy Spirit ! from above,

In streams of light and glory given,
Thou Source of ecstacjT and love,

Thy praises ring through earth and
heaven !

4 O God Triune ! to thee we owe

Our every thought, our every song ;
And ever may thy praises flow

From saint and seraph's burning tongue !
James Watlis Eastburn, 1819.

t> 4 • Prayer to the Trinity. (137.)

1 Father of heaven ! whose love profound
A ransom for our souls hath found, —
Before thy throne we sinners bend ;

To us thy pard'ning love extend.

2 Alnr'ghty Son — incarnate Word —
Our Prophet, Priest, Kedeemer, Lord !
Before thy throne we sinners bend ;
To us thy saving grace extend.

3 Eternal Spirit ! by whose breath

The soul is raised from sin and death, —
Before thy throne we sinners bend ;
To us thy quickening power extend.

4 Jehovah ! Father, Spirit, Son ! —
Mysterious Godhead — Three in One !
Before thy throne we sinners bend ;
Grace, pardon, life, to us extend.

J. Cnoper (?), 1810.

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1 Glory be to God on high. —
God, whose glory fills the sky ;
Peace on earth to man forgiven, —
Man, the well-beloved of heaven.

2 Sovereign Father, heavenly King!
Thee we now presume to sing ;
Glad thine attributes confess,
Glorious all, and numberless.

3 Hail, by all thy works adored !
Hail, the everlasting Lord !

Thee with thankful hearts we prove, -
God of power, and God of love !

4 Christ our Lord and God we own, —
Christ, the Father's only Son ;
Lamb of God, for sinners slain,
Saviour of offending man.

5 Jesus ! in thy name we pray.
Take, Oh ! take our sins away !
Powerful Advocate with God !
Justify us by thy blood.

6 Hear, for thou, O Christ ! alone,
Art with thy great Father one ;
One the Holy Ghost with thee ; —
One supreme eternal Three.

Charles Wesley, 1739.

69.

l*rayer to Hie Trinity.

(144.)

1 Holy Father ! hear my cry ;

Holy Saviour ! bend thine ear ;
Holy Spirit ! come thou nigh :
Father ! Saviour ! Spirit ! hear.

2 Father! save me from my sin ;

Saviour ! I thy mercy crave ;
Gracious Spirit ! make me clean :
Father ! Son ! and Spirit ! save.

3 Father ! let me taste thy love ;

Saviour ! fill my soul with peace ;
Spirit ! come my heart to move :
Father ! Son ! and Spirit ! bless.

4 Father ! Son ! and Spirit ! — thou

One Jehovah ! shed abroad

All thy grace within me now ;

Be my Father and my God.

Horatius Bonar, 1857.

(145.)

4 U. Worship of the Trinity.

1 Holy, holy, holy Lord !

Self-existent Deity !
By the hosts of heaven adored,
Teach us how to worship thee :

2 Onlv uncreated Mind.

Wonders in thy nature meet :
Perfect unity combined
With society complete.

3 All perfection dwells in thee,

Now to us obscurely known,

Three in one. and one in three,

Great Jehovah, God alone !

4 Be our all, 0 Lord divine !

Father ! Saviour ! Vital Breath !
Body, spirit, soul be thine,
Now, and at, and alter death.

John Jiyland, 1780.

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1 We give immortal praise
To God, the Father's love,
For all our comforts here,

And better hopes above :
He sent his own eternal Son
To die for sins that man had done.

(15-2.) 2 The Father's love shall run

Through our immortal songs;
We bring to God, the Son,

Hosannas on our tongues ;
Our lips address the Spirit's name,
With equal praise, and zeal the same.

2 To God, the Son, belongs

Immortal glory too,
Who bought us with his blood

From everlasting woe:
And now he lives, and now he reigns,
And sees the fruit of all his pains.

3 To God, the Spirit's name,

Immortal worship give,
Whose new-creating power

Makes the dead sinner live:
His work completes the great design,
And fills the soul with joy divine.

4 Almighty God ! to thee

Be endless honors done, —
The undivided Three,

The great, mysterious One !
Where reason rails with all her powers,
There faith prevails and love adores.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

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* *• • Praise to the Trinity. (153.

1 To him that chose ns first,

Before the world began ;
To him that bore the curse,

To save rebellious man ;
To him that formed our hearts anew,
Are endless praise and glory due.

Let every saint above,

And angel round the throne,
For ever bless and love

The sacred Three in One:
Thus heaven shall raise his honors high,
When earth and time grow old and die.
Isaac Watts, 1709.

PSALM 134.

(154.)

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1 Come, bless Jehovah's name,

Ye servants of the Lord !
Who, day and night, proclaim

His grace, with glad accord ;
Within his house, lift up your song,
And swell his praises loud and long.

2 Lift up your hands, and bless

The Lord who ever lives ;
And, in his courts, express

The joy his presence gives;
The God of Zion, from above,
Will make your bosoms glow with love.

3 Your hallelujahs raise,

To Father, Spirit, Son;
Extol, in loftiest praise,

The gr at eternal One:
Within his house, lift up your song,
And swell his praises loud and long.

Edwin F. Hatfield, 1837.

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1 Come, thou almighty King !
Help us thy name to sing,

Help us to praise :
Father ! all-glorious,
O'er all victorious,
Come, and reign over us,

Ancient of days !

2 Come, thou incarnate Word !
Gird on thy mighty sword ;

Our prayer attend :
Come, and thy people bless,
And give thy word success ;
Spirit of holiness !

On us descend.

3 Come, holy Comforter !
Thy sacred witness bear,

In this glad hour :
Thou, who almighty art.
Now rule in every heart,
And ne'er from us depart,

Spirit of power !

4 To the great One in Three
The highest praises be,

Hence, evermore !
His sovereign majesty
May we in glory see,
And to eternity

Love and adore.

Charles Wesley, 1757.

tl» Praise to the Three in One. ( 159.)

1 Fathek of heaven above,
Dwelling in light and love,

Ancient of Days,
Light unapproachable,
Love inexpressible !
Thee, the invisible,

Laud we and praise.

2 Christ, the eternal Word,
Christ, the incarnate Lord,

Saviour of all,
High throned above all light,
God of God, Light of Light,
Increate, infinite !

On thee we call.

3 0 God, the Holy Ghost !

Whose fires of pentecost

Burn evermore,
In this far wilderness,
Leave us not comfortless,
Thee we love, thee we bless,

Thee we adore.

4 Strike your harps, heavenly powers !
With your glad chants shall ours

Trembling ascend :
All praise, 6 God ! to thee,
Three in one, one in three,
Praise everlastingly.

World without end.

Edward II. Bickersteth, 1871.

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1 Befobe Jehovah's awful throne,

Ye nations ! bow with sacred joy ;
Know that the Lord is God alone ;
He can Create, and he destroy.

2 His sovereign power, without our aid,

Hade 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 ! t > thy name?

4 We "11 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
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5 Wide as the world is thy command,

Vast as eternity, thy love ;
Firm as a rock thy truth must stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.
Isaac Wails, 1719, a.

' • • Psalm 100. (1GC.)

1 All people, that on earth do dwell !

Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice ,
Him serve with mirth, his praise forth telL
Come ye before him and rejoice.

2 Know that the Lord is God indeed ;

Without our aid he did us make ;
We are his flock, he doth us feed,
And for his sheep, he doth us take.

3 Oh ! enter, then, his gates with praise ;

Approach with joy his courts unto ;
Praise, laud, and bless his name always,
For it is seemly so to do.

4 For why? the Lord, our God, is good,

His mercy is for ever sure ;
His truth at all times firmly stood,
And shall from age to age endure.

William Kethe, 1562.

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PSALM 148.

(1G2.)

1 Loud hallelujahs to the Lord [dwell !

From distant worlds where creatures
Let heaven begin the solemn word,
And sound it dreadful down to hell.

2 Mortals ! can you refrain your tongue,

When nature all around you sings?
Oh ! for a shout from old and young,
From humble swains and lofty kings !

3 Wide as his vast dominion lies,

Make the Creator's name be known :
Loud as his thunder, shout his praise,
And sound it lofty, as his throne,

4 Jehovah ! — 't is a glorious word ;

Oh ! may it dwell on every tongue ;
But saints, who best have known the Lord,
Are bound to raise the noblest song.

5 Speak of the wonders of that love,

Which Gabriel plays on every chord ;
From all below, and all above,
Loud hallelujahs to the Lord.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

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1 Ye nations round the earth ! rejoice

Betore the Lord, your sovereign King ;
Serve him with cheerful heart and voice :
With all your tongues his glory sing.

2 The Lord is God ; 't is he alone

Doth life and breath and being give ;
We are his work, and not our own ;
The uheep that on his pastures live.

3 Enter hi \ gates with songs of joy :

AVitb praises to his courts repair ;
And make it your divine employ,

To pay your thanks and honors there.

4 The Lord is good, the Lord is kind ;

Grea'j is his grace, his mercy sure ;

And thi whole race of man shall find

His iruth from age to age endure.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

MP. Psalm 145. (177

1 My God J my King ! thy various praise
Shall fill the remnant of my days ;
Thy grace employ my humble tongue,
Till de.ith and glory raise the song.

2 The wings of every hour shall bear
Some thankful tribute to thine ear ;
And every setting sun shall see
New works of duty, done for thee.

3 Thy truth and justice I '11 proclaim :
Thy bounty flows an endless stream,
Thy mercy swift, thine anger slow,
But dreadful to the stubborn foe.

4 Thy works with sovereign glory shine,
And speak thy majesty divine ;

Let every realm, with joy, proclaim
The sound and honor of thy name.

5 Let distant times and nation? raise
The long succession of tby praise ;
And unborn ages make my song
The joy and labor of their tongue.

6 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds ?
Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds :
Vast and unsearchable thy ways, —
Vast and immortal be thy prais?.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

j O 1 • The, Majesty of God. ( 1 7.">. )

; 1 Come, O my soul ! in sacred lays,

Attempt thy great Creator's praise ;

But Oh ! what tongue can speak nis fame?

What mortal verse can reach the theme 'i

2 Enthroned amidst the radiant spheres,
He glory, like a garment, wears ;

To fo.m a rob*; of light divine.

Ten thousand suns around him shine.

3 In all our Maker's grand designs,
Omnipotence with wisdom shines ;

His works, thro' all this wondrous frame,
Bear the great impress of his name.

i Tiaised on devotion's lofty wing,
Do thou, my soul ! his glories sing ;
And let his praise employ thy tongue,
Till listening worlds applaud the song.
Thomas Blacklock, 1734.

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The spacious firmament on high,
W:th all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.

Th' unwearied am, from day to day
Does his C/cator's power display,
And publishes, to every land,
The work of an almighty hand.

3 Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale ;
An 1 nightly, to the listening earth,
Bspeats the story of her birth : —

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

And spread the truth from pole to pole.

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

G In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice ,
For ever singing as they shine, —
' ' The hand that made us is divine. "

Joseph Addison, 1728.

The Wisdom and Knowledge, of God. ( 1 7G. )

1 Awake, my tongue ! thy tribute bring
To him, who gave th^e power to sing ;
Praise him, who is all praise above, —
The source of light, of truth, and love.

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How vast his knowledge —how profound !
A depth where all our thoughts are

drowned ;
The stars he numbers ;— and their names
He gives to all these heavenly flames.

3 Through 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, Oh ! what grace ! —
Its wonders, Oh ! what thought can trace !
Here wisdom shines for ever bright : —
Praise him, my soul ! with sweet delight.

vs. 1-3, John Needham, 1768.

0'*» The Divine Perfections. (179.)

1 Jehovah reigns ; his throne is high,
His robes are light and majesty ;

His glory shines with beams so bright,
No mortal can sustain the sight.

2 His terrors keep the world in awe ;
His justice guards his holy law ;
His love reveals a smiling face ;

His truth and promise seal the grace.

3 Through all his works his wisdom shines,
And baffles Satan's deep designs ;

His power is sovereign to fulfill
The noblest counsels of his will.

4 And will this glorious Lord descend
To be my Father and my Friend ?
Then let my songs with angels join ;
Heaven is secure, if God be mine.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

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1 Bless, 0 my soul ! the living God ;

Call home thy thoughts that rove abroad ;
Let all the powers, within me, join
In work and worship so divine.

2 Bless, 0 my soul ! the God of grace ;
His favors claim thy highest praise :
Why should the wonders he hath wrought
Be iost in silence, and forgot?

3 'T is he, my soul ! that sent his Son,

To die for crimes which thou hast done :
He owns the ransom, and forgives
The hourly follies of our lives.

4 Let tbe whole earth his power confess,
Let the whole earth adore his grace :
The Gentile with the Jew shall join,
In work and worship so divine.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

0 U • Th e Pro m in s of God. (181.)

1 Pkaise, everlasting jiraise, bo paid
To him, that earth's foundations laid :
Praise to the God, whose strong decrees
Sway the creation, as he please.

2 Praise to the goodness of the Lord,
"Who rules his people by his word ;
And there, as strong as his decrees,
He sets his kindest promises.

3 Whence, then, should doubts and fears

arise ?
Why trickling Borrows drown our eyes ?
Slowly, alas ! our mind receives
The comforts that our Maker gives.

Oh ! 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 !

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.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

87.

The blessed Name.

( 183.)

1 Sing to the Lord a joyful song ;

Lift up your hearts, your voices raise ;
To us his gracious gifts belong,

To him our songs of love and praise.

2 For life and love, for rest and food,

For daily help and nightly care,
Sing to the Lord, for he is good,
And praise his name, for it is fair :

3 For strength to those who on him wait,

His truth to prove, his will to do,
Praise ye our God, for he is great,
Trust in his name, for it is true :

4 For joys untold that daily move

Round those wrho love his sweet employ,
Sing to our God, for he is love,
Exalt his name, for it is joy :

5 For life below, with all its bliss,

And for that life, more pure and high,
That inner life, which over this
Shall ever shine, and never die.

John S. B. Monsell, 1863.

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1 With all my poweis of heart and tongue,
I 11 praise my Maker in my song ;
Angels shall hear the notes I raise,
Approve the song, and join the praise.

2 To God I cried, when troubles rose ;
He heard me, and subdued my toes ; —
He did my rising fears control,

And strength diffused through all my soul.

3 Amid a thousand snares I stand,
Upheld and guarded by thy hand ;
Thy words iny fainting soul revive,
And keep my dying faith alive.

4 I Ti sing thy truth and mercy, Lord !
I '11 sing the wonders of thy word ;
Not all thy works and names below
So much thy power and glory show.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

89.

P.SALM 103.

(1ST.)

The Lord! — how wondrous are his ways !
How firm his truth ! how large his grace!
He takes his mercy for his throne,
And thence he makes his glories known.

Not half so high, his power hath spread
The starry heavens above our head,
As his rich love exceeds our praise, —
Exceeds the highest hopes we raise.

Not half so far. hath nature placed
The rising morning from the west,
As his forgiving grace removes
The daily guilt of those he loves.

4 How slowly doth his wrath arise !
On swifter wings salvation flies ;
And, if he lets his anger burn,
How soon his frowns to pity turn !

5 But his eternal love is sure

To all the saints, and shall endure ;
From age to age, his truth shall reign ;
Nor children's children hope in vain.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

«/"• Life-long Praise. (182.)

1 God of my life ! through all my days,
My grateful powers shall sound thy praise ;
The song shall wake with opening light,.
And warble to the silent night.

2 When anxious cares would break my rest,
And griefs would tear my throbbing breast,
Thy tuneful praises, raised on high,
Shall check the murmur and the sigh.

3 When death o'er nature shall prevail,
And all its powers of language fail ;

Joy thro' my swimming eyes shall break,
And mean the thanks I cannot speak.

4 But, Oh ! when that last conflict 's o'er,
And I am chained to flesh no more, —
With what glad accents shall I rise

To join the music of the skies.

5 Soon shall I learn th' exalted strains,
Which echo o'er the heavenly plains,
And emulate, with joy unknown,

The glowing seraphs round thy throne.
Philip Doddridge, 1740.

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RAPTURE.

C. P. M.

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Let each enraptured thought obey,

And praise th' Almighty's name ;
Lo heaven, and earth, and seas, and skies,
In one m lodious concert rise,

To swell th' inspiring theme.
Ya angels! catch the thrilling sound,
White all th' adoring thrones around,

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

And touch the sweetest string.
Let every element rejoica ;
Ye thunders ! burst, with awful voice,

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

And breathe it to the soul.
L 't man, by nobler passions swayed,
The feeling heart, the judging head,

I i heavenly praise employ ;
Spread his tremendous name around,
T 11 heaven's broad arch rings back the

The general burst of joy. [sound,

John Or/ilvir, 1740.

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&• The Lore of God. (190.)

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

How sweetly bloom below !
It streams from thine eternal throne,
Through heaven its joys for ever run,

And o'er the earth they flow.
'T is love that paints the purple morn,
And bids the clouds, in air upborne,

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

And glides in every rill.
But in thy word I see it shine
With grace and glories more divine,

Proclaiming sins forgiven ; [way

There, faith, bright cherub, points the
To realms of everlasting day,

And opens all her heaven.
Then let the love, that makes me blest,
With cheerful praise inspire my breast,

And ardent gratitude :
And all my thoughts and passions tend
To thee, my Father and my Fr end !

My soul's eternal good.

Henry Moore, 1810.

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Your Maker's praise becomes your voice ;

Great is your theme, your songs be new;
Sing of Ins name, bis word, his ways,
His works of nature and of grace ; —

H >w wise and holy, just and true !

2 Justice and truth be ever loves ;

An! the whole eartb bis goodness proves;

His word the heavenly arches spread ;
How wide they shine from north to south!
And, by the spirit of bis mouth,

Were all the starry armies made.

3 He gathers the wide-flowing seas, —
Those watery treasures know their place,—

In the vast storehouse of the deep ;
H a spake — and gave all nature birth ;
And fire > and seas, and heaven and earth,

His everlasting orders keep.

4 L3* mortals tremble, and adore
A Gr>d of such resistless power,

Nor dire indulge their feeble rage :
Vain are y~>ur thoughts, and weak your
But his eternal counsel stands, [bands;

And rules the world from age to age.
Isaac Watts, 1719.

Psalm 146. (101.)

1 I 'll praise my Maker with my breath ;
And, when my voice is lost in death,

Praise shall employ my nobler powers :
My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While 1 fe, 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 for ever stands secure ;
H 3 saves th' oppressed, be feeds the poor ;

And none shall find his promise vain.

3 He loves his saints, — be knows them well,
But turns the wicked down to hell ; —

Thy God, 0 Zion ! ever reigns ;
Let every tongue, let every age,
In this exnlted work engage ;

Praise him in everlasting strains.

4 I '11 praise him while be lends me breath,
And, when my voice is lost in death.

Praise shall employ my nobler powers :
Mv days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last,

Or immortality endures.

Isaac Wait*, 1710-

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ADORATION.

HENRY.

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C. M.

Sylvanus B. Pond, 1835.

The Lord de - scend - ed from a - bove, And bowed the heavens most high ;

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1 The Lord descended from above.

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

2 On cherubim and seraphim,

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

3 He sat serene upon the floods,

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

Thomas Sternhold, 1549, a.

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Sovereignty and Grace. (205.)

The Lord ! how fearful is his name !

How wide is his command !
Nature, with all her moving frame,

Bests on his mighty hand.
Immortal glory forms his throne,

And light, his awful robe ;
Whilst with a smile, or with a frown,

He manages the globe.
A word of his almighty breath

Can swell or sink the seas ;
Build the vast empires of the earth,

Or break thorn as he please.
On angels, with unveiled face,

His glory beams above ;
On men, he looks with softest grace,

And takes his title, Love.

Isaac Watts, 170G, a.

<J 9 • Our Heavenly Father. (195.)

1 My God ! how wonderful thou art !

Thy majesty how bright!
How beautiful thy mercy-seat,
In depths of burning light !

2 How dread are thine eternal years,

O everlasting Lord !
By prostrate spirits, day and night,
Incessantly adored.

3 How beautiful, how beautiful,

The sight of thee must be,
Thine endless wisdom, boundless power,
And awful purity !

4 Oh ! how I fear thee, living God !

With deepest, tenderest fears,
And worship thee with trembling hope,
And penitential tears.

5 Yet I may love thee too, O Lord !

Almighty as thou art,
For thou hast stooped to ask of me
The love of this poor heart.

G No earthly father loves like thee,
No mother, half so mild,
Bears and forbears as thou hast done
With me, thy sinful child.

7 Father of Jesus, love's Beward !
What rapture will it be,
Prostrate before thy throne to lie,
And gaze, and gaze on thee.

Frederick William Faber, 1849.

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1 Great God ! how infinite art thou !

What worthless worms are we !
Let the whole race of creatures bow,
Aud pay their praise to thee.

2 Thy throne eternal ages stood,

Ere seas or stars were made ;
Thou art the ever-living God,
Were all the nations dead.

3 Eternity, with all its years,

Stands present in thy view ;
To thee there !s nothing old appears —
Great God ! there 's nothing new.

4 Our lives through various scenes are

And vexed with trifling cares; [drawn,
While thine eternal thought moves on
Thins undisturbed aft'airs.

5 Great God ! how infinite art thou !

What worthless worms are we !
Let the whole race of creatures bow,
And pay their praise to thee.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

3 Think, O my soul ! the dreadful day,

When this incensed God
Shall rend the sky, and burn the sea,
And fling his wrath abroad.

4 What shall the wretch, the sinner, do ?

He once defied the Lord ;
But he shall dread the Thunderer now,
And sink beneath his word.

Isaac Watts, Aug. 20, 1697.

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(•203.)

1 Sesg to the Lord, ye heavenly hosts !

And thou, O earth ! adore ; [coasts,

Let death and hell, through all their
Stand trembling at his power.

2 His sounding chariot shakes the sky,

He makes the clouds his throne ;

There all his stores of lightning lie,

Till vengeance darts them down.

XUv« Creating Wisdom.

1 Eternal Wisdom ! thee we praise,

Thee the creation sings ;
With thy loved name, rocks, hills and seas,
And heaven's" high palace rings.

2 Thy hand, how wide it spread the sky !

How glorious to behold !
Tinged with a blue of heavenly dye,
And starred with sparkling gold.

3 Thy glories blaze all nature round,

And strike the gazing sight,
Through skies, and seas, and solid ground,
With terror and delight.

4 Infinite strength, and ecpial skill,

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

5 But the sweet beauties of thy grace

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

Isaac Watts, 1705.

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CAMBRIDGE.

C. M,

John Randall, 1790.

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101

1 Sing to the Lord Jehovah's name,

And in his strength rejoice ;
When his salvation is our theme,
Exalted be our voice.

2 With thanks, approach his awful sight,

And psalms of honor sing ;
The Lord 's a God of boundless might, —
The whole creation's King.

3 Come, and with humble souls adore ;

Come, kneel before his face ;
Oh ! may the creatures of his power
Be children of his grace !

4 Now is the time ;^he bejids his ear,

And waits for your request ;
Come, lest he rouse his wrath, and swear,
"Ye shall not see my rest."

Isaac Watts, 1719.

PSALM 145.

(218.)

102,

1 Let every tongue thy goodness speak,

Thou sovereign Lord of all !
Thy strengthening hands uphold the weak,
And raise the poor that fall.

2 When sorrow bows the spirit down,

Or virtue lies distressed
Beneath some proud oppressor's frown,
Thou giv'st the mourners rest.

3 The Lord supports our tottering days,

And guides our giddy youth :
Holy and just are all his ways,
And all his words are truth.

4 He knows the pain his servants feel ;

He hears his children cry ;
And, their best wishes to fulfill,
His grace is ever nigh.

5 His mercy never shall remove

From men of heart sincere ;
He saves the souls, whose humble love
Is joined with holy fear.

6 My lips shall dwell upon his praise,

And spread his fame abroad ;
Let all the sons of Adam raise
The honors of their God.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

Psalm ill.

(21(5.)

103.

1 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.

Isaac Wattg, 1719.

THE ETERNAL FATHER

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1 Long as I live I '11 bless 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 Ml sing the honors of thy throne,
Thy works of grace repeat.

3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue ;

And, whle my lips rejoice,
The men, that hear my sacred song,
Shall join their cheerful voice.

4 Fathers to sons shall t^ach thy name,

And children learn thy ways ;

Ages to come thy truth proclaim.

And nations sound thy praise.

5 The world is managed by thy hands ;

Thy saints are ruled by love ;
And thine eternal kingdom stands,
Though rocks and hills remove.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

1">). End'ess Praise, (214.)

1 Yes — I will bless thee, O my God !

Through all my mm tal days,
And to eternity prolong

Thy vast, thy boundless praise.

2 Nor shall my toncjue alone proclaim

The honors of my God :
My li'e 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.

Ottiwell Heginbotham, 1768, a.

Lift). « Te Deum laudamus." (210.

1 O God ! we praise thee, and confess,

That thon the only Lord
And everlasting Father art,
By all the earth adored.

2 To thee, all angels cry aloud ;

To thee the powers on high,
Both cherubim and seraphim,
Continually do cry : —

3 O holy, holy, holy Lord \

Whom heavenly hosts obey.
The world is with the glory filled
Of thy majestic sway !

4 The apostles' glorious company

And prophets crowned with light,
With all the martyrs' noble host,
Thy constant praise recite.

5 The holy church throughout the world,

O Lord! confesses thee,
That thou th' eternal Father art,
Of boundless majesty.

Tate and Brady, 17():s.

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(219,

1 Awake, ye saints ! to praise your King,

Your sweetest passions raise ;
Your pious pleasure, while you sing,
Increasing with the praise.

2 Great is the Lord, — and works unknown

Are his divine employ :
But still his saints are near his throne,
His treasure and his joy.

3 Heaven, earth and sea confess his hand ;

He bids the vapors rise ;
Lightning and storm, at Irs command,
Sweep through the sounding skies.

4 Ye saints ! adore the liviug God,

Serve him with faith and fear ;

He makes the churches his abode,

And claims your honors there.

Isaac Watts, 1719 ; v. 4, a.

Psalm 34.

(224.

108.

1 Through all the changing scenes of life,

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

2 Of his deliverance I will boast,

Till all, that are distressed,
From my example comfort take,
And charm their griefs to rest

3 Oh ! magnify the Lord with me,

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

4 Oh ! make but trial of his love ;

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

5 Fear him, ye saints ! and you will then

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

Nahum Tate, 169G.

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Psalm 89.

(221.)

1 The mercies of my God and King

My tongue shall still pursue :
Oh ! happy they who, while they sing
Those mercies, share them too!

2 As bright and lasting as the sun,

As lofty as the skjr,
From age to age. thy word shall run,
And change and chance defy.

3 The covenant of the King of kings

Shall stand for ever sure ;
Beneath the shadow of thy wings
Thy saints repose secure.

4 Thine is the earth, and thine the skies,

Created at thy will :
The waves at thy command arise,
At thy command are still.

5 In earth below, in heaven above,

Who, who is Lord like thee?
Oh ! spread the gospel of thy love,
Till all thy glories see !

Henry Francis Lyte, 1834.

THE ETERNAL FATHER.

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John Cole, 1805.
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XI"« Thanks for providnilial favors. (225.)

1 When' all thy mercies, 0 my God!

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

2 Unnumbered comforts, to 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 gifts

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

5 Through every period of my life,

Thy goodness I '11 pursue ;
And alter death, in distant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.

6 Through all eternity, to thee

A joyful song I '11 raise :
For, Oh ! eternity 's too short
To utter all thy praise !

Je*epk Addison, 1712.

J.1 1 • The Goodness of God in his Works. ( 216.)

1 Hail ! great Creator, wise and good !
To thee our songs we raise ;
Nature, through all her various scenes,
Invites us to thy praise.

At morning, noon, and evening mild,
Fresh wonders strike our view ;

And, while we gaze, our hearts exult,
With transports ever-new.

Thy glory beams in every star,
Which gilds the gloom of night ;

And decks the smiling face of morn,
With rays of cheerful light.

And while, in all thy wondrous ways,

Thy varied love we see ;
Oh ! may our hearts, • great God ! be led

Through all thy works to thee.

Anon.

Psalm 66.

1795.

(227.

112.

1 Left up to God the voice of praise,

Whose breath our souls inspired ;
Loud, and more loud, the anthem raise
With grateful ardor fired.

2 Lift up to God the voice of praise,

Whose goodness, passing thought,
Loads every minute, as it flies,
With benefits unsought.

3 Lift up to God the voice of praise,

From whom salvation flows,
Who sent his Son, our souls to save
From everlasting woes.

■i Lift up to God the voice of praise,

For hope's transporting rays, [death.
Which lights, through darkest hhades of
To realms of endless day.

Ralph Wardlaw, 1803.

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C. M.

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1 Father ! how wide thy glory shines !

How high thy wonders rise ! [signs, —
Known through the earth hy thousand
By thousand through the skies.

2 Those mighty orbs proclaim thy power,

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

3 But, when we view thy strange design

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

4 Here the whole Deity is known ;

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

5 Now the full glorie« of the Lamb

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

G Oh ! may I bear some humble part,
In that immortal song ;
Wonder and joy shall tune my heart,
And love command my tongue.

Isaac Watts, 170G.

1 I*ir. The Wonders of God's Love. (-232.)

1 Ye humble souls ! approach your God,
With songs of sacred praise ;
For he is good, immensely good,
And kind are all his ways.

All nature owns his guardian care,

In him we live and move ;
But nobler benefits declare

The wonders of his love.

He gave his Son, his only Son,

To ransom rebel worms ;
'T is here he makes his goodness known

In its divinest forms.

To this dear refuge, Lord ! we come,

:T is here our hope relies ; —
A safe defence, a peaceful home,

When storms of trouble rise.

God is Love.

Anne Steele, 1760.

(230.)

115.

1 Amid the splendors of thy state,

My God ! thy love appears,
With the soft radiance of the moon
Among a thousand stars.

2 Sinai, in clouds, and smoke, and fire,

Thunders thy dreadful name !
But Zion sings, in melting notes,
The honors of the Lamb.

3 In all thy doctrines and commands,

Thy counsels and designs,
In every work thy hands have framed,
Thy love supremely shines.

4 Angels and men ! the news proclaim

Through earth and heaven above, —
The joyful and transporting news, -
That God, the Lord, is love.

Anon., 1800.

THE ETERNAL FATHER.

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C. M.

Isaac Tucker, 1800.

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1 Sweet is the mem'ry 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 ne'er confines

His goodness to the skies ; [shines.

Through the whole earth his bounty
And every want supplies.

3 With longing eyes, thy creatures wait

C\i thee for daily food ;
Thy liberal hand provides their meat,
And tills their mouths with good.

4 How kind arc thy compassions, Lord \

How slow thine anger moves !
Bat soon ha sends his pard'ning word
To cheer the souls he loves.

5 Creatures, with all their endless race,

Thy power and praise proclaim ;
But saints, who taste thy richer grace,
Delight to bless thy name.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

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1 Come, shout aloud thj Father's grace,

And sing the Saviour's love ;
Soon shall yon join the glorious theme,
In loftier strains above.

2 Gol, the eternal, mighty God,

To dearer names descends ;
Calls you his treasure and his joy,
His children and his friends.

( 834.) 3 My Father, God ! and may these lips
Pronounce a name so dear ?
Not thus coul 1 heaven's sweet harmony
Delight my listening ear.

4 Thanks to my God for every gift,
His bounteous hands bestow;

And thanks eternal for that love,
Whence all those comforts flow.

Ottiwell Heginbotham, 1768.

1 1 O • The Love of God. ( 236.

1 Come, ye that know and fear the Lord !
And lift 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 ;

Jesus, the Gift of gifts, appears,
To show that — God is love.

3 Behold his patience lengthened out
To those who from him rove,

And calls effectual reach their hearts,
To teach them — God is love.

•1 The work begun is carried on,
By power from heaven above;
And every step, from first to last,
Declares that — God is love.

5 Oh ! may we all, while here below,
This best of blessings prove ;

Till warmer hearts, in brighter worlds,
Shall shout that -God is love.

George Burder, 1784.

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1 Stand up and bless the Lord,

Ye people of his choice !
Stand up, and bless the Lord, your God,
With heart, and soul, and voice.

2 Though high above all praise,

Above all blessing high,
Who would not fear his holy name,
And laud, and magnify ?

3 Oh ! for the living flame

From his own altar brought,
To touch our lips, our minds inspire,
And wing to heaven our thought !

4 God is our strength and song,

And his salvation ours :
Then be his love in Christ proclaimed,
With all our ransomed powers.

5 Stand up, and bless the Lord —

The Lord, your God, adore,
Stand up, and bless his glorious name,
Henceforth, for evermore.

James Montgomery, 1825.
-l;Wvr« Sincere Praise.

1 Almighty Maker, God !

How wondrous is thy name !
Thy glories, how diffused abroad,
Through the creation's frame !

2 Nature, in every dress,

Her humble homage pays;
And finds a thousand ways t' express
Thine undissembled praise.

(238.)

3 My soul would rise and sing

To her Creator, too;
Fain would my tongue adore my King,
And pay the worship due.

4 Let joy and worship spend

The remnant of my days,
And to my God my soul ascend,
In sweet perfumes of praise.

Isaac Watts, 170(3.

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1 O Loed, our heavenly King !

Thy name is all-divine;
Thy glories round the earth are spread,
And o'er the heavens they shine.

2 When, to thy works on high,

I raise my wondering eyes,
And see the moon, complete in light,
Adorn the darksome skies; —

3 When I survey the stars,

And all their shining forms, —
Lord ! what is man, that worthless thing'
Akin to dust and worms?

4 Lord ! what is worthless man,

That tbou shouldst love him so?
Next to thine angels is he j)lf.ced,
And lord of all below.

5 How rich thy bounties are !

And wondrous are thy ways:
Of dust and worms, thy power can frame
A monument of praise.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

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1 Ye tribes of Adam ! join

With heaven, and earth, and seas,
And offer notes divine

To your Creator's praise :
Ye holy throng of angels bright !
In worlds of light, begin the song.

2 Thou sun, with dazzling rays !

And. moon that rulest the night !
Shine to your Maker's praise,

With stars of twinkling light :
His power declare, ye floods on high
And clouds that fly in empty air !

3 The shining worlds above

In glorious order stand,
Or in swift courses move,

By his supreme command :
He. spake the word, and all their frame
From nothing came to praise the Lord.

4 Let all the nations fear

The God that rules above ;
He brings his people near,

And makes them taste his love :
While earth and sky attempt his praise,
His saints shall raise his honors high.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

123.

) j 2 Let all adore the Lord,

And praise his holy name,
By whose almighty word

They all from nothing came ;
And all shall last, from changes free ;
His firm decree stands ever fast.

Nahum Tate, 1696.

Psalm 136.

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Psalm 148.

1 Ye boundless realms of joy !

Exalt yonr Maker's name ;

His praise your songs employ

Above the starry frame :
Your voic?s raise, ye cherubim
And seraphim ! to sing his praise

( '244.

124.

1 Give thanks to God most high,

The universal Lord, —
The sovereign King of kings ;

And be his grace adored :
His power and grace are still the same ;
And let his name have endless praise.

2 He saw the nations lie

All perishing in sin ;
And pitied the sad state

The ruined world was in :
Thy mercy, Lord ! shall still endure ;
And ever sure abides thy word.

3 He sent his only Son

To save us from our woe,
From Satan, sin, and death,

And every hurtful foe :
His power and grace are still the same ;
And let his name have endless praise.

4: Give thanks aloud to God,

To God, the heavenly King ;

And let the spacious earth
His works and glories sing :

Thy mercy, Lord ! shall still endure ;

And ever sure abides thy word

Isaac Watts, 1719.

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1 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.

3 Praise the Lord, for ho is glorious ;

Never shall his promise fail ;
God hath made his saints victorious,
Sin and death shall not prevail.

4 Praise the God of our salvation,

Hosts on high i his power proclaim ;
Heaven and earth, and all creation !
Laud and magnify his name.

John Kempthorne, 1810.

AnwU. Praise for Gracz. (250.)

1 Lord ! with glowing heart I '11 praise

For the bliss thy love bestows : [thee
For the pardoning grace that saves me,
And the peace that from it flows.

2 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.

3 Praise, my soul ! the God that sought thee,

V retched wanderer, far astray ;
Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee
From the paths of death away.

4 Praise, with love's devoutest feeling,

Him who saw thy guilt-born tear,
And, the light of hope revealing,
Bade the blood-stained cross appear.

5 Lord ! this bosom's ardent feeling

Vainly would my lips express :
Low before thy footstep kneeling,

Deign thy suppliant's prayer to bless.

6 Let thy grace, my soul's chief pleasure,

Love's pure flame within me raise ;

And, since words can never measure,

Let my life show forth, thy praise.

Francis Scott Key, 1826.

X-wl. The Fountain of Grace. (252.)

1 Blessed be thou, the God of Israel !

Thou, our Father, and our Lord :
Blessed thy majesty for ever !
Ever be thy name adored.

2 Thine, O Lord 1 are power and greatness,

Glory, victory, ore thine own ;

All is thine in earth and heaven,

Over all thy houndless throne.

3 Riches come of thee, and honor.

Power and might to thee belong ;
Thine it is to make U3 prosper,
Only thine to make us strong.

4 Lord, our God ! for these \ hy bounties,

Hymns of gratitude wo raise ;
To thy name, for ever glorious,
Ever we address our praise.

Henry U. Onderdonk, 1827.

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1 Praise the Lord — his power confess ;
Praise him, in his holiness ;

Praise him, as the theme inspires, —
Praise him, as his fame requires.

2 Let the trumpet's lofty sound
Spread its loudest notes around ;
Let the harp unite, in praise,
With the sacred minstrel's lays.

3 Let the organ join to bless
God, the Lord of righteousness ;
Tune your voice to spread the fame
Of the great Jehovah's name.

4 All who dwell beneath his light !
In his praise your hearts unite ;
While tlie stream of song is pour3d,
Praise and magnify the Lord.

William Wrangham, 1829

129.

Psalm 150.

3 Praise the Lord, his glories show,
Saints, within his courts below !
Angels, round his throne above !
All that see and share his love !

2 Earth to heaven, and heaven to earth,
Tell his wonders, sing his worth ;
Age to age, and shor.j to shore,
Praise him, praise him, evermore !

3 Praise the Lord, his mercies trace ;
Praise his providence and grace —
All that he for man hath done,

All he sends us through his Son.

(257.)

4 Strings and voices, hands and hearts !
In the concert bear your parts :
All that breithe ! your Lord adore ;
Praise him, praise him, evermore !

Henry Francis Lyte, 1834.

130.

Glory to God in the highest.

(258.)

1 Songs of praise the angels sang,
Heaven with hallelujahs rang,
When Jehovah's work begun, —
When he spake, and it was done.

2 Song of praise awoke the morn,
When the Prince of peace was born ;
Songs of praise arose, when he
Captive led captivity.

3 Heaven and earth must pass away, —
Songs of praise shall crown that day ;
God will make new heavens, new earth, —
Songs of praise shall hail their birth.

4 And can man alone be dumb,
Till that glorious kingdom come?
No ! — the church delights to rai.se
Psalms, and hymis, and songs of praise.

5 Saints below, with h art and voice,
Still iu songs of praise rejoice,
Learning here, by faith and love,
Songs of praise to sing above.

6 Borne upon their latest breath,
Songs of praise shall conquer death ;
Then, amids' eternal joy,

Songs of praise their powers employ.
James Montgomery, 1819.

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1 Bbight King of glory, dreadful God !

Our spirits bow before thy seat ;

To thee we lift an humble thought,

And worship at thine awful feet.

2 A thousand seraphs, strong and bright,

Stand round the glorious Deity ;

But who, amongst the sons of light,

Pretends comparison wi.th thee ?

3 Yet there is one, of human frame, —

Jesus, arrayed in flesh and blood, —
Thinks it no robbery to claim
A full equality with God.

4 Their glory shines with equal beams,

Their essence is for ever one, [names,
Though they are known by different
The Father God, and God the Son.

5 Then let the name of Christ, our King,

With equal honors be adored ;
His praise let every angel sing,

And all the nations own their Lo^d.

Isaac Walts, 1707.

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1 Hail, to the Prince of life and peace,

Who holds the keys of deatli and hell !
The spacious world unseen is his,

And sovereign power becomes him well.

2 In shame and torment once he died ; —

But now he lives for evermore :
Bow down, ye saints ! around his seat,
And, all ye angel bands ! adore !

3 So live for ever, glorious Lord !

To crush thy foes, and guard thy friends;
While all thy chosen tribes rejoice,
That thy dominion never ends.

4 Worthy thy hand to hold the keys,

Guided by wisdom and by love ;
Worthy to rule o'er mortal life,

O'er worlds below, and worlds above.

5 For ever reign, victorious King ! [known!

Wide through the earth thy name be
And call my longing soul to sing
Sublimer anthems near thy throne.

Philip Doddridge, 1740.

• ClirisVs Humiliation and Exaltation. (277.)

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1 What equal honors shall we bring

To thee, O Lord, our God, the Lamb !
When all the notes, that angels sing,
Are far inferior to thy name ?

2 Worthy is he that one was slain, — [died,

The Prince of peace, that groaned and
Worthy to rise, and live, and reign,
At his almighty Father's side.

3 Honor immortal must be paid,

Instead of scandal and of scorn ;
While glory shines around his head,
And a bright crown without a thorn.

4 Blessings for ever on the Lamb,

Who bore the curse for wretched men !
Let angels sound his sacred name,
And every creature say, — Amen.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

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1 Now to tbe Lord, a noble song!
Awake, my soul ! awake, my tongue !
Hosanna to tb' eternal name,

Aud all bis boundless love proclaim.

2 S-e wbere it sbines in Jesus' face, —
Tbe brightest image of bis grace !
God, in tbe person of bis Son,

Has all bis migbtiest works outdone.

3 Tbe spacious earth and spreading tiood
Proclaim tbe wise, tbe powerful God ;
And thy ricb glories from afar
Sparkle in every rolling star.

4 But in bis looks a glory stands,
The noblest labor of thy hands ;
The pleasing lustre of his eyes
Outshines the wonders of the skies.

5 Grace ! — 't is a sweet, a charming theme ;
My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name :

Ye angels ! dwell upon the sound ;
Ye heavens ! reflect it to the ground.

6 Oh ! may I live to reach the place,
Where he unveils his lovely face,
"Where all his beauties you behold,
And sing his name to harps of gold.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

iOd« Christ, the supreme God and King. 281.)

1 Abound the Saviour's lofty throne,

Ten thousand times ten thousand sing ;
They worship him as God alone,
And crown him —everlasting King.

2 Approach, ye saints ! this God is yours

'T is Jesus, fills the throne above :
Ye cannot fail, while God endures ;
Ye cannot want, while God is love.

3 Jesus, thou everlasting King !

To thee the praise of heaven belongs;
Yet, smile on us who fain would bring
The tribute of our humbler songs.

4 Tbouch sin defile our worship here,

We hope ere long thy face to view,
In heaven with angels to appear,
And praise thy name as angels do.

Thomas Kelly, 1804, a.

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The Glories of Christ.

(279.)

1 Go, worship at Immamiel's feet ;
See in his face what wonders meet ;
Earth is too narrow to express

His worth, his glory, or his grace.

2 The whole creation can afford

But some faint shadows of my Lord ;
Nature, to make his beauties known,
Must mingle colors not her own.

3 Nor earth, nor seas, nor sun, nor stars,
Nor heaven, his full resemblance bears ;
His beauties we can never trace,

Till we behold him face to face.

4 Oh ! let me climb those higher skies,
Where storms and darkness never rise ;
There he displays his j^owers abroad.
And shines, and reigns, th' incarnate God

Isaac Watts, 1700.

52

ADORATION

BEMERTON.

C. M.

Henry W. Greatorex, 1849.

Be - hold the glo - ries of the Lamb, A - midst his Fa - ther's throne

I »> 4 . A new Song to the Lamb. ( 287.)

1 Behold the glories of the Lamb,

Amidst his Father's throne !

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 Those are the prayers of all the saints,

And these the hymns they raise :
Jesus is kind to our complaints,
He loves to hear our praise.

4 Now to the Lamb, that once was slain,

Be endless blessings paid !
Salvation, glory, joy, remain
For ever, on thy head !

5 Thou hast redeemed our souls with blood,

Hast set the pris'ners free,
Hast made us kiugs and priests to God,
And we shall reign with thee.

Isaac Watts, 1696.

1 O O . J/, ,, infnl ,7,, Worth of Ch rist. ( 288. )

1 Infinite excellence is thine,

Thou lovely Prince of grace !
Thine uncreated beauties shine
With never-fading rays.

2 Smners, from earth's remotest end,

Come bending at thy feet ;
To thee their prayers and vows ascend,
In thee their wishes meet.

3 Millions of happy spirits live

On thine exhaustless store ;
From thee they all their bliss receive,
And still thou givest more.

4 Thou art their triumph and their joy ;

They find their all in thee :
Thy glories will their tongues employ
Through all eternity.

John Fawcett, 1782.

139.

The Glory of Christ in Heaven. ( '280. )

1 Oh ! the delights, the heavenly joys,

The glories of the place.
Where Jesus sheds the brightest beams
Of his o'erflowing grace !

2 Sweet majesty and awful love

Sit smiling on his brow ;
And all the glorious ranks above,
At humble distance bow.

3 Archangels sound his lofty praise

Through every heavenly street ;
And lay their highest honors down,
Submissive, at his feet.

4 This is the man, th' exalted man,

Whom we, unseen, adore;
But, when our eyes behold his face,
Our hearts shall love him more.

5 Lord ! how our souls are all on fire,

To see thy blest abode ;
Our tongues rejoice, in tunes of praise
To our incarnate God.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

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1 Come, ye 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

AVith 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 ;
Yon, that have e'er beheld his face !
Can you forbear his praise ?

4 "When, in his earthly courts, we view

The glories 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 the strain,
And bid it reach the skies.

Anne Steele, 1760.

1 "4: 1 • Christ worshiped by all the Creation. (291.)

1 Come, let us join our cheerful songs,

With angels round the throne ;
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.

2 "Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry,

'• To be exalted thus !"
"Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply,
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Honor and power divine ;
And blessings, more than we can give,
Be, Lord ! for ever thine.

4 Let all that dwell above the sky,

And air, and earth, and seas,
Conspire to lift thy glories high,
And speak thine endless praise.

5 The whole creation join in one,

To bless the sacred name
Of him, that sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.

Isaac Waits, 1707.

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1 To our Bedeemer's glorious name,

Awake the sacred song !
Oh ! may his love — immortal flame-
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 Dear Lord ! while we adoring pay

Our humble thanks to thee,
May every heart with rapture say, —
"The Saviour died for me!"

4 Oh ! may the sweet, the blissful theme,

Fill every heart and tongue,
Till strangers love thy charming name,
And join the sacred song.

Anne Steele, 1760.

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1 Mighty God ! while angels bless thee,

May an infant lisp thy name ?
Lord of men, as well as angels !
Thou art every creature's theme.

2 Lord of every land and nation !

Ancient of eternal days !
Sounded through the wide creation, .
Be thy just and lawful praise.

3 For the grandeur of thy nature, —

Grand, beyond a seraph's thought ; —
For created works of power,

Works with skill and kindness wrought;

4 For thy providence, that governs

Through thine empire's wide domain,
"Winga an angel, guides a sparrow ; —
Blesse'd be thy gentle reign.

5 But thy rich, thy frea redemption,

Dark through brightness all along ! —
Thought is poor, and poor expression ;
Who dare sing that awful song ?

Robert Robinson, 1774.

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Bpightness of the Father's glory !

Shall thy praise unuttered lie ?
Break, my tongue ! such guilty silence.

Sing the Lord who came to die : —

Did archangels sing thy coming ?

Did the shepherds learn their lays ? —
Shame would cover me ungrateful,

Should my tongue refuse to praise !

From the highest throne of glory,
To the cross of deepest woe,

Came to ransom guilty captives! —
Flow, my praise ! for ever flow :

Be-ascend, immortal Savicur!

Leave thy footstool, take thy throne ;
Thence return, and reign for ever ; —

Be the kingdom all thine own !

Robert Robinson, 1774.

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Glory to the Lamb.

1 Hakk the notes of angels, singing,

" Glory, glory Jx> the Lamb !"
All in heaven their tribute bringing,
Baising high the Saviour's name.

2 Ye, for whom his life was given !

Sacred themes to you belong ;
Come, assist the choir of heaven ;
Join the everlasting song.

3 See th' angelic hosts have crowned him,

Jesus fills the throne on high :
Countless myriads, hovering round him,
With his praises rend the sky.

4 Filled with holy emulation,

Let us vie with those above ;
Sweet the theme— a free salvation !
Fruit of everlasting love.

5 Endless life in him possessing,

Let us praise his precious name,
Glory, honor, power, and blessing,
Be for ever to the Lamb !

Thomas Kelly, 1804.

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Christ enthroned and worshiped. ( 007. )

Hark ! — ten thousand liarps 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 ;

Jesus rules the world alone.

Jesus ! hail ! whose glory brightens
All above, and gives it worth ;

Lord of life ! thy smile enlightens,

Cheers, and c'larms thy saints on earth;

When we think of love like thine,

Lord ! we own it love divine.

King of glory ! rei^n for ever!

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.

Saviour ! hasten thine appearing ;

Bring — Oh ! bring the glorious day,
When, the awful summons hearing,

Heaven and earth shall pass away ; —
Then, with golden harps, we '11 sing,—
" Glory, glory to our King."

Thomas Kelly, 1801.

Psalm 113.

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1 Ceown his head with endless blessing,
Who, in God the Father's name,
With compassions never ceasing,
Comes salvation to proclaim.

(008.)

Hail ! ye saints ! who know his favor,
Who within his gates are found, —

There, 011 high exalt the Saviour,
Let his courts with praise resound.

2 Jesus ! thee our Savionr hailing,
Thee our God in praise we own ;
Highest honors, never fading,

Rise eternal round thy throne ;
Now, ye saints ! his power confessing,

In your grateful strains adore ;
For his mercy, never ceasing,
Flows, and flows for evermore.

William Goods., 1811.

-L 4: 0 • Jesus worshiped. ( 300. )

1 Jesus ! hail ! enthroned in glory,

There for ever to abide !
All the heavenly hosts adore thee,

Seated at thy Father's side :
There for sinners thon art pleading,

There thou dost onr place prepare,
Ever for us interceding,

Till in glory we appear.

2 Worship, honor, power, and blessing,

Thou art worthy to receive ;
Loudest praises without ceasing,

Meet it is for us to give :
When we join th' angelic spirits,

In their sweetest, noblest lays,
We will sing our Saviour's merits,

Help to chant Immanuel's praise.

John Bakcwell, lTOD, ".

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1 Comr, all ye saints of God !
Publish through earth abroad,

Jesus's fame ;
Tell what his love has done ;
Trust in his name alone ;
Shout to his lofty throne, —

"Worthy the Lamb!"

2 Hence, gloomy doubts and fears !
Dry up your mournful tears ;

Join our glad theme ;
Beauty for ashes bring,
Strike each melodious string,
Join heart and voice to sing, —

' ' Worthy the Lamb 1"

3 Hai'k ! how the choirs above,
Filled with the Saviour's love,

Dwell on his name !
There, too, may we be found,
With light and glory crowned,
While all the heavens resound,—

' ' Worthy the Lamb !"

James linden, 1801.

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Glory to God on high !
Let praises till the sky ;

Praise ye his name ;
Angels ! his name adore,
Who all our sorrows bore ;
And, saints ! cry ever -e ore, —

"Worthy the Lamb !"

(267.)

2 All they around the throne
Cheerfully join in one,

Praising his name ;
We who have felt his blood
Sealing our peace with God,
Spread his dear fame abroad, —

"Worthy the Lamb !"

3 To him our hearts we raise ;
None else shall have our praise ;

Praise ye his name ;
Him, our exalted Lord,
By us below adored,
We praise with one accord, —

" Worthy the Lamb !"

4 Join, all the human race !
Our Lord and God to bless ;

Praise ye his name ;
In him we will rejoice ;
Making a cheerful noise,
And say, with heart and voice, —

"Worthy the Lamb !"

5 Though we must change our place,
Our souls sha'l never cease

Praising his name ;
To him we '11 tribute bring,
Laud him our gracious King,
And, without ceasing, sing, —

" Worthy the Lamb !"

James Alien, 17fil.

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1 Etebhal Spirit ! we confess

And sing the wonders of thy grace ;
Thy power conveys our blessing? down,
From God, the Father, and the Son.

2 Enlightened by thy heavenly ray,
Our shades and darkness turn to day ;
Thine inward teachings make us know
Our danger, and our refuge too.

3 Thy power and glory work within,
And break the chains of reigning sin ;
Do our imperious lusts subdue,

And form our wretched hearts anew. "

4 The troubled conscience knows thy voice,
Thy cheering words awake our joys ;
Thy words allay the stormy wind,

And calm the surges of the mind.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

10<£« The Work of the Holy Spirit. (318.)

1 Come, sacred Spirit ! from above,
And fill the coldest heart with love ;
Soften to flesh the rugged stone,
And let thy godlike power be known.

2 Speak thou, and, from the haughtiest eyes,
Shall floods of pious sorrow rise :
While all their glowing souls are borne
To seek that grace, which now they scorn.

J Oh ! let a holy flock await,
Numerous around thy temple-^ate !
Each pressing on with zeal to be
A living sacrifice to thee.

Philip Doddridge, 1740.

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1 Come, blessed Spirit ! Source of light !

Whose power and grace are unconfined,
Dispel the gloomy shades of night,
The thicker darkness of the mind.

2 To mine illumined eyes, display

The glorious troths thy word reveals,
Cause me to run the heavenly way,
Th}T book unfold, and loose the seals.

3 Thine inward teachings make me know

The mysteries of redeeming love,
The emptiness of things below,
And excellence of things above.

i While through this dubious maze I stray,
Spread, like the sun, thy beams abroad,
To show the dangers of the way,
And guide my feeble steps to God.

• Benjamin Beddome, 1770.

M-'J't* Prayer for spiritual Enjoyment. (3*20.)

1 Come, Holy Spirit ! calm my mind,

And fit me to approach my God ;
Eemove each vain, each worldly thought,
And lead me to thy blest abode.

2 Hast thou imparted to my soul

A living spark of heavenly fire?
Oh ! kinelle now the sacred flame ;
Teach it to burn with pure desire.

3 A brighter faith and hope impart,

And let me now the Saviour see ;
Oh ! soothe and cheer my burdened heart,
And bid my spirit rest in thee.

Anon., 1826.

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1 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove !

With all thy quickening powers, —
Kindle a flame of sacred love,
In these cold hearts of ours.

2 Look — horw we grovel here below,

Fond of these trifling toys!
Our souls can neither fly nor go,
To reach eternal joys.

3 In vain we tune our formal songs,

In vain we strive to rise ;
Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.

4 Dear Lord ! and shall we ever live,

At this poor dying rate ?
Our love so faint, so cold to thee,
And thine to us so great ?

5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove !

With all thy quickening powers ;
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love,
And that thall kindle ours.

Ismc Watts, 1707.

The Descent of the Spirit. (324.)

1 Spirit Divine ! attend our prayer?,

And make this house thy home ;
Descend with all thy gracious powers,
Oh ! come, great Spirit ! come.

2 Come as the light ; to us reveal

Our emptiness and woe ;
And lead us in those paths of life
Where all the righteous go.

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3 Come as the fire ; and purge our hearts,

Like sacrificial flame ;
Let our whole soul an offering be
To our Redeemer's name.

4 Come as the dove ; and spread thy wings,

The wings of peaceful love ;
And let thj^ church on earth become
Blessed as the church above.

5 Come as the wind ; with rushing sound,

And pentecostal grace,
That all, of woman born, may see
The glory of thy face.

Andrew Reed, 1841.

1 O I • The Hope of Salvation. (323. )

1 Eternal Spirit ! God of truth !

Our contrite hearts inspire ;
Kindle the flame of heavenly love,
And feed the pure desire.

2 'T is thine to soothe the sorrowing soul,

With guilt and fear oppressed ;
rT is thine to bid the dying live,
And give the weary rest.

3 Subdue the power of every sin,

Whate'er that sin may be ;
That we, in singleness of heart,
May worship only thee.

4 Then with our spirits witness bear,

That we 're the sons of God ;
Redeemed from sin, and death, and hell,
Through Christ's atoning blood.

Thomas Cotterill, 1810.

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1 Spirit of holiness ! look down,

Our fainting hearts to cheer ;
And, when we tremble at thy frown,
Oh ! bring thy comforts near.

2 The fear, which thy convictions wrought,

On ! let thy grace remove ;
And may the souls, which thou hast taught
To weep, now learn to love.

3 Now let thy saving mercy heal

The wounds it made before ;
Now on our hearts impress thy seal,
That we may doubt no more.

4 Complete the work thou hast begun,

And make our darkness light, —
That we a glorious race may run,
Till faith be lost in sight.

5 Then, as the wondering eyes discern

The Lord's unclouded face,
In fitter language, we shall learn
To sing triumphant grace.

William ITiley Bathurst, 1830.

1 0 «/ • The Outpouring of the Spirit.

1 Let songs of praises fill the sky !

Christ, our ascended Lord,
Sends down his Spirit from on high,
According to his word.

2 The Spirit, by his heavenly breath,

New life creates within ;
He quickens sinners from the death
Of trespasses and sin.

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And to our heart reveals ;
Our bodies he his temple makes,
And our redemption seals.

4 Come, Holy Spirit ! from above,

With thy celestial fire ;
Come, and with flames of zeal and love,
Our hearts and tongues inspire.

Thomas Cotterill, 1810, a.

1 OU. The new-creating Spirit. ( 329. )

1 Spirit of power and might! behold

A world by sin destroyed ;
Creator Spirit ! as of old,
Move on the formless void.

2 Give thou the word ; that healing sound

Shall quell the deadly strife,
And earth again, like Eden crowned,
Produce the tree of life.

3 If sang the morning stars for joy,

When nature rose to view,
Wliat strains will angel-harps employ,
When thou shalt all renew ?

4 And, if the sons of God rejoice

To hear a Saviour's name,
How will the ransomed raise their voice,
To whom the Saviour came?

5 So every kindred, tongue, and tribe,

Assembling round the throne,
The new creation shall ascribe
To sovereign love alone.

James Montgomery, 1825.

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1 Come, Holy Spirit ! come ;

Let thy bright beams arise ;
Dispel the darkness from our minds,
And open all our eyes.

2 Revive our drooping faith,

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

3 Convince us of our sin ;

Tnen lead to Jesus' blood,
And to our wondering view reveal
The secret love of God.

4 'T is thine to cleanse the heart,

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

5 Dwell, therefore, in our hearts ;

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

Joseph Hart, 1759.

The Descent of the Spirit.

162.

1 Lord God, the Holy Ghost !

In this accepted hour,
As on the day of p-3nteco«t,
Descend in all thy power.

2 We meet with one accord

In our appointed place,
And wait the promise of our Lord,
The Spirit of all grace.

3 Like mighty rushing wind

Upon the waves beneath,
Move with one impulse every mind,
One soul, one feeling breathe.

4 The young, the old inspire

With wisdom from above ;
And give us hearts and tongues of fire,
To pray, and praise, and love.

5 Spirit of light ! explore,

And chase our gloom away,
With lustre, shining more and more
Unto the perfect day.

James Montgomery, 1819.

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The Comforter.

1 Blest Comforter Divine!

Whose rays of heavenly love
Amid our gloom and darkness shine,
And point our souls above ; —

2 Thou ! who with "still small voice,"

Dost stop the sinner's way,
And bid the mourning saint rejoice,
Though earthly joys decay ; —

3 Thou! whose inspiring breath

Can make the cloud of care,
And e'en the gloomy vale of death,
A smile of glory wear ; —

4 Thou ! who dost fill the heart

With love to all our race ; —

Blest Comforter ! to us impart

The blessings of thy grace.

Mrs. Lydia H. Sigourney, 1825.

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1 Holy Ghost 1 my soul inspire ;
Spirit of th' almighty Sire !
Spirit of the Son divine !
Comforter ! thy gifts be mine.

2 Holy Spirit ! in my breast,
Grant that lively faith may rest ;
And subdue each rebel thought
To believe what thou hast taught.

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

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

5 Faith, and hope, and charity,
Comforter i descend from thee :
Thou th' anointing Spirit art ;
These thy gifts to us impart !

6 Till our faith be lost in sight,
Hope be swallowed in delight,
Love return to dwell with thee,
In the threefold Deity.

Richard Mant, 1837.

1 DO • The indwelling Spirit.

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

(341.)

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

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

Heal my wounded, bleeding heart.

4 Holy Spirit ! all-divine,

Dwell within this heart of mine ;
Cast down every idol-throne,
Reign supreme, — and reign alone.

Andrew Reed, 1842.

1 Ul>« The sealing Spirit.

1 Gracious Spirit ! Dove divine !
Let thy light within me shine ;
All my guilty fears remove.
Fill me full of heaven and love.

2 Speak thy pardoning grace to me,
Set the burdened sinner free ;
Lead me to the Lamb of God ;
Wash me in his precious blood.

3 Life and peace to me impart,
Seal salvation on my heart ;
Breathe thyself into my breast, —
Earnest of immortal rest.

4 Let me never from thee stray,
Keep me in the narrow way;
Fill my soul with joy divine,
Keep me, Lord ! for ever thine.

John Stocker, 1"!

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1 Thou ! whose almighty word
Chaos and darkness heard,

And took their flight,
Hear us, we humbly pray,
And, where the gospel's day
Sheds not its glorious ray,

"Let there be light !"'

2 Thou ! who didst come to bring,
On thy redeeming wing,

Healing and sight,
Health to the sick in mind,
Sight to the inly blind,—
Oh ! now to all mankind

"Let there be light !"

3 Spirit of truth and love,
Life-giving holy Dove !

Speed forth thy flight :
Move o'er the waters' face,
Bearing the lamp of grace,
And. in earth's darkest place,

"Let there be light !"

4 Blesse'd and holy Three,
All-glorious Trinity, —

Wisdom, Love, Might !
Boundless as ocean's tide
Rolling in fullest pride.
Through the world, far and wide, —

' ' Let there be light !"

John Marriott, 1813.

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• The Diffusion of the Scriptures. (348.)

1 Lord of all power and might !
Father of love and light !

Speed on thy word :
Oh ! let the gospel sound
All the wide world around,
Wherever man is found :

God speed his word !

2 Our thanks we give to thee ;
Thine let the glorv be, —

Glory to God ! "
Thine was the mighty plan,
From thee the work began,
Away with praise of man, —

Glory to God !

3 Lo ! what embattled foes,
Stern in their hate, oppose

God's holy word !
One for his truth we stand,
Strong in his own right hand,
Firm as a martyr-band :

God shield his word !

4 Onward shall be our course,
Despite of fraud or force :

God bless his word !
His word ere long shall ran
Free as the noonday sun ;
His purpose must be done :

God bless his word !

Hugh Stowell, 1852, o.

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Psalm 19.

(349.)

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1 Behold ! the lofty skjr

Declares its maker, God ;
And all bis starry worlds, on high,
Proclaim his power abroad.

2 The darkness and the light

Still keep their course the same ;
While night to day, and day to night,
Divinely teach his name.

3 In every different land.

Their general voice is known ;
They show the wonders of his hand,
And orders of his throne.

4 Ye Christian lands \ rejoice ;

Here he reveals bis word ;
We are not left to nature's voice,
To bid us know the Lord.

5 His laws are ju><t and pure,

His truth without deceit ;
His promises for ever sure,
And his rewards are great.

6 While of thy works I sing,

Thy glory to proclaim,
Accept the praise, my God, my King!
In in)' lledeemer's name.

Isaac Watts, 1719

170.

Psalm 19.
1 Behold ! the morning sun

(350.)

Begins his glorious way :
His beams through all the nations run,
And life and light convey.

2 But, where the gospel comes,

It spreads diviner light ;
It calls dead sinners from their tombs,
And gives the blind their sight.

3 How perfect is thy word !

And all thy judgments just ;
For ever sure thy promise, Lord !
And men securely trust.

4 My gracious God ! how plain

Are thy directions given !
Oh ! may I never read in vain,
But find the path to heaven.

5 While, with my heart and tongue,

I spread thy praise abroad ;
Accept the worship and the song,
My Saviour and my God !

Isaac Watts, 1719.

171.

The Superiority of the Scriptures. (351.)

1 O Lord ! thy perfect word

Directs our steps aright ;
Nor can all other books afford
Such profit or delight

2 Celestial beams it sheds,

To cheer this vale below :
To distant lands its glory spreads,
And streams of mercy flow.

3 True wisdom it imparts ;

Commands our hope and fear ;
Oh ! may we hide it in our hearts,
Aud feel its influence there.

Benjamin Beddome, 1700.

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MEDFIELD.

William Mather, 1790.

Li£. The Bible, our Light.

1 How precious is the book divine,

By inspiration given !
Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine,
To guide our souls to heaven.

2 Its light, descending from above,

Our gloomy world to cheer,
Displays a Saviour's boundless love,
And brings his glories near.

3 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts,

In this dark vale of tears ;
Life, light, and joy, it still imparts,
And quells our rising fears.

4 This lamp, through all the tedious night

Of life, shall guide our way,
Till we behold the clearer light
Of an eternal day.

John Fawcett, 1782.

1 I O. The Excellency of the Holy Scriptures. (358.)

1 Father of mercies ! in thy word,

What endless glory shines !
For ever be thy name adored,
For these celestial lines.

2 Here, the fair tree of knowledge grows,

And yields a free repast ;
Sublimer sweets than nature knows
Invite the longing taste.

3 Here, the Redeemer's welcome voice

Spreads heavenly peace around ;
And life, and everlasting joys
Attend the blissful sound.

(357.)

Oh ! may these heavenly pages be

My ever dear delight ;
And still new beauties may I see,

And still increasing light.

5 Divine Instructor, gracious Lord!
Be thou for ever near ;
Teach me to love thy sacred word,
And view my Saviour there.

Anne Steele,

1 f ~fc« The Light and Glory of the Word.

1 The Spirit breathes upon the word,

And brings the truth to sight ;
Precepts and promises afford
A sanctifying light.

2 A glory gilds the sacred page,

Majestic, like the sun ;
It gives a light to every age ; —
It gives, but borrows none.

3 The hand, that gave it, still supplies

The gracious light and heat ;
His truths upon the nations rise, —
They rise, but never set.

4 Let everlasting thanks be thine,

For such a bright display,
As makes a world of darkness shine
With beams of heavenly day.

5 My soul rejoices to pursue

The steps of him I love,
Till glory breaks upon my view,
In brighter worlds above.

William Cowper, 1772.

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1 Begin*, my tongue ! some heavenly theme,

And speak some boundless thing, —
The mighty works, or mightier name
Of our eternal King.

2 Tell of his wondrous faithfulness,

And sound his power abroad ;
Sing the sweet promise of his grace,
And the performing God.

3 Proclaim — " Salvation from the Lord,

For wretched, dying men !"
His hand has writ the sacred word,
With an immortal pen.

4 Engraved as in eternal brass,

The mighty promise shines,
Nor can the powers of darkness raze
Those everlasting lines.

5 His very word of grace is strong,

As that which built the skies ;
The voice that rolLs the stars along
Speaks all the promises.

6 Oh ! might I hear thy heavenly tongue

But whisper, — "Thou art mine !"
Those gentle words should raise my song,
To notes almost divine.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

17t>. Psalm 119. (3G5.)

1 How shall the young secure their hearts,

Aud guard their lives from sin ?
Thy word the choicest rules imparts

To keep the conscience clean.

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It spreads such light abroad ;
The meanest souls instruction find,
And raise their thoughts to God.

3 'T is 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.

4 Thy precepts make me truly wise ;

I hate the sinner's road ;
I hate my own vain thoughts that rise,
But love thy law, my God !

5 Thy word is everlasting truth ;

How pure is every page !
That holy book shall guide our youth,
And well support our age.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

A (*• Psalm 89. (360.)

1 Blessed are the souls that hear and know

The gospel's joyful sound ;
Peace shall attend the path they go,
And light their steps surround.

2 Their joy shall bear their spirits up,

Through their Redeemer's name ;
His righteousness exalts their hope,
Nor Satan dares condemn.

3 The Lord, our glory and defence,

Strength and salvation gives ;
Israel ! thy King for ever reigns,
Thy God for ever lives.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

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J. Saviour seen in the Scriptures. ( 367. )

1 Now let my soul, eternal King !
To thee its grateful tribute bring ;
My knee, with humble homage, bow,
My tongue perform its solemn vow.

2 All nature sings thy boundless love,
In worlds below, and worlds above ;
But, in thy blesse'd word, I trace
Diviner wonders of thy grace.

3 There, what delightful truths I read !
There, I behold the Saviour bleed :
His name salutes my listening ear,
Eevives my heart, and checks my fear.

4 There Jesus bids my sorrows cease,
And gives my lab'ring conscience peace;
Raises my grateful passions high,

And points to mansions in the sky.

5 For love like this, Oh ! let my song,
Through endless years, thy praise prolong;
Let distant climes thy name adore,

Till time and nature are no more.

Ottiwcll Heginbotham, 1768.

17 *l« Psalm 19. (368.)

1 The heavens declare thy glory. Lord !

In every star thy wisdom shines ;

But, when our eyes behold thy word.

We read thy name in fairer lines.

2 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.

3 Sun, moon and stars convey thy praise,

Bound the whole earth, and never stand;
So, when thy truth began its race,
It touched and glanced on every land.

4 Nor shall thy spreading gospel rest,

Till through the world thy truth has run;
Till Christ has all the nations blessed,
That see the light, or feel the sun.

5 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

6 Thy noblest wonders here we view,

In souls renewed, and sins forgiven ;
Lord ! cleanse my sins, my soul renew,
And make thy word my i,uide to heaven.
Isaac Watts, 1719.

1 O "• The Law and Gospel contrasted. ( 371.)

1 The law commands and makes us know
What duties to our God we owe ;

But 't is the gospel must reveal
Where lies our streugth to do his will.

2 The law discovers guilt and sin.

And shows how vile our hearts have been;
Only the gospel can express
Forgiving love and cleansing grace.

3 My soul ! no more attempt to draw
Thy life and comfort from the law ;
Fly to the hope the gospel gives ;

The man, that trusts the promise, lives.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

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I O 1 . y,,,, AceeUt wry of ike Scriptures. ( 373. )

1 Let everlasting glories crown

Thy head, my Saviour, and my Lord !
Thy hands have brought salvation down,
And writ the blessings in thy word.

2 In vain the trembling conscience seeks

Some solid ground to rest upon ;
With long despair the spirit breaks,
Till we apply to Christ alone.

3 How well thy blessed truths agree !

How wise and holy thy commands !
Thy promises —how firm they be !

How firm our hope and comfort stands !

4 Should all the forms that men devise

Assault my faith, with treacherous art,
I 'd call them vanity and lies,

And bind the gospel to my heart.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

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x<J>rw« The Giortj of the Scriptures. (374.)

1 God, in the gospel of his Son,
Makes his eternal counsels known ;
'T is here his richest mercy shines,
And truth is drawn in fairest lines.

2 Here, sinners of an humble frame

May taste his grace and learn his name ;
'T is writ in characters of blood,
Severely just, immensely good.

3 Here, Jesus in ten thousand ways
His soul-attracting charms displays,
Recounts his poverty and pains.
And tells his love in melting strains.

4 Wisdom its dictates here imparts,

To form our minds, renew our hearts ;
Its influence makes the sinner live,
And bids the drooping saint revive.

5 Our raging passions it controls,

And comfort yields to contrite souls ;

It brings a better world in view,

And guides us all our journey through.

6 May this blest volume ever lie
Close to my heart, and near my eye,
Till life's last hour my thoughts engage,
And be my chosen heritage.

Benjamin Beddome, 1787.
1 O »>• The Power of divine Truth. ( 375.)

1 This is the word of truth and love,
Sent to the nations from above ;
Jehovah here resolves to show
What his almighty grace can do.

2 This remedy did wisdom find,
To heal diseases of the mind ; —

This sovereign balm, whose virtues can
Kestore the ruined creature, man.

3 The gospel bids the dead revive, —
Sinners obey the voice, and live ;

Dry bones are raised, and clothed afresl ,
And hearts of stone are turned to flesh.

4 May but this grace my soul renew,
Let sinners gaze, and hate me too ;
The word that saves me does engage
A sure defence from all their rage.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

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Psalm 51. (382.)

1 Show pity, Lord ! O Lord ! forgive,
Let a repenting rebel live ;
Are not thy mercies large and free?
May not a sinner trust in thee?

2 My crimes are great, but not surpass
The power and glory of thy grace ;
Great God ! thy nature hath no bound,
So let thy pardoning love be found.

3 Oh ! wash my soul from every sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean ;
Hera on my heart the burden lies,
And past offences pain my eyes.

4 My lips with shame my sins confess,
Against thy law, against thy grace ;
Lord ! should thy judgments grow severe,
I am condemned, but thou art clear.

5 Shoul 1 sudden vengeance seize my breath,
I must pronounce thee just in death ;
And, if my soul were sent to hell,
Thy righteous law approves it well.

6 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord !
Whose hope, still hovering round

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Would light on some sweet promise there
Some sure support against despair.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

A 00« The first and second Adam.

1 Deep in the dust before thy throne,
Our guilt and our disgrace we own ;
Great God ! we own th' unhappy name,
Whence sprung our nature and our shame.

2 But, whilst our spirits, filled with awe,
Behold the terrors of thy law,
We sing the honors of thy grace,
That sent to save our rained race.

3 We sing thine everlasting Son,
Who joined our nature to his own ;
Adam, the second, from the dust,
Raises the ruins of the first.

4 Where sin did reign, and death abound
There have the sons of Adam found
Abounding life ; there glorious grace
Iteigns thro' the Lord, our Righteousness.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

1 oDi The Gospel, the rower of God. ( 381.)

1 What shall the dying sinner do,
That seeks relief for all his woe ?
Where shall the guilty conscience find
Ease for the torment of the mind ?

2 How shall we get our crimes forgiven,
Or form our natures fit for heaven ?
Can souls, all o'er defiled with sin,
Make their own powers and passions

clean ?

3 In vain we search, in vain we try,
Till Jesus brings his gospel nigh ;
'T is there such power and glory dwell,
As save rebellious souls from hell.

(380.) 4 This is the pillar of our hope,

That bears our fainting spirits up ;
We read the grace, we trust the word,
And find salvation in the Lord.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

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X^? • • Pardon and Sanctificafion in Christ. (385.

1 How sad our state by nature is !

Our sin — how deep it stains !
And Satan binds our captive minds,
Fast in his slavish chains.

2 But there 's a voice of sovereign! grace,

Sounds from the sacred word ; —
"Ho ! ye despairing sinners! come,
And trust upon the Lord."

3 My soul obeys th' almighty call,

Aud runs to this relief ;
I would believe thy promise, Lord !
Oh ! help my unbelief.

4 To the dear fountain of thy blood,

Incarnate God ! I fly ;
Here let me wash my spotted soul,
From crimes of deepest dye.

5 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,

On thy kind arms I fall :
Be thou my strength and righteousness,
My Jesus, and my all.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

A O 0» Tlie Need of Regeneration.

1 How helpless guilty nature lies,

Unconscious of its load !
The heart, unchanged, can never rise
To happiness and God.

2 Can aught, beneath a power divine,

The stubborn will subdue ?
'T is thine, almighty Spirit! thine,
To form the heart anew.

(389.)

3 'T is thine, the passions to recall,

And upward bid them rise ;

To make the scales of error fall,

From reason's darkened eyes.

4 To chase the shades of death away,

And bid the sinner live ;
A beam of heaven, a vital ray,
'T is thine alone to give.

5 Oh ! change these wretched hearts of ours,

And give them life divine ;
Then shall our passions and our powers,
Almighty Lord ! be thine.

Anne Steele, 1760.

A^w» Regeneration. (387.)

1 Not all the outward forms on earth,

Nor rites that God has given,
Nor will of man, nor blood, nor birth,
Can raise a soul to heaven.

2 The sovereign will of God alone

Creates us heirs of grace ;
Born in the image of his Son,
A new, peculiar race.

3 The Spirit, like some heavenly wind,

Blows on the sons of flesh,

New models all the carnal mind,

And forms the man afresh.

4 Our quickened souls awake, and rise

From the long sleep of death ;

On heavenly things we fix our eyes,

And praise employs our breath.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

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1 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 :

Let men their songs employ ; [plains
While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and
Repeat the sounding joy.

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.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

1«/1« Christ's Mission. (39-2.)

1 Hake the glad sonnd ! the Saviour

comes, —
The Saviour promised long ;
Let every heart prepare a throne,
And every voice a song.

2 On him the Spirit, largely poured,

Exerts his sacred lire ;
"Wisdom and might, and zeal and love
His holy breast inspire.

3 He comes, the pris'ners to release,

In Satan's bondage held,
The gates of brass before him burst,
The iron fetters yield.

(393.)

4 He comes, from thickest films of vice,
To clear the mental ray,

And, on the eye-balls of the blind,
To pour celestial day.

5 He conies, the broken heart to bind,

The bleeding soul to cure ;
And, with the treasures of his grace,
T' enrich the humble poor.

6 Our glad hosannas, Prince of peace !

Thy welcome shall proclaim,
And heaven's eternal arches ring
With thy beloved name.

Philip Doddridge, 1735.

X «/ rW • The Angel's Song.

1 High let us swell our tuneful notes,

And join th' angelic throng ;
For angels no such love have known,
T' awake a cheerful song.

2 Good- will to sinful men is shown,

And peace on earth is given :
For lo ! th' incarnate Saviour comes
With messages from heaven.

3 Justice and grace, with sweet accord,

His rising beams adorn ;
Let heaven and earth in concert join, —
To us a Saviour 's born.

4 Glory to God ! in highest strains,

In highest worlds be paid ;
His glory by our lips proclaimed,
And by our lives displayed.

1'lt Hip Doddridge, 1740. a.

INCARNATION OF CHRIST.

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1 J O. 7%c Nativity of Ci'rist. ( 394. )

1 Mortals ! awake, with angels join,

And chant the solemn lay ;
Joy, love, and gratitude, combine
To hail th' auspicious day.

2 In heaven the rapturous song began,

And sweet seraphic fire
Through all the shining regions ran,
And strung and tuned the lyre.

3 Swift, through the vast expanse, it flew,

And loud the echo rolled;
The th^me, the song, the joy was new,
'T was more than heaven could hold.

4 Down to the portals of the sky

Th' impetuous torrent ran ;
And angels rushed, with eager joy,
To bear the news to man.

5 Hark ! the cherubic armies shout,

And glory leads the song ; [out

Good-will and r.eace are heard through-
Th' harmonious heavenly throng.

6 With joy the chorus we repeat —

" Glory to God on high ! "
Good-will and peace are now complete :
Jesu> was born to die.

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Samuel Medley, 1800.

TJie Cliorus of Angels.
1 Calm on the listening ear of night,
Come heaven's melodious strains,
Where wild Juden stretches far
Her silver-mantl d plains.

(398.)

2 Celestial choirs, from courts above,

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

3 The answering hills of Palestine

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

4 O'er the blue depths of Galilee

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

5 " Glory to God !" the pounding skies

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

Edmund H. Sears, 1S35.

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The Birth of Christ.

1 To us a Child of hope is born,

To us a Son is given ;
Him »hall the tribes of earth obey,
Him all the hosts of heaven.

2 His name shall be the Prince of Peace,

For evermore adored ;
The Wonderful, the Counselor,
The great and mighty Lord.

3 His power, increasing, still shall spread

His reign no end shall know ;
Justice shall guard his throne above,
And peace abound below.

John Morrison, 1781.

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Thomas Clark, 1804.

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A v O* Joy a£ ImmanueV s Birth.

1 Hark ! hark ! — the notes of joy-

Roll o'er the heavenly plains,
And seraphs find employ

For their sublimest strains ;
Some new delight in heaven is known ;
Loud ring the harps around the throne.

2 Hark ; hark !— the sounds draw nigh,

The joyful hosts descend ;
Jesus forsakes the sky,

To earth his footsteps bend ;
He comes to bless our fallen race ;
He comes with messages of grace.

3 Bear — bear the tidings round ;

Let every mortal know
What love in God is found,

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

4 Strike — strike the harps again,

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

And all his grace proclaim ;
Angels and men ! wake every string,
'T is God the Saviour's praise we sing.

Andrew Reed, 1842.

1 J 7 . The Birth of Christ.

1 Hark! what celestial notes,

What melody we hear !

Soft on the morn it floats,

And fills the ravished ear :
The tuneful shell, the golden lyre,
And vocal choir, the concert swell

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2 Th' angelic hosts descend,

With harmony divine ;
See how from heaven they bend,

And in full chorus join !
' ' Fear not, " say they, « ' great joy we bring ;
Jesus, your King, is born to-day.

3 Glory to God on high !

Ye mortals ! spread the sound,
And let your raptures fly,

To earth's remotest bound :
For peace on earth, from God in heaven,
To man is given, at Jesus' birth."

Anon., 1778.

1 O O • Good- Will toward Men.

1 Lo ! God, our God, has come ;
To us a Child is born,
To us a Son is given :

Bless, bless the blessed morn !

(401.)

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Oh ! happy, lowly, lofty birth !

Now God, our God, has come to earth.

Rejoice ! our God has come,

In love and lowliness ;
The Son of God has come,

The sons of men to bless ;
God with us now descends to dwell, —
God in our flesh — Immanuel.

Praise ye the Word made flesh ;

Trxie God, true man is he ;
Praise ye the Christ of God ;

To whom all glory be !
Praise ye the Lamb that once was slain,
Praise ye the King that comes to reign.

Horatius Bonmr, 186S.

INCARNATION OF CHRIST.

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1 V *K The Nativity of Christ.

1 H.vek ! the herald angels sing,—
" Glory to the new-born King !
Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled ! "

2 Joyful, all ye nations ! rise,

J. nn the triumph of the skies ;

Universal nature ! say, —

" Christ, the Lord, is born to-day !"

3 Christ, by highest heaven adored,
Christ, the everlasting Lord :
Late in time behold him come,
Offspring of a virgin's womb !

4 Veiled in flesh, the Godhead see,
Hail th' incarnate Deity !
Pleased as man with men t' appear,
Jesus, our Immanuel here !

5 Hail the heavenly Prince of peace,
Hail the Sun of righteousness !
Light and life to all he brings,
Risen with healing in his wings.

6 Mild hi lays his glory by,

Boru that man no more may die ;
Born to raise the sons of earth ;
Born to give them second birth.

Charles Wesley, 1739

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The Incarnate Deity.
1 Bright and joyful is the morn,
For to us a Child is born ;
From the highest realms of heaven,
Unto us a Son is given.

(404.)

2 On his shoulder he shall bear
Power and majesty, and wear,
On his vesture and his thigh,
Names most awful, names most high.

3 Wonderful in counsel, he,
Christ, th' incarnate Deity ;
Sire of ages, ne'er to cease ;

King of kings, and Prince of peace.

1 Come, and worship at his feet ;
Yield to Christ the homage meet,
From his manger to his throne,
Homage due to God alone.

James Montgomery, 1825.

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The guiding Star.

1 Sons of men ! behold from far,
Hail the long-expected star !
Jacob's star, that gilds the night,
Guides bewildered nature right.

2 Fear not hence that ill should flow,
Wars or pestilence below ;

Wars it bids and tumults cease,
Ushering in the Prince of peace.

3 Mild he shines on all beneath,
Piercing through the shades of death ;
Scattering error's wide-spread night,
Kindling darkness into light.

4 Nations all, far off and near !
Haste to see your God appear ;
Haste, for him your hearts prepare ;
Meet him manifested there.

diaries Wedey, 1839.

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1 Haek ! what mean those holy voices,

Sweetly warbling in the skie:; ?
Sure, th' angelic host rejoices —
Loudest hallelujahs rise.

2 Listen to the wondrous story,

Which they chant in hymns of joy ; —
" Glory in the highest, gloiy ;
Glory be to God most high !

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

Reaching far as man is found ;
Souls redeemed, and sins forgiven ; —
Loud our golden harps shall sound.

4 "Christ is born, the great Anointed ;

Heaven and earth his glory sing :
Glad, receive whom God appointed,
For your Prophet, Priest, and King.

5 "Hasten, mortal j! to adore him ;

Learn his name, and taste his joy ;
Till in heaven you sing beforo him,—
Glory be to God most high ! "
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Of our great Redeemers birth,
Spread the brightness ot his glory,
Till it cover all the earth.

John Cawood, 1S-25.

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iwUd. The. Worship of the Cidld Jesus.

1 Come, ye lofty! come, ye lowly!

Let your songs of gladness ring ;
Pj a stable lies the Holy,
In a manger rests the King.

2 See, in Mary's arms reposing,

Christ, by highest heaven adored ;
Come, your circle round him closing,
Pious hearts that love the Lord !

3 Come, ye poor ! no pomp of station

Robes the Child your hearts adore ;
He, the Lord of all salvation,

Shares your want, is weak and poor.

4 Come, yo gentle hearts and tender !

Como, ye spirits keen and bold !
All in all, your homage render,

Weak and mighty, young and old !

5 High above a star is shining,

And the wise men haste from far ;
Come, glad hearts, and spirits pining !
For you all has risen the star.
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Thanks and love and faith and praise
Come, ye people ! come, ye nations !
All La all, draw nigh to gaze.

Archer T. Gwrney, 1860.

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1 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 g'ad

morning, [told !

Long by the prophets of Israel fore-
Hail to the millions from bondage re-
turning ! [hold.

Gentiles and Jews the blest vision be-

3 Lo ! in the desert lich flowers are springing.

Streams ever copious are gliding along :

Loud from the mountain-top echoes are

ringing, [song.

Wastes rise in verdure, and min le in

4 See ! from all lauds, from the isles of the

ocean,

Praise to Jehovah ascending on high ;
Fallen are the engines of war and com-
motion,

Shouts of salvation are rending the sky.

5 Hail to the brightness of Zion's glacl

morning ! [lain !

Joy to the lands that in d rkness have

Hushed be the accents of sorrow and

mourning :

Zion in triumph begins her mild reign.

Thomas Hastings, 1830.

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Star of the East. (416.)

1 Beightest and best of the sons of the

morning ! [thine aid ;

Dawn on our darkness, and lend us
Star of the East! — tne horizon adorn-
ing,— [laid.

Guide where our infant Redeemer is

2 Cold on his cradle, the dew-drops are

shining ; [the stall ;

Low lies his head with the beasts of

Angels adore hi :n, in slumber reclining, —

Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all.

3 Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion,

Odors of Edom, and offerings divine,
Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the
ocean, [mine ?

Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the

4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation,

Vainly with gifts would his favor se-
cure ;
Bicher, by far, is the heart's adoration, —

Dearer to God are the prayers of the
poor.

5 Brightest and best of the sons of the

morning ! [thine aid ;

Dawn on our darkness, and Lend us
Star of the East! — the horizon adorn-
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Guide where our infant Bedeemer is
Reginald Heber, 1827.

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1 Now be m3T heart inspired to sing
The glories of my Saviour King ;
Jesus, the Lord, — how heavenly fair
His form ! how bright his beauties are !

2 O'er all the sons of human race,
He shines with a superior grace ;
Love from his lips divinely flows,
And blessings all his state compose.

3 God, thine own God, has richly shed
His oil of gladness on thy head ;
And, with his sacred Spirit, blessed
His first-born Son above the rest.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

<w U 7 • The Miracles of Christ. ( 419. )

1 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 th' eternal 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, the triumphant God !

Behold the Lord ascending high,
No more to bleed, no more to die !

4 Hence, and for ever, from my heart,
I bid my doubts and fears depart ;
And to those hands my soul resign,
Which bear credentials so divine.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

»w Up • The Teaching of Jesus. ( 420. )

1 How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound

From lips of gentleness and grace,
When list'ning thousands gathered round.
And joy and reverence filled the place !

2 From heav'n he came, of heav'n he spoke,

To heaven he led his followers' way ;
Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke,
Unveiling an immortal day.

3 " Come, wanderers ! to my Father's home,

Come, all ye weary ones ! and rest :"
Yes, sacred Teacher ! we will come,
Obey thee, love thee, and be blest.

John Bowring, 1823.

(Z IP U • The Example of Ch rid. ( i'2'2. )

1 My dear Redeemer, and my Lord !
I read my duty in thy word ;

But in thy life the law appears,
Drawn out in living cha acters.

2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal,
Such deference to thy Father's will,
Such love and meekness, so divine,

I would transcribe, and make them mine.

3 Cold mountains and the midnight air
Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer;
The desert thy temptations knew,
Thy conflict and thy victory too.

4 Be thou my pattern : make me bear
More of thy gracious ima^e here ;
Then God. the Judge, shall own my name,
Amongst the followers of the Lamb.

Isaac Watts. 170'.).

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1 Behold where, in the Friend of man,

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

2 To spread the rays of heavenly light,

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

3 Midst keen reproach, and cruel scorn,

Patient and meek he stood ;
His foes, ungrateful, sought his life ;
He labored for their good.

4 In the last hour of deep distress,

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

5 Be Christ our pattern and our guide ;

His image may we bear ;
Oh ! may we tread his sacred steps,
And his bright glories share.

William Enfield, 1802.

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mII* CUri.it' s Compassion to the Weak. (428.)

1 With joy we meditate the grace

Of our High-Priest above ;
His heart is made of tenderness,
His bowels melt 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 But spotless, innocent, and pure,

The great Redeemer stood ;
While Satan's fiery darts he bore,
And did resist to blood.

4 He, in the days of feeble flesh,

Poured out his cries and tears ;
And, in his measure, feels afresh
What every member bears.

5 Then let our humble faith address

His mercy and his power ;
We shall obtain delivering grace,
In the distressing hour.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

• The Way, the Truth, and the Life. ( 130.)

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1 Thou art the Way ; — to thee alone

From sin and death we flee ;
And he, who would the Father seek,
Mast 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.

4 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life ;

Grant us that Way to know,
That Truth to keep, that Life to win,
Whose joys eternal flow.

George W. Doane, 1824.

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1 Hail ! thou once despised Jesus!

Hail ! thou Galilean King !
Who didst suffer to release us ;

Who didst free salvation bring ;
Hail ! thou universal Saviour,

Who hast borne oar sin and shame !
By whose merits we find favor,

Life is given, through thy name.

2 Paschal Lamb, by God appointed !

All our sins on thee were laid ;
By almighty love anointed,

Thou hast full atonement made ;
Ever}7 sin may be forgiven,

Through the virtue of thy blood ;
Opened is the gate of heaven ;

Peace is made 'twixt man and God.

John Bakewell, 1760.

<• A11** The great Atonement. (435.)

1 Great High Piiest! we view thee

stooping,

With our names upon thy breast,
In the garden, groaning, drooping,

To the ground with horrors pressed :
Weeping angels stood confounded

To behold their Maker thus,
And can we remain unwounded

When we know 't was all for us?

2 On the cross thy body broken

Cancels every penal tie :
Tempted souls ! produce this token,
All demands to satisfy :

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All is finished ; do not doubt it ;

But believe your dying Lord ;
Never reason more about it ,

Only take him at his word.
3 Lord ! we fain would trust thee solely ;

'T was for us thy blood was spilled ;
Bruise'd Bridegroom ! take us wholly ;

Take and make us what thou wilt ;
Thou hast borne the bitter sentence

Passed on man's devoted race ;
True belief and true repentance

Are thy gifts, thou God of grace !

Joseph Hart, 1759.

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1 Hark ! the voice of love and mercy

Sounds aloud from Calvary ;
See ! —it rends the rocks asunder,
Shakes the earth, and veils the sky :

" It is finished ! "
Hear the dying Saviour cry.

2 "It is finished !"— Oh ! what pleasure

Do these charming words afford !

Heavenly blessings, without measure,

Flow to us from Christ the Lord :

"It is finished!"
Saints ! the dying words record.

3 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs!

Join to sing the pleasing theme ;
All on earth, and all in heaven !
Join to praise Immanuel's name :

Hallelujah !
Glory to the bleeding Lamb !

Jonathan Evans, 1787.

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Ye that feel the tempter's power !
Your Redeemer's conflict see ;

Watch with him one bitter hour ;
Turn not from his griefs away ;
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.

2 Follow to the judgment-hall,

View the Lord of life arraigned ;
Oh ! the wormwood and the pall !

Oh ! the pangs his soul sustained !
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss ;
Learn of him to bear the cross.

3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb ;

There, adoring at his feet,
Mark that miracle of time, —

God's own sacrifice complete :
"It is finished,'" hear him cry ;
Learn of Jesus Christ to die.

4 Early hasten to the tomb,

Where they laid his breathless clay ;
All is solitude and gloom ; —

Who hath taken him away?
Christ is risen ! — he meets our eyes ;
Saviour ! teach us so to rise.

James Montgomery, 1819.

«w X I • Tlie Garden Scene. ( 44i

1 Subely Christ thy griefs hath borne ;
Weepmg sonl ! no longer mourn ;
View him bleeding on the tree,
Pouring out his life for thee :
There thine every sin he bore :
Weeping soul ! lament no more.

2 All thy crimes on him were laid ;
See ! upon his blameless head
Wrath its utmost vengeance pours,
Due to my offence and yours :
Wounded in our stead he is,
Bruised for our iniquities.

3 Weary sinner ! keep thine eyes
On th' atoning sacrifice ;
There th' incarnate Deity
Numbered with transgressors see !
There his Father's absence mourns.
Nailed, and bruised, and crowned with

thorns.

4 See thy God his head bow down ;
Hear the Man of sorrows groan,
For thy ransom there condemned,
Stripped, derided, and blasphemed :
Bleeds the Gudtless for th' unclean,
Made an offering for thy sin.

5 Cast thy guilty soul on him,
Find him mighty to redeem :
At his feet thy burden lay,
Look thy doubts and cares away :
Now, by faith, the Son embrace,
Plead his promise, trust his grace.

G Lord ! thine arm must be revealed,
Ere I can by faith be healed :
Since I scarce can look to thee,
Cast a gracious eye on me :
At thy feet myself I lay :
Shine, Oh ! shine my fears away !

Augustus M. Toplady, 1759.

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1 O Jesus ! sweet the tears I shed,

While at thy cross I kneel,
Gaze at thy wounded, fainting head,
And all thy sorrows feel.

2 My heart dissolves to see thee bleed,

This heart so hard before ;
I hear thee for the guilty plead,
And grief o'erflows the more.

3 'Twas for the sinful thou didst die,

And I a sinner stand :
What love speaks from thy dying eye,
And from each pierced hand.

4 I know this cleansing blood of thine

Was shed, dear Lord! for me, —
For me, for all, — Oh ! grace divine ! —
Who look by faith on thee.

5 O Christ of God ! O spotless Lamb !

By love my soul is drawn ;
Henceforth, for ever, thine I am ;
Here life and peace are born.

G In patient hope, the cross 1 11 bear,
Thine arm shall be my stay ;
And thou, enthroned, my soul shalt spare,
On thy great judgment-day.

Ray Palmer, 18C.7.

wl '•'• "Vexilla Regis prodeunt."

1 The royal banner is unfurled,
The cross is reared on high,
On which the Saviour of the world
Is stretched in agony.

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2 See ! through his holy hands and feet

The cruel nails they drive :
Our ransom thus is made complete,
Our souls are saved alive.

3 And see ! the spear that pierced his side,

And shed that sacred flood,
That holy reconciling tide,
The water and the blood.

4 Hail, holy cross ! from thee we learn

The only way to heaven :
And, Oh ! to thee may sinners turn,
And look, and be forgiven.

5 So let us praise the Saviour's name,

And, with exulting cry,
The triumph of the cross proclaim
To all eternity.

Lat., Venanlius Fortunatus, 580.
Tr., John Chandler, 1837.

^ <w " "• « 'Lugete, Pads A ngeli !" ( 449. )

1 Angels ! lament ; behold ! your God

Man's sinful likeness wears ;

Behold ! upon th' accursed tree

Man's sins the Saviour bears.

2 O Christ ! with wondering minds we see

What mighty love was thine ;
Did God consent to suffer thus ?
And, Oh ! shall man repine ?

3 No, Saviour ! no ; the power of death

Thy cross hath overcome,
To save us, not from earthly woe,
But from th' eternal doom.

Lat., Charles Coffin, 1720.
Tr., John Chandler, 1837.

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1 There is a fountain filled with blood,

Drawn from Iniinanuel's veins :
And sinners, plunged beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.

2 The dying thief rejoiced to see

That fountain in his day :

And there hive I. as vile as he,

Washed all rny sins away.

3 Dear dying Lamb I thy precious blood

Shall never lose its power,
Till all the ransomed church of God
Be saved, to sin no more.

4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream

Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be, till I die.

5 Then, in a nobler, sweeter song,

I '11 sing thy power to save, [tongue

When this poor lisping, stammering
Lies silent in the grave.

William Cowper, 1779.

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3 Well might the sun in darkness hide,

And shut his glories in,
When God. the mighty Maker, died,
For man the creature's sin.

4 Thus might I hide my blushing face,

While his dear cross appears ;
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt mine eyes to tears.

5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay

The debt of love I owe ;
Here, Lord ! I give myself away ; —
'T is all that I can do.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

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mkJmm Godly Sorrow at the Cross.

1 Alas ! and did my Saviour bleed ?

And did my Sovereign die ?
Would he devote that sacred head,
For such a worm as I ?

2 Was it for crimes that I had done,

He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity ! — grace unknown !
And love beyond degree !

(451.)

Christ crucified. (452.)

1 Behold the Saviour of mankind

Nailed to the shameful tree !
How vast the love that him inclined
To bleed and die for thee !

2 Hark ! how he groans, while nature shakes,

And earth's strong pillars bend !
The temple's veil in sunder breaks,
The solid marbles rend.

3 'T is done ; the precious ransom 's paid :

"Receive my soul i " he cries :
See where he bows his sacred head !
He bows his head and dies.

4 But soon he' 11 break death's envious chain,

And in full glory shine :
O Lamb of God ! was ever pain,
Was ever love, like thine?

Samuel UV,s\'. ,/. Sr., 1709.

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1 Not all the blood of beasts,

On Jewish altars slain,
Could give the guilty conscience peace.
Or wash away the stain.

2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,

Takes all our sins away ; —
A sacrifice of nobler name,
And richer blood than they.

3 My faith would lay her hand

On that dear head of thine,

While, like a penitent, I stand,

And there confess my sin.

4 My soul looks back to see

The burdens thou didst bear,
When hanging on the curse'd tree, —
And hopes her guilt was there.

5 Believing, we rejoice

To see the curse remove ;
We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice
And sing his bleeding love.

Isaac Watts, 1701

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(445.)

1 O'erwhelmed in depths of woe,

Upon the tree of scorn,
Hangs the Kedeemer of mankind,
With racking anguish toru.

2 The sun withdraws his light ;

The mid-day heavens grow pale,
The moon, the stars, the universe,
Their Maker's death bewail.

Shall man alone be mute ?

Come, youth and hoary hairs !
Come, rich and poor ! come, all mankind !

And bathe those feet in tears.

Come, fall before his cross,

Who shed for us his blood ;
Who died, the victim of pure love,

To make us sons of God.

Jesus ! all praise to thee,

Our Joy and endless Best !
Be thou our Guide while pilgrims here,

Our Crown amid the blest !

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Tr., Edward Caswall, 1849.

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0« Christ, suffering for our Sins.
Like sheep we went astray.

And broke the fold of God, —
Each wandering in a different way,

But all the downward road.

How dreadful was the hour,

When God our wanderings laid,

And did at once his vengeance pour,
Upon the Shepherd's head !

How glorious was the grace,

When Christ sustained the stroke !

His life and blood the Shepherd pays,
A ransom for the flock.

But God shall raise his head,

O'er all the sons of men,
And make him see a numerous seed,

To recompense his pain.

Isaac Watts, 17<>0.

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1 When I survey the wondrous cross,

On which the Prince of glory died,
Iffy richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

2 Forbid it. Lord ! that I should boast,

Save in the death of Christ, my God ;
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to his blood.

3 See ! from his head, his hands, his feet,

Sorrow and love flow mingled down ;
Did e'er such lov^ and sorrow meet ?
Or thorns compose so rich a crown ?

1 HK dying crimson, like a robe,

Spreads o'er his body on the tree ;
Then am I dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.

5 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, 1707.

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1 Nature, with open volume, stands

To spread her Maker's praise abroad
And every labor of his hands

Shows something worthy of a God.

2 But. in the graca that rescued man,

His brightest form of glory shines ;
Here, on the cross, 'tis fairest drawn
In precious blood, and crimson lines.

3 Here I behold his inmost heart, [join,

Where grace and vengeance strangely
Piercing his Son with sharpest smart,
To make the purchased pleasures mine.

4 Oh ! the sweet wonders of that cross,

Where. God, the Saviour, loved and
died !
Her noblest life my spirit draws [side.
From his dear wounds and bleeding

5 I would for ever speak his name,

In sounds to mortal ears unknown ;
With antrels join to praise the Iamb,
And worship at his Father's throne.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

Wv* " It is finished! " ( 467.)

1 " 'T is finished ! "— so the Saviour cried,
And meekly bowed his head, and died ;

" 'T is finished ! ' — yes, the race is run,
The battle fought, the vict'ry won.

2 " 'T is finished ! " — this my dying groan,
Shall sins of every kind atone ;
Millions shall be redeemed from death,
By this my last expiring breath."

3 " 'T is finished ! " — Heaven is reconciled,
And all the powers of darkness spoiled :
Peace, love, and happiness, again
Keturn, and dwell with sinful men.

4 "'Tis finished! " — let the joyful sound
Be heard through all the nations round :
"T is finished ! " — l^t the echo fly,
Thro' heaven and hell, thro' earth and sky.

Samuel StenneU, 1787.

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1 Sing, O heavens ! O earth ! rejoice ;
Angel harp, and human voice !
Round him, as he rises, raise
Your ascending Saviour's praise.

2 Bruise'd is the serpent's head ;
Hell is vanquished, death is dead ;
And to Christ, gone up on high,
Captive is captivity.

3 All his work and warfare done,
He into his heaven is gone ;
And, beside his Father's throne,
Now is pleading tor his own.

4 Sing, O heavens ! O earth ! rejoice ;
Angel harp, and human voice !
Round him, in his glory, raise
Your ascended Saviour's praise.

John S. B Monsell, 1862.

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1 Hail the day that sees him rise,
Ravished from our wishful eyes !
Christ, awhile to mortals given,
Reascends his native heaven.

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

3 Him though highest heaven receives,
Still he loves the earth he leaves ;
Though returning to his throne,
Still he calls mankind his own.

4 See ! he lifts his hands above !
See ! he shows the piints of love !
Hark ! his gracious lips bestow
Blessings on his church below !

5 Still for us his death he pleads ;
Prevalent, he intercedes ;

Near himself prepares our place,
Harbinger of human race.

6 There we shall with thee remain,
Partners of thine endless reign ;
There thy face unclouded see,
Find our heaven of heavens in thee.

Charles Wesley, 1739.

"lU^» The Resurrection of Christ. (474.)

1 " Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day! "
Sons of men. and angels ! say;
Raise your joys and triumphs high ;
Sing, ye heavens ! and, 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.

3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal ;
Christ hath burst the gates of hell ;
Death in vain forbids his rise :
Christ has opened paradise.

4 Lives again our glorious King !

" Where. O death ! is now thy sting?"—
Dying once, he all doth save ;
'• Where thy victory, O Grave !"

Charles Wesl"ij, 17:;*».

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1 Yes, the Redeemer rose ;

The Saviour left the dead ;
And. o'er our hellish foes,

High raised his conquering head :
In wild dismay, the guards around
Fell to the ground, and sunk 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 such a tomb.

3 Then back to heaven they fly,

And the glad tidings bear ;
Hark ! as they soar on high,

What music fills the air !
Their anthems say, — "Jesus, who bled,
Hath left the dead ; — he rose to-day."

4 Ye mortals! catch the sound, —

Redeemed by him from hell ;
And send the echo round

The globe, on which you dwell ;
Transported, cry. — « ' Jesus, who bled,
Hath left the dead, no more to die."

5 All hail ! triumphant Lord !

Who sav'st us with thy blood :
Wide lie thy name adored,

Thou rising, reigning God !
With thee, we rise, with thee we reign,
Aud empires gain, beyond the skies.

Philip Doddridge, 1740.

"^ Otm The Condescension and Love of Christ. ( 480.)

1 Come, every pious heart,

That loves the Saviour's name !
Your noblest powers exert,

To celebrate his fame ;
Tell all above, and all below,
The debt of love to him you owe.

2 Such was his zeal for God,

And such his love for you,
He freely undertook

What Gabriel could not do ;
His every deed of love and grace,
All words exceed, and thoughts surpass.

3 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, Oh ! who can tell,
To save our souls from death and hell?

4 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 Saviour God.

5 Jesus ! we ne'er can pay

The debt we owe thy love,
Yet tell us how we may

Our gratitude approve :
Our hearts, our all, to thee wc give ;
The gift, though small, thou wilt receive.
Samuel Stennett, 1787.

86

SALVATION.

PARK STREET.

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1 Now for a tune of lofty praise

To great Jehovah's equal Son !
Awrake, my voice ! in heavenly lays,
Tell the loud wonders he hath done.

2 Sing — how he left the worlds of light,

And the 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 pris'ner lay;
Th' almighty Captive left the earth,
And rose to everlasting day.

4 Amongst a thousand harps and songs,

Jesus, the God, exalted reigns ;
His sacred name fills all their tongues,
And echoes through the heavenly plains.
Isaac Watts, 1707.

-wOOt Psalm 24. (486.)

1 Our Lord is risen from the dead ;

Our Jesus is gone up on high ;
The powers of hell are captive led,
Dragged to the portals of the sky.

2 There his triumphal chariot waits,

And angels chant the solemn lay; —
" Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates !
Ye everlasting doors ! give way.

3 " Loose all your bars of massy light,

And wide unfold th' ethereal scene ;
He claims these mansions as his right ;
Receive the King of glory in."

4 "Who is the King of glory ? — who ? "

"The Lord, that all our foes o'ercame,

The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew;

And Jesus is the Conqueror's name."

5 Lo ! his triumphal chariot waits,

And angels chant the solemn lay : —
"Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates !

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6 "Who is the King of glory?
"The Lord, of glorious
sessed ;

The King of saints and angels too ;
God over all, for ever blessed."

Charles Wesley, 1741.

(WOl« Psalm 68. (485.)

1 Lord ! when thou didst ascend on high,
Ten thousand angels filled the sky;
Those heavenly guards around thee wait,
Like chariots that attend thy state.

2 Not Sinai's mountain could appear
More glorious, when the Lord was there ;
While he pronounced his dreadful lawr,
And struck the chosen tribes with awe.

3 How bright the triumph none can tell,
When the rebellious powers of hell.
That thousand souls had captive made,
Were all in chains, like captives, led.

4 liaised by his Father to the throne,
He sent the promised Spirit down,
With gifts and grace for rebel men,
That God might dwell on earth again.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

CHRIST'S RESURRECTION.

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William Tansur, 1735.

iwOO* Psalm 47. 489.)

1 Oh ! for a shout of sacred joy-

To God, the sovereign King !
Let every laud their tongues employ,
And hyinns of triumph sing.

2 Jesus, our God, ascends on high ;

His heavenly guards around,
Attend him rising through the sky,
With trumpets' joyful sound.

3 While angels shout and praise their King,

Let mortals learn their strains ;
Let all the earth his honor sing ; —
O'er all the earth he reigns.

4 Kehearse his praise with awe profound ;

Let knowledge lead the song ;
Nor mock him with a solemn sound
Upon a thoughtless tongue.

5 In Israel stood Lis ancient throne :—

He loved that chosen race ;
But now he calls the world his own,
And heathens taste his grace.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

£oOm Psalm 47. (492.)

1 Aeise ! ye people ! and adore ;

Exulting strike the chord ;
Let all the earth, from shore to shore,
Confess th' almighty Lord.

2 Hark ! the glad shouts, wide echoing round,

Th' ascending God proclaim ;
Th' angelic choir respond the sound,
And shake creation's frame.

(493.)

3 They sing of death and hell o'erthrown

In that triumphant hour ;
And God exalts his conquering Son
To the right hand of power.

4 Arise, ye people ! and adore ;

Exulting strike the chord :
Let all the earth, from shore to shore,
Confess th' almighty Lord.

Harriet Auber, 1819

***:"• Resurrection and Ascension of Christ.

1 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 See how the Conqueror mounts aloft,

And to his Father flies,
With scars of honor in his flesh,
And triumph iu his eyes.

4 Raise your devotion, mortal tongues !

To reach his blessed abode :
Sweet be the accents of your songs
To our incarnate God.

5 Bright angels ! strike your loudest strings,

Your sweetest voices raise ;
Let heaven, and all created things,
Sound our Immauuel's praise.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

SALVATION.

DARWELL. H. M.

John Darwell, cir. 1750.

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1 Rejoice ! the Lord is King ! —

Your God and King adore ;
Mortals ! give thanks, and sing,

And triumph evermore :
Lift up your hearts, — lift up your voice,
Rejoice ! again, I say, — rejoice !

2 His kingdom cannot fail ;

He rules o'er earth and heaven ;
The keys of death and hell

Are to our Jesus given ;
Lift up your hearts, —lift up your voice,
Rejoice ! again, I say, — rejoice !

3 He all his foes shall quell,

Shall all our sins destroy ;
And every bosom swell

With pure seraphic joy :
Lift up your hearts,— lift up your voice,
Rejoice! again, I say, — rejoice !

4 Rejoice in glorious hope ;

Jesus, the Judge, shall come,
And take his servants up

To their eternal home :
We soon shall hear th' archangel's voice,
The trump of God shall sound,— Rejoice
Charles Wesley, 174G.

G'X&m The Offices of Christ. ( 502.

1 Great Prophet of our God !

Our tongues would bless thy name ;
By thee the joyful news

Of our salvation came :
The joyful news of sins forgiven,
Of hell subdued, and peace with heaven.

2 Jesus, our great High-Priest,

Hath shed his blood and died ;
My guilty conscience needs

No sacrifice beside ;
His precious blood did once atone ;
And now it pleads before the throne.

3 O thou almighty Lord,

Our Conqueror and our King !
Thy sceptre and thy sword,

Thy reigning grace we sing ;
Thine is the power ; Oh ! make us sit,
In willing bonds, beneath thy feet.

Isaac Watts, 1709, a.

The Cross celebrated.

(503.)

248.

1 Ye saints ! your music bring,

Attuned to sweetest sound ;
Strike every trembling string,

Till earth and. heaven resound :
The triumphs of the cross we sing :
Awake, ye saints ! each joyful string.

2 The cross— the cross alone —

Subdued the powers of hell ;
Like lightning from his throne,

The prince of darkness fell :
The triumphs of the cross we sing ;
Awake, ye saints ! each joyful string.

3 The cross has power to save,

From all the foes that rise ;
The cross has made the grave

A passage to the skies :
The triumphs of the cross we sing ;
Awake, ye saints ! each joyful string.
Andrew Reed, 1817.

CHRIST'S ROYAL PRIESTHOOD.

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244.

1 Glory, glory to our King !

Crowns unfading wreathe his head ;
Jesus is the name we sing, —

Jesus, risen from the dead ;
Jesus, Conqueror o'er the grave ;
Jesus, mighty now to save.

2 Jesus is gone up on high :

Angels come to meet their King ;
Shouts triumphant rend the sky,

While the Victor's praise they sing :
' ' Open now, ye heavenly gates !
'Tis the King of glory waits."

3 Now behold him high enthroned,

Glory beaming nom his face,
By adoring angels owned,

God of holiness and grace !
Oh ! for hearts and tongues to sing —
1 ; Glory, glory to our King ! "

4 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 !

Thomas Kelly, 1804.

The Coronation of Christ.

245.

1 Crowns of glory, ever bright,
Rest upon the Victor's head ;
Crowns of glory are his right, —
His, "who liveth and was dead."

(505.)

2 He subdued the powers of hell ;

In the fight he stood alone ;
All his foes before him fell,
By his single arm o'erthrown.

3 His, the fight, the arduous toil,

His, the honors of the day,

His, the glory and the spoil ;

Jesus bears them all away.

4 Now proclaim his deeds afar ;

Fill the world with his renown :
His alone, the Victor's car,
His, the everlasting crown !

Thomas Kelly, 1804.

(506.)

£jtO» Tlie Victor's Triumph.

1 Sons of Zion ! raise your songs ;
Praise to Zion's King belongs ;
His, the victor's crown and fame :
Glory to the Saviour's name !

2 Sore the strife, but rich the prize ;
Precious in the Victor's eyes :
Glorious is the work achieved, —
Satan vanquished, man relieved !

3 Sing we then the Victor's praise ;
Go ye forth an 1 strew the ways ;
Bid him welcome to his throne :
He is worthy, he alone !

4 Place the crown upon his brow ;
Every knee to him shall bow :
Him the brightest seraph sings ;
Heaven proclaims him ' ' King of kings !"

Thomas Kelly, 1829.

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SALVATION.

CORONATION.

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247.

1 All hail the power of Jesus' name !

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

2 Crown him, ye martyrs of our God !

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

3 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race !

Ye ransomed from the fall !
Hail him, who saves you by his grace,
And crown him Lord of all.

4 Sinners ! whose love can ne'er forget

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

5 Let every kindred, every tribe,

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

6 Oh ! that with yonder sacred throng,

We at his feet may fall ;
We 11 join the everlasting song,
And crown him Lord of all.

Edward Ptrronet, 1780, a.

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1 Jesus, immortal King ! arise ;

The might;/ Conqueror.

(533.)

Assume, assert thy sway
Till earth, subdued, its tribute bring,
And distant lands obey.

2 Bide forth, victorious Conqueror ! ride,

Till all thy foes submit ;
And all the powers of hell resign
Their trophies at thy feet.

3 Send forth thy word, and let it fly,

This spacious earth around ;

Till every soul, beneath the sun,

Shall hear the joyful sound.

4 From sea to sea, from shore to shore,

May Jesus be adored ;
And earth, with all her millions, shout
Hosannas to the Lord.

A. C. Hobart Seymour, 1810.

The wondrous Name.

(51S.)

249.

1 Jesus ! the name high over all,

In hell, or earth, or sky ;
Angels and men before it fall,
And devils fear and fly.

2 Jesus ! the name to sinners dear,

The name to sinners given ;

It scatters all their guilty fear ;

It turns their hell to heaven.

3 Oh ! that the world might taste and see

The riches of his grace ;
The arms of love that compass me,
Would all mankind embrace.

4 His only righteousness I t-how,

His saving truth proclaim :
'T is all my business here below,
To cry, " Behold the Lamb !"

Charles Wesley, 1749.

CHRIST'S ROYAL PRIESTHOOD.

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1 Come, let us lift our joyful eyes,

Up to the courts above.
And smile to see our Father there,
Upon a throne of love.

2 Now we may bow before his feet,

And venture near the Lord :

No fiery cherub guards his seat,

Nor double flaming sword.

3 The peaceful gates of heavenly bliss

Are opened by the Son ;
High let us raise the notes of praise,
And reach th' almighty throne.

4 To thee ten thousand thanks we bring,

Great Advocate on high ;
And glory to th' eternal King,
That lays his fury by.

Isaac Watts, 1719

251.

PSALM 46.

(520.

1 Hael, mighty Jesus ! how divine
Is thy victorious sword !
The stoutest rebel must resign,
At thy commanding word.

Deep are the wouuds thine arrows give,
They pierce the hardest heart ;

Thy sniile> of grace the slain revive,
And joy succeeds to smart.

3 Still gird thy sword upon thy thigh,
Hide with majestic sway ;
Go forth, sweet Prince! triumphantly,
And make thy foes obey.

4 And, when thy victories are complete,

When all the chdsen race
Shall round the throne of glory meet,
To sing thy conquering grace,

5 Oh ! may my humble soul be found,

Among that favored band ;
And I, with them, thy praise will sound,
Throughout Immanuel's land.

Benjamin Wallin, 1776.

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(527.)

1 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— Oh ! amazing love !—
He ran to our relief.

3 Down from the shining seats above,

With joyful haste he fled,
Entered the grave in mortal flesh,
And dwelt among the dead.

4 Oh ! for this love let rocks and hills

Their lasting silence break ;
And all harmonious human tongues
The Saviour's praises speak.

5 Angels ! assist our mighty jovs ;

Strike all your harps of gold ;
But, when you raise your highest notes,
His love can ne'er be told.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

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SALVATION.

"WARWICK.

C. M.

Samuel Stanley, cir. 1810.

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1 Oh ! 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 abroad,
The honors of thy name.

3 Jesus — the name that charms our fears,

That bids our sorrows cease ;
'T is music in the sinner's ears ;
'T is life, and health, and peace.

4 He breaks the power of canceled sin,

He sets the pris'ner free ;
His blood can make the foulest clean ;
His blood availed for me.

5 He speaks, — and, listening to his voice,

New life the dead receive ;
The mournful, broken hearts rejoice ;
The humble poor believe.

Charles Wesley, 1740.

&tw^:» God reconciled in Christ.

1 Dearest of all the names above,

My Jesus and my God !
Who can resist thy heavenly love,
Or trine with thy blood?

2 'T is by the merits of thy death,

The Father smiles again ;
'T is by thine interceding breath,
The Spirit dwells with men.

3 Till God in human flesh I see,

My thoughts no comfort find ;

(520.)

The holy, just, and sacred Three
Are terrors to my mind.

4 But, if Immanuel's face appear,

My hope, my joy begins ;
His name forbids my slavish fear,
His grace removes my sins.

5 While Jews on their own law rely.

And Greeks of wisdom boast ; —
I love th' incarnate mystery,
And there I fix my "trust.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

t^O*3 • The Sympathy of Jesus. ( 522. )

1 Come, let us join in songs of praise

To our ascended Priest ;
He entered heaven, with all our names
Engraven on his breast.

2 Below 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 knows

The weakness of our frame,
And how to shield us from the foes
Which he himself o'ercame.

4 Nor time, nor distance, e'er shall quench

The fervors of his love ;
For us he died in kindness here,
Nor is less kind above.

5 Oh ! may we ne'er forget his grace,

Nor blush to wear his name ;
Still may our hearts hold fast his faith,
Our mouths his praise proclaim.

Anon., 1818.

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1 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 iair
That fill the heavenly train.

3 He saw me plunged in deep distress ;

He flew to my relief ;
For me he bore the shameful cross,
And carried all iny 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 his bounty I receive

Such proofs of love divine,
Had I a thousand hearts to give,
Lord ! they should all be thine.

Samuel Stennett, 1787.

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Redeeming Lore.
Come, heavenly Love ! inspire my song

With thine immortal flame ;
And teach my heart, and teach my tongue,

The Saviour's lovely name.

The Saviour ! Oh ! what endless charms
Dwell in the blissful sound !

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Its influence every fear disarms,
And spreads sweet comfort round.

3 Th' almighty Former of the skies

Stooped to our vile abode ;
While angels viewed with wondering eyes,
And haded th' incarnate God.

4 Oh ! the rich depths of love divine !

Of bliss, a boundless store !
Dear Saviour ! let me call thee mine ;
I cannot wish for more.

5 On thee alone my hope relies,

Beneath thy cross I fall ;
My Lord, my Life, my Sacrifice,
My Saviour, and my All !

Anne Steele, 1760.

-**J(~y» " Jesu I nostra Eedemptio." (521.)

1 O Christ ! our Hope, our heart's Desire,

Redemption's only Spring !
Creator of the world art thou,
Its Saviour and its King.

2 How vast the mercy and the love,

Which laid our sins on thee,
And led thee to a cruel death,
To set thy people free !

3 But now the bonds of death are burst,

The ransom has been paid :
And thou art on thy Father's throne,
In glorious robes arrayed.

4 0 Christ ! be thou our present joy,

Our future great reward !
Our only glory may it be
To glory in the Lord !

Lat., Ambrose (?), 390.
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1 Awake, and sing the song

Of Moses and the Lamb ;
"Wake, every heart, and every tongue !
To praise the Saviours name.

2 Sing of his dying love ;

Sing of his rising power ;
Sing — how he intercedes above
For those whose sins he bore.

3 Sing, till we feel our hearts

Ascending with our tongues ;

Sing, till the love of sin departs,

And grace inspires our songs.

4 Sing on your heavenly way,

Ye ransomed sinners ! sing ;
Sing on, rejoicing, every day,
In Christ, th' eternal King.

5 Soon shall ye hear him say,

"Ye blessed children ! come ;"

Soon will he call you hence away,

And take his wanderers home.

William Hammond, 1745.
Altered, by Martin Madan, 1760.

wOU, The atoning Blood. (511.)

1 How heavy is the night

That hangs upon our eyes,
Till Christ, with his reviving light,
Over our souls arise !

2 Our guilty spirits dread

To meet the wrath of heaven ;
But, in his righteousness arrayed,
We see our sins forgiven.

3 Unholy and impure

Are all our thoughts and ways ;

(513.)

His hands infected nature cure,
With sanctifying grace.

4 The powers of hell agree

To hold our souls in vain :
He sets the sons of bondage free,
And breaks the cursed chain.

5 Lord ! we adore thy ways

To bring us near to God ;
Thy sovereign power, thy healing grace
And thine atoning blood.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

/W O 1 • The Song of the Seraphs.

1 Crown him with many crowns,

The Lamb upon his throne ;
Hark ! how the heavenly anthem drowns
All music but its own !

2 Awake, my soul ! and sing

Of him who died for thee ;
And hail him as thy matchless King,
Through all eternit}'.

3 Crown him, the Lord of love !

Behold his hands and side, —
Rich wounds, yet visible above
In beauty glorified :

4 Crown him, the Lord of peace !

Whose power a sceptre sways,
From pole to pole, that wars may cease,
Absorbed in prayer and praise :

5 Crown him, the Lord of years !

The Potentate of time,
Creator of the rolling spheres,
Ineffably sublime!

Matthew Bridges, 1852.

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1 Now to the Lord, that makes us know

The wonders of his dying love,
Be humble honors paid below.

And strains of nobler praise above.

2 'T was he that cleansed our foulest sins,

And washed us in his richest blood ;
'T is he that makes us priests and kings,
And brings us rebels near to God.

3 To Jesus, our atoning Priest,

To Jesus, our superior King,
Be everlasting power confessed,
And every tongue his glory sing.

4 B3hold on flying clouds he comes,

And every eye shall see him move ;

Tho' with our sins we pierced him once,

Still he displays his pardoning love.

5 The unbelieving world shall wail,

While we rejoice to see the day;
Come, Lord ! nor let thy promise fail,
Nor let thy chariots long delay.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

r« \ J 'J • The Intercession of Christ. (541.

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

2 Repeated crimes awake our fears,

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

3 Hence, then, ye black, despairing

thoughts !
Above our fears, above our faults,
His powerful intercessions rise,
And guilt recedes, and terror dies.

4 In every dark, distressful hour,
When sin and Satan join their power,
Let this dear hope repel the dart,
That Jesus bears us on his heart.

5 Great Advocate, almighty Friend, —
On him our humble hopes depend :
Our cause can never, never fail,
For Jesus pleads, and must prevail.

Anne Steele, 1760.

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1 Descend from heaven, immortal Dove !
Stoop down and take us on thy wings,
And mount, and bear us far above
The reach of these inferior things.
! 2 Oh ! for a sight, a pleasing sight

Of our almighty Father's throne !
There sits our Saviour, crowned with
Clothed in a body like our own. [light,
Adoring saints around him stand, [£ 11 :
And thrones and powers before him
The God shines gracious thro' the man,
And sheds sweet glories on them all.
Oh ! what amazing joys they feel,

While to their golden harps they sing,
And sit on every heavenly hill,

And spread the triumphs of their King !
Isaac Watts, 1707.

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Comb, ye sinners ! poor and wretched,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore ;

Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, joined with power ;

He is able,
He is willing ; doubt no more.

2 Ho ! ye needy ! come and welcome,

God's free bounty glorify ;
True belief, and true repentance,
Every grace that brings us nigh,

Without money,
Come to Jesus Christ and buy.

3 Let not conscience make you linger,

Nor of fitness fondly dream ;
All the fitness he requireth,
Is to feel your need of him ;

This he gives you ;
'T is the Spirit's rising beam.

Joseph Hart, 1759

266.

Come and Welcome.
Come, ye 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.
View him prostrate in the garden ;
, Lo ! your Maker prostrate lies ;
On the bloody tree behold him !
Hear him cry, before he dies, —

" It is finish'd !"
Sinner ! will not this suffice ?

(553.)

1759.

(554.)

Lo ! th' incarnate God, ascended,
Pleads the merit of his blood :

Venture on him, venture wholly;
Let no other trust intrude :

None but Jesus
Can do helpless sinners good.

4 Saints and angels, joined in concert.
Sing the praises of the Lamb ;
While the blissful seats of heaven
Sweetly echo with his name ;

Hallelujah !
Sinners here may sing the same.

Joseph Hurt
«w O 4 • The healing Fountain.

1 Come to Calv'ry's holy mountain,

Sinners, ruined by the fall !
Here a pure and healing fountain

Flows to you, — to me, — to all, —
In a full perpetual tide,
Opened when our Saviour died.

2 Come, in sorrow and contrition,

Wounded, impotent, and blind ;
Here the guilty, free remission, —

Here the troubled, peace may find ;
Health this fountain will restore ;
He that drinks shall thirst no more : —

3 He that drinks shall live tor ever, —

Tis a soul-renewing flood :
God is faithful : -Go.l will never

Break his covenant in 1 lood, —
Signed, when our Redeemer died,
Sealed, when he was glorified.

James Montgomery, 1825

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1 Come, ye souls, by sin afflicted !

Bowed with fruitless sorrow down.
By the perfect law convicted,

Through the cross, behold the crown ;

Look to Jesus ;
Mercy flows through him alone.

2 Take his easy yoke, and wear it ;

Love will make obedience sweet ;

Christ will give you strength to bear it,

While his wisdom guides your feet

Safe to glory,
Where his ransomed captives meet.

3 Sweet, as home to pilgrims weary,

Light to newly-opened eyes,
Or full springs in deserts dreary,
Is the rest the cross supplies ;

Al1, who taste it.
Shall to rest immortal rise.

Joseph Swain, 1792

269.

The Gospel Message.

(556.)

1 Sinners ! will you scorn the message

Sent in mercy from above ?
Every sentence, Oh ! how tender !
Every line is full of love ;

Listen to it ;
Every line is full of love.

2 Hear the heralds of the gospel.

News from Sion's Kiug proclaim,
" Pardon to each rebel sinner ;

Free forgiveness in his name!"
How important !
"Free forgiveness in his name !"

3 Who hath our report believe'd ?

Who received the joyful word ?
Who embraced the news of pardon,
Offered to you by the Lord ?

Can you slight it ?
Offered to you by the Lord.

4 0 ye angels ! hovering round us, —

Waiting spirits ! speed your way,
Haste ye to the court of heaven,
Tidings bear without delay, —

Rebel sinners
Glad the message will obey.

Jonathan Allen, 1801, a.

The Voice of Mercy.

(557.)

270.

1 Listen, sinner ! rnercy hails you :

With her sweetest voice she calls ;
Bids you hasten to the Saviour,
Ere the hand of justice falls :

Listen, sinner !
'T is the voice of mercy calls.

2 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 Lead !

Flee, O sinner !
Lest the lightnings strike you dead.

3 Haste, ah ! 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, 1817.

98

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1 Salvation !— Oh ! the joyful sound ;

'T is 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 Salvatiou ! — let the echo fly

The spacious earth around ;

While all the armies of the sky

Conspire to raise the sound.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

M I »W» Christ's Commission. (550.)

1 Come, happy souls ! approach your God,

With new melodious songs,

Come, render to almighty grace,

The tribute of your tongues.

2 So strange, so boundless was the love

That pitied dying men,
The Father sent his equal Son
To give them life again.

3 Thy hands, dear Jesus ! were not armed

With a revenging rod,
No hard commission to perform
The vengeance of a God.

4 But all was mercy, all was mild,

And wrath forsook the throne,
When Christ on the kind erraud came,
And brought salvation down.

5 Here, sinners ! you may heal your wounds,

And wipe your sorrows dry ;
Trust in the mighty Saviour's name,
And you shall never die.

6 See, dearest Lord ! our willing souls

Accept thine offered grace ;
We bless the great Redeemer's love,
And give the Father praise.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

(562.)

/W 4 d« Welcome to the Tour

1 Ye heaets, with youthful vigor warm !

In smiling crowds draw near ;
And turn irom every mortal charm,
A Saviour's voice to hear.

2 He. Lord of all the worlds on high,

Stoops to converse with you ;
And lays his radiant glories by,
Your friendship to pursue.

3 The soul, that longs to see his face,

Is sure his love to gain ;
And those, that early seek his grace,
Shall never seek in vain.

4 What object. Lord ! my soul should move,

If once compared with thee?
What beauty should command my love,
Like what in Christ I see ?

5 Away, ye false, delusive toys !

Vain tempters of the mind ;
'T is here I fix my lasting choice,
And here, true bliss I find.

Philip Doddridge, 1740.

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1 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 fear alarms ;
But, see ! there yet is room.

3 Koom, in the Saviour's bleeding heart ;

There love and pity meet ;
Nor will he bid the eohI depart,
That trembles at his feet.

4 Oh ! come, and. with his children, ta:;to

The blessings of his lovo :
"While hope attends the sweet repast
Of nobler joys above.

5 Ther^, with united heart and voice,

Before th' eternal throne,
Ten thousand thousand souls rejeice,
In ectasies unknown.

6 And yet ten thousand thousand more

Are welcome still to come ;
Ye longing souls ! the grace adore,
Approach, there yet is room.

Anne Steele, 17G0.

r- 4 O* The Call of Divine Mercy. (»7<k)

1 Sinners ! the voice of God regard ;
'T is Mercy speaks to-day ;
He calls you by h's sovereign wcrd,
From sin's destructive way.

Like the rough sea, that cannot rest,

You live, devoid of peace :
A thousand stings, within your breast,

Deprive your souls of ease.

But he, that turns to God, shall live,
Through his abounding grace ;

His mercy w.ll the guilt forgive
Of those that seek his face.

Bow to the sceptre of his word,

Renouncing every sin ;
Submit to him, your sovereign Lord,

And learn his will divine.

His love exceeds your highest thoughts ;

He pardons like a God ;
He will forgive your numerous faults,

Through a Redeemer's blood.

John Fawcett, 1782,

— 4 l>« The Way to Zion.

1 Inquire, ye pilgrims ! for the way

Taat leads to Zion's hill,
And thitber set your steady face,
With a determined will.

2 Come, let us to his temple haste,

And seek his favor there ;
Before his footstool, humbly bow,
And pour out fervent prayer.

3 Come, let us join our souls to God

In everlasting bands ;
And seize the blessings he bestows,
With eager hearts and hands.

Philip Doddridge,

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1740.

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T/ie spiritual Banquet. ( 504.)

1 Let every mortal ear attend,

And every heart rejoice ;
The trumpet of the gospel sounds,
With an inviting voice.

2 Ho ! all ye hungry, starving souls !

That 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 ! ye that pant for living streams,

And pine away and die !
Here you may quench your raging thirst,
With springs that never dry.

5 Rivers of love and mercy here

Iu a rich ocean join ;
Salvation in abundance flows,
Like floods of milk and wine.

6 The happy gates of gospel grace

Stand open night and day ;
Lord ! we are come to seek supplies,
And drive our wants away.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

78.

The Saviour's Invitation.

(568.)

1 The Saviour calls ; let every ear
Attend the heavenly sound ;
Ye doubting souls ! dismiss your fear,
Hope smiles reviving round.

2 For every thirsty, longing heart,

Hjre streams of bounty flow,
And life, and health, and bliss impart,
To banish mortal woe.

3 Ye sinners ! come ; 't is mercy's voice

The gracious call obey :
Mercy invites to heavenly joys,—
And can you yet delay ?

4 Dear Saviour ! draw reluctant hearts ;

To thee let sinners fly,
And take the bliss thy love imparts,
And drink and never die.

Anne Steele, 1761

The Saviour at the Dooi

(569.)

279.

1 Amazing sight ! the Saviour stands,

And knocks at every door ;
Ten thousand blessings in his hands,
To satisfy the poor.

2 "Behold !" he saith, " I bleed and die

To bring you to my rest ;
Hear, sinners ! while I 'm passing by,
And be for ever blessed.

3 "Will you despise my bleeding love,

And choose the way to hell ?
Or, in the glorious realms above,
With me, for ever dwell ?

4 " Say, will you h< ar my gracious voice,

And have your sins forgiven ?
Or will you make that wretched choice,
And bar yourselves from heaven ? "

Anon., 1825.

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1 Would'st thou eternal life obtain ?

Now to the cross repair ;
There stand, and gaze, and weep, and pray,
Where Jesus breathes his life away ;

Eternal life is there.

2 Go ; — 'tis the Son of God expires !

Approach the shameful tree ;
See, quivering there, the mortal dart,
In the Redeemer's loving heart,

O sinful soul ! for thee.

3 Go ; -there, from every streaming wound,

Flows rich atoniug blood ;
That blood can cleanse the deepest stain,
Bid frowning justice smile again,

And seal thy peace with God.

4 Go ; —at that cross thy heart, subdued,

With thankful love shall glow ;
By wondrous grace thy soul set free,
Eternal life, from Christ, to thee,

A vital stream shall flow.

Ray Palmer, 18(52.

281.

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The repenting Sinner returning. ( 5<>7.)

Come, humble sinner ! in whose breast,
A thousand thoughts revolve ;

Coni3, with your guilt and fear oppressed,
And make this last resolve : —

"I '11 go to Jesus, though my sin

Hath like a mountain rose ;
I k^ow his courts. I '11 enter in,

Whatever may oppose.

'3 "Prostrate I '11 lie before his throne,
And there my guilt confess ;
1 11 tell him I 'm a wretch undone,
Without his sovereign grace.

4 "I '11 to the gracious King approach,

Whose sceptre pardon gives ;
Perhaps he may command my touch,
And then the suppliant lives.

5 ' ' Perhaps he will admit my plea,

Perhaps will hear my prayer ;
But. if I perish, I will pray,
And perish only there.

6 "I can but perish if I go,

I am resolved to try ;
For. if I stay away, I know
I must for ever die."

Edmund Jones, 1777.

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rWO-w« The Fountain of living Waters. (565.)

1 Oh ! what amazing words of grace

Are in the gospel found,
Suited to every sinner's case
Who knows the joyful sound !

2 Come then, with all your wants and

Your every burden bring ; [wounds,
Here love, eternal love, abounds, —
A deep, celestial spring.

3 This spring with living waters flows,

And living joy imparts ;
Come, thi-sty souls ! your wants disclose,
And drink with thankful hearts.

Samuel Medley, 1789.

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283.

The accepted Time.

(548.)

1 Now is th' accepted time,

Now is the clay of grace ;
Now, sinners ! come, without delay,
And seek the Saviour's lace.

2 Now is th' accepted time,

The Saviour calls to-day ;
Pardon and peace he freely gives :—
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.

John Dohe.il, 18'

284

1

To-Day. (549.)

To-day the Saviour calls ;

Ye wretched wanderers ! come ;
O ye benighted, dyin^ souls !

Why will you longer roam ?

To-day the Saviour sails ;

Oh '. hearken to him now !
Within these consecrated walls,

To Jesus come and bow.
To-day the Saviour calls ;

To him ior refuge fly ;
For Boon the storm of justice falls,

And death is ever nigh.

The Spirit calls to-day ;

Yield to his saving power ;
Oh . do not grieve him now away, —

'T is mercy's tender hour.

Anon., 1831, a.

285.

To-Day.
1 Ye sinnees ! fear the Lord,

(550.)

While yet 't is called to-day ;
Soon will the awful voice of death
Command your souls away.

2 Soon will the harvest close,

The summer soon be o'er ;
And soon your injured angry God
Will hear your prayers no more.

3 Then, while 't is called to-day,

Oh ! hear the gospel's sound ;
Come, sinners ! haste. Oh ! haste away,
While pardon may be found.

Timothy Dwight, 1800, a.
,WOO. y/„, Voirr of the Spirit and the Bride. ( 547.)

1 The Spirit, in our hearts,

Is whispering, —"Sinner ! come !"
The bride, the church of Christ, pro-
claims,
To all his children, — "Come !"

2 Let him that heareth say.

To all about him, — "Come !"
Let him that thirsts for righteousness
To Christ, the Fountain, come.

3 Yes, whosoever will,

Oh ! let him freely come,
And freely drink the stream of life ;
T is Je^us bids him come.

4 Lo ! Jesus, who invites.

Declines. — "I quickly come :"
Lord ! even so ; I wait thine hour ;
Jesus, my Saviour ! come !

Henry U. Onderdonk, 1826.

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287.

1 ' : Come hither, all ye weary souls !

Ye heavy-laden sinners ! come ;
I '11 give you rest from all your toils,
Aud raise you to my heavenly home.

2 " They shall find rest* that learn of me ;

I'm of a meek and lowly mind ;
But passion rages like the sea,
Aud pride is restless as the wind.

3 "Blessed is the man, whose shoulders

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My yoke, and bear it with delight ;
My yoke is eusy to his neck, [light,"

My grace shall make the burden

4 Jesus ! we come at thy command ;

With faith, and hope, and humble zeal ;
Resign our spirits, to thy hand,

To mould and guide us, at thy will.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

Rest for the weary Penitent.

(577.)

288.

1 Come, weary souls ! with sin distressed,
The Saviour offers heavenly rest ;

The kind, the gracious call obey,
Aud cast your gloomy fears away.

2 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 !

3 Lord ! we accept, with thankful heart,
The hope thy gracious words impart ;

We come, with trembling ; yet rejoice.
And bless the kind inviting voice.

4 Dear Saviour ! let thy powerful love
Confirm our faith, our fears remove ;
And sweetly influence every breast,
And guide us to eternal rest.

Anne Steele, 1760.

Christ at the door.

(578.)

289.

1 BEHOiiD ! a stranger 's at the door !

He gently knocks, -has knocked before ;
Has waited long — is waiting still ;
You treat no other friend so ill.

2 But will he prove a friend indeed ?
He will — the very friend you need ;
The Man of Nazareth. — 'tis he,
With garments dyed at Calvary.

3 Oh ! lovelv attitude I— he stands
With melting heart, and laden hands :
Oh ! matcldess kindness ! — and he shows
This matchless kindness to his foes.

4 Bise, touched with gratitude divine,
Turn out his enemy and thine, —
That hateful hell-born monster, sin, —
And let the heavenly stranger in.

5 Admit him, ere his anger burn ;
His feet departed ne'er return ;
Admit him, — or the hour 's at hand,
When, at his door, denied you '11 stand.

Joseph Grigg, 1765.

104,

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1 Come, lot our voices join to raise
A sacred song of solemn praise ;
God is a sovereign King ; rehearse
His honors in exalted verse.

2 Come, let our souls address the Lord,
Who framed our natures with his word ;
He is our Shepherd ; — we the sheep,
His mercy chose, his pastures keep.

3 Come, let us hear his voice to-day,
The counsels of his love obey;
Nor let our hardened hearts renew
The sins and plagues that Israel knew.

4 Look back, my soul ! with holy dread,
And view those ancient rebels dead :
Attend the offered grace to-day

Nor lose the blessing by delay.

5 Seize the kind promise, while it waits,
And march to Zion's heavenly gates ;
Believe, — and take the promised rest ;
Obey, — and be for over blessed.

Isj,ac Walts, 1719.

.-* *t 1 • The Strivings of the Spirit. ( 582

1 Say, sinner ! hath a voice within

Oft whispered to thy secret soul,
Urged thee to Lave the ways of fin,
And yield thy heart to Gods control ?

2 Sinner ! it was a heavenly voice, —

It was the Spirit's gracious call ;
It bade thee make the better choice,
And haste to G ek in Christ thine all.

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Regard, in time, the warning kind ;
That call thou may'st not always slight,
And yet the gate of mercy find.

4 God's Spirit will not always strive

With hardened, self-destroying man ;
Ye, who persist his love to grieve,
May never hear his voice again.

5 Sinner ! perhaps, this very day,

Thy last accepted time may be ;
Oh ! should'st thou grieve him now away,
Then hope may never beam on thee.

Mrs. Ann B. Hyde, 1825.

6 \l >w • £»/(', the only accepted Time. ( 581. )

1 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 blessed the day !

How sweet the gospel's charming
sound 1
Come, sinners ! haste, Oh ! haste away,
While yet a pard'ning God he 's 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 In that lone land of deep despair,

No Sabbath's heavenly light shall rise ;
No God regard your bitter prayer,
Nor Saviour call you (o the skies.

Timothy Dwight, 1800.

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1 To-DAY

Now is the time to make your choice .
Bay, — will you to Mount Zion go?
Say, —will vou have this Christ, or no?

2 Ye wandering soul-, who find no rest !
S iy, — will you be lor ever blessed?
Will you be saved from sin and hell?
Will you with Christ in glory dwell?

3 Come now. dear youth ! for ruin bound,
Obey the gospel's joyful sound :
Come, go with us, and you shall prove
The j >ys of Christ's redeeming love.

4 Once more we ask you in his name. —
For yet his love remains the same, —
Say, -will you to Mount Zion go?
Say, — will you have this Christ, or no?

Anon., 1808, a.

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Tlic Waters of Life.

(586.)

"Ho! every one that thirsts! draw
nigh ! " —

T is God invites the fallen race ;
"Mercy and tree salvation buy,

Buy wine, and milk, and gospel grace.

'•Nothing ye in exchange shall give, —
Leave all you have and are behind ;

Frankly the sift ot God receive, —
Pardon and peace in Jesus find.

"Come to the living waters, come ,
Sinners ! obey your Maker's call ;

Return, ye weary wanderers ! home,
And find my grace is free for all."

Charles Wesley, 1740.

The Sinner entreated.
Return ! 0 wanderer ! return,

And seek an injured Father's face ;
Those warm desires that in thee burn,

Were kindled by reclaiming grace.

2 Return, 0 wanderer ! return,

He hears thy deep repentant sigh ;
He saw thy softened spirit mourn,
When no intruding ear was nigh.

3 Return ! O wande'rer ! return,

Thy Saviour bids thy spirit live ;
Go to his bleeding feet, and learn
How freely Jesus can forgive.

•i Return. O wande'rer ! return,

And wipe away the falling tear ;
'T is God, wdio says — "No longer
mourn ! "
'T is mercy's voice invites thee near.

William D. Collyer, 1812.

-. »JO. The Mercy of God in Chri.it. ( 583.)

1 Not to condemn the sons of men,

Did Christ, the Son of God appear ;
No weapons in his hands are seen,
No flaming sword, nor thunder there.

2 Snch was the pity of our God,

H ■ loved the race of man so well,
He sent his Son, to bear our load

Of sins, and save our souls from hell.

3 Sinners ! beli ,ve the Saviour's word.

Trust in his mighty nom<j and live;
A thousand joys his lips afford,

His hands a thousand blessings give.
Isaac Watts, 1709.

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Now begin the heavenly theme,
Sing aloud in Jesus' name ;
Ye, who Jesus' kindness prove !
Triumph in redeeming love.

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

3 Mourning souls ! dry up your tears ;
Banish all your guilty tears ;

See your guilt and curse remove, —
Canceled by redeeming love.

4 Ye, alas ! who long have been
Willing slaves of death and sin !
Now from bliss no longer rove,
Stop, and. taste redeeming love.

5 Welcome all, by sin oppressed, —
Welcome to his sacred rest !
Nothing brought him from above, —
Nothing but redeeming love.

6 Hither, then, your music bring ;
Strike aloud each joyful string ;
Mortals ! join the hosts above, — ■
Join to praise redeeming love.

Murt in Madan, (?) 1763.

/WtfCU Exposlulation. (

1 Sinners ! turn, why will you die ?
God, your Maker, asks you — Why ?
God. who did your being give,
Made you with himselt to live,—

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He the fatal cause demands,
Asks the work of his own hands, — •
Why, ye thankless creatures ! why
Will ye cross his love, and die ?

2 Sinners ! turn, why will you die ?
God, your Saviour, asks you — Why ?
God, who did your fouls retrieve,
Died himself, that you might live ;
Will you let him (lie in vain?
Crucify your Lord again ?

Why, ye ransomed sinners ! why
Will you slight his grace, and die?

3 Sinners ! turn, why will you die ?
God, the Spirit, asks you — why ?
God, who all your lives hath strove,
Wooed you to embrace his love :
Will you not the grace receive ?
Will you still refuse to live ?

Why, ye long-sought sinners ! why
Will you grieve your God, and die ?

Charles Wesley, 1756.

The Saviour's Call.

(595.)

299.

1 Come! ye weary sinners! come:

All, who groan beneath your load ;
Jesus calls his wanderers home ;

Hasten to your pardoning God :
Come, ye guilty souls oppressed !

Answer to the Saviour's call ;
"Come, and I will give you rest ;
Come, and I will save you all. "

Charles Wesley, 1742.

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1 Hearts of stone ! relent, relent ;

Break, by Jesus' cross subdued ;
See his body, mangled, rent,

Stained and covered with his blood !
Sinful soul ! what hast thou done ?
Crucified th' eternal Son !

2 Yes, thy sins have done the deed;

Driven the nails that fixed him there
Crowned with thorns his sacred head ;

Plunged into his side the spear ;
Mi ie his soul a sacrifice, —
"While for sinful man he dies.

3 Wilt thou 1-t him bleed in vain, —

Still to death thy Lord pursue ?
Opea all his wounds again,

And the shameful cross renew?
No : - with all my sins I '11 part,
Saviour ! take my broken heart.

(ler. . John Kroger, 1640
Tr., by Charles Wesley, 1745

301.

1

fjome and welcome.

1 From the cross uplifted high.
Where the Saviour deigns to die,
Wh;it melodious sounds I hear,
Bursting on my ravished ear ! —
"Love's redeeming work is done,-
Come and welcome, sinner ! come.

(GOO.)

2 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,

3 Soon the days of life shall end ;
Lo ! I come, your Saviour, Friend,
Safe your spirits to convey

To the realms of endless day,

Up to my eternal home ;

Come and welcome, sinner ! come ! "

Thomas Ilaweis, 1792.

*»V«« Looking to Jesus.

1 Ye that in his courts are found,
Listening to the joyful sound,
Lost and helpless as ye are,
Sons of sorrow, sin and care !
Glorify the King of kings,

Take the peace the gospel brings.

2 Turn to Christ your longing eyes,
View his bloody sacrifice,

See in him your sins forgiven,
Pardon, holiness ano1 heaven ;
Glorify the King of kings,
Take the peace the gospel brings.

Rowlarul Hill, 1774.

(601.)

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The Jubilee proclaimed. (591.)

1 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 ;
Heturn, ye ransomed sinners ! home.

2 Jesus, our great High Priest,

Hath full atonement made ;
Ye weary spirits ! rest,

Ye mournful souls ! be glad ;
The year of jubilee is come ;
Return, ye ransomed sinners \ home.

3 Ex'ol the Lamb of God,—

The all-atoning Lamb ;
Redemption in bis blood,

Throughout the world, proclaim ;
The year of jubilee is come ;
Return, ye ransomed sinners ! home.

4 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.

5 Ye, who have sold for naught

Your heritage above !
Shall have it back uubought,

The gift of Jesus' love ;
The year of jubilee is come ;
Return, ye ransomed sinners ! home.

(592.)

G The gospel trumpet hear,

The news of heavenly grace ;

And, saved from earth, appear
Before your Saviour's face ;

The year of jubdee is come ;

Return, ye ransomed sinners ! home.

Charles Wesley, 1755.

OUtc« Yet there is Room.

1 Ye dying sons of men,

Immerged in sin and woe!
The gospel's voice attend,

While Jesus sends to you ;
Ye perishing and guilty ! come ;
In Jesus' arms there yet is room.

2 No longer now delay,

Nor vain excuses frame :
He bids you come to-day,

Though poor, and blind, and lame ;
All things are ready, sinners ! come,
For every trembling soul there 's room.

3 Believe the heavenly word,

His messengers proclaim ;
He is a gracious Lord,

And faithful is his name ;
Backsliding souls ! return and come,
Cast off despair, there yet is room.

4 Compelled by bleeding love,

Ye wandering sheep ! draw near ;
Christ calls you from above,

His charming accents hear ;
Let whosoever will now come,
In mercy's arms there still is room.

James Boden, 1777.

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305.

1 The voice of free grace cries, — "Escape

to the mountain ;

For Adam's lost race, Christ hath opened
a fountain ;

For sin. and uncleanness, and every trans-
gression,

His blood flows most freely, in streams of
salvation. "
Hallelujah to the Lamb, who hath pur-
chased our pardon !
"We 11 praise him again, when we pass
over Jordan.

2 Ye souls that are wounded ! repair to the

Saviour ;
He calls you in mercy, 't is infinite favor ;
Your sins are increased as high as a

mountain,—
His blood can remove them, it flows from

the fountain.
Hallelujah, &c.

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antly glorious ;
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salvation !
Hallelujah, &c.

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victorious,

He reigns over all, and his kingdom is
glorious :

To Jesus, we '11 join with the great con-
gregation.

In triumph, ascribing to him our salva-
tion.
Halldujah, &c.

5 With joy shall we stand, when escaped

to the shore ;
With harps in our hands, we will praise

him the more ;
We '11 range the sweet plains on the banks

of the river,
And sing of salvation for ever and ever !
Hallelujah to the Lamb, who hath pur-
chased our pardon !
We '11 pr.iise him again, when we pass
over Jordan !

Richard Burdsall, 1806, a.

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1 0 thou, that hearest when sinners cry !
Though all my crimes before thee lie,
Behold them not with angry look,

But blot their mem'ry from thy book.

2 Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse to sin ;
Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart,
Nor hide thy jjresence from my heart.

3 I cannot live without thy light,

Cast out and banished lrom thy sight :
Thy holy joys, my God ! restore,
And guard me, that I fall no more.

4 Though I have grieved thy Spirit, Lord !
His help and comfort still afford ;

And let a wretch come near thy throne,
To plead the merits of thy Son.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

307.

Psalm 51.

(611.)

1 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 li"s humbled in the dust,
And owns thy dreadful sentence just ;
Look down. 0 Lord ! with pitying eye,
And save the soul condemned to die.

3 Then will I teach the world thy ways ;
Sinners shall learn thy sovereign grace
I '11 lead them to my Saviour's blood,
And they shall praise a pard'ning God.

4 Oh ! may thy love inspire my tongue !
Salvation shall be all my song ;
And all my powers shall join to bless
The Lord, my strength, and righteousness.
Isaac Watts, 1719.

»>Uo» Seeking Rest in Christ. ( 013.)

1 Oh ! that my load of sin were gone !

Oh, that I could at last submit !
At Jesus' feet to lay it down,- —
To lay my soul at Jesus' feet !

2 Best for my soul I long to find ;

Saviour of all ! if mine thou art,
Give me thy meek and lowly mind,
And stamp thine image on my heart.

3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin,

And fully set my spirit free ;
I cannot rest, till pure within,
Till I am wholly lost in thee.

4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God !

Thy light and easy burden prove, —
The cross, all stained with hallowed blood,
The labor of thy dying love.

5 I would, but thou must give the power ;

My heart from every sin release ;
Bring near, bring near tbe joyful hour,
And fill me with thy perfect peace !

G Come, Lord ! the drooping sinner cheer,
Nor let thy chariot wheels delay :
Appear, in my poor heart appear !
My God, my Saviour ! come away !

Charles Wesley, 174J.

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Oh ! for a glance of heavenly day,
To take this stubborn stone away,
And thaw, with beams of love divine,
This heart, this frozen heart, of mine !

(<»1G.) 3 Far off I stand with tearful eyes,
Nor dare uplift them to the skies ;
But thou dust all my anguish see ;
O God ! be merciiul to me !

2 The rocks can rend ; the earth can quake ;
The sea* can roar ; the mountains shake ;
Of feeling, all things show some sign,
Bat this unteeling heart of mine.

3 To h^ar the sorrows thou hast felt,
De\r Lord ! an adamant would melt ;
But I can read each moving line,
Aud nothing move this heart of mine.

4 Thy judgments, too, unmoved I hear, —
Amazing thought ! — which devils fear ;
Goodness and wrath in vain combine
To stir this stupid heart of mine.

5 But something yet can do the deed ;
And, Lord ! that something much I need;
Thy Spirit can from dross refine,

And move, and melt this heart of mine.
Joseph Hart, 1762.

0 1 U • The Prayer of the rrodigal. ( 617.)

1 With broken heart and contrite sigh,
A trembling sinner, Lord ! I cry ;
Thy pardoning grace is rich and free ;
O God ! be merciful to me !

2 I smite upon my troubled breast,

"With deep and conscious guilt oppressed;
Christ and his cro^s my ouly plea ;
O God ! be merciful to me !

4 Nor alms, nor deeds, that I have done,
Can for a single sin atone ;

To Calvary alone I flee ;
O God ! be merciful to me !

5 And when, redeemed from sin and hell,
With all the ransomed throng I dwell,
My raptured song shall ever be,

God has been merciful to me !

Cornelius Etven, 1852.

wll« The departing Spirit stayed. ( 615. )

1 Stay, thou insulted Spirit! stay,

Though I have done thee such despite ;
Nor cast the sinner quite away,
Nor take thine everlasting flight.

2 Though I have most unfaithful been

Of all who e'er thy grace received ;
Ten thousand times thy goodness seen,
Ten thousand times thy goodness
grieved ;

3 Yet, Oh ! the chief of sinners spare,

In honor of my great High Priest ;
Nor, in thy righteous anger, swear
T' exclude me from thy people's rest.

4 Now, Lord ! my weary soul release.

Upraise me with thy gracious hand ;
And guide into thy perfect peace,
And bring me to the promised land.

Charles Wesley, 1749.

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All-subduing Grace. (619.)

1 Oh ! that thou wouldst, the heavens rent,

In majesty come down ;
Stretch out thine arm omnipotent,
And seize me for thine own !

2 Descend, and let thy lightning burn

The stubble of thy foe :
My sins o'erturn, o'erturn, o'erturn,
And make the mountains flow.

3 Thou my impetuous spirit guide,

And curb my headstrong will ;
Thou only canst drive back the tide,
And bid the sun stand still.

4 "What, though I cannot break my chain,

Or e'er throw off my load ?
The things impossible to men
Are possible to God.

Charles Wesley, 1740.

313..

Pardoning Love.

1 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 I come?
My vile ingratitude I mourn ;
Oh ! 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?

(020.)

4 Almighty grace ! thy healing power,

How glorious, how divine !
That can, to life and bliss, restore
So vile a heart as mine !

5 Tny pard'ning love, so free, so sweet,

Dear Saviour ! I adore ;
Oh ! keep me at thy sacred feet,
And let me rove no more.

Anne Steele, 1760.

Contrition.

(621.)

314,

1 0 thou, whose tender mercy hears

Contrition's humble sigh ;
Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears
From sorrow's weeping eye !

2 See low before thy throne of grace,

A wretched wanderer mourn :
Hast thou not bid me seek thy face ?
Hast thou not said— ' ' Return ? "

3 And shall my guilty fears prevail

To drive me from thy feet ?
Oh ! let not this dear refuge fail,
This only safe retreat !

4 Absent from thee, my Guide ! my Light !

Without one cheering ray, [night,

Through dangers, fears, and gloomy
How desolate my way !

5 Oh ! shine on this benighted heart,

With beams of mercy shine !
And let thy healing voice impart
A taste of joy divine.

Anne Steele, 1760.

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1 Appkoach. 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 calle'st burdened souls to thee,
And such, O Lord ! am I.

3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin,

By Satan I orely rressed,
By war without and fears within,
I come to thee for rest.

4 Be thou my shield and h:'ding-place,

That, sheltered near thy side,
I may my here 3 accuser face,

And tell him- "Thou hast died."

5 Oh ! wondrous love, — to bleed and die,

To bear the cross and shame,
That guilty sinners, such as I,
Might plead thy gracious name !

John Newton, 1779.

316.

3 Thou wondrous Advocate with God !

I yieid myself to thee ;
While thou art sitting on thy throne,
Dear Lord ! remember me.

4 Loid! I am guilty— I am vile,

But thy salvation 's free ;
Then, in thine all abounding grace,
Dear Lord ! remember me.

5 And, when I close my eyes in death,

When creature-helps all flee,
Then, 0 my dear Redeemer God !
I pray, remember me.

Richard Burnham, 1783,

(624.)

The Friend of Sinners.

1 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 R'm mber thy pure word of grace,

Remember Calvary ;
Remember all thy dying groans,
And, then, remember me.

(628.)

»>17. Psalm 51.

1 O God of mercy ! hear my call,

My loads of guilt remove ;
Break down this separating wall,
That bars me from thy love.

2 Give me the presence of thy grace ;

Then my rejoicing tongue
Shall speak aloud thy righteousness,
And make thy praise my song.

3 No blood of goats, nor heifer slain,

For sin could e'er atone :
The death of Christ shall still remain
Sufficient and alone.

4 A soul, oppressed with sin's desert,
My God will ne'er despise ;
An humble groan, a broken heart,
Is our best sacrifice.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

114r RECONCILIATION.

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George Kirby,

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1 Peostbate, dear Jesus ! at thy feet,

A guilty rebel lies ;
And upwards, to thy mercy-seat,
Presumes to lift his eyes.

2 Oh ! let not justice frown me hence ;

Stay, stay the vengeful storm ;
Forbid it, that Omnipotence
Should crush a feeble worm.

3 If tears of sorrow would suffice

To pay the debt I owe,
Tears should, lrom both my weeping eyes,
In ceaseless torrents flow.

4 But no such sacrifice I plead

To expiate my guilt ;
No tears, but those which thou hast shed,
No blood, but thou hast spilt.

5 Think of thy sorrows, dearest Lord !

And all my sins forgive ;
Justice will well approve the word,
That bids the sinner live.

Samuel Slennett, 1787.

0 1 *3 • The heavenly Guest. ( (125.)

1 And will the Lord thus condescend

To visit sinful worms?
Thus at the door shall mercy stand,
In all her winning forms?

2 Shall Jesus lor admission sue,

His charming voice unheard ?
And this vile heart, his rightful due,
llemain for ever barred ?

3 'T is sin, alas ! with tyrant power,

The lodging has possessed ;
And crowds of traitors bar the door,
Against the heavenly guest.

4 Lord ! rise in thine all-conquering grace,

Thy mighty power display ;
One beam of glory from thy face
Can drive my foes away.

5 Ye dangerous inmates ! hence depart ;

Dear Saviour ! enter in,
And guard the passage to my heart,
And keep out every sin.

Anne Steele, 1760.

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** w \j* Inconstancy deplored.

1 With tears of anguish I lament,

Here at thy feet, my God !
My passion, pride, and discontent,
And viL ingratitude.

2 Sura there was ne'er a heart so base,

So false, as mine has been —
So faithless to its promises,
So prone to every sin ?

3 How long, dear Saviour ! shall I feel

These struggles in my breast ?
When wilt thou bow my stubborn will,
And give my conscience rest ?

4 Break, sovereign prace ! Oh ! break the

And set the captive free ; [charm,

Reveal, almighty God ! thine arm,
And haste to rescue me.

Samuel Stennetl, 1787.

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1 Lord ! I hear of showers of blessing,

Thou art scattering full and free ;
Showers, the thirsty land refreshing ;

Let some droppings fall on me, —
Even me, — even me !
Let some droppings fall on me.

2 Pass me not, 0 gracious Father !

Sinful though my heart may be ;
Thou might'st curse me, but the rather

Let thy mercy light on me, —
Even me, &c.

3 Pass me not, 0 tender Saviour !

Let me love and cling to thee ;
I am longing for thy favor ;

When thou comest, call for me, —
Even me, &c.

4 Pass me not, 0 mighty Spirit !

Thou canst make the blind to see ;
Witnesser of Jesus' merit,

Sp iik the wrord of power to me, —
Even me, &c.

5 Have I long in sin been sleeping,

Long been slighting, grieving thee?
Has the world my heart been keeping?

Oh ! forgive and rescue me, —
Even me, &c.

6 Love of God, so pure and changeless, —

Blood of God, so rich and free, —
Grace of God, so strrng and boundless,

Magnify them all in me, —
Even me, &c.

(636.) ! 7 Pass me not, this lost one bringing.

Satan's slave thy child shall be,

All my heart to thee is springing ;

Blessing others, Oh ! bless me, —
Even me, &c.

Elizabeth Codner, 1860.

322

Self-Consecration. (637.)

1 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.

2 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 !

3 Fruitless years with grief recalling,

Humbly I confess my sin ;
At thy feet, 0 Father! falling,
To thy household take me in.

4 Freely now to thee I proffer

This relenting heart of mine ;
Freely, life and soul I offer —
Gift unworthy love like thine.

5 Once the world's Redeemer dying

Bore our sins upon the tree ;
On that sacrifice relying,

Now I look in hope to thee.
G Father ! take me ; all forgiving,

Fold me to thy loving breast ;
In thy love for ever living,

I must be for ever blest !

Ray Palmer, 1865.

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0 rW O • y/)e penitential Plea.

1 Saviour ! when, in dust, to thee
Low we bow th' adoring knee ;
When, repentant, to the skies
Scarce we lift our weeping eyes ;
Oh ! by all thy pains and woe
Suffered once for man below,
Bending from thy throne on high,
Hear our solemn Litany !

2 By thy helpless infant years,
By thy life of want and tears,
By thy days of sore distress
In the savage wilderness ;

By the dread mysterious hour
Of th' insulting tempter's power,
Turn, Oh ! turn a favoring eye ;
Hear our solemn Litany !

3 By thine hour of dire despair ;
By thine a_;6ny of prayer ;

By the cross, the nail, the thorn,
Piercing spear, and torturing scorn
By the gloom that veiled the skies
O'er the dreadful sacrifice ;
Listen to our humble cry,
Hear our solemn Litany !

(631.)

4 By thy deep expiring groan ;
By the sad sepulchral stone ;
By the vault, whose dark abode
Held in vain the rising God :
Oh ! from earth to heaven restored,
Mighty re-ascended Lord !
Listen, listen to the cry
Of our solemn Litany !

Robert Grant, 1815.

324.

Deep Contrition.

1 Sovereign Ruler, Lord of all !
Prostrate at thy feet I fall ;
Hear, Oh ! hear my ardent cry.
Frown not, lest I faint and die :
Vilest of the sons of men, —
Worst of rebels I have been ;
Oft abused thee to thy face,
Trampled on thy richest grace.

2 Justly might thy vengeful dart
Pierce this broken, bleeding heart ;
Justly might thy kindled ire
Blast me in eternal tire :

But with thee there 's mercy found,
Balm to heal my every wound ■
Thou canst soothe the .troubled breast,
Give the weary wanderer rest.

Thomas Raffles, 1812

(632.)

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• ) - • ) . T//e C*fr/ «/ Sinners. ( 633.)

1 Depth of mercy, can there be
Mercy still reserved for me ?
Can my God his wrath forbear ?
Me, the chief of sinners, spare?

2 I have long withstood his grace,
Long provoked him to his lace ;
Would not hearken to his calls ;
Grieved him by a thousand falls.

3 Kindled his relentings are ;
Me he now delights to spare ;

Cries, —li How shall I give thee up ? " —
Lets the lifted thunder drop.

4 There for me the Saviour stands ;
Shows his wounds, and spreads his hands;
God is love ; I know, I feel ;

Jesus weeps, and loves me still.

5 Jesus ! an ^wer from above ;
Is not all thy nature love ?
Bow thine ear, in mercy bow,
Pardon and accept me now.

6 Now incline me to repent;
Let me now my fall lament ;
Now my foul revolt deplore ;
"Weep, believe, and sin no more.

Charles Wesley, 1740.

326.

Pleading with Jrsus.

1 Thou, who didst on Calvary bleed !
Thou, who dost for sinners plead !
Help me in my time of need,
Jesus, Saviour ! hear my cry.

(684.)

2 In my darkness and my grief,
With my heart of unbelief,

I, who am of sinners chief,
Jesus ! lift to thee mine eye.

3 Foes without and fears within,
With no plea thy grace to win,
But that thou canst save from sin,

Jesus ! to thy cross I fly.

4 There on thee I cast my care,
There to thee I raise my prayer,
Jesus ! save me from despair,

Save me, save me, or I die.

5 When the storms of trial lower,
When I feel temptation's power,
In the last and darkest hour,

Jesus, Saviour ! be thou nigh.

James Drummond Burns,

(635.)

0 U 4 • God's Help entreated.

1 O thou God, who heare'st prayer,
Every hour, and every where !
Listen to my feeble breath,
Now I touch the gates of death ;
For his sake whose blood I plead,
Hear me in the hour of need.

Hear and save me, gracious Lord !
For my trust is in thy word ;
Wash me from the stain of sin,
That thy peace may role within ;
May I know myself thy child,
Kansomed, pardoned, reconciled.

Josiah Conder, 1836.

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1 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 among them now,
Before thy gracious feet 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 Prevent, prevent it by thy grc-.ce ;

Be thou, dear Lord ! my hiding-place,

In this th' accepted day ;
Thy pardoning voice, Oh ! let me hear,
To still my unbelieving fear,

Nor let me fall, I pray.

4 Among thy saints let me be found,
Whene'er th' archangel's trump shall

To see thy smiling face ; [sound,

Then loudest of the throng 1*11 sing,
While heaven's resounding mansions ring
With shouts of sovereign grace.

Selina Shirley, 1772, a.
t> /w *J o The Surrender of the Heart. ( (541.)

1 Lord! thou ha t won ; at length I yield ;
My heart, by mighty grace compelled,

Surrenders ail to thee :
Against thy tenors long I strove ;
But who can stand against thy love ?
Love conquers even me.

Now, Lord ! I would be thine alone ;
Come, take possession of thine own,

For thou hast set me free ;
Released from Satan's hard command,
See all my powers waiting stand,

To be employed by thee.

John Newton, 1779.

<J*J\J» Christ, the only Refuge. ((>42.)

1 O thou, that hear'st the prayer of faith !
Wilt thou not save a soul from death,

That casts itself on thee?
I have no refuge of my own,
But fly to what my Lord hath done,

And suffered once for me.

2 Slain in the guilty sinner's stead,
His spotless righteousness I plead,

And his availing blood ;
Thy merit, Lord ! my robe shall be ;
Thy merit shall atone for me,

And bring me near to God.

3 Then snatch me from eternal death,
The Spirit of adoption breathe,

His consolation send ;
By him some word of life impart,
And sweetly whisper to my heart,

' ' Thy Maker is thy Friend. "

4 The king of terrors then would be
A welcome messenger to me.

That bids me come away ;
Uncloeged by earth, or earthly tilings,
I 'd mount upon his sable wings,

To everlasting day.

Augustus M. Toplady, 1776.

PARDON SOUGHT

119

GANGES.

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0 O 1 • 77ie j5ri«t of Eternity.

1 Lo ! on a narrow n^ck of land,
'Twixt two unbounded seas, I stand,

Secure, insensible ;
A point of time, a moment's space,
Removes me to that heavenly place,

Or shuts me up in hell.

2 O God ! mine inmost soul convert,
And deeply, on my thoughtful heart,

Eternal things impress :
Give me to feel their solemn weight,
And tremble on the brink of fate,

And wake to righteousness.

3 Before me place, in dread array,
Th 3 pomp of that tremendous day,

Wnen thou, with clouds, shall come
To judge the nations at thy bar ;
And tell me, Lord ! shall I be there

To meet a joyful doom !

4. Be this my one great business here, —
With serious industry and fear,

Eternal bliss t' ensure ;
Thine utmost counsel to fulfill,
And suffer all thy righteous will,

And to the end endure.

5 Then, Saviour ! then my soul receive,
Transported from this vale to live,

And reign with the ! above ;
Where faith is sweetly lost iu sight,
And hop?, in full, supreme delight,
And everlasting love.

Cftarhs Wesley, 1749.

33

The New-Birth. ( 644.)

1 Awaked by Sinai's awful sound,
My soul in bonds of guilt I found,

And knew not where to go ;
Eternal truth did loud proclaim,
"The sinner must be born again,"

Or sink to endless woe.

2 When to the law I trembling fled,
It poured its curses on my head,

I no relief could find ;
This fearful truth increased my pain,
"The sinner must be born again,"

And whelmed my tortured mind.

3 Again did Sinai's thunders roll,
And guilt lay heavy on my soul,

A vast oppressive load :
Alas . I read and saw it plain,
" The sinner must be born again,"

Or drink the wrath of God.

i The saints I heard with rapture tell,
How Jesus conquered death and hell,

And broke the fowler's snare ;
Yet, when I found this truth remain,
" The sinner must be born again,"

I sunk in deep dispair.

3 But while I thus in anguish lay,
The gracious Saviour passed this way,

And felt his pity move ;
The sinner, by his justice slain,
Now by his grace is born again,
And sings redeeming love.

Samson Ockum, 17C0.
Altered by Asahel Xettleton, 1825.

120

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0 O O . We Wind Man healed.

1 " Mercy, 0 thou Son of David !"

Thus the blind Bartimeus prayed ;
" Others by thy word are saved,
"Now to me afford thine aid."

2 Many for his crying chid him,

But he called the louder still ;
Tdl the gracious Saviour bid him,—
" Come, and ask me what you will."

3 Money was not what he wanted,

Though by begging used to live ;
But he asked, and Jesus granted,
Alms which none but he could give :

4 "Lord ! remove this grievous blindness,

"Let mine eyes behold the day!"
Straight he saw, and, won by kindness,
Followed Jesus in the way.

5 Oh ! methinks. I hear him praising,

Publishing to all around,
" Friends ! is not my case amazing ?
' • What a Saviour I have found !

6 "Oh ! that all the blind but knew him,

" And would be advised by me !
' ' Surely would they hasten to him,
"He would cause them all to see."

John Newton, 1770.

I'M

*'"'*• Looking to the Cross. ( 040. )

1 Sweet the moments, lich in blessing,

Which before the cross I spend,
Life, and health, and f>eace possessing,

From the sinner sj dying Friend !

2 Here I '11 sit, for ever viewing

Mercy's streams in streams of blood :
Precious drops ! my soul bedewing,
Plead, and claim my peace, with God.

3 Truly blessed is this station,

Low before his cross to lie,

While I see divine compassion

Floating in his languid eye.

4 Here it is I find my heaven,

While upon the Lamb I gaze ,
Love I much ?— I 've much forgiven, —
I 'm a miracle of grace.

5 Love and grief my heart dividing,

With my tears his feet I '11 bathe ;
Constant still in faith abiding, —
Life deriving from his death.

James Allen, 1757.
Altered, by Walter Shirley, 1776.

0 O O • The Surrender. ( 047. )

1 Welcome, welcome, dear Redeemer '

Welcome to this heart of mine ;
Lord ! I make a full surrender,

Every power and thought be thine ;

Thine entirely, —
Through eternal ages thine.

2 Known to all lo be thy mansion,

Earth and hell will disappear ;
Or in vain attempt possession,

When they fin I the Lord is near : —

Shout, O Zion !
Shout, ye saints ! the Lord is here.

W M , 1794.

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Forsaking All for Christ.

Jesus ! I my cross have taken,

All to leave, and follow thee ;
Destitute, despised, forsaken,

Thou, from hence, my all shalt be ;
Perish every fond ambition,

All 1 've sought, and hoped, and known !
Yet how rich is my condition !

God and heaven are still my own.

2 Let the world despise an 1 leave me ;

They have left my Saviour, too ;
Hum>.n hearts and looks deceive me ;

Thou art not. like man, untrue ;
And, while thou shalt smile upon me,

God of wisdom, love, and might !
Foes may hate, and friends may sLun me;

Show thy face, and all is bright.

3 Go, than, earthly iame and treasure !

Come, disaster, scorn, and pain !
In thy service, pain i ; pleasure,

With thy favor, loss is gain :
I have call d thee, —"Abba Father !

I have stayed my heart on thee :
Storms may howl, and clouds may gather,

All must work for good to me.

4 Man m ay trouble and distress me ;

'T wdl but drive me to thy breast ;
Life with trials hard may press me,
Heaven will bring me sweeter rest :

fond ambition, All I 've sought, and hoped, ami known !

Oh ! 't is not in grief to harm me ;

While thy love is left to me ;
Oh ! 't were not in joy to charm me,

Were that joy unmixed with thee.

Henry Francis Lyle, 1829.

0 O # • Much forgiven.

1 Hail ! my ever blesse'd Jesus !

Only thee I wish to sing ;
To my soul, thy name is precious,

Thou, my Prophet, Priest, and King
Oh ! what mercy flows from heaven !

Oh ! what joy and happiness !
Love I much ? I 've much forgiven ;

I'm a miracle of grace.

(649.)

Once with Adam's race in ruin,

Unconcerned in sin I lay ;
Swift destruction still pursuing,

Till my Saviour passed by :
Witness, all ye host of heaven !

My Redeemer's tenderness ;
Love I much ? I 've much forgiven ;

I 'm a miracle of grace.

Shout, ye bright angelic choir !

Praise the Lamb enthroned above ;
Whilst, astonished, I admire

God's free grace, and boundless love :
That blest moment, I received him,

Filled my soul with joy and peace :
Love I much ? I 've much forgiven ;

I 'm a miracle of grace.

John Wingrove, 1806.

122

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0 O O • Resignation to Clt rist.

1 And can I yet delay

My little all to give ?
To tear my soul irom earth away,
For Jesus to receive ?

2 Nay, but I yield, I yield,

I can hold out no more ;
I sink, by dying love compelled,
And own thee, Conqueror !

3 Though late, I ail forsake ;

My friends, my all resign :
Gracious Redeemer ! take, Oh ! 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.

5 My one desire be this,

Thine only love to know ;
To seek and taste no other bliss,
No other good below.

6 My Life, my Portion thou !

Thou all-sufficient art ;
My Hope, my heavenly Treasure ! now
Enter and keep my heart.

Charles Wesley, 1740.

339.

Submission to Christ.

1 Jesus ! I come to thee,

A sinner doomed to die ;
My only refuge is thy cross, -
Here at thy feet I lie.

(356.)

2 Can mercy reach my case,

And all my sins remove ?
Break, O my God ! this heart of stone,
And melt it by thy love.

3 Too long my soul has gone,

Far from my God, astray ;
I :ve sported on the brink of helL
In sin's delusive way.

4 But, Lord! my heart is fixed, —

I hope in thee alone ;
Break off the chains of sin and death,
And bind me to thy throne.

5 Thy blood can cleanse my heart,

Tby hand can wipe my tears ;—
Oh ! send thy blessed Spirit down,
To banish all my fears.

Nathan S. S. Beman, 1832.

Psalm 32.

(667.)

340.

Oh ! blessed souls are they,
Whose sins are covered o'er ; —

Divinely blessed, to whom the Lord
Imputes their guilt no more.

They mourn their follies past,
And keep their hearts with care ;

Their lips and lives, without deceit,
Shall prove their faith sincere.

While I concealed my guilt,

I felt the festering wound ;
Till I confessed my sins to thee,

And ready pardon found.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

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1 Now I have found a Friend ;

Jesus is mine ; —
His love shall never end ;

Jesus is mine :
Though earthly joys decrease,
Though earthly friendships cease,
Now I have lasting peace ;

Jesus is mine.

2 Though I grow poor and old,

Jesus is mine ;
Though I grow faint and cold,

Jesu-; is mine :
He sh:dl my wants supply ;
His preciou i blood is nigh,
Naught can my hope destroy ;

Jesus i j mine.

3 When earth shall pass away, —

Jesus is mine, —
In the great judgment day, —

Jesus is mine, —
Oh ! what a glorious thing,
Then to behold my King,
On tuneful harp to sing,

Jesus i a mine.

4 Father ! thy name I bless ;

Jesus is mine ;
Thine was the sovereign grace ;

Praise shall be thine ;
Spirit of holiness !
Sealing the Fathers grace,
Thou mad'st my soul embrace

Jesus, as mine.

Henry Hope, 1852.

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O "± n* • Parting with the World.

1 Pass away, earthly joy ! — ■

Jesus is mine !
Break every mortal tie ;

Jesus is mine :
JDark is the wilderness ;
Distant the resting-place ;
Jesus alone can bless ;

Jesus is mine.

2 Tempt not my soul away ;

Jesus is mine :
Here would I ever stay ;

Jesus is mine :
Perishing things of clay,
Born but for one brief day !
Pass from my heait away,

Jesus is mine.

3 Farewell, ye dreams of night !

Jesus is mine :
Mine is a dawning bright,

Jesus is mine :
All, that my soul has tried,
Left but a dismal void ;
Jesus has satisfied ;

Jesus is mine.

4 Farewell, mortality !

Jesus is mine :
Welcome, eternity!

Jesus is mine :
Welcome, ye scenes of rest !
Welcome, ye mansions blest !
Welcome, a Saviour's breast ;

Jesus is mine.

Mrs. Horatio Bonar, 1845.

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Odbd« Parting with carnal Joys.

1 I send the joys of earth away ;

Away, ye tempters of the mind !
False as the smooth, deceitful sea,
And empty as the whistling wind.

2 Your streams were floating me along,

Down to the gulf of black despair :
And, whilst I listened to your song,

Your streams had e'en conveyed me
there.

3 Lord ! I adore thy matchless grace,

That warned me of that dark abyss,
That drew me from those treacherous seas,
And bade me seek superior bliss.

4 Now, to the shining realms above, [eyes ;

I stretch my hands, and glance mine
Oh ! for the pinions of a dove,
To bear me to the upper skies.

5 There, from the bosom of my God,

Oceans of endless pleasure roll ;
There would I fix my last abode,
And drown the sorrows of my soul.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

04:4, Renouncing All for Christ. (668.)

1 Come, Saviour, Jesus ! from above ;

Assist me with thy heavenly grace ;
Empty my heart of earthly love.
And for thyself prepare the place.

2 Oh ! let thy sacred presence fill,

And set my longing spirit free,
"Which pants to have no other will,
But day and night to feast on thee.

whist-ling wind.

3 That path, with humble speed, I '11 seek,

In which my Saviour's footsteps shine ;
Nor will I hear, nor will I speak,
Of any other love but thine.

4 Henceforth may no profane delight

Divide this consecrated soul ;
Possess it thou, who hast the right,
As Lord and Master of the whole.

5 Nothing on earth do I desire,

But thy pure love within my breast ;
This, only this, will I require,
And freely give up all the rest.

From the French, John Wesley, 1739.

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^Ttl. Entire Consecration. (669.)

1 Now I resolve, with all my heart,

With all my powers, to serve the Lord ;
Nor from his precepts e'er depart,
"Whose service is a rich reward.

2 Oh ! be his service all my joy ! —

Around let my example shine,
Till others love the blest employ,
And join in labors so divine.

3 Be this the purpose of my soul,

My solemn, my determined choice,
To yield to his supreme control,

And, in his kind commands, rejoice.

■k Oh! may I never faint nor tire,

Nor wandering leave liis sacred ways ;
Great God ! accept my soul's desire,
And give me strength to live thy praise.
Amu Steele, 1760.

AVOODWORTH.

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Just as 1 am. (670.)

1 Just as I am, without one plea,
But that thy blood was shed for me,
And that thou bid'st me come to thee,

O Lamb of God ! I come — 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,
0 Lamb of God ! I come — I come !

3 Just as I am, though tossed about
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
Fighting ■; and fears within, without.

O Lamb of God ! I come — I come !

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 !

G Just as I am ; thy love unknown
Has broken every barrier down ;
Now, to be thine, yea, thine alone,
0 Lamb of God ! I come, I come !

Charlotte Elliott, 1836.

• • Christ and his Righteousness. ( 671.-,

1 No more, my God ! I boast no more,
Of all the duties I have done ;
I quit the hopes I held before,
To trust the merits of thy Son.

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2 Now, for the love I bear his name,

What was my gain, I count but loss ;
My former pride I call my shame,
And nail my glory to his cross.

3 Yes, and I must, and will, esteem

All things but loss for Jesus' sake ;
Oh ! may my soul be found in him,
And of his righteousness partake.

4 The best obedience of my hands

Dares not appear before thy throne ;
But faith can answer thy demands,
By pleading what my Lord has done.
Isaac Watts, 1709.

(672.,

o4o. The Convert.

1 Fab from thy fold. 0 God ! my feet

Once moved m error's devious maze ;
Nor found religious duties sweet,

Nor sought thy face, nor loved thy ways.

2 With tenderest vo:"ce thou bad'st me flee

The paths which thou couldst ne'er ap-
And gently drew my soul to thee, [prove;
With cords of sweet eternal love.

3 Now to thy footstool. Lord ! I fly,

And low in self-abasement fall ;
A vile, a helpless worm, I lie.

And thou, my God ! art all in all.

•i Dearer— far dearer- to my heart,

Than all the joys that earth can give ;
From fame , from wealth, from friends I "d
Beneath thy countenance to live, [part,
Eleanor Tatlock, 1798.

126

RECONCILIATION,

ILLINOIS.

L. M.

Jonathan Spilman, 1835.

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1 Jesus, my All, to heaven is gone,
He whom I fix my hopes upon ;
His track I see, and I 11 pursue
The narrow way, till hiai I view.

2 The way the holy prophets went,
The road that leads from banishment,
The King's highway of holiness,

I '11 go ; for all his paths are peace.

3 This is the way I long have sought,
And mourned because I found it not ;
My grief, my burden long has been,
Because I could not cease from sin.

4 The more I strove against its power,
I sinned and stumbled but the more ;
Till late I heard my Saviour Kay,
"Come hither, soul ! I am the way."

5 Lo ! glad I come ! and thou, blest Lamb !
Shalt take me to thee as I am ;
Nothing but siu I thee can give ;
Nothing but love shall I receive.

6 Then will I tell, to sinners round,
What a dear Saviour I have found ;
I '11 point to thy redeeming blood.
And say— Behold the way to God!

Joint Cennick, 1743, a.

(674.)

(SOU • The Voice, of Mercy.

1 I hear a voice that conies from far ;
From Calvary it sounds abroad :
It soothes my soul, and calms my fear ;
It speaks of pardon bought with blood.

2 And is it true, that many fly

The sound that bids my soul rejoice ;
And rather choose with fools to die,
Than turn an ear to mercy's voice ?

3 Alas for those ! — the day is near,

When mercy will be heard no more ;
Then will they ask in vain to hear

The voice, they would not hear before.

4 With such, I own, I once appeared,

But now I know how great their loss ;
For sweeter sounds were never heard,
Than mercy utters from the cross.

5 But let me not forget to own,

That, if I differ aught from those,
'T is due to sovereign grace alone,
That oft selects its proudest foes.

Thomas Kelly, 1809.

Owl* Joy in Heaven for a repenting Sinner. (675.)

1 Who can describe the joys that rise,
Through all the courts of paradise,
To see a prodigal return,

To see an heir of glory born ?

2 With joy the Father doth approve
The fruit of his eternal love ;

The Son with joy looks down, and sees
The purchase of his agonies.

3 The Spirit takes delight to view
The holy soul he formed anew ;
And saints and angels join to sing
The growing empire of their King.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

PARDON FOUND.

127

VALENTIA. (FLORENCE.)

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Maximilian Eberwekt, 1775-1831.
Adapted by George Kingsley, 1853.

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«>^» The Grace of Faith. (676.)

1 Oh ! gift of gilts ! Oh ! grace of faith !

My God ! how can it be
' That thou, who hast discerning love,
Shoaldst give that gift to me?

2 How many hearts thou mightst have had

More innocent than mine !
How many souls more wor;hy far
Of that sweet touch of thine !

3 Ah ! grace ! into unlikeliest hearts

It is thy boast to come,
The glory of thy light to find
In darkest spots a home.

4 The crowd of cares, the weightiest cross,

Seem trifles less than light ;
Earth looks so Httle, and so low,
When fait a shiues full and bright.

5 Oh ! happy, happy that I am !

If thou canst be, O faith !
The treasure, that thou art in life,
What wilt thou be in death ?

6 Thy choice, O God of goodness ! then

I lovingly adore :
On ! give me grace to keep tby grace,
And grace t' inherit more.

Frederick Wm. Faber, 1848.

353.

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me?

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(677.)

1 Amazing grace ! how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me ;
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.

I I I :

2 T was grace that taught my heart to fear,

And grace my fears relieved ;
How precious did that grace appear,
The hour I first believed !

3 Through many dangers, toils and snares,

I have already come ;
'T is grace has brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.

4 Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail,

And mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess, within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.

5 The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,

The sun forbear to shine ;
But God, who called me here below,
Will be for ever mine.

John Newton, 1779.

O04r. Self-Denial for CltrisL

1 And must I part with all I have,

My dearest Lord ! for thee ?
It is but right, since thou hast done
Much more than this for me.

2 Yes, let it go ; one look from thee

Will more than make amends
For all the losses, I sustain,
Of credit, riches, friends.

3 Ten thousand worlds, tea thousand lives,

How worthless thej' appear.
Compared with thee, supremely good,
Divinely bright and fair !

Benjamin Beddome, 1787.

(678.)

128

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OOO. Not ashamed of Christ. (5S2.)

1 I'm riot ashamed to own my Lord,

Or to defend his cause.
Maintain the honor of his word,
The glory of his cross.

2 Jesus, my God ! — 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 a ; his throne his promise stands,

And be 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 my soul a place.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

OOO. Psalm 126. (GS3.)

1 "When God revealed his gracious name,

And changed my mournful state,
Mv rapture seemed a pleasing dream,
The grace appeared so great.

2 The world beheld the glorious change,

And did thy hand confess ;
My tongue broke out in unknown strains,
And sung surprising grace.

3 "Great is the work!" — my neighbors

And owned the power divine ; [cried,

" Great is the work ! " — my heart rc-

" And be the glory thine." [plied, —

4 The Lord can clear the darkest skies,

Can give us day for night ;
Make drops of sacred sorrow rise
To rivers of delight.

5 Let those, that sow in sadness, wait

Till the fair harvest come ;
They shall confess their sheaves are great,
And shout the blessings home.

6 Though seed lie buried long in dust,

It sha'n't deceive their hope ;
The precious grain can ne'er be lost,
For grace insures the crop.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

0 ?> I • j„y over the Penitent. ( 684.)

1 Oh ! how divine, how sweet the joy,

When but one sinner turns,
And, with an 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.

3 Well-pleased, the Father sees, and hears

Th^ conscious sinner's moan ;
Jesus receives him in his arms,
And claims him for his own.

4 Nor angels can their joys contain,

But kindle with new fire :
" The sinner lost is found !" they sing,
And strike the sounding lyre.

John Necdham, 1768, a.

BETHLEHEM.

PARDON FOUND
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129

Spencer Madam, d. 1813.

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«5 UO • Tfte i?ofc<> o/ Righteousnm. ( 68S. )

1 A w.iKE, my heart ! arise, my tongue !

Prepare a tuneful voice ;
In God, the life of all my joys,
Aloud will I rejoice.

2 'T is he adorned my naked soul,

And made salvation mine ;

Upon a poor polluted worm,

He makes his graces shine.

3 And, lest the shadow of a spot

Should on my soul be found,
He took the robe the Saviour wrought,
And cast it all around.

4 How far the heavenly robe exceeds

What earthly princes wear !
These ornaments, how bright they shine !
How white the garments are !

5 Strangely, my soul ! art thou arrayed

By the great sacred Three !
In sweetest harmony of praise,
Let all thy powers agree.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

f> »> » J • Redemption and Protection. ( 689. )

1 Akise. my scul ! my joyful powers !

And triumph in my God :
Awake my voice ! and loud proclaim
His glorious grace abroad.

2 He raised me from the deeps of sin,

The gates of gaping hell ;
And fixed my standing more secure,
Than 't was before I fell.

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3 The arms of everlasting love.

Beneath my soul he placed ;
And on the rock of ages set
My slippery footsteps fast.

4 The city of my blessed abode

Is walled around with grace ;
Salvation for a bulwark stands,
To shield the sacred place.

5 Arise, my soul ! awake, my voice !

And tunes of pleasure sing ;
Loud hallelujahs shall address
My Saviour and my King.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

0 OU • The Pearl of great Price. ( 090. )

1 Ye glittering toys of earth ! adieu ;

A nobler choice be mine ;
A real prize attracts my view,
A treasure all divine.

2 Begone, unworthy of my cares,

Ye flattering baits of sense !
Inestimable worth appears, —
The pearl of price immense.

3 Jesus, to multitudes unknown, —

Oh ! name, divinely sweet !—
Jesus ! in thee, in thee alone,
Wealth, honor, pleasure meet.

4 Should earth's vain treasures all depart,

Of this dear gift possessed,
I 'd clasp it to my joyful heart,
And be for ever blessed.

Anne Steele, 1760.

130

BETHESDA.

R E CO NCILIATION
H. M.

Maurice Greene, d. 1755.

f Come, my fond fluttermg heart I Come, struggle to be free; i

{ Tliou and tho world must part, How - cv - cr hard it be :

O') 1 • Renouncing the World.

1 Come, my fond fluttering heart !

Come, struggle to be lice;
Thou and the world must part,

However hard it be :
My trembling spirit owns it jusf,
But cleaves yet closer to the dust.

2 Ye tempting sweets ! forbear;

Ye dearest idols ! fall;
My love ye must not share,

Jesus shall have it all :
' T is bitter pain, — 't is cruel smart,—
But, Oh ! thou must consent, my heart !

3 Ye fair enchanting throng !

Ye goldei dreams ! farawell !
Earth has prevailed too long,

And now I break the spell :
Farewell, ye joys of early years ! —
Jesus ! forgive these parting tears.

4 In Gilead there is balm,

A kind Physician there,
My levered mind to calm,

To bid me not despair:
Dear Saviou ■ ! help me, set me free,,
And I will all resign to thee.

5 Oh ! may I feel thy worth,

And let no idol dare, —
No vanity of earth,

With thee, my Lord ! compare:
Now bid all worldly joys depart,
And reign supremely in my heart.

Jane Taylor, 1812, a.

(C0£.)

Arise, my soul ! arise ;

Shake off thy guilty fears ;
The bleeding Sacrifice

In my behalf appears:
Before the throne my Surety stands,
My name is written on his hands.

2 He ever lives above,

For me to intercede;
His all-redeeming love,

His precious blood, to plead;
His blood atoned for all our race,
And sprinkles now the throne of grace.

3 Five bleeding wounds he bears,

Received on Calvary;
They pour effectual prayers,

They strongly plead for me:
"Forgive liim, Oh ! forgive," they cry,
"Nor let that ransom 'd sinner die."

4 The Father hears him pray,

His dear anointed One:
He cannot turn away

The presencs of his Son:
His Spirit answers to the blood,
And tells me, I am born of God.

5 My God is reconciled;

His pardoning voice I hear:
He owns me for bij child;

I can no longer fear:
With confidence I now draw nigh,
And "Father, Abba, Father !" cry.

Charles Wesley, 1742.

THE LORD'S SUPPER
ROCK OF AGES. (TOPLADY.) 7s. 6 links.

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TkOMU Hastings, 1830.

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2V*c .RacI- of Ages. (697.)

1 Bock of ages, cleft for me !
Let me hide myself in thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From thy riven side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure ;
Cleanse me from its guilt and power.

2 Not the labors of my hands
Can fulfill the law's demands ;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears for ever flow,
All for sin could not atone ;
Thou must save, and thou alone.

3 Nothing in my hand I bring ;
Simply to thy cro^s 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 Whilst I draw this fleeting breath,
When my eye-lids close in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See thee on thy judgment throne,
Eock of ages, cleft for me !

Let me hide myself in thee.

Aug"*' tu M. Toplady, 1776.

Ever may my soul be fed
With this true and living Bread ;
Day by day, with strength supplied,
Through the life of him who died.

2 Vine of heaven ! thy blood supplies
This blest cup of sacrifice ;
'T is thy wounds my healing give ;
To thy cross I look, and live ;
Thou, my Life ! Oh ! let me be
Booted, grafted, built on thee.

Josiah Conder, 1824

365,

( 699. )

364.

The, living Food,

1 Bread of heaven ! on thee I feed,
For thy flesh is meat, indeed ;

(69S.)

Jesus only.

Blessed Saviour ! thee I love,

All my other joys above :

All my hopes in thee abide,

Th ju my Hope, and naught beside :

Ever let my glory be,

Only, only, only thee.

Once again beside the cross,
All my gain I count but loss ;
Earthly pleasures fade away, —
Clouds they are that hide my day ;
Hencp, vain shadows ! let me see
Jesus crucified for me.

Blessed Saviour ! thine am I,
Thine to live, and thine to die ;
Height, or depth, or creature power,
Ne'er shall hide my Saviour more ;
Ever shall my glory be,
Only, only, only thee.

Qeorge DujjMd, 1859.

132

COMMEMORATION

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Asahel Xettle.ton, 1825.

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of God's un-chang-ing love.

OUV)« A Memorial of rraise. (710.

1 Come, thou Fount of every blessing !

Tune my heart to sing thy grace ;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,

Call for songs of loudest prai&e ;
Teach me some melodious sonnet,

Sung by flaming tongues above ;
Praise the mount ; I 'm fixed upon it,

Mount of God's unchanging love.

2 Here I raise my Eben-Ezer ;

Hither by thy help I 'm come ;
And I hope, by thy good pleasure,

Safely to arrive at home ;
Jesus sought roe when a stranger,

Wandering from the fold of God ;
He, to rescue me from danger,

Interposed with precious blood.

3 Oh ! to grace how great a debtor,

Daily I 'm constrained to be !
Let that grace now, like a fetter,

Bind my wandering heart to thee ;
Prone to wander, — Lord ! I feel it ;

Prone to leave th^ God I love ;
Here 's my heart ; Oh ! take and seal it ;

Seal it from thy courts above.

Robert Robinson, 1758.

Remembranc: of Christ.

(714.)

367,

1 Jesus spread-; his banner o'er us,

Cheers our famished souls with food ;
Ho the banquet spreads before us,
Of his mystic flesh and blood ;

Precious banquet ; bread of heaven ;

Wine of gladness, flowing iree ;—
May we taste it, kindly given,

In remembrance, Lord ! of thee.

In thy holy incarnation,

When the angels fang thy birth;
In thy fasting and ttmptation ;

In thy labors on the tarth ;
In thy trial, and rejection ;

In thy sufferings on the tree ;
In thy glorious resurrection ;

May we, Lord ! remember thee.

Roswell rark, 1836.

Christ seen at his Table.

(715.!

368.

1 While, in sweet communion, feeding

On this earthly bread and wine,
Havimr ! may we see thee bleeding

On the cross, to ma he us thine :
Now, our eyes for evtr closing

To this fleeting werld below ;
On thy gentle breast reposing,

Teach us, Lord ! thy grace to know.

2 Though unseen, be ever near us,

With the still small voice of love ;
Whispering words of peace to cheer us,

Every donbt and fear remove :
Bring before us all the glery

Of thy life, and death of woe ;
And. with hopes of endless glory,

Wean our hearts from all below.

Edward Penny, 1839.

THE LORD'S SUPPER.

RATHBUN.

8s & 7s.

133

Ithnmnr Cnnley, 1851.

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In the cross of Christ I glo - ry, Towering o'er the wrecks of time ;

369

Glorying in the Cross. (

1 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 sha 1 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 lustre 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.

5 In the cross of Christ I gl<~>ry,

Towering o'er the wrecks of time ;
All the light of sacred story

Gathers round its head sublime.

John Bowring, 1S25.

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370

The Threefold Love. (713.)

See, Oh ! see, what love the Father

Hath bestowed upon our rare !
How he bends, with i weot compassion,

Over us his beaming face !
See how he his best and dearest,

For the very worst hath given, —
His own Son for us poor sinners ;

See. Oh! see the love ot heaven!

2 See, Oh ! see, what love the Saviour,

Also, hath on us bestowed !
How he bled for us and suffered,

How he bore the heavy load !
On the cross and in the garden,

Oh ! how sore was his distress !
Is not this a love, that passeth

Aught that tongue can e'er express ?

3 See, Oh ! see, what love is shown us,

Also, by the Holy Ghost !
How he strives with us, poor sinners,

Even when we sin the most,
Teaching, comforting, correcting,

Where he sees it needful is !
Oh ! what heart would not be thankful
For a threefold love like this !

Ger., Carl J. P. Spitta, 1833.
Tr., Richard Maggie, 1859.

0 7 1 • The Close of the Feast. (

1 Fbom the table now retiring,

Which for us the Lord hath spread,
May our souls, refreshment finding,
Grow, in all things, like our Head !

2 His example by beholding,

May our lives his image bear ;

Him our Lord and Master calling,

His commands may we revere.

3 Love to God and man displaying,

Walking steadfast in his way.
Joy attend us in believing,

Peace from God, through endless day,

Anon., 1812.

18.

134:

COMMEMORATION.

DETROIT.

S. M.

Eurotas P. TTastings, 1846.

Did Christ o'er sin - ners weep ? And shall our cheeks bo dry ?

Let floods of pen - i - ten - tial grief Burst forth from ev - ery eye.

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(I I Wi Repentance at the. Cross.

1 Did Christ o'er sinners weep ?

And shall our cheeks be dry ?
Let floods of penitential grief
Burst forch irom 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,

There is no weeping there.

Benjamin Beddomi

tl I *9 e Salvation by Grace.

1 Grace '. — 't is a charming sound,

Harmonious to mine ear ;
Heaven with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.

2 Grace first contrived a way

To Siive rebellious man ;
And all the steps that grace display,
Which drew the wondrous plan.

3 Grace led my wandering feet

To tread the heavenly road ;
And new supplies each hour I 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 the praise.

Philip Doddridge, 1740.

(70S.)

0 ( 4: • The Feast of Love.

1 Sweet feast of love divine !

'T is grace, that makes us free
To feed upon this bread and wine,
In memory, Lord ! of thee.

2 That blood, that flowed for sin,

In symbol here we see,
And feel the blessed pledge within,
That we are loved of thee.

3 Oh ! if this glimpse of love

Is so divinely sweet,
"What will it be, O Lord ! above,
Thy gladdening smile to meet? —

4 To see thee facs to face,

Thy perfect likeness wear,
And all thy ways of wondrous grace
Through endless years declare !

Edward Denny, 1839.

375

(700.)

The Living Bread.

1 Thee, King of saints ! we praise

For this, our living bread ;
Nourished by thy preserving grace,
And at thy table fed.

2 Yet still a higher seat

We in thy kingdom claim,
Who here begin, by faith, to eat
The supper oi the Lamb.

3 That glorious, heavenly prize

"We surely shall attain,
And, in tin- palace of the skies,
With thee for ever reign.

Charles Wesley, 1745.

THE LORD'S SUPPER

L. M.

135

Lowell Mason, 1830.

My gtfr-eioas Ixxrd i I own thy right, To ev-ery ser - vice I can pay,

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1 My gracious Lord! I own thy right

To every service I can pay.
And call it ray supreme delight,
To hear thy dictates and obey.

2 What is my being, but for thee,

Its sure support, its noblest end ?
Tnine ever -s tailing face to see,

And serve the cause of such a Friend.

3 I would not breathe for worldly joy,

Or to increase my worldly good;
Nor future clays or powers employ,
To spread a sounding name abroad.

4 'T is to my Saviour I would live,

To him, who for my ransom died;
Nor could untainted Eden give
Such bliss as blossoms at his side.

5 His work my hoary age shall bless,

When youthful vigor is no more;
And my list hour of life confess
His love hath animating power.

Philip Doddridge, 1740.

0 ( i • Shoeing forth , Christ's Death. ( 720.)

1 O Jesus ! bruised and wounded more

Taau burst* jd grape, or bread of wheat,
The Life of Efe within our souls,
The Cup of our salvation sweet;

2 We come to show thy dying hour,

Thy streaming vein, thy broken flesh;
And still th° blood is warm to save,
, And still the fragrant wounds are fresh.

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3 0 Heart ! that, with a double tide

Of blood and water maketh pure;
O Flesh ! once offered on the cross,
The gilt that makes our pardon sure;

4 Let never more our sinful souls

The anguish of thy cross renew;
Nor forge again the cruel nails.

That pierced thy victim body through.
Mrs. Cecil F. Alexander, 1859.

0 ( O* Communion with Christ at his Table. ( 7

1 To Jesus, our exalted Lord, —

Dear name, by heaven and earth adored !
Fain would our hearts and voices raise
A cheerful song of sacred praise.

2 But all the notes which mortals know
Are weak, and languishing, and low;
Far, far above our huuible songs,

The theme demands immortal tongues.

3 Yet. while around his board we meet,
And worship at his glorious feet,

Oh ! let our warm affections move,
In glad returns of grateful love.

4 Let faith our feeble senses aid.

To see thy wondrous love displayed, —
Thy broken flesh, thy bleeding veins,

Thy dreadful agonizing pains.

."> Let humble, penitential woe,

With painful, pleasing anguish, flow;
And thy forgiving smiles impart
Life, hope, and joy to every heart.

Anne Steele, 17«0.

136

COMMEMORATION.

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1 "T was on that dark, that doleful night,

"When powers of earth and hell arose
Against the Son of God's delight,

Aud friends betrayed him to his foes:

2 Before the mournful scene began, [brake:

He took the bread, and blessed, and
"What love through all his actions ran !
"What wondrous words of grace he spake!

3 " This is my body, broke for sin;

Receive and eat the living food:" —
Then took the cup, and blessed the wine,
" 'T is the new covenant in my blood.''

4 "Do this," he cried, "till time shall end,

In mem'ry of your dying Friend ;
Meet, at my table, and record
The love of your departed Lord."

5 Jesus! thy feast we celebrate;

We show thy death, we sing thy name,
Till thou return, and wo shall eat
The marriage supper of the Lamb.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

0 0\). The good Shepherd.

1 Thou! whom my soul admires, above
All earthly joy, and earthly love, —
Tell me, dear Shepherd! let me know,
Where doth thy sweetest pasture grow?

2 Where is the shadow of that rock,
That from the sun defends thy flock ?
Fain would I feed among thy sheep, —
Among them rest, among them sleep.

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3 Why should thy bride appear, like one
That turns aside to paths unknown ?
My constant feet would never rove, —
Would never seek another love.

i The footsteps of thy flock I see ;
Thy sweetest pastures here they be;
A wondrous feast thy love prepares,
Bought with thy wounds, and groans, and
tears.

5 His dearest flesh he makes my food,
And bids me drink his richest blood:
Here to these hills my soul will come,
Till my belove'd leads me home.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

381.

Wot ashamed of Christ.

(719.)

1 At thy command, our dearest Lord!

Here wo attend thy dying feast;
Thy blood, like wine, adorns thy board,
And thine own flesh feeds every guest.

2 Our faith adores thy bleeding love,

And trusts for life in one that died;
WTe hope for heavenly crowns above,
From a Redeemer crucified.

3 Let the vain world pronounce it shame,

And fling their scandals on thy cause;
We ccme to boast our Saviour's name,
And make our triumphs in his cross.

4 With joy we tell the scoffing age,

He that was dead has left his tomb;
He lives above their utmost rage.
And we are waiting till he come.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

THE LORD'S SUPPER.

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1 Jesus, thou everlasting King!
Accept the tribute which we bring;
Accept the well-deserved renown,
And wear our praises as thy crown.

2 Let every act of worship be,

Like our espousals, Lord ! to thee; —
Like the. dear hour, when, from above,
We first received thy pledge of love.

3 The gladness of that happy day, —
Our hearts would wish it long to stay;
Nor let our faith forsake its hold,
Nor comfort sink, nor love grow cold.

4. Each foil' wing minute as it flies,

Increase thy praise, improve our joys ;
Till we are raised to sing thy name,
At the great supper of the Lamb.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

I 4 Our restless spirits yearn for thee,
Where'er our changeful lot is cast;
Glad, when thy gracious smile we see,
Blest, when our faith can hold thee fast.

: Jesu, Dulcedo Cordium

(729.)

383.

1 Jesus, thou Joy of loving hearts !

Thou Fount of life ! thou Light of men
From the best bliss that earth imparts,
We turn unfilled to thee again.

2 Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood;

Thou save'st those that on thee call;

To them that seek thee, thou art good,

To them that find thee,— All in all !

3 We taste thee. O thou living Bread !

And long to feast upon thee still;
We drink of thee, the Fountain Head,
And thirst, our souls from thee to fill.

5 O Jesus! ever with us stay;

Make all our moments calm and bright;
Chase the dark night of sin away;
Shed o'er the world thy holy light.

Lat., Bernard, of Clairvaux, 1140.
Tr., Ray Palmer, 1833.

' Jesu I dulcis Memoria.

(780.)

384.

1 Jesus ! how sweet thy mem'ry is !
Thinking of thee is truest bliss;
Beyond all honeyed sweets below
Thy presence is it here to know.

2 Tongue cannot speak a lovelier word,
Naught more melodious can be heard,
Naught sweeter can be thought upon,
Than Jesus Christ, God's only Son.

3 Jesus ! thou Hope of those who turn,
Gentle to those who pray and mourn,
Ever to those who seek thee, kind, —
What must thou be to those who find ?

4. Jesus ! thou dost true pleasures bring,
Light of the heart, and living Spring !
Higher than highest pleasures roll,
Or warmest wishes of the soul.

5 Lord \ in our bosoms ever dwell,
And of our souls the night dispel;
Pour on our inmost mind the ray;
And fill our earth with blissful day.

Lat., Bernard, of Clairvaux, 1140.
Tr., James W. Alexander, 1859.

138

COMMEMORATION.

CHESTERFIELD.

C. M.

Thomas Haweis, eir.1792.

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1 Jesus ! the very thought of thee

With sweetness fills my breast;
But sweeter far thy face to see,
And in thy presence rest.

2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame,

Nor can tho mt mory find,
A sweeter sound than thy blest name,
0 Saviour of mankind !

3 0 Hope of every contrite heart !

O Joy of all the meek !
To those who tall, how kind thou art !
How good to those who seek !

4 But what to those who find ? Ah ! this

Nor tongue nor pen can show:
The lova of Jesus, — what it is,
None but his loved ones know.

5 Jesus ! our only joy be thou !

As thou our prize wilt be;
Jesus ! be thou our glory now,
And through eternity !

Lat., Bernard, ofClairvaux, 1140.
Tr., Edward Caswall, 1819.

0 <^ O • « Jesu, Rex adm irabih's ! ' '

1 O Jesus ! King most wonderful,

Thou Conqueror renowned;

Thou sweetness most ineffable,

In whom all joys are found !

2 When once thou visitest the heart,

Then truth begins to shine;
Then earthly vanities depart;
Then kindles love divine.

(782.)

(733.)

3 O Jesus, Light of all below !

Thou Fount of life and fire !
Surpassing all the joys we know,
All that we can desire, —

4 May every heart confess thy name,

And ever thee adore;
And, seeking thee, itself inflame
To seek thee more and more.

5 Thee may our tongues for ever bless;

Thee may we love alone;

And ever in our lives express

The image of thine own.

Lat, Bernard, of Clairvaux, 1140.
Tr., Edward Caswall, 1849.

00 # • « Jesu, Decus angelicum !"

1 O Jesus ! thou the Beauty art,

Of angel worlds above;
Thy name is music to the heart,
Enchanting it with love.

2 O my sweet Jesus ! htar the sighs

Which un'o thee I send;
To thee mine inmost spirit cries,
My beings Hope «*md End.

3 Stay with us, Lord ! and with thy light

Illume tho soul's abyss;
Scatter the. darkness of our night,
And fill the world with blise.

4 O Je us, spotless Virgin-Flower !

Our life and joy ! to thee
Be praise, beatitude and power,
Through all eternity !

Lat., Bernard, of Clairvaux, 1140,
Tr., Edward Caswall, 1849,

THE LORD'S SUPPER. 139

MESSIAH. (BRADFORD.) CM. George Frederick Handel, 1141.

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1 How sweet and awful is the place,

With Christ within the doors,
While everlasting love displays
The choicest of her stores !

2 While all our hearts, and all our songs,

Join to admire the feast:
Each of us cry, with thankful tongues, —
' ' Lord ! why was I a guest ?

3 " Why was I made to hear thy voice,

And enter while there 's room,
When thousands make a wretched choice,
And rather starve than come ? "

4 'T was the same love that spread the feast,

That sweetly forced us in ;
Else we had still refused to taste,
And perished in our sin.

5 Pity the nations, 0 our God !

Constrain the earth to come;
Send thy victorious word abroad,
And bring the strangers home.

6 We long to see thy churches full,

That all the chosen race
May, with one voice, and heart, and soul,
Sing thy redeeming grace.

Isaac Watts, 17o7.

OV ») • The new Covenant sealed. 735. 1

1 " The promise of my Fatln r's love

Shall stand for ever good ! ' —
He said, aud gave his soul to death,

And sealed the grace with blood.

2 To this dear covenant of thy word,

I set my worthless name;
I seal th' engagement to my Lord,
And make my humble claim.

3 Thy light, and strength, and pard'ning

And glory shall be mine: [grace,

My life and soul, my heart and flesh,
And all my powers are thine.

' 4 I call that legacy my own,

Which Jesus did bequeath;
'T was purchased with a dying groan,
And ratified in death.

! 5 Sweet is the mem'ry of his name,
Who blessed us in his will,
And, to his testament of love,
Made his own life the seal.

Isaac Walts, 1707.

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390.

1 Fob ever here my rest shall be,

Close to thy bleeding side;
This all my hope, and all my plea, —
For me the Saviour died.

2 My dying Saviour, and my God !

Fountain lor guilt and sin !
Sprinkle me ever with thy blood!
And cleanse and keep me clean.

3 Th' atonement of thy blood apply,

Till faith to sight improve,
Till hop.- shall in fruition die,
And all my soul be love.

Charles Wesley, 1740.

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1 Here at thy table, Lord ! we meet,

To feed on food divine;
Thy body is the bread we eat,
Thy precious blood the wine.

2 He, that prepares this rich repast,

Himself comes down, and dies;
And then invites us thus to feast
Upon the sacrifice.

3 Sure, there was never love so free,

Dear Saviour ! so divine;
Well thou may'st claim that heart of me,
Which owes so much to thine.

4 Yes, thou shalt surely have my heart,

My soul, my strength, my all;
With life itself I 11 freely part,
My Jesus ! at thy call.

Samuel Stennctt, 1787.

d*?^* Love unto Death. (738.)

1 How condescending and how kind,

Was God's eternal Son !
Our misery reached his heavenly mind,
And pity brought him down.

2 When justice, by our sins provoked,

Drew forth its dreadful sword,
He gave his soul up to the stroke,
Without a murm'ring word.

3 He sunk beneath our heavy woes,

To raise us to his throne;
There 's ne'er a gift his hand bestows,
But cost his heart a groan.

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4 This was compassion, like a God,

That, when the Saviour knew —
The price of pardon was his blood,
His pity ne'er withdrew.

5 Now, though he reigns exalted high,

His love is still as great;

Well he remembers Calvary,

Nor lets his saints forget.

6 Here, let our hearts begin to melt,

While we his death record,
And, with our joy for pardoned guilt,
Mourn that we pierced the Lord.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

**"**• Remembering Christ. (

1 If human kindness meets return,

And owns the grateiul tie;
If tender thoughts within us burn.
To feel a friend is nigh; —

2 Oh ! shall not warmer accents tell

The gratitude we owe
To him, who died, our fears to quell —
Our more than orphan's woe ?

3 While yet his anguished soul r urveyed

Those pangs he would not flee,
What love his latest words displayed,—
" Meet, and remember me ! "

4 Remember thee ! - thy death, thy shame,
Our sinful hearts to share ! —
O mem ry ! leave no other name
But his recorded there.

Gerard T. Noel, 1813.

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CHESTER.

C. M.

Thomas Hastings, 1828.

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o"4. 2%« triumphal Feast.

1 Come, 1st us lift our voices high,

High as our joys arise,
And join the sougs above the sky,
Where pleasure never dies.

2 Jesus, the Lord, that bled and died,

And conquered when he fell ;
That rose again, and reigns supreme
O'er heaven, and earth, and hell ;

3 Jesus, the Lord, invites us here,

To his triumphal feast ;
And brings immortal blessings down
For each redeemed guest.

4 Victorious Lord ! what can we pay

For favors so divine ?
We would devote our hearts away,
To be for ever thine.

5 We give thee, Lord ! our highest praise

The tribute of our tongues ;
But themes, so infinite as these,
Exceed our noblest songs.

Isaac Watts, 1707, a,

0 »/0« The peerless Name.

1 Jesus ! the name I love co well,

The name I love to hear !
No saint on earth his worth can tell,
No heart conceive how dear.

2 It bids my trembling soul rejoice,

And dries each rising tear ;
It tells me, in a still small voice,
To trust and not to fear.

(747.)

This name shall shed its fragrance still

Along the thorny road ;
Shall sweetly smooth the rugged hill,

That leads me up to God.

And there with all the blood-bought
From sin and sorrow free, [throng,

I '11 sing the new eternal song
Of Jesus' love to me.

Frederick Whitfield, 1859.
( 743.)

' vO» Lasting Remembrance of Christ.
Jesus ! thy love shall we forget,

And never bring to mind
The grace, that paid our hopeless debt,

And bade us pardon find ?

Shall we thy life of grief forget,
Thy fasting and thy prayer;

Thy locks with mountain vapors wet,
To save us from despair ?

Gethsemane can we forget, —

Thy struggling agony,
When night lay dark on Olivet,

And none to watch with thee?

Life's brightest joys we may forget,

Our kindred cease to love ;
But he, who paid our hopeless debt,

Our constancy shall prove.

Our sorrows and our sins were laid,

On tl e% alone on thee :
Thy precious blood our ransom paid —

Thine all the glory be !

William Mitchell, 1831.

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GEER. (ELIM.)

C. M.

Henry W. Greatorex, 1849.

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Christ precious. ( 719.)

1 Jesus ! I love thy charming name,

'T is music to mine ear ;
Fain would I sound it out so loud,
That earth and heaven should 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 my capacious powers can wish

In thee doth richly meet ;
Nor to mine eyes is life so dear,
Nor friendship half so sweet.

4 Thy grace still dwells upon my heart,

And sheds its fragrance there ;
The noblest balm of all its wounds,
The cordial of its care.

5 I '11 speak the honors of thy name,

With my last lab'ring breath ;
Then, speechless, clasp thee in mine arms,
The antidote of death.

Philip Doddridge, 1740.

OJo. The Name of Jesus. (746.)

1 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds,

In a believer's ear !
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.

2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,

And calms the troubled breast ;
'T is manna to the huugry soul,
And, to the weary, rest.

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3 Jesus ! — my Shepherd, Husband, 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 '11 praise thee as I ought.

5 Till then, I would thy love proclaim,

With every fleeting breath ;
And may the music of thy name
Eefr^sh my soul in death.

John Newton

0 \f J • The dearest Name.

1 Three is a name I love to hear,

I love to sing 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 It tells me what my Father hath

In store for every day.
And, though I tread a darksome path,
Yields sunshine all the way.

4 It tells of One, whose loving heart

Can feel my deepest woe,
Who in each sorrow bears a part,
That none can bear below.

Frederick Whitfield, 1859.

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1 Jesus ! these eyes have never seen

That radiant form of thine ;
The veil of sense hangs dark between
Thy blessed face and mine.

2 I see thee not, I hear thee not,

Yet art thou oft with me ;
And earth h ith ne'er so dear a spot,
As where I meet with thee.

3 Like some bright dream that come.'? un-

When slumbars o'er me roll, [sought
Thine image ever fills my thought,
And charms my ravished soul.

4 Yet, though I have not seen, and still

Must rest in faith alone,
I love thee, dearest Lord ! — and will,
Unsaen, but not unknown.

5 When death these mortal eyes shall soul,

And still this throbbing heart,
The rending veil shall thee reveal,
All glorious as thou art !

Ray Palnitr, 1869.

4:" 1 • T,\e great Melckisedec. (753.)

1 Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb !

I love to hear of thee ;
No music like thy charming name
Is half so sweet to me.

2 Oh ! let rne ever hear thy voico

In mercy to me speak ;
And in my Priest, will I rejoice,
My great Melchisedec !

3 My Jesus shall be still my theme,

"While in this world I stay ;

I '11 sing my Jesus' lonely name,

When all things else decay.

4 When I appear in yonder cloud,

With all thy favored throng,
Then will I sing more sweet, more loud,
And Christ i hall be my song.

John Cennick, 1743.
■±\J Q . god All in All. (755.)

1 My God, my Portion, and my Love !

My everlasting All !
I 've none but thee in heaven above,
Or on this earthly ball.

2 In vain the bright, the burning sun

Scatters his feeble light :
'T is thy sweet beams create my noon ;
If thou withdraw,— 't is night.

3 How vain a toy is glittering wealth,

If once compared to thee !
Or what 's my safety, or my health,
Or all my friends, to me ?

4 Were I possessor of the earth,

And- called the stars my own, —
Without thy graces and thyself,
I were a wretch undone.

5 Let others stretch their arms like seas,

And grasp in all the shore :
Grant me the visits < f thy face,
And I desire no more.

Isaac Walls. 1707.

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(758.)

403.

1 My God ! the Spring of all my joys,

The Life of my delights,
The Glor3r of my brightest days,
And Comfort of my nights!

2 In darkest shades, if he appear,

My dawning is begun ;
He i-; my soul's sweet Morning Star,
And he my lising Sun.

3 The opening heavens around me shine,

With beams of sacred bliss,
While Jesus shows his heart is mine,
And whispers — I am his.

4. My soul would leave this heavy clay,
At that transporting word ;
Bun up with joy the shining way,
'T embrace my dearest Lord.

5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death,
I 'd break through every foo ;
The wings of love, and arms of faith,
Should bear me conqueror through.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

4:lr±, dinging to Christ. ( 75'J.)

1 To whom, my Saviour ! shall I go,

If I depart from thee ?
My Guide through all this vale of woe,
And more than all to me.

2 The world reject thy gentle reign,

And pay thy death with scorn ;
Oh ! they could plat thy crown again,
And sharpen eveiy thorn.

3 But I have felt thy dying love

Breathe gently through my heart,
To whisper hope of joys above ;
And can we ever part?

4 Ah ! no ; with thee, I 'il walk below

My journey to the grave :
To whom, my Saviour ! shall I go,
When only thou canst cave ?

Anon., 1825.

*±\Jt9* ranting for more Love to Christ. ( 761.)

1 Thott lovely Source of true delight,

Whom I unseen adore !
Unveil thy beauties to my sight ;
That I may love thee more.

2 Thy glory o'er creation shines ;

But, in thy snered word,
I read, in fairer, brighter lines,
My bleeding, dying Loid.

3 'T is here, whene'er my comforts droop,

And sins and sorrows rise,
Thy love, with cheerful beams of hope,
My fainting heart j applies.

4 But, ah ! too soon the pleasing scene

Is clouded o'er with pain ;
My gloomy fears rise drik between,
And I again complain.

5 Jesus, my Lord, my life, my light !

Oh ! come, with blissful ray ;
Break radiant through the shades of night,
And chase my fears away.

Anne Steele, 17(J0.

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Oh ! could I speak the matchless worth,

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Oh ! could I sound the glories forth.

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

In notes r.lmost divine.

2 I 'd sing the precious blood iie 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 character ; be bears,
And all the forms of love he wears,

Exalted on his throne:
In loftiest songs of sweetest praise,
I would, to everlasting days,

Make all his glories known.

4 Well, - the delightful day will come,
Wrhen he, dear Lord ! will bring me home.

And I sball see his face:
There, with my Saviour, brother, friend,
A blessed eternity 1 11 spend.

Triumphant in his grace.

Samuel Medley, 1789.

■± \3 I • Th ir sting for Ch rist. ( 7 7 7 . )

1 O love divine ! how sweet thou art !
When shall I find my willing heart

All taken up by thee ?
I thirst, and faint, and die to prove
The greatness of redeeming love,

The love of Christ to me.

2 Stronger his love than death or hell;
Its riches are unsearchable;

The first-born sons of light
Desire in vain its depths to see;
They cannot reach the mystery,

The length, and breadth, and height.

3 God only knows the love of God;
Oh ! that it now were shed abroad

In this poor stony heart !
For love I sigh; for love I pine;
This only portion, Lord ! be mine; —

Be mine this better part!

4 Oh ! that I could for ever sit,
With Mary, at the Master's feet !

Be this my happy choice;
My only caie, delight, and bliss,
My joy, my heaven on earth be this,

To hear the Bridegroom's voice !

Charles Wesley, 1749.

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1 Jesus ! and shall it ever be,

A mortal man ashamed of thee?
Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise,
Whose glories shine through endless days!

2 Ashamed of Jesus ! sooner far
Let evening blush to own a star;
He sheds the beams of light divine,
O'er this benighted soul of mine.

3 Ashamed of Jesus ! just as soon
Let midnight be ashamed of noon;
'T is midnight with my soul, till he,
Bright Morning Star, bid darkness flee.

4 Ashamed of Jesus ! tha^ 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 boast a Saviour slain :
And, Oh ! may this my glory bo,
That Christ is not ashamed o\ me.

Joseph Grigg, 17C5.
Altered by Benjamin Francis, 1787.

4rU«l« Longing to be with Christ. (765.)

1 When, at this distance, Lord ! we trace
The various glories of thy face,
What transport pours o'er all our breast,
And charms our cares and woes to rest !

2 Away, ye dreams of mortal joy
Raptures divine my thoughts employ;
I see the King of glory shine;

I feel his love, and call him mine.

3 Yet still, our elevated eyes

To nobler visions long to rise;
That grand assembly would we join,
Where all thy saints around thee shine.
Philip Doddridge, 1740.

aX"» Communion with Clirist. (770.)

1 Oh ! that I could for ever dwell,

With Mary, at my Saviour s feet,
And view the form I love so well,
And all his tender words repeat: —

2 The world shut out from all my soul,

And heaven brought in with all its
bliss ! —
Oh ! is there aught, from pole to pole,
One moment, to compare with this ?

3 This is the hidden life I prize, —

A life of penitential love;
When most my follies I despise,

And raise my highest thoughts above:

4 When all I am, I clearly see,

And freely own, with deepest shame;
When the Redeemer's love to me
Kindles within a deathless flame.

5 Thus would I live, till nature fail,

And all my former sins forsake;
Then rise to God, within the veil,
And of eternal joys partake.

Andrew Heed, 1825.

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1 Awake, my soul ! in joyful lays,

And sing thy great Redeemer's praise ;"
He justly claims a song from me,
His loving-kindness is so free.

2 H3 saw me ruined in the fall,

Yet loved me, notwithstanding all,
And saved me from my lost estate ;
His loving-kinduess is so great

3 Through mighty hosts of cruel foes,
Where earth and hell my way oppose,
He safely leads my soul along,

His loving-kindness is so strong.

4 Often I feel my sinful heart
Prone from my Jesus to depart ;
And, though I oft have him forgot,
His loving-kindness changes not.

5 So, when I pass death's gloomy vale :
And life, and mortal powers shall fail ;
Oh ! may my last expiring breath

His loving-kindness sing in death !

G Then shall I mount and soar away
To the bright world of endless day ;
Then shall I sing, with sweet surprise
His loving-kindness in the skies !

Samuel Medley. 1787.

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1 Lord ! what a heaven of saving grace
Shines through the beauties of thy face,
And lights our passions to a flame !
Lord ! how we love thy charming name ,

(769.)

2 When I can say, — ' ' My God is mine ! "
When I can feel thy glories shine,

I tread the world beneath my feet,
And all that earth calls good and great.

3 While such a scene of sacred joys
Our raptured eyes and souls employs,
Here we could sit and gaze away

A long, and everlasting day.

4 Well, we shall quickly pass the night,
To the fair coasts of perfect light ;
Then shall our joyful senses rove
O'er the dear object of our love.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

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"X 1 tf • All-engrossing Love.

1 Jesus ! my heart within me burns,

To tell thee all its conscious love ;
And from earth's low delight it turns,
To taste a joy like that above.

2 Though oft these lips my love have told,

They still the story would repeat ;
To me the rapture ne'er grows old,
That thrills me, bending at thy feet.

3 I breathe my words into thine ear ;

I seem to fix mine eyes on thine ;

And, sure that thou dost wait to hear,

I dare in faith to call thee miue.

4 Reign thou sole Sovereign of my heart ;

My all I yield to thy control :
Oh ! let me neve" from thee part,
Thou best Belove'd of my soul !

Ray Palmer, 1869.

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God All, and in All.

1 My God, my Life, my Love !

To thee, to thee I call ;
I cannot live, if thou remove,
For thou art All in all.

2 Thy shining grace can cheer

This dungeon where I dwell ;
'T is paradise when thou art here ;
If thou depart, 'tis hell.

3 To thee, and thee alone,

The angels owe their bliss ;
They sit around thy gracious throne,
And dwell where Jesus is.

4 Not all the harps above

Can make a heavenly place,
If God his residence remove,
Or but conceal his face.

5 Nor earth, nor all the sky,

Can one delight afford ;
No, not a drop of real joy,
Without thy presence, Lord !

6 Thou art the sea of love,

Where all my pleasures roll,
The circle where my passions move,
And centre of my soul.

Isaac Watts, 1707

4 It). Jesus, All in AU.

1 My Lord, my God, my Love !
To thee, to thee I call ;
Oh! come to me from heaven above,
And be my God, my All.

(784.)

2 Oh ! when wilt thou be mine,

Sweet Lover of my soul !
My Jesus dear, my King divine !
Come, o'er my heait to rule.

3 Oh ! come, and fix thy throne

Within my very heart ;
Oh ! make it burn for thee alone,
And from me ne'er depart.

4 Begone ye, from my mind,

Vain, childish, eartnly toys!
In Jesus, only, do I find
True pleasures, solid joys.

Anon., 1849.

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tIU* Living and dying to Jesus.

1 Je?us! I live to thee,

The lovln'st and best ;
My life in thee, thy life in me,
In thy blest love I rest.

2 Jesu-i ! I die to thee,

Whenever death shall come ;
To die in thee is life to ine,
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.

Living or dying, Lord !

I ask but to be tlune ;
My life in thee, thy life in me,

Makes heaven for ever mine.

Henry llarbaugh, 1850.

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1 Hark ! my soul ! it is the Lord;
'T is thy Saviour; hear his word;
Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee, —
"Say, poor sinner ! lovest thou me?

2 "I delivered thee, when bound,

And, when wounded, healed thy wound;
Sought thee wandering, set thee right,
Turned thy darkness into light.

3 " Can a woman's tender care
Cease towards the chdd she bare?
Yes, she may forgetful be,

Yet will I remember thee.

4 "Mine is an unchanging love,
Higher than the heights above;
Deeper than the depths beneath, —
Free and faithful, strong as death.

5 • ' Thou shalt see my glory soon,
"When the work of grace is done;
Partner of my throne shalt be; —
Say, poor sinner ! lovest thou me ? "

6 Lord ! it is my chief complaint,
That my love is weak and faint;
Yet I love thee, and adore, —

Oh ! for grace to love thee more !

William Cowper. 1772.

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1 Saviour ! teach me, day by day
Love's sweet lesson to obey;
Sweeter lesson cannot be, —
Loving him who first loved me.

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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.

4 Thus may I rejoice to show,
That I feel the love I owe ;
Singing, till thy face I see,

Of his love who first loved me.

Anon. 1854.

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"*.</• Immanuel's Name. (793.)

1 Sweeter sounds than music knows

Charm me in Immanuel's name;
All her hopes my spirit owes

To his birth, and cross, and shame.

2 Did the Lord a man become,

That he might the law fulfill,
Bleed and suffer in my room ? —

And canst thou, my tongue ! be still ?

3 No, I must my praises bring,

Though they worthless are, and weak ;
For, should I refuse to sing,

Sure the very stones would speak.

4 O my Saviour, Shield, and Sun,

Shepherd, Brother, Lord, and Friend,
Every precious name in one !
I will love thee without end.

John Newton, 1770.

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ASPIRATION.

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ZTie SttiTC Refuge.

1 Jesus, Lover of my soul !

Let me to tliy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters 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:

Oh ! receive my soul at last.

2 Other refuge have I none,

Hangs my helpless soul on thee:
Leave, ah ! leave me not alone,

Still support and comfort me:
All my trust on thee is stayed,

All my help from thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head,

With the shadow of thy wing.

3 Thou. 0 Christ! art all I want:

More than all in thee I find;
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint.

Heil the sick, and lead the blind:
Just and holy is thy name;

I am all unrighteousness;
False and full of sin I am,

Thou art lull of truth and grace.

( 799.)

4 Plenteous grace with thee is found,
Grace to cover 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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"X*w r» All Events in God's Hands.

1 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;
Times of trial and of grief:
Times of triumph and relief; —

3 Times the tempter's power to prove
Times to taste a Saviour's love;
All must come, and last, and end,
As shall please my heavenly Friend,

i 0 thou Gracious, Wise, and Just !
In thy hands my life I trust:
Have I somewhat dearer still ? —
I resign it to thy will.

John Ryland,

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1 Let sinners take their course,

And choose the road to death ;
But, iu the worship of my God,
I 11 spend my dady breath.

2 My thoughts address his throne,

Whe i morning brings the bight,
I seek his blessing every noon,
And pay my vows at night

3 Thou wilt regard my cries,

O my eternal God !
While sinners perish in surprise,
Beneath thine angry rod,

4 Because they dwell at ease,

And no sad changes feel.
They neither fear, nor trust thy name,
Nor learn to do thy will.

5 But I with all my cares.

Will lean upon the Lord ;
I '11 cast my Lurden on his arm,
And rest upon his word.

6 His arm shall well sustain

The children of his love ;
The ground, on which their safety standi,
No earthly power can move.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

*-•>• Psalm 31.

1 My spirit on thy care,

Blest Saviour ! I recline ;
Thou wilt not leave me to despair,
For thou art Love divine.

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2 In thee I place my trust

On thee I camly rest ;
I 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.

Henry Francis Lyie, 1834.

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Jesus, our Trust.

(811.)

1 O Saviour ! who didst come

By water and by blood ;
Confessed on earth, adored in heaven,
Eternal Son of God !

2 Jesus, our Life and Hope,

To endless years the same !
AVe plead thy gracious promises,
And rest upon thy name.

3 By faith in thee we live,

By faith in thee we stand,
By thee we vanquish sin and death,
And gain the heavenly laud.

4 O Lord ! increase our faith ;

Our fearful spirits calm :
Sustain us through this mortal strife,
Then give the victor's palm.

Awm., 1865.

152

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ASPIRATION.

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J 2 He sweetens every humble groan ;
j He recommends each broken prayer ;

Recline thy hope on him alone,

Whose power and love forbid despair.

1 3 Teach my weak heart. 0 gracious Lord !
With stronger faith to call thee mine ;
Bid me pronounce the blissful word,
"My Father God !:' with joy divine.

Annt Steele, 1760.

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1 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 cdimpse of happiness afford ?

3 Eternal life thy words impart,

On these my fainting spirit lives ;

Here sweeter comforts cheer my heart,

Than all the round of nature gives.

4 Let earth's alluring joys combine ;

While thou art near, in vain they call ;

One smile, one blissful smile of thine, —

My dearest Lord ! outweighs them all.

5 Thy name my inmost powers adore ;

Thou art my Life, my Joy, my Care :
Depart from th^e? 't is death, — 't is j 3 If my immortal Saviour lives
:T is endless ruin, deep despair! [more;

Christ, the Life of the Soul.

(820.)

427.

1 When sins and fears prevailing rise,
And fainting hope almost expires,
Jesus ! to thee I lift mine eyes,

To thee I br.athe my soul's desires.

' 2 Aro thou not mine, my living Lord?
And can my hope, my comfort die,
Fixed on thine everlasting word, — [shy?
That word which built the earth and

6 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, 1760.

The great Advocate. ( 8 1 i>. )

426.

1 Look up, my soul ! with cheerful eye ;
See where the great Redeemer stands,
The glorious Advocate on high,

With precious incense in his hands !

Then mv immortal life is sure ;
His word a firm foundation gives ;
Hera let me build, and rest secure,

4 Here lei my faith unshaken dwell :

Immovable the promise stands ;
Nor all the powers of earth or lu 11
Can e'er dissolve the sacred bands.

5 Here, O my soul ! thy trust repose ;

If Jesus is for ever mine,
Not death itself, that last of foes,
Shall break a union so divine.

Anne Steele, 17G0.

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William Mather, 1790.

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1 My Shepherd will supply my need,

Jehovah is his name ;
In pastures fresh he makes me feed,
Beside the living stream.

2 He brings my wandering spirit back,

"When I forsake his ways ;
And leads me, for his mercy's sake,
In paths of truth and grace.

3 "When I walk through the shades of death,

Thy presence is my stay ;
A word of thy supporting breath
Drives all my fears away.

4 Thy hand, in spite of all my foes,

Doth still my table spread ;
My cup with blessings overflows,

Thine oil anoints my head,
o The sure provisions of my God

Attend me all my days ;
Oh ! may thy house be mine abode,

And all my work be praise !

C There would I find a settled rest,
"While others go and come,
No more a stranger or a guest,
But like a child at home.

Isaac Walts, 1719.

2 The wounded consck me knows its power,

The healing balm to give ;
That balm the saddest heart can cheer.
And make the dying live.

3 Wide it unveils celestial worlds.

Where deathless pleasures reign ;
And bids me seek my portion there,
Nor bids me seek in vain ; —

4 Shows me the precious promise, sealed

With the Redeemer's blood ;
And helps my feeble hope to rest
Upon a faithful God.

5 There, there unshaken would I rest,

Till this vile body dies :
And then, on faith's triumphant wings,
At once to glory rise.

Daniel Turner, 1787.

429.

The Power of Faith. ( 827. )

1 Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss,
And saves me from its snares ;
Its aid, in every duty, brings,
And softens all my cares.

430,

(831.)

Psalm 125.

1 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.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

154.

ASPIRATION.

STEPHENS. (NAYLAND.)

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William Jones, 1780.

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1 Oh ! could our thoughts and wishes fly,

Above these gloomy shades,
To those bright worlds, beyond the sky,
Which sorrow ne'er invades ! —

2 There j'^ys, unseen by mortal eyes,

Or reason's feeble ray,
In ever-blooming prospect rise,
Unconscious of decay.

3 Lord ! send a beam of light divine,

To guide our upward aim ;
With one reviving touch of thine,
Our languid hearts inflame.

4 Then shall, on faith's sublimest wing,

Our ardent wishes rise [spring,

To those bright scenes, where pleasures
Immortal, in the skies.

Anne Steele, 1760.

432

Delight in God.

0 Loed ! I would delight in theo,
And on thy care depend ;

To thee in every trouble flee,
My best, my only Friend !

When all created streams are dried,
Thy fullness is the same ;

M-.iy I with this be satisfied,
And glory in thy name.

No good in creatures run be found,
But may be found in thee ;

1 mu.st have all things, and abound,
While God is God to me.

( 820.

(828.)

-I Oh ! that I had a stronger faith,
To look within the veil,
To credit what my Saviour saith,
Whose word can never fail.

5 He that has made my heaven secure,
Will here all good provide ;
While Christ is rich, can I be poor ?
What can I want beside ?

G O Lord ! I cast my care on thee ;
I triumph and adore ;
Henceforth my great concern shall be,
To love and praise thee more.

John Ryland, 1787

4: 0 O • Mercies a nd Thanks.

1 How can I sink with such a prop

As my eternal God,
Who bears the earth's huge pillars up,
And spreads the heavens abroad?

2 How can I die, while Jesus lives,

Who rose and left the dead?
Pardon and grace my soul receives
From my exalted Head.

3 All that I am, and all I have,

Shall be for ever thine ;
Whate'er my duty bids me give,
My cheerful hands resign.

4 Yet, if 1 might make some reserve,

And duty did not call,
I love my God with zeal so great,
That I should give him all.

Isaae Watts, 1TO9.

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1 Must Jesus bear the cross alone,

And all the world go free?
No, there 's a cross for every one,
Aud there 's a cross for me.

2 How happy are thQ saints above,

Who once went mourning here !
But now they taste uunringled love,
And joy without a tear.

3 This consecrated cross I 11 bear,

Till death shall i et me free,
And then g ) home my crown to wear,
For there 's a crown for me.

4 Upon the crystal pavement, down

At Jesus' pierced feet.
Joyful, I "11 cast my golden crown,
Anel his dear name repeat.

5 And palms shall wave, and harps shall

Beneath heaven's arches high; [ring
The Lord, that lives, the ransomed sing,
That lives no more to die.

6 Oh ! precious cross ! Oh ! glorious crown!

Oh ! resurrection day !
Ye angels ! from the skies come down,
And bear my soul away.

vs. 1—3., G. X. Allen, 1849, a.

T »> *> • Tlie Example of the Saints. B l">.

1 Kise, O my soul ! pursue the path,
By ancient worthies trod:
Aspiring, view those holy men,
Who lived and walked with God.

(S35.)

2 Though dead, they speak in reason's ear,

And in example live;
Their faith, and hope, and mighty dee<ls,
Still fresh instruction give.

3 'T was through the Lamb's most precious

They conquered every foe; [blood,

And, to his power and matchless grace,
Their crowns and honors owe.

4 Lord ! may I ever keep in view

The patterns thou hast given;
And ne'er forsake the blessed path
'Which led them safe to heaven.

John Xeeilham, 1768.

~* •> O • Assurance of Hope.

1 When I can read my title clear,

To mansions in the skies,
I bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.

2 Should earth against, my soul engage,

And hellish darts be hurled,

Then I can smile at Satan's rage,

And face a frowning world.

0 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.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

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1 Stand up, my soul ! shake off thy fears,

And gird the gospel armor on,
March to the gates of endless joy, [gone.
Where thy great Captain Saviour's

2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course,

But hell and sin are vanquished foes,
Thy Jesus nailed them to the cross,
And sung the triumph when he rose.

3 What, though the prince of darkness rage,

And waste the fury of his spite ?
Eternal chains confine him down
To fiery deeps, and endless night.

4 What, though thine inward lusts rebel ?

'T is but a struggling gasp for life ;
The weapons of victorious grace

Shall slay thy sins, and e. el the strife.

5 Then fot my soul march boldly on,

Press forward to the heavenly gate,
There peace and joy eternal reign, [wait.
And glittering robes for conquerors

6 There shall I wear a starry crown,

And triumph in almighty grace,
While all the armies of the skies

Join in my glorious Leader's praise. •
Isaac Walts, 1707.

4: 0 O • The Christian Race. ( S4S. )

1 Awake, our souls ! away, our fears !

Let every trembling thought be gone;
Awake, and run the heavenly race,

And put a cheerful courage on.

2 True,— 't is a strait and thorny road,

And mortal spirits tire and faint;
But they forget the mighty God,

Who feeds the strength of every saint:

3 Thee, mighty God ! who? e matchless

Is ever new, and ever young, [power,
And firm endures while endless yea s
Their everlasting circles lun.

4 From thee, the overflowing spring,

Our souls shall drink a Iresh supply;

While such, as trust their native strength,

Shall melt away, and droop, and die.

5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air,

We '11 mount aloft to thine abode;

On wings 01 love, our souls shall fly,

Nor tire amidst the heavenly road.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

''""• Holiness and Grace. (855.)

1 So let our lips anel lives express
The holy gospel, we profess;

So let our works anel virtues shine,
To prove the doctrine all-divine.

2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad
The honors of our Saviour God;
When the salvation reigns within,
Anel grace subelues the power of sin.

3 Religion bean our spirits up,
While we expect that blessed hope, —
The bright appear.mce of the Lord; —
Anel faith stands leaning on his word.

Isaac Watts, 1700.

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440.

1 "Who shall the Lord's elect condemn? —

'T is God, that justifies their souls ;
And mercy, like a mighty stream,
O'er all their sins divinely rolls.

2 "Who shall adjudge the saints to hell !

'T is Christ that suffered in their stead,
And, the salvation to fulfill,

Behold him, rising from the dead !

3 He lives, he lives, and sits above,

For ever interceding there ;
Who shall divide us from his love ?
Or what, shall tempt us to despair ?

4 Shall persecution or distress,
Famine, or sword, or nakedness !

He, that hath loved us, bears us through,
And makes us more than conquerors too.

5 Faith hath an overcoming power,
It triumphs in the dying hour :
Christ is our life, our joy, our hope ;
Nor can we sink with such a prop.

6 Not all that men on earth can do,

Nor powers on high, nor powers below,
Shall cause his mercy to remove,
Or wean our hearts from Christ our love.
Isaac Walts, 1707.

"H i • Hope in the Covenant. ( 851.)

1 How oft have sin and Satan strove

To rend my soul from thee, my God !
But everlasting is thy love,

And Jesus seals it with his blood.

2 The oath and promise of the Lord

Join to confirm the wjndrous grace ;
Eternal power performs the word,

And fills all heaven with endless praise.

3 Amid temptations, sharp and long,

My soul to this dear refuge flies ;
Hope is my anchor, firm and strong,
"While tempests blow, and billows rise.

■i The gospel bears my spirit up ;
A faithful and unchanging God
Lays the foundation for my hope,
In oaths, and promises, and blood.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

The Bread of Life.

(852.)

442,

1 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 '11 press through dangers to the sky.

3 "What, though temptations oft distress,

And sin assails and breaks my peace?
Thou wilt uphold, and save, and bless,
And bid the storms of passion cease.

4 Then let me take thy gracious hand,

Aud walk beside thee onward still ;
Till my glad feet shall safely stand,
For ever firm, on Zion's hill.

Ray Palmer, 1862.

158'

ASPIRATION.

CHRISTMAS.

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1 Awake, my soul ! stretch every nerve,

And press with vigor on ;
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal ciown.

2 A cloud of witnesses around

Hold thee in full survey ;

Forget the steps already trod,

And onward urge thy way.

3 'T is God's all-animating voice,

That calls thee from on high ;
'T is 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.

Pliilip Doddridge, 1740.

jl'H:,* Victory through Vie Lamb. (S44.)

1 Give me the wings of faith, to rise

Within the veil, and see
The saints above, — how great their joys,
How bright their glories be.

2 Once they were mourning here below,

And wet their couch with trars ;
They wrestled hard, as we do now,
With sins, and doubt?, and fears.

3 I ask them, whence their victory came ?

Tin y, with united breath,
Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb, —
Their triumph to his death.

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4 They marked the footsteps that he trod ;

His zeal inspired their breast ;
And, following their incarnate God,
Possess the promised rest.

5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise,

For his own pattern given,
While the long cloud of witnesses
Show the same path to heaven.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

44 0 • The blissful Hope of Hai pen.

1 My soux, triumphant in the Lord,

Shall tell its joys abroad,
And march with holy vigor on,
Supported by its God.

2 Through all the winding maze of life

His hand hath been my guide ;
And, in that long-experienced care,
My heart shall stnl confide.

3 His grace through all the desert flows,

An unexhausted stream :
That grace, on Zion's sacred mount,
Shall be my endless theme.

4 Beyond t e choicest joys of earth

These distant courts I love ;
But, Oh ! I burn with strong desire
To view thy house above.

5 Mingled with all the shining band,

My soul would there adore ; —
A pillar in thy temple fixed.
To be removed no more.

Philip Doddridge, 1740.

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Longing to be with Jesus.

56., 447.

1 To Jesus, the Crown of my hope,

My soul is in haste to be gone ;
Oh ! bear me, ye cherubim ! up,

And waft me away to his throne :
My Saviour ! whom absent I love,

Whom, not having seen, I adore,
Whose name is exalted above

All glory, dominion, and pow er ;

2 Dissolve thou these bands that detain

My soul from her portion in thee ;
Ah ! strike off this adamant chain,

And make me eternally free !
When that happy era begins,

When arrayed in thy glories I shine,
Nor grieve any more by my sins

The bosom on which I recline :

3 Oh ! then shall the veil be removed,

And round me thy brightness be pour'd ;
I shall meet him whom absent I loved,

I sha'4 see wdiom unseen I adored ;
And then, never more shall the fears,

The trials, temptations, and woas,
Which darken this valley of tears,

Intrude on my blissful repose.

William Cowper, 1800.

Panting for Hearen.

(857.)

1 Ye angels ! who stand round the throne,

And view my Immanuel's face,—
In rapturous songs make him known,

Tune all your soft harps to his praise :
He formed you the spirits you are,

So happy, so noble, so good ;
When others sunk down in despair,

Confirme:l by his power, you stood.

2 Ye saints ! who stand nearer than they,

And cast your bright crowns at his feet,
His grace and his glory display,

And all his rich lnercv relate ;
He snatched you from hell and the grave,

He ransomed from death and despair :
For you he was mighty to save,

Almighty to bring you safe there.

3 Oh ! when will the period appear

When I shall unite in your song?
I 'm wreary of lingering here,

And I to ynur Saviour belong ;
I want — Oh ! I want to be there.

Where sorrow and sin bid adieu ;
Your joy and your friendship to share,

To wonder, and worship with you.

Maria De Fleury, 1806.

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ASPIRATION

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1 Behold ! what wondrous grace

The Father hath bestowed

On sinners of a mortal race,

To call them sons of God !

2 'T is no surprising thing,

That we should be unknown ;
The Jewish world knew not their King,
God's everlastiug Son.

3 Nor doth it yet appear

How great we must be made ;
But, when we see our Saviour here,
We shall be like our Head.

4 A hope so much divine

May trials well endure,
May purge our souls from sense and sin,
As Christ, the Lord, is pure.

5 If, in niy Father's love,

I share a filial part,
Send down thy Spirit like a dove,
To rest upon my heait.

6 We would no longer lie

Like slaves beneath the throne ;
My faith shall — " Abba. Father !" — cry,
And thou the kindred own.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

One with Christ. (S65.)

449.

1 My Saviour ! I am thine
By everlasting bands ;
My name, my heart. I would resign,
My soul is in thy hands.

2 To thee I still would cleave,

With ever-growing zeal ;
Let millions tempt me Christ to leave,
They never shall prevail.

3 His Spirit shall unite

My soul, to him, my Head ;
Shall form me to his image bright,
And teach his path to tread.

4 Death may my soul divide

From this abode of clay;
But love shall keep me near his side,
Through all the gloomy way.

5 Since Christ and we are one,

What should remain to fear ?
If he in heaven hath fixed his throne,
He '11 fix bis members there.

Philip Doddridge, 1740.

Ctirist unseen and beloved.

( 866.)

450.

1 Not with our mortal eyes

Have we beheld the Lord ;

Yet we rejoice to hear his name,

And love him in his word.

2 On earth we want tho sight

Of our Redeemer's lace ;
Yet, Lord ! our inmost thoughts delight
To dwell upon thy grace.

3 And, when we taste thy love,

Our joys divinely grow
Unspeakable, like those above,
And heaven begins below.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

THATCHER.

DIVINE FELLOWSHIP. 161

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1 Your. harps, ye trembling saints !

Down from the willows take !
Loud to the praise of love divine,
Bid every string awake.

2 Though in a foreign land,

We are not far from home ;
And, nearer to our house above,
We every moment come.

3 His grace will, to the end,

Stronger and brighter shine ;
Nor present things, nor things to come,
Shall quench the spark divine.

4 When wo in darkness walk,

Nor feel the heavenly flame ;
Then is the time to trust our God,
And rest upon his name.

5 Soon shall our doubts and fears

Subside at his control ;
His loving kindness shall break through
The midnight of the soul.

6 Blest is the man, 0 God !

That stays himself on thee : —
Who wait lor thy salvation, Lord !
Shall thy salvation see.

Augustus M. Topi tidy, 1772.

TrtF^o Singing along the Way.

1 Now let our voices join

To raise a sacred song ;
Ye pilgrims! in Jehovah s ways,

With music pass along.

(859.,

2 See !— flowers of paradise,

In rich profusion, spring ;
The sun of glory gilds the path,
And dear companions sing.

3 See ! Salem's golden spires,

In beauteous prospi et, rise ;
And brighter crowns than mortals wear,
Which sparkle through the skies.

4 All honor to his name,

Who drew the shining trace, —
To him, who leads the wanderers on,
And cheers them with his grace.

453.

Philip Doddridge, 1740.
No Rest, but in God. (S69.)

1 My spirit longs for thee

To dwell within my breast ;
Although unworthy, Lord ! I be
Of so divine a Guest.

2 Of so divine a Guest

Unworthy though I be,
Yet hath my panting heart no rest,
Until it come to thee.

3 Until it come to thee,

In vain I look around ;

In all that I can hear or see,

No rest is to be iound.

4 No rest is to be found,

But in thy bleeding love :
Oh ! let my ardent wish be crowned.
And send it from above.

John Byrom, 1814, a.

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HEATH.

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Lowell Mason, 1835.

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1 As pakts 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, the Lord, the living Lord,

My thirsty soul doth pine ;
Oh ! when shall I behold thy face,
Thou Majesty divine !

3 I sigh to think of happier days,

When thou, 0 Lord ! wert nigh ;
When every heart was tuned to praise,
And none so blessed as I.

4 Why restless, why east down, my soul ?

Trust God, and thou shalt sing
His praise again, and find him still
Thy health's eternal spring.

Nahum Tate, ICOfi.
Altered by Henri/ Francis Lyte, 1834.

*±*JO, The Hope of Heaven. ( 8 7 S. )

1 My thoughts surmount these lower skies,

And look within the veil ;
There springs of endless pleasure rise,
The waters never fail.

2 There I behold, with sweet delight,

The blesse'd Three in One ;
And strong affections fix my sight
On God's incarnate Son.

3 His promise stands for ever firm,

His grace shall ne'er depart,
He binds my nama upon his arm,
And seals it on his heart.

4 I would not be a stranger still
To that celestial place,
Where I for ever hope to dwell
Near my Redeemer's face.

Isaac Waits, 1709.

4:00. Tlie beatific Vision. (S75.)

1 From thee, my God ! my joys shall rise,

And run eternal rounds,
Beyond the limits of the skies,
And all created bounds.

2 The holy triumphs of my soul

Shall death itself outbrave,
Leave dull mortality behind,
And fly beyond the grave.

3 There, where ray 1 lesse'd Jesus reigns,

In heaven's unmeasured space,
I '11 spend a long eternity
In pleasure and in praise.

4 Millions of years my wondering eyes

Shall o'er thy beauties rove,
And endless ages 1 11 adore
The glories of thy love.

5 Sweet Jesus ! every r mile of thine

Shall fresh endearments bring,
And thousand tastes of new delight
From all thy graces spring.

G Haste, my beloved ! fetch my soul
Up to thy blessed abode, —
Fly, for my spirit longs to see
My Saviour and my God.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

DIVINE FELLOWSHIP.

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C. M.

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1 God, my Supporter and my Hope,

My Help for ever near !
Thine arm of mercy held me up,
When sinking in despair.

2 Thy counsels, Lord ! shall guide my feet,

Through this dark wilderness :
Tby hand conduct me near thy seat,
To dwell before thy face.

3 "Were I in heaven without my God,

'T would be no joy to me ;
And. whilst this earth is my abode,
I long for none but thee.

4 What, if the springs of life were broke,

And flesh and heart should faint ?
God is my soul's eternal Kock,
The Strength of every saint.

5 But to draw nenr to thee, mv God !

Shall be my sweet employ ;
My tongue shall sound tby works abroad,
And tell the world my joy.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

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1 Far from the worM, 0 Lord ! I flee,

From strife and tumult far ;
From scenes, where Satan wages still
His most successful war.

2 The calm retreat, the silent shade,

With prayer and praise agree ;
And seem, by thy sweet bounty, made
For those who follow thee.

3 There, if thy Spirit touch the soul,

And grace her mean abode,
Oh ! with what peace, and joy, and love,
She communes with her God !

4 There, like the nightingale, she pours

Her solitary lays ;
Nor asks a witness of her song,
Nor thirsts for human praise.

5 Author and Guardian of my life !

Sweet Source of light divine,
And, — all harmonious names in one, —
My Saviour ! thou art mine !

William Cowper, 1772.

tO«J« Longing for Christ. (S76.)

1 Oh ! could I find from day to day,

A nearness to my God ;
Then should my hours glide sweet away,
And live upon thy 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 O Jesus ! come and rule my heart,

And I 11 be wholly thine ;

And never, never more depart ;

For thou art wholly mine.

4 Thus, till my last expiring breath,

Thy goodness I '11 adore ;
And, when my flesh dissolves in death,
My soul shall love thee more.

Benjamin Cleveland, 1790.

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ASPIRATION.

SWEET HOUR.

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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
Thy wings shall my petition bear, [prayer !
To him, whose truth and faithfulness
Engage the waiting soul to bless :

And, since he 1 ids me seek bis face,
Believe his word, and trust in grace,
I 11 cast on him my every care,
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!

3 Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of
May I thy consolations share, [prayer !
Tili, from Mount Pisgahs lofty height,

I view my home, and take my flight :
This robe of flesh I '11 drop, and ri^e,
To seize the everlasting prize ;
And shout, while passing through tho air.
Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer !
Miss Fanny Crosby, 1849.

4: 1) 1 • The Hour of Prayer. ( 884. )

1 My God ! is any hour so sweet,

From blush of morn to evening star,
As that which calls me to thy feet—
The hour of prayer, the hour of prayer ?

2 Blest is that tranquil hour of morn,

And blest that solemn hour of eve,
When, on the wings of prayer up-borne,
The world 1 leave, — the world I leave.

3 Then is my strength by thee reneweel ;

Then are my sins by thee forgiven ;
Then dost thou cheer my solitude [heaven.
With hopes of heaven, — with hopes of

4 No words can tell what sweet relief,

Here for my every want I find ;
What strength for warfare, balm for grief,
"What peace of mind! what peace of
mind !

5 Hushed is each doubt ; gone, every fear ;

My spirit seems in heaven to stay ;
And ev'n the penitential tear
Is wipeel away, — is wiped away.
G Lorel ! till I reach yon blissful shore,
No privilege so dear shall be,
As thus my inmost soul to pour

In prayer to thee, — in prayer to thee.
Charlotte Elliott, 1851.

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EVENING HYMN

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TtU-* • Retirement and Meditation.

1 My God ! permit me not to be
A stranger to myself and thee;
Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove,
Forgetful of my highest love.

2 Why should my passions mix with earth,
And thus debase my heavenly birth?
"Why should I cleave to things below,
And let my God, my Saviour, go ?

3 Call me away from flesh and sense;

One sovereign word can draw me thence,
I would obey the voice divine,
And all inferior joys resign.

4 Be earth, with all her scenes, withdrawn,
Let nose and vanity be gone;

In secret silence of the mind,
My heaven, and there my God. I find.
Isaac Watts, 1709.

4:0 ») • The Presence of Christ in Heaven. ( 888. )

1 Oh ! for a sweet, inspiring ray,

To animate our fe ble strains,
From the bright realms of endless day, —
The blissful realms, where Jesus reigns!

2 There, low before hh glorious throne,

Adoring saints and angels fall;
And. with delightful worship, own [all.
His smile their bliss, their heaven, their

3 Immortal glories crown his head,

While tuneful hallelujahs rise,
And love, and joy. and triumph spread
Through all th' assemblies of the skies.

He smiles, — and seraphs tune their songs
To boundless rapture, while they gaze;

Ten thousand, thousand joyful tongues
Resound his everlasting praise.

5 There, all the favorites of the Lamb

Shall join at last the heavenly choir:
Oh ! may the joy-inspiring them?,
Awake our faith and warm desire.

6 Dear Saviour ! let thy Spirit seal

Our interest in that blissful place;
Till death remove this mortal veil,
And we behold thy lovely face.

Anne Steele, 1760.

•± O 4» Vision of the great God. ( S90. )

1 Oh ! might I once mount up, and see

The glories of th' eternal skies,
"What, little things these worlds would bo !
How despicable to mine eyes !

2 Had I a glance of thee, my God !

Kingdoms and men would vanish soon,
Vanish, as though I saw them not,
As a dim candle dies at noon.

3 Then they might fight, and rage, and rave;

I should perceive the noise, no more
Than we can hear a shaking leaf,

While rattling thunders round us roar.

4 Great All in all, eternal King !
Let me but view thy lovely face,

And all my powers shall bow, and sing
Thine endless grandeur and thy grace.
Isaac Watts, 1707.

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1 Pleasant are thy courts above,
In the land of light and love;
Pleasant are thy courts below,
In this land of sin and woe :
Oh ! ray spirit longs and faints
For the converse of thy saints,
For the brightness of thy face,
For thy fullness, God of grace !

2 Happy birds, that sing and fly
Round thine altars, O Most High !
Happier souls, that find a rest

In a heavenly Father's breast !

Like the wandering dove, that found

No repose on earth around,

They can to their ark repair,

And enjoy it ever there.

3 Happy souls ! their praises now,
Even in this vale of woe;
"Waters in the desert rise,
Manna feeds them from the skies;

On they go from strength to strength,
Till they reach thy throne at length;
At thy feet adoring fall,
AVho hast led them safe through all.

4 Lord ! be min" this prize to win,
Guide me through a world of sin;
Keep me by thy saving grace,
Give me at thy side a place;

Sun and Shield alike thou art;
Guide and guard my erring heart;
Grace and glory flow from thee,
Shower, Oh ! shower theru, Lord ! on me.
Henry Francis Lyte, 1834.

40O» Christ to live, and Gain to die. ( S9G.)

1 Cheist, of all my hopes the Ground, —

Christ, the Spring of all my joy !
Still in thee may I be found,

Still for thee my powers employ :
Fountain of o 'ernowing grace !

Freely from thy fullness give;
Till I close my earthly race,

May I prove it " Christ to live ! "

2 When I touch the blessed shore,

Back the closing waves shall roll;
Death's dark stream shall never more

Part from thee my ravished soul:
Thus, — Oh ! thus, an entrance give

To the land of cloudless sky;
Having known it "Christ to live,"

Let mo know it, " gain to die."

3 Gain, to part from a'l m}r grief;

Gain, to bid my sins farewell;
Gain, of all my gains the chief,

Ever with the Lord to dwell:
This thy people's portion, Lord!

Ptaee on earth, and bliss on high;
This their ever-sure reward,

"Christ to live, and gain to die ' "

Ralph Ward'aw, 1817.

DIVINE FELLOWSHIP

167

SOLITUDE.

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1 Children of the heavenly King !
As ye journey, sweetly sing ;
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in his works and ways.

2 We are traveling home to God,
In the way the fathers trod ;
They are happy now, and we
Soon their happiness shall see.

3 Shout, ye little flock and blest !
You on Jesus' throne shall rest ;
Thera, your seat is now prepared, -
There 's your kingdom and reward.

4 Fear not, brethren ! joyful stand
On the borders of your land ;
Jesus Christ, your Father's Son,
Bids you undismayed go on.

5 Lor.l ! obediently we go,
Gladly leaving all b low ;
Only thou our Leader be,
And we still will follow thee.

John Cennick, 1742

4cvO« Psalm 23.

1 To thy pastures fair and large,
Heavenly Shepherd ! lead thy charge
And my coach, with tenderest care,
Midst the springing grass prepare.

2 When I faint with summer's heat,
Thou shalt guide my weary feet
To the streams that, still and slow,
Through the verdant meadow flow.

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3 Safe the dreary vale I tread,

By the shades of death o'erspread,
By thy rod and staff supplied, —
This my guarJ, and that my guide.

4 Constant, to my latest end,
Thou my footsteps shalt attend ;
And shalt bid thy hallowed dome
Yield me an eternal home.

James Merrick, 1765, a.

^t" v» Leaning on Christ's Arm.

1 Jesus, merciful and mild !
Lead me as a helpless child ;
On no other arm but thine,
Would my weary soul recline.

2 Thou canst fit me, by thy grace,
For the heavenly dwelling-place ;
All thy promises are sure,

Ever shall thy love endure.

3 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.

4 Jesus, Saviour all divine !

Hast thou made me truly thine ?
Hast thou bought me by thy blood?
Reconciled my heart to God ?

o Hearken to my tender prayer,
Let me thine own image bear ;
Let me love thee more and more,
Till I reach heaven's blissful shore.

Thomas Hastings, 1858.

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1 Rise, my soul ! and stretch thy wings,

Thy better portion trace ;
Rise, from transitory things,

Towards heaven, thy native place ;
Sua, and moon, and stars decay,

Time shall soon this earth remove ;
Rise, my soul ! and haste away,

To seats prepared above.

2 Rivers to the ocean run,

Nor stay in all their course ;
Fire ascending seeks the sun ;

Both speed them to their source :
So a soul, that :s bora of God,

Pants to vi3\r his glorious face ;
Upward tends to his abode,

To rest in his embrace.

3 Cease, ye pilgrims ! cease to mourn,

Press onward to the prize ;
Soon o it Saviour will return,

Triumphant in the skies :
Yet a season, —and you know,

Happy entrance will be given.
All our sorrows left below,

And earth exchanged or heaven.

Robert Seagrave, 1748, a.

471

" Christ and him crucified."
] Vain, delusive world ! action !
With all of creature good ;
Only Jesus I pursue,

Who bought me with his blood

(90S.)

All thy pleasures I forego :

All thy pomps, thy wealth and pride ;
Only Jesus will I know,

And Jesus, crucified.

Other knowledge I disdain ;

'T is all but vanity :
Christ, the Lamb of God, was slain ;-

He tasted death for me :
Me to save ftom endless woe,

Christ, th' a'oning Victim died :
Only Jesus will I know,

And Jesus, crucified.

Him to know is life and peace,

And pleasure without end ;
This is all my happiness,

On Jesus to depend ;
Daily in his grace to grow,

Ever in his faith abide ;
Only Jesus will I know,

And J.sus, crucifie \

Him, in all my works, I seek,

Who hung upon the tree :
Only of his \ov? I speak,

Who freely died for mo :
While I sojourn here below,

Nothing will I seek be.oi'^e :
Only Jesus will I know,

And Jesus, crucified.

Charles Wesley, 1742,

BETHANY.

DIVINE FELLOWSHIP.

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Lowell Mason, 1859.

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Nearer to God.

1 Nearer, my God ! to thee, —

Nearer to thee ;
Ev'n though it be a cross

That raiseth me,
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God! to thee, —

Nearer to thee.

2 Though like the wanderer,

The sun gone down,
Da kness 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 appear,

Steps unto heaven ;
All that thou send'st to me,

In mercy given ;
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 '11 raise ;
So by my woes to be
Nearer, my God ! to thee, —

Nearer to thee.

5 Or if, on joyful wing,

Cleaving the sky,

(911.)

Sun, moon and stars forgot,

Upward I fly,
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God ! to thee, —

Nearer to thee.

Mrs. Sarah Flower Adc.ms, 1841.

473.

Closer with God.

(912.

Saviour ! I follow on,

Guided by thee,
Seeing not yet the hand

That leadeth me ;
Hushed be my heart and still,
Fear I no further ill,
Only to meet thy will

My will shall be.

Biven the rock for me,

Thirst to relieve ;
Manna from heaven falls

Fresh every eve ;
Never a want severe
Causeth my eye a tear,
But thou dost whisper near,

"Only believe. '

Saviour ! I lono: to walk

Closer with thee ;
Led by thy guiding hand

Ever to be ;
Constantly near thy side,
Quickened and purified,
Living for him who died

Freely for me !

Charles S. Robinson, W,2.

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1 Guids mc, 0 thou great Jehovah !

Pilgrim through this barren land;
I am weak, but thou art mighty ;
Hold me with thy powerful hand:

Bread of heaven !
Feed me now and evermore.

2 Open now the crystal fountain,

Whence the healing streams do flow;
Let the fiery cloudy pillar

Lead me all my journey through:

Strong Deliverer !
Be thou still my Strength and Shield.

3 When I tread the verge of Jordan,

Bid my anxious fears subside ;
Death of deaths, and hell's destruction !
Land me safe on Canaan's side:

Songs of praises,
I will ever give to thee.

William Williams, 1774.

^t • v • Jesus, the great Deliverer.

1 Jesus, Lord of life and glory !

B.md froai heaven thy gracious ear;
While our waiting souls adore thee,
Friend of helpless sinners! hear;

By thy mercy,
Oh ! deliver us, good Lord !

2 Taught by thine unerring Spirit,

Boldly we draw nigh to God,
Only in thy spotless merit,

Only through thy precious blood:

By thy mercy,
Oh ! deliver us, good Lord !

(914.)

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3 From the depth of nature's blindness,

From the hardening power of sin,
From all malice and unkindness,
From the pride that lurks within,

By thy mercy,
Oh ! deliver us, good Lord !

4 When temptation sorely presses,

In the day of Satan's power,
In our times of deep distresses,
In each dark and trying hour,

By thy mercy,
Oh ! deliver us, good Lord !

James J. Cummins, 1840.

4/0. Triune Guidance. (915.)

1 Lead us, heavenly Father ! lead us

O'er the world's tempestuous sea;
Guard us, guide us, keep us, feed us,

For we have no help but thee;
Yet 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 fe^l its keenest woe;
Lone and dreary, faint and weary,

Through the desert thou didst go.

3 Spirit of our God ! descending,

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.

James F.dmtston, 1820.

SEYMOUR.

DIVINE GRACE. 171

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" ^IsA-, and ye s/ia/Z receive." ( 916.)

1 Come, my soul ! thy suit prepare ;
Jesus loves to answer prayer ;

He himself has bid thee pray,
Therefore will not say thee nay.

2 Thou art coming to a King,
Large petitions with thee bring ;
For his grace and power are such,
None can ever ask too much.

3 With my burden I begin,
Lord ! remove this load of sin ;
Let thy blood, for sinners spilt,
Set my conscience free from guilt.

4 Lord ! I come to thee for rest,
Take possession of my breast ;
Tnere thy blood-bought light maintain,
And without a rival reign.

5 While I am a pilgrim here,
Let thy love my spirit cheer ;

A. s my Guide, my Guard, my Friend,
Lead me to my journey's end.

6 Show me what I have to do,
Every hour my strength renew ;
Let me live a life of faith.

Let me die thy people's death.

John yew ton, 1779.

47S.

The Mercy-Seat.

1 Lord! I cannot let thee go,
Till a blessing thou bestow ;
Do not turn away thy faie,
Mine 's an urgent, pressing case.

(017.)

(918.)

2 Once a sinner, near despair,
Sought thy mercy-seat by prayer ;
Mercy heard and set him free ;
Lord ! that mercy came to me.

3 Thou hast helped in every need ;
This emboldens me to plead ;
After so much mercy past.
Canst thou let me sink at last ?

4 No ; I must maintain my hold ;

'T is thy goodness makes me bold ;

I can no denial take,

When I plead for Jesus' sake.

John Newton, 1779.

"* • & • The Image of God.

1 Father of eternal grace !

Glorify thyself in me ;
Meekly beaming in my face,
May the world thine image see.

2 Happy only in thy love,

Poor, unfriended, or unknown ;
Fix my thoughts on things above,
Stay my heart on thee alone.

3 Humble, holy, all-resigned

To thy will, -thy will be done ! —
Give me, Lord ! the perfect mind
Of thy well-beloved Son.

4 Counting gain and glory loss,

May I tread the path he trod ;
Die with Jesus on the cross,
Rise with him, to thee, my God !

James Montgomery, 180R.

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4:Oi), The Christian's Life- Work. ( 922. ;

1 A charge to keep I have,

A God to glorify;
A never-dying soul to save,
And fit it for the sky: —

2 To r.erve the present age,

My calling to fulfill,—
Oh ! 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, Oh ! thy servant, Lord ! prepare
A strict account to give.

4 Help me to watch and pray,

And on thyself rely ;
Assured, if I my trust betray,
I shall for ever die.

Charles Wesley, 1762.

*to 1 • The Throne of Grace.

1 Behold the throne of grace !

The promise calls me near;
There Jesus shows a smiling face,
And waits to answer prayer.

2 That rich atoning blood,

Which sprinkled round I see,
Provides, for those who come to God,
An all-prevailing plea.

3 My soul ! ask what thou wilt;

Thou canst not be too bold;
Since his own blood for thee he spilt,
What else can he withhold ?

(923.)

4 Thine image, Lord ! bestow,

Thy presence and thy love;

I ask to serve thee here below,

And reign with thee above.

5 Teach me to live by faith;

Conform my will to thine;
Let me victorious be in death,
And then in glory shine.

John Newton, 1779.

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1 Our heavenly Father ! hear

(924.)

The prayer we offer now; —
" Thy name be hallowed far and near !
To thee all nations bow !

2 " Thy kingdom come ! — thy will

On earta be done in love,
As saints and seraphim fulfill
Thy perfect law above !

3 ' ' Our daily bread supply,

Wbile, by thy word, we live;
The guilt of our iniquity
Forgive, as we forgive.

4 "From dark temptation's power,—

From Satan's wiles defend;
Deliver in the evil hour,
And guide us to the end.

5 "Thine, then, for ever be

Glory and power divine !
The sceptre, throne, and majesty
Of heaven and earth are thine."

James Montgomery, 1825.

DIVINE GRACE.

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1 0 thou, to whose all-searching sight
Tho darkness shineth as the light !

S. arch, prove my heart ; it pants for thee
Oh ! burst these bonds, and set it free.

2 Wash out its stains, refine its dross ;
Nail my affections to the cross ;
Hallow each thought ; let all within
Be clean, as thou, my Lord ! art clean.

3 If in this darksome wild I stray,

Be thou my Light, be thou my Way;

No foes, no violence I fear,

No fraud, while thou, my God, art near.

4 When rising floods my soul o'erfiow,
When sinks my heart in waves of woe,
Jesus ! thy timely aid impart,

And raise my head and cheer my heart.

5 Saviour ! where'er thy steps I see,
Dauntless, untired, I follow thee ;
Oh ! let thy hand support me still,
And lead me to thy holy hill.

From Ger. of Gerhard Tersteegen, 1731.

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" Ask what thou wilt ! " ( 9S1.

And dost thou say, " Ask what thou wilt ?'

Lord ! I would seize the golden hour ;
I pray to be released from guilt,

And freed from sin and Satan's power.

More of thy presence, Lord ! impart ;

More of thine image let me bear ;
Erect thy throne within my hpart,

And reign without a rival there.

3 Give me to read my pardon scaled,

And from thy joy to draw my strength ;
To have thy bounelless love revested,
In all its height and breadth and length.

4 Grant these requests ;— I ask no more,

But to thy care the rest resign ;
Sick, or in health, or rich, or poor,
All shall be well, if thou art mine.

John Newton, 1770.

^roO* Coming to the Mercy-Seat. ( 932.)

1 What various hindrances we meet
In coming to a mercy-seat !

Yet who, that krows the worth of prayer,
But wishes to be often there ?

2 Prayer makes the darkened clouel with-

draw ;
Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw ;
Gives exercise to faith and love ;
Brings every blessing from above.

3 Bestraining prayer, we cease to fight ;
Prayer makes the Christian's armor
Ancl Satan trembles when he sees [bright ;
The weakest saint upon his knees.

4 Have you no words ? ah ! think again ;
Words flow apace, when you complain,
And fill your fellow-creature's ear
With the sad tale of all your care.

5 Were half the breath, thus vainly spent,
To heaven in supplication sent,

Your cheerful song would oftener be.
" Hear what the Lord las done for me!"

William Cowper, 1772.

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1 Prayer is the soul's sincere desire,

Uttered or unexpressed ;
The motion of a hidden fire,
That trembles in the breast.

2 Prayer is tin burden of a sigh,

The falling of a tear,
The upward glancing of an eye,
When none but God is near.

3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech,

That infant lips can try;
Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach
The Majesty on high.

4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath,

The Christian's native air :
His watchword at the gates of death :
He enters heaven with prayer.

5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice,

Returning from his ways ;
While angels in their songs rejoice,
And cry — " Behold he prays !"

G O thou, by whom we come to God, —
The Life, the Truth, the Way !
The path of prayer thyself hast trod ;
Lord ! teach us how to pray.

James Montgomery, 1819.

4:0 i • A clean Heart. ( »3«.)

1 Oh ! for a heart to praise my God, —
A heart from sin set free ;
A heart that always feels thy blood
So freely spilt tor me !

2 A heart resigned, submissive, meek,

My dear Redeemer's throne ;
Where only Christ is heard to speak,
Where Jesus reigns alone ! —

3 An humble, lowly, contrite heart,

Believing, true, and clean,
Which neither life nor death can part
From him that dwells within ! —

4 A heart in every thought renewed,

And filled with love divine ;
Perfect, and right, and pure, and good ;
A copy, Lord. ! of thine.

5 Thy nature, gracious Lord ! impart ;

Come quickly from above ;
Write thy new name upon my heart, -
Thy new, best name of love.

Charles Wesley, 174-2.

Psalm 119.

488.

1 Oh ! that thy statutes every hour

Might dwell upon my mind :
Thence I derive a quickening power,
And daily peace I find.

2 To meditate thy precepts, Lord !

Shall be my sweet employ;
My soul shall ne'er forget thy word ;—
Thy word is all my joy.

3 How would I run in thy commands,

If thou my heart discharge
From sin and Satan's hateful chains,
And set my feet at large !

Isaac Watfs, 17V.

(»37.)

BROWN.

DIVINE GRACE. 175

C. M. William B. Bradbury, 1840.

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1 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,

Aud 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 my 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 commands,
And trust thy pardoning grace.

5 Now I am thine, for ever thine,

Oh ! save thy servant, Lord !
Thou art my Shield, my Hiding-Place,
My hope is in thy word.

6 Thou hast inclined this heart of mine

Thy statutes to fulfill ;
And thus, till mortal life shall end,
Would I perform thy will.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

490.

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2 Help us, through good report and ill,

Our daily cross to bear ;
Like thee, to do our Father's will,
Our brethren'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 jojT shall at thy bidding fly,

And grief 's dark day come on,

We, in our turn, would meekly cry,

"Father ! thy will be done ! "

John H. Gurney, 1838.

491.

Purity cf Heart and Life.

(944.)

" Thy Will be done."

1 Loed ! as to thy dear cross we flee,
And plead to be forgiven,
So let thy life our pattern be,
And form our souls for heaven.

(940.)

1 Oh ! may my heart, by grace renewed,

Be my Eedeemers throne ;
And be my stubborn will subdued,
His government to own.

2 Let deep repentance, faith, and love,

B 3 j oined with godly fear ; «

And all my conversation prove
My heart to be sincere.

3 Preserve me from the snares of sin,

Through my remaining days ;
And in me let each virtue shine
To my Kedeemer's praise.

4 Let lively hope my soul inspire ;

Let warm affections rise ;
And may I wait with strong desire,
To mount above the skies !

John Fawcett, 1782.

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4: tf £ • Walking with God.

1 Oh ! 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 achiug void,
The world can never fill.

4 Return, 0 holy Dove ! return,

Sweet Messenger of rest !
I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from my breast.

5 The dearest idol I have known,

Whato'er that idol be,
Help me to tear it from thy throne,
» And worship only thee.

6 So shall my wane be close with God,

Calm and serene my rrame ;
So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.

(045.)

William Cowper, 1772.
Past Joys recalled. (:)48. )

493.

1 Sweet was the time, when first I felt
The Saviour's pardoning blood,
Applied to cleanse my soul from guilt,
And bring me home to God.

2 Soon as the morn the light revealed,

His praises tuned my tongue ;
And, when the evening shade prevailed,
His love was all my song.

3 In prayer, my soul drew near the Lord,

And saw his glory shine ;
And, when I read his holy word,
I called each promise mine.

4 But now, when evening shade prevails,

My soul in darkness mourns ;
And, when the morn the bight reveals,
No light to me returns.

5 Rise, Saviour! -help me to prevail,

And make my soul thy care ;
I know thy mercy cannot fail, —
Let me that mercy share.

John Newton, 1779: v. 5, a.

494.

Psalm 90.

(947.)

1 Return. O God of love ! return ;

Earth is a tiresome place :
How long shall we, thy children, mourn
Our absence from thy face ?

2 Let heaven succeed our painful years,

Let sin and sorrow cease ;

And, in proportion to our tears,

So make our joys increase.

3 Thy wonders to thy servants show,

Make thine own work complete ;
Then shall our souls thy glory know,
And own thy love was great.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

SPIRITUAL TROUBLE. 177

DUNDEE. ("FRENCH.) CM. Andre Hart's " Psalter," 1C13.

Why should the children of a King Go mourning all their day:;?

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tvOi The witnessing and sealing Spirit. ( f)54. )

1 "Why should the children of a King

Go mourning all their days?
Great Comforter ! descend, and bring
Some tokens of thy grace.

2 Dost thou not dwell in all the saints,

And seal the h irs of heaven?
"When wilt thou banish my complaints,
And show my sins forgiven ?

3 Assure my conscience of her part

In the Redeemer's blood ;
And bear thy witness with my heart,
That I am born of God.

4 Thou art the Earnest of his love,

The Pledge of joys to come :
And thy soft wings, celestial Dove !
Will safe convey me home.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

*wOi Repentance at the Cross. (955.)

1 Oh! if my soul were formed for woe,

How would I vent my sighs ?
Repentance should like rivers flow,
From both my streaming eyes.

2 'T was for my sins, my dearest Lord

Hung on the cursed tree,
And groaned away a dying life
For thee, my soul ! for thee.

3 Oh ! how I hate those lusts of mine,

That crucified my God, — [flesh

Those sins, that pierced and nailed his
Fast to the fatal wood !

4 Yes, my Redeemer ! they shall die,

My heart has so decreed,
Nor will I spare the guilty things
That made my Saviour bleed.

5 Whilst with a melting broken heart,

My murdered Lord I view,
I '11 raise revenge against my sins,
And slay the murderers too.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

497.

Love to the Creatures.

(956»)

1 How vain are all things here below,

How false, and yet how fair !
Each pleasure hath its poison too,
And every sweet a snare.

2 The brightest things below the sky

Give but a flattering light ;
"We should suspect some danger nigh,
Where we possess delight,

3 Our dearest joys, and nearest friends,

The partners of our blood,
How they divide our wavering minds,
And leave but half for God !

4 The fondness of a creature's love, —

How strong it strikes the sense !
Thither th? warm affections move,
Nor can we call them thence.

5 Dear Saviour ! 1 t thy beauties be

My soul's eternal food;
And grace command my heart away
From all created good.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

178

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TRIBULATION.

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1 Sweet peace of conscience,

guest !

Come, fix thy mansion in my breast;
Dispel my doubts, my fears control,
And heal the anguish of my soul.

2 Come, smiling hope, and joy sincere !
Come, make your constant dwelling here ;
Still let your presence cheer my heart,
Nor sin compel you to depart.

3 Thou God of hope and peace divine !
Oh ! make these sacred pleasures mine;
Forgive my sins, my fears remove,
And send the tokens of thy love.

4 Then should mine eyes, without a tear,
See death with all his terrors near;
My heart should then in death rejoice,
And raptures tune my faltering voice.

Oltiwell Heginbotham, 1768.

4: 0 *)• The inconstant Heart. ( 970.)

1 Ah ! wretched, vile, ungrateful heart !
That can from Jesus thus depart;
Thus, fond of trifles, vainly rove,
Forgetful of a Saviour's love !

2 In vain I charge my thoughts to stay,
And chide each vanity away;

There 's naught beneath a power divine,
That can this roving heart confine.

3 Jesis! to thee I would return,

At thy dear feet, repentant, mourn ;
There let me view thy pardoning love,
And never from thy sight remove.

4 Oh ! let thy love, with sweet control,
Bind all the passions of my soul ;
Bid every vanity depart,
And dwell for ever in my heart.

Anne Steele, 1760.

ei"vF« An interceding Saviour. (971.)

1 0 thou, the contrite sinner's Friend,
Who loving, lov st them to the end !
On this alone my hopes depend.

That thou wilt plead for me, — for me.

2 When, weary in the Christian race,
Far off appears my resting-place,
And fainting I mistrust thy grace,

Then, Saviour ! plead for me, - for me.

3 When I have erred, and gone astray,
Afar from thine and wisdom's way,
And see no glimmering guiding ray,

Still, Saviour ! plead for me, — for me.

4 When Satan, by my sins made bold,
Strives from thy cross to loose my hold,
Then, with thy pitying arms, enfold,

And plead, Oh ! plead for me,— for me.

5 And, when my dying hour draws near,
Darkened with anguish, guilt, and fear,
Then to my fainting Fight appear,

Pleading in heaven for me, — for me.

G When the full light of heavenly day
Reveals my sins in dread array,
Say. thou hast washed tliem all away;
Oh I say, thou plead'st for me. — for me.
Otartotte Elliott, M87.

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SPIRITUAL TROUBLE. 17Q

L. M. From Ludtoig ran Beethoven, 1770-1827.

Return, my rov-iog heart! ra-tnra, And chase these shadowy forms no more,

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Oil 1 • Communing J/-i7/< Re i/ear/. (967. )•

1 Return, my roving heart ! return, [more,

And chase these shadowy forms no
Seek out some solitude, to mourn,
And thy Jorsaken God implore.

2 And thon, my God ! whose piercing eye

Distinct surveys each deep recess,
In these abstracted hours draw nigh,
And with thy presence fill the place.

3 Thr >ugh all the mazes of my heart,

My search let heavenly wisdom guide,
And still its radiant beams impart,
Till all b 3 searched and purified.

4 Then, with the visits of thy love,

Vouchsafe my inmost soul to cheer ;
Till every grace shall join to prove,
That God has fixed his dwelling there.

Philip Doddridge, 1740.

9"m» The Spirit's gracious Return.

1 And will th' offended God again
Return and dwell with sinful men ?
Will he, within this bosom, raise
A living temple to his praise?

Reason and conscience shall submit,
And pay their homage at thy feet;
To thee I '11 consecrate my heart,
And bid each rival thence depart.

Samuel Stennett, 1787.

(972.)

969.]

2 The joyful news transports my breast:
All hail ! I cry. thou heavenly Gu- st !
Lift up your heads, ye powers within !
And let the King of glory in.

3 E iter with all thy heavenly train;
Here live, and here for ever reign;
Thy sceptre o'er my passions sway;
Let love command, and I '11 obey.

OvmJo Believing against Hope.

' 1 Away, my unbeliving fear !

Fear shall in me no more have place;
My Saviour doth not yet appear;

He hides the brightness of his face:
But shall I, therefore, let him go,

And basely to the tempter yield ?
No, in the strength of Jesus, no;

I never will give up my shield.

Although the vine its fruit deny,

Although the olive yield no oil,
The withering fig-tree droop and die,

The field ( lude the tiller's toil,
The empty stall no herd afford,

And perish all the bleating race, —
Yet will I triumph in the Lord, —

The God of my salvation praise.

In hope, believing against hope,

Jesus rr.y Lord and God I claim ;
Jesus, my Strength, shall lift me up ;

Salvation is in Jesus' name:
To me he soon shall bring it nigh;

My soul shall then outstrip the wind,
On wings of love mount up on high,

And leave the world and sin behind.
Charles Wesley, 1742.

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Watch and pray.

1 My soul ! be on thy guard ;

Ten thousand foes arise ;
And hosts of sins are pressing hard,
To draw the 3 from the skies.

2 Oh ! 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 once at ease sit down ;
Thy arduous work will not be done,
Till thou obtain the crown.

4 Fight on, my soul ! till death

Shall bring thee to thy God ;
He '11 take thee, at thy parting breath,
Up to his blest abode.

George Heath, 1806.

OilO. Psalm 25. (061.)

1 Mine eyes and my desire

Are ever to the Lord ;
I love to plead his promises,
And rest upon his word.

2 Turn, turn thee to my soul,

Bring thy salvation near ;
"When will thy hand release my feet
Out of the deadly snare ?

3 When shall the sovereign grace

Of my forgiving God
Restore me, from those dangerous ways,
My wandering feet have trod?

(062.)

4 With every morning's light,

My sorrow new begins ;
Look on my anguish and my pain,
And pardon all my sins.

5 Oh ! keep my soul from death,

Nor put my hope to shame ;
For I have placed my only trust
In my Redeemer's name.

6 With humble faith I wait

To see thy face again ;
Of Israel it shall ne'er be said,
"He sought the Lord in vain."

Isaac Watts, 1719.

O" O* Baekslidings lamented.

1 O Jesus, full of grace !

To thee I make my moan ;
Let me again behold thy face ;
Call home thy banished one.

2 Again my pardon seal,

Again my soul restore,
And freely my baekslidings heal,
And bid me sin no more.

3 Wilt thou not bid me rise ?

Speak, and my soul shall live ;
Forgive, my gasping spirit cries, —
Abundantly forgive.

4 Thine utmost mercy show ;

Say to my drooping soul, —
"In peace and full assurance go ;
Thy faith hath made thee whole."

Charles Wesley, lT.'.c.

AFFLICTIONS.

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1 Gently, Lord ! Oh ! gently lead us

Through this louely vale of tears ;
Through the changes thou *st decreed us,
Till our last great change appears.

2 When tempt ition's darts assail us,

When in devious paths we stray,
Let thy goodness never fail us,
Lead us in thy perfect way.

3 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.

4 And, when mortal life is ended,

Bid us on thy bosom rest,

Till, by angel bands attended,

We awake among the blest.

Thomas Hastings, 1831.

OU^« Onward and upward. (982.)

1 Take, ray soul ! 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 ;

What a Father's smile is thine ■
What a Saviour died to win thee !

Child of heaven, shouldst thou repine?

2 Haste, then, on from grace (o 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 thine earthly mission,
Swift shall pass thy pilgrim days,

Hope soon change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.
Henry Francis Lyte, 1829

509.

Sorrow turned to Joy.

(985.)

1 0 my soul, ! what means this sadness ?

Wherefore art thou thus cast down ?
Let thy griefs be turned to gladness,
Bid thy restless fears begone ;

Look to Jesus,
And rejoice in his dear name.

2 Though ten thousand ills beset thee,

From without and from within,

Jesus saith, he '11 ne'er forget thee,

But will save from hell and sin :

He is faithful
To perform his gracious word.

3 Though distresses now attend thee,

And thou tread'st the thorny road ;
His right hand shall still defend thee ;
Soon he '11 bring thee home to God ;

Therefore praise him, —
Praise the great Redeemer's name.

4 Oh ! that I could now adore him,

Like the heavenly hosts above,
WTho for ever bow before him,
And unceasing sing his love !

Happy songsters !
When shall I your chorus join ?

John Fawcett. 1782.

182

TRIBULATION.

PORTUGUESE HYMN.

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Attributed to Joint Reading, 1760.

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1 How firm a foundation, ye saints of the

Lord!
Is laid for your faith, in his excellent

word ! [hath said,

"What more can he say, than to you he
You, who unto Jesus for refuge have fled ?

2 "Fear not, I am with thee, Oh! be not

dismayed ;
I, I am thy God, and will ' still give thee

aid ; [thee to stand,

I '11 strengthen thee, help thee, and cause
Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent

hand.

3 When, through the deep waters, I call

thee to go,
The rivers of woe shall not thee overflow;
For I will be with thee, thy trouble to

bless,
And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.

4 When through fiery trials thy pathway

shall lie, [ply ;

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The flame shall not hurt thee ; 1 only

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prove
My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love :
And, when hoary hairs shall their temples

adorn, [be borne.

Like lambs they shall still in my bosom

6 The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for

repose,

I will not, I will not desert to his foes ;

That soul, though all hell should endeav-
or to shake, [sake."

I '11 never, — no, never, — no, never for-
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Oil. The Home above. (991.)

1 My rest is in heaven, my rest is not here,
Then why should I murmur when trials

appear ?
Be lmshed, my dark spirit ! the worst

that can come, [thee home.

But shortens thy journey, and hastens

2 It is not for me to be seeking my blips,
And building my hopes in a region like

this ;
I ask not my portion, I seek not my rest,
Till I find them, 0 Lord! in thy shelter-
ing breast.

Henry Francis Lyte, 183:5.

AFFLICTIONS

180

HORTON.

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1 Cast thy burden on the Lord,
Only lean upon his word ;

Thou wilt soon have cause to bless
His eternal faithfulness.

2 He sustains thee by his hand,
He enables thee to stand ;

Those, whom Jesus once hath loved,
From his grace are never moved.

3 Heaven and earth may pass away,
God's free grace shall not decay ;
He hath promised to fulfill

All the pleasure of his will.

4 Jesus ! Guardian of thy flock,
Be thyself our constant Rock ;
Make us, by thy powerful hand,
Strong as Sion's mountain stand.

Rowland Hill, 1783.

513.

The Christian Soldier cheered.

1001.)

1 Much in sorrow, oft in woe,
Onward, Christians ! onward go ;
Fight the fight ; and, worn with strife,
Steep with tears the bread of life.

2 Onward, Christians ! onward go ;
Join the war, and face the foe ;
Faint not : — much doth yet remain ;
Dreary is the long campaign.

3 Shrink not, Christians! will yo yield?
Will ye quit the painful fi< Id ?

Will ye flee in danger's hour ?
Know ye not your Captain's power?

(1000.)

4 Let your drooping hearts be glad ;
March, in heavenly armor clad ;
Fight, nor think the battle long ;
Victory soon shall tune your song.

o Let not sorrow dim your eye ;
Soon shall every tear be dry ;
Let not woe your course impede ;
Great your strength, if great your need.

6 Onward, then ; to battle move ;

More than conquerors ye shail prove ;
Though opposed by many a foe,
Christian soldiers ! onward go.

First 10 lines, Henry Kirke White, 1S06.
Completed by Fanny Fuller Maitland, 1827.

0 -L T> All-sufficient Grace.

1 Wait, my soul ! upon the Lord,

To his gracious promise flee,
Laying hold upon his word, —

"As thy days thy s.rength shall be."

2 If the sorrows of thy case

Seem peculiar still to thee,
God has promised needful grace ;
' ' As thy days thy strength shall be. "

3 Days of trial, days of grief,

In succession thou mayest see ;
This is still thy sweet relief ,-

' ' As thy days thy strength shall be. ''

4 Rock of ages ! I 'm secure,

With thy promise, full and free,
Faithful, positive, and sure, —

"As thy days thy strength shall be."
William F. Lloyd, 1835,

184,

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(1004.)

515.

1 My faith looks up to thee,
Thou Lamb of Calvary,

Saviour divine !
Now hoar me while I pray,
Take all my guilt away,
Oh ! let me, from this day,

Be wholly thine !

2 May thy rich grace impart
Strength to my fainting heart;

My zeal inspire;
As thou hast died for me,
Oh ! may my love to thee
Pure, warm, and changeless be,

A living fire !

3 While life's dark maze I tread,
And griefs around me spread,

Be thou my Guide;
Bid darkness turn to day,
Wipe sorrow's tears away,
Nor let me ever stray

From thee aside.

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;
Oh! bear me safe above,

A ransomed soul !

Ray Palmer, 1830.

01 6. Jesus, Allin All.

1 Jesus ! thy name I love,
All other names above,

Jesus, my Lord !
Oh! thou art all to me;
Nothing to please I see,
Nothing apart from thee,

Jesus, my Lord !

2 Thou, blessed Son of God !
Hast bought me with thy blood,

Jesus, my Lord !
Oh ! how great is thy love,
All other loves above, —
Love that I daily prove,

Jesus, my Lord !

3 When unto thee I flee,
Thou wilt my Refuge be,

Jesus, my Lord !
What need I now to fear ?
What earthly grief or care ?
Since thou art ever near,

Jesus, my Lord !

4 Soon thou wilt come again;
I shall be happy then,

Jesus, my Lord !
Then thine own face I '11 see,
Then I shall like thee be,
Then evermore with thee,

Jesus, my Lord !

(1005.)

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1 My Jesus ! as thou wilt !

Oh ! may thy will be mine;
Into thy hand of love

I 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 Jesus ! as thou wilt !

Though seen through many a tear,
Let not my star of hope

Grow dim or disappear:
Since thou on earth hast wept,

And sorrowed oft alone,
If I must weep with thee,

My Lord ! thy will be done!

3 Iffy Jesus! as thou wilt !

If loved ones must d' part,
Suffer not sorrow's flood

To overwhelm my heart:
For they are blest with thee;

Their race and conflict won;
Let me but follow them ;

My Lord ! thy will be done !

( 1006.)

(1007.)

i My Jesus ! a^ thou wilt !
All shall be well for me;
Each changing future scene

I gladly trust with thee;
Straight to my home above

I travel calmly on.
And sing, in life or death, —
My Lord ! thy will be done !

Ger., Benjamin Schmolke, 1716.
Tr., Jane Borthwick, 1854.

0 1 O • TltyWay, not mine.

1 Thy way, not mine, O Lord !

However dark it be !
Lead me by thine own hand;

Choose out the path for me;
I dare not choose my lot;

I would not, if I might;
Choose thou for me, my God !

So shall I walk aright.

2 Choose thou for me my friends,

My sickness or my health;
Choose thou my cares for me,

My poverty or wealth :
Not mine, — not mine, —the choice,

In things or great or small;
Be thou my Guide, my Strength,

My Wisdom, and my All.

Horatius Bonar, 185

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1 My soul ! repeat his praise,

Whose mercies are so great ;
Whose anger is so slow to rise,
So ready to abate.

2 God will not always chide ;

And, when his strokes are felt,
His strokes are fewer than our crimes,
And lighter than our guilt.

3 High as the heavens are raised

Above the ground we tread,
So far the riches of his grace
Our highest thoughts exceed.

4 His power subdues our sins,

And his forgiving love,
Far as the east is from the west,
Doth all our guilt remove.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

520.

God's Hand in Sorrow.

(1018.)

1 It is thy hand, my God !

My sorrow comes from thee ;
I bow beneath thy chastening rod,
'T is love that bruises me.

2 I would not murmur, Lord !

Before thee I am dumb ; [word.

Lest I should breat e one murm'ring
To thee for help I come.

3 My God ! thy name is Love ;

A Father's hand is thine ;
With tearful eyes I look above.
And cry, " Thy will be mine!"

4 I know thy will is right,

Though it may seem severe ;

Thy path is still unsullied light,

Though dark it may appear,

5 Jesus for me hath died ;

Thy Son thou didst not spare ;
His pierced hands, his bleeding side,
Thy love for me declare.

G Here my poor heart can rest ;
My God ! it cleaves to thee ;
Thy will is love ; thine end is blest ;
All work for good to me.

James George Deck, 1843.

*} fc 1 • Burdens cast on God. (1020.)

1 How gentle God's commands !

How kind his precepts are ! —
" Come, cast your burdens on the Lord,
And trust his constant care."

2 While Providence supports.

Let saints securely dwell;
That hand, which bears all nature up,
Shall guile his children well.

J Why should this anxious load
Press down your weary mind ?
Hast ^ to your heavenly Father's throne,
And sweet refreshment find.

4 His goodness stands approved,
Down to the present day:
I 11 drop my burden at his feet,
And bear his song away.

J 'hit if Doddridge, 1740.

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AFFLICTIONS.

S. M.

187

From Hans G. NageU, 1773-183f>.
Adapted by LoweU Mason, l»4y.

Importunity. ( 1023.)

1 Jesus, who knows full well

The heart of every saiut,
Iuvites us, all our grief to tell,
To pray and never faint.

2 He bows his gracious ear, —

We never plead in vain ;
Then let us wait till he appear,
And pray, and pray again.

3 Jesus, the Lord, will hear

His chosen when they cry ;
Yes, though he may awhile forbear
He '11 help them from on high.

4 Then let us earnest cry,

And never faint in prayer ;
He sees, he hears, and, from on high,
Will make our cause his care.

John Newton, 1779, a.

U«d| " Befiehl du deine Wege." (1021.)

1 Commit thou all thy griefs

And ways into his hands,
To his sure truth and tender care,
Who earth and heaven commands.

2 Give to the winds thy fears !

Hope, and be undismayed ;
God hears thy i ighs and counts thy tears,
God shall lift up thy head.

3 Through waves, and clouds, and storms,

He gently clears thy way :
Wait thou his time : so shall this night
Soon end in joyous day.

(1022.)

4 What, though thou rulestnot?

Yet heaven, and earth and hell,
Proclaim, — God sitteth on the throne,
And ruleth all things well.

5 Leave to his sovereign sway

To choose, and to command ;
So shalt thou wondering own, his way
How wise, how strong his hand !

Ger., Paul Gerhardt, 1GG6.
Tr., John Wesley, 17C9.

*J "• *"• The Cross and Crown.

1 Oh ! what, if we are Christ's,

Is earthly shame or loss ?
Bright shall the crown of glory be,
When we have borne the cross.

2 Keen was the trial once,

Bitter the cup ot woe.
When martyred paints, baptized in blocd,
Christ's sufferings shared below.

3 Bright is their glory now,

Boundless their joy above,
Where, on the bosom of their God,
They rest in perfect love.

4 Lord ! may that grace be ours,

Like them, in faith, to bear
All that of sorrow, grief, or pain
May be our portion here.

5 Enough, if thou at last

The word of blessing give,
And let us rest beneath thy feet,
Where saints and angels live.

Henry W. Baker, 1852.

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Lowell Mason, 1836.

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1 Father ! whate'er of earthly bliss

Thy sovereign hand 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 let me live to thee.

3 Let the sweet hope, that thou art mine,

My path of life attend ;
Thy presence through my journey shine,
And bless its happy end."

Anne Steele, 1760.

& A U • Submission. ( 1 029. )

1 O Lord ! my best desire fulfill,

And help me to resign
Life, health, and comfort to thy will,
And make thy pleasure mine.

2 Why should I shrink at thy command,

Whose love forbids my fears ?
Or tremble at the gracious hand
That wipes away my tears ?

3 No ! let me rather freely yield

What most I prize to thee.
Who never hast a good withheld,
Or wilt withhold, from me.

4 Thy favor, all my journey through,

Thou art engaged to grant ;
What else I want, or think I do,
'T is better still to want.

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Wisdom and mercy guide my way ;

Shall I resist them both ?
A poor blind creature of a day,

And crushed before the moth !

But, ah ! my inmost spirit cries,-

Still bind me to thy sway ;
Else the next cloud, that veils my skierj

Drives all these thoughts away.

William Cowper. 1772.

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f iW I • Submission to Affliction.

1 Naked as from the earth we came,

And crept to life at first,
We to the earth return again,
And mingle with our dust.

2 The dear delights we here enjoy,

And fondly call our own,
Are but short favors borrowed now,
To be repaid anon.

3 'T is God that lifts our comforts high,

Or sinks them in the grave ;
He gives, and — blessed be his name !-
He takes but what he gave.

4 Peace, all our angry passions ! then ;

Let each rebellious sigh
Be silent, at his sovereign will,
And every murmur die.

U If smiling mercy crown our live^
Its praises shall be spread ;
And we '11 adore the justice too,
That strikes our comforts dead.

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1 When languor and disease invade

This trembling house of clay,
'T 'is sweet to look beyond the flesh,

And long to fly away ;
Sweet to look inward, and attend

The whispers of his love ;
Sweet to look upward, to the place

Where Jesus pleads above.

2 Sweet to reflect, how grace divine

My sins on Jesus laid ;
Sweet to remember, that his blood

My debt of sufferings paid ;
Sweet on his righteousness to stand,

Which saves from second death ;
Sweet to experience, day by day,

His Spirit's quickening breath.

3 Sweet, in the confidence of faith,

To trust his firm decrees ;
Sweet to lie passive in his hands,

And know no will but his :
If such the sweetness of the stream,

What must the Fountain be,
Where saints and angels draw their bliss

Immediately from thee ?

Augustus M. Toplady, 1778.

OrwJ. Rest in the divine Will. (10330

1 Whilst thee I seek, protecting Power !

Be my vain wishes stilled ;
And mav this consecrated hour

With better hopes be filled !
Thy love the power of thought bestowed ;

To thee my thoughts would soar ;
Thy mercy o'er my lite 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 Wh-n gladness wings the 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 will rest on thee.

Helen Maria Williams, 1780.

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1 O thou, from whom all goodness flows !

I lift my heart to thee ;
In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes,
Dear Lord ! remember me.

2 When, groaning, on my burdened heart

My si us lie heavily,
My pardon speak, new peace impart,
In love, remember me.

3 If on my face, for thy dear name,

Shame and reproaches be,
All hail reproach, and welcome shame,
If thou remember me !

4 The hour is near — consigned to death,

I own the just decree ;
Saviour ! with my last parting breath,
I '11 cry — -'Kern ember me ! ;'

Thomas Haweis, 1792.

0 O 1 • The Believer's Portion. (1011.)

1 If Cheist is mine, then all is mine,

And more than angels know ;
Both present things and things to come,
And grace and glory too.

2 If he is mine, I need not fear

The rage of earth and hell ;
He will support my feeble frame,
And all their power repel.

3 If he is mine, let friends forsake,

And earthly comforts flee :

He, the Dispenser of all good,

Is more than these to me.

532.

4 If he is mine, 1 11 fearless pass

Through death's tremendous vale ;
He '11 be my comfort and my stay,
When heart and flesh shall fail.

5 Let Jesus tell me, he is mine ;

I nothing want beside :
My soul shall at the Fountain live,
When all the streams are dried.

Benjamin Beddome, 1776.

Psalm 27. (1037.)

1 Soon as I heard my Father say, —

"Ye children ! seek my grace ;"
My heart replied without delay, —
"I '11 seek my Father's face. "

2 Let not thy face be hid from me,

Nor frown my soul away ;
God of my life ! I fly to thee,
In a distressing day.

3 Should friends and kindred near and dear,

Leave me to want, or die,
My God would make my life his care,
And all my need supply.

4 My fainting flesh had died with grief,

Had not my soul believed,

To see thy grace provide relief ;

Nor was my hope deceived.

5 Wait on the Lord, ye trembling saints !

And keep your courage up :
He '11 raise your spirit when it faints,
And far exceed your hope.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

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1 Since all the varying scenes of time

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

2 Good, when he gives — supremely good;

Nor less, when he denies:
E'en crosses, from his sovereign hand,
Are blessings in disguise.

3 Why should we doubt a Father's love,

So constant and so kind ?
To his unerring gracious will,
Be every wish resigned.

4 In thy fair book of life divine,

My God ! inscribe my name ;
There let it fill some humble place,
Beneath my Lord, the Lamb !

James Uervey, 1745, a.

OO-k, Light shining out of Darkness. (1043 .)

1 God moves in a mysterious way,

His wonders to perform ;
He plants his footsteps in 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 sovereign will.

3 Ye fearful saints! fresh courage take;

The clouds, ye so much dread.
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.

4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,

But trust him for his grace;
Behind a frowning providenee,
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.

6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,

And scan his work in vain;
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.

William Cowper, 1772.

OOO. Comfort for the Mourner. ( 1051. )

1 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 The friends, who in our sunshine live,

When winter comes, are flown;
And he, who has but tears to give,
Must weep those tears alone.

3 Oh ! wrho would bear life's stormy doom,

Did not thy wing of love [gloom,

Come, brightly wafting, through the
Our peace-branch from above?

4 Then sorrow, touched by thee, grows

With more than rapture'« ray; [bright,
As darkness shows us worlds of light '
We never .saw by day.

Tltomas Moore, 1816.

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Holy Fortitude.

1 Am I a soldier of the cross,

A follower of the Lamb ?
And shall I fear to own his cause,
Or blush to speak his name ?

2 Must I be carried to the skies,

On flowery beds of ease ?
Wnile 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 ?

4 Sure, I must fight, if I would reign ;

Increase my courage, Lord !
I '11 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,
And seize it with their 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.

Isaac Watts, 1723.

Refuge and Strength in God.

537.

My God! :t is to thy mercy- seat,
My soul for shelter flies;

'T is here I find a safe retreat,
When storms and tempests rise !

(1034.)

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;
And let thy kind, thy gracious word
Sustain my trembling heart.

4 Oh ! never let my soul remo\e

From this divine retreat;
Still let me trust thy power and love,
And dwell beneath thy feet.

Anne Steele, 1760.

*)&&• The Peace of God. (1054.?

1 We bless thee for thy peace, O God !

Deep as the soundless sea,
Which falls like sunshine on the road
Of those who trust in thee; —

2 That peace which suffers and is strong,

Trusts where it cannot see,
Deems not the trial way too long,
But leaves the end with thee; —

3 That peace which hows serene and deep,

A river in the soul,
Whose banks a living verdure keep; —
God's sunshine o'er th^ whole.

4 Such, Father! give our h< arts such peace,

Whate'er the outward be,
Till all life's discipline shall cease,
And we go home to thee.

Anon., 1862.

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AFFLICTIONS.

L. M.

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1 From: every stormy wind that blows,
From every swelling tide of woes,
There is a calm, a sure retreat ; —
'T is found beneath the mercy-, eat.

2 There is a place where Jesus sheds
The oil of gladness on our heads, —

A place, than all besides, more sweet ;
It is the blood-bought mercy-seat.

3 There is a spot where spirits blend,
Where friend hoi is fellowship with friend;
Though sundered far, by faith they meet
Around one common mercy-seat.

4 There, thire, 0:1 eagle wings we soar,
And time, and sense seem all do more ;
And heaven comes down our souls to
And glory crowns the mercy-seat ! [greet,

5 Oh ! may my hand forget her skill,
My tongue be silent, cold, and still,
This bounding heart forget to beat,
If I forget the mercy-seat!

Hugh Stowdl, 1827.

0± U • " Thy Will be done." ( 1058.)

1 My God and Father ! while I stray
Far from my home, in life's rough way,
Oh ! teach me, from my heart, to say, —

"Thy will be done, —thy will be cone!"

2 W.ia1:, though in lonely grief I sigh
For friends beloved, no longer nigh?
Submissive still would I reply. —

" Thy will be done,— thy will be done !"

3 If thou should'st call me to resign
What most I prize, — it ne'er was mine ,
I only yield thee what was thine : —

" Thy will be done, — thy will be done ! "

4 If but my fainting heart be blessed
With thy sweet Spirit for its guest,
My God ! to thee I leave the rest ; —

'•Thy will be done, — thy will be done!"

5 Renew my will, from day to day ;
Bl?nd it with thine, and take away
All that now makes it hard to say, —

" Thy will be done,— thy will be done!"

6 Then, when on earth 1 breathe no more
The prayer, oft mixed with tears before,
I '11 sing upon a happier shore, —

*• Thy will be done, — thy will be done J"
Charlotte Elliott, 1834.

0 T 1 • The Darkness of Providenc. (1050.)

1 Lokd ! we adore thy vast designs,

Th' obscure abyss of providence ;
Too deep to sound with mortal lines,
Too dark to view with feeble sense.

2 Now thou arrayest thine awful face

In angry frowns, without a smile :
We, through the cloud, believe thy grace,
Secure of thy compassion still.

3 Dear Father! if thy lifted rod

Resolve to scourge us here below,
Still we must lean upon our God ;

Thine arm shall bear us safely through.
Isaac Walls, 1707.

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1 God is the Refuge of his saints,

When storms of sharp distress invade ;
Ere we can oftvr our complaints,
Behold him present with his aid.

2 Let mountains, from their seats be hurled,

Down to the deep, and buried there ;
Convulsions shake the solid world ; —
Our faith shall never yield to fear.

3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar, —

In sacred peace our souls abide,
While every nation, every shore,

Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide.

4 There is a stream, whose gentle flow

Supplies the city of our God ;
Life, love, and joy still gliding through,
And watering our divine abode : —

5 That sacred stream, — thy holy word, —

That all our raging tear controls :
Sweet peace thy promises afford,

And give new strength to fainting souls.

C Zion enjoys her monarch's love,

Secure against a threatening hour ;
Nor can her firm foundations move,

Built on his truth, and armed with
power.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

0 \ O • Strength for every Trial. (1062.)

1 Hast thou within a care so deep,
It chases from thine eyelids sleep ?
To thy Kedeemer take that care,
And change anxiety to prayer.

Hast thou a hope, with which try heart
Would almost feel it death to part?
Entreat thy God that hope to crown.
Or give thee strength to lay it down.

Hast thou a friend, whose image dear
May prove an idol worshiped here?
Implore the Lord, that naught may be
A shade between himself and thee.

Whate'er the care that breaks thy rest,
Whate'er the wish that swells thy breast,
Spread before God that wish, that care,
And change anxiety to prayer.

Anon., 1851.

The. Wisdom of God.

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544.

1 Wait, O my soul ! thy Maker's will ;
Tumultuous passions ! all be still ;
Nor let a murmuring thought arise ;
His ways are just, his counsels wise.

2 He in the thickest darkness dwells ;
Performs his work, the cause conceals ;
And, though his footsteps arc unknown
Judgment and truth support his throne.

3 In heaven and earth, in air and seas,
He executes his wise decrees ;

And by his saints it stands confessed,
That what he does is ever best.

4 Then, 0 my soul ! submissive wait,
With reverence bow before his seat ;
And, midst the terrors of his rod,
Trust in a wise and gracious God.

Benjamin Beddome, 1778.

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1 Happy the man, whose cautious feet

Shun the broad way that sinuers go ;
Who hates the place where atheists meet,
Aud fears to talk us scoffers do.

2 He loves t' employ his morning light

Among the statutes of the Lord,
And spends the wakeful hours of night,
With pleasure pondering o'er the word.

3 H>, like a plant by gentle streams,

Shall flourish in immortal green :
And heaven will shine, with kindest
On every work his hands begin, [beams.

4 But sinners find their counsels crossed ;

As chaff before the tempest flies,
So shall their hopes be blown and lost,
When the last trumpet shakes the skies.
Isaac Watts, 1719.

*>4:U. Psalm 26. (1070.)

1 Judge me, O Lord ! and prove my ways.

And try my reins, and try my heart ;
My faith upoa thy promise stays,
Nor from thy law my feet depart.

2 I hate to walk, I hate to sit.

With men of vanity and lies ;
The scoffer and the hypocrite
Are the abhorrence of mine eyes,

3 Amongst thy saints will I appear,

With hands well washed in innocence :
But. when I stand before thy bar,
The blood of Christ is my defence.

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4 I love thy habitation, Lord ! —

The temple where thine honors dwell ;
There shall I hear thy holy word,
And there thy works of wonder tell

5 Let not my soul be joined at last

With men of treachery and blood,
Since I my days on earth have passed
Among the saints, and near my God.
Isaac Watts, 1719.

04 4 • Psalm 139. (107-2.)

1 Lord! thou hast searched and seen me

through ;
Thine eye commands.with piercing view,
My rising and my resting hours,
My heart and flesh, with all their powers.

2 Mjr thoughts, before they are my own,
Are to my God distinctly known :

He knows the words I mean to speak,
Ere from my opening lips they break.

3 Within thy circling power I stand ;
On every side I find thy hand ;
Awake, asleep, at home, abroad,

I am surrounded still with God.

4 Amazing knowledge, vast and great !
What large extent ! what lofty height !
Iffy soul, with all the powers I boast,
Is in the boundless prospect lost.

5 Oh! may these thoughts possess my
Where'er I rove, where'er I rest ; [breast,
Nor let my weaker passions dare
Consent to sin, for God is there.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

196

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1 Sure, the blest Comforter is nigh ;

'T is he sustains my fainting heart ;
Else would my hopes for ever die,
And every cheering ray depart.

2 When some kind promise glads my soul,

Do I not find his healing voice
The tempest of my fears control,

And bid my drooping powers rejoice ?

3 Whene'er, to call the Saviour mine,

With ardent wish my heart aspires ;
Can it be less than power divine,

Which animates thece strong desires ?

4 What less than thine almighty word

Can raise my heart from earth and dust;
And bid me cleave to thee, my Lord !
My Life, my Treasure, and my Trust ?

5 And, when my cheerful hope can say, —

I love my God and taste his grace,
Lord ! is it not thy blissful ray, [peace ?
Which brings this dawn of sacred

6 Let thy kind Spirit in my heart

For ever dwell, O God of love !
And light and heavenly peace impart,
Sweet Earnest of the joys above.

549.

Psalm 15.

Anne Stee'e, 17G0.

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Who shall ascend thy heavenly place,
Great God ! and dwell before thy face ?
The man that minds religion now,
And humbly walks with God below :

2 Whose hands are pure, whose heart is

clean. [mean :

Whose lips still speak the things they
No slanders dwell upon his tongue ;
He hates to do his neighbor wrong.

3 He loves his enemies, and prays
For those that curse him to his face ;
And doth to. all men still the same
That he would hope or wish from them.

4 Yet, when his holiest works are done,
His soul depends on grace alone ;
This is the man thy face shall see,
And dwell for ever, Lord ! with thee.

Isaac Walls, 1719.

OOU« Almost a Saint. (1075.)

1 Broad is the road that leads to death,

And thousands walk together there ;
But wisdom shows a narrower path,
With here and there a traveler.

2 " Deny thyself and take thy cross." —

Is the Redeemer's great command :
Nature must count her gold but dross,
" If she would gain this heavenly land.

3 The 'fearful soul, that tires and faints,

And walks the ways of God no more,
Is but esteemed almost a saint*

And makes his own destruction sure.

4 Lord ! let not all my hopes be vain ;

Create my In art entirely new.
Whiek hypocrites could ne'er attain :
Which false apostates never knew.

Isaac nralls, 1719.

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thee, In vain my soul would try

In all my vast con - < ovns with thee, In vain my soul would try

The no - tice of thine eye.

OOl. Psalm 1.39. (1070.)

1 Ix mAj my vast concerns with thee,

In vain my soul would try
To shun thy presence, Lord ! or flee
The notice of thine eye.

2 Thine all-surrounding sight surveys

My rising and my rest,
My public walks, my private ways,
And secrets of my breast.

3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord,

Before they 're formed within :
And ere my lips pronounce the word,
He knows the sense I mean.

4 Oh! wondrous knowledge, deep and high !

"Where can a creature hide !
"Within thy circling arms I lie,
Beset on every side.

5 So let thy grace surround me still,

And like a bulwark prove,
To guard my soul from every ill,
Secured by sovereign love.

Isaac Watts, 1710.

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»««• Psalm 139. ( 1080. )

1 Lord ! where shall guilty souls retire,

Forgotten and unknown ?
In hell they meet thy dreadful fire,
In heaven thy glorious throne.

2 Should I suppress my vital breath

T' escape the wrath divine,
Thy voice would break the bars of death, j
And make the grave resign.

3 If, winged with beams of morning light,

I fly beyond the west,
Thy hand, which must support my flight,
"Would soon betray my rest.

4 If, o'er my sins I think to draw

The curtains of the night,
Those flaming eyes, that guard thy law,
"Would turn the shades to light.

5 The beams ef noon, the midnight hour,

Are both alike to thee ;
Oh ! may I ne'er provoke that power,
From which I cannot flee !

Isaac Watts, 1719.

d<) ** • Tlie Searcher of Hearts. ( 1081.]

1 God is a spirit, just and wise ;

He sees our inmost mind ;
In vain to heaven we raise our cries,
And leave onr hearts behind..

2 Nothing but truth before his throne

With honor can appear ;
The painted hypocrites are known
Through the disguise they wear.

3 Their lifted eyes salute the skies ;

Their bending knees the ground ;
But God abhors th? sacrifice,
"Where not the heart is found.

4 Lord! search my thoughts, and try my

And make my soul sincere ; [ways,

Then shall I stand before thy face,
And find acceptance there.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

198 SELF-EXAMINATION.

ARLINGTON. ( ARTAXERXES.) CM. Arr. from Thomas A. Arne, 1762.

Grace, like au un - cor - rup - ted seed,

A - bides and reigns with -in;

&d-±» The Marks of true Piety. (10S6.)

1 Grace, like an uncorrupted s<sed,

Abides and reigns within;
Immortal principles forbid
The sons of God to sin.

2 Not, by the terrors of a slave,

Do they perform his will,
But, with the noblest powers they have,
His sweet commands fulfill. . . .

3 They find access, at every hour,

To God within the veil;
Hence they derive a quickening power,
And joys that never fail.

4 O happy souls ! O glorious state

Of overflowing grace !
To dwell so near their Father's seat,
And see his lovely face.

5 Lord ! I address thy heavenly throne ;

Call mS a child of thine;
Send down the Spirit of thy Son,
To form my heart divine.

6 There shed thy choicest love abroad,

And make my comforts strong:
Then shall I say, My Father God !
With an unwavering tongue.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

555

2 I hear, but seem to hear in vain,

Insensible as steel;
If aught is felt, 't is only pain,
To find I cannot feel.

3 My best desires are faint and few,

I fain would strive for more;
But, when I cry, " My strength renew ! :'
Seem weaker than before.

4 Thy saints are comforted, I know,

And love thy house of prayer;
I therefore go where others go,
But find no comfort there.

5 Oh ! make this heart rejoice or ache; —

Decide this eloubt for me;
And, if it be not broken, break;
And heal it, if it be.

William Couper, 1772.

?J*JU» The Witness of the Spirit. (.1884.)

1 Come, Holy Ghost! my soul inspire;

This one great gilt impart,—
What most I need, and most desire,
An humble, holy heart.

2 Bear witness. I am bom again,

My many sins lorgiven ;
No i- let a gloomy doubt remain,
To cloud my hope of heaven.

The Contrite Heart.
1 The Lord will happiness divine
On contrite hearts bestow:
Then tell me, gracious Go I ! is mine
A contrite heart or no ?

( los:;.) ;j More of myself grant I may know,
From sin's deceit be free,
In all the Christian graces grow,
And live alone to thee.

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1 Lo ! what a glorious sight appears,

To our believing eyes !
The earth and sea are passed away,
And the old rolling skies.

2 From the third Leaden where God residas,

That holy, happy place,
The new Jerusalem comes down,
Adorned with shining grace.

3 Attending angeis 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

Kemoves his bl^st abode. -
Men, the dear objects of his grace,
Aud he the loving God.

5 His own soft hands shall wipe the tears

From every weeping eye, [fears

And pains, and groans, and griefs, and
And death itselt shall die."

6 How long, dear Saviour ! Oh ! how long

Shall this bright hour delay?
Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time !
And bring the welcome day,

Isaac Waits, 1707.

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2 We mark her goodly battlements,

And her foundations strong ;
"We hear within the solemn voice
Of her unending song.

3 For, not like kingdoms of the world,

Thy holy church, O God ! [ing her,
Though earthquake shocks aTe threaten-
And tempests are abroad ;

4 Unshaken as eternal hills,

Immovable she stands,
A mountain that shall fill the earth,
A house not made by hands.

Arthur Cleveland Coxe, 1839, a.

559.

Psalm 118. (

1 Behoij) 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 his name : —
They trust their whole salvation here,
Nor shall they suffer shame.

3 The foolish builders, scribe and priest,

Keject it with disdain ;
Yet on this rock the church shall rest,
And envy rage in vain.

105.)

The Church immovable. ( 110<

1 Oh ! where are kings and empires now,
Of old that went and came?
But, Lord ! thy church is praying yet,
A thousand years the same.

) j 1 What, though the gates of hell withstood?
Yet must this building rise :
'T is thine own work, almighty God !
j And wondrous in our eyes.

Isaac Wails, 1719.

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560. Psalm 137. (1094.)

1 I love thy kingdom, Lord !

The house of thine abode,
The church, our blest Redeemer saved
With his own precious blood.

2 I love thy church, O God !

Her walls before thee stand,
Dear as the apple of thine eye,
And graven on thy hand.

3 For her my tears shall fall,

For her my prayers ascend ;
To her my cares and toils be given,
Till toils and cares shall end.

4 Beyond my highest joy

I prize her heavenly ways,
Her sweet communion, solemn vows,
Her hymns of love and praise.

5 Jesus, thou Friend divine,

Our Saviour and our King !
Thy hand, from every snare and foe
Shall great deliverance bring.

6 Sure as thy truth shall last,

To Zion shall be given
The brightest glories earth can yield,
And brighter bliss of heaven.

Timothy Dwight, 1800.

f)()l. PSALM 48. (1003.)

1 Far as thy name is known,

The world declares thy praise ;
Thy saints, O Lord ! before thy throne

Their songs of honor raise.

2 With joy let Judah stand

On Zion's chosen hill,
Proclaim the wonders of thy hand,
And counsels of thy will.

3 Let strangers walk around

The city where we dwell,
Compass and view thy holy ground,
And mark the building well ;

4 The orders of thy house,

The worship of thy court,
The cheerful songs, the solemn vows ;
And make a fair report.

5 How decent, and how wise !

How glorious to behold !
Beyond the pomp that charms the eyes,
And rites adorned with gold.

6 The God we worship now

Will guide us, till we die ;
Will be our God, while here below ;
And ours above the sky.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

562.

Psalm 117.

(10DG.)

Thy name, almighty Lord !

Shall sound through distant lands ;
Great is thy grace, and sure thy word ; —

Thy truth for ever stands.

Far be thine honor spread,

And long thy praise endure,
Till morning light, and evening shade

Shall bo exchanged no more.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

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1 Great God. whose universal sway

The known and unknown worlds obey!
Now give the kingdom to thy Son;
Extend his power, exalt his throne.

2 Thy sceptre well becomes his hands,
All heaven submits to his commands;
His justice shall avenge the poor,
And pride and rage prevail no more.

3 As rain on meadows newly mown,
So shall he send his influence down:
His grace, on fainting souls, distills,
Like heavenly dew, on thirsty hills.

4 The heathen lands, that lie beneath
The shades of overspreading death,
Revive at his first dawning light;
And deserts blossom at the sight.

5 The saints shall flourish in his days,
Dressed in the robes of joy and praise;
Peace, like a river, from his throne,
Shall flow to nations yet unknown.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

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1 Jesus shall reign where'er the sun
Does his successive journeys run;

His kingdom stretch from shore to shore
Till mo 3ns shall wax and wane no more.

2 For him shall endless prayer be made,
And praises throng to crown his h- ad;
His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise
With every morning sacrifice.

101.)

3 People and realms of every tongue
Dwell on his love, with sweetest song;
And infant voices shall proclaim
Their early blessings on his name.

4 Blessings abound where'er he reigns;
The prisoner leaps to lose his chains;
The weary find eternal rest,

And all the sons of want are blessed.

5 Let every creature rise, and bring
Peculiar honors to our King:
Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the long Amen.

Isaac Watts, 1719,

565.

The Glory of the Cliurch.

(1102.)

1 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 various charms be known;
The world thy glories shall confess,
Decked in the robes of righteousness.

3 No more shall foes unclean invade,
And fill thy hallowed walls with dread;
No more shall hell's insulting host,
Their vict'ry and thy sorrows boast.

4 God, from on high, thy groans will hear;
His hand thy ruins shall repair;

Nor will thy watchful Monarch cease
To guard thee in eternal peace.

Philip Doddridge, 1740.

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1 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;
To give them songs for sighing,

Their darkness turn to light,
Whose souls, condemned and dying.

Were precious in his sight.

3 He shall come down, like showers

Upon the fruitful earth,
And love, joy, hope, like flowers,

Spring in his path to birth:
Before him on the mountains,

Shall peace, the herald, go;
And righteousness, in fountains,

From hill to valley now.

4 For him shall prayer unceasing

And daily vows ascend;
His kingdom still increasing, —
A kingdom without end:

The tide of time shall never

His cove'nant remove ;
His name shall stand for ever;
That name to us is — Love.

James Montgomery, 1822

567.

(1110.)

The Triumph of the Gospel.

1 Now be the gospel banner,

In every land, unfurled;
And be the shout, — " Hosanna ! "—

Reechoed through the world:
Till every isle and nation,

Till ever}' tribe and tongue,
Keceive the great salvation,

And join the happy throng.

2 What, though th' embattled legions

Of earth and hell combine ?
His power, throughout their regions,

Shall soon resplendent shine:
Ride on, 0 Lord ! victorious,

Immanuel, Prince of peace !
Thy triumph shall be glorious, —

Thine empire still increase.

Yes, — thou shalt reign for ever,

O Jesus, King of kings !
Thy light, thy love, thy favor,

Each ransomed captive sings:
The isles for thee are waiting,

The deserts learn thy praise,
The hills and valleys greeting.

The song responsive raise.

Thomas Hastings, 1830.

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1 Glorious things of thee are spoken,

Zion, city of our God !
He, whose word cannot be broken,

Formed thee for his own abode:
Oa the Rock of ages founded,

Wnat can shake thy sure repose ?
"With salvation':} walls surrounded,

Thou may est smile at all thy foes.

2 See ! the streams of living waters,

Springing from ( ternal love,
Well supply thy sons and daughters,

And all f ar of want remove:
Who can faint, while such a river

Ever flows their thirst t' assuage ? —
Grace, which, like the Lord, the Giver,

Never fails from age to age.

3 Round each habitation hovering,

Sei the cloud and fire appear,
For a glory and a covering,

Showing that the Lord is near !
Thus deriving, from their banner,

Light by night, and shade by day,
Safe they feed upon the manna

Which he gives them when they pray.
John Newton, 1770.

OU»/« Zion' s Glory.

1 Zion is Jehovah's dwelling;

There the King of kings appears;
H ir's is glory, far excelling

All the worlding sees, or hears:

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Zion's walls are everlasting,

Formed through endless years to shine;
Strength and beauty, never-wasting,

Show their origin divine.

Zion claims peculiar honor;

High distinction marks her lot;
Light eternal shines upon her;

Her's a sun, that faileth not:
Zion's city hath foundations;

God himself has raised her walls;
She survives the wreck of nations;

Zion stands, whatever falls.

Happy they who, now discerning

Zion's glory, thither move!
Earth, with all its honors, spurning,

Zion is the place they love:
There the Lord, his face disclosing,

Fills his people's hearts with joy;
While, from all their toils reposing,

Bliss is theirs without alloy.

Brethren ! let the prospect cheer us;

Fair the lot that's cast for us:
When we call, our God will hear us:

Happy who are favored thus !
Let thi timid fear no longer:

What though earth and hell oppose?
He who pleads our cause is stronger,

Stronger far, than all our foes.

Thomas A"Wty, 1804.

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Oil)* Psalm 12.

1 Hasten, Lord ! the glorious time,

When, beneath Messiah's sway,
Every nation, every clime,
Shall the gospel's call obey.

2 Mightiest kings his power shall own,

Heathen tribes his name adore ;
Satan and his host, o'erthrown,

Bound in chains, shall hurt no more.

3 Then shall wars and tumults cease ;

Then be banished grief and pain ;
Righteousness, and joy, and peace,
Undisturbed shall ever reign.

4 Bless we, then, our gracious Lord :

Ever praise his glorious name ;
All his mighty acts record ;

All his wondrous love proclaim.

Harriet Auber, 1S29.

Oft.* Triumphs of the Gospel. ( 1

1 Who are these, that come from far,
Led by Jacob's rising Bar ?
Strangers now to Zion come,
There to seek a peaceful home.

2 Lo ! they gather like a cloud,
Or as doves their windows crowd :
Zion wonders at the sight, —
Zion feels a strange delight.

3 Zion now no more shall sigh,
God will raise her glory high ;
He will, seud a large increase, —
He will give his people peace.

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4 Sons of Zion ! sing aloud ;
S^e her sun, without a cloud !
God will make her joy complete ;
Zion's sun shall never set.

Thomas Kelly, (?) 1835.

f J 4 rw • The Song of Jubilee. (1120.)

1 Hark ! — the song of jubilee,

Loud as mighty thunders roar, —
Or the fulliK ss of the sea,

When it breaks upon the shore ;—
" Hallelujah ! for the Lord

God omnipotent shall rdgn !"
Hallelujah ! let the word

Echo round the earth and main.

2 Hallelujah ! — hark ! — the sound,

From the depths unto the skies,
Wakes, above, beneath, around,

All creation's harmonies :
See Jehovah's banners furled ! [done,

Sheathed his sword ! he speaks — 't is
And the kingdoms of this world

Are the kingdoms of his Son.

3 He shall reign from pole to pole

With illimitable sway ;
He shall reign, when, like a scroll,

Yonder heavens have passed away ;
Then the end ;— beneath his rod,

Man's last enemy shall fall ;
Hallelujah !— Christ in God,

God in Christ, is all in all.

James Montgomery. 1819.

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1 Let Zion's watchmen all awake,

And take th' alarm they give ;
Now let them from the mouth of God,
Their solemn charge receive.

2 'T is not a cause of small import

The pastor's care demands ;
But what might fill an angel's heart,
And filled a Saviour's hands.

3 They watch for souls, for which the Lord

Did heavenly bliss forego; —
For souls, which must for ever live
In raptures, or in woe.

4 All to the great tribunal haste,

Th' account to render there ;
And shouldst tbou strictly mark our faults,
Lord ! how should we appear ?

5 May they that Jesus, whom they preach,

Their own Kedeemer, see ;
And watch thou daily o'er their souls,
That they may watch for thee.

Philip Doddridge, 1736.

W * "* • A faithful Ministry.

1 Jesus ! the word of mercy give,

And let it swiftly run ;
Let all who preach the word believe,
And put salvation on.

2 Jjfus ! let all thy servants shine

Illustrious as the sun ;
And, bright with borrowed rays divine,
Their glorious circuit run.

(1131.)

3 Beyond the reach of mortals, spread

Their light where'er they go ;
And heavenly influences shed
On all the world below.

4 As giants may they run their race,

Exulting in their might ;
As burning luminaries, chase
The gloom of error's night.

5 As the bright Sun of righteousness,

Their healing wings display;
And let their lustre still increase
Unto the perfect day.

Charles Wesley, 17C2, a.

tF I *J» The Preacher's Theme. (1134.)

1 Christ and his cross is all our theme ;

The mysteries that we speak
Are scandal in the Jews' esteem,
And folly to the Greek.

2 But souls, enlightened from above,

With joy receive the word ;
They see what wisdom, power, and love,
Shine in their dying Lord.

3 The vital savor of his name

Restores their fainting breath ;
But unbelief perverts the same
To guilt, despair, and death.

4 Till God diffuse his graces down,

Like showers of heavenly rain,
In vain Apollos sows the ground,
And Paul may plant in vain.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

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1 Father of mercies ! in thy house,
Smile on our homage, and our vows ;
While, with a grateful heart, we shaie
These pledges of our Saviour's care.

2 The Saviour, when to heaven he rose,
In splendid triumph o'er his foes,
Scattered his gifts on men below,
And wide his royal bounties flow.

3 Hence sprung th' apostles' honored name,
Sacred beyond heroic fame ;

In lowlier forms, to bless our eyea,
Pastors from hence, and teachers rise.

4 So shall the bright succession run,
Through the last courses of the sun ;
While unborn churches, by their care,
Shall rise and flourish, large and fair.

5 Jesus, our Lord, their hearts shall know.
The Spring, whence all these blessings
Pastors and people shout his praise, [flow ;
Through the long round of endless days.

Philip Doddridge, 1745.

tf I i • Prayer for Minister*. (1122.)

1 Father of mercies! bow thine car,
Attentive to our earnest prayer ;

We plead for those who plead lor thee,
Successful pleaders may they be !

2 How great their work, how vast their

charge !
Do thou their anxious <. ouls enlarge ;
To them thy sacred truth reveal,
Suppress their fear, inflame their zeal.

3 Teach them aright to sow the seed;
Teach them thy chosen flock to feed,
Teach them immortal souls to gain,
Nor let them labor, Lord ! in vain.

4 Let thronging multitudes around
Hear from their lips the joyiul sound,
In humble strains thy grace adore,
And feel thy new-creating power.

Benjamin Beddome, 1787.

0 4 O • The Preacher's Commission. (11 '24.)

1 "Go, preach my gospel," saith the Lord,

"Bid the whole earth my grace receive ;
He shall be saved that trusts my word,
He shall be damned that won't believe.

2 I '11 make your great commission known ;

And ye shall prove my gospel true,
By all the works that I have done,
By all the wonders ye shall do.

3 Go, heal the sick ; go, raise the dead ;

Go, cast out devils in my name ;
Nor let my } prophets be afraid, [pheme.

Tho' Greeks reproach, and Jews blas-
l Teach all the nations my commands,

I 'm with you till the world shall end ;
All power is trusted to my hands,

I can destroy, and I defend."

5 He spake ; and light shone round his

head ;
On a bright cloud to heaven he rode :
They, to the farthest nation, spread
The grace of their ascended God.

Isaac Watls, 1709.

TH E MINISTRY.

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1 We bid the? welcome, in the name

Of Jesus, our exalted Head ;
Come as a servant ; so he came,
And we receive thee in his stead.

2 Come as a shepherd : guard and keep

This fold from hell, and earth, and sin ;
Nourish the lambs, and feed the sheep,
The wounded heal, the lost bring in.

3 Come as a teacher, sent from God,

Charged his whole counsel to declare ;
Lift o'er our ranks the prophet's rod,
While we uphold thy hands with prayer.

4 Come as a messenger of peace,

Filled with the Spirit, fired with love ;
Live to behold our large increase,
And die to meet us all above.

James Montgomery, 1825.

OoU, The Installation of a Pastor. (1128.)

1 Spirit of peace and holiness !
This new-created union bless ;
Bind each to each in ties of love,
And ratify our work above.

2 Saviour, who carest for thy sheep !
The shepherd of thy people keep ;
Guide him in every doubtful way,
Nor let his feet from duty stray.

3 Gird thou his heart with strength divine :
Let Christ through all his conduct shine ;
Faithful in all things may he be,

Dead to the world, alive to th~e.

O Thou, whose love doth never fail !
Breathe on this dry and thirsty vale ;
And may it, from this hour, appear,
That thy reviving power is here.

5 Lord of the Sabbath ! unto thee
Our spirits rise in harmony ;
Accept our praise, our sins remove,
And fit us for thy courts above.

Samuel F. Smith, 1843.

Ool« A Meeting of Ministers. (1125.)

1 Pour out thy Spirit from on high ;

Lord ! thine assembled servants bless ;

Graces and gifts to each supply, [ness.

And clothe thy priests with righteous-

2 Within thy temple, when we stand,

To teach the truth as taught by thee,
Saviour ! like stars in thy right hand,
The angels of the churches be !

3 Wisdom and zeal, and faith impart,

Firmness with meekness from above,
To bear thy people on our heart, [love :
And love the souls whom thou dost

4 To watch and pray, and never faint :

By day and night, strict guard to keep ;
To warn the sinner, cheer the saint,
Nourish thy lambs, and feed thy sheep.

5 Then, when our work is finished here,

In humble hope, our charge resign ;
When the chief Shepherd shall appear,
0 God ! may they and we be thine.

James Montgomery, 1825.

208

CHURCH RELATIONS.

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T/ie Heralds of Christ.

1 How beauteous are their feet,

Who stand on Zion's hill !
Who bring salvation on their tongues,
And words of peace reveal !

2 How charming is their voice !

How sweet the tidings are ! —
" Zion! behold thy Saviour King,
He reigns and triumphs here ! "

3 How happy are our ears,

That hear this joyful sound,
Which kings and prophets waited for,
And sought, but never found !

4 How blessed are our eyes,

That see this heavenly light !
Prophets and kings desired it long,
But died without the sight.

5 The watchmen join their voice,

And tuneful notes employ ;
Jerusalem breaks forth in songs,
And deserts learn the joy.

G The Lord makes bare his arm,
Through all the earth abroad ;
Let every nation now behold
Their Saviour and their God.

Isaac Watts, 170'

WOWt Ordination of Missionaries.
1 Ye messengers of Christ !
His sovereign voice obey ;
Arise, and follow where he leads,
And peace attend your way.

(1140.)

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 must prevail
In spite of all his foes.

4 Go, spread a Savioui's fame;

And tell his matchless grace
To the most guilty and depraved
Of Adam's numerous race.

Mrs. Yoke, 1806.

Oo4. Vigilance. (1141.

1 Ye servants of the Lord !

Each in his office wait,
Observant of his heavenly word,
And watchful at his gate.

2 Let all your lamps be bright,

And trim the golden flame ;
Gird up your loins as in his sight,
For awful is his name.

3 Watch ! 't is your Lord's command ;

And, while we speak, he 's near :
Mark the first signal of his hand,
And ready all appear.

4 Oh ! happy servant he,

In such a posture found !
He shall his Lord with rapture see,
And be with honor crowned.

Philip Doddridge, 1740.

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Children blessed by Jesus. (1142.)

1 Behold ! what condescending love

Jesus on earth displays !
To babes and sucklings, he extends
The riches of his grace.

2 He still the ancient promise keeps,

To our forefathers given ;
Young children in his arms he takes,
And calls them heirs of heaven.

3 Forbid them not, whom Jesus calls,

Nor dare the claim resist,
Since his own lips to us declare —
Of such will heaven consist

4 With flowing tears, and thankful hearts,

We give them up to thee ;
Receive them, Lord ! into thine arms, —
Thine may they ever be.

John Peacock, 1806, a.

Ool>« The Saviour blessing Children. (1143.)

1 When Jesus left his Father's throne,

He chose an humble birth ;
Like us, unhonored and unknown,
He came to dwell on earth.

2 Like him, may we be found below,

In wisdom's path of peace ;
Like him, in grace and knowledge, grow,
As years and strength increase.

3 Sweet were his words, and kind his look.

When mothers round him pressed ;
Their infants, in his arms, he took,
And on his bosom blessed.

4 When Jesus into Salem rode,

The children sang around ; [strewed
For joy, they plucked the palms, and
Their garments on the ground.

5 Hosanna our glad voices raise,

Hosanna to our King !
Should we forget our Saviour's praise,
The stones themselves would sing.

6 For we have learned to love his name ;

That name, divinely sweet,
May every pulse through life proclaim,
And our last breath repeat.

James Montgomery, 1825.

0 O I • Christ receiving Children. ( 1 1 45.)

1 See Israel's gentle Shepherd stand,

With all-engaging charms !
Hark ! how he calls the tender lambs,
And folds them in his arms !

2 "Permit them to approach," he cries,

"Nor scorn their humble name ;
For 't was to bless such souls as these,
The Lord of angels came.'"

3 We bring them, Lord ! in thankful hands,

And yield them up to thee ;
Joj'ful that we ourselves are thine, —
Thine let our offspring be.

4 Ye little flock ! with pleasure hear, —

Ye children ! seek his face ;
And fly, with transport, to receive
The blessings of his grace.

Philip Doddridge, 1740.

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CHURCH RELATIONS.

L. M.

Lowell Mason, 1830.

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588.

1 Lobd ! I am thine, entirely thine,
Purchased and saved by blood divine;
With full consent thine I would be,
And own thy sovereign right in me.

2 Grant one poor sinner more a place,
Among tho children of thy grace;

A wretched sinner, lost to God,
But ransomed by Immanuel's blood.

3 Thine woul 1 I live, thine would I die,
Be thine through all eternity;

The vow is past beyond repeal;
Now will I set the solemn seal.

4 Here, at that cross, where flows the blood
That bought my guilty soul for God,
Thee my new Master now I call,

And consecrate to thee my all.

5 Do thou assist a feeble worm.
The great engagement to perform;
Thy grace can full assistance lend,
And on that grace I dare depend.

Samuel Davies, 1769.

589

The Day of Espousals. ( 1

1 Oh ! happy day ! that fixed my choice

On thee, my Saviour and my God !
Well may this glowing In art rejoice,
And tell its raptures all abroad.

2 O happy bond ! that seals my vows

To him who merits all my love !
Let cheerful anthems fill his houRe,
While to that sacred shrine I move.

3 'T is done; the great transaction's done;

I am my Lord's, and he is mine;
H<* drew me, and I followed on,

Charmed to confess the voice divine.

4 Now rest, my long divided heart !

Fixed on this blissful centre, rest;
With ashes who would grudge to part,
When called on angels' bread to feast ?

5 High Heaven, that heard the solemn vow,

That vow renewed shall daily hear,
Till, in life's latest hour, I bow,
And bless in death a bond so dear.

Philip Doddridge, 1740.

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Converts welcomed.

(115S.)

1 Come in, thou blessed of the Lord !

Enter in Jesus' precious name;
We welcome thee, with one accord,
And trust the Saviour does the samo.

2 Those joy .;, which earth cannot afford.

We 11 seek in fellowship to prove,
Joined in one spirit to our Lord,
Together bound by mutual love.

3 And, while we pass this vale of tearr>

We '11 make our joys and sorrows known:
We'll share each other's h. pes and iters,
And count a brother's case our own.

4 Once more, our welcome we repeat;

Receive assurance of our love;
Oh ! may we all together meet.
Around the throne of God above.

TJiomas KeUy, 1812.

ENTERING

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NTO COVENANT

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Aaron Chapin, 1823.

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1 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 that till thy house,

My offerings shall be paid:
There shall my zeal perform the vows,
My soul in anguish made.

3 How much is mercy thy delight,

Thou ever-blesse'd God!
How dear thy servants in thy sight !
How precious is their blood !

4 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.

5 Now I am thine, for ever thine,

Nor shall my purpose move;
Thy hand hath loosed my bonds of pain,
And bound me with thy love.

6 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.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

OiJ*. "Hinder me not." (1105.)

1 In all my Lord's appointed ways,
My journey I 'II pursue;
(i Hinder me not " — ye much-loved saints!
For I must go with you.

2 Through floods and flames, if Jesus leads,

I '11 follow where he goes ;
" Hinder me not!" — shall be my cry,
Though earth and hell oppose.

3 Through duty, and through trials too,

1 11 go at his command;
" Hinder me not," for I am bound
To my Immanuel's land.

4 And, when my Saviour calls me home,

Still this my cry shall be, —
"Hinder me not," — come, welcome, death!
I '11 gladly go with thee.

John Ryland, 1773.

Covenant Vows.

(1104.)

593.

1 Witness, ye men and angels! 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 fit Id.

3 We trust not in our native strength,

But on his grace rely,
That, with returning wants, the Lord
Will all our need supply.

4 Oh! 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.

Benjamin Beddome, 1790.

312 CHURCH RELATIONS.

WOODSTOCK. C. M.

Beodatus Button, Jr., 1829.

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Otl4:. Brotherly Love. (1171.)

1 How sweet, how heavenly is the sight,

When those, that love the Lord,
In one another's peace delight,
And so fulfill his word ! —

2 When each can feel his brother's sigh,

And with him bear a part;
When sorrow flows from e37e 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 his 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 he 's an heir of heaven that finds
His bosom glow with love.

Joseph Swain, 1792.

0 tl O • Saints all of one Family. (1172.)

1 Come, let us join our friends above,

That have obtained the prize,
And, on the eagle wings of love,
To joy celestial rise.

2 Let saints below in concert sing

With those to glory gone:
For all the servants of our King
In earth and heaven are one.

3 One family, we dwell in him, —

One church above, beneath,
Though now divided by the stream, —
The narrow stream of death.

4 One army of the living God,

To his command we bow;
Part of the host have crossed the flood,
And part are crossing now.

5 Ev'n now to their eternal home

Some happy spirits fly;
And we are to the margin come.
And soon expect to die.

6 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 Wesley, 1759, a.

0 «/D« Saints all of one Spirit. (117:).)

1 Blessed 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;
We still in Jesus' footsteps tread,
And show his praise below.

3 Oh ! may we ever walk in him,

And nothing know beside !
Nothing desire, nothing esteem,
But Jesus crucified !

Charles U'rslr,,. 1742.

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0 *f i • The Sweetness of Christian Fellowship^

1 Sweet the time, exceeding sweet,
When the saints together meet,
When the Saviour is the theme,
When they joy to sing of him!

2 Sing we then eternal love,
Such as did the Father move;
He beheld the world undone, —
Loved the world, and gave his Son.

3 Sing the Son's amazing love;
How he left the ralms above,
Took our nature and our place,
Lived and died to save our race.

4 Sing we, too, the Spirit's love;
With our wretched hearts he strove,
Took the things of Christ, and showed
How to reach his blest abode.

5 Sweet the place, exceeding sweet,
Where the saints in glory meet;
Where the Saviour 's still the theme,
Where they see and sing of him.

George Burder, 1779, v. 4, c

0 tfO • Christian Union and Love.

1 Jesus, Lord ! we look to thee,
Let us in thy name agree;
Show thyself the Prince of peace,
Bid all strife for ever cease.

2 By thy reconciling love,
Every stumbling-block remove;
Each to each unite, endear;
Come, and spread thy banuer here.

(1175.)

3 Make us one in heart and mind,
Courteous, pitiful, and kind,
Lowly, meek, in thought and word,
Wholly like our blessed Lord.

4 Let us each for others care,
Each his brother's burden bear,
To thy church a pattern give,
Showing how believers live.

5 Let us, then, with joy remove
To thy family above;

On the wings of angels fly,
Showing how believers die.

Charles Wesley, 1749, a.

i) \j O • Cleaving to God's People. ( 11 70

1 People of the living God !

I have sought the world around,
Paths of sin and sorrow trod,

Peace and comfort nowhere found.

2 Now to you my spirit turns, —

Turns, a fugitive unblessed;
Brethren ! where your altar burns;
Oh ! receive me into rest !

3 Lonely I no longer roam,

Like the cloud, the wind, the wave;
Whera you dwell shall be my home,
Where you die shall be my grave;

4 Mine the God Whom you adore,

Your Redeemer shall be mine;
Earth can fill my soul no more,
Every idol 1 resign.

James Montgomery, lK2.r>.

214:

CHURCH RELATIONS.

ST. THOMAS.

S. M.

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1 Blkssed be the tie, that binds

Our hearts iu Christian love !
The fellowship of kindred minds
Is like to that above.

2 Before our Father's throne,

We pour our ardent prayers ;
Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one,
Our comforts and our cares.

3 We share our mutual woes ;

Our mutual burdens bear :
And often for each other flows
The sympathizing tear.

4 When we asunder part,

It gives us inward pain :
But we shall still be 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.

G From sorrow, toil, and pain,
Aud sin we shall be free ;
And perfect love and friendship reign
Through all eternity.

John Fawcett, ]77'2

IHM • Psalm 133.

1 Blessed are the s ins of peace,

Whose In arts ;uid hopes are one. :
Whose kind designs to serve and please

Through all their actions run.

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2 Blessed is the pious house

Where zeal and friendship meet ;
Their songs of praise, their mingled vows,
Make their communion sweet.

3 Thus, when, on Aaron's head,

They poured the rich perfume,
The oil through all his raiment spread,
And pleasure filled the room.

4 Thus, on the heavenly hills,

The saints are blessed above.
Where joy, like morning dew, distills,
And all the air is love.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

")" & • Communion of Saints. ( 1170.)

1 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 Let envy, child of hell !

Be banished far away :
Those should in strictest friendship dwell,
Who the same Lord obey.

4 Thus will the church below

Resemble that above ;
Wh^re streams of endless pleasure flow,
And every heart is love

Benjamin Beddome, 1709.

FELLOWSHIP.

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George Kingsley, 1838.

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Oh! quam jurat fratrcs, Deus ! " (1183.)

1 O Lord ! how joyful 't is to see
The brethren join in love to thee !
On thee aloue their heart relies;
Their only strength thy grace supplies.

2 How sweet, within thy holy place,
With one accord to sing thy grace,
Besieging thine attentive ear
With all the torce of fervent prayer.

3 Oh ! may we love the house of God,
Of peace and joy the blest abode !
Oh ! may no angry strife destroy
That sacred peace, that holy joy !

4 The world without may rage, but we
Will only cling more close to thee,
With hearts to thee more wholly given,
More weaned from earth, mere fixed on

heaven.

5 Lord ! show'r upon us, from above,
The sacred gift of mutual love;
Each other's wants may we supply,
And reign together in the sky.

Lat., Santolius Victor inus, 1G60.
Tr., John Chandler, 1837.

UU-i. Cliristian Friendship. (1184.)

1 How blest the sacred tie, that binds,
In union sweet, according minds !
How swift the heavenly course they run,
Whose hearts, whose faith, whose hopes

are one !

2 To each the soul of each how dear !
What jealous love, what holy fear!
How doth the generous flame within
Refine from earth, and cleanse from sin !

3 Their streaming eyes together flow
For human guilt and mortal woe;
Their ardent prayers together rise,
Like mingling flames in sacrifice.

4 Together oft they seek the place
Where God reveals his awful face;

How high, how strong, their raptures

swell,
There 's none but kindreel souls can tell.

5 Nor shall the glowing flame expire,
When nature droops her sickening fire;
Then shall they meet in realms above,
A heaven of joy, a heaven of love.

Mrs. Anna L. Barbauld, 1797.

UUO. Brotherly Love. (11S2.)

1 Now, by tne love of Christ, my God,

His sharp distress, his sore complaints,
By his last groans, his dying blood,
I charge my soul to love the saints.

2 Clamor, and wrath, and war be gone;

Envy and spite for ever cease;
Let bitter words no more be known
Amongst the saints, the sens of peace.

3 The Spirit, like a peaceful dove,

Flies from the realms of noise and strife;
Why should we vex and grieve his love,
Who seals our souls to heavenly life ?

4 Tender and kind be all our thoughts,

Through all our lives let mercy run:
So God forgives our numerous faults,
For the dear sake of Christ, his Son.
Isaac Walls, 1709, line lbt. a.

216

CHURCH RELATIONS

CAPTIVITY. L. M.

William 77. Bradbury, 1847.

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(Hit). Psalm 85. (1191.)

1 Lord ! (hou hast called thy grace to mind,

Thou hast reversed our heavy doom ;
So God forgave when Israel sinned,

Arid bro'c his wandering captives home.

2 Thou hast begun to set us free,

And made thy fiercest wrath abate ;
Now let our hearts be turned to thee,
And thy salvation be complete.

3 Revive our dying graces, Lord !

And let thy saints in thee rejoice ;
Make known thy truth, fulfill thy word ;
We wait for praise to tune our voice.

4 We wait to hear what God will say ;

He '11 speak, and give his people peace ;
But let them run no more astray ;
Lest his returning wrath increase.

Isaac Walts, 1719.

Psalm 80.

(US*.)

GOT.

1 Great Shepherd of thine Israel !
Who didst between the cherubs dwell,
And led the tribes, thy chosen sheep,
Safe through the dost rt and the deep ;

2 Thy church is in the desert now ;
Shine from on high and guide us through
Turn us to thee, thy love restore ;

We shall be saved, and sigh no more.

3 Great God, whom heavenly hosts obey .
How long shall we lament, and pray,
And wait in vain thy kind return?
How long shall thy fierce anger burn ?

4 Instead of wine and cheerlul bread,
Thy saints with their own tears are fed ;
Turn us to thee, thy love restore ;

We shall be saved, anel sigh no mere.

5 Hast thou not planted, with thy hands,
A lovely vine in these fair lands ?

But now, dear Lord ! look down, and see
Thy mourning vine, that lovely tree !

6 Return, almighty Goel ! return ;

Nor let thy bleeding vineyard mourn ;
Turn us to thee, thy love restoie ;
We shall be saved and ? igh no mere.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

"HJt% The Vision of the dry Bones. (11£8.)

1 Look down, O Lore! ! with pitying eye ;
See Adam's race in ruin lie ;

Sin spreads its trophies o'er the ground,
And scatters slaughtered heaps around.

2 And can these mouldering corpses live?
And can these perisheel bones revive ?
That, mighty Goel ! to thee is known ;
That wondrous work is all thine own.

3 Thy ministers are sent in vain
To prophesy upon the slain ;

In vain they call, in vain they cry,
Till thine almighty aiel in nigb.

4 But, if thy Spirit dpicrn to breathe,

Life spreads through ; 11 the realms cf

e'eath ;
Dry bones obey thy powerful voice ;
They move, they waken, they rejoice.

Philip Doddridge, 1740.

BOYLSTON.

217

Lowell Mason, 18:52.

OU*/« Prayer for a Revival. (1196.)

1 O Lord ! thy work revive,

In Zion's gloomy hour,
And let our dying graces live
By thy restoring power.

2 Oh ! let thy chosen few

Awake to earnest prayer;
Tneir covenant again renew,
And walk in filial fear.

3 Thy Spirit then will speak

Through lips of humble clay,
TdL hearts of adamant shall break,
Till rebels shall obey.

4 Now lend thy gracious ear:

Now listen to our cry;
Oh ! come and bring salvation near;
Our souls on thee tA\\

Mrs. Phoebe II. Brown, 1831.

OlVf A Revival sought.

1 Revive thy work, O Lord !

Thy mighty arm make bare;
Speak, with the voice that wakes the dead,
And make thy people hear.

2 Revive thy work, O Lord !

Disturb this sleep of death :
Quicken the smouldering embers now,
By thine almiglity breath.

3 Revive thy work, O Lord !

Exalt thy precious name;
And, by the Holy Ghost, our love
For thee and thine inflame.

4 Revive thy work, O Lord !

And give refreshing showers;

The glory shall be all thine own,

The blessing, Lord ! be ours.

Albert Midlane, 1861.

611

Longing for a Revival.

(1197.)

(llH.j.)

1 Oh ! for th 3 happy hour

When God will hear our cry;
And send, with a reviving power,
His Spirit from on high !

2 We meet, we sing, we pray,

We listen to the word,
In vain; we see no cheering ray,
No cheering voice is heard.

3 Our prayers are faint and dull,

And languid all our songs;
Where once with joy our hearts were full,
And rapture tuned our tongues.

i While many seek thy house,
How few, around thy board,
Meet to recount their solemn vows,
And bless thee as their Lord!

5 Thou, thou alone canst give
Thy gospel sure success;
Canst bid the dying sinner live
Anew in holiness.

G Come. th°n, with power divine,
Spirit of life and love !
Then shall our people all be thine.
Our church, like that above.

George W. Bethune, 1843.

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CHURCH RELATIONS.

GREENVILLE.

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Adapted by J. B. Cramer.

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1 Saviour ! visit thy plantation ;

Grant us, Lord ! a gracious rain ;
All will come to desolation,

Unless thou return again :
Keep no longer at a distance,

Shine upon us from on high,
Lest, for want of thine assistance,

Every plant should droop and die.

2 Surely, once thy garden flourished ;

Every part looked gay and green ;
Then thy word our spirits nourished :

Happy seasons we have seen !
But a drought has since succeeded,

And a sad decline we see :
Lord ! thy help is greatly needed ;

Help can only come from thee.

3 Some, in whom we once delighted,

We shall meet no more below :
Some, alas ! we fear, are blighted,

Scarce a single leaf they show:
Dearest Saviour ! hasten hither,

Thou canst make them bloom again
Oh ! permit them not to wither,

Let not all our hopes be vain.

4 Let our mutual love be fervent ;

Make us prevalent in prayers ;
Let each one, esteemed thy servant,
Shun the world's bewitching snares

Break the tempter's fatal power,
Turn the stony heart to flesh,

And begin, from this good hour,
To revive thy work afresh.

John Newton, 1779.

0 1 f>« Comfort for the Church. ( 1 199.

1 Hear what God, the Lord, hath spoken ;

O nay people, faint and few,
Comfortless, afflicted, broken !

Fair abodes I build for you ;
Themes of heartfelt tribulation

Shall no more perplex your ways ;
Yon 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 :
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 for evtr 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.

William Cowper, 1772.

ZERAH.
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REVIVAL

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U 1 4:. Psalm 102. ( 1202. )

1 Let Zicm and her sons rejoice;

Behold the promised hour !
Her God hath heard her mourning voice,
And comes t' exalt his power.

2 Her dust and ruins, that remain,

Are precious in our eyes:
Those ruins shall be built again,
And all that dust shall rise.

3 The Lord will raise Jerusalem,

And stand in <_lory there;
Nations shall bow before his name,
And kings attend with fear.

4 He sits a sovereign on his throne,

With pity in his eyes;
He hears the dying prisoners groan,
And sees their sighs arise.

5 He frees the souls condemned to death,

And, when his saints complain,
It sha' n't be said, that praying breath
Was ever spent in vain.

G This shall be known, when wo are dead,
And left on long record,
That ages yet unborn may read,
And trust, and praise the Lord.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

wlO. Psalm 126.

1 Ye servants of the living God !

Let praise your hearts employ ;
Anl, as you tread the heavenly road

Lift up the voice of joy.

(1203.)

2 Have they not reason to rejoice,

Whose sins have been forgiven;—
Called by a gracious Father's voice
To be the heirs of heaven ?

3 How do the captive's transports flow,

When rescued from his chains !
And how must sinners joy to know
Their great Deliverer reigns !

4 Oh ! grant us, Lord ! to feel and own

The power of love divine,
The blood that doth for sin atone,
The grace which makes us thine.

William H. Balhurst, 1830.

0 lOi A Revival sought. ( 1204.)

1 Blest Jesus ! come thou gently down,

And fill this hallowed place;
Oh ! make thy glorious goings known,
Diffuse around thy grace.

2 Shine, dearest Lord ! from realms of day,

Disperse the gloom of night;
Chase all our clouds and doubts away,
And turn the shades to light.

3 Revive, O God ! desponding saints,

Who languish, droop and sigh;
Refresh the soul that tires and faints,
Fill mourning hearts with joy.

4 Make known thy power, victorious King!

Subdue each stubborn will;
Then sovereign grace we '11 join to sing
On Zion's sacred hill.

Anon., 1850.

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" ) I I . The Glory-beaming Star.

1 Watchman ! tell us of the night !

What its signs of promise are ;—
Traveler ! o'er yon mountain's height,

See that glory-beaming star ! —
Watchman ! does its beauteous ray

Aught of joy or hope foretell? —
Traveler ! yes ; it brings the day,

Promised day of Israel ! —

2 Watchman ! tell us of the night ;

Higher yet that star ascends ; —
Traveler ! blessedness and light,

Peace and truth, its course portends ;-
Watchman ! will its beams alone

Gild the spot that gave them birth ?—
Traveler ! ages are its own ;

See, it bursts o'er all the earth ! —

3 Watchman ! tell us of the night,

For the morning seems to dawn ; —
Traveler ! darkness takes its flight,

Doubt and terror arc withdrawn ; —
Watchmen ! let thy wanderings cease ;

Hi? thee to thy quiet home ! —
Traveler! lo! the Prince of peace,

Lo ! the Son of God, is come !

John Bowring, 1826.

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Home Missions.

(1212.)

Soldiers of the cross ! arise ;

Gird you with your armor bright ;
Mighty are your enemies,

Hard the battle ye must fight ;
O'er a faithless fallen world,

Kaise your banner to the sky,
Let it float there, wide unfurled,

Bear it onward, lift it high.

Mid the homes of want and woe,

Strangers to the living word,
L t the Saviour's herald go,

Let the voice of hope be heard ;
To the weary and the worn,

Tell of realms where sorrows cease ;
To the outcast and forlorn,

Speak of mercy, grace, and peace.

Guard the helpless, seek the strayed,

Comfort troubles, banish grief ;
With the Spirit's sword arrayed,

Scatter sin and unbelief :
B3 the banner still unfurled,

l'» iar it bravely still abroad.
Till the kingdoms of the world

Are the kingdoms of the Lord.

William Walsham How, 1854.

MISSIONS

221

RHINE.

H. M.

Thomas Hastings, 1836.

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The Great Conqueror.

1 All hail ! incarnate God !

The wondrous things, foretold
Of thee, in sacred writ,

With joy our eyes behold ;
Still does thine arm new trophies wear,
And monuments of glory rear.

2 Oh ! haste, victorious Prince !

That glorious, happy day,
"When souls, like drops of dew,

Shall own thy gentle sway;
Oh ! may it bless our longing eyes,
And bear cur shouts beyond the skies !

3 All hail ! triumphant Lord !

Eternal be thy reign ;
Behold the nations sue

To wear thy gentle chain :
When earth and time are known no more,
Thy throne shall stand for ever sure.

Elizabeth Scott, 1763.

U^Vf. Psalm 45. (1216.)

1 Gird on thy conquering sword,

Ascend thy shining car,
And march, almighty Lord !

To wage thy holy war :
Before his wheels, in glad surprise,
Ye valleys ! rise ; and sink, ye hills !

2 Before thine awful face

Millions of foes shall fall,
The captives of thy grace, —

That grace which conquers all :
The world shall know, great King of kings!
What wondrous things thine arm can do.

Here, to my willing soul,

Bend thy triumphant way;
Here every foe control,

And all thy power display :
My heart, thy throne, blest Jesus ! see,
Bows low to thee, to thee alone.

621

Philip Doddridge, 1736.
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Prayer for the. Spirit.

1 O thou that nearest prayer !

Attend our humble cry ;
And let thy servants share

Thy blessing from on high :
We plead the promise of thy word ;
Grant us thy Holy Spirit, Lord !

2 If earthly parents hear

Their children when they cry ;
If they, with love sincere,

Their children's wants supply ;
Much more wilt thou thy love display,
And answer when thy children pray.

3 Our Heavenly Father, thou ; —

"We. children of thy grace :
Oh ! let thy Spirit now

Descend, and fill the place :
That all may leel the heavenly flame,
And all unite to praise thy name.

4 Oh ! send thy Spirit down

On all the nations, Lord !
"With great success to crown

The preaching of thy word,
That heathen lands may own thy sway,
And cast their idol-gods away.

John Burton, 1824.

CHURCH RELATIONS.

SURREY. L. M.

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1 Indulgent Sovereign of the skies !

And wilt thou bow thy gracious ear ?
"While feeble mortals raise their cries,
Wilt thou, the great Jehovah, hear ?

2 How shall thy servants give thee rest,

Till Zion's mouldering walls thou raise ?

Till thine own power shall stand con-

And make Jerusalem a praise? [fessed,

3 Look down, 0 God ! with pitying eye,

And view the desolation round ;
See, what wide realms in darkness lie,
And hurl their idols to the ground.

4 Loud let the gospel trumpet blow,

And call the nations from afar ;
Let all the isles their Saviour know,
And earth's remotest ends draw near.

5 On all our souls let grace descend,

Like heav mly dew, in copious showers ;
That we may call our God our Friend ;
That wc may hail salvation ours.

PMlip Doddridge, 1740.

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The Glory of the latter Day.

1 Arise, arise ; with joy survey
The glory of the latter day ;
Already is the dawn begun

Which marks at hand the rising sun,

2 "Behold the way '" ye heralds ! cry ;
Spare not, but lift your voices high ;
Convey the sound from pole to pole,

• Glad tidings to the captive coul.

(1219.)

3 Behold the way to Zion's hill,
Where Israel's God delights to dwell !
He fixes there his lofty throne,

And calls the sacred place his own.

4 The north gives up ; the south no more
Keeps back her consecrated store ;
From east to west the message runs,
And either India yields her sons.

5 Auspicious dawn ! thy rising ray
With joy we view, and hail the day :
Great Sun of righteousness ! arise,
And fill the world with glad surprise.

Thomas Kelly, 1809, a.

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For a vii.monary Meeting.

(1220.)

1 Assembled at thy great command,
Before thy face, dread King ! we stand :
The voice that marshaled every star,
Has called thy people from afar.

2 "We meet, through distant lands, to spread
The truth, for which the martyrs bled ;
Along the line, to either pole,

The thunder of thy praise to roll.

3 Our prayers assist, accept our praise.
Our hopes revive, our courage raise,
Our counsels aid ; and, Oh ! impart
The single eye, the faithful heart.

4 Forth with thy chosen heralds come,
Recall tlw wandering spirits home ;
From Zion's mount send forth the sound,
To spread the spacious world around.

William B. Collyer, Iffil

MISSIONS.

223

MISSIONARY CHANT.

L. M.

Charles Zeuner, 1832.

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1 Aem of the Lord ! awake, aw. ke;

Put on thy strength, the nations shake;
And let the world, adoring, see
Triumphs of mercy, wrought by thee.

2 Say to the heathen, from thy throne,
" I am Jehovah God alone ! "

Thy voice their idols shall confound,
And cast their altars to the ground.

3 No more let human blood bo spilt,
Vain sacrifice for human guilt;
But to each conscience be applied

The blood, that flowed from Jesus' side.

4 Almighty God ! thy grace proclaim,
In every clime, of every name,
Till adverse powers before thee fall,
And crown the Saviour - Lord of all.

William Slirubsole, 1776.

0 £ t>. The mm ing Reign of Christ. ( 1 229.)

1 Ascend thy throne, almighty King !

And spread thy glories all abroad ;
Let thine own arm salvation bring,
And be thou known the gracious God.

2 Let millions bow before thy seat;

Let humble mourners seek thy face:
Bring daring reliels to thy feet,
Subdued by thy victorious grace.

3 Oh! let the kingdoms of the world

Become the kingdoms of the Lord;
Let saints and angels praise thy name,
Be thou thro' heaven and earth adored.
Benjamin Beddonw.. 1778.
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! 1 Jesus ! thy church, with longing eyes,
For thine expected coining waits;
When will the promised light arise,
And glory beam from Z ion's gates ?

2 E'en now, when tempests round us fall,

And wintry clouds o'ercast the sky,
Thy words with pleasure we recall,
And deem that our redemption 's nigh.

3 Oh ! come and reign o'er every land;

Let Satan from his throne be hurled,
All nations bow to thy command,
And grace revive a dying world.

4 Teach us, in watchfulness and prayer,

To wait for the appointed hour;
And fit us, by thy grace, to share

The triumphs of thy conquering power.
William H. Balhurst, 1831.

0 » O • The Time to favor Zion. ( 1 225. )

1 Sovereign of worlds ! display thy power;
Be this thy Zion's favored hour:

Oh ! bid the morning star arise:
Oh. ! point the heathen to the ski< s.

2 Set up thy throne where Satan reigns,
In western wild^ and eastern plains:
Far let the gospel's sound Ve known;
Make thou the universe thine own.

3 Speak, and the world shall hear thy voice;
Speak, and the desert shall rejoice:
Dispel the gloom of heathen night;

Bid evrry nation hail the light.

B. H. Draper, 1816.

224

YARMOUTH.

CHURCH RELATIONS

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Lowell Mason, 1835.

Stand up, stand up for Je - sus,
Lift high his roy - al ban-ner,.

Ye soldiers of the cross !

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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 indeed.

Stand up, stand up for Jesus,

The trumpet call obey;
Forth to the mighty conflict,

In this his glorious day:
Ye that are men ! now serve him,

Against unnumbered foes;
Tour courage rise with danger,

And strength to strength oppose.

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.

(1241.)

4 Stand up, stand up for Jesus;
The strife will not be long;
This day, the noise of battle, —

The next, the victor's song:
To him that overcometh,

A crown of life shall be ;
He, with the King of glory,
Shall reign eternally !

George Duffield, 1868.

Oe>". PSALM 14.

1 Oh ! that the Lord's salvation

Were out of Zion come,
To heal his ancient nation,

To lead his outcasts home !
How long the holy city

Shall heathen feet profane ?
Return, O Lord ! in pity,

Rebuild her walls again.

2 Let fall thy rod of terror,

Thy saving grace impart;
Roil back the veil of error,

Release the fettered heart;
Let Israel, home returning,

Their lost Messiah ste;
Give oil of joy for mourning,

And bind thy church to thee.

Henry Francis Lyte. 1834

MISSIONARY HYMN

MISSIONS.

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225

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From India's coral strand,
Where Afric's sunny fountains

Rul down their golden sand, —
From many an ancient river,

From many a palmy plain,
They call us to deliver

Their laud from error's chain.

2 What, though the spicy breezes

Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle ;
Though every prospect pleases,

And ouly m m is vile ?
In vain with lavish kindness

The gifts of God are strown ;
The heathen, in his blindness,

Bows down to wood and stone !

3 Can we, whose souls are lighted

With wisdom from on high, —
Can we. to men benighted,

The lamp of life deny ?
Salvation, Oh! salvation! —

The joyful sound proclaim,
Till each remotest nation

Has learned Messiah's name.

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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 !

Reginald Heber, 1819.

Utf.-W* The universal Hallelujah. (1244.)

1 When shall the voice of singing

Fiow joyfully along,
When hill and valley, ringing

With one triumphant song,
Proclaim the contest ended,

And him, who once was slain,
A second time descended,

In righteousness to reign ?

2 Then, from the craggy mountains,

Tiie sacred shout shall fly ;
And shady vales and fountains

Shall echo the reply :
High tower and lowly dwelling

Shall send the hymn around,
All. hallelujah swelling

In one continued sound.

James Edmeston, 1822.

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CHURCH RELATIONS.

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OOw« Psalm 67. (1232.)

1 Shine, mighty God ! on Zion shine

With beams ot heavenly grace ;
Reveal thy power through all our coasts,
And show thy smiling lace.

2 When shall thy name, from shore to shore,

Sound all the earth abroad,
And distant nations know and love
Their Saviour and their God?

3 Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands !

Sing loud with solemn voice ;
Let every tongue exalt his praise,
And every heart rejoice.

4 Earth shall obey her Maker's will,

And yield a full increase ;
Our God will crown his chosen land,
With fruitfulness and peace.

5 God, the Redeemer, scatters round

His choicest favors here,
While the creation's utmost bound
Shall see, adore, and fear.

Isaac Watts, 1719, a.

OO-r • The Diffusion of the Gospel. ( 1235.)

1 Great God ! the nations of the earth

Are by creation thine ;
And. in thy works, by all behold,
Thy radiant glories shiue.

2 But. Lord ! thy greater love has sent

Thy gospel to mankind.
Unveiling what rich stores of grace
Are treasured in thy mind.

Lord ! when shall these glad tidings
The spacious earth around, [spread

Till every tribe and every soul,
Shall hear the joyful sound !

Oh ! when shall Afric's sable sons

Enjoy the heavenly word,
And vassals, long enslaved, become

The freedmen of the Lord ?

5 When shall th' untutored India tribes,

A dark, bewildered race.
Sit down at our Immanuel's feet,
And learn and feel his grace !

6 Smile ! Lord, on each divine attempt

To spread the gospel's rays ;
And build, on sin's demolished throne,
The temples of thy praise.

Thomas Gibbons, 1769.

0 »> O . The Gospel Heralds. i 1 2 37.)

1 Go, and the Saviour's grace proclaim,

Ye favored men of God !
Go, publish, through Imnianucrs name,
Salvation bought with blood.

2 He, who has called you to the war,

Will recompense your pains ;
Before Messiah's conquering car.
Shall mountains sink to plains.

3 Shrink rot, though earth and hell oppose,

But plead your Master's cause ;
Assured that cVii your mightiest foes
Shall bow before his cross.

Thomas M,,r<ll. 1818.

MISSIONS.

297

TAMWORTH.

Sootoh Melody.
8s, 7s & 4. Adftpted by Charles Lockhart, civ. 1790.

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0*er the gloomy hills of darkness,

Cheered by no celestial ray,
Sun of righteousness ! arising,

Bring the bright, the glorious day ;

Send the gospel,
To the earth's remotest bound.

May the heathen, now adoring
Idol-gods of wood and stone,

Come, and, worshiping before him,
Serve the living God alone :

Let thy glory
Fill the earth, as floods the sea.

2 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.

3 Fly abroad, thou mighty gospel !

Win and conquer, never cease ;
May thy lasting, wide dominions,
Multiply and still increase ;

Sway thy sceptre,
Saviour ! all the world around.

William Williams, 1772, a.

DO!* Light for the Gentiles. (1248.

1 O'er the realms of pagan darkness,

Let the eye of pity gaze ;
See the kindreds of the people,
Lost in sin's bewildering maze ; -

Darkness brooding
On the face of all the earth !

2 Light of them that sit in darkness !

Rise and shine, thy blessings bring ;
Light, to lighten all the Gentiles !
Rise with healing in thy wing :

To thy brightness,
Let all kings and nations come.

j 4 Thou, to whom all power is given !
Speak the word ; at thy command,
Let the company of preachers

Spread thy name from land to land :

Lord ! be with them,
Alway to the end of time.

Thomas Cotterill, 1819.

0 O O • Dawning of the latter Day. ( 1251. )

1 Te°, we trust, the day is breaking ;

Joyful times are near at hand ;
Gorl, the mighty God, is speaking
By his word in every land ;

Mark his progress !
Darkness flies, at his command.

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.

3 God of Jacob, high and glorious !

Let thy people see thy hand ;
Let the gospel be victorious,

Through the world, in every land;

Let the idols
Perish, Lord ! at thy command.

Thomas Kelly, 1809.

228

WATCHMAN.

CHURCH RELATIONS.

. S. M.

James Leach, 1789.

O Lord, our God ! a

The cause of truth main - tain

639,

The universal Reign of Clirist. ( 1256.)

1 O Loed, our God ! arise ;

The cause of truth maintain ;
Aud wide, o'er all the peopled world,
Extend her blesse'd reign.

2 T.iou Prince of life ! arise,

Nor let thy glory cease ;
Far spread the conquests of thy grace,
And bless the earth with peace.

3 Thou Holy Ghost ! arise ;

Expand thy quickening wing,
And o'er a dark and ruined world
Let light and order spring.

4 All on the earth ! arise ;

To God, the Saviour, sing ;
From shore to shore, from earth to heaven,
Let echoing anthems ring !

Ralph Wardlaw, 1803.

1)4:0. Christ's Coming.

1 Come, Lord ! and tarry not ;

Bring the long-looked-for day ;
Oh ! why these years of waiting here,
These ages of delay ?

2 Come, for thy saints still wait ;

Daily ascends their sigh ;
The Spirit and the Bride say, Come!
Dost thou not hear the cry ?

3 Come, and make all things new.

Build up this rained earth,
Restore our faded paradise, —
Creation's second birth.

(1259.)

4 Come and begin thy reign
Of everlasting peace ;
Come, take the kingdom to thyself,
Great King of righteousness !

Iforatius Bonar, 1857.

04: 1 • The rannply of God. ( 1260.)

1 Soldiees of Christ ! arise,

And put your armor on, — [plies,

Strong, in the strength which God sup-
Through his eternal Son : —

2 Strong, in the Lord of hosts,

And in his mighty power ;
Who in the strength of Jesus trusts,
Is more than conqurror.

3 Stand, then, in his great might,

With all his strength endued ;
And take, to arm you for the fight,
The panoply of God : —

4 That, having all things done,

And all your conflicts past,
You may o'ercome through Christ alone,
And stand entire at last.

5 From strength to strength go on ;

Wrestle, and fight, and pray ;
Tread all the powers of darkness down,
And win the well-fought day,

6 Still let the Spirit cry,

In all his soldiers. "Come,"
Till Christ, the Lord, descends from high,
And takes the conquerors home.

Charles Wesley, 1749.

WORKING AND GIVING.

229

STATE STREET.

S. M.

Jonathan C. Woodman, 1844.

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» 77i - Z,ai<> q/ Lore. ( 1263.)

1 Oh ! praise our God to-day,

His constant mercy bless,
"NVbose love batb belped us on our way,
And granted us success.

2 His arm the strength imparts

Our daily toil to bear ;
His grace alone inspires our hearts,
Each other's load to share.

3 Oh ! happiest work below,

Earnest of joy above,
To sweeten many a cup of woe,
By deeds of holy love !

4 Lord ! may it be our choice

This blessed rule to keep,
"Rejoics with them that do rejoice,
And weep with them that weep."

5 God of the widow ! hear ;

Our work of mercy bless ;

God of the fatherle ss ! be near,

And grant us good success.

Henry W. Baker, 18.-.2.

3 The captive to release,

To God the lost to bring,
To teach the way of life and peace,
It is a Christ-like thing.

4 And we believe thy word,

Though dim our faith may be :
Whate'er for thine we do, O Lord,
We do it unto thee.

William Walsham How, 1854.

644.

Contributions.

(1266.)

64?>.

Doing Good.

1 We give thee but thine own,

Whate'er the gift may be :
All that we have is thine alone,
A trust, 0 Lord ! from thee.

2 To comfort and to bless,

To find a balm for woe,
To tend the lone and fatherless
Is angels' work below.

(1264.)

1 Thy bounties, gracious Lord !

With gratitude we own ;
We bless thy providential grace,
Which showers its blessings down.

2 With joy the people bring

Their offerings round thy throne ;
With thankful souls, behold ! we pay
A tribute of thine own.

3 Let a Redeemer's blood

Diffuse its virtues wide ;
Hallow and cleanse our every gift,
And all our follies hide.

4 Oh ! may this sacrifice

To thee, the Lord, ascend,
An odor of a sweet perfume,
Presented by his hand.

5 Well pleased our God shall view

The products of his grace ;
And, in a plentiful reward,
Fulfill his promises.

Elizabeth Scott, 1806.

CHURCH RELATIONS

C. M.

H. I. 1840.

Christian Charily.

1 Blest is the man, whose softening heart

Feels all another's pain ;
To whom the supplicating eye
Was never raised in vain ; —

2 Whose breast expands with generous

A stranger's woes to feel, [warmth,

And bleeds in pity o'er the wound
He wauts the power to heal.

3 He spreads bis kind supporting arms

To every child of grief ;
His secret bounty largely flows,
And brings unasked relief.

4 To gentle offices of love,

His feet are never slow ;
He views, tbrough mercy's melting eye.
A brother in a foe.

5 Peace, from the bosom of his God,

The Lord to him will give ;
And, when he kneels before the throne,
His trembling soul shall live.

Mrs. Anna L. Barbauld, 1772.

Ot'). Christ relieved i* his Saints. (1M9.)

1 Jesus, my Lord ! how rich thy grace !

Thy bounties —how complete !
How shall I count the matchless sum?
How pay the mighty debt?

2 High on a throne of radiant light,

Dost thou exalted shine ;
What can my poverty bestow.
When all the worlds are thine.

3 But thou hast brethren here below,

The partners of thy grace,
And wilt confess their humble names
Before thy Father's face.

4 In them may'st thou be clothed, and fed,

And visited, and cheered ;
And, in their accents of distress,
My Saviours voice be heard.

Philip Doddridge, 1740.

647.

The good Samaritan.

(1200.)

1 Father of mercies ! send thy grace,

All-powerful from above,
To form, in our obedient souls,
The image of thy love.

2 Oh ! may our sympathizing breasts

That generous pleasure know,
Kindly to share in others' joy,
And weep for others' woe.

3 When the most helpl ss sons of grief,

In low distress, are laid,
Soft be our hearts their pains to feel,
And swift our hands to aid.

4 So Jesus looked on dying men,

When throned above the skies ;
And midst th' embraces of his God,
He felt compassion rise.

5 On wings of love, the Saviour flew,

To raise us from the ground ;
And made the richest of his blood
A balm for every wound.

Philip DoddriO&e, 1740.

WORKING AND GIVING

231

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L. M.

William Bea6ta.ll.

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04:^. Giving to God. (1

1 0 Lord of heaven, and earth, and sea !
To the? all praise and glory be:
How shall we show our love to thee,

Who give'st all — who give'st all?

2 The gol len runshine, vernal air,
Sweet fl^wQr.5 and fruit thy love declare;
When harvests ripen, thou art there,

"Who give'st all — who givtst all.

3 For peaceful homei and healthful days,
For all th 3 blessings earth displays,
"We owe thee thankfulness and praise,

Who give'st all — who give'st all.

d For souls redeemed, for sins forgiven,
For means of grace aud hopes of heaven,
What can to thee, O Lord ! be given,
Who givest all— who give'st all.

5 We lose what on ourselves we spend,
We have, as treasures without end,
Whatever. Lord ! to thee we lend,
Who givest all who givest all ?

0 Whatever. Lord ! we lend to thee,
B paid a thousandfold will be;
Then gladly will we give to thee.

Who givest all— who give'st all.

Christopher Wofisworfk, ISC;').

0-±»J. Psalm 41. (1275.)

1 Blest is the man whose heart doth move,

And melt with pity, to the poor;
Whose soul, by sympathizing love,
Feels what his fellow saints endure.

thee, Who giv - est

.) 2 His heart contrives, for their relief.

More good than his own hands can do;
He, in the time of general grief,
Shall find the Lord has pity too.

3 His soul shall live secure on earth,
With secret blessings on his head,

When drought, and pestilence, and dearth
Around him multiply their dead.

4 Or, if he languish ou his couch,
God will pronounce his sins forgiven,

Will save him with a healing touch,
Or take his walling soul to heaven.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

0 O U • Jesus, a e Model of Benevolence. (127 7.)

1 When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay,
What were his works from day to day,
But miracles of power aud grace,
That spread salvation through our race ?

2 Teach us, 0 Lord ! to keep in view
Thy pattern, and thy step> pursue:
Let alms bestowed, let kindness done,
Be witnessed by each rolling sun.

3 That man may list, but never lives.
Who much receives, but nothing gives,
Whom none can Inc. whom none can
Creation's blot, creation's blank: [thank,

•1 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.

Thomas Gibbons, 1784

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Thomas Thorley, 17—,

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1 Hebe, in thy name, eternal God !

We build this earthly house for thee ;
Oh ! choose it for thy fixed abode,
From every error keep it free.

2 Here, when thy messengers proclaim

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

3 When children's voices raise the song, —

"Hosanna!" — to their heavenly King,
Let heaven with earth the strain prolong ;
"Hosanna !" — let the angels sing.

4 But will, indeed, Jehovah deign

Here to abide, no transient guest ?
Here will the world's Redeemer reign,
And here the Holy Spirit rest ?

5 That glory never hence depart !

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

James Montgomery, 1825, v. 1, a.

\ftJrmi • Laying a Corner-Stone. | 1286.)

1 An earthly temple here we raise,
Lord God, our Saviour ! to thy praise ;
Oh ! make thy gracious presence known,
While now we lay its corner-stone.

2 Within the house thy servants rear
Deign by thy Spirit to appear ;
On all its walls salvation write,
From corner-stone to topmost height.

87.)

3 And, when this temple, "made with
Upon its firm foundation stands, [hands,"
Oh ! may we all, with loving heart,

In nobler building bear a part :

4 Where every polished stone shall be
A human soul won back to thee ;
All restirg upon Christ alone, —
The chief and precious Corner-Stone.

5 So, when our toil is o'er at last,
All labor in both temples passed,
Oh ! may it then by works be shown.
That faith hath laid this corner-stone.

Mrs. Catherine II. Johnson, 1866.

OOd« God's great Temple. (

1 The perfect world, by Adim trod,
Was the first 1 emple, — built by God ;
His fiat laid the corner-stone,

And heaved its pillars, one by one.

2 He hung its starry roof on high —
The broad, illimitable sky ;

He spread its pavement, green and bright
And curtained it with morning light.

3 The mountains in their places stood,
The sea, the sky, and "all was good ;"
And, when its first pure praises rang,
The "morning stars together Bang.

4 Lord, 't is not ours to make the sea
And earth and sky a house for thee ;
But, in thy sight, our offering stands, —
An humbler temple "made with bands."

Nathaniel P. Willis, 1826.

CHIMES.

ERECTION OF CHURCHES. 233

C. M. Lowell Mason, 1840.

And bless thee for thy gift, bestowed On pil - grims here be - low.

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" «.! *r • Dedication of a Ch urch .

1 Eternal Source of every good !

Beforj thy throne we bow,
And bless tuee for thy gift, bestowed
On pilgrims here below.

2 Our hearts and bands hast thou inclined

To raise this house of prayer;
Oh ! may we seek, and ever find,
Thy gracious presence here.

3 Long may thy heralds here proclaim

Tne wonders of thy grace,
And sinners, taught to fear thy name,
Repenting, seek thy face.

4 Here may thy children sweetly feed

On manna sent from heaven,
Drink freely at the fountain-head,
Whence living streams are given.

5 Here let our offspring, and their sons,

Be of the Saviour blessed;
And thus, while time its circuit runs,
Find here a settled rest.

6 To the eternal, sacred Three,

The great mysterious One,
Now may this house devoted be, —
To thee, and thee alone.

Benjamin Beddome, 1790.

0 »> ') . Tjie HmlSe of God. ( 1 2S<>. )

1 O thou, whose own vast temple stand?,

Built over earth and sea!
Accept the walls that human hands
Have raised to worship thee.

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2 Lord ! from thine inmost glory send,

Within these walls t' abide,
The peace that dwelleth without end,
Serenely by tby side !

3 May erring minds, that worship here,

Be taught the better way;
And they who mourn, and they who fear,
Be strengthened as they pray.

4 May faith grow firm, and love grow warm,

And pure devotion rise, [storm

While, round these hallowed walls, the
Of earth-born passion dies.

William C. Bryant, 1835.

vUO» A new House of Worship.

1 God of the universe ! to thee

This sacred house we rear,
And now, with songs and bended knee,
Invoke thy presence here.

2 Long may this echoing dome resound

The praises ot thy name,
These hallowed walls to all around
The Triune God proclaim.

3 Here let thy love, thy presence dwell;

Tby glory here make known;
Thy people's home, Oh ! come and fill,
And seal it as thine own.

4 And, when the last long Sabbath morn

Upon the just shall rise,
May all who own thee here be borne
To mansions in the skies.

Miss Mary O , 1841.

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SPECIAL OCCASIONS

,'Ohonn Rudolph Aide, 1664.

Praise to God, ira - mor - tal praise, For the love that crowns our days

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^ Of t Thanksgivings. (1291.)

1 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 flocks that roam the plain,
Yellow sheaves of ripened grain,
Clouds that drop their fattening dews,
Suns that temperate warmth diffuse; —

3 All that spring, with bounteous hand,
Scatters o'er the smiling land,

All that liberal autumn pours
From her rich o'erflowing stores; —

4 Lord ! for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows, and solemn praise;
And, when every blessing 's flown,
Love thee for thyself alone.

Mrs. Anna L. Barbauld, 1772.

OOo» Psalm 107. (1292.)

1 Thank and praise Jehovah's name;

For his mercies, firm and sure,
From eternity the same,
To eternity endure.

2 Let the ransomed thus rejoice,

Gathered out of every land,
As the people of his choice,

Plucked from the destroyer's hand.

3 To a pleasant land he briugs,

Where the vine and olive grow,
Where, from flowery hills, the springs
Through luxuriant valleys flow.

He, with health, renews their frame,
Lengthens out their numbered days:

Let them glorify his name,
With the sacrifice of praise.

5 Oh! that men would praise the Lord,
For his goodness to their race;
For the wonders of his word,
And the riches of his grace !

James Montgomery, 1822.

0 «> *J • Our native Land. ( 1 298, )

1 Swell the anthem, raise the song;
Praises to our God belong;
Saiuts and angels ! join to sing,
Praise to heav'n's almighty King.

2 Blessings, from his libei al hand.
Pour around this happy land;
Let our hearts, beneath his sway,
Hail the bright triumphant day.

3 Now to thee our joys ascend,

Thou hast b^en our heavenly Friend:
Guarded by thy mighty power.
Peace and freedom bless our shore.

4 Here, beneath a virtuous sway,
Lawful rulers we olxy:

Here, we feel no tyrant?* rod.
Here, we own and' worship God.

5 Hark! the voice of nature sings
Praises to the King of kings;
L?t us join the choral song.
And the heavenly notes prolong.

Nathan Strong, 171)0.

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Native Country.

My country! 't is of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,

Of thee I sing ;
Land, where my fathers died!
Land of the pilgrims' pride !
From every mountain side,

(1297.)

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 freedom's holy light ;
Protect us, by thy might,

Great God, our King !

Samuel F. Smith
DO 1 • Our Native Land.

1 God bless our native land !
Firm may she ever stand,
Through storm and night ;

1832.
( 1299.)

When the wild tempests rave,
Ruler of winds and wave !
Do thou our country save,

By thy great might.
2 For her our piayer shall rise,
To God, above the skies ;

On him we wait ;
Thou, who iirt ever nigh,
Guardian with watchlul eye !
To thee aloud we cry, —

God save the State !

John S. Bwight, 1844.

Ol) * • Thanks for the Harvest. ( 1301.

1 The God of harvest praise ;
In loud thanksgivings, raise

Hand, heart, and voice !
The valleys laugh and sing ;
Forests and mountains ring ;
The plains their tribute bring ;

The streams rejoice.

2 Yea, bless his holy name,
And joyous thanks proclaim

Through all the earth ;
To glory in your lot
Is comely ; but be not
God's benefits forgot

Amidst your mirth.

3 The God of harvest praise ;
Hands, hearts, and voices raise,

With one accord ;
From field to gamer throng,
Bearing your sheaves along,
And, in your harvest song,

Bless ye the Lord.

James Montgomery, 1853.

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Isaac Smith, 1770.

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Prayer for our Country. (1304.

1 Lord ! while for all mankind we pray,

Of every clime and coast,
Oh ! hear us for our native land, —
The land we love the most.

2 Oh! guard our shore 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 th?e;
And let our hills and valleys shout
The songs of liberty.

4 Here may religion, pure and mild,

Smile on our Sabbath hours;
And piety and virtue bless
The home of us and ours.

5 Lord of the nations ! thus to thee

Our country we commend;
Bo thou her Refuge and her Trust,
Her everlasting Friend.

John Reynell Wrrford, 1837.

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For a Temperance Meeting. (1801

1 'T is thine alone, almighty Name !

To raise the dead to life,
The lost inebriate to reclaim
From passion's fearful strife.

2 What ruin hath intemperance wrought !

How widely roll its waves !
How mauv myriads hath it brought
To fill dishonored graves !

3 And see, O Lord ! what numbers still

Are maddened by the bowl,

Led captive at the tyrant's will,

In bondage, heart and soul !

4 Stretch forth thy hand, O God, our King!

And break the galling chain;

Deliverance to the captive bring,

And end th" usurper's reign.

5 The cause of Temperance is thine own ;

Our plans and efforts bless;
We trust, O Lord ! in thee alone
To crown them with success.

Edwin F. Hatfield, 1872.

OUO« A Christian Marriage. L1306.)

1 Since Jesus freely did appear

To grace a marriage feast;
O Lord ! we ask thy presence here,
To make a wedding guest.

2 Upon the bridal pair look down,

Who now have plighted hands;
Their union with thy favor crown,
And bless the nuptial bands.

3 With gifts of grace their hearts endow,

Of all rich dowries best:
Their substance bless; and peace bestow,
To sweeten all the rest.

4 In purest love (heir souls unite,

That they, with Christian care,
May make domestic burdens light,
i By taking mutual share.

i- John Berridge, 1775, »•. 4, '/.

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t>00» A Day of Fasting and Prayer. (1310.)

1 See, gracious God ! before thy throne,

Thy mourning people bend !
'T is on thy sovereign grace alone,
Our humble hopes depend.

2 Tremendous judgments, from thy hand,

Thy dreadful power display :
Yet mercy spares this guilty land,
And still we live to pray.

3 Great God ! why is our country spared,

Ungrateful as we are ?
Oh ! be thine awful warnings heard,
While mercy cries " Forbear ! "

4 How changed, alas ! are truths divine,

For error, guilt, and shame i
What impious numbers, bold in sin,
Disgrace the Christian name !

5 Oh ! turn us, turn us, mighty Lord !

By thy resistless grace ;
Then shall our hearts obey thy word,
And humbly seek thy face.

Anne Steele, 1756.

667.

" Solemne nos Jejunii."

Once more the solemn season calls,

A holy fast to keep ;
And now, within the temple walls.

Let priest and people weep.

Yet all in vain the sound of woe,
To reach the Father's ear,

If from the heart it does not flow,
To prove our grief sincere.

(1311.)

3 Vain, vain, in ashes though we mourn,

Our garments rend in twain,
Unless the smitten heart is torn
With penitential pain.

4 Then let us cry to God betimes,

Nor let his anger flow ;
Lest, mindful of our numerous crimes,
It deal the threatened blow.

5 O Father, righteous Judge, and God !

Thy wrath be slow to burn ;
Thou give'st time to mark the rod, —
Give also hearts to turn.

Lat. Charles CoJi
Tr., William Men

1700.
1864.

OOo» Psalm 60. (1312.)

1 Lord! thou hast scourged our guilty land!

Behold thy people mourn !
Shall vengeance ever guide thy hand?
And mercy ne'er return ?

2 Beneath the terrors of thine eye,

Earth's haughty towers decay ;
Thy frowning mantle spreads the sky,
And mortals melt away.

3 Our Zion trembles at thy stroke,

And dreads thy lifted hand ;
Oh ! heal the people thou hast broke,
And save the sinking land.

4 Exalt thy banner in the field,

For those that fear thy name :
From barbarous hosts our nation shield,
And put our foes to shame .

Joel Barlow, 1786.

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BREWER. L. M.

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*J» TVie Fear crowned with Goodness. ( 1320.)

1 Eternal. Source of every joy !

Well may thy praise our lips employ,

While, in thy t?mple, we appear,

Whosa goodness crowns the circling year.

2 Whils, as the wheels of nature roll,
Thy hand supports the steady polo ;
The sun is taught by thee to rise,
And darkness, when to veil the skies.

3 The flowery spring, at thy command,
E obalms the air and paints the laud ;
Tae summer rays, with vigor, shine
To raise the corn, and cheer the vine.

4 Thy hand, in autumn, richly pours,
Through all our coasts, redundant stores ;
And winters, softened by thy care,

No mora a face of horror wear.

5 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and
Demand successive songs of praise; [days,
Still be the cheerful homage paid,

With opening light and evening shade.
Philip Doddridge, 1740.

0 i\)» The New Year. ( 1823.)

1 Great God ! we sing thy mighty hand,
By which supported still we stand ;
The opening year thy mercy shows ;
That mercy crowns it till it close.

2 By day, by night, at home, abroad,
Still are we guarded by our God ;
By his incessant bounty fed,

By his unerring counsel led.

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The future— all to us unknown —

We to thy guardian care commit,
And peaceful leave before thy feet.

4 In scenes exalted, or depressed,
Be thou our joy, and thou our rest ;
Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise,
Adored, through all our changing days.

5 When death shall interrupt these songs,
And s sal, in sdeuce, mortal tongues,
Our Helper, God, in whom we trust,

In better worlds our soul ; shall boast.

Philip Doddridge, 1740.

t> i 1 • The New Y> a.: ( 1.J2.-J.)

1 My Helper, God! I bless his name ;
The same his power, his grace the same ;
The tokens of his iriendly care

Open, and crown, and close the year.

2 Amidst ten thousand snares I stand,
Supported by his guardian hand ;
And see, when I survey my ways,
Ten thousand monuments of praise.

3 Thus far his arm hath led me on,
Thus far I make his mercy known ;
And, while I tread this desert land,
New mercies 3hall new songs demand.

1 My grateful soul, on Jordan's shore,
Shall r;;ise one sacred pillar more ;
Then benr, in his bright courts above,
Inscriptions of immortal love.

Philip Lhnldruhjr, 1740. '

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1 While beauty clothes the fertile vale,

And blossoms on the spray,
And fragrance breathes in every gale,
How sweat the vernal day !

2 And, hark ! the feathered warblers sing !

'T is nature's cheerful voice ;

Soft music hails the lovely spring,

And woods and fields rejoice.

3 How kind the influence of the skies !

These showers, with blessings fraught.
Bid verdure, beauty, fragrance, rise,
And fix the roving thought.

4 Oh ! let my wondering heart confess,

With gratitude and love,
The bounteous hand that deigns to bless,
The garden, field, and grove.

5 That hand, in this hard heart of mine,

Cau make each virtue live ;
And kindly showers of grace divine,
Life, beauty, fragrance give.

6 O God of nature, God of grace !

Thy heavenly gifts impart,
And bid sweet meditation trace
Spring blooming in my heart.

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U f *>• The New Year. ( 1324.)

1 Now, gracious Lord ! thine arm reveal,
And make thy glory known ;
Now let us all thy presence feel,
And soften hearts of stone.

2 From all the guilt of former sin

May mercy Set us free ;
And let the .year we now begin
Begin and end with thee.

3 Send down thy Spirit from above,

That saints majT love thee more,
And sinners now may learn to love,
Who naver loved before.

4 And, when before thee we appear,

In our eternal home,
May growing numbers worship here,
And praise thee in cur room.

John Newton, 1779.

0 7 4 • The C:ose of th e Year. (1332.)

1 Awake, ye saints ! and raise your eyes,

And raise your voices high ;
Awake, and praise that sovereign love,
That shows salvation nigh.

2 On all the wings of time it flies,

Each moment brings it near !
Tuen welcome each declining day,
Welcome each closing year !

3 Not many year.3 their round shall run,

Nor many mornings rise,
Ere all its glories stand revealed
To our admiring eyes.

1 4 Ye wheels of nature ! speed your course ;
Ye mortal powers ! decay ;
Fast as ye bring the mght of death,
Ye bring eternal day.

Philip Doddridge, 1740.

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While, with caaseless course, the sun

H-isted through the former year,
Many souls their race have run,

N -ver more to meet us here;
Fixed in an eternal stats,

They have done with all below;
We a little longer wait,

But how little, none can know.

As the winge'd arrow flies

Speedily the mark to find;
As the lightning i'rom the skies

Dans, and leaves no trace behind;
Swiftly thus our fleeting days

Bear us down life's rapid stream:
Upward, Lord! our spirits raise;

All below is but a dream.

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( 1334.

1 Thou who roll's fc the year around,

Crowned with mercies large and free,
Rich thy gifts to us abound,

Warm our thanks shall rise to thee:
Kindly to our worship bow,

While our grateful praises swell,
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 for ever fled.

All its sorrows felt no more:
Mingled with th' eternal post,

Its remembrance shall decay;
Yet to be revived at last

At the solemn judgment-day.

3 Thanks for mercies past receive;
Pardon of our sins renew;
Teach iis. henceforth, how to live

With eternity in view;
Bliss thy wortl to young and old;

Fill us with a Saviour's love;
And, when life's short tale is told.
May we dwell with thee above !

John Xewton, Vt

3 All our follies, Lord ! forgive;

Cleanse each heart and make ul; thine;
Let thy grace within us live,

As our future suns decline;
Then, when life's last ev shall come,

Happy spirits, let us fly
To our everlasting home,

To our Father's house on high.

Ray Palmer, 18f..r».

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1 Thee we adore, eternal Name !

And humbly own to tbee,
How feeble is our mortal frame !
What dying worms are we !

2 The year rolls round, and steals away

The breath that first it gave;

Whate'er we do, where'er we be,

We *re traveling to the grave.

3 Great God ! on what a dender thread

Hang everlasting things ! —
Th' eternal states ol all the dead
Upon life's feeble strings.

4 Infinite joy, or endless woe,

Attends on every breath;
And yet how unconeerned we go
Upon the brink of death !

5 Waken, O Lord ! our drowsy sense,

To walk this dangerous road;
And, if our souls are hurried hence,
May they be found with God.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

IMO. Human Frailty. (1339.)

1 Let others boast how strong they be,

Nor death nor danger fear;
But we '11 confess, O Lord ! to thee,
What feeble things we arc.

2 Fresh as the prass our bodies stand,

And flourish blight and gay;
A blasting wind sweeps o'er the land,
And fades the grass away.

3 Our life contains a thousand springs,

And dies if one be gone ;
Strange that a harp of thousand r tarings
Should keep in tune so long !

4 Cut 't is our God supports our frame,

The God that built us first;
Salvation to th' almighty Name
That reared us from the dust.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

U / J. The Shortness and Vanity of Life. ( 1340.)

1 How short and hasty is our life \

How vast our souls' affaire !
Yet senseless mortals vainly strive
To lavish out their years.

2 Our days run thoughtlessly along,

Without a moment's stay;
Just like a story, or a sorig,
We pass our lives away.

3 God from on high invites us home,

But we march heedless on,
And, ever hastening to the tomb,
Stoop downward as we run.

4 How we deserve the deepest hell

That slight the joys above !
What chains of vengeance should we feel,
That break such cords of love.

5 Draw us, O God ! with sovereign grace,

And lift our thoughts on high,
That we may end this mortal race,
And see salvation nigh.

Isaac Waits, 1707.

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1 Hark ! from the tombs a doleful sound !

Mine ears ! attend the cry ; —
"Ye living men ! come, view the ground,
Where you must shortly lie.

2 Princes ! this clay must be your bed,

In spite of all your towers ;
The tall, the wise, the reverend head
Must lie as low as ours. "

3 Great God ! is this our certain doom ?

And are we still secure ? —
Still walking downward to our tomb,
And yet prepared no more ?

4 Grant us the powers of quickening grace

To fit oar souls to fly :
Then, when we drop this dying flesh,
We '11 rise above the sky.

Isaac Walts, 1707.

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The Bitterness of Death deplored. ( 1342.)

1 When, bending o'er the brink of life,

My trembling soul shall stand,
Waiting to pass death's awful flood,
Great God ! at thy command ; —

2 When every long-loved scene of life

Stands ready to depart :
When the last sigh that shakes the frame,
Shall rend this bursting heart ; —

3 0 thou great Source of joy supreme,

Whose arm alone can save ! —
Dispel the darkness, that surrounds
The entrance to the grave.

4 Lay thy supporting, gentle hand

Beneath my sinking head ;
And let a beam of love divine
Dlume my dying bed.

5 Leaning on thy dear faithful breast,

May I resign my breath,
And, in thy soft embraces, lose
"The bitterness of death."

William B. Collyer, 1812.

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Submission under Bereavement. ( 1352.)

1 Peace ! — 't is the Lord Jehovah's hand,

That blasts our joys in death,

Changes the visage once so dear,

And gathers back our breath.

2 'T is he, — the Potentate supreme

Of all the worlds above, —
Whose steady counsels wisely rule,
Nor from their purpose move.

3 T is he, whose justice might demand

Our souls a sacrifice ;
Yet scatters, with unwearied hand,
A thousand rich supplies.

4 Our covenant God and Father he,

In Christ, our bleeding Lord,
Whose grace can heal the bursting heart,
With one reviving word.

5 Silent I own Jehovah's name,

I kiss thy scourging hand ;
And yield my comforts and my life
To thy supreme command.

Philip Doddridge, 1740.

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1 Behold the western evening light !

It melts in deepening gloom ;
So calmly Christians sink away,
Descending to the tomb.

2 The winds breathe low; the withering leaf

Scarce whispers from the tree :
So gently flows the parting breath,
"When good men cease to be.

3 How beautiful on all the hills

The crimson light is shed !
'T is like the peace the Christian gives
To mourners round his bed.

4 How mildly on the wandering cloud

The sunset beam is cast !
'T is like the memory left behind,
When loved ones breathe their last.

5 Aud now, above the dews of night,

The yellow star appears ;
So faith springs in the heart of those
Whose eyes are bathed in tears.

6 But soon the morning's happier light

Its glory shall restore ;
And eyelids, that are sealed in death,
Shall wake, to close no more.

William B. 0. Peabody, 1823.

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Dying on Pisgah's Top. ( 1348.)

1 Death cannot make our souls afraid
If God be with us there :
We may walk through its darkest shade,
Aud never yield to fear.

2 1 could renounce my all below

If my Creator bid,
And run if I were called to go,
And die as Moses did.

3 Might I but climb to Pisgah's top,

And view the promised land,
My flesh itself would long to drop,
And pray for the command.

4 Clasped in my heavenly Father's arms,

I would forget my breath,
And lose my life among the charms
Of so divine a death.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

OoO« Victory over Death. (1349.)

1 Oh ! for an overcoming faith

To cheer my dying hours,
To triumph o'er the monster, death,
And all his frightful powers !

2 Joyful with all the strength I have,

My quivering lips should sing, —
Where is thy boasted victory, grave?
And where the monster's sting?

3 If sin be pardoned I 'm secure,

Death hath no sting beside ;
The law gives sin its damning power,
But Christ, my Kansom, died.

4 Now to the (rod of victory

Immortal thanks be paid,
Who makes us conquerors while we die,
Through Christ, our living Head.

Isaac WaUs, 1707.

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1 Life is the time to serve the Lord,
The time t' insure the great reward ;
And, while the lamp holds out to burn
The vilest sinner may return.

2 Life is the hoar, that God has given,
T' escape from hell, and fly to heaven ;
The day of grace, and mortals may
Secure the blessings of the day.

3 The living know that they must die,
But all the dead forgotten lie ;

Their memory and their sense are gone,
Alike unknowing and unknown.

4 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.

5 There are no acts of pardon passed,
In the cold grave to which we haste.
But darkness, death, and long despair,
Reign in eternal silence there.

Isaac Walts, 1709.

00 4 • Death made easy. ( 1361.

1 Why should we start and fear to die ?

What timorous worms we mortals are !
Death is the gate of endless joy ;
And yet we dread to enter there.

2 The pains, the groans, and dying strife,

Flight our approaching souls away ;
Still we shrink back again to life,
Fond of our prison and our clay.

3 Oh ! if my Lord would come and meet.

My soul should stretch her wings in
haste,
Fly fearless through death's iron gate,
Nor feel the terrors as she passed.

4 Jesus can make a dying bed

Feel soft as downy pillows are,
While on his breast I lean my head,
And breathe my life out sweetly there.
Isaac Watts, 1707.

UoO# Psalm 90. (1355.)

1 Through every age, eternal God !
Thou art our Best, our safe Abode ;
High was thy throne, ere heaven was made,
Or earth thy humble footstool laid.

2 Long hadst thou reigned, ere time began,
Or dust was fashioned into man ;

And long thy kingdom shall endure,
When earth and time shall be no more,

3 But man, weak man, h born to die,
Made up of guilt and vanity ;

Thy dreadful sentence, Lord ! was just,
" Return, ye sinners ! to your dust."

1 Death, like an overflowing stream.
Sweeps us away ; onr life 's a dream ;
An empty tab ; a morning flower,
Cut down, and withered in an hour.

5 Teach us, 0 Lord ! how frail is man ;
And kindly lengthen out our span,
Till a wise care of piety

Fit us to die, and dwell with thee.
( Isaac Watts, 1719.

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1 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 ! Oh ! how sweet
To be for such a slumber meet,
"With holy confidence to sing —

That death hath lost his venomed sting !

3 Asleep in Jesus ! peaceful rest,
"SVhose waking is supremely blest ;
No fear, no woe, shall dim that hour
That manifests the Saviour's power.

4 Asleep in Jesus ! Oh ! for me
May such a blissful refuge be !
Securely shall my ashes lie,
Waiting the summons from on high.

5 Asleep in Jesus ! time nor space
Debars this precious hiding-place :
On Indian plains, or 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.

Mrs. Margaret Mackay, 1832.

0 «/U. Tlte Death of the Righteous. ( 1359.)

1 How blest the righteous, when he dies,

When sinks a weary soul to re;:t !
How mildly beam the closing eyes 1

How gently heaves th' expiring breast !

2 So fades a summer cloud away ;

So sinks the gale, when storms are o'er;
So gently shuts the eye of day ;
So dies a wave along the thore.

3 A holy quiet reigns around,

A calm which life nor death destroys :
And naught disturbs that peace profound,
Which his unfettered soul enjoys.

4 Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears,

Where lights and shades alternate
dwell ! [pears !

How bright th' unchanging morn ap-
Farewell, inconstant world ! farewell !

5 Life's labor done, as sinks the clay,

Light from its load the spirit flies ;
While heaven and earth combine to say,
"How blest the righteous when he
dies ! "

Mrs. Anna L. Barbauld, 1773.

t> v 1 • Psalm 39. ( 13.">S.)

1 Oh! let me, heavenly Lord! extend
My view, to life's approaching end :
What are my days? — a span, their line ;
And what my age, compared with thine ?

2 Our life advancing to its close,

While scarce its earliest dawn it knows,
Swift, through an empty shade, we run,
And vanity and man are one.

3 God of my fathers ! here, as they,
I walk, the pilgrim of a day ;

A transient guest, thy works admire,
And instant to my home retire.

James Merrick, 17f>5.

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1 Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb !

Take this new treasure to thy trust,
And give these sacred relics room,
To seek a slumber in the dust.

2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear,

Invade thy bounds ; — no mortal woes
Can reach the lovely sleeper here,
And angels watch his soft repose.

3 So Jesus slept ; — God's dying Son

Passed through the grave, and blessed

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Best here, fair saint ! till, from his throne,
The morning break, and pierce the

shade.

4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn !

Attend, O earth ! his sovereign word ;
Kestore thy trust a glorious form, —
He must ascend to meet the Lord.

Isaac Watts, 1734.

l>**»Jo The Hour of Departure. ( 135G.)

1 The hour of my departure 's come ;
I hear the voice that calls me home ;

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And let thy servant die in peace.

2 The race appointed I have run,

The combat 's o'er, the prize is won ;
And now my witness is on high,
And now my record 's in the sky.

3 Not in mine innocence I trust ;
I bow before thee in the dust ;

And, through my Saviour's blood alone,
I look for mercy at thy throne.

4 I leave the world without a tear,
Save for the friends I held so dear ;
To heal their sorrows, Lord ! descend,
And to the friendless prove a Friend.

5 I come, I come, at thy command ;
I give my spirit to thy hand ;
Stretch i'ortb thine everlasting arms,
And shield me in the last alarms.

6 The hour of my departure 's come ;
I hear the voice that calls me home ;
Now, O my God ! let trouble cease ;
Now let thy servant die in peace.

Michael Bruce, 17fif..

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1 A few more years shall roll,

A few more seasons come,
And we shall be with those, that rest
Asleep within the tomb.

2 A few more storms shall beat

On this wild, rocky shore,
And we shall bo where tempests cease,
And surges swell no more.

3 A few more struggles here,

A few more partings o'er,
A few more toils, a few more tears,
And we shall weep no more.

4 A few more Sabbaths here

Shall cheer us on our way,
And we shall reach the endless rest,
Tir eternal Sabbath-day.

5 'T is but a little while

And be shall come again,
Who died that we might live, who lives
That we with him may reign.

6 Then, O my Lord ! prepare

My soul for that glad day ;
Oh ! wash me in thy precious blood,
And take my sins away.

Horatius Bonar, 1S5G.

U O f> • Dying, not Death. (1374.)

1 It is not death to die, —
To leave this weary road,
And, midst the brotherhood on high,
To be at home with God.

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2 It is not death to close

The eye long dimmed by tears,
And wake, in glorious repose
To spend eternal years.

3 It is not death to fling

Aside this sinful dust,
And rise, on strong exulting wing,
To live among the just

4 Jesus, thou Prince of life !

Thy chosen cannot die ;
Like thee, they conquer in the strife,
To reign with thee on high.

George W. Bethime, 184

0 *J O • At Home in Heaven.

1 ''Fob ever with the Lord !"

Amen ! so let it be ;
Life from the dead is in that word ;
'T is immortality.

2 Here, in the body pent,

Absent from him I roam,
Tet nightly pitch my moving tent
A day's march nearer home.

3 "For ever with the Lord! "'

Father! if 't is thy will,
The promise of that faithful word
Ev'n here to me fulfill.

4 So, when my latest breath

Shall rend the veil in twain,
By death, I shall escape from death,
And life eternal gain.

James Montgomery, 1835.

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Where storm after storm rises dark o'er

the way ; [here,

Th.3 few lurid mornings, that dawn on us
Are enough for life's woes, full enough for

its cheer.

2 I would not live alway, thus fettered by |

sin, [in ;

Temptation without and corruption with-
E'en the rapture of rardon is mingled

with fears, [tent tears.

And the cup of thanksgiving with peni-

3 I would not live alway ; no, welcome the j

tomb ; [its gloom ; j

Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not
There sweet be my rest, till he bid me

arise, [skies.

To hail him in triumph descending the

4 Who, who would live alway, away from

his God ; [abode.

Away from* yon heaven, that blissful
Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the

bright plains, [reigns ?

And the noontide of glory eternally

5 Where the saints of all ages in harmony

meet,
Their Saviour and brethren transported
to greet ;

While the anthems of rapture unceasingly
roll, [the soul.

And the smile of the Lord is the feast of
William A. Muhlenherg, 1823.

!>"o« Gone to the Grave. (1370.)

1 Thou nrt gone to the grave ; but we will

not deplore thee, [ pass the tomb;

Though sorrows and darkness eneom-

Thy Saviour has passed through its portal

before thee, [through the gloom.

And the lamp of his love is thy guide

2 Thou art gone to the grave ; we no longer

behold thee, [by thy side :

Nor tread the rough paths of the world

But the wide arms of mercy are spread

to enfold thc-v, [died.

And sinners may die, for the sinless hath

3 Thou art gone to the grave ; and, its man-

sion for? aking, [ered long ;

Perchance thy weak spirit in fear ling-

But the mild rays of paradise beamed en

thy waking, [the t eraphim's sorg.

And the sound which thou heardst was

i Thou art gone to the grave; but we v ill

not deplore thee ; [dian and Guide ;

Whose God was thy Ransom, thy Guar-

He gave thee, he took thee, and he will

restore thee ; [has died.

And death has no sting, for the Saviour

Reginald IIel>cr, 1812.

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1 Takky with me, O my Saviour !

For the day is passing by;
See ! the shades of evening gather,

And the night is drawing nigh ;
Deeper, deeper grow the shadows,

Paler now the glowing west,
Swift the night of death advances;

Shall it be the night of rest ?

2 Lonely seems the vale of shadow;

Sinks my heart with troubled fear;
Give me faith for clearer vision,

Speak thou, Lord ! in words of cheer;
Let me hear thy voice behind me,

Calming all these wild alarms;
Let me, underneath my weakness,

Feel the everlasting arms.

3 Feeble, trembling, fainting, dying,

Lord ! I cast myself on thee;
Tarry with me through the darkness;

"While I sleep, still watch by me:
Tarry with me, 0 my S.tviour!

Lay my head upon thy breast
Till the morning: then awake me; —

Morning of eternal rest !

Mrs. Caroline [Sprague] Smith, 1856. a.

({){)• The departing Saint. (1385.)

1 Happy soul ! thy days are ended.

All thy mourning days below;
Go. by angel guards attended,

To the sight of Jesus go !

Waiting to receive thy spirit,
Lo ! the Saviour stands above;

Shows the purchase of his merit,
Reaches out the crown ol love.

Struggle through thy latest passion

To thy dear Redeemer's bieast,
To his utteimost salvation,

To his everlasting rest:
For the joy he f;ets before thee

Bear a momentary pain;
Die, to live the life of glory;

Suffer, with thy Lord to reign.

Charles Wesley, 1749.

(1386.)

U 1 • The happy Dead.

Think, 0 ye, who fondly languish

O'er the &rave of those you love !
While your bosoms throb with anguish,

They are warbling hymns above:
While your silent steps are straying

Lonely thro' night's deepening shades
Glory's brightest beams are playing,

Round the happy Christian's head.

Light and peace at once deriving

From the hand of God most high,
In his glorious presence living,

They shall never, never die:
Case.' then, mourner ! cease to languish

O'er the emve of those you love;
Pain, and death, and night, and anguish,

Enter not the world above.

William B. Collyer, 1812.

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1 What sinners value I resign;

Lord ! 't is enough that thou art mine;

I shall behold thy blissful face,

And stand complete in righteousness.

2 This life 's a dream — an empty show ;
But tne bright world, to which I go,
Hath joys substantial and sincere;
When shall I wake, and find me there ?

3 Oh ! glorious hour ! — Oh ! blest abode !
I shall be near and like my God ;

And flesh and sin no more control
The sacred pleasures of the sout.

4 My flesh shall slumber in the ground,
Till tho last trumpet's jo , ful sound:
Then burst the chains, with sweet surprise,
And in my Saviour's image rise.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

tire). Psalm 88. (1390.)

1 Shall man, O God of light and life!

For ever moulder in the grave?
Canst thou forget thy glorious work,
Thy promise, and thy power to save ?

2 In those dark silent realms of night,

Shall peace and hope no more arise?
No future morning light the tomb,
Nor day-star gild the darksome skies ?

3 Cease, cease, ye vain desponding fears !

When Christ, our Lord, from darkness

Death, the last foe, was captive led, [sprang,

And heaven with praise and wonder rang.

4 Faith sees the bright eternal doors

Unfold, to make his children way;
They shall be clothed with endless life,
And shine in everlasting day.

5 The trump shall sound; the dust awake,

From the cold tomb the slumberers
spring; [rise,

Through heaven, with joy, their myriads
And hail their Saviour and their King.
Timothy Dwight, 1800.

• "4:» The Resurrection of the Just. ( 1391.)

1 We sing his love who once was slain,
Who soon o'er death revived again, [have
That all his saints, through him might
Eternal conquest o'er the grave.

2 The saints, who now in Jesus sleep,
His own almighty power shall keep,
Till dawns the bright illustrious day,
When death itself shall die away.

3 How loud shall our glad voices sing,
When Christ his risen saints shall bring
From beds of dust, and silent clay,

To realms of everlasting day !

4 When Jesus we in glory meet,
Our utmost joys shall be oomph tc ;
When landed on that heavenly shore,
D.ath and the curse will be no more.

5 Hasten, dear Lord ! the glorious day,
And this delightful scene display:
When all thy saints from death shall rise,
Raptured in bliss beyond the skies.

Rowland Hill. 17%.

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1 "Why do we mourn departing friends,

Or shake at death's alarms ?
'T is but the voice that Jesus sends,
To call them to his arms.

2 Are we not tending upward too,

As fast as time can move ?
Nor would we wish the hours more slow,
To keep us from our love.

3 Why should we tremble to convey

Their bodies to the tomb ?
There the dear flesh of Jesus lay,
And left a long perfume.

4 The graves of all his saints he blessed,

And softened every bed ;
Where should the dying members rest,
But with their dying Head?

5 Thence he arose, ascending high,

And showed our feet the way ;
Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly
At the great rising day.

Isaac Walts, 1707.

• U l>« The Saints ascending to Heaven, (1898.)

1 A3 jesus died, and rose again

Victorious from the dead,
80 his disciples rise, and reign
With their triumphant Head.

2 The time draws nigh, when, from the

clouds,
Christ shall with shouts descend ;
And the last trumpet's awful voice
The heavens and earth shall rend.

?> Then they who live shall changed be,
And they who sleep shall wake ;
The graves shall yield their ancient
And earth's foundations shake, [charge,

4 The saints of God, from death set free,

With joy shall mount on high ;
The heavenly host, with praises loud,
Shall meet them in the sky.

5 Together to their Father's house,

With joyful hearts, they go ;
And dwell for ever with the Lord,
Beyond tho reach of woe.

Michael Bruce, 1768.

t U 7 • Tlie Death of a Child. ( 1 394. )

1 Life is a span — a fleeting hour ;

How soon the vapor flies !
Man is a tender, transient flower,
That ev'n in blooming dies.

2 The once-loved form, now cold and dead,

Each mournful thought employs ;
And nature weeps her comforts fled,
And withered all her joys.

3 Hope looks beyond the bounds of time,

When what we now deplore
Shall rise, in full immortal prime,
And bloom to fade no more.

4 Then cease, fond nature ! cease thy tears ;

Religion points on high ;
There everlasting spring appears,
And joys that cannot die.

Anne Steele, 1760.

GLORIFICATION.

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1 That awful day will surely come,

Th' appointed hour makes haste,
"When I must stand before my Judge,
And pass the solemn test.

2 Thou lovely Chief of all my joys !

Thou Sovereign of my heart !
How could I bear, to hear thy voice !
Pronounce the sound, — "Depart ?"

3 Oh ! wretched state of deep despair —

To see my God remove,
And fix my doleful station, where
I must not taste his love !

4 Jesus ! I throw my arms around,

And hang upon thy breast ;
"Without one gracious smile from thee,
My spirit cannot rest.

5 Oh ! tell me that my worthless name

I* graven on thy hands ;
Show me some promise in thy book,
"Where my salvation stands.

Isaac Walts, 1707.

711 J. PSALM 50. (1399.)

1 The Lord, the Judge, before his throne,

Bids the whole earth draw nigh,
The nations near the rising sun,
And near the western sky.

2 No more shall bold blasphemers say, —

"Judgment will ne'er bet^in ;"
No more abuse his long delay
To impudence and sin.

Throned on a cloud our God shall come,
Bright flames prepare his way,

Thunder and darkness, fire and storm,
Lead on the dreadful day.

4 Heaven from above his call shall hear,
Attending angels come,
And earth and hell shall know, and fear
His justice, and their doom.

Isaac Walts, 1719.

flU. . TJie Solemn Tat. (1400.)

1 "When, rising from the bed of death,

O'erwhelmed with guilt and fear,
I see my Maker face to face, —
Oh ! how shall I appear ?

2 If yet, while pardon may be found,

And mercy may be sought,
My heart with inward horror shrinks,
And trembles at the thought ; —

3 "When thou, O Lord ! shalt stand disclosed

In majesty severe,
And sit in judgment on my soul,
Oh ! how shall I appear?

4 Then, see the sorrows of my heart,

Ere yet it be too late ;
My pardon speak, for Jesus' sake,
And bid my fears abate.

5 For never shall my soul despair

Her pardon to procure,
Who knows thine only Son has died
To make her pardon sure.

Joseph Addison, 1712, v. 4, a.

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Clothed in majesty divine !
You, who long for his appearing,

Then shall say, — " This God is mine !'

Gracious Saviour !
Own me in that day for thine.

3 At his call, the dead awaken,

Base to life from earth and sea ;
All the powers of nature, shaken
By his looks, prepare to flee :

Careless sinner !
"What will then become of thee ?

4t But to those who have confesse'd,
Loved and served the Lord below,
He wLl say, " Come near, ye blesse'd !
See the kingdom I bestow !

You for ever
Shall my love and glory know."

John Newton, 1774.

ll«« C'trist coming to Judgment. ( 1404.

1 Lo ! he com^th countless trumpets
Blow to raiss the sleeping dead ;
Midst ten thousand saints and angels,
See their great exalted Head :

Hallelujah !
Welcome, welcome, Son of God!

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1 Day of Judgment, day of wonders !
Hark ! — the trumpet's awful sound,
Louder than a thousand thunders,
Shakes the vast creation round ;

How the summons
Will the sinner's heart confound !

Full of joyful expectation,

Saints ! behold the Judge appear !

Truth and justice go before him ;
Now the royal sentence hear :

Hallelujah !
Welcome, welcome, Judge divine !

3 ' * Come, ye blessed of my Father,
Enter into life and joy ;
Banish all your fears and sorrows ;
Endless praise be your employ:"

Hallelujah !
Welcome, welcome to the skies !

John Cennick, 1752.

fllO* The Judgment- Trumpet. (1405.)

1 Hark ! — the judgment- trumpet sounding

Bends the skies and shakes the poles ;
Lo ! the day, with wrath abounding,
Breaks upon astonished souls :

Every creature
Now the awful Judge beholds.

2 Jesus, Captain of Salvation,

Leads his armies down the skies,
Every kindred, tribe and nation,
From the sleep of death, arise :

Heaven's loud summons
Fills the world with dread surprise.

3 Zion's King, his tLrone ascending,

Calls his saints before his face ;
Crowns, with glory never-ending,
All the children of his grace ;

Heaven shall echo ; —
Songs of triumph fill the place.

Nathan S. S. Beman, 1&32.

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1 In robes of jtidgment, lo ! he comes ;
Shakes the wide earth and cleaves the
Before him burns devouring fire ; [tombs;
The mountains melt, the seas retire.

2 His enemies, with sore dismay,
Fly from the sight, and shun the day ;
Then lift your heads, ye saints ! on high,
And sing, for your redemption 's nigh.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

I X *J • Christ's coming to Judgment. ( 1400.)

1 The Lord will come — the earth shall

quake,

The hills their fixed seat forsake ;
And, withering from the vault of night,
The stars withdraw their feeble light.

2 The Lord will come,— but not the same
As once in lowly form he came, —
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 of storm,
On cherub-wings, and wings of wind, — ■
Appointed Judge of humankind.

4 Can this be he, who wont to stray
A pilgrim on the world's highway, [pride?
By power oppressed, and mocked by
O God ! is this the Crucified ?

5 Go, tyrants ! to the rocks complain,
Go, seek the mountain's cleft in vain ;
But faith, victorious o'er the tomb,
Shall sing for joy,— " The Lord is come ! "

Reginald Heber, 1811.

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/JO. The Day of Wrath, ( 1410.)

1 That day of wrath, that dreadful day,
When heaven and earth shall pass away,
What power shall be the sinner's stay ?
How shall he meet that dreadiul day '?

2 When, shriveling like a parched scroll,
The flaming heavens together roll ;
When louder yet, and yet more dread,
Swells the high trump that wakes the dead;

3 Oh ! on that day, that wrathful day,
When man to judgment wakes from clay,
Be thou, O Christ ! the sinner's stay,
Though heaven and earth shall pass away.

Lat., Thomas of Celano, 1230.
Tr., Walter Scott, 1805.

( A • • The last great Day. ( 1411.)

1 That fearful day, that day of dread,
When thou shalt judge the quick and
O God ! I shudder to foresee [dead ;
The awful things which then shall be !

2 When thou shalt come, thine angels
round,

With legions, and with trumpet sound ;

O Saviour ! grant me, in the air,

With all thy saints, to meet thee there !

3 Weep. O my soul ! ere that great day,
When God shall shine, in plain array;
Oh ! weep thy sin, that thou may'st be
In that severest judgment free !

4 O Christ ! forgive, remit, protect,
And set thy servant with th' elect ;
That I may hear the voice, that calls
The righteous to thy heavenly halls !

Lat.. Theodore, cir. 820.
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Round the altar night and day,

Hymning one triumphant song ? —
" Worthy is the Lamb once slain,

Blessing, honor, glory, power,
Wisdom, riches, to obtain,

New dominion, every hour ! "

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 dear Redeemer's might,

More than conquerors they stand.

Hunger, thirst, disease unknown,

On immortal fruits they feed ;
Them, th? Lamb, amidst the throne,

Shall to living fountains lead ;
Joy and gladness banish sighs,

Perfect love dispel all fear,
And, for ever from their eyes,

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i 1 *'• The Songs and Bliss of Heaven

1 High in yonder realms of light,

Dwell the raptured saints above,
Far beyond our feeble sight,

Happy in Immanuel's love :
Pilgrims in this vale of tears,

Once they knew, like us below,
Gloomy doubts, distressing fears,

Torturing pain, and heavy woe.

2 Mid the chorus of the skies,

Mid th' angelic lyres above,
Hark ! their songs melodious rise,

Songs of praise to Jesus' love :
Happy spirits ! ye are fled,

"Where no grief can entrance find ;
Lulled to rest the aching head,

Soothed the anguish of the mind.

3 All is tranquil and serene,

Calm and undisturbed repose,
There no cloud can intervene,

There no angry tempest blows :
Every tear is wiped away,

Sighs no more shall heave the breast
Night is lost in endless day,

Sorrow, in eternal rest.

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1 There is an hour of peaceful rest,
To mourning wanderers given;
There is a joy for souls distressed,
A balm for every wounded breast,
'T is found alone 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.

3 There, faith lifts up the. tearless eye,

The heart no longer riven,
And 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.

William B. Tappan, 1829.

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1 Hear what the voice from heaven pro-

For all the pious dead; — [claims

Sweet is the savor of their names,
And soft their sleeping bed.

2 They die in Jesus and are blessed;

How kind their slumbers are !
From sufferings and from sins released
And freed from every snare.

3 Far from this world of toil and strife,
They 're present with the Lord;
The labors of their mortal life
End in a large reward.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

(*«• Nothing like Heaven. ( 1424.J

1 This world is poor, from shore to shore,

And, like a baseless vision,
Its lofty domes and brilliant ore,
Its gems and crowns, are vain and poor; —

There 's nothing rich but heaven.

2 Empires decay and nations die,

Our hopes to winds are given;
The vernal blooms in ruin lie,
Death reigns o'er all beneath the sky: —

There 's nothing sure but heaven.

3 Creation's mighty fabric all

Shall be to atoms riven, —
The skies consume, the planets fall,
Convulsions rock this earthly ball ; —

There's nothing firm but heaven.

4 A stranger, lonely here I roam,

From place to place am driven;
My friends are gone, and I 'm in gloom,
This earth is all a dismal tomb; —

I have no home but heaven.

5 The clouds disperse, the light appears,

My sins are all forgiven,
Triumphant grace lath quelled my fears; —
Koll on, thou sun ! fly swift, my years !

I 'in on my way to heaven.

David Nelson, 1832.

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I ^O* TJie Land of endless Bliss. (1427.)

1 There is a land of pure delight,

Where saints immortal reign,
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.

2 There, everlasting spring abides,

And never- withering flowers;

Death, like a narrow sea, divides

This heavenly land from ours.

3 Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood,

Stand dressed in living green;
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between.

4 But timorous mortals start and shrink

To cross this narrow sea;
And linger, shivering on the brink,
And fear to launch away.

5 Oh ! could we make our doubts remove, —

These gloomy doubts that rise, —
And see the Canaan that we love,
With unbeclouded eyes; —

6 Could we but climb where Moses stood,

And view the landscape o'er, [flood.
Not Jordan's stream-, nor death's cold
Should fright us from the shore.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

I U "»• The Martyrs glorified. ( 1432.)

1 "These glorious minds, how bright they
Whence all their white array? [shine,
How came they to the happy seats
Of everlasting day ? "

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On fiery wheels they rode; [white,

And strangely washed their raiment
In Jesus' dying blood.

3 Now they approach a spotless God,

And bow before his throne;
Their warbling harps, and sacred songs,
Adore the Holy One.

4 The Lamb shall lead his heavenly flock

Where living fountains rise;
And love divine shall wipe away
The sorrows of their eyes.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

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1 Nor eye has seen, nor ear has heard,

Nor sense, nor reason known,
What joys the Father has prepared,
For those that love his Son.

2 But the good Spirit of the Lord

Beveals a heaven to come:
The beams of glory, in his word,
Allure and guide us home.

3 Pure are the joys above the sky,

And all the region peace;
No wanton lips, nor envious eye,
Can see or taste the bliss.

4 Those holy gates for ever bar

Pollution, sin, and shame;
None shall obtain admittance there
But followers of the Lamb.

Isaac Watts. 1700

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I /WU. The promised Land. ( 14S0.

1 On Jordan's stormy banks I stand,

And cast a wishful eye
To Canaan's fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.

2 Oh ! the transporting, rapturous scene,

That rises to my sight !
Sweet fields arrayed in living green,
And rivers of delight.

3 All o'er those wide-extended plains

Shines one eternal day ;
There God, the Son, for ever reigns,
And scatters night away.

4 No chilling winds, or poisonous breath,

Can reach that healthful shore ;
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,
Are felt and leared no more.

5 When shall I reach that happy place,

And be for ever blessed ?
When shall I see my Father's face,
And in his bosom rest?

6 Filled with delight, my raptured soul,

Can here no longer stay :
Though Jordan's waves around me roll,
Fearless I 'd launch away,

Samuel Stennett, 1787.

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1 How fab beyond our mortal sight
The Lord of glory dwells !
A veil of interposing night
His radiant face conceals.

433.)

Oh ! could my longing spirit rise

On strong, immortal wing,
And reach thy palace in the skies,

My Saviour and my King ! —

3 There, myriads worship at thy feet,

And there — divine employ —
The triumphs of thy love repeat
In songs of endless joy.

4 Thy presence beams eternal day,

O'er all the blissful place ;
Who would not drop this load of clay
And die to see thy face ?

Anne Steele, 1760.

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(1437.)

The Moment after Death.

1 In vain my fancy strives to paint

The moment after death, —
The glories that surround the saints,
When yielding up their breath.

2 One gentle sigh their fetters breaks ;

We scarce can say, — "They 're gone !'
Before the willing spirit takes
Her mansion near the throne.

3 Thus much and this is all — we know

Saints are completely blest ;
Have done with sin. and care, and woe.
And with their Saviour rest.

4 On harps of gold, they praise his name,

His face they always view ;
Then let us followers be of them,
That we may praise him too.

John Xewton. 1779.

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1 O mother dear, Jerusalem !

When shall I come to thee ?
When shall my sorrows have an end?
Thy joys when shall I see ?

2 0 happy harbor of God's saints !

0 sweet and pleasant soil !
In the 3 no sorrow may be found,
No grief, no care, no toil.

3 Thy walls are made of precious stone,

Thy bulwarks diamond-square ;
Thy gates are all of orient pearl ; —
O God ! if I were there !

4 Oh ! passing happy were my state,

Might I be worthy found
To wait upon my God and King
His praises there to sound.

F \rancis] B [alrer,] 1616.
Altered by David Dickson, 1649.

I Oil. Tht iWbr skip of Earth and Heaven. (1435.)

1 Father ! I long, I faint, to see

The place of thine abode ;
I 'd leave thine earthly courts, and flee
Up to thy seat, my God !

2 Here I behold thy distant lace,

And 't is a pleasing sight ;
But, to abide in thine embrace
Is infinite delight.

3 I'd part with all the joys of sense,

To gaze upon thy throne ;
Pleasure springs fresh for ever thence,
Unspeakable, unknown.

( 1486.)

4 There all the heavenly hosts are seen,

In shining ranks they move,
And drink immortal vigor in,
With wonder and with love.

5 Then at thy feet, with awful fear,

Th' adoring armies fall ;
With joy they shrink to nothing there,
Before th' eternal All.

6 The more thy glories strike mine eyes,

The humbler I shall lie :
Thus, while I sink, my joys shall rise
Immeasurably high.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

• O 1 • A blissful Death.

1 Lord ! 't is an infinite delight,

To see thy lovely face,
To dwell whole ages in thy sight,
And feel thy vital rays.

2 Thy love, — a sea without a shore, —

Spreads life and joy abroad ;
Oh ! 't is a heaven worth dying for,
To see a smiling God !

3 Sweet was the journey to the skies,

The wondrous prophet tried ; [die ; "
"Come up the mount," says God. "and
The prophet went — and died.

4 Softly his fainting head he lay

Upon his Maker's breast ;
His Maker kissed his soul away,
And laid his flesh to rest.

Isaac Watts, 1705.

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732.

1 Sweet land of rest ! for thee I sigh,

When will the moment come,
When I shall lay my armor by,
And dwell with Christ at home ?

Home, home, sweet, sweet home !
And dwell with Christ at home.

2 On earth no tranquil joys I know,

No peaceful sheltering dome ;
This world 's a wilderness of woe,
This world is not my home.

3 To Jesus Christ I sought for rest,

He bade me cease to roam,
And fly for succor to his breast,
And he 'd conduct me home.

4 Weary of wandering round and round

This vale of sin and gloom,
I long to quit th' unhallowed ground,
And dwell with Christ at home.

5 How long, dear Lord! wilt thou delay,

When will thy chariot come,
And fetch my waiting soul away
To heaven, my destined home ?

G. M , 1829.

• Of>. The Heavenly Jerusalem. (1442.)

1 Jerusalem ! my happy home, —

Name ever dear to me, —
When shall my labors have an end,
In joy, and peace, and thee ?

2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built

And pearly gatas behold ? [walls

Thy bulwarks, with salvation strong,
And streets of shining gold ?

3 Oh ! when, thou city of my God 1

Shall I thy courts ascend, —
Where congregations ne'er break up,
And Sabbaths have no end?

4 Why should I shrink at pain or woe,

Or feel, at death, dismay ?
I 've Canaan's goodly land in view,
And realms of endless day.

5 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there,

Around my Saviour stand ;
And soon my friends in Christ, below,
Will join the glorious band.
G Jerusalem ! — my happy home !
My soul still pants lor thee ;
Then shall my labors have an end,
When I thy joys shall see.

From F [rancis] B [aker,] 1616.
Anon., 1801.

7o4:. Paradise. (1443.)

1 O paradise ! 0 paradise !

Who doth not crave for rest?
Who would not seek the happy land,
Where they that loved are blest ?

2 O paradise ! 0 paradise !

T is weary waiting here ;
I long to be where Jesus is,
To fsel, to see him near.

3 0 paradise ! O paraelise !

I greatly long to see
The special place my dearest Lord
In love prepares for me.

Frederick W. Faber, 1840.

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

2 Born by a new celestial birth,

Why should we grovel here on earth?
"Why grasp at transitory toys,
So near to heaven's eternal joj's?

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

4 Welcome, sweet hour of full discharge !
That sets my longing soul at large,
Unbinds my chain-, breaks up my cell,
And gives me with my God to dwell.

5 To dwell with God, to feel his love,
Is the full heaven enjoyed above ;
And the sweet expectation now

Is the young dawn of heaven below.

Thomas Gibbons, 17G2.

4 Ol) • ■< Better to depart." ( 1445. )

1 While on the verge of life I stand,
And view the scene on either hand,
My spirit struggles with its clay,
And longs to wing its flight away.

2 Where Jesus dwells my soul would be ;
It faints my much-loved Lord to see ;
Earth ! twine no more about my heart,
For 't is far better to depart.

3 Come, ye angelic envoys ! come,
And lead the willing pilgrim home :
Ye know the way to Jesus' throne. —
Source of my joys, and of your own.

4 That blesst'd interview, how sweet !
To lall transported at his feet !
Raised in his arms, to view his face,
Through the lull beamings of his grace !

5 Yet, with these prospects full in sight,
I II wait thy signal lor my flight ;
For, while thy service I pursue,

I find my heaven begun below.

Philip Doddridge, 1740.

I O i • The Song of Htaven. ( 1447.)

1 Hark! how the choral rong of heaven

Swells, full of peace and joy, above ;
Hark ! how they strike their golden harps,
And raise the tuneful notes of love.

2 No anxious care, nor thrilling grief,

No deep despair, nor gloomy woe
They feel, while high their lolty strains
In noblest, sweetest concord flow.

3 When shall we join the heavenly host,

Who sing Immanuel's praise on high,
And leave behind our fears and doubts,
To swell the chorus of the sky ?

I 4 Oh ! come, thou rapture-bringing morn !
And usher in this joyful day ;
We long to see thy rising sun

Drive all these clouds of grief away.
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1 O paradise eternal !

What bliss to enter thee,
And, once within thy portals,

Secure for ever be !
In thee no sin nor sorrow,

No pain nor death, is known;
But pure glad life, enduring

As heaven's benignant throne.

2 There all around shall love us,

And we return their love;
One band of happy spirits,

One family above:
There God shall be our portion,

And we his jewels be;
And, gracing his bright mansions,

His smile reflect and see.

3 So songs shall rise for ever,

While all creation fair,
Still more and more revealed,

Shall wake fresh praises there:
O paradise eternal !

What joys in thee are known !
O God of mercy ! guide us,

Till all be felt our own.

Thomas Davt

• <*«/• •< jjlC breve vivitur."
1 Brief life is here our portion;

Brief sorrow, short-lived care;
The life, that knows no ending,
The tearless life, is there:

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Short toil, eternal rest;
For mortals, and tor sinners,

A mansion with the blest !

2 There grief is turned to pleasure;

Such pleasure, as below
No human voice can utter,

No human heart can know:
And, after fleshly scandal,

And, after this world's night,
And, after storm and whirlwind,

Is calm, and joy, and light.

3 And there is David's fountain,

And life in fullest glow ;
And there the light is golden,

And milk and honey flow;
The light, that hath no evening,

The health, that hath no sore,
The life, that hath no ending,

But lasteth evermore.

•A There Jesus shall embrace us,
There Jesus be embraced, —
That spirit's food and sunshine,

Whence earthly love is chased:
Yes ! God, my King and Portion,

In fullness of his grace,
We then shall see for ever,
And worship lace to face.

Lat. Bernard de Mqrlaix, ab. 1150.
Tr. John Mason Xeale, 1851.

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1 Jeeusaxem, the golden,

With milk and honey blest!
Beneath thy contemplation

Sink heart and voice oppressed:
I know not, Oh ! 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 blesse'd

Are decked in glorious sheen.

3 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,
For ever and for ever

Are clad in robes of white.

Lat., Bernard de Morlaix, ab. 1150.
Tr., John Mason Neale, 1851.

741.

O bona Patria.

(1453.)

1 For thee, O dear, dear country !
Mine eyes their vigils keep;

For very love, beholding

Thy happy name, they weep:

The mention of thy glory
Is unction to the breast,

And medicine in sickness,
And love, and life, and rest.

2 O one, O onely mansion !

O paradise of joy !
Where tears are ever banished,

And smiles have no alloy;
The cross is all thy splendor,

The Crucified thy praise;
His laud and benediction

Thy ransomed people raise.

3 Jesus, the Gem of beauty,

True God and Man, they sing; —
The never-failing Garden,

The ever-golden hing;
The Door, the Pledge, the Husband,

The Guardian of his court;
The Day-star of salvation,

The Porter and the Port.

4 Thou hast no shore, fair ocean !

Thou hast no time, bright day !
Dear fountain cf refreshment

To pilgrims far away !
Upon the Rock of ages,

They raise thy holy tower;
Thiue is the victor's laurel,
And thine the golden dower.

Lat., Bernard de Morlaix, ab. 1150.
Tr., John Mason Neale, 1851.

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And strive, and pant, and yearn 1

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(1454.)

742

1 Jerusalem, the glorious !

The glory of th! elect, —

0 dear and future vision,
That eager hearts expect !

•Ev'n now by faith I see thee,

Ev'u here thy walls discern ;
To thee my thoughts are kindled,

And strive, and pant, and yearn !

2 Jerusalem the onely,

That look'st from heaven below,
In thee is all my glory,

In me is all my woe :
Jerusalem ! exulting

On that securest shore,

1 hope thee, wish thee, sing thee,
And love thee evermore !

3 O swaet and bussed country !

Shall I e'er st>e thy face?
O sweet and blesse'd country !

Shal I I e'er win thy grace ? —
Exult, O dust and ashes !

The Lord shall be thy part ;
His only, his for ever,

Thou shalt be, and thou art !

Lat., Bernard de Morlaiz, ab. 1150.
Tr. John Mason Neale, 1851.

• ~<J» " Ermuntert euc't, ihr Frommen." ( 1455.)

1 Rejoice, all ye believers !

And let your lights appear ;

The evening is advancing,

And darker night is near ;
The Bridegroom is arising.

And soon he draweth nigh ;
Up ! pray, and watch, and wrestle ;

At midnight comes the cry.

The watchers on the mountain

Procl-iim the Bridegroom near ;
Go meet him as he cometh,

With hallelujahs clear ;
The marriage-feast is waiting,

The gates wide open stand ;
Up 1 up ! ye heirs of {.dory !

The Bridegroom is at hand.

Ye saints ! who here in patience

Your cross and sufferings bore,
Shall live and reign for ever,

When sorrow is no more ;
Around the throne of glory,

The Lamb ye shall behold,
In triumph cast before him

Your diadems of gold !

Our Hope and Expectation,

O Jesus ! now appeal ;
Arise, thou Sun so long >d for,

O'er this benighted sphere :
With hearts and hands uplifted,

We plead, O Lord ! to s< e
The day of earth's redemption,

That brings us unto thee !

Ger., Launntius Laurent i, 1700.
Tr., Jane Borthwick, 1853.

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If* " Wo Sorrow there

1 Oh ! sing to me of heaven,

When 1 am called to die ;
Sing songs of holy ecstasy,
To watt my soul on high :
There '11 he no sorrow there ;

There '11 be no eorrow there ;

In heaven above, where all is love,

There '11 be no sorrow there.

2 When cold and sluggish drops

Roll off my marble brow,
Break forth in songs of joyfulness,
Let heaven begin below.

3 When the last moments come,

Oh ! watch my dying face,
To catch the bright seraphic gleam,
Which on each feature plays.

4 Th n to my raptured ear

Let one sweet song 1 c given ;

Let music cheer me last on ea^th,

And greet mo first in heaven !

Mrs. Mart; S. D. Dana, 1850.

• W« A Home, above.

1 I have a homo 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.

(1457.)

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 ior me in heaven.

Henry Bennett, 1851.

• aO» Harping with their Harps. ( 14*>8.)

1 Haek ! hark the voice of praise

Around Jehovah's throne !
Songs of celestial joy they raise,
To mortal lips unknown.

2 In shining robes they stand

Upon the, crystal sea ;
The harp-} of God are in their hand,
Anel all is ecstasy.

3 Oh ! for an angel's love,

A seraph's soaring wing,
To sing, with thousand saints atove,
The triumphs of our King !

4 With pure anel sinl ss heart,

His mercies to aelore !
My Goel ! to know thee as thou art,
Nor grieve thy Spirit more !

5 Blest hope ! — a little while,

And we, amidst that throng
Shall live in our Reeleemer's smile,
And swell the angels' song.

Anon., 18(*2. a.

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• ^t • • Jordan's Strand.

1 My days are gliding swiftly by,

And I, a pilgrim stranger,
Would not detain them as they fly,

Those hours of toil and danger:
Chorus.
For, Oh ! we stand on Jordan's strand;

Our friends are passing over;
And, just before, the shining shore

We may almost discover. „

2 We'll gird cur loins, my brethren dear !

Our heavenly home discerning;
Our absent Lord has left us word, —

"Let every lamp be burning: "
Chorus.— For, Oh ! we stand, etc.

3 Should coming days be cold and dark,

We need not cease our singing;
That perfect rest nought can molest,

Where golden harps are ringing:
Chorus.— For, Oh ! we stand, etc.

4 Let sorrow's rudest tempest blow,

Each cord on earth to sever;
Our King says, — "Come!"— and there's

For ever, Oh ! for ever ! [our home,
Chorus.— For, Oh! we stand, etc.

David Nelson, 1835.

( 1460.)

»tO« Wayfarers.

1 Wayfarers in the wilderness,

By morn, and noon, and even,
Day after day, we journey on,

With weary feet towards heaven:
Chorus.
O land above ! O land of love !

The glory shineth o'er thee:
O Christ, our King ! in mercy bring

Us thither, we implore thee !

2 By day the cloud before us goes,

By night the cloud of lire,
To guide us o'er the trackless waste,

To Canaan ever nigher:
Chorus. - O land above ! etc.

3 Each morning find we, as he said,

The dew of daily manna;
And ever, when a foe appears,

Confronts him Christ, our Banner:
Chorus. — O land above ! etc.

4 The spa was riven for our feet,

And so shall be the river; [home,

And, by the King's highway brought

We '11 praise his name for ever:
Chorus. — O land above ! etc.

Alexander R. Thompson, 18C9.

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1 One sweetly solemn thought

Comes to me o'er and o'er ;
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Than e'er I 've been before :

2 Nearer my Father's house,

Where the blest mansions be ;
Nearer the great white throne,
Nearer the crystal sea :

3 Nearer the bound where we

Must lay our burdens down ;
Nearer to leave the cross,
Nearer to gain the crown.

4 The waves of that deep sea

Eoll dark before my sight,
But break, the other side,
Upon a shore of light.

5 Oh ! if my mortal feet

Have almost gained the brink,
If I am nearer home

To-day than e'en I think :
G Father ! perfect my trust,
That I may rest, in death,
On Christ, my Lord, alone.
And thus resign my breath.

Phoebe. Cary, 1852, o.

4 OlP • The Heavenly Home. ( 1462.)

1 There is a blessed home

Beyond this land of woe,
Where trials never come,
Nor tears cf sorrow flow :

2 Where faith is lost in sight,

And patient hope is crowned,
And everlasting light
Its glory throws around.

3 Oh ! joy all joys beyond,

To see the Lamb who died,
And count each sacred wound
In hands, and feet, and side !

4 To give to him the praise

Of every triumph won,
And sing, through endless days,
The great things he hath done !

5 Look up, yo r aints of God !

Nor fear to tread below
The path, your Saviour trod,
Of daily toil and woe.
G Wait but a little while,
In uncomplaining love ;
His own most gracious smile
Shall welcome you above.

Henry W. lialcer, 1862.

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1 In the Christian's home in glory.

There remains a land of rest ;
There my Saviour 's gone before me,
To fulfill my soul's request.
There 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 eternally shall stand,
For my stay shall not be transient,
In the holy, happy laud.

3 Pain and sickness ne'er shall enter,

Grief nor woe my lot shall share ;
But. in that celestial centre,
I a crown of life shall wear.

4 Death itself shall then be vanquished,

And his sting i hall be withdrawn :
Shout for gladness, 0 ye ransomed !
Hail with joy the rising morn.

5 Sing, Oh ! sing, ye heirs of glory !

Shout your triumph as you go ;
Zion's gate will open for you,

You shall find an entrance through.

William Hunter, 182

(14G3.

i O -w • The Saints tn Glory. (

1 Hakk ! the sound of holy voices,

Chanting at the crystal sea,—
Alleluia ! alleluia !

Alleluia ! Lord ! to thee.

2 Multitude, which none can number,

Like the stars in glory stand,
Clothed in white apparel, holding
Palms of victory in their hands.

3 They have come from tribulation,

And have washed their robes in blood,
Washed them in tho flood of Jesus ;
Tried they were, and firm they ttood.

4 Gladly, Lord ! with thee thev suffered ;

Gladly, Lord ! with thee they died,
And. by death, to life immortal
They were born and glorified.

5 Now they reign in h< avenly glory,

Now they walk in golden light,
Now they drink, as from a river,
Holy bbss and infinite.
G Love and peace they taste for ever,
And all truth and knowledge see
In the beatific vision
Of the blessed Trinity.

Christopher Wordsworth, 1835.

DOXOLOGIES.

1» L. M.

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,

Thomas Ken, 1697.

~« L. M.

To God. the Father, —God, the Son,-
And God, the Spirit, — Three in One,
Be honor, praise, and glory given,
By all on earth, and all in heaven.

Isaac Watts, 1T< »T.

O. CM.

To Father, Son. and Holy Ghost,

The God, whom we adore,
Be glory as it was, is now,

And shall be evermore.

Tate and Brady, 1696.

-*. C. M.

Let God,— the Father, and the Son,

And Spirit, — be adored,
Where there are works to make him known,

Or saints to love the Lord.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

<>• S. M.

To God. — the Father, Son,
And Spirit, — One in Three,

Be glory, as it was, is now,
And shall for ever be.

John Wesley, 1739.
6. S. M.

Ye angels round the throne !

And saints that dwell below !
Worship the Father, love the Son,

And bless the Spirit too.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

H. M.
To God the Father's throne

Your highest honors raise ;
Glory to God, the Son ;
To God, the Spirit, praise ;
With all our powers, eternal King !
Thy name we sing, while faith adores.
Isaac Watts, 1709, a.

8.

6s & 4s.

To God,— the Father, Son,
And Spirit, — Three in One,

All praise be given !
Crown him in every song ;
To him your hearts belong ;
Let all his praise prolong —

On earth, in heaven.

E. F. II., 1843.

7s.

Sing we, to our God above,

Praise eternal as his love ;

Praise him, — all ye heavenly host! —

Father, Son and Holy Ghost.

Charles Wesley, 1739.

10

7s & 6s.

Great God of earth and heaven !

To thee our songs we raise ;
To thee be glory given

Aud everlasting praise :
We joyfully confess thee,

Eternal Triune God !
We magnify, we bless thee,

And spread thy praise abroad.

E. F. H., 1872.

11

8s & 7s. 8 LINES.

Praise the God of all creation ;

Praise the Father's boundless love ;
Praise the Lamb, our Expiation ;

Priest and King enthroned above ;
Praise the Fountain of salvation,

Him. by whom our spirits live ;
Undivided adoration

To the one Jehovah give.

Josiah Conder, 1836.

12

8s, 7s & 4.

Great Jehovah ! we adore thee,

God, the Father, God, the Son,
God, the Spirit, joined in glory
On the same eternal throne ;

Endless praises
To Jehovah, Three in One.

William Goode, 1811, a.

INDEX OF SUBJECTS.

Aaron, COl.
Abba, Father, 448.
Abrahamic Covenant, 585.
Absence from God, 425, 690.
Accepted Time, 283—285, 289, 290,

292, 293, 304.
Access to God, 250, 481, 522.
Adoption, 158. 448.
Adoration. 65 — 166.

Father, 76—130.

Son, 131—150.

Spirit, 151—166.

Trinity, 65—75.
Advent, First. 190—205.

Second, 241, 706, 709, 711-715
Adversity, 507-544.
Advocate, OS, 250, 203, 310, 420
Afflictions, 507—544.
Alarm. 270. 331. 550, 079, 686.
All in All— See ri.ris/, God.
Almost Christian, 550.
Alms, 642—650.
Angels, 24, 736.

Apostasy, 304. 492, 493, 499, 500.
Apostles' Commission. 576. 578.
Ascension of Christ, 230, 231, 234,

236. 238, 240. 244.
Afihamed of Christ, 355, 381, 408.
Aspiration, 397—491.

For Divine Grace, 474 — 491.

Of Faith, 420—433.

Of Hope, 434—452.

Of Love, 397—419.
Assurance of, 355, 430, 440, 451, 407,

495. 510, 548.
Atoning Sacrifice, 213—229.

Completed, 241, 203, 297.

Needed, 184—189.

Sufficient. 277, 282. 288, 301, 305.
Attributes of God, 80, 84, 93.
Autumn, 057, 058, 002.
Backsliding, 304, 492, 493, 499,

506.
Baptism, 5S5— 587.
Being of God, 109.
Believers — Sec Saints.
Benevolence. 042—044. 045—050.

Of Christ. 210.
Bereavement. 507, 527, 533, 698.
Bible. 107—183.
Blindness, 333.
Blond of Christ — Sec Atoning

Sacrifice.
Bondage of Sin, 187, 188, 303.
Uook of Life, 533.

Bread of Life, 304, 375, 379, 3S0,

383, 391, 442.
Brevity of Life, 677, 079, 691, 707.
Broad Way, 550.
Brotherly Love, 6, 594—597.
Burdens — See Afflictions.
Burial, 658.

Calmness. 458, 402, 525.
Calvary, 214. 216.
Carnal Pleasure, 343.
Charity, 642—649.
Chastenings — So? Afflictions.
Children, 585—587.
Choosing Christ, 281, 293, 489.
Christ:—

Advent, First. 190—205.

Second, 241, 706, 709,
711—715.

Advocate, 68, 250. 203, 310, 420.

Agonv, 214. 216, 396.

All in All, 415, 400, 471, 516, 531.

Ascension. 230, 231, 234.

Atonement. 213—229, 362.

Beauty, 134. 206, 256, 257, 405.

Birth, 190—205.

Blood — See Atoning Sacrifice.

Bread of Life, 364, 375, 379,
380, 383, 391. 442.

Captain, 437, 513, 713.

Compassion — See Love.

Condescension — See Incarna-
tion.

Conqueror, 234, 236, 244—240,
251, 394, 619, 020.

Coronation, 147, 148, 245, 240,
261.

Counselor. 195.

Cross of — See Cross.

Crucified. 471. 575.

Crucifixion. 215—217, 21S— 220,
222. 223, 227.

Death of— See Atoning Sacrifice.

Divinity, 131, 188, 135, 139, 141,
[43, 198—200.

Exaltation, 132. 145. 235. 264.

Example, 209, 210, 216, 371.
Excellency. 138, 139.
Faithfulness of. 355, 509.
Fountain. 221, 267, 466.
Friend. 341. 47.">.
Glory, 131—135, 137, 140, 144—
110.

Grace — See Love.
Hiding Place, 815.

Humanity, 203, 206—212.

Christ:—

Humiliation, 196, 199, 234, 235,

252, 257.
Immanuel, 130, 198.
Incarnation, 190— 205, 254,
Intercession. 14s. 230, 231, 242,

254, 255, 203. 302, 500.
Judge, 202, 328, 331, 708—717.
King, 146, 190, 195, 197, 202.

203, 205, 241, 242, 246, 247,

258, 262.
Lamb of God. 137, 141, 149, 150,

213, 215, 221, 224, 259, 346,

718, 724.
Light. 405— See Sun.
Life, 206—212.
Lord, our Righteousness, 185,

358.
Love, 142, 220, 228, £34, 252,

255, 370. 390. 413.
Loveliness, 130. 200, 208, 250,

383—387, 400, 409.
Majesty, 131—150.
Mediation, 255 — See Advocate.
Melcbisedec, 401.
Ministry, 200—212.
Miracles. 207.
Mission. 190, 191, 272.
Name, 134, 142, 249, 253, 254,

395, 397—399, 401, 419, 425,

516.
Nativity, 190—205.
Obedience, 211.
Offices of, 262, 398.
Passover. 213— See Lamb.
Patience of, 210, 211.
Pearl of Great Price, 360.
Physician. 333.
Power of— See Diriniti/.
Preciousness of, 395, 397—401,

403, 406.
Presence of, 5, 60, 01, 368.
Priest. 202. 211, 214, 244, 255>

262, 303.
Prince of Glory, 227.

" Peace, 132, 133, 195,

567, 598, 017.
Prophet, 202. 242, 282, 398.
Ransom, 104. 223. 258.
Redeemer— See Atontm§ Sacri-
fice,
Befuge, 330, 420, 423.
Resurrection of, lis, 19, 230—

240.
Righteousness of, 185, 347, 3.5s.

INDEX OF SUBJECTS.

^71

Christ:—

Book of Ages, 963, 668.

Sacrifice, Atoning, 213—229,

842, 254. 267, 380.
Saviour — Sec Atoning Sacrifice,
Second Coming of, 241, TOG,

709, 711—71."..
Shepherd, 226, 380, 198, 46a
Bufferings of. 914, 21J— 220,

232, 223, 377.
Sua of RighteonwHwa, 12, 02,

g:w;. 637.
Surety, 440.

Sympathy of, 211, 218, 256.
Teacher, 208, 210.
Way, Truth, ami Life, 212,

349.
Wonderful, 195.
Word of God, 198.
Christian: —

Conflicts of. 492.

Coinage. 437, 618, G41.

Death of, 683— 685, 687, 693,

695, 699— 701. 705, 721.
Duties, 480. 549.
Effort, 641—650.
Encouragements — See Tribula-
tion.
Fellowship, 594—605.
Graces — See Faith, Hope, Love.
Love, 397—419.
Peace. 49S.
Race, 438, 443.
Warfare. 437, 504, 513, 53C, C18,

629, 641.
Church :—

557-572.
Afflicted, 607, 611, 622.
Beloved of God. 561.
Beloved of Saints, 599.
Erection, 051 — 656,
Fellowship, 594—605.
Glorv of, 557—561, 565, 568, 569,

613.
Increase of, 566, 567, 571, 640.
Institutions of, 363 — 396, 585—

587.
Missions of, 566, 567, 571, 617—

640
Relat ous, 557—650.
Revival of, 607—616.
Security of, 558, 559.
Union with, 589—593, 599.
Unity of, 595, 596, 598, 600,

602.
Close of Probation, 677—701.

Of Worship, 23, 36, 37, 43, 46,

64, 371.
Citv of God, 561, 568.
Comforter, 163. 164.
Coming of Christ— See Advmt.
Commemoration, 363 — 396.
Commission, Apostolic, 573, 576,

578.
Communion with Christ. 368. 378,

407, 410, 412, 415, 416. 466.
With God, 414. 457. 554.
With Saints, 465. 594— 605.
Compassion of Christ — See fsooe >»>'

Christ.
Of God, 89, 108, 116, 296, 519.
Of Saints. 645, 646, 649.
Completeness — Sec ALL in ALL,

Condescension of Christ— Sec In-

mnxitian.

Confession of Christ, 688- 693,699.
Of Sin, 184, 396, •'tl)7, 310, 317,
340.
Confidence — See Faith,

CcUitiict with Sin, -192—506.

Conformity to Christ, 209, 210, 216,

371, 479, 487, 59S.
Conqueror, Christ a, 234, 236, 240,

1>44— 246, 248, 251, 394, 619,

620.
Conscience, 498.
Consecration of Property, 227, 351,

643, 644, 048. 650.
Of Self, 338, 344, 345, 391—393,

433, 4S9, 58*.
Of Sanctuary, 651, 653—655.
Consolation, 507, 528.— See Affiic-

tums.
Constancy, 43?, 629.
Contentment, 352. — Sec Resigna-

tion.
Contributions, 643, 644, 648, 650.
Contritiou, 184, 307, 310, 317, 324,

44L
Conversion, 332 — 362, 615.
Conversation, 6.

Conviction, 184. — See Rppenlance.
Coronation of Christ, 147, 245—247,

261.
Countrv, our, 659— 6G1, 663.
Courage, 437, 536, 618, 641.
Covenant, entering into. 588 — 593.

Of Grace, 109, 389, 440. 585.
Creation, First, 82, 94, 100, 122,

123.
New — Sec Regeneration.
Creature Love, 497.
Cross, Bearing, 336, 434, 490, 524,

536.
Glorying in the, 228, 369, 381.
Power of the, 243, 334.
Crowns of Glorv, 434, 435, 443, 437,

447, 452.
Crucifixion of Christ, 215, 216—220,

222—227.
To the World, 227, 347.— See

Renunciation.
Dailv Duties, 3, 439, 480, 549.

Worship, 1—14.
Darkness, Spiritual, 492—506.
Day of Grace, 285. 292. 686.
Death, Natural, 677—701.

Of Friends, 507, 692, 698, 705.
Of Saints, 683—685, 687, 690,

693, 695, 699—701, 705, 721,

731.
Deceitfulness of the Heart, 320, 499,

Of the World, 343, 497.
Declensions, 492, 493, 611, 612.
Decrees, 86, 534, 544.
Dedication of Church, 651, 653—
65(».
Of Self— See Consecration.
Delay, Danger of, 293.
Depravity, Native, 1S5, 186, 188,
608.
Universal, 184—189, 226, 260,
608.
Despair, 708.
Devil, 437, 500.

Devotions^ Daily, 1—14.

Family. 594. 001, 604.

Sabbath, 14 — 64.
Dismissions, 36, 37, 46, 64.
Distress, spiritual. 492—600,
Doxologu -s, 46, 60, 63, 137,562; and

page 269.
Drought, Spiritual, C07, 608, 611,

612.
Duties, Daily, 3, 439, 480, 549.

Early Piety— See cimur.n. Youth.

Earnest < I the Spirit, 55, 495, 548.

Earnestness — gee Zeal.

Earthly Pleasures — See Renunciw

Hon.
Ebenezer, 366.
Effort, C hristan, 641—650.
Flection, 8& 534, 544.
Erection cf Chinches, 651—656.
Espousals to < hnst, 58S — 591.
Eternity, £31.— See God.
Evening, 4, 7, 9—12, 14.

Of Lord's lay, 23, 25.
Evidences of Grace — See Self-
Examination.
Exaltation of Christ, 132, 145, 235,

264.
Example cf Christ, 209, 210, 216,

371.
Of Christians, 435, 443, 444.
Expostulation, 269, 270, 274, 279,

284, 289—293, 298, 300, 304.
Faint-heartedness, 613.
Faith, Aspiration of, 420 — 433.

Justification by, 340, 347, 352,

363.
Power of, 424, 429, 440, 515.
Piayer for, 432.
Faithfulness, of Christ, 355, 509.

Of God, 88, 108, 175, 512.
Fall of Man — See Depravity.
Family Worship, 594, 601, 604.
Fast Lays. €00—668.
Father, the Lten al, 76—130.
Feast, Gospel, 274. 277, 301.
Sacramental, 363 — 396.
Fellowship, Aspiration for Divine,

453—473.
Church, 594—605.
Festivals, 657-665.
Fidelity, 480, 481.
Forbearance, Christian, 210, 490,

605.
Divine, 313, 325.
Forgiveness of Sin — See Pardon.
Foreign Missions, 567, 570, 578,

5S3, 617-640.
Formality, 54, 155, 546, 550.
Foundation of Hoi e, 263, 427, 441,

510.
Fountain cf Blood. 187, 221.

Of Living Water, 277, 278, 282,

294, 568.
Frailty of Man, 677, 678, 688. 707-
Friend of Sinners, 341, 475.
Friends, Burial of. 705.

Glorified, 507, 595, 698, 745.
Fruits of Grace, 439, 479, 554.
Fullness of Grace, 277, 282, 288,

301, 305.
Funeral, 701, 705.
Future Retribution, 292. 708.
Gentleness, 490.

572

INDEX OF SUBJECTS.

Gethscmanc, 214, 21G, 396

Glorification. 702—752.

Glorified Saints, 447, 718, 719, 724,

728.
Saviour, 4.")5, 4€3, 726.
Glorying in the Cross, 223, 3ii9,

381.
God:—

All in all, 402, 414.
Almighty, 81, 96, 99, 101.
Attributes of; 80, 84, 93.
Being of, 82, 169.
Communion with, 414, 457, 458,

554.
Compassion of, C9, 103, 11G,

296, 519.
Creator, 82, 94, 100, 122, 123.
Decrees of, 8 >, £34, 641.
Eternal. 97, 98.
Faithfulness of, S8, 108, 175,

512.
Father, 76—130.
Forbearance of, 313, 325.
Glory of, 66, 68, 71, 72, 100, 111,

119—122, 128.
Goodness of, SO, S5— 87, 102,

104, 110, 112, C33.
Grace of, 85, 80, 116, 126, 127,

129.
Guardian, 422, 428, 463.
Guide, 428, 418, 474.
Holiness of, 49.

Incomprehensible, 80, 534, 544.
Infinite, 81, 97, 96, 96.
Judge, 710.
Justice of, 93, 99.
King — See Sovereign.
Love of, 4, 72, 89, 92, 114, 115,

117, US, 370.
Majesty of, 81. 93, 96. 97, 131.
Mercy of, 252, 296, 392.
Omnipotent, 81, 99, 96, 101.
Omuipreseut, 547, 551, 552.
Omniscient, 83, 103, 547, 551—

553.
Patience of, 313, 325.
Pity of. 89, 108, 116, 296, 519.
Presence of, 14, 15, 58, 59, 62.
Providence of, 110, 521, 529.
Purposes of, 86, 534, 544.
Refuge, 422, 428, 468, 542.
Shepherd, 428.

Sovereign, 41, 76, 79, 84, 93, 95.
Supreme, 74, 76, 96, 98, 421.
Triune, 1, 18, 20, 65—75, 167.
Truth of, 88, 89, 103, 109.
Wisdom of, 81, 83, 100, 544.
Works of, 81-84. 93, 96, 100,

103, 111, 113, 120—122, 124.
Good Works, 347, 549.
Gospel, Excellencv of, 169, 170, 175,

177, 179—183.
Feast, 274, 277. 301.
Freeuess of — Set! Grace.
Fullness of, 277, 282, 288, 301,

305.
Invitations of, 265—362.
Message. 184, 269.
Power of. 183, 257, 441, 620.

Reception of, 332— 362.
Rejection of, 107, 207, 279,

289—293, 298.
Spread of — See Missions.

Gospel: —

Triumph of, 190, 557— 572.— See
Missions.

Trumpet, 277, 303, 622.
Grace, Aspiration for Divine, 474 —
491.

Converting, 151, 158, 161.

Free, 189, 301.

Justifying, 340, 347, 363.

Quickening, 154 — 156.

Renewing, 159, 160, 16G.

Restoring, 155, 157, 163, 164.

Reviving, 152, 155, 156, 161, 162.
— See Revitxil.

Sanctifying, 154, 157—159, 161,
164—166.

Sovereign, 187, 189, 2G0, 315.
Graces, Chrut an — See Faith, Hope,

Love.
Gratitude, TO, 110, 126.
Grave, 507, 680, 686, 692, 698.
Grieving the Spirit, 291, 311.
Growth in Grace, 209, 4L9, 470,

474—491.
Guest, Divine, 289, 319.
Guidance, Divine, 428.
Guilt— See Sin.

Hallelujahs, 73, 78, 125, 12S, 129.
Hardness of Heart, 309.
Harvest, Spiritual — See Revival.

Temporal, 657, 658, 662.
Hearing the Word, 34, 177.
Heart, Clean, 487.

Contrite, 487. 496, 555.

Deceitful, 320, 499, 555.

Hard, 309.

New — See Regeneration.

Searched, 151. 301.), 483, 487, 501,
545—556.

Siu-rendercd, 329, 335, G3G, 338,
339, 342, 343, 346, 349.

Vile, 313, 319, 320, 499.
Heathen, Missions to, 617— G40.
ixeaven, 718 — 752.

Anticipated, 187, 260, C15.— See
Heaven.

Blessedness of,431T 720, 723, 727.

Home, 445, G90, 720, 750, 751.

Purity of, 725.

Rest, 436, 511, 720, 72G.

Society of, 444, 447, 718, 724,
737, 752.

Songs of, 447, 719, 7C7, 738, 746,
752.

Worship of. 463, 730.
Heavens, Starry, 81—83, 100, 111.
Heirship of Saints, 436.
Hell, 10$.

Heralds of the Gospel, 582.
Hiding Place, 315.
Higli Priest— See PriesUwod.
Holiness of God, 49.

Of Heaven, 725.

Of Saints, 439. 483, 4S7.
Holy Scriptures, 167—183, 488, 489,

542.
Holy Spirit, 151—166.

Absence of, 155. — See Declen-
sions.

Comforter, 163. 164.

Descent of, 152, 156, 159, 162,
502, 608.

Earnest of, 495, 548.

Holy Spirit: —

Enlightening. 151 , 153. 15G, 15S.
Grieved, 291, 311.
Influences of, 151 — 166.
Inspirer, 154. 159, 162, 164, 107,

174.
Invoked, 151-166.
Refining, 370.
Regenerating, 154, 160.
Sanctifying, 154, 157—159, 1C1,

164—166.
Striving, 2SG, 291, 311.
Witness of, 55, 151, 153, 154,
156—158, 166, 495, 548, 55G.
Home Missions, 618.
Hope, Aspiration of, 434 — 452.
In Affliction. 528, 535, 750.
In Darkness — Sec Spiritual

Trouble.
In Death. CSS— CSS, C87, 690,
091, 693, (.95, 199—701, 7C5.
721.
Of Heaven — See Heaven Antici-
pated.
Hosannas, 72, 240, 257, 29G.
House of God — See Sanctuary.
Household — See Family.
Humanity of Christ, 203, 20f— 212.
Humilation of Christ, 196, 199, 234.
235, 252, 257.
Days of, 666— 6C8.
Humility, 479, 597.
Hypocrisy, 546, 550.
Image of God, 479, 481.
Immanuel, 136. 198.
Immortality, (,95, 696, 702, 703.
Importunity, 44, 478, 522, 538.
Imputation, 213, 224
I Incarnation of Christ, 190 — 105.
Inconstancy, 320, 497, 499.
Indwelling Sin, 309, 320, 499, 555.
Infant Baptism, 585—587.
Infinity of God, 81, 96, 98.
Ingratitude, 313, 320.
Inspiration — See Holy Scriptures.
Installation, 576, 580," 582, 583.
Institutions of the Church, 363 —

396, 585—587.
Httercessiou of Christ, 148, 2C0, 211,

242, 254, 255, 263, 500.
Invitations of the Gospel, 265 — 305.
Invocation, 1 — 64.
Israel, 584.
Jehovah — See God.
Jerusalem, New, 355, 729, 733, 740.

742.
Jews, 584.
Joy of the Believer, 241, 297, 352,

411, 743.
Jubilee, 303, 572.

Judgment, the, 328, 331, 708—717.
Justice of God. 93, 99.
Justification. 340. 347, 363.
Kingdom of Christ — See Royal
I'riist.'iood.
Trayer lor, 557, 563, 570, 626,

640.
Progress of. 557, 563. 566. 567,
571, 572, 625-627, 6 3, 634. 639.
Labor, Spiritual, 641—650.
Lamb of God — See Christ.
Latter Day, 623, 625, 632, 633, G38.
Law of God, 176, 180.

INDEX OF SUBJECTS.

Liberality— See Charity.
Life:—

Brief, 677, 679, 691, TOT.
Frail, 677, 678, 688, 707.
Light of the World— See Christ,
Likeness t i Christ— See Conformity,
Litany. 3*23.

Longing for Christ, 440. 159, 471,
476.
For God, 453, 454, 464, 470, 472,

505.
For Heaven, 431, 434, 44:>— 44T.
4.V>. 456, 465, 466, 0'.>7.
Long-Suffering— See Forth arance.
Looking t<> Jesus, 473, 515.
Lord's Day. 14—81.
Evening, 23, '-'■">.

Morning, 15— 22, 24, 26—28,
29—31.
Lord's Prayer. 4^2.
Lord's Supper, 363 — 396.
Lord, our Righteousness, Is". 358.
Loss of all Things — See Renuncia-
tion.

Of the Soul. 708.— See Alarm.

Lost state of Mac — sec Depravity.
Love of Christ — See Christ.

Of God— See God.

Of Holy Spirit, 163, 54S.

To Christ, 397—419.

To God, 4t>2. 4(13. 414.

To Saints, 6, 594—597.

To the Church, 599.
Loving-Kindness. 411.
Lnkewannness, 54. 155, 546, 550.
Majestv of Christ, 181—150.

Of God— See God.
Man, Fall of— See Depravity.
Marriage, 604, 665.
Martyrs. 485. 718, 719, T24, 752.
Mediation — See Christ.
Meditation. 9. 61, 462, 488.
Meekness. 479. 490.
Melchisedec, 401.
Mercy of Cod— See God.
Mercy-seat, 4T8. 4.S0, 539,
Merits. Human, 347.
Message of the Gospel, 2G9.
Messiah, 570.

Millennium — See Latter Day.
Ministry. 5T3— 5-4.

Commission of, 5T6. 573, 578.

Convocation of, 574, 581, 582,
584.

Ordination of. 506. 576, 580, 583.

Prayer for, 575. 5T7, 581.
Ministry of Christ, 206—212.
Miracle of Grace, 337.
Miracles of Christ, 'JUT.
Mission of Christ, 190, 191, 272.
Missionaries. 583, 024, 635.
Missions, til 7— 640.
Morning and Evening, 1 — 13.

Lord's Day, 15, 17— 20, 21,22,
24, 26, 27, 29-31.
Mortality— See Death, Life.
Mystery of Providence, 533, 534, 544.
Narrow Way. 550.
National. 059, 663.
Nativity of Christ, 190—205.
Nature and Revelation, 82, 169, 170.
179.

Beauties of, 81, 82, 100.

Nearness to God, 5, 472, 473, 492.

Need of Salvation, 184—189.

New Birth— 8ee Regeneration.

New Bong, 141. 269.

New Year. 670, 671, 673, 675.

Now, 283, 284, 289, 290, 292, 293,

304.
obedience. 41, 101, 290, 347, 489,

554.

Offers of Grace, 88.2—362.

Offices Of Christ. 262, 398.
old Age, 510, 699.

Year. 674. 670.
Omnipi itence — See God.
( Omnipresence — See God.
Omniscience— See God.
Oneness with Christ, 449.
Opening of Worship — See Invoca-
tion.
Ordinances — See Institutions.
ordinations — See Ministry.
Original sin, 185, 186, 188, 608.
Panoply, 041.
Pardon, Found, 332—302.

Offered. 266—305.

Sought, 306—331.
Parents— See Baptism.
Parting, 36, 37, 46, 64, 371, 600.
Passover, 213.

Pastor, Installation of, 576, 5S0, 582,
5.S8.

Welcomed, 579.

Pat Alice — See Forbearance.

Peace for the Troubled. 002.
Of The Christian. 498.

Peace-Makers, 594, 598. 645.

Pearl of Great Price, 360.

Penitence — See Repentance.

Pentecost, 162.

Perseverance, 242, 440, 449.

Pilgrim Fathers, 660.

Pilgrimage of Man, 435, 452, 467,
470. 474, 477, 507, 694.

Pitv of God— See God.

* To the Poor, 645, 646, 649

Pleading for Mercy, 306—331.

Pleasures, Worldly — See Renuncia-
tion.

Poor, 645, 646, 649.

Praise to the Father, 76—130.
To the Sou, 131—150.
To the Spirit, 151—166.
To the Trinity. 65—75.

Prayer, 356, 460.461.477.478, 481,
484—486, 522, 538, 543.

Prayer, Lord's, 482.

Preaching of the Gospel — See Min-
istry.

Preciousness of Christ— See Christ.

Predestination — See Decrees.

Priesthood, Roval, of Christ, 241—

264.
i Prince of Peace — See Christ.

Probation, Close of, 677—701.

Procrastination, 293.

Prodigal Son. 351. 357.

Profession, 589—593, 599.

Progress of Christ's Kingdom — See
Kingdom.

Promised Land. 723, 720. 732, 734,
739. 741, 747. 748, 751.

Promises of God, 175, 181, 411, 510.

Prophet of God, 262, 398.

Providence --See God.
Punishment, Future, 292, 708.
Purity. 4ST. 491. 549.
Purposes of God— See l>>crees.
Race, Christian, 438, 443.
Ransom, lid. 223, 258.
Ri conciliation, 265-
Redecming Love, 297. — BeeLoveoJ

Christ.
Redemption — See A loving Sacrifice.
Refuge— See < i.i i.l. l.tni.
Regeneration, Need of, 185, 188,
332.
Sought, 151, 152, 105, 185. 487.
Wrought, J51. 101. 183, 189, 556.
Rejoicing in God — See Joy.
Remembrance if Christ— See Com-
memoration.
Renunciation of the World, 336,338,
842—844, 84T, 348, 300, 801,
4T1.
Repentance, 184, 295, 300, 306, 307,

318, 320, 373. 496.
Resignation, C4. 421. 490. 517, 518,

520, 525, 1-0-529, 540. 544.
Resolves. 8:,:.. 336, 338, 339, 342,

343, 345— £49, £54, 360, 361.
Rest for the Weary, 266, 208, 287,

2S8, 308, 315, 751.
Rest in Heaven, 511, 720, 726.— See

Hear, a.
Resurrection cf Christ, 230—240.
Resurrection, the. 702 — 707.
Retirement— See Meditation.
Return to God, 325, 328—330, 494.
Revelation, 167—183.
Revival, 609—616.
Riches, 360.

Righteousness of Christ, 185, 347,
358.
Robe of, 358.
Robe of Righteousness, 358.
Rock of Ages, 363, 568.
Room lor All, 304.
Royal Priesthood of Christ, 241 —

264.
Sabbath — See Lord's Day.
Sabbath School — See Children,

Youth.
Sacraments, 363—396, 585—587.
Sacrifice, Vicarious — See Atoning

Sacrifc.
Safety of Believers, 558, 559.
Saint and Sinner, 545.
Saints: —

Communion of, 465, 594—605.
Death (-1— See Death.
Security of, 558, 559.
Union with Christ, 5, 449.
Salvation, 184—264.
Sauctification — See Growth, Holy

Spirit.
Sanctuary, 32—64.
Built, 651—656.
Corner Stone laid, 651, 652.
Dedication of, 051, 653—656.
Loved, 15—17, 20, 28, 32—04,
540. 008.
Satan. 437, 500.

Scriptures — See Holy Scriptures.
Searching the Heart, 545 — 550.
Seasons, 669.

Autumn, 657, 658, 002.

274,

INDEX OF SUBJECTS.

Seasons: —

Spring, 669. 672.
Second Birth— See Regeneration.
Security of Saints. 558, 559.
Seed-time and Harvest— See Sea-
sons.

Self-DeceptUm, 3BW, 49i), 555.

Dedication — See ( 'onset-ration.

Denial, 347, 348. 354. 536, 550.

Examination, §45—566.

Renunciation — See Consecra-
tion.

Righteousness, 227. 347.
Shepherd— See Christ, God.
Showers of Grace, 321.
Sickness. 628.
Sin, Indwelling. 300. 320. 490. 555.

Original, 185, 186, 1S8, 608.
Sincerity, 54, 55G.
Sleep, 4, 5.

Soldier— See Warfare.
Sou of God. 131—150.
Song, New, 141, 259.
Sorrow for Sin— See Repentance,

For Trouble— See Afflictions.
Sovereignty of God— See God.
Special Occasions, 651 — 676.
Spirit of God— See ifoh/ Spirit.
Spiritual Trouble, 492—506.
Spring, 069, 672.
Star of the East, 201, 205. 617.
Starry Heavens. 81—83, 100, 111.
Steadfastness, 437, 629.
Strength as our Days. 514. 530.
Submission— See Resignation.
Sufferings of Christ— See Christ.
Sun of Righteousness — See Christ.

Sunday Schools — See Cliildren,

Vout.'i.
Supper. Lord's, 363—396.
Supremacy of God, 74, 76, 96, 98,

421.
Surety, 440.
Surrender, 320. 335, 336, 338, 330,

342, 343. 346, 349.
Sympathy — See C/trist, Pity.
Table, Lord's, 363—306.
Teacher, the Great, 208, 210.
Te Deum, 65, 106.
Temperance, 439, 550, 664.
Temptation, 441, 442.
Tempter, 437, 500.
Thanksgiving, Days of. 657 — 659.
Throne of Grace, 481, 525.
Time— See Death. Life. Year,
To-Dav. 283, 2^4, 289, 290, 292, 293,

304.
Tribulation. 492—544.
Trinity, 65—75.
Trust in Christ, 420, 423, 425, 427,

433.
In God, 422, 430, 433, 451, 503,

523.
Truth of God— See God.
Trumpet, Gospel, 277. 303, 622.

Judgment, 711—713
Unbelief — See Alarm.
Union of Saints with Christ, 5, 449.

With each other. 504—605.
Unsearchableness of God, 80, 534,

544.
Vanity of Life — See Life.

Of the World — See Renuncia-
tion.

' Victory of Believers — See Warfare.
Of Christ— See Christ, a Con-
queror.

Vision of Dry Bones, 608.

VbWB to God, 588, 589, 591—593,
599.

Waiting on God, 514.

Walking with God, 492.

Wanderings — See Backsliding.

Warfare, Christian, 437, 504, 513,
536, 618, 629. 641.

Warnings, 270. 200—202.

Watchfulness, 480, 504, 5=38, 584.

Watchmen. 573. 682, 617.

Waters of Life — See Fountain.

Way of Salvation — See Salvation.

Way to Zion, '-'Til.

Way, Truth, and Life, 212, 349.

Weary, Rest for the, 266, 268, 287,
288, 308. 315. 751
Welcome to the, 265—268, 287,
301.

Wealth, Use of — See Contributions.

Witness — See Holy Spin'.

Word of God — See Holy Scriptures.

Working and Giving. 641—6 0.

World Renounced — See Renuncia-
tion.

Worship, Family. 594. 601. 604.

Public — See Lord's Day, Sanc-
tuary.

Year, and its Seasons. 669—676.
Of Jubilee, 303, 572.

Yoke of Christ. 268. 287.

Youth. 176. 273, 585—587.

Zeal, 435. 437. 443, 480, 536, 646.

Zion, 204, 542, 559, 569, 571.

INDEX OF SCRIPTURE TEXTS.

GENESIS.
1 : 2 160

5 : 24 402

6 : 3 291

19 : 17 305

38 : 10— 22 472

32 : 20 478

EXODUS.
25:22.. 539

DEUTERONOMY.
3 : 25 720

33 : 25 514

34 : 1 733

RUTH.
1 : 16 599

1st SAMUEL.

7 : 12 366, 671

1st CHRONICLES.
29 : 10—13 127

2d CHRONICLES.
15 : 15 589

ESTHER.
4: 16 281

JOB.
1 :21 527

7:16 em

14 : 10 738

14 : 14 604

2!) : -1 403

PSALMS.

1 545

5 40

8 121

14...

630

15

549

17...

702

18...

05

19...
21 ..

82, 169, 170

170

23...

428,468

24..
25

336

505

26

546

27 . . .

51, 532

31...
32...

423

340

33

93

34

108

39...

691

41...

649

42...

454

43 .

33

45..

206, 620

46. .

251, 542

47...

238, 239

48

.... 561

50

7< '0

51...
55...

...184,306,307, 317
422

60. ..

668

63...

.53

66 .

112

67 .

033

68

237

72...
73

. .563, 564, 566, 570
457

80 . . .

... 607

84...
85

32, 58, 50, 465

606

88...

202. 703

89.

109, 177

90. . .

494, 688

92 .

26

93

57

05 . .
98...

41, 101,290

190

100 ..

76, 77, 79

102 . . .

614

103 . . .

107

85, 89, 510

658

111

103

110...
117...
118...

110 . . .
122..

591

63, 562

147. 550

176. 488. 489

21, 48, 56

125 .

430

126 615

132.

.50; 61 :10.

133..
134..
135...
136...
137 .. .
138...

.601

, . . 73
. 107
.124
.560
. 88

6,7.

.622

139 547, 551, 552

141 6

145 80,102, 104. 116

146 94

148.... 78, 91, 122, 123. 125
150 128, 120

PROVERBS.
8:17 273

ECCLESIASTES.
4—6, 10 686

CANTICLES.

1 : 7 380

2:4 367

2: 16 403

3:2 382

4 : 16 612

5: 10—16 256

ISAIAH.

7: 14 419

9:6 195

12 : 4 96

33 : 17 750

35 :8— 10 467

40:9 112

40 :28,31 438

42 : 16 473

45 :22 515

51 : 3 204

51 :9 635

52 :1,2 565

52:7.

.5S2

53 : 4—6 226

55 : 1 265, 277. 205

60 : 1, 2 639

60 : 18 613

60:30 719

61 : 1—3 191

JEREMIAH.

22 313

3 388

5 276

LAMENTATIONS.
3:23 4

EZEKIEL.

11 : 19 309

33: 11 298,524

36:37 152

38 : 3 608

DANIEL.

2:44.

.558

HOSEA.

6:3
11 :8.
14:1.

HABBAKKUK.

.43

. 325
.314

3:2.

ZECHARIAH.

12 187

1 221

MATTHEW.

13

21

9, 10. . .
9—13..

10

7

40—42.

397
.205
.482

.540
477
500

28.. 208, 268, 287, 288.
315

20 211

17 596

276

INDEX OF SCRIPTURE TEXTS.

17 : 4, 8 3S5, 409

19 : 14 587

21 : 22 484

25: 6 743

25 : 13 584

25:34 711, 712

25 : 40 646

25 : 41 70S

25 : 46 328

20:36—46 210

26 : 41 501

2/ :46 222

27 :50— 53 223

28:20 578

MARK.

8 : 38 408

10: 14 587

13 : 37 480

11 : 24 374

11 : 36 517

16 :15 578

LUKE.

1:78 201

2:8— 14.... 194, 196, 197,
202

2 : 32 636

4 : IS, 19 191, 303

9 : 23 3, 336, 431, 550

10 : 30—37 617

10:38—42 9

10 : 39 410

10 : 42 407

11:13 ....621

12 : 35-38 584

11 : 16—23 388

15 : 7, 10 331, 357

15 : 18 > 295

18: 1 522

18 : 13 310

19 : 41 373

22: 19 3711

23 : 42 .316, 530

21 : 29 23, 699

21 : 34 233

JOHN.

1 : 12, 13 ISO

1 : 29 346

3 : 3 188, 189, 332

3 : 17 272, 296

4 :24 553

6 : 51 442

6:68 404.425

11 :25 698

13 : 9 390

14:2 745

14 :6 212

14 : 19 427

14 : 26 54S

19 :30 215, 229

21 :17 417

ACTS.

4 : 32 604

10:44 55

16 : 9 631

17 :24, 25 119

26 :22 670

ROMANS

1 :16

5 : 8

5 : 12

6:3

8:8

8 : 14—16

12 : 5

142

.... 185
.. .389
188

. ...495

600

13 : 11 451, 674, 749

1st CORINTHIANS.

1 : 22
1:30

2:2.

2 : 9,
2 : 16
3:6
3: 21
5: 7.
6: 17
6 : 20

11 : 24

-21.

10.

-23

11 : 23-

12 : 13.

15 : 55.

, 25. . .
-26.,

254

260
471, 575
725, 735

479

575

531

213

449

354

393

379

602

685

2d CORINTHIANS.
1 : 22 166, 495

2:15.

4 : 18.

5 : 8..
6:2..

575
431
.705

.283

GALATIANS.

4:6 27

5 : 22 556

5:24 496

6: 14... 227, 223.243, 369

EPHESIANS.

1:13,14 495

2:5 .372

2:8 352. 353. 372

3: 15 595

3: 16 60

4:8 240

4: 11, 12 576

4: 15 596

4: 30—32 605

6 : 13 629, 641

6: 14 437

PHILIPPIANS.

1 :21, 22 376, 466

1 :23 446, 736

2:6 131

3:7—10 347

3 : 12—14 443

4:4 241

4: 13 424

1st THESSALONIANS.

4 : 14 689

4: 17 696

2d THESSALONIANS.
1 : 7 715

1st TIMOTHY.
I : 15 296

2d TIMOTHY.
1 : 12 355

TITUS.
2 :10— 13 439 I

HEBREWS.

1 :3 143

1:6 146

4:9. 28, 751

4 : 14—16. 211, 255

4:16 481

6: 17-19 441

7 : 22.... 242

11 :13 435

11 : 14 742

12 : 1, 2 443

13:5 510

13: 17 573

13:20 46

1st PETER.

1 :8 450

2:7 397, 398, 406

3:7 485

5: 7 512, 521

2d PETER.

1 : 10 436

3:10 716

1st JOHN.

3:1—3 448

4:8 118

4 : 19 418, 516

4 : 21 594

REVELATION.

1 : 18 132

3: 11 524

3:20 289

5:6—10 137

5:9 737

5 : 12... 133, 149, 150, 141

7:9 444

7: 13 718. 724

11 : 15 572, 626

14: 13 690, 721

15:3,4 259

19: 12 213, 247

21 : 2 733

21 : 1—4 557

21 : 10 729, 741

21 :23 463

21 :27 725

ALPHABETICAL INDEX OF TUNES.

|l Copyright tunes.

NAME. METRE. AUTHOR OR SOURCE. PAGE.

Abridge CM haac Smith, 1770. Har. . Edward J. Hopkins, 1868 236

Agatha 6s, 8 lines From Carl Maria Von Weber, 1820 185

(Ahira) S. M (See " Leigh ton.") 18G

Aletta 7s, 4 or 6 lines. . . William B. Bradbury, 1856 117

Alfretou L M William Beastall 231

All Saints L. M William Knapp, 1760 250

America 6s & 4s Henry Carey, obit, 1743 235

Amsterdam 7, 6, P James Nares, 1780 168

Angels L. M Orlando Gibbons. 1623. Har., Wm. Henry "Monk, 1861 34

.,.• . n „, ( From George Frederick Handel, 1684-1759. Adapted by Lowell

Antl°cn C* M \ Mason, 1836 70

An vera L. M. German. Adapted by Lowell Mason, 1840 207

Appleton L,. M From a Chant, by William Boyce, 1710-1779 195

Arcadia CM Thomas Hastings, 1839 100

Ariel C P. M. Loivell Mason, 1836 145

Arlington CM From " Artaxerxes.*' Thomas A. Arne, 1762. Arr 198

Armenia CM Sylvanus B. Pond, 1835 112

Arnheim L. M Samuel. Hoh/oke, 1785. Altered 76

IIAubum CM H. I , 1846 230

Austria 8s & 7s, 6 or 8 1 ... { " gjj£ erkalte Franz den ^iser." Francis Joseph Haydn,

| X iv i • l\io

Autumn 8s & 7s, 8 lines Spanish melody 121

Avon CM Huxjh Wilson, 17— 252

Azmou CM Cart Gotlhelf Gldser, 1828. Arr., Lowell Mason, 1839 42

Balerma C M Spanish melody, 16th Century. Ad. by R. Simpson 58

Bangor CM Old Welsh melody. William Tansur's Coll., 1735 242

Barby CM William Tansur, 1735 190

Bartimeus 8s & 78 4, or 6 1. . . Daniel Read, 1804 120

Bavaria 8s & 7s, 4, 6, or 8 1. German melody. " Plymouth Coll." 1855 78

Belmont 8s, 7s, & 4 Anon., 1830 96

Bemerton CM Henry W. Greatorex, 1849 52, 205

Benevento 7s, 8 lines Samuel Webbe, cir. 1770 240

Bera L. M John E. Gould, 1S51 .' 104

Bethany 6s & 4's Lowell Mason. " Sabbath H. and T. Book," 1859 169

Bethesda H. M Maurice Greene, obit, 1755 130

Bethlehem CM Spencer Madan, obit, 1813 129

Beulah 7s, 8 lines Elam Ives, Jr., 1846 255

Blendon L. M Felice Giardini, cir. 1760 146

Bonar S. M., 8 linos Lowell Mason, 1858 247

Boylstou S. M Lowell Mason. 1832 82, 217

Braden S. M William B. Bradbury, 1844 148

(Bradford) CM (See "Messiah.") 139

Brattle Street C M., 8 lines. . . . Jgnace Pleyel, 1757-1831 189

(Bray) :... CM (See "St. George.") 199

Brewer L. M English melody 238

Broomsgrove CM. Thomas Williams' Coll., 1768 226

Brown CM William B. Bradbury, 1840 175

Byeneld CM ... Thomas Hastings, 1840 174

Q7Q ALPHABETICAL INDEX OF TUNES.

NAME. METRE. AUTHOR OR SOURCE. PAGE.

Camrridge CM John Randall, 1790 40, 98

Captivitv L. M William li. Bradbury, 1X47 216

(Chelmsford) CM See (" Melody.") 211

Chester C. M Thomas Hastings, 1828 141

Chesterfield. . , . . , CM Thomas Hornets. cir. 1792 138

Chimes CM Lowell Mason 1840 233

China CM Timothy Swan, 1800 251

HChristine 7s & 6s, 8 lines. ... S. P. W , 1872 264

Christmas CM From George Frederick Handel, ](i8f>-17."9 71, 158

Clarendon CM Jsaac Tucker, 1800 45

Colchester CM. Aaron Williams' Coll., cir. 1760 21, 2C9

Conway CM English melody 91

Coronation CM Oliver Holden, 1793 90

Coventry CM Englis"h melody 80

Cowper C M Lowell Mason, 1830 81

Dalston S. P. M Aaron Williams, 1760 24

Darwell H. M John Darwell, cir. 1750 88

Dedham CM William Gardiner, 18:50 59

(Deiineld) CM (See " Azmou.") 42

-p.^ o M (From Hans G. Niigeli, 177:>-18:)<;. Adapted by Lowell Mason,

WMb a< m I 1849 • 160, 187

Detroit S. M Eurotas V. Hastings, 1840 134

Devizes CM Isaac Tucker, 1800 65

Dover S. M English melody 94

Downs CM Lowell. Mason. 1832 192

Duke Street L. M J. llalton or William Reeve, cir. 1790 6

Dunbar S. M. E Jr. Dunbar, 1854. (•' Sacred Melodies.") 265

Dundee CM Scotch Psalter (Andre Hart, Edinburgh, Printer), 1615 .... 39, 177

(Dundee) CM (See "Windsor.") 114

(Eeim) CM (See "G-eer.") 142

Ellenthorpe L. M Francis Linley, cir. 1790 67

Eltham. 7s, 8 lines Lowell Mason, 1840 204

Ernan L. M Lowell Mason, 1850 124

Evan C M Celtic melody, Arr., William Henry Havergal, 1849 69

Evening Hymn L. M Thomas Tallis, Parker's Psalter, 1567. Abridged and altered. 165

Even me j 8' ^ £•«*■ ^\^es°r } William B Bradbury, 1862. ( ' ' Golden Shower. ") 115

Ewing ., 7s & 6s, 8 lines.. . . ' Alexander Living, 1860 263

Federal Street L. M Henry K. Oliver. 1832 57

(Florence) CM (See "Valentia.") 127

(Forest) L. M (See "Rockbridge.") 68

(Fountain) CM (See "Cowper.") 81

Frederick lis George K ivgsley, 1S38. (" Sacred Choir.") 248

(French) CM (See "Dundee.") 39, 177

Ganges C P. M Old melody 119

Geer CM Henry W. Greatorex (Root and Swectser's Coll.), 1849 142

Geneva CM John Cole, 1805 43

Germany L. M From Ludwig van Beethoven, 1770-1827 179

Gethseniane 7s, 6 lines Richard Redhead, 1 853 79

Glasgow CM George F. Root (Root and Sweetser's Coll. ), 1849 99

Golden Hill S. M Aaron Chopin, cir. 1823 102

(Goodwin) 7s & 6s, 8 lines.... (See '•Webb.") 202

IIGould lis & 10s S. V. W . 1871 75

Gratitude L. M Ami Bost (of Switzerland). Ad. by Thomas Hastings, 1837 157

Greenville 8s, 7s, A: 4 Jean Jacques Rousseau, 1712-1778 181, 218

Haddam H. M English melody. Arr. Lowell Mason, 1822 29

TT „ _ I Francis Jasefh Haydn, 1732-1809. Ad. by Hastings ("Church

Hallc 's I Melodies") SB

Hamburg L. M Firs* Gregorian Tone. Ad, by Lowell Mason, 1825 83, 196

Harwell f8'^ ££ 6otVC| Lo""'" Mawn' LS1° 55

Harwich II . M .

Nun danket alle Got* " JoJiann Cruger, 1649. Ad. by

Lowell Mason, 1822 47

Heath CM Lowell Mason, is:!r> 162

Heber CM George KingsUy, 1838 77

Hebron L. M Lowell Mason, 1880 135,210

Hendon 7s Caesar Malan, 1830 20

ALPHABETICAL INDEX OF TUNES. 279

NAMi:. MirilK. AUTHOR OR SOURCE. PAGE.

Honrv CM fylwmm Jf. Pond. 1*35 38

Holley 7i G*ovgt Hem (" Handel ami Haydn ('oil.'"). 1836 9, 213

Hollingside 7a, 8 lines TohnB, Dykes ("Hymns Ancient and Modern "), 1881 116

Hope 6a & ie. P fkeadove E. Per/am, 1868 123

Horton 7a From Zavu r StJmyder von Wart usee, 1786' 188

Hotnam T>. 8 linea Martin Madan, 1776 * 150

Howard CM Mrs. Gutkbept :; 41

Hmimirl C. M ilmrh. </,,,,„ ,- {■■ American Harp "i. 1839 388

Haraley L. M From Ftxmcis Joseph Haydn. Arr., William Henry Monk, 1861. 7

Illinois L M Jonathan Spit man * 120

Inverness s. M Lowell Mason, IB&b 123

(Iowa) s. M (See " Kentucky.") 172

Irish ... CM Isaac Smith, cir. 1760 * i«7

Italy 6b & 4s PW*« Giardini, 1760 30

7s, 8 lines (See ••lieulah.") 266

Joni) vx C M., 8 lines ira/ia»i Billings, 1781. Arr., X 7'. »'. * 258

(Judgment) L. M (See " Monmouth.") 254=

Kentucky S. M Aaron Chopin l« M< thodist Harmonist," X. Y„ 1822.) 172

Laban S. M Lpmett Mason. 1800 18

Ijuid of Beat C. M William B. Bradbury, 1863 200

Lanesboro' C, M English melody 23

Leighton S. M Henry W. Greatorex (Boot and Sweetser's Coll.), 1849 180

Lenox H. M J. Edson. 1782 108

Lisbon s. M Daniel Read, 1785 10

Lischer H. M German Yolkslied. Arr., Loir*// Mason, 1841 16

L< 'lid. .n. New C. M Scotch Psalter, Edinburgh, 1015 * 241

Lmivan L. M Virgil Corydon Taylor ("Taylor's Sacred Minstrel "), 1849 95

Loving-Kindness L. M Western melody 147

Luther S. M Thomas Hastings, 1835 208

Luton L. M Aaron Williams' Coll,, 1760 35

Madison 8s, 8 lines Syh-anus B. Pond, 1841 159

Maitlaud CM Allen. Western melody 155

Mannheim 8s Ac 7s From Lwlwig ran Beethoven, 1770-1827 * 48

Manoah CM Giacomo Rnssini, 1792-1868. Adapted 113

Marl. i\v CM English melody. Arr., Lowell Mason, 1832 12

Marriott 6s & 4s Joseph Barnby, 1867 62

Martvn 7s, 8 lines S. B. Marsh, 1836. (" Musical Miscellany.") 100

(Martyrdom) CM (See "Avon.") 232

Martvrs CM Scotch melody, 1611 * 237

Mear CM Welsh Air. Aaron Williams' Coll., cir. 1760 22

Medfield CM WilUam Mather, 1790 64, 153

Melody CM Aaron Chopin, (•' N. Y. Selection of Sacred Music," 1823.) 211

__ " . .- i /• o i;~„„ ( German YolksLed. Ad. by Lowell Mason ["Modern Psalm-

Mendebras .a k 6s, 8 lines. .. . j J^T^ im ' J 15

Mendon L. M German. Arr. by Lowell M ason ("Sacred Harmony"), 1832.. 26

Meribah C P. M Lowell Mason, 1839 '. 113

Messiah 7s, 8 lines Adapted by George Kingslet/, 1838 84

Messiah C M Geo. Frederick Handel,, 1741. Ad. from " The Messiah." 139

(Mi. ah) C M (See "Bemcrton.") 52, 205

Migdol L. M Lowell Mason, 1840 156

Missionary Cliant L. M Charles Zeuner, 1832 223

Missionary Hymn ... 7s & Gs, 8 linea Lowell Mas,,,!, 1824 225

Monmouth L. M '• Esist gewisslich." Joseph King's Gesaugbiu h. 1635 * 254

Monson CM Samuel R. Brown. Axe.', Thomas Hastings, 1836 143

Moravian C M.. * hues German melody ('N. Y. Choralist," 1871.) * 128

Morning Star 7s. 8 lines Lowell Mason, 1830 220

Mount Auburn CM George Kingsley, 1838 243

Mount ( 'alvary 7s, 6 linee Johann Rosenmnller, 1655. Adapted 107

M> ./.art 7a J. C. Wolfgang A. Mozart, 1756-91. Adapted 73

Naomi CM LoweU Mason. 1836 188

(Navland. C M (See "Stephens.") 154

Hearer Home 6- John >/. Evans, i860 26ri

Nettleton 8s & 7s, 6 or 81... Asahel NetOeton, 1825* 132

Newcourt L. P. M Hugh Bond. i7'.»o. Altered , 37

New Haven 6e & 4s Thomas Hastings, 1833 56

280

ALPHABETICAL INDEX OF TUNES.

NAME. METEE. AUTHOR OR SOURCE. PAGE.

Nicaea 11, 12, 12, 10 John B. Dykes, 1861 - 5

„ _ ,„ .-, ,, ( ''Christus deristmein Leben." Metchior Vulpius, 1609. Har.,

Normanton CM J Ludwig Erh%1^ * 191

-T . ~ c t ( " Liebster Jesu war sind hier." Joltann Rudolj Ahle, 1664.

Nuremberg ,s, 6 lines- { Altered* . 234

Oaksville CM Charles Zeune.r, 1839 53

Old Hundredth L. M Guillaume Franc, 1543. (Marot and Beza's Psalter), * 31

Olipbant 8s, 7s, & 4 Lowell Mason. ls32* 170

Olivet 6s & 4s Lowell Mason, 1831 * • 184

Olmutz S. M Eighth Gregorian Tone. Ad., Lowell Mason, 1832 60

Olnev S. M Lowell Mason, 1830 180

Orland L. M William. Arnold, 1708-1832 * 206

Ortonvillc CM Thomas Hastings, 1837 93

Osgood 8s, 7s. & 4 Arr. from Peter Ritter, 1790 * 253

Otto 8s & 7s, 8 lines.... Henry K. Oliver, 1840 * 249

Paradise 7s & 6s, 8 lines Frederick A Weber * 262

Park Street L. M Frederick M. A Venua, cir. 1810 86

Peterboro' C M Ralph Harrison, 1786 * 8

(Phuvah) CM (See " Norman ton.") 191

Pilesgrove L. M Nahum Mitchell, 1812 * 201

Plevel 7s Ignace Pleyet, 1757-1831 61

Portugal L. M Thomas Thorley, 17— 14, 232

Portuguese Hymn. . . lis John Reading, 1760 182

Quito L. M William Horsley, 1774-1858 * 152

Rapture C P. M Edward Harwood, 1707-1787 * 36

Rathbun 8s & 7s Ithamar < donkey, 1851 133

Rest L. M William B. Bradbury, 1844 245

Rest for the weary. . . 8s & 7s, with Chor. J. W. Dadmxin. " Revival Melodies," I860 268

Retreat * L. M Thomas Hastings, 1822 193

Rhine H. M Thomas Hastings, 1836 * 221

Rhine, New CM German melody * 259

Rochester CM Aaron Williams' Coll., cir. 1760 * 163

Rockbridge L. M Aaron Chapin. " Methodist Harmonist," N. Y., 1822 68

Rockingham L. M Lowell Mason, 1830 105

Rock of Ages 7s, 6 lines Thomas Hastings, 1830 1 31

Rolland L. M William B. Bradbury, 1844 137

Rosefield 7s, 4 or 0 lines Cassar Malan, 1830 89

lt< .thwell L. M William Tansur, cir. 1743 , 50

Russia 8s & 7s, 8 lines. . . . Dimitri S. Bartnansky, 1751-1825. Ad. by Lowell Mason 74

Sabbath 7s, 6 or 8 lines Lowell Mason, 1834 11

St. Ann's CM William Croft, 1712 13

St. George CM '• LobtGott, ihr Christen." Aicolaus Hermann. 1544. Altered* 199

St. John's CM English melody. Aaron Williams' Coll., cir. 1760 * 44

St. Martin's C. M William Tansur, 1735* 87

St. Thomas S. M William Tansur, 1708 46, 214

Saul L.M.,Clines George Frederick Handel, 1740. Ad. from "Saul." 246

Scotland 12s John Clarke {Whitfield), cir. 1800 109

Seasons L. M Ignace Pleyel, 1757-1831 * 173

Seymour 7s From Carl Maria von Weber, 1825 * 171

Shining Shore 8s k 7s, Tro., 8 1.. George F. Root, 1859 266

Shirland S. M Samuel Stanley, 1800 * 200

Shoel L. M Thomas Shoe!, 1810 * 178

Sicily 8s, 7s, & 4 " O Sanctissima." Sicilian melody * 17

Silver Street S. M Isaac Smith, 1770 19

Solitude 7s L. T. Downes (Greatorex Coll., 1851) 167

Spanish Hymn 7s, 0 or 8 lines Spanish melody * 166

State Street S. M Jonathan C. Woodman, 18U 229

Stephens CM William Jones, obit, 1799. ("Psalmo Doxologia," 1822.) 154

StiJlingneet S. M Swiss Collection 151

Stirling L. M Ralph Harrison, 1786 27

Stoneneld L. M Samuel Stanley, 1810 32, 66

Stow H. M English melody. Ad., Lowell Mason, 1832 85

HSnnderland CM K. M. Whitaker, 1872 * 176

Supplication L. M From W. A. Mozart, 1756-1791 :: Ill

Surrey L. M CosteUo, cir. 1810 * 222

Swanwick CM J. Lucas, 17— .. 140

Sweet Hour L. M., 8 lines William B. Bradbury, 1861 164

ALPHABETICAL INDEX OF TUNES.

281

N\MF.. MKTRE. AUTHOn OR SOUHCF.. PAGE.

Tvm.\ OBTH Ba, 7b, & 4 . . Scotch melody. Ad. by Charles Lockhart, 1790 227

Tappau CM George Kingtley, 1838 256

Telemann 7s Chortet '/.tuner. 1832 ... . 49

Thatcher B. M George Frederick H indeU Adapted from " Bosarme," I'J.vi ..63, 1G1

'['a. • Lora 7s George Frederick Handel (from ''Theodora,"), l"4'.t 149

(Toplady) 7a, 6 lines (See " Rock of Ages.") 131

Tranquillity L. M Morton. English melody 2G1

Traro L.M Charles Burney, cir. 1760 ( "Lock." Coll.) .">l

UxBKiiH.K L. M Lowell Mason, 1830.

25

Vai.ks CIA CM Maximilian Eberivein, 1775-1831. Arr. George Kingtley, 1853. . 127

Varum C. M.. B lines Christian lleinrich Rink, 1770-184G. Arr., George F. Root, 184'J. . 257

(Vesper Hymn] Bs fc 7s, 8 lines. . . (See " Russia.") 74

(Visitation) 8s, 7s, & 4 (See "Belniout.") 96

WABO L. M Scotch melody. Arr., Lou-ell Mason, 1830 194

Ware L. M George Kingtley, 1838 215

(Ware ham) L. M (See " All Saints.") 250

Warsaw H. M Thomas Clark, 1804 72

"Warwick CM. Samuel Stanley, cir. 1810 92

Watchman S. M J a tries Leach, 1789 228

Webb 7s & 6s, 8 lines George James Webb (from the "Odeou "), 1837 202

Wells L. M German: before 1740. Aaron Williams' Coll., cir. 17G0 244

Welton L.M Cazsar Malm, 1830 33

Wilmot .. .
Windham . ..
Windsor ...
Woodland
Woodstock.
Wood worth

8s & 7s Carl Maria von Weber, 178G-1826. Adapted 54

L. M.
C. M. .
C. M. .
C. M. .
L. M. .

Daniel Read, 17&5 ... 136

George hi rby. ( Kste's Psalter, 1592. ) 1 14

Nathaniel D. Gould, 1832 101

Derxlatus Button. Jr., 1829 212

William B. Bradbury, 1849 125

1 aumouth 7s & 6s, 8 lines . . . Lowell Mason. 1835 224

\oakley L.M William VoakLy 110

iork ...CM Scotch Psalter, Edinburgh, 1615 144

Zephyk L.M William B. Bradbury, 1844.

Zerali CM Lowell Mason, 1837

Zion 8s, 7s, A: 4 Thomas Hastings, 1830

103
219
97

METRICAL INDEX OF TOMS.

COMMON METRE.
Iambic 8, 6 8, G. rage.

Abridge 236

Antioch.. 70

Arcadia 100

Arlington... .. . 112

Armenia 76

Auburn 230

Avon . . 2."> j

Azmon 42

Balcrma . . 58

Bangoz 242

Barby 190

Page, j

Bemerton 52, 205 I

Bethlehem 129 |

(Bradford) 139 |

Brattle Street, 8 lines . 189 I

'Bray) 190 j

Broomsgrove 226 j

Brown 175 I

Byefield 174 j

Cambridge 40, 98

(Chelmsford) 211

Chester 141 i

Chesterfield 138

Chimes 233 j

China 251 '

Page.

Christmas 71, 158

Clarendon 45

Colchester 21, 209

Conway 91

Coronation 90

Coventry 80

Cowper 81

Dedham 59 i

(Denfield). 42 ■

Devizes 65 '

Downs 192 |

Dundee 39, 177 j

(Dundee) 114 i

(Elnu). . . 142

Page.

Evan G9

(Florence) 127

(Fountain) 81

(French) 3'.), 177

Geer 142

Geneva 43

Glasgow 99

Heath 162

Heber 77

Henry 38

Howard. . 41

Hummel 239

Irish 197

Jordan, 8 lines 258

282

METRICAL INDEX OP TUNES.

Land of Rest 260

Lauesboro' 23

London, New 241

Maitland 155

Manoah 113

Marlow 12

(Martyrdom) . . s , 252

Martyrs 237

Mear 22

Medneld 64, 153

Melody 211

Messiah 139

(Micah) 52, 205

Monson 143

Moravian, 8 lines 128

Mount Auburn 243

Naomi 2, 188

(Nayland ) 154

Normauton 191

Oaksville 53

Ortonville 93

Peterboro' 8

(Pbuvab) 191

Rhine, New 259

Rochester 163

Saint Ann's 13

Saint George 199

Saint John's 44

Saint Martin's 87

Stephens 154

Sunderland. 170

Swan wick 140

Tappan 256

Valentia 127

Varina, 8 lines 257

Warwick 92

Windsor 114

Woodland 101

Woodstock. 212

York 144

Zerah - 219

LONG METRE.
Iambic, 8, 8, 8, 8.

Alfreton

All Saints

Angels

Anvern

Appleton

Arnheiin

Bera ..

Blendon

Brewer

Captivity

Duke Street

Ellenthorpe

Ernan ,

Evening Hymn

Federal Street

(Forest)

Germany

Gratitude

Hamburg 83

Hebron 135

Hursley

Illinois

(Judgment)

Louvan

831

2.r>n

M
207
195

76
104
116
238
2113
6

a

124
165

57

68
179
157 i
196 i
210 |

7
126 |
254

95 !

Page.

Loving-Kindness 147

Luton 35

Mendon 26

Migdol 156

Missionary Chant 22:5

Monmouth 254

Old Hundredth 31

Orlaud 206

Park Street 86

Pilesgrove 201

Portugal 14, 232

Quito 152

Rest 245

Retreat 193

Rockbridge 68

Rockingham 105

Rolland 137

Roth well 50

Saul, 6 lines 246

Seasons 173

Shoel 178

Stirling 27

Stoneneld 32, 66

Supplication Ill

Surrey 222

Sweet Hour, 8 lines.. 164

Tranquillity 261

Truro 51

Uxbridge ... 25

Ward 194

Ware 215

(Wareham) 250

Wells 244

Weltou 33

Windham 136

Woodworth 212

Yoakley. 110

Zephyr 103

SHORT METRE.

Iambic, 6, 6, 8, 6.

Bonar, 8 lines 247

Boylstou 82, 217

Braden 148

Dennis 160, 187

Detroit 134

Dover 94

Dunbar 265

Golden Hill 102

Inverness 122

(Iowa) 172

Kentucky 172

Laban 18

Leighton 186

Lisbon 10

Lutlier 208

Olmutz GO

Olney 180

Saint. Thomas 46, 214

Shirland 200

Silver Street 19

State Street 22'.l

Stillmgtieet 151

Thatcher 63, 161 i

Watchman 228 '

rage. |
LONG
PARTICULAR METRE \

Iambic, 8, 8, 8; 8, 8, 8.
Newcourt 37

COMMON
PARTICULAR METRE.

Iambic, 8, 8, G; 8, 8, 6.

Ariel 145

Ganges 119

Meribah 118

Rapture 36

SHORT
PARTICULAR METRE.

Iambic, 6, 6, 8; 6, 6, 8.
Dalston 24

HALLELUJAH METRE.
Iambic, 6, G, G, G, 8, 8.

Bethesda 130

Darwell 88

fcaddam 29

Harwich 47

Lenox 108

Lischer 1G

Rhine 221

Stow 85

Warsaw 72

Iambic, 6, G, 6, 6.

la, 8 lines 185

Nearer Home 267

SIXES AND POURS.
Iambic, G, 6, 4, f>, G, (i, 4.

America 235

Italy 30

Marriott 62

New Haven 5G

Olivet. 1S4

Iambic, G, 4, G, 4, 6, G, 4.
Bethany 109

6, 4, G, 4, G, 6, 6, 4.
Hope 123

rage.

Beulah 8 lines 255

Eltham, 8 lines 204

Gethsemaue, 6 lines. . 79

Halle 28

Heudon 20

Holley... 9,213

Hollnigside, 8 lines.. 116

Horton 183

Hotham, 8 lines 150

(Ives) 8 lines 255

Martyu, 8 lines 106

Messiah, 8 lines 139

Morning Star, 8 lines. 220
Mt. Calvary, 6 lines.. 107

Mozart 73

Nuremberg, G lines.. 234

Pleyel 61

Rock of Ages, 6

lines 131

Rosefield, 4 or G lines. 89
Sabbath, G or 8 lines.. 11

Seymour 171

Solitude 167

Spanish Hymn, G or 8

lines 1G6

Telemann 49

Theodora 149

(Toplady) G lines 131

SEVENS.

Tuochaic, 7, 7, 7, 7.

Aletta, 4 or 6 lines . . in

Beuevento, 8 lines . . . 240

SEVENS AND SLXES.
Lvmbic, 7, G, 7. C, 7, G, 7, 6.

Christine... 264

Ewing 263

(Goodwin 1 202

Meudebras 15

Missionary Hvmn . . . 225

Paradise 262

Webb 202

Yarmouth 224

7, G, 7, C, 7, 7, 7, G.
Trochaic and Iambic.

Amsterdam 168

EIGHTS.

8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8.

Anapestic.
Madison 159

EIGHTS AND SEVENS.
8, 7, 3, 7. Tuochaic.

Austria, G or 8 lines. . 203

Autumn, 8 lines 121

Bartmieus, 4 or 6 lines 120
Bavaria, 4, 6 or 8 lines 78

EIGHTS AND SEVENS.

Even me, 8 lines, (See
8,7, 8,7,6,7) 115

METRICAL INDEX OF J I \l-

283

Harwell, 6 or 8 linos.

(See s. 7. 8, 7. 7. 7

Mannheim 18

Nettleton, 6 or 8

lines 132

Otto, 8 lni.>s 249

Bathbun 183

Best for the Weary... 288

.. 8 Lines 74

Shining Shore. 8

linos 288

(Vesper Hymn) 8

linos 74

Wilmot 54

rage.

) SHOTS, SEVENS
AND FOUR.

8,7,8,7,4,7. Tuociiwc.

Belmont M

Greenville 181, 218

Oiiphant 170

Osgood 253

Sicily 17

Tainworth 227

(Visitation) 98

Ziou 97

8, 7, 8, 7, 0, 7.
I'.vm me (See 8s k 7s) li.i

8, 7, 8, 7, 7, 7.
Harwell (See 8s &7s). 56

ELEVENS.

11, 11, 11, 11. Anapestic.

Frederick 248

Portuguese Hvmn . . . 182

Page.

11, 12. 12, 10.

Nicaea

TWELVES.

12, 12, 12, 12.
Scotland

Anapesttc.
109

12, 11, 12, 11.
Frederick (Seo lis). . . 248

INDEX OF AUTHORS OF HYMNS.

Adams. Mrs. Sarah Flower (1805—1849), 472.
Addison, Joseph (1672—1719). 82, 110. 710.
Alexander, Mrs. Cecil Frances (1858), 377
Alexander. Rkv. James W., D.D. (1804—1859), 384.

Allen, G N. (1849), 434.

Allen. Rev. James (1734—1804), 150, 334.
Allen. Rev. Jonathan (1801), 209.
Ambrose (340—397). 65, 258.
Auber, Harriet (1773—1862), 16, 21, 239, 570.

Baker. Rev. & Sir Henry Williams, Bart. (1821—),

524, 642, 750.
Bakewell, Rev. John (1721—1819), 148, 213.
Barbauld, Mrs. Anna L^titlv (1743—1825), 604, 645,

656, 690.
Barlow, Joel (1755—1812), 668.
Bathukst, Rev. William Hiley (1796 — ), 27, 158,

615. 627.
Beddome, Rev. Benjamin (1717—1795), 153, 171, 182,

354, 372. 531, 544, 577, 593, 602, 626, 653.
Beman. Rev. Nathan S. S., D.D. (1786—1871), 339,

713.
Bennett, Henry (1851), 745.
Bernard de Clairvaux (1091—1153), 383, 387.
Bernard de Morlaix (ab. 1150), 739—742.
Berridge, Rev. John (1716—1793), 665.
Bethc-sk, Rev. George W., D.D. (1805—1862), 611,

695.
Bickersteth. Rev. Edward Henry (1825—). 75.
Blacklock. Rev, Thomas, D.D. (1721—1791), 81.
Boden, Rev. James (1757—1841), 149, 304.
Bonar. Rev. Horatius, D.D. (1808—), 69, 198,518,

640, 694.
Bonar, Mrs. Horatius (1853), 342.
U ■kthwick. Jane (1854), 517. 74:;.

Bowring. Sir John, LL.D. (1792—1872), 208. 369, 617.
Brady. Rev. Nicholas. D.D. (1659—1726), See Tate.
Bridges, Matthew (1852), 261.
Brown, Mrs. Phcebe H. (1783—1861), 9, 609.

Brown, William (1822\ 10.

Browne. Rev. Simon (1680—1732), 23.

Bruce, Michael (1746—1767), 693, 706.

Bryant, William Cullen (1794 — ), 654.

Burder, Rev. George (1752—1832), 118, 597.

Burdsall, Richard (1806), 305.

Burnham, Rev. Richard (1749—1810), 316.

Burns, Rev. James Drummond (1823—1864), 11, 326.

Burton, John (1803—), 621.

Byrom, John (1691—1763), 453.

Cary, Pho3be (1825—1871), 749.

Carlyle, Rev. Joseph Dacre (1759 — 1804), 54.

Caswall, Rev. Edward (1814—), 225, 385—387.

Cawood, Rev. John (1775—1852), 202.

Cennick, Rev. John (1717—1755), 25, 349, 401, 467,

712.
Chandler, Rev. John (1837), 219, 220, 258, 603.
Cleveland, Benjamin (1790), 459.
Codner, Elizabeth (i860), 321.
Coffin, Prof. Charles (167C — 1749), 667.
Collyer, Rev. William Bengo, D.D. ^782 — 1854),

295. 624, 681, 701.
Conder, Josiah (1789—1855), 327, 364.

Cooper, J (1810), (?) 67.

Cotterell, Rev. Thomas (1779—1823). 157, 159, C37.
Cowper, William (17: 1 — 1800), 174, 221, 417,446,458,

485, 492, 526, 555, 534. 613.
Coxe, Rev. Arthur Cleveland, D.D., (181S — ), 558.
Crosby, Fanny (1849), 460.
Cummins, James J. ( — 1867), 475.

Dana. Mrs. Mary S. B. [Palmer] (1841), 744.

Daviks, Rev. Samuel (1724—1761), 588.

Davis, Rev. Thomas (1864), 738.

Deck, James George (1837), 520.

DeFleury, Maria (1806), 447.

Denny, Sir Edward, Bart. (1796—), 368, 374.

Dickson, Rev. David (1583—1663), 729.

284r

INDEX OF AUTHORS OF HYMNS.

Doane, Rev. George W., D.D. (1799—1859), 11, 212.

Dobell, John (1757—1840), 283.

Doddridge, Rev. Philip, D.D. (1702—1751), 8, 28, 55,

90, 132, 152, 191, 192, 233, 273, 276, 373, 370, 397, 409,

443, 445, 449. 452, 501, 505, 573. 576, 589, 584, 587, 608,

620, 622. 646, 669—671, 674, 682, 736.

Draper, B H. (1816). 628.

Duffield. Rev. George, D.D. (1818 — ), 365, 629.

Dwight, Rev. John S. (1844), 661.

Dwight, Rev. Timothy, D.D. (1752—1817), 33, 285,

292, 560, 703.

Eastburn, James Wallis (1798—1819), 66.
Edmeston, James (1791—1867), 476, 632.
Elliott, Charlotte (—1871), 346, 461, 500, 540.
Elliott. Mrs. Julia Anne ( — 1841), 18.
Elven, Rev. Cornelius (1797—), 310.
Enfield, Rev. William, D.D. (1741—1797), 210.
Evans, Rev. Jonathan (1749—1809), 34, 215.

Faber, Rev. Frederick William (1815—1863), 97,

352, 734.
Fawcett, Rev. John, D.D. (1730—1817), 138, 172, 275,

491, 509, 600.
Fortunatus, Venantius H. C. (530—009), 219.

Gerhardt, Rev. Paul (1600—1676), 523.

Gibbons, Rev. Thomas, D.D. (1720—1785), 634, 650,

735.
Goode, Rev. William (1762—1816), 147.
Grant, Sir Robert (1785—1838), 323.
Grigg, Rev. Joseph (—1768), 289, 408.
Gurney, Rev. Archer Thompson (1820 — ), 203.
Gurney, John Hampden (1802—1862), 490.

Hammond, Rev. William (—1783), 44, 259.
Harbaugh, Rev. Henry (1818—1807), 416.
Hart, Rev. Joseph (1712—1768), 43, 64, 101, 214, 265,

266, 309.
Hastings, Thomas, D.M. (1784—1872), 13, 204, 469,

507, 567.
Hatfield, Rev. Edwin F., D.D. (1807—), 22, 65, 73,

664
Haweis, Rev. Thomas, M.D. (1732—1820), 301, 530.

Hayward, (1806), 31.

Heath, Oeorge (1806), 504.

Heber, Rt. Rev. Reginald, D.D. (1783—1826), 1, 205,

631, 698, 715.
Heginbotham, Rev. Ottiwell (1744 — 1768), 105, 117,

178, 498.
Hervey, Rev. James (1714—1758). 533.
Hill, Rev. Rowland (1744—1833), 302, 512, 704.
Hope, Henry (1852), 341.

How, Rev. William Walsham (1823—), 618, 043.
Hunter, Rev William (1857), 751.
Hyde, Mrs. Ann Beadly (—1872), 291.

Jervis, Rev. Thomas (1795). 40.
Johnson, Mrs. Catherine H. (1866). 652.
Jones, Rev. Edmund (1722—1765), 281.

Keble, Rev. John (1792—1866), 5.

Kelly, Rev. Thomas (1769—1855), 24, 35, 135, 145, 146,

244-246, 350. 509, 571. 590, 623, 638.
Kempthorne, Rev. John (1810), 125.
Ken, Rt. Rev. Thomas (1637—1711), 2, 3.
Kethe, Rev. William (1501). 77.
Key, Francis Scott (1779—1843), 126.
Kruger, John (1640), 300.

Laurenti, Laurentius (1660—1722), 743.
Lloyd, William Freeman (1791—1853), 514.

I Lyte, Rev. Henry Francis (1793-1847), 109, 129, 336,
423, 454, 465, 508, 511, 630.

Mackay, Mrs. Margaret (1832), 689.

Madan, Rev. Martin (1726—1790), 297.

Maitland, Fanny F. (1827), 513.

Mant, Rt. Rev. Richard (1776—1848), 164.

Marriott, Rev. John (1780—1825), 167.

Mason, Rev. John (—1094), 10.

Massie. Richard (1859). 370.

Medley, Rev. Samuel (1738—1799), 193, 282, 406, 411.

Mercer. Rev. William (1864), 667.

Merrick, Rev. James (1720—1769), 468, 691.

Midlane, Albert (1825—), 610.

Mitchell, Rev. William (1831), 396.

Monsell, Rev. John S. B., LL.D. (1811—), 87, 230.

Montgomery, James (1771—1854), 12, 45, 119, 130, 162,

160, 200, 216, 267, 479, 482, 486, 560, 572, 599, 579,

581, 586, 662, 651, 657, 696, 718.
Moore, Rev. Henry (1732—1802), 92.
Moore, Thomas (1780—1852), 535.
Morell, Prof. Thomas (1781—1840). 635.
Morrison, Rev. John, D.D. (1749—1798), 195.
Muhlenberg, Rev. William A., D.D. (1826), 697.

Neale, Rev. John Mason (1818—1866), 717. 739—742.
Needham, Rev. John (ab. 1768), 83, 357, 435.
Nelson, Rev. David, M.D. (1793—1844), 722, 747.
Newton, Rev. John (1725—1807). 17, 46, 315, 329, 333,

353, 398, 419, 477, 478, 481, 484, 493, 522, 568, 612,

673. 711, 675, 728.
Noel, Hon. and Rev. Gerard Thomas (1782 — 1851),

393.

Ockum, Rev. Samson (1723—1792), 332.
Ogilvie, Rev. John, D.D. (1733—1814), 91.
Onderdonk, Rt. Rev. Henry U. (1789—1858), 127, 285.

Palmer, Rev. Ray, D.D. (18C8— ), 30, 218, 280, 322,

383. 400, 413, 442, 515, 676.
Park. Rev. Roswell, D.D. (1807—), 367.
Peacock, John (1776), 585.

Peabody, Rev. William B. O., D.D. (1799—1847), 683.
Perronet, Rev. Edward (—1792), 247.

Raffles, Rev. Thomas, D.D. (1788- 1863), 324, 719.
Reed, Rev. Andrew, D.D. (1787—1862), 156, 165, 196,

243, 270, 410.
Robinson, Rev. Charles S., D.D. (1862). 473.
Robinson, Rev. Robert (1735—1790), 143, 144, 366.
Ryland, Rev. John, D.D. (1753—1825), 70, 421, 432,

592.

Santolius Victorinus (1630—1697), 603.
Schmolke, Rev. Benjamin (1672—1737), 517.
Scott, Elizabeth (ab. 1764), 619, 644.
Scott, Sir Walter (1771—1832), 716.
Seagrave, Rev. Robert (1693—?), 470.
Sears, Rev. Edmund H. (1810—). 194
Seymour, Aaron Crowley Hobart (1780—), 248.
Shirley, Selina, Countess of Huntingdon (1707 —

1791), 32S.
Shirley, Hon. and Rev. Walter (1725—1786), 36.
Shrcissole, Rev. William (1729 — 1797), 625.
SlGOUBNEY, Mrs. Lydia H. (1791—1866), 103.
Smith, Mrs. Caroline [Si>rague] (1858), 689.
Smith. Rev. Samuel Francis, D.D. (1!-0S— ) 580, 660.
Smyth, Edward (1774). 37.

Spitta. Rev. Carl J. P.. D.D. (1S01— 1859), 370.
Steele, Anne (1716—1778). 52, 114, 140, 142, 173, 188,

257, 203, 274. 278, 288. 313, 314, 319, 345, 360, 378,

405, 425—427, 431, 463, 499, 525, 537, 548, 666, 672,

707, 727.

INDKX OF AUTHORS OF HYMNS.

285

Stennett. Rev. Sami'ki,. D.D. (1727 — 1795), 39, 239,

234. 256, 318, 320, 391, 602, 724;.
BtERNHOLD, Thomas ( — 1.">4*.*). 95.
btocker, john (1776), 166.
Btowell, Rev. Hugh (1799—1866), 168, 539.
BTBONO, Ukv. Nathan. 1».I>. (171-^ 1816), 658.
Swain, Bbv. Joseph (1761—1796), 268, 594.

TaFPAN, REV. WILLIAM Binoham (1794—1849). 720.
Taie. Nuiim (1652—1715), 47. 106, 108, 123, 454.
Tatlock, Eleanor (1798), :*4s.
Taylor, Jake (1783—1823), 361.

TeRSTEEGEN, GERHARD (1097—1769), 483.

Theodore (ab. 620), 717.
Thomas, ok Celano (1250), 710.
Thompson, Bey. Alexander B. (1S69), 74s.
Toplady. Bey. Augustus M. (1740—1778), 217, 330,

363. 451. 52*.
Turner, Bey. Daniel (1710—1798), 429.

Yoke, Mrs. (1806), 583.

Wallin. Rev. Benjamin (1711—1782). 251.

Wardlaw, Rev. Ralph. D.D. (1779— 1853), 112, 466, 639.

Wail. BEY. Isaac. D.D. (1674— 1748), 4, 6, 7, 15, 20,
26, 32, 38, 41. 48—51, 53. 56—63, 71, 72, 76. 78—80,
si_ 86, 88, B9, 93, 94, 96. 98—104, 107, 113, 116, 120—
122, 124. 131, 133, 134. 136, 137. 139, 141, 151, 155,
1G9, 170, 175—177, 179—181, 183—187. 189, 190, 200,

207, 209, 211, 222, 224, 226—228, 235, 237, 238, 240,
242. 25ii. 252. 254, 260, 262, 264, 271. 272. 277. 287,
290, 296, 306, 307, 317, 340, 343, 347, 361, 355,366,
59, 379— 382, 388, 389, 392, 394, 4<>2. 403, 412,
414. 422. 428, 430, 4;;:(. 4110— 441. 444, 44,s. 450, 455—
457. 4H2. 466, 488, 489, VM -497, 505, 519, 521.527,
532, 536, 541, 542. 545 -547, 549, 550—554, 557. 559,
561 562- -564, 575, 578, 5o2, 591, 601, 605, 606, 607,
014. 633, 049. 677—680, 0s4— 08.x, 092, 702, 705, 70s,
709, 714 721. 723—725. 730, 731.

Wesley, Bev. Charles (1708— 1788), 68, 74, 199, 20l,
231,232. 2:50, 241, 249, 253. 294, 298—300, 303, 308,
311.312. 325, 331, 338, 362, 375, 390, 407, 420, 471,
480. 4>7. 503, 506, 571. 595. 590, 598, 641.

Wesley. Rev. John (1703— 1791), 344, 483, 523.

Wesley, Bev. Samuel (1662—1735 . 223.

White. HENRY Kirk:; (17*5—1800), 513.

Whitfield, Rev. Frederick (1859), 395. 399.

Williams, Helen Maria (1702—1827). 529.

Williams, Ukv. William (1717—1791). 476, 636.

Willis. Nathaniel Parker (1807—1867), 653.

Winorove. John (1806), 337.

Wordsworth, Rt. Rev. Christopher, D.D. (1S07 — /,
29. 04s. 752.

Wrangham, William (1829), 128.

Wreford, Rev. John Revnell, D.D. (1837), C63.

AUTHORSHIP UNCERTAIN :

42, 111. 115. 154, 197. 255. 279. 284. 293, 371, 404, 415,
418, 424, 516, 538, 543, 550, 016, 733, 740.

INDEX OF AUTHORS OF TUNES.

page, i

ahle. Johann Rudolf (1G25— 1673) 234

Allen, 155

American Melody 119

Anon 22, 95, 151

Aenold, William, Eng. (1768—1832) 206 I

Barnby, Joseph, Organist, Lond

Bartniansky. Dimitri S., Russia (1751 — 1825)

Beast all. William. Bug

Beethoven. Ludwig von ( 177<) — 1*27) 48,

Billinos. William. Boston (1740—1800)

Bond. High (Lav Vicar Choral, Exeter Cathedral,

1702—1792)

Bost, Ami (Switzerland, Contemporary)

Boyce. William. Mas. Doe (1710—1779*.

Bradbury, William B (1810—1868), 103, 115,

137. Us. 164, ]75. 216. 245. 200.
Br avn, Bev. SAMUEL B., T.D.. Am. Miss, to Japan
BURNEY, Charles, Mas. Doc. (1720-1814)

62

74
231

17:«

25,

157
195

117,

143

51

Carey. Henry (—1743; 235

Celtic Melody 09

Chapin, Aaron, cir., 1820 68, 102. 172, 211 j

Clarke, John (Whitfield), Mus. Doc. (1770—).. 109 '

PAGE.

Clark, Thomas, 1804 72

Cole, John, Eng. (1775 — ), Baltimore, 1800 43

Conkey. Ithamar, New York. 1851 133

Costello, (English). i«l0 222

Cramer, Johann Baptista (1771—1858) Arr. 181

Croft. William, Mus. Doc. (1677 — 1727) 13

CrugeR, Johann (1598—1602), Organist, Berlin . . 47

Cethisert, Mrs 41

Dadmun, Rev. J. W 208

Darwell, Bev. John, Eng., cir., 1750 88

Downs. L. T.. 1851 167

Dunbar, E. W., 1858 205

DUTXON, DEODATUS, Jr.. 1829 212

Dykes, Rev. John B., Eng., 1861 5, 116

Ebebwein Maximilian (1775—1831) 127

EDSON, J., 1782 108

Este's (Thomas) Psalter, 1592 114

Evans, John M., Phils,, (1825—) 267

EWING, Rt. Rev. Alexander. D. D., D. C L.,

Bishop of Argyll and the Isles, 1801 203

Franc, Guillaume, 1543 31

286

INDEX OF AUTHORS OF TUNES.

Gardiner, William, 1830

Giardini, Felice, Milan (1716—1796)

Gibbons, Orlando, Mus. Doc. (1588—1625). . .

Glaser, Carl Gotthelf (1781— 1829)

Gould, John E. (Phila.), (1822—)

Gould, Nathaniel D. (Boston), (1781— 18G4).

Greatorex, Henry W 52, 112, 180, 206

Greenk, Maurice, Mus Doc. (1695—1755) 130

Gregorian 60, 83, 196

PAGE.

. . . . 59
30, 146
. .. 31
. . . . 42
. ... 104
. ... 101

Handel, George Frederick (1685—1759), 63, 70,

139, 158, 161, 246.
Harrison, Ralph (Rev.), Manchester (1748 —

1810) 8,

Hart, Andre, Pr., Edinburgh, 1615 (Scotch

Psalter) 144, 237, 177,

Harwood, Edward, Liverpool (1707 — 1787)

Hastings, Eurotas P., 1846

Hastings, Thomas, Conn. (1784—1872), 56, 93, 97,

131, 141, 143, 157, 174, 193, 208, 221.

Hatton, J. (See Reeve)

Havergal, Rev. Wm. Henry, Eng. (1793—1870)..
Haweis, Thomas (Rev.), M.D., Eng. (1733—1820).

Haydn, Francis Joseph (1732—1809) 7, 28,

Hermann, Nicolaus ( — 1561 )

Herold, L. J. F. (1791—1833)

Hews, George, Boston, (1806—) 9,

Holden, Oliver, Mass. (—1831)

Holyoke, Samuel, Massachusetts (1771 — 1816)...
Horsley, William (1774—1858)

71,

27

241

36

134

100.

Ives, Elam, Jr., Conn. (1802—1864) 255

Ivison, II 230

Jones, Rev. William, England (1726—1799) 154

Kingsley, George, Northampton, Mass., 77, 84, 127,

215, 243, 248, 256.
Kirby, George, Organist to Queen Elizabeth

(Este's Psalter, 1597) 114

Klug, Joseph, " Gesangbucli," 1535 254

Knapp, William, Eng. (1698—1768) 250

Leach. James, England (1762—1798) 228

Linley, Francis, Org., Eng. (1771—1800) 67

Lockhart, Charles, Org., Loud., 1790 227

Lucas, J. (17—) 140

Madan, Rev. Martin, Eng. (1726—1790) 150

Madan, Dr. Spenser (Bishop), (—1813) 129

Malan, Rev. Cesul Genera (1787—1857).. 20, 33, 89

Marsh. S. B., 1836 106

Mars* >n, 261

Mason, Lowell, Mus. Doc. (1792—1872), 11, 12, 15,
16, 18, 25, 26, 29, 42, 47, 55, 60, 81. 82, 83, 85, 105,
122,124. 135, 145, 156, 162, 169, 170, 180, 181, 187,
18S, 192, 194, 196, 204, 207, 210, 217, 219, 220, 224,
225 233; 247.
Mather, William, Organist, Sheffield (1756—

1808) 64, 158

Mitchell, Nahum, Mass., 1812 201

page

Mozart, J. C Wolfgang Amadeus (1756—
1791.) 73, 111

Nageli, Hans George, Switz. (1773—1836.) .. 160, 187
Nares, James, Mus. Doc, York, Eng. (1715—1783). 168
Nettleton, Rev. Asahel (1783 — 1844) 132

Oliver, Henry K. (1800—) 57, 249

Perkins, Theodore E. , New York 1 23

Pleyel, Ignaz, Austria (1757—1831) 61, 173, 189

Pond, Sylvanus B., N. Y. (1792—1871) 112, 159

Randall, John, Mus. Doc. (1715—1799) 40, 98

Read, Daniel, New Haven, Conn., 1785.. 10, 120, 136

Reading, John, Org., Lond. (1690—1766) 182

Redhead, Richard, Org., Lond., " Church Hymn

Tunes," 1853 79

Reeve, William, Org., Lond. (1757—) 6

Rink, Johann Christian Heinrich (1770 — 1846). 257

Ritter, Peter (cir. 1760 — ) 253

Root, George Frederick, 1820— 99, 266

Rosenmuller, Johann, Saxony (cir. 1615—1686). 107

Rossini, Giacomo (1792—1868). 113

Rousseau, Jean Jacques, Swiss (1712—1778), 181, 218

Shoel, Thomas, Eng. (1759—1823) 178

Simpson, R., Scotch 58

Smith, Isaac ("Psalm Tunes," Lond., 1770), 19,

197, 236.

Spilman, Rev. Jonathan (1835) 126

Stanley, Samuel, Birmingham (1767 — 1822), 32,

92, 200.
Swan, Timothy, Mass. (1760—1842) 261

Tallis, Thomas, Lond. (—1585) 10, 155, Arr. 165

Tansur, William, Eng. (1699— cir. 1774), 46, 50, 87,
190, 214, 242.

Taylor, Virgil Corydon (1817—) 95

Thorley, Thomas, 17— 14, 232

Tucker, Isaac, Eng. (1761—1825) 45, 6J

Venua. Frederick M. A., Paris (1788—) 86

Vulpius, Melchior, Ger. (cir. 1560—) 191

Warren, Samuel P 75, 264

Wartensee, Xavier Schnyder von (1786—) 183

Webb. George James (1803—), New York 202

Weube, Samuel, Sen., Lond. (1740—1824) 240

Weber, Carl Maria, von (1786 — 1S26) 54, 171. L55

Weber, Frederick A.. Eng 262

Whitaker, E. M.. Washington. D. C 176

Williams, Aaron. Lond. (1731—1776), Coll. cir.,
1760; 21. 22. 24. 35, 44, 163. 209. 244.

Williams. Thomas, Lond.. cir., 1768 226

Wilson, Hugh, Eng.. 17— 252

Woodman, Jonathan C 229

Yoakley, Rev. William, Eng no

Zeuner, Charles, Boston (—1857) 49, 53, 223, 239

INDEX TO HYMNS.

A broken heart, my God, my King - - I. Watts.

A charge to keep I have C. Wesley.

A few more years shall roll - - - - H. Bnnar.
Ah ! wretched, vile, ungrateful - Miss A. Steele.
Alas! and did my Saviour bleed - - 1. Watts.
All hail, incarnate God ! - - - - Miss E. Scott.
All hail the power of Jesus' name - E. PerroMl.
All people that on earth do dwell - - W. KeVie.

Almighty Maker, Godl I. Watts.

Amazing grace — how sweet the sound J. Newton.
Amazing sight ! the Saviour stands Yill. Hymns.
Am I a soldier of the cross .... I.ilatls.
Amid the splendors of thy state - Rippon's Coll.
An earthly temple here we - Mrs. C. H. Johnson.

And can I yet delay C. Wesley.

And dost thou say, — " Ask what - -J. Newton.
And must I part With all I have - - B. Beddome.
And now another week begins - - -T.Kelly.
And will the Lord thus condese'd Miss A. Steele.
And will th' offended God again - - S. Stennett.
-Aiicjflls! lament, behold your - Tr.,J. Chandler.
Approach, my sold ! the mercy-seat J. Newton.
Arise, arise ! with joy survey - - - - 1. Kelly.

Arise, my soul ! arise C. Wesley.

Arise, my soul ! my joyful powers - /. Watts.
Arise, O Kiug of grace ! arise - - - I. Watts.
Arise, ye people ! and adore - - Miss H. Auber.
Arm of the Lord! awake, awake - W. Shrubsole.
Around the Saviour's lofty throne - T. Kelly.
As Jesus died aud rose again - - - M. Bruce.
As pants the hart fo^- cooling str'ms H. F. Lyte.
Ascend thy throne, almighty King ! B. Beddome.
Asleep in Jesus ! — blessed sl'p Mrs. M. Mackay.
Assemble 1 at thy great command W. B. Collyer.
At thy command, our dearest Lord ! - /. Watts.
Awake, and sing the song - - W. Hammond.
Awake, my heart! arise, my tongue 1 - I.Walts.
Awake, my soul ! and with the suu - - T. Ken.
Awake, my soul! in joyful lays - - S.Mrdtey.
Awake, my soul! stretch every - P.Doddridge.
Awake, my tongue! thy tribute - -J.Needham.
Awake, our souls! away, our fears! - /. Watts.
Awake, ye saints! and raise your. P. Doddridge.
Awake, ye saints ! to praise your King. /. Watts.
Awake I by Sinai's awful sound - - .S'. Ockum.
Away from earth my spirit turns - R. Palmer,
Away from every mortal care - - - I. Watts.
Away, my unbelieving fear - - - - C. Wesley.

B fore Jehovah's awful throne - - - /. Walts.
Begin, my soul ! th' exalted lay - - ./. Ogilvie.
Begin, my tongue! some he'v'nly theme/. Watts.
Behold ! a stranger 's at the Soor - - J. Grigg.
Behold! the blind their sight receive /. Waits
Behold the glories of the Lamb - - - /. Watts.

307
480
694
499
222
619
247

77
120
353
279
530
115
652
338
484
354

24
319
502
220
315
623
302
359

50
239
625
135
706
454
626
689
624
381
259
358
2
411
443

83
438
074
107
332
442
62
503

76
91

175

289

207

137

Behold ! the lofty sky /. Watts.

Behold ! the morning sun - - - - J. Watts.
Behold the Saviour of mankind - - S. Wesley.
Behold the sure foundation stone - - I. Watts.
Behold the throne of grace - - - J. Newton.
Behold the western evening W. B. <). Peabody.
Behold ! what condescending love - J. Peacock.
Behold ! what wondrous grace - - - I. Watts.
Behold where, in the Friend of man W, Enfield.
Bless, O my soul! the living God - - I. Watts.
BlesQ* are the sons of peace - - - /. Watts.
BlestMmre the souls that hear and know/. Watts.
BlesSpFbe the dear uniting love - - C. Wesley.
BlesI3i.be the tie that binds - -^.^ J. Fawcett,
Bles|i* be thou, the God tff "5 Iff. 'U. Onderdonk.
Blessi'd Saviour ! thee I love . - - G. Duffield.
Blest Comforter divine - Mrs. L. II. Sigourney.
Blest is the man, whose heart doth move /. Watts.
Blest is the man whose - Mrs. A. L. Barbauld.
Blest Jesus! come thou gently down- Lutli. Coll.
Blow ye the trumpet, blow - - - - C Wesley.
Bread of heaven ! on thee I feed - - J. Conder.
Brief life is here our portion - Tr. J. M. Neale.
Bright and joyful is the mom - J. Montgomery.
Bright King of glory, dreadful God ! - 1. Watt*.
Brightest and best of the sons of the R. Ileber.
Brightness of the Father's glory - R. Robinson.
Broad is the road that leads to death - Watts.

Calm on the listening ear of night E. II. Sears.
Cast thy burden on the Lord - - - - R. Hill.
Children of the heavenly King - - J. Cennick.
Christ and his cross is all our theme / Watts.
Christ, ofallmy hopes the ground, R. Wardlaw.
Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day - - C. Wesley,
Come, all ye saints of God - - . - J. Bodcn.
Come, bless Jehovah's name - - E. F. Hatfield.
Come, blessed Spirit, Source of, - B. Beddome.
Come, dearest Lord! descend and dwell/. Watts.

Come, every pious heart ! S. Stennett.

Come, happy souls ! approach your God J. Watts.
Come, heavenly love! inspire my Miss A. Steele.
Come hither, all ye weary souls - - - /. Watts.
Come, Holy Ghost! my soul inspire Fill. Hymns.
Come, Holy Spirit! calm - II. F. Burder's Coll.

Come, Holy Spirit! come J. Hart.

Come Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove J - /. Watts.
Come, humble sinner! in whose breast E. Jones.
Come in, thou blessi d of the Lord! - T. Kelly.
Come, let our voices join to raise - - /. Watts.
Come, let us join in songs Of - Campbell's Coll.
Come, let us join our cheerful songs - /. Watts.
Come, let us join our friends above - C. Wesley.
Come, let us lift our joyful eyes - - I. Watts,
Come, let us lift our voices high - - /. Watts.

INDEX TO HYMNS.

HYMN.

Come, Lord ! and tarry not - - - - H. Bonar. 640

Come, Lord! and warm each - - Miss A. Steele. 52

Come, my fond fluttering heart - Miss J. Taylor. 361

Come, my soul ! thy suit prepare - J. Newton. 477

Come, O my soul ! iu sacred lays - T. lilacklock. 81

Come, sacred Spirit ! from above - P. Doddridge. 152

Come, Saviour, Jesus! from above Tr.,J. Wesley. 344

Come, shout aloud the Father's O. Heginbotham. 117

Come, sound his praise abroad - - - I. Watts. 41

Come, thou almighty King ! - - - C. Wesley. 74

Come, thou Fount of every - - - R. Robinson. 366

Come, thou soul-transforming Spirit! J. Evans. 34

Come to Calvary's holy mountain J. Montgomery. 267

Come, we that love the Lord ! - - - 1. Watts. 38

Come, weary souls, with sin - - Miss A. Steele. 288

Come, ye lofty! come, ye lowly! A. T. Gurney. 203

Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched - J. Hart. 265

Come, ye souls ! by sin afflicted - - J. Swain. 268

Come, ye that know and fear the - - G. Burder. 118

Come ye that love the Saviour's Miss A. Steele. 140

Come, ye weary, heavy-laden - - - - J. Hart. 266

Come, ye weary sinners ! come - - C. Wesley. 299

Commit thou all thy griefs - - Tr., J. Wesley. 523

Crown him with many crowns - - M. Bridges. 261

Crown his head with endless blessing W. Goode. 147

Crowns of glory, ever bright - - - - T. Kelly. 245

J. Newton.

I. Walls.

J. Walls.

I. Watts.
C. Wesley.

Day of judgment, day of wonders !

Dearest of all the names above - -

Death cannot make our souls afraid

Deep in the dust before thy throne

Depth of mercy! — can there be -

Descend from heaven, immortal Dove ! /. Watts

Did Christ o'er sinners weep - - - B. Beddome.

Dismiss us with thy blessing, Lord ! - J. Hart.

Early, my God! without delay - - - /. Watts.
Eternal source of every good ! - - B. Beddome.
Eternal source of every joy ! - - P. Doddridge.
Eternal Spirit, God of truth ! - - . T. Cotter ill.
Eternal Spirit! we confess ----/. Watts.
Eternal wisdom ! thee we praise - - - 1. Watts.

Faith adds new charms to earthly - D. Turner.
Far as thy name is known - - - - I. Watts.
Far from my thoiights, vain world I - -I. Watte.
Far from the world, O Lord ! I flee - IF. Cowper.
Far from thy fold, OGodl my - Miss E. Tat lock.
Father! how wide thy glory shines - - /. Watts.
Father! I long, I taint to sec ---./. Watts.
Father of eternal grace . - . J. Montgomery.
Father of heaven above ! - - E. H. Biekerstem.
Father of heaven! whose love - - J. Cooper (?).
Father of mercies! bow thine ear - B. Beddome.
Father of mercies ! in thy house, P. Doddridge.
Father of mercies ! in thy word - Miss A. Steele.
Father of mercies ! send thy - - P. Doddridge.
Father! whate'er of earthly bliss, Miss A. Steele.
For ever here my rest shall be - - - C. Wesley.
For ever with the Lord! - - - J. Montgomery.
For thee, 0 dear, dear country Tr., J. M. Nealc.
Frequent the day of find returns - *v. Browne.
From all that dwell below the skies - /. Watts.
From every stormy wind that blows H. Stowell.
From Greenland's icy mountains - - R. Heber.
From the cross uplifted, high - - - T.Haweis.
From the table now retiring - - - Exeter Coll.
From thee, my God ! my joys shall rise, 1. Walls.

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Gird on thy conquering sword - 1\ Doddridge. 620

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Give me the wings of faith to rise - - /. Watts. 444
Give thanks to God most high - - - I. Walls. 124
Glorious things of thee are spoken - J. Newton. £08

Glory be to God on high C. Wesley. 68

Glory, glory to our King T. Kelly.

Glory to God on high, J. Alhn.

Glory to thee, my God ! this night - - T. Ken.
Go, and the Saviour's grace proclaim, T. Morrell.
"Go preach my gospel," saith the - - /. Watts,
Go to dark Geth ft mane - - - J. Montgomery.
Go, worship at Immanucl's feet - - - J. Watts.
God bless our native land - - - J. S. I ) wight.
God, in the gospel of his Son - - B. Beddome.
God is a spirit just and wise ----/. Watts.
God is the ltefuge of his saints- - - I. Watts.
God moves in a mysterious way - TF. Cowper.
God, my Supporter and my Hope - - J. Watts.
God of my life ! through all my - P. Doddridge.
God of our salvation ! hear us - - - T. Kelly.

God of the universe ! to thee Miss Mary C .

Grace, like an uncorrupted seed - - J. H 'alts.
Grace ! 't is a charming sound - P. Doddridge.
Gracious Spirit, Dove divine! - - - J. Stocker.
Great Creator I who this day Mrs. J. A. Elliott.
Great Father of each perfect - - P. Doddridge.
Great God ! attend while Zion sings - 1. Walts.
Great God ! how infinite art thou - - I. Waits.
Great God! the nations t f the earth- T. Gibbons.
Great God! we sing thy mighty - P. Doddridge.
Great God! whose universal 6way - - I. WTalts.
Great High Priest ! we view thee - - J. Hart.
Great Prophet of our God I - - - - I. Watts.
Great Shepherd of thine Israel - - - I. Walls.
Guide me, O thou great Jehovah ! TF. Williams.

Hail ! great Creator, wise and GinVs Magazine.
Hail ! mighty Jesus ! how divine - - B. Wait-in.
Hail ! my ever blessed Jesus ! - - - J. Wingrove.
Hail the day that sees him rise ! - - C. Wesley.
Hail : thou once despised Jesus! - J. Bakewell.
Hail to the brightness of Zion's - T. Hastings.
JUbI to the Lord's Anointed! - J. Montgomery.
Hail to the Prince of life and - - P. Doddridge.
Happy soul ! thy days are ended - - C. Wesley.
Happy the man where cautions feet - /. Watts.
Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound- 1. Watts.
Hark, hark! the notes of joy - - - - A. Reed.
Hark, hark ! the voice of piaise - Lyra I celestis.

Hark ! how the choral Eong of - R. S. M .

Hark! my Boull it is the Lord - - W. Cowper.
Hark! ten thousand harps and voices T. huh/.
Hark the glad Eound! the - - - J'. Doddridge.
Hark! the herald angels sing - - • C. Vfetley.
Hark! the judgment trumpet N. S. S. Beman.
Hark the notes of angels tinging - - - T. Kelly.
Hark! the song of jubilee - -J. Montgomery.
Hark the sound of holy voices - C. )» ordswortk.
Hark! the voice t f love and mere] - ./. Evan*.
Hark! what celestial notes - - Salisbury Coll.
Hark! what nu an those holy voices ./. Cawood.
Hast thou within a care BO deep Ryl* 's S. Songs.
Hasten, Lord I the glorious time, Miss H. Aubir.
He lives— the great Redeemer - Miss A. Steele.
Hear what God, the Lord, hath - - W. Cowper.
Hear what the voice from heaven - - I. Watts.
Hearts of stonel relent, relent- - - C. Wesley.
Here at thy table Lord ! we meet - 8. Stennett.
Here in thy name, eternal God! J. Montgomery.
High in yonder realms of li^ht - - - T. Rofflis.
High let'us swell our tuneful - - J'. Doddridge.
Ho! every one that thirsts ! draw - C. Wesley.

INDEX TO HYMNS.

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Holy Father ! hoar my cry - - - - II . Bnnar.
Holy Ghost I my soul inspire - - - - It. Mint.
H"lv Ulm-t! with light divine - - - A. R>>d.
Holy, holy, h<»ly ! Lord (i.».l Almighty 1 R. II- h-r.
Holy, holy, holy Lord : Sei&exMeat - J. Ryiami.
Hosauna to the Prince oflight - - - I. Watts.
H<>w b.-auti-ous are their feet - - - /. Watts.
How blest the righteous - Mrs. A. L. Barhatdd.
How blast the sacicl tie - Mrs. A. L. Barhauld.
How ran I sink with such a prop - - I. Watts.
How charming is the place. - - - S. Stennett.
How condescending and how kind- - /. Watts.
How did my heart rejoice to hear - - I. Watts.
How far beyond our mortal sight Miss A. Steele.

How tirm a foundation, ye saints of the, - A' .

H>w gentle God's commands- - P. Doddridgr.

How heavy is the night /. Watt*.

How helpless guilty nature lies, Miss A. Steele.
How oft, alas! this wretched - - Miss A. Steele.
How oft have sin and Satan strove - - /. Watts.
How pleasant, how divinely fair - - - /. Watts-,
How pleased and blessed was I • - - I. Watts.
How precious is the book divine - - J. Fawatt.
How sad our state by nature is ! - - - /. Watts.
How shall the young secure their - - /. Watts.
How short and hasty- is our life - - - /. Watts.
How sweet and awful is the place - - /. Watts.
How sweet, how heavenly is the sight J. Swain.
How sweet the name of Jesus sounds J. Newton.
How sweet to bless the Lord - - Unoick's Coll.
How sweetly breaks the Sabbath, E. F. Hatfirld.
How sweetly flowed the gospel's - J. Bowring.
How vain are all things here below - /. Watts.

I have a home above - - - - - - //. Bennett.

I hear a voice that comes from far - - T. Kelly.
I '11 praise my Maker with my breath - /. Watts.
I love thy kingdom, Lord I - - - - T. Dv:ight.

I love to steal awhile away - Mrs. F. II. Brown.
I'm not ashamed to own my Lord - - /. Watte.
I send the joys of earth away ---./. Watts.
I would not live alway ; I ask, W. A. Muhlenberg.
If Christ is mine, then all is mine - B. Beddome.
If human kindness meets return . - G. T. Noel.
In all my Lord's appointed ways - J. Ryland.
In all my vast concerns with thee - - /. Watts.
In robes of judgment, lo! becomes - /. Watts.
In the Christian's home in glory - W. Hunter.
In the cross of Christ I glory - - J. Bowring.
In the morning hear my voice . J. Montgomery.
In vain my fancy strives to paint - J. Newton.
Indulgent So vi reign of the skies! P. Dod/lridge.
Infinite excellence is thine - - - J. Fawcett.
Inquire, ye pilgrims! for the - -P. Doddridge,
It is not death to die - - - - G. W. Bethune.

It is thy hand, my God ! - - - - J. G. Beck.

Jehovah reigns, his throne is high - - I. Walls.
Jerusalem, my happy Williams <£ Baden's Coll.
Jerusalem, the glorious - - Tr., J. M. Neale.
Jerusalem, the golden - - - Tr., J. M. Xeale.
Jesus ! and shall it ever be - - - - J. Grigg.
•Jesus ! hail ! enthroned in glory - J. Bakewell.
Jesus! how sweet thy memory J. W.Alexander.
Jesus ! I come to thee - - - X. S. S. Beman
Jesus ! I live to thee - - - - U. Harbaugh.
Jesus! I love thy charming name I'. Doddridge.
Jesus ! I my cross have taken - - //. F. Lyte.
Jesus, immortal King! arise, A. C. II. S>ymour.
Jesus I Lord of life and glory ! . J. J. Cum m - 1
Jesus, Lord 1 we look to thee - . T C , Wesley,

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Jesus, Lover of my bouI ! -

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Jesus, my All, to heaven is gone -

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Jesus, my Lord 1 how rich thy - I

Jesus shall reign where'er the ran

Jesus spreads his banner o'er us -

Jesus, the name high over all - -

Jesus, the name I love so well - -

Jesus ! the very thought of - - Tr., E. Caswall.

Jesus I the word of mercy give - - C.

Jesus ! these eyes have never seen - R. Palmer.

Jesus ! thou art the sinner's - - R. Buniham.

Jesus, thou everlasting King ! - - - I. Watts.

Jesus, thou Joy of loving hearts ! - R. Palmer.

Jesus ! thy church, with longing W. II. But hurst.

Jesus ! thy love shall we forget - - W. MiteheU.

Jesus ! thy name I love - - - Ryle's S. Songs.

Jesus ! who knows full well - - - J. Newton.

Joy to the world, the Lord is come - /. Watts.

Judge me, O Lord I and prove • - - I. Watts.

Just as I am, without one plea - Miss C. Elliott.

■sXead us, heavenly Father ! lead us, J. Edmeston.

Xet every mortal ear attend - - - - I. Watts.
L Let every tongue thy goodness speak - /. Watt*.

>>et everlasting glories crown - - - /. Watts.

Let others boast how strong they be - /. Watts.

Let party names no more - - - - B. Beddome.

Let sinners take their course . - - I. Walts.

Letsongs of praises fill the sky - - T. CotterQi.

Let Zion and her sons rejoice - - - I. Watts.

Let Zion's watchmen all awake - P. Doddridge.

Life is a span, a fleeting hour - Miss A. Steele.

Life is the time to serve the Lord - • I. Watts.

Lift up to God the voice of praise, R. Wardlaw.

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- I. Watts.

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^Xo ! he cometh, countless - - -
TiO ! God, our God, has come - -

Lo ! on a narrow neck of land - -

Lo I what a glorious sight appears

Long as I live, I'll bless thy name

Look down, O Lord ! with - - - P. Doddridge,

Look up, my soul ! with cheerful Miss A. Steele.

Lord ! as to thy dear cross we - - J. H. Gurnet/.

Lord! dismiss us with thy blessing - E. Smyth.

Lord 1 dismiss us with thy blessing W. Sh irley.

Lord God, the Holy Ghost . - J. Montgomery.

Lord ! I am thine, entirely thine - - *S\ Davies.

Lord ! I cannot let thee go - - - - J. Newton.

Lord 1 I hear of showers of - - Miss E. Codner.

Lord ! in the morning thou shalt hear - /. Watts.

Lord of all power and might - - - //. StoweU.

Lord of the Sabbath ! hear our - P. Doddridge.

Lord of the worlds above !----/. Watts.

Lord ! thou hast called thy grace to - /. Watts.

Lord ! thou hast scourged our guilty J. Barlow.

Lord ! thou hast searched and seen me /. Watts.

Lord ! thou hast won at length - - J. Newton.

Lord ! 't is an infinite delight - - - I. Watts.

Lord ! we adore thy vast designs - - I. Watts.

Lord ! we come before thee now W. Hammond.

Lord! what a heaven of saving grace - /. Watts.

Lord ! when thou didst ascend on high /. Watts.

Lord ! when we bend before thy - J. D. Carlyle.

Lord ! where shall guilty souls retire - /. Watts.

Lord ! while for all mankind we A.Ii. Wreford.

Lord ! with glowing lieart I'll praise, . S. F. Key.

Loud hallelujahs to the Lord - - - /. Watts.

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INDEX TO HYMNS.

HYMN.

Majestic sweetness sits enthroned - S'. Stennett. 256

Mercy, O thou Son of David ! - - - J. Newton. 333

Mighty God ! while angels bless - R. Robinson. 143

Mine eyes and my desire I. Watts. 505

Mortals, awake ! with angels join - - S. Medley. 194

Much in sorrow, oft in woe - . - //. K. White. 513

Must Jesus bear the cross alone - G. N. Allen. 434

My country 1 't is of thee - - - - S. I\ SmitJi. 660

My days are gliding swiitly by - - D. Nelson. 747

My dear Redeemer and my Lord? - - /. Watts. 209

My faith looks up to thee .... R. Palmer. 515

JMy God ! accept my early vows - - I. Watts. 6

My God and Father ! while I - Miss C. Elliott. 540

My God ! how endless is thy love - - /. Watts. 4

My God ! how wonderful thou art - F. W. Faber. 97

My God ! is any hour so sweet - Miss C. Elliott. 461

My God ! my King ! thy various praise /. Watts. 80

My God, my Life, my Love ! - - - - /. Watts. 414

My God, my Portion, and my Love I - /. Watts. 402

My God 1 permit me not to be - - -I. Watts. 462

My God ! the Spring of all my joys - /. Watts. 403

My God ! thy boundless love I praise H. More. 92

My God ! 't va to thy mercy-seat - Miss A. Steele. 537

My gracious Lord ! I own thy - F. Doddridge. 376

My Helper, God ! I bless his - - P. Doddridge. 671

My Jesus! as thou wilt - - - Tr., J. Borthwick. 517

My Lord, my God, my Love ! - Lyra Catholica. 415

My rest is in heaven, my rest is not IT. F. Lyte. 511

My Saviour ! I am thine - - - - P. Doddridge. 449

My Shepherd will supply my need - - /. Watts. 428

My soul ! be on thy guard - - - . G. Heath. 504

My soul ! repeat his praise - - - - I. Walls. _ 519

My soul triumphant in the Lord P. Doddridge. 445

My spirit longs for thee - - - - - J. Byrom. 453

My spirit on thy care II. F. Lyte. 423

My thoughts surmount these lower - /. Watts. 455

Naked as from the earth we came - - T. Walts. 527

Nature with open volume stands - - - /. Watts. 228

Nearer, my God ! to thee - Mrs. S. F. Adams. 472

No more, my God ! I boast no more - /. Watts. 347

Nor eve has seen, nor ear has heard - /. Watts. 725

Not all the blood of beasts I. Watts. 224

Not all the outward forms on earth - I. Watts. 189

Not to condemn the sons of men - - /. Watts. 296

Not with our mortal eyes - - - - /. Watts. 450

Now begin the heavenly theme - M. Madan (?). 297

Now be my heart inspired to sing - - /. Watts. 206

Now be the gospel banner - - - T. Hastings. 567

Now, by the love of Christ, my God - I. Watts. 605

Now for a tune of lofty praise - - - . I. Watts. 235

Now, from labor and from care - - T. Hastings. 13

Now, from the altar of our hearts - J. Mason. 10

Now, gracious Lord ! thine arm - - J. Newton. 673

Now, I have found a Friend - - - - H . Hope. 341

Now I resolve with all my heart, Miss A. Steele. 345

Now is th' accepted time J. Dobell. 283

Now let my soul, eternal King ! 0. Jleginbotham. 178

Now let our souls, on wings sublime, T. Gibbons. 735

Now let our voices join - - - -P.Doddridge. 453

Now may He, who from the dead - J. Newton. 46

Now to the Lord a noble song- - - /. Watts. 134

Now to the Lord, that makes us know - /. Watts. 252

Now to thy sacred house - - - - T. Dwight. 33

O Christ, our Hope, our hearts, Tr.,J. Chandler. 258

O day of rest and gladness I - - c. Wordsworth. 29

O God of mercy I hear my call ■ - - /. Watts. 317

O God ! we praise thee, and - Tate and Brady, 106

O holy, holy, holy Lord ! • • /, W, Eastburn, 66

O Jesue, bruised, and - - Mrs. C. F. Alexander.

O Jesus, full of grace 1 C. Wesley.

O Jesus, King most wonderful ! Tr., E. Caswall.

O Jesus ! sweet the tears I shed - - R. Palmer.

0 Jesus ! thou the beauty art • Tr., E. Caswall.

O Lord ! how joyful 't is to see, Tr., J. Chandler.

O Lord ! I would delight in thee- - J. Ryland.

O Lord ! my best desire fulfill - - Tr. Cowper.

O Lord of heaven and earth and C. Wordsworth.

O Lord, our God ! arise - - - - R. Wardlaw.

O Lord, our heavenly King! ----/. Watts.

O Lord ! thy perfect word - . - B. Beddcme.

O Lord ! thy work revive - Mrs. P. H. Brown.

O Love divine ! how sweet thou art, C. Wesley.

O mother, dear, Jerusalem ! - - - D. Dickson.

O my so\il ! what means this sadness, J. Fawcett.

O paradise eternal |- ------ T. Davis.

O paradise! O paradise! - - - - F. W. Faber.

O Saviour, who didst come - Songs for the Sane.

O Thou, from whom all goodness - T. Haweis.

O thou God, who hearest prayer! - J. Conder.

O Thou, that hear< si prayer! - - - J. Burton.

O Thou, that hear'st the prayer A. M. Toplady.
vO Thou, that hear'st when tinners - I. Watts.

O Thou, the contrite sinner's - Miss C. Elliott.

O Thou, to whose all-searching Tr., J. Wesley.

O Thou, who driest the mourner's tear! T. Moore.

O Thou, whose own vast temple W. C. Bryant.

O Thou, whose tender mercy - Miss. A . Steele.

O'er the gloomy hills of darkness W. Williams.

O'er the realms of pagan darkness - T. Cotterill.

O'erwhelmed in depths of woe, Tr., E. Caswall.

Oh! blessed souls are they ----/. Watts.

Oh! could I find from day to day, B. Cleveland.

Oh! could I rpeak the matchless - - S. Medley.

Oh! could our thoughts and - - Miss A. Steele.

Oh! for a closer walk with Gcd - - W. Cowper.

Oh! for a glance of heavenly day - - J. Hart.

Oh! for a heart to praise my Gcd - C. Wesley.

Oh ! for a shout of sacred joy - - - I. Watts.

Oh ! for a sweet inspiring ray - Miss A. Steele.

Oh ! for a thousand tongues to sing - C. Wesley.

Oh! for an overcoming faith- - ■ - I. Watls.

Oh! for the happy hour - - - G. W. Bethvne.

Oh ! gift of gifts ! Oh ! grace of - F. W. Faler.

Oh! happy day, that fixed my - P. Doddridge.

Oh ! how divine how sweet the joy J. Needham,

Oh ! if my soul were formed for woe, /. Walts.

Oh ! let me, heavenly Lord ! extend J. Merrick.

Oh ! may my heart, by grace - - J. Fawcettt.

Oh ! might 1 once mount up and see /. Watts.

Oh! praise our God to-day - - H. W. Bakir.

Oh ! sing to me of heaven, Mrs. M. S. B. Dana.

Oh! that I could for ever dwell - - A. Reed.

oh ! that my load of ein were gone - C. Wesley.

Oh ! that the Lord's salvation - - //. F. Lyte.

Oh! that thou wouldst, the heavens C. Wettty,

Oh! that thy statutes every hour- - J. Watt*.

Oh! the delights, the heavenly joys - /. Watts.

Oh ! 't was a joyful sound to hear - - N. Tate.

Oh ! what amazing words of grace - S. Medley.

Oh ! what, if we are Christ's - - H. W. Baker.

Oh ! where are kings and empires - A. C. Coxe.

On Jordan's stormy banks I stand- S. Stennett,

Once more, before we part . - - - J. Hart.

Once more, my soul ! the rising day- /. Watts.
j Once more the solemn season Tr., W. Mercer.
I One sweetly solemn thought Miss P. Cart/.

j Our heavenly lather! hear- - J. Montgomery.

Our Lord is risen from the dead • • C, Wesley.

m>F.X TO ITYMNS.

291

HYMN.

Pass away, earthly joy ! - • - Iff*. //. Bonar. 342

Peace ! t is the Lord Jehovah's - /'. Doddridge. 683

People of the living God- - - J. Montgomery. 599

Pleasant are thy conrta above - - ll. F. Lyte. 465

Plunged in a golf of dark despair - - /. Watts. 252

Pour out thy Spirit from ou - - J. Montgomery. 581

Praise, everlasting praise, be paid - /. Walts. 86

Praise the Lord, his glories show - 11. F. Lyte. 129

Praise the Lord, bis power- - W. Wrangham. 128

Praise the Lord, ye heavens I John Kempt/tome. 125

Praise to God, immortal - Mrs. A. L. Barbauld. 657

Prayer is the soul's sincere - - J. Montgomery. 486

Prostrate, dear Jesus! at thy feet - S. Stennett. 318

Rejoice, all ye believers ! Tr.,MissJ.Borthwick. 743

Rejoice, theLord is King - - - - C. Wesley. 241

Return, nay roving heart! return, P. Doddridge. 501

Return, O God of love! return- - - /. Watts. 494

Return, O wanderer! return - W, B. Collyer. 295

Revive thy work, O Lord! - - - A. Midlane. 610

Rise, my soul! and stretch thy - R. Seagrave. 470

Rise, O my soul! pursue the path, J. NeeAham. 435

Rock of ages, cleft for me ! - - A. M. Toplady. 363

Safely through another week - - - J. Newton. 17

Salvation! Oh! the joyful sound - - /. Watts. 271

Saviour! I follow on - - - - C. S. Robinson. 473

Saviour! teach me, day - M. E. S. & lly. Bonk. 418

Saviour! visit thy plantation - - - J. Newton. 612

Saviour! when, in dust to thee - -R.Grant. 323

Say. sinner! hath a voice - - Mrs. A. B. Hyde. 231

See, gracious God ! before thy - Miss A. Steele.. 666

See Israel's gentle Shepherd - - P. Doddridge. 587

See, Oh ! see what love the - - Tr., R. Massie. 370

Shall man, O God of life and light ! T. Dwight. 703

Shine, mighty God! on Zion shine - /. Watts. 633

Show pity. Lord! O Lord ! forgive - /. Watts. 184

Since all the varying scenes of time, J. Hervey. 533

Since Jesus freely did appear - - J. Berridge. 665

Sing, O heavens ! O earth ! - - J. S. B. Monsell. 230

Sing to the Lord a joyful song,./. S. B. Monsell. 87

Sing to the Lord Jehovah's name - - I. Watts. 101

Sing to the Lord, ye heavenly hosts ! /. Watts. 99

Sinners ! the voice of God regard - J. Fawcett. 275

Sinuers ! turn, why will ye die ? - C. Wesley. 298

8inuers ! will you scorn the message, J. Allen. 269

So let our lips and lives express - - I. Watts. 439

Softly now the light of day - - G. W. Doane. 11

Soldiers of Christ! arise - - - - C. Wesley. 641

Soldiers of the cross ! arise - - W. II. Howe. 618

Songs of immortal praise belong - - I. Watts. 103

Songs of praise the angels sang, J. Montgomery. 130

Sons of men ! behold from far - - C. Wesley. 201

Sons of Zion! raise your songs- - - T. Kelly. 246

Soon as I heard my Father say - - - I. Watts. 532

Sovereign of worlds ! displav thy, B. H. Draper. 628

Sovereign Ruler, Lord of all ! - - - T. Raffles. 324

Sovereign Ruler of the skies! - - J. Ryland. 421

Spirit Divine ! attend our prayers - - A. Reed. 156

Spirit of holiness! look down, W. II. Bathurst. 158

Spirit of peace and holiness - - S. F. Smith. 580

Spirit of power and might ! - - J. Montgomery. 160

Stand up, and bless the Lord - J. Montgomery. 119

Stand up, my soul ! shake off thy fears, /. Waits. 437

Stand up, stand up for Jesus - - G. Duffleld. 629

Stay, thou insulted Spirit! stay - - C. Wesley. 311

Still, still with thee, my God ! - - J. D. Bums. 14

Sun of my BOttL thou Saviour dear! - ./. Kehle. 5

Sure, the blest Comforter is nigh, Mist A. Steele. 548

Surely, Christ thy griefs hath - A. M. Toplady. 217

Sweet feast of love divine - • - - E. bendy. 374

HYMN.

Sweet hour of prayer! s^t-et - Miss F. Crosby. 460

Sweet is the memory of thy grace- - /. Watts. 116

Sweet is the work, my God, my King! /. Watts. 26

Sweet is the work, O Lord ! - - Miss II. Auber. 16

Sweet land of rest! far thee I sigh - 0. M . 732

Sweet peace of conscience ! - (). Heginbotkam, 498

Sweet the moments, rich in blessing- J. Allen. 334

Sweet the time, exceeding Bweet - G. Burder. 597

Sweet wa the time, when first I felt, J. Newton. 493

Sweeter sounds than music knows- J. Newton. 419

Swell the anthem, raise the song - N. Strong. 659

Take me, O my Father! take me - R. Palmer.
•/Take, my soul ! thy full salvation - //. F. Lyte.
Tarry with me, O my Saviour! Mrs. C. L. Smith.
Thank and praise Jehovah's - J. Montgomery.
That awful day will surely come - - I. Watts.
That day of wrath, that dreadful day, W. ScoU.
That fearful day, that day of- Tr., J. M. Neale..
The God of harvest praise - - J. Montgomery.
The heavens declare thy glory, Lord ! /. Watts.
The hour of my departure 's come - M. Bruce.
The law commands and makes us know, /. Watts.
The Lord descended from above - T. Sternhold.
The Lord! how fearful is his name! - I. Watts.
The Lord! how wondrous are his ways, /. Watts.
The Lord Jehovah reigns, And- - - I. Watts.
The Lord of glory is my light - - - I. Watts.
The Lord, the Judge, before his throne,/. Watts.
The Lord will come, the earth shall - R. Heber.
The Lord will happiness divine - W. Voioper.
The mercies of my God and King - //. /'. Lyte.
The perfect world by Adam trod - N. P. Willis.
The promise of my father's love - - I. Watts.
The royal banner is unfurled Tr., J. Chandler.
The Saviour calls, let every ear Miss A. Steele.
The spacious firmament on high - J. Addison.
The Spirit breathes upon the word, W. Cowper.
The Spirit, in our hearts - - H. U. Onderdonk.
The voice of free grace cries - - jK. Burdsall.
Thee, King of saints ! we praise - - C. Wesley.
Thee, thee we praise, O God ! and, E. F. Hatfield.
Thee we adore, eternal Name ! - - - /. Watts.
There is a blessed home - - - H. W. Baker.
There is a fountain filled with blood, W. Cowper.
There is a land of pure delight - - - I. Watts.
There is a name I love to hear - F. Whitfield.
There is an hour of peaceful rest, W. B. Tappan.
These glorious minds, how bright they, /. Walts.
Think, O ye who fondly languish, W. B. Collyer.
This day the Lord hath called - W. II. Bathurst.
This is the day the Lord hath made - /. Watts.
This is the word of truth and love - /. Watts.
This world is poor from shore to shore, D.Nelson.
Thou art gone to the grave, but we will, R.Heber.
Thou art my Portion, O my God ! - - /. Watts.
Thou art the Way, to thee alone - G. W. Doane.
Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb ! J. Cennick.
Thou lovely Source of true delight, Miss A.Steele.
Thou only Sovereign of my heart ! Miss A. Steele.
Thou, who did'st on Calvary bleed ! J. D. Burns.
Thou, who roll'st the year around - R. Palmer.
Thou, whom my soul admires above- /. Watts.
Thou, whose almighty word- - - J. Marriott.
Through all the changing scenes of life, N. Tate.
Through every age, eternal God ! - - /. Watts.
Thus far the Lord has led me on - - /. Watts.
Thy bounties, gracious Lord ! - Miss E. Scott.
Thy holy day's returning - - - - R. Palmer.
Thy name, almighty Lord! - - - - I. Watts.
Thy way, not mine, O Lord ! - - - H. Bonar.

322

708

716

717

662_

179

693

180
95
96
89
57
51

709

715

555

109

653

389

219

278
82

174

286

305

375
65

677

750

221

723

399

720

724

701
27
20

183

722

698

489

212

401

405

425

326

676

380

167

108

688
7

644
30

562

518

292

INDEX TO HYMNS.

HYMN.

" 'T is finished I" so the Saviour cried, S.Stennett 229

'T is thine alone, almighty Name! E. F. Hat-field. 664

To-day, if you will hear his voice - Kent's Coll. 293

To-day, the Saviour calls - - - - Spir. Songs. 284

To him that chose us first ----/. Watts. 72

To Jesus, our exalted Lord - - Miss A. Steele. 378

To Jesus, the Crown of my hope - W. Cowper. 446

To our Redeemer's glorious name, MissA. Steele. 142

To thy pastures fair and largo - - J. Merrick. 468

To thy temple I repair - - - J. Montgomery. 45

To us a Child of hope is horn - - - M. Bruce. 195

To whom, my Saviour ! shall I go, Till. Hymns. 404

Triumphant Zion ! lift thy head, P. Doddridge. 565

'T was on that dark, that doleful night, /. Watts. 379

Unshaken as the sacred hill ----/. Watts. 430

Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb ! - -I. Walls. 692

Vain, delusive world ! adieu !

C. Wesley. 471

Wait, my soul ! upon the Lord - W. F. Lloyd. 514

Wait, O my soul ! thy Maker's will, B. Beddome. 544

Watchman! tell us of the night! - J. Bowring. 617

Wayfarers in the wilderness - A. R. Thompson. 718

We bid thee welcome in the - - J. Montgomery. 579

We bless thee for thy peace - Songs of the Chh. 538

We give immortal praise - - - - - I. Walts. 71

We give thee but thine own - - W. W. How. 643

We sing his love who once was slain - R. Hill. 704

Welcome, delightful mom - - - - Hayward. 31

Welcome, sacred day of rest - - - W. Brown. 19

Welcome, sweet day of rest ! - - - /. Watts. 15

Welcome, welcome, dear Redeemer ! W, M . 335

What are these in bright array - J. Montgomery. 718

What equal honors shall we bring - - /. Watts. 133

What shall I render to my God - . - I. Watts. 591

What shall the dying sinner do - - - /. Watts. 186

What sinners value I resign ----/. Watts. 702

What various hindrances we meet - W. Cowper. 485

When all thy mercies, O my God ! - J. Addison. 110

When at this distance. Lord ! we, P. Doddridge. 409

When bending o'er the brink of life, W.B.Collyer. 681

When God revealed his gracious name, /. Watts. 356

When I can read my title clear - - - /. Watts. 436

When I survey the wondrous cross - /. Watts. 227

When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay - T. Gibbons. 650

When Jesus left his Father's - J. Montgomery. 586

When languor and disease invade, A . M. Toplady. 528

HYMN.

When, O dear Jesus ! when shall I - J. Cennick. 25

When, rising from the bed of death, J.Addison. 710

When shall the voice of singing - J. Edmeston. 632

When sins aud fears prevailing - MissA. Steele. 427

When thou, my righteous Judge! Mrs. S. Shirley. 328

While beauty clothes the fertile, Miss A. Steele. 672

While in sweet communion feeding - E. Denny. 368

While life prolongs its precious light, T.DwigLt. 292

While on the verge of life I stand, /*. Doddridge. 736

While, with ceaseless course, the sun, J.Newton. 675

Whilst thee I seek - - - Miss H. M. Williams. 529

Who are these that come from far? T. Kelly (?). 571

Who can describe the joys that rise - J. Watts. 351

Who shall ascend thy heavenly place, /. Walts. 549

Who shall the Lord's elect condemn? /. Watts. 440

Why do we mourn departing friends - /. Watts. 705

Why should the children oi a King - /. Watts. 495

Why should we start and fear to die - J. Watts. 687

With all my powers of heart and - - I. Watts. 88

With broken heart and contrite sigh - C. Elvin. 310

With joy we hail the sacred day, Miss H. Auber. 21

With joy we lift our eyes ----- T. Jervis. 40

With joy we meditate the grace - - /. Walls. 211

With tears of anguish I lament - - S. Stennett. 320

Witness, ye men and angels ! now, B. Beddome. 593

Wouldst thou eternal life obtain - R. Palmer. 280

Ye angels who stand round, Miss M. De Fleury. 447

Ye boundless realms of joy ! - - - - N. Tate. 123

Ye dying sons of men ! J. Boden. 304

Ye glittering toys of earth ! adieu ! Miss A . Steele. 360

Ye hearts, with youthful vigor - P.Doddridge. 273

Ye holy souls I in God rejoice - - - J. Watts. 93

Ye humble couls ! approach your, Miss A. Steele. 114

Ye messengers of Christ - - - - Mrs. Voice. 583

Ye nations round the earth ! rejoice - I. Watts. 79

Ye saints ! your music bring - - - - A. Reed. 243

Ye servants of the living God! W. H. Bathurst. 615

Ye servants of the Lord ! - - - P. Doddridge. 584

Ye sinners! fear the Lord - - - - T. Dwight. 285

Ye that in his courts are found ! - - - R. Hill. 302

Ye tribes of Adam ! join J. Watts. 122

Ye wretched, hungry, starving - Miss A. Steele. 274

Yes, I will bless thee, O my God! O.HeginboUiam. 105

Yes, the Redeemer rose - - - P. Doddridge. 2:i3

Yes, we trust, the day is breaking - T. Kelly. 638

Your harps, ye trembling saints ! A.M. Toplady. 451

Zion is Jehovah's dwelling

T. Kelly. 569

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