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^Ic^Koo^     V 

COLLECTION 


OF 


H  Y  M  N  S, 

FOR    THE    USE    OF    THE 

WESLEYAN  METHODIST  CONNECTION 

OF  AMERICA. 


COMPILED    BY 

REV.  CYRUS  PRINDLE. 


"I  will  sing  with  the  spirit,  and  I  will  sing  with  the  under- 
standing also," — 1  Cor.  xiv.  15, 


NEW  EDITION. 


NEW- YORK: 
PUBLISHED   BY   O.    SCOTT, 

FOR   THE    WESLEYAN    METHODIST    CONNECTION. 

1846- 


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PREFACE. 


In  presenting  this  collection  of  hymns  to  the 
Wesleyan  Methodist  Connection,  and  the  pubHc, 
the  Publisher  deems  it  proper  to  advert  to  the  pro- 
cess by  which  it  has  been  brought  into  existence. 
At  the  organization  of  the  Connection,  which  was  by 
a  Convention  held  at  Utica,  New  York,  May,  1843, 
there  was  an  understanding  that  a  Hymn  Book 
would  soon  be  issued  suited  to  the  wants  of  the 
Connection  ;  and  the  expectation  thus  created  led 
to  such  pressing  calls  for  the  book  from  different 
sections  of  the  country,  that  the  Publisher  was  led 
to  put  it  to  press  without  bestowing  upon  it  that 
amount  of  labor  necessary  to  make  the  work  what 
it  was  desired  it  should  be. 

The  first  General  Conference  which  assembled 
in  Cleveland,  Ohio,  October,  1844,  wishing  fully  to 
meet  the  wants  of  the  Connection,  ordered  a  new 
book  to  be  compiled  and  published.  To  ensure  a 
faithful  execution  of  their  design,  the  Conference 
appointed  the  Rev.  Cyrus  Prindle  to  compile  the 
work,  and  prepare  it  for  the  press.  It  has  been  a 
work  of  much  labor  and  difficulty,  and  of  the 
ability  and  fidelity  with  which  he  has  discharged 
the  responsibilities  committed  to  him,  the  work  it- 
self furnishes  the  best  possible  proof.  It  is  a  col- 
lection of  hymns  thus  officially  originated  that  the 
Publisher  nov^  presents  to  the  Connection  aijd  the 
public. 


IV  PKEFACE. 

The  following  are  the  pnnc.ipal  pomts  in  which 
the  present  book  is  an  improvement  upon  the  for- 
mer. First,  it  contains  a  greater  number  and 
better  variety  of  hymns  ;  secondly,  the  hymns  are 
more  perfectly  classified  and  arranged ;  thirdly, 
the  typographical  errors  which  occurred  in  the 
former  book,  have  been  avoided  in  this  ;  fourthly, 
the  Index  has  been  improved  by  rendering  it  more 
perfectly  alphabetical,  and  by  giving  the  metre  of 
each  hymn  in  the  Index. 

The  Publisher  feels  confident  that  in  presenting 
the  present  volume  to  the  Connection,  from  which 
to  sing  the  high  praises  of  God,  he  oflfers  them  a 
work  not  surpassed  by  any  of  the  kind  yet  pub- 
lished. He  will  only  add,  that  it  is  his  most  fervent 
prayer  that  those  who  shall  sing  the  praises  of 
God  from  this  book,  may  do  it  with  clean  hands, 
pure  minds,  and  fervent  spirits,  making  melody  in 
their  hearts  to  the  Lord. 

Publisher. 
New  York,  July  1,  1845. 


WESLEYAI  HYIIS 


ATTRIBUTES  OF  GOD. 


HYMN  1.    L.  M.    [1] 
ETERNAL  Power,  whose  high  abode 
Becomes  the  grandeur  of  a  God ; 
Infinite  lengths,  beyond  the  bounds 
Where  stars  revolve  their  little  rounds : 

2  Thee,  while  the  first  archangel  sings, 
He  hides  his  face  behind  his  wings  : 
And  ranks  of  shining  thrones  around 
Fall  worshipping,  and  spread  the  ground. 

3  Lord,  what  shall  earth  and  ashes  do  7 
We  would  adore  our  Maker  too  ! 
From  sin  and  dust  to  thee  we  cry, 
The  Great,  the  Holy,  and  the  High  ! 

4  Earth  from  afar  hath  heard  thy  fame, 
And  worms  have  learnt  to  lisp  thy  name ; 
But  oh  !  the  glories  of  thy  mind 
Leave  all  our  soaring  thoughts  behind  ! 

5  God  is  in  heaven,  and  men  below : 
Be  short  our  tunes  ;  our  words  be  few  ! 
A  solemn  reverence  checks  our  songs, 
And  praise  sits  silent  on  our  tongues. 


ATTRIBUTES    OF    GOD. 


HYMN  2.     C.  M.     [10] 

FATHER,  how  wide  thy  glories  shine ! 

How  high  thy  wonders  rise  ! 
Known  thro'  the  earth  by  thousand  signs, 

By  thousands  through  the  skies : 
Those  mighty  orbs  proclaim  thy  power ; 

Their  motions  speak  thy  skill ; 
And  on  the  wings  of  every  hour 

We  read  thy  patience  still. 

2  Part  of  thy  name  divinely  stands 
On  all  thy  creatures  writ ; 

They  show  the  labor  of  thy  hands, 

Or  impress  of  thy  feet : 
But  wlien  we  view  thy  strange  design 

To  save  rebellious  worms, 
Where  vengeance  and  compassion  join 

In  their  divinest  forms  ; — 

3  Here  the  whole  Deity  is  known — 
Nor  dares  a  creature  guess, 

Which  of  the  glories  brightest  shone, 

The  justice  or  the  grace  : 
Now  the  full  glories  of  the  Lamb 

Adorn  the  heavenly  plains ; 
Bright  seraphs  learn  ImmanueFs  name, 

And  try  their  choicest  strains. 

4  O  may  I  bear  some  humble  part 
In  that  immortal  song  ! 

Wonder  and  joy  shall  tune  my  heart, 
And  love  command  my  tongue, 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Who  sweetly  all  agree 

To  save  a  world  of  sinners  lost 
Eternal  glory  be. 


ATTRIBUTES    OF    GOD.  7 

HYMN  3.     L.  M.     [368.] 

WHERE  can  we  hide,  or  whither  fly. 
Lord,  to  escape  thy  piercing  eye  1 
With  thee  it  is  not  day  and  night, 
But  darkness  shineth  as  the  light 

2  Where'er  we  go,  whate'er  pursue, 
Our  ways  are  open  to  thy  view  ; 

Our  motives  read,  our  thoughts  explored, 
Our  hearts  revealed  to  thee,  O  Lord. 

3  Is  there,  throughout  all  worlds,  one  spot, 
One  lonely  wild,  where  thou  art  not  "l 
The  hosts  of  heaven  enjoy  thy  care, 

And  those  of  hell  know  thou  art  there 

4  Awake,  asleep,  where  none  intrude. 
Or  'midst  the  thronging  multitude. 

In  every  land,  on  every  sea, 

We  are  surrounded  still  with  thee. 

HYMN  4,    C.  M.     [10] 

ETERNAL  Wisdom  1  thee  we  praise, 

Thee  the  creation  sings  ; 
With  thy  lov'd  name,  rocks,  hills  and  seas 

And  heaven's  high  palace  rings. 

2  Thy  hand,  how  wide  it  spreads  the  sky, 
How  glorious  to  behold  ! 

Ting'd  witli  a  blue  of  heavenly  dye, 
And  starr'd  with  sparkling  gold. 

3  There  thou  hast  bid  the  globes  of  light 
Their  endless  circuits  run  ; 

There  the  pale  planets  rule  the  night, 
The  day  obeys  the  sun. 

4  If  down  I  turn  my  wond'ring  eyes 
On  clouds  and  storms  below ; 


8  ATTRIBUTES    OF    COD- 

Those  under  regions  of  the  skies^ 
Thy  numerous  glories  show. 

5  Infinite  strength  and  equal  skill 
Shine  through  thy  works  abroad ; 

Our  souLs  with  vast  amazement  fill^ 
^      And  speak  the  builder  God  ! 

6  But  the  mild  glories  of  thy  grace^ 
Our  softer  passions  move  : 

Pity  divine  in  Jesus'  face, 
We  see,  adore,  and  love. 

HYMN  5.    C.  M. 

SHOUT  to  the  Lord,  ye  surging  seas^, 

In  your  eternal  roar; 
Let  wave  to  wave  resound  his  praise, 

And  shore  reply  to  shore. 

2  While  monsters  sporting  on  the  flood,. 
In  scaly  silver  shine, 

Speak  terribly  their  maker  God, 
And  lash  the  foaming  brine. 

3  But  gentler  things  shall  tune  his  name, 
To  softer  notes  than  these  : 

Young  zephyrs  breathing  o'er  the  stream. 
Or  whispering  through  the  trees. 

4  Wave  your  tall  heads,  ye  lofty  pines, 
To  Him  tliat  bids  you  grow ; 

Sweet  clusters  bend  the  fruitful  vines^ 
On  every  thankful  bough. 

5  Let  the  shrill  birds  his  honors  raise, 
And  climb  the  morning  sky  ; 

While  grov'ling  beasts  attempt  his  praise, 
In  hoarser  harmony. 

6  Tlius,  while  the  meaner  creatures  sing-, 
Ye  mortals,  take  the  sound ; 


ATTRIBUTES    OF    GOD.  y 

Echo  the  glories  of  your  King, 
Through  all  the  nations  round. 

HYMN   6.     L.  M.     [12] 

HOLY  as  thou,  O  Lord,  is  none  ! 
Thy  holiness  is  all  thy  own : 
A  drop  of  that  unbounded  sea 
Is  ours,  a  drop  deriv'd  from  thee. 

2  And  when  thy  purity  we  share, 
Thy  only  glory  we  declare  ; 
And  humbled  into  nothing,  own, 
Holy  and  pure  is  Grod  alone. 

3  Sole,  self-existing  God  and  Lord, 
By  all  thy  heavenly  hosts  ador'd  ; 
Let  all  on  earth  bow  down  to  thee. 
And  own  thy  peerless  majesty : 

4  Thy  power  unparallel'd  confess, 
Establish'd  on  the  Rock  of  peace ; 
The  Rock  that  never  shall  remove, 
The  Rock  of  pure,  almighty  love. 

HYMN  7.     C.  M.     [12] 

WE  need  not  soar  above  the  skies, 

Leave  suns  and  stars  below, 
And  seek  Thee,  with  unclouded  eyes, 

In  all  that  angels  know  ; 
The  very  breath  we  now  inhale, 

The  pulse  in  every  heart, 
Attest  Avitli  force  that  cannot  fail. 

Thou  ART — oh,  God !  thou  art  ! 

2  If  'midst  the  ever-during  songs 

Of  universal  joy, 
The  chime  of  worlds  and  chant  of  tongues, 

The  praise  that  we  employ, 


10  ATTRIBUTES    OF    GOD. 

May  breathe  its  music  in  thine  ear, 
Its  meaning  in  thy  heart, 

Our  glad  confession  deign  to  hear,— 
Thou  ART — oh,  God  !  thou  art. 


HYMN  8.    L.  M.     [13] 

THERE  is  a  God— all  nature  speaks, 
Thro'  earth  and  air,  and  sea  and  skies, 

See  from  the  clouds  his  glory  breaks, 
When  earliest  beams  of  morning  rise. 

2  The  rising  sun,  serenely  bright, 
Throughout  the  world's  extended  frame, 

Inscribes  in  characters  of  light, 
His  mighty  Maker's  glorious  name. 

3  Ye  curious  minds,  who  roam  abroad, 
And  trace  creation's  wonders  o'er, 

Confess  the  footsteps  of  your  God — 
Bow  down  before  him — and  adore. 

HYMN  9.     L.  M.     [13] 

ETERNAL  God,  almighty  cause 
Of  earth,  and  seas,  and  worlds  unknown ; 

All  things  are  subject  to  thy  laws — 
All  things  depend  on  thee  alone. 

2  Thy  glorious  being  singly  stands, 
Of  *all  within  itself  possest : 

By  none  controlFd  in  thy  commands, 
And  in  thyself  completely  blest. 

3  To  thee  alone  ourselves  we  owe — 

Let  heaven  and  earth  due  homage  pay  ; 
All  other  gods  we  disavow, 
Deny  their  claims,  renounce  their  sway. 


ATTRIBUTES     GF    GOI>.  H 

4  Worship  to  thee  alone  belongs  • 
Worship  to  thee  alone  we  give ; 

Thine  be  our  hearts  and  thine  our  songs^ 
And  to  thy  glory  let  us  live. 

HYMN  10.     C.  M.     [14] 

LORD,  how  thy  wonders  are  displayed. 

Where'er  I  turn  mine  eye  ! 
If  I  survey  the  ground  I  tread, 

Or  gaze  upon  the  sky  ! 

2  There's  not  a  plant  or  flower  below 
But  makes  thy  glories  knowTi ; 

And  clouds  arise,  and  tempests  blow. 
By  order  from  thy  throne. 

3  Creatures,  as  numerous  as  they  be, 
Are  subject  to  thy  care  ; 

There's  not  a  place  where  we  can  flee, 
But  God  is  present  there. 

HYMN  11.     C,  M.     [36^] 

THERE'S  not  a  star  whose  twinkling  light 

Illumes  the  distant  earth, 
And  cheers  the  solemn  gloom  of  night, 

But  goodness  gave  it  birth. 

2  There's  not  a  cloud  whose  dews  distill 
Upon  the  parching  clod, 

And  clothe  with  verdure  vale  and  hill, 
That  is  not  sent  by  God. 

3  There's  not  a  place  in  earth's  vast  round, 
In  ocean  deep,  or  air, 

Where  skill  and  wisdom  are  not  found  ; 
For  God  is  everywhere. 


12  ATTRrCUTES    OF    GOD. 

4  Around,  beneath,  below,  above, 

Wherever  space  extends. 
There  heaven  displays  its  boundless  love. 

And  power  with  goodness  blends, 

HYMN  12,     C.  M.     [15] 

THE  e^'e  of  God  is  every  wdiere 

To  watch  the  sinner's  ways ; 
He  sees  who  join  in  humble  prayer. 

And  who  in  solemn  praise. 

2  One  glance  of  thine,  eternal  Lord, 
Can  pierce  and  search  us  through  ; 

Nor  heaven,  nor  earth,  nor  hell  afford 
A  shelter  from  thy  view  \ 

3  The  universe,  in  every  part, 
At  once  before  thee  lies ; 

And  every  thought  of  every  heart 
Is  open  to  thine  eyes. 

4  Prepare  us,  Lord,  to  pray  and  praise, 
With  fervent,  holy  love  ; 

And  fit  us  by  thy  word  of  grace, 
To  worship  thee  above. 

HYTNIN  13.    L.  M.     [15] 

LORD,  thou  hast  searched  and  seen  me  thro'; 
Thine  eye  commands  with  piercing  view, 
My  rising  and  my  renting  hours, 
My  he:irt  and  flesh  with  nil  their  powers, 

2  Within  thy  circling  power  I  stand  ; 
On  every  side  I  find  thy  hand ; 
Awake,  asleep,  at  horn*  ,  abroad, 
I  am  surrounded  still  with  God. 


ATTEIBUTES     OF    GOD.  13 

3  Amazing  knowledge !  vast  and  great ! 
What  large  extent !  what  lofty  height ! 
My  soul,  with  all  the  powers  I  boast, 

Is  in  the  boundless  prospect  lost. 

4  O  may  these  thoughts  possess  my  breast, 
Where'er  I  rove — where'er  I  rest ; 

Nor  let  my  weaker  passions  dare 
Consent  to  sin  for,  God  is  there. 

HYMN  14.     C.  M.     [16] 

LORD,  all  I  am  is  known  to  thee ; 

In  vain  my  soul  would  try 
To  shun  thy  presence,  or  to  flee 

The  notice  of  thine  eye. 

2  Thy  all-surrounding  sight  surveys, 
My  rising  and  my  rest ! 

My  public  walks,  my  private  ways. 
The  secrets  of  my  breast. 

3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  thee,  Lord, 
Before  they're  formed  within  ; 

And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 
Thou  know'st  the  sense  I  mean. 

4  O  wond'rous  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, 
Secur'd  by  sovereign  love. 

HYMN  15.     L.  M.     [17] 

AWAKE,  my  tongue  ;  thy  tribute  bring 
To  HIM  who  gave  thee  power  to  sing  ; 


14  ATTRIBUTES    OF    GOD. 

Praise  him,  who  is  all  praise  above, 
The  source  of  wisdom  and  of  love. 

2  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  those  heavenly  flames. 

3  Thro'  each  bright  world  above,  behold 
Ten  thousand  thousand  charms  unfold ; 
Earth,  air  and  mighty  seas  combine, 

To  speak  his  wisdom  all  divine. 

4  But  in  redemption— O,  what  grace ! 
Its  wonders,  O,  what  thought  can  trace ! 
Here  wisdom  shines  for  ever  bright ; 
Praise  him,  my  soul,  with  sweet  delight. 

HYMN  16.    L.  M.     [17] 

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  ; 
But,  though  his  methods  are  unknown, 
Judgment  and  truth  support  his  throne. 

8  In  heaven,  and  earth,  and  air,  and  seas, 
He  executes  his  lirm  decrees  ; 
And  by  his  saints  it  stands  confest, 
That  what  he  does  is  ever  blest. 

4  Wait,  then,  my  soul,  submissive  wait ; 
Prostrate  before  his  awful  seat : 
And  'midst  the  terrors  of  his  rod. 
Still — trust  a  wise  and  gracious  God. 


ATTRIBUTES    OF    GOD  15 

HYMN  17.    C.  M. 

YE  humble  souls,  approach  your  God, 

With  song.8  of  sacred  praise  ; 
For  he  is  good,  supremely  good, 

And  kind  are  all  his  ways. 

2  All  nature  owns  his  guardian  care ; 
In  him  we  live  and  move  ; 

But  nobler  benefits  declare, 
The  wonders  of  his  love. 

3  He  gave  his  well-beloved  Son, 
To  ransom  rebel  worms  ; 

'Tis  here  he  makes  his  goodness  known, 
In  its  diviner  forms. 

4  To  this  sure  refuge.  Lord,  we  come, 
And  here  our  hope  relies  ; 

A  safe  defence,  a  peaceful  home, 
When  storms  of  trouble  rise* 

HYMN  18.    L.  M. 

INDULGENT  Lord,  thy  goodness  reigns 
Through  all  the  wide,  celestial  plains  ; 
And  thence  in  streams  redundant  flow. 
And  cheer  th'  abodes  of  men  below. 

2  Thro'  nature's  works  its  glories  shine  ; 
The  cares  of  providence  are  thine ; 
And  grace  erects  our  ruined  frame, 

A  fairer  temple  to  thy  name. 

3  O  give  to  every  human  heart. 

To  taste  and  feel  how  good  thou  art ; 
With  grateful  love  and  holy  fear. 
To  know  how  blest  thy  children  are. 

4  Let  nature  burst  into  a  song  ; 
Ye  echoing  hills,  the  notes  prolong ; 


16  ATTRIBUTES    OP   GOD. 

Earth,  seavS,  and  stars,  your  anthems  raise, 
All  vocal  with  your  Maker's  praise  ! 

HYMN  19.     L.  M.     [19] 

YE  humble  saints  proclaim  abroad 
The  honors  of  a  faithful  God ; 
How  just  and  true  are  all  his  ways  ! 
How  much  above  your  highest  praise  ! 

2  Let  frightened  rivers  change  their  course, 
Or  backward  hasten  to  their  source  ; 
Swift  through  the  air  let  rocks  be  hurled, 
And  mountains  like  the  chaff  be  whirled. 

3  Let  suns  and  stars  forget  to  rise, 
Or  quit  their  stations  in  the  skies  ; 
Let  heaven  and  earth  both  pass  away. 
Eternal  truth  shall  ne'er  decay. 

4  True  to  his  word,  God  gave  his  Son, 
To  die  for  crimes  w  Inch  men  had  done ; 
Blest  pledge  !  he  never  will  revoke, 

A  single  promise  he  has  spoke. 

HYMN  20.     L.  M.     [399] 

GOD  spake,  and  from  chaotic  night 
At  once  sprung  forth  the  cheering  light ; 

The  earth  in  beauty  was  arrayed, 

All  things  his  wondrous  pow'r  display'd. 

2  Teeming  with  life,  air,  earth  and  sea, 
Obey  the  Ahnighty's  higii  decree  ; 

To  every  tribe  he  gives  their  food. 
Then  speaks  the  whole  divinely  good. 

3  But  to  complete  the  wondrous  plan. 
From  earth  and  dust  he  fashions  man. 

In  man  the  last,  in  man  the  best, 
The  Maker's  image  stands  confess'd. 


ATTRIBUTES    OF    GOD. 

4  Lord,  while  thy  glorious  works  I  view, 
Form  thou  my  heart  and  soul  anew ; 

Here  bid  thy  purest  light  to  shine. 

And  beauty  glow  with  charms  divine. 

HYMN  21.     S.  M.     [20] 

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  Our  days  are  like  the  grass, 
Or  like  the  morning  flower ; 

If  one  sharp  blast  sweeps  o'er  the  field, 
It  withers  in  an  hour. 

5  But  thy  compassions,  Lord, 
To  endless  years  endure  ; 

And  children's  children  ever  find 
The  words  of  promise  sure. 

HYMN  22.     S.  M.     [20] 

O  ALL-CREATING  God! 

At  whose  supreme  decree 
Our  body  rose,  a  breathing  clod. 
Our  souls  sprang  forth  from  thee. 

2  For  this  thou  hast  design'd 
And  form'd  us  man  for  this ; 


17 


18  ATTRIBUTES    OF    GOD. 

To  know  and  love  thyself,  and  find 
In  THEE  our  endless  bliss, 

HYMN  23.     L.  M.     [21] 

THE  spacious  firmament  on  high, 

With  all  the  blue  ethereal  sky, 

And  spangled  heavens,  (a  shining  frame,) 

Their  great  Original  proclaim : 

Th'  unwearied  sun  from  day  to  day, 

Doth  his  Creator's  power  display ; 

And  publishes  to  every  land. 

The  work  of  an  Almighty  hand. 

2  Soon  as  the  evening  shades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wond'rous  tale. 
And  nightly  to  the  list'ning  earth 
Repeats  the  story  of  her  birth  ; 
While  all  the  stars  that  round  her  burn. 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn. 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 

And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 

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

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

HYMN  24.     C.  M. 

BLEST  be  our  everlasting  Lord, 
Our  Father,  God,  and  King  ! 

Thy  sovereign  goodness  we  record, 
Thy  glorious  power  we  sing. 

2  By  thee  the  victory  is  given, 
The  majesty  divine. 


ATTRIBUTES    OF    GOD.  19 

And  strength  and  might,  and  earth  and  heaven, 
And  all  therein  is  thine. 

3  The  kingdom,  Lord, is  thine  alone, 
Who  dost  thy  right  maintain ; 

And  high  on  thy  eternal  throne, 
O'er  men  and  angels  reign. 

4  Riches,  as  seemeth  good  to  thee, 
Thou  dost,  and  honor,  give  ; 

And  kings  their  power  and  dignity 
But  of  thy  hand  receive. 

5  Thou  hast  on  us  the  grace  bestow'd, 
Thy  greatness  to  proclaim ; 

And  therefore  now  we  thank  our  God, 
And  praise  thy  glorious  name. 

6  Thy  glorious  name,  and  nature's  powers, 
Thou  dost  to  us  make  known  ; 

And  all  the  Deity  is  ours. 
Through  thy  incarnate  Son. 

HYMN  25.     C.  M. 

THERE'S  not  a  place  in  earth's  vast  round, 

In  ocean  deep,  or  air, 
Where  skill  and  wisdom  are  not  found. 

For  God  is  every  where. 

2  Around,  within,  below,  above, 
Wherever  space  extends. 

There  heaven  displays  its  boundless  love. 
And  power  with  mercy  blends. 

3  Tiien  rise,  my  soul,  and  sing  his  name. 
And  all  his  praise  rehearse, 

Who  spread  abroad  earth's  w^ondrous  frame, 
And  built  the  universe. 


20  ATTRIBUTES    OP    GOD. 

4  Where'er  thine  earthly  lot  is  cast, 
His  power  and  love  declare  ; 

Nor  think  the  mighty  theme  too  vast, — 
For  God  is  every  where. 

HYMN  26     H.  M. 

THE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 

His  throne  is  built  on  high ; 
The  garments  he  assumes 

Are  light  and  majesty  : 
His  glories  shine  with  Ijeams  so  bright, 
No  mortal  eye  can  bear  the  sight. 

2  The  thunders  of  his  hand 
Keep  the  wide  world  in  awe  ; 

His  wrath  and  justice  stand 

To  guard  his  holy  law ; 
And  where  his  love  resolves  to  bless, 
His  truth  confirms  and  seals  the  grace. 

3  Through  all  his  mighty  works 
Amazing  wisdom  shines ; 

Confounds  the  powers  of  hell, 

And  breaks  their  dark  designs ; 
Strong  is  his  arm,  and  shall  fulfil 
His  great  decrees  and  sovereiga  will. 

4  And  will  this  sovereign  King 
Of  glory  condescend'] 

And  will  he  write  his  name, 

My  Father  and  my  Friend  ? 
I  love  his  name,  I  love  his  word ; 
Join  all  my  powers  to  praise  the  Lord ! 


TRINITY.  21 


TRINITY. 


HYMN  27.     C.  M.     [22] 

ONE  undivided  Trinity, 
With  triumph  we  proclaim  ; 

The  universe  is  full  of  thee, 
And  speaks  thy  glorious  name. 

2  Thee,  holy  Father,  we  confess ; 
Thee,  holy  Son,  adore ; 

Thee,  Spir't  of  Truth  and  Holiness, 
We  worship  evermore. 

3  The  incommunicable  right, 
Almighty  God,  receive ! 

Which  angel  choirs,  and  saints  in  light, 
And  saints  embodied  give. 

4  Three  persons,  equally  divine, 
We  magnify  and  love  ; 

And  both  the  choirs,  ere  long,  shall  join 
To  sing  thy  praise  above. 

HYMN  28.     C.  M.     [22] 

A  THOUSAND  oracles  divine, 
Their  common  beams  unite  ; 

That  sinners  may  with  angels  join 
To  worship  God  aright. 

2  To  praise  a  Trinity  ador'd 

By  all  the  hosts  above  ; 
And  one  thrice  holy  God  and  Lord 

Through  endless  ages  love. 


22  TIUNITY. 

3  Triumphant  host !  they  never  cease 
To  laud  and  magnify 

The  Triune  God  of  Holiness, 
Whose  glory  fills  the  sky. 

4  Whose  glory  to  this  earth  extends, 
When  God  himself  imparts, 

And  the  whole  Trinity  descends 
Into  our  faithful  hearts. 

5  By  faith  the  upper  choir  we  meet. 
And  challenge  them  to  sing 

Jehovah,  on  his  shining  seat, 
Our  Maker  and  our  King. 

6  But  God-made  flesh,  is  wholly  ours, 
And  asks  our  noblest  strain ; 

The  Father  of  celestial  powers, 
The  Friend  of  earth-born  man  ! 

HYMN  29.  L.  M.    [23] 

FATHER  of  heaven,  whose  love  profound 
A  ransom  for  our  souls  hath  found, 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend ; 
To  us  thy  pardoning  love  extend. 

2  Almighty  Son,  incarnate  Word, 
Our  Prophet,  Priest,  Redeemer,  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,  Ufe,  to  us  extend. 


TRINITY.  2o 

HYMN  30.     7s.     [24] 

FATHER,  live,  by  all  things  fear'd; 
Live  the  Son,  alike  revered ; 
Equally  be  thou  ador'd, 
Holy  Ghost,  eternal  Lord. 

2  Three  in  person,  one  in  power, 
Thee  we  worship  evermore  ; 
Praise  by  all  to  thee  be  given. 
Endless  theme  of  earth  and  heaven. 

HYMN  31.     H.  M.     [343] 

1  GIVE  immortal  praise 
To  God  the  Father's  love, 

For  all  my  comforts  here, 

And  better  hopes  above  : 
He  sent  his'  own  eternal  Son, 

To  die  for  sins  that  man  had  done. 

2  To  God  the  Son  belongs 
Immortal  glory  too, 

Who  bought  us  with  his  blood 

From  everlasting  wo : 
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, 

And  the  Mysterious  One  : 
Where  reason  fails  with  all  her  powers 
There  faith  prevails,  and  love  adores. 


24  FALL    OF     MAN. 

HYMN  32.     C.  M. 

HAIL,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ! 

One  God  in  persons  three ; 
Of  thee  we  make  our  joyful  boast, 

And  homage  pay  to  thee. 

2  Present  alike  in  every  place, 
Thy  Godhead  we  adore  : 

Beyond  the  bounds  of  time  and  space 
Thou  dwell'st  for  ever  more. 

3  In  wisdom  infinite  thou  art, 
Thine  eye  doth  all  things  see ; 

And  every  thought  of  every  heart. 
Is  fully  known  to  thee. 

4  Whate'er  thou  wilt  in  earth  below 
Thou  dost  in  heaven  above  : 

But  chiefly  we  rejoice  to  know 
Th'  almighty  God  of  Love. 

5  Thou  lov'st  whate'er  thy  hands  have  made ; 
Thy  goodness  we  rehearse, 

In  shining  characters  display'd 
Throughout  our  universe. 

6  Mercy  with  love,  and  endless  grace, 
O'er  all  thy  works  doth  reign ; 

But  mostly  thou  delight'st  to  bless 
Thy  favorite  creature  Man. 


FALL  OF  MAN. 


HYMN  33.     C.  M.     [24] 

ON  man,  in  his  own  image  made, 
How  much  did  God  bestow ! 

The  whole  creation  homage  paid, 
And  own'd  him  Lord  below. 


FAUL.    OF    MAN.  25 

2  He  dwelt  in  Eden's  garden,  stor'd 
With  sweets  for  ev'ry  sense  : 

And  there  with  his  descending  Lord, 
He  walked  in  confidence. 

3  But  oh !  by  sin  how  quickly  chang'dl 
His  honor  forfeited ; 

His  heart  from  God  and  truth  estrang'd, 
His  conscience  filled  with  dread. 

4  Now  from  his  Maker's  voice  he  flies, 
Which  was  before  his  joy : 

And  thinks  to  hide  amidst  the  trees, 
From  an  all-seeing  eye, 

5  Compell'd  to  answer  to  his  name ; 
With  stubbornness  and  pride, 

He  cast  on  God  himself  the  blame, 
Nor  once  for  mercy  cried. 

6  But  grace,  unmask'd,  his  heart  subdu'd, 
And  all  his  guilt  forgave : 

By  faith  the  promis'd  Seed  he  view'd 
And  felt  the  power  to  save. 

HYMN  34.     C.  M, 

VAIN  are  the  hopes  the  sons  of  men 
On  their  own  works  have  built ; 

Their  hearts  by  nature  all  unclean, 
And  all  their  actions  guilt. 

2  Let  Jew  and  Gentile  silent  bow, 
Without  a  murmuring  word  ; 

Let  all  the  race  of  man  confess 
Their  guilt  before  the  Lord. 

3  In  vain  we  ask  God's  righteous  law 
To  justify  us  now  ; 

Since  to  convince  and  to  condemn 
Is  all  the  law  can  do. 

9 


26  DEPRAVITY. 

4  Jesus,  how  glorious  is  thy  gra^e  I 
When  in  thy  name  we  trust, 

Our  faith  receives  a  righteousness 
That  makes  the  sinner  just. 

HYMN  35.  C.  M. 

GREAT  King  of  gloiy  and  of  grace  I 
We  own  with  humble  shame, 

How  vile  is  our  degen'rate  race. 
And  our  first  fathei-'s  name. 

2  We  live  estranged,  afar  fram  God, 
And  love  the  distance  well ; 

With  haste  we  run  the  dangerous  road, 
That  leads  to  death  and  hell. 

3  And  can  such  rebels  be  restored ! 
Such  natures  made  divine  I 

Let  sinners  see  thy  glory,  Lord, 
And  feel  this  power  of  thine. 

4  We  raise  our  father's  name  on  high. 
Who  his  own  Spirit  sends. 

To  bring  rebellious  strangers  nigh. 
And  turn  his  foes  to  friends. 


DEPRAVITY. 


HYMN  36.     L.  M.     [25] 

LORD,  we  are  vile,  conceived  in  sin, 
And  born  unholy  and  unclean ; 
Sprung  from  the  man  whose  guilty  fall, 
Corrupts  his  race,  and  taints  us  alL 


DEPRAVITY. 

2  Soon  as  we  draw  our  infant  breath, 
The  seeds  of  sin  grow  up  for  death  ; 
The  law  demands  a  perfect  heart, 
But  we're  defiFd  in  every  part. 

3  Gi-eat  God,  create  my  heart  anew, 
And  form  my  spirit  pure  and  true ; 
O,  make  me  wise  betimes  to  see, 
My  danger  and  my  remedy. 

4  Behold,  I  fall  before  thy  face, 
My  only  refuge  is  thy  grace  ; 

No  outward  forms  can  make  me  clean, 
The  leprosy  lies  deep  within. 

5  No  bleeding  bird,  nor  bleeding  beast. 
Nor  hyssop  branch  nor  sprinkling  priest, 
Nor  running  brook,  nor  flood,  nor  sea. 
Can  wash  the  dismal  stain  away. 

6  Jesus,  my  lord,  thy  blood  alone 
Hath  power  sufficient  to  atone  ; 

Thy  blood  can  make  me  white  as  snow, 
No  Jewish  types  could  cleanse  me  so. 

HYxMN  37.     C.  M.     [26] 

HOW  sad  our  state  by  nature  is ! 

Our  sin  how  deep  it  stains ! 
And  Satan  binds  our  captive  souls. 

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  a  faithful  Lord. 

3  My  soul  obeys  the  gracious  call. 
And  runs  to  this  relief; 

I  would  believe  thy  promise,  Lord  ! 
O  help  my  unbelief. 


27 


28  DEPRAVITY. 

4  To  the  blest  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, 
Into  thy  arms  I  fall ; 

Be  thou  my  strength  and  righteousness, 
My  Jesus  and  my  all. 

HYMN  38.     L.  M.     [27] 

LORD,  I  despair  myself  to  heal ; 
I  see  my  sin,  but  cannot  feel ; 

1  cannot,  till  thy  Spirit  blow, 
And  bid  the  obedient  waters  flow. 

2  'Tis  thine  a  heart  of  flesh  to  give  ; 
Thy  gifts  I  only  can  receive ; 
Here,  tlien,  to  thee  I  all  resign, 

To  draw,  redeem,  and  seal — are  thine. 

3  With  simple  faith  on  thee  I  call ; 
My  light,  my  life,  my  Lord,  my  all : 
I  wait  the  moving  of  the  pool ; 

1  wait  the  word  that  speaks  me  whole. 

4  Speak,  gracious  Lord,  my  sickness  cure ; 
Mi'ike  my  infected  nature  pure  : 

Peace,  righteousness,  and  joy  impart, 
And  pour  thyself  into  my  heart ! 

HYMN  39.     C.  M.     [348] 

HELP,  Lord  !  for  men  of  virtue  fail ; 

Religion  loses  ground ; 
The  sons  of  violence  prevail, 

And  treacheries  abound. 

2  Their  oaths  and  promises  they  break. 
Yet  act  the  flatt'rer's  part ; 


CHRIST THE    ATONEMENT. 

With  fair,  deceitful  lips  they  speak, 
And  with  a  double  heart. 

3  Scoffers  appear  on  every  side, 
Where  a  vile  race  of  men 

Are  rais'd  to  seats  of  pow'r  and  pride, 
And  bear  the  sword  in  vain. 

4  Lord,  when  iniquities  abound, 
And  blasphemy  grows  bold  ; 

When  faith  is  hardly  to  be  found, 
And  love  is  waxing  cold  ; 

5  Is  not  thy  chariot  hast'ning  on  7 
Hast  thou  not  giv'n  the  sign  1 

May  we  not  trust  and  live  upon 
A  promise  so  divine  1 


29 


CHRIST— THE  ATONEMENT. 


HYMN  40.     C.  M.     [27] 

ALAS !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  1 
And  did  my  Sovereign  die  1 

Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 

2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  have  done, 
He  groan'd  upon  the  tree  7 

Amazing  pity !  grace  unknown ! 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 
And  shut  his  glories  in  ; 


30  CHRIST THE    ATONEMENT. 

When  Christ,  the  mighty  Maker  died, 
For  man  the  creature's  sin ! 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face, 
When  his  dear  cross  appears  ; 

Dissolve  my  heart  in  tliankfulness, 
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, 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

HYxMN  41.     L.  M. 

EXTENDED  on  a  cursed  tree, 

Besmear'd  with  dust,  and  sweat,  and  blood, 
See  there,  the  King  of  glory  see ! 

Sinks,  and  expires,  the  Son  of  God ! 

2  Who,  who,  my  Saviour,  this  hath  done'? 
W^ho  could  thy  sacred  body  wound  ? 

No  guilt  thy  spotless  heart  hath  known 
No  guile  hath  in  thy  lips  been  found. 

3  I, — I  alone  have  done  the  deed ! 
'Tis  I  tliy  sacred  flesh  have  torn; 

My  sins  have  caus'd  thee,  Lord,  to  bleed. 
Pointed  the  nail,  and  fix'd  the  thorn. 

4  Tlie  burden  for  me  to  sustain 

To  )  2:reat,  on  thee,  my  Lord,  w^as  laid  ; 
To  heal  me,  thou  hast  borne  my  pain  ; 
To  bless  me  thou  a  curse  wast  made. 

5  In  the  devouring  lion's  teeth. 
Torn,  and  forsook  of  all,  I  lay ; 

Thou  sprang'st  into  the  jaws  of  death, 
From  death  to  save  the  helpless  prey. 


CHRIST THE     ATONEMENT,  31 


SECOND    PART. 

HYMN  42.     L.  M. 


MY  Saviour,  how  shall  I  proclaim, 
How  pay  the  mighty  debt  I  owe  1 

Let  all  I  have,  and  all  I  am. 

Ceaseless  to  all  thy  glory  show. 

2  Too  much  to  thee  I  cannot  give ; 
Too  much  I  cannot  do  for  thee  : 

Let  all  thy  love,  and  all  thy  grief, 
Grav'n  on  my  heart  for  ever  be  ] 

3  The  meek,  the  still,  the  lowly  mind, 
O,  may  I  learn  from  thee,  my  God ; 

And  love,  with  softest  pity  join'd, 
For  those  that  trample  on  thy  blood. 

4  Still  let  thy  tears,  thy  groans,  thy  sighs, 
O'erflow  my  eyes,  and  heave  my  breast: 

Till  loose  from  flesh  and  earth  I  rise, 
And  ever  in  thy  bosom  rest. 

HYMN  43.     L.  M.     [29] 

YE  that  pass  by,  behold  the  Man  ! 

The  Man  of  griefs,  condemn'd  for  you! 
The  Lamb  of  God  for  sinners  slain, 

Weeping  to  Calvary  pursue ! 

2  See !  how  his  back  the  scourges  tear, 
While  to  the  bloody  pillar  bound  ! 

Tlie  ploughers  make  long  furrows  there, 
Till  all  his  body  is  one  wound. 

3  Nor  can  he  thus  their  hate  assuage ; 
His  innocence  to  death  pm'su'd, 

Must  fully  glut  their  utmost  rage ; 
Hark !  how  they  clamor  for  his  blood  I 


32  CHRIST THE    ATONEMENT; 

4  His  sacred  limbs  tiiey  stretch,  they  tear^ 
With  nails  they  fasten  to  the  wood  ! 

His  sacred  limbs,  expos'd  and  bare. 
Or  only  cover'd  with  his  blood. 

5  See,  there !  his  temples  cro  wn'd  with  thorns. 
His  bleeding  hands  extended  wide ; 

His  streaming  feet  translixt  and  torn  I 
The  fountain  srushinff  from  his  side ! 


HYMN  44.     C.  M.     [30] 

FROM  whence  these  direful  omens  round 
Whicli  heav'n  and  earth  amaze  1 

And  why  do  earthquakes  cleave  the  ground  ? 
Why  hidef>  the  sun  his  rays  ? 

2  Well  may  the  earth  astonished  shake, 
And  nature  sympathise ; 

TJie  sun,  as  darkest  night  be  black  ; 
Their  Maker,  Jesus,  dies  ! 

3  Behold,  fast  streaming  from  the  tree,, 
His  all-atoning  blood ! 

Is  this  the  Infinite  ? — 'Tis  he, 
My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

4  For  me,  these  pangs  his  soul  assail. 
For  me,  this  death  is  borne  ; 

My  sins  gave  sharpness^  to  the  nail^ 
And  pointed  ev'ry  thorn. 

5  Let  sin  no  more  my  sovd  enslave ; 
Break,  Lord,  its  tyrant  chain  ; 

O,  save  me,  whom  thou  canVst  to  save. 
Nor  bleed  nor  die  in  vain. 

HYMN  45.     C.  M.     [30] 

BEHOLD  the  Saviour  of  mankind 
Nail'd  to  the  shameful  tree  \ 


CHRIST THE     ATONEMENT.  33 

How  vast  the  love  that  him  indin'd 
To  bleed  and  die  for  thee ! 

2  Hark,  how  he  groans  !  while  nature  shakes, 
And  earth's  strong  pillars  bend  ! 

The  temple's  vale  in  sunder  breaks, 
The  solid  marbles  rend. 

3  'Tis  done !  the  precious  ransom's  paid ! 
"  Receive  my  soul !"  he  cries  : 

See  where  he  bows  his  sacred  head ! 
He  bows  his  head,  and  dies ! 

4  But  soon  he'll  break  death's  envious  chain ! 
And  in  full  glory  shine : 

Oh,  Lamb  of  God,  was  ever  pain, 
Was  ever  love  like  thine ! 

HYMN  46.     L.  M.[3i] 

OF  him  who  did  salvation  bring, 

1  could  for  ever  think  and  sing ; 
Arise,  ye  needy,  he'll  relieve  ; 
Arise,  ye  guilty,  he'll  forgive. 

2  Ask  but  his  grace,  and  lo,  'tis  given  1 
Ask,  and  he  turns  your  hell  to  heaven : 
Though  sin  and  sorrow  wound  my  soul, 
Jesus,  thy  balm  will  make  it  whole. 

3  To  shame  our  sins  he  blush'd  in  blood. 
He  clos'd  his  eyes  to  show  us  God ; 

Let  all  the  w^orld  fall  down  and  know, 
That  none  but  God  such  love  can  show. 

4  'Tis  thee  I  love,  for  thee  alone, 

I  shed  my  tears  and  make  my  moan ! 
Where'er  I  am,  where'er  I  move, 
I  meet  the  object  of  my  love. 

2* 


34  CHRIST THE    ATONEMENT, 

5  Insatiate  to  this  spring  I  fly  ; 

1  drink,  and  yet  am  ever  dry ; 

Ah  !  who  against  thy  charms  is  proof? 
Ah !  who  that  loves  can  love  enough. 

HYMN  47.     C.  M.     [32] 

PLUNG'D  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair, 

We  wretched  sinners  lay, 
Without  one  cheering  heam  of  hope, 

Or  spark  of  glimmering  day. 

2  With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  grace 
Beheld  our  helpless  grief; 

He  saw,  and  (O  amazing  love  !) 
He  ran  to  our  relief 

3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above 
With  joyful  haste  he  fled  : 

Enter'd  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  O  for  this  love  let  rocks  and  hills 
Their  lasting  silence  break ! 

And  all  harmonious  human  tongues, 
The  Saviour's  praises  speak. 

5  Angels  assist  our  mighty  joys. 
Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold ; 

But  when  you  raise  your  highest  notes, 
His  love  can  ne'er  be  told  ! 

HYMN  48.     C.  M.     [414] 

MY  Saviour,  hanging  on  the  tree, 

In  agony  and  blood, 
Methought  once  turned  his  eyes  on  me, 

As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 

2  Sure  never  till  my  latest  breath, 
Can  I  forget  that  look ; 


CHRIST THE    ATONEMENT,  35 

It  seemed  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
Though  not  a  word  he  spoke, 

3  My  conscience  felt  and  own'd  the  guilt. 
And  plunged  me  in  despair ; 

1  saw  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt, 
And  help'd  to  nail  him  there  I 

4  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said, 
"  I  freely  all  forgive  : 

This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid ; 
I  die  that  thou  mayst  livel" 

HYMN  49.     L.  M. 

''  TIS  (inislied  !"— so  the  Saviour  cried, 
And  meekly  bowed  his  head  and  died: 
'Tis  finislied,  yes,  the  race  is  run, 
The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won. 

2  'Tis  finished  ! — this  his  dying  groan 
Shall  sins  of  deepest  hue  atone, 
And  millions  be  redeemed  from  death 
By  Jesus'  last,  expiring  breath. 

3  'Tis  finislied — Aaron  now  no  more 
Must  stain  his  robes  with  purple  gore ; 
The  sacred  veil  is  rent  in  twain, 

And  Jewish  rites  no  more  remain. 

4  'Tis  finished  ! — Heaven  is  reconciled, 
And  all  the  powers  of  darkness  spoiled ; 
Peace,  love,  and  happiness,  again 
Return,  and  dwell  Avitli  sinful  men. 

5  'Tis  finished  ! — let  the  joyful  sound 
Be  lieard  through  all  the  nations  round : 
'Tis  finished  ! — let  the  triumph  rise, 
And  swell  the  chorus  of  the  skies. 


36  CHRIST THE    ATaNEMENT* 

HYMN  50.     L.  M.     [37] 

HE  dies !  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies  I 

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

A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground : 
Come,  saints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  two, 

For  him  who  groaned  beneath  your  load : 
He  shed  a  thousand  drops  for  you, 

A  thousand  drops  of  richer  blood, 

2  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree, 
The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  man  I 

But  lo !  what  sudden  joys  we  see: 

Jesus,  the  dead,  revives  again! 
The  rishig  God  forsakes  the  tomb  ; 

(In  vain  the  tomb  forbids  his  rise  ;) 
Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 

And  shout  him  "  Welcome  to  the  skies  T 

3  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 
How  high  your  great  Dehv'rer  reigns : 

Sing  how  he  spoil'd  the  hosts  of  hell, 
And  led  the  monster  death  in  chains  I 

Say,  "  Live  for  ever,  wond'rous  King  ! 
Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save!"' 

Then  ask  the  monster,    "  Where's  thy  sting  T 
And,  "  Where's  thy  victory,  boasting  grave  1" 

HYMN  51.     L.  M.     [354] 

NOW  let  our  mournful  songs  record 
The  dying  sorrows  of  our  Lord, 
When  he  complained  in  tears  and  blood, 
As  one  forsaken  of  his  God. 

2  The  Jews  beheld  him  thus  forlorn. 
And  shook  their  heads  and  laughed  in  scorn ; 
"  He  rescued  others  from  the  grave, 
Now  let  him  try  himself  to  save." 


CHRIST THE    ATONEMENT.  37 

3  But  God,  his  Father,  heard  his  cry  ; 
Rais'd  from  the  dead,  he  reigns  on  high ; 
The  nations  learn  his  righteousness, 
And  hunihle  sinners  taste  his  grace. 

HYMN  52.     L.  M.     [38] 

YE  faithful  souls,  who  Jesus  know, 

If  ris'n  indeed  with  him  ye  are, 
Superior  to  the  joys  helow, 

His  resurrection's  power  declare. 

2  Your  faith  by  holy  tempers  prove. 
By  actions  show  your  sins  forgiven ; 

And  seek  the  glorious  things  above. 
And  follow  Christ  your  head  to  heaven. 

3  There  your  exalted  Saviour  see, 
Seated  at  God's  right  hand  again, 

In  all  his  Father's  majesty. 
In  everlasting  pomp  to  reign. 

4  To  him  continu'lly  aspire, 
Contending  for  your  native  place  ; 

And  emulate  the  angel  choir, 
And  only  live  to  love  and  praise. 

5  For  wiio  by  faith  your  Lord  receive. 
Ye  nothing  vseek  or  want  beside; 

Dead  t  >  the  world  and  sin  ye  live. 
Your  creature  love  is  crucified. 

6  Your  real  life  with  Christ  conceal'd, 
Deep  in  the  father's  bosom  lies  ; 

And  glorious  as  your  Head  reveal'd. 
Ye  soon  shall  meet  him  in  the  skies. 

HYMN  53.     C.  M.     [320] 

YE  liumble  souls  that  seek  the  Lord, 
Chase  all  your  fears  away  ; 


38  CHRIST THE    ATONEMENT. 

And  bow  with  rapture  down  to  see 
The  place  where  Jesus  lay. 

2  Thus  low  the  Lord  of  Life  was  brought ; 
Such  wonders  love  can  do : 

Thus  cold  in  death  that  bosom  lay, 
Which  throbbed  and  bled  for  you. 

3  But  raise  your  eyes  and  tune  your  songs, 
The  Saviour  lives  again ; 

Not  all  the  bolts  and  bars  of  death 
The  Conqueror  could  detain. 

4  High  o'er  the  angelic  bands  he  rears 
His  once  dishonor'd  head ; 

And  thro'  unnumber'd  years  he  reigns, 
Who  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

5  With  joy  like  his  shall  every  saint 
His  vacant  tomb  survey  ; 

Then  rise,  with  his  ascending  Lord, 
To  realms  of  endless  day. 

HYMN  54.     C.  M.     [413] 

THERE  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood, 

Dra\'\  n  from  Immanuel's  veins  ; 
And  sinners,  plung'd  beneath  that  flood. 

Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoic'd  to  see 
That  fountain  in  his  day  ; 

And  there  have  T,  as  vile  as  he, 
Wash'd  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Dear,  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 
Shall  never  lose  its  power, 

Till  all  the  ransom'd  church  of  God 
Be  sav'd  to  sin  no  more. 

4  Ere  since  by  faith  I  saw  the  stream, 
Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 


CHRIST THE     ATONEMENT.  39 

Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme. 
And  shall  be,  till  I  die. 

5  Then,  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I'll  sing  thy  power  to  save. 
When  this  poor  lisping,  stamm'ring  tongue 

Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 

HYMN  65.     L.  M.     [412] 

BLOOD  has  a  voice  to  pierce  the  skies  ; 
*'  Revenge,"  the  blood  of  Abel  cries ; 
But  the  dear  stream,  when  Christ  was  slain, 
Speaks  "  Peace"  as  loud  from  ev'ry  vein. 

2  Pardon  and  peace  from  God  on  high ; 
Behold,  he  lays  his  vengeance  by ; 
And  rebels,  who  deserve  his  sword. 
Become  the  fav'rites  of  the  Lord. 

3  To  Jesus  let  our  praises  rise, 
Who  gave  his  life  a  sacrifice  ; 
Now  he  appears  before  our  God, 
And  for  our  pardon  pleads  his  blood. 

HYMN  56.     S.  M.     [316] 

THIS,  this  is  He  that  came 

By  water  and  by  blood ! 
Jesus  is  our  atoning  Lamb, 

Our  sanctifying  God. 

2  See  from  his  wounded  side 
The  mingled  current  flow  ! 

The  water  and  the  blood  applied 
Shall  wash  us  white  as  snow. 

3  The  water  cannot  cleanse, 
Before  the  blood  we  feel. 

To  purge  the  guilt  of  all  our  sins, 
And  our  forsriveness  seal. 


40  CHRIST THE    ATONEMENT. 

4  But  both  in  Jesus  join, 
Who  speaks  our  sins  forgiven, 

And  gives  the  purity  divine 
That  makes  us  meet  for  heaven. 

HYMN  57.     L.  M.     [317] 

O  THOU,  whose  offering  on  the  tree 
The  legal  offerings  all  foreshow'd, 

Borrovv'd  their  whole  effect  from  thee. 
And  drew  their  virtue  from  thy  blood ; 

2  The  blood  of  goats,  and  bullocks  slain, 
Could  never  for  one  sin  atone  ; 

To  purge  the  guilty  offerer's  stain, 
Thine  was  the  work,  and  thine  alone. 

3  Vain  in  themselves  their  duties  were  ; 
Their  services  could  never  please, 

Till  joined  with  thine,  and  made  to  share 
The  merits  of  thy  righteousness. 

4  Forward  they  cast  a  faithful  look 
On  thy  approaching  sacrifice ; 

And  thence  their  pleasing  savor  took, 
And  rose  accepted  in  the  skies. 

5  Those  feeble  types,  and  shadows  old, 
Are  all  in  thee,  tlie  Truth,  fulfilFd  : 

We  in  thy  sacrifice  behold 

The  substance  of  those  rites  reveal'd. 

HYMN  58.     L.  M.     [318] 

WHEN  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 

On  which  the  Prince  of  Glory  died, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss. 

And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 
2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  1  sliould  boast, 

Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God : 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 

I  sacrifice  them  to  his  blood. 


CHRIST THE    ATONEMENT.  41 

3  See,  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingUng  down  : 

Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet, 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  7 

4  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 
That  were  a  present  far  too  small ; 

Love  so  amazing,  so  divine. 
Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 

HYMN  59.     S.  M.     [409] 

LIKE  sheep,  we  went  astray. 

And  hroke  the  fold  of  God  ; 
Each  wand'ring  in  a  different  way, 

But  all  the  downward  road. 

2  How  dreadful  was  the  hour 
When  God  our  wand'rings  laid, 

And  did  at  once  his  vengeance  pour 
Upon  the  Shepherd's  head ! 

3  How  glorious  was  the  grace 
When  Christ  sustained  the  stroke ! 

His  life  and  blood  the  Shepherd  pays 
A  ransom  for  the  flock. 

4  His  honor  and  his  breath 
Were  taken  both  aw^ay, 

Join'd  with  the  wicked  in  his  death, 
And  made  as  vile  as  they. 

5  "  I'll  give  him,"  saith  the  Lord, 
"  A  portion  witli  the  strong  ; 

He  shall  possess  a  large  reward, 
And  hold  his  honors  long." 

HYMN  60.     L.  M.     [315] 

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. 


4^  CHRIST THE    ATONEMENT. 

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,  and  appears  our  God  ! 

Behold  the  Lord  ascending  high, 
No  more  to  bleed,  no  more  to  die. 

4  Hence,  then,  forever  from  my  heart 

1  bid  juy  doubts  and  fears  depart ; 
And  to  those  hands  my  soul  resign, 
Which  bear  credentials  so  divine. 

HYMN  61.     C.  M.     [382] 

THUS  saith  the  Lord,  "  Your  work  is  vain, 

Give  your  burnt-off'rings  o'er ; 
In  dying  goats  and  bullocks  slain, 

My  soul  delights  no  more." 

2  Then  spake  the  Son,  "  My  God,  behold ! 
I'm  here  to  do  thy  will ; 

Whatever  thy  sacred  books  unfold, 
Thy  servant  shall  fulfil." 

3  And  see,  the  Saviour  blest  hath  come ! 
Th'  eternal  Son  appears  ; 

This  lowly  earth  he  makes  his  home, 
A  human  form  he  wears. 

4  No  blood  of  beasts  on  altars  shed, 
Could  wash  the  conscience  clean ; 

But  the  rich  sacrifice  he  paid, 
Atones  for  all  our  sin. 

HYMN  62.     C.  M.     [415] 

THE  Hebrew  prophet  rais'd  of  old, 

The  brazen  serpent  high ; 
And  all  the  wounded  who  behold, 

Cease  to  despond  and  die ! 


CHRIST-^THE    ATONEMENT.  43 

2  "  Look  upward  in  the  dying  hour, 
And  live,"  the  prophet  cries; 

But  Christ  exerts  a  nobler  pow'r, 
When  Faith  lifts  up  her  eyes. 

3  High  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  hung ! 
High  in  the  heav'ns  he  reigns ! 

Here  sinners,  by  th'  old  serpent  stung, 
Look  and  forget  their  pains. 

4  When  God's  own  Son  is  lifted  high, 
A  dying  world  revives ; 

The  Jew  beholds  redemption  nigh, 
Th'  expiring  Gentile  lives ! 

HYMN  63.     8s  &  7s. 

ONE  there  is,  above  all  others, 
Well  deserves  the  name  of  Friend ; 

His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 
Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end  : 
The>  who  once  his  kindness  prove, 
Find  it  everlasting  love. 

2  Which  of  all  our  friends,  to  save  us, 
Could,  or  would  have  shed  their  blood  7 

But  our  Jesus  died  to  have  us 
Reconcil'd  in  him  to  God  • 
This  is  boundless  love  indeed  ! 
Jesus  is  a  friend  in  need. 

3  When  he  liv'd  on  earth  abased, 
Friend  of  sinners  was  his  name ; 

Now  above  all  glory  raised, 
He  rejoices  in  the  same : 
Still  he  calls  them  brethren,  friends, 
And  to  all  their  wants  attends. 

4  Oh  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften ! 
Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love  ; 

We,  alas !  forget  too  often. 

What  a  Friend  we  have  above  : 


44  AWAKENING    AND    INVITING. 

But  when  home  our  souls  are  bro't, 
We  will  love  thee  as  we  ought. 


AWAKENING  AND  INVITING. 


HYMN  64.     8s,  7s  &  4s.     [39] 

COME,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy, 
Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore, 

Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
Full  of  pity,  love  and  power : 

He  is  able, 
He  is  willing,  doubt  no  more. 

2  Now,  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome, 
God's  free  bounty  glorify  ; 

True  belief  and  true  repentance, 
Every  grace  that  brings  you  nigh, 

Without  money 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ  and  buy. 

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, 
'Tis  the  Spirit's  glimm'ring  beam. 

4  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. 


AWAKENING    AND    INVITING,  45 

5  Agonizing  in  the  garden ; 

Lo  !  your  Saviour  prostrate  lies ! 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him ; 
Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies, 

"  It  is  finished," 
Sinners  will  not  this  suffice  7 

6  Lo !  the  incarnate  God  ascending, 
Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood  ; 

Venture  on  him,  venture  freely. 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude  : 

None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 

7  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  do  the  same. 

HYMN  65.    L.  M.     [415] 

"  COME,  all  ye  weary  and  unblest ; 

Ye  heavy  laden  sinners,  come ! 
From  all  your  toils  I'll  give  you  rest, 

And  raise  you  to  my  heavenly  home. 

2  "  They  shall  find  rest  who  learn  of  me; 
I'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind ; 

But  passion  rages  like  the  sea. 
And  pride  is  restless  as  the  wind. 

3  "  Bless'd  is  the  man,  whose  shoulders  take 
My  yoke,  and  bear  it  with  delight ; 

My  yoke  is  easy  to  his  neck, 

My  grace  shall  make  the  burden  light." 

4  Jesus,  we  come  at  thy  command. 
With  faith,  and  hope,  and  grateful  love : 

We  yield  our  spirits  to  thy  hand. 
To  mould  us  for  thy  house  above ! 


46  AWAKENING    AND    INVITING. 

HYMN  66.     S.  M.      [448] 

THE  Spirit's  voice  doth  break 

In  softness,  "  Sinner  come ;" 
The  bride,  the  church  of  Christ,  doth  speak 

To  all  his  children,  "  Come!" 

2  Let  him  that  heareth  say 
To  all  about  him,  "  Come !" 

Ye  souls  athirst,  come  while  you  may — 
To  Christ,  the  fountain,  come ! 

3  Yes,  whosoever  will, 
O  let  him  freely  come ; 

Come  now  to  Zion's  holy  liill. 
For  Jesus  bids  thee  come ; 

4  Lo !  Jesus,  thron'd  in  power, 
Declares,  "I  quickly  come!" 

Lord,  even  so !  I  wait  thine  hour : 
Jesus,  my  Saviour,  come ! 

HYMN  67.     L.  M. 

LIFE  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord, 
The  time  to  insure  the  great  reward ; 
And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 
The  vilest  sinner  may  return. 

2  Life  is  the  hour  that  God  hath  given 
To  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  Their  hatred  and  their  love  are  lost, 
Their  envy's  buried  in  the  dust ; 
They  have  no  share  in  all  that's  done 
Beneath  the  circuit  of  the  sun. 


AWAKENING     AND    INVITING.  47 

5  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. 

HYMN  68.     C.  M. 

THOU  Son  of  God,  w^hose  flaming  eyes 

Our  inmost  thoughts  perceive, 
Accept  the  evening  sacrifice, 

Which  now  to  thee  we  give. 

2  We  bow  before  thy  gracious  throne, 
And  think  ourselves  sincere ; 

But  show  us,  Lord,  is  every  one 
Thy  real  worshipper  1 

3  Is  here  a  soul  that  knows  thee  not, 
Nor  feels  his  want  of  thee  1 

A  stranger  to  the  blood  which  bought 
His  pardon  on  the  tree  7 

4  Convince  him  now  of  unbelief; 
His  desperate  state  explain : 

And  fill  his  heart  with  sacred  grief, 
And  penitential  pain. 

5  Speak  with  that  voice  which  wakes  the  dead, 
And  bid  the  sleeper  rise ! 

And  bid  the  guilty  conscience  dread 
The  death  that  never  dies. 

HYMN  69.     8  &  7s. 

DROOPING  soul,  shake  ofF  thy  fears  ; 

Fearful  soul  be  strong,  be  bold  ; 
Tarry  till  the  Lord  appears, 

Never,  never  quit  thy  hold ! 
Murmur  not  at  his  delay, 

Dare  not  set  thy  God  a  time ; 
Calmly  for  his  coming  stay, 

Leave  it,  leave  it  all  to  him. 


48  AWAKENING     AND    INVITING. 

2  Every  one  that  seeks  shall  find  ; 
Every  one  that  asks  shall  have  : 

Christ,  the  Saviour  of  mankind, 

Willing,  able,  all  to  save  ; 
I  shall  his  salvation  see ; 

I  in  faith  on  Jesus  call ; 

1  from  sin,  shall  be  set  free, 

Perfectly  set  free  from  all. 

3  Lord,  my  time  is  in  thy  hand ; 
Weak  and  helpless  as  I  am. 

Surely  thou  canst  make  me  stand ; 

I  believe  in  Jesus'  name  : 
Saviour  in  temptation  thou, 

Thou  hast  saved  me  heretofore; 
Thou  from  sin  dost  save  me  now ; 

Thou  shalt  save  me  evermore. 

HYMN  70.     L.  M. 

COME,  sinners,  to  the  gospel  feast, 
Let  every  soul  be  Jesus'  guest ; 
Ye  need  not  one  be  left  behind, 
For  God  hath  bidden  all  mankind. 

2  Sent  by  my  Lord,  on  you  I  call ; 
The  invitation  is  to  all : 

Come,  all  the  world  !  come,  sinner,  thou ! 
All  things  in  Christ  are  ready  now. 

3  Come,  all  ye  souls  by  sin  oppress'd, 
Ye  restless  wand'rers  after  rest ; 

Ye  poor  and  maim'd,  and  halt  and  blind, 
In  Christ  a  hearty  welcome  find. 

4  My  message  as  from  God  receive, 
Ye  all  may  come  to  Christ  and  live ; 
O  let  his  love  your  hearts  constrain. 
Nor  suffer  him  to  die  in  vain ! 

5  His  love  is  mighty  to  compel ; 
His  conquering  love  consent  to  feel, 


AWAKEN  iNG     AA'D     INVITING.  49 

Yield  to  his  love's  resistless  power, 
And  fight  against  your  God  no  more. 

6  See  him  set  forth  before  your  eyes, 
That  precious,  bleeding  Sacrifice ! 
His  offer'd  benefits  embrace, 

And  freely  now  be  saved  by  grace. 

7  This  is  the  time  ;  no  more  delays 
This  is  the  true  accepted  day; 
Come  in  this  moment  at  his  call, 
And  live  for  him  who  died  for  alL 

HYMN  71.     H.  M.     [41 J 

BLOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow, 

The  gladly  solemn  sound  ] 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 

To  earth's  remotest  bound ; 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home, 

2  Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 
Hath  full  atonement  made ; 

Ye  w^eary  spirits,  rest, 

Ye  mournful  souls,  be  glad ; 
Tlie  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home, 

3  Extx>l  the  Lamb  of  God, 
The  all-atoning  Lamb ; 

Redemption  in  his  blood 

Throughout  the  world  proclaim, 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinaers,  home. 

4  Ye  who  have  sold  for  nought 
Your  heritage  above, 

Shall  have  it  back  unbought. 

The  gift  of  Jesus  love ; 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  •, 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 


50  AWAKENING     AND    INVITINGT. 

5  The  gospel  trumpet  hear, 
The  news  of  heavenly  grace ; 

And,  sav'd  from  earth,  appear 
Before  your  Saviour's  face ; 

The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come ; 

Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

HYMN  72.     7s.     [42] 

SINNERS  turn,  why  will  ye  die? 
God,  your  Maker,  asks  you  why  7 
God,  who  did  3-our  being  give. 
Made  you  with  himself  to  live  ; 
He  tiie  fatal  cause  demands. 
Asks  the  work  of  his  own  hands, 
Why,  ye  thankless  creatures,  why 
Will  ye  cross  his  love  and  die  1 

2  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  7 
God,  your  Saviour,  asks  you  wdiy? 
God,  who  did  your  souls  retrieve, 
Died  himself  that  ye  might  live. 
Will  you  let  him  die  in  vain  7 
Crucify  your  Lord  again  '? 

Why,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  why 
Will  ye  slight  his  grace  and  die  7 

3  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  7 
God,  the  Spirit,  asks  you  w^hy  7 
He  who  all  your  lives  hath  strove ; 
Woo'd  you  to  embrace  his  love ; 
Will  ye  not  his  grace  receive  7 
Will  ye  still  refuse  to  live  7 
Why,  ye  long-sought  sinners,  why 
Will  you  grieve  your  God,  and  die  7 

HYMN  73.     L.  M.     [43] 

AWAKE,  Jerusalem,  awake, 
No  longer  in  thy  sins  lie  down  , 

Thy  garment  of  salvation  take. 

Thy  beauty  and  thy  strength  put  on. 


AWAKENING    AND    INVITING.  51 

2  Shake  off  the  dust  that  binds  thy  sight, 
And  hides  the  promise  from  thine  eyes ; 

Arise  and  struggle  into  light, 
The  great  Deliverer  calls,  Arise ! 

3  Shake  off  the  bands  of  sad  despair, 
Zion,  assert  thy  liberty  ; 

Look  up,  thy  broken  heart  prepare, 

And  God  shall  set  the  captive  free.  / 

4  Vessels  of  mercy,  sons  of  grace. 
Be  purg'd  from  every  sinful  stain ; 

Be  like  your  Lord,  his  word  embrace, 
Nor  bear  his  hallow'd  name  in  vain. 

HYMN  74.     L.  M. 

SINNERS,  obey  the  Gospel  word ! 
Haste  to  the  supper  of  my  Lord ; 
Be  wise  to  know  your  gracious  day ; 
All  things  are  ready,  come  away ! 

2  Ready  the  Father  is  to  own, 
And  kiss  his  late  returning  son ; 
Ready  your  loving  Saviour  stands, 
And  spreads  for  you  his  bleeding  hands. 

3  Ready  the  Spirit  of  his  Love, 
Just  now  the  stony  to  remove ; 

To  apply  and  witness  with  the  blood, 
And  wash  and  seal  the  sons  of  God. 

4  Ready  for  you  the  angels  wait, 
To  triumph  in  your  blest  estate ; 
Tuning  their  harps,  they  long  to  praise 
The  wonders  of  redeeming  grace. 

5  The  Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Are  ready  with  their  shining  host : 
All  heaven  is  ready  to  resound, 

"  The  dead's  alive !  the  lost  is  found  !" 


52  AWAKENING     AND    INVITING, 

SECOND    PART. 
HYMN  75.  L.  M. 

COME,  then,  ye  sinners,  to  the  Lord, 
In  Christ  to  paradise  restored ; 
His  protFer'd  benefits  embrace, 
The  plentitude  of  gospel  grace : 

2  A  pardon  written  with  his  blood, 
The  favor  and  the  peace  of  God ; 
Tlie  seeing  eye,  the  feehng  sense, 
The  mystic  joys  of  penitence  : 

3  The  godly  grief,  the  pleasing  smart, 
The  meltings  of  a  broken  heart ; 
Tlie  tears  that  tell  your  sins  forgiven. 
The  sighs  that  waft  your  souls  to  heaven : 

4  The  guiltless  shame,  the  sweet  distress, 
Th'  unutterable  tenderness ; 

The  genuine,  meek  humility ; 

The  wonder,  "  Why  such  love  to  me  !'^ 

5  Th'  overwhelming  power  of  saving  grace. 
The  sight  that  veils  the  seraphs  face ; 

The  speechless  awe  that  dares  not  move, 
And  all  the  silent  heaven  of  love. 

HYMN  76.     L.  M.     [44] 

HO !  ev'ry  one  that  thirsts,  draw  nigh ; 

'Tis  God  invites  the  fallen  race ; 
Mercy  and  free  salvation  buy, 

Buy  wane,  and  milk,  and  Gospel  grace. 

2  Come  to  the  living  waters,  come  ! 
Sinners,  obey  your  Maker's  call ; 

"  Return,  ye  weary  wand'rers,  home, 
And  find  my  grace  is  free  for  all.'^ 

3  See  from  the  Rock  a  fountain  rise  ; 
For  you  in  healing  streams  it  rolls ; 


AWAKENING    AND    INVITING.  53 

Money  ye  need  not  bring,  nor  price, 
Ye  lab'ring,  burden'd,  sin-sick  souls. 

4  Nothing  ye  in  exchange  shall  give, 
'    Leave  all  you  have,  and  are,  behind ; 
Frankly  the  gift  of  God  receive, 
Pardon  and  peace  in  Jesus  find. 

SECOND   PART. 
HYMN  77.    L.  M. 

"  WHY  seek  ye  that  which  is  not  bread, 
Nor  can  your  hungry  souls  sustain  ? 

On  ashes,  husks,  and  air  ye  feed ; 
Ye  spend  your  little  all  in  vain. 

2  "In  search  of  empty  joys  below, 
Ye  toil  with  unavailing  strife : 

Whither,  ah !  whither  would  ye  go  1 
I  have  the  words  of  endless  life. 

3  "  Hearken  to  me  with  earnest  care, 
And  freely  eat  substantial  food ; 

The  sweetness  of  my  mercy  share, 
And  taste  that  I  alone  am  good. 

4  "  I  bid  you  all  my  goodness  prove ; 
My  promises  for  all  are  free ; 

Come  taste  the  manna  of  my  love. 
And  let  your  souls  delight  in  me 

5  "  Your  willing  ear  and  heart  incline, 
My  words  believingly  receive  ; 

Q,uicken'd,  your  souls  by  faith  divine, 
An  everlasting  life  shall  live." 

HYMN  78.     7s.     [45] 

WHAT  could  your  Redeemer  do. 
More  than  he  hath  done  for  you  1 
To  procure  your  peace  with  God, 
Could  he  more  than  shed  his  blood  ? 


54  AVVAKENIIVG     AND    INVITING. 

After  all  liis  flow  of  love, 
All  his  drawings  from  above, 
Why  will  3  e  our  Lord  deny  7 
Why  will  ye  resolve  to  die? 

2  Turn,  he  cries,  ye  sinners,  turn: 
By  his  life  your  God  hath  sworn  ; 
He  would  have  you  turn  and  live, 
He  would  all  the  world  receive ; 
If  your  death  were  his  delight, 
Would  he  you  to  life  invite  7 
Would  he  ask,  beseech,  and  cry, 
Why  will  ye  resolve  to  die  7 

3  Sinners,  turn,  while  God  is  near : 
Dare  not  think  him  insincere : 
Now,  ev'n  now,  your  Saviour  stands, 
All  day  long  he  spreads  his  hands; 
Cries,  "  Ye  will  not  happy  be ; 

No,  ye  will  not  come  to  me, — 
Me,  who  life  to  none  deny ; 
Why  will  ye  resolve  to  die  7" 

4  Can  you  doubt  if  God  is  love  ? 
If  to  all  his  bowels  move  ? 

Will  you  not  his  word  receive  ? 
Will  you  not  his  oath  believe? 
See  !  your  suffering  Lord  appears ! 
Jesus  weeps ;  believe  his  tears  ! 
Mingled  with  his  blood,  they  cry, 
"  Why  will  ye  resolve  to  die?" 

HYMN  79.     C.  M.     [46] 

LET  every  mortal  ear  attend. 

And  every  heart  rejoice; 
The  trumpet  of  the  Gospel  sounds 

With  an  inviting  voice. 

2  Ho !  all  the  hungry,  starving  souls, 
That  feed  upon  the  wind, 


AWAKENIXG     AND    INVITIXG. 

And  vainly  strive  with  earthly  toys 
To  fill  an  empty  mind  ; 

3  Eternal  wisdom  hath  prepar'd 
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, 
In  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. 

HYxMN  80.     C.  M.     [47] 

SINNERS,  the  voice  of  God  regard ; 

'Tis  mercy  speaks  to-day ; 
He  calls  you  by  his  sacred  word 

From  sin's  destructive  way. 

2  Like  the  rough  sea  that  cannot  rest, 
You  live,  devoid  of  peace ; 

A  thousand  stings  within  your  breast 
Deprive  your  souls  of  easa 

3  Your  way  is  dark,  and  leads  to  death : 
Why  will  you  persevere  ] 

Can  you  in  endless  torments  breathe. 
Shut  up  in  black  despair  1 

4  Why  will  you  in  the  naked  ways 
Of  sin  and  folly  go  1 

In  pain  you  travel  all  your  days, 
To  reap  eternal  wo. 


55 


56  AWAKENING     AND    INVITING-, 

5  But  be  that  turns  to  God  shall  live. 
Through  his  abounding  grace: 

His  mercy  will  the  guih  ibrgive, 
Of  tho^e  that  seek  his  face. 

HYMN  81.     C.  M.     [47] 

TERRIBLE  thought !  shall  I  ixlone. 
Who  may  be  saved,  shall  I, 

Of  all,  alas!  whom  I  have  known, 
Through  sin  forever  die'? 

2  While  all  my  old  companions  dear. 
With  whom  I  once  did  live, 

Joyful  at  God's  right  hand  appear, 
A  blessing  to  receive — 

3  Shall  I,  amidst  a  ghastly  band, 
Dragg'd  to  tlie  judgment  seat, 

Far  on  the  left  with  horror  stand, 
My  fearful  doom  to  meetl 

4  Ah  1  no; — I  still  may  turn  and  live^ 
For  still  his  wrath  dehiys  ; 

He  now  vouchsal'es  a  kind  reprieve. 
And  oders  me  his  grace; 

5  I  will  accept  his  olTers  now  ; 
From  every  sin  depart; 

Perform  my  olt-repeated  vow, 
And  render  hiui  my  heart. 

IIY.MX  8-2.     ('.  M.     [18] 

MY  drowsy  powers  why  sleep  ye  so? 

Awake,  my  sluggivsii  soul ! 
Nothing  hath  half  thy  work  to  do, 

Yet  nothing's  half  so  dull. 
2  Go  to  the  ants  ;  for  one  poor  grain 

See  jiow  they  toil  and  strive ! 
Yet  we  who  have  a  heaven  f  obtain^ 

How  ne2:lio:ent  we  live  L 


AWAKENING     AND    INVITING.  57 

3  We,  for  whose  sake  all  nature  stands, 
And  stars  their  courses  move ; 

We,  for  whose  guard  the  angel  bands 
Come  flying  from  above. 

4  We,  for  whom  God  the  Son  came  down, 
And  labor'd  for  our  good, 

How  careless  to  secure  that  crown 
He  purchas'd  with  his  blood. 

5  Lord,  shall  we  live  so  sluggish  still, 
And  never  act  our  parts  ] 

Come,  holy  Dove,  from  th'  heavenly  hill, 
And  warm  our  frozen  hearts. 

7  Give  us  with  active  warmth  to  move. 

With  vig'rous  souls  to  rise ; 
With  hands  of  faitli,  and  wings  of  love, 

To  fly  and  take  the  prize. 

HYMN  83.  L.  M.     [49] 

THOU  boastest,  "  I  am  wise  and  rich, 
Increas'd  in  goods,  and  nothing  need  ;" 

And  dost  thou  know  thou  art  a  wretch, 
Naked  and  poor,  and  blind  and  dead. 

2  Yet  while  I  thus  rebuke  I  love ; 
My  message,  is  in  mercy  sent ; 

That  thou  may'st  my  compassion  prove, 
I  can  forgive  if  thou  repent. 

3  \\  ouldst  thou  be  truly  rich  and  wise ; 
(  ome  buy  my  gold  in  fire  well  tried ; 

My  ointment,  to  anoint  thine  eyes ; 
My  robe,  thy  nakedness  to  hide. 

4  Se?.  :it  thy  door  I  stand  and  knock  ; 
Poor  Sinner,  shall  I  wait  in  vain  1 

Quickly  thy  stubborn  heart  unlock. 
That  I  may  enter  with  my  train. 
3^ 


58  AWAKENING    AND    INVITING. 

5  Thou  canst  not  entertain  a  King, 
Unworthy  thou  of  such  a  guest ! 

But  1  my  own  provision  bring, 

To  make  thy  soul  a  heav'nly  feast. 

HYMN  84.     L.  M.     [50] 

THE  God  of  Glory  walks  his  round, 
From  day  to  day,  from  year  to  year ; 

And  warns  us  each,  with  awful  sound, 
No  longer  stand  ye  idle  here. 

2  Ye  whose  young  cheeks  are  rosy  bright, 
Whose  hands  are  strong,  whose  hearts  are 

clear. 
Waste  not  of  hope  the  morning  light; 
Ah,  fools,  why  stand  ye  idle  here? 

3  And  ye  whose  locks  of  scanty  gray 
Foretell  your  latest  travail  near  ; 

How  swiftly  liides  your  worthless  day, 
And  stand  ye  yet  so  idle  here  ? 

4  One  hour  remains,  there  is  but  one  ; 
But  many  a  shriek,  and  many  a  tear. 

Thro'  endless  years  the  guilt  must  moan, 
Of  moments  lost  and  wasted  here. 

HYMN  85.     S.  M.     [398] 

LKT  sinners  choose  the  road, 
That  leads  them  down  to  death; 

But  in  the  worship  of  my  God 
I'll  spend  my  daily  breath. 

2  My  thoughts  address  his  throne, 
When  morning  brings  the  light; 

I  seek  his  blessing  every  noon, 
And  pay  my  vows  at  night. 

3  Thou  wait  regard  my  cries, 
O  my  eternal  God. 


AWAKENING     AND     INVITlTSG.  59 

While  sinners  perish  in  surprise, 
Beneath  thine  angry  rod. 

4  Because  they  dwell  at  ease, 

And  no  sad  changes  feel, 
They  will  not  seek  thee,  Lord,  to  please, 

Nor  learn  to  do  thy  will. 

HYMN  86.     L.   M.     [412] 

THE  Saviour  lives,  no  more  to  die  ; 
The  Saviour  lives,  enthron'd  on  high: 
He  lives,  triumphant  o'er  the  grave; 
He  lives  eternally  to  save. 

2  The  Saviour  lives,  to  w^ipe  the  tear ; 
The  Saviour  lives  to  quell  all  fear  ; 
He  lives,  bright  mansions  to  prepare ; 
He  lives,  to  bring  his  servants  there. 

3  Ye  mourning  souls,  dry  up  your  tears ; 
Dismiss  your  gloomy  doubts  and  fears  ^ 
Let  cheerful  hope  your  hearts  revive, 
For  Christ,  the  Lord,  is  yet  alive. 

4  His  saints  he  loves  and  never  leaves ; 
The  contrite  sinner  he  receives  ; 
Abundant  grace  will  he  aflford, 

Till  all  are  present  with  the  Lord. 

-     HYMN  87.     L.  M.     [305] 

SINNERS,  obey  the  heavenly  call, 
Your  prison  doors  stand  open  wide ; 

Go  forth,  for  he  hath  ransom'd  all. 
For  every  soul  of  man  hath  died. 

2  Tis  his  the  drooping  soul  to  raise, 

To  rescue  all  by  sin  opprest, 
To  clothe  them  with  the  robes  of  praise 

And  give  their  weary  spirits  rest : 


60  PEMTEIVTTAL. 

3  To  help  their  grovelling  unbelief, 
Beauty  for  ashes  to  confer, 

Tlie  oil  of  joy  for  abject  grief, 
Ti-iumphant  joy  for  sad  despair  ; 

4  To  make  them  trees  of  righteousness. 
The  planting  of  tlie  Lord  below, 

To  spread  the  honor  of  his  grace, 
And  on  to  full  perfection  grow. 

HYMN  88.     S.  M.     [360J 

COME  to  the  house  of  prayer, 

O  thou  afflicted,  come; 
The  God  of  peace  shall  meet  thee  there ; 

He  makes  that  hoivse  his  home. 

2  Come  to  the  Ixiuse  of  pmise, 
Ye  who  are  happy  now ; 

In  sweet  accord  your  voices  raise 
In  kindred  homage  boAV. 

3  Ye  aged,  hillier  come, 
For  ye  have  felt  his  love; 

Soon  shall  your  trembling  tongues  be  dumb, 
Your  lips  forget  to  move. 

4  Ye  young,  ]>efore  his  throne, 
Come,  bow  ;  your  v^oices  raise ; 

Let  not  your  hearts  his  praise  disown 
Wlio  gives  the  power  to  praise. 


PENITEXTIAL. 


HYMN  81>.    L.  M.     [51] 

JESUS,  the  sinner's  friend,  to  thee, 
Lost  and  undone,  for  aid  I  flee : 
Weary  of  earth,  myself,  and  sin ; 
Open  thine  arms,  and  take  me  in. 


PENITENTIAL.  61 

2  Pity  and  heal  my  sin-sick  soul ; 
'Tis  tiiou  alone  canst  make  me  whole ; 
Fall'n,  till  in  me  thine  image  siiine, 
And  lost  I  am  till  thou  art  mine. 

3  At  last  I  own  it  cannot  be, 
That  I  should  fit  myself  for  thee : 
Here,  then,  to  thee  I  all  resign ; 
Thine  is  the  work,  and  only  tiiine. 

4  What  shall  I  say,  thy  grace  to  move  ? 
Lord,  I  am  sin, — but  thou  art  love : 

1  give  up  every  plea  beside, 

"Lord,  I  am  lost — but  thou  hast  died." 

HYMN  90.     S.  M.     [51] 

AND  can  I  yet  delay, 

My  litde  all  to  give,7 
To  tear  my  soul  from  earth  away, 

For  Jesus  to  receive  ? 

2  Nay,  but  I  yield,  I  yield ! 
T  can  hold  out  no  more : 

I  sink,  by  dying  love  compell'd, 
And  o\vn  Thee  conqueror ! 

3  Though  late,  I  all  forsake, 
My  friends,  my  all  resign  ; 

Gracious  Redeemer,  take,  O  take, 
And  seal  me  ever  thine! 

4  Come,  and  possess  me  whole. 
Nor  hence  again  remove: 

Settle  and  fix  my  wav'ring  soul 
With  all  thy  weight  of  love. 

5  My  one  desire  be  this, 
Thy  only  love  to  know ; 

To  seek  and  taste  no  other  bliss, 

No  other  good  below. 


62  PENITENTIAL. 

6  My  life,  my  portion  thou, 

Thou  all  sufficient  art ; 
My  hope,  my  heavenly  treasure,  now, 

Enter  and  keep  my  heart. 

HYMN  91.     C.  M.     [52] 

WHEN  thou,  O  Lord,  shalt  stand  disclos'd 

In  majesty  severe, 
And  sit  in  judgment  on  my  soul, 

O  how  shall  I  appear ! 

2  Oh,  may  my  hroken,  contrite  heart, 
Timely  my  sins  lament ; 

And  early,  with  repentant  tears. 
Eternal  wo  prevent. 

3  Behold  the  sorroAvs  of  my  heart, 
Ere  yet  it  he  too  late ; 

And  hear  my  Saviours  dying  groan. 
To  give  those  vsorrows  weiglit ! 

4  For  never  shall  my  soul  despair, 
Her  pardon  to  secure  ; 

Wlio  knows  thine  only  son  hath  died, 
To  make  that  pardon  sure. 

HYMN  92.     L.  M.     [53] 

OH,  for  a  glance  of  heavenly  day. 
To  take  this  stuhborn  heart  away ; 
And  thaw,  with  beams  of  love  divine, 
This  heart,  this  frozen  heart  of  mine ! 

2  The  rocks  can  rend  ;  the  earth  can  quake ; 
Tlie  seas  can  roar ;  the  mountains  shake  : 
Of  feeling,  all  things  show  some  sign. 

But  tliis  unfeeling  heart  of  mine. 

3  To  hear  the  .sorrows  thou  hast  felt, 
O  Lord,  an  adamant  would  melt : 
But  I  can  read  each  moving  line, 
And  nothing  moves  this  heart  of  mine. 


PENITENTIAL. 

4  Thy  judgments  too,  unmov'd  I  hear, 
(Amazing  thought!)  which  devils  fear: 
Goodness  and  wrath  in  vam  combme 
To  stir  this  stupid  heart  of  mine  ! 

5  But  something  yet  can  do  the  deed  ; 
And  that  blest  something  much  I  need : 
Thy  Spirit  can  from  dross  refine, 

And  melt  and  change  this  heart  of  mme. 

HYMN  93.     C.  M.     [53] 

STILL,  for  thy  loving  kindness,  Lord, 
I  in  thy  temple  wait : 

1  look  to  find  thee  in  thy  word 

Or  at  thy  table  meet. 

2  I  wait  my  vigor  to  renew, 
Thine  image  to  retrieve  ; 

The  veil  of  outward  things  pass  through, 
And  gasp  in  thee  to  live. 

3  I  work ;  and  own  the  labor  vain  ; 
And  thus  from  works  I  cease ; 

I  strive ;  and  see  my  fruitless  pam, 
Till  God  create  my  peace. 

4  Fruitless,  till  thou  thyself  impart 
Must  all  my  efforts  prove ; 

They  cannot  change  a  smful  heart ; 
They  cannot  purchase  love. 

5  I  do  the  thing  thy  laws  enjoin, 
And  then  the  strife  give  o'er  ; 

To  thee  I  then  the  whole  resign, 
I  trust  in  means  no  more. 

HYMN  94.     L.  M.     [54] 

SHOW  pity,  Lord;  O  Lord,  forgive ; 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live ; 


63 


64  FKNITENTIAL. 

Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  1 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee  1 

2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  don't  surpass 
The  power  and  glory  of  thy  grace ; 
Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
So  let  thy  pard'ning  love  be  found. 

3  O,  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 
And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean ; 
Here,  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  condemn'd,  but  thou  art  clear. 

5  Should  sudden  vengeance  seize  my  breath, 

1  must  pronounce  tiiee  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  hov'ring  round  thy  word, 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there. 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 

HYMN  95.     L.  M.     [.55] 

LIGHT  of  the  Gentile  world  appear, 
Command  the  blind  thy  rays  to  see : 

Our  darkness  chase,  our  sorrows  cheer. 
And  set  the  plaintive  prisoner  free. 

2  Me,  me,  who  still  in  darkness  sit, 
Shut  up  in  sin  and  unbelief; 

Deliver  from  this  gloomy  pit, 

This  dungeon  of  despairing  grief 

3  Open  mine  eyes,  the  Lamb  to  know. 
Who  bears  the  gen'ral  sin  away  ; 


PENITENTIAL.  65 

And  to  my  ransomed  spirit  show, 
The  glories  of  eternal  day. 

[lYMN  96.     L.  M.     [55] 

O  THOU,  whom  once  they  flocked  to  hear, 
Thy  words  to  hear,  thy  power  to  feel ; 

Suffer  the  sinners  to  draw  near, 
And  graciously  receive  us  still. 

2  They  that  be  whole,  thyself  hast  said, 
No  need  of  a  physician  have  ; 

But  I  am  sick,  and  want  thine  aid. 
And  wait  thine  utmost  pow'r  to  save. 

3  Thy  pow'r  and  truth,  and  love  divine. 
The  same  from  age  to  age  endure : 

A  word,  a  gracious  word  of  thine. 
The  most  invet'rate  plague  can  cure. 

4  Helpless,  howe'er  my  spirit  lies, 
And  long  hath  languish'd  at  the  pool ; 

A  word  of  tliine  shall  make  it  rise, 
And  speak  me  in  a  moment  whole. 

5  Eighteen,  or  eight  and  thirty  years, 
Or  thousands  are  alike  to  thee : 

Soon  as  thy  pard  ning  grace  appears, 
My  plague  is  gone ;  my  heart  is  free. 

6  Make  this  the  blest  accepted  hour  ! 
Come,  O  my  soul's  Physician,  thou ! 

Display  thy  sanctifying  power, 
And  show  me  thy  salvation  now. 

HYMN  97.     S.  M.     [56] 

AH !  whither  should  I  go, 

Burden'd,  and  sick,  and  faint  I 
To  whom  should  I  my  troubles  show 

And  pour  out  my  complaint  1 


66  PENITENTIAL. 

My  Saviour  bids  me  come, 

All !  why  do  I  delay  ? 
He  calls  the  weary  sinner  home, 

And  yet  from  him  I  stay  ! 

2  What  is  it  keeps  me  back, 
From  which  I  cannot  part  1 

Which  will  not  let  the  Saviour  take 

Possession  of  my  heart ! 
Some  cursed  thing  unknow^n, 

Must  surely  lurk  within  ; 
Some  idol  wdiich  I  will  not  own, 

Some  secret  bosom  sin. 

3  Jesus,  the  hindrance  show, 
Which  I  have  fear'd  to  see ; 

And  let  me  now  consent  to  know 
What  keeps  me  back  from  thee : 

Searcher  of  liearts  in  mine 
Thy  trying  pow'r  display  ; 

Into  its  darkest  corners  shine, 
And  take  the  veil  away. 

4  I  now  believe  in  thee 
Compassion  reigns  alone ; 

According  to  my  faith,  to  me 

O  let  it,  Lord,  be  done  ! 
In  me  is  all  the  bar. 

Which  thou  wouldst  fain  remove ; 
Remove  it,  and  I  shall  declare 

That  God  is  only  love. 

HYMN  98.     L.  M.     [57] 

MY  sufferings  all  to  thee  are  known, 
Tempted  in  every  point  like  me  ; 

Regard  my  grief,  regard  thy  own ; 
Jesus,  remember  Calvary. 

2  Oh,  call  to  mind  thy  earnest  prayers ! 
Thy  agony  and  sweat  of  blood ! 


PENITENTIAL.  67 

Thy  strong  and  bitter  cries  and  tears : 
Thy  mortal  groan,  "  My  God !  my  God !" 

3  Thou  wilt  not  break  a  bruised  reed, 
Or  quench  the  smallest  spark  of  grace. 

Till  thro'  the  soul  thy  pow'r  is  spread, 
Thy  all  victorious  righteousness. 

4  The  day  of  small  and  feeble  things, 
I  know  thou  never  wilt  despise  ; 

1  know,  with  healing  in  his  wings. 

The  Sun  of  righteousness  shall  rise. 

HYMN  99.     L.  M.     [58] 

WHEREWITH,  O  Lord,  shall  I  draw  near, 
And  bow  myself  before  thy  face? 

How  in  thy  purer  eyes  appear  ? 

What  shall  I  bring  to  gain  thy  grace  ? 

2  Will  gifts  delight  the  Lord  Most  High  7 
Will  multipli'd  oblations  please  7 

Thousands  of  rams  his  favor  buy ; 
Or  slaughter'd  hecatombs  appease  7 

3  Can  these  avert  the  wrath  of  God  1 
Can  these  wash  out  my  guilty  stain  ? 

Rivers  of  oil,  and  seas  of  blood, 
Alas !  they  all  must  flow  in  vain. 

4  Whoe'er  to  thee  themselves  approve 
Must  take  the  path  thyself  hast  show'd : 

Justice  pursue,  and  mercy  love. 

And  humbly  walk  by  faith  with  God. 

5  But  though  my  life  henceforth  be  thine, 
Present  for  past  can  ne'er  atone  ; 

Though  I  to  thee  the  whole  resign, 
I  only  give  thee  back  thine  o^yn, 


68  PENITENTIAL. 

SECOND    PART. 

HYMN  100.     L.  M. 

WHAT  have  I  then  wherein  to  trust  1 

I  nothing  have,  I  nothing  am ; 
Excluded  is  my  every  boast, 

*I\ly  glory  swallow'd  up  in  shame. 

2  Guilty  I  stand  before  thy  face, 
On  me  I  feel  thy  wrath  abide  ; 

'Tis  just  the  sentence  should  take  place, 
'Tis  just,— but,  O,  thy  Son  hath  died  ! 

3  Jesus,  the  Lamb  of  God,  hath  bled, 
He  bore  our  sins  upon  the  tree  ; 

Beneath  our  curse  he  bow'd  his  head, 
'Tis  finish'd  !  he  hath  died  for  me ! 

4  See,  where  before  thy  throne  he  stands. 
And  pours  the  all-prevaihng  prayer ! 

Points  to  his  side,  and  lifts  his  hands, 
And  shows  that  I  am  graven  there ! 

5  He  ever  lives  for  me  to  pray ; 

He  prays  that  I  with  him  may  reign : 
Amen,  to  what  my  Lord  doth  say  ! 
Jesus,  thou  canst  not  pray  in  vain. 

HYMN  101.     L.  M.     [58] 

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  steel'd  my  stubborn  heart, 
And  still  vshook  off  my  guilty  fears  ; 

And  vex'd,  and  urged  thee  to  depart. 
For  many  long  rebellious  years  : 


PENITENTIAL.  69 

3  Though  I  have  most  unfaithful  been, 
Of  all  who  e'er  thy  grace  receiv'd  ! 

Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  seen  ; 
Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  griev'd ; 

4  Yet,  O !  the  chief  of  sinners  spare. 
In  honour  of  my  great  High  Priest ; 

Nor  in  thy  righteous  anger  swear 
T'  exclude  me  from  thy  people's  rest. 

5  This  only  wo  I  deprecate ; 
This  only  plague  I  pray  remove ; 

Nor  leave  me  in  my  lost  estate  ; 

Nor  curse  me  with  this  want  of  love. 

6  Now,  Lord,  my  weary  soul  release. 
Upraise  me  with  thy  gracious  hand, 

And  guide  into  thy  perfect  peace, 
And  bring  me  to  the  promis'd  land. 

HYMN  102.     C.  M. 

0  THAT  I  could  my  Lord  receive, 
Who  did  the  world  redeem  ; 

Who  gave  his  life  that  I  might  live, 
A  life  conceal'd  in  him ! 

2  O  that  I  could  the  blessing  prove, 
My  heart's  extreme  desire  ! 

Live  happy  in  my  Saviour's  love, 
And  in  his  arms  expire  ! 

3  Mercy  I  ask  to  seal  my  peace. 
That,  kept  by  mercy's  power, 

1  may  from  every  evil  cease, 

And  never  grieve  thee  more. 

4  Now,  if  thy  gracious  will  it  be, 
E'en  now  my  sins  remove. 

And  set  my  soul  at  liberty 
By  thy  victorious  love. 


70  PENITENTIAL. 

5  In  answer  to  ten  thousand  prayers, 
Thou  pard'ning  God,  descend  : 

Number  me  with  salvation's  heirs, 
My  sins  and  troubles  end. 

6  Nothing  I  ask  or  want  beside, 
Of  all  in  earth  or  heaven : 

But  let  me  feel  thy  blood  applied, 
And  live  and  die  forgiven. 

HYMN  103.     C.  p.  M. 

0  LOVE  divine,  how  sweet  thou  art ! 
When  shall  I  fmd  my  willing  heart 

All  taken  up  by  thee  ] 

1  thirst,  I  faint,  I  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,  the  breadth,  and  height. 

3  God  only  knows  the  love  of  God, 
O  that  it  now  were  slied  abroad 

In  this  ]  oor  stony  heart ! 
For  love  I  sigh,  for  love  I  pine; 
This  only  portioii,  Lord,  be  mine ! 

Be  mine  this  better  part ! 

4  O,  that  I  could  for  ever  sit. 
With  ^hu•y  at  the  Master's  feet ; 

Be  this  my  happy  choice  ; 
My  only  care,  delight  and  bliss, 
My  joy,  my  heaven  on  earth  be  this, 

To  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice  ! 

5  O,  that  I  could  with  favor'd  John, 
Recline  my  weary  head  upon 


PENITENTIAL.  71 

The  dear  Redeemer's  breast : 
From  care  and  sin,  and  sorrow  free, 
Give  me,  O  Lord,  to  find  in  thee, 

My  everlasting  rest ! 

HYMN  104.     C.  M.     [61] 

WHY  should  the  children  of  a  King 

Go  mourning  all  their  days  ? 
Great  Comforter,  descend  and  bring 

The  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

2  Dost  thou  not  dwell  in  all  thy  saints, 
And  seal  the  heirs  of  heaven  ? 

When  wilt  thou  banish  my  complaints, 
And  show  my  sins  forgiven  1 

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  Tliou  art  the  earnest  of  his  love, 
The  pledge  of  joys  to  come ; 

May  thy  bless'd  wings,  celestial  Dove, 
Safely  convey  me  home  ! 

imiN  105.     C.  M. 

GOD  is  in  this  and  every  place ! 

But  O,  how  dark  and  void ; 
To  me  'tis  one  great  wilderness, 

This  earth  without  my  God. 

2  Empty  of  Him  who  all  things  fills. 
Till  he  his  light  impart ; 

Till  he  his  glorious  self  reveals. 
The  veil  is  on  my  heart ! 

3  O  thou  who  seest  and  know'st  my  grief. 
Thyself  unseen,  unknown  ; 

Pity  my  helpless  unbelief, 
And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 


72  PENITENTIAL. 

4  Regard  me  with  a  gracious  eye, 
The  long-sought  blessing  give ; 

And  bid  me,  at  the  point  to  die, 
Behold  thy  face  and  live. 

5  A  darker  soul  did  never  yet 
Tliy  promis'd  help  implore : 

O,  that  I  now  my  Lord  might  meet, 
And  never  lose  him  more  ! 

6  Now,  Jesus,  now  the  father's  love 
Shed  in  my  heart  abroad ; 

The  middle  wall  of  sin  remove. 
And  let  me  in  to  God. 

HYMN  106.      8s. 

ENCOMPASS'D  with  clouds  of  distress, 
Just  ready  all  hope  to  resign  ; 

1  pant  for  the  light  of  thy  face. 

And  fear  it  will  never  be  mine  ; 
Dishearten'd  with  v^^aiting  so  long, 

I  sink  at  thy  feet  with  my  load  ; 
All-plaintive  I  pour  out  my  song 

And  stretch  forth  my  hands  unto  God. 

2  Shine,  Lord,  and  my  terror  shall  cease  ; 
The  blood  of  atonement  apply  ; 

And  lead  me  to  Jesus  for  peace, 
The  rock  that  is  higher  than  I ; 

Speak,  Saviour,  for  sweet  is  thy  voice, 
Thy  presence  is  fair  to  behold ; 

Attend  to  my  sorrows  and  cries, 
My  groanings  that  cannot  be  told. 

3  If  sometimes  I  strive,  as  I  mourn, 
My  hold  on  thy  promise  to  keep ; 

The  billows  more  fiercely  return, 
And  plunge  me  again  in  the  deep. 

While  harass'd  and  cast  from  thy  sight. 
The  tempter  suggests  with  a  roar, 


PENITENTIAL.  73 

"  The  Lord  has  forsaken  thee  quite, 
Thy  God  will  be  gracious  no  more." 

4  Yet,  Lord,  if  thy  love  has  design  d 

No  covenant  blessing  for  me, 

Ah,  tell  me,  how  is  it  I  find 

Some  pleasure  in  waiting  for  thee  ? 

Almighty  to  rescue  thou  art ; 

Thy  grace  is  my  shield  and  my  tow'r : 

Come  succor  and  gladden  my  heart, 

Let  this  be  the  day  of  thy  power. 

HYMN  107.     K  M.     [62] 

LORD  Jesus,  when,  when  shall  it  be. 
That  1  no  more  shall  break  with  thee  1 
When  will  this  war  of  passion  cease, 
And  my  free  vsoul  enjoy  thy  peace  7 

2  Here  I  repent  and  sin  again  ; 
Now  I  revive,  and  now  am  slain : 
Slain  with  the  same  luihappy  dart, 
Which,  oh,  too  often  wounds  my  heart. 

3  O,  Saviour,  when,  when  shall  I  be 
A  garden  seal'd  to  all  but  thee  ] 

No  more  expos'd,  no  more  undone ; 
But  live  and  grow  to  thee  alone  ? 

4  Guide  thou,  O  Lord,  guide  thou  my  course, 
And  draw  me  on  with  thy  sweet  force ; 

Still  make  me  walk,  still  make  me  tend. 
By  thee,  my  way,  to  thee,  my  end ! 

HYMN  lOS.     L.  M.     [63] 

THOU  man  of  griefs,  remember  me, 

Who  never  canst  thyself  forget ; 
Thy  last  mysterious  agony. 

Thy  fainting  pangs  and  bloody  sweat ! 
2  Father,  if  I  may  call  thee  so, 

Regard  my  fearful  heart's  desire ; 


74  PE-NITENTIAL. 

Remove  thi»  load  of  guilty  wo, 
Nor  let  me  in  my  sins  expire ! 

3  I  tremble,  lest  the  wrath  divine, 
Which  bruises  now  my  wretched  soul,. 

Should  bruise  this  wretched  soul  of  mine 
Long  as  eternal  ages  roll. 

4  I  deprecate  that  death  alone, 

That  endless  banishment  from  thee  : 
O,  save,  and  give  me  to  thy  Son, 

Who  trembled,  wept  and  bled  for  mev 

HYMN  109.     L.  M. 

JESUS;  thy  far-extended  fame, 
My  drooping  soul  exults  to  hear ; 

Thy  name,  thy  all-restoring  name, 
Is  music  in  a  vsinner's  ear. 

2  Sinners  of  old  thou  didst  receive, 
With  comfortable  words,  and  kind, 

Their  sorrows  cheer,  their  wants  relieve. 
Heal  the  diseas'd,  and  cure  the  blind. 

3  And  art  thou  not  the  Saviour  still. 
In  every  place  and  age  the  same  7 

Hast  thou  forgot  thy  gracious  skill. 
Or  lost  the  virtue  of  thy  name  7 

4  Faith  in  thy  changeless  name  I  have^ 
The  good,  the  kiud  Physician,  thou- 

Art  able  now  our  souls  to  save, 
Art  willing  to  restore  them  now. 

SECOND    PART. 

HYMN  110.    L.  M. 

THOUGH  eighteen  hundred  years  are  past 
Since  thou  didst  in  the  flesh  appear ; 


PENITENTIAL.  75 

Thy  tender  mercies  ever  last, 

And  still  thy  healing  power  is  here. 

2  Wouldst  thou  the  body's  health  restore, 
And  not  regard  the  sin-sick  soul  1 

The  sin-sick  soul  thou  lov'st  much  more, 
And  surely  thou  wilt  make  it  whole. 

3  All  my  disease,  my  every  sin, 
To  thee,  O  Jesus,  I  confess : 

In  pardon,  Lord,  my  cure  begin, 
And  perfect  it  in  holiness. 

4  That  token  of  thine  utmost  good, 
Now,  Saviour,  now,  on  me  bestow ; 

And  purge  my  conscience  with  thy  blood, 
And  wash  my  nature  white  as  snow. 

HYMN  111.     S.  M.     [448] 

DID  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep. 

And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry  1 
Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 

Burst  forth  from  every  eye. 

2  The  Son  of  God  in  tears. 
The  wondering  angels  see ! 

Be  thou  astonished,  O  my  soul! 
He  shed  those  tears  for  thee. 

3  He  wept  that  we  might  weep — 
Each  sin  demands  a  tear ; 

In  heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found. 
And  there's  no  weeping  there. 

HYMN  112.     S.   M. 

AND  wilt  thou  yet  be  found, 

And  may  I  still  draw  near  1 
Then  listen  to  the  plaintive  sound 

Of  a  poor  sinner's  prayer. 
2  Jesus,  thine  aid  afford, 

If  still  the  same  thou  art, 


76  PENITENTIAL. 

To  thee  I  look,  to  thee,  my  Lord  I 
Lift  up  a  helpless  heart. 

3  Thou  seest  my  troubled  breast, 
The  strugglings  of  my  will, 

The  foes  that  interrupt  my  rest, 
The  agonies  I  feel. 

4  The  daily  death  I  prove, 
Saviour,  to  thee,  is  known  : 

'Tis  worse  than  death  my  God  to  love, 
And  not  my  God  alone. 

5  O,  my  offended  Lord, 
Restore  my  inward  peace, 

1  know  thou  canst ;  pronounce  the  word, 

And  bid  the  tempest  cease ! 

6  I  long  to  see  thy  face, 
Thy  Spirit  I  implore, 

The  living  water  of  thy  grace, 
That  I  may  thirst  no  more. 

HYMN   113.     C.  M.     [65] 

O  FOR  that  tenderness  of  heart 

Wliich  bows  before  the  Lord  ; 
Acknowledging  how  just  tliou  art, 

And  trembUng  at  thy  word  ! 
O,  for  those  humble,  contrite  tears, 

Which  from  repentance  flow : 
That  consciousness  of  guilt,  which  fears 

The  long-suspended  blow ! 

2  Saviour,  to  me,  in  pity  give 
The  sensible  distress  ; 

The  pledge,  thou  wilt,  at  last  receive, 

And  bid  me  die  in  peace : 
Wilt  from  the  dreadful  day  remove, 

Before  the  evil  come ; 
My  spirit  hide  with  saints  above, 

My  body  in  the  tomb. 


PENITENTIAL.  77 

HYMN  114.     S.  M.     [65] 

O  THAT  I  could  repent, 

With  all  my  idols  part ; 
And  to  thy  gracious  eye  present 

An  humble,  contrite  heart : 

2  A  heart  with  grief  opprest, 
For  having  griev'd  my  God : 

A  troubled  heart  that  cannot  rest. 
Till  sprinkled  with  thy  blood. 

3  Jesus,  on  me  bestow 
The  penitent  desire ! 

With  true  sincerity  of  woe, 
My  aching  breast  inspire ; 

4  With  soft'ning  pity  look. 
And  melt  my  hardness  down : 

Strike  with  thy  love's  resistless  stroke, 
And  break  this  heart  of  stone  ! 

HYMN  115.     C.   M.     [66] 

LET  the  redeem'd  give  thanks  and  praise 

To  a  forgiving  God  ! 
My  feeble  voice  I  cannot  raise, 

Till  wash'd  in  Jesus'  blood. 

2  Till  at  thy  coming  from  above, 
My  mountain  sin  depart, 

And  fear  gives  place  to  filial  love, 
And  peace  o'erflows  my  heart. 

3  Pris'ner  of  hope,  I  still  attend 
Th'  appearance  of  my  Lord, 

These  endless  doubts  and  fears  to  end, 
And  speak  my  soul  restor'd  : 

4  Restor'd  by  reconciling  grace, 
With  present  pardon  blest ; 

And  fitted  by  true  holiness 
For  my  eternal  rest. 


78  PENITENTIAL. 

5  The  peace  which  man  can  ne'er  conceive, 

The  love  and  joy  unknown, 
Now,  Father,  to  thy  servant  give, 

And  ckujn  me  for  thine  own. 

HYMN  116.     S.  M. 

WHEN  shall  thy  love  constrain, 

And  force  me  to  thy  breast '? 
When  shall  my  soul  return  again 

To  her  eternal  rest  7 

2  Ah  !  what  avails  my  strife, 
My  wandering  to  and  fro  1 

Thou  hast  the  words  of  endless  life : 
Ah  !  whither  shoidd  I  go  ] 

3  Thy  condescending  grace 
To  me  did  freely  move ; 

It  calls  me  still  to  seek  thy  face, 
And  stoops  to  ask  my  love. 

4  Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  fall, 
I  groan  to  be  set  free : 

I  fain  would  now  obey  the  call, 
And  give  up  all  for  thee. 

5  To  rescue  me  from  woe, 
Thou  didst  with  all  things  part ; 

Didst  lead  a  suffering  life  below, 
To  gain  my  worthless  heart. 

6  My  worthless  heart  to  gain, 
The  God  of  all  that  breathe. 

Was  found  in  fashion  as  a  man. 

And  died  a  cursed  death. 

HYMN  117.     C.  M. 
LORD,  I  approach  the  mercy  seat, 

Where  thou  dost  answer  prayer ; 
There  humbly  fall  before  thy  feet, 

l^r  none  can  perish  tliere. 


PENITENTIAL.  79 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea ; 
With  this  I  venture  nigh  ; 

Thou  callest  burdened  souls  to  thee, 
And  such,  O  Lord,  am  I. 

3  Bowed  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin, 
By  Satan  sorely  pressed, 

By  war  without,  and  fear  within, 
I  come  to  thee  for  rest. 

4  Be  thou  my  shield  and  hiding-place^ 
That,  shelter'd  near  thy  side, 

i  may  my  tierce  accuser  face, 
And  tell  him  thou  hast  died. 

5  O,  wondrous  love  ! — to  bleed  and  die, 
To  bear  the  cross  and  shame. 

That  guilty  sinners  such  as  I, 
Might  plead  thy  gracious  name, 

HYMN  118.     L.  p.  M. 

WOULD  Jesus  have  the  sinner  die  1 
Why  hangs  he  then  on  yonder  tree  ? 

What  means  that  strange  expiring  cry  1 
(Sinners  he  prays  for  you  and  me  :) 

^'  Forgive  them.  Father,  O  forgive : 

They  know  not  that  by  nie  they  live  J" 

2  Adam  descended  from  above, 
Our  loss  of  Eden  to  retrieve, 

Great  God  of  universal  love, 

If  all  the  world  throng  1 1  thee  may  liv^e, 
In  us  a  quick'ning  Spirit  be, 
And  witness  thou  hast  died  for  me  1 

3  Thou  loving,  all-atoning  Lamb^ 
Thee — by  thy  painful  agony, 

Thy  bloody  sw^eat,  thy  grief  and  shame, 

Thy  cross  and  passion  on  the  tree. 
Thy  precious  death  and  life — I  pray, 
Take  all,  take  all  my  sins  away  1 


80  FE>:rrENriAi^ 

4  O  let  me  kiss  thy  bleeding  feet, 

And  bathe  and  wash  them  with  my  tears, 
Tlie  story  of  thy  love  repeat 

In  every  drooping  sinner's  ears ; 
That  all  may  hear  tlie  quick'ning  sound, 
Since  I,  e'en  I,  have  mercy  fomid ! 

5  O  let  thy  love  my  heart  constrain, 
Thy  love  for  every  sinner  free, 

That,  every  fallen  soul  of  man 

May  taste  the  grace  that  found  out  me : 
That  all  mankind  with  me  may  prove 
Thy  sovereign,  everlasting  love ! 

HYMN  119.     L.  M.     [321] 

O  THOU  that  heai-^st  when  sinners  cry 
Tho'  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie, 
Behold  me  not  with  angrj'  look. 
But  blot  their  memoiy  from  thy  book, 

2  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  form  my  soul  averse  from  sin ; 
Let  thy  good  Spirit  ne'er  depart. 
Nor  hide  thy  presence  from  my  heart- 

3  I  cannot  live  without  tliy  liglit, 
Cast  out  and  banished  from  thy  sight : 
Thy  saving  strength,  O  Lord,  restore, 
And  guard  me  tliat  I  fall  no  more. 

4  Thoiigli  I  have  grieved  thy  vSpirit,  Lord, 
His  help  and  comfort  still  afford ; 

And  let  a  \^Tetch  come  near  thy  throne, 
To  plead  the  merits  of  tliy  Son. 

5  My  soul  lies  humbled  in  the  dust, 
And  owns  thy  dreadful  sentence  just : 
Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
And  save  the  soul  condemn'd  to  die. 


PENITENTIAL. 

HYMN  120.     L.  M.     [308] 

MY  God,  if  I  may  call  thee  mine, 

From  heaven  and  thee  removed  so  far, 

Draw  nigh  ;  thy  pitying  ear  indine, 
And  cast  not  out  my  languid  prayer. 

2  Gently  the  weak  thou  lov'st  to  lead, 
Thou  lov'st  to  prop  the  feeble  knee ; 

O  break  not  then  a  bruised  reed, 
Nor  quench  the  smoking  flax  in  me. 

3  Buried  in  sin,  thy  voice  I  hear, 
And  burst  the  barriers  of  my  tomb  ; 

In  all  the  marks  of  death  appear ; 
Forth  at  thy  call,  tho'  bound,  I  come. 

4  Give  me,  O  give  me  fully.  Lord, 
Thy  resurrection's  power  to  know ; 

Free  me,  indeed,  repeat  the  word. 
And  loose  my  bands  and  let  me  go. 

5  Fain  would  I  go  to  thee,  my  God, 
Thy  mercies  and  thy  wants  to  tell ; 

To  feel  my  pardon  seal'd  in  blood ; 
Saviour,  thy  love  I  wait  to  feel. 

HYMN  121.     S.  M.     [309] 

AH,  when  shall  I  awake 

From  sin's  soft  soothing  power : 
The  slumber  from  my  spirit  shake, 

And  rise  to  fall  no  more ! 
Awake,  no  more  to  sleep. 

But  stand  with  constant  care. 
Looking  for  God  my  soul  to  keep, 

And  watching  unto  prayer  ! 

2  O  could  I  always  pray, 

And  never,  never  faint. 
But  simply  to  my  God  display 

My  every  care  and  want ! 


81 


82  PENITENTIAL. 

1  know  that  thou  wouldst  give, 

More  than  I  can  request : 
Thou  still  art  ready  to  receive 

My  soul  to  perfect  rest. 
3  I  feel  thee  willing,  Lord, 

A  sinful  world  to  save  : 
All  may  ohey  thy  gracious  word, 

May  peace  and  pardon  have. 
Not  one  of  all  tlie  race 

But  may  return  to  thee ; 
But  at  the  throne  of  sovereign  grace 

May  fall  and  weep,  like  me. 

HYMN  122.     S.  M.     [456] 

THOU  Lord  of  all  above, 

And  all  below  the  sky, 
Prostrate  before  thy  feet  I  fall. 

And  for  thy  mercy  cry. 

2  Forgive  my  follies  past. 

The  crimes  which  I  have  done : 
O  bid  a  contrite  sinner  live, 
Througli  thine  incarnate  Son. 

3  Guilt,  like  a  heavy  load, 
Upon  my  conscience  lies  ; 

To  thee  I  make  my  sorrows  known, 
And  lift  my  weeping  eyes 

4  The  burden  which  I  feel. 
Thou  only  canst  remove  ; 

Do  thou  display  thy  pardoning  grace, 
And  thine  unbounded  love. 

HYMN  123.     C.  M. 

COME,  O  thou  all-victorious  Lord, 
Thy  power  to  us  make  known  ; 

Strike  with  the  hammer  of  thy  word, 
And  break  these  hearts  of  stone ! 


TEXITENTIAL.  83 

2  O  that  we  all  niiglit  now  begin 

Our  foolishness  to  mourn  ; 
And  turn  at  once  from  every  sin, 

And  to  our  Saviour  turn  ! 

>3  (xive  us  ourselv€s  and  thee  to  know, 

In  this  our  gracious  day  ; 
Repentance  unto  hfe  bestow, 

And  take  our  sins  away. 

4  Impoverish,  Lord,  and  then  relieve, 
And  then  enrich  the  poor ; 

Tlie  knowledge  of  our  sickness  give, 
The  knowledge  of  our  cure. 

5  That  blessed  sense  of  guilt  impart, 
And  then  remove  the  load  ; 

Trouble,  and  wash  the  troubled  heart 
In  the  atoning  blood. 

HYMN  124.     L.  M.     [306] 

TOO  strong  I  was  to  conquer  sin, 

When  'gainst  it  first  I  turned  my  face; 

Nor  knew  my  want  of  power  within. 
Nor  knew  the  om.nipotence  of  grace. 

2  In  nature's  strength  I  sought  in  vain 
For  what  my  God  refused  to  give ; 

I  could  not  then  the  mastery  gain. 
Or  lord  of  all  my  passions  live. 

3  But,  for  the  glory  of  thy  name, 
Vouchsafe  me  now  the  victory  ; 

Weakness  itself  thou  know'st  I  am. 
And  cannot  share  the  praise  with  thee. 

4  Because  I  now  can  nothing  do, 
Jesus,  do  all  the  work  alone ; 

And  bring  my  vsoul  triumphant  through, 
To  wave  its  palm  before  thy  throne. 


84 


PENITENTIAL* 


HYMN  125.     L.  M.     [338] 

O  THOU  that  hangest  on  the  tree, 
Our  curse  and  sufferings  to  remove, 

Pity  the  souls  that  look  to  thee, 
And  save  us  by  thy  dying  love. 

2  We  have  no  outward  righteousness. 
No  merits  or  good  works  to  plead  ; 

We  only  can  l)e  sav'd  by  grace  ; 
Thy  grace  will  here  be  free  indeed. 

3  Save  us  by  grace,  through  faith  alone, 
A  faith  thou  must  thyself  impart ; 

A  faith  that  would  by  works  be  shown, 
A  faith  that  purifies  the  heart. 

4  A  faith  that  doth  the  mountains  move, 
A  faith  that  shows  our  sins  forgiven, 

A  faith  that  sweetly  works  by  love, 
And  ascertains  our  claims  to  heaven. 

SECOND    PART. 

HYMN  126.     L.  M.     [338] 

CANST  thou  reject  our  dying  prayer, 
Or  cast  us  out  who  come  to  thee  ? 

Our  sins,  ah  !  wdierefore  didst  thou  bear? 
Jesus,  remember  Calvary  ! 

2  Number'd  with  the  transgressors  thou, 
Between  the  felons  crucified, 

Speak  to  our  hearts  and  tell  us  now, 
Wherefore  hast  thou  for  sinners  died  1 

3  For  us  wast  thou  not  lifted  up  7 
For  us  a  bleeding  victim  made  ] 

That  we,  the  abjects,  we  might  hope, 
Thou  hast  for  all  a  ransom  paid. 

4  Oh,  might  we  with  believing  eyes, 
Thee  in  thy  bloody  vesture  see ; 


PENITENTIAL.  85 

And  cast  us  on  thy  sacrifice  ! 
Jesus,  my  Lord,  remember  me! 

HYMN  127.     L.  M. 

WHEN,  gracious  Lord,  when  shall  it  be, 
That  I  shall  find  my  all  in  thee?^ 
The  fulness  of  thy  promise  prove ; 
The  seal  of  thy  eternal  love  ] 

2  Tliee,  only  thee,  I  fain  would  find, 
And  cast  the  world  and  flesh  behind  ; 
Thou,  only  thou  to  me  be  given. 

Of  all  thou  hast  in  earth  or  heaven. 

3  Whom  man  forsakes,  thou  wilt  not  leave, 
Ready  the  outcasts  to  receive ; 

Though  all  my  simpleness  I  own, 
And  all  my  faults  to  thee  are  known. 

4  Ah !  wherefore  did  I  ever  doubt? 
Thou  wilt  in  no  wise  cast  me  out, 
A  helpless  soul  that  comes  to  thee, 
With  only  sin  and  misery. 

5  Lord,  I  am  sick — my  sickness  cure ! 

1  want, — do  thou  em*ich  the  poor  ! 
LTnder  thy  mighty  hand  I  stoop  ; 
O  lift  the  abject  sinner  up  ! 

HYMN  128.     C.  M. 

THOU  hidden  God,  for  whom  I  groan, 

Till  thou  thyself  declare, 
God  inaccessible,  unknown; 

Regard  a  sinner's  prayer ! 
A  sinner,  w^elt'ring  in  his  blood, 

Unpiirged,  and  unforgiven : 
Far  distant  from  the  living  God, 

As  far  as  hell  from  heaven. 

2  An  unregenerate  child  of  man. 
To  thee  for  faith  I  call ; 


86  VE-NltETitl'.U 

Pity  thy  fallen  creature's  pain, 

And  raise  me  from  my  fall. 
The  darkness  which  through  thee  I  feel, 

Thou  only  canst  remove ; 
Thy  own  eternal  power  reveal, 

Thy  deity  of  love. 

3  Thou  hast  in  unbelief  shut  up. 
That  grace  may  let  me  go ; 

In  hope  believing  against  hope, 

I  wait  the  truth  to  know. 
Thou  wilt  in  me  reveal  thy  name, 

Thou  wilt  thy  liglit  afford  : 
Bound  and  oppressed,  yet  thine  I  am, 

The  prisoner  of  the  Lord. 

4  I  would  not  to  thy  foe  submit; 
I  hate  the  tyrant's  chain ; 

Send  forth  the  prisoner  from  the  pit, 

Nor  let  me  cry  in  vain  ! 
Show  me  the  blood  that  bought  my  peace, 

The  covenant  blood  apply. 
And  all  my  griefs  at  once  shall  cease, 

And  all  my  sins  shall  die. 

HYMN  129.     7s. 

JKSUS,  lover  of  my  soul, 

Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly. 
While  the  nearer  waters  roll. 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high, 
Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide. 

Till  tlie  storm  of  life  is  past; 
Safe  into  the  liaven  guide, 

O  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 ! 


JUSTIFICATION    BY     FAITH.  87 

All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stayed, 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring ; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

3  Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want; 
More  than  all  in  thee  I  find ; 

Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint. 
Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind. 

Just  and  holy  is  thy  name  ; 
I  am  all  unrighteousness ; 

False,  and  full  of  sin  I  am, 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

4  Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found, 
Grace  to  cover  all  my  sin ; 

Let  the  healing  wStreams  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. 


JUSTIFICATION  BY  FAITH. 


HYMN  130.     L.  M. 

AUTHOR  of  faith,  eternal  Word, 

Whose  Spirit  breathes  the  active  flame, 

Faith,  like  its  finisher  and  Lord, 
To-day  as  yesterday  the  same. 

2  To  thee  our  humble  hearts  aspire, 
And  ask  the  gift  unspeakable ; 

Increase  in  us  the  kindled  fire. 
In  us  the  work  of  faith  fulfil. 


88  JUSTIFICATION    BY     FAITH. 

3  By  faith  we  know  thee  strong  to  save, 
(Save  us,  a  present  Saviour  thou  !) 

Whatever  we  hope  by  faith  we  have  ; 
Future  and  past  subsisting  now. 

4  To  him  that  in  thy  name  beUeves, 
Eternal  hfe  with  thee  is  given, 

Into  himself  he  all  receives, 

Pardon,  and  holiness,  and  heaven. 

5  The  things  unknown  to  feeble  sense, 
Unseen  by  reason's  glimm'ring  ray, 

With  strong  commanding  evidence. 
Their  heavenly  origin  display. 

6  Faith  lends  its  realizing  light, 

Tlie  clouds  disperse,  the  shadows  fly, 
The  Invisible  appears  in  sight. 
And  God  is  seen  by  mortal  eye. 

HYMN  131.     S.  M.     [82] 

HOW  can  a  sinner  know 

His  sins  on  earth  forgiven  7 
How  can  my  gracious  Saviour  show 

My  name  inscribed  in  heaven  ? 

2  Wliat  we  have  felt  and  seen, 
With  confidence  we  tell ; 

And  publish  to  the  sons  of  men. 
The  signs  infallible. 

3  We  who  in  Christ  believe 
That  he  for  us  hath  died, 

We  all  his  unknown  peace  receive. 
And  feel  his  blood  applied. 

4  Exults  our  rising  soul, 
Disburthen'd  of  her  load, 

And  swells  unutterably  full 
Of  glory  and  ol  (lod. 

5  His  love  surpassing-  far 
The  love  of  all  beneath, 


JUSTIFICATION    BY     FAITH.  89 

We  find  within  our  hearts,  and  dare 
The  pointless  darts  of  death. 

6  Stronger  than  deatli  or  hell, 

The  sacred  power  w^e  prove; 
And  conqu'rors  of  the  world,  w^e  dwell 

In  heaven,  who  dwell  in  love. 

SECOND    PART. 

HYMN  132.     S.  M.     [84] 

WE  by  his  Spirit  prove, 

And  know  the  things  of  God, 
The  things  which  freely  of  his  love 

He  hath  on  us  bestow'd. 

2  His  Spir't  to  us  he  gave. 
And  dwells  in  us  we  know; 

The  witness  in  ourselves  we  have, 
And  all  its  fruits  we  show. 

3  The  meek  and  lowly  heart 
That  in  our  Saviour  was. 

To  us  his  Spirit  does  impart, 
And  signs  us  with  his  cross. 

4  Our  nature's  turn'd,  our  mind 
Transform'd  in  all  its  powers ; 

And  both  the  w^itnesses  are  join'd, 
'Lhe  Spirit  of  God  with  ours. 

5  Whate'er  our  pard'ning  Lord 
Commands,  w^e  gladly  do  ; 

And  guided  by  his  sacred  w^ord, 
We  ail  his  steps  pursue. 

HYMN  133.     C.  P.  M. 

THOU  great  mysterious  God  unknown, 
Wliose  love  hath  gently  led  me  on, 

E'en  from  my  infant  days ; 
Mine  inmost  soul  expose  to  view, 
And  tell  me  if  I  ever  knew^ 

Thy  justifying  grace. 


90  JUSTIFICATION    BY     FAITIT. 

2  If  I  had  only  known  thy  fear, 
And  followed  with  a  heart  sincere, 

Thy  drawings  from  above  ; 
Now,  now  tlie  further  grace  bestow, 
And  let  my  sprinkled  conscience  know 

Thy  sweet  forgiving  love. 

3  Short  of  thy  love  1  would  not  stop 
A  stranger  to  the  Gospel  hope, 

The  sense  of  sin  forgiven  : 

1  would  not,  Lord,  my  soul  deceive, 
Without  the  inward  witness  live, 

That  antepast  of  heaven. 

4  If  now  the  witness  were  in  me, 
Would  he  not  testify  of  thee, 

In  Jesus  reconcile  ] 
And  should  I  not  witii  faith  draw  nigh, 
And  boldly,  Abba,  Father,  cry, 

And  know  myself  thy  child  7 

5  Father,  in  me  reveal  thy  Son, 
And  to  my  inmost  vsoul  make  known 

How  merciful  thou  art: 
The  secret  of  thy  love  reveal. 
And  by  thy  hallowing  Spirit  dwell 

For  ever  in  my  heart ! 

HYMN  134.     H.  M,     [84] 

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 ; 


JUSTIFICATION     BY     FAITH.  91 

His  blood  aton'd  for  all  our  race, 

And  sprinkles  now  the  throne  of  grace. 

3  Five  bleeding  wounds  he  bears, 
Receiv'd  on  Calvary ; 

They  pour  effectual  prayers, 

They  strongly  speak  for  me  ; 
Forgive  him,  O,  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  presence  of  his  Son : 
His  spirit  answers  to  the  blood, 
And  tells  me  I  am  born  of  God. 

5  My  God  is  reconciled. 

His  pard'ning  voice  I  hear : 
He  o  ,vns  me  for  his  child, 

I  can  no  longer  fear  ; 
With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh, 
And  Father,  Abba,  Father,  cry. 

HYMN  135.     C.  M. 

GREAT  God  !  to  me  the  sight  afford. 

To  him  of  old  allow'd; 
And  let  my  faith  behold  its  Lord, 

Descending  in  a  cloud ! 

2  In  that  revealing  Spir't  come  down. 
Thine  attributes  proclaun, 

And  to  my  inmost  soul  make  known 
The  glories  of  thy  name. 

3  Jehovah,  Christ,  I  thee  adore. 
Who  gav'st  my  soul  to  be  ! 

Fountain  of  being,  and  of  power. 
And  great  in  majesty. 


92  JUSTIFICATION    BY     FAITH. 

4  The  Lord,  tlie  mighty  God  thou  art, 
But  let  me  rather  prove, 

That  name  inspoken  in  my  heart. 
That  fav'rite  name  of  Love. 

5  Merciful  God,  thyself  proclaim 
In  this  polluted  breast ; 

Mercy  is  thy  distinguish'd  name, 
And  suits  the  sinner  best. 

6  Our  mis'ry  doth  for  pity  call. 
Our  sin  implores  thy  grace ; 

And  thou  art  merciful  to  all 
Our  lost,  apostate  race. 

HYMN  136.     C.  M. 

1  ASK  the  gift  of  righteousness, 

The  sin-subduing  power ; 
Power  to  believe,  and  go  in  peace, 
And  never  grieve  thee  more. 

2  I  ask  the  blood-bought  pardon  seal'd, 
The  liberty  from  sin ; 

The  grace  infus'd,  the  love  reveal'd. 
The  kingdom  fixt  within. 

3  Thou  hear'st  me  for  salvation  pray, 
Thou  seest  my  heart's  desire ; 

Made  ready  in  thy  powerful  day. 
Thy  fulness  I  require. 

4  My  longing  soul  cries  out,  opprest, 
Impatient  to  be  freed ! 

Nor  can  I,  I^ord,  nor  will  I  rest. 
Till  I  am  sav'd  indeed. 

5  Art  thou  not  able  to  convert  ? 
Art  thou  not  willing  too. 

To  change  this  old  rebellious  heart, 
To  conquer  and  renew  ? 


JUSTIFICATION    BY    FAITH.  93 

6  Thou  canst,  thou  wilt,  I  dare  believe, 

So  arm  me  with  thy  power, 
That  I  to  sin  may  never  cleave, 

May  never  feel  it  more. 

HYMN  137.     C.  P.  M. 

O  THOU  who  hast  our  sorrows  borne, 
Help  us  to  look  on  tliee  and  mourn, 

On  thee  whom  we  have  slain ; 
Have  pierc'd  a  thousand,  thousand  times, 
And  by  reiterated  crimes 

Renew'd  thy  sacred  pain. 

2  Vouchsafe  us  eyes  of  faith  to  see 
The  man  transfix'd  on  Calvary  ! 

To  know  thee  who  thou  art, 
The  One  Eternal  God  and  True ; 
And  let  the  sight  affect,  subdue. 

And  break  my  stubborn  heart. 

3  Lover  of  souls  to  rescue  mine, 
Reveal  the  charity  divine, 

That  suffer' d  in  my  stead ! 
That  made  thy  soul  a  sacrifice, 
And  quench'd  in  death  those  flaming  eyes. 

And  bow'd  that  sacred  head. 

4  The  veil  of  unbelief  remove, 
And  by  thy  manifested  love, 

And  by  thy  sprinkled  blood, 
Destroy  the  love  of  sin  in  me. 
And  get  thyself  the  victory, 

And  bring  me  back  to  God. 

5  Now  let  thy  dying  love  constrain 
My  soul  to  love  its  God  again, 

Its  God  to  glorify  ! 
And,  lo  !  I  come  thy  cross  to  share, 
Echo  thy  sacrificial  prayer, 

And  with  my  Saviour  die. 


94  JUSTIFICATION     BY    F  4ITH. 

HYMN  138.     L.  M.     [451] 

HERE  at  thy  cross,  my  Saviour-God, 
I  lay  my  soul  beneath  thy  love ! 

0  wash  me,  Jesus,  in  thy  blood, 
And  fit  me  for  a  throne  above  ! 

2  Should  worlds  conspire  to  drive  me  hence, 
Moveless  and  firm  this  heart  should  lie ; 

Resolved,  for  that's  my  last  defence, 
If  I  must  perish,  here  to  die. 

3  But  speak,  my  Lord,  and  calm  my  fear ; 
Am  I  not  safe  beneath  thy  shade'? 

Thy  vengeance  will  not  strike  me  here, 
Nor  Satan  dare  my  soul  invade. 

4  I'm  safe,  and  nouglit  my  soul  shall  harm ; 
Thy  blood  shall  cleanse  my  guilt  away ; 

Thy  voice  each  rising  fear  shall  calm, 
And  guide  me  up  to  realms  of  day ! 

HYMN  139.     C.  M.     [381] 

1  WAITED  patient  for  the  Lord, 

He  bowed  to  hear  my  cry ; 
He  saw  me  resting  on  his  word, 
And  brought  salvation  nigh. 

2  He  rais'd  me  from  a  horrid  pit. 
Where,  mourning  long  I  lay  ; 

And  from  my  bonds  releas'd  my  feet, 
Deep  bonds  of  miry  clay. 

3  Firm  on  a  rock  he  made  me  stand, 
And  taught  my  cheerful  tongue, 

To  praise  the  wonders  of  his  hand, 
In  a  new  thankful  song. 

4  I'll  spread  his  works  of  grace  abroad, 
The  saints  with  joy  shall  hear ; 

And  sinners  learn  to  make  my  God, 
Their  only  hope  and  fear. 


JUSTIFICATION    BY     FAITH.  95 

HYMN  140.  L.  M.     [457] 

'TIS  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come, 
We  walk  thro'  deserts  dark  as  night ; 

Till  we  arrive  at  heaven,  our  home. 
Faith  is  our  guide — and  faith  our  light. 

2  The  want  of  sight  she  well  supplies  ; 
She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear ; 

Far  into  distant  worlds  she  pries, 
And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 

3  Cheerful  we  tread  the  desert  through, 
While  faith  inspires  a  heavenly  ray, 

Though  lions  roar — and  tempests  blow, 
And  rocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 

HYMN  141.     C.  M.     [457] 

FAITH  is  the  brightest  evidence 

Of  things  beyond  our  sight ; 
It  pierces  through  the  veil  of  sense, 

And  dwells  in  heavenly  light. 

2  It  sets  time  past  in  present  view, 
Brings  distant  prospects  home, 

Of  things  a  thousand  years  ago, 
Or  thousand  years  to  come. 

3  By  faith  we  know  the  world  was  made 
By  God's  almighty  word ; 

We  know  the  heavens  and  earth  shall  fade, 
And  be  again  restored. 

4  Abrah'm  obeyed  the  Lord's  CDmmand 
From  his  own  country  driven ; 

By  faith  he  sought  a  promised  land. 
But  tbund  his  rest  in  heaven. 

HYMN  142.     S.  M.      [458] 

FAITH — 'tis  a  precious  grace. 

Where'er  it  is  bestowed  ; 
It  boasts  a  high  celestial  birth, 

And  is  the  gift  of  God. 


96  JUSTIFICATION    BY    FAITH. 

2  Jesus  it  owns  as  King, 
And  all-atoning  Priest ; 

It  claims  no  merit  of  its  own, 
But  looks  for  all  in  Christ. 

3  To  him  it  leads  the  soul, 
When  filled  with  deep  distress ; 

Flies  to  the  fountain  of  his  blood, 
And  trusts  his  righteousness. 

4  Since  'tis  thy  work  alone, 
And  that  divinely  free. 

Lord,  send  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son, 
To  work  this  faith  in  me. 

HYMN  143.     C.  M.     [459] 

MISTAKEN  souls  that  dream  of  heaven 

And  make  their  empty  boast 
Of  inward  joys  and  sins  forgiven, 

While  they  are  slaves  to  lust ! 

2  Vain  are  our  fancy's  airy  flights. 
If  faith  be  cold  and  dead ; 

None  but  a  living  power  unites 
To  Christ,  the  living  head ; 

3  'Tis  faith  that  purifies  the  heart ; 
'Tis  faith  that  works  by  love  ; 

That  bids  all  sinful  joys  depart, 
And  lifts  the  thoughts  above. 

4  This  faith  shall  every  fear  control. 
By  its  celestial  power  ; 

With  holy  triumph  fill  the  soul 
In  death's  approaching  hour. 


E^RAYER    AND    INTERCESSION.  97 

PRAYER  AND  INTERCESSION. 


HYMN  144,     L,  R  M.     [67| 
Wrestling  Jacob, 

COME,  O  thou  Traveller  unknown, 
Whom  still  I  hold,  but  cannot  see  i 

My  company  before  is  gone, 
And  I  am  left  alone  with  thee : 

With  thee  all  night  I  mean  to  stay. 

And  wrestle  till  the  break  of  day, 

2  I  need  not  tell  thee  who  I  am ; 
My  sin  and  misery  declare ; 

Thyself  hast  call'd  me  by  my  name, 

Look  on  thy  hands  and  read  it  there : 
But,  who,  I  ask  thee,  who  art  thou'? 
Tell  me  thy  name,  and  tell  me  now. 

3  In  vain  thou  strugglest  to  get  free^ 
I  never  will  unloose  my  hold ; 

Art  thou  the  man  that  died  for  me? 

The  secret  of  thy  love  unfold : 
Wrestling,  I  will  not  let  thee  go, 
Till  I  thy  name,  thy  nature  know, 

4  What  though  my  vshrinking  flesh  complain, 
And  murmur  to  contend  so  long : 

I  rise  superior  to  my  pain : 

When  I  am  weak  then  I  am  strong 
And  when  my  all  of  strength  shall  fail, 
I  shall  with  the  God-Man  prevail, 

5  Yield  to  me  now,  for  I  am  weak, 
But  confident  in  self-despair; 

Speak  to  my  heart,  in  blessings  speak ; 
Be  conquer'd  by  my  instant  prayer: 
Speak,  or  thou  never  hence  shalt  move, 
And  tell  me  if  thy  name  be  Love. 

5 


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PRAYER    AND    INTERCESSION. 


6  'TivS  love !  'tis  love  1  thou  didst  for  me ; 
I  hear  thy  whisper  in  my  heart ; 

The  morning  breaks,  the  shadows  flee, 

Pure,  universal  love  thou  art : 
To  me,  to  all,  thy  bowels  move, 
Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  Love. 

7  1  know  thee,  Saviour,  who  thou  art, 
Jesus,  the  feeble  sinner's  friend  : 

Nor  wilt  thou  with  the  night  depart^   , 

But  stay  and  love  me  to  the  end ; 
Thy  mercies  never  shall  remove, 
Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  love. 

HYMN  145.     L.  M.     [68] 

GREAT  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim^ 
Be  thou  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest ; 

The  glories  that  compose  thy  name, 
Stand  all  engaged  to  make  me  blest. 

2  Tliou  great  and  good,  thou  just  and  wise, 
Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  God ! 

And  I  am  thine  by  sacred  ties, 

Thy  son,  thy  servant,  bought  with  blood, 

3  With  heart  and  eyes  and  lifted  hands, 
For  thee  I  long,  to  thee  I  look^ 

As  travellers  in  thirsty  lands, 

Pant  for  the  cooling  water  brook. 

4  E'en  life  itself,  without  thy  love, 
No  lasting  pleasure  can  afford  ; 

Yea,  'twould  a  tiresome  burden  prove, 
If  I  were  banished  from  thee,  Lord  f 

5  I'll  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raise  my  voice, 
While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praise ; 

This  work  shall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  spend  the  remnant  of  my  days. 


PRAYER    AND    INTERCESSION.  99 

HYMN  146.     S.  M.     [69] 

MY  God,  my  life,  my  love, 
To  thee,  to  thee  I  call : 

1  cannot  live  if  thou  remove, 

For  thou  art  all  in  all. 

2  Thy  shining  grace  can  cheer 
This  dungeon  where  I  dwell : 

'Tis  paradise  when  thou  art  here. 
If  thou  depart  'tis  hell. 

3  The  smilings  of  thy  face, 
How  amiable  they  are  ! 

'Tis  heaven  to  rest  in  thine  embrace, 
And  no  where  else  but  there. 

4  To  thee,  and  thee  alone. 
The  angels  owe  their  bliss ; 

They  sit  around  thy  gracious  throne, 
And  dwell  where  Jesus  is. 

5  Not  all  the  harps  above, 
Can  make  a  heavenly  place, 

If  God  his  residence  remove, 
Or  but  conceal  his  face. 

6  Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  sky, 
Can  one  delight  afford  ; 

No,  not  one  drop  of  real  joy, 
Without  thy  presence,  Lord. 

7  Thou  art  the  sea  of  love, 
Where  all  my  pleasures  roll ; 

The  circle  where  my  passions  move, 
And  centre  of  my  soul. 

8  To  thee  my  spirits  fly, 
With  infinite  desire : 

And  yet  how  far  from  thee  I  lie ! 
O  Jesus  raise  me  higher. 


100  PRAYER    AND    INTERCESSION, 

HYMN  147.    L.  M. 

1  THIRST,  thou  wounded  lamb  of  God, 
To  wash  me  in  thy  cleansing  blood ; 

To  dwell  within  thy  wounds ;  then  pain 
Is  sweet,  and  life  or  death  is  gain. 

2  Take  my  poor  heart  and  let  it  be 
For  ever  closed  to  all  but  thee ! 

Seal  thou  my  breast,  and  let  me  wear 
That  pledge  of  love  for  ever  there. 

3  How  blest  are  they  who  still  abide, 
Close  shelter'd  in  thy  bleeding  side  1 
Who  life  and  strength  from  thence  derive, 
And  by  thee  move,  and  in  thee  live. 

4  What  are  our  works  but  sin  and  death, 
Till  thou  thy  quick'ning  Spirit  breathe  ?- 
Thou  giv'st  the  power  thy  grace  to  move ; 
O  wond'rous  grace !  O  boundless  love ! 

SECOND    PART. 

HYMN  148.     L.  M. 

HOW  can  it  be,  thou  heavenly  King, 
That  thou  should'st  us  to  glory  bring ; 
Make  slaves  the  partners  of  thy  throne, 
Deck'd  with  a  never-fading  crown  1 

2  Hence  our  hearts  melt,  our  eyes  o'erflow, 
Our  words  are  lost,  nor  will  we  know — 
Nor  will  we  think  of  aught  beside, 

"  My  Lord,  my  love,  is  crucify'd/' 

3  Ah  !  Lord,  enlarge  our  scanty  thought, 
To  know  the  wonders  thou  hast  wrought : 
Unloose  our  stamm'ring  tongue  to  tell 
Thy  love  immense,  unsearchable ! 

4  First-bom  of  many  brethren  thou, 
To  thee,  lo,  all  our  souls  we  bow : 


PRAYER    AND    INTERCESSION,  lOl 

To  thee  our  hearts  and  hands  we  give ; 
Thine  may  we  die,  thine  may  we  Uve. 

HYMN  149.     C.  M. 

JESUS,  thou  all-redeeming  Lord, 

Thy  blessing  we  implore; 
Open  the  door  to  preach  thy  word, 

The  great,  effectual  door. 

2  Gather  the  outcasts  in,  and  save 
From  sin  and  Satan's  power ; 

And  let  them  now  acceptance  have, 
And  know  their  gracious  hour. 

3  Lover  of  souls  !  thou  know'st  to  prize 
What  thou  hast  bought  so  dear : 

Come,  then,  and  in  thy  people's  eyes. 
With  all  thy  wounds  appear ! 

4  The  hardness  from  their  hearts  remove, 
Thou  who  for  all  hast  died; 

Show  them  the  token  of  thy  love, 
Thy  feet,  thy  hands,  thy  side. 

5  Ready  thou  art  the  blood  f  apply, 
And  prove  the  record  true : 

And  all  thy  wounds  to  sinners  cry, 
"  I  suffer'd  this  for  you  I" 

HYMN  150.     C.  M. 

COME,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

One  God  in  persons  three; 
Bring  back,  the  heavenly  blessing  lost, 

By  all  mankind  and  me. 

2  Thy  favor  and  thy  nature  too. 

To  me,  to  all  restore  ; 
Forgive,  and  after  God  renew. 

And  keep  me  evermore. 


102  PRAYER    AND    INTERCESSION. 

3  Eternal  Sun  of  Righteousness, 
Display  thy  beams  divine; 

And  cause  the  glories  of  thy  face, 
Upon  my  heart  to  shine. 

4  Light,  in  thy  light,  O  may  I  see, 
Thy  grace  and  mercy  prove  ! 

Reviv'd,  and  cheer'd,  and  bless'd  by  thee, 
The  God  of  pard'ning  love. 

5  Lift  up  thy  countenance  serene, 
And  let  thy  happy  child 

Behold,  without  a  cloud  between, 
The  Godhead  reconcil'd. 

6  That  all-comprising  peace  bestow 
On  me,  through  grace  forgiv'n  ; 

The  joys  of  holiness  below. 
And  then  the  joys  of  heaven  ! 

HYMN  151.     L.  M. 

O  THOU,  to  whose  all-searching  sight, 
The  darkness  shineth  as  the  light. 
Search,  prove  my  heart,  it  pants  for  thee, 
O  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  Saviour,  where'er  thy  steps  I  see 
Dauntless,  untir'd,  I  follow  thee  ; 

O  let  thy  hand  support  me  still. 
And  lead  me  to  thy  holy  hill ! 


PRAYER     AND    INTERCESSION.  103 

5  If  rough  and  thorny  be  the  wa}- , 
My  strength  proportion  to  my  day ; 
Till  toil,  and  grief,  and  pain  shall  cease, 
Where  all  is  calm,  and  joy,  and  peace, 

HYMN  152.     C.  M.     [73] 

O  SUN  of  Righteousness,  arise 

With  healing  in  thy  wing ; 
To  my  diseas'd,  my  fainting  soul, 

Life  and  salvation  bring. 

2  My  mind,  by  thy  all-quick'ning  power 
From  low  desires  set  free  ; 

Unite  my  scatter'd  thoughts,  and  fix 
My  love  entire  on  thee. 

3  Father  thy  long-lost  son  receive ; 
Saviour,  thy  purchase  own  ; 

Blest  Comforter,  with  peace  and  joy^ 
Thy  new-made  creature  crown. 

4  Eternal,  undivided  Lord, 
Oo -equal  One  in  Three, 

On  thee  all  faith,  all  hope  be  plac'd, 
All  love  be  paid  to  thee. 

HYMN  153.     7s.     [73] 

LORD,  we  come  before  thee  now^ 
At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow ; 
O  !  do  not  our  suit  disdain ; 
Shall  we  seek  thee,  Lord,  in  vain  ? 

2  Lord,  on  thee, our  soul  depends; 
In  compassion  now  descend ; 

Fill  our  hearts  with  thy  rich  grace. 
Tune  our  lips  to  sing  thy  praise. 

3  In  thine  own  appointed  way, 
Now  we  seek  thee,  here  we  stay ; 
Lord,  w^e  know  not  how  to  go, 
Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow. 


104  PRAYER    AND    INTEKCESSlOJTe 

4  Send  saine  message  from  thy  word. 
That  may  py  and  peace  alibrd ;. 

Let  thy  Spirit  iiow  impart, 
Fiill  salvation  to  each  heart. 

5  Comfort  those  who  weep  and  mourD, 
Let  the  time  of  jpy  return; 

Those  that  are  cast  down  lift  up  ]. 
Make  them  strong  in  faith  and  hope. 

6  Grant  tliat  all  may  seek  and  findy. 
Thee  a  gracious  God:,  and  Idnd ;. 
Heal  the  sick,  the  captive  free ; 
Let  us  all  rejoice  in  thee. 

UYMN  154.     L.  M.      [74] 

JEISUS,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow^ 
Great  builder  of  thy  church  below; 
If  now  thy  Spirit  moves  my  breast^ 
Hear  and  fulhl  thine  own  request. 

2  The  few  that  truly  call  thee  Lord, 
And  wait  thy  sanctifying  word  ; 
And  thee  their  utmost  Saviour  own^ 
Unite  and  perfect  them  in  one. 

3  O  let  them  all  thy  mind  express. 
Stand  forth  thy  chosen  witnesses ; 
Thy  power  unto  salvation  show, 
And  perfect  holiness  below. 

4  In  them  let  all  mankind  behold, 
How  Christians  liv'd  in  days  of  old ; 
Mighty  their  envious  foes  to  move, 
A  proverb  of  reproaeli — ^and  love. 

HYIMN  155.     C.  M. 

JESUS,  the  all-restoring  Word, 

My  fallen  spirit^s  hope, 
After  thy  lovely  likeness,  Lord, 

Ah,  when  shall  I  wake  up  1 


PRAYER    AND    INTERCESSION.  105 

2  Thou,  O  my  God,  thou  only  art 
The  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way  ; 

Quicken  my  soul,  instruct  my  heart, 
My  sinking  footsteps  stay, 

3  Of  all  thou  hast  in  earth  below, 
In  heaven  above  to  give, 

Give  me  thine  only  love  to  know, 
In  thee  to  walk  and  live. 

4  Fill  me  with  all  the  life  of  love ; 
In  mystic  union  join 

Me  to  thyself,  and  let  me  prove 
The  fellowship  divine. 

5  Open  the  intercourse  between 
My  longing  soul  and  thee ; 

Never  to  be  broke  off  again 
To  all  eternity. 

HYMN  156.     L.  M.     [75] 

MY  hope,  my  all,  my  Saviour  thou, 
To  thee,  lo,  now  my  soul  I  bow ; 
I  feel  the  bliss  thy  wounds  impart, 

1  find  thee,  Saviour,  in  my  heart. 

2  Be  thou  my  strength,  be  thou  my  way, 
Protect  me  through  my  life's  short  day ; 
In  all  my  acts  may  wisdom  guide. 

And  keep  me.  Saviour,  near  thy  side. 

3  Correct,  reprove  and  comfort  me : 
As  I  have  need,  my  Saviour  be ; 
And  if  I  would  from  thee  depart, 
Then  clasp,  me,  Saviour  to  thy  heart. 

4  In  fierce  temptation's  darkest  hour, 
Save  me  from  sin  and  Satan's  power ; 
Tear  every  idol  from  thy  throne, 
And  reign,  my  Saviour,  reign  alone. 


106  PRAYER    AND    INTERCESSION. 

5  My  suff 'ring  time  shall  soon  be  o'er, 
Tlien  shall  I  sigh  and  weep  no  more ; 
My  ransom'd  soul  shall  soar  away, 
To  sing  thy  praise  in  endless  day. 

HYMN  157.     L.  M. 

WHOM  man  forsakes  thou  wilt  not  leave, 
Ready  the  outcasts  to  receive : 
Though  all  my  simpleness  I  own, 
And  all  my  faults  to  thee  are  known. 

2  Ah  !  wherefore  did  I  ever  doubt  ? 
Thou  wilt  in  no  wise  cast  me  out, 
A  helpless  soul  that  comes  to  thee. 
With  only  sin  and  misery. 

3  Lord,  I  am  sick,  my  sickness  cure ; 

1  want,  do  thou  enrich  the  poor : 
Under  thy  mighty  hand  I  stoop ; 
O  lift  the  abject  sinner  up  ! 

4  Lord,  I  am  blind,  be  thou  my  sight; 
Lord,  I  weak,  be  thou  my  might ; 

A  helper  of  the  helpless  be. 
And  let  me  find  my  all  in  thee ! 

HYMN  158.     C.  M. 

JESUS,  Redeemer  of  mankind, 

Display  thy  saving  power : 
Thy  mercy  let  these  outcasts  find, 

And  know  their  gracious  hour. 

2  O  wouldst  thou  cast  a  pitying  look, 
All  goodness  as  thou  art, 

Like  that  which  faithless  Peter's  broke, 
On  each  obdurate  heart ! 

3  Who  thee  beneath  their  feet  have  trod, 
And  crucified  afresh. 

Touch  with  thine  all- victorious  blood, 
And  turn  the  stone  to  flesh. 


PllAYEll     AND    INTERCESSION.  1^7 

4  Open  tlieir  eyes  thy  cross  to  see, 
Their  ears  to  hear  thy  cries : 

Sinner,  thy  Saviour  weeps  for  thee, 
For  thee  he  weeps  and  dies. 

5  All  the  day  long  he  meekly  stands, 
His  rebels  to  receive  ; 

And  shows  his  wounds,  and  spreads  his  hands, 
And  bids  you  turn  and  live. 

HYMN    159.     C.  M.     [78] 

COME,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove,    ^, 
With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers  ; 

Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours, 

2  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 
Fond  of  these  earthly  toys ; 

Our  souls,  how  heavily  they  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  Father,  and  shall  we  ever  live., 
At  this  poor  dying  rate  1 

Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee. 
And  thine  to  us  so  great  1 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers  ; 

Come  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 

HY.MN    160.     C.  M. 

ALL  glory  to  th^  dying  Lamb, 

And  never-ceasing  praise ; 
While  angels  live  to  know  thy  name, 

Or  men  to  feel  thy  grace ! 


108  PRAYER    AND    INTERCESSION. 

2  With  this  cold,  stony  heart  of  mine, 
Jesus,  to  tli^e,  I  flee ; 

And  to  thy  grace  my  soul  resign, 
To  be  renew'd  by  thee. 

3  Give  me  to  hide  my  blushing  face. 
While  thy  dear  cross  appears ; 

Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness,, 
And  melt  mine  eyes  to  tears. 

4  O  may  the  uncon'upted  Seed,. 
Abide  and  reign  within ; 

And  thy  life-giving  word  forbid 
My  new-born  so^il  to  sin. 

5  Father,  I  wait  before  thy  throne ; 
Call  me  a  child  of  thine : 

Send  down  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son, 
To  form  my  lieart  divine. 

6  There  shed  thy  promis'd  love  abroad. 
And  make  my  comfort  strong ; 

Then  shall  I  say,  '^  My  Father  God  I" 
With  an  unwavering  tongue. 

HYMN  itri.    a  M. 

FATHER,  I  stretch  my  hands  to  thee, 

No  other  help  I  know ; 
If  thou  withdraw  thyself  from  me, 

Ah,  whither  shall  I  go? 

2  What  did  thine  only  Son  endure. 
Before  I  drew  my  breath ! 

What  pain,  what  labor,  to  secure 
My  soul  from  endless  death  ! 

3  O  Jesus,  could  I  this  believe, 
I  now  should  feel  thy  power ; 

Now  my  poor  soul  thou  wouldst  retrieve, 
Nor  let  me  wait  one  hour. 


PRAYER    AND    INTERCESSION.  109 

4  Author  of  faith,  to  thee  I  lift 
My  weary,  longing  eyes ; 

O  let  nie  now  receive  that  gift, 
My  soul  without  it  dies. 

5  Surely  thou  canst  not  let  me  die, 
O  speak  and  I  shall  live ; 

And  here  I  will  unwearied  lie, 
Till  thou  thy  Spirit  give. 

6  The  worst  of  sinners  \vould  rejoice, 
Could  they  hut  see  thy  face  : 

O  let  me  hear  thy  quick'ning  voice, 
And  taste  thy  pard'ning  grace ! 

HYMN  162.     L.  M.     [80] 

O  THOU,  whom  all  thy  saints  adore, 
We  now  with  all  thy  saints  agree. 

And  bow  our  inmost  souls  before 
Thy  glorious,  awful  Majesty. 

2  We  come,  great  God,  to  seek  thy  face, 
And  for  thy  loving  kindness  wait ; 

And  oh,  how  dreadful  is  this  place  ! 

'Tis  God's  o\vn  house,  'tis  heaven's  gate ! 

3  Tremble  our  hearts  to  find  thee  nigh, 
To  tliee  our  trembling  hearts  aspire : 

And  lo !  we  see  descend  from  high, 
The  pillar  and  the  flame  of  fire. 

4  Still  let  it  on  the  assembly  stay, 
And  all  the  house  with  glory  fill : 

To  Canaan's  bounds  point  out  the  way, 
And  lead  us  to  thy  holy  hill. 

HYMN  163.     L.  M.     [81] 

O  LET  the  pris'ners  mournful  cries. 

As  incense  in  thy  sight  appear ! 
Their  humble  wailings  pierce  the  skies, 

If  haply,  they  may  find  thee  near. 


110  PRAYER    AND    INTERCESSION. 

2  The  captive  exiles  make  their  moans, 
From  sin  impatient  to  be  free : 

Call  home,  call  home  thy  banish'd  ones  !  ^ 
Lead  captive  their  captivity ! 

3  Show  them  the  blood  that  bought  their  peace, 
The  anchor  of  their  steadfast  hope  ; 

And  bid  their  guilty  terrors  cease, 
And  bring  the  ransom'd  pris'ners  up. 

4  Out  of  the  deep  regard  their  cries, 
The  fallen  raise,  the  mourners  cheer; 

O,  Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise. 

And  scatter  all  their  doubt  and  fear ! 

5  Pity  the  day  of  feeble  things ; 
O  gather  every  halting  soul ! 

And  drop  salvation  from  thy  wings, 
And  make  the  contrite  sinner  whole. 

HYMN  164.     S.  M. 

BLEST  Comforter  divine ! 

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

And  guide  our  souls  above. 

2  Draw,  with  thy  still  small  voice, 
Us  from  each  sinful  way ; 

And  bid  the  mourning  saint  rejoice, 
Though  earthly  joys  decay. 

3  By  thine  inspiring  breath 
Make  every  cloud  of  care. 

And  e'en  the  gloomy  vale  of  death, 
A  smile  of  glory  wear. 

4  O,  fill  thou  every  heart 
With  love  to  all  our  race  ! 

Great  Comforter !  to  us  impart, 
These  blessings  of  thy  grace. 


PRAYER    AND    INTERCESSION.  Ill 

HYMN  165.    L.  M.    [480] 

AND  dost  thou  say,  "  Ask  what  thou  wilt '?" 
Lord,  I  would  seize  the  golden  hour : 

1  pray  to  be  released  from  guilt, 

And  freed  from  sin's  polluting  power. 

2  More  of  thy  presence,  Lord,  impart ; 
More  of  thine  image  let  me  bear ; 

Erect  thy  throne  within  my  heart, 
And  reign  without  a  rival  there. 

3  Give  me  to  read  my  pardon  sealed, 
And  from  thy  joy  to  draw  my  strength ; 

O  be  thy  boundless  love  revealed 

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. 

HYMN  166.     C.  M.     [362] 

GREAT  Shepherd  of  thy  people,  hear; 

Thy  presence  now  display ; 
We  kneel  within  thy  house  of  prayer ; 

O  give  us  hearts  to  pray. 

2  The  clouds,  which  veil  thee  from  our  sight, 
In  pity.  Lord,  remove ; 

Dispose  our  minds  to  hear  aright 
The  message  of  thy  love. 

3  Help  us,  with  holy  fear  and  joy, 
To  kneel  before  thy  face ; 

O  make  us,  creatures  of  thy  power. 
The  children  of  thy  grace. 

HYMN  167.     L.  M.    [349] 

HOW  long,  O  Lord,  shall  I  complain, 
Like  one  who  seeks  his  God  in  vain  ? 


112  PRAYER    AND     INTERCESSION, 

Canst  thou  thy  face  for  ever  hide, 
And  still  I  pray  and  be  denied  7 

2  Shall  I  for  ever  be  forgot, 

As  one  whom  thou  regardest  not  7 

Still  shall  my  soul  thine  absence  mourn  1 

And  still  despair  of  thy  return  ? 

3  How  long  shall  my  poor  troubled  breast, 
Be  with  these  anxious  thoughts  oppress'd  ? 
And  Satan,  my  maUcious  foe, 

Rejoice  to  see  me  sink  so  low  ? 

4  Hear,  Lord,  and  grant  me  quick  relief, 
Before  my  death  conclude  my  grief; 

If  thou  \\  itldiold  tliy  heav'nly  light, 

1  sleep  in  everlasting  night. 

5  How  will  the  powers  of  darkness  boast, 
If  but  one  praying  soul  be  lost ! 

But  I  have  trusted  in  tliy  grace. 
And  shall  again  behold  thy  face. 
HYMN  168.     C.  M. 

O  LORD,  our  languid  souls  inspire, 

For  here  we  trust  thou  art ! 
Send  down  a  coal  of  heav'nly  fire. 

To  warm  each  waiting  heart. 

2  Shew  us  some  token  of  thy  love. 
Our  fainting  hope  to  raise; 

And  pour  thy  blessing  from  above, 
That  we  may  render  praise. 

3  Within  these  walls  let  holy  praise, 
And  love  and  concord  dwell ; 

Here  give  the  troubled  conscience  peace. 
The  wounded  spirit  heal. 

4  The  feeling  heart,  the  melting  eye. 
The  humble  mind  bestow ; 

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


PRAYER    AND    INTERCESSION.  113 

5  May  we  in  faith  receive  thy  word, 
In  faith  present  our  prayers  ; 

And,  in  the  presence  of  our  Lord, 
Unbosom  all  our  cares. 

6  And  may  the  gospel's  joyful  sound, 
Enforc'd  by  mighty  grace, 

Awaken  many  sinners  round, 
To  come  and  fill  the  place. 

HYMN  169.     C.  M.     [343] 

OUT  of  the  depth  of  self-despair 

To  thee,  O  Lord,  I  cry  ; 
My  misery  mark,  attend  my  prayer, 

And  bring  salvation  nigh. 

2  If  thou  art  rig'rously  severe, 
Who  may  the  test  abide  1 

Where  shall  the  man  of  sin  appear, 
Or  how  be  justified  1 

3  But  O  forgiveness  is  with  thee, 
That  sinners  may  adore ; 

With  filial  fear  thy  goodness  see, 
And  never  grieve  thee  more. 

4  My  soul,  while  still  to  Him  it  flies, 
Prevents  the  morning  ray : 

O  tliat  his  mercy's  beams  would  rise, 
And  bring  the  gospel  day! 

HYMN  170.     C.  M.     [359] 

WITH  sacred  joy  we  lift  our  eyes 

To  those  bright  realms  above. 
That  glorious  temple  in  the  skies. 

Where  dwells  eternal  Love. 

2  Before  the  gracious  throne  we  bow, 

Of  heaven's  almighty  King ; 
Here  we  present  the  solemn  vow, 

And  hymns  of  praise  we  sing. 


114  PRAYER    AND    INTERCESSION. 

3  O  Lord,  while  in  thy  liouse  we  kneel, 
With  trust  and  holy  fear, 

Thy  mercy  and  thy  truth  reveal, 
And  lend  a  gracious  ear. 

4  With  fervor  teach  our  hearts  to  pray, 
And  tune  our  lips  to  sing ; 

Nor  from  tliy  presence  cast  away 
The  sacrifice  w^e  bring. 

HYMN  171.     C.  M.     [350] 

HOW  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face  7 

My  God,  how  long  delay? 
When  sliall  I  feel  those  heavenly  rays. 

That  chase  my  fears  away  7 

2  See  how  the  prince  of  darkness  tries, 
All  his  malicious  arts! 

He  spreads  a  mist  before  my  eyes, 
And  throws  his  fiery  darts. 

3  Be  Thou  my  sun  and  Thou  my  shield  ! 
My  soul  in  safety  keep ; 

Make  haste,  before  mine  eyes  are  seal'd, 
In  death's  eternal  sleep. 

4  Thou  wilt  display  that  sovereign  grace, 
Where  all  my  hopes  have  hung  : 

1  shall  employ  my  lips  in  praise, 

And  vict'ry  shall  be  sung  ! 

HYMN  172.     C.  M.      [461] 

O  LORD,  my  best  desires  fulfil, 

And  help  me  to  resign 
Life,  health  and  comfort,  to  thy  will, 

And  make  thy  pleasure  mine. 

2  Why  should  I  shrink  at  thy  command, 
Whose  love  forbids  my  fears  ? 

Or  tremble  at  the  gracious  hand, 
That  wipCvS  aw^ay  my  tears? 


PRAYER    AND    INTERCESSION.  115 

3  No ;  rather  let  me  freely  yield, 

What  most  I  prize  to  thee, 
Who  never  hast  a  good  withheld, 

Or  wilt  withhold  from  me. 

HYMN  173.     L.  M.     [463] 

SWEET  peace  of  conscience,  heavenly  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  O  God  of  hope  and  peace  divine, 
Make  thou  these  sacred  pleasures  mine ! 
Forgive  my  sins,  my  fears  remove, 
And  fill  my  heart  with  joy  and  love. 

HYMN  174.     C.  M. 

PRAYER  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 

Utter'd  or  unexpressed ; 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  hre, 

That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh. 
The  falling  of  a  tear ; 

The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye. 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 
That  infant  lips  can  try ! 

Prayer,  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
The  Majesty  on  high. 

4  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath. 
The  Christian's  native  air ; 

His  watch-word  at  the  gates  of  death ; 
He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 


116         PRAYER  AND  INTERCESSION. 
SECOND  PART. 

HYMN  175.     C.  M. 

PRAYER  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice, 

Returning  from  his  ways ; 
While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 

And  cry,  ''Behold,  he  prays!" 

2  The  saints  in  prayer  appear  as  one, 
In  word  and  deed  and  mind ; 

While  with  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
Sweet  fellowship  they  find. 

3  Nor  prayer  is  made  on  earth  alone ; 
The  Holy  Spirit  pleads, 

And  Jesus  on  the  eternal  throne. 
For  mourners  intercedes. 

4  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. 

HYMN  176.     S.   M. 

JESUS,  my  strength,  my  hope, 

On  thee  I  cast  my  care. 
With  humble  confidence  look  up, 

And  know  thou  hearest  my  prayer. 
Give  me  on  thee  to  wait. 

Till  I  can  all  things  do, 
On  thee,  Almighty  to  create. 

Almighty  to  renew. 

2  I  want  a  sober  mind, 

A  self-renouncing  will. 
That  tramples  down,  and  casts  behind 

The  baits  of  pleasing  ill. 
A  soul  inured  to  pain. 

To  hardship,  grief,  and  loss ; 
Bold  to  take  up,  firm  to  sustain, 

The  consecrated  cross. 


PRAYER    AND    INTERCESSION.  117 

3  I  want  a  godly  fear, 

A  quick  discerning  eye, 
That  looks  to  thee  when  sin  is  near, 

And  sees  the  tempter  fly ; 
A  spirit  still  prepared, 

And  armed  with  jealous  care, 
Forever  standing  on  its  guard, 

And  watching  unto  prayer. 

HYMN  177.    L.  M. 

COMMAND  thy  blessing  from  above, 

O  God,  on  all  assembled  here ; 
Behold  us  with  a  Father's  love, 

While  we  look  up  with  filial  fear. 

2  Command  thy  blessings,  Jesus,  Lord ; 
May  we  thy  true  disciples  be ; 

Speak  to  each  heart  the  mighty  word, 
Say  to  the  weakest — "  follow  me." 

3  Command  thy  blessing  in  this  hour 
Spirit  of  truth,  and  fill  the  place 

With  humbling  and  with  healing  power. 
With  killing  and  with  quickening  grace. 

4  O  thou,  our  Maker,  Saviour,  Guide, 
One  true  eternal  God  confessed ! 

Whom  thou  hast  joined  may  none  divide, 
None  dare  to  curse  whom  thou  hast  blessed. 

5  With  thee  and  these  for  ever  found, 
May  all  the  souls  who  here  unite, 

With  harps  and  songs  thy  throne  surround, 
Rest  in  thy  throne,  and  reign  in  light. 

HYMN  178.     C.  M. 

BEING  of  beings,  God  of  love, 

To  thee  our  hearts  we  raise ; 
Thy  all-sustaining  power  we  prove. 

And  gladly  sing  thy  praise. 


118  PRAYER    AND    INTERCESSION. 

2  Thine,  wholly  thine  we  pant  to  be, 
Our  sacrifice  receive ; 

Made,  and  preserved,  and  saved  by  thee, 
To  thee  ourselves  we  give. 

3  Heavenward  our  every  wish  aspires  ; 
For  all  thy  mercy's  store ; 

The  sole  return  thy  love  requires, 
Is  that  we  ask  for  more. 

4  For  more  we  ask,  we  open  then 
Our  hearts  to  embrace  thy  will : 

Turn,  and  beget  us,  Lord,  again; 
With  all  thy  fullness  fill. 

5  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  the  Saviour's  love 
Shed  in  our  hearts  abroad  ; 

So  shall  we  ever  live  and  move, 
And  be  with  Christ  in  God. 

HYMN  179.     L.   M. 

FATHER,  whose  everlasting  love, 
Thy  only  Son  for  sinners  gave ; 

Whose  grace  to  all  did  freely  move, 
And  sent  him  down,  the  world  to  save 

2  Help  us  thy  mercy  to  extol. 
Immense,  unfathomed,  unconfined; 

To  praise  the  Lamb  who  died  for  all, 
The  general  Saviour  of  mankind. 

3  Thy  undistinguishing  regard 
Was  cast  on  Adam's  fallen  race ; 

For  all  thou  hast  in  Christ  prepared. 
Sufficient,  sovereign,  saving  grace. 

4  The  world  he  suffered  to  redeem  ; 
For  all  he  hath  the  atonement  made : 

For  those  that  will  not  come  to  him, 
The  ransom  of  his  life  was  paid. 

5  Why  then,  thou  universal  love. 
Should  any  of  thy  grace  despair  7 


PRAYER    AND    INTERCESSION.  119 

To  all,  to  all,  thy  bowels  move ; 

But  straightened  in  our  own  we  are. 

HYMN  180.     7s.    6  lines. 

ROCK  of  Ages !  cleft  for  me, 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee; 

Let  the  water  and  the  blood. 

From  thy  wounded  side  which  flowed, 

Be  of  sin  the  double  cure, 

Save  from  wrath  and  make  me  pure. 

2  Could  my  tears  forever  flow, 
Could  my  zeal  no  languor  know 
This  for  sin  could  not  atone  ; 
Thou  must  save  and  thou  alone : 
In  my  hand  no  price  I  bring. 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling. 

3  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  my  eyes  shall  close  in  death, 
When  I  rise  to  worlds  unknown, 
And  behold  thee  on  thy  throne, 
Rock  of  Ages !  cleft  for  me. 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee. 

HYMN  181.     7s. 

OTHER  ground  can  no  man  lay ; 
Jesus,  take  our  sins  away  : 
Jesus  the  foundation  is ; 
This  shall  stand,  and  only  this. 
Fitly  framed  in  him  we  are. 
All  the  building  rises  fair : 
Let  it  to  a  temple  rise, 
Worthy  him  who  fills  the  skies  : 

2  Husband  of  thy  church  below, 
Christ,  if  thee  our  Lord  we  know, 
Unto  thee  betrothed  in  love. 
Always  let  us  faithful  prove ; 


120  PRAYER    AND    INTERCESSION. 

NeA^er  rob  thee  of  our  heart, 
Never  give  the  creature  part ; 
Only  thou  possess  the  whole  ; 
Take  our  body,  spirit,  soul ! 
3  Steadfast  let  us  cleave  to  thee, 
Love,  the  mystic  union  be ; 
Union  to  the  world  unknown, 
Joined  to  God  in  Spirit  one  : 
Wait  we  till  the  Spouse  shall  come. 
Till  the  Lamb  shall  take  us  home, 
For  his  heaven  the  Bride  prepare, 
Solenmize  our  nuptials  there. 

H\'MN  182.     C.  M. 

GOD  of  eternal  truth  and  grace. 

Thy  fliithful  promise  seal ! 
Thy  word,  thy  oath,  to  Abraham's  race, 

In  us,  ev'n  us,  fulfil ! 

2  Let  us  to  perfect  love  restored, 
Thy  image  here  retrieve ; 

And  in  the  presence  of  our  Lord 
The  life  of  angels  live ! 

3  That  mighty  fliith  on  me  bestovf , 
Which  cannot  ask  in  vain  ; 

Which  holds,  and  will  not  let  thee  go, 
Till  I  my  suit  obtain. 

4  Till  thou  into  my  soul  inspire 
The  perfect  love  unknown. 

And  tell  my  infinite  desire, 
"  Whate'er  thou  wilt,  be  done!" 

5  But  is  it  possible  that  I 
Should  live  and  sin  no  more  1 

Lord,  if  on  thee  I  dare  rely, 
The  faith  shall  bring  the  power. 

6  On  me  that  faith  divine  bestow, 
Which  doth  the  mountain  move ; 


PRAYER    AND    INTERCESSION.  121 

And  all  my  spotless  life  shall  show 
The  omnipotence  of  lave. 

HYMN  183.     8s,  7s  «&  4. 

GUIDE  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah, 
Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land : 

1  am  weak — but  thou  art  mighty ; 
Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand ;; 

Bread  of  heaven^ 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 

2  Open  now  the  crystal  fountain, 
Whence  the  healing  streams  do  flow.; 

Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar, 
Lead  me  all  my  journey  through : 

Strong  Deliv^erer, 
Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 

3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 
Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside : 

Bear  me  through  the  swelling  current, 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side : 

Song  of  praises 
I  will  ever  give  to  thee. 

HYMN  184.     L.  P.  M. 

LEADER  of  faithful  souls,  and  Guide 

Of  all  that  travel  to  the  sky. 
Come,  and  with  us,  e'en  us  abide, 

Who  would  on  thee  alone  rely : 
On  thee  alone  our  spirits  stay. 
While  held  in  life's  uneven  way. 
2  Strangers  and  pilgrims  here  below, 

This  earth  we  know  is  not  our  place  ] 
But  hasten  through  this  vale  of  wo — 

And,  restless  to  behold  thy  face. 

Swift  to  our  heavenly  country  move, 

Our  everlasting  home  above. 
6 


122  PRAYER    AND    IN^TERCESStOIf^ 

3  We've  no  abiding  city  here, 
But  seek  a  city  out  of  sight ; 

Thither  our  steady  course  we  steer^ 

Aspiring  to  the  plains  of  hght : 
Jerusalem,  the  saints^  abode,^ 
WhovSe  fomider  is  the  living  God, 

4  Patient  th'  appointed  race  to  run, 
This  weary  world  we  cast  behind ; 

From  strength  to  strength  we  travel  on. 

The  new  Jerusalem  to  find : 
Our  labor  this,  our  only  aim, 
To  find  the  New  Jerusalem. 

HYMN  185.    C.  M. 

LORD,  teach  us  how  to  pmy  aright^ 
With  reverence  and  with  fear : 

Though  dust  and  ashes  in  thy  sight, 
We  may,  we  must  draw  near. 

2  We  perish,  if  we  cease  from  prayer ; 
O  grant  us  power  to  pray  ! 

And  when  to  meet  thee  we  prepare, 
Lord,  meet  us  by  the  way. 

3  Burdened  with  guilt,  convinced  of  siri> 
In  weakness,  want  and  w^o, 

Fightings  without,  and  fears  within. 
Lard,  whither  shall  we  go  7 

4  God  of  all  grace,  w^e  come  to  thee,^ 
With  broken,  contrite  hearts ; 

Give  what  thine  eye  delights  to  see, — - 
Truth  in  the  inw^ard  parts  : 

5  Give  deep  humility  ; — the  sense 
Of  godly  sorrow  give  ; 

A  strong,  desiring  confidence, 
To  hear  thy  voice  and  live  I 


PRAYER    AND    WATCHFULNESS.  123 

HYMN  186.     C.  M. 

O  LET  triumphant  faith  dispel 

The  fears  of  guilt  and  wo  ! 
If  God  be  for  us,  God  the  Lord, 

Who,  who  shall  be  our  foe  ? 

2  He  who  his  only  Son  gave  up 
To  deatli,  that  we  might  live. 

Shall  he  not  all  things  freely  grant, 
That  boundless  love  can  give  ? 

3  Who  now  his  people  shall  accuse  1 
'Tis  God  hath  justified  : 

Who  now  his  people  shall  condemn  1 
The  Lamb  of  God  hath  died 

4  And  he  who  died  hath  ris'n  again, 
Triumphant  from  the  grave : 

At  God's  right  hand  for  us  he  pleads 
Omnipotent  to  save. 


PRAYER  AND   WATCHFULNESS. 


HYMN  187.     L.  M.     [146] 

I  WANT  a  principle  within, 

Of  jealous  godly  fear ; 
A  sensibility  of  sin, 

A  pain  to  feel  it  near  : 

1  want  the  first  approach  to  feel. 

Of  pride,  or  fond  desire ; 
To  catch  the  wand'ring  of  my  will, 
And  quench  the  kindhng  fire. 

2  From  thee  that  I  no  more  may  part, 
No  more  thy  goodness  grieve. 


124  PRAYER    AND    WATCHFULNESS 

The  filial  awe,  the  fleshy  heart, 

The  tender  conscience  give. 
Quick  as  the  apple  of  an  eye, 

O  God,  my  conscience  make ! 
Awake  my  soul,  when  sin  is  nigh, 

And  keep  it  still  awake. 
3  If  to  the  right  or  left  T  stray. 

That  moment.  Lord,  reprove  ; 
And  let  me  weep  my  life  away, 

For  having  griev'd  thy  love. 

O,  may  the  least  omission  pain. 

My  well-instructed  soul ! 
And  drive  me  to  the  blood  again, 

Which  makes  the  wounded  whole. 

HYMN  188.     S.  M.     [147] 

THE  praying  spirit  breathe, 

The  watching  power  impart ; 
From  all  entanglements  beneath. 

Call  off  my  peaceful  heart : 
My  feeble  mind  sustain, 

By  worldly  thoughts  opprest ; 
Appear,  and  bid  me  turn  again. 

To  my  eternal  rest. 

2  Swift  to  my  rescue  come, 

Thine  own  this  moment  seize ; 
Gather  my  wand'ring  spirit  home. 

And  keep  in  perfect  peace : 
Suffer'd  no  more  to  rove 

O'er  all  the  earth  abroad, 
Arrest  the  prisoner  of  thy  love, 

And  shut  me  up  in  God. 

HYMN  189.     C.  M.     [147] 

SHEPHERD  divine,  our  wants  relieve, 

In  this  our  evil  day  ; 
To  all  thy  tempted  followers  give, 

The  power  to  watch  and  pray. 


PRAYER     AND    WATCHFULNESS.  125 

2  Long  as  our  fiery  trials  last, 
Long  as  the  cross  we  bear, 

O  let  our  souls  on  thee  be  cast, 
In  never-ceasing  prayer ! 

3  The  spir't  of  interceding  grace 
Give  us  in  faith  to  claim  ; 

To  w^restle  till  we  see  thy  face, 
And  know  thy  hidden  name. 

4  Till  thou  thy  perfect  love  impart, 
Till  thou  thyself  bestow, 

Be  this  the  cry  of  every  heart, 
I  will  not  let  thee  go. 

5  I  will  not  let  thee  go  unless 
Thou  tell  thy  name  to  me  ; 

With  all  thy  great  salvation  bless. 
And  make  me  all  like  thee. 

6  Then  let  me  on  the  mountain  top. 
Behold  thy  open  face ; 

Where  faith  in  sight  is  swallow'd  up, 
And  prayer  in  endless  praise. 

HYMN  190.    C.  p.  M. 

HELP,  Lord,  to  whom  for  help  I  fly. 
And  still  my  tempted  soul  stand  by. 

Throughout  the  evil  day ; 
The  sacred  watchfulness  impart. 
And  keep  the  issues  of  my  heart, 

And  stir  me  up  to  pray. 

2  My  soul  with  thy  whole  armour  arm, 
In  each  approach  of  sin,  alarm. 

And  show  the  danger  near  : 
Surround,  sustain  and  strengthen  me. 
And  fill  with  godly  jealousy, 

And  sanctifying  fear. 


126  PRAYER    AND    WATCHFULNESS. 

3  Whene'er  my  careless  hands  hang  down, 
O  let  me  see  thy  gathering  frown, 

And  feel  thy  warning  eye ; 
And  starting,  cry,  from  ruin's  brink, 
Save,  Jesus,  or  I  yield,  I  sink ! 

0  save  me,  or  I  die ! 

4  If  near  the  pit  I  rashly  stray, 
Before  I  wholly  fall  away, 

The  keen  conviction  dart ! 
Recall  me  by  that  pitying  look, 
That  kind  upbraiding  glance,  which  broke 

Unfaithful  Peter's  heart. 

5  In  me  thine  utmost  mercy  show, 
And  make  me  like  thyself  below, 

Unblamable  in  grace  ; 
Ready  prepar'd  and  fitted  here, 
By  perfect  holiness  t'  appear 

Before  thy  glorious  face. 

HYMN  191.     S.  M.     [149] 

A  CHARGE  to  keep  I  have, 

A  (iod  to  glorify  ; 
A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 

And  fit  it  for  the  sky ; 
To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfil — 
O,  may  it  all  my  powers  engage, 

To  do  my  Master's  will. 
2  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  thy  sight  to  live ; 
And  O  thy  servant.  Lord,  prepare, 

A  strict  account  to  give  ! 
Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  thyself  rely  ; 
Assur'd  if  I  my  trust  betray, 

1  shall  for  ever  die. 


PRAYER    AND    WATCHFULNESS.  127 

HYMN  192.     C.  M. 

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. 

S  Our  dearest  joys  and  nearest  friends, 

The  partners  of  our  bloody 
How  they  divide  our  wav'ring  minds, 

And  leave  but  half  for  God  ! 

4  The  fondness  of  a  creature's  love, 
How  strong  it  strikes  the  sense  I 

Thither  the  warm  affections  move, 
Nor  can  we  call  them  thence. 

5  Dear  Saviour  let  thy  beauties  be 
My  soul's  eternal  food  ; 

And  grace  command  my  heart  away 
From  all  created  good. 

HYMN  193.     S.  M.      [150] 

GOD  of  almighty  love, 
By  whose  sufficient  grace 

1  lift  my  heart  to  things  above, 

And  humbly  seek  thy  face : 
Through  Jesus  Christ  the  just, 

My  faint  desires  receive, 
And  let  me  in  thy  goodness  trust, 

And  to  thy  glory  live. 

2  Spirit  of  faith,  inspire 
My  consecrated  heart* 

Fill  me  with  pure  celestial  fire, 
With  all  thou  hast  and  art : 


128  PRAYER    AND    WATCHFULNESS. 

My  feeble  mind  transform, 

And,  perfectly  renew'd, 
Into  a  saint  exalt  a  worm — 

A  worm  exalt  to  God  1 

HYMN  194.   L,  M.     [151] 

PIERCR,  fill  me  with  an  Imnible  fear,. 

My  utter  helplcvssness  reveal ; 
Satan  and  sin  are  always  near; 

Thee  may  I  always  nearer  feel. 

2  O  that  to  thee  my  constant  mind,, 
Mi^ht  with  an  even  flxime  aspire ; 

Pride  in  its  earliest  motions  find, 
And  mark  the  risings  of  desire. 

3  O  that  my  tender  soul  might  fly, 
The  first  abhorr'd  approach  of  ill ;, 

Quick  as  the  apple  of  an  eye. 
The  slightest  touch  of  sin  to  feel. 

4  Till  thou  anew  my  soul  create, 

Still  may  I  strive,  and  watch,  and  pray ; 
Humbly  and  confidently  wait, 
And  long  to  see  the  perfect  day. 

HYMN  195.     S.  M.     [151] 

GRACIOUS  Redeemer,  shake 

This  slumber  from  my  soul ! 
Say  to  me  now,  "  Awake,  awake, 

And  Christ  shall  make  thee  whole."^ 

2  Give  me  on  thee  to  call. 
Always  to  watch  and  pray, 

Lest  I  into  temptation  fall, 
And  cast  my  shield  away. 

3  For  each  assault  prepared, 
And  ready  may  I  be, 

For  ever  standing  on  my  guards 
And  looking  up  to  thee.. 


PRAYER    AND    WATCHFULNESS.  129 

4  O,  do  thou  always  warn, 
My  soul  of  evil  near ! 

When  to  the  right  or  left  I  turn, 
Thy  voice  still  let  me  hear : 

5  "  Come  back  !  this  is  the  way  ! 
Come  back  !  and  walk  therein !" 

O,  may  I  hearken  and  obey, 
And  shun  the  paths  of  sin ! 

HYMN  196.     S.  M.     [152] 

THOU  seest  my  feebleness, 

Jesus,  be  thou  my  power. 
My  help  and  refuge  in  distress. 

My  fortress  and  my  tower. 

2  Give  me  to  trust  in  thee ; 
Be  thou  my  sure  abode : 

My  horn,  and  rock  and  buckler  be, 
My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

3  Myself  I  cannot  save, 
Myself  I  cannot  keep ; 

But  strength  in  thee  I  surely  have 
Whose  eyelids  never  sleep. 

4  My  soul  to  thee  alone, 
Now  therefore  I  commend : 

Thou,  Jesus,  love  me  as  thine  own, 
And  love  me  to  the  end ! 

HYMN  197.     S.  M.     [153] 

BID  me  of  men  beware, 

And  to  my  ways  take  heed ; 
Discern  their  every  secret  snare, 

And  circumspectly  tread. 
2  O,  may  I  calmly  wait 

Thy  succors  from  above  ! 
And  stand  against  their  open  hate, 

And  well-dissembled  love. 
6* 


130  PRAYER    AND    WATCHPULNESfe'* 

3  But  above  all,  afraid 
Of  my  own  bosom  foe, 

Still  let  me  seek  to  thee  for  aid, 
To  thee  my  weakness  show, 

4  Hang  on  thy  arm  alone, 
With  self-distrusting  care, 

And  deeply  in  the  Spirit  groan, 
The  never-ceasing  prayer. 

HYMN  198.     S.  M.     [153] 

GIVE  me  a  sober  mind, 

A  quick  discerning  eye, 
The  first  approach  of  sin  to  find, 

And  all  occasions  fly. 

2  Still  may  I  cleave  to  thee, 
And  never  more  depart, 

But  watch  with  godly  jealousy, 
Over  my  evil  heart. 

3  Thus  may  I  pass  my  days 
Of  sojourning  beneath, 

And  languish  to  conclude  my  race. 
And  render  up  my  breath. 

4  In  humble  love  and  fear. 
Thine  image  to  regain, 

And  see  thee  in  the  clouds  appear, 
And  rise  with  thee  to  reign  I 

HYMx\  109.     L.  M.     [155] 

PRAYER  is  appointed  to  convey 

The  blessings  God  designs  to  give  ; 
Long  as  they  live  should  Christians  pray  ; 

They  learn  to  pray  when  first  they  live. 
2  If  pain  afflict,  or  wrongs  oppress, 

If  cares  distract,  or  fears  dismay ; 
If  guilt  deject ;  if  sin  distress ; 

In  every  case,  still  watch  and  pray. 


PRAYER    AND    WATCHFULNESS.  131 

S  'Tis  prayer  supports  the  soul  that's  weak ; 

Tho'  thought  be  brokeii,  language  lame, 
Pray,  if  thou  canst,  or  canst  not  speak : 

But  pray  with  faith  in  Jesus's  nama 

4  Depend  on  Him ;  thou  canst  not  fail ; 

Make  all  thy  wants  and  wishes  known ' 
Fear  not,  his  merits  must  prevail : 

Ask  but  in  faith,  it  shall  be  done. 

HYMN  200.     C.   M.     [155] 

THOU,  Lord,  hast  blest  my  going  out^ 

O  bless  my  coming  in  ! 
Compass  my  weakness  round  about, 

And  keep  me  safe  from  sin. 

2  Still  hide  me  in  thy  secret  place, 
Thy  tabernacle  spread ; 

Shelter  me  with  preserving  grace, 
And  screen  my  naked  head. 

3  O,  that  I  never,  never  more, 
Might  from  thy  ways  depart ; 

Here  let  me  give  my  wand'rings  o'er, 
By  giving  thee  my  heart. 

4  Fix  my  new  heart  on  things  above, 
And  then  from  earth  release  ; 

1  ask  not  life,  but  let  me  love, 

And  lay  me  down  in  peace. 

HYMN   201.     L.  P.  M.     [15-6] 

OFT  have  we  pass'd  the  guilty  night, 

In  revelling  and  frantic  mirth  : 
The  creature  was  our  sole  delight. 

Our  happiness  the  things  of  earth ; 
But  oh,  suffice  the  season  past ! 
We  choose  the  better  part  at  last 

2  We  will  not  close  our  wakeful  eyes, 
We  will  not  let  our  eyelids  sleep ; 

But  humbly  lift  them  to  the  skies, 
And  all  a  solemn  vigil  keep ; 


132  PRAYER    AND     WATeHFlTLNESSt 

So  many  nights  on  sin  bestow'd, 
Can  we  not  watch  one  hour  for  God  7 

3  We  can,  O  Jesus,  for  thy  sake 
Devote  our  every  hour  to  thee 

Speak  but  the  word,  our  souls  shall  wake^ 

And  sing  with  cheerful  melody ; 
Thy  praise  shall  our  glad  tongues  employ. 
And  every  lieart  shall  dance  for  joy. 

4  O,  may  we  all  triumphant  rise, 
With  joy  upon  our  heads  return, 

And  far  above  these  nether  skies, 

By  thee  on  eagle's  wing  upborne, 
Through  all  yon  radiant  circles  move. 
And  gain  the  highest  heaven  of  love. 

HYMN  202,    S.  M, 

MY  soul,  be  on  thy  guard, 

Ten  thousand  foes  arise; 
The  hosts  of  sin  are  pressing  hard 

To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

2  O  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray  ; 
The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er ; 

Renew  it  boldly  every  day^ 
And  help  divine  implore. 

3  Ne'er  think  tlie  victory  won, 
Nor  lay  thine  armor  down ; 

The  arduous  work  will  not  be  done, 
Till  thou  obtain  thy  crown. 

4  Fight  on,  my  soul,  till  death 
Shall  bring  thee  to  thy  God ; 

He'll  take  thee  at  thy  parting  breath, 
Up  to  his  blest  abode. 

m^MN  203.     L.  M.     [46^2]! 

SO  let  our  lips  and  lives  express, 
The  holy  gospel  we  profess  ; 
So  let  our  works  and  virtues  shine, 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 


PRAYER    AND    WATCHFULNESS.  133 

2  Thus  shall  we  best  proclaim  abroad, 
The  honors  of  our  Saviour-God ; 
When  his  salvation  reigns  within, 
And  grace  subdues  the  power  of  sin. 

3  Our  flesh  and  sense  must  be  denied — 
Passion  and  envy,  lust  and  pride ! 
While  justice,  temperance,  truth  and  love, 
Our  inward  piety  approve. 

4  Religion  bears  our  spirits  up, 
While  we  expect  that  blessed  hope — 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord — 
And  faith  stands  leaning  on  his  word. 

HYMN  204.  C.  M.     [342] 

JOIN,  all  ye  ransom'd  sons  of  grace, 

The  holy  joy  prolong. 
And  shout  to  the  Redeemer's  praise 

A  solemn  midnight  song. 

2  Blessing,  and  thanks,  and  love  and  might, 
Be  to  our  Jesus  given, 

Who  turns  our  darkness  into  light, 
Who  turns  our  hell  to  heaven. 

3  Thither  our  faithful  souls  he  leads. 
Thither  he  bids  us  rise 

With  crowns  of  joy  upon  our  heads, 
To  meet  him  in  the  skies. 

HYMN  205.     C.  M.     [465] 

AM  I  an  Israelite  indeed, 

Without  a  false  disguise  1 
Have  I  renounced  my  sins,  and  left 

My  refuges  of  lies  7 

2  Say,  does  my  heart  unchanged  remain? 

Or  is  it  formed  anew  ? 
What  is  the  rule  by  which  I  walk, 

The  object  I  pursue  ? 


134  CHRISTIAN    WARFARE. 

3  Cause  me,  O  God  of  truth  and  grace, 

My  real  state  to  know ! 
If  I  am  wrong,  O  set  me  right ! 

If  right,  preserve  me  so  ! 


CHRISTIAN  WARFARE. 


HYMN  206.     S.  M.     [171] 

SOLDIERS  of  Christ  arise, 

And  put  your  armor  on, 
Strong  in  the  strength  which  God  supplies 

Through  his  Eternal  Son  : 
Strong  in  the  Lord  of  Hosts, 

And  in  his  mighty  power, 
Who  in  the  strength  of  Jesus  trusts, 

Is  more  than  conqueror. 

2  Stand  then  in  his  great  might, 
With  all  his  strength  endu'd  ; 

But  take  to  arm  you  for  the  fight, 

The  panoply  of  God  : 
That  having  all  things  done, 

And  all  your  conflicts  past, 
Ye  may  o'ercome  through  Christ  alone, 

And  stand  entire  at  last. 

3  Leave  no  unguarded  place. 
No  weakness  of  the  soul  : 

Take  every  virtue,  every  grace, 

And  fortify  tlie  whole : 
Indissolubly  joined, 

To  battle  all  proceed  ; 
But  arm  yourselves  with  all  the  mind 

That  was  in  Christ,  your  Head. 


CHRISTIAN    WARFARE.  135 

HYMN  9,01.     S.  M.     [172] 

POUR  out  your  souls  to  God, 

And  bow  them  with  yoiu:  knees 
And  spread  your  hearts  and  hands  abroad, 

And  pray  for  Zion's  peace ; 
Your  guides  and  brethren  bear, 

For  ever  on  your  mind  ; 
Extend  the  arms  of  mighty  prayer, 

In  grasping  all  mankind. 

2  From  strength  to  strength  go  on, 

Wrestle,  and  light,  and  pray  : 
Tread  all  the  powers  of  darkness  down, 

And  win  the  well-fought  day  ; 
Still  let  the  Spirit  cry 

In  all  his  soldiers,  "  Come," 
Till  Christ  the  Lord  descend  from  high, 

And  take  the  conquerors  home. 

HYMiV  208.     C.  M.     [172] 

WHEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear 

To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I'll  bid  farewell  to  every  fear. 

And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 
And  fiery  darts  be  hurled, 

Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage. 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 
Let  storms  of  sorrow  fall ; 

So  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. 


136  CHRISTIAN    WARFARE. 

HYMN  209.     S.  M.     [173] 

HARK,  how  the  watchmen  cry ! 

Attend  the  trumpet's  sound ; 
Stand  to  your  arms,  the  foe  is  nigh ; 

The  powers  of  hell  surround : 
Who  bow  to  Christ's  command, 

Your  arms  and  hearts  prepare  ; 
The  day  of  battle  is  at  hand  ! 

Go  forth  to  glorious  war. 

2  See,  on  the  mountain  top, 
The  standard  of  your  God ! 

In  Jesus'  name  I  hft  it  up, 

All  stain'd  with  hallow'd  blood. 

His  standard  bearer,  I 
To  all  the  nations  call : 

Let  all  to  Jesus'  cross  draw  nigh ; 
He  bore  the  cross  for  all. 

3  Only  liave  faith  in  God  : 
In  faith  your  foes  assail : 

Not  wrestling  against  flesh  and  blood, 

But  all  the  powers  of  hell : 
From  thrones  of  glory  driven. 

By  flaming  vengeance  liurl'd. 
They  throng  the  air,  and  darken  heaven, 

And  rule  this  lower  world. 

HYMN  210.     C.  M.     [174] 

AM  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 

A  follower  of  the  Lamb  7 
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  : 
Whilst  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 

And  sail'd  through  bloody  seas  ? 


CflRlSTIAN    WARFARE.  137 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 
Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  7 

Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God  1 

4  Sure,  I  must  fight,  if  I  would  reign, 
Increase  my  courage,  Lord ; 

I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

5  Thy  saints  in  all  this  glorious  war, 
Shall  conquer,  though  they  die ; 

They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 
By  faith  they  bring  it  nigh, 

6  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 
And  all  thy  armies  shine, 

In  robes  of  victory  through  the  skies, 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 

HYMN  211.     S.  M. 

EQ,UIP  me  for  the  war, 

And  teach  my  hands  to  fight ; 
My  simple,  upright  heart  prepare, 

And  guide  my  words  aright; 
Control  my  ever}^  thought ; 

My  whole  of  sin  remove ; 
Let  all  my  works  in  thee  be  wrought, 

Let  all  be  wrought  in  love. 

2  O  arm  me  with  the  mind, 

Meek  Lamb  !  which  was  in  thee ; 
And  let  my  knowing  zeal  be  joined 

With  perfect  charity ! 
With  calm  and  tempered  zeal 

Let  me  enforce  thy  call ; 
And  vindicate  thy  gracious  will, 

Which  offers  life  to  all ! 

3  O  may  I  love  like  thee ! 
In  all  thy  footsteps  tread ! 


138  CHRISTIAN    ZEAL. 

Thou  hatest  all  iniquity, 

But  nothing  thou  hast  made. 

O  may  I  learn  the  art, 

With  meekness  to  reprove  ; 

To  hate  the  sin  with  all  my  heart, 
But  still  the  sinner  love  ! 


CHRISTIAN  ZEAL. 


HYMN  212.     S.  M.     [175] 

JESUS,  1  fain  would  find 

Thy  zeal  for  God  in  me : 
Thy  yearning  pity  for  mankind, 

Thy  burning  charity. 

2  In  me  thy  spirit  dwell ! 

In  me  thy  bowels  move ! 
So  shall  the  fervor  of  my  zeal 

Be  the  pure  flame  of  Love. 

HYMN  213.     L.  M. 

O  THOU  who  all  things  canst  control, 
Chase  this  dread  slumber  from  my  soul, 
With  joy  and  fear,  with  love  and  awe. 
Give  me  to  keep  thy  perfect  law. 

2  O  may  one  beam  of  thy  blest  light, 
Pierce  through,  dispel  the  shade  of  night ; 
Touch  my  cold  breast  with  heavenly  fire, 
With  holy,  conquering  zeal  inspire. 

3  For  zeal  I  sigh,  for  zeal  I  pant. 
Yet  heavy  is  my  soul  and  faint ; 
With  steps  unwav'ring,  undismay'd, 
Give  me  in  all  thy  paths  to  tread. 


CHRISTIAN    ZEAL.  139 

4  With  outstretched  hands,  and  streaming  eyes, 
Oft  I  begin  to  grasp  the  prize  ; 

1  groan,  I  strive,  I  watch,  I  pray  : 
But  ah  !  how  soon  it  dies  away  ! 

5  The  deadly  slumber  soon  I  feel, 
Afresh  upon  my  spirit  steal ; 

Rise,  Lord ;  stir  up  thy  quickening  power, 
And  wake  me  that  I  sleep  no  more. 

6  Single  of  heart  O  may  I  be  ! 
Nothing  may  I  desire  but  thee : 
Far,  far  from  me  the  world  remove, 
And  all  that  holds  me  from  thy  love  ! 

HYMN  214.     C.  M.     [176] 

ZEAL  is  that  pure  and  heavenly  flame, 

The  fire  of  love  supplies  ; 
While  that  which  often  bears  the  name, 

Is  self  in  a  disguise. 

2  True  zeal  is  merciful  and  mild. 
Can  pity  and  forbear ; 

The  false  is  headstrong,  fierce  and  wild ; 
And  breathes  revenge  and  war. 

3  While  zeal  for  truth  the  Christian  warms, 
He  knows  the  worth  of  peace ; 

But  self  contends  for  names  and  forms, 
Its  party  to  increase. 

4  Zeal  has  attain'd  its  highest  aim. 
Its  end  is  satisfied. 

If  sinners  love  tlie  Saviour's  name, 
Nor  seeks  it  aught  beside. 

5  But  self,  however  well  employed, 
Has  its  own  ends  in  view  ; 

And  says,  as  boasting  Jehu  cried, 
"  Come,  see  what  I  can  do." 

6  Self  may  its  poor  reward  obtain, 
And  be  applauded  here ; 


140  CHRISTIAN    ZEAL. 

But  zeal  the  best  applause  will  gain, 
When  Jesus  shall  appear. 

HYMN  215.     C.  M.     [4851 

AWAKE  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve, 

And  press  with  vigor  on, 
A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 

A  bright,  immortal  crown. 

2  'Tis  God's  all-animating  voice, 
That  calls  thee  from  on  high  ; 

'Tis  his  own  hand  presents  the  prize, 
To  thine  aspiring  eye. 

3  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around, 
Hold  thee  in  full  survey : 

Forget  the  steps  already  trod. 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

4  Blest  Saviour,  introduced  by  thee, 
Have  we  our  race  begun  : 

And,  crown'd  with  victory,  at  thy  feet 
We'll  lay  our  laurels  down. ' 

HYMN   216.     C.  M. 

DIDST  thou,  dear  Jesus,  suffer  shame, 

And  bear  the  cross  for  me  7 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  thy  name, 

Or  thy  disciple  be? 

2  Inspire  my  soul  with  life  divine, 
And  make  me  truly  bold  ; 

Let  knowledge,  faith,  and  meekness  shine. 
Nor  love,  nor  zeal  grow  cold. 

3  Let  mockers  scoff,  the  world  defame, 
And  treat  me  with  disdain ; 

Still  may  I  glory  in  thy  name, 
And  count  reproach  my  gain. 

4  To  thee  I  cheerfully  submit. 
And  all  my  powers  resign ; 


CHRISTIAN    ZEAL.  141 

Let  wisdom  point  out  what  is  fit, 
And  I'll  no  more  repine. 

HYMN  217.     C.  M.     [447] 

THE  saints  above  once  here  below 
Bedew'd  their  couch  with  tears  ; 

They  wrestled  hard,  as  we  do  now. 
With  sins,  and  doubts,  and  fears. 

2  I  ask  them  whence  their  vicfry  rose : 
They,  with  united  breath. 

Say,  "  Jesus  conquered  all  our  foes  : 
We  triumph  by  his  death  !" 

3  They  mark'd  the  footsteps  which  he  trod ; 
His  zeal  inspired  their  breast ; 

And,  following  their  incarnate  God, 
They  gain'd  the  promis'd  rest. 

4  The  Lamb  we  praise  with  pure  delight, 
For  his  own  pattern  given  : 

While  clouds  of  witnesses  in  sight, 
Show  the  same  path  to  heaven. 

HYMN  218.     C.  M. 

THE  message  first  to  Smyrna  sent, 

A  message  full  of  grace ; 
To  all  the  Saviour's  flock  is  meant. 

In  every  age  and  place. 

2  Thus  to  his  church,  his  chosen  bride, 
Saith  the  great  FIRST  and  LAST, 

Who  ever  lives — though  once  he  died  ! 
"  Hold  thy  profession  fast. 

3  "  Thy  works  and  sorrow  well  I  know, 
Perform'd  and  borne  for  me ; 

Poor  though  thou  art,  despis'd  aiad  low, 
Yet  who  is  rich  like  thee  7 

4  "  Be  faithful  unto  death,  nor  feaf 
A  few  short  days  of  strife ; 


142  TRUSTING    IN    GRACE 

Behold  the  prize  you  soon  shall  wear, 
A  crown  of  endless  life." 

5  Hear  what  the  Holy  Spirit  saith 

Of  all  who  overcome  ; 
"  They  shall  escape  the  second  death, 

The  sinner's  awful  doom !" 

HYMN  219.     C.  M.     [380] 

THUS  I  resolv'd  before  the  Lord, 
"  Now  will  I  watch  my  tongue. 

Lest  I  let  slip  one  sinful  word, 
Or  do  my  neighbor  wrong." 

2  If  I  am  e'er  constrain'd  to  stay 
With  men  of  lives  profane, 

I'll  set  a  double  guard  that  day. 
Nor  let  my  talk  be  vain. 

3  Yet,  if  some  proper  hour  appear, 
I'll  not  be  overawed, 

But  let  the  scoffing  sinners  hear. 
That  I  can  speak  for  God  ! 


TRUSTING  IN  GRACE  AND   PROVIDENCE. 


HYMN  220.     7s,  6s,  &  8.     [167] 

VAIN,  delusive  world,  adieu ! 

With  all  of  creature  good  ; 
Only  Jesus  I  pursue, 

Who  bought  me  with  his  blood ! 
All  thy  pleasures  I  forego, 

I  trample  on  thy  wealth  and  pride ; 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know. 

And  Jesus  crucified. 


AND    PROVIDENCE.  143 

2  Other  knowledge  I  disdain, 
'Tis  all  but  vanity  : 

Christ,  the  Lamb  of  God  was  slain, 

He  tasted  death  for  me ! 
Me  to  save  from  endless  wo, 

The  sin-atoning  Victim  died : 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified ! 

3  Here  will  I  set  up  my  rest, 
My  fluctuating  heart, 

From  the  haven  of  his  breast 

Shall  never  more  depart : 
Whither  should  a  sinner  go  ? 

His  wounds  for  me  stand  open  wide : 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified ! 

4  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, 

And  ever  in  his  faith  abide ; 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know. 

And  Jesus  crucified ! 

5  O  that  I  could  all  invite. 
This  saving  truth  to  prove : 

Show  the  length,  the  breadth,  the  height 

And  depth  of  Jesus'  love ! 
Fain  would  I  to  sinners  show 

The  blood  by  faith  alone  applied ; 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified ! 

HYMN  221.     C.  M.     [158] 

WITH  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 
Of  our  High  Priest  above ; 


144  TRUSTING    IN    GRACE 

His  heart  is  made  of  tenderness, 
His  bowels  melt  with  love. 

2  Touch 'd  with  a  sympathy  within, 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame ; 

He  knows  what  sore  temptations  mean, 
For  he  hath  felt  the  same. 

3  He  in  the  days  of  feeble  flesh, 
Pour'd  out  strong  cries  and  tears ; 

And  in  his  measure  feels  afresh, 
What  every  member  bears. 

4  He'll  never  quench  the  smoking  flax, 
But  raise  it  to  a  flame ; 

The  bruised  reed  he  never  breaks, 
Nor  scorns  the  meanest  name. 

5  Then  let  our  humble  faith  address, 
His  mercy  and  his  power ; 

We  shall  obtain  deliv'ring  grace, 
In  the  distressing  hour. 

HYMN   222.     L.  M.     [159] 

JESUS,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone ; 
He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon ; 
His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue 
The  narrow  way  till  him  I  view. 

2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  w^ent, 
The  road  that  leads  from  banishment ; 
The  King's  highway  of  holiness, 

I'll  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 

3  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought 
And  mourn'd  because  I  found  it  not ; 
My  grief  a  burden  long  has  been, 
Because  I  w^as  not  saved  from  sin. 

4  The  more  I  strove  against  its  power, 
I  felt  its  weight  and  guilt  the  more ; 


AND    PROVIDENCE.  145 

Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, 
*'  Come  hither,  soul,  I  am  the  way." 

5  Lo  !  glad  I  come,  and  thou,  blest  Lamb, 
Shalt  take  me  to  thee,  whose  I  am ; 
Nothing  but  sin  have  I  to  give, 
Nothing  but  love  shall  I  receive. 

6  Then  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round-, 
What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found ; 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 
And  say,  "  Behold  the  way  to  God  P 

HYMN  223.     C.  M.     [160] 

MY  God,  my  portion  and  my  love, 

My  everlasting  All, 
I've  none  but  thee  in  heaven  above, 

Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 

2  What  empty  things  are  all  the  skies, 
And  this  inferior  clod  ! 

There's  nothing  here  deserves  my  joys, 
There's  nothing  like  my  God. 

3  In  vain  the  bright,  the  burning  sun. 
Scatters  his  feeble  light ; 

'Tis  thy  sweet  beams  create  my  noon — 
If  thou  withdraw,  'tis  night. 

4  Were  I  possessor  of  the  earth. 
And  call'd  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  of  thy  face, 
And  I  desire  no  more. 

7 


146  TRUSTING    IN    GRACE 

HYMN  224.     7s.     [161] 

CHILDREN  of  the  heavenly  King-, 
As  we  journey  let  us  sing  ; 
Sing  our  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
GIorioBS  in  his  works  and  ways. 

2  We  are  travelling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  our  fathers  trod : 
They  are  happy  now,  and  we 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

3  O,  ye  banished  seed,  be  glad, 
Christ,  our  advocate  is  made  ; 
Us  to  save,  our  flesh  assumes;' 
Brother  to  our  souls  becomes. 

4  Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  our  land ; 
Jesus  Christ,  our  Father's  Son, 
Bids  us  undismay'd  go  on. 

5  Lord  [  obediently  we'll  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below : 
Only  thou  our  Leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  thee ! 

HYMN  225.     L.  M.     [161] 

HOW  do  thy  mercies  close  me  round ! 
For  ever  be  thy  name  ador'd  ! 

1  blush  in  all  things  to  abound  ; 

The  servant  is  above  his  Lord  [ 

2  Inurd  to  poverty  and  pain, 

A  suff 'ring  life  my  Master  led  ; 
The  Son  of  God,  the  Son  of  Man, 
He  had  not  where  to  lay  his  head. 

3  But  lo  !  a  place  he  hath  prepar'd 
For  me,  whom  watchful  angels  keep ; 

Yea,  he  himself  becomes  my  guard  ; 

He  smooths  my  bed,  and  gives  me  sleep. 


AND    PROVIDENCE.  147 

4  Jesus  protects  ;  my  fears  begone : 
What  can  the  Rock  of  Ages  move ! 

Safe  in  thme  arms  I  lay  me  down, 
Thy  everlasting  arms  of  love. 

5  While  thou  art  intimately  nigh, 
Who,  who  shall  violate  my  rest  ? 

Sin,  earth,  and  hell,  I  now  defy ; 
I  lean  upon  my  Saviour's  breast. 

HYMN  226.     L.  M. 

GOD  of  my  life,  whose  gracious  power. 
Thro'  various  deaths  my  soul  hath  led ; 

Or  turn'd  aside  the  fatal  hour, 
Or  lifted  up  my  sinking  head ! 

2  In  all  my  ways  thy  hand  I  own, 
Thy  ruling  providence  I  see  : 

Assist  me  still  my  course  to  run. 
And  still  direct  my  paths  to  thee. 

3  Whither,  O  whither  should  I  fly! 
But  to  my  loving  Saviour's  breast ; 

Secure  within  thine  arms  to  lie. 
And  safe  beneath  thy  wings  to  rest. 

4  I  have  no  skill  the  snare  to  shun. 
But  thou,  O  Christ !  my  wisdom  art : 

I  ever  into  ruin  run. 

But  thou  art  greater  than  my  heart. 

5  Foolivsh,  and  impotent,  and  blind. 
Lead  me  a  way  I  have  not  known  ; 

Bring  me  where  I  my  heaven  may  find, 
The  heaven  of  loving  thee  alone. 

6  Enlarge  my  heart  to  make  thee  room ; 
Enter,  and  in  me  ever  stay : 

The  crooked  then  shall  straight  become, 
The  darkness  shall  be  lost  in  day. 


148  TRUSTING    IN    GRACE 

HYMN  227.     10s.  &  Us.     [163] 

THOUGH  troubles  assail,  and  dangers  af- 
fright, 

Though  friends  should  all  fail,  and  foes  all 
unite, 

Yet  one  thing  secures  us,  whatever  betide, 

The  promise  assures  us,  the  Lord  will  pro- 
vide. 

2  When  Satan  appears  to  stop  up  our  path, 
And  fills  us  with  fears,  we  triumph  by  faith ; 
He  cannot  take  from  us  (tho'  oft  he  has  tried) 
The  heart-cheering  promise,  the  Lord  will  pro- 
vide. 

3  He  tells  us  we're  weak,  our  hope  is  in  vain, 
The  good  that  we  seek  we  ne'er  shall  obtain : 
But  when  such  suggestions  our  graces  have 

tried, 
This  answers  all  questions.  The  Lord  will  pro- 
vide. 

4  No  strength  of  our  own,  nor  goodness  we 

claim ; 

Our  trust  is  all  thrown  on  Jesus'  name  ; 

In  this,  our  strong  tower,  for  safety  we  hide  ; 

The  Lord  is  our  power,  the  Lord  will  pro- 
vide. 

5  When  life  sinks  apace  and  death  is  in  view, 
The  word  of  his  grace  shall  comfort  us  through ; 
Not  fearing  or  doubting  with  Christ  on  our  side, 
We  hope  to  die  shouting,  The  Lord  will  pro- 
vide. 

HYMN   228.     L.  P.  M.     [164j 

THE  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare, 
And  feed  me  with  a  shepherd's  care ; 


AND    PROVIDENCE.  149 

His  presence  shall  my  wants  supply, 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye: 
My  noon-day  walks  he  shall  attend, 
And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend. 

2  When  in  the  sultry  glebe  I  faint, 
Or  on  the  thirsty  mountain  pant, 
To  fertile  vales  and  dewy  meads, 
My  weary,  wand'ring  steps  he  leads, 
Where  peaceful  rivers,  soft  and  slow, 
Amid  the  verdant  landscape  flow. 

3  Though  in  the  paths  of  death  I  tread, 
With  gloomy  horrors  overspread, 

My  steadfast  heart  shall  fear  no  ill. 
For  thou,  O  Lord,  art  with  me  still : 
Thy  friendly  crook  shall  give  me  aid, 
And  guide  me  thro'  the  dreadful  shade. 

4  Though  in  a  bare  and  rugged  way, 
Through  devious,  lonely  wilds  I  stray, 
Thy  bounty  shall  my  pains  beguile ; 
The  barren  wilderness  shall  smile, 

With  sudden  greens  and  herbage  crowned. 
And  streams  shall  murmur  all  around. 

HYMN  229.     C.  M.     [165] 

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. 


150  TRUSTING    IN    GRACE 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 
But  trust  him  for  his  grace  ; 

Behind  a  frowning  providence 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 
Unfolding  every  hour : 

The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 

6  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 
And  scan  his  work  in  vain : 

God  is  his  own  interpreter, 
4nd  he  will  make  it  plain. 

HYMN  230.     L.  M.     [166] 

AWAY,  my  unbelie\ing  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  7 
No,  in  the  strength  of  Jesus,  no  : 

I  never  will  give  up  my  shield. 

2  Although  the  vine  its  fruit  deny, 
Although  the  olive  yield  no  oil, 

The  with'ring  fig-tree  droop  and  die, 
The  fields  elude  the  tiller's  toil, 

The  empty  stall  no  herd  afford. 
And  perish  all  the  bleating  race. 

Yet  I  will  triumph  in  the  Lord, 
The  God  of  my  salvation  praise. 

3  Barren  although  my  soul  remain. 
And  not  one  bud  of  grace  appear, 

No  fruit  of  all  my  toil  and  pain, 
But  sin  and  only  sin  is  here : 

Although  my  gifts  and  comforts  lost. 
My  blooming  hopes  cut  off  I  see ; 


f 


AND    PROVIDENCE,  151 

Yet  will  I  in  my  Saviour  trust, 
And  glory  that  he  died  for  me. 

4  In  hope  believing  against  hope^ 
Jesus,  my  Lord,  my  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. 

HYMN  231.     L.  M. 

PEACE,  troubled  soul,  thou  need'st  not  fear  1 
Thy  great  Provider  still  is  near  : 
Who  fed  thee  last,  will  feed  thee  still ; 
Be  calm,  and  sink  into  his  will 

2  Tlie  Lord  who  built  the  earth  and  sky, 
In  mercy  stoops  to  hear  thy  cry ; 

His  promise  all  may  freely  claim, 

^'  Ask  and  receive  in  Jesus'  name."  ,^ 

3  His  stores  are  open  all,  and  free 
To  such  as  truly  upright  be ; 
Water  and  bread  he'll  give  for  food, 
With  all  things  else  which  he  sees  good. 

4  Your  sacred  hairs  which  are  so  small^ 
By  God  himself  are  numbef  d  all ; 
This  truth  he's  publish^  all  abroad, 
That  men  may  learn  to  trust  the  Lord. 

SECOND    PART, 

HYMN  232.     L.  M. 

THE  ravens  daily  he  doth  feed, 
And  sends  them  food  as  they  have  need ; 
Although  they  nothing  have  in  store, 
Yet  as  they  lack  lie  gives  them  more. 


152  TEUSTING    IN    GRACE 

2  Then  do  not  seek  with  anxious  care^ 
What  ye  shall  eat,  or  drink,  or  wear, 
Your  heavenly  Father  will  you  feed, 
He  knows  that  all  these  things  you  need. 

3  Without  reserve  give  Christ  your  heart j 
Let  him  his  righteousness  impart; 

Then  all  things  else  he'll  freely  give^ 
With  him  you  all  things  shall  receive. 

4  Thus  sliall  the  soul  be  truly  blest, 
That  seeks  in  God  his  only  rest ; 
May  I  that  happy  person  be, 

In  time  and  in  eternity. 

HYMN  233.  C.  M.     [167] 

JESUS,  great  Shepherd  of  the  sheep. 

To  thee  for  help  we  fly ; 
Thy  little  flock  in  safety  keep, 

For  J  oh  1  the  wolf  is  nigh  ! 

2  He  comes,  of  hellish  malice  fuH, 

To  scattei',  tear,  and  slay ; 
He  seizes  every  straggling  soul^ 

As  his  own  lawful  prey. 

Z  Us  into  thy  protection  take, 

And  gather  with  thy  arm  ; 
Unless  the  fold  we  first  forsake. 

The  wolf  can  never  harm. 

4  We  laugh  to  scorn  his  cruel  power 
While  by  oiu-  Shepherd's  side ; 

The  sheep  he  never  can  devour, 
Unless  he  first  divide. 

5  O,  do  not  suffer  him  to  part 
The  souls  that  here  agree : 

But  make  us  of  one  mind  and  heart. 
And  keep  us  one  in  thee ! 

6  Together  let  us  sweetly  livej, 
Together  let  us^  die; 


AND    PROVIDENCE.  153 

And  each  a  starry  crown  receive,   ^ 
And  reign  above  the  sky. 

HYMN  234.     C.  P.  M.     [168] 

COME  on,  my  partners  in  distress, 
My  comrades  through  the  wilderness, 

Who  still  your  bodies  feel : 
Awhile  forget  your  griefs  and  fears, 
And  look  beyond  this  vale  of  tears, 

To  that  celestial  hill. 

2  Beyond  the  bounds  of  time  and  space, 
Look  forward  to  that  heavenly  place, 

The  saints'  secure  abode  ; 
On  faith's  strong  eagle  pinions  rise, 
And  force  your  passage  to  the  skies, 

And  scale  the  mount  of  God. 

3  Who  suffer  with  our  Master  here, 
We  shall  before  his  face  appear, 

And  by  his  side  sit  down ; 
To  patient  faith  the  prize  is  sure ; 
And  all  that  to  the  end  endure 

The  cross,  shall  wear  the  crown. 

4  Thrice  blessed,  bliss  inspiring  hope ! 
It  lifts  the  fainting  spirits  up ; 

It  brings  to  life  the  dead: 
Our  conflicts  here  shall  soon  be  past, 
And  you  and  I  ascend  at  last, 

Triumphant  with  our  Head. 

5  That  great  mysterious  Deity  ; 
We  soon  with  open  face  shall  see : 

The  beatific  sight 
Shall  fill  the  heavenly  courts  with  praise. 
And  wide  diffuse  the  golden  blaze 

Of  everlasting  light. 

HYMN  235.  L.  M.     [169] 

THOU  Lamb  of  God,  thou  Prince  of  Peace, 
For  thee  my  thirsty  soul  doth  pine : 

7* 


154  TRUSTING    IN    GRACE 

My  longing  iieart  implores  thy  grace : 
O  make  me  in  thy  likeness  shine ! 

2  When  pain  o'er  my  weak  flesh  prevails, 
With  lamb-like  patience  arm  my  breast ; 

When  grief  my  wounded  soul  assails, 
In  lowly  meekness  may  I  rest. 

3  Close  by  thy  side  still  may  I  keep, 
Howe'er  life's  various  current  flow  ; 

With  steadfast  eye  mark  every  step, 
And  follow  thee  where'er  thou  go. 

4  Thou,  Lord,  the  dreadful  fight  hast  won ; 
Alone  thou  hast  the  wine-press  trod ; 

In  me  thy  strengthening  grace  be  shown, 
O  may  I  conquer  through  thy  blood  ! 

HYMN  236.     L.  M. 

ETERNAL  Beam  of  Light  divine, 

Fountain  of  unexhausted  love ; 
In  whom  the  Father's  glories  shine. 

Through  earth  beneath  and  heaven  above. 

2  Jesus,  the  weary  w^anderers'  rest, 
Give  me  thy  easy  yoke  to  bear ; 

With  steadfast  patience  arm  my  breast, 
With  spotless  love,  and  lowly  fear. 

3  Thankful  I  take  the  cup  from  thee, 
Prepared  and  mingled  by  thy  skill ; 

Though  bitter  to  the  taste  it  be, 

Powerful  the  wounded  soul  to  heal. 

4  Be  thou,  O  Rock  of  ages,  nigh  ! 

So  shall  each  murmuring  thought  be  gone ; 
And  grief,  and  fear,  and  care,  shall  fly. 
As  clouds  before  the  mid-day  sun. 

5  Speak  to  my  warring  passions,  "  Peace ;" 
Say  to  my  trembling  heart,  "  Be  still;" 

Thy  power  my  strength  and  fortress  is, 
For  all  things  serve  thy  sovereign  will. 


AND    PR<3VIDENCE.  155 

HYMN  237.     L.  M.     [480] 

LET  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  say^ 
^'  Strength  shall  be  equal  to  thy  day," 
Then  I  rejoice  in  deep  distress, 
Upheld  by  all-sufficient  grace. 

2  I  can  do  all  things — or  can  bear 
All  suffering,  if  my  Lord  be  there  ; 
Sweet  pleasures  mingle  with  the  pains, 
While  he  my  sinking  head  sustains. 

3  I  glory  in  infirmity, 

That  Christ's  own  power  may  rest  on  me ; 
When  I  am  weak,  then  I  am  strong  : 
Grace  is  my  shield,  and  Christ  my  song, 

HYMN  238.     C.  M.     [326] 

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  w^andering  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  thro'  the  shades  of  deaths 
Thy  presence  is  my  stay  ; 

A  word  of  thy  supporting  breath 
Drives  all  my  fears  away, 

4  Thy  hand,  in  sight  of  all  my  foes, 
Doth  now  my  table  spread : 

My  cup  with  blessings  overflows. 
Thine  oil  anoints  my  head. 

5  The  sure  provisions  of  my  God 
Attend  me  all  my  days  : 

O  may  thine  house  be  mine  abode. 
And  all  my  work  be  praise  I 


156  TRUSTING    IN    GRACE 

HYMN  239.     L.  M.     [38iJ 

AS  pants  the  hart  for  water  brooks^ 
So  pants,  O  God,  my  soul  for  thee  I 

To  tliee  my  thirsty  spirit  looks  ; 
O,  when  shall  I  thy  presence  see  ? 

2  Why,  O  my  soul,  art  thou  cast  down  1 
Why  this  disquiet  in  my  breast  1 

Hope  thou  in  God  ;  for,  tho'  he  frown, 
His  grace  and  love  shall  make  thee  blest  I 

3  Where  mountains  rise,  and  torrents  flow. 
My  burden'd  soul  remembers  th^e ; 

By  Jordan's  stream,  'mid  Hermon's  snow, 
When  \vaves  of  trouble  rush  o'er  me. 

4  Still,  Lord,  thy  goodness  cheers  my  day, 
And  in  the  night  thy  song  I  sing  ; 

In  thee  I  trust,  to  thee  I  pray  ; 
To  thee,  my  Rock,  my  God,  my  King  I 

5  Why,  O  my  soul,  art  thou  cast  down  7 
Why  this  disquiet  in  my  breast '? 

Hope  thou  in  God,  for  tho'  he  frown. 
His  grace  and  love  shall  make  thee  blest  I 

HYMN  240.     C.  M.     [460] 

WHAT  tho'  no  flowers  the  fig-tree  clothe, 

Though  vines  their  fruit  deny, 
The  labor  of  the  olive  fail, 

And  fields  no  meat  supply ; — 

2  Tho'  from  the  fold,  with  sad  surprise. 
My  flock  cut  ofl*  I  see  ; 

Though  famine  reign  in  empty  stalls, 
Where  herds  were  wont  to  be ; 

3  Yet  in  the  Lord  will  I  be  glad, 
And  glory  in  his  love  ; 

In  him  I'll  joy,  who  will  the  God 
Of  my  salvation  prove. 


AND    PROVIDENCE.  157 

4  God  is  the  treasure  of  my  soul, 

The  source  of  lasting  joy ; 
A  joy  which  want  shall  not  impair, 

Nor  death  itself  destroy. 

HYMN  241.     S.  M.     [466] 

HOW  gentle  God's  commands ! 

How  kind  his  precepts  are  ! 
Come,  cast  your  burdens  on  the  Lord, 

And  trust  his  constant  care. 

2  His  bounty  will  provide, 
His  saints  securely  dwell : 

That  hand  which  bears  creation  up, 
Shall  guard  his  children  well. 

3  Why  should  this  anxious  load 
Press  down  your  weary  mind? 

O  seek  your  heavenly  Father's  throne, 
And  peace  and  comfort  find. 

4  His  goodness  stands  approved. 
Unchanged  from  day  to  day ; 

I'll  drop  my  burden  at  his  feet, 
And  bear  a  song  away. 

HYMN  242.     L.  M.     [310] 

HIGH  in  thy  heavens,  eternal  God, 
Thy  goodness  in  full  glory  shines  ; 

Tliy  truth  shall  break  thro'  every  cloud 
That  veils  and  darkens  thy  designs. 

2  For  ever  firm  thy  justice  stands, 

As  mountains  their  foundations  keep : 
Wise  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hands ; 
Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 

3  Tiiy  providence  is  kind  and  large ; 
Both  man  and  beast  thy  bounty  share : 

Tlie  whole  creation  is  thy  charge. 
But  saints  are  thy  peculiar  care. 


158  TRUSTING    IN    GRACE 

5  My  God,  how  excellent  thy  grace, 

Whence  all  our  hope  and  comfort  springs ; 

The  sons  of  Adam,  in  distress, 
Fly  to  the  shadow  of  thy  wings. 

HYMN  243.     L.  M.     [312] 

FORTH  in  thy  name,  O  Lord,  I  go, 

My  daily  labor  to  pursue ; 
Thee,  only  thee,  resolved  to  know, 

In  all  I  think,  or  speak,  or  do. 

2  Thee  may  I  set  at  my  right  hand. 
Whose  eyes  my  inmost  substance  see ; 

And  labor  on  at  thy  command. 
And  offer  all  my  works  to  thee, 

3  Give  me  to  bear  thy  easy  yoke, 
And  every  moment  watch  and  pray ; 

And  still  to  things  eternal  look, 
And  hasten  to  thy  glorious  day. 

4  For  thee  delightfully  employ, 
Whate'er  thy  bounteous  grace  hath  given : 

And  run  my  course  with  even  joy, 
And  closely  walk  with  thee  to  heaven. 

HYMN  244.     C.  M.     [311] 

SUMMON'D  my  labor  to  renew, 

And  glad  to  act  my  part, 
Lord,  in  thy  name  my  work  I  do. 

And  with  a  single  heart. 

2  And  of  my  every  action  thou, 
In  all  things  thee  I  see ; 

Accept  my  hallow'd  labor  now, 
I  do  it  unto  thee. 

3  Whate'er  the  Father  views  as  thine, 
He  views  with  gracious  eyes  * 

Jesus,  this  mean  oblation  join 
To  thy  great  Sacrifice. 


AND    PROVIDENCE.  159 

4  Stamp'd  with  an  infinite  desert, 

My  work  he  then  shall  own  ; 
Well  pleased  with  me  when  mine  thou  art, 

And  I  his  favor' d  son. 

HYMN  245.     S.  M.     [370] 

THE  Lord  my  Shepherd  is, 

I  shall  be  w^ell  supplied ; 
Since  he  is  mine,  and  I  am  his, 

What  can  I  w^ant  beside  ? 

2  He  leads  me  to  the  place, 
Where  heavenly  pasture  grows ; 

Where  living  waters  gently  pass. 
And  full  salvation  Hows. 

3  If  e'er  I  go  astray, 

He  doth  my  soul  reclaim  ; 
And  guides  me  in  his  own  right  way. 
For  his  most  holy  name. 

4  While  he  affords  his  aid, 

I  cannot  yield  to  fear ;  [shade. 

Though  I  should  walk  through  death's  dark 
My  Shepherd's  with  me  there. 

HYMN  246.     C.  M.     [371] 

SOON  as  I  heard  my  Father  say, 

"  Ye  children,  seek  my  grace," 
My  heart  replied  without  delay, 

"  I'll  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,  my  Savioiu-  will  appear, 
And  all  my  need  supply. 


160  TRUSTING    IN    GRACE 

4  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  trembling  saints, 

And  trust,  still  fearing  nought ; 
He'll  raise  your  spirit  when  it  faints, 

And  far  exceed  your  thought. 

HYMN  247.     lis. 

HOW  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word  ! 
What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  he  hath 

said, 
Who  unto  the  Saviour  for  refuge  hath  fled : 

2  In  every  condition,  in  sickness  and  health, 
In  poverty's  vale,  or  abounding  in  wealth, 
At  home  and  abroad,  on  the  land,  on  the  sea, 
As  thy  day's  may  demand,  shall  thy  strength 

ever  be. 

3  "Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee,  O  be  not  dismayed, 
For  I  am  thy  God,  and  will  still  give  thee  aid ; 
I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause  thee 

to  stand, 
Upheld  by  my  righteous,  omnipotent  hand. 

4  "When  thro'  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee 

to  go, 
The  rivers  of  sorrow  shall  not  overflow  ; 
For  I  will  be  with  thee  thy  troubles  to  bless, 
And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

5  "When  through  fiery  trials  thy   pathway 

shall  lie, 
My  grace  all  sufficient  shall  by  thy  supply ; 
The  flame  shall  not  hurt  thee,  I  only  design 
Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 

6  "  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  doth  lean  for  repose, 
I  will  not,  I  will  not  desert  to  his  foes ; 


AND    PROVIDENCE.  161 

That  soul,  though  all  hell  should  endeavour  to 

shake, 
ril  never — no  never — no  never  forsake.'' 

HYMN  248.     L.  M. 

TO  God  most  awful,  and  most  high, 
Who  formed  the  earth,  the  sea,  the  sky, 
To  him,  on  whom  all  w^orlds  depend, 
Our  humbled  hearts  in  sighs  we  send. 

2  Will  he  who  hears  the  raven's  cry, 
Reject  our  prayers  and  bid  us  die '] 
Will  he  refuse  his  help  to  yield. 
Who  clothes  the  lilies  of  the  field  ? 

3  Pale  famine  lifts  at  his  command, 
Her  withering  arm,  and  blasts  the  land ; 
The  harvests  perish  at  her  breath  ; 
Her  train  are  want,  disease  and  death. 

4  But  W'hen  he  smiles,  the  desert  blooms, 
New  life  is  born  among  the  tombs ; 

O'er  the  glad  plains  abundance  teems, 
And  plenty  rolls  in  bounteous  streams. 

5  Father  of  grace  whom  we  adore. 
Bless  thy  large  family,  the  poor ; 
The  poor  on  thee  alone  depend, 
Continue  thou  the  poor  man's  friend. 

6  Content  to  live  by  toil  and  pain. 
May  we  eternal  riches  gain  ; 
Meanwhile  by  thy  free  goodness  fed, 
Give  us  this  day  our  daily  bread. 

HYMN  249.     S.  M. 

COMMIT  thou  all  thy  griefs 

And  ways  into  his  hands, 
To  his  sure  truth  and  tender  care. 

Who  earth  and  heaven  commands. 


162  TRUSTING     IN    GRACE 

2  Who  points  the  clouds  their  course, 
Whom  winds  and  seas  obey ; 

He  shall  direct  thy  wandering  feet, 
He  shall  prepare  thy  way. 

3  Thou  on  the  Lord  rely, 
So  safe  shalt  thou  go  on ; 

Fix  on  his  work  thy  steadfast  eye, 
So  shall  thy  work  be  done. 

4  No  profit  canst  thou  gain 
By  self  consuming  care  ; 

To  him  commend  thy  cause,  his  ear 
Attends  the  softest  prayer. 

5  Thy  everlasting  truth. 
Father,  thy  ceaseless  love. 

Sees  all  thy  children's  wants,  and  knows 
What  best  for  each  will  prove. 

6  Thou  every  where  hast  sway, 
And  all  things  serve  thy  might ; 

Thy  every  act  pure  blessing  is. 
Thy  path,  unsullied  light. 

7  When  thou  arisest,  Lord, 
What  shall  thy  work  withstand  1 

Whate'er  thy  children  \\  ant,  thou  giv'st ; 
And  who  shall  stay  thy  hand  ? 

HYMN  250.     L.  M. 

THE  tempter  to  my  soul  hath  said, 
"  There  is  no  help  in  God  for  thee  :" 

Lord,  lift  thou  up  thy  servant's  head. 
My  glory,  shield  and  solace  be. 

2  Thus  to  the  Lord  I  raised  my  cry ; 

He  heard  me  from  his  holy  hill ; 
At  his  command  the  waves  rolled  by — 

He  beckoned,  and  the  winds  were  still. 


AND    PROVIDENCE.  163 

4  I  laid  me  down  and  slept : — I  woke — 
Thou,  Lord,  my  spirit  didst  sustain; 

Bright  from  the  east  the  morning  broke, 

Thy  comforts  rose  on  me  again.  ' 

4  I  will  not  fear,  though  armed  throngs 
Compass  my  steps  in  all  their  wrath ; 

Salvation  to  the  Lord  belongs. 

His  presence  guards  his  people's  path. 

HYMN  251.     S.  M. 

AWAY,  my  needless  fears, 

And  doubts  no  longer  mine ; 
A  ray  of  heavenly  light  appears, 

A  messenger  divine. 

2  Thrice  comfortable  hope, 
That  calms  my  troubled  breast. 

My  Father's  hand  prepares  the  cup, 
And  what  he  wills  is  best. 

3  If  what  I  vnsh  is  good, 
And  suits  the  will  divine  ; 

By  earth  and  hell  in  vain  withstood, 
I  know  it  shall  be  mine. 

4  Still  let  them  counsel  take, 
To  frustrate  his  decree ; 

They  cannot  keep  a  blessing  back, 
By  Heaven  designed  for  me. 

5  Here  then  I  doubt  no  more. 
But  in  his  pleasure  rest. 

Whose  wisdom,  love,  and  truth,  and  power, 
Engage  to  make  me  blest. 

HYMN  252.     S.  M. 

GIVE  to  the  winds  thy  fears ; 
Hope,  and  be  undismayed : 


164  REJOICING    AND    PRAISE. 

God  hears  thy  sighs  and  counts  thy  tears, 
God  shall  lift  up  thy  head. 

2  Through  waves,  and  clouds,  and  storms, 
He  gently  clears  thy  way  : 

Wait  thou  his  time,  so  shall  this  night. 
Soon  end  in  joyous  day. 

3  Still  heavy  is  thy  heart  7 
Still  sink  thy  spirits  down  7 

Cast  oflf  the  weight,  let  fear  depart. 
Bid  every  care  begone. 

4  What  though  thou  rulest  not  7 
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 ! 


REJOICING  AND  PRAISE. 


HYMN  253.     C.  M.     [88] 

O  FOR  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 
My  great  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. 


REJOICING     AND    PRAISE.  165 

3  Jesus ! — the  name  that  charms  our  fears. 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease ; 
'Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears, 

'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

i  He  breaks  the  power  of  cancell'd  sin. 

He  sets  the  prisoner  free ; 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean, 

His  blood  avail'd  for  me. 

5  He  speaks — and,  listening  to  his  voice, 

New  life  the  dead  receive; 
The  mournful,  broken  hearts  rejoice. 

The  humble  poor  believe. 

SECOND    PART. 

HYMN  254.     C.  M. 

HEAR  him,  ye  deaf;  his  praise,  ye  dumb, 

Your  loosen'd  tongues  employ ; 
Ye  blind,  behold  your  Saviour  come, 

And  leap,  ye  lame,  for  joy. 

2  Look  unto  him,  ye  nations  ;  own 
Your  God,  ye  fallen  race ; 

Look,  and  be  saved  through  faith  alone, 
Be  justified  by  grace. 

3  See  all  your  sins  on  Jesus  laid : 
The  Lamb  of  God  was  slain : 

His  soul  was  once  an  offering  made 
For  every  soul  of  man. 

4  Awake  from  guilty  nature's  sleep, 
And  Christ  shall  give  you  light, 

Cast  all  your  sins  into  the  deep. 
And  wash  the  jEthiop  white. 

5  With  me,  your  chief,  ye  then  shall  know, 
Shall  feel,  your  sins  forgiven  ; 

Anticipate  your  heaven  below. 
And  own  that  love  is  heaven. 


166  REJOICING    AND    PRAISE. 

HYMN  255.     P.  M.     [88] 

HOW  happy  are  they, 
Who  their  Saviour  obey, 

And  have  laid  up  their  treasures  above  ! 
Tongue  cannot  express 
The  sweet  comfort  and  peace 

Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love  ! 

2  That  comfort  was  mine, 
When  the  favor  divine 

I  first  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb  ; 

When  my  heart  it  believed, 

What  a  joy  I  receiv'd, 
What  a  heaven  in  Jesus'  name  ! 

3  'Twas  a  heaven  below. 
My  Redeemer  to  know ; 

The  angels  could  do  nothing  more, 

Than  to  fall  at  his  feet. 

And  the  story  repeat, 
And  the  Lover  of  sinners  adore. 

4  Jesus  all  the  day  long 
Was  my  joy  and  my  song ; 

O,  that  all  his  salvation  might  see  ! 

He  hath  lov'd  me,  I  cried. 

He  hath  suffer'd  and  died, 
To  redeem  such  a  rebel  as  me. 

5  On  the  wrings  of  his  love, 
I  was  carried  above 

All  sin,  and  temptation,  and  pain ; 

I  could  not  believe 

That  I  ever  should  grieve. 
That  I  ever  should  suffer  again. 

6  I  rode  on  the  sky. 
Freely  justified  I, 

Nor  did  envy  Elijah  his  seat : 
My  soul  mounted  higher. 


REJOICING    AND    PRAISE.  167 

In  a  chariot  of  fire, 
And  the  moon  it  was  under  my  feet. 

7  O,  rapturous  height 

Of  that  holy  deUght 
Which  I  felt  in  the  life-giving  blood  ! 

Of  my  Saviour  possest, 

I  was  perfectly  blest, 
As  if  fill'd  with  the  fulness  of  God. 

HYMN  256.     C.  M.     [90] 

THY  presence.  Lord,  the  place  shall  fill, 

My  heart  shall  be  thy  throne  ; 
Thy  holy,  just  and  perfect  will, 

Shall  in  my  flesh  be  done. 

2  I  thank  thee  for  the  present  grace, 
And  now  in  hope  rejoice, 

In  confidence  to  see  thy  face, 
And  always  hear  thy  voice. 

3  I  have  the  things  I  ask  of  thee, 
What  shall  I  more  require?- 

That  still  my  soul  may  restless  be, 
And  only  thee  desire. 

4  Thy  only  will  be  done,  not  mine. 
But  make  me,  Lord,  thy  home  ; 

Come  when  thou  wilt,  I  that  resign, 
But  oh,  my  Jesus,  come ! 

HYMN  257.     C.  M.     [91] 

COME,  let  us  who  in  Christ  believe, 

Our  common  Saviour  praise  : 
To  him,  with  joyful  voices,  give 

The  glory  of  his  grace. 
2  He  now  stands  knocking  at  the  door 

Of  every  sinner's  heart ; 
The  worst  need  keep  him  out  no  more, 

Or  force  him  to  depart. 


168  REJOICING    AND    PRAISE. 

3  Through  grace  we  hearken  to  thy  voice, 
Yield  to  be  sav'd  from  sin  ; 

In  sure  and  certain  hope  rejoice, 
That  thou  wilt  enter  in. 

4  Come  quickly  in,  thou  heavenly  guest. 
Nor  ever  hence  remove  : 

But  sup  with  us,  and  let  the  feast 
Be  everlasting  love. 

HYMN  258.     C.  M.     [91] 

TALK  with  us,  Lord,  thyself  reveal, 
While  here  o'er  earth  we  rove ; 

Speak  to  our  hearts,  and  let  us  feel 
The  kindlings  of  thy  love. 

2  With  thee  conversing,  we  forget 
All  time,  and  toil,  and  care : 

Labor  is  rest,  and  pain  is  sweet, 
If  thou,  my  God,  art  here. 

3  Here  then,  my  God  vouchsafe  to  stay, 
And  bid  my  heart  rejoice  ; 

My  bounding  heart  shall  own  thy  sway, 
And  echo  to  thy  voice. 

4  Thou  callest  me  to  seek  thy  face ; 
'Tis  all  I  wish  to  seek  ; 

T'  to  attend  the  whispers  of  thy  grace, 
And  hear  thee  inly  speak. 

5  Let  this  my  every  hour  employ, 
Till  I  thy  glory  see ! 

Enter  into  my  Master's  joy, 
And  find  my  heaven  in  thee. 

HYMN  259.     C.  P.  M.     [92] 

HOW  happy,  gracious  Lord,  are  we ! 
Divinely  drawn  to  follow  thee, 

Whose  hours  divided  are 
Betwixt  the  mount  and  multitude: 


REJOICING    AND    PRAISE.  169 

Our  day  is  spent  in  doing  good, 
Our  night  in  praise  and  prayer 

2  With  us  no  melancholy  void, 
No  moment  lingers  unemployed. 

Or  unimprov'd  below : 
Our  weariness  of  life  is  gone, 
Who  live  to  serve  our  God  alone, 

And  only  thee  to  know. 

3  The  winter's  night  and  summer's  day 
Glide  imperceptibly  away. 

Too  short  to  sing  thy  praise ; 
Too  few  we  find  the  happy  hours, 
And  haste  to  join  those  heavenly  powers, 

In  everlasting  lays. 

4  With  all  who  chant  thy  name  on  high, 
And  holy,  holy,  holy,  cry, — 

A  bright  harmonious  throng  ! — 
We  long  thy  praises  to  repeat, 
And  ceaseless  sing  around  thy  seat, 

The  new,  eternal  song, 

HYMN  260.     C.  M.     [93] 

JESUS,  to  thee  I  now  can  fly. 

On  whom  my  help  is  laid ; 
Opprest  by  sins,  I  lift  my  eye. 

And  see  the  shadows  fade. 

2  Believing  on  my  Lord,  I  find 
A  sure  and  present  aid : 

On  thee  alone  my  constant  mind 
Be  every  moment  stay'd  ! 

3  Whate'er  in  me  seems  wise  or  good, 
Or  strong,  I  here  disclaim  ; 

I  wash  my  garments  in  the  blood 
Of  the  atoning  Lamb. 

4  Jesus,  my  strength,  my  life,  my  rest, 
On  tliee  will  I  depend, 

8 


170  REJOICING    A\D    PRAISS. 

Till  summon'd  to  tlie  marriage  feast, 
When  faith  in  sight  shall  end. 

HYMN  261.     L.    M.     [94] 

JESUS,  thou  everlasting  King, 
Accept  the  tribute  which  we  bring ! 
Accept  thy  well-deserv'd  renown, 
And  wear  our  praises  as  thy  crown. 

2  Let  every  act  of  worship  be, 
Like  our  espousals,  Lord,  to  thee  ; 
Like  the  blest  hour,  when  from  above, 
We  first  received  the  pledge  of  love. 

3  The  gladness  of  that  happy  day, 
O,  may  it  ever,  ever  stay ! 

Nor  let  our  faith  forsake  its  hold. 
Nor  hope  dechne,  nor  love  grow  cold  : 

4  Each  following  minute,  as  it  flies, 
Increase  thy  praise,  improve  our  joys, 
Till  we  are  rais'd  to  sing  thy  name, 
At  the  great  supper  of  tlie  Lamb. 

IIYMX  262.     Double  8s.     [91] 

THOU  Shepherd  of  Israel  and  mine, 

The  joy  and  desire  of  my  heart, 
For  closer  communion  I  pine, 

I  long  to  reside  where  thou  art : 
The  pasture  I  languish  to  find, 

Where  all  who  tlieir  Shepherd  obey, 
Are  fed,  on  thy  bosom  reclin'd. 

And  screened  from  the  heat  of  the  day 

2  Ah !  show  me  that  happiest  place, 
The  place  of  thy  people's  abode  ; 

Where  saints  in  an  ecstacy  gaze, 
And  hang  on  a  crucified  God : 

Thy  love  for  a  sinner  declare  ; 

Thy  passion  and  death  on  the  tree ; 


REJOICING    AND    PRAISE.  171 

My  spirit  to  Calvary  bear, 

To  suffer  and  triumph  with  thee. 
3  'Tis  there  with  the  lambs  of  thy  flock, 

There  only  I  covet  to  rest ; 
To  lie  at  the  foot  of  the  rock, 

Or  rise  to  be  hid  in  thy  breast : 
'Tis  there  I  would  always  abide, 

And  nev^er  a  moment  depart : 
Conceal'd  in  the  cleft  of  thy  side, 

Eternally  held  in  thy  heart. 

HYMN  2G3.     Douhle  8s.     [95] 

HOW  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours, 

When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see ; 
Sweet  prospects,  sweet  birds  and  sweet  flowers, 

Have  all  lost  their  sweetness  to  me : 
The  nndsummer  sun  shines  but  dim, 

The  fields  strive  in  vain  to  look  gay  ; 
But  when  I  am  happy  in  him, 

December's  as  pleasant  as  May. 

2  His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 
And  sweeter  than  music  his  voice ; 

His  presence  disperses  my  gloom. 
And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice : 

I  should,  w  ere  he  always  thus  nigh, 
Have  nothing  to  wish  or  to  fear. 

No  mortal  vSO  happy  as  I, 

My  summer  would  last  all  the  year, 

3  Content  with  beholding  his  face, 
My  all  to  his  pleasure  resign'd ; 

No  changes  of  season  or  place 

Would  make  any  change  in  m}'  mind : 

While  blest  with  a  sense  of  his  love, 
A  palace  a  toy  w^ould  appear ; 

And  prisons  w^ould  palaces  prove. 
If  Jesus  would  dwell  with  me  there. 


172  REJOICING    AND    PRAISE. 

4  Dear  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  thine^ 

If  thou  art  my  sun  and  my  song, 
Say  why  do  I  languish  and  pine  ? 

And  why  are  my  winters  so  long  ? 
O  drive  these  dark  clouds  from  my  sky, 

Thy  soul-cheering  presence  restore  : 
Or  take  me  to  thee  upon  high^ 

Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more, 

HYMN  264.     L.  M. 

HAPPY  the  man  that  finds  the  grace. 
The  blessing  of  God's  chosen  race ; 
The  wisdom  coming  from  above, 
The  faith  that  sweetly  works  by  love. 

2  Happy  beyond  description,  he 

Who  knows  "  the  Saviour  died  for  me  !'^ 
The  gift  unspeakable  obtains, 
And  heavenly  understemding  gains. 

3  Wisdom  divine !  who  tells  the  price 
Of  wisdom's  costly  merchandize  ? 
Wisdom  to  silver  we  prefer, 

And  gold  is  dross  compared  to  her. 

4  Her  hands  are  filled  with  length  of  days, 
True  riches,  and  immortal  praise ; 
Riches  of  Christ,  on  all  bestowed. 

And  honor  that  descends  from  God. 

5  To  purest  joys  she  all  invites, 
Chaste,  holy,  spiritual  delights; 
Her  ways  are  ways  of  pleasantness, 
And  all  her  flowery  paths  are  peace. 

6  Happy  the  man  who  wisdom  gains ; 
Thrice  happy  who  his  guest  retains ! 
He  owns,  and  vshall  for  ever  own. 
Wisdom,  and  Christ,  and  heaven  are  one. 


REJOICING    AND    PRAISE.  173 

HYMN  265.     8s.  &  7s.     [97] 

COME,  thou  fount  of  every  blessing, 

Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace : 
Streams  of  mercy  never  ceasing, 

Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise : 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 

Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above : 
Praise  the  mount — I'm  fix'd  upon  it: 

Mount  of  thy  redeeming  love ! 

2  Here  I'll  raise  my  Ebenezer, 
Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come ; 

And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wand'ring  from  the  fold  of  God ; 
He,  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 

Interposed  his  precious  blood ! 

3  O !  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor. 
Daily  I'm  constrained  to  be  1 

Let  thy  goodness,  like  a  fetter. 
Bind  my  wand'ring  heart  to  thee : 

Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it ; 
Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love — 

Here's  my  heart,  O  take  and  seal  it ; 
Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above. 

HYMN  266,     H.  M, 

REJOICE,  the  Lord  is  King, 

Your  Lord  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  Jesus,  the  Saviour  reigns, 
The  God  of  truth  and  love. 


1  <  -i  nEJOICIXG     AND    PRAISE. 

When  he  had  purged  our  stains, 

He  took  his  seat  above  ; 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  hft  up  your  voice, 
Rejoice,  again  I  say,  rejoice. 

3  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. 

4  He  sits  at  God's  right  hand, 
Till  all  his  foes  submit, 

And  bow  to  his  connnand, 

And  fall  beneath  his  feet : 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  lift  up  your  voice, 
Rejoice,  again  I  say,  rejoice. 

5  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. 

6  Rejoice  in  glorious  hope, 
Jesus  the  judge  shall  come ; 

And  take  his  servants  up 
To  their  eternal  home : 
We  soon  shall  hear  the  archangel's  voice, 
The  trump  of  God  shall  sound.  Rejoice  ! 

HYMN  267.     7s. 

HARK  !  the  song  of  Jubilee, 
Loud  as  mighty  thunders  roar, 

Or  the  fulness  of  the  sea, 

Wlien  it  breaks  upon  the  shore : 

Hallelujah  !  for  the  Lord 

God  omnipotent,  shall  reign  ; 


P.EJOICIKG     AND     PRAISE,  175 

Hallelujali !  let  the  word 

Echo  round  the  eartli  and  main. 

2  Hallelujali !  hark !  the  sound, 
From  the  depth  unto  the  skies, 

Wakes  above,  beneath,  around^ 

All  creation's  harmonies: 
See  Jehovah's  banner  furled, 

Sheathed  his  sword :  he  speaks  :  'tis  done; 
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,  wdien  hke  a  scroll, 

Yonder  heavens  liave  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. 

HYMN  268.     7s. 

HERALDS  of  creation  cry, — 
Praise  the  Lord,  the  Lord  most  high  : 
Heaven  and  earth  obey  the  call, 
Praise  the  Lord,  the  Lord  of  all. 

2  For  he  spake,  and  forth  from  night 
Sprang  the  universe  to  light ; 

He  commanded — nature  heard, 
And  stood  fast  upon  his  word. 

3  Praise  him,  all  ye  hosts  above, 
Spirits  perfected  in  love ; 

Sun  and  moon,  your  voices  raise, 
Sing,  ye  stars,  your  Maker's  praise. 

4  Earth,  from  all  thy  depths  beloWj 
Ocean's  hallelujah's  flow ; 
Lightning,  vapour,  wind  and  storm, 
Hail  and  snow,  his  will  perform. 


176  REJOICING     AND    PSAIS-E* 

5  Vales  and  matuitains,  burst  in  song ; 
Rivers,  roll  with  praise  along  : 
Clap  your  hands,  ye  trees,  and  hail, 
God,  who  comes  in  every  gale. 

HYMN  269.     C.  M. 

SING  we  the  song  of  those  who  stand 

Around  the  eternal  throne, 
Of  every  kindred,  clime^  and  land, 

A  multitude  uiikaown. 

2  Life's  poor  distinctions  vanish  here  ; 
To-day  the  young,  the  old, 

Our  Saviour,  and  his  flock  appear, 
One  Shepherd  and  one  fold. 

3  Toil,  trial,  suffering,  still  await 
On  earth  the  pilgrim  throng  ; — 

Yet  learn  we  in  our  low  estate, 
The  church  triuniphant's  song. 

4  Worthy  the  Lamb  for  sinners  slain. 
Cry  the  redeemed  above, 

Blessing  and  honor  to  obtain, 
And  everlasting  love. 

5  Worthy  the  Lamb,  on  earth  we  sing, 
Who  died  our  souls  to  save, 

Henceforth,  O  death !  where  is  thy  sting  ? 
Thy  victory,  O  grave  1 

6  Then  hallelujah  !  power  and  praise 
To  God  in  Christ  be  given ; 

May  all  who  now  this  anthem  raise, 
Renew  the  strain  in  heaven. 

HYMN  270.     S.  M. 

STAND  up  and  bless  the  Lord, 

Ye  people  of  his  choice  r 
Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord  your  God, 

With  heart,  anl  soiil,  and  voice. 


REJOICING     AND     PRAISE.  177 

2  Though  high  above  all  praise, 
Above  all  blessing  high, 

Who  would  not  fear  his  holy  name 
And  laud,  and  magnify  1 

3  O  for  the  living  flame 
From  his  own  altar  brought, 

To  touch  our  lips — our  minds  inspire. 
And  wing  to  heaven  our  thought ! 

4  There,  with  benign  regard, 
Our  hymns  he  deigns  to  hear : 

Though  mirevealed  to  mortal  sense, 
The  Spirit  feels  him  near. 

5  God  is  our  strength  and  song. 
And  his  salvation  ours ; 

Then  be  his  love  in  Christ  proclaimed, 
With  all  our  ransom'd  powers. 

6  Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord, 
The  Lord  your  God  adore ; 

Stand  up  and  bless  his  glorious  name, 
Henceforth  for  evermore. 

HYMN  271.    S.  M.    [98] 

COME  ye  that  love  the  Lord, 

And  let  your  joys  be  known : 
Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 

While  ye  .surround  his  throne. 
Let  those  refuse  to  sing. 

Who  never  knew  our  God ; 
But  servants  of  the  heavenly  King, 

May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 
2  The  God  that  rules  on  high, 

That  all  the  earth  surveys, 
That  rides  upon  the  stormy  sky, 

And  calms  the  roaring  seas  ; 
Tliis  awful  God  is  ours, 

Our  Father  and  our  Love ; 

8* 


175  REJOICING     AND    PRAISE. 

He  will  send  down  his  heavenly  powers, 
To  carry  us  above. 

3  There  we  shall  see  his  face. 
And  never,  never  sin  ; 

There,  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace, 

Drink  endless  pleasures  in : 
Yea,  and  before  we  rise 

To  that  immortal  state ; 
The  thoughts  of  such  amazing  bliss, 

Should  constant  joys  create. 

4  The  men  of  grace  have  found 
Glory  begun  below ; 

Celestial  fruit  on  earthly  ground. 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow : 

Then  let  our  songs  abound, 
And  every  tear  be  dry  ; 

We're  marching  through  ImmanueFs  ground, 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 

HYMN  272.     C.  M.     [99] 

HAPPY  the  souls  to  Jesus  join'd, 

And  sav'd  by  grace  alone; 
Walking  in  all  his  ways  they  find 

Their  heaven  on  earth  begun. 

2  The  church  triumphant  in  thy  love, 
Their  mighty  joys  we  know  : 

They  sing  the  Lamb  in  hymns  above, 
And  we  in  hymns  below. 

3  Thcc,  in  thy  glorious  realm  they  praise, 
And  bow  before  thy  throne ! 

We  in  the  kingdom  of  thy  grace : 
The  kingdoms  are  but  one. 

4  The  holy  to  the  holiest  leads. 
From  thence  our  spirits  rise  ; 

And  he  that  in  thy  statutes  treads. 
Shall  meet  thee  in  the  skies. 


REJOICING     AND    PRAISE.  179 

HYMN  273.     H.  M. 

LET  earth  and  heaven  agree, 

Angels  and  men  be  jom'd, 
To  celebrate  with  me 

The  Saviom'  of  mankind  : 
T'  adore  the  all-atoning  Lamb, 
And  bless  the  sound  of  Jesus'  nama 

2  Jesus  !  transporting  sound  ! 
The  joy  of  earth  and  heaven  : 

No  other  help  is  found, 

No  other  name  is  given, 
By  which  we  can  salvation  have ; 
But  Jesus  came  the  world  to  save. 

3  Jesus  !  harmonious  name ! 
It  charms  the  hosts  above ; 

They  evermore  proclaim, 

And  wonder  at  liis  love  I 
'Tis  all  their  happiness  to  gaze, 
'Tis  heaven  to  see  our  Jesus'  face. 

4  His  name  the  sinner  hears, 
And  is  from  sin  set  free ; 

'Tis  music  in  his  ears  ; 
'Tis  life  and  victory  : 
New  songs  doth  now  his  lips  employ. 
And  dances  his  glad  heart  for  joy. 

5  Stung  by  the  scorpion  sin, 
My  poor  expiring  soul, 

The  balmy  sound  drinks  in, 

And  is  at  once  made  whole : 
See  there  my  Lord  upon  the  tree ! 
I  hear,  I  feel,  he  died  for  me. 

6  O  unexampled  love  ! 
O  all-redeeming  grace ! 

How  swiftly  didst  thou  move 
To  save  a  fallen  race  ! 


180  REJOICING     AND    PRAISE. 

What  shall  I  do  to  make  it  known, 
What  thou  for  all  mankind  hast  donel 

7  O  for  a  tnuiipet  voice, 

On  all  the  world  to  call  1 
To  hid  their  hearts  repice 

In  him  who  died  for  all  1 
For  all  my  Lord  was  crucify 'd  ; 
For  all,  for  all  my  Saviour  died. 

IIYiAIN  274.     L.  M.     [101] 

LORD,  how  secure  and  blest  are  thefy 
Who  feel  the  joys  of  pardon'd  sin  ! 

Should  storms  of  wrath  shake  earth  and  sea, 
Their  minds  have  heaven  and  peace  within. 

2  The  day  glides  sweetly  o'er  their  heads 
Made  up  of  innocence  and  love ; 

And  soft,  and  silent  as  the  shades, 
Their  nightly  minutes  gently  move. 

3  Quick  as  their  tlioughts,  their  joys  come  on ; 
But  fly  not  half  so  swift  away  : 

Their  souls  are  ever  bright  as  noon, 
And  calm  as  summer  evening's  be. 

4  How  oft  they  look  to  heavenly  hills. 
Where  groves  of  living  pleasure  grow  ! 

And  longing  hopes,  and  cheerful  smiles. 
Sit  undisturb'd  upon  their  brow. 

5  They  scorn  to  seek  our  golden  toys. 
But  spend  the  day  aiul  share  the  night, 

Li  numbering  o'er  the  richer  joys 

That  heaven  prepares  for  their  delight. 

HYMN   273.     C.  M. 

THY  ceaseless,  unexhausted  love, 

Unmerited  and  free, 
Delights  our  evil  to  remove. 

And  help  our  misery. 


REJOICING     AND    PRAISE.  181 

2  Thou  waitest  to  be  gracious  still, 
Thou  dost  with  sinners  bear ; 

That,  sav'd  we  may  thy  goodness  feel, 
And  all  thy  grace  declare. 

3  Thy  goodness  and  thy  truth  to  me, 
To  every  soul,  abound ; 

A  vast,  unfathomable  sea, 

Where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd. 

4  Its  streams  the  whole  creation  reach, 
So  plenteous  is  the  store ; 

Enough  for  all,  enough  for  each, 
Enough  for  evermore. 

5  Faithful,  O  Lord,  thy  mercies  are ! 
A  rock  that  cannot  move  : 

A  thousand  promises  declare 
Thy  constancy  of  love. 

6  Throughout  the  universe  it  reigns, 
U n  al  ter abl y  sure ; 

And  while  the  truth  of  God  remains, 
His  goodness  must  endure. 

HYMN  276.     10s.  &  lis.     [102] 

O  TELL  me  no  more  of  this  world's  vain  store, 
The  tune  for  such  trifles  with  me  now  is  o'er ; 
A  country  I've  found  where  true  joys  abound, 
To  dwell  I'm  determined  on  that  happy  ground. 

2  The  souls  that  believe  in  paradise  live. 
And  me  in  that  number  will  Jesus  receive : 
My  soul,  don't  delay,  he  calls  thee  away, 
Rise,  follow  thy  Saviour,  and  bless  the  glad 

day. 

3  No  mortal  doth  know  what  he  can  bestow, 
What  light,  strength,  and  comfort — go  after 

him,  go ; 


182  REJOICING     AND    PRAISE. 

Lo,  onward  I  move  to  a  city  above, 

None  guesses  how  wond'rous  my  journey  will 

P-^^^^-  [sin, 

4  Great  spoils  I  shall  win  from  death,  hell,  and 
'Midst  outward   afflictions    shall  feel  Christ 

within : 
And  when  I'm  to  die,  receive  me,  I'll  cry, 
For  Jesus  hath  lov'd  me,  I  cannot  tell  why. 

5  But  this  I  do  find,  we  two  are  so  join'd, 
He'll  not  live  in  glory  and  leave  me  behind : 
So  this  is  the  race  I'm  running  through  grace, 
Henceforth — till  admitted  to  see  my  Lord's  face. 

HYMN  277.     C.  M.     [103] 

MY  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys, 

The  life  of  my  delights, 
The  glory  of  my  brightest  days, 

And  comfort  of  my  nights  ! 

2  In  darkest  shades,  if  thou  appear, 
My  dawning  is  begun  ; 

Thou  art  my  soul's  bright  morning  star, 
And  thou  my  rising  sun. 

3  The  opening  heavens  around  me  shine. 
With  beams  of  sacred  bliss. 

If  Jesus  shows  his  mercy  mine. 
And  whispers  I  am  his. 

4  My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay, 
At  that  transporting  word, 

Run  up  with  joy  the  shining  way, 
To  see  and  praise  my  Lord. 

5  Fearless  of  hell  and  ghastly  death, 
I'd  break  thro'  every  foe  ; 

The  wings  of  love,  and  arms  of  faith, 
Would  bear  me  conqu'ror  through. 


REJOICING     AND    PRAISE.  183 

HYMN  278.     L.  P.  M.     [104] 

I'LL  praise  my  Maker  while  I've  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  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

2  Happy  the  man  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  God ;  he  made  the  sky. 

And  earth,  and  seas,  with  all  their  train ; 
His  truth  for  ever  stands  secure : 
He  saves  th'  oppressed,  he  feeds  the  poor, 

And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 

3  The  Lord  pours  eyesight  on  the  blind ; 
The  Lord  supports  the  fainting  mind  ; 

He  sends  the  lab'ring  conscience  peace ; 
He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless, 

And  grants  the  prisoner  sweet  release. 

4  I'll  praise  him  while  he  lends  me  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  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

HYMN  279.     C.  M.     [105] 

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  sorrows  bow  the  spirit  down, 

When  virtue  lies  distress'd; 
Beneath  the  proud  oppressor's  frown, 

Thou  giv'st  the  mourner  rest. 


184  REJOICING     AND     PRAISE. 

3  Thou  know'st  the  pains  thy  servants  feel, 
Thou  hear'st  the  children's  cry  ; 

And  their  best  wishes  to  fulfil, 
Thy  grace  is  ever  nigh. 

4  Thy  mercy  never  shall  remove. 
From  men  of  heart  sincere : 

rhou  sav'st  the  souls  whose  humble  love 
Is  join'd  with  holy  fear. 

5  My  lips  sliall  dwell  upon  thy  praise, 
And  spread  thy  fame  abroad  ; 

Let  all  the  sons  of  Adam  raise 
The  honors  of  their  God. 

HYMN  280.     L.  M. 

PRAISE  ye  the  Lord,  'tis  good  to  raise 
Your  hearts  and  voices  in  his  praise  ; 
His  nature  and  his  works  invite, 
To  make  this  duty  our  delight. 

2  He  forni'd  the  stars,  those  heavenly  flames ; 
He  counts  their  numl)ors,  calls  their  names ; 
His  wisdom's  vast,  and  knows  no  bound, 

A  deep  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd. 

3  Sing  to  the  Lord,  exalt  him  high. 
Who  spreads  his  clouds  along  the  sky  ; 
There  he  prepares  the  fruitful  rain. 
Nor  lets  tlie  drops  descend  in  vain. 

4  He  makes  the  grass  the  hills  adorn — 
He  clothes  the  smiling  fields  w  itli  corn : 
The  beasts  with  food  his  hands  supply. 
And  the  young  ravens  when  they  cry. 

5  What  is  the  creature's  skill  or  force? 
The  sprightly  man,  or  warlike  horse? 
The  piercing  wit,  the  active  limb, 
Are  all  too  mean  delights  for  him. 


REJOICING    AND    PRAISE.  185 

6  But  saints  are  lovely  in  his  sight, 
He  views  his  children  with  delight ; 
He  sees  their  hope,  he  knows  their  fear, 
He  looks,  and  loves  his  image  there. 

HYMN  281.     C.  M.     [107] 

SALVATION !  O  the  joyful  sound  ! 

What  pleasure  to  our  ears  ! 
A  sovereign  balm  for  every  w^ound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

Glory,  honor,  praise,  and  power, 
Be  unto  the  Lamb  for  ever ! 
Jesus  Christ  is  our  Redeemer ! 
Hallelujah  !  praise  the  Lord  ! 

2  Salv'ation !  let  the  echo  fly 
The  spacious  earth  around. 

While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky, 
Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 

Glory,  &c. 

3  Salvation !  O,  thou  bleeding  Lamb  ! 
To  thee  the  praise  belongs  : 

Salvation  shall  inspire  our  hearts, 
And  dwell  upon  our  tongues. 
Glory,  &c. 

HYMN  282.     C.  M.     [107] 

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  hearts  reply 
For  he  was  slain  for  us. 

3  Jesus  is  w^orthy  to  receive 
Honor  and  power  divine  ; 


186  REJOICING    AND    PRAISE. 

And  blessings  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be,  Lord,  forever  thine. 

4  The  w^hole  creation  join  in  one, 

To  bless  the  sacred  name 
Of  Him  that  sits  upon  the  throne, 

And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 

HYMN  283.     C.  M.     [108] 

MY  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend, 

When  I  begin  thy  praise, 
Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end  ? 

The  numbers  of  thy  grace. 

2  Thou  art  my  everlasting  trust ; 
Thy  goodness  I  adore  : 

Send  down  thy  grace,  oh,  blessed  Lord, 
Tiiat  I  may  love  thee  more. 

3  My  feet  shall  travel  all  the  length 
Of  the  celestial  road  : 

And  march  with  courage  in  thy  strength, 
To  see  the  Lord  my  God. 

4  Aw  ake  !  aw  ake  !  my  tuneful  powers, 
With  this  delightful  song; 

And  entertain  the  darkest  hours, 
Nor  think  the  season  long. 

HYMN  284.     8s,  7s  &  4s.     [109] 

O  THOU  God  of  my  salvation, 

My  Redeemer  from  all  sin, 
Mov'd  by  thy  divine  compassion, 

Who  hast  died  my  heart  to  win, 

I  will  praise  thee,  I  will  praise  thee  : 

Where  shall  I  thy  praise  begin? 

2  Though  unseen,  I  love  the  Saviour ; 

He  hath  brought  salvation  near; 
Manifests  his  pard'ning  favor ; 


REJOICING    AND    PRAISE.  187 

And  when  Jesus  doth  appear, 

Soul  and  body 
Shall  his  glorious  image  bear. 

3  While  the  angel  choirs  are  crying, 
Glory  to  the  great  I  AM, 

I  with  them  will  still  be  vieing, ' 
Glory !  glory  to  the  Lamb  ! 

O,  how  precious, 
Is  the  sound  of  Jesus'  name ! 

4  Angels  now  are  hov'ring  round  us, 
Unperceiv'd  they  mix  the  throng, 

Wond'ring  at  the  love  that  crown'd  us, 
Glad  to  join  the  holy  song  : 

Hallelujah, 
Love  and  praise  to  Christ  belong ! 

5  Now  I  see  with  joy  and  wonder. 
Whence  the  gracious  spring  arose ; 

Angel  minds  are  lost  to  ponder 
Dying  love's  mysterious  cause  : 

Yet  the  blessing, 
Down  to  all,  to  me  it  flows. 

HYMN   285.     Ss.     [109] 

THIS,  this  is  the  God  we  adore. 

Our  faithful,  unchangeable  Friend ; 
Whose  love  is  as  great  as  his  power, 

And  neither  knows  measure  nor  end : 
'Tis  Jesus,  the  First  and  the  Last, 

Whose  Spirit  shall  guide  us  safe  home : 
We'll  praise  him  for  all  that  is  past. 

And  trust  him  for  all  that's  to  come. 

HYMN  286.     C.  M.     [llOj 

HOW  happy  every  child  of  grace,  ^ 

Who  knows  his  sins  forgiven  ! 
This  earth,  he  cries,  is  not  my  place, 

I  seek  my  place  in  heaven  : 


188  REJOICING     AND    PRAISE. 

A  country  far  from  mortal  sight, 

Yet  oh,  by  faith  I  see ; 
The  kind  of  rest,  the  saints'  dehght, 

The  heaven  prepar'd  for  me. 

2  O  what  a  l)lessed  liope  is  ours ! 
While  liere  on  earth  we  stay, 

We  more  than  taste  the  heavenly  powers, 

And  antedate  that  day : 
We  feel  the  resurrection  near, 

Our  life  in  Christ  conceald  ; 
And  with  his  glorious  presence  here, 

Our  earthen  vessels  fiU'd. 

3  O,  W(Hild  he  more  of  heaven  bestow ! 
And  when  the  vessels  break, 

Then  let  our  ransoni'd  spirits  go, 

To  grasp  the  (4od  we  seek  ; 
in  rapt'rous  awe  on  him  to  gaze, 

Wlio  bought  the  sight  for  me; 
And  shout  and  wonder  at  his  grace, 

To  all  eternity. 

HYMN  287.     L.  M.     [Ill] 
JESUS,  thy  blood  and  righteousness 
My  beauty  are,  my  glorious  dress: 
'Midst  flaming  worlds,  in  these  array'd, 
W^ilh  joy  shall  I  lift  up  my  head. 

2  Bold  shall  I  stand  in  thy  great  day, 
For  who  aught  to  my  charge  shall  lay  ? 
Fully  absolv'd  through  these  1  am. 
From  sin  and  fear,  from  guilt  and  shame. 

3  The  holy,  meek,  unspotted  Lamb, 
Who  from  the  Father's  bosom  came  ; 
Who  died  for  me,  e'en  me  t'  atone, 
Now  for  my  Lord  and  God  I  own. 

4  Lord,  I  believe  thy  precious  blood, 
W^hich  at  the  mercy  seat  of  God, 


REJOICING    AND    PRAISE.  189 

For  ever  doth  for  sinners  plead, 
For  me,  e'en  for  my  soul  was  shed. 

5  Lord,  I  beUeve,  were  sinners  more 
Than  sands  upon  the  ocean  shore, 
Thou  hast  for  all  a  ransom  paid, 
For  ALL  a  full  atonement  made. 

HYMN   288.     S.  M. 

ALMIGHTY  Maker,  God, 

How  glorious  is  thy  name ! 
Thy  wonders  how  diffus'd  abroad, 

Throughout  creation's  frame ! 

2  In  native  white  and  red. 
The  rose  and  lily  stand  ; 

And  free  from  pride,  their  beauties  spread, 
To  show  thy  skilful  hand. 

3  The  lark  mounts  up  the  sky, 
With  unambitious  song ; 

And  bears  her  Maker's  praise  on  high, 
Upon  her  artless  tongue. 

4  Fain  would  I  rise  and  sing 
To  my  Creator  too  ; 

Fain  would  my  heart  adore  my  King, 
And  give  him  praises  due. 

5  Descend,  celestial  fire. 
And  seize  me  from  above  ! 

Wrap  me  in  flames  of  pure  desire, 
A  sacrifice  of  love. 

6  Let  joy  and  worship  spend 
The  remnant  of  my  days : 

And  to  my  God  my  soul  ascend 
In  sweet  perfumes  of  praise. 

HYMN  289.     L.  M.     [32] 

WHEN  at  this  distance,  Lord,  we  trace 
The  various  glories  of  thy  face, 


190  REJOICING     AND    PRAlSfi. 

What  transport  pours  o'er  all  our  breast, 
And  charms  our  cares  and  woes  to  rest ! 

2  With  THEE  in  the  obscurest  cell, 

On  some  bleak  mountain  would  I  dwell ; 
Rather  than  pompous  courts  behold, 
And  share  their  grandeur  and  their  gold. 

3  Away,  ye  dreams  of  mortal  joy ! 
Raptures  divine  my  thoughts  employ  ! 
I  see  the  King  of  glory  shine ; — 

1  feel  his  love  and  call  him  mine. 

4  On  Tabor  thus  his  servants  view'd 
His  lustre,  when  transform'd  he  stood ; 
And,  bidding  earthly  scenes  farewell. 
Cried,  "  Lord,  'tis  pleasant  here  to  dwell." 

HYMN  290.     L.  P.  M.     [112] 

AND  can  it  be  that  I  should  gain 
An  interest  in  the  Saviour's  blood  7 

Died  he  for  me,  who  caused  his  pain  7 
For  me,  who  him  to  death  pursu'd  7 

Amazing  love !  how  can  it  be. 

That  thou,  my  Lord,  shouldst  die  for  me ! 

2  'Tis  mystery  all !     The  Immortal  dies ' 
Who  can  explore  his  strange  design  ! 

In  vain  the  first-born  seraph  tries 

To  sound  the  depths  of  love  divine  ! 
'Tis  mercy  all !  let  earth  adore : 
Let  angel  minds  inquire  no  more. 

3  He  left  his  Father's  throne  above 
(So  free,  so  infinite  his  grace  ! — ) 

Emptied  himself  of  all  but  love, 

And  bled  for  Adam's  helpless  race : 
'Tis  mercy  all,  immense  and  free. 
For,  O  my  God,  it  found  out  me  ! 

4  Long  my  imprison'd  spirit  lay. 

Fast  bound  in  sin  and  nature's  night ; 


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Thine  eye  difFus'd  a  quick'iiing  ray  ; 

I  woke,  the  dungeon  flam'd  with  light ! 
My  chains  fell  off,  my  heart  w^as  free : 

1  rose,  went  forth,  and  foUow'd  thee. 

5  No  condemnation  now  I  dread, 

Jesus,  and  all  in  him  is  mine ! 
Alive  in  him,  my  living  Head, 

And  cloth'd  in  righteousness  divine, 
Bold  I  approach  the  eternal  throne. 
And  claim  the  crown,  through  Christ,  my  own. 

HYMN  291.     C.  M, 

0  'TIS  delight,  without  alloy, 
Jesus,  to  hear  thy  name ; 

My  spirit  leaps  with  inward  joy, 
I  feel  the  sacred  flame. 

2  My  passions  hold  a  pleasing  reign. 
When  love  inspires  my  breast ; 

Love  the  divinest  of  the  train, 
The  sovereign  of  tlie  rest. 

3  This  is  the  grace  must  live  and  sing, 
When  faith  and  hope  shall  cease  ; 

Must  sound  from  every  joyful  string. 
Through  the  vSAveet  groves  of  bliss. 

4  Let  life  immortal  seize  my  clay, 
Let  love  refine  my  blood  ; 

Her  flames  can  bear  my  soul  away, 
Can  bring  me  near  my  God. 

5  Swift  I  ascend  the  heavenly  place, 
And  hasten  to  my  home, 

1  leap  to  meet  thy  kind  embrace 

I  come,  O  Lord,  I  come. 

6  Sink  down,  ye  separating  hills,    • 
Let  sin  and  death  remove ; 


192  REJOICING    AND    PRAISE. 

'Tis  love  that  drives  my  chariot  wheels. 
And  death  must  yield  to  love. 

HYMN  292.     C.  M. 

INFINITE,  unexhausted  Love ! 

(Jesus  and  Love  are  one  :) 
If  still  to  me  thy  bowels  move. 

They  are  restrained  to  none. 

2  What  shall  I  do  my  God  to  love  1 
My  loving  God  to  praise  1 

The  length,  and  breadth,  and  heights  to  prove, 
And  depth  of  sovereign  grace  7 

3  Thy  sovereign  grace  to  all  extends, 
Immense  and  vmconfined ; 

From  age  to  age  it  never  ends ; 
It  reaches  all  mankind. 

4  Throughout  the  world  its  breadth  is  known, 
Wide  as  infinity ! 

So  wude  it  never  pass'd  by  one, 
Or  had  it  pass'd  by  me. 

5  My  trespass  was  grown  up  to  heaven 
But  far  above  the  skies, 

In  Christ  abundantly  forgiven, 
I  see  thy  mercies  rise  ! 

HYMN  293.     L.  M.     [314] 

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  see* 
The  purchase  of  his  agonies. 


REJOICING     AND    PRAISE.  193 

3  The  Spirit  takes  delight  to  view 
The  contrite  soul  he  forms  anew ; 
And  saints  and  angels  join  to  sing 
The  growing  empire  of  their  King, 

IIYMX  294.   L.  M.     [453] 

''  I  KNOW  that  my  Redeemer  lives  :" 
What  joys  and  hopes  this  sentence  gives ! 
The  Saviom'  lives,  who  once  w^as  dead, 
Exalted  now  my  glorious  Head  I 

2  He  lives, — to  silence  all  my  fears, 
To  wipe  a^^  ay  my  bitter  tears, 

To  plead  for  me  with  God  above, 
To  bless  me  with  his  saving  love, 

3  He  lives, — my  kind  and  heav'nly  Friend, 
And  he  will  love  me  to  the  end ; 

His  praises  I  will  joyful  sing, — 

My  Teacher  and  my  Priest  and  King ! 

4  He  lives,  all  glory  to  his  name  1 
Jesus,  Redeemer,  still  the  same : 

O  the  sweet  joy  this  sentence  gives, — - 
"  I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives  !" 

HYMN  295.     C.  M.     [361] 

WHAT  shall  I  render  to  my  God, 

For  all  his  kindness  shown  1 
My  feet  shall  visit  thine  abode, 

My  songs  address  thy  throne. 

2  Among  the  saints  who  fill  thy  house 
My  offering  shall  be  paid ; 

There  shall  my  zeal  perform  the  vows 
My  soul  in  anguish  made. 

3  How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight, 

Thou  ever  blessed  God  !  * 

How  dear  thy  servants  in  thy  sight ! 
How  precious  is  their  blood ! 


194  KEJOICING     AND     FKAfrfE. 

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. 

HYMN  296.     L.  M.     [322] 

AWAKE,  our  souls !  away,  our  fears ! 

Let  every  trembling  thought  be  gone  I 
Awake,  and  run  the  heavenly  race, 

And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on. 

2  True,  'tis  a  strait  and  thorny  road, 
And  mortal  spirits  tire  and  iaint ; 

But  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 

That  feeds  the  strength  of  every  saint, 

3  From  Thee,  the  ever-flowing  Spring, 
Our  souls  shall  drink  a  fresh  supply  : 

While  such  as  trust  their  native  strength 
Shall  melt  away,  and  droop,  and  die. 

4  Swift  as  the  eagle  cuts  the  air, 
We'll  mount  aloft  to  thine  abode ; 

On  wings  of  love  our  souls  shall  fly^ 
Nor  tire  along  the  heavenly  road. 

HYMN   297.     L,  M.     [323] 

BLEST  are  the  humble  souls  that  see 
Their  emptiness  and  poverty ; 
Treasures  of  grace  to  them  are  given, 
And  crowns  of  joy  laid  up  in  heaven. 

2  Blest  are  the  men  of  broken  heart, 
Who  mourn  for  sin  with  inward  smart ; 
The  blood  of  Christ  divinely  flows, 

A  healing  balm  for  all  their  woes. 

3  Blest  are  the  souls  that  long  for  grace, 
^Hunger  and  thirst  for  righteousness  ; 
They  shall  be  well  supplied  and  fed, 
Witli  living  streams,  and  living  bread. 


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4  Blest  are  the  pure,  whose  hearts  are  clean 
From  the  defilmg  power  of  sm  ; 

With  endless  pleasure  they  shall  see 
The  God  of  spotless  purity. 

5  Blest  are  the  sufferers,  who  partake 
Of  pain  and  shame  for  Jesus'  sake ; 
Their  souls  shall  triumph  in  the  Lord  ; 
Glory  and  joy  are  their  reward. 

HYMN  298.  C.  M.     [347] 

WITH  my  whole  heart  I'll  raise  my  song, 

Thy  wonders  I'll  proclaim  ; 
Thou,  sovereign  Judge  of  right  and  wrong, 

Wilt  put  my  foes  to  shame. 

2  Thee,  glorious  God,  I'll  praise  and  bless ! 
Thou  dost  prepare  thy  throne 

To  judge  the  world  in  righteousness. 
And  make  thy  vengeance  known. 

3  Thou,  Lord,  wilt  safest  refuge  prove 
For  all  who  are  oppress'd, 

To  guard  the  people  of  thy  love, 
And  give  the  weary  rest. 

4  The  men  who  knew  thy  name  will  trust 
In  thy  abundant  grace: 

For  thou  didst  ne'er  forsake  the  just, 
Who  humbly  sought  thy  face. 

HYMN  299.     L.  M.     [363] 

PRAISE  waits  in  Zion,  Lord,  for  thee ; 

Thy  saints  adore  thy  holy  name ; 
Tliy  creatures  bend  th'  obedient  knee. 

And  humbly  thy  protection  claim. 

2  Thy  hand  has  raised  us  from  the  dust ; 

The  breath  of  life  thy  Spirit  gave  ; 
Where,  but  in  thee,  can  mortals  trust  7 

Who,  but  our  God,  has  power  to  save  ? 


196  REJOICING    AND    PRAISE, 

3  Eternal  source  of  truth  and  lights 
To  tliee  we  look,  on  thee  we  call; 

Lord,  we  are  nothing  in  thy  sight, 
But  thou  to  us  art  all  in  all. 

4  Still  may  thy  children  in  thy  word, 
l^licir  common  trust  and  refuge  see;. 

O  bind  us  to  each  other,  Lord, 

By  one  great  tie,— the  love  of  thee. 

HYMN  300.     C.  M.     [406] 

ALL  hail  the  pow'r  of  Jesus'  name  I 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall ! 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 

And  cro\Mi  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  ransom'd  from  the  f[ill, 

Hail  him,  who  saves  you  by  his  grace^ 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all ! 

4  Let  ev'ry  kindred,  ev'ry  tribe, 
Of  this  wide  earthly  ball, 

To  hi  in  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all ! 

5  O  that  with  yonder  holy  throng 
We  at  his  feet  may  fall ; 

There  join  the  everlasting  song. 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all ! 

HYMN  301.     C.  M.     [344] 

BLEST  is  the  man  that  shuns  the  place, 
Where  sinners  love  to  meet ; 

Who  fears  to  tread  their  wicked  ways. 
And  hates  the  scoffer's  vseat : 


REJOICING    AND    PRAISE.  197 

2  But  in  the  statutes  of  the  Lord 
Has  plac'd  his  chief  delight ; 

By  day  he  reads  or  hears  the  word, 
And  meditates  by  night 

3  He,  like  a  plant  of  gen'rous  kind, 
By  living  waters'  side, 

Safe  from  the  storms  and  blastuig  wind. 
Shall  spread  his  branches  wide. 

4  Green  as  the  leaf,  and  fair  and  clear, 
Shall  his  profession  shine ; 

While  fruits  of  holiness  appear, 
Like  clusters  on  the  vine. 

HYMN  302^.     C.  M.     [443] 

GOD  of  our  lives,  thy  various  praise 

Our  voices  shall  resound  : 
Thy  hand  directs  our  fleeting  days, 

And  brings  the  seasons  round. 

2  To  thee  shall  grateful  songs  arise, 
Our  Father  and  our  Friend, 

Whose  constant  mercies  from  the  skies 
In  genial  streams  descend. 

3  In  every  scene  of  life,  thy  care 
In  every  age,  we  see ; 

And  constant  as  thy  favors  are, 
So  let  our  praises  be. 

4  Still  may  thy  love,  in  every  scene. 
In  every  age,  appear ; 

And  let  the  same  compassion  deign 
To  bless  the  opening  year. 

HYMN  303.     L.  M.     [375] 

BLEST  is  the  man,  for  ever  blest. 
Whose  guilt  is  pardon'd  by  his  God ; 

Whose  sins  with  sorrow  are  confess'd, 
And  cover'd  with  his  Saviour's  blood. 


198  REJOICING    AND    PRAISE. 

2  Blest  is  the  man  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  not  his  iniquities  ; 

He  pleads  no  merit  of  reward, 

And  not  on  works  but  grace  relies. 

3  From  guile  his  heart  and  lips  are  free  ; 
His  humble  joy,  his  holy  fear, 

With  deep  repentance  well  agree, 
And  join  to  prove  his  faith  sincere. 

4  How  glorious  is  that  righteousness 
That  hides  and  cancels  all  his  sins, 

While  a  bright  evidence  of  grace 

Through  his  whole  life  appears  and  shines ! 

HYMN  304.     S.  M.     [375] 

O  BLESSED  souls  are  they 

Whose  sins  are  covered  o'er ; 
To  whom  the  Lord  of  righteous  sway 

Imputes  their  guilt  no  more. 

2  They  mourn  their  follies  past, 
And  keep  their  hearts  with  care  ; 

Their  lips  and  lives,  in  virtue  cast, 
Their  genuine  faith  declare. 

3  While  I  my  guilt  conceal'd, 
I  felt  the  fest'ring  wound ; 

Till  I  my  sins  to  thee  reveal'd, 
And  ready  pardon  found. 

4  Let  sinners  learn  to  pray, 

Let  saints  keep  near  the  throne; 
Our  help  in  trouble's  dark  array, 
Is  found  in  God  alone  ! 

HYMN  305.     C.  M.     [373] 

MY  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name, 

My  God,  my  help,  my  trust ; 
Thou  hast  preserved  my  face  from  shame, 

Mine  honor  from  the  dust. 


REJOICING     AND    PRAISE.  19i 

2  Slander  and  fear,  on  ev'ry  side, 
Seiz'd  and  beset  me  round  ; 

1  to  the  throne  of  grace  applied, 

And  speedy  rescue  found. 

3  Thy  children  from  the  strife  of  tongues, 
Shall  thy  pavilion  hide ; 

Guard  them  from  infamy  and  wrongs, 
And  crush  the  sons  of  pride. 

4  Within  thy  secret  presence,  Lord, 
Let  me  for  ever  dwell ; 

No  city  wall'd,  with  watch  and  ward, 
Secures  a  saint  so  well ! 

HYMN  306.     S.  M.     [328] 

TO  God,  the  only  wise, 

Our  Saviour,  and  our  King, 
Let  all  the  saints  below  the  skies 

Their  humble  praises  bring. 

2  'Tis  his  almighty  love. 
His  counsel  and  his  care. 

Preserves  us  safe  from  sin  and  death, 
And  every  hurtful  snare. 

3  He  will  present  our  souls, 
Unblemish'd  and  complete, 

Before  the  glory  of  his  face, 
With  joys  divinely  great. 

4  To  our  Redeemer  God, 
Wisdom  and  power  belongs^, 

Immortal  crowns  of  majesty. 
And  everlasting  songs. 

HYMN  307.     S.  M.     [313] 

COME  sound  his  praise  abroad, 

And  hymns  of  glory  sing  ; 
Jehovah  is  the  sov'reign  God, 

The  universal  King. 


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2  He  form'd  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  form'd  us  by  his  word. 

4  To-day  attend  his  voice, 
Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod ; 

Come  as  the  people  of  his  choice. 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 

HYMN  308.     C.  M.     [388] 

O  FOR  a  shout  of  sacred  joy 

To  God,  the  sovereign  King ; 
Let  ev'ry  land  their  tongues  employ. 

And  hymns  of  triumph  sing  ! 

2  Jesus,  our  God,  ascends  on  high  ; 
His  heav'nly  guards  around 

Attend  him  rising  through  the  sky. 
With  trumpet's  joyful  sound ! 

3  While  angels  shout  and  praise  their  King, 
Let  mortals  learn  their  strains  ; 

Let  all  the  earth  his  honors  sing  ; 
O  er  all  the  earth  he  reigns ! 

4  In  Israel  stood  his  ancient  throne, 
He  lov'd  that  chosen  race ; 

But  now  he  calls  the  world  his  own. 
And  heathens  taste  his  grace. 

HYMN  309.     S.  M. 

BEHOLD  1  what  wondrous  grace 

The  Father  has  bestowed 
On  sinners  of  a  mortal  race. 

To  call  them  sons  of  God  i 


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2  'Tis  no  surprising  thing, 
That  we  should  be  unknown  ; 

The  Jewish  world  knew  not  their  King, 
God's  everlasting  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  my  Father's  love 
I  share  a  filial  part, 

Send  down  thy  Spirit  like  a  dove, 
To  rest  upon  my  heart.    * 

6  We  would  no  longer  lie 

Like  slaves  beneath  the  throne ; 
Our  faith  shall  Abba,  Father,  cry, 
And  thou  the  kindred  own. 

HYMN  310.     L.  M.     [308] 

JESUS,  my  King,  to  thee  I  bow, 

Enlisted  under  thy  command  ; 
Captain  of  my  salvation,  thou 

Shalt  lead  me  to  the  promised  land. 

2  Thou  hast  a  great  deliverance  wrought, 
The  staff  from  off  my  shoulder  broke  ; 

Out  of  the  house  of  bondage  brought, 
And  freed  me  from  th'  Egyptian  yoke. 

3  O'er  the  vast  howling  wilderness, 

To  Canaan's  bounds  thou  hast  me  led ; 
Thou  bidd'st  me  now  the  land  possess, 
And  on  thy  milk  and  honey  feed 

4  T  see  an  open  door  of  hope ; 
Legions  of  sm  in  vain  oppose ; 

9* 


202  REJOICING    AND    PRAISE. 

Bold,  I  with  thee,  my  Head,  march  up, 
And  triumph  o'er  a  world  of  foes. 

5  Who  can  before  my  Captain  stand? 

Who  is  so  great  a  King  as  mine  1 
High  OA^er  all  is  thy  right  hand, 

And  might  and  majesty  are  thine  ! 

HYMN  311.     8s. 

O  COME  let  us  sing  to  the  Lord, 

In  God  our  salvation  rejoice, 
In  psalms  of  thanksgiving  record 

His  praise,  with  one  spirit,  one  voice : 
For  Jehovah  is  King,  and  he  reigns. 

The  God  of  all  gods,  on  his  throne ; 
The  strength  of  the  hills  he  maintains, 

Tiie  ends  of  the  earth  are  his  own. 

2  The  sea  is  Jehovah's — he  made 
The  tide  its  dominion  to  know; 

The  land  is  Jehinah's — he  laid 

Its  solid  foundations  below. 
O  come  let  us  worship,  and  kneel 

Before  our  Creator,  our  God — 
The  people  who  serve  him  with  zeal, — 

The  flock  whom  he  guides  with  his  rod. 

3  As  Moses,  the  fathers  of  old. 
Through  the  sea  and  the  wilderness  led. 

His  wonderful  works  to  behold. 
With  manna  from  heaven  are  fed : 

To-day,  let  us  hearken  to-day. 

To  the  voice  that  yet  speaks  from  above, 

And  all  his  commandments  obey. 
For  all  his  commandments  are  love. 

4  His  wrath  let  us  fear  to  provoke. 
To  dwell  in  his  favor  unite ; 

His  service  is  freedom,  his  yoke 
Is  easy,  his  burden  is  light : 


P.EJOICIKG     AND    PRAISE.  2G3 

But  G 1  of  rebellion  beware, 

Rebellion,  that  hardens  the  breast, 

Lest  God  in  his  anger  should  swear 
That  we  sliall  not  enter  his  rest 

HYMN  312.     L.  M. 

SERVANTS  of  God,  in  joyful  lays, 
Sing  ye  the  Lord  Jehovah's  praise ; 
His  glorious  name  let  all  adore, 
From  age  to  age,  for  evermore. 

2  Blest  be  that  name,  supremely  blest, 
From  the  sun's  rising  to  its  rest ; 
Above  the  heavens  his  power  is  knowai ; 
Through  all  the  earth  his  goodness  shown. 

S  Who  is  like  God  1 — so  great,  so  high, 
He  bows  himself  to  view  the  sky; 
And  yet  with  condescending  grace. 
Looks  down  upon  the  human  race. 

4  He  hears  the  uncomplaining  moan 
Of  those  who  sit  and  weep  alone ; 
He  lifts  the  mourner  from  the  dust. 
And  saves  the  poor  in  him  that  trust. 

HYMN  313.     7s. 

GLORY  be  to  God  above, 

God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow. 
Make  we  mention  of  his  love 

Publish  we  his  praise  below : 
Call'd  together  by  his  grace. 

We  are  met  in  Jesus'  name  ; 
See  with  joy  each  others  face. 

Followers  of  the  bleeding  Lamb. 

2  Let  us  then  sweet  counsel  take, 

How  to  make  our  calling  sure ; 
Our  election  how  to  make. 

Past  the  reach  of  hell  secure : 


204  REJOICIICG     AND    FKAISE:. 

Build  we  each  the  other  up, 
Pray  Ave  for  our  faith's  increase : 

Sohcl  comforts,  settled  hope, 
Constant  joy,  and  lasting  peace. 

3  More  and  more  let  love  abound  ; 

Let  us  never,  never  rest, 
^Till  we  are  in  Jesus  found, 

Of  our  Paradise  possest: 
He  removes  the  ilaming  sword, 

Calls  us  back,  from  Etlen  driven ; 
To  his  image  here  restored, 

Soon  he  takes  us  up  to  heaven. 

HVMN  311.     L.  M.    [228] 

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. 
Eternal  an'  thy  mercies,  Lord; 
Eternal  truth  attends  tliy  word; 
Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 

2  Your  lofty  themes,  ye  mortals,  bring ; 
In  songs  of  praise  divinely  sing  ; 
The  great  salvation  loud  proclaim, 
And  shout  for  joy  tlie  Saviour's  name. 
In  every  land  begin  the  song ; 
To  every  land  the  strains  belong  : 
In  chceiful  sfnmds  all  voices  raise, 
And  lill  tlie  world  with  loudest  praise. 

HVMN  315.     L.  M.     [229] 

BEFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
Ye  natic^ns  bow  with  sacred  joy  ; 

Know  that  the  Lord  is  (Tod  alone ; 
He  can  create  and  he  destroy. 

2  His  sovereign  power,  without  our  aid, 
Made  us  of  clay,  and  form'd  us  men; 


REJOICING    AND    PRAISE.  205 

And  when  like  wand'ring  sheep  we  stray'd, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3  Well  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  songs, 
High  as  the  heavens  our  voices  raise ; 

And  earth  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues, 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  sounding  praise. 

4  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. 

HYMN   316.     L.  P.  M.     [229] 

LO !  God  is  here  !  let  us  adore, 

And  own  how  dreadful  is  this  place  : 

Let  all  within  us  feel  liis  power, 
And  silent  bow  before  his  face  ; 

Wlio  know  liis  power,  his  grace  who  prove, 

Serve  him  with  awe,  with  rev'rence  love. 

2  1^0 !  God  is  here !  him  day  and  night 
Th'  united  choirs  of  angels  sing : 

To  him  enthron'd  above  all  height, 

Heaven's  host  their  noblest  praises  bring  : 

Disdain  not,  Lord,  our  meaner  song, 

Who  praise  thee  with  a  stamm'ring  tongue. 

.3  Gladly  the  toys  of  earth  we  leave^ — 
Wealth,  pleasure,  fame, — for  thee  alone  ; 

To  thee  our  will,  soul,  flesh,  we  give — 
O  take  !  O  seal  them  for  thine  own ! 

Thou  art  the  God,  tliou  art  the  Lord ; 

Be  thou  by  all  thy  works  ador'd ! 

4  Being  of  beings!  may  our  praise,. 

Thy  courts  with  grateful  fragrance  fill : 
Still  may  we  stand  l3efore  thy  face ; 

Still  hear  and  do  thy  sovereign  will: 
To  thee  may  all  our  thoughts  arise. 
Ceaseless,  accepted  sacritice. 


206  CHRISTIAN     FELLOWSHIP. 

CHRISTIAN  FELLOWSHIP 


HYMN  317.     S.  M.     [114] 

AND  let  our  bodies  part,    , 
To  difTerent  climes  repair; 

Inseparably  joiu'd  in  beart, 
Tbe  friends  of  Jesus  are. 

2  Jesus,  tbe  corner  stonc^ 
Did  iirst  our  bearts  unite  ; 

And  still  be  keeps  our  spirits  one, 
Wbo  walk  witb  iiiin  in  wbite. 

3  O  let  us  still  proceed 
In  Jesus'  ^vork  below ; 

And  followini,^  our  triunipbant  Head, 
To  fartber  conquests  go. 

4  Tiie  vineyard  of  tbe  Lord 
Before  Iiis  laborers  lies : 

And  lo !  we  see  tbe  vast  reward 
Wbicb  waits  us  in  tbe  skies. 

5  O,  let  our  beart  and  mind 
Continually  ascend, 

Tbat  bavcn  of  repose  to  find, 
Wbere  all  our  labors  end  ! 

6  Wbere  all  our  toils  are  o'er, 
Our  suffering  and  our  pain ; 

Wbo  meet  on  tbat  eternal  sbore, 
Sball  never  part  again. 

SECOND    PART. 

HYMN  318.     S.  M. 

O  HAPPY,  bappy  place, 
Wbere  saints  and  angels  meet ! 


CHRISTIAN     FELLOWSHIP.  207 

There  we  shall  see  each  other's  face, 
And  all  our  brethren  greet. 

2  The  church  of  the  first-bom 
We  shall  with  them  be  blest, 

And  crown'd  with  endless  joy,  return 
To  our  eternal  rest. 

3  With  joy  we  shall  behold, 
In  yonder  blest  abode, 

The  patriarchs  and  prophets  old, 
And  all  the  saints  of  God. 

4  Abraham  and  Isaac,  there, 
And  Jacob  shall  receive 

The  followers  of  their  faith  and  prayer, 
Who  now  in  bodies  live. 

5  We  shall  our  time  beneath. 
Live  out  in  cheerful  hope. 

And  fearless  pass  the  vale  of  death, 
And  gain  the  mountain  top. 

6  To  gather  home  his  own 
God  shall  his  angels  send, 

And  bid  our  bliss  on  earth  begun. 
In  deathless  triumphs  end. 

HYMN  319.     C.  M.     [115] 

LIFl^  up  your  hearts  to  things  above, 

Ye  followers  of  the  Lamb, 
And  join  with  us  to  praise  his  love, 

And  glorify  his  name. 

2  To  Jesus'  name  give  thanks  and  sing, 
Whose  mercies  never  end  : 

Rejoice !  rejoice  !  the  Lord  is  King  ! 
The  King  is  now  our  Friend ! 

3  We  for  his  sake  count  all  things  loss, 
On  earthly  good  look  down  : 

And  joyfully  sustain  the  cross. 
Till  we  receive  the  crown. 


208  CHRISTIAN     FELLOWSHIP. 

4  O,  let  us  stir  each  other  up, 
Our  faith  by  works  t'  approve, 

By  holy,  purityiiig  liope, 
And  the  sweet  task  of  love. 

5  Let  all  who  for  the  promise  wait, 
The  Holy  Ghost  receive  ; 

And  rais'd  to  our  uiisiuuing  state, 
With  God  in  Eden  live ! 

6  Live,  till  the  Lord  in  glory  come, 
And  wait  his  heaven  to  share  ! 

He  now  is  fitting  up  our  home : 
Go  on,  we'll  meet  you  there ! 

HYMN  3-30.     C.  M.     [116] 

ALL  praise  to  our  redeeming  Lord, 

Who  joins  us  by  his  grace, 
And  hids  us  each  to  each  restor'd. 

Together  seek  his  face. 

2  He  ])i(1s  us  ])ulld  each  other  up; 
And  galher'tl  into  one. 

To  our  high  calling's  glorious  hope. 
We  hand  in  hand  go  on. 

3  The  gift  Avhich  he  on  one  bestows, 
We  all  delight  to  prove, 

The  grace  through  every  vessel  flows, 
Li  purest  streams  of  love. 

4  E  en  now  we  think  and  speak  the  same, 
And  cordially  agree, 

United  all  through  Jesus  name 
In  perfect  harmony. 

5  We  all  partake  the  joy  of  one. 
The  common  peace  we  feel ; 

A  peace  to  sensual  minds  unknown, 
A  joy  unspeakable. 


CHRISTIAN    FELLOWSHIP.  209 

6  And  if  our  fellowship  below 

III  Jesus  be  so  sweet, 
What  height  of  rapture  shall  we  know, 

When  round  his  throne  we  meet ! 

HYMN  321.     S.  M. 

JESUS,  we  look  to  thee, 

Thy  promis'd  presence  claim ; 
Thou  in  the  midst  of  us  shalt  be, 

Assembled  in  thy  name  : 
Thy  name  salvation  is, 

Which  here  we  come  to  prove  ; 
Thy  name,  is  life,  and  health,  and  peace, 

And  everlasting  love. 

2  Not  in  the  name  of  pride, 
Or  selfishness  we  meet ; 

From  nature's  patlis  we  turn  aside. 

And  worldly  thoughts  forget : 
We  meet  the  grace  to  take, 

Which  thou  hast  freely  given ; 
We  meet  on  earth  for  thy  dear  sake, 

That  we  may  meet  in  heaven. 

3  Present  we  know  thou  art. 
But  O,  thyself  reveal ! 

Now,  Lord,  let  every  bounding  heart 

The  mighty  comfort  feel ! 
O  may  thy  quick'ning  voice, 

The  death  of  sin  remove; 
And  bid  our  inmost  vSouls  rejoice, 

In  hope  of  perfect  love  ! 

HYMN  322.     C.  M.     [117] 

LO  !  what  an  entertaining  sight 

Those  friendly  brethren  prove. 
Whose  cheerful  hearts  in  bands  unite 

Of  harmony  and  love ! 


210  CHRISTIAN    FELLOWSHIP. 

2  Where   streams  of  bliss   from    Christ  the 

spring, 
Descend  on  every  soul ; 
And  heavenly  peace  with  balmy  wing 
Shades  and  revives  the  whole. 

3  'Tis  pleasant  as  the  morning  dews 
That  fall  on  Zion's  hill, 

Where  (iod  his  mildest  glory  shows, 
And  make  his  grace  distil. 

HYMN  323.     S.  M.     [118] 

BLEST  are  the  sons  of  peace, 
Whose  hearts  and  hopes  are  one, 

Whose  kind  designs  to  serve  and  please 
Through  all  their  actions  run. 

2  Blest  is  the  pious  house 
Where  zeal  and  friendship  meet, 

Their  songs  of  praise,  their  mingled  vows, 
IMake  their  connnunion  sweet. 

3  Thus  on  the  heavenly  hills 
The  saints  are  ])lest  above, 

Where  joy  like  morning  dew  distils. 
And  all  the  air  is  love. 

HYMN  324.     C.  M. 

GIVER  of  concord,  Prince  of  peace, 

Meek,  lamb-like  Son  of  God, 
Bid  our  unruly  passions  cease, 

By  thy  atoning  blood. 

2  Subdue  in  us  the  carnal  mind, 
Its  enmity  destroy ; 

With  cords  of  Ipve  our  spirits  bind, 
And  melt  us  into  joy. 

3  Us  into  closest  union  draw, 
And  in  our  inward  parts, 


CHRISTIAN     FELLOWSHIP.  211 

Let  kindness  sweetly  write  her  law, 
And  love  command  om*  hearts. 

4  Saviour,  look  down  with  pitying  eyes, 
Our  jarring  wills  control ; 

Let  cordial,  kind  affections  rise, 
And  harmonize  the  soul. 

5  O  let  us  find  the  ancient  way 
Our  wond'ring  foes  to  move. 

And  force  the  heathen  world  to  say, 
"  See  how  these  Christians  love  !" 

HYMN  325.     S.  M.     [119] 

BLEST  be  the  tie  that  binds 

Our  hearts  in  Christian  love  ; 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 

Is  like  to  that  above. 

2  Before  our  Father's  throne, 
We  pour  our  ardent  prayers ; 

Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one, 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3  We  share  our  mutual  woes  ; 
Our  mutual  burdens  bear ; 

And  often  lor  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 

4  When  we  asunder  part, 
It  gives  us  inward  pain, 

But  we  shall  still  be  join'd  in  heart, 
And  hope  to  meet  again. 

5  This  glorious  hope  revives 
Our  courage  by  the  way  ; 

While  each  in  expectation  lives. 
And  longs  to  see  the  day. 

6  From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain. 
And  sin  we  shall  be  free  ; 

And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 
Through  all  eternity. 


212  CHRISTIAN    FELLOWSHIP. 

HYMN  326.     S.  M.     [120] 

AND  are  we  yet  alive, 

And  see  eacli  other's  face  1 
Glory  and  praise  to  Jesus  give, 

For  his  redeeming  grace! 
Preserv 'd  by  power  divine 

To  full  salvation  here, 
Again  in  Jesus'  praise 'we  join, 

And  in  his  sight  appear. 

2  What  troubles  have  we  seen ! 
What  conflicts  have  we  past! 

Fightings  without  and  fears  within, 

Since  we  assembled  last ; 
But  out  of  all  the  Lord 

Hatli  brought  us  by  his  love ; 
And  still  he  doth  his  help  afford, 

And  hides  our  life  above. 

3  Then  let  us  make  our  boast 
Ol"  his  redeeming  power, 

Wiiich  saves  us  to  the  uttermost, 

Till  we  can  sin  no  more : 
Let  us  take  up  the  cross. 

Till  we  the  crown  obtain ; 
And  gladly  reckon  all  things  loss, 

So  we  may  Jesus  gain. 

HYMN  327.     C.  M. 

GOD  of  all  consolation,  take 

The  glory  of  thy  grace  ! 
Thy  gifts  to  thee  we  render  back. 

In  ceaseless  songs  of  praise. 

2  Through  thee  we  now  together  came, 

In  singleness  of  heart ; 
We  met,  O  Jesus,  in  thy  name ; 

And  in  thy  name  we  part. 


CHRISTIAN     FELLOWSHIP.  213 

3  We  part  in  body,  not  in  mind ; 
Our  minds  continue  one : 

And  each  to  eacli  in  Jesus  join'd, 
We  hand  in  hand  go  on. 

4  Subsists  as  in  us  all  one  soul ; 
No  power  can  make  us  twain ; 

And  mountains  rise  and  oceans  roll, 
To  sever  us  in  vain. 

5  Present  we  still  in  spirit  are, 
And  intimately  nigh ; 

While  on  the  wings  of  faith  and  prayer 
We  each  to  other  fly. 

6  In  Jesus  Christ  together  we 
In  heavenly  places  sit ; 

Cloth'd  with  the  sun,  we  smile  to  see 
The  moon  beneath  our  feet. 

SECOND    PART. 

HYMN  328.     C.  M. 

OUR  souls  are  in  his  mighty  hand, 

And  he  shall  keep  them  still ; 
And  you  and  I  shall  surely  stand 

With  him  on  Zion's  hill ! 

2  Him  eye  to  eye  we  there  shall  see, 
Our  face  like  his  shall  shine ; 

O  what  a  glorious  company, 
When  saints  and  angels  join  ! 

3  O  what  a  joyful  meeting  there ! 
In  robes  of  white  array'd : 

Palms  in  our  hands  we  all  shall  bear, 
And  crowns  upon  our  head. 

4  Then  let  as  lawfully  contend. 
And  fight  our  passage  through  ; 

Bear  in  our  faithful  minds  the  end, 
And  keep  the  prize  in  view. 


214  CHRISTIAN     FELLOWSHIP. 

5  Then  let  us  hasten  to  the  day, 
When  all  shall  he  hrought  home; 

Come,  O  Kedeenier,  come  away, 
O  Jesus,  (iuickly  come  ! 

HYMN  329.  C.  M.     [121] 

TRY  us,  O  God,  and  search  the  ground 

Of  every  snilul  heart : 
WhateVr  of  sin  in  us  is  fmind, 

O  hid  it  all  depart. 

2  When  ((»  llic  rii^Hit  or  left  we  stray, 

Leave  us  not  coMifortlcss; 
But  Lcuide  our  \W{  into  tin*  way 

Of  i'Ncrlasling  jH^ace. 

8  \\v\\)  us  to  help  each  other,  \jon\, 

Mach  other's  cross  to  hear : 
Liet  each  his  friendly  aid  allord, 

And  feel  his  hrothers  cure. 

4  Help  us  to  huild  each  other  up, 
Onr  little  st<»ck  improve  ; 

Increase  our  faith   coidirm  our  hope, 
And  perfect  us  in  love. 

5  Up  into  thee,  our  living  Head, 
I^t  us  in  all  things  grow; 

Till  thou  hast  made  il^  free  indeed, 
And  s])otlcss  here  helow. 

6  Then  when  the  misjhty  work  is  wrought, 
Receive  thy  ready  hride  ; 

(live  us  in  heaven  a  happy  lot 
With  all  the  sanctified. 

HYMN   330.     C.  M.     [122] 

JESl'S,  united  hy  thy  2:race, 

And  each  to  each  endear'd. 
With  confidence  we  seek  thy  face, 

And  know  our  prayer  is  heard. 


.   CHRIS  n  AN     FELLOWSHIP.  215 

2  Still  let  us  own  our  common  Lord 
And  bear  thine  easy  yoke; 

A  band  of  love  a  threefold  cord, 
Which  never  can  be  broke. 

3  Make  us  into  one  spirit  drink ; 
Baptize  into  thy  Name ; 

And  let  us  always  kindly  think, 
And  sweetly  speak  the  same. 

4  Touch'd  widi  the  loadstone  of  thy  love, 
Let  all  our  hearts  agree ; 

And  ever  toward  each  other  move, 
And  ever  move  toward  thee. 

SECOND     PART. 

HYMN  331.     C.  M. 

TO  thee  inseparably  joinVl, 

Let  all  our  spirits  cleave  ; 
.O  may  we  all  the  loving  mind 

That  was  in  thee  receive! 

2  This  is  the  bond  of  perfectness, 
The  spotless  charity ; 

O  let  us  (still  we  pray)  possess 
The  mind  that  was  in  thee! 

3  Grant  this,  and  then  from  all  below 
Insensibly  remove ; 

Our  souls  the  change  shall  scarcely  know, 
Made  perfect  first  in  love ! 

f|4  With  ease  our  souls  through  death  shall  glide 
Into  their  paradise; 
And  thence  on  wings  of  angels  ride, 
Triumphant  through  the  skies. 

5  Yet  when  the  fullest  joy  is  given, 

The  same  delight  we  prove, 
In  earth,  in  paradise,  in  heaven, 

Our  all  in  all  is  Love. 


216  CHRISTIAN    FELLOWSHIP. 

HYMN  332.     H. 

JESUS,  accept  the  praise 

That  to  thy  name  belongs ; 
Matter  of  all  our  lays, 

Subject  of  all  our  songs ; 
Through  thee  we  now  together  came, 
And  part,  exulting  in  thy  Name. 

2  In  flesh  we  part  awhile, 
But  still  in  spirit  join'd, 

T'  embrace  the  happy  toil. 

Thou  hast  to  each  assigned  ; 
And  while  we  do  thy  blessed  will, 
We  bear  our  heaven  about  us  still. 

3  O  let  us  thus  go  on 

In  all  thy  pleasant  ways  : 
And,  arm'd  with  patience,  run 

With  joy  th'  appointed  race ; 
Keep  us,  and  every  seeking  soul, 
Till  all  attain  the  heavenly  goal. 

4  There  we  shall  meet  again, 
When  all  our  toils  are  o'er. 

And  death,  and  grief,  and  pain, 

And  parting  are  no  more : 
We  shall  with  all  our  brethren  rise, 
And  grasp  thee  in  the  flaming  skies. 

5  O  happy,  happy  day. 
That  calls  thy  exiles  home  ! 

The  heavens  shall  pass  away. 
The  earth  receive  its  doom ; 
Earth  we  shall  view,  and  heaven  destroy 'd. 
And  shout  above  the  fiery  void. 

HYMN  333.     C.  M.     [473] 

COME,  let  us  strike  our  harps  afresh . 

To  great  Jehovah's  name ; 
Sweet  be  the  accents  of  our  tongues, 

When  we  his  love  proclaim. 


CHRISTIAN    FELLOWSHIP.  217 

2  'Twas  by  his  bidding  we  were  called 
In  pain  awhile  to  part ; 

^Tis  by  his  care  we  meet  again, 
And  gladness  fills  our  heart. 

3  Blest  be  the  hand  that  has  preserved 
Our  feet  from  every  snare, 

And  bless  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 
Which  to  this  hour  we  shara 

4  O,  may  tlie  Spirit's  quickening  power 
Now  sanctify  our  joy, 

And  warm  our  zeal  in  works  of  love 
Our  talents  to  employ. 

5  Fast,  fast  our  minutes  fly  away ; 
Soon  shall  our  wanderings  cease : 

Then  with  our  Father  we  shall  dwdl, 
A  family  of  peace. 

HYMN  S34.     H.  M. 

THOU  God  of  truth  and  love, 

We  seek  thy  perfect  way, 
Ready  thy  choice  f  approve. 

Thy  providence  t'  obey ; 
Enter  into  thy  wise  design, 
And  sweetly  lose  our  will  in  thine, 

2  Why  hast  thou  cast  our  lot 
In  the  same  age  and  place  1 

And  why  together  brought 
To  see  each  others'  face  ; 
To  join  with  softest  sympathy, 
And  mix  our  friendly  souls  in  thee  ? 

3  Didst  thou  not  make  us  one, 
That  we  might  one  remain, 

Together  travel  on, 

And  bear  each  others^  pain ; 
Till  all  thy  utmost  goodness  prove, 
And  rise  renew'd  in  perfect  love  ? 

10 


218  CH-RISTIAN     FEl^LOWSmr., 

4  Surely  thou  didst  unite 

Our  kindred  spirits  here, 
That  all  hereafter  might 

Before  thy  throne  appear  : 
Meet  at  the  marriage  of  the  Lamb^ 
And  all  thy  gracious  love  proclaim. 

5^  Then  let  us  ever  bear 

The  blessed  end  in  view^ 
And  join  with  mutual  care, 

To  fight  our  passage  through  ;. 
And  kindly  help  each  other  on, 
Till  all  receive  the  starry  crown. 

HYMN  335.     L.  M. 

KINDRED  in  Christ,  for  his  dear  sake, 
A  hearty  welcome  here  receive  ; 

May  we  together  now  partake 
The  joys  which  only  he  can  give. 

2  To  you  and  us  by  grace  is  giv'n, 

To  know  the  Saviour^s  precious  name;^ 
And  shortly  we  shall'  meet  in  heaven, 
Our  hope,  our  way,  our  end  the  same, 

3  May  he  by  whose  kind  care  we  meet,' 
Send  his  good  spirit  from  above  ; 

Make  our  communications  sweet, 

And  cause  our  hearts  to  burn  with  love, 

4  Forgotten  be  each  earthly  theme, 
When  christians  see  each  other  thus; 

We  only  wish  to  speak  of  Him, 

Who  lived — and  died — and  reigns — for  us- 

^  We'll  talk  of  all  he  did  and  said. 

And  suffer'd  for  us  here  below ; 
The  path  he  mark'd  for  us  to  tread, 

And  what  he's  doing  for  us  now. 

6  Thus  as  the  moments  pass  away, 
We'll  love,  and  wonder,  and  adore ; 


CHRISTIAN     FELLOWSHIP.  219 

And  hasten  on  the  glorious  day, 

When  we  shall  meet — to  part  no  more. 

HYMN  336.  L.  M.     [482] 

THY  presence,  everlastmg  God, 
Wide  o'er  all  nature  spreads  abroad  ; 
The  watchful  eyes,  which  cannot  sleep, 
In  every  place  thy  children  keep. 

2  While  near  each  other  we  remain, 
Thou  dost  our  lives  and  souls  sustain ; 
When  absent,  thou  dost  make  us  share 
Thy  smiles,  thy  counsels  and  thy  care. 

3  To  thee  we  all  our  ways  commit. 
And  seek  our  comforts  near  thy  feet; 
Still  on  our  souls  vouchsafe  to  shine, 
And  guard  and  guide  us  still  as  thine. 

4  Give  us,  O  Lord,  within  thy  house, 
Again  to  pay  our  thankful  vows : 

Or,  if  that  joy  no  more  be  known, 
O  may  we  meet  around  thy  throne. 

HYMN  337.     C.  M.     [482] 

YE  men  and  angels,  witness  now, 

Before  the  Lord  we  speak  ; 
To  him  we  make  our  solemn  vow, — 

A  vow  we  dare  not  break, — 

2  That  long  as  life  itself  shall  last. 
Ourselves  to  Christ  we  yield ; 

Nor  from  his  cause  will  we  depart 
Or  ever  quit  the  field. 

3  We  trust  not  in  our  native  strength, 
But  on  his  grace  rely ; 

May  he,  with  our  returning  wants. 
All  needful  aid  supply. 

4  O  guide  our  doubtful  feet  aright, 
And  keep  us  in  thy  ways ; 


220  CHRISTIAN    FELLOWSHIP. 

And  while  we  turn  our  vows  to  prayers, 
Turn  thou  our  prayers  to  praise. 

HYMN  338.     L.  M.     [483] 

O  HAPPY  day,  that  fixed  my  choice 
On  thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  God  ; 

Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 
And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 

2  O  happy  bond  that  seals  my  vows 
To  him  who  merits  all  my  love ! 

Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  the  house, 
While  to  his  altar  now  I  move. 

3  'Tis  done — the  great  transaction's  done ; 
I  am  my  Lord's,  and  he  is  mine : 

He  drew  me  and  I  followed  on, 
Rejoiced  to  own  the  call  divine. 

4  Now  rest,  my  long  divided  heart ; 
Fixed  on  this  blissful  centre  rest : 

Here  have  I  found  a  nobler  part, 

Here  heavenly  pleasures  fill  my  breast. 

5  High  Heaven  that  hears  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. 

HYMN  339.     L.  M.     [484] 

COME  in,  thou  blessed  of  the  Lord, 
O  come  in  Jesus' .precious  name  ; 

We  welcome  thee  with  one  accord, 
And  trust  the  Saviour  does  the  same. 

2  Those  joys  which  earth  cannot  afford, 
We'll  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  tears, 
We'll  make  our  joys  and  sorrows  known ; 


CHRISTIAN     FELLOWSHIP.  221 

We'll  share  each  othervs'  hopes  and  fears, 
And  count  a  brother's  cares  our  own. 

5  Once  more  our  welcome  we  repeat ; 

Receive  assurance  of  our  love ; 
O  may  we  all  together  meet, 

Around  the  throne  of  God  above ! 

HYMN  340.     C.  M.     [481] 

HOW  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight, 

When  those  that  love  the  Lord, 
In  one  another's  peace  delight, 

And  thus  fulfil  his  word ! 

2  When  each  can  feel  his  brother's  sigh, 
And  with  him  bear  a  part ; 

When  sorrow  flows  from  eye  to  eye, 
And  joy  from  heart  to  heart ! 

3  When  free  from  envy,  scorn  and  pride ; 
Our  wishes  all  above. 

Each  can  his  brother's  failings  hide. 
And  show  a  brother's  love ! 

4  When  love  in  one  delightful  stream, 
Through  every  bosom  flows ; 

And  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. 

HYMN  341.     S.  M. 

SAVIOUR  of  sinful  men, 

Thy  goodness  we  proclaim. 
Which  brings  us  here  to  meet  again, 

And  triumph  in  thy  name : 
Thy  mighty  name  hath  been 

Our  safeguard  and  our  tower : 


222  CHRISTIAN    FELLOWSHIP. 

Hath  sav'd  us  from  the  world  and  sin, 
And  all  th'  accuser's  power. 

2  Jesus  take  all  the  praise, 
That  still  on  earth  we  live  ; 

Unspotted  in  so  foul  a  place. 

And  innocently  grieve : 
We  shall  from  Sodom  flee, 

When  perfected  in  love ; 
And  haste  to  better  company 

Who  wait  for  us  above. 

3  O  wiiat  a  mighty  change 
Shall  Jesus'  suff'rers  know ! 

While  o'er  the  happy  plains  they  range. 

Incapable  of  wo  ! 
No  ill-requited  love 

Shall  there  our  spirits  wound  ; 
No  base  ingratitude  above, 

Nor  sin  in  heaven  is  found. 

HYMN  342.     7s. 

GOD  of  love  that  hear'st  the  prayer. 
Kindly  for  thy  people  care ; 
Who  on  thee  alone  depend. 
Love  us,  save  us  to  the  end. 

2  Save  us,  in  the  prosperous  hour. 
From  the  flattering  Tempter's  power. 
From  his  unsuspected  wiles. 

From  the  world's  pernicious  smiles. 

3  Cut  off  our  dependence  vain 
On  the  help  of  feeble  man ; 
Every  arm  of  flesh  remove  ; 
Stay  us  on  thy  only  love  ! 

4  Men  of  worldly,  low  design, 
Let  not  these  thy  people  join  ; 
Poison  our  simplicity ; 

Dra?  us  from  our  trust  in  thee. 


CHRISTIAN     FELLOWSHIP.  223 

5  Save  us  from  the  great  and  wise, 
Till  they  sink  in  their  own  eyes, 
Tamely  to  thy  3oke  submit, 

Lay  their  honors  at  thy  feet. 

6  Never  let  the  world  hreak  in  ; 
Fix  a  mighty  gulf  between ; 
Keep  us  little  and  unknown, 
Prised  and  loved  by  God  alone. 

HYMN  343.     L.  M.     [479] 

HOW  blest  the  sacred  tie  that  l3inds 
In  sweet  communion  kindred  minds ! 
How  swift  the  heavenly  course  they  run, 
Whose  hearts,  whose  faith,  whose  hopes  areonel 

2  To  each  the  soul  of  each  how  dear ! 
What  tender  love  !  what  holy  fear ! 
How  does  the  generous  flame  within 
Hefine,  from  earth,  and  cleanse  from  sini 

3  Their  streaming  eyes  together  flow. 
For  human  guilt  and  human  wo ; 
Their  ardent  prayers  together  rise, 
Like  mingling  flames  in  sacrifice. 

4  Together  oft  they  seek  the  place, 
Where  God  reveals  his  smiling  face : 
How  high,  how  strong  their  raptures  swell. 
There^s  none  but  kindred  souls  can  tell. 

HYMN  344.     P.  M. 

COME  let  us  ascend,  my  companion  and  friend, 
To  a  taste  of  the  banquet  above ^, 

If  thy  heart  be  as  mine,  if  for  Jesus  it  pine, 
Come  up  into  the  chariot  of  love. 

2  Who  in  Jesus  confide,  we  are  bold  to  out-ride 
The  storms  of  affliction  beneath^ 


224  CHRISTIAN    FELLO-WSHJP. 

With  the  prophet  we  soar  to  the  heavenly  shore, 
And  out  fly  the  arrows  of  death. 

3  By  faith  we  are  come  to  our  permanent 

home : 
<    By  hope  we  the  rapture  improve : 
By  love  we  still  rise  and  look  down  on  the  skies, 
For  the  heaven  of  heavens  is  love. 

4  Who  on  earth  can  conceive  liow  happy  we 

live, 
In  the  palace  of  God,  the  great  King  ? 
Wliat  a  concert  of  praise,   when  our  Jesus' 
grace 
The  whole  heavenly  company  sing  f 

5  What  a  rapturous  song,,  when  the  glorified 

throng 
In  the  spirit  of  hannony  join : 
Join  all  the  glad  clioirs,  hearts,  voices,  and 
lyres, 
And  the  hurden  is,  "  mercy  divine  1'^ 

HYIVIN  345.    7s.     [471j 

FOR  a  season  called  to  part. 

Let  us  now  ourselves  commend 
To  the  gracious  eye  and  heart 

Of  our  ever  present  Friend, 

2  Jesus,  hear  our  humble  prayer  : 
Tender  Shepherd  of  thy  sheep^ 

Let  thy  mercy  and  thy  care 
All  our  vsouls  in  safety  keep. 

3  In  thy  strength  may  we  be  strong : 
Sweeten  every  cross  and  pain ; 

And  our  wasting  lives  prolong, 
Till  we  meet  on  earth  again. 


CHRISTIAN    FELLOWSHIP.  225 

HYMN  346.     L.  M. 

WHEN  those  who  feared  the  Lord  of  old, 
Met  oft  and  spake  with  one  accord, 

A  book  was  written,  and  enrolled 
Their  faithful  names  before  the  Lord. 

2  They  shall  be  mine,  Jehovah  said, 
And  as  a  signet  on  my  hand, 

A  crown  of  glory  for  my  head. 
Among  my  chosen  jewels  stand. 

3  And  I  will  spare  them  in  that  day, 
E'en  as  a  father  spares  his  son, 

When  all  the  proud  are  swept  away, 
The  wicked,  root  and  branch,  undone. 

4  Then  shall  my  righteousness  be  shown, 
Then,  by  their  good  or  evil  lot, 

The  sinner  and  the  saint  be  known, 

Who  served  the  Lord, — who  served  him  not 

5  Lord,  we  are  taught  thy  name  to  fear ; 
O  may  we  tremble  to  offend : 

Lord,  we  are  taught  to  serve  thee  here, 
May  we  be  faithful  to  the  end. 

HYMN  347.     S.  M. 

LIKE  Noah's  weary  dove, 

That  soared  the  earth  around, 
But  not  a  resting-place  above 

The  cheerless  waters  found ; 

2  O  cease,  my  wandering  soul, 
On  restless  wing  to  roam: 

All  the  wide  world,  to  either  pole, 
Has  not  for  thee  a  home. 

3  Behold  the  Ark  of  God, 
Behold  the  open  door ; 

10* 


226  CHRISTIAN    PERFECTION. 

Hasten  to  gain  that  dear  abode, 
And  rove,  my  soul,  no  more. 

4  There,  safe  thou  shalt  abide, 
There,  sweet  shall  be  thy  rest, 

And  every  longing  satisfied, 
With  full  salvation  blest. 

5  And  when  the  waves  of  ire 
Again  the  earth  shall  fill. 

The  Ark  shall  ride  the  sea  of  fire — 
Then  rest  on  Zion's  hill. 


CHRISTIAN  PERFECTION. 


HYMN  348.     8s.  &  7s.     [188] 

LOVE  divine,  all  love  excelhng, 

Joy  of  heaven  to  earth  come  down  ; 
Fix  us  in  thy  humble  dwelling. 

All  thy  fiiithful  mercies  crown ! 
Jesus,  thou  art  all  compassion. 

Pure,  unbounded  love  thou  art ; 
Visit  us  with  thy  salvation  ; 

Enter  every  trembling  heart. 

2  Breathe,  O  breathe  thy  loving  Spirit, 

Into  every  troubled  breast ! 
Let  us  all  in  thee  inherit, 

Let  us  find  that  second  rest. 
Take  away  our  bent  to  sinning. 

Alpha  and  Omega  be, 
End  of  faith  as  its  beginning. 

Set  our  hearts  at  liberty. 


CHRISTIAN    PERFECTION.  22? 

3  Come,  almighty  to  deliver, 
Let  us  all  thy  life  receive, 

Suddenly  return,  and  never. 

Never  more  thy  temples  leave : 
Thee  w^e  w^ould  be  always  blessing, 

Serve  thee  as  thy  hosts  abm  e, 
f^ray,  and  praise  thee  without  ceasing^ 

Glory  in  thy  perfect  love. 

4  Finish  then  thy  new  creation, 
Pure  and  spotless  let  us  be ; 

Ijet  us  see  thy  great  salvation, 

Perfectly  restored  in  thee : 
Chang'd  from  glory  into  glory, 

Till  in  heaven  we  take  our  place, 
Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  thee, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love  and  praise  ! 

HYMN  349.     L.  M.     [189] 

<3  JESUS,  full  of  truth  and  grace, 

0  all-atoning  Lamb  of  God, 

1  wait  to  see  thy  lovely  face, 

1  seek  redemption  in  thy  blood ! 

2  Now  in  thy  strength  I  strive  with  thee;, 
My  friend  and  advocate  with  God ; 

Give  me  the  glorious  liberty. 

Grant  me  the  purchase  of  thy  blood. 

3  Thou  art  the  anchor  of  my  hope, 
The  faithful  promise  I  receive ; 

Surely  thy  death  shall  raise  me  up, 
For  thou  hast  died  that  I  might  live, 

4  Satan  with  ail  his  arts,  no  more 

Me  from  the  Gospel  hope  can  move ; 
I  shall  receive  the  gracious  power, 
And  find  the  pearl  of  perfect  love. 

5  My  flesh  which  cries  "  it  cannot  be," 
Shall  silence  keep  before  the  Lord ; 


228  CTHRISTTAN    FETRFECTIGN. 

And  earth,  and  hell,  and  sin  &hall  flee 
At  Jesiis^  everlasting  word. 

HYMN  350.     L.  M. 

COME,.  Saviour,  Jesns,  from  above 
Assist  nie  with  thy  heavenly  grace ; 

Empty  my  heart  of  earthly  love. 

And  for  thyself  prepare  the  place.        . 

2  O,  let  thy  sacred  presence  fill, 
And  set  my  longing  spirit  free : 

Which  pants  to  have  no  other  will, 
But  night  and  day  to  feavSt  on  thee, 

3  While  in  this  region  here  below, 
No  other  good  w^ill  I  pursue ; 

I'll  bid  this  w^orld  of  noise  and  show, 
With  all  its  glittering  snares,  adieu. 

4  That  path  with  hvmible  vspeed  I'll  seek. 
In  w^hrch  my  Saviour's  footsteps  shine ; 

Nor  will  I  hear,  nor  will  I  speak, 
Of  any  other  love  but  thine. 

5  Henceforth  may  no  profane  delight, 
Divide  this  consecrated  soul ; 

Possess  it,  thou,  who  hast  the  rights 
As  Lord  and  Master  of  the  whole. 

6  Nothing  on  earth  do  I  desire, 

But  thy  pure  love  within  my  breast ; 
This,  only  this,  will  I  require, 
And  freely  give  up  all  tl>e  rest. 

HYMN  351.     C.  M.     [190] 

O  FOR  a  lieart  to  praise  my  God, 

A  heart  from  sin  set  free  ! 
A  heart  that  ahvays  feels  tliy  blood, 

So  freely  spilt  for  me. 

2  A  heart  resigned,  submissive,  meek. 
My  great  Redeemer's  throne  ; 


CHRISTIAN    PERFECTION.  229 

Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone. 

3  O,  for  a  lowly  contrite  heart, 
Believing,  true,  and  clean ! 

Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part, 
From  Him  that  dwells  within. 

4  A  heart  in  every  thought  renew'd, 
And  full  of  love  divine  ; 

Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good, 
A  cony,  Lord,  of  thine. 

SECOND    PART. 

HYMN  352.     C.  M. 

THY  tender  heart  is  still  the  same, 

And  melts  at  human  woe  ; 
Jesus,  for  thee  distress'd  I  am ; 

I  want  thy  love  to  know. 

2  My  heart  thou  know'st  can  never  rest, 
Till  thou  create  my  peace  ; 

Till  of  my  Eden  re-possest, 
From  every  sin  I  cease. 

3  Fruit  of  thy  gracious  lips,  on  me 
Bestow  that  peace  unknown, 

The  hidden  manna,  and  the  tree 
Of  life,  and  the  white  stone. 

4  Thy  nature,  gracious  Lord,  impart. 
Come  quickly  from  above  ; 

Write  thy  new  name  upon  my  heart, 
Thy  new,  best  name  of  love. 

HYMN  353.     C.  M.     [191] 

FOR  ever  here  my  rest  shall  be. 

Close  to  thy  bleeding  side  ; 
This  all  my  hope,  and  all  my  plea, 

For  me  the  Saviour  died. 


230  CHRISTIAN    PERFECTION. 

2  My  dying  Saviour,  and  my  God, 
Fountain  for  guilt  and  sin, 

Sprinkle  me  ever  with  thy  blood, 
And  cleanse  and  keep  me  clean. 

3  Wash  me,  and  make  me  thus  thine  own ; 
Wash  me,  and  mine  thou  art : 

Wash  me,  but  not  my  feet  alone, 
My  hands,  my  head,  my  heart. 

4  Th'  atonement  of  thy  blood  apply, 
Till  faith  to  sight  improve ; 

Till  hope  in  full  fruition  die, 
And  all  my  soul  be  love. 

HYMN  354.     C.  M. 

LORD,  I  believe  thy  every  word, 

Thy  every  promise  true  ; 
And  lo !  I  wait  on  thee,  my  Lord, 

Till  I  my  strength  renew. 

2  If  in  this  feeble  flesh  I  may 
Awhile  show  forth  thy  praise, 

Jesus,  support  the  tott'ring  clay, 
And  lengthen  out  my  days. 

3  If  such  a  worm  as  I  can  spread 
The  common  Saviour's  name, 

Let  him  who  rais'd  thee  from  the  dead, 
Q,uicken  my  mortal  frame. 

4  Still  let  me  live  thy  blood  to  show, 
Which  purges  every  stain ; 

And  gladly  linger  out  below ' 
A  few  more  years  in  pain. 

5  Spare  me  till  I  my  strength  of  soul. 
Till  I  thy  love  retrieve ; 

Till  faith  shall  make  my  spirit  whole, 
And  perfect  soundness  give. 

6  For  this  in  steadfast  hope  I  wait, 
Now,  Lord,  my  soul  restore  ; 


CHRISTIAN    PERFECTION.  231 

Now  the  new  heavens  and  earth  create, 
And  I  shall  sin  no  more. 

HYMN  355.     L.  M. 

0  THAT  my  load  of  sin  were  gone ! 
O  that  I  could  at  last  submit 

At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  it  down  ! 
To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feet ! 

2  Rest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find : 
Saviour  of  all,  if  mine  thou  art, 

Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind. 
And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 

3  Break  off  tlie  yoke  of  inbred  sin, 
And  fully  set  my  spirit  free ; 

1  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  stain'd  with  hallow'd  blood, 
The  labor  of  thy  dying  love. 

5  I  would,  but  thou  must  give  the  power ; 
My  heart  from  every  sin  release  ; 

Bring  near,  bring  near  the  joyful  hour. 
And  fill  me  with  thy  perfect  peace. 

6  Come,  Lord,  the  drooping  sinner  cheer, 
Nor  let  thy  chariot  wheels  delay  ; 

Appear,  in  my  poor  heart  appear  ! 
My  God,  my  Saviour,  come  away ! 

HYMN  356.    C.  M.     [193] 

LET  Him  to  whom  we  now  belong, 

His  sovereign  right  assert ; 
And  take  up  every  thankful  song. 

And  every  loving  heart. 

2  He  justly  claims  us  for  his  own, 
Who  bought  us  with  a  price  : 


232  CHRISTIAN    PEREECTION. 

The  Christian  Uves  to  Christ  alone, 
To  Christ  alone  he  dies. 

3  Jesus,  thine  own  at  last  receive, 
Fulfil  our  hearts'  desire ; 

And  let  us  to  thy  glory  live. 
And  in  thy  cause  expire ! 

4  Our  souls  and  bodies  we  resign ; 
With  joy  we  render  thee 

Our  all,  no  longer  ours,  but  thine    , 
To  all  eternity. 

HYMN  357.     S.  M.     [164] 

JESUS,  my  Truth,  my  Way, 

My  sure  unerring  Light, 
On  thee  my  feeble  step  I  stay, 

Which  thou  wilt  guide  aright. 

2  My  Wisdom  and  my  guide, 
My  Counsellor  thou  art : 

Oh,  never  let  me  leave  thy  side. 
Or  from  thy  paths  depart. 

3  I  lift  mine  eyes  to  thee, 
Thou  gracious  bleeding  Lamb, 

That  I  may  now  enlighten'd  be. 
And  never  put  to  shame. 

4  Never  will  I  remove 

Out  of  thy  hands  my  cause  ; 
But  rest  in  thy  redeeming  love 
And  hang  upon  thy  cross. 

5  Teach  me  the  happy  art, 
In  all  things  to  depend 

On  thee :  Oh,  never,  Lord,  depart. 
But  love  me  to  the  end. 

SECOND    PART. 

HYMN  358.     S.    M. 

STILL  stir  me  up  to  strive 
With  thee  in  strength  divine ; 


CHRISTIAN    PERFECTION.  233 

And  every  moment,  Lord,  revive 
This  fainting  soul  of  mine. 

2  Persist  to  save  my  soul, 
Througiiout  the  fiery  hour ; 

Till  I  am  every  wliit  made  whole, 
And  show  forth  all  thy  powder. 

3  Through  fire  and  water  bring 
Into  the  wealthy  place  ; 

And  teach  me  the  new  song  to  sing, 
Wlien  perfected  in  grace  ! 

4  O  make  me  all  like  thee, 
Before  I  hence  remove ! 

Settle,  confirm,  and  'stablish  me, 
And  build  me  up  in  love. 

5  Let  me  thy  witness  live, 
When  sin  is  all  destroyed ; 

And  then  my  spotless  soul  receive, 
And  take  me  home  to  God. 

HYMN  359.     C.  M. 

MY  God,  I  know,  I  feel  thee  mine, 

And  will  not  quit  my  claim, 
Till  all  I  liave  is  lost  in  thine, 

And  all  renewed  I  am. 

2  I  hold  thee  with  a  trembling  hand, 
And  will  not  let  thee  go. 

Till  steadfastly  by  faith  I  stand, 
And  all  thy  goodness  know. 

3  Jesus,  thine  all- victorious  love, 
Shed  in  my  heart  abroad  ; 

Then  shall  my  feet  no  longer  rove, 
Rooted  and  fixt  in  God. 

4  O  that  in  me  the  sacred  fire 
Might  now  begin  to  glow ; 

Burn  up  the  dross  of  bavse  desire, 
And  make  the  mountains  flow  1 


234  CHRISTIAN    PERFECTION. 

5  O  that  it  now  from  heaven  might  fall, 
And  all  my  sins  consume ; 

Come,  holy  Ghost,  for  thee  I  call, 
Spirit  of  hurning,  come ! 

6  Refining  fire,  go  through  my  heart 
Illuminate  my  soul ; 

Scatter  thy  life  through  every  part, 
And  sanctify  the  whole. 

HYMN  360.     C.  M.     [195] 

LORD,  I  believe  a  rest  remains, 

To  all  thy  people  known ; 
A  rest  where  pure  enjoyment  reigns, 

And  thou  art  lov'd  alone ; 

2  A  rest  where  ail  our  souls'  desire 
Is  fixt  on  things  above  ; 

Where  fear,  and  sin,  and  grief  expire, 
Cast  out  by  perfect  love. 

3  O  that  I  now  the  rest  might  know, 
Believe,  and  enter  in  ! 

Now,  Saviour,  now  the  power  bestow, 
And  let  me  cease  from  sin  ! 

4  Remove  this  hardness  from  my  heart, 
This  unbelief  remove  : 

To  me  the  rest  of  faith  imparti 
The  Sabbath  of  thy  love. 

SECOND    PART. 

UTSm   361.     C.  M. 

1  WOULD  be  thine,  thou  know'st  I  would, 

And  have  thee  all  my  own ; 
Thee, — O  my  all-sufficient  Good, 
"  I  want, — and  thee  alone. 

2  Thy  name  to  me  thy  nature  grant, 
This,  only  this  be  given  : 


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Nothing  beside  my  God  I  want, 
Nothing  in  earth  or  heaven. 

3  Come,  O  my  Saviour,  come  av^^ay, 
Into  my  soul  descend  ; 

No  longer  from  thy  creature  stay, 
My  Author  and  my  End. 

4  The  bHss  thou  hast  for  me  prepar'd 
No  longer  be  delay'd ; 

Come,  my  exceeding  great  Reward, 
For  whom  I  first  was  made. 

5  Come,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
And  seal  me  thine  abode  ; 

Let  all  I  am  in  thee  be  lost, 
Let  all  be  lost  in  God. 

HYMN  362.     C.  M. 

O  JOYFUL  sound  of  Gospel  grace, 

Christ  shall  in  me  appear  ! 
I.  even  I,  shall  see  his  face ; 

I  sliall  be  holy  here. 

2  The  glorious  crown  of  righteousness. 
To  me  reach'd  out  I  view  ; 

Conqu'ror  through  him,  I  soon  shall  seize. 
And  wear  it  as  my  due. 

3  The  promis'd  land,  from  Pisgah's  top, 
1  now  exult  to  see  ; 

My  hope  is  full — O  glorious  hope ! — 
Of  immortality. 

4  He  visits  now  the  house  of  clay, 
He  shakes  his  future  home ; 

O  wouldst  thou,  Lord,  on  this  glad  day, 
Into  thy  temple  come. 

5  With  me,  I  know,  I  feel,  thou  art : 
But  this  cannot  suffice, 

Unless  thou  plantest  in  my  heart 
A  constant  paradise. 


236  CHRISTIAN    PERFECTION. 

HYMN  363.     C.  M. 

JESUS  hath  died  that  I  might  Uve, 

Might  hve  to  God  alone ; 
In  him  eternal  life  receive 

And  be  in  spirit  one. 

2  Saviour,  I  thank  thee  for  the  grace, 
The  gift  unspeakable ; 

And  wait  with  arms  of  faith  t'  embrace, 
And  all  thy  love  to  feel. 

3  My  soul  breaks  out  in  strong  desire, 
The  perfect  bliss  to  prove ; 

My  longing  heart  is  all  on  lire 
To  be  dissolv'd  in  love. 

4  Give  me  thyself  from  every  boast, 
From  every  wish  set  free  ; 

Let  all  I  am  in  thee  be  lost. 
But  give  thyself  to  me. 

5  Thy  gifts,  alas  !  cannot  suffice. 
Unless  thyself  be  given  ; 

Thy  presence  makes  my  paradise. 
And  where  thou  art  is  heaven. 

HYMN  364.     C.  M.     [197] 

COME,  thou  omniscient  Son  of  Man, 

Display  thy  sifting  power ; 
Come  with  thy  Spirit's  winnowing  fan. 

And  thoroughly  purge  thy  floor. 

2  Look  through  us  with  thine  eyes  of  flame, 
The  clouds  and  darkness  chase  : 

And  tell  me  what  by  sin  I  am, 
And  what  I  am  by  grace. 

3  Whate'er  offends  thy  glorious  eyes, 
Far  from  our  hearts  remove ; 

As  dust  before  the  whirlwind  flies. 
Disperse  it  by  thy  love. 


CHRISTIAN     PERFECTION,  237 

4  Then  let  us  all  thy  fullness  know, 

From  every  sin  set  free  ; 
Sav'd  to  the  utmost,  sav'd  below, 

And  perfected  by  thee. 

HYMN  365.     L.  AT.     [198] 

AN  inward  baptism  of  pure  fire, 
Wherewith  to  be  baptis'd  I  have  ; 

'Tis  all  my  longing  soul's  desire: 
This,  only  this,  my  soul  can  save. 

2  Straiten'd  I  am  till  this  be  done  ; 
Kindle  in  me  the  living  flame ; 

Father,  in  me  reveal  thy  Son  ; 
Baptise  me  into  Jesus'  name. 

3  Transform  my  nature  into  thine  ; 
Let  all  my  powers  thine  impress  feel ; 

Let  all  my  soul  become  divine. 

And  stamp  me  with  thy  Spirit's  seal. 

4  Love,  mighty  love,  my  heart  o'erpower ; 
Ah  !  why  dost  thou  so  long  delay  1 

Cut  short  the  work,  bring  near  the  hour, 
And  let  me  see  the  perfect  day. 

HYMN  366.     S.  M.  '  [198] 

FATHER,  I  dare  believe 

Thee  merciful  and  true  , 
Thou  wilt  my  guilty  soul  forgive, 

My  fallen  soul  renew. 

2  Come  then,  for  Jesus'  sake. 
And  bid  my  heart  be  clean  : 

An  end  of  all  my  troubles  make, 
An  end  of  all  my  sin. 

3  I  cannot  wash  my  heart. 
But  by  believing  thee  ; 

And  waiting  for  thy  blood  t'  impart, 
The  spotless  purity. 


238  CHRISTIAN    PERFECTION. 

4  While  at  thy  cross  I  lie, 

Jesus,  the  grace  bestow  ; 
Now  thy  all-cleansing  blood  apply, 

And  I  am  white  as  snow. 

HYMN   367.     C.  P.  M.     [199] 

0  GLORIOUS  hope  of  perfect  love ! 
It  lifts  me  up  to  things  above  ; 

It  bears  on  eagles'  wings  ; 
It  gives  my  ravish'd  soul  a  taste, 
And  makes  me  for  some  moments  feast 

With  Jesus,  priests  and  kings. 

2  Rejoicing  now  in  earnest  hope, 

1  stand,  and  from  the  mountain  top, 

See  all  the  land  below : 
Rivers  of  milk  and  honey  rise, 
And  all  the  fruits  of  Paradise, 

In  endless  plenty  grow. 

3  A  land  of  corn,  and  wine,  and  oil, 
Favor'd  with  God's  peculiar  smile, 

With  every  blessing  blest ; 
There  dwells  the  Lord  our  Righteousness, 
And  keeps  his  own  in  perfect  peace. 

And  everlasting  rest. 

4  O  that  I  might  at  once  go  up ! 
No  more  on  this  side  Jordan  stop. 

But  now  the  land  possess ! 
This  moment  end  my  legal  years  ; 
Sorrows,  and  sins,  and  doubts,  and  fears, 

A  howling  wilderness. 

5  Now,  O  my  Joshua,  bring  me  in ! 
Cast  out  thy  foes  ;  the  inbred  sin. 

The  carnal  mind  remove  ; 
The  purchase  of  thy  death  divide ; 
And,  oh  !  with  all  the  sanctified, 

Give  me  a  lot  of  love ! 


CHRISTIAN    PERFECTION.  239 

HYMN  368.     C.  M. 

1  KNOW  that  my  Redeemer  lives, 

And  ever  prays  for  me  : 
A  token  of  his  love  he  gives, 
A  pledge  of  liberty. 

2  I  find  him  lifting  up  my  head, 
He  brings  salvation  near  ; 

His  presence  makes  me  free  indeed, 
And  he  will  soon  appear. 

3  He  wills  that  I  should  holy  be, 
What  can  withstand  his  will  1 

The  counsel  of  his  grace  in  me, 
He  surely  shall  fulfil. 

4  Jesus,  I  hang  upon  thy  word ; 
I  steadfastly  believe, 

Thou  wilt  return,  and  claim  me,  Lord, 
And  to  thyself  receive. 

5  Joyful  in  hope,  my  spirit  vsoars 
To  meet  thee  from  above ; 

Thy  goodness  thankfully  adores, 
And  sure  I  taste  thy  love. 

SECOND    PART. 

HYMN  369.     C.  M. 

THY  love  I  soon  expect  to  find, 

In  all  its  depths  and  height ; 
To  comprehend  th'  Eternal  Mind, 

And  grasp  the  Infinite. 

2  When  God  is  mine,  and  I  am  his. 
Of  paradise  possest, 

I  taste  unutterable  bliss. 
And  everlasting  rest. 

3  The  bliss  of  those  that  fully  dwell, 
Fully  in  thee  believe, 


240  CHRISTIAN    PERFECTION. 

Tis  more  than  angel  tongues  can  tell, 
Or  angel  minds  conceive. 

4  Thou  only  know'st  who  didst  obtain, 
And  die  to  make  it  known  ; 

The  great  salvation  now  explain. 
And  perfect  us  in  one. 

HYMN  370.     7s.     [201] 

LOVING  Jesus,  gentle  Lamb, 
In  thy  gracious  liands  I  am  ; 
Make  me,  Saviour,  what  thou  art, 
Live  thyself  within  my  heart. 

2  I  shall  then  show  forth  thy  praise, 
Serve  thee  all  my  happy  days, 
Then  the  world  shall  always  see, 
Christ  the  holy  child  in  me. 

HYMN  371.     C.  M.     [201] 

JESUS,  the  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way, 

In  whom  I  now  believe, 
As  taught  by  thee,  in  faith  I  pray. 

Expecting  to  receive. 

2  Thy  will  by  me  on  earth  be  done, 
As  by  the  powers  above, 

Who  always  see  thee  on  thy  throne, 
And  glory  in  thy  love. 

3  I  ask  in  confidence  the  grace. 
That  I  may  do  thy  will, 

As  angels,  who  behold  thy  face. 
And  all  thy  words  fulfil. 

4  Surely  I  shall,  the  sinner  I, 
Shall  serve  thee  without  fear, 

If  thou  my  nature  sanctify, 
In  answer  to  my  prayer. 


CHRISTIAN     PERFECTION. 


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HYMN  372.     C.  M.     [202] 

COME,  Lord,  and  claim  me  for  thine  own, 

And  reign  thyself  in  me  ; 
In  my  poor  heart  erect  thy  throne, 

And  make  me  truly  free, 

2  I  hate  my  sins,  no  longer  mine, 
For  I  renounce  them  too  : 

My  weakness  in  thy  strength  I  join, 
Thy  strength  shall  all  subdue. 

3  Thy  love  the  conquest  more  than  gains, 
To  all  I  shall  proclaim, 

Jesus,  the  King,  the  conqu'ror  reigns ; 
Bow  down  to  Jesus'  name. 

4  To  thee  shall  earth  and  hell  submit, 
And  every  foe  shall  fall, 

Till  death  expires  beneath  thy  feet, 
And  God  is  all  in  all. 

HYMN  373.     L.  M.     [202] 

WHAT  !  never  speak  one  evil  word  ? 

Or  rash,  or  idle,  or  unkind  ? 
O  how  shall  I,  most  gracious  Lord, 

This  mark  of  true  perfection  find  1 

2  Thy  sinless  mind  in  me  reveal ; 
Thy  Spirit's  plenitude  impart ; 

And  all  my  spotless  life  shall  tell, 
Th'  abundance  of  a  loving  heart. 

3  Saviour,  I  long  to  testify 

The  fulness  of  thy  saving  grace : 
Oh,  might  thy  Spir't  the  blood  apply, 
Which  bought  for  me  the  sacred  peace ! 

4  Forgive,  and  make  my  nature  whole  ; 
My  inbred  malady  remove  ; 

To  perfect  health  restore  my  soul, 

To  perfect  holiness  and  love. 
11 


242  CHRISTIAN     PERFECTlOi^, 

HYxMN  374.     L.  M.     [203] 

GOD  of  all  power,  and  truth  and  grace, 
Which  shall  from  age  to  age  endure  ; 

Whose  word,  when  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass, 
Remains  and  stands  forever  sure. 

2  That  I  thy  mercy  may  proclaim, 
That  all  mankind  thy  truth  may  see : 

Hallow  thy  great  and  glorious  name, 
And  perfect  holiness  in  me. 

3  Give  me  a  new,  a  perfect  heart, 
From  doubt,  and  fear,  and  sorrow  free ; 

The  mind  wdiich  was  in  Christ  impart. 
And  let  my  spirit  cleave  to  thee. 

4  O,  that  I  now,  from  sin  released, 
Thy  word  may  to  the  utmost  prove ! 

Enter  into  the  promis'd  rest, 

The  Canaan  of  thy  perfect  love. 

HYMN  375.     L.  M.     [204] 

O  JESUS,  let  thy  dying  cry 

Pierce  to  the  bottom  of  my  heart; 

Its  evils  cure,  its  wants  supply, 
And  bid  my  unbelief  depart. 

2  Slay  the  dire  root  and  seed  of  sin, 
Prepare  for  thee  the  holiest  place  1 

Then,  O  essential  Love,  come  in ! 

And  fill  thy  house  with  endless  praise. 

3  Let  me,  according  to  thy  word, 
A  tender,  contrite  heart  receive, 

Which  grieves  at  having  griev'd  its  Lord, 
And  never  can  itself  forgive. 

4  A  heart,  thy  joys  and  griefs  to  feel, 
A  heart  that  cannot  faithless  prove, 

A  heart  where  Christ  alone  may  dwell. 
All  praise,  all  meekness,  and  all  love. 


CHRISTIAN     PERFECTION.  243 

HYMN  370.     C.  M.     [204] 

O  JESUS  !  at  thy  feet  we  wait, 

Till  thou  shalt  bid  us  rise  ; 
Restor'd  to  our  uiisinning  state, 

To  love's  sweet  paradise. 

2  Sav  iour  from  sin,  we  thee  receive, 
From  all  indwelling  sin  ; 

Thy  blood,  we  steadfastly  l)elieve, 
Shall  make  us  thoroughly  clean. 

3  Since  thou  wouldst  have  us  free  from  sin, 
And  pure  as  those  above ; 

Make  haste  to  bring  thy  nature  in, 
And  perfect  us  in  love. 

4  O,  that  the  perfect  grace  were  given, 
Tliy  love  diffused  abroad  ! 

O,  that  our  hearts  were  all  a  heaven. 
For  ever  fill'd  with  God  ! 

HYMN  377.     L.  M.     [205] 

JESUS,  thy  loving  Spir't  alone, 

Can  lead  me  forth,  and  make  me  free ; 

Burst  every  bond  through  which  I  groan, 
And  set  my  heart  at  liberty. 

2  Now  let  thy  Spirit  bring  me  in. 
And  give  thy  servant  to  possess, 

The  land  of  rest  from  inbred  sin, 
The  land  of  perfect  holiness. 

3  Lord,  I  believe  thy  power  the  same, 
The  same  thy  grace  and  truth  endure ; 

And  in  thy  blessed  hands  I  am, 
And  trust  thee  for  a  perfect  cure. 

4  Come,  Saviour,  come,  and  make  me  whole ; 
Entirely  all  my  sins  remove  ! 

To  perfect  health  restore  my  soul, 
To  perfect  holiness  and  love. 


244  CHRISTIAN    PERFECTION. 

HYMN  378.     C.  M. 

WHAT  is  our  calling's  glorious  hope, 

But  inward  holiness? 
For  this  to  Jesus  I  look  up, 

I  calmly  wait  for  this. 

2  I  wait,  till  he  shall  touch  me  clean. 
Shall  life  and  power  impart, 

Give  me  the  faith  that  casts  out  sin, 
And  purifies  the  heart. 

3  This  is  the  dear  redeeming  grace, 
For  every  sinner  free  ; 

Surely  it  shall  on  me  take  place, 
The  chief  of  sinners,  me. 

4  When  Jesus  makes  my  heart  his  home 
My  sin  shall  all  depart ; 

And  lo  !  he  saith,  "  I  quickly  come. 
To  fill  and  rule  the  heart !" 

5  Be  it  according  to  thy  word. 
Redeem  me  from  all  sin  : 

My  heart  would  now  receive  thee,  Lord  ; 
Come  in,  my  Lord,  come  in  ! 

HYMN  379.     C.  M. 

JESUS,  my  Lord,  I  cry  to  thee. 
Against  the  spir't  unclean  : 

1  want  a  constant  liberty, 
A  perfect  rest  from  sin. 

2  Expel  the  fiend  out  of  my  heart. 
By  love's  almighty  power  ; 

Now,  now  command  him  to  depart. 
And  never  enter  more. 

3  Thy  killing  and  thy  quick'ning  power, 
Jesus,  in  me  display  ; 

The  life  of  nature,  from  this  hour. 
My  pride  and  passion  slay. 


CHRISTIAN    PERFECTION.  245 

4  Then,  then,  my  utmost  Saviour,  raise 
My  soul  with  saints  above, 

To  serve  thy  will,  and  spread  thy  praise, 
And  sing  thy  perfect  love. 

5  This  moment  I  thy  truth  confess  ; 
This  moment  I  receive 

The  heavenly  gift,  the  dew  of  grace, 
And  by  thy  mercy  live. 

6  The  next,  and  every  moment.  Lord, 
On  me  thy  spirit  pour  : 

And  bless  me,  who  believe  thy  word, 
With  that  last  glorious  shower  ! 

HYMN  380.     S.  M.     [207] 

O  COME,  and  dwell  in  me, 

Spirit  of  power  within  ; 
And  bring  the  glorious  liberty; 

From  sorrow,  fear  and  sin ! 

2  This  inward,  dire  disease. 
Spirit  of  health  remove  ; 

Spirit  of  finished  holiness, 
Spirit  of  perfect  love. 

3  Hasten  the  joyful  day 
Which  shall  my  sins  consume; 

When  old  things  shall  be  done  away, 
And  all  things  new  become. 

4  I  want  the  witness.  Lord, 
That  all  I  do  is  right ; 

According  to  thy  will  and  word, 
Well  pleasing  in  thy  sight. 

5  I  ask  no  higher  state  ; 
Indulge  me  but  in  this  ; 

And  soon  or  later  then  translate 
To  my  eternal  bliss. 


246  CHRIStlAN    PERFECTION. 

HYMN  381.     L.  M.     [203] 

COME,  O  thou  greater  than  our  heart. 

And  make  thy  faithful  mercies  known  ; 
The  mind  which  was  in  tliee  impart ; 

Thy  constant  mind  in  us  be  shown. 

2  O  let  us  by  thy  cross  abide  ; 
Thee,  only  thee,  resolv'd  to  know  ; 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  crucifi'd, 
A  world  to  save  from  endless  wo. 

3  Take  us  into  thy  people's  rest, 

And  we  from  our  own  works  shall  cease ; 
With  thy  meek  spirit  arm  our  breast, 
And  keep  our  minds  in  perfect  peace.   ^ 

4  Jesus,  for  this  we  calmly  wait ; 
O  let  our  eyes  behold  thee  near  I 

Hasten  to  make  our  heaven  complete ; 
Appear,  our  glorious  God,  appear  ! 

HYMN   382.     L.  M. 

THOU  God  that  answereth  by  fire, 
On  thee  in  Jesus'  name  we  call, 

Fulfil  our  faithful  hearts'  desire, 
And  let  us  on  thy  Spirit  fall. 

2  Bound  on  the  altar  of  thy  cross, 
Our  old  offending  nature  lies  ; 

Now,  for  the  honor  of  thy  cause, 
Come,  and  consume  the  sacrifice  ! 

3  Consume  our  lusts  as  rotten  wood, 
Consume  our  stony  hearts  witliin  ; 

Consume  the  dust, the  serpent's  food, 
And  dry  up  all  the  streams  of  sin. 

4  Its  body  totally  destroy ! 

Thyself  the  Lord,  the  God  approve  ! 
And  fill  our  hearts  with  holy  joy, 
And  fervent  zeal,  and  perfect  love. 


CHRISTIAN     rERFECTION.  247 

5  O  that  the  lire  from  heaven  miglit  fall! 

Our  sms  its  ready  victims  find : 
Seize  on  our  sins,  and  burn  up  all, 

Nor  leave  the  least  remains  behind. 

HYMx\  333.     C.  M.     [209] 

DEEPEN  the  wound  thy  hands  have  made 

In  this  weak,  helpless  soul ; 
Till  mercy  with  its  balmy  aid, 

Descend  to  make  me  whole, 

2  The  sharpness  of  thy  two-edg'd  sword, 
Enable  me  t'  endure  ; 

Till  bold  to  say,  My  hallowing  liOrd 
Hath  wrought  a  perfect  cure. 

3  I  see  th'  exceeding  broad  command, 
Which  cill  contains  in  one ; 

Enlarge  my  heart  to  understand 
The  mystery  unknown. 

4  O  that  with  all  thy  saints  I  might, 
By  sweet  experience,  prove 

What  is  the  length,  and  breadth,  and  height, 
And  depth  of  perfect  love! 

HYMN  384.     C.  M.     [310] 

COME,  O  my  God,  the  promise  seal. 

This  mountain  sin  remove  ! 
Nov/  in  my  waiting  soul  reveaJ 

The  virtue  of  thy  love. 

2  I  v\^ant  thy  life,  thy  purity, 
Thy  righteousness  brought  in  : 

I  ask,  desire,  and  trust  in  thee 
To  be  redeem' d  from  sin. 

3  For  this  as  taught  by  thee,  I  pray, 
And  can  no  longer  doubt ! 

Remove  from  hence,  to  sin  I  say, 
Be  cast  this  moment  out 


248  CHRISTIAN    PERFECTIOIV-, 

4  'Tis  done ;  thou  dost  this  moment  save, 

With  full  salvation  bless ; 
Redemption  through  thy  blood  I  have^ 

And  spotless  love  and  peace. 

HYxM?s  aS5.     L..  M. 

IF  now  I  have  acceptance  found 
With  thee,  or  flivor  in  thy  sight, 

Still  with  thy  grace  and  tmth  surround. 
And  arm  me  with  thy  Spirit's  might- 

2  O  may  I  hear  thy  w^arning  voice, 
And  timely  fly  from  danger  near. 

With  rev'rence  unto  thee  rejoice, 
And  love  thee  with  a  filial  fear  : 

3  Still  hold  my  soul  in  second  life, 
And  suffer  not  my  feet  to  slide : 

Support  me  in  the  gloriaus  strife, 
And  comfort  me  on  every  side. 

4  O  give  me  faith,  and  faith's  increase;, 
Finish  the  ^vork  begun  in  me, 

Preserve  jny  soul  in  perfect  peace^ 
And  let  me  always  rest  on  thee. 

5  O  let  thy  gracious  Spirit  guide 
And  bring  me  to  the  promis'd  land, 

Where  righteousness  and  peace  reside. 
And  all  submit  to  love's  command  I 

6  A  land  where  milk  and  honey  flow. 
And  springs  of  pure  delights  arise  ; 

Delights,  which  I  shall  shortly  know. 
When  I  regain  my  paradise. 

HYMN  386.    C.  M.     [211] 

WHEN  shall  I  see  the  welcome  hour. 

That  plants  my  God  in  me  1 
Spirit  of  health,  and  life  and  power. 

And  perfect  liberty. 


CHRISTIAN    TERFECTION.  249 

2  Love  only  can  the  conquest  win, 
The  strength  of  sin  subdue ; 

Come,  O  my  Saviour,  cast  out  sin, 
And  form  my  heart  anew  ! 

3  No  longer  then  my  heart  shall  mourn, 
While  sanctified  by  grace ; 

1  only  for  this  glory  burn, 

And  always  see  his  face. 

HYMN  387.     L.  M.    [211] 

LET  not  the  wise  their  wisdom  boast ; 

The  mighty  glory  in  his  might ; 
The  rich  in  flatt'ring  riches  trust, 

Which  take  their  everlasting  flight. 
The  rush  of  numerous  years  bear  down, 

The  most  gigantic  strength  of  man  ; 
And  where  is  all  his  wisdom  gone. 

When  dust  he  turns  to  dust  again  7 

2  One  only  gift  can  justify 

The  boasting  soul  that  knows  his  God  ; 
When  Jesus  doth  his  blood  apply, 

I  glory  in  his  sprinkled  blood. 
The  Lord  my  Righteousness  I  praise, 

I  triumph  in  the  love  divine  ; 
The  wisdom,  wealth,  and  strength  of  grace, 

In  Christ  to  endless  ages  mine. 

HYMN  388.     S.  M.     [212] 

LORD,  in  the  strength  of  grace, 

With  a  glad  heart  and  free, 
Myself,  my  residue  of  days. 

I  consecrate  to  thee. 

2  Thy  ransom'd  servant  I, 

Restore  to  thee  thine  own  ; 

And  from  this  moment  live  or  die, 

To  serve  my  God  alone. 
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250 


CHRISTIAN    PERFECTION. 


HYMN  389.     C.  M.     [212] 

FATHER,  into  thy  hands  alone 

I  have  my  all  restor'd  ; 
My  all,  thy  property  I  own : 

The  Steward  of  the  Lord. 

2  Hereafter  none  can  take  away 
My  life,  or  goods,  or  fame  ; 

Ready  at  thy  demand  to  lay 
Them  down,  I  always  am. 

3  Confiding  in  thy  love 
Through  Jesus  strength'ning  me, 

1  wait  thy  faithfulness  to  prove, 

And  give  hack  all  to  thee. 

4  Determin'd  all  thy  will  t'  obey, 
Thy  blessings  I  restore  ; 

Give,  Lord,  or  take  thy  gifts  away, 
I  praise  thee  evermore. 

HYMN  390.     C.  M. 

FATHER,  to  thee  my  soul  I  lift ; 

My  soul  on  thee  depends : 
Convinc'd  that  every  perfect  gift 

From  thee  alone  descends. 

2  Mercy  and  grace  are  thine  alone, 
And  power  and  wisdom  too  ; 

Without  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son, 
We  notliing  good  can  do. 

3  We  cannot  speak  one  useful  w^ord. 
One  holy  thought  conceive, 

Unless  in  answer  to  our  Lord, 
Thyself  the  blessing  give. 

4  His  blood  demands  the  purchas'd  grace, 
His  blood's  availing  plea, 

Obtain'd  the  help  for  all  our  race, 
And  sends  it  down  to  me. 


C'liEISTIAN     I'ERFECTION.  251 

5  Tliou  all  our  works  in  us  hast  wrought, 
Our  good  is  all  divine : 

The  praise  of  every  virtuous  thought, 
And  righteous  word,  is  thine. 

6  From  thee,  through  Jesus,  we  receive 
The  power  on  thee  to  call ; 

In  whom  we  are,  and  m.ove,  and  live, 
Our  God  is  all  in  all. 

HYMN  39L     L.  ^L     [852] 

WHO  shall  ascend  thy  heav'nly  place. 
Great  God  and  dwell  before  thy  face"? 
The  man  who  minds  religion  now, 
And  humbly  walks  with  God  below. 

2  Whose  hands  are  pure,  v/hose  heart  is  clean, 
Whose  lips  still  speak  the  things  they  mean ; 
No  slanders  dwell  upon  his  tangue  ,* 

He  hates  to  do  his  neighbour  wrong. 

3  Firm  to  his  word  he  ever  stood, 
And  always  makes  his  promise  good ; 
He  never  deals  in  bribing  gold. 

The  poor  oppressed  his  hands  uphold. 

4  He  loves  his  enemies,  and  prays 
For  those  who  curse  him  to  his  face  ; 
And  does  to  all  men  vStill  the  same. 
That  he  from  them  would  hope  or  claim. 

5  Yet  wdien  his  holiest  works  are  done. 
His  soul  depends  on  grace  alone  : — 
This  is  the  man  thy  face  shall  see, 
And  dwell  forever,  Lord,  with  Thee ! 

HYMN  392.  C.   M.     [327] 

HAPPY  the  heart  where  graces  reign, 

Where  love  inspires  the  breast: 
Love  is  the  brightest  of  the  train. 

And  perfects  all  the  rest. 


252  cnrKlSTZAN    PERFEeriON,. 

2  'Tis  love  tlmt  makes  our  cheerful  feet 
In  swift  obedience  move  i 

The  devils  know,  and  tremble  too ; 
But  Satan  cannot  love. 

3  This  is  the  grace  that  lives  and  sings. 
When  faith  and  hope  shall  cease  ; 

'Tis  this  shall  strike  our  joyful  strings 
In  the  sw^eet  realms  of  bliss. 

4  Before  w^e  quite  forsake  our  clay% 
Or  leave  this  daiic  abode, 

The  w^ngs  af  love  bear  us  away 
To  see  our  gracious  Gotl. 

HYMN  393.     L.  M.     [312] 

THE  earth  and  all  her  fulness  owns 
Jehovali  for  lier  sovereign  Lord  ; 

The  countless  myriads  of  her  sons 
Rose  into  being  at  his  w^ord. 

2  But  w^ho  shall  quit  this  low  abode, 
Who  shall  ascend  the  heavenly  place, 

And  stand  upon  the  mount  of  God, 
And  see  his  Maker  face  to  face? 

3  The  man  whose  hands  and  heart  are  clean. 
That  blessed  portion  shall  receive ; 

Whoe'er  by  grace  is  saved  from  sin, 
Hereafter  shall  in  glory  live. 

4  He  shall  obtain  the  starry  crown  ; 
And,  numbered  with  the  saints  above, 

The  God  of  his  salvation  own, 
The  God  of  his  salvation  love. 

HYMN  394.     L.  P.  M. 

NOW  I  have  found  the  ground  wherein 
Sure  my  soul's  anchor  may  remain, — 

The  w^ounds  of  Jesus,  for  my  sin. 
Before  the  w^orld's  foundation  slain ; 


CHRISTIAN    TERFECTION.  253 

Whose  mercy  shall  unshaken  stay, 
When  heaven  and  eartli  are  fled  away. 

2  Father  thine  everlasting  grace 
Our  scanty  thought  surpasses  far : 

Thy  heart  still  melts  with  tenderness  ; 

Thy  arms  of  love  still  open  are, 
Returning  sinners  to  receive, 
That  mercy  they  may  taste  and  live. 

3  O  love,  thou  bottomless  abyss ! 
My  sins  are  swallowed  up  in  thee ; 

Covered  is  my  unrighteousness. 

Nor  spot  of  guilt  remains  on  me, 
While  Jesus'  blood,  through  earth  and  skies 
"  Mercy,  free,  boundless  mercy  !"  cries. 

4  With  faith,  I  plunge  me  in  this  sea, 
Here  is  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest ; 

Hither,  wdien  hell  assails,  I  flee ; 

I  look  into  my  Saviour's  breast : 
Away,  sad  doubt,  and  anxious  fear ! 
Mercy  is  all  that's  written  there. 

HYMN  395.     C.  M. 

WHOM  Jesus'  blood  doth  sanctify, 

Need  neither  sin  nor  fear : 
Hid  in  our  Saviour's  hand  we  lie, 

And  laugh  at  danger  near; 
His  guardian  hand  doth  hold,  protect, 

And  save  by  ways  unknown, 
The  little  flock,  the  saints  elect, 

Who  trust  in  him  alone. 

2  Nor  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King,  to  thee — 

We  joyfully  submit; 
And  learn  in  meek  humility, 

Our  lesson  at  thy  feet : 
Spirit  and  life  thy  words  impart. 

And  blessings  from  above  ; 
And  drop,  in  every  listening  heart, 

The  manna  of  thy  love. 


254  PROSPECT    OF     HEAVEN. 

PROSPECT  OF  HEAVEN. 


HYMN  396.      8s.     [273] 

I  LONG  to  behold  him  array'd 
With  glory  and  light  from  above, 

The  King  in  his  beauty  display'd, 
His  beauty  of  holiest  love  : 

1  languish  and  sigh  to  be  there, 

Where  Jesus  hath  fix'd  his  abode ; 
O  when  shall  we  meet  in  the  air, 
And  fly  to  the  mountain  of  God  ! 

2  With  him  I  on  Zion  shall  stand, 
For  Jesus  hath  spoken  the  word ; 

The  breadth  of  Immanuel's  land 
Survey  by  tlie  Hglit  of  my  Lord  : 

But  when  on  thy  bosom  reclin'd. 
Thy  face  I  am  strengthened  to  see ; 

My  fulness  of  rapture  I  find, 
My  heaven  of  heavens,  in  thee. 

3  How  happy  the  people  that  dwell 
Secure  in  the  city  above ! 

No  pain  the  inhabitants  feel, 

No  sickness  or  sorrow  shall  prove : 

Physician  of  souls,  unto  me 
Forgiveness  and  holiness  give ; 

And  then  from  the  body  set  free, 
And  then  to  the  city  receive. 

HYMN  397.     C.   M.     [274] 

THERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
Where  saints  immortal  reign  ; 

Infinite  day  excludes  the  night. 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 


PROSPECT    OF    HEAVEN.  255 

2  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 
And  never- withering  flow^ers ; 

Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

3  Sweet  fields  beyond  the  swelling  flood, 
Stand  drest  in  living  green ; 

So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 
While  Jordan  rolFd  between. 

4  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 
And  view  the  landscape  o'er. 

Not  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death's  cold  flood, 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 

HYMN  398.     8s.     [275] 

AWAY  with  our  sorrow  and  fear, 

We  soon  shall  recover  our  home  ; 
The  city  of  saints  shall  appear ; 

The  day  of  eternity  come. 
From  earth  we  shall  quickly  remove, 

And  mount  to  our  native  abode ; 
The  house  of  our  Father  above. 

The  palace  of  angels  and  God. 

2  Our  mourning  is  all  at  an  end, 
When,  rais'd  by  the  life-giving  Word, 

We  see  the  new  city  descend, 
Adorn'd  as  a  bride  for  her  Lord : 

The  city  so  holy  and  clean, 

No  sorrow  can  breathe  in  the  air ; 

No  gloom  of  affliction  or  sin ; 
No  shadow  of  evil  is  there ! 

3  By  faith  we  already  behold, 
That  lovely  Jerusalem  here ; 

Her  walls  are  of  jasper  and  gold. 
As  crystal  her  buildings  are  clear : 

Immovably  founded  in  grace, 

She  stands,  as  she  ever  hath  stood, 

And  brightly  her  Builder  displays, 
And  flames  with  the  glory  of  God.j 


256  PROSPECT    OF    HEAVEN. 

4  No  need  of  the  sun  in  that  day, 
Which  never  is  foUow'd  by  night,- 

Where  Jesus'  beauties  display, 
A  pure  and  a  permanent  light : 

The  Lamb  is  their  light  and  their  sun, 
And,  lo !  by  reflection  they  shine ; 

With  Jesus  ineffably  one, 
And  bright  in  effulgence  divine ! 

5  The  saints  in  his  presence  receive 
Their  great  and  eternal  reward  ; 

In  Jesus,  in  heaven,  they  live  ; 

They  reign  in  the  smile  of  their  Lord ! 
The  flame  of  angelical  love, 

Is  kindled  at  Jesus'  face  ; 
And  all  the  enjoyment  above. 

Consists  in  the  rapturous  gaze ! 

HYMN  399.     S.  M.     [276] 

WE  i{:novv,  by  faith  we  know, 

If  this  vile  iiouse  of  clay, 
This  tabernacle  sink  below, 

In  ruinous  decay, 
We  have  a  house  above. 

Not  made  with  mortal  hands ; 
And  firm  as  our  Redeemer's  love, 

That  heavenly  fabric  stands. 

2  It  stands  securely  high, 
Indissolubly  sure ; 

Our  glorious  mansion  in  the  sky 

Shall  evermore  endure ; 
O  were  we  enter'd  there  ! 

To  perfect  heaven  restor'd ! 
O  were  we  all  caught  up  to  share 

The  triumph  of  our  Lord  ! 

3  For  this  in  faith  we  call ; 
For  this  we  weep  and  pray : 

O  might  the  tabernacle  fall ! 
O  might  we  'scape  away ! 


PROSPECT    OF    HEAVEN.  257 

4  Full  of  immortal  hope, 

We  urge  the  restless  strife  ; 
And  hasten  to  be  svvallow'd  up 

Of  everlasting  life. 

HYMN  400.     8s.     [277] 

THE  Church,  in  her  mihtant  state, 

Is  weary,  and  cannot  forbear; 
The  saints  in  an  agony  wait, 

To  see  Him  again  in  the  air ! 
The  Spirit  invites  in  the  Bride, 

Her  heavenly  Lord,  to  descend  ; 
And  place  her,  enthron'd  at  his  side, 

In  glory  that  never  shall  end. 

2  The  news  of  his  coming  I  hear, 

And  join  in  the  catholic  cry : 
O  Jesus,  in  triumph  appear : 

Appear  in  the  clouds  of  the  sky ! 
Whom  only  I  languish  to  love, 

In  fulness  of  majesty  come  ; 
And  give  me  a  mansion  above. 

And  take  to  my  heavenly  home ! 

HYMN  401.     7s.      [278] 

WHO  are  these  array'd  in  white, 

Brighter  than  the  noon-day  sun  7 
Foremost  of  the  sons  of  light ; 

Nearest  the  eternal  throne  ] 
These  are  they  that  bore  the  cross, 

Nobly  for  their  Master  stood  ; 
Sufferers  in  his  righteous  cause  ; 

Followers  of  Emmanuel  God. 

2  Out  of  great  distress  they  came  ; 

Wash'd  their  robes,  by  faith,  below, 
In  the  blood  of  yonder  Lamb — 

Blood  that  washes  white  as  snow ; 
Therefore  are  they  next  the  throne. 

Serve  their  Maker  day  and  night : 


258  PROSPECT    OF    HEAVEN. 

God  resides  among  his  own, 
God  doth  in  his  saints  delight. 

3  More  than  conquerors  at  last, 

Here  they  find  their  trials  o'er  ; 
They  have  all  their  sufferings  past, 

Hunger  now  and  thirst  no  more ; 
No  excessive  heat  they  feel 

From  the  sun's  directer  ray  ; 
In  a  milder  clime  they  dwell, 

Region  of  eternal  day. 

HYMN  402.     C.  M.     [279] 

ON  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 

And  cast  a  wishful  eye, 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 

Where  my  possessions  lie. 

2  O  the  transporting,  rapt'rous  scene, 
That  rises  to  my  sight! 

Sweet  fields  array'd  in  living  green, 
And  rivers  of  delight ! 

3  There  gen'rous  fruits  that  never  fail, 
On  trees  immortal  grow  : 

There  rocks,  and  hills,  and  brooks,  and  vale. 
With  milk  and  honey  How. 

4  O'er  all  those  wide  extended  plains, 
Shines  one  eternal  day  ; 

There  God  the  Son  for  ever  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  away. 

5  No  chilling  winds  nor  pois'nous  breath, 
Can  reach  that  healthful  shore  ; 

Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 
Are  felt  and  fear'd  no  more. 

6  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 
And  be  for  ever  blest ! 

When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 
And  in  his  bosom  rest ! 


PRO.^PECT     OF    HEAVEN.  259 

7  Fill'd  with  delight,  my  raptur'd  soul, 
Would  here  no  longer  stay  ! 

Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll, 
Fearless  I'd  launch  away. 

8  There  on  those  high  and  flowery  plains, 
Our  spirits  ne'er  shall  tire ; 

But  in  perpetual  joyful  strains, 
Redeeming  love  admire. 

HYMN  403.     L.  M.     [487] 

WE'VE  no  abiding  city  here, 

We  seek  a  land  beyond  our  sight ; 

Zion  its  name — the  Lord  is  there ; 
It  shines  with  everlasting  light. 

2  O,  sweet  abode  of  peace  and  love, 
Where  pilgrims  freed  from  toil  are  blest 

Had  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
I'd  fly  to  thee — and  be  at  rest. 

3  But  hush,  my  soul,  nor  dare  repine  ! 
The  time  thy  God  appoints  is  best : 

While  here,  to  do  his  will  be  mine, 
And  his  to  fix  my  time  of  rest. 

HYMN  404.     C.  M. 

WHEN  floating  on  life's  troubled  sea, 

By  storms  and  tempests  driven, 
Hope,  with  her  radiant  finger,  points 

To  brigliter  scenes  in  heaven. 

2  She  bids  the  storms  of  life  to  cease, 
The  troubled  breast  be  calm ; 

And  in  the  wounded  heart  she  pours 
Religion's  healing  balm. 

3  Her  hallowed  influence  cheers  life's  hours. 
Of  sadness  and  of  gloom; 

She  guides  us  through  this  vale  of  tears, 
To  joys  beyond  the  tomb. 


260  PROSPECT    OF    HEAVEN. 

4  And  when  our  fleeting  days  are  o'er, 
And  life's  last  hour  draws  near, 

With  still  unwearied  wing  she  hastes 
To  wipe  the  falling  tear. 

5  She  bids  the  anguished  heart  rejoice  : 
Though  earthly  ties  are  riven, 

We  still  may  hope  to  meet  again, 
In  yonder  peaceful  heaven. 

HYMN   405.     L.  M. 

WHILE  on  the  verge  of  life  I  stand, 
And  view  the  scenes  on  either  hand, 
My  spirit  struggles  with  ray  clay, 
And  longs  to  wing  its  flight  away. 

2  Come,  ye  angelic  guardians,  come, 
And  lead  the  willing  pilgrim  home ; 
Ye  know  the  way  to  Jesus'  throne, 
Source  of  my  joys  and  of  your  own. 

3  The  blissful  interview,  how  sweet, 
To  fall  transported  at  his  feet ; 
Rais'd  in  his  arms  to  view  his  face, 

1  hrough  the  full  beamings  of  his  grace. 

4  Yet,  with  these  prospects  full  in  sight, 
I'll  wait  thy  signal  for  my  flight ; 

For  while  thy  service  I  pursue, 

1  find  my  heaven  begun  below. 

HYMN  406.     C.  M.     [833] 

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  mourners  here  below, 
And  pour'd  out  cries  and  tears  ; 

They  wrestled  hard,  as  we  do  now, 
With  sins,  and  doubts,  and  fears. 


PROSPECT    OF    HEAVEN.  261 

3  I  ask  them  whence  their  victory  came  : 
They  with  united  breath, 

Ascribe  their  conquest  to  the  Lamb, 
Their  triumph  to  his  death. 

4  They  mark'd  the  footsteps  that  he  trod, 
His  zeal  inspired  their  breast ; 

And  following  their  incarnate  God, 
Possess  the  promised  rest. 

HYMN  407.     C.  M.     [352] 

WHO  shall  inhabit  in  thy  hill, 

O  God  of  holiness  ? 
Whom  will  the  Lord  admit  to  dwell, 

Where  saints  his  name  confess  7 

2  The  man  who  walks  in  pious  ways, 
And  works  with  pious  hands ; 

Who  on  his  Maker's  promise  stays. 
And  follows  his  commands. 

3  He  speaks  the  thing  his  heart  conceives, 
Nor  slanders  with  his  tongue  ; 

An  ill  report  he  scarce  believes. 
Nor  does  his  neighbor  wrong. 

4  No  wealthy  sinner  he  reveres  ; 
Loves  all  who  fear  the  Lord  ; 

And  though  to  his  own  hurt  he  swears, 
Still  he  performs  his  word. 

5  His  hands  a  golden  bribe  repel. 
And  never  gripe  the  poor : 

This  man  wth  God  on  earth  shall  dwell, 
And  find  his  heav'n  secure. 

HYMN  408.     L.  M.     [487] 

ARISE  my  soul !  on  wings  sublime. 
Above  the  vanities  of  time  ; 
Remove  the  parting  veil,  and  see 
The  glories  of  eternity  ! 


262  PROSPECT    OF    HEAVEN. 

2  Born  by  a  new,  celestial  birth, 
Why  should  I  grovel  here  on  earth  7 
Why  grasp  at  vain  and  fleeting  toys, 
So  near  to  heaven's  eternal  joys  ? 

3  Shall  aught  beguile  me  on  the  road, 
While  I  am  walking  back  to  God  ? 
Or  can  I  love  this  earth  so  well 

As  not  to  long  with  God  to  dwell  1 

4  To  dwell  with  God  !  to  taste  his  love, 
Is  the  full  heaven  enjoyed  above ; 

The  glorious  expectation  now. 
Is  heavenly  bliss  begun  below. 

HYMN  409.     C.  M.     [280] 

COURAGE,  my  soul,  thy  bitter  cross, 

In  every  trial  here, 
Shall  bear  thee  to  thy  heaven  above, 

But  shall  not  enter  there. 
The  sighhig  ones  that  humbly  seek 

In  sorrowing  paths  below, 
Shall  in  eternity  rejoice, 

Where  endless  comforts  flow, 

2  Soon  will  the  toilsome  strife  be  o'er, 
Of  sublunary  care, 

And  life's  dull  vanities  no  more 

This  anxious  breast  ensnare. 
Courage,  my  soul,  on  God  rely, 

Deliv'rance  soon  will  come ; 
A  thousand  ways  has  Providence 

To  bring  believers  home. 

3  Ere  first  I  drew  this  vital  breath. 
From  natm'e's  prison  free, 

Crosses  in  number,  measure,  weight. 

Were  written,  Lord,  for  me : 
But  thou,  my  shepherd,  friend  and  guide, 

Hast  led  me  kindly  on, 
Tauglit  me  to  rest  my  fainting  head 

On  Christ,  the  corner  stone. 


PROSPECT    OF    HEAVEN.  263 

HYMN   410.     C.  p.  M.     [281j 

HOW  happy  is  the  pilgrims  lot ; 
How  free  from  every  anxious  thought, 

From  worldly  hope  and  fear ! 
Confin'd  to  neither  court  nor  cell, 
His  soul  disdains  on  earth  to  dwell, 

He  only  sojourns  here. 

2  This  happiness  in  part  is  mine, 
Already  sav'd  from  low  design, 

From  every  creature  love  ! 
Bless'd  with  the  scorn  of  finite  good, 
My  soul  is  hghten'd  of  its  load. 

And  seeks  the  things  above. 

3  Nothing  on  earth  I  call  my  own ; 
A  stranger  to  the  w^orld  unknown, 

I  all  their  goods  despise ; 
I  trample  on  their  whole  delight. 
And  seek  a  city  out  of  sight, 

A  city  in  the  skies. 

4  There  is  my  house  and  portion  fair ; 
My  treasure  and  my  heart  are  there, 

And  my  abiding  home : 
For  me  my  elder  brethren  stay, 
And  angels  beckon  me  away, 

And  Jesus  bids  me  come  ! 

5  I  come,  thy  servant,  Lord,  replies ; 
I  come  to  meet  thee  in  the  skies  ; 

And  claim  my  heavenly  rest ! 
Now  let  the  pilgrim's  journey  end; 
Now,  O  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 

Receive  me  to  thy  breast ! 

HYMN  411.     7s. 

WHO  are  these  in  bright  array  7 

This  innumerable  throng, 
Round  the  altar  night  and  day 

Tuning  their  triumphant  song '] — 


264  FORMAL    RELIGION 

*'  Worthy  is  the  Lamb,  once  slain, 
Blessing,  honor,  glory,  power, 

Wisdom,  riches  to  obtain, 
New  dominion  every  hour." 

2  These  through  hery  trials  trod, 
These  from  great  affliction  came : 

Now,  before  the  throne  of  God, 
Sealed  with  his  eternal  name ; 

Clad  in  raiment  pure  and  w^hite, 
Victor  palms  in  every  hand  ; 

Through  their  great  Redeemer's  might 
More  than  conquerors  they  stand. 

3  Hunger,  thirst,  disease  unknown, 
On  immortal  fruits  they  feed ; 

Them  the  Lamb  amidst  the  throne 
Shall  to  living  fountains  lead; 

Joy  and  gladness  banish  sighs. 
Perfect  love  dispels  their  fears ; 

And  for  ever  from  their  eyes 

God  shall  w  ipe  away  their  tears. 


FORMAL  RELIGION. 


HYMN  412.     S.  M.     [177] 

MY  gracious,  loving  Lord 

To  tiiee  what  shall  I  say  7 
Well  may  I  tremble  at  thy  w^ord, 

And  scarce  presume  to  pray  ! 
Ten  thousand  wants  have  I ; 

Alas  !  I  all  things  want ! 
But  thou  hast  bid  me  always  cry, 

And  never,  never  faint. 


FORMAL     RELIGION.  265 

2  Yet,  Lord,  well  might  I  fear 
Fear  e'en  to  ask  thy  grace ; 

So  oft  liave  I,  alas !  drawn  near, 

And  mock'd  thee  to  thy  face : 
With  all  pollutions  stain'd. 

Thy  hallow'd  courts  I  trod  • 
Thy  name  and  temple  I  profan'd, 

And  dared  to  call  thee  God. 

3  Nigh  with  my  lips  I  drew ; 
My  lips  were  all  unclean : 

Thee  with  my  heart  I  never  knew ; 

My  heart  was  full  of  sin : 
Far  from  the  living  Lord, 

As  far  as  hell  from  heaven ; 
Thy  purity  I  still  abhorr'd, 

Nor  look'd  to  be  forgiven, 

4  My  nature  I  obey'd; 

My  own  desires  pursu'd ; 
And  still  a  den  of  thieves  I  made 

The  liallow'd  house  of  God  : 
The  worship  he  approves, 

To  him  I  would  not  pay ; 
My  selfish  ends,  and  creature  loves, 

Had  stole  my  heart  away. 

HYMN  413.     C.  M.     [178] 

LONG  have  I  seem'd  to  serve  thee,  Lord, 

With  unavailing  pain ; 
Fasted,  and  prayed,  and  read  thy  word, 

And  heard  it  preached  in  vain. 

2  Oft  did  I  with  th'  assembly  join, 
And  near  the  altar  drew ; 

A  form  of  godliness  was  mine, 
The  power  I  never  knew. 

3  I  rested  in  the  outward  law, 
Nor  knew  its  deep  design : 

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266  FORMAL    RELIGION". 

The  length  and  breadth  I  never  saw, 
And  height  of  love  divine. 

4  To  please  thee  thus,  at  length  I  see, 
Vainly  I  hoped  and  strove ; 

For  what  are  outward  things  to  thee, 
Unless  they  spring  from  love  1 

5  I  see  the  perfect  law  requires 
Truth  in  the  inward  parts ; 

Our  full  consent,  our  whole  desires, 
Our  undivided  hearts. 

HYMN  414.    CM.     [179] 

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  reveal'd, 
His  praises  tuned  my  tongue ; 

And  when  the  evening  shades  prevail'd. 
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  caird  each  promise  mine. 

4  But  now — when  ev'ning  shade  prevails, 
My  soul  in  darkness  mourns ; 

And  when  the  morn  the  liglit  reveals, 
No  light  to  me  returns. 

5  My  prayers  are  now  a  chatt'ring  noise. 
For  Jesus  hides  his  face  ; 

I  read — the  promise  meets  my  eyes — 
But  will  not  reach  my  case. 

6  Rise,  Lord,  and  help  me  to  prevail ; 
O  make  my  soul  thy  care ; 

I  know  thy  mercy  cannot  fail — 
Let  me  that  mercy  share. 


BACKSLIDING.  267 

HYMN  415.   L.  M.     [180] 

RAISE,  thoughtless  sinner,  raise  thine  eye ; 
Behold  God's  balance  lifted  high ! 
There  shall  his  justice  be  display'd, 
And  there  thy  hope  and  life  be  weigh'd. 

2  See  in  one  scale  his  perfect  law ; 
Mark  with  what  force  its  precepts  draw ! 
Wouldst  thou  the  awful  test  sustain  ? 

Thy  works  how  light !  thy  thoughts  how  vain ! 

3  Behold,  the  hand  of  God  appears, 
To  trace  those  dreadful  characters ; 

'*  Tekel — thy  soul  is  wanting  found, 

And  wrath  shall  smite  thee  to  the  ground." 

4  One  only  hope  may  yet  prevail — 
Christ  has  a  weight  to  turn  the  scale : 
Still  does  the  gospel  publish  peace, 
And  show  a  Saviour's  righteouvsness. 


BACKSLIDING. 


HYMN  416.     P.  M.     [181] 

AH !  where  am  I  now ! 
When  was  it,  or  how. 
That  I  fell  from  my  heaven  of  grace  ? 
I  am  brought  into  thrall ; 

1  am  stript  of  my  all ; 

I  am  banish'd  from  Jesus'  face ! 

2  Hardly  yet  do  I  know 
How  I  let  my  Lord  go, 


268  BACKSLIDING. 

So  insensibly  starting  aside — 

When  tlie  tempter  came  in, 

Witli  his  own  subtle  sin, 
And  infected  my  spirit  with  pride, 

3  Only  pride  could  destroy 
That  innocent  joy, 

And  make  my  Redeemer  depart : 
But  w  hate'er  was  the  cause, 
I  lament  the  sad  loss. 

For  the  veil  is  come  over  my  heart, 

4  Nothing  now  can  relieve  ; 
Without  comfort  I  grieve ; 

I  have  lost  all  my  peace  and  my  power ; 

No  access  do  I  lind 

To  the  Friend  of  mankind  : 
I  can  ask  for  his  mercy  no  more, 

5  Tongue  cannot  declare 
The  torment  I  bear, 

While  no  end  of  my  troubles  I  see ; 

Only  Adam  could  tell 

On  the  day  that  he  fell, 
And  was  turned  out  of  Eden  like  me, 

6  I  never  shall  rise 
To  my  first  paradise. 

Or  come  my  Redeemer  to  see ; 

But  I  feel  a  faint  hope. 

That  at  last  he  will  stoop, 
And  his  pity  shall  bring  him  to  me. 

HYMN  417.     8s.     [182] 

HOW  shall  a  lost  sinner  in  pain, 

Recover  his  forfeited  peace  1 
When  brought  into  bondage  again, 

W  hat  hope  of  a  .second  release  1 
Will  mercy  itself  be  so  kind. 

To  spare  such  a  rebel  as  me  7 
And  O,  can  I  possibly  find, 

Such  plenteous  redemption  in  thee  ? 


BACKSLlDINa.  269 

2  O  Jesus,  of  thee  I  inquire. 
If  still  thou  art  able  to  save, 

The  brand  to  pluck  out  of  the  fire, 
And  ransom  my  soul  from  the  grave ; 

The  help  of  thy  Spirit  restore, 
And  show  me  the  life-giving  blood : 

And  pardon  a  sinner  once  more, 
And  bring  me  again  unto  God. 

3  O  Jesus,  in  pity  draw  near ; 
Come  quickly  to  help  a  lost  soul ; 

To  comfort  a  mourner  appear, 

And  make  a  poor  Lazarus  whole : 

The  balm  of  thy  mercy  apply, 

Tliou  seest  the  sore  anguish  I  feel ; 

Save,  Lord,  or  I  perish,  I  die — 
O  save,  or  I  sink  into  hell  I 

4  I  sink,  if  thou  longer  delay 
Thy  pardoning  mercy  to  show ; 

Come  quickly,  and  kindly  display 
The  power  of  thy  passion  below ; 

By  all  thou  hast  done  for  my  sake, 
One  drop  of  thy  blood  I  implore ; 

Now,  now  let  it  touch  me,  and  make 
The  sinner  a  sinner  no  more. 

HYMN  418.     L.  M.     [183] 
AH  !  Lord,  with  trembling  I  confess, 
A  gracious  soul  may  fall  from  grace : 
The  salt  may  lose  its  seasoning  power, 
And  never,  never  find  it  more  ! 

2  Lest  that  my  fearful  case  should  be. 
Each  moment  knit  my  soul  to  thee : 
And  lead  me  to  the  mount  above, 
Through  the  low  vale  of  humble  love. 

HYMN  419.     C.  M. 

O  THAT  I  were  as  heretofore ! 
When,  warm  in  my  first  love, 


270  BACKSLIDING. 

1  only  liv'd  my  God  f  adore, 

And  seek  the  things  above  ! 

2  Upon  my  head  his  candle  shone, 
And  lavish  of  his  grace, 

With  cords  of  love  he  drew  me  on, 
And  half  unveil'd  his  face. 

3  Far,  far  above  all  earthly  things, 
Triumphantly  I  rode; 

1  soar'd  to  heaven  on  eagles'  wings, 

And  found  and  talk'd  with  God. 

4  Where  am  I  now  ?  from  what  a  height 
Of  happiness  cast  down  ! 

The  glory  swallow'd  up  in  night. 
And  faded  is  the  crown. 

5  O  God,  thou  art  my  home,  my  rest, 
For  which  I  sigh  in  pain ! 

How  shall  I  'scape  into  thy  breast, 
My  Eden  now  regain  ? 

HYMN  420.     C.  M.     [184] 

0  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  enjoy'd  ; 
How  sweet  their  memory  still ! 

But  they  have  left  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return,  O  holy  Dove,  return. 
Sweet  messenger  of  rest ! 

1  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 

And  drove  thee  from  m    breast. 


BACKSLIDING.  271 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 
Whate'er  that  idol  be, 

Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee. 

6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  -God ; 
Calm  and  serene  my  frame ; 

So  pm'er  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

HYMN  421.     7s, 

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  provok'd  him  to  his  face ; 
Would  not  hearken  to  his  calls, 
Griev'd  him  by  a  thousand  falls. 

3  Kindled  his  relentings  are, 
Me  he  now  delights  to  spare ; 
Cries,  "  How  shall  I  give  thee  up  T 
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  answer  from  above, 
Is  not  all  thy  nature  love  1 
Wilt  thou  not  the  wrong  forget  1 
Suifer  me  to  kiss  thy  feet  1 

6  Now  incline  me  to  repent ! 
Let  me  now  my  fall  lament! 
Now  my  foul  revolt  deplore ! 
Weep,  believe,  and  sin  no  mora 


272  BACKSlAHmG. 

HYMN  422.     L.  M.    [186] 

SAVIOUR,  I  now  with  shame  confess 
My  thii*st  for  creature  happiness 
By  base  desires  I  wrong'd  thy  love, 
And  forc'd  thy  mercy  to  remove. 

2  Yet  would  I  not  regard  thy  stroke, 
But  when  thou  didst  thy  grace  revoke. 
And  when  thou  didst  thy  face  conceal. 
Thy  absence  I  reRis'd  to  feeL 

3  I  knew  not  that  the  Lord  was  gone^ 
In  my  own  froward  will  went  on : 

1  liv^d  to  the  desires  of  men, 

And  thou  hast  all  my  wand'rings  seen. 

4  Yet,  O  the  riches  of  thy  grace  1 
Thou,  who  hast  seen  my  evil  ways, 
Wilt  freely  my  backshdings  heal, 
And  pardon  en  my  conscience  seal. 

TIYMN  423.     C.  M.     [186^] 

O  WHY  did  I  my  Saviour  leave ! 

So  soon  unfaithful  prove  i 
How  could  I  thy  good  Spirit  grieve^ 

And  sin  against  thy  love  1 

2  I  forc'd  thee  first  to  disappear, 
I  turn'd  thy  face  aside  : 

All,  Lord !  if  thou  hadst  still  been  here. 
Thy  servant  had  not  died. 

3  But  oh,  now  soon  thy  wrath  is  o'er, 
And  pard'ning  love  takes  place  ! 

Assist  me,  Saviour,  to  adore 
The  riches  of  thy  grace. 

4  My  humbled  soul,  when  thou  art  near. 
In  dust  and  ashes  lies  : 

How  shall  a  sinful  worm  appear. 
Or  meet  thy  purer  eyes  ^ 


BACKSLIDING.  273 

5  I  loathe  myself  when  God  I  see, 

And  into  nothmg  fall 
Content  if  thou  exalted  be, 

And  Christ  be  All  in  All. 

HYMN  424.     S.  M. 

O  JESUS  !  full  of  grace, 

To  thee  I  make  my  moan  ; 
Let  me  again  behold  thy  face — 

Call  home  thy  banish' d  one. 

2  Again  my  pardon  seal, 
Again  my  soul  restore ; 

And  freely  my  backslidings  heal, 
And  bid  me  sin  no  more. 

3  Wilt  thou  not  bid  me  rise  7 
Speak,  and  my  soul  shall  live ; 

Forgive,  my  gasping  spirit  cries, 
Abundantly  forgive. 

4  For  thine  own  mercy's  sake 
Relieve  my  wretchedness  ; 

And  O  my  pardon  give  me  back, 
And  give  me  back  my  peace  ! 

5  Again  thy  love  reveal ; 
Restore  that  inward  heaven  : 

0  grant  me  once  again  to  feel, 
Through  faith,  my  sins  forgiven. 

6  Thy  utmost  mercy  show ; 
Say  to  my  drooping  soul, 

In  peace  and  full  assurance  go, 
Thy  faith  hath  made  thee  w^hole. 

HYMN  425.     L.  M. 

1  LEFT  the  God  of  truth  and  light, 
I  left  the  God  who  gave  me  breath, 

To  wander  in  the  wilds  of  night, 
And  perish  in  the  snares  of  death. 


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274  THE    CHURCH. 

2  Sweet  was  his  service,  and  iiis  yoke 
Was  light  and  easy  to  be  borne  ; 

Through  all  liis  bonds  of  love  I  broke, 
.  I  cast  away  his  gifts  with  scorn. 

3  I  dreamed  of  bliss  in  pleasure's  bowers  ; 
While  pillowing  roses  stayed  my  head  ; 

But  serpents  hissed  among  the  flowers ; 
I  woke,  and  thorns  were  all  my  bed. 

4  In  riches  when  I  sought  for  joy, 
And  placed  in  sordid  gains  my  trust, 

1  found  that  gold  was  all  alloy, 

And  worldly  treasure  fleeting  dust. 

5  Heart-broken,  friendless,  poor,  cast  down, 
Where  shall  the  chief  of  sinners  fly"? 

Almighty  vengeance,  from  thy  frown  1 
Eternal  justice  from  thine  eye  1 

6  Prostrate  before  the  mercy-seat, 
I  dare  not  if  I  would  despair  ; 

None  ever  perished  at  thy  feet, 
And  I  will  lie  for  ever  there. 


THE  CHURCH. 


HYMN  426.     C.  M.     [389] 

WITH  stately  tow'rs  and  bulwarks  strong 

Unrivall'd  and  alone, 
Lov'd  theme  of  many  a  sacred  song, 

God's  holy  city  shone. 

2  Thus  fair  was  Zion's  chosen  seat, 

The  glory  of  all  lands ; 
Yet  fairer,  and  in  strength  complete, 

The  christian  temple  stands  ! 


THE  'CHURril.  275 

3  The  faithful  of  each  clime  and  age, 
This  glorious  church  compose  ; 

Built  on  a  rock,  with  idle  rage 
The  threatening  tempest  blows. 

4  In  vain  may  hostile  bands  alarm, 
For  God  is  her  defence  ; 

How  weak,  how  pow'rless  each  arm, 
Against  Omnipotence ! 

HYMN  427.     L.  M.     [306] 

THUS  saith  the  Lord !    Who  seek  the  Lamb, 

Who  follow  after  righteousness, 
Look  to  the  Rock  from  whence  ye  came, 

The  Father  of  the  faithful  race. 

2  Children  of  faithful  Abraham,  these, 
Who  dare  expect  salvation  here  : 

The  Lord  shall  give  them  gospel  peace, 
And  all  his  hopeless  mourners  cheer : 

3  Shall  soon  his  fallen  Zion  raise, 
Her  w  aste  and  des'late  places  build ; 

Pour  out  the  Spirit  of  his  grace. 

And  make  her  wilds  a  fruitful  field. 

4  The  barren  souls  shall  be  restored  ; 
The  desert  all  renew'd  shall  rise ; 

Bloom  as  the  garden  of  the  Lord, 
A  fair  terrestrial  paradise. 

HYMN  428.     S.  M.     [489]  >v 

HOW  honored  is  the  place, 

Where  we  adoring  stand  ; 
Zion,  the  glory  of  the  earth, 

And  beauty  of  the  laud  ! 

2  Bulwarks  of  grace  defend 
The  city  where  we  dwell ; 


276  TIIE    crruRCK. 

While  walls,  of  strong  salvation  made. 
Defy  the  assaults  of  hell. 

3  Lift  up  th'  eternal  gates^ 
The  doors  wide  open  fling; 

Enter,  ye  nations  that  obey 
The  statutes  of  Your  King. 

4  Here  taste  unmingled  joys, 
And  live  in  perfect  peace  — ■ 

You  that  have  known  Jehovah's  name. 
And  ventured  on  his  grace. 

HYMN   120.     as,  7s  &  4s.     [420] 

ON  the  raountain  top  appearing, 

Lo !  the  sacred  herald  stands, 
Welcome  news  to  Zioii  bearing — 

Zion  long  in  hostile  lands : 
Mourning  captive, 

God  himself  will  lose  tliy  bands, 

2  Has  thy  night  been  long  and  mournful  ? 
Have  thy  friends  unfaithful  proved  ! 

Have  thy  foes  been  proud  and  scornful, 
By  thy  sighs  and  tears  unmoved  ] 

Ceavse  thy  mourning 
Zion  still  is  well  beloved. 

3  God,  thy  God,  will  now  restore  thee : 
He  himself  appears  thy  Friend  ; 

All  thy  foes  shall  flee  before  thee  ; 
Here  thy  lx>asts  and  triumphs  end  : 

Great  deliverance 
Zion's  King  will  surely  send. 

4  Peace  and  joy  shall  now  attend  thee ; 
All  thy  w^arfare  now  be  past ; 

God  thy  Saviour  will  defend  thee ; 
Victory  is  thine  at  last : 
All  thy  conflicts 
End  in  everlasting  rest. 


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HYMN  430.     S.  P.  M.     [449] 

HOW  pleased  and  blest  was  I 

To  hear  the  people  cry, 
"  Come,  let  us  seek  our  God  to  day !" 

Yes,  with  a  cheerful  zeal, 

We  haste  to  Z ion's  hill ; 
And  there  our  vows  and  honors  pay. 

2  Zion,  thrice  happy  place, 
Adorned  with  wond  'rous  grace. 

And  walls  of  strength  embrace  thee  round : 

In  thee  our  tribes  appear, 

To  pray,  and  praise,  and  hear 
The  sacred  gospel's  joyful  sound. 

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

He  sits  for  grace  and  judgment  here  ! 

He  bids  the  saints  be  glad. 

He  makes  the  sinner  sad. 
And  humble  souls  rejoice  with  fear. 

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

To  bless  the  soul  of  every  guest : 

The  man  who  seeks  thy  peace, 

And  wishes  thine  increase, 
A  thousand  blessings  on  him  rest ! 

5  My  tongue  repeat  her  vows, 

"  Peace  to  this  sacred  house!" 
For  here  my  friends  and  kindred  dwell: 

And  since  my  glorious  God 

Makes  thee  his  blest  abode, 
My  soul  shall  ever  love  thee  well 

HYMN  431.     C.  M.     [361] 

MY  soul,  how  lovely  is  the  place 

To  which  thy  God  resorts  ! 
'Tis  heaven  to  see  his  smiling  face, 

Though  in  his  earthly  courts. 


278  •  THE    CHURCH. 

2  There  the  great  Monarch  of  the  skies, 
His  saving  power  displays  : 

And  light  breaks  in  upon  our  eyes, 
With  kind  and  quickening  rays. 

3  With  his  rich  gifts  the  heavenly  Dove 
Descends  and  fills  the  place  ; 

While  Christ  reveals  his  wondrous  love, 
And  sheds  abroad  his  grace. 

4  There,  mighty  God,  thy  words  declare 
The  secrets  of  thy  will ; 

And  still  Ave  seek  thy  mercy  there. 
And  sing  thy  praises  still. 

HYxMN   432.     C.  M.     [453] 

0  'TWAS  a  joyful  sound  to  hear 
Our  tribes  devoutly  say, 

"  Up,  Israel ;  to  the  temple  haste, 
And  keep  your  festal  day  !" 

2  At  Salem's  courts  we  must  appear, 
With  our  assembled  powers. 

In  strong  and  beauteous  order  ranged, 
Like  her  united  towers. 

3  O  pray  we  then  for  Salem's  peace— 
For  they  shall  prosperous  be. 

Thou  holy  city  of  our  God, 
Who  bear  true  love  to  thee. 

4  May  peace  within  thy  sacred  walls 
A  constant  guest  be  found ; 

With  plenty  and  prosperity 
Thy  palaces  be  crowned. 

HYMN   433.     C.  M.     [357] 

1  LOVE  to  see  the  lord  below ; 
His  church  displays  his  grace  ; 

But  upper  worlds  his  glory  know, 
And  view  him  face  to  face. 


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2  I  love  to  meet  him  in  his   court, 
And  taste  his  heavenly  love  ; 

But  still  his  visits  seem  too  short, 
Or  I  too  soon  remove. 

3  He  shines,  and  I  am  all  delight ; 
He  hides,  and  all  is  pain : 

When  will  he  fix  me  in  his  sight, 
And  ne'er  depart  again  ? 

4  O  Lord,  I  love  thy  service  now ; 
Thy  church  displays  thy  power ; 

But  soon  in  heaven  I  hope  to  bow, 
And  praise  thee  evermore. 

HYMN  484.     L.  M.     [357] 

HOW  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair, 
O  Lord  of  Hosts,  thy  dwellings  are  ! 
With  long  desire  my  spirit  faints, 
To  meet  th'  assemblies  of  thy  saints. 

2  My  flesh  would  rest  in  thine  abode ; 
My  panting  heart  cries  out  for  God ; 
My  God,  my  King,  why  should  I  be 
So  far  from  all  my  joys  and  thee  1 

3  Blest  are  the  saints,  who  dwell  on  high, 
Around  thy  throne  above  the  sky : 

Thy  brightest  glories  shine  above, 
And  all  their  work  is  praise  and  love. 

4  Blest  are  the  souls  that  find  a  place 
Within  the  temple  of  thy  grace  ; 
There  they  behold  thy  gentler  rays. 
And  seek  thy  face  and  learn  thy  praise. 

HYMN  435.     C.  M. 

HOW  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 

My  friends  devoutly  say, 
"■  In  Zion  let  us  all  appear. 

And  keep  the  solemn  day  !" 


280  THE    CHURCH. 

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  joy  unknovna, 
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. 

5  Peace  be  within  this  sacred  place, 
And  joy  a  constant  guest ; 

With  holy  gifts  and  heavenly  grace. 
Be  her  attendants  blest. 

6  My  soul  shall  pray  for  Zion  still. 
While  life  or  breath  remains  ; 

Here  my  best  friends,  my  kindred  dwell 
Here  God,  my  Saviour,  reigns. 

HYMN  436.     L.  M.     [330] 

HEAD  of  thy  Church,  whose  Spirit  fills, 
And  flow\s  thro'  every  faithful  soul, 

tinites  in  mystic  love,  and  seals 

Them  one,  and  sanctifies  the  whole. 

2  "  Come,  Lord,"  thy  glorious  Spirit  cries. 
And  souls  beneath  the  altar  groan : 

"  Come,  Lord,"  the  Bride  on  earth  replies, 
"  And  perfect  all  our  souls  in  one." 

3  Pour  out  the  promised  gift  on  all, 
Answer  the  jmiversal,  "  Come !" 

The  fullness  of  the  Gentiles  call. 

And  take  thine  ancient  people  home. 


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4  To  thee  let  all  the  nations  flow ; 

Let  all  obey  the  gospel  word, 
Let  all  their  bleeding  Saviour  know, 

FilFd  with  the  glory  of  the  Lord. 

HYMN  437.     L.  M. 

GOD  is  the  refuge  of  his  saints, 

When  storms  of  sharp  distress  invade ; 

Ere  we  can  offer  our  complaints, 
Behold  him  present  with  his  aid! 

2  Let  mountains  from  their  seats  be  hurl'd 
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  w^atering  our  divine  abode. 

5  Zion  enjoys  her  Monarch's  love, 
Secure  against  the  threat'ning  hour ; 

Nor  can  her  firm  foundation  move. 
Built  on  his  iiiith fulness  and  power. 

HYMN  438.     S.  M.     [324] 

WHO  in  the  Lord  confide, 

And  feels  his  sprinkled  blood. 
In  storms  and  hurricanes  abide, 

Firm  as  the  mount  of  God : 
Steadfast,  and  fix'd  and  sure. 

His  Zion  cannot  move  ; 
His  faithful  people  stand  secure 

In  Jesus'  sTuardian  love. 


282  THE    CHURCH. 

2  As  round  Jerusalem 
The  hilly  bulwarks  rise, 

So  God  protects  and  covers  them 

From  all  their  enemies.* 
On  every  side  he  stands, 

And  for  his  Israel  cares ; 
And  safe  in  his  almighty  hands 

Their  souls  for  ever  bears. 

3  But  let  them  still  abide 
In  thee,  all-gracious  Lord, 

Till  every  soul  is  sanctified, 

And  perfectly  restored. 
The  men  of  heart  sincere, 

Continue  to  defend ; 
And  do  them  good  and  save  them  here. 

And  love  them  to  the  end. 

HYMN  439.     L.  M.     [303] 

HAPPY  the  souls  that  first  believed, 
To  Jesus  and  each  other  cleaved ; 
Join'd  by  the  unction  from  above, 
In  mystic  fellowship  of  love. 

2  Meek,  simple  followers  of  the  Lamb, 
They  lived,  and  spake,  and  thought  the  same; 
They  joyfully  conspired  to  raise 

Their  ceaseless  sacrifice  of  praise, 

3  With  grace  abundantly  endued, 
A  pure,  believing  multitude. 

They  all  were  of  one  heart  and  soul, 
And  only  love  inspired  the  whole. 

4  O  what  an  age  of  golden  days ! 
O  what  a  choice,  peculiar  race ! 
Wash'd  in  the  Lamb's  all-cleansing  blood, 
Anointed  Kings  and  Priests  to  God  I 


THE    CHURCH. 


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HYMN  440.     L.  M.     [304] 

YE  different  sectvS  who  all  declare, 
''  Lo  here  is  Christ !"  or,  "  Christ  is  there !" 
Your  stronger  proofs  divinely  give, 
And  show  me  where  the  Christians  live. 

2  Your  claim,  alas  !  ye  cannot  prove ; 
Ye  want  the  genuine  mark  of  love: 
Thou  only,  Lord,  thine  own  canst  show, 
For  sure  thou  hast  a  church  below. 

3  The  gates  of  hell  cannot  prevail ; 
The  church  on  earth  can  never  fail ; 
Ah !  join  me  to  thy  secret  ones ! 
Ah !  gather  all  thy  living  stones ! 

4  Scatter'd  o'er  all  the  earth  they  lie, 
Till  thou  collect  them  with  thine  eye ; 
Draw  by  the  music  of  thy  name, 
And  charm  into  a  beauteous  frame. 

5  For  this  the  pleading  Spirit  groans. 
And  cries  in  all  thy  banish'd  ones : 
Greatest  of  gifts,  thy  love,  impart. 
And  make  us  of  one  mind  and  heart. 

HYMN   441.     L.  M.     [335] 

BRETHREN  in  Christ,  and  well-beloved, 
To  Jesus  and  his  servants  dear, 

Enter,  and  show  yourselves  approved  ; 
Enter,  and  find  that  God  is  here. 

2  Welcome  from  earth  ;  lo,  the  right  hand 
Of  fellowship  to  you  we  give ! 

With  open  hearts  and  hands  we  stand, 
And  you  in  Jesus'  name  receive. 

3  Say,  are  your  hearts  resolved  as  ours  1 
Then  let  them  burn  with  sacred  love, 

Then  let  them  taste  the  heavenly  powers, 
Partakers  of  the  joys  above. 


284  BAPTISM, 

BAPTISM. 


HYMN  442.     L.  M.     [123] 

COME,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Honor  the  means  ordain'd  by  thee ; 

Make  good  our  apostohc  boast, 
And  own  thy  glorious  ministry. 

2  We  now  thy  promis'd  presence  claim, 
Sent  to  disciple  all  mankind ; 

Sent  to  baptise  into  thy  name ; 

We  now  thy  promis'd  presence  find. 

3  Father,  in  tliese  reveal  thy  Son ; 

In  these  for  whom  we  seek  thy  face : 
The  hidden  mystery  make  known. 
The  inward,  pure,  baptizing  grace. 

4  Eternal  Spir't  descend  from  high, 
Baptizer  of  our  spirits  thou  ! 

The  sacramental  seal  apply, 

And  witness  w^ith  the  w^ater  now ! 

5  O  that  the  souls  baptiz'd  herein, 
May  now  thy  truth  and  mercy  feel ; 

May  rise  and  wash  away  their  sin : 
Come,  Holy  Ghost,  their  pardon  seal ! 

HYMN  443.     C.  M.     [124] 

CELESTIAL  Dove,  descend  from  high, 

And  on  the  water  brood : 
Come  with  thy  quick'ning  power  apply 

The  w^ater  and  the  blood. 

2  I  love  the  Lord,  that  stoops  so  low 

To  give  his  word  a  seal ; 
But  the  rich  grace  his  hands  bestow 

Exceeds  the  fiirure  still. 


BAPTISM. 

3  Almighty  God,  for  thee  we  call, 

And  our  request  renew ; 
Accept  in  Christ,  and  bless  withal, 

The  work  we  have  to  do. 

HYMN  444.     S.  M.     [124] 

MY  Saviour's  pierced  side 
Pour'd  out  a  double  flood : 

By  water  we  are  purifi'd, 
And  pardon'd  by  his  blood. 

2  Call'd  from  above,  I  rise, 
And  wash  away  my  sin  ; 

The  stream  to  which  my  spirit  flies, 
Can  make  the  foulest  clean. 

3  It  runs  divinely  clear, 

A  fountain  deep  and  wide ; 
'Twas  open'd  by  the  soldier's  spear, 
In  my  Redeemer's  side ! 

HYMN   445.     C.  M.     [125] 

HOW  large  the  promise,  how  divine, 

To  Abra'm  and  his  seed ! 
"  I  am  a  God  to  thee  and  thine, 

Supplying  all  they  need." 

2  The  words  of  his  extensive  love. 
From  age  to  age  endure ; 

The  Angel  of  the  Cov'nant  proves 
And  seals  the  blessing  sure. 

3  Jesus  the  ancient  faith  confirms, 
To  our  great  father  given  ; 

He  takes  our  children  to  his  arms. 
And  calls  them  heirs  of  heaven. 

4  O,  God,  how  faithful  are  thy  ways 
Thy  love  endures  the  same  ; 

Nor  from  the  promise  of  thy  grace 
Blots  out  our  children's  name. 


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286  lord's  supper. 

HYMN  446.     C.  M. 

SEE  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stand 

With  all-engaging  charms : 
Hark  how  he  calls  the  tender  lambs, 

And  folds  them  in  his  arms  ! 

2  Permit  them  to  approach  he  cries, 
Nor  scorn  their  humble  name : 

For  'twas  to  bless  such  soliIs  as  these, 
The  Lord  of  angels  came. 

3  We  bring  them,  Lord,  in  thankful  hands, 
And  yield  them  up  to  thee ; 

Joyful  that  we  ourselves  are  thine, 
Thine  let  our  offspring  be. 


LORD'S  SUPPER. 


HYMN  447.    L.  M.     [125] 

AUTHOR  of  our  salvation,  thee 

With  lowly  thankful  hearts  we  praise ; 

Author  of  this  great  mystery, 

Figure  and  means  of  saving  grace. 

2  The  sacred,  true,  effectual  sign. 
Thy  body  and  thy  blood  it  shows ; 

The  glorious  instrument  divine. 

Thy  mercy  and  thy  strength  bestows. 

3  We  see  the  blood  that  seals  our  peace ; 
Thy  pard'ning  mercy  we  receive ; 

The  bread  doth  visibly  express. 
The  strength  through  which  our  spirits  live. 

4  Our  spirits  drink  a  fresh  supply, 
And  eat  the  bread  so  freely  given, 


287 

Till  borne  on  eagle's  wings  we  fly, 

And  banquet  with  our  Lord  in  heaven. 

HYMN   448.     C.  M.     [126] 

COME,  Saviour,  let  thy  tokens  prove, 

Fitted  by  heavenly  art, 
As  channels  to  convey  thy  love, 

To  every  faithful  heart. 

2  The  living  bread  sent  down  from  heaven, 
In  us  vouchsafe  to  be ; 

Thy  flesh  for  all  the  world  is  given, 
And  all  may  live  by  thee. 

3  Now,  Lord,  on  us  thy  flesh  bestow, 
And  let  us  drink  thy  blood ; 

Till  all  our  souls  are  flll'd  below, 
With  all  the  life  of  God. 

4  Determin'd  nothing  else  to  know 
But  Jesus  crucifi'd, 

1  will  not  from  my  Jesus  'go, 

Or  leave  his  wounded  side. 

HYMN  449.     S.  M.     [127] 

LET  all  who  truly  bear 

The  bleeding  Saviour's  name, 
Their  faithful  hearts  with  us  prepare, 

And  eat  the  Paschal  Lamb : 
Our  passover  was  slain. 

At  Salem's  hallow'd  place. 
Yet  we  who  in  our  tents  remain, 

Shall  gain  his  largest  grace. 

2  Who  thus  our  faith  employ, 
His  sufl* 'rings  to  record. 

E'en  now  we  mournfully  enjoy 

Communion  with  our  Lord : 
As  though  we  every  one 

Beneath  his  cross  had  stood. 


288  lord's  supper. 

And  seen  him  heave,  and  heard  him  groan, 
And  felt  his  gushing  blood. 

2  Oh,  God  !  'tis  finish'd  now  ! 

The  mortal  pang  is  past ! 
By  faith  his  head  we  see  him  bow, 

And  hear  him  breathe  his  last : 
We  too  with  him  are  dead. 

And  shall  witli  him  arise : 
The  cross  on  which  he  bows  his  head, 

Shall  lift  us  to  the  skies. 

HYMN   450.     C.  M.     [128] 

JESUS,  at  whose  supreme  command. 

We  now  approach  to  God, 
Before  us  in  thy  vesture  stand, 

Thy  vesture  dipt  in  blood. 
Obedient  to  thy  gracious  word. 

We  break  the  hallow'd  bread ; 
Commem'rate  thee,  om'  dying  Lord, 

And  trust  on  thee  to  feed. 

2  The  living  bread  sent  down  from  heaven, 

In  us  vouchsafe  to  be ; 
Thy  flesh  for  all  the  world  is  given, 

And  all  may  live  by  thee; 
Now,  Lord,  on  us  thy  flesh  l3estow, 

And  let  us  drink  thy  blood ; 
Till  all  our  souls  are  fill'd  below. 

With  all  the  life  of  God. 

HYMN  451.     S.  M.     [128] 

JESUS,  we  thus  obey 

Thy  last  and  kindest  word  ; 
Here  in  thine  own  appointed  way, 

We  come  to  meet  our  Lord. 

2  The  way  thou  hast  enjoin'd 

Thou  w  ilt  therein  appear ; 
We  come  with  confidence,  to  find 

Thy  special  presence  here. 


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3  Whate'er  th'  Almighty  can 

To  pardon'd  sinners  give, 
The  fuUness  of  our  God-made  man, 

We  here  with  Christ  receive. 

HYMN   452.     C.  M.     [129] 

THAT  doleful  night  before  his  death, 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Did  almost  with  his  dying  breath. 

This  solemn  feast  ordain. 

2  To  keep  the  feast,  Lord,  we  have  met. 
And  to  remember  thee : 

Help  each  poor  trembler  to  repeat, 
"For  me,  he  died  for  mei" 

3  These  sacred  signs,  thy  sufF'rings,  Lord, 
To  our  remembrance  bring  : 

We  eat  and  drink  around  thy  board, 
But  think  on  nobler  things^ 

4  O,  tune  our  tongues,  and  set  in  frame 
Each  heart  that  pants  for  thee ; 

To  sing,  "  Hosannah  to  the  Lamb," 
The  Lamb  that  died  for  me ! 

HYMN  453.     L.  AL     [129] 

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 : 

O,  stay  not  back,  though  fear  alarms ! 
For  yet  there  still  is  room. 

3  O,  come,  and  with  his  children  taste 
The  blessings  of  his  love ; 

While  hope  attends  the  sweet  repast, 
Of  nobler  joys  above  ] 
rs 


290  LORd''s    SC7PPEE. 

4  There  with  united  heart  and  voices 
Before  the  eternal  throne, 

Ten  ijiousand,  thousand  souls  rejoice^ 
In  ecstacies  unknown. 

5  And  yet  ten  thousand  thousand  more 
Are  welcome  still  to  come : 

Ye  happy  souls,  the  grace  adore ; 
Approach,  there  yet  is  room. 

HYMN  45-1.     C.  M.     [130] 

THE  King  of  heaven  his  table  spreads^ 
And  blessings  crown  the  board; 

Not  paradise,  with  all  its  joys, 
Could  such  delight  afford. 

2  Pardon  and  peace  to  dying  men, 
And  endless  life  are  given  ; 

Through  the  rich  blood  that  Jesus  shed 
To  raise  our  souls  to  heaven. 

3  Millions  of  souls,  in  glory  now, 
Were  fed  and  feasted  here  : 

And  millions  more  still  on  the  w^ay, 
Around  the  board  appear. 

4  All  things  are  ready,  come  away^ 
Nor  weak  excuses  frame ; 

Crowd  to  your  places  at  the  feast, 
And  bless  the  Founder's  name. 

HYMN  455.     S.  M.     [131] 

GLORY  to  God  on  high. 

Our  peace  is  made  with  Heaven ; 
The  son  of  God  came  down  to  die, 

That  we  might  be  forgiven. 

2  His  precious  blood  was  shed, 

His  body  bruised  for  sin : 
Remember  this  in  eating  bread, 

And  this  in  drinking  wine. 


LOVE     FEAST.  291 

3  Approach  his  royal  board, 
In  his  rich  garments  clad  ; 

Join  every  tongue  to  praise  the  Lord,    . 
And  every  heart  be  glad. 

4  The  Father  gives  tlie  Son ; 
The  Son  his  flesh  and  blood  : 

The  Spir't  applies,  and  faith  puts  on 
The  righteousness  of  God. 


LOVE-FEAST. 


HYMN    456.     C.  M.     [131] 

COME,  let  us  use  the  grace  divine, 

And  all  with  one  accord, 
In  a  perpetual  covenant  join 

Ourselves  to  Christ  the  Lord. 

2  Give  up  ourselves  through  Jesus'  power, 
His  name  to  glorify ; 

And  promise  in  this  sacred  hour. 
For  God  to  live  and  die. 

3  The  covenant  we  this  moment  make 
Be  ever  kept  in  mind  ; 

We  will  no  more  our  God  forsake, 
Or  cast  his  words  behind. 

4  We  never  will  throw  off  his  fear. 
Who  hears  our  solemn  vow  ; 

And  if  thou  art  well  pleased  to  hear, 
Conie  down  and  meet  us  now ! 

5  Thee,  Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Let  all  our  hearts  receive  ; 

Present  with  tlie  celestial  host, 
The  peaceful  answer  give. 


292  LOVE-FEAST. 

6  To  each  the  covenant  blood  apply, 

Which  takes  our  sins  away  ; 
And  register  our  names  on  high, 

And  keep  us  to  that  day. 

HYMN  457.     C.  P.  M.      [132] 

EXCEPT  the  Lord  conduct  the  plan, 
The  best  concerted  schemes  are  vain  ; 

And  never  can  succeed  ; 
We  spend  our  wretched  strength  for  nought ; 
But  if  our  works  in  thee  be  wrought, 

They  shall  be  blest  indeed. 

2  Lord,  if  thou  didst  thyself  inspire 
Our  souls  with  this  intense  desire, 

Thy  goodness  to  proclaim  ; 
Thy  glory  if  we  now  intend, 
O,  let  our  deeds  begin  and  end, 

Complete  in  Jesus'  name  ! 

3  In  Jesus  name  behold  we  meet, 
Far  from  an  evil  world  retreat, 

And  all  its  frantic  ways : 
Only  one  thing  resolv'd  to  know, 
And  square  our  useful  lives  below, 

By  reason  and  by  grace. 

4  Now,  Jesus,  now  thy  love  mipart. 
To  govern  each  devoted  heart, 

And  fit  us  for  thy  will ! 
Deep  founded  in  the  truth  of  grace, 
Build  up  thy  rising  Church,  and  place 

Tlie  city  on  the  hill. 

5  O  let  our  love  and  faith  abound  ! 
O  let  our  lives  to  all  around 

With  purest  lustre  shine : 
That  all  around  our  works  may  see, 
And  give  the  glory.  Lord,  to  thee. 

The  heavenly  light  divine. 


LOVE-FEAST.  293 

HYMN  458.     C.  M.     [133] 

SEE,  Jesus,  thy  disciples  see, 

The  promised  blessing  give ! 
Met  in  thy  name,  we  look  to  thee, 

Expecting  to  receive. 

2  Thee  we  expect,  our  faithful  Lord, 
Who  in  thy  name  are  join'd  ; 

We  wait  according  to  thy  word, 
Thee  in  the  midst  to  find. 

3  With  us  thou  art  assembled  here, 
But,  oh !  thyself  reveal ! 

Son  of  the  living  God,  appear ! 
Let  us  thy  presence  feel. 

4  Breathe  on  us,  Lord,  in  this  our  day, 
And  these  dry  bones  shall  live ; 

Speak  peace  into  our  hearts,  and  say, 
'''  The  Holy  Ghost  receive." 

HYMN  459.     C.  M.     [134] 

BLEST  be  the  dear  uniting  love, 

That  will  not  let  us  part ; 
Our  bodies  may  far  off  remove, 

We  still  are  one  in  heart. 

2  Join'd  in  one  spirit  to  our  Head, 
Where  he  appoints  we  go ; 

And  still  in  Jesus'  footsteps  tread, 
And  show  his  praise  below. 

3  O  may  we  ever  walk  in  him, 
And  nothing  know  beside; 

Nothing  desire,  nothing  esteem. 
But  Jesus  crucified ! 

4  Closer  and  closer  let  us  cleave, 
To  his  beloved  embrace : 

Expect  his  fulness  to  receive, 
And  grace  to  answer  grace. 

5  Partakers  of  the  Saviour's  grace. 
The  same  in  mind  and  heart. 


294  LOVE-FEAST. 

For  joy,  nor  grief,  nor  time,  nor  place, 
Nor  life,  nor  death,  can  part. 

6  But  let  us  hasten  to  the  day, 
Which  shall  our  flesh  restore ; 

When  death  shall  all  be  done  away, 
And  bodies  part  no  more. 

HYMN  460.     7s.     [135] 

JESUS,  Lord,  we  look  to  thee, 
Let  us  in  thy  name  agree  ; 
Show  thyself  the  Prince  of  Peace ; 
Bid  our  jars  for  ever  cease. 

2  By  thy  reconciling  love. 
Every  stumbling  block  remove ; 
Each  to  each  unite,  endear; 
Come,  and  spread  thy  banner  here. 

3  Make  us  of  one  heart  and  mind, 
Courteous,  pitiful  and  kind ; 
Lowly,  meek ;  in  tliought  and  word, 
Altogether  like  our  Lord. 

4  Let  us  for  each  other  care, 
Each  the  other's  burden  bear ; 
To  thy  church  the  pattern  give ; 
Show  how  true  beUevers  live. 

5  Free  from  anger  and  from  pride, 
Let  us  thus  in  God  abide; 

All  the  depths  of  love  express, 
All  the  heights  of  holiness. 

6  Let  us  then  with  joy  remove, 
To  the  family  above  : 

On  the  wings  of  angels  fly, 
Show  how  true  believers  die. 

HYMN  461.     7s.      [136] 

COME,  and  let  us  sweetly  join, 
Christ  to  praise  in  hymns  divine  ! 
Give  we  all  with  one  accord. 
Glory  to  our  common  Lord : 


I^OVE-PEAST,  295 

Hands,  and  hearts,  aiid  voices  raise : 
Sing  as  in  the  ancient  days ; 
Antedate  the  joys  above, 
Celebrate  the  feast  of  love. 

2  Strive  w^e,  in  affection  strive : 
Let  the  purer  flame  revive  ; 
Such  as  in  the  martyrs  glow'd, 
Dying  champions  for  their  Gk)d : 
We  like  them  may  live  and  love:; 
Call'd  we  are  their  joys  to  prove  ; 
Sav'd  with  them  from  future  wrath; 
Partners  of  like  precious  faith. 

3  Sing  we  then  in  Jesus'  name, 
Now  as  yesterday  the  same ; 
One  in  every  time  and  place. 
Full  for  all  of  tnith  and  grace : 
We  for  Christ,  our  Master,  stand. 
Lights  in  a  benighted  land : 

We  our  dying  Lord  confess, 
We  are  Jesus'  witnesses. 

4  Witnesses  that  Christ  hath  died: 
We  with  him  are  crucified  : 
Christ  hath  burst  the  bands  of  death, 
We  his  quick'ning  Spirit  breathe: 
Christ  is  now  gone  upon  high ; 
Thither  all  our  wishes  fly : 

Sits  at  God's  right  hand  above ; 
There  with  him  we  reign  in  love! 

HYMN  462.     7s.     [137] 

COME,  thou  high  and  lofty  Lord ! 
Lowly,  meek,  incarnate  Word : 
Humbly  stoop  to  earth  again ; 
Come,  and  visit  abject  man  : 
Jesus,  dear  expected  guest, 
Thou  art  bidden  to  the  feast ; 
For  thyself  our  hearts  prepare ; 
Come,  and  sit,  and  banquet  there! 


296  FAMILY    WORSHlFo 

2  Jesus,  we  thy  promise  claim ; 
We  are  met  in  thy  great  name; 
In  the  midst  do  thou  appear, 
Manifest  thy  presence  iiere: 
Sanctify  us,  Lord,  and  bless ; 
Breathe  thy  vSpirit,  give  thy  peace ; 
Thou  thyself  witliin  us  uiove, 
Make  our  feast  a  feast  of  love. 

3  Let  the  fruits  of  grace  abound ; 
Let  us  in  thy  bowels  sound, 
Faith,  and  love,  and  joy  increase,. 
Temperance  and  gentleness ; 
Plant  in  us  thy  hutnble  mindy 
Patient,  pitiful,  and  kind ; 

Meek  and  lowly  let  us  be, 
Full  of  goodness,  full  of  thee. 

4  Make  us  all  in  thee  complete  ^ 
Make  us  all  for  glory  meet ; 
Meet  t'  appear  before  thy  sight, 
Partners  with  the  saints  in  light 
Call,  O,  call  us  each  by  name, 
To  the  marriage  of  the  Lamb ; 
Let  us  lean  upon  thy  breast. 
Love  be  there  aur  endless  feast  I 


FAMILY  WORSHIP. 


HYMN  463.     S.  M.     [138], 

WE  lift  our  hearts  to  thee, 
O,  Day-star  from  on  high  ! 

The  sun  itself  is  but  thy  shade, 
Yet  cheers  both  earth  and  sky. 


FAMILY    WORSHIP. 

2  O,  let  thy  orient  beams 
The  night  of  sin  disperse, 

The  mists  of  error  and  of  vice, 
Which  shade  the  universe  ! 

3  May  we  this  life  improve, 
To  mourn  for  errors  past : 

And  Uve  this  short  revolving  day, 
As  if  it  were  our  last. 

4  To  God,  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Spirit,  One  in  Three, 

Be  glory,  as  it  w^as,  is  now, 
And  shall  for  ever  be. 

HYMN  464.     C.  M.     [139] 

ONCE  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day 

Salutes  thy  waking  eyes ; 
Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 

To  Him  that  rules  the  skies. 

2  Night  unto  night  his  name  repeats — 
The  day  renews  the  sound — 

Wide  as  the  heavens  on  which  he  sits, 
To  turn  the  seasons  round. 

3  'Tis  He  supports  my  mortal  frame ; 
My  tongue  shall  speak  his  praise  ; 

My  sins  might  rouse  his  wrath  to  flame, 
But  yet  his  wrath  delays. 

4  O,  God,  let  all  my  hours  be  thine, 
Whilst  1  enjoy  the  light ; 

Then  shall  my  sun  in  smiles  decline. 
And  bring  a  pleasing  night. 

HYMN  465.     C.  M.    [139] 

LORD,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray, 

I  am  for  ever  thine : 
I  fear  before  thee  all  the  day, 

Nor  would  I  dare  to  sin. 
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297 


298  FAMILY    WORSHIP. 

2  And  while  I  rest  my  weary  head, 
From  cares  and  business  free, 

'Tis  sweet  conversing  on  my  bed, 
With  my  own  heart  and  thee. 

3  I  pay  this  evening  sacrifice ; 
And  when  my  work  is  done, 

Great  God,  my  faith  and  hope  relies 
Upon  thy  grace  alone. 

4  Thus,  with  my  thoughts  cx)mpos'd  to  peace, 
I'll  give  mine  eyes  to  sleep  ; 

Thy  hand  in  safety  keeps  my  days, 
And  will  my  slumbers  keep. 

HYMN  466.     C.  M,     [140] 

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  tlie  hills  where  Christ  is  gone, 
To  plead  for  all  his  saints ; 

Presenting  at  the  Father's  throne, 
Our  songs  and  our  complaints. 

3  O  may  thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet 
In  ways  of  righteousness! 

Make  every  path  of  duty  straight, 
And  plain  before  my  face. 

4  Now  to  thy  house  will  I  resort, 
To  taste  thy  mercies  there ; 

I  will  frequent  thy  holy  court, 
And  worship  in  thy  fear. 

HYMN  -i07.     S.  M. 

SEE  how  the  morning  sun 

Pursues  his  shining  way  ; 
And  wide  proclaims  his  Maker's  praise, 

With  every  bright'ning  ray. 


FAMILY    WORSHIP'. 

2  Thus  would  my  rising  soul, 
Its  heavenly  parent  sing ; 

And  to  its  great  Original, 
The  humble  tribute  bring. 

3  Serene  I  laid  me  down, 
Beneath  his  guardian  care; 

1  slept,  and  I  awoke,  and  found 

My  kind  Preserver  near! 

4  My  life  I  would  anew 
Devote,  O  Lord,  to  thee ; 

And  in  thy  service  I  would  spend 
A  long  eternity. 

HYMN  468.     L.  M.     [141] 

MY  God,  how  endless  is  thy  lovel 
Thy  gifts  are  every  evening  new ; 

And  morning  mercies  from  above, 
Gently  descend  like  early  dew. 

2  Thou  spread'st  the  curtains  of  the  nighty 
Great  Guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours ; 

Thy  sovereign  w^ord  restores  the  light ; 
And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  powers. 

3  I  yield  myself  to  thy  command  ; 

To  thee  devote  my  nights  and  days ; 
Perpetual  blessings  from  thy  hand. 
Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 

HYMN  469.     7s.     [142] 

OMNIPRESENT  God!  whose  aid 

No  one  ever  asked  in  vain, 
Be  this  night  about  my  bed, 

Every  evil  thought  restrain '. 
Lay  thy  hand  upon  my  soul, 

God  of  my  unguarded  hours  ! 
All  my  enemies  control. 

Hell,  and  earth,  and  nature's  powers. 


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300  FAMILY    WaRSHlF* 

2  Let  me  of  thy  life  partake, 

Thy  own  holiness  impart ; 
O  that  I  may  sweetly  wake, 

With  my  Saviour  in  my  heart '; 
O  that  I  may  know  thee  mine  1 

O  that  I  may  thee  receive! 
Only  live  tlie  life  divine  ! 

Only  to  thy  glory  live. 

HYMN   470.     C.  M.     [142] 

NOW  from  the  altar  of  om'  hearts^ 

Let  warmest  thanks  arise ; 
Assist  us,  Lord,  to  offer  up 

Our  evening  sacrilice. 

2  This  day  God  was  our  smi  and  shield^ 
Our  keeper  and  our  guide  ; 

His  care  w\is  on  our  weakness  showrk, 
His  mercies  multiplied. 

3  Minutes  and  mercies  multiplied. 
Have  made  up  all  this  day : 

Minutes  came  quick,  but  mercies  were 
More  swift  and  free  than  they. 

4  New  time,  new  favors,  and  new  joy», 
Do  a  new  song  require  \ 

Till  we  shall  praise  thee  as  we  would. 
Accept  our  hearts'  desire. 

HYMN  471.     L.  M.     [U3] 

THUS  far  the  Lord  hath  led  me  on, 

Thus  far  his  power  prolongs  my  days,. 
And  every  evening  shall  make  known 

Some  fresh  memorial  of  his  grace, 
2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste, 

And  I  perhaps  am  near  my  home : 
But  he  forgives  my  follies  past. 

And  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come. 


FAMILY    WORSHIP.  301 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep, 
Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head  : 

While  well-appointed  angels  keep 

Their  watchful  stations  round  my  bed. 

4  Thus,  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come, 
My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground, 

And  wait  thy  voice  to  rouse  my  tomb, 
With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound. 

HYMN   473.     C.  P.  M.     [144] 

1  AND  my  house  will  serve  the  Lord, 
But  first  obedient  to  his  word 

I  must  myself  appear  : 
By  actions,  w^ords,  and  tempers  show, 
That  I  my  heavenly  Master  know, 

And  serve  with  heart  sincere. 

2  I  must  the  fair  example  set, 
From  those  that  on  my  pleasure  wait, 

The  stumbling  block  remove  ; 
Their  duty  by  my  life  explain, 
And  still  in  all  my  works  maintain 

The  dignity  of  love. 

3  Easy  to  be  entreated,  mild, 
Q^uickly  appeas'd  and  reconcil'd, 

A  follower  of  my  God: 
A  saint  indeed  I  long  to  be. 
And  lead  my  faithful  family 

In  the  celestial  road. 

HYMN  473.     L.  M.     [144] 

FATHER  of  all,  by  whom  we  are, 
For  whom  was  made  whatever  is ; 

Who  hast  entrusted  to  our  care, 
A  candidate  for  glorious  bliss. 

2  Poor  worms  of  earth,  to  thee  w^  cry, 
For  grace  to  guide  what  grace  has  given ; 

We  ask  for  wisdom  from  on  high. 
To  train  our  infant  up  for  heaven. 


302  FAMILY    WORSHIP. 

3  We  tremble  at  the  danger  near, 
And  crowds  of  wretched  parents  see, 

Who,  blindly  fond,  their  children  rear 
In  tempers  far  as  hell  from  thee. 

4  Themselves  the  slaves  of  sense  and  praise, 
Their  babes  they  pamper  and  admire  ; 

And  make  the  helpless  infants  pass 
To  murderer  Moloch,  through  the  fire* 

HYMN  474.    S.  M.    [145] 

THE  power  to  bless  my  house. 

Belongs  to  God  alone ; 
Yet  rendering  him  my  constant  vows, 

He  sends  his  blessings  down. 

2  Shall  I  not  then  engage, 

My  house  to  serve  the  Lord  ; 
To  search  the  soul-converting  page^ 
And  feed  upon  his  word : 

3  To  ask  with  faith  and  hope, 
The  grace  his  Spirit  supplies, 

In  prayer  and  praise  to  offer  up 
Their  daily  sacrifice. 

4  Saviour  of  men,  incline 

The  hearts  which  thou  hast  made. 
Which  thou  hast  bought  with  blood  divine, 
To  ask  thy  promis'd  aid. 

HYMN  475.     C.  M.     [367] 

LET  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds 

Which  God  performed  of  old, 
Which  in  our  younger  years  we  saw, 

And  which  our  fathers  told. 

2  He  bids  us  make  his  glories  known, 

His  works  of  power  and  grace ; 
And  we'll  convey  his  wonders  down 

Through  every  rising  race. 


FAMILY    WORSHIP.  303 

3  Our  lips  shall  tell  them  to  our  sons, 
And  they  again  to  theirs, 

That  generations  yet  unborn 
May  teach  them  to  their  heirs. 

4  Thus  shall  they  learn  in  God  alone 
Their  hope  securely  stands, 

That  they  may  ne'er  forget  his  worksj 
But  practice  his  commands* 

HYMN  476.     L.  M.     [336] 

AWAKE,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 
Thy  daily  stage  of  duty  run  : 
Shake  off  dull  sloth,  and  early  rise, 
To  pay  thy  morning  sacrifice. 

2  Redeem  thy  mispent  moments  past, 
And  live  this  day  as  if  thy  last ; 
Thy  talents  to  improve  take  care ; 
For  the  great  day  thyself  prepare. 

3  Let  all  thy  converse  be  sincere, 
Thy  conscience  as  the  noon-day  clear ; 
For  God's  all-seeing  eye  surveys 

Thy  secret  thoughts,  thy  words  and  ways. 

4  Wake,  and  lift  up  thyself,  my  heart, 
And  with  the  angels  take  thy  part; 
Who  all  night  long  unwearied  sing 
High  glory  to  the  eternal  King. 

HYMN  477.     L.  M.     [337] 

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

2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son, 
Th  '  ill  that  I  this  day  have  done : 
That,  with  the  world,  myself,  and  thee, 
T,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 


304  FAMILY    WORSHIP. 

3  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed ; 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 

Rise  glorious  at  the  awful  day. 

4  Oh,  let  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. 

HYMN  478.     L.  M.     [333] 

FATHER  of  all,  thy  care  we  bless, 
Which  crowns  our  families  with  peace : 
From  thee  they  spring  ;  and  by  thy  hand 
They  are,  and  shall  be  still,  sustain'd. 

2  To  God,  most  w^orthy  to  be  praised. 
Be  our  domestic  altars  raised  ; 

Who,  Lord  of  heaven,  yet  deigns  to  come, 
And  sanctify  our  humblest  home. 

3  To  tliee  may  each  united  house. 
Morning  and  night  present  its  vows : 
Our  servants  there,  and  rising  race 
Be  taught  thy  precepts  and  thy  grace. 

4  So  may  each  future  age  proclaim, 
The  honors  of  thy  glorious  name ; 
And  each  succeeding  race  remove 
To  join  tlie  family  above. 

HYMN  479.     7s. 

NOW  the  shades  of  night  are  gone ; 
Now  the  morning  light  is  come; 
Lord  may  we  be  thine  to-day, 
Drive  the  shades  of  sin  away. 

2  fill  our  souls  with  heavenly  light, 
Banish  doubt,  and  cleanse  our  sight : 
In  thy  service.  Lord,  to-day, 
Help  us  labor,  lielp  us  pray. 


FAMILY    WORSHIP.  305 

3  Keep  our  haughty  passions  bound ; 
Save  us  from  our  foes  around ; 
Going  out,  and  coming  in, 

Keep  us  safe  from  every  sin. 

4  When  our  worli  of  Hfe  is  past, 
O  receive  us  then  at  last ! 
Night  of  sin  will  be  no  more, 
When  we  reach  the  heavenly  shore, 

HYMN  480.     C.  M.     [428] 

O  LORD,  behold  us  at  thy  feet, 

A  needy,  sinful  band ; 
As  suppliants  round  thy  mercy-seat, 

We  come  at  thy  command. 

2  'Tis  for  our  children  we  would  plead, 
The  offspring  thou  hast  given ; 

Where  shall  we  go,  in  time  of  need, 
But  to  the  God  of  heaven  1 

3  We  ask  not  for  them  wealth  or  fame, 
Amid  the  worldly  strife ; 

But  in  the  all-prevailing  Name, 
We  ask  eternal  life. 

4  We  seek  the  Spirit's  quickening  grace, 
To  make  them  pure  in  heart, 

That  they  may  stand  before  thy  face, 
And  see  thee  as  thou  art. 

HYMN  481.     C.  M.     [429] 

HOW  can  we  vsee  the  children.  Lord, 

In  love  whom  thou  hast  given, 
Remain  regardless  of  thy  word, 

Without  a  hope  of  heaven  1 

2  How  can  we  see  them  tread  the  path 

That  leads  to  endless  death. 
Thus  adding  to  thy  fearful  wrath. 

With  every  moment's  breath  1 


306  FAMILY    WORSHIP. 

3  Lord,  hear  the  parents'  earnest  cry, 
And  save  our  children  dear  : 

Now  send  thy  Spirit  from  on  high, 
And  fill  them  with  thy  fear. 

4  O,  make  them  love  thy  holy  law, 
And  joyful  walk  therein  ; 

Their  hearts  to  new  obedience  draw ; 
Save  them  from  every  sin. 

HYMN  482.     S.  M.     [430] 

THE  Saviour  kindly  calls 

Our  children  to  his  breast; 
He  folds  them  in  his  gracious  arms ; 

Himself  declares  them  blest. 

2  "Let  them  approach,"'  he  cries, 
"  Nor  scorn  their  humble  claim. 

The  heirs  of  heaven  are  such  as  these ; 
For  such  as  these  I  came." 

3  With  joy  we  bring  them.  Lord, 
Devoting  them  to  thee. 

Imploring  that,  as  we  are  thine, 
Thine  may  our  offspring  be. 

HYMN  483.     S.  M.     [430] 

GREAT  God,  now  condescend 

To  bless  our  rising  race ; 
Soon  may  their  willing  spirits  bend, 

The  subjects  of  thy  grace. 

2  O,  what  a  pure  delight 
Their  happiness  to  see  ! 

Our  warmest  wishes  all  unite 
To  lead  their  souls  to  thee. 

3  O,  grant  thy  Spirit,  Lord, 
Their  hearts  to  sanctify ; 

Remember  now  the  gracious  word : 
Our  hopes  on  thee  rely. 


HOLY    SCRIPTURES.  307 

4  Draw  forth  the  melting  tear, 

The  penitential  sigh ; 
Inspire  their  hearts  with  faith  sincere, 

And  fix  their  hopes  on  high. 


HOLY  SCRIPTURES. 


HYMN  484.     C.  M.     [226] 

COME,  Holy  Ghost,  our  hearts  inspire, 

Let  us  thine  influence  prove: 
Source  of  the  old  prophetic  fire, 

Fountain  of  life  and  love. 

2  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  for  moved  by  thee, 
The  prophets  wrote  and  spoke; 

Unlock  the  truth,  thyself  the  key, 
Unseal  the  sacred  book. 

3  Expand  thy  wings,  Celestial  Dove, 
Brood  o'er  our  nature's  night; 

On  our  disordered  spirits  move. 
And  let  there  now  be  light 

4  God,  through  himself,  we  then  shall  know. 
If  thou  within  us  shine; 

An.d  sound  with  all  thy  saints  below. 
The  depths  of  love  divine. 

HYMN     485.     C.  M.     [226] 

FATHER  of  all,  in  whom  alone 
We  live,  and  move,  and  breathe, 

One  bright  celestial  ray  dart  down. 
And  cheer  thy  sons  beneath. 

2  While  in  thy  word  we  search  for  thee, 
(We  search  with  trembling  awe  !) 


308  HOLY    SCRIPTURES. 

Open  our  eyes  and  let  us  see 
Tiie  wonders  of  thy  law. 

3  Now  let  oiir  darkness  comprehend, 
The  light  that  shmes  so  clear ; 

Now  the  revealing  Spirit  send, 
And  give  us  ears  to  hear. 

4  Before  us  make  thy  goodness  pass, 
VVliich  here  by  faith  we  know  : 

Let  us  in  Jesus  see  thy  face. 
And  die  to  all  below. 

HYMN  48(;.     C.  M.     [-226] 

THE  counsels  of  redeeming  grace, 

The  sacred  leaves  unfokl ; 
And  here  the  Saviour's  lovely  face, 

Our  raptur'd  eyes  behold. 

2  Here  light  descending  from  above, 
Directs  our  doubtful  feet ; 

Here  promises  of  heavenly  love. 
Our  ardent  wishes  meet. 

3  Our  numerous  griefs  are  here  redrest, 
And  all  our  wants  supphed  : 

Nought  we  can  ask  to  make  us  blest. 
Is  in  this  book  denied. 

4  For  these  inestimable  gains, 
That  so  enrich  the  mind, 

O,  may  we  search  witli  eager  pains, 
Assur'd  that  we  sliall  tind. 

HYMN  487.     C.  M.     [227] 

FATHER  of  mercies,  in  thy  word, 
What  endless  glory  shines  ; 

For  ever  be  thy  name  ador'd. 
For  these  celestial  lines. 

2  Here  may  the  wretched  sons  of  want, 
Exhaustless  riches  find. 


HOLY    SCRIPTURES.  309 

Riches  above  what  earth  can  grant, 
And  lasting  as  the  mind. 

3  Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 
And  yields  a  free  repast, 

Sublimer  sweets  than  nature  knows, 
Invite  the  longing  taste. 

4  Here  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice, 
Spreads  heavenly  peace  around  ; 

And  life,  and  everlasting  joys, 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

5  O  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 
My  ever  dear  delight ; 

And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see. 
And  still  increasing  light ! 

6  Divine  Instructor,  gracious  Lord, 
Be  thou  for  ever  near  ; 

Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word, 
And  view  my  Saviour  there. 

HYMN  488.     S.   M.     [345] 

THE  man  is  ever  blest, 

Who  shuns  the  sinners'  ways  ; 
Who  in  their  counsels  doth  not  rest. 

Nor  takes  the  scorner's  place ; 

2  But  doth  God's  law  survey 
And  study  with  delight. 

Amidst  the  labors  of  the  day 
And  watches  of  the  night. 

3  He,  like  a  tree,  shall  thrive. 
With  waters  near  tlie  root : 

Fresh  as  the  leaf  his  name  shall  live. 
His  works  are  heav'nly  fruit 

4  Not  so  th'  ungodly  race  ; 
They  no  such  blessings  find  : 

Their  hopes,  like  chatf  from  threshing-place, 
Shall  fly  before  the  wind. 


310  HOLY    SCRIPTURES. 

HYMN  489.     S.  M.     [355] 

THY  perfect  law,  O  Lord, 

Restores  the  erring  soul ; 
The  testimonies  of  thy  word 

All  foolish  thoughts  control. 

2  Thy  statutes,  Lord,  are  right, 
And  till  the  heart  with  joy  ; 

Thy  trutli,  like  yonder  sun,  is  light, 
Outbeaming  on  the  eye. 

3  Thy  fear  from  sin  reclaims, 
And  ever  shall  endure  ; 

Thy  judgments,  righteous  in  their  aims, 
IVue  reverence  insure. 

4  Less  priz'd  is  fmest  gold. 
Or  diamond  I'roin  the  mine ; 

Honey  most  pure  less  sweet  I  hold, 
Than  this  good  word  of  thine. 

HYMN  490.     C.  M. 

ON  the  first  Christian  Sabbath-eve, 

When  his  disciples  met, 
O'er  his  lost  fellowship  to  grieve, 

Nor  knew  the  scriptures  yet — 

2  Lo !  in  their  midst  his  form  was  seen, 
The  form  in  which  he  died, — 

Their  Master's  marr'd  and  wounded  mein, 
His  hands,  his  feet,  his  side. 

3  Then  were  they  glad  their  Lord  to  know, 
And  worshipped,  yet  with  fear ; — 

Jesus  again  thy  presence  show. 
Meet  thy  disciples  here  : 

4  Be  in  our  midst, — let  faith  rejoice, 
Our  risen  Lord  to  view  ; 

And  make  our  spirits  hear  tl)y  voice  : 
Say — "  Peace  be  unto  you." 


PASTORAL.  311 

5  Then,  while  we  hearken,  O  unfold 

The  scriptures  to  our  mind  ! 
Their  myst'ries  let  us  now  behold, 

Their  hidden  treasures  find. 


PASTORAL. 


HYMN  491.     S.  M.     [214] 

LORD  of  the  harvest  hear 

Thy  needy  servants  cry  ; 
Answer  our  faith's  effectual  prayer, 

And  all  our  wants  supply. 

2  On  thee  we  humbly  wait, 
Our  wants  are  in  thy  view ; 

The  harvest  truly,  Lord,  is  great, 
The  laborers  are  few. 

3  Convert,  and  send  forth  more 
Into  thy  church  abroad  ; 

And  let  them  speak  thy  word  of  power, 
As  workers  with  their  God. 

4  Give  the  pure  Gospel  word, 
The  word  of  general  grace ; 

Then  let  them  preach  the  common  Lord, 
Saviour  of  human  race. 

5  O  let  them  spread  thy  name. 
Their  mission  fully  prove  ; 

Thy  universal  grace  proclaim, 
Thine  all-redeeming  love ! 

HYIMN  492.     L.  M.     [215] ; 

HIGH  on  his  everlasting  throne. 

The  King  of  saints  his  work  surveys ; 


312  PASTORAL. 

Marks  the  dear  souls  he  calls  his  own, 
And  smiles  on  the  peciUiar  race. 

2  He  rests  well  pleased  their  toils  to  see ; 
Beneath  his  easy  yoke  they  move  ; 

With  all  their  heart  and  strength  agree, 
In  the  sweet  labor  of  his  love. 

3  See  where  the  servants  of  the  Lord, 
A  busy  multitude  appear  ; 

For  Jesus  day  and  night  employed, 
His  heritage  they  toil  to  clear. 

4  The  love  of  Christ  their  hearts  constrains, 
And  strengthens  their  unwearied  hands ; 

They  spend  their  sweat  and  blood  and  pains, 
To  cultivate  Immanuel's  lands. 

5  Jesus  their  toil  delighted  sees, 
Their  industry  vouchsafes  to  crown ; 

He  kindly  gives  the  wish'd  increase, 
And  sends  the  promis'd  blessing  down. 

HYMN  493.     L.  M.     [215] 

HOW  beauteous  are  their  feet. 

Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill, 
That  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues, 

And  words  of  peace  reveal ! 

2  How  charming  is  their  voice, 
So  sweet  the  tidings  are  : 

"  Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour  King  ; 
He  reigns  and  triumphs  here  !" 

3  How  happy  are  our  ears, 
That  hear  the  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 ! 


PASTORAL.  313 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 
And  tuneful  notes  employ  ; 

Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs. 
And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 

6  The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm, 
Through  all  the  earth  abroad: 

Let  every  nation  now  behold, 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 

HYMN  494.    L.  M.     [216] 

COMFORT,  ye  ministers  of  grace, 
Comfort  the  people  of  your  Lord  ^ 

O  lift  ye  up  the  fallen  race, 

And  cheer  them  by  the  Gospel  word, 

2  Go  into  every  nation,  go  ] 

Speak  to  their  trembling  hearts,  and  cry^ 
Glad  tidings  unto  all  we  show: 
Jerusalem,  thy  God  is  nigh. 

3  Hark  !  in  the  wilderness  a  cry, 

A  voice  that  loudly  calls,  Prepare  ; 
Prepare  your  hearts,  for  God  is  nigh, 
And  means  to  make  his  entrance  there ! 

4  The  Lord  your  God  shall  quickly  come ; 
Sinners,  repent,  the  call  obey ; 

Open  your  hearts  to  make  him  room; 
Ye  desert  souls,  prepare  his  way. 

HYMN  495.     L.  M. 

DRAW  near,  O  Son  of  God,  draw  near  ! 

Us  with  thy  flaming  eye  behold  : 
Still  in  thy  church  vouchsafe  f  appear, 

And  let  our  candlestick  be  gold. 
2  Still  hold  the  stars  in  thy  right  hand, 

And  let  them  in  thy  lustre  glow  ; 
The  lights  of  a  benighted  land, 

The  angels  of  thv  church  below. 
.    '  14 


314  r.lSTOKAL, 

3  Make  good  t'.rir  apostolic  boast, 
TlieirJiigli  coiiiiuissiou  let  tliem  prove ; 

Be  temples  of  the  Holy  Ghost, 

And  fill'd  with  fliitli,  and  hope,  and  love. 

4  Their  hearts  from  things  of  eartii  remove, 
Sprinkle  them.  Lord,  from  sin  and  fear; 

Fix  their  aflections  all  above, 

And  lay  up  all  their  treasures  there. 

5  Give  them  an  car  to  hear  thy  word, — 
Thou  speakest  to  the  churches  now, — 

And  let  all  tongues  confess  their  Lord, 
Let  every  knee  to  Jesus  bow. 

HYMN   -m.    L.  M.     [217] 

SHALL  I,  for  fear  of  feeble  man, 
The  Spirit's  course  in  me  restrain  1 
Or,  undismay'd  in  deed  and  word, 
Be  a  true  witness  of  my  Lord  I 

2  Aw'd  by  a  mortal's  frown,  shall  I 
Conceal  the  word  of  God  Most  High  7 
How  then  before  thee  shall  I  dare 
To  stand,  or  how  thine  anger  bearl 

o  Shall  I  to  soothe  the  unholy  throng^ 
Soften  thy  truth,  or  smooth  my  tongue. 
To  gain  earth's  gilded  toys,  or  flee 
The  cross  endur'd,  my  Lord,  by  thee  ! 

4  What  then  is  he  whose  scorn  I  dread  1 
Whose  wrath  or  hate  makes  me  afraid  '? 
A  man !  an  lieir  of  deatli !  a  slave 

To  sin  !  a  bubble  on  the  w^ave  ! 

5  Yea,  let  men  rage;  since  thou  wilt  spread 
Thy  shadowing  \vings  around  my  head : 
Since  in  all  pain  thy  tender  love, 

Will  still  my  sure  refreshment  prove. 


PASTORAL.  315 

HYMN  497.     L.  M.     [218] 

SAVIOUR  of  men,  thy  searching  eye 
Doth  all  my  inmost  thoughts  descry  : 
Doth  aught  on  earth  my  wislies  raise, 
Or  the  world's  pleasures,  or  its  praise  1 

2  The  love  of  Christ  doth  me  constrain, 
To  seek  the  wand'ring  souls  of  men  ; 
With  cries,  entreaties,  tears,  to  save, 

To  snatch  them  from  the  gaping  grave. 

3  For  this  let  men  revile  my  name. 
No  cross  I  shun,  I  fear  no  shame ; 
All  hail  reproach,  and  welcome  pain ; 
Only  thy  terrors,  Lord,  restrain. 

4  My  life,  my  blood,  I  here  present, 
If  for  thy  truth  they  may  be  spent, 
Fulfil  thy  sovereign  counsel,  Lord  ! 
Thy  will  be  done,  thy  name  ador'd. 

5  Give  me  thy  strength,  O  God  of  power; 
Then  let  winds  blow,  or  thunders  roar, 
Thy  faithful  witness  will  I  be  : 

'Tis  fixt ;  1  can  do  all  through  thee. 

HYMN   198.     L.  M.     [219] 

GO  preach  my  Gospel,  saith  the  Lord, 
Bid  the  whole  world  my  grace  receive ; 

He  shall  be  sav'd,  that  trusts  my  word  ; 
He  shall  be  damn'd  that  won't  believe. 

2  I'll  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  Teach  all  the  nations  my  commands  ; 
"I'm  with  you  till  the  world  shall  end  : 

All  power  is  trusted  in  my  hands, 
I  can  destroy,  and  I  defend." 


316  PASTORAL. 

HYMN  499.     C.  M. 

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 : 
And  turns  their  hell  to  heaven. 

3  Jesus  the  prisoner's  fetters  breaks, 
And  bruises  Satan's  head  ; 

Power  into  strengthless  souls  it  speaks, 
And  life  into  tlie  dead. 

4  O  that  the  world  might  taste  and  see 
The  riches  of  his  grace ; 

The  arms  of  love  that  compass  me, 
Would  all  mankind  embrace. 

5  His  only  righteousness  I  show 
His  saving  truth  proclaim  : 

'Tis  all  my  business  here  below, 
To  cry,  "  Behold  the  Lamb !" 

6  Happy,  if  with  my  latest  breath 
I  may  but  gasp  his  Name  ! 

Preach  him  to  all.  and  cry  in  death, 
"  Behold,  behold  the  Lamb  !" 

HYMN  500.     C.  M.     [221] 

LET  Zion's  w\itchmen  all  awake, 
And  take  th'  alarm  they  give; 

Now  let  them  from  the  mouth  of  God, 
Their  aw^ful  charge  receive. 

2  'Tis  not  a  cause  of  small  import, 
The  pastor's  care  demands ; 

But  w^hat  might  fill  an  angel's  heart, 
And  fill'd  a  Saviour's  hands. 


PASTORAL.  317 

3  They  watch  for  souls,  for  which  the  Lord 
Did  heavenly  bliss  forego  ! 

For  souls,  which  must  forever  live, 
In  raptures,  or  in  wo. 

4  And  to  the  great  tribunal  haste, 
Th'  account  to  render  there ; 

And  shouldst  thou  strictly  mark  our  faults, 
Lord,  where  should  we  appear  7 

5  May  they  that  Jesus  whom  they  preach, 
Their  own  Redeemer  see, 

And  watch  thou  daily  o'er  their  souls, 
That  they  may  watch  for  thee. 

HYMN  501.     C.  M. 

JESUS,  my  strength  and  righteousness, 

My  Saviour  and  my  King, 
Triumphantly  thy  name  I  bless, 

Thy  conqu'ring  name  I  sing. 

2  Thou,  Lord,  hast  magnify'd  thy  name, 
Thou  hast  maintain'd  thy  cause 

And  I  enjoy  the  glorious  shame,  * 

The  scandal  of  thy  cross. 

3  Thou  gavest  me  to  speak  thy  word. 
In  the  appointed  hour ; 

I  have  proclaim'd  my  dying  Lord, 
And  felt  thy  Spirit's  power. 

4  Superior  to  my  foes  I  stood. 
Above  their  smile  or  frown  ; 

On  all  the  strangers  to  thy  blood 
With  pitying  love  look  down. 

5  O  let  me  have  thy  presence  still. 
Set  as  a  flint  my  face, 

To  show  the  counsel  of  thy  will, 
Which  saves  a  world  by  grace ! 


318  PASTORAL. 

6  O  never  let  me  blush  to  own 

Tlie  glorious  Gospel-word  ; 
Which  saves  a  world  through  faith  alone, 

Faith  in  a  dying  Lord  ! 

HYMN  502.     L.  M.    [426] 
A  Pastor  welcomed. 

WE  bid  thee  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  Satan  and  from  sin : 

Nourish  the  lambs,  and  feed  tlie  sheep ; 
The  wounded  heal,  the  lost  bring  in. 

3  Come  as  a  watchman :  take  thy  stand 
Upon  thy  tower  on  Zion's  height ; 

And  when  the  sword  comes  on  the  land, 
Warn  us  to  fly,  or  teach  to  fight. 

4  Come  as  an  angel,  hence  to  guide 
A  band  of  pilgrims  on  their  way ; 

That,  safely  walking  at  thy  side, 
We  never  fail,  nor  faint,  nor  stray. 

5  Come  as  a  teaclier  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. 

6  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. 

HYMN  503.     L.  M.     [303] 

GOD,  the  offended  God,  IMost  High, 

Ambassadors  to  rebels  sends  ; 
His  messengers  his  place  supply, 

And  Jesus  begs  us  to  be  friends. 


r-ASTORA-L.  319 

2  Us  in  the  stead  of  Christ,  they  pray, 
.  Us,  in  the  stead  of  God  entreat, 

To  cast  our  arms,  our  sins  away, 
And  find  forgiveness  at  his  feet. 

3  Our  God  in  Christ!  thine  embassy, 
And  proffer'd  mercy,  we  embrace ; 

And  gladly  reconciled  to  thee, 
Thy  condescending  mercy  praise. 

4  Poor  debtors,  by  our  Lord's  request, 
A  full  acquittance  w^e  receive ! 

And  criminals,  with  pardon  blest, 
We,  at  our  Judge's  instance,  live:! 

HYMN  504.     II.  M. 

PRAISE  to  the  Lord  on  high, 
Who  spreads  his  triumphs  wide 3 

While  Jesus'  fragrant  name 
Is  breathed  on  every  side : 

Balmy  and  rich  the  odours  rise, 

And  hll  the  earth  and  reach  the  skies, 

2  Ten  thousand  dying  souls. 
Its  influence  feel — and  live ; 

Sweeter  than  vital  air 

The  incense  they  receive  : 
They  breathe  anew,  and  rise  and  sing 
Jesus  the  Lord,  their  conquering  King, 

3  But  sinners  scorn  the  grace. 
That  brings  salvation  nigh : 

They  turn  away  their  face, 

And  faint,  and  fall,  and  die. 
So  sad  a  doom,  ye  saints,  deplore, 
For  O  !  they  fall  to  rise  no  more. 

4  Yet  wise  and  mighty  God, 
Shall  all  thy  servants  be, 

In  those  who  live  or  die, 
A  savour  sw^eet  to  thee ; 


32Q  PASTORAL. 

Supremely  brig-ht  thy  grace  shall  shine, 
Guarded  with  flames  of  wrath  divine. 

HYMN    505.     L.  P.  M.     [307] 

COMFORT,  ye  ministers  of  grace, 
^    Comfort  my  pet)ple  saitli  your  God  \ 
Ye  soon  shall  see  iiis  smihng  face, 

His  golden  sceptre,  not  his  rod  ; 
And  own,  when  now  the  cloud's  removed, 
He  only  chastened  whom  he  loved. 
2  Who  sow  in  tears,  in  joy  shall  reap  ; 

The  Lord  shall  comfort  all  that  mourn : 
Who  now  go  on  their  way  and  weep, 

With  joy  they  doubtless  shall  return  ; 
And  bring  their  sheaves  with  vast  increase^ 
And  have  their  fruit  to  holiness. 

HYMN  50G.     L.  M.     [231] 

JESUS,  thy  wand'ring  sheep  behold ! 

See,  Lord,  w^ith  yeaniing  bowels  see^ 
Poor  souls  that  cannot  fmd  the  fold, 

Till  sought  and  gathei-'d  in  by  thee. 

2  Lost  are  they  now  and  scatter'd  wide, 
In  pain,  and  w^eariness,  and  want ; 

With  no  kind  shepherd  near,  to  guide 
The  sick,  and  spiritless  and  faint. 

3  Thou,  only  thou,  the  kind  and  goody 
And  sheep-redeeming  Shepherd  art ; 

Collect  thy  flock,  and  give  them  food 
And  pastors  after  thine  own  heart. 

4  Give  the  pure  word  of  general  grace, 
And  great  shall  be  the  preacher's  crowd  ; 

Preachers  who  all  the  sinful  race 
Point  to  the  all-atoning  blood. 

HYMN  507.     L.  M. 

FATHER,  if  justly  still  we  claim 
To  us  and  ours  the  pronuse  made. 


PASTORAL.  321 

To  us  be  graciously  the  same, 

And  crown  with  living  fire  our  head ! 

2  Our  claim  admit,  and  from  above 
Of  holiness  the  Spirit  shower  ; 

Of  wise  discernment,  humble  love, 
And  zeal,  and  unity,  and  power ! 

3  The  Spirit  of  convincing  speech, 
Of  power  demonstrative,  impart ; 

Such  as  may  every  conscience  reach, 
And  sound  the  unbelieving  heart. 

4  The  Spirit  of  refining  fire. 
Searching  the  inmost  of  the  mind, 

To  purge  all  fierce  and  foul  desire, 
And  kindle  life  more  pure  and  kind  : 

HYMX  508.     C.  M. 

JESUS,  the  word  of  mercy  give, 

And  let  it  swiftly  run  ; 
And  let  the  priests  themselves  believe, 

And  put  salvation  on  ! 

2  Clothed  with  the  Spirit  of  holiness, 
May  all  thy  people  prove' 

The  plenitude  of  gospel  grace. 
The  joy  of  perfect  love ! 

3  Jesus,  let  all  thy  lovers  shine, 
Illustrious  as  the  sun  ! 

And,  bright  with  borrowed  rays  divine, 
Their  glorious  circuit  run. 

4  Beyond  the  reach  of  mortals,  spread 
Their  light  where'er  they  go  ; 

And  heavenly  influences  shed. 
On  all  the  world  beloyv  ! 

5  As  giants  may  they  run  their  race, 
Exulting  in  their  might ; 

As  burning  luminaries  chase. 
The  gloom  of  hellish  night ! 
14* 


322  SPREAD    OF    THE    GOSPEL, 

6  As  the  bright  Sun  of  Righteousness, 
Their  heahng  wings  display  ; 

And  let  the  lustre  still  increase, 
Unto  the  perfect  day. 


SPREAD  OF  THE  GOSPEL, 


HYMN  509.     C.  M.     [223] 

ONCE  more  we  come  before  our  God- 
Once  more  his  blessings  ask  : 

O,  may  not  duty  seem  a  load  [ 
Nor  worship  pro\  e  a  task. 

2  Father,  thy  quickening  Spirit  send 
From  heaven,  in  Jesus'  name, 

To  make  our  waiting  minds  attend, 
And  put  our  souls  in  frame. 

3  May  we  receive  the  word  we  hear, 
Each  in  an  honest  heart ; 

And  keep  the  precious  treasure  there, 
And  never  Avith  it  part. 

4  To  seek  thee  all  our  hearts  dispose, 
To  each  thy  blessings  suit, 

And  let  the  seed  thy  servant  sows. 
Produce  abundant  fruit. 

HYMN  610.     L.  M.     [223] 

GLORY  to  God,  whose  sovereign  grace 
Hath  animated  senseless  stones  ; 

Call'd  us  to  stand  before  his  face, 
And  raisM  us  into  Abraham's  sons. 

2  The  people  that  in  darkness  lay. 
In  sin  and  error's  deadly  shade, 


SPREAD     OF    THE     GOSPEL.  323 

Have  seen  a  glorious  Gospel-day, 
In  Jesus'  lovely  face  display'd. 

3  Thou  only,  Lord,  the  work  hast  done, 
And  bar'd  thine  arm  in  all  our  sight ; 

Hast  made  the  reprobates  thine  own, 
And  claim'd  the  outcasts  as  thy  right. 

4  Thy  single  arm,  almighty  Lord, 
To  us  the  great  salvation  brought : 

Thy  Word,  thy  all  creating  Word, 

That  spake  at  first  the  world  from  nought. 

HYMN  511.     L,  M.     [224] 

ARM  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake  ! 

TJiine  own  immortal  strength  put  on ; 
With  terror  cloth'd  hell's  kingdom  shake, 

And  cast  thy  foes  with  fury  down. 

2  As  in  the  ancient  days  appear  ! 
The  sacred  annals  speak  thy  fame: 

Be  now  omnipotently  near, 
To  endless  ages  still  the  same. 

3  By  death  and  hell  pursu'd  in  vain, 

To  thee  the  ransom'd  seed  shall  come : 
Shouting  their  heavenly  Zion  gain, 

And  pass  thro'  death  triumphant  home* 

4  The  pain  of  life  shall  then  be  o'er, 
The  anguish  and  distracting  care  : 

There  sighing  grief  shall  weep  no  more, 
And  sin  shall  never  enter  there. 

5  Where  pure,  essential  joy  is  found. 

The  Lord's  redeem'd  their  heads  shall  raise, 
With  everlasting  gladness  crown'd, 
And  fiU'd  with  love,  and  lost  in  praise. 

HYMN  512.     L.  M.     [331] 

THE  heavens  declare  thy  glory.  Lord, 
In  everj  star  thy  wisdom  shines  ; 


324  SPREAD    OF    THE    GOSPEL, 

But  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  Avord, 
We  read  thy  name  in  fah'er  Unes. 

2  The  rolhng  sun,  the  changmg  Hght, 
And  niglit  and  day,  thy  power  confess ; 

But  the  blest  volume  thou  hast  writ, 
Reveals  thy  justice  and  thy  grace. 

3  Sun,  moon  and  stars  convey  thy  praise 
Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  stand  ; 

So  when  thy  truth  began  its  race. 

It  touciied  and  glanced  on  every  land. 

4  Nor  shall  thy  spreading  gospel  rest, 
Till  thro'  the  world  thy  truth  has  run ; 

Till  Christ  has  all  the  nations  blest, 
That  see  the  light  or  feel  tlie  sun. 

HYxMN  513.     S.  M.     [325] 

FATHER  of  boundless  grace, 

Thou  hast  in  part  fultiird 
Thy  promise  made  to  Adam's  race, 

In  God  incarnate  seal'd. 
A  few  from  every  land 

At  hrst  to  Salem  came, 
And  saw  the  wonders  of  thy  hand, 

And  saw  the  tongues  of  llame. 

2  Yet  still  we  wah  the  end. 
The  coming  of  our  Lord  : 

The  full  accomphshment  attend. 

Of  thy  prophetic  word, 
Thy  promise  deeper  lies, 

In  unexhausted  grace ; 
And  new-discovered  worlds  arise, 

To  sing  their  Saviours  praise. 

3  Beloved  for  Jesus'  sake, 
By  him  redeem'd  of  old. 

All  nations  must  come  in,  and  make 
One  undivided  fold : 


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While  gather'd  in  by  thee, 

And  perfected  in  one. 
They  all  at  once  thy  glory  see, 

In  thine  eternal  Son. 

HYMN  614.    L.  M.    [393 

THOUGH  now  the  nations  sit  beneath 
The  darkness  of  o'erspreading  death, 
God  will  arise  with  light  divine, 
On  Zion's  holy  towers  to  shine. 

2  That  light  shall  beam  o'er  distant  lands, 
And  heathen  tribes  in  joyful  bands, 
Come  with  exulting  haste  to  prove, 

The  power  and  greatness  of  his  love. 

3  Lord,  spread  the  triumphs  of  thy  grace ; 
Let  truth,  and  righteousness,  and  peace, 
In  mild  and  lovely  forms,  display 

The  glories  of  the  latter  day. 

HYxAIN   615.     L.  M.     [418] 

SOON  may  the  last  glad  song  arise, 
Through  all  the  myriads  of  the  skies — 
That  song  of  triumph  which  records. 
That  all  the  earth  is  now  the  Lord's. 

2  Let  thrones,  and  powers,  and  kingdoms  be, 
Obedient  mighty  God,  to  thee  ; 

And  over  land,  and  stream,  and  main. 
Now  wave  the  sceptre  of  thy  reign. 

3  O,  let  that  glorious  anthem  swell ; 
Let  host  to  host  the  triumph  tell. 
That  not  one  rebel  heart  remains, 
But  over  all  the  Saviour  reigns. 

HYM\  516.     H.  M. 

HARK — hark — the  notes  of  joy, 
Roll  o'er  the  heavenly  plains  ! 


326  SPREAD    OP    THE    GOSPEL. 

And  seraphs  find  employ, 

For  their  subliinest  strains; 
Some  new  dehght  in  heaven  is  known, 
Loud  ring  the  harps  around  the  throne. 

2  Hark — liark — 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  tidhigs  round, 
I^et  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  Innnaiuiel's  name  ; 

Arise,  ye  sons  of  men 

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

HYMN  517.     L.  iM.     [32!)J 
THE  law  and  Prophets  all  foretold 

That  Ciirist  should  die,  and  leave  the  grave ; 
Gather  the  world  into  his  fold, 

The  Church  of  Jews  and  Gentiles  save. 

2  Yet  by  the  prince  of  darkness  bound. 
The  nations  still  are  wrapt  in  night ; 

They  never  heard  the  joyful  sound, 
They  never  saw  the  gospel  light. 

3  Light  of  the  world,  again  appear, 
In  mildest  majesty  of  grace  ; 

And  bring  the  great  salvation  near, 
And  claim  our  whole  apostate  race. 


SPREAD    OF    THE    GOSPEL.  327 

HYMN  518.  L.  M.     [392] 

SOVEREIGN  of  worlds,  display  thy  power ; 
Be  this  thy  Zion's  favored  hour  : 
O,  bid  the  morning  star  arise ; 
O,  point  the  heathen  to  the  skies. 

2  Set  up  thy  throne  where  Satan  reigns, 
In  western  wilds,  and  eastern  plains ; 
Far  let  the  Gospel's  sound  be  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  every  nation  hail  the  light. 

HYMN  619.     7s.  &  6s. 

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  By  such  shall  ye  be  feared 
While  sun  and  moon  endure, — • 

Beloved,  obeyed,  revered  : 

For  he  shall  judge  the  poor, 
Through  changing  generations, 

With  justice,  mercy,  truth, 


328  SPREAD    OF   THE    GOSPEL. 

While  stars  maintain  their  stations, 
Or  moons  renew  their  youth. 

4  He  shall  come  down  like  showers, 

Upon  the  fruitful  earth, 
And  love,  joy,  hope,  like  flowers, 

Spring  in  his  path  to  hirth  : 
Before  him  on  the  mountains, 

Shall  Peace  the  herald  go  ; 
And  righteousness  in  fountains 

From  hill  to  valley  flow\ 

PART     SECOND. 

HYMN  5-20.     7s.  &  fis. 

ARABIA'S  desert-ranger, 

To  him  shall  how  the  knee 
The  Ethiopian  stranger 

His  glory  come  to  vsee  : 
With  olTeriiigs  of  devotion, 

Ships  from  the  isles  shall  meet. 
To  pour  the  wealth  of  ocean 

In  trihute  at  his  feet 

2  Kings  shall  fall  down  before  him. 
And  gold  and  incense  bring; 

All  nations  shall  adore  him, 
His  prais(^  all  people  sing  : 

For  he  shall  have  dominion 
^  O'er  river,  sea  and  shore, 

Far  as  the  eagle's  pinion 

Or  dove's  light  wing  can  soar. 

3  For  him  shall  prayer  unceasing. 
And  daily  vows  ascend  ; 

His  kingdom  still  increasing, 

A  kingdom  without  end  : 
The  mountain  dews  shall  nourish 

A  seed  in  weakness  sown, 
Whose  fruit  shall  spread  and  llourish, 

And  sliake  like  Lebanon. 


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4  O'er  every  foe  victorious, 

He  on  his  throne  shall  rest, 
From  age  to  age  more  glorious, 

All-blessing  and  all-blest ; 
The  tide  of  time  shall  never 

His  covenant  remove; 
His  name  shall  stand  forever  ; 

That  name  to  us  is — Love. 


DEDICATION. 


HYMN  521.     L.  M.     [231] 

GREAT  God,  thy  watchful  care  we  bless, 
Wliich  guards  these  sacred  courts  in  peace ; 
Nor  dare  tumultuous  foes  invade, 
To  fill  thy  worshippers  with  dread. 

2  These  walls  we  to  thy  honor  raise ; 
Long  may  they  echo  to  thy  praise  ! 
And  thou,  descending,  fill  the  place 
With  choicest  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

3  And  in  the  great  decisive  day 
When  God  the  nations  shall  survey, 
May  it  before  the  world  appear, 
That  crowds  were  born  to  glory  here. 

HYMN  522.     L.  M.     [232] 

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. 

2  Might  I  enjoy  the  meanest  place 
Within  thine  house,  O  God  of  grace, 


330  DEDICATION* 

Not  tents  of  ease,  nor  thrones  of  power, 
Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  thy  door. 

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

4  All  needful  grace  will  God  bestow, 
And  crown  that  grace  with  glory  too; 
He  gives  us  all  things,  and  withholds 
No  real  good  from  upright  souls. 

HYMN  623.     S.  M.  '  [233] 

GREAT  is  the  Lord  our  God, 

And  let  his  praise  be  great ; 
He  makes  his  churches  his  abode, 

His  most  delightful  seat. 

2  These  temples  of  his  grace, 
How  beautiful  they  stand  ! 

The  honors  of  our  native  place, 
And  bulwarks  of  our  land. 

3  In  Zion  God  is  known, 
A  refuge  in  distress  ; 

How  bright  has  his  salvation  shone 
Through  all  her  palaces ! 

4  In  every  new  distress 
We'll  to  his  house  repair  ; 

We'll  think  upon  his  wond'rous  grace. 
And  seek  deliverance  there. 

HYMN  524.    L.  M.     [233] 

BEHOLD  thy  temple,  God  of  grace. 
The  house  that  we  have  rear'd  for  thee, 

Regard  it  as  thy  resting  place. 
And  fill  it  with  thy  majesty. 

2  With  outstretched  hands  on  thee  we  call, 
Prostrate  before  thy  throne  we  bow  ; 


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O,  let  the  cloud  of  glory  fall 

Oil  all  thy  waiting  servants  now. 

3  Now  by  thy  presence  sanctify 
This  earthly  sanctuary,  Lord  ; 

And  to  its  courts  be  ever  nigh, 

And  here  thy  hallow'd  name  record. 

4  When  from  its  altar  shall  arise 
Joint  supplication  to  thy  name, 

Deign  to  accept  the  sacrifice, 

Thyself  our  answering  God  proclaim. 

5  Now,  therefore,  O  our  God  arise, 
In  this  thy  resting  place  appear ; 

And  let  thy  people's  longing  eyes 
Behold  thee  fix  thy  dwelling  here. 

HYMN  525.     L.  M.     [234] 

FOUNTAIN  of  life,  enthroned  above, 
Tu  thee  our  grateful  songs  shall  rise ; 

And  may  this  tribute  of  our  love 
Prove  an  accepted  sacrifice. 

2  Tho'  poor  the  offering,  wilt  thou  deign 
In  mercy  to  accept  it.  Lord  ! 

Show  us  that  thou  canst  dwell  with  men, 
And  make  this  temple  thine  abode. 

3  Here  may  our  supplications  rise, 
As  holy  incense  to  thy  throne  ; 

And  grace  descend  in  rich  supplies, 
To  make  thy  power  and  mercy  known. 

4  These  walls  shall  to  thy  praise  resound, 
Till  we  arise  to  dwell  with  thee ; 

May  future  ages  catch  the  sound. 
And  still  prolong  the  melody. 

HYMN  526.     L.  M.     [426] 

THE  perfect  world,  by  Adam  trod. 
Was  the  first  temple,  built  by  God  ; 


332  DEDICATION. 

His  fiat  laid  tiie  corner  stone: 

He  spake,  and  lo  !  tlie  work  was  done. 

2  He  liung  its  starry  roof  on  high, 
The  broad  expanse  of  azure  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  rung, 
The  morning  stars  together  sung. 

4  Lord,  'tis  not  ours  to  make  the  sea, 
And  earth,  and  sky,  a  house  for  thee ; 
But  in  thy  sight  our  offering  stands, 
An  humble  temple  built  with  hands. 

HYMN  527.     L.  M. 

AND  will  the  great  eternal  God 
On  earth  establish  his  abode  ? 
And  will  he,  from  his  radiant  throne 
Avow  our  temple  for  his  own  ? 

2  We  bring  the  tribute  of  our  praise  ; 
And  sing  that  condescending  grace. 
Which  to  our  notes  will  lend  an  ear, 
And  call  us  sinful  mortals  near. 

3  Our  Father's  watchful  care  we  bless, 
Which  guards  our  synagogues  in  peace ! 
That  no  tumultuous  foes  invade, 

To  fill  our  worshippers  with  dread. 

4  These  walls  we  to  thy  honor  raise  ; 
Long  may  they  echo  to  thy  praise  ; 
And  thou,  descending,  fill  the  place, 
With  choicest  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

5  Here  let  the  great  Redeemer  reign. 
With  all  the  glories  of  his  train ; 
While  power  divine  his  word  attends, 
To  cojiquer  foes,  and  cheer  his  friends. 


DEDICATION.  333 

6  And  in  the  great  decisive  day, 
When  God  the  nations  shall  survey, 
May  it  before  the  world  appear, 
That  crowds  w^ere  born  to  glory  here. 

HYMN  528.     L.  M.     [424] 

HERE,  in  thy  name,  eternal  God, 
We  build  this  earthly  house  for  thee ; 

O,  choose  it  for  thy  fixed  abode. 
And  guard  it  long  from  error  free. 

2  Here,  when  thy  people  seek  thy  face, 
And  dying  sinners  pray  to  live, 

Hear  thou,  in  heaven,  thy  dwelling-place, 
And  when  thou  hearest,  Lord,  forgive. 

3  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. 

4  When  children's  voices  raise  the  song, 
Hosanna !  to  their  heavenly  King, 

Let  heaven  with  earth  the  strain  prolong ; 
Hosanna  !  let  the  angels  sing. 

5  But  will,  indeed,  Jehovah  deign 
Here  to  abide,  no  transient  guest  ? 

Here  will  our  great  Redeemer  reign, 
And  here  the  Holy  Spirit  rest  1 

6  Thy  glory  never  hence  depart, 

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

HYMN  529.     P.  M.     [336] 

THOU,  who  hast  in  Zion  laid 

The  true  Foundation-stone, 
And  with  those  a  covenant  made, 

Who  build  on  that  alone : 


334  BIRTH-DAY. 

Hear  us,  Architect  divine  ! 

Great  builder  of  thy  church  below  : 
Now  upon  thy  servants  shine, 

Who  seek  thy  praise  to  show. 

2  We,  hke  Jesse's  son,  would  raise 
A  temple  to  the  Lord ; 

Sound  throughout  its  courts  His  praise, 

His  saving  name  record  ; 
Dedicate  a  house  to  Him, 

Who,  once  in  mortal  weakness  shrined, 
Sorrow'd,  suffer 'd  to  redeem, 

To  rescue  all  mankind. 

3  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  send 
The  consecrating  flame ; 

Now  in  majesty  descend, 

Inscribe  the  living  name  ; 
That  great  name  by  wliich  we  live. 

Now  write  on  this  accepted  stone  ; 
Us  into  thy  hands  receive, 

Our  temple  make  thy  throne. 


BIRTH-DAY. 


HYMN  530.     H.  M.     [235] 

GOD  of  my  life,  to  thee 
My  cheerful  soul  I  raise  ! 

Thy  goodness  bade  me  be, 
And  still  prolongs  my  days  ; 

1  see  my  natal  hour  return. 

And  bless  the  day  that  I  was  born. 

2  Long  as  I  live  beneath, 
To  thee,  O  let  me  live  ; 


BIRTH-DAY.  335 

To  thee  my  every  breath 

In  thanks  and  praises  give  ; 
Whate'er  I  have,  whate'er  I  am, 
ShaU  magnify  my  Maker's  name. 

3  My  soul  and  all  its  powers, 
Thine,  wholly  thine  shall  be  ; 

All,  all  my  happy  hours 

I  consecrate  to  thee  : 
Me  to  tliine  image  now  restore, 
And  I  shall  praise  thee  evermore. 

4  Then  when  the  work  is  done, 
The  work  of  faith  with  power, 

Receive  thy  favor'd  son, 

In  death's  triumphant  hour- 
Like  Moses  to  thyself  convey. 
And  kiss  my  raptur'd  soul  away. 

HYMN   531.     lis.  &9s.     [536] 

AWAY  with  our  fears !     The  glad  morning 
appears, 

When  an  heir  of  salvation  was  born  ! 
From  Jehovah  I  came,  for  his  glory  I  am. 

And  to  him  I  with  singing  return. 

2  O,  the  infinite  cares,  and  temptations,  and 

snares. 
Thy  hand  hath  conducted  me  through ! 
O,  the  blessings  bestow'd  by  a  bountiful  God, 

And  the  mercies  eternally  new. 

3  What  a  mercy  is  this ;  what  a  heaven  of  bliss, 
How  unspeakably  happy  am  I ! 

Gathered  into  thy  fold,  with  thy  people  enroll'd, 
With  thy  people  to  live  and  to  die. 

4  My  remnant  of  days  I  spend  in  his  praise. 
Who  died  the  whole  world  to  redeem  ; 

Be  they  many  or  few,  my  days  are  his  due, 
And  they  all  are  devoted  to  him. 


336  THANKSGIVING    DAY. 

THANKSGIVING  DAY. 


HYMN  532.     C.  M.     [237] 

WHEN  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God, 

My  rising  soul  surveys — 
Transported  with  the  view,  I'm  lost 

In  wonder,  love,  and  praise ! 

2  O,  how  can  words  with  equal  warmth 
The  gratitude  declare, 

That  glows  within  my  ravish'd  heart? — 
But  thou  canst  read  it  there  ! 

3  To  all  my  weak  complaints  and  cries, 
Thy  mercy  lent  an  ear  ; 

Ere  yet  my  feeble  thoughts  had  learn'd 
To  form  themselves  in  prayer. 

4  Unnumber'd  comforts  on  my  soul 
Thy  tender  care  bestow'd. 

Before  my  infant  heart  conceiv'd 
From  whom  those  comforts  flowed. 

HYMN     533.     C.  M.     [237] 

WHEN  in  the  slippery  paths  of  youth, 

With  heedless  steps  I  ran ; 
Thine  arm,  unseen,  convey'd  me  safe. 

And  led  me  up  to  man. 

2  Thro'  hidden  dangers,  toils  and  deaths, 
It  gently  clear'd  my  way  ; 

And  thro'  the  pleasing  snares  of  vice, 
More  to  be  feared  than  they. 

3  Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts 
My  daily  thanks  employ; 

Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart. 
That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 


THANKSGIVING    DAY.  337 

4  Through  every  period  of  my  life 
Thy  goodness  I'll  pursue  ; 

And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds, 
The  pleasing  theme  renew. 

5  Through  all  eternity  to  thee 
A  grateful  song  I'll  raise  ; 

But  O  !  eternity's  too  short 
To  utter  all  thy  praise, 

HYMN  534.     L.  M. 

GOD  of  my  life,  through  all  my  days, 
My  grateful  powers  shall  sound  thy  praise ; 
My  song  shall  w^ake  wdth  opening  light, 
And  cheer  the  dark  and  silent  night. 

2  When  death  o'er  nature  shall  prevail, 
And  all  the  powers  of  language  fail, 

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

3  But  O,  when  that  last  conflict's  o'er, 
And  I  am  chain'd  to  earth  no  more, 
With  wdiat  glad  accents  shall  I  rise, 
To  join  the  music  of  the  skies  ! 

4  Soon  shall  I  learn  the  exalted  strains, 
Which  echo  through  the  heavenly  plains ; 
And  emulate  with  joy  unknown, 

The  glowing  seraphs  rouncf  tJie  throne, 

5  The  cheerful  tribute  will  I  give, 
Long  as  a  deathlass  soul  shall  live  : 
A  work  so  sweet,  a  theme  so  high, 
Demands  and  crowns  eternity. 


15 


338  NATIVITT, 

NATIVITY. 


HYMN  535.     C.  M. 

WHILE  shepherds  watched  their  flocks  by 
night, 

All  seated  on  the  ground, 
llie  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 

And  glory  shone  around. 

2  "  Fear  not,"  said  he,  (for  mighty  dread 
Had  seiz'd  their  troubled  mind,) 

*'  Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring 
To  you  and  all  mankind. 

3  "  To  you,  in  David's  tow~n,  this  day, 
Is  born  of  David's  line, 

The  Saviour  who  is  Christ  the  Lord  ; 
And  tills  shall  be  the  sign  : 

4  "  The  heavenly  babe  you  there  shall  find 
To  human  view  display'd, 

All  meanly  wrapp'd  in  swathing  bands, 
And  in  a  manger  laid." 

5  Thus  spake  the  seraph,  and  forthwith 
Appeared  a  shining  throng 

Of  angels  praising  God,  on  highy 
And  thus  address'd  their  song  : 

6  "  All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 
And  to  the  earth  be  peace  ; 

Good  will  henceforth,  from  heaven  to  men, 
Begin  and  never  cease. 

HYMN  536.     C.  M. 

SHEPHERDS,  rejoice,  lift  up  your  eyes, 

And  send  your  fears  away, 
News  from  the  regions  of  the  skies — 

A  Saviour's  born  to-day. 


NATIVITY.  .339 

2  Jesus,  the  God  whom  angels  fear, 
Comes  down  to  dwell  with  you ; 

To-day  he  makes  his  entrance  here, 
But  not  as  monarchs  do. 

3  Thus  Gabriel  sang,  and  straight  around, 
The  heavenly  armies  throng  ; 

They  tune  their  harps  to  lofty  sound. 
And  thus  conclude  the  song  : 

4  "  Go  shepherds,  where  the  infant  lies, 
And  see  his  humble  throne ; 

With  tears  of  joy  in  all  your  eyes. 
Go  shepherds,  kiss  the  Son. 

5  "  Glory  to  God  that  reigns  above. 
Let  peace  surround  tlie  earth  ; 

Mortals  shall  know  their  Maker's  love. 
At  their  Redeemer's  birth." 

6  Lord  !  and  shall  angels  have  their  songs, 
And  man  no  tunes  to  raise  7 

Oh,  may  we  lose  these  useless  tongues 
When  we  forget  to  praise  ! 

HYMN  537.     C.  M.     [240] 

MORTALS,  awake,  with  angels  join. 

And  chant  the  solemn  la}^ ; 
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  legions  ran, 
And  strung  and  tun'd  the  lyre. 

3  Swift  through  the  vast  expanse  it  flew. 
And  loud  the  echo  roU'd ; 

The  theme,  the  song,  the  joy  was  new, 
'Twas  more  than  heaven  could  hold. 

4  Down  through  the  portals  of  the  sky, 
The  impetuous  torrent  ran ; 


340  NATIVITY. 

And  angels  flew  with  eager  joy, 
To  bear  the  news  to  man. 

5  Hail,  Prince  of  Life,  for  ever  hail ! 

Redeemer,  Brother,  Friend  ! 
Tho'  earth,  and  time,  and  life  should  fail, 

Thy  praise  shall  never  end. 

HYMN  538.     C.  M.     [241] 

O  SAVIOUR,  whom  this  holy  morn 

Gave  to  our  world  below, 
To  mortals  want  and  labor  l3orn, 

And  more  than  mortal  wo — 

2  Incarnate  Word,  by  every  grief, 
By  each  temptation  tried, 

Who  lives  to  yield  our  ills  relief, 
And  to  redeem  us  died — 

3  If  gaily  clothed  and  proudly  fed, 
In  dangerous  wealth  we  dwell. 

Remind  us  of  thy  manger  bed, 
And  lowly  cottage  cell. 

4  If  pressed  by  poverty  severe, 
In  envious  want  we  pine, 

O,  may  thy  Spirit  whisper  near, 
How  poor  a  lot  was  thine. 

5  Through  fickle  fortune's  various  scene 
From  sin  preserve  us  free ; 

Like  us  thou  hast  a  mourner  been, 
May  we  rejoice  with  thee. 

HYMN  539.     7s. 

HARK !  the  herald-angels  sing, 
"  Glory  to  the  new-born  King  ; 
Peace  on  earth  and  mercy  mild  ; 
God  and  sinners  reconciled  ;" 
Joyful  all  ye  nations  rise, 
Join  the  triumphs  of  the  skies : , 


NATIVITV.  341 

With  th'  angelic  hosts  proclaim, 
"  Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem." 

2  Hail,  the  heaven-born  Prince  of  Peace ! 
Hail,  the  Sun  of  Righteousness  ! 

Light  and  life  to  all  he  brings, 
Ris'n  with  healing  in  his  wings  : 
Mild  he  lays  his  glory  by. 
Born  that  man  no  more  may  die ; 
Born  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth  ;  • 

Born  to  give  them  second  birth. 

3  Come,  Desire  of  Nations,  come ! 
Fix  in  us  thy  humble  home  ; 
Rise  the  woman's  conqu'ring  seed, 
Bruise  in  us  the  serpent's  head ; 
Adam's  likeness  now  efface, 
Stamp  thine  image  in  its  place : 
Second  Adam  from  above, 
Reinstate  us  in  thy  love. 

HYMN  540.     L.  M.     [407] 

ERE  the  blue  heav'ns  were  stretched  abroad, 
From  everlasting  was  the  word  ; 

With  God  he  was — the  Word  was  God, 
And  must  divinely  be  ador'd. 

2  By  his  own  pow'r  were  all  things  made ; 
By  him  supported,  all  things  stand  ; 

He  is  the  whole  creation's  head, 
And  angels  fly  at  his  command. 

3  But  lo,  his  heaVnly  form  he  leaves, 

The  Word  descends  and  dwells  with  clay  ; 
The  form  of  men  he  now  receives, 
Dress'd  in  such  feeble  flesh  as  they. 

4  Archangels  leave  their  high  abode 
To  learn  new  mysteries  here,  and  tell 

The  love  of  our  descending  God, 
The  glories  of  Immanuel ! 


342  NATIVITY. 

HYMN  541.     S.  M.     [407] 

THE  angel  hosts  appear 

O'er  Bethriiem's  honor  d  plain, 

While  thus  the  wond'ring  shepherds  hear 
The  heav'nly  rapt'rous  strain  : 

2  "  Glory  to  God  on  high, 
And  heav'nly  peace  on  earth ; 

Good  will  to  men,  to  angels  joy, 
At  tlie  Redeemer's  birth !" 

3  In  worship  so  divine, 

Let  saints  employ  their  tongues  ; 
With  the  celestial  host  we  join, 
And  loud  repeat  their  songs : 

4  "  Glory  to  God  on  high, 

And  heavenly  peace  on  earth  ; 
Good  will  to  men,  to  angels  joy, 
At  our  Redeemer's  birth  !" 

HYMN  512.    L.  M.     [314] 

SING,  all  in  heaven,  at  Jesus'  birth, 
Glory  to  God,  and  peace  on  earth ; 
Incarnate  love  in  Christ  is  seen, 
Pure  mercy  and  good  will  to  men. 

2  Praise  him,  extoll'd  above  all  height, 
Who  doth  in  worthless  worms  delight ; 
God  reconciled  in  Christ  confess, 
Your  present  and  eternal  peace. 

3  From  Jesus,  manifest  below. 
Rivers  of  pure  salvation  flow : 

And  pour  on  man's  distinguish'd  race, 
Their  everlasting  streams  of  grace. 

4  Sing,  every  soul  of  Adam's  line, 
The  favorite  attribute  divine ; 
Ascribing  with  the  hosts  above, 
All  glory  to  the  God  of  Love, 


IfEW    YEAK'5.  343 


NEW  YEAR'S. 


HYMN  543.     10s,  5s,  &  lis.     [243] 

COME  let  us  anew  our  journey  pursue, 

Roll  round  with  the  3ear, 
And  ne\^r  stand  still  till  the  Master  appear; 
His  adorable  will  let  us  gladly  fulfil, 

And  our  talents  improve. 
By  the  patience  of  hope,  and  the  labor  of  love. 

2  Our  life  as  a  dream,  our  time  as  a  sti'eam, 

Glides  swiftly  avvay, 
And  the  fugitive  moment  refuses  to  stay : 
The  arrovv^  is  flown,  the  moment  is  gone.; 

The  millennial  year 
Rushes  on  to  our  view^,  and  eternity's  here. 

3  O  that  each  in  the  day  of  His  coming  may 

say, 
"  I  have  fought  my  way  through  : 
I  have  finish'd  the  work  thou  didst  give  me  to 

do!" 
O  that  each  from  his  Lord  may  receive  the 
glad  word, 
"  Well  and  faithfully  done ! 
Enter  into  my  joy,  and   sit    down   on   my 
throne  r 

HYMN  544.     L.  M.     [244] 

ETERNAL  source  of  every  joy, 
Well  may  thy  praise  our  lips  employ, 
While  in  thy  temple  we  appear, 
Whose  goodness  crowns  the  circling  year. 


'^344  NEW     year's. 

2  The  flowery  spring  at  thy  command^ 
Embalms  the  air,  and  paints  the  land ; 
The  summer  rays  with  vigor  shine, 
To  raise  tlie  corn  and  cheer  the  vine. 

3  Thy  hand  in  autumn  richly  pours 
Through  all  our  coasts  redundant  stores  ; 
And  winters,  soften'd  by  tliy  care, 

No  more  a  face  of  horror  wear. 

4  Seasons  and  months,  and  weeks,  and  days- 
Demand  successive  songs  of  praise : 

Still  he  the  cheerful  homage  paid. 
With  opening  light  and  evening  shade. 

HYMN  545.     C.  M.     [214] 

SING  to  the  great  Jehovah's  praise-; 

All  praise  to  him  belongs, 
Who  kindly  lengthens  out  our  days, 

Demands  our  choicest  songs. 
His  providence  hath  brought  us  through 

Another  various  year ; 
We  all  with  vows  and  anthems  new^ 

Before  our  God  appear. 

2  Father,  thy  mercies  i>ast  we  own^ 
Thy  still  continued  care  : 

To  thee  presenting,  through  thy  Son, 

Whate'er  we  have  or  are. 
Our  lips  and  lives  shall  gladly  show 

The  wonders  of  thy  love, 
While  on  in  Jesus'  steps  we  go 

To  seek  thy  face  above. 

3  Our  residue  of  days  or  hours,. 
Thine,  wholly  thine,  shall  be  ; 

And  all  our  consecrated  powers, 

A  sacrifice  to  thee  ; 
Till  Jesus  in  the  clouds  appear, 

To  saints  on  earth  forgiven,. 


NEW      year's.  345 


And  bring  the  grand  sabbatic  year, 
The  jubilee  of  heaven. 

HYMN  546.     H.  M. 

THE  Lord  of  earth  and  sky, 
The  God  of  ages  praise  ! 

Who  reigns  enthron'd  on  high, 
Ancient  of  endless  days  ! 

Who  lengthens  out  our  trials  here. 

And  spares  us  yet  another  year. 

2  Barren  and  wither'd  trees. 

We  cuniber'd  long  the  ground  ! 
No  fruit  of  holiness 

On  our  dead  souls  was  found ! 
Yet  doth  he  us  in  mercy  spare, 
Another,  and  another  year. 

3  When  justice  bar'd  the  sword, 
To  cut  the  fig-tree  down, 

The  pity  of  the  Lord 

Cried,  "  Let  it  still  alone  !" 
The  Father  mild  inclines  his  ear. 
And  spares  us  yet  another  year. 

4  Jesus,  thy  speaking  blood, 
From  God  obtain'd  the  grace ; 

Who  therefore  hath  bestow'd 

On  us  a  longer  space  ; 
Thou  didst  in  our  behalf  appear. 
And  lo  !  we  see  another  year ! 

5  Then  dig  about  the  root, 
Break  up  our  fallow  ground. 

And  let  our  gracious  fruit 

To  thy  great  praise  abound  ; 
O,  let  us  all  thy  praise  declare. 
And  fruit  unto  perfection  bear. 
15* 


346  NEW     year's. 

HYMN  547.     L.  M.     [442] 

GREAT  God,  we  sing  that  mighty  hand 
By  which  supported  still  we  stand  : 
The  opening  year  thy  mercy  shows ; 
Let  mercy  crown  it  till  it  close. 

2  By  day,  by  night,  at  home,  abroad, 
Still  we  are  guarded  by  our  God : 
By  his  incessant  bounty  fed. 

By  his  unerring  counsel  led. 

3  With  grateful  liearts  the  past  we  own; 
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  gooilness  all  our  hopes  shall  raise. 
Adored  through  all  our  changing  days, 

HYMN  548.     L.  M.     [439] 

GOD  of  eternity,  from  thee 

Did  infant  Time  his  being  draw ; 

Moments,  and  days,  and  months  and  years 
Revolve  by  thine  unvaried  law. 

2  Silent  and  slow  they  glide  away; 
Steady  and  strong  the  current  fiow^s, 

Lost  in  eternity's  wide  sea — 

The  boundless  gulf  from  whence  it  rose. 

3  With  it  the  thoughtless  sons  of  men 
LTpon  the  rapid  streams  are  borne, 

Swift  on  to  their  eternal  home, 

Whence  not  one  soul  can  e'er  return. 

4  Yet,  while  the  shore,  on  either  side, 
Presents  a  gaudy  (lattering  show, 

We  gaze,  in  fond  amazement  lost, 
Nor  think  to  what  a  world  we  go. 


>jE\v  vear's^.  347 

5  Great  Source  of  wisdom,  teach  my  heart 
To  know  the  price  of  every  hour  ; 

That  time  may  bear  me  on  to  joys, 
Beyond  its  measure  and  its  power, 

HYMN    549.     C.  M.     [439] 

AND  now  my  soul,  another  year 
Of  thy  short  Mfe  is  past ; 

1  cannot  long  continue  here 

And  this  may  be  my  last. 

2  Much  of  my  hasty  life  is  gone, 
Nor  will  return  again ; 

And  swift  my  passing  moments  run, 
The  few  that  yet  remain. 

3  Awake,  my  soul ;  with  utmost  care 
Thy  true  condition  learn  : 

What  are  thy  hopes  ?  how  sure  7  how  fair  1 

What  is  thy  great  concern  ? 
4  Behold,  another  year  begins  ; 

Set  out  afresh  for  heaven ; 
Seek  pardon  for  my  former  sins, 

In  Christ  so  freely  given. 

HYMN  550.     L.  M.     [440] 

OUR  Helper,  God,  we  bless  his  name. 
Whose  love  forever  is  the  same ; 
The  tokens  of  whose  gracious  care 
Begin,  and  crowm,  and  close  the  year, 

2  Amid  ten  thousand  snares  we  stand, 
Supported  by  his  guardian  hand; 
And  see,  when  we  review  our  ways, 
Ten  thousand  monuments  of  praise. 

3  Thus  far  his  arm  hath  led  us  on  ; 
Tliii^  hv  we  Jii'ike  his  mercy  known ; 
And  While  we  tread  this  desert  land, 
New  mercies  shall  new  songs  demand. 


348  THE    SABBATH. 

4  Oar  grateful  souls  on  Jordan's  shore^ 
Shall  raise  one  sacred  pillar  more, 
Then  bear,  in  his  bright  courts  above^ 
Inscriptions  of  immortal  love. 


THE  SABBATH. 


HYMN  551.     L.  M.     [24G] 

SWEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 
To  praise  thy  name,  give  thanks  and  sing 
To  show  tliy  love  by  morning  light. 
And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  by  night. 

2  Sw^eet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest, 

No  mortal  cares  shall  seize  my  breast ; 
O,  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound ! 

3  When  grace  has  purified  my  heart, 
Then  I  shall  share  a  glorious  part: 
And  fresh  supplies  of  joys  are  shed, 
Like  holy  oil  to  cheer  my  head. 

4  Then  shall  I  see,  and  hear  and  know, 
All  I  desir'd  or  wdsh'd  below  ; 

And  every  hour  find  sweet  employ, 
In  that  eternal  w^orld  of  joy. 

HYMN    552.     C.  M.     [247] 

MAY  I,  throughout  this  day  of  thine, 

Be  in  thy  spirit,  Lord, 
Spirit  of  humble  fear  divine, 

That  trembles  at  thy  word. 

2  Spirit  of  faith,  my  heart  to  raise, 
And  fix  on  things  above ; 


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Spirit  of  sacrifice  and  praise, 
Of  holiness  and  love. 

HYMN  553.     S.  M.     [247] 

WELCOME,  sweet  day  of  rest, 

That  saw  the  Lord  arise  : 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 

And  these  rejoicing  eyes  ! 

2  The  King  himself  comes  near, 
And  feasts  his  saints  to-day  ; 

Here  we  may  sit  and  see  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  One  day  in  such  a  place 
Where  thou,  my  God,  art  seen, 

Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days, 
Of  pleasurable  sin. 

4  My  willing  soul  w^ould  stay 
In  such  a  frame  as  this. 

And  sit  and  sing  herself  away, 
To  everlavSting  bliss. 

HYMN  554.     L.  M. 

RETURN,  my  soul,  enjoy  thy  rest, 
Improve  the  day  thy  God  has  blest, 
Another  six  days'  work  is  done. 
Another  Sabbath  is  begun. 

2  Come,  bless  the  Lord,  whose  love  assigns, 
So  sweet  a  rest  for  wearied  minds ; 
Provides  a  blest  foretaste  of  heaven, 

On  this  day  more  than  all  the  seven. 

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

And  draw  from  Christ  that  sweet  repose, 
Which  none  but  he  that  feels  it  knows. 

4  This  heavenly  calm  within  the  breast, 
Is  the  best  pledge  of  glorious  rest, 


350  THE    SABBATH. 

Which  for  the  Church  of  God  remains, 
The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pains. 

5  With  joy,  great  God,  thy  works  we  scan, 
Creation's  scene,  redemption's  plan, 
With  praise  we  think  on  mercies  past. 
With  hope  we  futm-e  pleasures  taste. 

HYMN  555.     L.   M.     [366] 

THINE  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love, 
But  there's  a  nobler  rest  above  ; 
To  that  our  longing  souls  aspire, 
With  cheerful  hope  and  strong  desire. 

2  No  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress, 
Nor  sin,  nor  death,  sliall  reach  the  place; 
No  groans  shall  mingle  with  the  songs 
Which  dwell  upon  immortal  tongues  ; 

3  No  rude  alarms  of  angry  foes, 
No  cares  to  break  the  long  repose ; 
No  midnight  vshade,  no  clouded  sun. 
But  sacred,  high,  eternal  noon. 

4  O  long-expected  day,  begin  ; 
Dawn  on  these  realms  of  pain  and  sin  ; 
With  joy  we'll  tread  th'  appointed  road, 
And  sleep  in  death,  to  rest  with  God. 

HYMN  556.     H.  M. 

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, 

1  soar  to  reach  immortal  joys. 

2  Now  may  the  King  descend. 
And  fill  his  throne  of  grace ; 

Thv  sceptre,  Lord,  extend. 
While  saints  address  thy  face : 


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Let  sinners  feel  thy  quickening  word, 
And  learn  to  know  and  fear  the  Lord. 

3  Descend,  celestial  Dove, 

With  all  thy  qiiick'ning  powers ; 

Disclose  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  bless  the  sacred  hours : 

Then  shall  my  soul  new  life  obtain, 

Nor  Sabbaths  be  indulged  in  vain. 

HYMN  557.     7s.     [402] 

IN  thy  house  while  now  we  sing, 
Tune  our  hearts,  O  heavenly  King! 
Then  our  joyful  souls  shall  bless 
Thee,  the  Lord,  our  Righteousness  ! 

2  While  to  Thee  our  pray'rs  ascend, 

Let  thine  ear  in  love  attend :  ^^ 

Hear  us,  for  thy  Spirit  pleads :  '" 

Hear, — for  Jesus  intercedes  ! 

3  While  we  hear  thy  word  with  awe, 
While  we  tremble  at  thy  law. 

Let  thy  gospel's  wondrous  love, 
Ev'ry  doubt  and  fear  remove. 

4  From  thy  house  when  we  return, 
Let  our  hearts  within  us  burn  : 
This,  at  evening,  we  shall  say, — 

"  We  have  vvalk'd  with  God  to-day !" 

HYMN  558.    L.  M.     [365] 

THIS  day  the  Lord  has  called  his  own*; 

O  let  us,  then,  his  praise  declare  ; 
Fix  our  desires  on  him  alone. 

And  seek  his  face  with  fervent  prayer. 

2  Lord,  in  thy  love  we  would  rejoice. 
Which  bids  the  burdened  vsoul  be  free. 

And  with  united  heart  and  voice, 
Devote  these  sacred  hours  to  thee. 


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3  Now  let  the  world's  delusive  things 

No  more  our  grovelling  thoughts  employ, 
But  Faith  be  taught  to  stretch  her  wings, 
In  search  of  heaven's  unfailing  joy. 

4  O  let  these  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord, 
Be  to  our  lasting  welfare  blest ; 

The  purest  comfort  here  afford, 
And  fit  us  for  eternal  rest. 

HYMN  559.     C.  M.     [364] 

WHEN  the  worn  spirit  wants  repose, 

And  sighs  her  God  to  seek, 
How  sweet  to  hail  the  evening's  close, 

That  ends  the  weary  week  ! 

2  How  sweet  to  hail  the  early  dawn. 
That  opens  on  the  sight, 

When  first  that  soul-reviving  morn. 
Sheds  forth  new  rays  of  light ! 

3  Sweet  day !  thine  hours  too  soon  will  cease ; 
Yet,  while  they  gently  roll, 

Breathe,  lieavenly  Spirit,  source  of  peace, 
A  Sabbath  o'er  my  soul. 

4  When  will  my  pilgrimage  be  done, 
The  world's  long  week  be  o'er, 

That  Sabbath  dawn  which  needs  no  sun. 
That  day  which  fades  no  more  ? 


SABBATH  SCHOOLS. 


HYMN  560.     L.   M.     [249] 

FROM  year  to  year  in  love  we  meet. 
From  year  to  year  in  peace  we  part ; 

Tlie  tongues  of  thousands  uttering  sweet 
The  bosom-joy  of  every  heart. 


SABBATH    SCHOOLS. 

2  But  time  rolls  on,  and  year  by  year 
We  change,  grow  up,  or  pass  away ; 

Not  twice  the  same  assembly  here 
Have  hailed  the  children's  festal  day. 

3  Death,  ere  another  spring,  may  strike 
Some  in  our  union,  marked  to  fall ; 

Be  young  and  old  prepared  alike — 
The  warning  is  to  each,  to  all. 

4  Tiiis  sole  occasion,  then,  is  om's  ; 
This  day  we  ne'er  again  shall  see ; 

Lord  God,  awaken  all  our  powers 
To  spend  it  for  eternity. 

HYMN  561.     C.  M.     [250] 

O  WISDOM,  whose  unfailing  power 

Beside  th'  Eternal  stood, 
To  i'rame,  in  nature's  earliest  hour, 

The  land,  the  sky,  the  flood ; 

2  Yet  didst  not  Thou  disdain  awliile 
An  infant  form  to  wear  ; 

To  bless  thy  mother  with  a  smile, 
And  lisp  thy  faltered  prayer. 

3  But  in  thy  Father's  own  abode, 
With  Israel's  elders  round, 

Conversing  high  with  Israel's  God, 
Thy  chiefest  joy  was  found. 

4  So  may  our  youth  adore  thy  name ; 
And,  Saviour  deign  to  bless, 

With  fostering  grace,  the  timid  flame 
Of  early  holiness. 

HYMN  5G2.     C.  M.     [251] 

BY  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill. 

How  fiiir  the  lily  grows ! 
How  sw^eet  the  breath  beneath  the  hill 

Of  Sharon's  dewy  rose. 


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354  sAbbath  schools. 

2  Lo  !  such  the  child  whose  early  feet 
The  paths  of  peace  have  trod  ; 

Whose  secret  heart,  with  influence  sweet, 
Is  upward  drawn  to  God. 

3  By  cool  Siloani's  shady  rill 
Tiie  lily  must  decay ; 

The  rose  that  blooms  beneath  the  hill, 
Must  shortly  fade  away. 

4  And  soon,  too  soon,  the  wintry  hour 
Of  man's  maturer  age, 

Will  shake  the  soul  with  sorrow's  power, 
x\nd  stormy  passion's  rage. 

HYMN   563.     7s.     [428] 

GOD  of  mercy  hear  our  prayer 
For  the  children  thou  hast  given ; 

Let  them  all  thy  blessings  share — • 
Grace  on  eartii  and  bliss  in  heaven. 

2  In  the  morning  of  their  days 
May  their  Jiearts  be  drawn  to  thee ; 

Let  them  learn  to  lisp  thy  praise 
In  their  earliest  infancy. 

3  When  we  see  their  passions  rise, 
Sinful  habits  unsubdued, 

Then  to  thee  we  lift  our  eyes, 

That  their  hearts  may  be  renewed. 

4  Cleanse  their  souls  from  every  stain, 
Thro'  the  Saviour's  precious  blood  ; 

Let  them  all  be  born  again, 
And  be  reconciled  to  God. 

5  For  this  mercy,  Lord,  we  cry; 
Bend  thine  ever  gracious  ear ; 

While  on  thee  our  souls  rely, 
Hear  our  praver — in  mercy  hear. 


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HYMN   664.     L.  M, 

WE  are  but  young — yet  we  may  sing 
The  praises  of  our  iieavenly  King  ; 
He  made  the  earth,  the  sea,  the  sky, 
And  all  the  starry  worlds  on  high. 

2  We  are  but  young — yet  we  have  heard 
The  gospel  news,  the  heavenly  word  : 

If  we  despise  the  only  way, 
Dreadful  will  be  the  judgment  day. 

3  We  are  but  young — yet  we  must  die, 
Perhaps  our  latter  end  is  nigh  ; 

Lord,  may  we  early  seek  thy  grace. 
And  find  in  Christ  a  hiding-place. 

4  We  are  but  young — we  need  a  guide ; 
Jesus,  in  thee  we  would  confide ; 

O  lead  us  in  the  path  of  truth, 
Protect  and  bless  our  helpless  youth. 

5  We  are  but  young — yet  God  has  shed 
Unnumbered  blessings  on  our  head  ; 
Then  let  our  youth  and  riper  days 

Be  all  devoted  to  his  praise. 

HYMN  565.     7s. 

SOON  will  set  the  Sabbath  sun, 
Soon  the  sacred  day  be  gone  ; 
But  a  sweeter  rest  remains, 
Where  the  glorious  Saviour  reigns. 

2  Pleasant  is  the  Sabbath  bell, 
Seeming  much  of  joy  to  tell ; 
Kind  our  teachers  are  to-day, 
In  the  school  we  love  to  stay. 

3  But  a  music  sweeter  far, 
Breathes,  where  angel-spirits  are  ; 
lli'^her  far  than  earthly  strains, 

VV  here  the  rest  of  God  remains. 


356  SABBATH    SCHOOLS. 

4  Shall  we  ever  rise  to  dwell 
Where  immortal  praises  swell  7 
And  can  children  ever  go 
Where  eternal  Sabbaths  glow  1 

5  Yes  : — that  rest  our  own  may  be^ 
All  the  good  shall  Jesus  see ; 

For  the  good  a  rest  remains, 
Where  the  glorious  Saviour  reigns. 

HYMN  566.     7s. 

HOLY  Bible !  book  divine ; 
Precious  treasure  !  thou  art  mine  ! 
Mine,  to  tell  me  whence  I  came ; 
Mine,  to  teach  me  what  I  am. 

2  Mine,  to  chide  me  when  I  rove ; 
Mine,  to  show  a  Saviour's  love  ; 
Mine  art  thou  to  guide  my  feet, 
Mine,  to  judge,  condemn,  acquit. 

3  Mine,  to  comfort  in  distress, 
If  the  holy  spirit  bless  ; 
Mine,  to  show  by  living  faith 
Man  can  triumph  over  death. 

4  Mine,  to  tell  of  joys  to  come, 
And  the  rebel  sinner's  doom ! 
O  thou  precious  book  divine  ! 
Precious  treasure  !  tiiou  art  mine  ! 

HYMN  567.     L.  M. 

THE  clock  has  struck,  I  cannot  stay, 
O.  let  me  rise  and  haste  away  ; 
I'll  quit  my  bed,  and  leave  my  home, 
The  hour  of  school  at  length  is  come. 

2  I  would  be  there  when  prayer  begins, 
To  seek  the  pardon  of  my  sins  ; 


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I'd  ask  the  favour  of  the  Lord, 
And  pray  to  understand  his  word. 

3  O  shall  my  teachers  wait  in  vain, 
While  my  neglect  must  give  them  pain? 
No,  let  me  rather  strive  to  be 

First  of  their  little  family. 

4  These  Sabbath  days  will  soon  be  o'er, 
And  I  shall  go  to  school  no  more ; 

1  would  not  then  endure  the  pain 
Of  having  spent  my  time  in  vain. 

HYMN  568.     7s  &  6s. 

TO  thee,  O  blessed  Saviour, 

Our  grateful  songs  we  raise ; 
O  tune  our  hearts  and  voices, 

Thy  holy  name  to  praise  ;  -  ^ 

'Tis  by  thy  sovereign  mercy 

We're  here  allow'd  to  meet ; 
To  join  with  friends  and  teachers, 

Thy  blessing  to  entreat. 

2  Lord,  guide  and  bless  our  teachers. 
Who  labor  for  our  good ; 

And  may  the  holy  scriptures 

By  us  be  understood 
O  may  our  hearts  be  given 

To  thee  our  glorious  King  ; 
That  we  may  meet  in  heaven. 

Thy  praises  there  to  sing. 

3  And  may  the  precious  gospel 
Be  published  all  abroad, 

Till  the  benighted  heathen. 

Shall  know  and  serve  the  Lord  : 

Till  o'er  the  wide  creation 
The  rays  of  truth  shall  shine, 

And  nations  now  in  darkness, 
Arise  to  light  divine. 


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HYMN  569.     L.  M. 

WELCOME,  sweet  morn,  we  hail  with  joy, 

Thy  holy  light,  thy  blest  employ ; 

And  come  a  little  favored  band, 

One  sacred  hour  with  Christ  to  spend. 

2  Our  infant  hearts  would  humbly  pray 
That  he  will  bless  our  school  to-day ; 
To  him  our  joyful  notes  of  praise, 
With  one  united  voice  we  raise. 

3  An  offering  to  our  heavenly  King 
Of  Glad  hosannas  now  we  bring  ; 
And  hope  at  last  in  his  embrace, 
Secure  from  sin,  to  find  a  place. 

HYMN  570.     C.  M. 

DEATft  has  been  here,  and  borne  away 

A  brother  from  our  side, — 
Just  in  the  morning  of  his  day, 

As  young  as  we,  he  died. 

2  Not  long  ago,  he  filled  his  place, 
•  And  sat  with  us  to  learn  : 

But  he  has  run  his  mortal  race, 
And  never  can  return. 

3  Perhaps  our  time  may  be  as  short. 
Our  days  may  fly  as  fast ; 

O  Lord,  impress  the  solemn  thought. 
That  this  may  be  our  last ! 

4  All  needful  strength  is  thine  to  give  ; 
To  thee  our  souls  apply, 

For  grace  to  teach  us  how  to  live, 
And  make  us  fit  to  die. 

HYMN  571.     L.  M. 

DEAR  partner  of  our  hopes  and  fears, 
And  wilt  thou  here  no  longer  dwell. 


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To  share  our  toils,  and  joys,  and  tears  7 
And  must  we  bid  a  sad  farewell  1 

2  Yes,  thou  must  fill  thy  future  lot, 

Far  from  thy  fond  and  cherished  friends ; 
But  not  to  be  by  us  forgot 

While  life  its  beating  pulses  spend. 

3  We'll  think  of  thee  amid  the  scene 
Of  each  returning  Sabbath  day ; 

And  nowhere  else  with  grief  so  keen, 
Will  moLirn  that  thou  art  far  away. 

4  We'll  think  of  thee  whene'er  we  meet, 
Our  weekly  lessons  to  prepare  ; 

Nor  deem  our  social  band  complete, 

Whilst  thou,  dear  friend,  art  wanting  there. 

5  We'll  think  of  thee  around  the  board 
That  speaks  a  dying  Saviour's  love; 

And  trust  our  joy  will  be  restored 
In  endless  fellowship  above. 

6  Lord,  let  thy  care  his  footsteps  guard, 
Thy  choicest  blessings  fill  Ids  heart ; 

And  crown  him  with  thy  rich  reward, 

Where  Christian  friends  no  more  shall  part, 

HYMN  572.     L.  M. 

ASSEMBLED  in  our  school  once  more, 
O  I^ord,  thy  blessing  we  implore ; 
We  meet  to  read,  to  sing,  and  pray, 
Be  with  us,  then,  through  this  thy  day. 

2  Our  fervent  prayer  to  thee  ascends. 
For  parents,  teachers,  foes  and  friends ; 
And  when  w^e  in  thy  house  appear, 
Help  us  to  worship  in  thy  fear. 

3  When  we  on  earth  shall  meet  no  more, 
May  we  above  to  glory  soar ; 

And  praise  thee  in  more  lofty  strains, 
Where  one  eternal  Sabbath  reigns. 


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HYMN  573.     H.  M. 

WHEN  little  Samuel  woke, 
And  heard  his  Maker's  voice, 

At  every  word  he  spoke, 
How  much  did  he  rejoice  ; 

0  blessed,  happy  child,  to  find, 

The  God  of  heaven  so  near  and  kind. 

2  If  God  would  speak  to  me. 
And  say  he  was  my  friend, 

How  happy  I  should  l3e  ! 

O,  how  would  I  attend ! 
The  smallest  sin  I  then  should  fear, 
If  God  Almighty  were  so  near. 

3  And  does  he  never  speak  1 
O  yes  !  for  in  his  word 

He  bids  me  come  and  seek 

The  God  whom  Samuel  heard ; 
In  almost  every  page  I  see. 
The  God  of  Samuel  calls  to  me. 

4  And  I,  beneath  his  care 
May  safely  rest  my  head  ; 

1  know  that  God  is  there 

To  guard  my  humble  bed  : 
And  every  sin  I  well  may  fear 
Since  God  Almighty  is  so  near. 

5  Like  Sanmel,  let  me  say, 
When'er  I  read  his  word, 

"  Speak,  Lord,  I  would  obey 

The  voice  that  Samuel  heard  ;" 
And  when  I  in  thy  house  appear. 
Speak,  for  thy  servant  waits  to  hear. 

HYMN  574.     L.  M. 

A  MOURNING  class,  a  vacant  seat, 
Tells  us  that  one  we  loved  to  meet 
Will  join  our  youthful  throng  no  more, 
Till  all  these  changing  scenes  are  o'er. 


CHILDHEN     AND    YOUTH.  OK 

2  No  more  that  voice  we  loved  to  hear 
Shall  fill  his  teacher's  listening  ear  : 
No  more  its  tones  shall  join  to  swell 
The  songs  that  of  a  Saviour  tell. 

3  That  welcome  face,  that  sparkling  eye, 
And  sprightly  form,  must  buried  lie; 
Deep  in  the  cold  and  silent  gloom, 

The  rayless  night  that  fills  the  tomb. 

4  And  we  live  on,  but  none  can  say, 
How  near  or  distant  is  the  day 

When  death's  unwelcome  hand  shall  come. 
To  lay  us  in  our  narrow  home. 

5  God  tells  us,  by  this  mournful  death, 
How  vain  and  fleeting  is  our  breath  ; 
And  bids  our  souls  prepare  to  meet 
The  trial  of  his  judgment-seat 


CHILDREN  AND  YOUTH. 


HYMN   575.     C.  M.     [489] 

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. 
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362  CHILDREN    AND  YOUTH. 

4  With  flowing  tears  and  tliankful  hearts^. 

We  give  them  up  to  thee  ; 
Receive  them,  Lord,  into  thine  arms  ; 

Thine  may  they  ever  be. 

HYMN    576.     C.  M.     [445j 

HOW  SAvifl,  alas  \  the  moments  fly  1 

How  rush  the  years  along  ! 
Scarce  here,  yet  gone  already  by — 

The  burden  of  a  song. 

2  See  childhood,  youth,  and  manhood,  pas% 
And  age,  with  furrowed  brow  ; 

Time  was — time  shall  be — ^but,  alas! 
Where,  where  in  time  is  now  ? 

3  Time  is  the  measure  but  of  change ; 
No  present  hour  is  found  ; 

The  past,  the  future,  fill  the  range 
Of  time's  unceasing  round. 

4  Then,  pilgrim,  let  thy  joys  and  fears^ 
On  time  no  longer  lean : 

But  henceforth  all  thy  hopes  and  fears,. 
From  earth's  affections  wean. 

HYMN  577.     L.  M.     [376] 

CHILDREN  in  years  and  knowledge  young*y 
Your  parents'  hope,  your  parents'  joy, 

Attend  the  counsels  of  my  tongue  . 

Let  pious  thoughts  your  minds  employ. 

2  If  you  desire  a  length  of  days. 

And  peace  to  crown  your  mortal  state. 
Restrain  your  feet  from  sinful  ways, 
Your  lips  from  slander  and  deceit. 

3  To  humble  souls  and  broken  hearts, 
God  with  his  grace  is  ever  nigh  ; 

Pardon  and  hope  his  love  imparts, 
When  men  in  deep  contrition  lie. 


CHILDREN     AND     YOUTH.  363 

HYMN  578.     L.  M. 

1  MUST  not  sin  as  many  do, 
Lest  I  lie  down  in  sorrow  too, 
For  God  is  angry  every  day, 
With  wicked  ones  who  go  astray. 

2  From  sinful  words  I  must  refrain ; 
I  must  not  take  God's  name  in  vain ; 
I  must  not  work,  I  must  not  play 
Upon  God's  holy  Sabbath  day. 

3  And  if  my  parents  speak  the  word, 
I  must  obey  tiiem  in  the  Lord : 

Nor  steal,  nor  lie,  nor  waste  my  days 
In  idle  tales  and  foolish  plays. 

HYMN  579.     C.  M. 

1  LOVE  to  see  the  glowing  sun 

Light  up  the  deep  blue  sky, 
Along  the  pleasant  fields  to  run. 
And  hear  the  brook  flow  by. 

2  How  fresh  and  green  the  trees  appear ; 
What  blooming  flowers  I  find ! 

O,  surely  God  has  sent  them  here, 
To  tell  us  he  is  kind. 

3  The  beasts  that  on  the  herbage  feed 
Thank  him  in  different  ways ; 

And  little  birds  upon  the  boughs 
Sing  sweetly  to  his  praise. 

4  Shall  I  alone  forget  to  thank 
The  God  who  made  us  all ; 

O  no,  I'll  humbly  kneel  to  him, 
And  on  my  Maker  call. 

5  Though  I  am  but  a  little  child, 
Yet  I  to  God  belong ; 

His  works  declare  him  good  and  mild, 
And  he  will  hear  my  song. 


364  CHILDREN     AND    YOUTH. 

HYMN  580.     L.  M. 

THOU  great  Instructor  !  lest  I  stray, 
O  teach  my  erring  feet  thy  way ; 
Thy  truth,  with  ever  fresh  dehght, 
Shall  guide  my  youthful  steps  aright. 

2  How  oft  my  heart's  affections  yield, 
And  wander  o'er  the  world's  wide  field  ; 
My  roving  passions,  Lord,  reclaim, 
Unite  them  all  to  fear  thy  name. 

3  Then  to  my  God,  my  heart  and  tongue 
With  all  their  powers  shall  raise  the  song ; 
On  earth  thy  glories  I'll  declare. 

And  heaven  my  song  of  joy  shall  hear. 

HYMN  581.     C.  M. 
Young  Persons  invited  to  seek  and  love  Christ. 

YE  hearts  with  youthful  vigor  warm, 

In  smiling  cro\vds  draw  near ; 
And  turn  from  every  mortal  charm, 

A  Saviour's  voice  to  hear. 

2  He,  Lord  of  all  the  worlds  on  high, 
Stoops  to  converse  with  you; 

And  lays  his  radiant  glories  by, 
Your  welfare  to  pursue. 

3  "  The  soul  who  longs  to  see  my  face. 
Is  sure  my  love  to  gain ; 

And  those  who  early  seek  my  grace, 
Shall  never  seek  in  vain." 

4  What  object,  Lord,  my  soul  should  move, 
If  once  compar'd  with  thee  7 

What  beauty  should  command  my  love, 
Like  what  in  Christ  I  see  ? 

5  Away,  ye  false  delusive  toys, 
Vain  tempters  of  the  mind  ! 

Tis  here  I  fix  my  lasting  choice, 
And  here  true  bliss  I  find. 


MISSIONS.  365 

HYMN  582.     C.  P.  M. 
The  Orpliari's  Prayer. 

O  THOU  !  the  helpless  orphan's  hope, 
To  whom  alone  my  eyes  look  up, 

In  each  distressing  day  ! 
Father !  for  that's  the  sweetest  name 
That  e'er  these  lips  were  taught  to  frame, 

Instruct  this  heart  to  pray. 

2  Low  in  the  dust  my  parents  lie. 
And  no  attentive  ear  is  nigh, 

But  thine,  to  mark  my  wo  : 
No  hand  to  wipe  away  my  tears. 
No  gentle  voice  to  soothe  my  fears, 

Remains  to  me  below. 

3  And  if  thy  wisdom  should  decree 
An  early  sepulchre  for  me, 

Father,  thy  will  be  done : 
On  thy  dear  mercy  I  rely. 
And  if  I  live,  or  if  I  die, 

O  leave  me  not  alone. 


MISSIONS. 


HYMN  583.     L.  M.     [251] 

ON  all  the  earth  thy  Spirit  shower, 
The  earth  in  righteousness  renew; 

Thy  kingdom  come,  and  hell's  o'erpower ; 
And  to  thy  sceptre  all  subdue. 

2  Like  mighty  winds  or  torrents  fierce, 

Let  it  opposers  all  o'erturn  ; 
And  every  law  of  sin  reverse, 

That  faith  and  love  may  make  all  one. 


366  MISSIONS. 

3  Yea,  let  thy  Spirit  in  every  place, 
His  richest  energy  declare ; 

While  lovely  tempers,  fruits  of  grace, 
The  kingdom  of  thy  Christ  prepare. 

4  Grant  this,  O  holy  God,  and  true ! 
The  ancient  seers  thou  didst  inspire ! 

To  us  perform  the  promise  due. 

Descend  and  crown  us  now  with  fire. 

HYMN  584.     L.   M.     [252] 

JESUS  shall  reign  wdiere'er  the  sun, 
Does  his  successive  journeys  run ; 
His  kingdom  spread  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

2  From  north  to  south  the  princes  meet. 
To  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet ; 
While  western  empires  own  their  Lord, 
And  savage  trihes  attend  his  word. 

3  To  him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made, 
And  endless  praises  crown  his  head ; 
His  name  like  sweet  perfume  shall  rise 
With  every  morning  sacrifice. 

4  People  and  realms  of  every  tongue, 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  sweetest  song, 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  his  name. 

HYMN   585.     7s.     [253] 

SEE  how  great  a  flame  aspires, 
Kindled  by  a  spark  of  grace  ! 

Jesus'  love  the  nation  fires, 
Sets  the  kingdoms  on  a  blaze. 

To  bring  fire  on  earth  he  came ; 
Kindled  in  some  hearts  it  is 

O,  that  all  might  catcli  tlie  flame, 

All  partake  the  glorious  bliss ! 


MISSIONS.  367 

'2  When  he  first  the  work  begun, 

Small  and  feeble  was  his  day : 
Now  the  word  doth  swiftly  run, 

Now  it  wins  its  winding  way; 
More  and  more  it  spreads  and  grows, 

Ever  mighty  to  prevail; 
Sin's  strongholds  it  now  o'erthrows. 

Shakes  the  trembling  gates  of  helL 

^  Saw  ye  not  the  cloud  arise, 

Little  as  a  human  hand? 
Now  it  spreads  along  the  skies, 

Hangs  o'er  all  the  thirsty  land : 
Lo  !  the  promise  of  a  shower, 

Drops  already  from  above ; 
But  the  Lord  will  shortly  pour, 

All  the  spirit  of  his  love  ! 

HYMN  586.     L.  M.     [254] 

^TIS  now  the  time  of  strife  and  war, 
The  contest  sounds  on  every  side : 

Nations  are  bound  to  Satan's  car, 

And  who  shall  meet  him  in  his  pride  % 

2  Is  there  no  arm  his  power  to  break  7 
Are  there  no  hearts  that  deeply  feel  % 

Sons  of  the  kingdom  !  rise,  awake ! 
Obey  at  length  your  Saviour's  will. 

3  Go,  bear  the  Gospel  banner  forth, 
Its  glittering  web  of  light  unroll, 

To  gleam  sublime  from  south  to  north. 
And  scatter  light  from  pole  to  pole. 

4  Hark !  tis  the  trumpet's  warning  cry ! 
Lo,  o'er  the  earth  the  banners  w^ave ; 

The  Lord  of  glory  comes  from  high. 
To  rule,  to  conquer  and  to  sava 


368  MISSIONS. 

HYMN  587.     7s.  &  6s.     [254} 

FROM  Greenland's  icy  mountains^^ 

From  India's  coral  strand ; 
Wliere  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand  ; 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  tlie  spicy  breezes- 
Blow  soft  o  er  Ceylon's  isle — 

Though  every  prospect  pleases,, 

And  only  man  is  vile — 
In  vain,  with  hnish  kindne.ss. 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown  ; 
The  heatlien  in  his  blindness, 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

3  Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 
By  Avisdom  from  on  liigh  -  - 

Shall  we  to  men  benighted 
The  lamp  of  life  deny  1 — 

Salvation,  oh,  salvation ! 
The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 

Till  earth's  remotest  nation, 
Has  learned  Messiah's  name. 

4  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story, 
And  you,  ye  waters,  roll. 

Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole ; 

Till  o'er  our  ransomed  nature, 
The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain. 

Redeemer,  King,  Creator, — 
Returns  in  bliss  to  reign. 

HYMN  588.     7.  &  6s. 

FROM  o'er  the  Rocky  Mountains, 
Where  prairies  wide  are  spread,— 


MISSIONS.  369 

Where  streams  from  forest  fountains 

Flow  west  to  ocean's  bed, — 
See  savage  men  descending 

To  Mississippi's  vale, 
Their  eager  eyes  still  bending 

An  eastern  light  to  hail. 

2  For  they  have  heard  a  story 
Of  God's  most  holy  Book, 

All  full  of  light  and  glory. 

On  which  their  eyes  may  looK ; 
And  they,  like  eastern  sages. 

Who  journeyed  from  afar, 
Have  travelled  weary  stages, 

To  find  the  Saviour's  star. 

3  "  Have  you  that  Book  from  heaven '?" 
These  western  wise  men  say ; 

''To  us  shall  it  be  given. 

To  guide  us  on  our  way  7 
We're  wanderers,  all  our  nation, 

Deep  lost  in  gloomy  night : 
O,  let  us  know  salvation  ! 

O,  give  us  heaven-born  light !" 

HYMN  589.     7s  &  6s.     [256] 

THE  morning  light  is  breaking. 

The  darkness  disappears, 
The  sons  of  earth  are  waking 

To  penitential  tears. 
Each  breeze  that  sweeps  the  ocean, 

Brings  tidings  from  afar ; 
The  nations  are  in  motion, 

To  find  Messiah's  star. 

2  Rich  dews  of  grace  come  o'er  u^. 

In  many  a  gentle  shower. 
And  brighter  scenes  before  us 

Are  opening  every  hour ; 
Each  cry,  to  heaven  going, 


370  MISSIONS. 

Abundant  answers  brings, 
And  heavenly  gales  are  blowing, 
With  peace  upon  their  wings. 

3  See  heathen  nations  bending 

Before  the  God  of  love, 
And  thousand  hearts  ascending 

In  gratitude  above ; 
While  sinners  now  confessing 

The  Gospel  call  obey, 
And  seek  the  Saviour's  blessing, 

A  nation  in  a  day. 

HYMN  590.     C.  M. 

BEHOLD,  the  mountain  of  the  Lord, 

In  latter  days,  shall  rise 
Above  the  mountains  and  the  hills, 

And  draw  the  wondering  eyes. 

2  To  this  the  joyful  nations  round, 
All  tribes  and  tongues  shall  flow  ; 

"  Up  to  the  liill  of  God,''  they  say, 
"  And  to  his  courts,  we'll  go." 

3  The  beams  that  shine  on  Zion's  hill 
Shall  lighten  every  land  ; 

The  King  who  reigns  in  Zion's  towers 
Shall  all  the  w^orld  command. 

4  No  strife  shall  vex  Messiah's  reign, 
Or  mar  the  peaceful  years ; 

To  plough-shares  men  shall  beat  their  swords, 
To  pruning-hooks  their  spears. 

5  Come,  then,  O,  come  from  every  land, 
To  worship  at  his  shrine ; 

And,  walking  in  the  light  of  God, 
With  holy  beauty  shine. 

HYMN  591.    L.  M.     [258] 

ARM  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake; 
Put  on  thy  strength,  the  nations  shake; 


IvnsSIGNS.  -371 

Now  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. 

S  Let  Zion's  time  of  favor  come ; 
O,  bring  the  tribes  of  Israel  home : 
Soon  may  our  wondering  eyes  behold 
Gentiles  and  Jews  in  Jesus'  fold. 

4  Almighty  God,  thy  grace  proclaina 
Through  every  clime  of  ev^ery  name; 
Let  adverse  powers  before  thee  fall, 
And  crown  the  Saviour  Lord  of  all. 

HYMN   592.     L.  M.     [258] 

ARISE,  arise,  with  joy  survey 
The  glory  of  the  latter  day  ; 
Already  is  the  dawn  begun 
Which  marks  at  hand  a  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  soul. 

3  '■  Behold  the  way  to  Zion's  hill. 
Where  Israel's  God  delights  to  dw'ell : 
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  vsons. 

HYMN  593.     C.  M.     [253] 

DAUGHTER  of  Zion,  from  the  dust 
Exalt  thy  fallen  head  ; 


372  MISSIONS. 

Again  in  thy  Redeemer  trust ; 
He  calls  thee  from  the  dead. 

2  Awake — awake ! — put  on  thy  strength, 
Thy  beautiful  array ; 

The  day  of  freedom  dawns  at  length, 
The  Lord's  appointed  day. 

3  Rebuild  thy  walls — thy  bounds  enlarge, 
And  send  thy  heralds  forth  ; 

Say  to  the  south,  '•  Give  up  thy  charge, 
And  keep  not  back,  O  nortli !" 

4  They  come  !  they  come  I  Thine  exiled  bands, 
Where'er  they  rest  or  roam, 

Have  heard  thy  voice  in  distant  lands, 
And  hasten  to  their  home. 

5  Thus,  though  the  universe  shall  burn, 
And  God  his  works  destroy, 

With  songs  thy  ransomed  shall  return, 
And  everlasting  joy. 

HYMN  5'J4.     ]..  M.     [e-O] 

SHOUT,  for  the  great  Redeemer  reigns. 
Through  distant  lands  his  triumphs  spread  : 
Sinners,  now  freed  from  Satan's  chains, 
Own  him  their  Saviour  and  their  head. 

2  O,  may  his  conquests  still  increase; 
Let  every  foe  his  power  subdue  ! 

While  angels  celebrate  his  praise  ! 
Saints  shall  his  rising  glories  show, 

3  Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lamb, 
From  all  below  and  all  above  ; 

In  lofty  songs  exalt  his  name, 
In  songs  as  lasting  as  his  love. 

HYMX  595.     L.  M.     [260] 

ASSEMBLED  at  thy  great  command, 
Before  thy  face,  dread  King  !  we  stand  ! 


MISSIONS.  373 

The  voice  that  marshalled  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 — to  each  impart 

The  single  eye — the  fearful  heart 

4  Forth  with  thy  chosen  heralds  come ; 
Recall  the  wandering  spirits  home ; 
From  Zion's  mount  send  forth  the  sound, 
To  spread  the  spacious  earth  around. 

HYMN  596.     L.  M.     [261] 

YE  Christian  heralds,  go,  proclaim 
Salvation  in  ImmanueFs  name  ; 
To  distant  climes  the  tidings  bear, 
And  plant  the  rose  of  Sharon  there. 

2  He'll  shield  3-ou  with  a  wall  of  fire — 
With  holy  zeal  your  hearts  inspire  ; 
Bid  raging  winds  their  fury  cease, 
And  calm  the  savage  breast  to  peace. 

3  And  when  our  labors  all  are  o'er, 
Then  shall  we  meet  to  part  no  more ; 
Meet  with  the  blood-bought  throng  to  fall, 
And  crown  our  Jesus — Lord  of  all. 

HYMN  597.     8s,  7s,  &  4s. 
Tlf.  Missionary's  Fareivell. 

YES  my  native  land,  I  love  thee : 
All  thV  scenes,  I  love  them  well ; 

Friends,  connections,  happy  country, 
Can  I  bid  you  all  farewell  1 

Can  I  leave  you, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  1 


374  MISSIONS. 

2  Home,  thy  joyvS  are  passing  lovely — 
Joys  no  stranger  heart  can  tell ; 

Happy  home,  indeed  I  love  thee : 
Can  I,  can  I  say,  "  Farewell  V 

Can  I  leave  thee, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 

3  Scenes  of  sacred  peace  and  pleasure, 
Holy  days  and  Sabbath  bell, 

Richest,  brightest,  sweetest  treasure, 
Can  I  say  at  last  farewell  7 

Can  I  leave  you, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 

4  Yes,  I  hasten  from  you  gladly — 
From  the  scenes  I  loved  so  well : 

Far  away  ye  billows,  bear  me  : 
Lovely,  native  land,  farewell : 

Pleased  I  leave  thee. 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 

5  In  the  deserts  let  me  labor : 
On  the  mountains  let  me  tell 

How  he  died — the  blessed  Saviour— 
To  redeem  a  world  from  hell : 

Let  me  hasten. 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 

6  Bear  me  on,  thou  restless  ocean  ; 
Let  the  winds  my  canvass  swell : 

Heaves  my  heart  with  warm  emotion 
While  I  go  far  hence  to  dwell : 

Glad  I  bid  thee 
Native  land,  farewell,  farewell. 

HYMN  598.     7s,  6l  8s.     [393] 

O  THOU  Sun  of  glorious  splendor. 
Shine  with  healing  in  tiiy  wing; 

Chase  away  these  shades  of  darkness  ; 
Holy  light  and  comtbrt  bring. 


MISSIONS.  375 

2  Let  the  heralds  of  salvation 
Round  the  world  with  joy  proclaim, 

"  Death  and  hell  are  spoiled  and  vanquished, 
Thro'  the  great  Imiiianuel's  name." 

3  Take  thy  power,  almighty  Saviom' ; 
Claim  the  nations  for  thine  own ; 

Reign,  thou  Lord  of  life  and  glory, 
Till  each  heart  becomes  thy  throne. 

4  Then  the  earth  o'erspread  with  glory, 
Decked  with  heavenly  splendor  bright, 

Shall  be  made  Jehovah's  dwelling — 
As  at  first,  the  Lord's  delight. 

HYMN  599.     8s,  7s,  &  4s.     [394] 

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 

O'er  the  face  of  all  the  earth. 

2  Light  of  them  that  sit  in  darkness, 
Rise  and  shine ;  thy  blessing  bring  ; 

Light  to  lighten  all  the  Gentiles, 
Rise  with  healing  in  thy  wing  : 

To  thy  brightness 
Let  all  kinsfs  and  nations  come. 


3  May  the  heathen,  now  adoring 
Idol  Gods  of  w^ood  and  stone. 

Come,  and  worshipping  before  liim, 
Serve  the  living  God  alone  : 

Let  thy  glory 
Fill  the  earth  as  floods  the  sea. 

4  Thou,  to  whom  all  power  is  given, 
Speak  the  word  ;  at  thy  command, 

Let  the  company  of  heralds 

Spread  thy  name  from  land  to  land  ; 


376  MISSIONS. 

Lord,  be  with  them, 
Alway  to  the  end  of  time. 

HYMN  600.     L.  M.     [395] 

GO,  messenger  of  peace  and  love, 

To  people  plunged  in  shades  of  night, 

Ijike  angels  sent  from  fields  above, 
Be  thine  to  shed  celestial  light. 

2  On  barren  rock  and  desert  isle, 
Go,  bid  the  rose  of  Sharon  bloom ; 

Till  arid  wastes  around  thee  smile. 
And  bear  to  heaven  a  sweet  perfume. 

3  Go  to  the  hungry — food  impart ; 

To  paths  of  peace  the  wanderer  guide, 
And  lead  the  thirsty,  panting  heart 
Where  streams  of  living  water  glide. 

4  Go  bid  the  bright  and  morning  star. 
From  Bethlehem's  plains  resplendent  shine; 

And  piercing  througli  the  gloom  afar. 
Shed  heavenly  light  and  love  divine. 

5  O,  faint  not  in  the  day  of  toil. 

When  harvest  waits  the  reapers  hand  ; 
Go,  gather  in  the  glorious  spoil. 
And  joyous  in  his  presence  stand. 

6  Thy  love  a  rich  reward  shall  find. 
From  him  who  sits  enthroned  on  high  ; 

For  they  who  turn  the  erring  mind. 
Shall  shine  like  stars  above  the  sky. 

HYMN  601.     7s.     [396] 

GO,  ye  messengers  of  God  ; 

Like  the  beams  of  morning  fly ; 
Take  the  wonder-working  rod  ; 

Wave  the  banner-cross  on  high. 

2  Go  to  many  a  tropic  isle. 
In  the  bosom  of  the  deep, 


MISSIONS.  377 

Where  the  skies  forever  smile, 
Aocl  th'  oppressed  for  ever  weep. 

3  O'er  the  pagan's  night  of  care 
Pour  the  living  light  of  heaven ; 

Chase  away  liis  wild  despair ; 
Bid  him  hope  to  be  forgiven. 

4  Where  the  golden  gates  of  day- 
Open  on  the  palmy  east, 

High  the  bleeding  cross  display, 
Spread  the  gospel's  richest  feast. 

HYMN     602.     H.  M.     [419] 

ISLES  of  the  south,  awake ! 

The  song  of  triumph  sing  ; 
Let  mount,  and  hill,  and  vale, 

With  hallelujahs  ring: 
Shout,  for  the  idol's  overthrown, 
And  Israel's  God  is  God  alone. 

2  Wild  wastes  of  Afric,  shout ! 
Your  shackled  sons  are  free ; 

No  mother  wails  her  child 
'Neath  the  banana-tree : 
No  slave-ship  dashes  on  thy  shore; 
The  clank  of  chains  is  heard  no  more. 

3  Shout,  vales  of  India,  shout ; 
No  funeral  fires  blaze  high  ; 

No  idol  song  rings  loud. 

As  rolls  the  death-car  by  : 
The  banner  of  the  cross  now  waves, 
Where  Christian  heralds  made  their  graves. 

4  Shout,  rocky  hills  of  Greece  ! 
The  crescent  head  lies  low : 

No  Moslem  flings  his  chain 

Around  the  Christian  now  ; 
But  Greek  and  Moslem  join  in  one 
To  praise  the  Saviour,  God  the  Son, 


378  MISSIONS. 

5  Shout,  hills  of  Palestine  ! 
Have  you  forgot  the  groan, 

The  spear,  the  thorn,  the  cross, 

The  wine-press  trod  alone, 
The  dying  prayer  that  rose  from  thee, 
Thou  garden  of  Gethsemane  1 

6  Hail,  glad  millennial  day ! 
O,  shout,  ye  heavens  above . 

To-day  the  nations  sing 

The  song,  redeeming  love : 
Redeeming  love  the  song  shall  be ; 
Hail,  blessed  year  of  jubilee  ! 

HYMN  603.     7s.       [417] 

WATCHMAN !  tell  us  of  the  night, 
What  its  signs  of  promise  are  1 

Traveller !  o'er  yon  mountain's  height, 
See  that  glory-beaming  star. 

2  Watchman !  does  its  beauteous  ray 
Aught  of  hope  or  joy  foretell? 

Traveller!  yes;  it  brings  the  day, 
Promised  day  of  Israel. 

3  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night ; 
Higher  yet  that  star  ascends. 

Traveller !  blessedness  and  light. 
Peace  and  truth,  its  course  portends. 

4  Watchman  !  will  its  beams  alone 
Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ? 

Traveller !  ages  are  its  own ; 
See,  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 

5  Watchman !  tell  us  of  the  night, 
For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn. 

Traveller!  darkness  takes  its  flight; 
Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. 

6  Watchman  !  let  thy  wanderings  cease ; 
Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home. 


ANTI-SLAVERY. 


379 


Traveller  !  lo  !  the  Prince  of  Peace, 
Lo !  the  Son  of  God,  is  come. 


ANTI-SLAVERY. 


HYMN  604.     L.  M.     [262] 

SHEPHERD  of  souls,  with  pitying  eye, 
The  thousands  of  our  Israel  see ; 

To  thee  in  their  behalf  we  cry, 

Ourselves  but  newly  found  in  thee. 

2  See  where  o'er  desert  wastes  they  err, 
And  neither  food  nor  feeder  have ; 

Nor  fold,  nor  place  of  refuge  near; 
For  no  man  cares  their  souls  to  save. 

3  WiM  as  the  untaught  Indian's  brood, 
The  Christian  savages  remain  ; 

Strangers,  yea,  enemies  to  God, 

They  make  thee  spill  thy  blood  in  vain. 

4  Thy  people,  Lord,  are  sold  for  nought ; 
Nor  know  they  their  Redeemer  nigh : 

They  perish  whom  thyself  hast  bought ; 
Their  souls  for  lack  of  knowledge  die. 

HYMN  605.     L.  P.  M.     [263] 

LORD  over  all,  if  thou  hast  made, 
Hast  ransom'd  every  soul  of  man, 

Why  is  the  grace  so  long  delay'd  7 
Why  unfulfiU'd  the  saving  plan  7 

The  bliss  for  Adam's  race  design'd, 

When  will  it  reach  to  all  mankind  7 

2  Art  thou  the  God  of  Jews  alone, 

And  not  the  God  of  Gentiles  too  ? 
To  Gentiles  make  thy  goodness  known  ; 


380  ANTI-SLAVERY. 

Thy  judgments  to  the  nations  show ; 
Awake  them  by  the  Gospel  call ; 
Light  of  the  world,  illumine  all ! 

3  The  servile  progeny  of  Ham, 
Seize  as  the  purchase  of  thy  blood; 

Let  all  the  heathen  know  thy  name : 

From  idols,  to  the  living  God, 
The  dark  Americans  convert. 
And  shine  in  every  Pagan  heart! 

4  As  lightning  launch'd  from  east  to  west, 
The  coming  of  thy  kingdom  be ; 

To  thee,  by  angel  hosts  confest, 

Bow  every  soul  and  every  knee : 
Thy  glory  let  all  flesh  beiiold ! 
And  then  fill  up  thy  heavenly  fold. 

HYMN   606.    7s&6s.     [264] 

HEARD  ye  the  mighty  rushing  7 

As  storm- waked  sea  it  came ; 
'Twas  a  nation's  deep  rejoicing 

For  her  proud  and  spotless  name. 
Land  of  my  sleeping  lathers ! 
O'er  thee  no  chain  is  flung  ; 
Tlirough  all  thy  verdant  valleys 

The  shout  of  joy  is  rung. 

2  Wide  o'er  thy  rolling  rivers, 
Thy  fair  and  sunny  plains, 

And  up  thy  woody  mountains, 

The  soul  of  freedom  reigns, 
Land  of  my  sleeping  fathers ! 

O'er  thee  no  chain  is  flung  ! 
Through  all  thy  verdant  valleys 

The  shout  of  joy  is  rung. 

3  And  is  there  then  no  shadow 
To  dim  this  hallowed  mirth  ] 

And  shall  thy  name,  my  country. 
Be  the  watchword  o'er  the  earth  1 


ANTI-SLAVERY. 


381 


Are  all  the  captives  loosened  1 

The  fettered  slave  set  free "? 
Is  his  crushed  spirit  gladdened 

On  this  gay  jubilee  ] 

HYMN  607.     7s.     [264] 

DAUGHTERS  of  the  Pilgrim  sires, 
Dwellers  by  their  mould'ring  graves, 

Watchers  of  their  altar  fires, 

Look  upon  your  country's  slaves ! 

2  Look  !  'tis  woman's  streaming  eye, 
These  are  woman's  fettered  hands. 

That  to  you  so  mournfully, 
Lift  sad  glance  and  iron  bands. 

3  Scars  are  on  her  fettered  limbs, 
Where  the  savage  scourge  hath  been  ; 

But  the  grief  her  eye  that  dims, 
Flow^s  from  deeper  wounds  within : 

4  For  the  children  of  her  love, 
For  the  brothers  of  her  race, 

Sisters,  like  vine  branches  wove. 
In  one  early  dw^elling-place — 

5  For  the  parent  forms  that  hung 
Fondly  o'er  her  infant  sleep, 

And  for  him  to  w4iom  she  clung 
With  affection  true  and  deep — 

6  By  her  sad  forsaken  hearth, 
'Tis  for  these  she  wildly  grieves ! 

Now"  all  scattered  o'er  the  earth, 

Like  the  wind-strew^n  autumn  leaves ! 

HYMN   608.     8s,  7s,  &  4s.     [265] 

HARK !  I  hear  the  voice  of  anguish, 
In  my  own,  my  native  land  ! 

Brethren,  doom'd  in  chains  to  languish, 
Lift  to  heaven  the  fetter'd  hand, 


382  ANTI-SLAVERY. 

And,  despairing, 
Death  to  end  their  grief,  demand. 

2  Let  us  raise  our  suppUcation 

For  the  scourg'd  and  suffering  slave, 
All  whose  life  is  desolation, 

All  whose  hope  is  in  the  grave : 

God  of  mercy. 
From  thy  throne,  O  hear  and  save! 

3  Those  in  bonds  we  would  remember, 
Lord  !  our  hands  with  theirs  are  bound ; 

With  each  helpless,  suffering  member, 
Let  our  sympathies  be  found. 

Till  our  labors 
Spread  the  smile  of  freedom  round. 

4  Even  now  the  word  is  spoken ; 
Tyrants'  cruel  power  nmst  cease 

From  the  slave  the  chain  be  broken ; 
Captives  liail  the  kind  release  : 

Then  in  splendor, 
Christ  shall  reign,  the  prince  of  peace. 

HYMN  609.     7s  &  6s.     [266] 

THINK  of  our  country's  glory, 
All  dimm'd  with  Afric's  tears — 

Her  broad  flag  stain'd  and  gory, 
With  hoarded  guilt  of  years. 

2  Think  of  the  frantic  mother, 
Lamenting  for  her  child, 

Till  falling  lashes  smother 
Her  cries  of  anguish  wild  ! 

3  Think  of  the  prayers  ascending. 
Yet,  shrieked,  alas !  in  vain, 

When  heart  from  heart  is  rending. 
Ne'er  to  be  join'd  again ! 

4  Shall  we  behold,  unheeding, 
Life's  holiest  feelin.9:s  crush'd  7 


ANTI  SLAVERY.  383 

When  woman's  heart  is  bleeding, 
Shall  woman's  voice  be  hush'd  1 

5  O,  no !  by  every  blessing, 

That  Heaven  to  thee  may  lend — 

Remember  their  oppression, 
Forget  not,  sister,  friend. 

HYMN  610.  L.  M.     [267] 

WHEN  injured  Afric's  captives'  claim, 
Loads  the  sad  gale  with  startling  moan, 

The  frown  of  deep  indignant  blame, 
Bend  not  on  Southern  climes  alone. 

2  Her  toil,  and  chain,  and  scalding  tear. 
Our  daily  board  with  luxuries  deck 

And  to  dark  slavery's  yoke  severe. 
Our  fathers  helped  to  bow  her  neck. 

3  But  if  with  Pilate's  stoic  eye, 

We  calmly  irash  when  blood  is  spilt, 
Or  deem  a  cold  unpitying  sigh 

Absolves  us  from  the  stain  of  guilt, — 

4  Or  if,  like  Jacob's  recreant  train, 
Who  traffick'd  in  a  brother's  wo, 

We  hear  the  suppliant  plead  in  vain. 
Or  mock  his  tears  that  wildly  flow, — 

5  Will  not  the  judgment  of  the  skies. 
Which  threvi^  a  shield  round  Joseph  sold, 

Be  rous'd  by  fetter'd  Afric's  cries. 

And  change  to  dross  th'  oppressor's  gold  ! 

HYMN  611.     CM.     [434; 

Prayer  for  our  Country.  _ 

LORD,  while  for  all  mankind  we  pray. 

Of  every  clime  and  coast, 
O,  hear  us  for  our  native  land, — 

The  land  we  love  the  most. 


384  ANTI-SLAVERY. 

2  O,  guard  our  shores  from  every  foe, 
With  peace  our  borders  bless, 

Witli  prosperous  times  our  cities  crown, 
Our  fields  with  plenteousness. 

3  Unite  us  in  the  sacred  love 

Of  knowledge,  truth  and  thee : 
And  let  our  hills  and  valleys  shout, 
The  songs  of  liberty. 

4  Lord  of  the  nations,  thus  to  thee 
Our  country  we  commend  ; 

Be  thou  her  refuge  and  her  trust. 
Her  everlasting  friend. 

HYMN  612.     C.  M.     [348] 

WHEN  the  great  Judge,  supreme  and  just, 

Shall  once  inquire  for  blood, 
The  humble  souls,  who  mourn  in  dust, 

Shall  find  a  faithful  God. 

2  He  from  the  dreadful  gates  of  death 
Does  his  own  children  raise; 

In  Zion's  gates,  with  cheerful  breath. 
They  sing  their  Father's  praise. 

3  By  thy  just  judgments,  mighty  God, 
Are  thy  deep  counsels  known ; 

When  men  of  miscliief  are  destroy'd, 
The  snare  must  be  their  own. 

4  Rise,  great  Redeemer,  from  thy  seat. 
To  judge  and  save  the  poor  ; 

Let  nations  tremble  at  thy  feet, 
And  man  prevail  no  more 

HYMN  613.     L.  M. 

I  SAW  him  kneel  in  calm  despair, 
And  lift  his  fettered  hands  to  Heaven  ; 

No  hope  was  blended  in  his  prayer 

That  slavery's  chains  would  e'er  be  riven. 


ANTI-SLAVERY.  385 

2  I  wept  ill  anguish  thus  to  see 

A  man,  a  brotlier,  doomed  a  slave  ; — 
My  native  land,  I  blushed  for  thee, 
And  prayed  indulgent  heaven  to  save, 

3  I  turned  me  to  that  slave  again, — 
No  longer  lay  he  prostrate  there, — 

He'd  heard  the  word,  "  Thou'rt  free,"  and  then 
He  bounded  light  in  Freedom's  air. 

4  He  wakes  to  new  existence  now, 
Assumes  the  rank  his  Maker  gave  ; 

The  marks  of  slavery  leave  his  brow, — 
The  boon  is  his  he  feared  to  crave, 

HYMN  614.     6s  &  4s, 

WITH  thy  pure  dews  and  rains 
Wash  out,  O  God !  the  stains 

From  Afric's  shore ; 
And  while  her  palm  trees  bud. 
Let  not  her  children's  blood, 
With  her  broad  Niger's  flood, 

Be  mingled  more. 

2  Quencli,  righteous  God!  the  thirst, 
That  Congo's  sons  hath  curs'd — 

The  thirst  for  gold ; 
SJiall  not  thy  thunders  speak, 
Where  Mammon's  altars  reek. 
Where  maids  and  matrons  shriek. 

Bound,  bleeding,  sold  7 

3  Hear'st  thou,  O  God  !  those  chains, 
That  clank  on  Freedom's  plains, 

By  Christians  wrought? 
Those,  wdio  these  chains  have  worn, 
Christians  from  home  have  torn, 
Christians  have  hither  borne, 

Christians  have  bought! 

4  Lord !  wilt  thou  not,  at  last, 
From  thine  own  image  cast 

17 


386  ANTl-SL.^  V  mi  Y. 

Away  all  cords, 
Save  those  of  love  which  brings 
Man,  from  his  long  wand' rings, 
Back — to  the  King  of  kings, — 

The  Lord  of  lords  ] 

HYMX  615.     L.  M. 

ETERNAL  Father !  thou  hast  made 

A  num'rous  family  thy  care  1 
Nor  sable  hue,  nor  caste,  nor  grade, 

Excludes  the  meanest  from  thy  sliare, 

2  Of  kindred  blood,  and  flesh  the  same, 
In  thy  pure  sight  of  equal  worth ; 

Then  why  should  one  the  sceptre  claim, 
And  crush  his  brotlier  to  the  earth  ? 

3  Why  should  the  sighing  bondman  grope 
A  cheerless  journey  to  the  tomb : 

No  star  to  guide — no  ray  of  hope. 
To  shine  upon  the  darksome  gloom. 

4  Wilt  thou  not  hear  and  set  them  free, — 
The  down-cast  slaves — for  w^hom  we  plead ; 

And  make  our  land,  as  it  should  be, 
A  free  and  happy  land  indeed  1 

HYMN  616.     L.  M. 

THE  hour  of  freedom !  come  it  must — - 
Oh  !  hasten  it  in  mercy,  Heav'n  ! 

When  all  who  grovel  in  the  dust, 
Shall  stand  erect,  their  fetters  riv'n. 

2  When  glorious  freedom  shall  be  won 
By  ev'ry  caste,  complexion,  clime  ; 

When  tyranny  shall  be  o'erthrown, 
And  color  cease  to  be  a  crime ! 

3  Friend  of  the  poor,  long-suff 'ring  Lord! 
This  guilty  land  from  ruin  save  : 

Let  Justice  sheathe  her  glitt'ring  sword, 
And  Mercy  rescue  from  the  grave. 


ANTI-SLAVERY.  '^^* 

4  And  ye  who  are  like  cattle  sold, 
Ignobly  trodden  like  the  earth, 

And  barter' d  constantly  for  gold — 

Your  souls  debas'd  from  their  high  birth— 

5  Bear  meekly  still  your  cruel  woes, 
Light  follows  darkness— comfort,  pain ; 

So  time  shall  give  you  sweet  repose, 
And  sever  ev'ry  hateful  chain. 

HYMN  617.     L.  M. 

LIFT  up  our  country's  banner  high, 

And  fling  abroad  its  gorgeous  sheen, 
Unrol  its  stripes  upon  the  sky, 

And  let  its  lovely  stars  be  seen ! 
Blood — blood  is  on  its  spangled  fold  ! 

Yet  from  the  battle  comes  it  not ; 
But  all  the  waters  oceans  hold 

Cannot  wash  out  the  guilty  spot. 

2  Up,  freemen !  up  ;  determine,  do 

What  Justice  claims,  what  freemen  may  ; 
What  frowning  heaven  demands  of  you. 

While  yet  its  mutt'rine:  thunders  stay  : — 
That  ye,  forever  from  this  soil 

Bid  Slavery's  with'ring  bhght  depart, 
And  to  the  wretch  restore  the  spoil, 

Though  ye  cannot  the  broken  heart. 

3  Lift  up  your  brother  from  the  dust. 
And  speak  his  long  crush'd  spirit  free  ! 

That  millions  by  your  av'rice  curst. 
May  sharers  in  your  blessings  be  : 

Then  to  the  universe  wide  spread 
Your  glorious  stars  without  a  stain : 

Bend  from  your  skies,  illustrious  dead ! 
The  land  ye  won  is  free  again. 

HYMN  618.     7s  &  6s. 

HARK — hark  the  voice  of  anguish, 
Borne  over  Freedom's  plains  ; 


3S8  ANTI-SLAVERY. 

A  groan  from  those  who  languish 

In  slavery  and  in  chains ! 
'Tis  wafted  o'er  the  mountains, 

From  Camden's  sacred  field, 
From  Eutaw's  hallow'd  fountains. 

Where  patriot  blood  was  spill'd  ! 

2  Hark — hark  the  clank  of  fetters, 
From  shady  grove  and  dell, 

A  shriek,  where  Freedom's  martyrs 

In  glorious  combat  fell ! 
What !  stripes  and  chains  and  fetters, 

In  Freedom's  boasted  land, 
Where  Liberty's  proud  altars, 

And  tow'ring  temples  stand  7 

3  Is  this  the  Home  of  freedom, 
Of  truth  and  holy  light? 

Where  millions  grope  in  thraldom, 
Depriv'd  of  ev'ry  right ! — 

A  refuge  from  oppression 
For  Europe's  sons  to  share ; 

While  for  a  dark  complexion 
Her  own  the  chain  must  wear  1 

4  Say  is  that  voice  of  wailing — 
That  un dissembled  cry — 

That  tale  the  vslave  is  telling — 

Not  worth  a  single  sigh  ? 
And  shall  their  many  sorrows 

Be  heard  by  us  in  vain  7 
No — no ! — we'll  end  their  horrors, 

We'll  break  off  ev'ry  chain. 

HYMN  619.     C.  M. 

The  little  slaveys  complaint. 

WHO  loves  the  little  slave,  or  cares 

If  well  or  ill  I  be  7 
Is  there  a  living  soul  that  shares 

A  thought  or  wish  for  me  7 


ANTI-SLAVERY.  389 

2  I've  had  no  parents  since  my  birth, 
Brothers  and  sisters — none  ! 

Oh  !  what  is  all  this  world  to  me 
When  I  am  only  one  7 

3  I  wake,  and  see  the  sun  arise, 
And  all  around  me  gay  ; 

But  nothing  I  behold  is  mine, 
No — not  the  liglit  of  day ! 

4  No — not  the  very  breath  I  draw, 
These  limbs  are  not  my  own  ; 

A  master  calls  me  his  hy  law, 
My  griefs  are  mine  alone. 

5  'Tis  not  for  wealth  or  ease  I  sigh, 
But  few  are  rich  and  great ; 

Many  may  be  as  poor  as  I, 
But  none  so  desolate. 

6  But  let  them  do  the  worst  they  can, 
•I  may  be  happy  still ; 

For  I  was  born  to  be  a  man. 
And,  with  God's  leave,  I  will. 

HYMN  620.     C.  M. 

UNSHELTER'D  from  the  burning  rays, 

The  panting  bondman  lies. 
Toil  and  the  scourge  cut  short  hi«  days, 

He  sinks — he  faints — he  dies  ! 

2  No  Wife's — no  Mother's  hand  is  there, 
To  close  his  failing  eyes ; 

Unsooth'd  by  Friendship's  tender  care, 
The  wretched  bondman  dies ! 

3  He  dies — not  by  the  single  hand. 
That  gave  the  mortal  blow — 

His  blood  is  on  the  guilty  band, 
Who  reckless  bade  it  flow. 

4  Ye  Masters !  rise,  and  purge  the  stain, 
A  freeman's  rights  bestow ; 


390  ANTI-SLAVERY. 

Else  God  will  burst  the  bondman's  chain, 
And  fill  yourselves  with  woe. 

HYMN  621.     L.  M.       . 

The  Golden  Rule. 

BLESSED  Redeemer !  how  divine, 
How  righteous  is  this  rule  of  thine, 
*'  To  do  to  all  men  just  the  same. 
As  we  expect  or  wish  from  them." 

2  This  golden  lesson,  short  and  plain, 
Gives  not  the  mind  or  mem'ry  pain ; 
And  ev'ry  conscience  must  approve 
This  universal  law  of  love. 

3  How  blest  would  every  nation  be, 
Thus  rul'd  by  love  and  equity  ! 

All  would  be  friends  without  a  foe, 
And  form  a  paradise  below. 

4  Jesus !  forgive  us,  that  we  keep 
Thy  sacred  law  of  love  asleep ; 

No  more  let  envy,  wrath,  and  pride, 
But  thy  blest  maxims  be  our  guide. 

HYMN  622.     C.  M. 

The  Plagues  of  Egypt— Psalm  105. 

WHEN  Pharaoh  dar'd  to  vex  the  saints. 
And  thus  provok'd  their  God, 

Moses  was  sent  at  their  complaints, 
Arm'd  with  his  dreadful  rod. 

2  He  call'd  for  darkness — darkness  came, 
Like  an  o'erwhelming  flood  ; 

He  made  each  lake,  and  ev'ry  stream, 
A  lake,  a  stream  of  blood. 

3  He  gave  the  sign — and  noisome  flies 
Through  the  whole  country  spread, 

And  frogs  in  croaking  armies  rise 
About  the  monarch's  bed. 


ATnTI-SLAVKRY.  391 

4  Through  fields,  and  towns,  and  palaces, 
The  ten-fold  vengeance  flew : 

Locusts  in  swarms  devour'd  their  trees, 
And  hail  their  cattle  slew. 

5  Then,  by  an  angeFs  midnight  stroke, 
The  flow'r  of  Egypt  died  ; 

The  strength  of  ev'ry  house  was  broke. 
Their  glory  and  their  pride. 

6  Ye  modern  Pharaoh's  I  God  commands — 
"  Let  all  my  people  go ! 

Break  off  their  chains,  unbind  their  hands. 
Or  ye  shall  be  laid  low." 

HYMN  fi23.     7s  &  6s. 

O  GOD  !  when  o'er  the  ocean 

Our  gallant  fathers  came. 
They  lit,  in  pure  devotion, 

Bright  Freedom's  holy  flame  1 
And  shall  this  land  of  glory, 

Blood-watered  by  the  brave. 
Be  only  know^n  in  story, 

The  Region  of  the  Slave  . 

2  Ye  Mothers,  Wives,  and  Daughters, 
Of  noble  Freemen,  rise ! 

View  bleeding  Afric's  slaughters, 

And  hear  her  children's  cries ! 
'Tis  Woman's  voice  bewailing 

The  cruel  bond  she  wears ! 
A  Sister's  limbs  are  failing 

Beneath  the  stripes  she  bears. 

3  While  o'er  each  heathen  nation 
The  light  of  Mercy  smiles. 

And  tidings  of  salvation 

Float  o'er  the  Ocean  Isles; 
Shall  we  each  blessing  sharing 

Which  Heaven  to  man  bestows. 
See  human  hearts  despairing, 

And  not  regard  their  woes  1 


392  ANTI-SLAVERY. 

HYMN  624.     P.  M. 

CHILDREN  of  the  glorious  dead. 
Who  for  freedom  fought  and  bled^ 
With  her  banner  o'er  you  spread,, 
On  to  victory. 

2  Not  for  stern  ambition  s  prize^ 
Do  our  hopes  and  wishes  rise  ;. 
Lo,  our  Leader  from  the  skies,. 

Bids  us  do  or  die. 

3  Oars  is  not  the  tented  field — 
We  no  earthly  weapons  w'ield — 
Light  and  Love,,  our  sword  and  shield, 

Truth  our  Panoply. 

4  This  is  proud  oppression's  hour ; 
Storms  are  round  us :  shall  w^e  cower? 
While  beneath  a  despot's  power 

Groans  the  suiTering.  slave? 

5  While  on  every  southern  gale 
Comes  the  helpless  captive's  tale,. 
And  the  voice  of  ^w^oman's  wail, 

And  of  man's  despair  ? 

6  While  our  homes  and  rights  are  dear,. 
Guarded  still  with  watchful  fear, 
Shall  w^e  coldly  turn  om'  ear 

From  the  suppliant's  prayer  ? 

7  Never !  by  our  country^s  shame — 
Never  !  by  a  Saviour's  claim 

To  the  men  of  every  name, 
Whom  he  died  to  save. 

8  Onward,  then^,  ye  fearless  band — 
Heart  to  heart,  and  hand  to  hand  ; 
Yours  shall  be  the  patriot's  stand — 

Or  tlie  martyr's  grave. 


ANTI-SLAVERY.      •  393 

HYMN  625.     L.  P.  M. 
Warning  to  magisiral.es. — Psalm  58. 

JUDGES,  who  rule  the  world  by  laws ! 
Will  ye  despise  the  righteous  cause, 

When  vile  oppression  wastes  the  land  1 
Dare  ye  condemn  the  righteous  poor, 
And  let  rich  despots  live  secure, 

While  gold  and  greatness  bribe  your  hand  7 

2  Have  you  forgot  or  never  knew, 
That  God  will  judge  the  judges  too  7 

High  in  the  lieav'ns  his  justice  reigns: 
Yet  you  invade  the  rights  of  God, 
And  send  your  bold  decrees  abroad, 

To  bind  the  conscience  in  your  chains. 

3  A  poison'd  arrow  is  your  tongue. 
The  arrow  sharp,  the  poison  strong, 

And  death  attends  where'er  it  wounds ; 
You  hear  no  counsels,  cries  nor  tears  ; 
So  the  deaf  adder  stops  her  ears 

Against  the  pow'r  of  charming  sound. 

4  Th'  Almighty  thunders  from  the  sky ! 
Your  grandeur  melts,  your  titles  die, 

As  hills  of  snow  dissolve  and  run  ; 
Or  snails  that  perish  in  their  slime. 
Or  births  that  come  before  their  time — 

Vain  births  that  never  see  the  sun. 

5  Thus  shall  the  vengeance  of  the  Lord 
Safety  to  all  th'  oppress'd  afford ; 

And  they  who  hear  shall  join  and  say, 
"  Sure  there's  a  God  that  rules  on  high, 
A  God  that  hears  the  bondmen  cry. 

And  will  their  sufferings  w^ell  repay." 

HYMN  626.     7s. 

Rulers  are  but  men. — Psalm  82. 

GOD  sits  sov'reign  on  the  throne. 
He  is  KING  of  KINGS  alone  ; 

17* 


394  ANTI-SLAVERY, 

Ye  that  sway  an  iron  rod  ! 

Hear  a  message  from  your  God ; — - 

2  "  Heed  the  helpless  orphan's  cry, 
Hear  the  friendless  widow's  sigh, 
Plead  the  poor  and  needy's  cause, 
Save  th'  oppress'd  from  cruel  laws." 

3  Lo !  they  heed  not, — on  they  go, 
Dealing  scourges,  chains  and  woe 
Justice  weeps — iier  pillars  shake — 
All  the  old  foundations  quake ! 

4  What  though  call'd  vicegerents  now — 
Gods  on  earth  ! — ye  all  must  bow ; 
Haughty  tyrants !  ye  must  die ; 

Low  your  princely  heads  must  lie. 

5  Rise,  O  God  !  to  save  th'  oppress'd. 
Give  the  land  of  bondage  rest ; 

God  of  nations !  hear  and  save. 
Oh  !  redeem  the  wretched  slave ! 

HYMN  6-27.     6s  &  4s. 

YE  spirits  of  the  free ! 
Can  ye  for  ever  see 

Your  brother — man, 
A  yok'd  and  tortur'd  slave, 
Scourg'd  to  an  early  grave, — 
And  raise  no  hand  to  save, 

E'en  when  you  can  1 

2  Shall  tyrants  from  the  soul, 
That  they  in  pomp  may  roll, 

God's  image  tear, 
And  call  the  wreck  their  own ; — 
While,  from  th'  eternal  throne. 
They  shut  the  stifled  groan. 

And  bitter  pray'r  7 

3  Shall  he  a  slave  be  bound, 
Whom  God  hath  doubly  crown'd 


Ai\'Tr-:fLAVEUY. 

Creation's  lord  ?- 
Shall  men  of  christian  name, 
Without  a  blush  of  shame, 
Profisss  their  tyrant-claim 

From  God's  own  word  1 

4  ]So  !  At  the  battle-cry, 
A  host  prepar'd  to  die. 

Shall  arm  for  fight : 
But  not  with  martial  steel, 
Grasp'd  with  a  murd'rous  zeal;; 
Their  foes  no  arms  shall  feel 

But  LOVE  and  light. 

V  Bas'd  on  Jehovah's  laws, 
Strong  in  their  righteous  cause, 

They  march  to  save; 
Vain  is  th'  oppressor's  mail, 
Against  their  battle-hail, 
Till  cease  the  woe  and  wail 

O  ev'ry  slave. 

HYMN     628.     C.  M. 

STRIKE  off  my  galling  fetters— strike  1 

My  shackles  rend  in  twain, 
Unloose  the  yoke  from  off  my  neck, 

And  break  my  heavy  chain ; 
Oh  !  let  the  breath  of  liberty 

My  burning  temples  fan ; 
For  has  not  God  created  me, 

A  brother  and  a  man  ? 

2  And  let  the  Sun  of  Righteousness, 

Whence  ev'ry  blessing  springs. 
Arise  upon  my  darkened  mind. 

With  healing  in  his  wings: 
Oh  !  ask  me  not  if  liberty 

Would  3'outhful  fires  renew  ; 
Or  if  rd  feel  one  single  pang, 

To  bid  my  chains  adieu : 


395 


396  ANTI-SLAVERY. 

3  Go — ^ask  the  lion,  fierce  and  wild. 
With  iron  bars  confin'd, 

If  he  would  like  to  roam  at  large, 

And  leave  his  den  behind : 
Or,  ask  the  eagle,  proud  and  bold, 

Who'd  cut  the  liquid  air. 
If  he  w^ould  like  to  leave  his  cage, 

And  freedom's  blessings  share  ? 

4  Ask  them — and  as  the  gleams  of  fire 
Flash  from  each  l)lazing  eye, 

Read  in  their  lightning-glance,  their  vStern 

And  eloquent  repl^'. 
Then,  Christian  !  why  the  fetter  bind 

Upon  a  brother's  frame, 
When  nature  from  her  inmost  soul, 

Doth  freedom's  law  proclaim  ? 

5  Tear  off  my  bonds,  release  my  limbs. 
And  set  my  spirit  free  ; 

And  let  me  revel  in  the  sweets 

Of  new-born  liberty : 
Then  shall  thy  righteousness  shine  forth. 

Bright  as  the  dawn  of  day ; 
God's  glory  thy  reuard  shall  be, 

If  thou  wilt  thus  obey. 

HYMN  629,     S.  M, 

GOD  gave  to  Afric's  sons 

A  brow  of  sable  dye, 
And  spread  the  country  of  their  birth, 

Beneath  a  burning  sky. 

2  To  me  he  gave  a  form 

Of  fairer,  wiiiter  clay  , — 
But  am  I,  therefore,  in  his  sights 

Respected  more  than  they  7 

o  The  hue  of  deeds  and  thoughts, 

He  traces  in  his  book ; 
^is  the  complexion  of  the  heart, 

On  W'hich  he  deigns  to  look. 


^ 


ANTI-SLAVERY.  397 

4  Not  by  the  tinted  cheek, 
That  fades  away  so  fast, 

But  by  the  color  of  the  soul, 
We  shall  be  judged  at  last 

5  The  judge  will  look  at  me, 
With  anger  in  his  eyes ; 

If  I  my  brother's  darker  brow, 
Should  ever  dare  despise. 

HYMN  630.     C.  M. 

ALL  men  are  equal  in  their  birth, 

Heirs  of  the  earth  and  skies ; 
All  men  are  equal,  when  that  earth 

Fades  from  their  dying  eyes. 

2  All  wait  alike  on  him,  wdiose  pow'r 
Upholds  the  life  he  gave  ; — 

The  sage  within  his  star-lit  tow'r, — 
The  savage  in  his  cave. 

3  'Tis  man  alone  who  difference  sees, 
And  speaks  of  high  and  low ; 

Who  w^orships  those  and  tramples  these, 
While  the  same  path  they  go. 

4  Ye  great !  renounce  your  earth-born  pride, 
Ye  low!  your  shame  and  fear; 

Live,  as  ye  worship,  side  by  side, 
Your  common  claims  revere. 

HYMN  631.     63&4S. 

SONS  of  the  noble  sires, 

Who  brav'd  proud  ocean's  waves. 

For  freedom's  sake !  • 

Say — will  ye  quench  those  fires, 
Their  faith  and  love  inspires : 
And,  standing  on  their  graves, 

Their  paths  forsake '? 

2  Shall  freedom  find  a  grave. 

On  this  blood-ran som'd  soil  1 

Must  ice  be  Slaves  7 


^ 


398  ANTI-SLAVERY. 

Our  fleeting  lives  to  save, 
Must  we  no  mercy  crave, 
But  with  the  bondman  toil, 
Branded  as  knaves '? 

3  Shall  despots  here  bear  sway — 
The  iron  sceptre  here  display 

Onr  lips  to  close  7 
Sons  of  pilgrims !  say — 
Will  ye  these  lords  obey, 
And  ask  them,  w  hen  you  may 

The  truth  disclose  7 

4  JVo — no !  we  answer  no  I 
The  truth  we'll  fearless  show, 

While  breath  remains; 
Did  not  our  Saviour  so^ 
Would  he  tiie  truth  forego? 
Or  shrink  w^hcn  bade  the  foe, 

T'  scape  from  pains  7 

5  While  then  a  slave  is  found, 
While  man  by  man  is  bound, 

We'll  speak  and  pray  ; 
We'll  wear  the  bondman's  chains, 
We'll  bear  the  bondman's  pains, 
We'll  hear  when  he  complains, 

We'll  do  and  say. 

HYMN  632.    H.  M. 

The  Year  of  Jubilee. 

FAIR  shines  the  morning-star. 
The  silver  trumpet  sounds — 

Their  notes  re-echoing  far, 

While  dawnis  the  day  around  : 

Joy  to  the  slave  ! — the  slave  is  free  ! 

It  is  the  year  of  Jubilee. 

2  Pris'ners  of  hope ! — in  gloom 

And  silence  left  to  die, 
With  Christ's  unfolding  tomb. 

Your  portals  open  fly  ; — 


TEMPERANCE.  399 

Rise  with  the  Lord  ! — He  sets  you  free : — 
It  is  the  year  of  Jubilee. 

3  Ye  who  have  sold  for  nought 
The  land  your  fathers  w^on ! 

Behold  how  God  hath  wrought 
Redemption  through  his  Son ! 
Your  heritage  again  is  free  ; 
It  is  the  year  of  Jubilee. 

4  Ye,  who  yourselves  have  sold 
For  debts  to  justice  due, 

Ransom'd,  but  not  with  gold  ! 

Christ  gave  himself  for  you ; — 
His  precious  blood  has  made  you  free ; 
It  is  the  year  of  Jubilee. 

5  Captives  of  sin  and  shame, 
O'er  earth  and  ocean,  hear. 

An  angel's  voice  proclaim 

The  Lord's  accepted  year : — 
Ye  captives  !  rise  ;  ye  slaves !  be  free ; 
It  is  the  year  of  Jubilee. 


TEMPERANCE. 


HYMN  633.     C.  M. 

"  Who  is  my  Neighbor  V 

THY  neighbor  7    It  is  he  whom  thou 

Hast  power  to  aid  and  bless ; 
Whose  aching  heart  or  burning  brow 

Thy  soothing  hands  may  press. 

2  Thy  neighbor"?  'Tis  the  fainting  poor, 
Whose  eye  with  want  is  dim ; 

Whom  hunger  sends  from  door  to  door — 
Go  thou,  and  succor  him. 


400  TEMPERANCE. 

3  Thy  neighbor  1     'Tis  that  drunken  man 
Whose  years  are  at  their  brim ; 

Bent  low  with  poverty  and  pain — 
Go  thou,  and  rescue  him. 

4  Thy  neighbor  ?     'Tis  his  wife  bereft 
Of  every  earthly  gem — 

His  wife,  and  children,  helpless  left — 
Go  thou,  and  shelter  them. 

5  Where'er  thou  meet'st  a  human  form, 
'Neath  drunkenness  bent  down  ; 

Remember,  'tis  thy  neighbor  worm — 
Thy  brother,  or  thy  son. 

HYMN  634.     C.  M. 

AGAIN,  the  Lord  of  life  and  light 

Returns  the  glorious  day 
Of  that  Reform,  which,  on  our  night, 

Has  poured  its  cheering  ray. 

2  Oh,  ^vhat  a  darkness  that  which  wrapt 
The  drunkard  in  its  gloom  ! 

And  what  a  light  which  broke,  this  clay, 
Triumphant,  from  his  tomb  ! 

3  This  day  be  grateful  homage  paid, 
And  loud  hosannas  sung ; 

Let  gladness  dwell  in  every  heart, 
And  praise  on  every  tongue. 

4  Ten  tliousand  grateful  lips  still  join, 
To  hail  this  welcome  morn  ; 

Which  scatters  blessings  from  its  wings, 
To  nations  yet  unborn. 

HYMN  635.     C.  M. 

INTEMPERANCE,  like  a  raging  flood, 

Is  sweeping  o'er  the  land ; 
Its  dire  effects,  in  tears  and  blood, 

Are  traced  on  every  hand. 


TEMPERANCE.  401 

2  It  still  flows  on,  and  bears  away 
Ten  thousands  to  their  doom  : 

Who  shall  the  mighty  torrent  stay, 
And  disappoint  the  tomb  ? 

3  Almighty  God !  no  hand  but  thine 
Can  check  this  flowing  tide  ; 

Stretch  out  thine  arm  of  power  divine, 
And  bid  the  flood  subside. 

4  Dry  up  the  source  from  whence  it  flows. 
Destroy  its  fountain  head  ; 

That  dire  intemp'rance  and  its  woes 
No  more  the  earth  o'erspread. 

HYMN  636.     C.  M. 

HELP  us  to  feel  for  drunken  man, 

In  all  his  sin  and  wo  ; 
And  let  our  bright  example  teach 

The  way  he  ought  to  go. 

2  Let  not  our  conduct  harden  him ; 
But  fill  our  souls  with  care, 

To  snatch  him  from  the  pit  of  death, 
And  break  the  fatal  snare. 

3  Inflam'd  with  love  and  holy  zeal. 
Ne'er  would  we  cease  to  pray, 

And  watch  and  strive  that  he  may  reach, 
The  realms  of  endless  day. 
HYMN  637.     C.  M. 
The   Funeral. 

MOURNFUL  and  sad  upon  my  ear 

The  death-bell  echoes  stole  ; 
And  painful  memories  opened  all 

The  feelings  of  my  soul. 

5  The  knell — the  knell — it  told  of  wo 
That  words  cannot  reveal — 

Of  desolate  and  broken  hearts, 
Where  grief  had  set  his  seal. 


402  TEMPERANCE. 

3  Again  it  pealed — and  on  the  air 
It  swelled  and  died  along  ; 

And  to  the  dwelUng  of  the  dead 
There  came  a  weeping  throng. 

4  In  tattered  weeds,  with  trembling  steps, 
The  widow  led  the  train  : 

And  her  poor  orphans  followed  on — 
Sad  sharers  of  her  pain. 

5  Ashes  to  ashes,  dust  to  dust, 
Clay  to  its  kindred  clay — 

They  left  the  dead — and  wailed  and  wept 
And  slowly  moved  away. 

6  But  ah  !  there  hung  a  heavy  cloud 
Upon  that  husband's  name ; 

And  deep  disgrace  had  settled  down 
Upon  that  father's  fame. 

7  There  was  a  keenness  in  their  grief, 
A  death-shade  in  their  gloom — 

As,  desolate  and  fatherless, 
They  left  the  drunkard's  tomb. 

HYMN  638.     8  lines,  8s. 

OH !  turn  from  the  wine-glass  away. 

Nor  look  on  the  wine  when  it's  red : 
For  who  have  such  trouble  as  they. 

That  oft  to  the  bottle  are  led  7 
Who  else  have  such  sorrow  and  wo. 

As  they  who  to  drinking  incline? 
What  evils  unceasingly  flow 

From  tarrying  long  at  the  wine ! 
2  Oh !  turn  from  the  wine-glass  away. 

Nor  look  on  the  wine  when  it's  red ; 
At  last  like  a  serpent  at  play, 

It  stings  and  the  poison  vAW  spread. 
The  eyes  it  inflames  with  desire, 

The  heart  with  all  manner  of  sin. 


TEMPERANCE.  403 

It  settetli  the  bosom  on  fire, 
Consuming  the  spirit  within. 

3  Oh  !  turn  from  the  wine-glass  away, 

Nor  look  on  the  wine  when  it's  red ; 
Though  urg'd  by  the  wealthy  and  gay, 

Remember  the  blood  it  hath  shed ! 
Touch  not  with  the  poison  thy  lips, 

If  thou  wouldst  be  free  from  its  pains ; 
For  he  is  in  danger  w^ho  sips — 

He  only  is  safe  who  abstains. 

HYMN  639.     L.  M. 

HAIL,  temp'rance,  fair  celestial  ray  ! 
Bright  herald  of  a  new-born  day ! 
Long  did  we  need  thy  cheering  light 
To  chase  away  our  darksome  night. 

2  Deep  and  appalling  was  the  gloom, 
'Twas  like  the  darkness  of  the  tomb, 
When  first  our  much  delighted  eyes 
Beheld  thy  beauteous  beams  arise. 

3  'Twas  God  in  mercy  bade  thee  shine ; 
We  hail  thee  as  a  boon  divine. 

And  now  in  grateful  strains  would  raise 
Our  voices  in  his  matchless  praise. 

4  Eternal  Lord  !  w^e  own  thy  grace, 
In  all  that  aids  our  guilty  race ; 
Now  send  thy  spirit  from  above, 
And  fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  love. 

HYMN  640.     L.  M. 

LET  temp'rance  and  her  sons  rejoice. 
And  be  their  praises  loud  and  long ; 
Let  every  heart  and  every  voice 
Conspire  to  raise  a  joyful  song. 

2  And  let  the  anthem  rise  to  God, 
Whose  fav'rins:  mercies  so  abound  ; 


404  TEMPERANCE. 

And  let  his  praises  fly  abroad, 
The  spacious  universe  around. 

3  His  children's  prayer  he  deigns  to  grant, 
He  stays  the  progress  of  the  foe  ; 
And  temp'rance  like  a  cherish'd  plant, 
Beneath  his  fost'ring  care  shall  grow. 

HYMN  641.     C.  M. 

ON  this  glad  day,  O  God,  we  would, 

Through  thy  beloved  Son, 
Acknowledge  Thee  for  all  the  good 

Til  at  temperance  has  done. 

2  We  thank  Thee  for  the  thousands  sav'd 
From  soul-seducing  drink. 

Who  by  its  power  were  long  enslav'd, 
And  cast  on  ruin's  brink. 

3  O  let  thy  Holy  Spirit  dwell 
Where  vice  too  long  has  reign'd ; 

For  where  thy  mercy  breaks  the  spell, 
The  victory  is  gain'd. 

HYMN  642.     L.  M. 

HOSANNAS,  Lord,  to  Thee  we  sing, 
Whose  power  the  giant  fiend  obeys ; 

What  countless  thousands  tribute  bring, 
For  happier  homes  and  brighter  days ! 

2  Thou  wilt  not  break  the  bruised  reed. 
Nor  leave  the  broken  heart  unbound ; 

The  wife  regains  a  husband  freed  ! 
The  orphan  clasps  a  father  found  ! 

3  Spare,  Lord,the  thoughtless,  guide  the  blind, 
Till  no  man  more  shall  deem  it  just 

To  live  by  forging  chains  to  bind 
His  weaker  brother  in  the  dust. 

4  Still  give  us  grace,  Almighty  King ! 
Unwavering  at  our  posts  to  stand, 


TEMPERANCE.  405 

'Till  grateful  at  thy  shrine  we  bring 
The  tribute  of  a  ransomed  land. 

HYMN  643.     L.  M. 

WE  praise  thee,  Lord,  if  but  one  soul, 
While  the  past  year  prolong'd  its  flight, 

Turn'd  shudd'ring  from  the  pois'nous  bowl, 
To  health,  and  liberty,  and  light. 

2  We  praise  thee — if  one  clouded  home, 
Where  broken  hearts  despairing  pin'd. 

Beheld  the  sire  and  husband  come. 
Erect,  and  in  his  perfect  mind. 

3  No  more  a  weeping  wife  to  mock, 
'Till  all  her  hopes  in  anguish  end — 

No  more  the  trembling  mind  to  shock, 
And  sink  the  father  in  the  fiend. 

4  Still  give  us  grace.  Almighty  King, 
Unwav'ring  at  our  posts  to  stand; 

'Till  grateful  at  thy  shrine  we  bring, 
The  tribute  of  a  ransom'd  land. 

HYMN  644.     L.  M. 

WHEN  Jesus,  our  Redeemer,  came 
To  teach  us  in  his  Father's  name, 
In  every  act,  in  every  thought, 
He  lived  the  precepts  which  he  taught. 

2  So  let  our  lips  and  deeds  express 
The  principles  which  we  profess  ; 
So  let  our  acts  of  kindness  shine. 
And  prove  that  temp'rance  is  divine. 

3  Thus  shall  we  best  the  power  display, 
Of  love's  subduing,  kindling  ray. 
When  drunkards  rise  to  life  again — • 
And  heaven  and  earth  will  shout,  Amen. 


406  TEMPERANCE. 

HYMN  645.    L.  M. 

New  Year's  Hymn, 

ANOTHER  year  has  run  its  round, 
In  freedom's  Hall  again  we're  found ; 
All  our  dear  friends  that  here  we  see, 
We  greet  with  song  and  jubilee. 

2  We  here  are  met — a  youthful  band ; 
We're  pledg'd  in  heart,  we're  join'd  in  hand, 
With  hopes  elate,  and  minds  as  free, 
From  ev'ry  path  of  vice  we  tlee. 

3  We  seek  for  morals  just  and  pure 
That  will  our  future  good  ensure ; 
For  virtue,  temperance,  and  truth, 
To  guard  us  from  the  sins  of  youth. 

4  We  look  to  God  to  keep  and  aid 
The  resolutions  we  have  made, 
To  strengthen  ev'ry  youthful  heart. 
And  unto  all  his  grace  impart. 

HYMN  646.     8s.  &  7s. 
Morning. 

SOURCE  of  being,  Holy  Father, 
With  the  day's  returning  light. 

Round  our  board  with  tlianks  we  gather, 
For  the  mercies  of  the  night. 

2  Mercies  that  the  stars  outnumber, 
Which  their  silent  courses  keep — 

Angels  guard  that  never  slumber, 
While  we  lie  and  never  sleep. 

3  Pillows  wet  with  tears  of  anguish, 
Couches  pressed  in  sleepless  w^o. 

Where  the  sons  of  Belial  languish, 
Father  may  we  never  know ! 

4  For  the  maddening  cup  shall  never 
To  our  thirsting  lips  be  pressed. 


SEAMEN.  407 

But,  our  draught  shall  be,  for  ever, 
The  cold  water  thou  hast  blessed. 

5  This  shall  give  us  strength  to  labor, 
This  make  all  our  stores  increase, 

This,  with  thee  and  with  our  neighbor, 
Bind  us  in  the  bonds  of  peace. 


SEAMEN. 


HYMN  647.     P.  M.     [268] 

WHEN  through  the  torn  sail  the  wild  tempest 

is  streaming, 
When  o'er  the  dark  wave  the  red  lighting  is 

gleaming, 
Nor  hope  lends  a  ray,  the  poor  seamen  to 

cherish. 
We  fly  to  our  Maker — "  Help,  Lord,  or  we 

perish." 

2  O,  Jesus,  once  tossed  on  the  breast  of  the 

billow, 
Aroused  by  the  shriek  of  despair  from  thy 

pillow, — 
Now  seated  in  glory,  the  mariner  cherish. 
Who  cries  in  his  danger — "  Help,  Lord,  or  we 

perish." 

3  And,  O,  when  the  whirlwind  of  passion  is 

raging, 
When  sin  in  our  heart  its  wild  warfare  is 

waging. 
Arise  in  thy  strength  thy  redeemed  to  cherish, 
Rebuke  the  destroyer—"  Help,  Lord,  or  we 

perish." 


408  SEAMEN. 

HYMN  048.     S.  M.     [269] 

THEY  roam  where  danger  dwells, 

Where  blasts  impetuous  sweep  ; 
Where  sleep  the  dead  in  watery  cells, 

Beneath  the  faithless  deep  : 
Where  tempests  threaten  loud 

T'  o'erwhelm  the  shipwreck'd  form  : 
Show  them  a  sky  tliat  hath  no  cloud, 

A  port  above  the  storm ! 

2  Beyond  the  Sabbath  bell, 
Beyond  the  house  of  prayer. 

Where  deafening  surges  madly  swell, 
Tiieir  trackless  course  they  dare : 

Give  them  the  Book  divine, 
That  full  and  perfect  chart, 

That  beacon  'mid  the  foaming  brine. 
That  pilot  of  the  heart. 

3  Where  guilt  with  aspect  bold. 
And  tierce  temptation  reign. 

Their  wild  and  unwarn'd  course  they  hold, 

Amid  a  heathen  train : — 
Give  them  the  Gospel's  power. 

Like  pole-star  o'er  the  sea, 
That  when  life's  fleeting  voyage  is  o'er, 

Heaven  may  their  haven  be. 

HYMN   649.     L.  P.  M.     [270] 

'TIS  not  in  yonder  starry  host, 
O,  God  of  might !  I  see  thee  most. 
Although  thy  skill  and  power  divine 
In  sun  and  moon  and  planets  shine ; 
When  tossed  upon  the  raging  sea, 

1  view  and  feel  the  most  of  Thee. 

2  The  sea-birds  stretch  their  wings  on  high, 
And  shriek  beneath  the  warring  sky  ; 

In  mountain  piles  the  billows  flow. 


SEAMEN.  409 

And  laboring  ships  toss  to  and  fro, 
And  from  Thy  red,  right  arm  doth  roll 
The  thundering  bolt  from  pole  to  pole. 

3  O,  then  I  know  Jehovah's  form, 
Careering  in  the  bellowing  storm  ; 
O,  then  I  see  his  wond'rous  way, 
Where  o'er  the  deep  the  lightnings  play; 

1  see — I  hear — I  bow  my  soul, 
And  yield  it  to  his  high  control. 

HYMN  650.     C.  M.     [270] 

THE  tempest  beat  against  my  bark, 
The  wrathful  winds  were  high  ; 

And  threatening  blasts,  like  couriers,  brought 
Dark  tidings  from  the  sky ; 

2  And  hoarsely  o'er  my  sinking  head 
Roll'd  on  the  thundering  sea  : — 

Then,  from  the  regions  of  the  dead, 
O,  Lord !  I  cried  to  thee  ! 

3  The  faithless  sun  behind  the  cloud 
Withdrew  his  guarding  light ; 

And  every  star  its  lamp  withheld 
From  that  portentous  night. 

4  They  fled  and  left  me  all  alone, 
In  darkness,  and  in  fear ; 

And  so  I  told  my  woes  to  God, 
And  He  vouchsaf'd  to  hear. 

5  Yes,  from  the  lowest  depths,  to  Him 
I  rais'd  a  fervent  cry  ; 

Why  should  a  helpless  worm  despair, 
When  such  a  friend  is  nigh  1 

HYMN  651.     C.  M. 

Thanksgiving  for  Deliverance  in  a  Storm. 

OUR  little  bark,  on  boisterous  seas, 
By  cruel  tempests  tost, 

18 


410  3LA3lE^. 

Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope, 
Expecting  to  be  lost, — 

2  We  to  the  Lord,  in  humble  prayer, 
Breathed  out  our  sad  distress  ; 

Though  feeble,  yet  with  contrite  hearts, 
We  begged  return  of  peace. 

3  Then  ceased  the  stormy  winds  to  blow. 
The  surges  ceased  to  roll ; 

And  soon  again  a  placid  sea, 
Spoke  comfort  to  the  soul. 

4  O,  may  our  grateful,  trembling  hearts, 
Their  liallelujahs  sing, 

To  him  who  hath  our  lives  preserved, — 
Our  Saviour  and  our  King. 

HYMN  652.     C.  M.     [340] 
.  The  Christian  Mariner  safe. 

HOW  are  thy  servants  blest,  O  Lord  1 

How  sure  is  their  defence  ! 
Eternal  Wisdom  is  their  guide, 

Their  help,  Omnipotence. 

2  In  foreign  realms,  and  lands  remote, 
Supported  by  thy  care. 

Through  burning  climes  they  pass  unhurt, 
And  breathe  in  tainted  air. 

3  When  by  the  dreadful  tempest  borne 
High  on  the  broken  wave, 

They  know  thou  art  not  slow  to  hear. 
Nor  impotent  to  save. 

4  The  storm  is  laid  ;  the  winds  retire. 
Obedient  to  thy  will ; 

The  sea,  that  roars  at  thy  command, 
At  thy  command  is  still. 

5  In  midst  of  dangers,  fears,  and  deaths, 
Thy  goodness  we'll  adore ; 


SEAMEN.  411 

We'll  praise  thee  for  thy  mercies  past, 
And  humbly  hope  for  more. 

HYMN  653.     L.  M.     [339] 
To  he  sung  at  Sea. 

LORD  of  the  wide,  extensive  main, 

Whose  power  the  wind,  the  sea  controls, 

Whose  hand  doth  earth  and  heaven  sustain, 
Whose  Spirit  leads  believing  souls  : 

2  For  thee  we  leave  our  native  shore, 
(We  wiiom  thy  love  delights  to  keep,) 

In  other  climes  thy  works  explore, 
And  see  thy  wonders  in  the  deep. 

3  'Tis  here  thine  unknown  paths  we  trace, 
Which  dark  to  human  eyes  appear ; 

While  thro'  the  mighty  waves  we  pass. 
Faith  only  sees  that  God  is  here. 

4  Throughout  the  deep  thy  footsteps  shine, 
We  own  thy  way  is  in  the  sea, 

O'erawed  by  majesty  divine, 
And  lost  in  thy  immensity. 

HYMN  654.     7s.     [340] 
On  going  on  Shipboard. 

LORD,  whom  winds  and  seas  obey, 
Guide  us  through  the  watery  way ; 
In  the  hollow  of  thy  hand 
Hide,  and  bring  us  safe  to  land. 

2  Jesus,  let  our  faithful  mind 
Rest,  on  thee  alone  reclined ; 
Every  anxious  thought  repress. 
Keep  our  souls  in  perfect  peace. 

3  Keep  the  souls  whom  now  we  leave, 
Bid  them  to  each  other  cleave  • 


412  SEAMEN. 

Bid  them  walk  on  life's  rough  sea  ; 
Bid  them  come  by  faith  to  thee. 

4  Save,  till  all  these  tempests  end, 
All  who  on  thy  love  depend ; 
Waft  our  happy  spirits  o'er ; 
Land  us  on  the  heavenly  shore. 

HYMN  655.     L.  M. 

Temptation  compared  to  a  Storm. 

THE  billows  swell ;  the  winds  are  high ; 

Clouds  overcast  my  wintry  sky  : 

Out  of  the  depths  to  thee  I  call ; 

My  fears  are  great,  my  strength  is  small. 

2  O  Lord,  the  pilot's  part  perform, 

And  guide  and  guard  me  through  the  storm ; 
Defend  me  from  each  threatening  ill ; 
Control  the  waves  ;  say,  "  Peace !  be  still. 

3  Amidst  the  roaring  of  the  sea, 

My  soul  still  hangs  her  hope  on  thee ; 
Thy  constant  love,  thy  faithful  care, 
Is  all  that  saves  me  from  despair. 

4  Dangers  of  every  shape  and  name 
Attend  the  followers  of  the  Lamb, 
Who  leave  the  world's  deceitful  shore, 
And  leave  it  to  return  no  more. 

5  Th  ugh  tempest-tossed,  and  half  a  wreck, 
My  Saviour  through  the  Hoods  I  seek ; 

Let  neither  winds  nor  stormy  rain 
Force  back  my  shattered  bark  again. 

HYMN  656.     C.  M. 

Prayer  for  Sea  ..-71. 

WE  come,  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne, 

And  with  united  pleas. 
We  meet  and  pray  for  those  who  roam 

Far  off  upon  the  seas. 


SEAMEN.  413 

2  O,  may  the  Holy  Spirit  bow 
Tlie  sailor's  heart  to  thee, 

Till  tears  of  deep  repentance  flow 
Like  rain-drops  in  the  sea. 

3  Then  may  a  Saviour's  dying  love 
Pour  peace  into  his  breast, 

And  waft  him  to  the  port  above, 
Of  everlasting  rest. 

HYMN  657.     L.  M, 

The  Star  of  Bethleherru 

WHEN,  marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain. 
The  glittering  host  bestud  the  sky, 

One  star  alone,  of  all  the  train, 

Can  fix  the  sinner's  wandering  eye. 

2  Hark !  Iiark !  to  God  the  chorus  breaks, 
From  every  host,  from  every  gem ; 

But  one  alone  the^  Saviour  speaks, — 
It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem ! 

3  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode, 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark ; 
The  ocean  yawTied,  and  rudely  bio  wed 
The  wind  that  tossed  my  foundering  bark. 

4  Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze : 
Death-struck,  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem ; 

When  suddenly  a  star  arose, — 
It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem  ! 

5  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all  ] 
It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease ; 

And,  through  the  storm  and  danger's  thraU, 
It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 

6  Now,  safely  moored,  my  perils  o'er, 
I'll  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem, 

Forever,  and  forevermore, — 

The  Star—the  Star  of  Bethlehem  I 


414  PEACE 

PEACE 


HYMN  658.     L.  M.     [271] 

THE  Star  was  bright  o'er  Bethlehem's  plain, 
The  shepherds  watch'd  their  fleecy  train, 
When  sudden  gleam'd  the  sky— the  tongues 
Of  angel  bands  in  concert  sung. 

2  "  Peace  and  good  will,"  eternal  song  ; 
"  Good  will,"  while  ages  roll  along  ; 
The  Saviour  conies,  let  nations  hear, 

Be  hush'd  each  grief,  be  wiped  each  tear. 

3  No  more  shall  war  bear  iron  sway, 
Vengeance  and  wrath  shall  pass  away  ; 
Oppression  bind  no  more  its  chain, 
And  gladness  dwell  on  earth  again. 

4  The  harp  that  melted  Eden's  bower. 
Shall  breathe  once  more  its  soothing  power ; 
And  peace  and  praise,  and  truth  shall  bless 
The  world  with  hope  and  loveliness. 

HYMN  659.     L.  P.  M.     [272] 

OUR  earth  we  now  lament  to  see, 
Witli  floods  of  wickedness  o'erflow'd. 

With  vi'lence,  wrong,  and  cruelty. 
One  wide-extended  held  of  blood, 

Where  men  like  fiends  each  other  tear, 

In  all  the  hellish  rage  of  war. 

2  O,  might  the  universal  Friend, 

This  havoc  of  his  creatures  see  [ 
Bid  our  unnatural  discord  end ; 

Declare  us  reconciled  in  thee  : 
Write  kindness  on  our  inward  parts. 
And  cliase  the  murderer  from  our  hearts. 


PEACE. 


415 


?y  Who  now  against  each  other  rise, 
The  nations  of  the  earth  constrain 

To  follow  after  peace,  and  prize 

The  blessings  of  thy  righteous  reign, 

The  joys  of  unity  to  prove, 

The  paradise  of  perfect  love. 

HYMN  €60.     L,   M,     [273] 

^TEiVCE,"  was  the  song  the  angels  vsung, 
When  Jesus  sought  this  vale  of  teans, 
And  sweet  that  heavenly  prelude  rang, 
To  calm  the  watchful  shepherd's  fears : 
^'  War,"  is  the  word  that  man  hath  spoke, 
Convulsed  by  passion  dark  and  dread', 
And  pride  enforc'd  a  lawlevss  yoke. 
E'en  while  the  gospel's  banner  spread. 

2  "  Peace"  was  the  prayer  the  Saviour  breathea, 
Wlien  from  our  world  his  steps  withdrew ; 
The  gift  he  to  his  friends  bequeathed, 
With  Calvary  and  the  cross  in  view : 
Redeemer !  with  adoring  love. 
Our  spirits  take  thy  rich  bequest. 
The  watchword  of  the  host  above, 
The  passport  to  their  realms  of  rest 

HYMx\  661.     C.  M. 

LORD^  send  thy  word,  and  let  it  fly. 
Armed  with  thy  Spirit's  power: 

Ten  thousands  shall  confess  its  sway, 
And  bless  the  saving  hour. 

2  Beneath  the  influence  of  thy  grace 
The  barren  wavStes  shall  rise. 

With  sudden  greens  and  fruits  arrayed, 
A  blooming  paradise. 

3  True  holiness  shall  strike  its  root 
In  each  regenerate  iieart ; 

Shall  in  a  growth  divine  arise, 
And  heavenly  fruits  impart. 


416  PEACE. 

4  Peace,  with  her  olives  crowned,  shall  stretch 

Her  wings  from  shore  to  shore ; 
No  trump  shall  rouse  the  rage  of  war, 

Nor  murderous  cannon  roar. 

,5  Lord,  for  those  days  we  wait ;  those  days 

Are  in  thy  word  foretold ; 
Fly  swifter,  sun  and  stars,  and  bring 

This  promised  age  of  gold. 

6  "  Amen,"  with  joy  divine,  let  earth's 

Unnumbered  myriads  cry ; 
"  Amen,"  with  joy  thvine,  let  heaven's 

Unnumbered  choirs  reply. 

HYMN  G&2.    C.  I\L     [477] 
Horrors  of  War. 

NIGHT  spread  her  starless  robe  around. 

The  sun  withdrew  his  light ; 
Gloom  brooded  o'er  the  battle  ground. 

And  darkness  hid  the  sight. 

2  But  there  was  woe,  and  pain,  and  death, 
And  horror,  and  despair, 

Where  the  deep  groan  and  dying  breath 
Uttered  the  hopeless  prayer. 

3  There  w  as  distress  no  tongue  could  tell. 
Remorse  that  stung  the  soul ; 

That  scene  is  all  an  earthly  hell, 
And  deep  its  billows  roll. 

4  Dear  Saviour,  send  thy  peaceful  light. 
To  show  tlie  holier  way  ; 

Dispel  the  shades  of  error's  night, 
And  bring  the  perfect  day. 

HYMN  663.     C.  M.     [478] 

O  CHRISTIAN,  see  that  dread  array, 
A  marshall'd  army  stand ; 


AFFLICTIONS.  417 

Hear  the  drums  beat — 'tis  battle-day, 
And  Madness  leads  the  band. 

2  'Mid  clash  of  arms  and  cannons'  roar, 
And  shrieks  that  rend  the  skies ; 

In  torrents  deep  of  human  gore, 
Man  curses  man  and  dies  ! 

3  Was  it  "  To  arms,"  the  Saviour  said, 
When  enemies  were  round  7 

Did  he  call  legions  to  his  aid, 
And  dash  them  to  the  ground  ? 

4  O  no !  his  words  were  all  "  Forgive," 
And  meekly  bore  the  ill ; 

He  died  himself  that  they  might  live, 
And  Christ  is  mercy  still. 


AFFLICTIONS. 


HYMN  664.     L.    M.     [373] 

FIRM  was  my  health,  my  day  was  bright, 
And  I  presum'd  'twould  ne'er  be  night; 
Fondly  I  said  within  my  heart, 
"  Pleasure  and  peace  shall  ne'er  depart." 

2  But  I  forgot,  thine  arm  was  strong, 
Which  made  my  mountain  stand  so  long : 
Soon  as  thy  face  began  to  hide. 

My  health  was  gone,  my  comforts  died. 

3  I  cried  aloud  to  thee,  my  God, 

"  What  canst  thou  profit  by  my  blood  ! 

Deep  in  the  dust,  can  I  declare 

Thy  truth,  or  sing  thy  goodness  there  1 

4  "  Hear  me,  O  God  of  grace ! "  I  said, 

"  And  bring  me  from  among  the  dead !" 

18* 


418  AFFLICTIONS. 

Thy  word  rebuk'd  the  pains  I  felt, 
Thy  pard'ning  love  remov'd  my  guilt. 

HYMN   665.     S.  M.     [467] 

AND  shall  I  sit  alone, 

Oppressed  with  grief  and  fear  7 
To  God,  my  Father,  make  my  moan, 

And  he  refuse  to  hear  1 

2  If  he  my  Father  be. 

His  pity  he  will  show , 
From  cruel  bondage  set  me  free. 

And  inward  peace  bestow. 

4  If  still  he  silence  keep, 

'Tis  but  my  faitli  to  try  ; 
He  knows  and  feels  whene'er  I  weep, 

And  softens  every  sigh. 

4  Then  will  I  humbly  wait, 

Nor  once  indulge  despair ; 
My  sins  arc  great,  but  not  vso  great 

As  his  compassions  are. 

HYMN   666.     C.  M.     [464] 

IT  is  the  Lord,  enthroned  in  light. 

Whose  claims  are  all  divine, 
Who  has  an  undisputed  right 

To  govern  me  and  mine. 

2  It  is  the  Lord,  who  gives  me  all 
My  wealth,  my  friends,  my  ease  ; 

And  of  his  bounties  may  recall 
Whatever  part  he  please. 

3  It  is  the  Lord,  my  covenant  God, 
Thrice  blessed  be  his  name ! 

Whose  gracious  promise,  sealed  with  blood, 
Must  ever  be  tlie  same. 

4  And  can  my  soul,  with  hopes  like  these, 
Be  sullen,  or  repine  7 


AFFLICTIONS.  4l9 

No,  gracious  God !  take  what  thou  please, 
To  thee  I  all  resign. 

HYMN  667.     L.  M.     [372] 

1  WILL  extol  thee,  Lord  on  high ! 
At  thy  command  diseases  fly  ; 
Who  but  a  God  can  speak  and  save 
From  the  dark  borders  of  the  grave ! 

2  Sing  to  his  name,  ye  saints  below, 
And  tell  how  wide  his  mercies  flow ; 
Let  all  your  pow'rs  exalt  the  Lord, 
While  you  his  holiness  record ! 

3  His  anger  but  a  moment  stays ; 
His  love  is  life  and  length  of  days : 
Though  grief  and  tears  the  night  employ, 
The  morning  star  restores  the  joy. 

HYMN  668.     C.  M.     [465] 

WHEN  languor  and  disease  invade 

This  trembling  house  of  clay, 
'Tis  sweet  to  look  beyond  my  pain, 

And  long  to  fly  away  : 

2  Sweet  to  look  inward,  and  attend 

The  whispers  of  his  love ; 
Sweet  to  look  upward,  to  the  place 

Where  Jesus  pleads  above : 

Sweet  to  look  back,  and  see  my  name 

In  life's  My  book  set  down  ; 
Sweet  to  look  forward,  and  behold 

Eternal  joys  my  own. 

4  If  such  the  sweetness  of  the  stream, 
What  must  the  fountain  be, 

Where  saints  and  angels  draw  their  bliss, 
O  Lord,  direct  from  thee ! 


420  MINISTERS    IN    SICKNESS. 

MINISTERS  IN  SICKNESS, 


HYMN  609.     L.  M.    [282] 

O  THOU,  before  whose  gracious  throne 
We  bow  our  suppliant  spirit  down, 
View  the  sad  breast,  the  streaming  eye, 
And  let  our  sorrow  pierce  the  sky. 

2  TIiou  knowest  the  anxious  cares  we  feel, 
And  all  our  trenibling^  lips  would  tell ; 
Thou  only  canst  assuage  our  grief. 

And  yield  our  wo-fraught  heart  relief, 

3  With  power  benign,  thy  sei-vant  spare, 
Nor  turn  aside  thy  people's  prayer ; 
Avert  thy  swift  descending  stroke, 

Nor  smite  the  shepherd  of  the  flock. 

4  Restore  him,  sinking  to  the  grave; 
Stretch  out  thine  arm,  make  hast  to  save ; 
Back  to  our  hopes  and  wishes  give, 
And  bid  our  friend  and  father  live. 

5  Bound  to  each  soul  ])y  tenderest  ties. 
In  every  breast  his  image  lies  ; 

Thy  pitying  aid,  oh  God,  impart. 

Nor  rend  him  from  each  bleeding  heart. 

6  Yet  if  our  supplications  fail, 

And  prayers  and  tears  can  nought  prevail ; 
Be  though  his  strength,  be  thou  his  stay, 
And  guide  him  safe  to  endless  day. 

HYMN  670.     C.  M.     [283] 

NOW  let  our  mourning  hearts  revive, 

And  all  our  tears  be  dry; 
Why  should  those  eyes  be  drown'd  in  grief, 

That  view  a  Saviour  nigh  ? 


AND    DEATH.  421 

2  What  tho'  the  arm  of  conquering  death 
Does  God's  own  house  invade  ] 

What  tho'  the  prophet  and  the  priest 
Be  number'd  with  the  dead  ? 

3  Tho'  earthly  shepherds  dwell  in  dust, 
The  aged  and  the  young — 

The  watchM  eye  in  darkness  clos'd, 
And  mute  th'  instructive  tongue ; 

4  Th'  eternal  Shepherd  still  survives, 
New  comfort  to  impart ; 

His  eyes  still  guide  us,  and  his  voice 
Still  animates  our  heart. 

5  "Lo,  I  am  with  you,"  saith  the  Lord, 
"  My  churcli  shall  safe  abide ; 

For  I  will  ne'er  forsake  my  own, 
Whose  souls  in  me  confide." 

6  Thro'  every  scene  of  life  and  death, 
This  promise  is  our  trust; 

And  this  shall  be  our  children's  song, 
When  we  are  cold  in  dust. 

HYMN  671.     C.  M.     [284] 

HIS  master  taken  from  his  head, 

Elisha  saw  him  go  ; 
And  in  desponding  accents  said, 

"  Ah  !  what  must  Israel  do?" 

2  But  he  forgot  the  Lord,  who  lifts 

The  beggar  to  the  throne,  v- 

Nor  knew  that  all  Elijah's  gifts, 
Would  soon  be  made  his  own. 

3  What — when  a  Paul  has  run  his  course. 
Or  when  ApoUos  dies — 

Is  Israel  left  without  resource  ? 
And  have  w^e  no  supplies  ? 

4  Yes,  while  the  dear  Redeemer  lives. 
We  have  a  boundless  store ; 


422  DEATH    AND     FUNERAL. 

And  shall  be  fed  with  what  he  gives 
Who  lives  for  evermore. 


DEATH   AND   FUNERAL. 


HYMN  672.     C.  M. 

O  GOD  !  our  help  in  ages  past, 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 

Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast, 
And  our  eternal  iiome : 

2  Under  the  shadow  of  thy  throne, 
Still  may  we  dwell  secure  ; 

Sufficient  is  thine  arm  alone, 
And  our  defence  is  sure. 

3  Before  the  hills  in  order  stood, 
Or  earth  received  her  frame. 

From  everlasting  thou  art  God, 

To  endless  years  the  same.  *^ 

4  A  Thousand  ages  in  thy  sight. 
Are  like  an  evening  gone ; 

Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night, 
Before  the  rising  sun. 

5  The  busy  tribes  of  flesh  and  blood. 
With  all  their  cares  and  fears, 

Are  carried  downward  by  the  flood 
And  lost  in  following  years. 

6  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  stream. 
Bears  all  its  sons  away : 

They  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  in  the  opening  day. 


DEATH     AND     FUNERAL.  423 

HYMN  673.     CM. 

THEE  we  adore,  Eternal  Name  ! 

And  humbly  own  to  thee, 
How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame, 

What  dying  worms  we  be ! 

2  The  year  rolls  round,  and  steals  away 
The  breath  that  first  it  gave: 

Whate'er  we  do,  where'er  we  be, 
We're  travelling  to  the  grave. 

3  Dangers  stand  thick  through  all  the  ground, 
To  push  us  through  the  tomb ; 

And  fierce  diseases  wait  around, 
To  hurry  mortals  home. 

4  Great  God  !  on  what  a  slender  thread 
Hang  everlasting  things ! 

Th'  eternal  states  of  all  the  dead 
Upon  life's  feeble  strings ! 

5  Infinite  joy,  or  endless  woe. 
Attends  on  every  breath ; 

And  yet  how  unconcern'd  we  go 
Upon  the  brink  of  death ! 

6  Waken,  O  Lord,  our  drowsy  sense, 
To  walk  this  dangerous  road ; 

And  if  our  souls  are  hurried  hence, 
May  they  be  found  with  God ! 

HYMN  674.     C.  P.  M.     [286] 

AND  am  I  only  born  to  die  1 
And  must  T  suddenly  comply 

With  nature's  stern  decree  ? 
What  after  death  for  me  remains  ? 
Celestial  joys,  or  hellish  pains, 

To  all  eternity ! 

2  How  then  ought  I  on  earth  to  live. 
While  God  prolongs  the  kind  reprieve, 


424  DEATH    AND    FUNERAL. 

And  props  the  house  of  clay  : 
My  sole  concern,  my  smgle  care, 
To  watch,  and  tremble,  and  prepare 

Against  that  fatal  day ! 

3  No  room  for  mirth  or  trifling  here, 
For  worldly  hope,  or  worldly  fear, 

If  life  so  soon  is  gone  ; 
If  now  the  judge  is  at  the  door, 
And  all  mankind  must  stand  before 

Th'  inexorable  throne ! 

4  Nothing  is  worth  a  thought  beneath, 
But  how  I  may  escape  the  death 

That  never,  never  dies  ! 
How  make  mine  own  election  sure ; 
And  when  I  fail  on  earth,  secure 

A  mansion  in  the  skies. 

5  Jesus,  vouchsafe  a  pitying  ray ; 

Be  thou  my  Guide,  be  thou  my  Way, 

To  glorious  happiness ! 
Ah !  write  the  pardon  on  my  heart; 
And  whensoe'er  I  hence  depart, 

Let  me  depart  in  peace  ! 

HYMN  675.     C.  M.     [287] 

AND  let  this  feeble  body  fail, 

And  let  it  faint  or  die ; 
My  soul  shall  quit  the  mournful  vale, 

And  soar  to  worlds  on  high  : 
Shall  join  the  disembodied  saints. 

And  find  its  long  sought  rest : 
That  only  bliss  for  which  it  pants, 

In  the  Redeemer's  breast. 

2  O  what  hath  Jesus  bought  for  me ! 

Before  my  ravished  eyes, 
Rivers  of  life  divine  I  see, 

And  trees  of  Paradise ! 


DEATH    AND    FUNERAL.  425 

1  see  a  world  of  spirits  bright, 

Who  tast  their  pleasures  there  ! 
They  all  are  rob'd  in  spotless  white, 
And  conqu'ring  palms  they  bear. 

3  O  what  are  all  my  sufferings  here, 

If,  Lord,  thou  count  me  meet. 
With  that  enraptured  host  t'  appear, 

And  worship  at  thy  feet! 
Give  joy  or  grief,  give  ease  or  pain, 

Take  life  or  friends  away ; 
But  let  me  find  them  all  again 

In  that  eternal  day. 

HYMN  676.     C.  M.     [288] 

HARK  !  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound, 

My  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, 
Shall  lie  as  low  as  ours." 

3  Great  God  !  is  this  our  certain  doom ! 
And  are  we  still  secure ! 

Still  walking  downward  to  the  tomb, 
And  yet  prepar'd  no  more ! 

4  Grant  us  the  power  of  quick'ning  grace, 
1^0  fit  our  souls  to  fly  ; 

Then,  when  we  drop  this  dying  flesh. 
We'll  rise  above  the  sky. 

HYMN  677.    S.  M.    [289] 

AND  must  this  body  die. 

This  well- wrought  frame  decay  1 

And  must  these  active  limbs  of  mine 
Lie  mould'ring  in  the  clay ! 


426  DEATH     AND     FU?^ERAL. 

2  Corruption,  earth  and  worms, 
Shall  but  refine  this  flesh, 

Till  my  triumphant  spirit  comes 
To  put  it  on  afresh. 

3  God,  my  Redeemer,  lives, 
And  ever  from  the  skies 

Looks  down  and  watches  all  my  dust, 
Till  he  shall  bid  it  rise. 

4  Array'd  in  glorious  grace, 
Shall  these  vile  bodies  shine; 

And  every  shape,  and  every  face, 
Be  heavenly  and  divine. 

5  These  lively  hopes  we  owe, 
Lord,  to  thy  dying  love : 

O  may  w^e  bless  thy  grace  below, 
And  sing  thy  grace  above ! 

6  Saviour,  accept  the  praise 
Of  these  our  humble  songs. 

Till  tunes  of  nobler  sounds  we  raise 
With  our  immortal  tongues. 

HYMN   678.     8s  &  7s.   [290] 

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  of  love. 

2  Struggle  through  thy  latest  passion, 
To  thy  great  Redeemer's  breast; 

To  his  uttermost  salvation. 
To  his  everlasting  rest. 

For  the  joy  he  sets  before  thee. 
Bear  a  momentary  pain  ; 


DEATH     AND    FUNERAL.  427 

Die  to  live  a  life  of  glory  ; 

Suffer,  with  thy  Lord  to  reign. 

HYMN  679.     P.  M.     [471] 

O  WH  A.T  is  life  ?— 'tis  like  a  flowe.- 

That  blossoms  and  is  gone ; 
It  flourishes  its  little  hour, 

With  all  its  beauty  on  : 
Death  comes,  and,  like  a  wintry  day, 
It  cuts  the  lovely  flower  away. 

2  O  what  is  life  "^—'tis  like  the  bow 
That  glistens  in  the  sky : 

We  love  to  see  its  colors  glow  ; 
But  while  we  look,  they  die : 
Life  fails  as  soon ; — to-day  'tis  here  ; 
To-morrow  it  may  disappear. 

3  Lord,  what  is  life? — if  spent  with  thee. 
In  liumble  praise  and  prayer, 

How  long  or  short  our  life  may  be, 

We  feel  no  anxious  care  : 
Thougli  life  depart,  our  joys  shall  last 
When  life  and  all  its  joys  are  past. 

HYMN  680.     8s. 

REJOICE  for  a  brother  deceas'd, 

Our  loss  is  his  infinite  gain ; 
A  soul  out  of  prison  releas'd. 

And  freed  from  its  bodily  chain ; 
With  vsongs  let  us  follow  is  flight. 

And  mount  with  liis  spirit  above ; 
Escap'd  to  the  mansions  of  light, 

And  lodg'd  in  the  Eden  of  love. 

2  Our  brother  the  haven  hath  gain'd, 
Outflying  the  tempest  and  wind, 

His  rest  he  hath  sooner  obtain'd. 
And  left  his  companions  behind  ; 

Still  toss'd  on  the  sea  of  distress, 

Hard  toiling  to  make  the  blest  shore, 


428  DEATH    AND    FUNERAL. 

Where  all  is  assurance  and  peace, 
And  sorrow  and  sin  are  no  more. 

3  There  all  the  ship's  company  meet, 

Who  sail'd  with  the  Saviour  beneath  ; 
With  sliouting  each  other  they  greet. 

And  triumph  o'er  sorrow  and  death : 
The  voyage  of  hfe's  at  an  end, 

The  mortal  alHiction  is  past : 
The  age  tliat  in  heaven  they  spend, 

For  ever  and  ever  shall  last. 

HYMN  681.     CM.     [291] 

WHY  do  we  mourn  for  dying  friends, 

Or  shake  at  death's  alarms  ? 
'Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends. 

To  call  them  to  his  arms. 

2  Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 
Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 

There  once  the  flesh  of  Jesus  lay, 
And  left  a  long  perfume. 

3  The  graves  of  all  his  saints  he  blest. 
And  soften'd  every  bed  : 

Where  should  the  dying  members  rest. 
But  with  their  dying  Head  7 

4  Thence  he  arose,  ascending  high, 
And  show'd  our  feet  the  way : 

Up  to  the  Lord  our  flesh  shall  fly, 
At  the  great  rising  day. 

HYMN  682.     L.  M.     [292] 

SHRINKING  from  the  cold  hand  of  death, 
I  soon  shall  gather  up  my  feet ; 

Shall  soon  resign  this  fleeting  breath. 
And  die, — my  father's  God  to  meet. 

2  Number'd  among  thy  people,  I 
Expect  with  joy  thy  face  to  see : — 


429  DEATH    AND    FUNERAL. 

Because  thou  didst  for  sinners  die, 
Jesus  in  death  remember  me ! 

3  O,  that  without  a  ling 'ring  groan, 
I  may  the  welcome  word  receive ! 

My  body  with  my  charge  lay  down, 
And  cease  at  once  to  work  and  live ! 

4  Walk  with  me  thro'  the  dreadful  shade, 
And  certified  that  thou  art  mine, 

My  spirit,  calm,  and  undismay'd, 
I  shall  into  thy  hands  resign. 

HYMN  683.     L.  M.     [292] 

PASS  a  few  swiftly  fleeting  years, 

And  all  that  now  in  bodies  live, 
Shall  quit,  like  me,  the  vale  of  tears, 

Their  righteous  sentence  to  receive. 
2  But  all,  before  they  hence  remove, 

May  mansions  for  themselves  prepare, 
In  that  eternal  house  above : 

And,  O  my  God,  shall  I  be  there"? 

HYxMN  684.     L.  M. 

THE  morning  flowers  display  their  sweets, 
And  gay  their  silken  leaves  unfold  ; 

As  careless  of  the  noontide  heats. 
As  fearless  of  the  evening  cold. 

2  Nipt  by  the  wind's  untimely  blast, 
Parch 'd  by  the  sun's  directer  ray, 

The  momentary  glories  waste, 
The  short-liv'd  beauties  die  away. 

3  So  blooms  the  human  face  divine, 

When  youth  its  pride  of  beauty  shows ; 
Fairer  than  spring  the  colors  shine, 
And  sweeter  than  the  virgin  rose. 
4  Or  w^orn  by  slowly-rolling  years. 
Or  broke  by  sickness  in  a  day, 


430  DEATH     AND     FUNERAL. 

The  fading  glory  disappears, 
The  short-liv'd  beauties  die  away. 

5  Yet  these,  new  rising  from  the  tomb, 
With  lustre  brighter  far  shall  shine. 

Revive  with  ever-during  bloom, 
Safe  from  diseases  and  decline. 

IIYMX   685.     C.  M.     [293] 

VAIN  man,  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear ; 

Repent,  thy  end  is  nigli : 
Death  at  the  farthest  can't  be  far  : 

O  !  think  before  thou  die. 

2  Reflect ;  thou  hast  a  soul  to  save ; 
Thy  sins,  how  high  they  mount ! 

What  are  thy  hopes  beyond  the  grave  7 
How  stands  that  dark  account  ? 

3  Death  enters,  and  there's  no  defence ; 
His  time  there's  none  to  tell ; 

He'll  in  a  moment  call  thee  hence, 
To  heaven  or  down  to  hell. 

4  Tliy  flesh,  perhaps  thy  greatest  care. 
Shall  crawling  worms  consume : 

But  ah  !  destruction  stops  not  there  ; 
Sin  kills  beyond  the  tomb. 

HYMN  686.     C.  M. 

THY  life  I  read,  my  gracious  Lord, 

With  transport  all  divine  ; 
Thine  image  trace  in  every  word, 

Thy  love  in  every  line. 

2  Methinks  I  see  a  thousand  charms 
Spread  o'er  thy  lovely  face, 

While  infants  in  thy  tender  arms 
Receive  the  smiling  grace. 

3  "  I  Take  these  little  lambs,"  said  he, 
"  And  lay  them  in  my  breast ; 


DEATH     AND    FUNERAL.  431 

Protection  they  shall  find  in  me, 
In  me  be  ever  blest. 

4  "  Death  may  the  bands  of  life  unloose, 
But  can't  dissolve  my  love  : 

Millions  of  infant  souls  compose 
The  family  above. 

5  "  Their  feeble  frames  my  powers  shall  raise, 
And  mould  with  heavenly  skill : 

I'll  give  them  tongues  to  sing  my  praise, 
And  hands  to  do  my  will." 

HYMN  687.     L.  M. 

WHY  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die ! 

What  tim'rous  worms  we  mortals  are ; 
Death  is  the  gate  to  endless  joy, 

And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 

2  The  pains,  the  groans,  the  dying  strife, 
Fright  our  approaching  souls  away  ; 

And  we  shrink  back  again  to  life, 
Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay. 

3  O  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet, 

My  soul  would  stretch  her  wings  in  haste, 
Fly  fearless  through  death's  iron  gate, 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  past ! 

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. 

HYMN  688.     8s.     [295] 

GIVE  glory  to  Jesus  our  Head, 

With  all  that  encompass  his  throne ; 

A  widow,  a  widow  indeed, 
A  mother  in  Israel  is  gone ; 

The  winter  of  trouble  is  past; 
The  storms  of  affliction  are  o'er ; 


432  DEATH    AND    FUNARAL. 

Her  struggle  is  ended  at  last, 

And  sorrow  and  death  are  no  more. 

2  The  soul  has  o'ertaken  her  mate, 

And  caught  him  again  in  the  sky : 
Advanc'd  to  her  holy  estate, 

And  pleasure  that  never  shall  die : 
Where  glorified  spirits  by  sight, 

Converse  in  their  happy  abode ; 
As  stars  in  the  firmament  bright, 

And  pure  as  the  angels  of  God. 

HYMN    689.     C.  M.     [329j 

HEAR  what  the  voice  from  heaven  proclaims, 

For  all  the  pious  dead  ! 
Sweet  is  the  savor  of  their  names, 

And  soft  their  dying  bed. 

2  They  die  in  Jesus,  and  are  blest ; 
How  calm  their  slumbers  are! 

From  sufferings  and  from  w^oes  released. 
And  freed  from  every  snare : 

3  Till  that  illustrious  morning  come, 
When  all  thy  saints  shall  rise ; 

And  deck'd  in  full  immortal  bloom, 
Attend  thee  to  the  skies. 

4  Their  tongues,  great  Prince  of  Life,  shall  join 
With  their  recover'd  breath  ; 

And  all  the  immortal  host  ascribe 
Their  victory  to  thy  death. 

HYMN  G90.     7s. 

HARK  !  a  voice  divides  the  sky, 

Happy  are  the  faithful  dead ! 
In  the  Lord  who  sweetly  die, 

They  from  all  their  toils  are  freed, 
Them  the  Spirit  hath  declared 

Blest,  unutterably  blest : 


DEATH  AND  FUNERAL. 


433 


Jesus  is  their  great  reward, 
Jesus  is  their  endless  rest. 

2  Follow'd  by  their  works  they  go, 
Where  their  Head  hath  gone  before; 

Reconciled  by  grace  below, 

Grace  had  open'd  Mercy's  door ; 

Justified  through  faith  alone, 

Here  they  knew  their  sins  forgiven  : 

Here  they  laid  their  burden  down, 
Hallowed,  and  made  meet  for  heaven, 

3  Who  can  now  lament  the  lot 
Of  a  saint  in  Christ  deceased '? 

LiCt  the  w^orld,  who  know  us  not, 
Call  us  hopeless  and  unbless'd : 

When  from  flesh  the  spirit  freed, 
Hastens  homeward  to  return, 

Mortals  cry,  "A  man  is  dead  !" 
Angels  sing,  "  A  child  is  born !" 

4  Born  into  the  w^orld  above. 
They  our  happy  brother  greet; 

Bear  him  to  the  throne  of  LiOve, 
Place  him  at  the  Saviour's  feet : 

Jesus  smiles,  and  says,  "  Well  done, 
Good  and  faithful  servant  thou ; 

Enter,  and  receive  thy  crown ; 
Reign  with  me  triumphant  now." 

HYMN  691.     C.  M. 

THERE  is  a  house  not  made  with  hands, 

Eternal  and  on  high  ; 
And  here  my  spirit  waiting  stands, 

Till  God  shall  bid  it  fly. 

2  Shortly  this  prison  of  my  clay 

Must  be  dissolved  and  fall ; 
Then,  O  my  soul,  with  joy  obey 

Thy  heavenly  Father's  call. 

19 


434  DtlATH     AND    FUNERAL, 

3  Tis  he,  by  his  ahiiighty  grace 
That  forms  thee  tit  for  heaven ; 

And,  as  an  earnest  of  the  place, 
Has  his  own  spirit  given. 

4  We  walk  by  faith  of  joys  to  come; 
Faith  hves  uixj!1  his  word  ; 

But  while  the  body  is  our  home, 
We're  absent  from  the  Lord. 

5  'Tis  pleasant  to  l)elievc  thy  grace, 
But  we  had  rather  see  ; 

We  would  he  absent  from  the  flesh, 
And  present,  Lord,  with  thee. 

HYMN  6U2.     ('.  M.     [188] 

MY  soul,  come,  meditate  the  day. 
And  think  how  near  it  stands. 

When  tiiou  must  quit  this  house  of  clay. 
And  fly  to  unknown  lands. 

2  O  could  we  die  with  those  who  die, 
And  place  us  in  tiieir  stead. 

Then  would  our  spirits  learn  to  fly, 
And  converse  witii  the  dead  : — 

3  Tiien  should  we  see  the  saints  above 
In  their  own  glorious  forms  : 

And  wonder  why  our  souls  should  love 
To  dwell  with  mortal  worms. 

4  We  should  almost  forsake  our  clay, 
Before  the  summons  come, 

And  pray,  and  wish  our  souls  aw^ay, 
To  their  eternal  home. 

HYMX  963.     C.  M. 

TEACH  me  the  measure  of  my  days, 

Thou  Maker  of  my  frame ; 
I  would  survey  life's  narrow  space, 

And  learn  how  frail  I  am. 


DEATH    AND     FUNERAL.  435 

2  A  span  is  all  that  we  can  boast, 
An  inch  or  two  of  time ; 

Man  is  but  vanity  and  dust, 
In  all  his  flow'er  and  prime. 

3  Some  walk  in  honor's  gaudy  show, 
Some  dig  lor  golden  ore; 

They  toil  lor  heirs,  they  know  not  who, 
And  straight  are  seen  no  more. 

4  What  should  I  wish  or  wait  for,  then, 
From  creatures,  earth  and  dust? 

They  make  our  expectations  vain, 
And  disappoint  our  trust. 

5  Now  I  forbid  my  carnal  hope. 
My  fond  desires  recall ; 

1  give  my  mortal  int'rest  up, 

And  make  my  God  my  all ! 

HYMN  694.     7s  &  6s.     [468j 

TIME  is  winging  us  away 

To  our  eternal  home  ; 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day — 

A  journey  to  the  tomb; 
Youth  and  vigor  soon  will  flee, 

Bloooming  beauty  lose  its  charms ; 
All  that's  mortal  soon  shall  be 

Enclosed  in  death's  cold  arms. 

2  Time  is  winging  us  away 
To  our  eternal  home; 

Life  is  but  a  winter's  day — 

A  journey  to  the  tomb  ; 
But  the  Christian  shall  enjoy 

Health  and  beauty  soon  above, 
Where  no  worldly  griefs  annoy. 

Secure  in  Jesus'  love. 

HYMN  695.     7s  &  6s.     [468] 

AS  flows  the  rapid  river,  r 

With  channel  broad  and  free. 


436  DEATH     AND     FUNERAL. 

Its  waters  rippling  ever, 
^  And  hasting  to  the  sea, 
So  hie  is  onward  flowing, 

And  days  of  offered  peace, 
And  man  is  swiftly  going 
Where  calls  of  mercy  cease. 

2  As  moons  are  ever  waning. 
As  hastes  the  sun  away, 

As  stormy  winds,  complaining. 

Bring  on  the  wintry  day, 
So  fast  the  night  comes  o'er  us — 

The  darkness  of  the  grave ; 
And  death  is  just  before  us : 

God  takes  the  life  he  gave. 

3  Say,  hath  thy  heart  its  treasure 
Laid  up  in  worlds  above  ] 

And  is  it  all  thy  pleasure 

Thy  God  to  praise  and  love'? 

Beware,  lest  death's  dark  river 
Its  billows  o'er  thee  roll. 

And  thou  lament  for  ever 
The  ruin  of  thy  soul. 

HYMN  696.    C.  M.     [334] 

COME,  let  us  join  our  friends  above, 

That  have  obtain'd  the  prize. 
And  on  the  eagle  wings  of  love 

To  joys  celestial  rise : 
Let  all  the  saints  terrestrial  sing. 

With  those  to  glory  gone : 
For  all  the  servants  of  our  King, 

In  earth  and  heaven,  are  one. 

2  One  family  we  dwell  in  him. 
One  church  above,  beneath. 

Though  now  divided  by  the  stream, 
The  narrow  stream  of  death : 

One  army  of  the  living  God, 
To  his  command  we  bow ; 


DEATH     AND     FUNERAL.  437 

Part  of  his  hosts  have  cross'd  the  flood, 
And  part  are  crossing  now. 

3  Ten  thousand  to  their  endless  home 

This  solemn  moment  fly ; 
And  we  are  to  the  margin  come, 

And  we  expect  to  die : 
His  mihtant  embodied  host, 

With  wishful  looks  we  stand, 
And  long  to  see  that  happy  coast, 

And  reach  the  heavenly  land. 

SECOND    PART. 

HYMN  697.     C.  M. 

OUR  old  companions  in  distress, 

We  haste  again  to  see ; 
And  eager  long  for  our  release 

And  full  felicity. 
Ev'n  now  by  faith  we  join  our  hands, 

With  those  that  went  before : 
And  greet  the  blood-besprinkled  bands, 

On  the  eternal  shore. 

2  Our  spirits  too  shall  quickly  join, 

Like  theirs  with  glory  crown 'd, 
And  sliout  to  see  our  Captain's  sign, 

To  hear  his  trumpet  sound. 
O  that  we  now  might  grasp  our  guide ! 

O  that  the  word  were  given ! 
Come,  Lord  of  hosts,  the  waves  divide. 

And  land  us  all  in  heaven ! 

HYMN  698.     L.  M.     [473] 

SO  fades  the  lovely,  blooming  flower, 
Frail,  smiling  solace  of  an  hour ; 
So  soon  our  transient  comforts  fly, 
And  pleasure  only  blooms  to  die. 

2  Is  there  no  kind,  no  healing  art, 
To  soothe  the  anguish  of  the  heart  1 


438  DEATH     A  .NT)     FUN'FRAI.. 

Spirit  of  grace  be  ever  ni*,^!  : 
Thy  coin(brts  are  not  made  lo  die. 

3  Let  angel  patience  smile  on  pain, 
Till  dying  hope  revi\  es  again  ; 
Hope  wipes  tlie  tear  from  sorrow's  eye, 
And  faith  points  upward  to  the  sky. 

IIYMX  tm.     C.  M.     [474] 

WHEN  blooniing  youth  is  snatched  away 

By  death's  resistless  iiand, 
Our  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay, 

Which  pity  must  demand. 

2  While  pity  prompts  the  rising  sigh, 
(),  may  this  truth,  impressed 

With  awful  power,  '"  I  too  must  die," 
Sink  deep  in  every  breast. 

3  Let  this  vain  world  engage  no  more: 
Behold  the  oi)ening  tomb: 

It  bids  us  seize  the  i)resent  hour: 
To-morrow  death  may  come. 

4  (),  k^t  us  fly— to  Jesus  fly, 
Wliose  powerful  arm  can  save ; 

Then  sliall  our  hopes  ascend  on  high, 
And  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 

HYMN  700.     8s  i5c  7s.     [475]  * 

SISTER,  thou  wast  mild  and  lovely, 

Gentle  as  the  sumuier  breeze, 
Pleasant  as  the  air  of  evening. 

When  it  floats  among  the  trees. 

2  Peaceful  be  thy  silent  slumber — 
Peaceful  in  the  grave  so  low : 

Thou  no  more  w  ilt  join  our  number ; 
Thou  no  more  our  songs  shalt  know. 

3  Dearest  sister,  thou  hast  left  us  ; 
Here  thy  loss  we  deeply  feel ; 


DEATH     AND     FUNERAL.  439 

But  'tis  God  that  hath  bereft  us : 
He  can  all  our  sorrows  heal. 

4  Yet  again  we  hope  to  meet  thee, 

When  the  day  of  life  is  fled, 
Then  in  heaven  with  joy  to  greet  thee, 

Where  no  farewell  tear  is  shed. 

HYMN  701.     12s  &  lis.     [477) 

THOU  art  gone  to  the  grave;  but  we  will  not 
deplore  thee, 
Though  sorrows  and  darkness  encompass 
the  tomb ; 
The  Saviour  has  passed  through  its  portals 
before  thee, 
And  the  lamp  of  his  love  is  thy  guide  through 
the  glooHL 

2  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave ;  w^e  no  longer 

behold  thee, 

Nor  tread  the  rough  paths  of  the  world  by 
thy  side ; 
But  thy  wide  arms  of  mercy  are  spread  to  en- 
fold thee, 

And  sinners  may  hope,  since  the  Saviour 
hath  died. 

3  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave ;  and,  its  mansion 

forsaking, 

Perchance  thy  w^eak  spirit  in  doubt  lingered 
long ; 
But  the  sunshine  of  heaven  beamed  bright  on 
thy  waking 

And  the  sound  thou  didst  hear  was  the  se- 
raphim's song. 

4  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave ;  but  we  will  not 

deplore  thee ; 
Since  God  was  thy  Ransom,  thy  Guardian, 
thy  Guide; 


440  DEATH    AND     FUNERAL. 

He  gave  thee,  he  took  thee,  and  he  will  restore 
thee : 
And  death  has  no  sting  since  the  Saviour 
hath  died. 

HYMN  702.     C.  M.     [475] 

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  yellow  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  slied  ! 

'Tis  like  tiie  peace  tlie  Christian  gives 
To  mourners  round  his  bed. 

4  How  mildly  on  the  wandering  cloud 
The  sunset  beam  is  cast ! 

So  sweet  the  memory  left  behind. 
When  loved  ones  breathe  their  last. 

HYMN  703.     L.  M.     [331] 

THE  saints  wdio  die  of  Christ  possest^ 
Enter  into  immediate  rest ; 
For  then  no  further  test  remains, 
Of  purging  fires,  and  torturing  pains. 

2  Who  trusting  in  their  Loni  depart. 
Cleansed  from  all  sin,  and  pure  in  hearty 
The  bliss  unmix'd,  the  glorious  prize, 
They  find  with  Christ  in  paradise. 

3  Close  foUow'd  by  their  works  they  go, 
Their  Master's  purchased  joy  to  know : 
Their  works  enhance  the  bliss  prepared. 
And  each  hath  its  distinct  reward. 


DEATH     AND     FUNERAL. 


441 


4  Yet  glorified  by  grace  alone, 
They  cast  their  crowns  before  the  throne ; 
And  fill  the  echoing  courts  above, 
With  praises  of  redeeming  love. 

HYMN  704.  L.  M.     [332] 

ALMIGHTY  Maker  of  my  frame, 
Teach  me  the  measure  of  my  days ; 

Teach  me  to  know  how  frail  I  am, 
And  spend  the  remnant  to  thy  praise. 

2  My  days  are  shorter  than  a  span  ; 
A  little  point  my  life  appears ; 

How  frail,  at  best,  is  dying  man ! 

How  vain  are  all  his  hopes  and  fears  ! 

3  Vain  his  ambition,  noise,  and  show ; 
Vain  are  the  cares  which  rack  his  mind; 

He  heaps  up  treasures  mix'd  witlr  wo, 
And  dies  and  leaves  them  all  behind. 

4  O  be  a  nobler  portion  mine ! 

My  God,  I  bow  before  thy  throne: 
Earth's  fleeting  treasures  I  resign. 
And  fix  my  hope  on  thee  alone. 

HYMN  705.     S.  M. 

AND  am  I  born  to  die  ? 

To  lay  this  body  down  7 
And  must  my  trembling  spirit  fly 

Into  a  world  unknown  ? — 
A  land  of  deepest  shade, 

Unpierced  by  human  thought; 
The  dreary  regions  of  the  dead, 

Where  all  things  are  forgot. 

2  Soon  as  from  earth  I  go. 

What  will  become  of  me? 
Eternal  happiness  or  wo 

Must  then  my  portion  be  ; 
Waked  by  the  trumpet's  sound, 
19* 


442  RESURRECTION. 

I  from  my  grave  shall  rise, 
And  see  the  Judge  with  glory  crowned 
\nd  see  the  flaming  skies. 

3  How  shall  I  leave  my  tomb  ? 

With  triumph  or  regret? 
A  fearful  or  a  joyful  doom, 

A  curse  or  blessing,  meet? 
Will  angel-bands  convey 

Their  brother  to  the  bar? 
Or  devils  drag  my  soul  away, 

To  meet  its  sentence  there  ? 


RESURRECTION. 


HYM\  706.     7s.     [319] 

"  CHRIST,  the  Lord,  is  ris'n  to-day," 
Sons  of  men  and  angels  say  ! 
Raise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high  : 
Sing,  ye  heavens ;  thou  earth  reply. 

2  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done  ; 
Fought  the  fight,  the  battle  won: 
Lo  !  the  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  hath  open'd  Paradise. 

4  Lives  again  our  glorious  King ! 
Where,  O  death,  is  now  thy  sting  ? 
Once  he  died  our  souls  to  save ; 
Where's  thy  victory,  boasting  grave? 


KESTJRKECTION.  443 

5  Soar  we  now,  where  Christ  hath  led, 
Following  our  exalted  Head ; 

Made  like  him,  like  him  we  rise ; 
Ours  the  cross,  the  grave,  the  skies, 

6  King  of  glory !  Soul  of  bliss  ! 
Everlasting  life  is  this : 

Thee  to  know,  thy  power  to  prove. 
Thus  to  sing  and  thus  to  love. 

HYMN  707.     7s. 

ANGELS,  roil  the  rock  away,  "^ 

Death,  yield  up  thy  mighty  prey: 
See !  he  rises  from  the  tomb — 
Rises  with  immortal  bloom. 

2  'Tis  the  Saviour  ;  seraphs  raise 
Your  triumphant  shouts  of  praise; 
Let  the  earth's  remotest  bound 
Hear  the  joy-inspiring  sound, 

3  Lift,  ye  saints,  lift  up  your  eyes, 
Now  to  glory  see  him  rise ; 
Hosts  of  angels  on  the  road 

Hail  and  sing  th'  incarnate  God. 

4  Praise  him,  all  ye  heavenly  choirs, 
Praise  him  Avith  your  golden  lyres; 
Praise  him  in  your  noblest  songs  ; 
Praise  him  from  ten  thousand  tongues. 

HYMN  708.    7s.     [411] 

HARK !  the  herald  angels  say, 
Christ,  the  Lord,  is  ris'n  to-day 
Raise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high, 
Let  the  glorious  tidings  fly. 

2  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done ! 
Th'  battle  fought,  the  vict'ry  won ! 
Lo !  the  sun's  eclipse  is  o'er ; 
Lo !  he  sets  in  blood  no  more ! 


444  RESURKECTION. 

3  Vain  the  stone,  the  seal,  the  guard  I 
Christ  the  gloom}-  gates  unbarr'd: 
Death  in  vain  forbids  his  rise ; 
Christ  has  open'd  paradise. 

4  Lives  again  our  glorious  King ! 

"  Where,  O  death,  is  now  thy  sting  V^ 

Once  he  died  our  souls  to  save ; 

"  Where's  thy  vict'ry,  boasting  grave.'^ 

HYMN  709.     L.  M.     [353] 

WHEN  God  is  nigh  my  faith  is  strong^ 
His  arm  is  my  almighty  prop  ;, 

Be  glad  my  heart,  rejoice  my  tongue^ 
My  dying  flesh  shall  rest  in  hope. 

2  Though  in  the  dust  I  lay  my  head, 
Yet  gracious  Lord,  thou  wilt  not  leave 

My  body  always  widi  the  dead. 
Nor  of  glad  hope  my  soul  bereave. 

3  My  flesh  shall  thy  first  call  obey. 
Shake  off  the  dust  and  rise  on  high; 

Then  si i alt  thou  lead  the  wondrous  way, 
Up  to  thy  throne  above  the  sky. 

HYMN  710.     L.  M.     [369] 

WHAT  sinners  value  T  resign  ; 
Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine  ; 

1  shall  behold  thy  blissful  face. 

And  stand  complete  in  righteousness. 

2  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  show ; 
But  that  bright  world  to  which  I  go 
Hath  joys  substantial  and  sincere ; 
When  shall  I  wake,  and  find  me  there"? 

3  O  jjlorious  hour  !  O  blest  abode  ! 
I  shall  be  near  and  like  my  God ; 
And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  control 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  my  soul ! 


RESURRECTION.  445 

4  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound ; 
Then  burst  the  chains,  with  sweet  surprise, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise. 

HYMN  711.     CM.     [35] 

THE  Lord  of  Sabbath  let  us  praise, 

In  concert  with  the  blest, 
Who,  joyful  in  harmonious  lays. 

Employ  an  endless  rest. 

2  On  this  glad  day  a  brighter  scene 
Of  glory  was  display'd. 

By  God,  th'  eternal  Word,  than  when 
This  universe  was  made. 

3  He  rises,  who  mankind  has  bought, 
With  grief  and  pain  extreme : 

'Twas  great  to  speak  the  world  from  nought; 
'Twas  greater  to  redeem. 

4  Alone  the  dreadful  race  he  ran, 
Alone  the  wine-press  trod; 

He  dies  and  suffers  as  a  man, 
He  rises  as  a  God. 

5  The  Sun  of  Righteousness  appears. 
To  set  in  blood  no  more ; 

Adore  the  scatterer  of  your  fears. 
Your  rising  Sun  adore. 

HYMN  712.     L.  M.     [3f3] 

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. 
There  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay ; 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates ; 

Ye  everlasting  doors  give  way. 


446  SECOND    ADVENT. 

2  Loose  all  your  bars  of  massy  light, 
And  wide  unfold  the  ethereal  scene ; 

He  claims  these  mansions  as  his  right, 
Receive  the  King  of  Glory  in. 

Who  is  the  King  of  Glory  7    Who? 
The  Lord  that  all  our  foes  o'ercame, 

The  world,  sin,  death,  and  hell  o'erthrew ; 
And  Jesus  is  the  conqueror's  name. 

3  Lo  !  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 
And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay  ; 

Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates, 
Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way. 

Who  is  the  King  of  Glory  7     Who  ? 
The  Lord  of  glorious  powder  possest ; 

The  King  of  saints  and  angels  too, 
God  over  all,  for  ever  blest. 


SECOND  ADVENT. 


HYMN  713.     P.  M.     [295] 

LO  !  He  comes,  w^ith  clouds  descending, 
Once  for  favor'd  sinners  slain ! 

Thousand  thousand  saints  attending, 
Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train ! 

Hallelujah ! 
God  appears  on  earth  to  reign. 

2  Every  eye  shall  now  behold  him, 

Rob'd  in  dreadful  majesty  ; 
Those  who  set  at  nought  and  sold  him, 

Pierc'd  and  nail'd  him  to  the  tree. 
Deeply  wailing, 

Shall  the  true  Messiah  see. 


SECOND    ADVENT.  447 

3  The  dear  tokens  of  his  passion, 
Still  his  dazzling  body  bears ; 

Cause  of  endless  exultation 
To  his  ransom'd  worshippers ; 

With  what  rapture 
Gaze  we  on  these  glorious  scars ! 

4  Yea,  Amen !  let  all  adore  thee, 
High  on  thy  eternal  throne ! 

Saviour  take  the  power  and  glory. 
Claim  the  kingdom  for  thine  own ! 

Jah !  Jehovah  ! 
"Everlasting  God,  come  down ! 

HYMN  714.     L.  M.     [296] 

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. 

2  The  Lord  will  come ;  a  dreadful  form, 
With  wreath  of  flame,  and  robe  of  storm ; 
On  cherub  wings,  and  wings  of  wind, 
Anointed  Judge  of  human-kind. 

3  Can  this  be  He,  who  wont  to  stray, 
A  pilgrim  on  the  world's  highway  7 

By  power  oppress'd  and  mock'd  by  pride  ? 
O,  God,  is  this  the  crucified  ? 

4  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. 

HYMN  715.     7s.     [297] 

IN  the  sun,  and  moon,  and  stars, 
Signs  and  wonders  there  shall  be ; 

Earth  shall  quake  with  inward  woes, 
Nations  with  perplexity. 

2  Soon  shall  ocean's  hoary  deep, 
Tost  witb  stronger  tempests,  rise ; 


448  SECOND    ADVENT. 

Darker  storms  the  mountain  sweep, 
Redder  lightning  rend  the  skies. 

3  Evil  thoughts  shall  shake  the  proud, 
Racking  doubt  and  restless  fear ; 

And  amid  the  thunder-cloud 
Shall  the  Judge  of  men  appear. 

4  But  thougli  from  before  his  face, 
Heaven  shall  fade,  and  earth  shall  fly, 

Fear  not  ye,  his  chosen  race. 
Your  redemption  draweth  nigh. 

HYMN   716.     7s.     [397] 

HASTEN,  Lord,  thy  promised  hour ; 
Come  in  glory  and  in  power : 
Still  thy  foes  are  unsubdued  ; 
Nature  sighs  to  be  renewed. 

2  Time  has  nearly  reached  its  sum  : 
All  things,  with  thy  bride,  say,  "  Come, 
Jesus,  whom  all  worlds  adore, 
Come,  and  reign  for  evermore." 

HYMN  717.     S.  M.     [463] 

YE  servants  of  the  Lord, 

Each  in  his  office  wait ; 
With  joy  obey  his  heavenly  word, 

And  watch  before  his  gate. 

2  Let  all  your  lamps  be  bright, 
And  trim  the  golden  flame  ; 

Gird  up  your  loins  as  in  his  sight, 
For  awful  is  his  name. 

3  Watch  !  'tis  your  Lord's  command ; 
And  while  we  speak  he's  near ; 

Mark  the  first  signal  of  his  hand. 
And  ready  all  appear. 

4  O  happy  servant  he. 

In  such  a  posture  found ! 
He  shall  his  Lord  with  rapture  see, 
And  be  with  honor  crowned. 


GETfERAL    JUDGMENT.  449 

GENERAL  JUDGMENT. 


HYMN    718.     S.  M. 

THOU  Judge  of  quick  and  dead, 

Before  whose  bar  severe, 
With  holy  joy  or  guilty  dread, 

We  all  shall  soon  appear ; 
Our  caution'd  souls  prepare 

For  that  tremendous  day  ; 
And  fill  us  now  with  watchful  care, 

And  stir  us  up  to  pray. 

2  To  pray  and  wait  the  hour, 
That  awful  hour  unknown. 

When  rob'd  in  majesty  and  power, 
Thou  shalt  from  heaven  come  down. 

Th'  immortal  son  of  man, 
To  judge  the  human  race, 

With  all  thy  Father's  dazzling  train, 
With  all  thy  glorious  grace. 

3  To  damp  our  earthly  joys, 

T'  increase  our  gracious  fears. 
For  ever  let  the  archangel's  voice 

Be  sounding  in  our  ears. 
The  solemn  midnight  cry, 

"  Ye  dead,  the  Judge  is  come ! 
Arise  and  meet  him  in  the  sky. 

And  meet  your  instant  doom  !" 

HYMN   719.     C.  P.  M.     [298] 

THOU  God  of  glorious  majesty, 
To  thee  against  myself,  to  thee, 

A  worm  of  earth,  I  cry ! 
A  half  awaken'd  child  of  man, 
An  heir  of  endless  bliss  or  pain, 

A  sinner  born  to  die  ! 


450  GENERAL    JUDGMENT. 

2  Lo !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 
'Tvvixt  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. 

3  O  God,  mine  inmost  soul  convert, 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtful  heart 

Eternal  tilings  impress : 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  w^eight, 
And  tremble  on  the  brink  of  fate, 

And  wake  to  righteousness  ! 

4  Before  me  place  in  dread  array, 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day. 

When  thou  with  clouds  shalt  come, 
To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar ; 
And  tell  me,  Lord,  shall  I  be  there, 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom  ? 

5  Be  this  my  one  great  business  here, 
With  serious  industry  and  fear. 

Eternal  bliss  t'  insure ; 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfil, 
And  suffer  all  thy  righteous  will, 

And  to  the  end  endure. 

6  Then,  Saviour,  tlien  my  soul  receive, 
Transported  from  this  vale  to  live. 

And  reign  with  thee  above  : 
Where  faith  is  sweetly  lost  in  sight, 
And  hope  in  full  supreme  delight, 

And  everlasting  love. 

HYMN  720.     C.  M.     [299] 

THAT  awful  day  will  surely  come, 
Th'  appointed  hour  makes  haste, 

When  I  must  stand  before  my  Judge, 
And  pass  the  vsolemn  test. 


GENERAL    JUDGMENT. 

2  Jesus,  thou  source  of  all  my  joys, 
Thou  ruler  of  my  heart, 

How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  sound,  "  Depart !" 

3  The  thunder  of  that  awful  word 
Would  so  torment  my  ear, 

'T would  tear  my  soul  asunder,  Lord, 
With  most  tormenting  fear. 

4  What,  to  be  banished  from  my  Lord, 
And  yet  forbid  to  die ! 

To  linger  in  eternal  pain, 
And  death  for  ever  fly ! 

5  O  wretched  state  of  deep  despair, 
To  see  my  God  remove, 

And  fix  my  doleful  station  where 
I  must  not  taste  his  love ! 

HYMN  721.     S.  M. 

BEHOLD !  with  awful  pomp. 

The  Judge  prepares  to  come, 
Th'  archangel  sounds  the  dreadful  trump, 

And  wakes  the  general  doom. 

2  Nature,  in  wild  amaze, 
Her  dissolution  mourns ; 

Blushes  of  blood  the  moon  deface ; 
The  sun  to  darkness  turns. 

3  'Tis  time  we  all  awake  ; 
The  dreadful  day  draws  near ; 

Sinners,  your  proud  presumption  check, 
And  stop  your  Avild  career. 

4  Now  is  th'  accepted  time. 
To  Christ  for  mercy  fly ; 

O  turn,  repent,  and  trust  in  him. 
And  you  shall  never  die. 


451 


452  GENERAL    JUDGMENT. 

5  Great  God,  in  whom  we  live, 

Prepare  iis  lor  that  day  : 
Help  us  ill  Jesus  to  beheve, 

To  watcli,  and  wait,  and  pray. 

HYMN  722.     L.    M.     [301] 

HE  comes !  He  comes !  tlie  Judge  severe ! 
The  seventh  trumpet  speaks  him  near; 
His  hghtnings  flash,  His  thunders  roll; 
How  welcome  to  the  failhCul  soul ! 

2  From  heaven  angelic  voices  sound  ; 
See  the  almigiity  Jesus  crown'd  ! 
Girt  with  omnipotence  and  grace, 
And  glory  decks  the  Saviour's  face. 

3  Descending  on  his  azure  throne, 
He  claims  the  kingdoms  lor  his  own; 
The  kingdoms  all  obey  his  word. 
And  hail  him  their  triumphant  Lord ! 

4  Shout,  all  the  people  of  the  sky, 
And  all  the  saints  of  the  Most  High  ; 
Our  1  iOrd,  who  now  his  right  obtains, 
For  ever  and  for  ever  reigns. 

flYMN  723.     C.  M. 

WO  to  the  nii'-.i  on  earth  who  dwell, 
Nor  dread  th"  Almighty's  frown  ; 

When  (rod  doth  all  his  wrath  reveal. 
And  shower  his  judgments  down. 

2  Sinners  expect  those  heaviest  showers, 
T(^  meet  your  (rod  prepare ! 

For  lo !  the  seventh  angel  pours 
His  phial  on  the  air. 

3  Lo !  from  their  seats  the  mountains  leap, 
The  mountains  are  not  found  ; 

Transported  far  into  the  deep. 
And  in  the  ocean  drown'd. 

4  Who  then  shall  live  and  face  the  throne, 
And  face  the  Jud°:e  severe  7 


GENERAL    JUDGMENT.  453 

When  heaven  and  earth  are  fled  and  gone, 
O  where  shall  I  appear  1 

5  Now,  only  now,  against  that  hour. 

We  may  a  place  provide  ; 
Beyond  the  grave,  beyond  the  power 

Of  hell,  our  spirits  hide. 

HYMN  724.     L.  M. 

HOW^  great,  how  terrible  that  God, 
Who  shakes  creation  with  his  nod ! 
He  frowns,  and  earth's  foundations  shake, 
And  all  the  wheels  of  nature  break. 

2  Where  now,  O  where  shall  sinners  seek 
For  shelter  in  the  general  wTeck  ? 

Shall  falling  rocks  be  o'er  them  thrown? 
See  rocks  like  snow  dissolving  down  ! 

3  In  vain  for  mercy  now  they  cry  ! 
In  lakes  of  liquid  fire  they  lie ; 
There  on  the  flaming  billows  tost. 
Forever,  O,  forever  lost. 

4  But  saints,  undaunted  and  serene, 
Your  eyes  shall  view  the  dreadful  scene ; 
Your  Saviour  lives,  though  worlds  expire; 
And  earth  and  skies  dissolve  in  fire. 

5  Jesus,  the  helpless  sinner's  friend, 
To  thee  my  all  I  dare  commend  ; 
Thou  canst  preserve  my  feeble  soul. 
When  lightnings  blaze  from  pole  to  pole. 

HYMN  725.     C.  M. 

BY  faith  we  find  the  place  above. 

The  rock  that  rent  in  twain ; 
Beneath  the  shade  of  dying  love, 

And  in  tl*e  clefts  remain. 

2  Jesus,  to  thy  dear  wounds  we  flee, 
We  sink  into  thy  side  ; 


454  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Assured  that  all  who  trust  in  tliee 
Shall  evermore  abide. 

3  Then  let  the  thundering  trumpet  sound  : 
The  latest  lightning  glare  ; 

The  mountains  melt ;  the  solid  ground 
Dissolve  as  liquid  air ; 

4  The  huge  celestial  bodies  roll, 
Amidst  that  general  fire, 

And  shrivel  as  a  parchment  scroll, 
And  all  in  smoke  expire. 

5  Yet  still  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns, 
When  nature  is  destroyed, 

And  no  created  thing  remains 
Throughout  the  llaming  void. 

6  Sublime  upon  his  azure  throne. 
He  speaks  the  almiglity  word : 

His  fiat  is  obeyed,  'tis  done; 
And  Paradise  restored. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


HYMN   726.     C.  M.     [434J 
Seasons. 

WITH  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud. 

Address  the  Lord  on  liigh ; 
O'er  all  the  heavens  he  spreads  his  cloud, 

And  w^aters  veil  the  sky. 

2  He  sends  his  showers  of  blessings  down^ 

To  cheer  the  plains  below ; 
He  makes  the  grass  the  mountains  crown, 

And  com  in  valleys  grow. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  455 

3  His  steady  counsels  change  the  face 
Of  each  decUning  year ; 

He  bids  the  sun  cut  short  his  race, 
And  wintry  days  appear. 

4  On  us  his  providence  has  shone, 
With  gentle,  smiKng  rays ; 

O,  may  our  hps  and  hves  make  known, 
His  goodness  and  his  praise. 

HYMN  727.     C.  M.     [435] 
Spring. 

AT  length  the  wished-for  spring  has  come : 

How  altered  is  the  scene ! 
The  trees  and  shrubs  are  dressed  in  bloom, 

The  earth  arrayed  in  green. 

2  O,  let  my  inmost  soul  confess, 
With  grateful  joy  and  love, 

The  bounteous  hand  that  deigns  to  bless 
The  garden,  field,  and  grove. 

3  Inspired  to  praise,  my  heart  will  join 
Glad  nature's  cheerful  song  ; 

While  love  and  gratitude  combine 
To  tune  my  joyful  tongue. 

4  My  faith  exults,  that  yet  the  spring 
Of  righteousness  and  praise. 

Our  gracious  God  will  surely  bring, 
And  in  all  nations  raise. 

HYMN  728.     7s  &  6s.     [436] 
Autumn. 

THE  leaves,  around  me  falling, 

Are  preaching  of  decay ; 
The  hollow  winds  are  calling, 

"  Come,  pilgrim,  come  away :" 
The  day  in  night  declining, 

Says  I  must  too  decline; 
The  year  its  bloom  resigning. 

Its  lot  foreshadows  mine. 


456  MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  The  light  my  path  surrounding, 
The  loves  to  which  I  ding, 

The  hopes  within  me  bounding, 
The  joys  that  round  me  wing, 

All,  all,  like  stars  at  even. 
Just  gleam  and  shoot  away, 

Pass  on  before  to  heaven, 
And  chide  at  my  delay. 

3  The  friends  gone  there  before  me, 
Are  calling  from  on  high. 

And  happy  angels  o'er  me 

Tempt  sweetly  to  the  sky : 
"  Why  wait,"  they  say,  "  and  wither 

'Mid  scenes  of  death  and  sin  1 
O,  rise  to  glory,  hither 

And  find  true  life  begin." 

HYMN  729.     C.  M.     [438] 
The  same. 

THE  hoary  frost,  the  fleecy  snow. 
Descend,  and  clothe  the  ground  ; 

The  liquid  streams  forbear  to  flow. 
In  icy  fetters  bound. 

2  When,  from  his  dreadful  stores  on  high, 
God  pours  the  sounding  hail. 

The  man  that  does  his  power  defy 
Shall  find  his  courage  fail. 

3  God  sends  his  word,  and  melts  the  snow. 
The  fields  no  longer  mourn  ; 

He  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  blow, 
And  bids  the  spring  return, 

4  The  changing  wind,  the  flying  cloud, 
Obey  his  mighty  word  ; 

With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud. 
Praise  ye  the  sovereign  Lord. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  457 

HYMN  730.    L.  M.    [432] 
The  J(>y  in  Harvest. 

GREAT  God,  as  seasons  disappear, 
And  changes  mark  the  rolling  year, 
Thy  favor  still  doth  crown  our  days, 
And  we  would  celebrate  thy  praise. 

2  Our  table  spread,  our  garners  stored, 
O,  give  us  hearts  to  bless  thee.  Lord ; 
Forbid  it,  Source  of  light  and  love, 

Tliat  hearts  and  lives  should  barren  prove. 

3  Another  harvest  comes  apace  : 
Mature  our  spirits  by  thy  grace. 
That  we  may  calmly  meet  the  blow, 
The  sickle  gives  to  lay  us  low  ; — 

4  That  so,  when  angel  reapers  come 
To  gather  sheaves  to  thy  blest  home. 
Our  spirits  may  be  borne  on  high 
To  thy  safe  garner  in  the  sky, 

HYMN  731.    C.  M.     [433] 

A  Han- est  Hymn. 

FOUNTAIiX  of  mercy,  God  of  love, 

How  rich  thy  bounties  are  ! 
The  rolling  seasons,  as  they  move, 

Proclaim  thy  constant  care. 

2  Wlien  in  the  bosom  of  the  earth 
The  sower  hid  the  grain, 

Thy  goodness  marked  its  secret  birth, 
And  sent  the  early  rain. 

3  The  spring's  sweet  influence,  Lord,  was  thine; 
The  plants  in  beauty  grew ; 

Thou  gav'st  refulgent  suns  to  shine, 
And  gav'st  refreshing  dew. 

4  These  various  mercies  from  above 
Matured  the  swelling  grain ; 

2i) 


458  MISCELLAXtuUb'. 

A  kindly  harvest  crowns  thy  love^ 
And  plenty  fills  the  plain. 

HYMN  733.     C.  M.     [437] 
Winter. 

S115RN  Winter  throws  his  icy  chains, 

Encircling  nature  round ; 
How  bleak,  iiow  comfortless  the  plains, 

Late  with  gay  verdure  crowned ! 

2  The  sun  withholds  his  vital  beams, 
And  light  and  warmth  depart ;  . 

And  drooping,  lifeless  nature  seems 
An  emblem  of  niy  heart. 

3  Return,  O  blissful  sun,  and  bring, 
Thy  soul  reviving  ray  ; 

This  mental  winter  shall  be  spring — 
This  darkness  cheerful  day. 

4  O  happy  state !  divine  abode, 
Where  spring  eternal  reigns, 

And  perfect  day,  the  smile  of  God, 
Fills  all  the  heavenly  plains. 

5  Great  Source  of  light,  thy  beams  display, 
My  drooping  joys  restore. 

And  guide  me  to  the  seats  of  day. 
Where  winter  frowns  no  more. 

HYMN     733.     C.  M. 

Spring. 

WHEN  verdure  clothes  the  fertile  vale, 

And  blossoms  deck  the  spray ; 
And  fragrance  breathes  in  every  gale, 

How  sweet  the  vernal  day  ! 

2  Hark !  how  the  feather'd  warblers  sing  ! 

'Tis  nature's  cheerful  voice ; 
Soft  music  hails  the  lovely  spring, 

And  woods  and  fields  rejoice. 


MISCELLAXEOLS.  459 

3  O  God  of  nature  and  of  grace, 
Thy  heavenly  gifts  impart ; 

Then  shall  my  meditation  trace 
Spring,  blooming  in  my  heart. 

4  Inspired  to  praise,  I  then  shall  join. 
Glad  nature's  cheerful  song  ; 

And  love  and  gratitude  divine 
Attune  my  joyful  song 

HYMN  734.     8s. 
Spring. 

HOW  sweetly '  along  the  gay  mead, 
The  daises  and  cowslips  are  seen ! 

The  flocks  as  they  carelessly  feed, 
Rejoice  in  the  beautiful  green ! 

2  The  vines  that  encircle  the  bowers, 

The  herbage  that  springs  from  the  sod, — 
Trees,  plants,  cooling  fruits,  and  sweet  flowers, 
All  rise  to  the  praise  of  my  God. 

3  Shall  man,  tlie  great  master  of  all. 
The  only  insensible  prove  7 

Forbid  it,  fair  gratitude's  call — 
Forbid  it,  devotion  and  love. 

4  The  Lord,  who  such  wonders  can  raise, 
And  still  can  destroy  with  a  nod, 

My  lips  shall  incessantly  praise — 
My  soul  shall  rejoice  in  my  God. 

HYMN  735.     C.  M.     [432] 
Relief  from  National  Jiiclgjiients  implored. 

LORD,  thou  hast  scourged  our  guilty  land; 

Behold,  thy  people  mourn ; 
Shall  vengeance  ev  er  guide  thy  hand, 

And  mercy  ne'er  return  ] 

2  Our  Z ion  trembles  at  thy  stroke. 
And  dreads  thy  lifted  hand  ! 


460  MISCELLANEOUS. 

O,  heal  the  people  thou  hast  broke, 
And  spare  our  guilty  land. 

3  Then  shall  our  loud  and  grateful  voice 
Proclaim  our  guardian  God  ; 

The  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice, 
And  sound  thy  praise  abroad. 

HYMN  736.     C.  M.     [431J 
Public  Humiliation. 

LORD,  look  on  all  assembled  here, 

Who  in  thy  presence  stand, 
To  offer  up  united  prayer 

For  this  our  sinful  land. 

2  O,  may  we  all,  with  one  consent, 
Fall  low  before  thy  throne, 

With  tears  the  nation's  sins  lament, 
The  church's,  and  our  own. 

3  And  should  the  dread  decree  be  past, 
And  we  must  feel  the  rod, — • 

Let  faith  and  patience  hold  us  fast 
To  our  correcting  God. 

HYMN  737.     L.  M. 

Fa-^t.     God^s  Controversy. 

LISTEN,  ye  hills;  ye  mountains  hear: 
Jehovah  vindicates  his  laws  ; 

Trembling  in  silence  at  his  bar, 

Thou  earth,  attend  thy  Maker's  cause. 

2  Israel  appear  ;  present  thy  plea  ; 
And  charge  th'  Almighty  to  his  face; 

Say,  if  his  rules  oppressive  be  ; 
Say,  if  defective  be  his  grace. 

3  Eternal  Judge,  the  action  cease  ; 

Our  lips  are  seal'd  in  conscious  shame ; 
'Tis  our's  in  sackcloth  to  confess. 
And  thine,  the  sentence  to  proclaim. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  461 

4  Ten  thousand  witnesses  arise, 
Thy  mercies  and  our  crimes  appear, 

More  than  the  stars  that  deck  the  skies, 
And  all  our  dreadful  guilt  declare. 

5  How  shall  we  come  before  thy  face, 
And  in  thine  awful  presence  bow  7 

What  offerings  can  secure  thy  grace, 
Or  calm  the  terrors  of  thy  brow '? 

6  With  humble  faith  to  that  we  fly. 
With  that  may  we  be  sprinkled  o'er ; 

Trembling  no  more  in  dust  we  lie, 
And  dread  thy  hand  and  bar  no  more, 

HYMN  738.     C.  M,     [377] 
True  Religion. 

WHY  do  the  wealthy  wicked  boast, 

And  grow  profanely  bold  ? 
The  meanest  portion  of  the  just 

Excels  the  sinner's  gold. 

2  Tlie  wicked  borrows  of  his  friends, 
But  ne'er  designs  to  pay  ; 

The  saint  is  merciful  and  lends, 
Nor  turns  the  poor  away. 

3  His  alms  with  liberal  heart  he  gives. 
Among  the  sons  of  need ; 

His  mem'ry  to  long  ages  lives, 
And  blessed  is  his  seed. 

4  The  law  and  gospel  of  the  Lord, 
Deep  in  his  heart  abide ; 

Led  by  the  Spirit  and  the  word, 
His  feet  shall  never  slide. 

HYMN  739.  C.  M.     [452] 
Paradise  on  Earth. 

WHEN  Christ  with  all  his  graces  crowned, 
Sheds  his  kind  beams  abroad. 


462  MISCELLANEOUS. 

'Tis  a  new  lieav'n  on  earthly  ground, 
The  paradise  of  God  ! 

2  A  blooming  Eden,  lull  of  joy, 
In  this  wild  desert  springs ; 

And  every  sense  I  straight  employ 
On  sweet,  celestial  things. 

3  The  fragrant  plants  around  appear, 
And  each  his  gloiT  shows; 

The  rose  of  Sharon  blossoms  here, 
The  fairest  flower  that  blows. 

4  Yet  to  the  garden  in  the  skies 
My  feet  would  rather  go: 

For  there  unwith'ring  flow'rs  arise, 
And  joys  perpetual  grow  ! 

HYMN  740.     C.  M.     [459] 
TVue  happiness  to  be  found  only  in  God. 

IN  vain  I  trace  creation  o'er, 

In  search  of  solid  rest ; 
The  whole  creation  is  too  poor, 

To  make  me  tridy  blest. 

2  Let  earth  and  all  her  charms  depart, 
Unworthy  of  the  mind; 

In  (nxl  alone  this  restless  heart. 
Enduring  bliss  can  find. 

3  Thy  favor.  Lord,  is  all  I  want; 
Here  would  my  spirit  rest: 

O!  seal  the  rich,  the  boundless  grant, 
And  make  me  fully  blest. 

HYMX  741.     C.  M. 

Faith  encouraged  by  Ancient  Example. 

RISE,  O  my  soul,  pursue  the  path, 

By  ancient  worthies  trod ; 
Aspiring,  view  those  holy  men, 

Who  livd  and  walked  with  God. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  463 

2  Tho'  dead,  they  speak  in  reason's  ear, 
And  in  example  live  ; 

Tlieir  faith,  and  hope,  and  mighty  deeds 
Still  fresh  instruction  give. 

3  'Twas  thro'  the  Lamh's  most  precious  blood, 
They  conquer  d  ev'ry  foe ; 

And  to  his  pow'r  and  matchless  grace, 
Their  crowns  of  life  they  owe, 

4  Lord,  may  I  ever  keep  in  view, 
The  patterns  thou  hast  giv'n — 

And  ne'er  forsake  the  blessed  road, 
That  led  them  safe  to  heaven. 

HYMN  742;    S.  M.     [408] 
Transfiguration. 

JESUS  the  mount  ascends, 

He  goes  up  there  to  pray: 
A  brightness  that  all  light  transcends, 

Then  beam'd  a  tenfold  day ! 

2  Celestial  forms  appear, 
Array'd  in  purest  white, 

And  speak  with  him  of  suflf 'rings  near, 
And  death  from  Jewish  spite. 

3  The  scene  fills  them  with  dread. 
And  o'er  the  apostles'  eyes 

A  bright  and  fearful  cloud  is  spread, 
O'ermantling  all  the  skies. 

4  Out  of  that  cloud  is  given 
A  voice  from  God  above : 

^'  Behold,  this  is  my  Son  from  heaven; 
Hear  him,  O  men,  and  lovef 

HYMN  743.     S.  M.     [469] 
Importance  of  To-day. 

TO-MORROW,  Lord,  is  thine. 
Lodged  in  thy  sovereign  hand ; 


464  MISCELLANEOirS, 

And  if  its  sun  arise  and  shine^ 
It  shines  by  thy  command. 

2  The  present  moment  flies, 
And  bears  oiu'  life  away  ; 

O,  make  thy  servants  truly  wise. 
That  they  may  live  to-day. 

3  Since  on  this  fleeting  hour 
Eternity  is  hung, 

Awake,  by  thine  almighty  power. 
The  aged  and  the  young. 

4  One  thing  demands  our  care  ; 
O,  be  that  still  pursued, 

Lest,  slighted  once,  the  season  fiiir 
Should  never  be  renewed. 

HYMN  744.     L.  M.     [403] 
Tfie  good  Seed. 

LET  not  of  Clirist  and  man  the  foe, 

Thy  lioly  truth  remove; 
In  ev'ry  heart,  Lord,  let  it  grow, 

To  bring  forth  fruits  of  love  ! 

2  Let  not  the  cares  of  this  vain  world 
The  rising  plant  destroy, 

But  let  it  yield  a  hundred  fold 
The  fruits  of  peace  and  joy. 

3  Nor  let  thy  w^ord — which,  if  we  hear, 
Will  raise  us  to  thy  throne, — 

Return  to  thee  and  witness  bear, 
That  we  reject  thy  Son. 

4  Oft  as  the  sower  spreads  the  seed» 
Thy  quickening  grace  bestow ; 

That  all  who  toothy  truth  take  heed. 
Its  saving  power  may  know  I 


MISCELLANEOUS.  465 

HYMN  745.     C.  M. 

Nature  and  Fruils  of  Charity. 

O  CHARITY,  thou  heav'iily  grace ! 

All  tender,  soft  and  kind  ! 
A  friend  to  all  the  human  race, 

To  all  that's  good  inclin'd ! 

2  The  man  of  charity  extends 
To  all  his  lib'ral  hand  : 

His  kindred,  neighbors,  foes  and  friends, 
His  pity  may  command. 

3  He  aids  the  poor  in  their  distress  ; 
He  hears  when  they  complain  ; 

With  tender  heart  delights  to  bless, 
And  lessen  all  their  pain. 

4  The  sick,  the  pris'ner,  poor  and  blind, 
And  all  the  sons  of  grief, 

In  liim  a  benefactor  find — 
He  loves  to  give  relief 

5  'Tis  love  that  makes  religion  sw^eet ; 
'Tis  love  that  makes  us  rise, 

With  willing  minds  and  ardent  feet. 
To  yonder  happy  skies. 

HYMN  746.     L.  M.     [382] 
The  Compassionate  Man. 

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. 

2  His  heart  contrives  for  their  relief. 
More  good  than  his  own  hands  can  do ; 

He,  in  a  time  of  gen'ral  grief, 

Shall  find  the  Lord  hath  mercy  too! 

3  His  soul  shall  live  secure  on  earth, 
With  secret  blessings  on  his  head, 

20* 


466  MISCELLAXKOC.-:. 

Wlicn  droiiijlit,  iind  pestilence,  and  death, 
Around  liiin  multiply  their  dead. 

4  Or,  il'  he  languish  on  his  couch, 
God  will  pronounce  his  sins  fori^iv'n  ; 

Will  save  him  with  a  healing  touch, 
Or  take  his  willing  soul  to  heaven! 

HYMN  747.     P.  M.     [383] 
Blessings  on  the  Charitable. 

BLEST  is  the  man  who  loves  the  poor, 
Nor  let's  the  sulT'rer  i)lead  in  vain  ; 

Who  gives  as  (^od  has  hU'ss'd  his  store, 
And  deems  such  distrlhution  gain; 

In  his  dark  nii^ht  ol'  wo  and  tear, 

(n)(l  with  deliverance  will  he  near  ! 

2  Wiien  languishing  uix>n  his  bed, 
And  pain  and  grief  his  peace  devour, 

Thy  hand,  O  Lord,  shall  lift  his  head. 

And  bring  back  nature's  failing  iH)wer; 
His  faded  bloom  thou  wilt  revive, 
And  say,  "  O,  child  of  mercy  live !" 

3  Forgive,  O  Lord,  my  selfish  heart; 
Enlarge  my  charity  and  zeal; 

Thy  saving  pow'r  and  grace  impart, 

That  1  the  strength  of  love  may  feel : 
Then  to  my  soul  shall  peace  be  given, 
And  I  shall  praise  thy  love  in  heaven ! 

HYMN  748.     C.  M.     [427] 
•I  Hijmn  for  a  Maternal  Association. 

GREAT  (iod  we  would  to  thee  make  known 

Each  fond,  maternal  care  ; 
For  this  we  gather  round  thy  throne. 
And  bring  our  children  there. 
2  We  ask  not  wealth,  h^ng  life,  nor  fame, 

Nor  aught  the  world  can  give  ; 


MISCELLANEOUS.  467 

May  they  but  glorify  thy  name, 
And  to  tliy  honor  live. 

3  This  is  the  burden  of  our  prayer — 

When  from  our  bosoms  riven, 
May  they  be  objects  of  thy  care, 

And  heirs,  at  last,  of  heaven. 

HYMN  749.     C.  M.     [399] 
The  Creation. 

THE  God  of  nature  and  of  grace 

In  all  his  works  appears ; 
His  goodness  thro^  the  earth  we  trace, 

His  grandeur  in  the  spheres. 

2  Behold  this  fair  and  fertile  globe, 
By  him  in  wisdom  planned  ; 

'Twas  he  who  girded  like  a  robe, 
The  ocean  round  the  land. 

3  In  ev'ry  stream  his  bounty  flows, 
Diffusing  joy  and  wealtli ; 

In  ev'ry  breeze  his  Spirit  blows, 
The  bretith  of  life  and  health. 

4  His  blessings  fall  in  plenteous  showers  J 
Upon  the  flice  of  earth,  ^ 

That  teems  with  foliage,  fruit  and  flowers, 
And  rings  with  infant  mirth. 

5  If  God  hath  made  this  world  so  fair. 
Where  sin  and  death  abound, 

How^  beautiful  beyo'nd  compare 
Will  paradise  be  found ! 

HYMN  750.     C.  M     [400] 
Creation  and  Redemption. 

THY  hand,  O  Lord,  hath  spread  the  sky, 

INIost  glorious  to  behold  ; 
Ting'd  with  the  blue  of  heav'nly  dye, 

And  star'd  with  sparkling  gold. 


46S  MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  Thy  glories  blaze  all  nature  round^ 
And  strike  the  gazing  sight, 

Thro'  skies,  and  seas,  and  solid  ground. 
With  terror  and  delight. 

3  But,  Lord,  the  wonders  of  thy  grace 
Beam  on  us  from  above : 

Mercy  divine  in  Jesus'  face 
We  see,  adore  and  love ! 

HYMN  751.     8s  &  7s. 
A  Marriage  Hymn. 

LORD,  we  come  to  ask  thy  blessing 

On  the  happy  pair  to  rest ; 
May  thy  goodness,  never  ceasing, 

Make  them  now  and  ever  blest* 

2  Thou  canst  change  the  course  of  nature. 
Turning  water  into  wine ; 

But  we  ask  a  greater  favor — 
May  they  be  for  ever  thine. 

3  Tliine  by  covenant  and  adoption, 
Thine  by  free  and  sov'reign  grace ; 

May  they^  in  each  word  and  action. 
Do  thy  will  and  speak  thy  praise. 

4  Gracious  I^ord,  from  thy  free  bounty. 
Fill  their  basket  and  their  store  ; 

Give  them  with  their  health  and  plenty, 
Hearts  thy  goodness  to  adore. 

5  Often  from  their  happy  dwelling, 
May  the  voice  of  prayer  ascend, 

For  thy  mercies  still  increasing. 
To  their  best,  their  kindest  Friend. 

6  Through  tliis  life's  tempestuous  ocean, 
Storms  are  thick  and  dangers  nigh  ; 

O  may  constant  pure  devotion, 
Guide  them  safe  to  realms  on  hisrh. 


DOXOLOGIES.  469 

DOXOLOGIES. 


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. 


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. 


8s  &L  7s. 

GLORY  be  to  God  the  Father 

Glory  be  to  God  the  Son, 
Glory  be  to  God  the  Spu'it, 
Everlasting  three  in  one : 
Thee  let  heaven  and  earth  adore, 
Now,  henceforth,  and  evermore. 


C.  M. 

TO  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
One  God  whom  we  adore, 

Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  evermore. 


470  DOXOLOGIES. 

7s. 

SING  we  to  our  God  above 
Praise  eternal  as  his  love  ; 
Praise  him,  all  ye  heavenly  host — 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


S.  M. 

YE  angels  round  the  throne, 
And  saints  thai  dwell  below, 

Adore  the  Father,  love  the  Son, 
And  bless  the  Spirit  too. 


C.  M. 

LET  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit  be  adored, 
Where  there  are  works  to  makt  liiaL  known, 

Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord. 


CONTENTS. 


Attributes  of  God 5, 

Trinity 21 

Fall  of  Man 24 

Depravity 26 

Christ,  Atonement,  &c 29 

Awakening  and  Inviting 44 

Penitential 60 

Justification  by  Faith 87 

Prayer  and  Intercession       .  97 

Prayer  and  Watchfulness 123 

Christian  Warfare 134 

Christian  Zeal 138 

Trusting  in  Grace  and  Providence     ....   142 

Rejoicing  and  Praise 164 

Christian  Fellowship 206 

Christian  Perfection 226 

Prospect  of  Heaven 254 

Formal  Religion 264 

Backsliding 267 

The  Church 274 

Baptism 284 

Lord's  Supper 286 

Love  Feast 291 

Family  Worship 296 

Holy  Scriptures 307 

Pastoral 311 

Spread  of  the  Gospel 322 

Dedication 329 


472  CONTENTS. 

Birth  Day 334 

Thanksgiving 336 

Nativity 388 

New  Year's 343 

The  Sabbath 348 

Sabbath  Schools 352 

Cliildren  and  Youth 3G1 

Missions 3G5 

Anti-Slavery 379 

Temperance 399 

Seamen 407 

Peace 414 

Atflictioiis 417 

Ministers  in  Sickness  and  Death        ....  420 

Death  and  Funeral 422 

Resurrection 442 

Second  Advent 4 10 

General  Judgment        449 

Miscellaneous , 454 

Doxologies 469 


INDEX  TO  HYMNS. 


A  charge  to  keep  I  have  .     .     . 
Again,  the  Lord  of  hfe  and  Hght 
Ah  !  Lord,  with  trembling  I  confess 
Ah!  when  shall  I  aw^ake  .     .     . 
Ah  !  where  am  I  now  .... 
Ah  !  whither  should  I  go       .     . 
Alas  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed 
All  glory  to  the  dying  Lamb 
All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name 
All  men  are  equal  in  their  birth  . 
All  praise  to  our  Redeeming  Lord 
Almighty  Maker  of  my-frame  . 
Almighty  Maker  God  .... 
Am  I  an  Israelite  indeed    .     .     . 
Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross  .     . 
A  mourning  class,  a  vacant  seat 
And  am  I  born  to  die  .     .     .     . 
And  am  I  only  born  to  die     .     . 
And  are  we  yet  alive  .... 
And  can  it  be  that  I  should  gain 

And  can  I  yet  delay 

And  dost  thou  say,  Ask  what  thou 
And  let  our  bodies  part  .  .  . 
And  let  this  feeble  body  fail  .  . 
And  must  this  body  die  .  .  . 
And  now,  my  soul,  another  year 
And  shall  I  sit  alone  .... 
And  wilt  thou  yet  be  found  .  . 
And  will  the  Great,  eternal  God 
An  inward  baptism  of  pure  fire 
Angels  roll  the  rock  away  .  . 
Another  year  has  run  its  round 
Arabia's  desert  ranger       .     . 


S.  M.  126 
C.  M.  400 
L.  M.  269 
S.  M.  81 
P.  M.  267 
S.  M.  65 
C.  M.  29 
C.  M.  107 
C.  M.  196 
C.  M.  397 
C.  M.  208 
L.  M.  441 
S. M.  189 
CM.  133 
C.  M  136 
L.  M.  360 


.  S.  M 
C.  P.  M 
.  S.  M 
L.  P.  M 


441 

423 

212 

190 

...     61 

L.  M.   Ill 

S.  M.  206 

C.  M.  424 

S.  M.  425 

C.  M.  347 

,     S.  M.  418 

S.  M.     75 

L.  M.  332 

L.  M.  237 

.     .     7s.  443 

L.  M.  406 

7s  &  6s.  328 


474  INDEX    TO     HYMNS. 

Arise,  my  soul,  arise H.  M.  90 

Arise,  arise  with  joy  survey       .     .     .  L.  M.  371 

Arise,  my  soul,  on  wini^s  sublime  .     .  L.  M.  261 

Arm  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake,  put  .  L.  M.  370 

Arm  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake,  thine  L.  M.  323 

As  flows  the  rapid  river   .     .     .     .     7s  &  (is.  435 

As  pants  the  hart  for  water  brooks.    .  L.  M.  156 

Assembled  at  thy  great  command  .     .  L.  M.  372 

Assembled  in  our  school  once  more    .  L.  M.  359 

A  thousand  oracles  divine      .     .     .     .  C.  M.  21 

At  length  the  wished-for  spring.     .     .  CM.  455 

Author  of  faith,  eternal  word     .     .     .  L.  M.  87 

Autlior  of  our  salvation,  thee    .     .     .  L.  M.  286 

Awake,  Jerusalem,  awake     .     .     .     .  L.  M.  50 

Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  Uie  sun.     .  L.  M.  303 

Awake,  my  soul,  stretch  ev'ry  nerve  .  CM.  140 

Awake,  my  tongue,  thy  tribute  bring  .  L.  M.  13 

Awake,  our  souls,  away  our  fears  .     .  L.  M.  194 

Away  my  needless  fears S.  M.  163 

Away  my  unbeHevincr  fear    .     .     .     .  L.  j\L  loO 

Away  with  our  fears lis  iSc  9s.  335 

Away  with  our  sorrow  and  fear     ...     8s.  255 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne  .     .     .  L.  M.  204 

Behold  the  blind  their  sight  receive    .  L.  M.  41 

Behold  the  mountain  of  the  Lord  .     .  C  M.  370 

Behold  the  Saviour  of  mankind       .     .  C  M.  32 

Behold  the  western  evening  light  .     .  C  M.  441 

Behold  thy  temple.  God  of  grace  .     .  L.  M.  330 

Behold  what  condescending  love    .     .  C  M.  361 

Behold  what  wondrous  grace    .     .     .  S.  M.  200 

Behold  with  awful  pomp S.  M.  451 

Being  of  beings,  God  of  love     .     .     .  C  M.  117 

Bid  me  of  men  beware S.  M.  129 

Blest  are  the  humble  souls  that  see      .  L.  M.  194 

Blest  are  the  sons  of  peace   .     .     .     .  S.  M.  210 

Blest  be  our  everlasting  Lord    .     .     .  C  M.  18 

Blest  be  the  dear  uniting  love    .     ,     .  C  M.  293 

Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds S.  M.  211 


INDEX    TO    HYMNS.  475 

Blest  Comforter  divine S.  M.   110 

Blest  is  the  man  for  ever  blest  .     .     .  L.  M.   197 

Blest  is  the  man  that  shuns  the  place  .  C.  M.   196 
Blest  is  the  man  who  loves  the  poor  .  L.  P.  M.  466 

Blest  is  the  man  Vi^hose  heart     .     .     .  L.  M.  465 

Blessed  Redeemer !  how  divine     .     .  L.  M.  390 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow  .     .     .     .  H.  M.     49 

Blood  has  a  voice  to  pierce  the  skies  .  L.  M.     39 

Brethren  in  Christ  and  well-beloved  .  L.  M.  283 
By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill   ....CM.  353 

By  faith  we  find  the  place  above    .     .  CM.  453 

Canst  thou  reject  our  dying  prayer     .  L.  M.     84 

Celestial  Dove,  descend  from  high      .  C  M.  284 

Children  in  years  and  knowledge  .     .  L.  M.  362 

Children  of  the  heavenly  King       .     .  7s.   146 

Children  of  the  glorious  dead     .     .     .  P,  M.  392 

Christ  the  Lord  is  risen  to-day  ...  7s.  442 

Come  all  ye  weary  and  unblest      .     .  L.  M.     45 

Come  and  let  us  sweetly  join     ...  7s.  294 

Come,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost  .  L.  M.  284 
Com^e,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost,  one  C  M.   101 

Com*e,  Holv  Ghost  our  hearts  inspire  .  C  M.  307 

Come,  H..ly  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove     .  CM.   107 

Coiue  in  thou  blessed  of  the  Lord      .  L.  M.  220 

Come  let  us  ascend,  my  companion    .  P.  M.  223 
Come  let  us  anew,  our       .     .     10s,  5s  &  Us.  343 

Come  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs     .  C  M.   185 

Come  let  us  join  our  friends  above      .  C  M.  436 

Come  let  us  strike  our  harps  afresh     .  C  M.  216 

Come  let  us  use  the  grace  divine   .     .  CM.  291 

Come  let  us  who  in  Christ  believe  .     .  C  M.   167 

Come  Lord  and  claim  me  for  thine     .  C  M.  241 
Come  on  my  partners  in  distress    .     C  P.  M.   153 

Come,  O  my  God,  the  promise  seal     .  C  M.  247 

Come,  O  thou  all-victorious  Lord  .     .  CM.     82 

Come,  O  thou  greater  than  our  heart  .  L.  M.  246 
Come,  O  thou  Traveller  unknown  .     L.  P.  M.     97 

Come,  Saviour  Jesus,  from  above      .  L.  M.  228 


476  INDEX    TO    HYMNS. 

Come,  Saviour,  let  thy  tokens  prove  .  C.  M.  287 

Come  sinners  to  the  Gospel  feast    .     .  L.  M.     48 

Come  sound  his  praise  abroad    .     .     .  S.  M.   199 

Come,  then,  ye  sinners  to  the  Lord     .  L.  M.     52 
Come,  thou  Fount  of  ev'ry  blessing    8s  &  7s.   173 

Come,  thou  high  and  lofty  Lord      .     .  7s.  295 

Come,  thou  omniscient  Son  of  Man    .  C.  M.  236 

Come  to  the  house  of  prayer     .     .     .  S.  M.     60 
Come  yc  sinners,  poor  and  needy  8s,  7s  &  4s.     44 

Come  ye  that  love  the  Lord  .     .     .     .  S.  M.   177 

Comfort  ye  ministers  of  grace   .     .     .  L.  M.  313 
Come  ye  ministers  of  grace      .     .     L.  P.  M.  320 

Command  thy  blessing  from  above      .  L.  M.   117 

Commit  thou  all  thy  griefs     .     *     .     .  S.  M.   161 

Courage,  my  soul,  thy  bitter  cross       .  C.  M.  262 

Daughter  of  Zion  from  the  dust      .     .  C.  M.  371 

Daughter  of  the  pilgrim  sires     ...  7s.  381 

Dear  partner  of  our  hopes  and  fears  .  L.  M.  358 

Death  has  been  here  and  borne      .     .  C.  M.  353 

Deepen  the  wounds  thy  hands  have    .  C.  M.  247 

Depth  of  mercy  can  there  be     .     .     .  7s.  271 

Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep      .     .     .  S.  M.     75 

Did'st  thou,  dear  Jesus,  surter  shame  .  CM.   140 

Draw  near.  O  Son  of  God,  draw  near  L.  M.  313 

Drooping  soul  shake  off  thy  fears       .  7s.     47 

Encompassed  with  clouds  of  distress  8s.     72 

Equip  me  for  the  war S.  M.  137 

Ere  the  blue  heavens  were  stretched  .  L.  M.  341 

Eternal  beam  of  light  divine     .     .     .  L.  M.   154 

Eternal  Father,  thou  hast  made      .     .  L.  M.  386 

Eternal  God,  Almighty  cause    .     .     .  L.  M.     10 

Eternal  power  whose  high  abode  .     .  L.  M.       5 

Eternal  source  of  ev'ry  joy       .     .     .  L.  M.  343 

Eternal  wisdom,  thee  we  praise      .     .  C.  M.       7 
Except  the  Lord  conduct  the  plan  .     C.  P.  M.  292 

Extended  on  a  cursed  tree    .     .     .     .  L.  M.     30 

Fair  shines  the  morning-star     .     .     .  H.  M.  398 

Faith  is  the  brif^^htest  evidence  ...  C.  M.     95 


INDEX     TO     HYMNS.  477 

Faith,  'tis  a  precious  grace        .     .     .  S.  M.     95 

Father,  how  wide  thy  glories  shine     .  C.  M.       6 

Father,  I  dare  believe S.  M.   237 

Father,  if  justly  still  we  claim  .     .     .  L.  M.  320 

Father,  I  stretch  my  hands  to  thee  .  C.  M.  108 
Father,  into  thy  hands  alone      ..'CM.  250 

Father  live  by  all  things  fear'd  ...  7s.      23 

Father  of  all  by  whom  we  are      .     .  L.  M.  301 

Father  of  all  in  whom  alone     .     .     .  C.  M.  307 

Father  of  all  thy  care  we  bless     .     .  L.  M.  304 

Father  of  boundless  grace  .      .     .     .  S.  M.  324 

Father  of  heaven  whose  love  .     .     .  L.  M.     22 

Father  of  mercies  in  thy  word       .     .  C.  M.  308 

Father,  to  thee  my  soul  I  lift          .      .  CM.  250 

Father,  whose  everlasting  love           .  L.  M.   118 

Firm  was  my  health L.  M.  417 

For  a  season  call'd  to  part  ....  7s.  224 

For  ever  here  my  rest  shall  be      .     .  C.  M.  229 

Forth  in  thy  name,  O  Lord,  I  go    .  L.  M.   158 

Fountain  of  life  enthroned  above  .      .  L.  M.   331 

Fountain  of  mercy,  God  of  love  .     .  C.  M.  457 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies  .  L.  M.  204 
From  Greenland's  icy  mountains  .  7s  &  6s.  368 
From  o'er  the  rocky  mountains      .      7s  &  6s.   368 

From  whence  those  direful  omens     .  C.   M.     32 

From  year  to  year  in  love  we  meet    .  L.  M.  352 

Give  glory  to  Jesus  our  head     ...  8s.   431 

Give  me  a  sober  mind S.  M.   130 

Give  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rise      .  C.  M.  260 

Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears        .     .     .  S.  M.   163 

Giver  of  concord,  Prince  of  peace      .  C.  M.  210 

Glory  be  to  God  above 7s.  203 

Glory  be  to  God  the  Father  .     .      .      8s  &  7s.  469 

Glory  to  God  on  high       .....  S.  M.  290 

Glory  to  God  w^hose  sovereign  grace  L.  M.  322 

Glory  to  thee  my  God  this  night     .     .  L.  M.  303 

God  gave  to  Afric's  sons       .'  .     .      .  S.  M.   396 

God  is  in  this  and  every  place.      .     .  C.  M.     71 


478  INDEX    TO    IIYMN3. 

God  is  the  refuge  of  his  saints  .     .     .  L.  M.  281 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way    .     .  C.  M.  149 

God  of  all  consolation  take  .     .     .     .  L.  M.  212 

God  of  all  power  and  truth  and  grace  L.  M.  242 

God  of  almifirhtv  love        ..."..  S.  M.  127 

God  of  eternal  truth  and  grace.     .     .  C.  M.  120 

God  of  eternity  from  thee     .     .     .     .  L.  M.  346 

God  of  love  that  hear'st  the  prayer      .  7s.  222 

God  of  mercy  hear  our  prayer  ...  7s.  354 

God  of  my  life  through  all  my  days  .  L.  M.  337 

God  of  my  life  to  thee H.  M.  334 

God  of  my  life  whose  gracious       .     .  L.  M.  147 

God  of  our  lives  thy  various  praise    .  C.  M.  197 

God  sits  sovereign  on  the  throne     .     .  7s.  393 

God  spake  and  from  chaotic  night      .  L.  M.  16 

God,  the  offended  God,  most  high       .  L.  M.  318 

Go  messenger  of  peace  and  love    .     .  L.  M.  376 

Go  preach  my  gospel  saith  the  Lord  .  L.  M.  315 

Go  yc  messengers  of  God      ...  7s.  376 

Gracix)us  Redeemer,  shake    .     .     .     .  S.  M.  128 

Great  God,  as  seasons  disappear     .      •  L.  M.  457 

Great  God  attend  while  Zion  sings     .  L.  M.  329 

Great  God  indulge  my  humble        .     .  L.  M.  98 

Great  God  now  condescend       .     .     .  S.  ]M.  306 

Great  God  thy  watchful  care  we  .     .  L.  M.  329 

Great  God  to  me  the  sight  allbrd    .     .  CM.  91 

Great  God  we  sing  thy  mighty  hand  .  L.  M.  346 

Great  God  we  would  to  thee  make     .  C.  M.  466 

Great  is  the  Lord  our  God    .     .     .     .  S.  M.  330 

Great  King  of  glory  and  of  grace  C.  M.  26 

Great  Shepherd  of  thy  people  hear     .  CM.  Ill 

Guide  me.  O  thou  great  Jehovah    8s,  7s  &  4s.  121 

Hail1  Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost     .  C  M.  24 

Hail  temperance,  fair  celestial  ray       .  L   M.  403 

Hail  to  the  Lord's  anointed  .     .     .     7s  &  6s.  327 

Happy  soul,  thy  days  are  ended     .     8s  &:  7s.  426 

Happy  the  heart  where  graces       .     .  C  M.  251 

Happy  the  man  that  finds  the  grace    .  L.  M.  172 


INDEX    TO    HYiMNS.  479 

Happy  the  souls  that  first  believed      .  L.  M.    282 

Happy  the  souls  to  Jesus  joined     .     .  C.  M.   178 

Hark  !  a  voice  divides  the  sky  ...  7s.  432 

Hark  !  from  the  tombs  a  doleful     .     .  CM.  425 

Hark !  hark !  the  notes  of  joy  .  .  .  H.  M.  325 
Hark  !  hark  !  the  voice  of  anguish      7s  &  6s.  387 

Hark!  how  the  v^atchmen  cry  .  .  .  S.  M.  136 
Hark  !  I  hear  the  voice  of  .  .  8s,  7s  &  4s.  381 
Hark  !  the  herald  angels  say       ...         7s.  443 

Hark  !  the  herald  angels  sing     ...  7s.   340 

Hark  !  the  song  of  Jubilee     ....  7s.   174 

Hasten  Lord,  thy  promised  hour     .     .  7s.  448 

Head  of  thy  Church  whose  spirit  .  .  L.  M.  280 
Heard  ye  the  mighty  rushing     .     .     7s  &  6s.   380 

Hear  him  ye  deaf,  his  praise  ye      .     .  C.  M.   165 

Hear  what  the  voice  from  heaven  .     .  C.  M.  432 

He  comes,  he  comes,  the  judge      .     .  L.  M.  452 

He  dies,  the  friend  of  sinners  dies  .     .  L.  M.     36 

Help,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fail  .  .  CM.  28 
Helj),  Lord,  to  whom  for  help  I  fly      C  P.  x\I.   125 

Help  us  to  feel  for  drunken  man          .  C  M.  401 

Heralds  of  creation  cry 7s.   175 

Here  at  thy  cross  my  Saviour  God    .  L.  M.     94 

Here  in  thy  name,  eternal  God  .     .     .  L.  M.  333 

Hiuh  in  thy  heavens,  eternal  God  .     .  L.  M.   157 

High  in  his  everlasting  throne  .     .     .  L.  M.   311 

His  master  taken  from  his  head       .     .  C.  M,  421 

Ho  !  every  one  that  thirsts,  draw  .     .  L.  M.     52 

Holy  as  thou,  O  Lord,  is  none  .     .     .  L.  M.       9 

Holy  Bible,  book  divine 7s.  356 

Hosanuahs,  Lord,  to  thee  we  sing       .  L.  M.     04 

How  are  thy  servants  blest,  O  Lord  .  C  M.  410 

How  beauteous  are  their  feet     .     .     .  S.  M.  312 

How  blest  the  sacred  tie  that  binds     .  L.  M.  223 

How  can  a  sinner  know S.  M.     88 

How  can  it  be,  thou  heavenly  King    .  L.  M.  100 

How  can  we  see  the  children,  Lord    .  C  M.  305 

How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear  .     .  CM.  279 


480 


INDEX    TO    HYMNS. 


How  do  thy  mercies  close  me  round 
How  firm  a  foundation,  yc  saints  . 
How  gentle  God's  commands     . 
How  great,  how  terrible  that  God 
How  happy  are  tliey   .... 
How  happy  every  child  of  grace 
How  happy,  gracious  Lord,  are 
How  happy  is  the  pilgrim's  lot  . 
How  honor'd  is  the  j)lace  .     .     . 
How  large  the  promise,  how  divine 
How  long,  O  Lord,  shall  1  C()mj»lain 
How  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face 
How  ])lc;isnnt,  how  divinely  fair     . 
How  plcas'd  and  blest  was  I 
How  sad  our  stale  by  nature  is 
How  sh:dl  a  lost  sinner  in  pain  . 
How  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  . 
H(»w  sweetly  along  the  gay  mead 
How  swift,  alas,  the  moments  lly   . 
How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours 
llow  vain  are  all  things  here  below 
I  and  my  house  will  serve  the  . 
I  ask  the  gift  of  righteousness 
I  give  immortal  praise  .... 
I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives     . 
I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives     . 
If  now  I  have  acceptance  found    . 
I  left  the  God  of  truih  and  light     . 
I  long  to  behold  him  arrayed 
I  love  to  see  the  glowing  sun    . 
1  love  to  see  the  Lord  below 
I'll  praise  my  Maker  while  I've 
Indulgent  Lord,  thy  goodness  reigns 
I  must  not  sin  as  many  do  .     . 
Infinite,  uivxhausted  love     .     . 
Intemperance  like  a  rnging  flood     . 
In  the  sun,  and  moon  and  stars 
In  thy  house  while  now  we  sing     . 


S 


C. 


L.  Yi. 
.   Us 
S.  M. 
L.  M. 
P.  M. 
C.  M. 
.  P.  M. 
.  P.  M. 
S.  M. 
C.  M. 
L.  M. 
G.  M. 
L.  M. 
P.  M. 
G.  M. 
8s. 
G.  M. 
8s. 
G.  M. 
8s. 
G.  M. 
P.  M. 
G.  M. 
H.  M. 
L.  M. 
G.  M. 
L.  M. 
L.  M. 
8s. 
G.  M. 
G.  M. 
P.  M. 
L.  M. 
L.  M. 
G.  M. 
G.M. 

78. 

7s. 


140 
100 
157 
453 
100 
187 
168 
203 
275 
285 
111 
114 
279 
277 
27 
208 
221 
459 
302 
171 
127 
301 
92 
23 
193 
239 
248 
273 
254 
303 
278 
183 
15 
363 
192 
400 
447 
351 


INDEX     TO     HYMNS.  481 

In  vain  I  trace  creation  o'er  .     .     .     , 

I  saw  him  kneel  in  calm  despair     .     , 

Isles  of  the  South  awake      .... 

It  is  the  Lord  enthroned  in  light 

I  thirst  thou  wounded  Lamb  of  God   . 

I  waited  patient  for  the  Lord     .     .     , 

I  want  a  principle  within 

I  will  extol  the  Lord  on  high     .     .     . 

I  would  be  thine,  thou  know'st  I     .     . 

Jesus,  accept  the  praise 

Jesus,  at  whose  supreme  command     . 

Jesus,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow  . 

Jesus,  great  Shepherd  of  the  sheep     . 

Jesus  hath  died  that  I  might  Hve    . 

Jesus,  I  fain  would  find  ..... 

Jesus,  Lord  we  look  to  thee       .     .     . 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul     .... 

Jesus,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone    .     . 

Jesus,  my  King,  to  thee  I  bow       ,     . 

Jesus,  my  Lord,  I  cry  to  thee  . 

Jesus,  my  strength  and  righteousness. 
Jesus,  my  strength,  my  hope     . 
Jesus,  my  truth,  my  way     .... 
Jesus,  Redeemer  of  mankind     . 
Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Jesus,  the  all-restoring  word     .     . 
Jesus,  the  life,  the  truth,  the  way   . 
Jesus  the  mount  ascends       .... 
Jesus,  the  name  high  over  all     .     .     . 
Jesus,  the  sinner's  friend,  to  thee   . 
Jesus,  the  word  of  mercy  give       .     . 
Jesus,  thou  all-redeeming  Lord 
Jesus,  thou  everlasting  King 
Jesus,  thy  blood  and  righteousness 
Jesus,  thy  far-extended  fame    . 
Jesus,  thy  loving  spirit  alone    . 
Jesus,  thy  wandering  sheep  behold     , 
Jesus  to  thee  I  now  can  flv        ... 


CM. 

,  462 

L.M. 

,  384 

H.  M. 

377 

C  M. 

,  418 

L.M. 

,  100 

CM. 

94 

C  M. 

123 

L.M. 

419 

CM. 

234 

H.  M. 

216 

C  M. 

288 

L.M. 

104 

CM. 

152 

CM. 

236 

S.  M. 

138 

7s. 

294 

7s 

86 

L.M. 

144 

L.  M. 

201 

CM. 

244 

CM. 

317 

S.  M. 

116 

S.  M. 

232 

C  M. 

106 

L.  M. 

366 

C  M. 

104 

CM. 

240 

S.  M. 

463 

CM. 

316 

L.M. 

60 

CM. 

321 

CM. 

101 

L.M. 

170 

L.M. 

188 

L.M. 

74 

L.M. 

243 

L.M. 

320 

CM. 

169 

482  INDEX    TO    HYMXS. 

Jesus,  united  by  thy  grace    ....CM.  214 

Jesus,  wc  look  to  thee S.  M.  209 

Jesus,  we  thus  obey S.  M.  288 

Join  all  ye  ransomed  sons  of  grace 
Judges  who  rule  the  world  by  laws 
Kindred  in  Christ  for  his  dear  sake 
Leader  of  faithful  souls  and  guide  . 
Let  all  who  truly  bear      .... 
Let  earth  and  heaven  agree 
Let  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds 
Let  every  mortal  car  attend       .     . 
Let  every  tongue  thy  goodness  speak 
Let  God  the  Father  and  the  Son     . 
Let  him  to  whom  wc  now  belong  . 
Let  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  say  . 
Let  not  of  Christ  or  man  the  foe    . 
Let  not  the  wise  their  wisdom  boast 
Let  sinners  choose  the  road       .     . 
Let  the  redeemed  give  thanks  and 
Let  Temperance  and  her  sons  . 
Let  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake     . 
Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord  . 
Litt  up  our  country's  banner  high  . 
Lift  up  our  hearts  to  things  above  . 
Light  of  the  Gentile  world  appear 
Like  Noah's  wx'ary  dove       .     .     . 
Like  sheep  we  went  astray    .     .     . 
Listen  ye  hills,  ye  mountains  hear  . 
Lo  !  God  is  here  let  us  adore     .     . 
Lo  !  he  comes  with  clouds     .     .     . 
Long  have  I  seemed  to  serve  thee  . 
Lord  all  I  am  is  known  to  thee  .     . 
Lord,  how  secure  and  blest  are 
Lord,  how  thy  wonders  are       .     . 
Lord.  I  approach  the  mercy  seat    . 
Lord   I  believe  a  rest  remains    .     . 
Loid,  I  believe  thy  every  word 
Lord,  I  despair  myself  to  heal       .     . 


.  CM. 

133 

L.  P.  M. 

393 

.  L.  U. 

218 

L.  P.  M. 

121 

.  S.  M. 

287 

.  H.  M. 

179 

.  CM. 

302 

.  CM. 

54 

:  C  M. 

183 

.  CM. 

470 

.  CxM. 

231 

.  L.  M. 

155 

.  C  M. 

464 

.  L.  M. 

249 

.  S.  M. 

58 

.  CM. 

77 

.  L.M. 

403 

.  C  M. 

316 

.  L.  M. 

46 

.  L.  M. 

387 

.  CM. 

207 

.  L.  M. 

64 

.  S.  M. 

225 

.  S.  M. 

41 

.  L.  M. 

400 

L.  P.  M. 

205 

.  P.M. 

446 

.  CM. 

265 

.  CM. 

13 

.  L.  M. 

180 

.  CM. 

11 

.  CM. 

78 

.  CM. 

234 

.  CM. 

230 

.  L.M 

:.  38 

INDEX    TO    HYMNS.  483 

Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  shait      ,     .  CM.  298 

Lord,  in  the  strength  of  grace    .     .     .  S.  M.  249 

Lord  Jesus,  when,  when  shall  it  be     .  L.  M.     73 

Lord,  look  on  all  assembled  here    .     .  CM.  460 

Lord  of  the  harvest,  hear     .     .     .     .  S.  M.  31 1 

Lord  of  the  wide-extended  main    .     .  L.  M.  411 

Lord  over  all,  if  thou  hast  made     .     L.  P.  M.  379 

Lord,  send  thy  word  and  let  it  fly       .  C.  M.  415 

Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray  aright  .     .  CM.   122 

Lord,  thou  hast  scourged  our  guilty    .  C.  M.  459 

Lord,  thou  hast  searched  and  seen       .  L.  M.     12 

Lord,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I     .     .  CM.  297 

Lord,  we  are  vile,  conceived  in  sin     .  L,  M.     26 

Lord,  we  come  before  thee  now     .     .  7s.  103 

Lord,  we  come  to  ask  thy     .     .     .     8s  &  7s.  468 

Lord,  while  for  all  mankind  we  pray  .  C.  M.  383 

Lord,  whom  winds  and  seas  obey  .     .  7s.  41 1 
Love  divine,  all  loves  excelling  .     .     8s  &  7s.  226 

Loving  Jesus,  gentle  Lamb  ....  7s.  240 

Lo  !  what  an  entertaining  sight       ,     ,  CM.  209 

May  I,  throughout  this  day  of  thine     .  C.  M.  348 

Mistaken  souls,  that  dream  of  heaven  C.  M.     96 

Mortals  awake  !  with  angels  join    .     .  CM.  339 

Mournful  and  sad  upon  my  ear    .     .     .  C  M.  401 

My  drowsy  powers,  why  sleep  ye  so  C.  M.     56 

My  God,  I  know,  I  feel  thee  mine  .     .  CM.  233 

My  God,  if  I  may  call  thee  mine    .     .  L,  M.     81 

My  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love       .  L.  M.  299 

My  God,  my  life,  my  love    ....  S.  M.     99 

My  God,  my  portion  and  my  love     .  C.  M.   145 

My  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys     .  C.  M.   182 

My  gracious  loving  Lord      .      .     .     .  S.  M.  264 

My  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name        .     .  C.  M.   198 

My  hope,  my  all,  my  Saviour  thou     .  L.  M.   105 

My  Saviour  hanging  on  the  tree     .     .  CM.     34 

My  Saviour,  how  shall  1  proclaim      .  L.  M.     31 

My  Saviour,  my  almighty  friend    .     .  C.  M.   186 

My  Saviour's  pierced  side  .     .     .     .  S.  M.  285 


484  INDEX    TO    HYMNS. 

My  Shepherd  will  supply  my  need  .  C.  M.  155 

My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard     .     .      .  .  S.  M.  132 

My  soul,  come  meditate  the  day     .     .  C.  M.  434 

My  soul,  how  lovely  is  the  place   .  .  C.  M.  277 

My  soul  repeat  his  praise     .     .      .  .  8.  M.      17 

My  sufferings  all  to  thee  are  known  .  L.  M.     66 

Night  spread  her  starless  robe  around  C.  M.  416 

Now  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts  .  C.  M.   300 

Now  1  have  found  the  ground   .     .  L.  P.  M.  252 

Now  let  our  mourning  hearts  revive  .  C.  M.  420 

Now  let  our  mournful  songs  record  .  L.  M.     36 

Now  the  shades  of  night  are  gone  .  7s.  304 

O  all-creating  God       ......  S.  M.      17 

O  blessed  souls  are  they        .      .     .  .  S.  M.   198 

O  charity,  thy  heavenly  grace  .     .  .  C.  M.  465 

O  christian  see  that  dread  array    .  .  C.  M.  416 

O  come  and  dwell  in  me        .      .     .  .  S.  M.  245 

O  come  let  us  sing  to  the  Lord        .  .  8s.  202 
Ccr  the  realms  of  Pagan     .     .     8s,  7s  &l  4s.   375 

Of  him  who  did  salvation  bring     .  .  L.  M.      33 

O  for  a  closer  walk  with  God    .      .  .  C.  M.  270 

O  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God     .  .  C.  M.  238 

O  for  a  glance  of  heavenly  day      .  .  L.  M.     02 

O  for  a  shout  of  sacred  joy        .     .  .  C.  M.  200 

Ofor  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing    .  .  C.  M.   164 

O  for  that  tenderness  of  heart       .  .  C.  M.      76 

Oft  have  we  passed  the  guilty  night  L.  P.  M.   131 

O  glorious  hope  of  perfect  love       .  C.  P.  M.  238 

O  Gud,  our  help  in  ai^cs  past    .      .  .  CM.  422 

O  God,  when  o'er  the  ocean       .     .  7s  &  6s.   391 

O  happy  day  that  fix'd  my  choice  .  L.  M.   220 

O  happy,  happy  place S.  M.  206 

O  Jesus,  at  thy  feet  we  wait      .     .  .  CM.  243 

O  Jesus,  full  o'f  grace        ...  .  S.  M.   273 

O  Jesus,  full  of  truth  and  grace    .  .  L.  M.  227 

O  Jesus,  let  thy  dying  cry     .     .     .  .  L.  M.  242 

O  joyful  sound  of  gospel  grace       .  .  CM.  235 

O  let  the  pris'ners  mournful  cries    .  .  L.  M.  109 


INDEX    Tb    HYMNS.  485 

O  let  triumphant  faith  dispel  .  .  .  CM.  123 
O  Lord,  behold  us  at  thy  feet  .  .  .  CM.  305 
O  Lord,  my  best  desires  fulfil  .  .  .  C  M.  114 
O  Lord,  our  languid  souls  inspire  .  .  C  M.  112 
O  love  divine,  how  sweet  thou  art  .  C.  P.  M.  70 
Omnipresent  God  whose  aid       ...  7s.  299 

On  all  the  earth  thy  Spirit  shower  .  L.  M.  365 
One  there  is  above  all  others      .     .     8s  &  7s.     43 

One  undivided  Trinity CM.     21 

Once  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day  .  C  M.  297 
Once  more  we  come  before  our  God  ,  C  M.  322 
On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand  .  C  M  258 
On  man,  in  his  own  image  made  .  .  CM.  24 
On  the  first  Christian  Sabbath  eve  .  C  M.  310 
On  the  mountain  top  appearing  8s,  7s  &;  4s.  f^7Q 
On  this  glad  day,  O  God,  we  would  .  C  M.  404 
O  Saviour,  whom  this  holy  morn  .  .  CM.  340 
O  sun  of  righteousness,  arise       .     .     .     C  M.  103 

O  tell  me  no  more 10s  &  lis.     181 

O  that  I  could  my  Lord  receive     .     .    CM.     69 

O  that  I  could  repent S.  M.     77 

O  that  I  were  as  heretofore  ....CM.  269 

O  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone    .     .     L 

Other  ground  can  no  man  lay     .... 

O  thou  before  whose  gracious  throne       L.  M. 

O  thou  God  of  my  salvation      .     8s,  7s  &  4s. 

O  thou  that  hangest  on  the  tree      .     .     L.  M. 

O  thou  that  hearest  when  sinners  cry      L.  M. 

O  thou  the  helpless  orphan's  hope  . 

O  thou  sun  of  glorious  splendor 

O  thou  whose  all-searching  sight   . 

O  thou  who  all  things  can'st  control 

O  thou  who  hast  our  sorrows     .     . 

O  thou  whom  all  thy  saints  adore  . 

O  thou  whom  once  they  flocked  to 

O  thou  whose  offering  on  the  tree 

O  'tis  delight  without  alloy     .     .     . 

Oh  !  turn  from  the  wine  glass   .     . 


M.  231 

7s.   119 

420 

186 

84 

80 

C  P.  M.  365 
8s  &  7s.  374 
.  L.  M.  102 
.  L.  M. 
C  P.  M. 
.  L.  M. 
.  L.  M. 
.  L.  M, 
.    CM. 


138 
93 

109 
65 
40 

191 
8  lines  8s.  402 


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INDEX    TO    HYMNS. 


O  'twas  a  joyful  sound  to  hear  .     .     .  CM.  278 

Our  earth  we  now  lament  to  see    .     L.  P.  M.  414 

Our  helper  God,  we  bless  his  name     .  L.  M.  347 

Our  little  bark  on  boist'rous  seas     .     .  CM.  409 

Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead     .     .  L.  M.  445 

Our  old  companions  in  distress  .     .     .  CM.  437 

Our  souls  are  in  his  mighty  hand    .     .  C  M.  213 

Out  of  the  depth  of  self-despair      .     .  C  M.   113 

O  what  is  life  ?  'tis  like  a  flower      .     .  P.  M.  427 

O  wisdom  whose  unfailing  power  .     .  CM.  253 

O  why  did  I  my  Saviour  leave       .     .  C.  M.  272 

Pass  a  few  swiftly  fleeting  years     .     .  L.  M.  429 

Peace,  troubled  soul,  thou  need'st  .     .  L.  M.  151 

Peace  was  the  song  the  angels  sung  .  L.  xM.  415 

Pierce,  fill  me  with  an  humble  fear      .  L.  M.  128 

Plunged  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair    .     .  CM.     34 

Praise  God  from  whom  all  blessings  .  L.  M.  4G9 

Praise  to  the  Lord  on  high  .     .     .     .  H.  M.  319 

Praise  waits  in  Zion,  Lord,  for  thee    .  L.  M.  195 

Praise  ye  the  Lord,  'tis  good  to  raise  .  L.  M.  184 

Prayer  is  appointed  to  convey    .     .     .  L.  M.   130 

Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice    .  C  M.  116 

Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire  .     .  C  M.   115 

Pour  out  your  souls  to  God  .     .     .     .  S.  M.   135 

Raise,  thoughtless  sinner,  raise  thine  .  L.  M.  207 

Rejoice  for  a  brother  deceased       .      .  8s.  427 

Rejoice  the  Lord  is  King     .      .      .     .  H.  M.    173 

Return  my  soul  enjoy  thy  rest       .      .  L.  M.  349 

Rise,  O  my  soul,  })ursue  the  path  .      .CM.  462 

Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me     .      .      7s.  6  lines.   119 

Salvation!   O,  the  joyful  sound       .      .  CM.  185 

Saviour,  I  now  with  shame  confess     .  L.  M.  272 

Saviour  of  men.  thy  searching  eye    .  L.  M.   315 

Saviour  of  sinful  men       .     .     .     .     .  S.  M.  221 

See  how  great  a  flame  aspires        .      .  *    7s.  366 

See  how  the  morning  sun     .     ,      .      .  S.  M.  298 

See  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stand     .  C.  M.  286 

See  Jesus,  thy  disciples  see     .      .     .  C.  M.  293 


INDEX    TO    HYMNS, 


487 


Servants  of  God,  in  joyful  lays  .  .  L.  M.  203 
Shall  1,  for  fear  of  feeble  man  .  .  L.  M.  314 
Shepherd  divine  our  wants  relieve  .  C.  M.  124 
Shepherd  of  souls,  with  pitying  eye  .  L.  M.  379 
Shepherds  rejoice,  lift  up  your  eyes  .  C.  M.  338 
Shout !  for  the  great  Redeemer  reigns  L.  M.  372 
Shout  to  the  Lord,  ye  surging  seas  .  C.  M.  8 
Show  pity.  Lord,  O  Lord,  forgive  .  .  L.  M.  63 
Shrinking  from  the  cold  hand  of  .  .  L.  M.  428 
Sing  all  in  heaven  at  Jesus'  birth  .  .  L.  M.  342 
Sing  to  the  great  Jehovah's  praise  .  C.  M.  344 
Sing  we  the  song  of  those  who  stand  C.  M.  17(5 
Sing  we  to  our  God  above   ....  "^s.  470 

Sinners  obey  the  gospel  word  .  ,  .  L.  M.  51 
Sinners  obey  the  heavenly  call  .  .  L.  M.  59 
Sinners  the  voice  of  God  regard  ..CM.  55 
Sinners  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ...  7s  50 
Sister,  thou  wast  mild  and  lovely  .  8s  &  7s.  438 
So  fades  the  lovely  blooming  flower  .  L.  M.  437 
So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express  .  .  L.  M.  132 
Soldiers  of  Christ,  arise  .  .  .  .  S.  M.  134 
Sons  of  the  noble  sires  ....  6s&4s.  39. 
Soon  as  I  heard  my  father  say  .  .  C.  M.  159 
Soon  may  the  last  glad  song  arise  .  L.  IVl.  32^ 
Soon  will  set  the  Sabbath's  sun     .      .  Js.  355 

Source  of  Being,  Holy  Father  .  8s  &  7s.  406 
Sovereign  of  worlds  display  thy  .  L.  M.  321 
Stand  up  and  bless  the  Lord  .  .  .  &.  M.  17b 
Stay,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay  .  .  L.  M.  08 
Stern  winter  throws  his  icy  chains  .  O.  M.  458 
Still  for  thy  loving  kindness.  Lord  .  C.  M.  63 
Still  stir  me  up  to  strive  ,  .  .  .  fe .  M.  23^^ 
Strike  off  my  galling  fetters,  strike  .  C.  M.  39d 
Summoned  my  labor  to  renew  .  .  t..  M.  IdW 
Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  .  .  L.  M.  358 
Sweet  peace  of  conscience,  heavenly  L.  M.  115 
Sweet  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt  .  C.  M.  266 
Talk  with  us,  Lord,  thyself  reveal      .     C.  M.   168 


488  INDEX    TO    HYMNS. 

Teach  me  the  measure  of  my  days     .  C.  M.  431 

Terrible  thought !  shall  I  alone       .     .  CM.  56 

That  awful  day  will  sure  come      .     .  C.  M.  450 

That  doleful  night  before  his  death      .  C.  M.  289 

The  angel  hosts  appenr S.  M.  342 

The  billows  swell,  the  winds  are  high  L.  M.  412 

The  earth  and  all  her  fulness  owns     .  L.  M.  252 

The  Church  in  her  militant  state    .     .  8s.  257 

The  clock  has  struck,  I  cannot  stay    .  L.  M.  350 

The  counsels  of  redeeming  grace       .  C.  M.  308 

Thee  we  adore,  eternal  name    .     .     .  C.  M.  423 

The  eye  of  God  is  everywhere       .     .  C.  M,  12 

The  God  of  glory  walks  his  rounds    .  L.  M.  58 

The  God  of  nature  and  of  grace   .     .  C.  M.  467 

The  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord  L.  M.  323 

The  Hebrew  propliet  rais'd  of  old      .  C.  M.  42 

The  hoary  frost,  the  fleecy  snow    .     .  C.  M.  456 

The  hour  of  freedom  !  come  it  must  .  L.  M.  386 

The  King  of  heaven  his  table  spreads  C.  M.  290 

The  law  and  prophets  all  foretold  .     .  L.  M.  326 

The  leaves  around  mo  falling     .     .     7s  tt  ()S.  455 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns    .     .     .     .  H.  M.  20 

The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare  L.  P.  M.  148 

The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is     ....  S.  M.  159 

The  Lord  of  earth  and  sky       .     .     .  H.  M.  345 

The  Lord  of  Sabbath  let  us  praise      .  C.  M.  445 

The  Lord  will  come  but  not  the    .     .  L.  M.  447 

The  man  is  ever  blest S.  M.  309 

The  message  first  to  Smyrna  sent       .  C.  M.  141 

The  morning  flowers  display  their      .  L.  M.  429 

The  morning  light  is  breaking    .     .     7s  &  Os.  309 

The  perfect  wo'rld  by  Adam  trod  .     .  L.  M.  331 

The  praying  spirit  breathe     .     .     .     .  S.  M.  124 

The  power  to  bless  my  house    .     .     .  S.  M.  302 

The  ravens  daily  he  doth  feed  .     .     .  L.  M.  151 

The  saints  above,  once  here  below      .  C.  M.  141 

The  saints  who  die  of  Christ     .     .     .  L.  M.  440 

'I'l-.e  Saviour  kindly  calls       .     .     .     .  S.  M.  306 


INDEX    TO     HYMNS.  489 

The  Saviour  lives  no  more  to  die  .     .  L.  M.     59 

The  spacious  firmament  on  high    .     .  L.  M.     18 

The  Spirit's  voice  doth  break     .     .     .  S.  M.     46 

The  star  v^^as  bright  o'er  Bethlehem's  L.  M.  414 

The  tempest  beat  against  my  bark      .  C.  M.  409 

The  tempter  to  my  soul  hath  said       .  L.  M.   162 

There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood    .  C.  M.     38 

There  is  a  God,  all  nature  speaks  .     .  L.  M.     10 

There  is  a  house  not  made  v^^ith     .     .  C.  M.  433 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight      .     .  CM.  254 

There's  not  a  place  in  earth's  vast      .  CM.     19 

There's  not  a  star  whose  twinkling     .  CM.     11 

They  roam  where  danger  dwells  .     .  S.  M.  408 
Think  of  our  country's  glory     .     .      7s  &  6s.  382 

Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we       .  L.  M.  350 

This,  this  is  He  that  came  .      .     .     .  S.  M.      39 

This  day  the  Lord  has  called  bis  own  L.  M.  351 

This,  this  is  the  God  we  adore      ,     .  8s.   187 
Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave      .     .     12s  &  lis  439 

Thou  boastest  "  I  am  wise  and  rich"  L.  M.     57 

Thou  God  that  answerestby  fire  .     .  L.  M.  246 
Thou  God  of  glorious  majesty       .     C.  P.  M.  449 

Thou  God  of  truth  and  love   .      .      .  H.  M.   217 

Thou  great  Instructor  lest  I  stray       .  L.  M.   S64 
Thou  great  mysterious  God       .     .     C  P.  M.     89 

Thou  hidden  God,  for  whom  I  groan  C  M.     85 

Tliou  Judge  of  quick  and  dead      .     .  S.  M.  449 

Thou  Lamb  of  God,  thou  Prince  of  .  L.  M.  143 

Thou  Lord  hast  blest  my  going  out  .  C  M.  131 

Thou  Lord  of  all  above       ....  S.  M.     83 

Thou  man  of  griefs  remember  me      .  L.  M.     73 

Thou  seest  my  feebleness    .     .     .     .  S.  M.     29 

Thou  Shepherd  of  Israel  and  mine     .  8s     70 

Thou  Son  of  God  whose  flamins:  eyes  C.  M.     47 

Thou  hast  in  Zion  laid P.  M.  333 

Though  eighteen  hundred  years  are  .  L.  M.     74 

Though  troubles  assail,  and    .     .      lOs  &  lis.   148 

Though  now  the  nations  sit  beneath  .  L.  M.  325 


490  INDEX    TO    HYMNS. 

Thus  far  the  Lord  hath  led  me  on.      .  L.  M.  300 

Thus  I  resolved  before  the  Lord      .     .  C.  M.  142 

Thus  saith  the  Lord,  who  seeks  the     .  L.  M.  275 

Thus  saith  the  Lord,  your  work  is       .  C.  M.     42 

Thy  ceaseless,  unexhausted  love      .     .  C.  M.  180 

Thy  hand,  O  Lord,  hath  spread  the     .  C.  M.  467 

Thy  life  I  read,  my  gracious  Lord      .  C.  M.  430 

Thy  love  I  soon  expect  to  fmd.       .     .  C.  M.  239 

Thy  neighbor  ?  it  is  he  whom  thou      .  C.  M.  399 

Thy  perfect  law,  O  Lord        .     .     .     .  S.  M.  310 

Thy  presence,  everlasting  God       .     .  L.  M.  219 

Thy  presence.  Lord,  the  place  shall     .  C.  M.  167 

Thy  tender  heart  is  still  the  same  .     .  C.  M.  229 
Time  is  winging  us  away    .     .     .      .     7s  &  6s.  435 

'Tis  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come     .     .  L.  M.    95 

'Tis  fmish'd  ;  so  the  Saviour  cried       .  L.  M.     35 
'Tis  noi  ill  yonder  starry  host     .     .     L.  P.  M.  408 

'Tis  now  the  time  of  strife  and  war     .  L.  M.  367 

To  Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost     .     .  C.  M.  469 

To  God  most  awful  and  most  high      .  L.  M.  161 

To  God  the  Father.  God  the  Son     .     .  L.  M.  469 

To  God  the  only  wise S.  M.  199 

To-morrow,  Lord,  is  thine     .     .     .     .  S.  M.  463 

Too  strong  I  was  to  concjuer  sin    .      .  L.  M.    83 

To  thee  inseparably  joined         .     .     .  C.  M.  215 
To  thee,  O  blessed  Saviour  .     .     .     .7s  &  6s.  357 

Try  us,0  God,  and  search  the  .     .     .  C.  M.  214 

Unsheltered  from  the  burning  rays     .  C.  M.  389 

Vain  are  the  hopes  the  sons  of  men   .  C.  M.     25 
Vain,  delusive  world,  adieu     .    .     7s,  6s  &  8s  142 

Vain  man,  thy  fond  pursuits  .     .     .     .  C.  M.  430 

Wait,  O  my  soul,  thy  Maker's  will       .  L.  M.     14 
Watchman,  tell  us  the  night       ....     7s.  378 

We  are  but  young,  yet  we  may      .     .  L.  M.  355 

We  bid  thee  welcome  in  the  name      .  L.  M.  318 

We  by  his  spirit  prove S.  M.    89 

We  come,  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne  .  C.  M.  412 

We  know,  by  faith  we  know      .     .     ,  S.  M.  256 


INDEX    TO    HYMNS.  491 

Welcome,  delightful  mom  .  .  .  .  H.  M.  350 
Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest  .  .  .  S.  M.  349 
Welcome,  sweet  morn  we  hail  with  .  L.  M.  358 
We  lift  our  hearts  to  thee  .  .  .  .  S.  M.  296 
We  need  not  soar  above  the  skies  .  C.  M.  ^9 
We  praise  thee,  Lord,  if  but  one  soul  L.  M.  405 
We've  no  abiding  city  here  .  .  .  L.  M.  259 
What  could  our  Redeemer  do  .     .     .  ^s.     53 

What  have  I  then  wherein  to  trust  .  L.  M,  68 
What  is  our  calling's  glorious  hope  .  C.  M.  244 
What  shall  I  render  to  my  God  .  *  C  M.  193 
What  sinners  value  I  resign  .  .  .  L.  M.  444 
What  though  no  flowers  the  fig-tree  .  C.  M.  156 
What !  never  speak  one  evil  word  .  L.  M.  241 
When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God  .  C.  M.  336 
When  at  this  distance,  Lord,  we  .  .  L.  M.  189 
When  blooming  youth  is  snatch'd  ..CM.  438 
When  Christ  with  all  his  graces  .  .  C,  M.  461 
When  floating  on  life's  troubled  sea  .  C.  M.  259 
When  God  is  nigh,  my  faith      .  .     L.  M.  444 

When,  gracious  Lord,  when  shall  it  .  L.  M.  85 
When  I  can  read  my  title  clear  .  .  C.  M.  135 
When  injured  Afric's  captive  claims  .  L.  M.  383 
When  in  the  slippery  paths  of  youth  .  C.  M.  336 
When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross  .  L.  M.  40 
When  Jesus,  our  Redeemer,  came  .  L.  M.  405 
When  languor  and  disease  invade  .  C  M.  419 
When  little  Samuel  woke  .  .  .  •  H.  M.  360 
When  marshall'd  on  the  nightly  .  .  L.  M.  413 
When  Pharaoh  dar'd  to  vex  the  .  .  C.  M.  390 
When  shall  I  see  the  welcome  hour  .  C.  M.  248 
When  shall  thy  love  constrain  .  .  .  S.  M.  78 
When  the  great  Judge,  supreme  and  .  C.  M.  384 
When  the  worn  spirit  wants  repose  .  C.  M.  352 
When  those  who  feared  the  Lord  of  .  L.  M.  225 
When  thou,  0  Lord,  shalt  stand  .  .  C.  M.  62 
When  through  the  torn  sail  the  wild  .  P.  M.  407 
When  verdure  clothes  the  fertile  vale     C.  M.  458 


492  INDEX    TO    HYMNS. 

Where  can  we  hide,  or  whither  fly     .  L.  M.       7 

Wherewith.  O  Lord,  shall  I  draw  .     .  L.  M.     H7 

While  on  the  verge  of  life  I  stand       .  L.  M.  260 

While  shepherds  watched  their  flocks  C.  M.  338 

Who  are  these  arrayed  in  white    .     .  7s.  257 

Who  are  these  in  bright  array  ...  7s.  263 

Who  can  describe  the  joys  that  rise    .  L.  Mv  192 

Who  in  the  Lr.rd  confide       .     .     .     .  S.  M.  281 

Who  loves  the  little  slave,  or  cares     .  C.  M.  388 

Whom  Jesus'  blood  doth  sanctify       .  C.  M.  253 

Whom  man  forsakes  thou  wilt  not      .  L.  M.   106 

Who  shall  ascend  thy  heavenly     .     .  L.  M.  251 
Who  shall  inhabit  in  thy  hill       ...CM.   261 

Why  do  the  wealthy  wicked  boast     .  C.  M.  461 

Why  do  we  mourn  for  dying  friends  .  C.  M.  428 

Why  seek  ye  that  which  is  not  bread  L.  M.     53 

Wiiy  should  the  children  of  a  King    .  C.  M.     71 

Why  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die  .  L.  M.  431 

With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace     .     .  CM.  153 

With  my  whole  heart  I'll  raise  my      .  C  M.  195 

With  sacred  joy  we  lift  our  eyes    .     .  CM.   113 

With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud  C  M.  454 

With  stately  towers  and  bulwarks       .  C  M.  274 
With  thy  pure  dews  and  rains    .     .     6s  &  4s.  385 

Wo  to  the  men  on  earth  who  dwell    .  C.  M.  452 
Would  Jesus  have  the  sinner  die    .     L.  P.  M.     79 

Ye  angels  round  the  throne  .     .     .     .  S.  M.  470 

Ye  Christian  heralds,  go  proclaim      .  L.  M.  373 

Ye  difierent  sects  who  all  declare       .  L.  M.  283 

Ye  faithful  souls  who  Jesus  know       .  L.  M.     37 

Ye  hearts  with  youthful  vigor  warm  C  M.  364 

Ye  iiumble  saints  proclaim  abroad      .  L.  M.     16 

Ye  humble  souls  approach  your  God  C.  M.      15 

Ye  humble  souls  that  seek  the  Lord   .  C.  M.     37 

Ye  men  and  angels  witness  now  .        .  C  M.   219 

Ye  servants  of  the  Lord     .      .      .      .  »S.  M.  448 
Yes,  my  native  land,  I  love  thee     8s,  7s  &  4s.  373 


INDEX    TO    HYMNS.  493 

Ye  spirits  of  the  free  .  .  .  .  6s  &  4s.  394 
Ye  that  pass  by,  behold  the  man  .  .  L.  M.  31 
Ye  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor  .  C.  M.  389 
Zeal  is  that  pure  and  heavenly  flame  .     C.  M.   139
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