FROM THE LIBRARY OF
REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON. D. D.
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THE LIBRARY OF
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PSALMS, HYMNS, AND SPIRITUAL SONGS
FOR
SOCIAL WORSHIP.
THE MHUSHCJ
SELECTED FROM HANDEL, HAYDN, MOZART, BEETHOVEN, RIGHINI, ROMBERG,
CROFT, WEBBE, MEHUL, RITTER, RINK, L. MASON,
HASTINGS, SILCHER, -&c.
ARRANGED FOR FOUR VOICES,
AND THE
PIANOFORTE OR ORGAN.
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FROM WATTS, WESLEY, NEWTON, DODDRIDGE, STEELE, TOPLADY, LOGAN, HEBER,
MONTGOMERY, SIGOURNEY, HASTINGS, S. F. SMITH, &c.
LONDON:
BENJAMIN L. GREEN, 62, PATERNOSTER ROW.
1849.
THOMS,
TTFOCRAPHICAL MCSIC PKI.VTKK. ETC.,
WARWICK SQUABS, 10XDOX.
PREFACE.
Th e adaptation of the Hainan voice to tbe iHfff* of — -"fil woods, and
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of oar common nature, and that it holds a high place among the pnwhioaa
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both of the softest and the moat riolent paaainnff of the
painful emotioiii — iA for the parpoae
in others, hat characterised die most barbarous as veil aa the
of society, the war cry, die funeral dirge, the discunUat sounds of ft
endj attest. By its sounds, therefore, the Moses are icptcamtcd aa csmsiag
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to leap for joy ; and by these sounds, softly and sweetly flowing from his harp,
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expressed the joy oos and mournful feelings of his own. Well, therefore, has it
by that eminent writer, Dr. Bosby, " The expression of the
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its origin to have been coeval with that of the human race. Tne com-
plaints of pain and the exclamations of joy, require no other guide or 1
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spired and modulated by herfreKnga, The observation applies even to ]
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want their most forcible expression.''
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which in his sight, are more precious than clouds of incense, rivers of oil. or
of blood. The most powerful feelings are i
iv PftEFACE,
but inadequately express : still when the spirit is torn by anguish, or burns with
holy ardour, or is entranced by the visions of eternity, it finds in the impassioned
poetic strain, and in the animated and mournful sounds supplied by music, the
channels through which its feelings are most freely poured forth, and the modes
in which it most satisfactorily expresses its joys and woes. He, therefore, who
takes human nature as he finds it actually constituted, is quite prepared to ex-
pect that both poetry and music would be consecrated to the service of the sanc-
tuary, and hold a high place in the exercises of religious worship. And such,
with some rare exceptions, is found to have been the case. Whilst idolaters
thus praised their gods of wood and stone, Miriam and her attendants poured
forth their gratitude to Jehovah who had triumphed gloriously : David found
it good to give thanks unto the Lord, and to sing praises unto the name of the
Most High; to show forth his loving-kindness in the morning, and his faithful-
ness every night, upon an instrument of ten strings, and upon the psaltei'y ; upon
the harp with a solemn sound: David's Lord and Zion's King, together with
his chosen apostles, thus expressed the warm emotions inspired by the celebra-
tion of the passover : and Christians in every age are directed to speak to them-
selves, and to teach and admonish one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual
songs, singing with grace in their hearts to the Lord.
Whether music as connected with religion, should be confined to simple
Psalmody, or extended to those superior species of composition of which it is
found susceptible, is a question on which widely different judgments have been
pronounced by some of the brightest ornaments of the Christian church, and on
which, any attempt to decide, within the limits of a short preface, might be
justly deemed presumptuous. The statement of a few general principles may,
however, be neither unacceptable nor useless. The only legitimate object recog-
nised by Christianity in the exercise of singing in its connection with worship,
is spiritual edification, by the more impressive expression of religious sentiment,
and the more powerful excitement of religious affections. But sentiments to
be rationally expressed, must be understood, and no emotion entitled to be
called religious can be awakened or invigorated, except by means of such sen-
timent. Those compositions, therefore, which, instead of increasing the clear-
ness and force of the truths they are employed to express, either conceal or
perplex them, must be hinderances rather than helps to devotion, whatever the
dignity or sweetness of their strains, or the richness or perfection of the harmo-
nic combinations. It thus becomes abundantly obvious that simplicity should
characterize all compositions intended for public worship ; that tunes selected
to be sung by a congregation should be adapted to the actual requirements of,
at least the great majority of, the individuals composing it ; and that even in
attempts to improve their taste, or in the introduction of compositions better
fitted to the solemnities of the sanctuary than those previously in use, all should
be so done as to infringe as little as possible on the liberty of the congregation
to join in the singing.
By simplicity, however, is meant, not that dry succession of sounds, without
melody or pathos, which, with some rare and noble exceptions, once constituted
PREFACE. V
the current psalmody of Christian congregations in this country. Such, indeed
seems to be the simplicity some have laboured to perpetuate, and in support of
it have referred to the character of the singing practised by Christ and the first
churches. But this is a standard to which the referrers themselves have not
exclusively conformed. That singing consisted of a simple melody, or chant,
probably adapted to the poetic composition, and frequently sung by alternate
choirs, without those combinations of sounds which constitute harmony. It is,
however, important to observe, that that was the highest point to which singing
had then been carried ; so that the singing of the first Christian churches com-
bined all the excellencies of which the art had then been found susceptible,
while its performance was such as to attract idolaters to the Christian assemblies,
and powerfully to impress their minds. But since that period, all the beauties
of counterpoint have been unfolded, giving additional variety and grace and
energy to the expression of devotional feeling ; and to contend that such modes
of expression ought not to be adopted by us because they were not adopted by
Christ and the first Christian churches, is as absurd as to contend, that in speak-
ing on religious subjects such terms only should be used as are found in the
Old and New Testaments. Happily, simplicity may be associated with dig-
nity and taste ; and among the offerings placed by cultivated musical genius
on the altar of Christian devotion, many are found which combine melodies the
most grave, or bold, or chaste, and sweetly flowing, with all the fulness, and
richness, and variety, of the most perfect harmony ; and which, if placed within
the reach, are both grateful to the ear and easy to the powers of the most un-
cultivated, while to the refined taste they present every thing it expects to find
in music adapted to awaken and express the devotional feelings of the heart.
The remarks thus applied to simple psalmody may be extended to many
compositions of a higher and more complex character, of which Latrobe has
eloquently stated, "The genuine chorale, instead of being wrapt up in mono-
tony and dullness, offers scope, within the bounds of its own enchanted circle, for
the exercise of the richest musical imagination. But it raises a forbidding wand
against a wanton running beyond these bounds ; and presents no inducement
for human vanity to seek after idle display. It allows every thing for the glory
of God — nothing for the ambition of man. At the same time, it claims atten-
tion from the most fastidious, by the richness and might of its materials. In-
stead of the few meagre chords upon which the lighter tunes raise their fanciful
superstructure, it grasps, in its ample comprehension, the most magnificent
combinations, the boldest transitions, the simplest modulations, and the sweetest
melody, clothed in a chastity that alike attracts the untutored, and approves itself
to the mind of the learned." Whatever difference of opinion may exist on the
propriety of introducing compositions of this class into the exercises of public
worship, it will perhaps be generally acknowledged, that in associations of indi-
viduals, whether in the domestic or social circle, able to appreciate and execute
such compositions, or even the sublimest strains of a Handel, a Haydn, or a
Mozart, and thus fitted to become the subjects of the emotions which those
strains are so well calculated to awaken and invigorate, scarcely can any exer-
Vi PREFACE.
cise be more pleasing, and but few more spiritually profitable. And did such
exercises but lessen the idle chit-chat, or preclude the more objectionable topics
of conversation too often indulged in those associations ; — more especially, were
the sentiments made to supply (as they easily might) subjects of thought and
mutual intercourse, an advantage of no common magnitude would be secured .
The following compilation being designed first and principally, as its title
expresses, for the family, most of the compositions introduced are supposed to
be such as are peculiarly adapted to domestic religious exercises. The poetry
is selected chiefly from authors whose classic elegance, devotional feeling, and,
generally, high evangelical sentiments, have given them the first place among
Christian Poets ; and it is hoped that, in the selections made, these qualities will be
recognised as predominant. The music is chiefly selected from the works of the
most eminent composers ; and though some of the melodies were not, as at first,
intended for the purpose to which they are thus appropriated, yet they are so
harmonized, as, in the judgment of the compiler, to combine all the peculiar
excellencies of sacred music, and will, he hopes, be deemed well adapted to the
poetry with which they are connected. His wish and endeavour have been to
unite poetry pure in diction, rich in evangelical sentiment, and ardent in devo-
tional feeling, with musical compositions best adapted to the sentiments they
are designed to express ; and thus, by engaging the highest powers of the under-
standing, and the purest and warmest affections of the heart, to render singing,
what the God of nature and revelation doubtless designed it to be, a source ot
the most satisfying pleasure, and an instrument of abundant spiritual good.
The compiler cannot indeed flatter himself with the belief that he has, in
every case, been equally successful. In some instances he may have erred in
judgment, while in others his own wishes have not been fully realized. But
having exercised his best powers of discrimination, he commits his work, with
humble confidence, to the consideration of a candid and enlightened public, and
to the blessing of that God whose honour he wishes thus to promote.
GENERAL INDEX OF TUNES.
GENERAL INDEX OF THE TUNES.
Abana
Agnor
Alma
Antioch
Antonia
Arimathea
Arne
Asaph
Babylon
Barby
Barrington
Benevolence
Bentley
Beersheba
Bethlehem
Boston
Bowring
Carparthus
Chant (No. 1)
Chelsea
Cesarea
Cilicia
Collyer
Confession
Consolation
Corydon
Cyprus
David
Dear is the hallow'd
Death Chant
Dcdham.
Departure
Daren
Earth's stormy
Eberwein
Ellsworth
Elome
Elon
Engedi
Ezra
Unveil thy bosom, \
&c ,... i
Franconia
Frankfort
Gilboa
Gilead
Grace
Gratitude
Hadoram
Harlan
Hastings
Hermon
Hinnom
Hosanna
Horeb
Hour of Prayer(the)
Jordan
Judah
Judgment
Kingswood
Lane
Lockhart 60
Romberg 74
Missal Book 52
Book of Chants . . 169
Heinrich 102
Chants 162
Dr. Arne 136
Kingsley 120
Chants 183
Tansur 126
I j. Mason 96
G. J. Webb 56
Righini 140
German 178
Chants 108
Mason 114
Chants 97
Mason 26
Chants 101
G. Dudley Wells.. 174
Mozart 156
G. Kingsley 110
S. Songs 206
Zeuner . . 64
S. Songs 142
German Choral . . 72
Henkel 106
Chants 167
Webbe 4
Zeuner 63
Haydn 78
Manhattan, C 160
B. A. Coll 116
E. Ives, jun 192
Zeuner 133
Kingsley 202
Abbe Stadler 20
Mason 68
Hastings 22
Chants 166
Winter 146
Hastings 32
German 168
U.S.P 164
Mehul 148
Beethoven 95
Webb 66
Webb 184
S. Songs 16
S. Songs 190
Beethoven 112
C. M. V. Weber .. 138
Webb 200
Chants 109
Kingsley 186
Clementi 6
Chants 172
Hastings 100
Anon 204
F.Dunzi 122
M A M K .
AUTHOR.
FAOR.
Laight Street
Lamartine
Lebanon
Lentwood
Lord of the Sabbath
Luther
Maysville
Mazzaroth
Midst sorrow
Milraan
Miserere Domine -
Montgomery ....
Mornington
Mount Vernon.. ..
Myra
Nuremburgh ....
Oberlin
Hastings
S.B. Pond
40
24
14
Car Sacra
Webbe
. 194
150
Chants
173
50
Blangini
Car Sacra
Chants
U.S.P
Chants
Lord Mornington.
Winter
Haydn
German
Bost
. 165
53
81
. 36
80
1
124
44
. 196
48
. 158
O sacred Head
Osgood
Kolb
29
Ritter
82
Palestine
Paradise
Patton
Pentonville
Phenice
C. H. Lovett
J. A. Naumann .
Hastings
H. K. Oliver
Oates
42
132
180
171
38
Praise the Lord....
Princeton
Rolle
. 182
S. Songs
46
Dr. C. Malan . . .
28
162
Beethoven
Dr. Miller
34
58
. 144
Shetland
Sharon
Serenity
Siddim
Sing unto God
Sphor
Stoelzel
Sychar
Tabor
S. Bryan
Handel
. 157
76
Silcher
90
Sphor
. 128
70
R
. 130
152
Tadmor
Thaxted
Thessaly
The Sabbath Bell
The House of God
Thine Lord.forever
To-day
Stanley
Beethoven
Webb
. 86
. 54
. 207
Spanish Chant . . .
Kreutzer
Bost
. 10
134
. 170
S. Songs
. 189
Uxbridge
Virginia
. 176
Yoakley
German Choral ..
Dr. Boyce
Dr. Green
Adamson
Anon
C. M. r. Weber .
Prelleur
. 12
. 118
. 88
. 154
62
18
. 98
104
Walnev
Waltham
Warriner
Watchman
WUmot
Winchelsea
Wittenberg
84
Ch. Hymns
B. A. Coll
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199
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METRICAL INDEX OF TUNES.
METRICAL INDEX OF TUNES.
L. M. Page
Agnor 74
Benevolence 56
Boston 114
Confession 64
Dear is the hallowed 4
GUead 48
Gratitude 66
Hastings 190
Lane 122
Lord of the Sabbath. . 150
Myra 44
Oberlin 48
Orontes 158
Pentonville 171
Tiberias 2
Uxbridge 176
"Winchelsea. 104
CM.
Antonia 102
Asaph 120
Barby 126
Collyer 206
Cyprus 106
Death Chant 63
Earth's Stormy 192
Elon 68
Ellsworth 202
Laight Street 40
Palermo 8
Siddim 76
Thaxted 54
Waldron 118
Walney 88
Waltham 154
Wenton 198
S.M.
Dedham 78
Elome 20
Hadoram 184
Hermon 112
Judgment 100
Mazzaroth 165
Mornington 1
Serenity 157
6-8's. Page
Sphor 128
Arne 136
Maysville 50
Virginia 12
Wittenburgh 84
7's.
Beersheba 178
Corydon 72
Mount Vernon 124
Nuremburgh 196
Palestine 42
Sychar 130
Tadmor 86
Thessaly 207
Wilmot 98
6-7's.
Miserere Domine .... 36
Patton 180
Rosefield 28
Shetland 58
8s-7's.
Bentley 140
Cesarea 156
Chelsea 174
Jordan 6
Sardis 34
7'8-6's.
Abana 60
Consolation ., 142
Kingswood 204
Lamartine 24
P.M.
Alma 52
Bar-rington 96
Carparthus 26
Cilicia 110
Departure 160
Duren ..., 116
Eberwein 133
Engedi 22
Franconia 32
Frankfort 168
P. M.— Continued. Page
Gilboa 164
Grace, A 95
Harlan 16
Hinnom 138
Lebanon 14
Lentwood 194
Midst Sorrow and Care 53
Osgood 82
Paradise 132
Phenice 38
Praise the Lord 182
Princeton 46
Sharon 144
Stoelzel 70
The Sabbath Bell 10
To-day 189
Warriuer 62
Zurich 199
METRICAL AND OTHER
CHANTS.
Antioch 169
Arimathea 162
Babylon 183
Bethlehem 108
Bowring 97
Chant 101
David 167
Ezra 166
Iloreb 109
Judah 172
Luther 173
Milman 81
Montgomery 80
Salem 162
Tabor 152
SHORT PIECES.
Unveil thy bosom, &c. 146
Hosanna 200
O Sacred Head 29
Sing unto God 90
The Hour, of Prayer. . 186
The House of God . . 134
Thine Lord, for ever. . 170
Watchman 18
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1 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.
j 3 Why should the anxious load
Press down our weary mind ?
I Oh, seek your heavenly Father's throne,
And peace and comfort find.
4 His goodness stands approved,
Unchanged from day to day ;
I '11 lay my burden at his feet,
And bear a song away.
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1 Father of all, thy care we bless,
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1 My God, how endless is thy love !
Thy gifts are every evening new,
And morning mercies from above
Gently distil like early dew.
2 Thou spread' st the curtains of the
night,
Great Guardian of my sleeping hours !
Thy sov'reign word restores the light,
And quickens all my drowsy powers.
3 I yield my powers to thy command,
To thee I consecrate my days :
Perpetual blessings from thy hand
Demand perpetual songs of praise.
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1 Full speed along the world's highway,
By crowds of eager trav'llers trod,
My soul ! my soul ! a moment stay,
To hold communion with thy God.
2 He spake with Abraham at the oak,
He called Elisha from the plough,
David he from the sheepfolds took,
Thy day, thine hour of grace, is now.
3 Earth, with thy vanities, depart 1
My God, I stand alone with thee :
Thine eye is looking on my heart,
Oh what a Noon is risen on me I
4 Struck to the ground, like conscious
Saul,
And blinded with the sudden view,
Trembling, astonish'd, M Lord," I call,
" What wouldst thou have thy servant
do? "
5 My sins, as fresh committed, rise :
My secret sins, by darkness seal'd,
Before my Judge's flaming eyes,
Are all in naked guilt reveal'd.
6 Lord, lay thy hand upon my head ;
A touch, a word will make me whole :
Speak, with the voice which wakes the
dead,
Peace, pardon, comfort to the soul.
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1 Great God, to thee my evening song
With humble gr ititude I raise ;
Oh let thy mercy tune my tongue,
And fill my heart with lively praise.
2 My days unclouded as they pass,
And every gentle rolling hour,
Are monuments of wondrous grace,
And witness to thy love and power.
3 Thy love and power, Celestial Guard,
Preserve me from surrounding harm .
Can danger reach me while the Lord
Extends his kind, protecting arm ?
4 Let this blest hope my eyelids close ;
With sleep refresh my feeble frame ;
Safe in thy care may I repose,
And wake with praises to thy name.
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Ephesians v. 1 .
1 Great God thy peerless excellence
Let all created nature own :
Deep on our minds impress the sense
Of glories which are thine alone.
2 But where we may resemble thee,
And in the godlike nature share,
Thine humble followers let us be,
And somewhat of thy likeness bear.
3 Pure may we be, averse to sin,
Just, holy, merciful, and true ;
And let thine image, form'd within,
Shine out in all we speak and do.
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1 Dear is the hallowed morn to me,
When village bells awake the day ;
And, by their sacred minstrelsy,
Call me from earthly cares away.
2 And dear to me the winged hour,
Spent in thy holy courts, O Lord !
To feel devotion's soothing power,
And catch the manna of thy Word.
3 And dear to me the loud Amen,
Which echoes through the blest abode ;
Which swells and sinks, and swells
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but lives to God.
4 And dear the rustic harmony,
Sung with the pomp of village art ;
That holy, heavenly melody,
The music of a thankful heart.
5 In secret I have often prayed,
And still the anxious tear would fall ;
But, on thy sacred altar laid,
The fire descends, and dries them all.
6 Oft, when the world with iron hands,
Has bound me in its six-days' chain,
This bursts them, like the strong man's
bands,
And lets my spirit loose again.
7 Then dear to me the Sabbath Morn,
The village bells, the shepherd's voice !
These oft have found my heart forlorn,
And always bid that heart rejoice.
8 Go, man of pleasure, strike the lyre,
Of broken sabbaths, sing the charms —
Ours be the Prophets' car of fire,
Which bears us to a Father's arms.
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Matthew xxviii. 1.
1 Hail, morning known among the blest!
Morning of hope, and joy, and love,
Of heavenly peace, and holy rest ;
Pledge of the endless rest above.
2 Blest be the Father of our Lord,
Who from the dead hath brought his
Son,
Hope to the lost was then restor'd,
And everlasting glory won.
3 Scarce morning twilight had begun
To chase the shades of night away,
When Christ arose — unsetting sun !
The dawn of Joy's eternal day !
4 Mercy look'd down, with gracious eye,
When our Immanuel left the dead :
Faith mark'd his bright ascent on high,
And Hope, with gladness, rais'd her
head.
5 Thy goodness, Lord, we bear in mind,
Who to thy saints this day hast given,
For rest and holy joy design'd,
To fit our souls for death and heaven.
6 Descend, O Spirit of the Lord !
Thy fire to every bosom bring :
Then shall our hearts and lips accord,
While God's high praise we, joyful,
sing.
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John xiv. 8.
1 Enough of life's vain scene I've trod ;
Sweet is this interval of rest ;
With cheerful heart I meet my God :
His presence makes me truly blest.
2 Pleasant is life, and sweet the light
That pours from the bright orb of day,
Revealing to our raptur'd sight
The world in all its rich display.
3 Pleasant is life, and sweet its ties,
The touching charities of man ;
Friend, fellow, child, and parent rise,
Endearing life's progressive plan.
4 But light and life would soon be vile,
And all their dearest pleasures pall,
Nor sun would shine, nor earth would
smile
Without thy presence gladdening all.
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1 Say not their sun goes down at noon :
Early they die, but not too soon,
Who live until the heart is chang'd,
And from the world and sin estrang'd.
2 Taught by the Lord, whose love they
knew,
They learnt to smile with death in view ;
Life's noblest end thus gain'd betimes,
Their sun enlightens other climes.
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1 Parting soul, the floods await thee,
And the billows round thee roar ;
Yet rejoice, the holy city
Stands on yon celestial shore.
2 There are crowns and thrones of glory
There the living waters glide :
There the just in shining raiment,
Standing by Immanuel's side.
3 Linger not, the stream is narrow,
Though its cold dark waters rise ;
He who pass'd the flood before thee,
Guides thy path to yonder skies.
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1 Cease here longer to detain me,
Fondest mother, drown'd in woe ;
Now thy kind caresses pain me,
Morn advances — let me go !
2 See yon orient streak appearing
Harbinger of endless day ;
Hark ! a voice, the darkness cheering,
Calls my new-born soul away.
3 Lately launch'd, a trembling stranger,
On the world's wide boist'rous flood,
Pierc'd with sorrow, toss'd with danger,
Gladly I return to God.
4 Now my cries shall cease to grieve thee,
Now my trembling heart find rest :
Kinder arms than thine receive me.
Softer pillow than thy breast.
5 Weep not o'er these eyes that languish,
Upward turning to thy home ;
They will soon forget all anguish,
While I wait to see thee come.
G There, my mother, pleasures centre :
Weeping, parting, care, or woe,
Ne'er our Father's house shall enter —
Morn advances ! — let me go !
7 Through this calm, this holy dawning,
Softly glides my parting breath,
To an everlasting morning : —
Gently close my eyes in death.
8 Though to leave thee sorrowing, grieve
me,
Yet again the voice I hear ! —
See ! the opening heav'ns receive me !
Rise — and seek to meet me there !
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1 Lord, we bow with deep contrition,
Low before thy throne of grace ;
Hear us, in thy kind compassion,
While we seek thy smiling face.
2 Where but to a bleeding Saviour
Should we come for life and peace ?
Nothing but thy boundless favour,
Can our burden'd souls release.
3 Thou hast witness'd our transgression,
Thou hast seen our load of guilt ;
Witness now our deep confession,
Thou whose precious blood was spilt
4 Ah, this sin of cov'nant-breaking !
Canst thou, wilt thou, Lord, forgive ?
Shall we hear thy mercy speaking ?
Canst thou bid us look and live ?
5 Pardon, peace, and consolation,
At thy bleeding cross we see :
There we take an humble station,
There our children bring to thee.
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1 Saviour, hear us through thy merit,
Lowly bending at thy feet ;
Oh draw near us by thy Spirit,
Prostrate at thy mercy seat.
2 Wretched, sinful, and unworthy ;
Sick, and poor, and deaf, and blind ;
Oft unmindful, while before thee,
Of our need of such a Friend,
3 Oh how precious is the favour
Of forgiveness through thy blood !
Come, thou gracious, bleeding Saviour,
Be our advocate with God.
4 For the joys of thy salvation
Still we raise our cries to thee ;
Hear the voice of supplication,
Set our souls at liberty.
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The lily must decay ;
The rose that blooms beneath the hill,
Must shortly fade away ;
And soon, too soon, the wintry hour,
Of man's maturer age,
May shake the soul with sorrow's power,
And stormy passions rage.
O thou, whose infancy was found,
With heavenly rays to shine,
Whose years with changeless virtue
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Dependent on thy bounteous breath
We seek thy grace alone ;
In childhood, manhood, age, and death,
To keep us still thine own.
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1 At length the op'ning spring has come
How joyous is the scene !
The air is fill'd with rich perfume,
Th« fields are dress'd in green :
I see my Saviour, from on high,
Break through the clouds and shine ;
No creature now more blessed than I,
No heart more glad than mine !
2 Thy word bids all my hopes revive,
It overcomes my foes ;
It makes my languid graces thrive,
And blossom like the rose :
Thus, Lord, a monument I stand,
Of what thy grace can do ;
Still guide me with thy gentle hand,
The changing seasons through.
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1 On thee, each morning, O my God,
My waking thoughts attend ;
In thee are founded all my hopes,
In thee my wishes end :
My soul, in pleasing wonder lost,
Thy boundless love surveys ;
And fired with grateful zeal ; prepares
A sacrifice of praise.
2 When evening slumbers press my eyes,
With his protection blest,
In peace and safety, I commit
My wearied limbs to rest :
My spirit in his hand, serene,
Fears no approaching ill ;
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Thou, Lord, art with me still.
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1 Far, far, o'er hill and dell,
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List to the Sabbath bell,
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2 Now to the church repair,
Slowly ascending ;
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Drive earthly cares away,
Hallow the Sabbath-day,
Thy life amending.
3 Now to the truth attend
Devoutly hearing ;
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Hoping, yet fearing ;
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Drive earthly cares away,
Hallow the Sabbath-day,
Thy God revering.
4 Now to thy home return
In meditation ;
Eternal truth discern,
Seek for salvation ;
Still to thy spirit say,
Drive earthly cares away,
Hallow the Sabbath-day,
Flee from temptation.
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1 Far, far, o'er hill and dell
On the winds stealing,
List to the tolling bell,
Mournfully pealing ;
Hark ! hark ! it seems to say,
As melt those sounds away,
So earth's best gifts decay,
Whilst new their feeling.
2 Now through the charmed air,
Slowly ascending,
List to the mourner's prayer,
Solemnly bending :
Hark ! hark ! it seems to say,
Turn from those joys away,
To those which ne'er decay,
For life is ending.
3 O'er father's dismal tomb,
See the orphan bending,
From the solemn churchyara'sgloom,
Hear the dirge ascending ;
Hark ! hark ! it seems to say,
How short Ambition's sway,
Life's joys and Friendship's ray,
In the dark grave ending.
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1 Far, far, from yonder cloud,
O'er the storm stealing,
List to the trumpet loud,
Awfully pealing ;
Hark ! hark ! it seems to say
Come, spirit, come away,
For time's best gifts decay
Short pleasure yielding.
2 Now through the brightened blaze,
Swiftly ascending,
List to the angel praise
Solemnly blending ;
Hark ! hark ! it seems to say,
Come from such scenes away,
To those wnich ne'er decay,
For time is ending.
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4 Thou art, O God ! the life and light,
Of all this wond'rous world we see ;
Its glow by day, its smile by night,
Are but reflections caught from thee ;
Where'er we turn thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are thine.
2 When day, with farewell beam, delays
Among the opening clouds of even,
And we can almost think we gaze
Thro' golden vistas into heaven :
Those hues that make the sun's decline
So soft, so radiant, Lord ! are thine.
3 When youthful spring around us
breathes,
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And every flower the summer wreathes,
Is born beneath that kindling eye, —
Where'er we turn thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are thine.
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1 When gathering clouds around I view,
And days are dark and friends are few,
On him I lean, who not in vain
Experienc'd every human pain ;
He sees my wants, allays my fears,
And counts and treasures up my tears.
2 When vexing thoughts within me rise,
And sore dismay'd my spirit dies ;
Yet he, who once vouchsaf 'd to bear
The sick'ning iinguish of despair,
Shall sweetly soothe, shall gently dry,
The throbbing heart, the streaming eye.
3 When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend,
Which covers all that was a friend,
And from his voice, his hand, his smile,
Divides me for a little while ;
Thou, Saviour, see'st the tears I shed,
For thou did'st weep o'er Lazarus dead.
4 And O, when I have safely pass'd
Through every conflict but the last,
Still, still unchanging, watch beside
My painful bed — for thou hast died ;
Then point to realms of cloudless day,
And wipe the latest tear away.
1 Servants of Christ ! by God's right-
hand
Scatter'd throughout the favour'd land,
If to your hearts th* Word be dear,
Oh think of those who pine to hear,
Far from their native shores exil'd,
A pastor's voice amidst the wild.
2 Oh let a voice of comfort bless
The lone and rugged wilderness ;
Send faithful shepherds forth, to feed
The scatter'd wand'rers in their need ;
Straight paths for feeble knees prepare,
And drooping hands sustain by prayer.
3 The Heathen, who in darkness lay,
Wake to the dawn of heavenly day :
But shall a worse than pagan night
O'ertake the race which dwelt in light ;
And Britain's God, to Briton's, thrown
On distant shores, become unknown ?
4 Great Shepherd of the ransom'd seed !
For thy dispersed ones we plead.
How shall these multitudes be fed ?
1 Tis thine to multiply the bread.
Richly hast thou our wants supplied :
By us, for them, for all provide.
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1 Swi<et is the last the parting ray,
Which ushers placid evening in ;
When, with the still, expiring day,
The Sabbath's peaceful hours begin :
How grateful to the anxious breast
The sacred hours of holy rest 1
2 Hush'd is the tumult of the day,
And worldly cares and business
While soft the vesper breezes play,
To hymn the glad return of peace :
Delightful season ! kindly given
To turn the wand'ring thoughts to
heaven.
Oft as this peaceful hour shall come,
Lord, raise my thoughts from earthly
things ;
And bear them to my heavenly home,
On faith and hope's celestial wings-
Till the last gleam of life decay,
In one eternal Sabbath-day.
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1 How sweet to the soul are the breathings of peace,
When the still voice of pardon bids sorrow to cease ;
When the welcome of mercy falls soft on the ear,
" Come hither, ye laden, ye weary draw near."
2 There is rest for the soul that on Jesus relies,
There's a home for the homeless prepared in the skies,
There's a joy in believing, a hope and a stay,
That the world cannot give, nor the world take away.
3 O had I the wings of a dove, I would fly,
And mount on the pinions of faith to the sky ;
Where the still and small breathing to earth that was given.
Shall be changed to the anthem and chorus of heaven.
26 psalm LXXXIV.
1 How honour'd, how dear, that sacred abode,
Where Christians draw near their Father and God !
Midst worldly commotion my soul, wearied, faints
For the house of devotion, the home of thy saints.
2 The birds have their home : they fix on their nest,
Wherever they roam , they return to their rest ;
From them ever learning, my soul would take wing,
To thee so returning, my God and my King !
3 How happy the choirs, who praise thee above !
What joy tunes their lyres ! their worship is love :
Yet safe in thy keeping and happy they be,
In this world of weeping, whose strength is in thee.
4 Though rugged their way, they drink as they go,
Of springs which convey new life as they flow :
The God they rely on, their strength will renew,
Till each, brought to Zion, his glory shall view.
5 Thou hearer of prayer, still grant me a place,
Where Christians repair to the courts of thy grace !
More blest, beyond measure, one day so employ'd,
Than years of vain pleasure by worldlings enjoy'd.
6 Me more would it please, keeping post at thy gate,
Than lying at ease in chambers of state :
The meanest condition outshines, with thy smiles,
The pomp of ambition, the world with its wiles.
7 The Lord is a sun ; the Lord is a shield :
What grace has begun, with glory is seal'd.
He hears the distressed ; he succours the just ;
And they shall be blessed who make Him their trust.
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1 My faith looks up to thee,
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Saviour divine !
Now hear me while I pray ;
Take all my guilt away ;
O letlne from this day
Be wholly thine.
2 May thy rich grace impart,
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My zeal inspire ;
As thou hast died for me,
O may my love to thee,
Pure, warm, and changeless be,
A living fire !
3 While life's dark maze I tread,
And griefs around me spread,
Be thou my guide ;
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Wipe sorrow's tears away,
Nor let me ever stray
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4 When ends life's transient dream,
When death's cold sullen stream,
Shall o'er me roll ;
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Fear and distrust remove :
O, bear me safe above —
A ransom'd soul !
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1 Come, thou, Almighty King,
Help us thy name to sing,
Help us to praise :
Father all glorious,
O'er all victorious,
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Ancient of Days.
2 Come thou incarnate Word,
Jesus, our glorious Lord,
Our prayer attend ;
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Spirit of holiness,
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3 Come, holy Comforter,
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In this glad hour :
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1 Let us awake our joys,
Strike up with cheerful voice,
Each creature sing —
Angels begin the song,
Mortals, the strain prolong,
In accents sweet and strong,
" Jesus is King !"
2 Proclaim abroad his name,
Tell of his matchless fame, —
What wonders done !
Shout through hell's dark profound,
Let all the earth resound,
'Till heaven's high arch rebound,
M Victory is won."
3 He vanquish'd sin and hell,
And our last foe will quell ;
Mourners rejoice !
His dying love adore, —
Praise him, now raised in power,
Praise him for evermore
With joyful voice !
4 All hail the glorious day,
When through the heav'nly way
Lo, he shall come !
While they who pierc'd him wail —
His promise shall not fail ;
Saints see your King prevail •
Great Saviour, come !
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1 M Glory to God on high !"
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" Praise ye his name ! "J
His love and grace adore,
Who all our sorrows bore ;
Sing aloud evermore —
"Worthy the Lamb."
2 Join all ye ransom'd race
Our Lord and God to bless,
" Praise ye his name ! "
On him we fix our choice,
In him we will rejoice,
Shouting with heart and voice —
"Worthy the Lamb!"
4 Soon must we close our race,
Yet will we never cease
Praising his name :
But as we upward wing,
Hail him our gracious King,
And through the heavens sing—.
" Worthy the Lamb !"
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1 When overwhelm'd with grief,
My heart within me dies,
Helpless, and far from all relief,
To heaven I lift my eyes.
2 Oh ! lead me to the rock
That's high above my head ;
And make the covert of thy wings
My shelter and my shade.
3 Within thy presence, Lord,
For ever I'll abide ;
Thou art the tower of my defence,
The refuge where I hide.
33 ftt&tttiatui an pa£t <&ziuxztiai\g.
1 How swift the torrent rolls,
That bears us to the sea S
The tide which hurries thoughtless souls
To vast eternity !
2 Our fathers ! where are they,
With all they call'd their own ?
Their joys and griefs — and hopes and
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And wealth and honour — gone !
3 But joy or grief succeeds
Beyond our mortal thought,
While still the remnant of their dust
Lies in the grave forgot.
4 There, where the fathers lie,
Must all the children dwell ;
Nor other heritage possess,
But such a gloomy cell.
5 God of our fathers, hear,
Thou everlasting Friend !
While we, as on life's utmost verge,
Our souls to thee commend.
6 Of all the pious dead
May we the footsteps trace,
'Till with them in the land of light,
We dwell before thy face.
34 Clje lastf gcroiwt.
1 I saw, beyond the tomb,
The awful Judge appear,
Prepar'd to scan with strict account,
My blessings wasted here.
2 His wrath like flaming fire,
In hell for ever burns ;
And from that awful world of woe
No fugitive returns.
3 Ye sinners, fear the Lord
While yet 'tis call'd to-day ;
Soon will the awful voice of' death
Command your souls away.
4 Soon will the harvest close,
The summer soon be o'er ;
Oh, sinner ! then your injured God
Will heed your cries no more.
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35 jfltgijt tfl $r<lbW. James iv. 14.
1 What is life ? ' Tis but a vapour :
Soon it vanishes away ;
Life is like a dying taper,
O my soul, why wish to stay ?
Why not spread thy wings and fly
Straight to yonder world on high ?
2 See that glory, how resplendent !
Brighter far than fancy paints ;
There in majesty transcendent,
Jesus reigns, the King of saints :
Spread thy wings, my soul, and fly
Straight to yonder world on high.
3 Joyful crowds his throne surrounding,
Sing with rapture of his love,
Thro' the heavens his praises sounding,
Filling all the courts above :
Spread thy wings, my soul, and fly
Straight to yonder world on high.
4 Go, and share his people's glory,
'Midst the ransom'd crowd appear,
Thine a joyful, wondrous story,
One that angels love to hear ;
Spread thy wings, my soul, and fly
Straight to yonder world on high.
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1 Britons ! now your hardest ended,
All your fruits securely stor'd,
Come, with grateful joy attended,
Meet around the festive board :
Friends and neighbours ! hither come,
Welcome guests at Harvest Home !
2 Cheerfulness and sober pleasure
Well become our happy isle,
When our God, in copious measure,
Deigns to bless us with his smile ;
Let his praises fill the room,
While we keep our Harvest Home.
3 Sun and showers, his daily blessing,
All our kindly fruits matur'd ;
And his love and care unceasing,
Watch'd till all was safely stor'd ;
Else we had not hither come,
Thus to hail the Harvest Home.
4 From his hand all good receiving,
Let us trust in him alone ;
Ever to his glory living,
Through the grace of Christ his
Son ;
'Till, with all his saints, we come
To his heavenly Harvest Home.
1 Come to Calvary's holy mountain,
Sinners ruin'd by the fall :
Here a pure and healing fountain
Flows to you, to me, to all ;
In a full, perpetual tide,
Open'd when the Saviour died.
2 Come, in poverty and meanness,
Come, defiled without, within ;
From infection and uncleanness,
From the leprosy of sin,
Wash your robes and make them white :
Ye shall walk with God in light.
3 Come, in sorrow and contrition,
Wounded, impotent, and blind ;
Here the guilty, free remission,
Here the troubled, peace may find :
Health this fountain will restore ;
He that drinks shall thirst no more.
4 He that drinks shall live for ever :
'Tis a soul-renewing flood :
God is faithful — God will never
Break his covenant in blood,
Sign'd, when our F.edeemer died,
Seal'd, when he was glorified.
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Psalm xxxi. 7.
1 Sing of mercy, sing with gladness,
Let the theme our tongues employ ;
Talk no more of gloom and sadness,
Mercy is a theme of joy ;
Surely they who know not this,
Do not know what mercy is !
2 But for this delightful subject,
What a waste the earth would seem 1
Mercy now on every object
Seems to shed a cheerful beem ;
'Till we knew the joyful sound,
All was dark and waste around.
Mercy lightens all our crosses,
Mercy mitigates our pains,
Recompenses all our losses,
And gives worth to what remains
All our joys from mercy spring,
Let us then of mercy sing.
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1 Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings,
Thy better portion trace ;
Rise from transitory things,
Towards heaven, thy native place ;
Sun, and moon, and stars decay,
Time shall soon the earth remove ;
Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepar'd above.
2 Rivers to the ocean run.
Nor stay in all their course ;
Fire ascending seeks the sun ;
Both speed them to their source :
So a spirit born of God,
Pants to view his glorious face,
Upwards tends to his abode,
To rest in his embrace.
3 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn,
Press onward to the prize ;
Soon your Saviour will return,
Triumphant in the skies :
Yet a season, and you know,
Happy entrance will be given ;
All our sorrows left below,
And earth exchang'd for heaven.
40 Jirager fax JBtbute Hfcqpins
1 By me, O my Saviour ! stand,
In every trying hour :
Guard me with thine outstretch'd hand,
And hold me with thy power :
Mindful of thy faithful word,
Thine all-sufficient grace bestow :
Keep me, keep me, gracious Lord,
And never let me go.
2 Give me, Lord, a holy fear,
And fix it in my heart ;
That I may from evil near
With watchful care depart :
Still thy timely help afford,
And all thy lovingkindness show :
Keep me, keep me, gracious Lord,
And never let me go.
3 Let me never leave thy breast,
From thee, my Saviour, stray :
Thou art my support and rest,
My true and living way ;
My exceeding great reward,
In heaven above and earth below
Keep me, keep me, gracious Lord,
And never let me go.
Never let me go, till I,
Upborne on wings of love,
Gain the regions of the sky,
And take my seat above :
Thou hast pass'd thy gracious word,
That thou wilt bring me safely through;
Thou wilt, therefore, keep me, Lord,
Nor ever let me go.
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3 Oft by Siloa's sacred stream,
In heavenly trance and raptur'd dream,
To faithful Israel shown,
Triumphant over all her foes,
The true celestial Salem rose,
Jehovah's promis'd throne.
4 We, too, O Lord, would seek that land,
Follow the tribes that crowd its strand,
From every peril sav'd ;
And wake as when in elder time,
Were marshall'd all thy hosts sublime,
And high thy banner wav'd.
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Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Eternal and divine,
Round whose throne the heavenly host,
In endless praises join:
Thine the glory and the power,
Thine the wisdom and the might ;
Thine the praise for evermore,
O God of life and light.
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1 O thou that hear'st the prayer of faith,
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That casts itself on thee ?
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2 Slain in the guilty sinner's stead,
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And bring me near to God.
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The spirit of adoption breathe,
His consolations send :
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And sweetly whisper to my heart,
" Thy Maker is thy friend."
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A welcome messenger to me,
To bid me come away :
Unclogg'd by earth, or earthly things,
I'd mount, I'd fly with eager wings,
To everlasting day.
44 Oje Better Eatttf. Heb. xi. 16.
1 Beyond the dark and stormy bound,
That gilds our dull horizon round,
A lovelier landscape swells :
Resplendent seat of light and peace !
In thee the sounds of conflict cease,
And glory ever dwells.
2 For thee the early patriarch sigh'd,
Thy distant beauty faint descried,
And hail'd the ble»t abode :
A stranger here, he sought a home,
Fix'd in a city yet to come,
The city of his God.
3 Oft by Siloa's sacred stream,
In heavenly trance and raptur'd dream,
To faithful Israel shown,
Triumphant over all her foes,
The true celestial Salem rose,
Jehovah's promis'd throne.
4 We, too, O Lord, would seek that land,
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And wake as when in elder time,
Were marshall'd all thy hosts sublime,
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1 How precious, Lord, thy sacred word 1
What light and joy those leaves afford,
To souls in deep distress !
Thy precepts guide our doubtful way,
Thy fear forbids our feet to stray,
Thy promise leads to rest.
2 Thy threatenings wake our slumbering
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And warn us where our danger lies ;
But 'tis thy gospel, Lord,
That makes the guilty conscience clean,
Converts the soul, and conquers sin,
And gives a free reward.
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1 From the cross, uplifted high,
Where the Saviour deigns to die,
What melodious sounds we hear,
Bursting on the ravish'd ear ! —
" Love's redeeming work is done —
Come and welcome, sinner, come !
2 " Sprinkled now with blood the throne,
Why beneath thy burdens groan ?
On my pierced body laid,
Justice owns the ransom paid —
Bow the knee, and kiss the Son —
Come and welcome, sinner, come !
3 " Spread for thee the festal board ;
See with richest dainties stor'd ;
To thy Father's bosom press'd,
Yet again a child confess'd,
Never from his house to roam ;
Come and welcome, sinner, come !
4 " Soon the days of life shall end—
Lo, I come — your Saviour, Friend !
Safe your spirits to convey
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Come and welcome, sinner, come ! "
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47 J0rtbate TO0nfl[)tp.
PART I. MORNING.
1 In this calm, impressive hour,
Let my prayer ascend on high ;
God of mercy, God of power,
Hear me, when to thee I cry :
Hear me from thy lofty throne,
For the sake of Christ, thy Son.
2 With this morning's early ray,
While the shades of night depart,
Let thy beams of life convey,
Joy and gladness to my heart ;
Now o'er all my steps preside,
And for all my wants provide.
3 Oh ! what joy that word affords —
Thou shalt reign o'er all the earth,
King of kings, and Lord of lords,
Send thy gospel heralds forth ;
Now begin thy boundless sway,
Usher in the glorious day.
PART II. EVENING.
1 Now from labour and from care
Evening shades have set me free ;
In the work of praise and prayer,
Lord I would converse with thee ;
Oh ! behold me from above,
Fill me with a Saviour's love !
2 Sin and sorrow, guilt and woe,
Wither all my earthly joys ;
Nought can charm me here below
But my Saviour's melting voice :
Lord, forgive, thy grace restore,
Make me thine for evermore.
For the blessings of this day,
For the mercies of this hour ;
For the gospel's cheering ray,
For the Spirit's quick'ning power,
Grateful notes to thee I raise,
Oh, accept my song of praise 1
48 Clatfc nf a fSrsgtt f&t ettng.
O 'tis sweet to mingle, where
Christians meet for social prayer :
O 'tis sweet with them to raise,
Songs ot holy joy and praise ;
Then how blest that state must be,
Where they meet eternally.
Saviour, let these meetings prove
Scenes of fervent Christian love ;
While we worship in this place,
May we go from grace to grace ;
Till we, each in his degree,
Fit for endless glory be.
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Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
One in three, and three in one,
As by the celestial host,
Let thy will on earth be done ;
Praise by all to thee be given,
Glorious Lord of earth and heav'n.
If so poor a worm as I
May to thy great glory live,
All my actions sanctify,
All my thoughts and words receive,
Claim me for thy service — claim,
All I have, and all I am.
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Abuse such dying love !
4 Forbid that I should leave thee,
O Jesus leave not me ;
By faith I would receive thee ;
Thy blood can make me free :
When strength and comfort languish,
And I must hence depart,
Release me then from anguish,
By thine own wounded heart.
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51 Consolation.
1 Why that look of sadness ?
Why that downcast eye ?
Can no thought of gladness
Lift thy soul on high ?
O thou heir of heaven,
Think of Jesus' love,
While to thee is given
All his grace to prove.
2 Is thy burden'd spirit
Agonized for sin ?
Think of Jesus' merit ;
He can make thee clean :
Think of Calvary's mountain,
Where his blood was spilt ;
In that precious fountain
Wash away thy guilt.
3 Is thy spirit drooping ?
Is the tempter near ?
Still in Jesus hoping,
What hast thou to fear ?
Set the prize before thee,
Gird thy armour on :
Heir of grace and glory,
Struggle for thy crown.
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1 God of our salvation,
Unto thee we pray ;
Hear our supplication,
Be our strength and stay ;
Wretched and unworthy,
Poor, and sick, and blind,
Prostrate we adore thee,
Call thy grace to mind.
He that dwelleth near thee
Safely shall abide ;
Ever love and fear thee,
In thy strength confide :
Sure is thy protection,
Safe is thy defence,
While in deep affliction
Woe or pestilence.
God of our salvation,
Saviour, Prince of peace,
Boundless thy compassion
Infinite thy grace :
While with love unceasing,
Humbly we adore,
Grant us thy rich blessing
And we ask no more,
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Yes, I will extol thee,
Lord of life, and light,
For thine arm upheld me,
Put my foes to flight :
I implor'd thy mercy,
Thou wert swift to save ;
Heal my wounded spirit,
Bring me from the grave.
O, ye saints, sing praises,
Call his love to mind,
For a moment angry,
But for ever kind ;
Grief may, like a pilgrim,
Through the night sojourn,
Yet shall joy to-morrow
With the light return.
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1 Cease, ye mourners, cease to languish,
O'er the graves of those you love :
Pain, and death, and ni^ht, and anguish,
Enter not the world above.
2 While our silent steps are straying,
Lonely through night's deep'ning
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Round the immortal Spirit's head
3 Light and peace at once deriving
From the hand of God most high,
In his glorious presence living,
They shall never — never die !
4 Endless pleasure, pain excluding,
Sickness there no more can come ;
There, no fear of woe intruding
Sheds o'er heaven a moment's gloom.
5 Now, ye mourners, cease to languish
O'er the graves of those ye love :
Far remov'd from pain and anguish,
They are chanting hymns above.
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2 Cor. v. 8.
1 O the hour when this material
Shall have vanish 'd like a cloud ;
When amid the wide ethereal,
All the invisible shall crowd.
2 And the naked soul surrounded
With innumerous hosts of light,
Triumph in the view unbounded,
And adore the Infinite.
3 In that sudden strange transition,
By what new and finer sense
Shall she grasp the mighty vision.
And receive its influence.
i Angels, guard the new immortal
Thro' the wonder-teeming space,
To the everlasting portal,
To the spirits' resting-place.
5 Can I trust a fellow being ?
Can I trust an angel's care ?
O thou merciful All-seeing,
Beam around my spirit there !
6 Jesus, blessed Mediator,
Thou the airy path hast trod !
Thou the Judge, tbe Consummator,
Shepherd of the fold of God.
56 Corns to Stes'utf.
1 ' Comk' — 'tis Jesus' invitation —
Now to mourning souls address'd
Why, O why such hesitation,
Mourners, he will give you rest.
2 Do ye fear your own unfitness,
Burden'd as ye are with sin ?
'Tis the Holy Spirit's witness :
Christ invites you ; — enter in.
3 Stay not pondering on your sorrow,
Turn from your own self away,
Dare not linger till to-morrow, —
Come to Christ, without delay.
4 He will give — we ne'er can merit —
Perfect peace and heavenly rest ;
What a treasure we inherit !
How are contrite sinners blest !
5 Jesus, with thy word complying,
Firm our faith and hope shall be ;
On thy faithfulness relying,
We will cast our souls on thee.
57 <§Iormnrj in tljc Cro&f.
1 When tbe woes of life o'ertake me,
Hopes deceive, and fear annoy,
Never shall the cross forsake me ;
Lo ! it glows with peace and joy.
2 When the sun of bliss is beaming
Light and love upon my way,
From the cross the radiance streaming,
Adds more lustre to the day.
3 Grief and blessing, pain and pleasure,
By the Cross are sanctified ;
Peace is there that knows no measure,
Joys that through all time abide.
4 In the Cross of Christ I glory,
Towering o'er the wrecks of time,
All the light of sacred story
Gathers round its head sublime.
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The fame of thy wond
The theme most trans;
The triumph of sorrow
4 Come, saints, and ado
O, give him the glory,
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And join the full chor
63 3 lSai\
1 A voice from the des<
The Lord is advancing
The word of Jehovah
And o'er the dark woi
2 Bring down the proud
And be the low valley
The rough path and ci
For Zion, your King,
3 The beams of salvation
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1 Green the hill-side, ever fair.
Where perennial waters are ;
Drought may parch the fields around.
Purling brooks may cease their sound
But that hill-side verdant still
Tells that springs its bosom fill.
2 Ever joyous thus the heart
Where celestial waters start :
He that comes in thirst to me,
Drinks of living streams and free ;
Springing in his soul a well
Into heavenly life shall swell !
3 Flowing from that favour'd hill
Courserh on th' unfailing rill ;
Other brooks may cease their sound,
Fruitless be the fields around,
But along that water'd vale
Bloom and beauty cannot fail.
4 Ever from the Christian heart,
Thus shall living waters start:
He that me believes and loves,
Forth from him, where'er he roves,
Living streams shall richly flow,
Gladdening wastes of human woes
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Lord, remember me for good,
Passing thrcugh this mortal vale !
Shew me thy atoning blood,
When my strength and courage (ail,
Let me oft in spirit see,
Jesus, crucified for me !
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61 "$fo0ttttr not lite allium"
1 I would not live alway : I ask not to stay
Where storm after storm rises o'er the dark way :
The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here
Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer.
2 I would not live alway : no — welcome the tomb :
Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom.
There sweet be my rest till he bid me arise,
To hail him in triumph descending the skies.
3 Who, who would live alway away from his God —
Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode,
Where rivers of pleasure flow bright o'er the plains,
And the noontide of glory eternally reigns ?
4 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet,
Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet ;
While the anthem of rapture unceasingly roll,
And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul ?
62 CTjc §frabiaux'& garxatog.
1 Thou sweet gliding Cedron, by thy silver streams,
Our Saviour at midnight, when moonlight's pale beams
Shone bright on the waters, would frequently stray,
And lose in thy murmurs the toils of the day,
2 How damp were the vapours that fell on his head ;
How hard was his pillow, — how humble bis bed ;
The angels, astonish'd, grew sad at the sight,
And followed their master with solemn delight.
3 Oh, garden of Olives, thou dear honour'd spot,
The fame of thy wonders shall ne'er be forgot ;
The theme most transporting to seraphs above ;
The triumph of sorrow, — the triumph of love !
4 Come, saints, and adore him, — come, bow at his feet !
O, give him the glory, the praise that is meet ;
Let joyful hosannas unceasing arise,
And join the full chorus that gladdens the skies.
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1 A voice from the desert comes awful and shrill
The Lord is advancing — prepare ye the way ;
The word of Jehovah he comes to fulfil,
And o'er the dark world pour the splendour of day.
2 Bring down the proud mountain, tho' towering to heaven,
And be the low valley exalted on high ;
The rough path and crooked, be made smooth and even,
For Zion, your King, your Redeemer is nigh.
3 The beams of salvation his progress illume,
The lone dreary wilderness sings of her God,
The rose and the myrtle shall suddenly bloom,
And the olive of peace spread its branches abroad.
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1 Com k, ye that know and fear the Lord ,
And lift your souls above ;
Let every heart and voice accord,
To sing, that God is love.
2 This precious truth his word declares,
And all his mercies prove ;
While Christ, th' atoning Lamb, ap-
pears,
To show that God is love.
3 Behold his lovingkindness waits,
For those who from him rove,
And calls of mercy reach their hearts,
To teach that God is love.
4 And oh that you whose hardened hearts
No fears of hell can move,
May hear the gospel's milder voice —
That tells you God is love.
5 O may we all, while kere below,
This best of blessings prove ;
Till warmer hearts — in brighter worlds,
Shall shout that God is love.
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1 Far from these narrow scenes of night,
Unbounded glories rise,
And realms of joy and pure delight,
Unknown to mortal eyes.
2 Fair distant land ! — could mortal eyes
But half its charms explore,
How would our spirits long to rise,
And dwell on earth no more !
3 No cloud those blissful regions know —
Realms ever bright and fair !
For sin, the source of mortal woe,
Can never enter there.
4 Oh, may the heavenly prospect fire
Our hearts with ardent love !
Till wings of faith and strong desire,
Bear every thought above.
5 Prepare us, Lord, by grace divine,
For thy bright courts on high ;
Then bid our spirits rise, and join
The chorus of the sky.
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1 Hail, great Creator — wise and good !
To thee our songs we raise ;
Nature, through all her various scenes,
Invites us to thy praise.
2 At morning, noon, and evening mild,
Fresh wonders strike our view ;
And while we gaze our hearts exult
With transports ever new.
3 Thy glory beams in every star,
Which gilds the gloom of night ;
And decks the smiling face of morn,
With rays of cheerful light.
4 The lofty hill — the humble lawn,
With countless beauties shine ;
The silent grove — the awful shade,
Proclaim thy power divine.
5 Great nature's God! still may these
scenes
Our serious hours engage !
Still may our grateful hearts consult
Thy works' instructive page !
6 And while, in all thy wondrous ways,
Thy varied love we see ;
Oh, may our hearts, great God, be led
Through all thy works to thee.
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1 Go, messenger of love, and bear
Upon thy gentle wing,
The songs that seraphs love to hear,
And angels joyful sing.
2 Go to the heart with sin oppress'd,
And dry the sorrowing tear ;
Extract the thorn that wounds the
breast,
The drooping spirit cheer.
3 Go say to Zion, " Jesus reigns ;"
By his resistless power,
He binds his enemies with chains ;
They fall to rise no more.
4 Tell of the spirit's energies,
As he from heaven descends,
Arrests his proudest enemies,
And changes them to friends.
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Softly now the light of day,
Fades upon my sight away ;
Free from care — from labour free,
Lord, I would commune with thee,
2 Soon, for me, the light of day
Shall for ever pass away ;
Then, from sin and sorrow free,
Take me, Lord, to dwell with thee !
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1 Thou, O Lord, didst hear my cry ;
Thy protecting hand was nigh ;
Peaceful slumbers thou did'st shed.
On my weary drooping head.
2 Gently with the dawning ray
On my soul thy beams display :
Sweeter than the smiling morn,
Let thy cheering light return.
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43
70 Spring.
1 Pleasing spring again is here !
Trees and fields in bloom appear !
Hark ! the birds with artless lays,
Warble their Creator's praise !
2 Lord afford a spring to me !
Let me feel like what I see :
Ah 1 my winter has been long,
Chill'd my hopes, suppress'd my song.
3 How the soul in winter mourns,
Till the Lord, the Son, returns !
Till the Spirit's gentle rain
Bids the heart revive again !
4 O beloved Saviour, haste,
Tell me all the storms are past :
Speak, and by thy gracious voice
Make my drooping soul rejoice.
71 influenced of tljc j?ptrtt implore*!
to Comfort.
1 Gracious Spirit — Love Divine !
Let thy light within me shine ;
All my guilty fears remove,
Fill me with thy heavenly love.
2 Speak thy pardoning grace to me,
Set the burden'd sinner free ;
Lead me to the Lamb of God,
Wash me in thy precious blood.
3 Life and peace to me impart ;
Seal salvation on my heart :
Breathe thyself into my breast,
Earnest of immortal rest.
4 Let me never from thee stray.
Keep me in the narrow way ;
Fill my soul with joy divine ;
Keep me, Lord, for ever thine.
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nimttw ano ftobe.
1 Sweet the time — exceeding sweet ;
When the saints together meet,
When the Saviour is the theme,
When they join to sing of him.
2 Sing we then eternal love,
Such as did the Father move :
He beheld the world undone,
Loved the world, and gave his Son.
3 Sing the Son's amazing love ;
How he left the realms above,
Took our nature and our place,
Lived and died to save our race.
4 Sing we, too, the Spirit's love ;
With our wretched hearts he strove ;
Filled our minds with grief and fear,
Brought the precious Saviour near.
5 Sweet the place — exceeding sweet,
Where the saints in glory meet ;
Where the Saviour 's still the theme,
Where we see and sing of him.
73 $oto rotlt njou tro in flje ^focll*
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1 Shudder not to pass the stream ;
Venture all thy care on him ;
Him ! whose dying love and power
Still'd its tossing, hush'd its roar.
2 Safe is the expanded wave,
Gentle as the summer's eve,
Not one object of his care,
Ever suffer'd shipwreck there.
3 See the haven full in view !
Love divine shall bear thee through ;
Trust to that propitious gale ;
Weigh thine anchor spread thy sail.
4 Saints in glory, hailing thee,
Wait thy passage through the sea ;
Ardent for the coming o'er,
Lo, they throng the blissful shore.
5 Mount their transports to improve ;
Join the longing choir above :
Swiftly to their wish be given ;
Kindle higher joy in heaven.
6 Such the prospects that arise,
To the dying Christian's eyes ;
Such the glorious vista, faith
Opens thro' the storm of death
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1 Dust and ashes though we be,
Full of guilt and misery ;
Thine we are, thou Son of God !
Take the purchase of thy blood.
2 Boundless wisdom, power divine,
Love unspeakable are thine !
Praise by all to thee be giv'n,
By thy sons of earth and heav'n !
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1 Weary of these low scenes of night,
My fainting heart grows sick of time ;
Sighs for the dawn of sweet delight ;
Sighs for a distant happier clime !
2 'Tis just, 'tis right : thus he ordains,
Who form'd this animated clod ;
That needful cares instructive pains,
May bring the restless heart to God.
3 In thee we would behold our rest,
Nor hope for bliss below the sky ;
Vi?it, O Lord, each mourning breast,
And silence every plaintive sigh.
4 Cheerful, our hearts shall then survey
The toils and dangers of the road ;
And, patient, keep the heavenly way,
Which leads us homeward to ourGod.
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1 Lord, whenmythoughtsdelighted rove
Amid the wonders of thy love,
Sweet hope revives my drooping heart,
And bids intruding fears depart.
2 Repentant sorrow fills my heart,
But mingling joy allays the smart ;
Oh ! may my future life declare,
The sorrow and the joy sincere.
3 Be all my heart, and all my days
Devoted to my Saviour's praise ;
And let my glad obedience prove
How much I owe — how much I love.
77 Ojrtst ^returns?.
1 Jesus, in whom but thee above
Can I repose my trust, my love ?
And shall an earthly object be
Loved in comparison with thee ?
2 How soon, O Lord, will life decay !
How soon this world will pass away !
Ah ! what can mortal friends avail,
When heart, and strength, and life
shall fail ?
3 Oh ! then be thou, my Saviour, nigh,
And I will triumph while I die ;
My strength, my portion, is divine,
And Jesus is for ever mine !
78 C!)c Ctjrtettan not alone.
Child of the dust! I heard thee
mourn —
" Will God forsake and not return ?
Unheal'd my wounds, my woes un-
known,
Down to the grave I sink alone."
But art thou thus indeed alone,
Quite unbefriended and unknown ?
And hast thou then His love forgot,
Who form'd thy frame and fixed thy
lot ?
Who laid his Son within the grave,
Thy soul from endless death to save ;
And gave his spirit to console,
And make thy wounded bosom whole ?
Each fluttering hope, each anxious fear,
Each lonely sigh, each silent tear,
To thine Almighty Friend are known,
And say'st thou, thou art all alone ?
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Oh let me, gracious Lord, extend,
My view to life's approaching end !
What are my days ? — a span their line ;
And what myage, compared with thine?
Our life, advancing to its close,
While scarce its earliest dawn it knows,
Swift through an empty shade, we run,
And vanity and man are one.
God of my fathers ! here as they,
I walk, the pilgrim of a day ;
A transient guest, thy works admire,
And instant to my home retire.
Oh spare me, Lord — in mercy spare,
And Nature's failing strength repair,
Ere life's short circuit wander'd o'er,
I perish — and am seen no more.
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Wait, O my soul, thy Maker's will ;
Tumultuous passions, all be still !
Nor let a murmuring thought arise —
His ways are just — bis counsels wise.
He in the thickest darkness dwells,
Performs his work — the cause conceals;
But though his methods are unknown ,
Judgment and truth support his throne.
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Divine Intercessor above ;
Oh, where shall the song of thy praises begin,
Or how shall I speak of thy love :
Heaven is telling,
And earth is revealing
What wonders thy mercy can prove.
2 And do I not love thee, O Saviour, divine,
The chief of ten thousands to me ?
Yes, infinite beauty and glory are thine,
Whose effulgence no mortal can see ;
Angels shall bless thee,
And men shall confess thee,
All worlds shall acknowledge thy sway.
3 Thine, thine is the kingdom, the wisdom and power,
The glory and honour supreme ;
For ever and ever, my soul would adore
Th' unspeakable worth of thy name ;
For ever and ever
O glorious Saviour,
I'll dwell on the rapturous theme.
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All honour and praise to the Father, the Son,
And Spirit, coequal, divine ;
To the triune Jehovah, supreme on the throne,
Where glories ineffable shine :
Prostrate before thee,
Our spirits adore thee,
Eternal dominion be thine.
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1 Far, far beyond these lower skies,
Up to the glories all his own,
Where we by faith lift up our eyes.
Is Jesus, our Forerunner, gone ?
2 High on his throne of heavenly light,
Eternal glory he sustains ;
While saints and angels bless the sight,
There Jesus, our Forerunner, reigns.
3 He lives, salvation to impart,
From sin, and hell, and Satan's wiles,
With love eternal in his heart,
There Jesus, our Forerunner, smiles.
4 Before his heavenly Father's face,
For every saint he intercedes,
For mercy and abounding grace,
There Jesus, our Forerunner, pleads.
5 But, oh, 'tis this completes the whole,
And all its bliss and glory proves,
That while eternal ages roll,
There Jesus, our Forerunner, loves.
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1 Ye heavens, with sounds of triumph
ring ;
Ye angels, burst into a song ;
Jesus descends, victorious king,
And leads his shining train along.
2 From realms of death, beneath the
ground,
The saints, in countless millioni>,rise;
While angels stand admiring round,
And view the change with vast sur-
prise.
3 Then let the sons of heaven draw nigh,
While to'theastonish'd hosts you tell,
How feeble mortals rose so high
From graves and worms, from sin
and hell.
4 Tell them in accents like their own,
What an incarnate God could do ;
Then point to Jesus on the throne,
And boast that Jesus died for you.
5 Transported, they no more can hear ;
Their voices catch the sacred name;
Harmonious to his Father's ear,
Jesus the God, their harps proclaim.
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Isaiah lxiii. 7.
1 Awake, my soul, to joyful lays,
And sing thy great Redeemer's praise ;
He claims a thankful song from thee, —
His lovingkindness, oh, how free !
2 He saw thee ruin'd by the fall,
Yet lov'd thee in thy dreadful thrall ;
He sav'd thee from thy lost estate ; —
His lovingkindness, oh, how great !
3 Though prone, alas, my roving heart,
From my Redeemer to depart,
And though I him have oft forgot,
His lovingkindness changes not.
4 Soon I must pass the darksome vale,
And when my mortal powers shall fail,
Oh let my last expiring breath,
His lovingkindness sing in death.
5 And when my spirit soars away,
To brighter worlds of endless day,
I'll sing with rapture and surprise,
His lovingkindness in the skies.
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Revelation xi. 15.
1 Hark ! what triumphant strains are
these,
Which echo through the vault of
heaven ?
To Jesus, once on Calvary slain,
The kingdoms of the earth are given.
2 Hark, th' new song before the throne,
Which only the redeemed can raise !
Angels may tune their golden harps,
But cannot reach those notes of
praise.
3 They worship our exalted Lord,
And hail him Universal King ;
But saints, the purchase of his blood,
Can strike a sweeter, nobler string.
4 The wonders of his dying love
Their hallelujahs loud proclaim ;
While, with extaticjoy, ihey shout
New honours to his sacred name.
5 From every kindred, every tongue,
From barbarous nations long un.
known,
From polish'd Greeks and Scythian?
rude,
Acountless host surround the throne.
6 In robes of spotless white arrayed,
And palms of victory in their hand
With holy wonder and delight ;
The trophies of his grace they stand.
86 Jfar xbabt all }9rmctpalitg, &c.
Bphesians i. 21.
1 Now far above the starry skies,
Our Jesus fills a brighter throne,
Invisible to mortal eyes,
But not to humble faith unknown.
2 The countless hosts that round him
stand,
The subjects of his sovereign power ;
Fly through the world at his command,
Or prostrate at his feet adore.
3 His name above all creatures great,
He all sustains and all controls ;
Yet from his high exalted state,
Looks kindly down on humble souls.
4 All hail ! thou great Immanuel, hail !
Ten thousand blessings on thy name :
While thus thy wondrous love we tell,
Our bosoms feel the sacred flame.
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1 Forth from the dark and stormy sky,
Lord, to thine altar's shade we fly ;
Forth from the world, its hope and fear,
Saviour, we seek thy shelter here ;
Weary and weak, thy grace we pray,
Turn not, O Lord, thy guests away.
2 Long have we roamed in want and pain,
Long have we sought thy rest in vain,
'Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost,
Long have our souls been tempest-tost:
Low at thy feet our sins we lay,
Turn not, O Lord, thy guests away.
88 Cljrtet our ®tfu0cate.
1 Father of mercies, God of love !
Oh, hear an humble suppliant's cry ;
Bend from thy lofty seat above,
Thy throne of glorious majesty :
Ob ! deign to listen to my voice,
And bid this drooping heart rejoice.
2 I urge no merits of my own,
For I, alas, am all that 's vile,
No — when I bow before thy throne,
Dare to converse with God awhile,
Thy name, blest Jesus, is my plea,
Dearest and sweetest name to me !
3 Father of mercies, God of love,
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cry,
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Thy throne of glorious majesty :
One pardoning word can make me
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antf ptrfett gift. James i. 17.
Fountain of good, from thee alone,
Our every gift and comfort flows ;
Whate'er we fondly call our own,
Thy freely-streaming grace bestows ;
Thy blessings all thro' Christ descend,
Our heavenly and eternal friend.
What are thy gifts, compar'd to thee !
A beam from that bright shining sun,
A drop from that unfathom'd sea,
Fountain of life, and love unknown !
Low at thy feet, O God, I fall,
O God, thou art mine all in all.
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1 Thou Lamb of God, for whom alone
We suffer pain, and shame, and loss,
Hear thine afflicted servants' groan,
Crush'd by the burden of thy cross,
And bear our fainting spirits up,
And bless the bitter, sacred cup.
2 But wilt thou not at last appear,
Into thy hand the matter take ?
We look to no protector here,
But thee our only refuge make ;
To thee, O righteous Judge, appeal,
And wait in faith thy holy will.
3 Thou wilt not shut thy bowels up,
Or justice to the weak deny :
Thy mercy's ear thou wilt not stop
Against the mourning prisoners' cry ;
Who ever make our humble moan,
And look for help to thee alone.
4 Then help us meekly to sustain
The cross of man's oppressive power ;
To slight the shame, endure the pain,
And calmly wait the welcome hour,
Which brings the fiery chariot down,
And takes us to our heavenly crown.
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92 Snbttatum to n)e iHcrcy-^eat.
1 Comb, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish,
Come, at the Mercy-seat, fervently kneel ;
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish-
Earth has no sorrows that Heav'n cannot heal.
2 Joy of the comfortless, light of the straying,
Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure, —
Here speaks the Comforter, in mercy saying,
Earth has no sorrows that Heav'n cannot cure.
3 Here see the tree of life — see waters flowing
Forth from the throne of God, pure from above ;
Come to the Mercy-seat — come, ever knowing,
Earth has no sorrows but Heav'n can remove.
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3 When trouble assails, His love never fails, He meets us with sweet consolation.
4 His bounties are free, He hears every plea, And welcomes the cry of the needy.
5 Blest mansions above, Prepared by his love, Are waiting at last to receive us,
6 My Saviour and friend, On whom I depend, My heart shall for ever adore thee.
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94 <S0tr'rf flraciausf JDafcocr.
1 Jehovah, God ! thy gracious power
On every hand we see ;
O may the blessings of each hour
Lead all our thoughts to thee !
2 If, on the wings of morn we speed
To earth's remotest bound,
Thy hand will there our journey lead,
Thine ai m our path surround.
3 Thy power is in the ocean deeps,
And reaches to the skies ;
Thine eye of mercy never sleeps.
Thy goodness never dies.
4 From morn till noon — till latest eve,
Thy hand, O God, we see ;
And all the blessings we receive,
Proceed alone from thee.
5 In all the varying scenes of time,
On thee our hopes depend ;
In every age — in every clime,
Our Father, and our Friend.
95 Christian tfcXlatofyig.
1 How sweet, how heavenly is the sight,
When those that love tne 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.
96 Entafctrtmessf to Ojrtet.
1 To thee, my Shepherd and my Lord,
A grateful song I'll raise ;
Oh ! let the feeblest of thy flock
Attempt to speak thy praise.
2 My life, my joy, my hope, I owe
To thine amazing love ;
Ten thousand thousand comforts here,
And nobler bliss above.
3 To thee my trembling spirit flies.
With sin and grief oppress'd ;
Thy gentle voice dispels my fears,
And lulls my cares to rest.
4 Lead on, dear Shepherd ! — led by thee,
No evil shall I fear ;
Soon shall I reach thy fold above,
And praise thee better there.
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trmncr in JEnfancn. Matt, xviii. 14.
1 Thy life we read, O gracious Lord,
With transport all divine ;
Thine image trace in every word,
Thy love in every line.
2 Our eyes behold a thousand charms
Spread o'er thy lovely face,
While infants in thy tender arms,
Receive thy smiling grace.
3 " I take these little lambs," said he,
" And lay them on my breast :
A shepherd they shall find in me,
In me be ever blest.
4 Death may the bands of life unloose,
But not dissolve my love ;
Millions of infant souls compose
The family above.
5 Theirfeeble frames mypowershall raise,
And mould with heavenly skill ;
I'll give them tongues to sing my praise.
And hands to do my will."
6 Thy words let happy parents hear,
And shout with joy divine —
O Saviour, all we have and are,
Be, Lord, for ever thine 1 "
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1 Thou, Lord, art light ; thy native ray,
No shade, no variation knows ;
To our dark souls thy light display,
The glory of thy face disclose.
2 Thou, Lord, art love; the fountain thou,
Whence mercy unexhausted flows ;
On barren hearts, O shed it now,
And make the desert bear the rose.
3 So shall our every power to thee
In love and holy service rise ;
Yea, body, soul, and spirit be
Thy ever-living sacrifice.
99 Z\)t S\ibfcatf>- trail.
1 O day of peace ! whose dawning ray
Smiles meekly in the eastern sky,
I love to own thy soothing sway,
While earth's vain cares and tumults die.
2 O day of joy ! thy choral strain
Sounds sweetly in the pilgrim's ear ;
The listening soul forgets its pain,
And loses all its guilty fear.
3 O day of love ! when he who died,
Removes the sinner's load of wo,
And, smiling, shows his wounded side,
Whence hope, and life, and pardon flow.
4 O day of rest ! that heavenly calm,
Wliat hallowed peace thine hours im-
part !
How often has thy healing balm
Reviv'd and sooth'd the contrite heart !
5 The shades of earth shall cloud these
eyes,
Each earth-born joy be lost, unknown ;
Yet still thy memory shall arise,
Till life's last lingering spark is flown.
100 3ngrI3 tfje #1 misters nf 6otr.
1 High on a hill of dazzling light,
The king of glory spreads his seat,
* And hosts of angels stretched for flight,
Stand waiting round his awful feet.
2 Are they not all thy servants, Lord ?
At thy command they go and come ;
With cheerful haste obey thy word,
And guard thy children to their home.
101 (Stbtnjj (Tbaiius" unto n)c JTanjcr.
Colos. i. 12.
1 All glorious God, what hymns of praise
Shall our transported voices raise !
What flaming love and zeal are due,
While heaven stands open to our view.
2 Far, far beyond these mortal shores,
A bright inheritance is ours ;
Where saints in light our coming wait,
To share their holy blissful state
3 If now made meet for heaven we shine,
Thin^ are the robes, the crownis ?hine :
May endless years their course prolong,
While " Thine the praise," is all our
song.
102 CJ>ts* £tfc a pilgrimage.
1 Arise, my soul ! on wings sublime,
Above the vanities of time ;
Remove the parting veil and see
The glories of eternity !
2 Born by a new, celestial birth,
Why should I grovel here on earth ?
Why grasp at vain and fleeting toys,
So near to heav'n'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 ?
4 To dwell with God, — to taste his love,
Is the full heaven enjoyed above ;
The glorious expectation now
Is heavenly bliss begun below.
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O'er all the earth — o'er all the sky ;
Though clouds and darkness veil his
feet,
His dwelling is the mercy-seat.
2 Immortal light — and joys unknown,
Are for the saints in darkness sown :
Those glorious seeds shall spring and
rise,
And the bright harvest bless our eyes.
3 Rejoice, ye righteous, and record
The sacred honours of the Lord ;
None but the soul that feels his grace
Can triumph in his holiness.
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Christ, whose glory fills the skies,
Christ, the true, the only light,
Sun of Righteousness, arise,
Triumph o'er the shades of night :
Day-spring from on high, be near ;
Day-star, in my heart appear.
Dark and cheerless is the morn,
Unaccompanied by thee,
Joyless is the day's return,
Till thy mercy's beams I see ;
Till they inward light impart,
Glad my eyes and warm my heart.
Visit, then, this soul of mine,
Pierce the gloom of sin and grief;
Fill me, radiant sun divine !
Scatter all my unbelief :
More and more thyself display,
Shining to the perfect day.
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i Lord, before thy throne we bend ;
Lord, to thee our eyes ascend :
Servants to our Master true,
Lo ! we yield thee homage due :
Children, to our Sire we fly !
Abba, Father, hear our cry !
2 To the dust our knees we bow,
"We are weak, but mighty thou :
Sore distress'd, yet suppliant still,
We await thy holy will ;
Bound to earth and rooted here,
Till our Saviour God appear.
3 From the heavens, thy dwelling-place,
Shed, oh shed, thy pard'ning grace ;
Turn to save us — none below,
Pause to hear our silent wee ;
Pleas'd or sad, a thoughtless throng,
Still they gaze and pass along.
4 Leave us not beneath the power
Of temptation's darkest hour :
Swift to read their captive's doom,
See our foes exulting come !
Jesus, Saviour, yet be nigh,
Lord of life, and victory.
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1 Cor. x. 4.
1 Rock of Ages ! cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee ;
Let the water and the blood,
From thy wounded side that flow'd.
Be of sin the double cure,
Cleanse me from its guilt and power.
2 Should my tears for ever flow,
Should 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 WThile I draw this fleeting breath,
Wlien mine eye -lids close in death,
WThen I rise to worlds unknown,
And behold thee on thy throne,
Rock of Ages ! cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee.
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Before thy cares are greater,
Before conies age's night :
While yet the sun shines o'er thee,
While stars the darkness cheer,
While life is all before thee,
Thy great Creator fear.
Remember thy Creator,
Before the dust returns
To earth — for 'tis its nature —
And life's last ember burns :
Before, with God who gave it,
The spirit shall appear ;
He cries, who died to save it,
Thy great Creator fear.
108 JFor a Cljrtettan iHarrtajjc.
1 The joyful scene before us
Demands a thankful song
While angels hovering o'er us,
May mingle with the throng.
How lovely, how resplendent
Must those bright regions be,
Where now they ri>e transcendent
In heavenly purity !
2 The joyful scene before us,
How faint a type of heav'n,
Where now th' angelic chorus.
Breathe soft as dewy ev'n :
Anon with rapture swelling,
Their loudest anthems raise,
While love, each bosom filling,
Pours forth its notes of praise !
The joyful scene before us
This heavenly aspect wears,
If Jesus but restore us
The image that he bears :
Tliou heavenly bridegroom hear us,
While fervently we pray ;
And be thou ever near us,
In life's bewild'ring way.
The joyful scene before us
Shall bring no blighting cares,
No perils to devour us,
If Jesus' love appears :
Then shall the happy union,
This evening we behold,
Be like that blest communion
Which tunes the harps of gold.
109 Prager anif }3 rater.
1 To thee, in youth's bright morning,
Father of all, we pray ;
While thought and fancy dawning,
Lead on the rising day ;
To thee, in life's last even,
We'll tune our feebler breath ;
Hear all our sins forgiven,
And softly sleep in death.
2 When from death's sleep we waken,
No fears shall us surprise ;
All earthly things forsaken,
What joys shall meet our eyes !
With rapture then increasing,
For ever we'll rejoice ;
All praises never-ceasing,
Shall wake each tuneful voice.
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1 Forgive my folly,
O Lord, most holy,
Cleanse me from every stain
For thee I languish,
Pity my anguish,
Nor let my sighing be vain.
2 Deeply repenting,
Sorely lamenting,
All my departures from thee ;
And now returning,
Thine absence mourning ;
Lord, show thy mercy to me.
Sinful, unworthy
Trembling before thee,
Here at thy cross will I kneel ;
Thy love once bleeding
And now interceding,
Shall with the Father prevail.
Through thy rich merit,
By thy free spirit,
Comfort my desolate soul ;
Heav'nly Physician,
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1 'Tis by the faith of joys to come,
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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.
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1 How welcome thy returning beams,
Thou fairest morn of all the seven !
Those wake to toil and earthly
schemes ; —
Thou to repose and thoughts of heaven !
2 Come let us join the goodly throng,
And pay to God our early vow ;
Repeat his praise in cheerful song,
And at his footstool humbly bow.
3 Nor with the Sabbath's parting ray,
Let us our pious zeal conclude ;
But strive to know each passing day,
Some strengthened grace or sin subdued.
4 Then we may trust a Saviour's love,
That when we've pass'd these days of
care,
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An endless sabbath we shall share.
114 CTjc Cljrtstttan JDtlgrtm.
1 Through this wide wilderness I roam,
Far distant from thy blissful home ;
My earthly joys are from me torn
And oft an absent God I mourn.
2 My soul with various tempests toss'd,
Her fairest hopes and projects cross'd,
Sees every day new straits attend,
And wonders where the scene will end.
3 Is this, dear Lord, that thorny road,
Which leads us to the mount of God ? —
Are these the toils thy people know,
While in the wilderness below ?
4 'Tis even so, thy faithful love
Doth all thy children's graces prove ;
'Tis thus our pride and self must fall,
That Jesus may be all in all.
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1 How sweetly flow'd the gospel sound,
From lips of gentleness and grace,
When list'ning thousands gath'ring
round,
The voice of Jesus fill'd the place !
2 From heaven he came — of heaven he
spoke,
To heaven he led his followers' way ;
Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke.
Unveiling one immortal day.
3 Come, wanderers, to my father's home ,
Come, all ye weary ones, and rest !
Yes, sacred Teacher, we will come,
Obey thee, love thee, and be blest.
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1 O holy, holy, holy Lord,
Bright in thy deeds aud in thy name,
For ever be thy name ador'd,
Thy glories let the world proclaim !
2 O Jesus, Lamb once crucified,
To take our load of sins away,
Thine be the hymn that rolls its tide.
Along the realms of upper day !
3 O Holy Spirit from above,
In streams of light and glory giv'n,
Thou source of extacy and love,
Thy praises ring through earth and
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4 O God triune I to thee we owe
Our every thought, our every song ;
And ever may thy praises flow
From saint and seraph's burning tongue !
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1 With kind compassion hear my cry,
O Father, Lord of life on high,
And on thy servant's drooping head,
Thy dews of blessing gently shed.
2 Whene'er I breathe the mournful sigh,
Look down with mercy's gracious eye :
My sense of sorrow for my sin,
To springing comfort change within.
3 To my faint soul refreshment give,
And raise my mind and bid me live ;
Nor let a tear mine eyes employ,
But such as owe their birth to joy.
118 jfamtlg JBeboturn.
1 O God, our Father, and our friend,
To our united prayers attend,
We would our humble homage pay
Before thy throne from day to day.
2 May this our habitation, be
A constant residence for thee ;
And may our joint devotion rise
Like holy incense to the skips.
3 We would esteem this sweet employ
Part of our business, and our joy ;
We dread the thought of living here,
Without thy worship and thy fear.
4 To us thy saving grace imj art ;
O dwell and reign in every heart ;
May we in piety and in love,
Be meeten'd for thy house above.
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1 Iv the same spirit, on thy day,
Thy waiting servant, Lord, would be :
Oh send thy spirit, nor delay
The heavenly gift 1 it comes from thee —
2 Spirit of prayer, that I may plead
Like one of wrestling Jacob's race :
Supply in mercv all my need
Of pard'ning love and strength'ning
grace —
3 Spirit of life, again to blow
Upon this languid heart of mine ;
To make my drooping graces grow,
And breathe a fragrance all divine —
4 Spirit of power, to bring again
The things which all inactive lie ;
To strengthen what may yet remain,
Though faint, and ready soon to die —
5 Spirit of hearing, to receive
The truths thy faithful servants preach,
I cannot with the heart believe,
Unless th' inspiring spirit teach —
6 Spirit of tenderness, to flow
In pity for the human race,
And pant that all the world may know,
And taste the great Redeemer's grace —
7 Spirit of zeal, to work for Him,
Who shed his precious blood for me ;
And light and easy to esteem
His blessed yoke, who set me free.
8 And O my God ! to me impart
Whate'er thy spirit doth approve ,
Descend and fill my longing heart
With light, and liberty, and love.
9 Thus, in thy spirit, on thy day,
Thy waiting servant, Lord, shall be ;
Hear, read, and meditate, and pray,
And sweet communion hold with thee.
10 Till wrapt in extacy subline,
Th' exulting spirit mount and rise ;
Eager to leave this earthly clime,
And spend the sabbath of the skies.
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To thee, my righteous King and Lord,
My grateful song I'll raise ;
From day to day thy works record,
And ever sing thy praise.
Thy greatness human thought exceeds ;
Thy glory knows no end ;
The lasting record of thy deeds,
Through ages shall descend.
Thy wondrous acts, thy power, and
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Which breathes in praise to thee.
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All shall his tender mercies find,
And all his goodness prove.
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Thy saints shall of thy glory sing,
And show the world thy ways.
121 Ojc (Sooones* of 600.
1 God, in the high and holy place,
Looks down upon the spheres ;
Yet, in his providence and grace,
To every eye appears.
2 He bows the heavens ! the mountains
stand
A highway for our God :
He walks amid the desert land !
'Tis Eden where he trod.
3 In every stream his bounty flows,
Diffusing joy and wealth ;
In every breeze his spirit blows,
The breath of life and health.
4 His blessings fall in plenteous showers
Upon the lap of earth.
That teems, with foilage, fruits, and
flowers.
And rings with infant mirth.
5 If God hath made this world so fair,
Where sin and death abound,
How beautiful beyond compare,
Will paradise be found.
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1 Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess
Thy goodness we adore ;
A spring, whose blessings never fail —
A sea without a shore !
2 Sun, moon, and stars, thy love declare
In every golden ray ;
Love draws the curtains of the night.
And love brings back the day.
3 Thy bounty every season crowns,
With all the bliss it yields ;
With joyful clusters loads the vines
With strength'ning grain, the fields.
4 But chiefly thy compassion, Lord,
Is in the gospel seen :
There, like a sun, thy mercy shines,
Without a cloud between.
5 There pardon, peace, and holy joy,
Through Jesus' name are giv'n ;
He on the cross was lifted high.
That we might reign in heaven.
123 (Slorj? anfl ©rare of (Dotr.
1 Long as I live, I'll bless thy name,
My King, my God of love ;
My work and joy shall be the same,
In the bright world above.
2 Great is the Lord ; his power unknown;
And let his praise be great ;
I'll sing the honours of thy throne,
Thy works of grace repeat.
3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue ;
And while my lips rejoice,
The men who hear my sacred song
Shall join their cheerful voice.
4 Fathers to sons shall teach thy name,
And children learn thy ways ;
Ages to come thy truth proclaim,
And nations sound thy praise.
5 The world is managed by thy hands ;
Thy saints are ruled by love ;
And thine eternal kingdom stands,
Though rocks and hills remove.
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1 Ye saints your music bring
And swell the rapt'rous sound ;
Strike every trembling string,
Till earth and heaven resound ;
The triumphs of the cross we sing,
Awake, ye saints, each joyful string.
2 The cross, the cross alone,
Subdued the powers of hell ;
Like lightning, from his throne
The prince of darkness fell ;
The triumph of the cross we sing,
Awake, ye saints, each joyful string.
3 The hand of wrath is stay'd
In its pursuit of blood ;
The cross our debt has paid.
And made our peace with God ;
The triumphs of the cross we sing,
Awake, ye saints, each joyful s'ring.
4 The cross hath power to save,
From all the foes that rise :
The cross hath made the grave
A passage to the skies :
Angels and saints its power shall sing,
Till heaven's eternal arches ring.
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O Zion, tune thy voice,
And lift thy hands on high ;
Tell all the world thy joys,
And shout salvation nigfa I
Cheerful in God I While rays divine
Arise and shine, Stream all around.
2 He gilds thy mourning face,
With beams that cannot fade
His all-resplendent grace
He pours around thy head :
The nations round I With lustre new
Thy form shall view, | Divinely crown'd.
3 In honour of his name
Reflect that sacred light,
And loud that grace proclaim
Which makes thy darkness bright ;
Pursue his praise I In worlds above
Till sovereign love | Thy glory raise.
4 There on his holy hill,
A brighter sun shall rise,
And with his radiance fill
Those fairer, purer skies :
Whileround his throne I In nobler spheres
Ten thousand stars | His influence own.
126 gafcbatf) iBorm'ncr.
1 Wei come, delightful morn,
Thou day of sacred rest
I hail thy kind return —
Lord, make these moments blest :
From the low train of mortal toys
I soar to reach immortal joys.
2 Now may the king descend,
And fill his throne of grace :
Thy sceptre, Lord, extend,
While saints address thy face :
Let sinners feel thy quickening word,
And learn to know and fear the Lord
3 Descend, celestial dove,
With all thy quick'ning powers ;
Disclose a Saviour's love,
And bless the sacred hours :
Then shall my soul new life obtain,
Nor sabbaths be indulged in \ain.
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1 God of mercy, hear our prayer
For the children thou hast giv'n,
Let them all thy blessing share,
Grace on earth and bliss in heav'n.
2 In the morning of their days
May their hearts be drawn to thee
Let them learn to lisp thy praise
In their earliest infancy.
3 Cleanse, cleanse their soul from ev'ry
stain,
Through the Saviour's precious blood,
Let them all be born again,
And be reconciled to God.
4 For this mercy, Lord, we cry ;
Bend thine ever-gracious ear ;
While on thee our souls rely,
Hear our prayer, in mercy, hear.
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128 SUfctng far Qibinc 'assistance in
teaching Cijtlarcn.
1 Lord assist us by thy grace
To instruct our infant race ;
Grant us wisdom from above,
Fill us with a Saviour's love.
2 Let us in thy peace abide,
In thy promises confide,
While our children with zeal
Learn of us to do thy will.
3 May we teach them day by day,
Tn the house and by the way,
When they rise or go to rest,
Till thy truth shall make them blest.
4 While in childhood's tender age
They unfold the sacred page,
May they see in every line,
Kindling rays of light divine.
5 Precious Saviour, hear our prayer !
We commit them to thy care ;
Be their shepherd and their guide,
Bring them to thy bleeding side.
129 igtarmng &0iig.
1 Thou that dost my life prolong,
Kindly aid my morning song ;
Thankful from my couch I rise,
To the God that rules the skies.
2 Thou didst hear my evening cry ;
Thy preserving hand was nigh ;
Peaceful slumbers thou hast shed,
Grateful to my weary head.
3 Thou hast kept me through the night;
'Twas thy hand restor'd the light.
Lord, thy mercies still are .new,
Plenteous as the morning dew
4 Still my feet are prone to stray ;
Oh ! preserve me through the day :
Dangers every where abound ;
Sins and snares beset me round.
5 Gently, with the dawning ray,
On my soul thy beams display ;
Sweeter than the smiling morn,
Let thy cheering light return.
130 Scribing strcngtf) from Cfjrifl't.
1 Son of God, thy blessing grant,
Still supply my every want,
Tree of life, thine influence shed,
With thy fruit my spirit feed.
2 Tenderest branch, alas ! ami;
Without thee, I droop and die ;
Weaker than a bruised reed,
Help I every moment need.
3 All my hopes on thee depend ;
Love me, save me, to the end !
Give me thy supporting grace,
Take the everlasting praise !
131 pftjirfm'J &tmtn.
1 Children of the heavenly King,
As ye journey, sweetly sing ;
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise !
Glorious in his works and ways.
2 Ye are travelling home to God ;
In the way the fathers trod ;
They are happy now — and ye
Soon their happiness shall see.
3 Shout, ye little flock, and blest j
You on Jesus' throne shall rest :
There your seat is now prepared —
Their your kingdom and reward.
4 Lord, obediently we'll go,
Gladly leaving all below ;
Only thou our leader be,
And we still will follow thee.
132 gon of JBabirj, fjear
1 When the heart is sad within,
Burden 'd with the weight of sin ;
When the spirit sinks with fear,
Jesus, Son of David, hear !
2 When our heads are bow'd with woe,
When our bitter tears o'erflow,
When we mourn our children dear,
Jesus, Son of David, hear 1
3 Thou our throbbing flesh hast worn,
Thou our mortal griefs hast borne,
Thou hast shed affection's tear :
Jesus, Son of David, hear !
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1 Come, O my soul, in sacred lays,
Attempt thy great Creator's praise :
But, oh, what tongue can speak his
fame !
What mortal verse can reach the theme.
2 Enthron'd amid the radiant spheres,
He glory like a garment wears ;
To form a robe of light divine,
Ten thousand suns around him shine.
3 In all our Maker's grand designs,
Omnipotence, with wisdom, shines,
His works, through all his wondrous
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Declare the glory of his name.
4 Raised on devotion's lofty wing,
Do thou, my soul, his glories sing ;
And let his praise employ thy tongue,
Till list'ning worlds shall join the song.
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Revelation xxii. 16.
1 Ye worlds of light that roll so near
The Saviour's throne of shining bliss,
Oh tell, how mean your glories are,
How faint and few compar'd with his !
2 We sing the bright and morning star,
Jesus, the source of light and love ;
His purest rays difFus'd from far,
Conduct us to the realms above.
3 'Midst gloomy darkness spread abroad,
This light directs the pilgrim's way ;
Still, as he goes, he finds the road
That leads him safe to endless day.
4 When shall we reach the glorious
height,
Where this bright star shall brightest
shine ;
Leave far behind these scenes of night,
And view the lustre all divine ?
135 & mtteitiQ mbofcrtr.
1 Indulgent God of love and power,
Be with us at this solemn hour !
Smile on our souls ; our plans approve,
By which we seek to spread thy love.
2 Let each discordant thought be gone,
And love unite our hearts in one ;
Let all we have and are combine,
To forward objects so divine.
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130 Qrltrrijt in tljc Jrrtpturcrf.
I love the sacred book of God ;
No other can its place supply :
It points me to the saints' abode,
And lifts my joyful thoughts on high.
2 Blest book ! in thee my eyes discern
The image of my absent Lord !
From thine instructive page I learn
The joys his presence will afford.
3 But while I'm here, thou shalt supply
His place, and tell me of his love.
I'll read with faith's discerning eye,
And thus partake of joys above.
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Joshua xxiv. 15.
1 May I resolve with all my heart,
With all my powers to serve the
Lord ;
Nor from his precepts e'er depart,
Whose service is a rich reward.
2 Oh, be his service all my joy !
Around let my example shine,
Till others love the blest employ,
And join in labours so divine.
3 Be this the purpose of my soul,
My solemn, my determined choice,
To yield to his supreme control,
And in his kind commands rejoice.
4 Oh, may I never faint, nor tire,
Nor wand'ring, leave his sacred ways ;
Great God accept my soul's desire,
And give me strength to love thy
praise! J ,
138 prager for Rational (feratttuto
1 Lord ! let thy goodness lead our land,
Still saved by thine Almighty hand,
The tribute of its love to bring
To thee, our Saviour, and our King.
2 Let every public temple raise
Triumphant songs of holy praise ;
Let every peaceful private home
A temple Lord to thee become.
3 Still be it our supreme delight,
To walk as in thy glorious sight ;
Still on thy precepts and thy fear,
Till life's last hour to persevere.
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139 Hcjatcmg in <Sotr.
1 O Lord ! I would delight in thee,
And on thy care depend ;
To thee in every trouble flee,
My best, my only Friend.
2 When all created streams are dried,
Thy fulness is the same ;
May I with this be satisfied,
And glory in thy name !
3 No good in creatures can be found,
But may be found in thee :
I must have all things, and abound,
While God is God to me.
4 He that has made my heav'n secure,
Will here all good provide :
While Christ is rich, can I be poor ?
What can I want beside ?
5 O Lord ! I cast my care on thee,
I triumph and adore ;
Henceforth my great concern shall be.
To love and please thee more.
140 foutl) mbttctt ta (Ifjrtet.
1 Ye hearts with youthful vigour warm,
In smiling crowds draw near ;
And turn from every mortal charm,
A Saviour's voice to hear.
2 He, Lord of all the worlds on high,
Stoops to converse with you ;
And lays his radiant glories by,
Your welfare to pursue.
3 M 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 compared with thee ?
What beauty should command my love
Like what in Christ I see ?
5 Away, ye false, delusive toys,
Vain tempters of the mind !
*Tis here I fix my lasting choice,
And here true bliss I find.
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1 Indulgent God, whose bounteous
care
O'er all thy works is shown,
Oh let my grateful praise and prayer
Arise before thy throne !
2 What mercies has this day bestow'd!
How largely hast thou blest !
My cup with plenty overflowed,
With cheerfulness my breast.
3 Now may soft slumber close myeyes,
From pain and sickness free ;
And let my waking thoughts arise,
To meditate on thee.
4 Thus bless'd each future day and
night,
Till life's vain scene is o'er ;
And then to realms of endless light,
O let my spirit soar.
142 ^albattmi.
1 Salvation ! oh, melodious sound,
To wretched, dying men !
Salvation that from God proceeds,
And leads to God again.
2 But may a poor bewilder'd soul,
Sinful and weak as mine,
Presume to raise a trembling eye,
To blessings so divine ?
3 The lustre of so bright a bliss,
My feeble heart o'erbears ;
And unbelief almost perverts
The promise into tears.
4 My Saviour God, no voice but thine,
These dying hopes can raise ;
Speak thy salvation to my soul,
And turn my praise to prayer.
143 Soyofajjg.
1 The God of mercy he ador'd,
Who calls our souls from death,
Who saves by his redeeming word,
And new-creating breath.
2 To praise the Father, and the Son,
And Spirit, all divine,
The One in Three, and Three in One,
Let saints and angels join.
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My doubting heart to thee ;
And whether cheerful or distress'd,
Thine, thine alone to be.
2 My only aim be this,
Thy purpose to fulfil,
In thee rejoice with all my strength,
And do thy holy will.
3 Lord, thy all- seeing eye
Keeps watch with jealous care;
Thy great compassion never fails;
Thou hear'st my ready prayer.
4 So will I firmly trust,
That thou wilt guide me still,
And guard me safe throughout the way
That leads to Zion's hill.
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1 Wk lift our hearts to thee,
Thou Day-star from on high ;
The sun itself is but thy shade,
Yet cheers both earth and sky.
2 Oh let thy rising beams
Dispel the shades of night ;
And let the glories of thy love,
Come like the morning light.
3 How beauteous nature now ! —
How dark and sad before ! —
With joy we view the pleasing change,
And nature's God adore.
4 May we this life improve,
To mourn for errors past ;
And live this short revolving day
As if it were our last.
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1 Thou God of sovereign grace,
In mercy now appear ;
We long to see thy smiling face,
And feel that thou art near.
2 Our children take to-day,
O Shepherd of thy flock !
And wash the stains of guilt away
Beside the smitten rock.
3 Thy saving health impart,
O comforter divine !
Now make these children pure in heart,
Make them entirely thine.
4 To-day in love descend,
Oh come this precious hour 1
In mercy now their spirits bend,
By thy resistless power.
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Lord ! I would come to thee,
A sinner all defiled ;
0 take the stain of guilt away,
And own me as thy child.
1 cannot live in sin
And feel a Saviour's love,
Thy blood can make my spirit clean ;
O write my name above !
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1 I love thy Zion, Lord !
The house of thine abode ;
The church, O blest Redeemer ! saved
With thine own precious blood.
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2 I love thy church, O God !
Her walls before thee stand,
Dear as the apple of thine eye,
And graven on thy hand.
3 If e'er to bless thy sons
My voice or hands deny ;
These hands let useful skill forsake
This voice in silence die.
4 If e'er my heart forget
Her welfare or her wo :
Let every joy this heart forsake,
And every grief o'erflow.
5 For her my tears shall fall ;
For her my prayers ascend ;
To her my cares and toils be given,
Till toils and cares shall end.
6 Beyond my highest joy
I prize her heavenly ways,
Her sweet communion, solemn vows,
Her hymns of love and praise.
149 ftletfurti at facial SHorsIjtp,
1 How charming is the place
Where my Redeemer, God,
Unveils the beauties of his face,
And sheds his love abroad !
2 Here, on the mercy-seat,
With radiant glory crown'd,
Our joyful eyes behold him sit,
And smile on all around.
3 To him their prayers and cries
Each humble soul presents ;
He listens to their broken sighs,
And grants them all their wants.
4 Give me, O Lord, a place
Within thy blest abode,
Among the children of thy grace,
The servants of my God.
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I Holy, holy, holy Lord,
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Out of darkness, at thy word,
Issued into | glorious | birtb ;
All thy works around thee stood,
And thine eye beheld them good, ||
While they sang with sweet accord, ||
Holy, | holy, | holy, | Lord !
2 Holy, holy, holy ! Thee,
One Jehovah evermore,
Father, Son, and Spirit ! — We
Dust and ashes, | would a | dore.
Lightly by the world esteem'd,
From that world by thee redeem'd, ||
Sing we here with glad accord, ||
Holy, | holy, | holy, | Lord !
Holy, holy, holy ! All
Heaven's triumphant choir shall sing,
While the ransom'd nations fall
At the | footstool . . of their | King :
Then shall saints and seraphim,
Harps and voices, swell one hymn, ||
Blending in sublime accord, ||
Holy, | holy, | holy Lord !
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1 The chariot ! the chariot ! its wheels roll in | fire,
As the Lord cometh down in the | pomp . . of his | ire ;
Self-moving it drives on its pathway of | cloud,
And the heavens with the burden of | Godhead are | bow'd.
2 The glory I the glory ! around him are | pour'd,
The myriads of angels that | wait . . on the | Lord ;
And the glorified saints, and the martyrs are | there,
And all who the palm-wreaths of | victo - ry | wear.
3 The trumpet ! the trumpet ! the dead have all | heard :
Lo, the depths of the stone -cover'd | monuments | stirr'd !
From ocean and earth, from the south pole and | north,
Lo, the vast generations of | ages . . come | forth.
4 The judgment ! the judgment ! the thrones are all | set,
Where the Lamb and the white-vested | elders . . are | met;
All flesh is at once in the sight of the | Lord,
And the doom of eternity | hangs . . on his j word.
5 O mercy ! O mercy ! look down from a | bove,
Redeemer, on us, thy sad | children . . with | love !
When beneath to their darkness the wicked are | driven,
May our justified souls find a | wel . . come in | heaven !
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consists in allowing the voice to dwell on the sound as in common singing; or rather, perhaps,
in drawling out the words in a lingering, careless, and monotonous manner: the second in an
excessive rapidity of utterance, by which the words and sense are both in a degree lost. Let
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152 Cf)e £>mnrr uxbitctf autr
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1 Hear, O sinner ! — mercy hails you,
Now with sweetest voice she calls ;
Bids you haste to seek the Saviour,
Ere the hand of justice falls ;
Hear, O sinner !
'Tis the voice of mercy calls.
2 See ! the storm of vengeance gathering
O'er the path you dare to tread ;
Hark ! the awful thunders rolling
Loud, and louder o'er your head ; —
Turn, O sinner !
Lest the lightnings strike you dead.
3 Haste ! O sinner ! to the Saviour,
Seek his mercy while you may ;
Soon the day of grace is over ;
Soon your life will pass away ;
Haste, O sinner ! —
You must perish — if you stay.
153 iHtesumaricS' JFarctorll.
1 Yes, my native land, I love thee,
All thy scenes, I love them well ;
Friends, connections, happy country
Can I bid you all farewell ?
Can I leave you,
Far in heathen lands to dwell ?
2 Home ! thy joys are passing lovely,
Joys no stranger-heart can tell !
Happy home ! 'tis sure I love thee !
Can I — can I say — farewell.
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 a last farewell ?
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 labour,
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 —
Heave my heart with warm emotion,
While I go far hence to dwell.
Glad I bid thee
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1 Fain would I leave the world below,
Of pain and sin the dark abode ;
Where shadowy joys or solid woe,
Allures, or tears me, from my God '
Doubtful and insecure of bliss,
Since faith alone confirm me his.
2 Till then, to sorrow born, I sigh,
And gasp, and languish after home '.
Upward I send my streaming eye,
Expecting, till the Bridegroom come !
Come quickly, Lord ! thy own receive ?
Now let me see thy face and live.
3 Absent from thee, my exil'd soul
Deep in a fleshly dungeon groans :
Around me clouds of darkness roll,
And lab'ring silence speaks my
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Come quickly, Lord ! thy face display,
And look my darkness into day.
4 Sorrow, and sin, and death are o'er,
If thou reverse the creature's doom :
Sad Rachael weeps her loss no more,
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1 O my soul, what means thy sadness ?
Wherefore art thou thus cast down ?
Let thy griefs be turned to gladness ;
Bid thy restless fears be gone :
Look to Jesus,
And rejoice in his dear name.
2 Though distresses now attend thee,
And thou treadst the thorny road ;
His right hand shall still defend thee,
Soon he'll bring thee home to God !
Therefore praise him —
Praise the Great Redeemer's name.
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1 When streaming from the eastern skies,
The morning light salutes my eyes,
O Sun of Righteousness divine,
On me, with beams of mercy, shine ;
Chase the dark clouds of guilt away,
And turn my darkness into day !
2 When to heaven's great & glorious king
My morning sacrifice I bring ;
And, mourning o'er my guilt and shame,
Ask mercy in my Saviour's Name,
Then, Jesus, sprinkle with thy blood,
And be my advocate with God.
3 As every day thy mercy spares
Will bring its trial and its cares,
O Saviour, till ray life shall end
Be thou my Counsellor and Friend !
Teach me thy precepts all divine ;
And be thy great example mine !
137 Ojecrflspcl gibes" peace atttt rest.
1 Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive
moan
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woe ;
Cease thy complaint — suppress thy
groan,
And let thy tears forget to flow ;
Behold the precious balm is found,
To lull thy pain, to heal thy wound.
2 Come freely, come, by sin oppressed,
Unburden here thy weighty load ;
Here find thy refuge and thy rest,
And trust the mercy of thy God :
He is thy Saviour — glorious word !
For ever, love, and praise the Lord.
138 Ecmgmg lav #?eaben.
1 Fain would I leave the world below,
Of pain and sin the dark abode ;
Where shadowy joys or solid woe,
Allures, or tears me, from my God '
Doubtful and insecure of bliss,
Since faith alone confirm me his.
2 Till then, to sorrow born, I sigh,
And gasp, and languish after home !
Upward I send my streaming eye,
Expecting, till the Bridegroom come !
Come quickly, Lord ! thy own receive?
Now let me see thy face and live.
3 Absent from thee, my exil'd soul
Deep in a fleshly dungeon groans \
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And lab'ring silence speaks my
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4 Sorrow, and sin, and death are o'er,
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Sad Rachael weeps her loss no more,
If thou the God, the Saviour come ;
Of thee possest, in thee we prove
The light, the life, the heaven of love.
159 % last Prayer. Psalm lxxiii. 26.
Isaiah xlvi. 4.
Iv a?e and feebleness extreme,
Who shall a helpless world redeem ?
Jesus ! my only hope thou art,
Strength of my failing flesh and heart !
Oh let me catch a smile from thee,
And drop into Eternity !
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When he spake and it was done.
Songs of praise awoke the morn,
When the Prince of Peace was born ;
Songs of praise arose, when he
Captive led captivity.
Heaven and earth must pass away ;
Songs of praise shall crown that day :
God will make new heavens and earth,
Songs of praise shall hail their birth.
And shall man alone be dumb
Till that glorious kingdom come ?
No ; — the church delights to raise
Psalms, and hymns, and songs of praise.
Saints below with heart and voice,
Still in songs of praise rejoice :
Learning here by faith and love,
Songs of praise to sing above.
Borne upon their latest breath
Songs of praise shall conquer death ;
Then, amidst eternal joy,
Songs of praise their powers employ.
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Hear ye not a voice from heaven,
To the listening spirit given !
Children, come ! it seems to say,
Give your hearts to me to-day.
2 Sweet as is a mother's love,
Tender as the heavenly Dove,
Thus it speaks a Saviour's charms
Thus it wins us to his arms.
3 Lord, we will remember thee,
While from pains and sorrow free ;
While our day is in its dew,
And the clouds of life are few.
4 Then when night and age appear
Thou wilt chase each doubt and fear ;
Thou our glorious Leader be,
When the stars shall fade and flee.
5 Now to thee, O Lord ! we come,
In our morning's early bloom ;
Breathe on us thy grace divine ;
Touch our hearts, and make them thine !
162 Ety SUfttrrecttan.
1 Morning breaks upon the tomo,
Jesus scatters all its gloom !
Day of triumph ! through the skies,
See the glorious Saviour rise 1
2 Ye who are of death afraid,
Triumph in the scattered shade ;
Drive your anxious cares away ;
See the place where Jesus lay.
3 Christians dry your flowing tears ;
Chase your unbelieving fears ;
Look on his deserted grave ;
Doubt no more his power to save.
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1 When any turn from Zion's way,
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" Wilt thou forsake me too ? "
2 Ah, Lord ! with such a heart as mine,
Unless thou hold me fast,
My faith will fail, I shall decline,
And prove like them at last.
3 'Tis thou alone hast power and grace,
To save a wretch like me ;
To whom then shall I turn my face,
If I depart from thee ?
4 Beyond a doubt I rest assur'd
Thou art the Christ of God;
Who hast eternal life secur'd,
By promise and by blood.
5 The help of men and angels join'd,
Could never reach my case ;
Nor can I hope relief to find,
But in thy boundless grace.
6 No voice but thine can give me rest,
And bid my fears depart ;
No love but thine can make me blest,
And satisfy my heart.
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John vi. 68.
1 To whom my Saviour shall I go,
If I depart from thee ?
My guide through all this vale of wos
And more than all to me.
2 The world reject thy gentle reign,
And pay thy death with scorn ;
Oh, they could plat thy crown again,
And sharpen every thorn.
3 But I have felt thy dying love
Breathe gently through my heart,
To whisper hope of joys above —
And can we ever part ?
4 Ah, no ; with thee I'll walk below,
My journey to the grave :
To whom, my Saviour, shall I go,
When only thou canst save ?
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Hebrews xiii. 14.
1 Our country is Immanuel's ground,
We seek that promis'd soil ;
The songs of Zion cheer our hearts,
While strangers here we toil.
2 Oft do our eyes with joy o'erflow,
And oft are bath'd in tears ;
Yet nought but heav'n our hopes can
raise,
And nought but sin our fears.
3 Our pow'rs are oft dissolv'd away,
In ecstasies of love ;
And while our bodies wander here,
Our souls are fix'd above.
4 We purge our mortal dross away,
Refining as we run :
But while we die to earth and sense,
Our heaven is here begun.
166 pieasfuretf unieen. 2 Cor. iv. 18.
Oh, could our thoughts aud wishes fly
Above these gloomy shades,
To those bright worlds beyond the sky
Which sorrow ne'er invades !
There joys, unseen by mortal eyes,
Or reason's feeble ray,
In ever-blooming prospects rise,
Unconscious of decay.
Lord, send a beam of light divine.
To guide our upper aim !
With one reviving touch of thine,
Our languid hearts inflame.
Then shall on faith's sublimest wing,
Our ardent wishes rise,
To those bright scenes, whence pleasures
spring
Immortal in the skies.
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1 Yes, there are joys that cannot die,
With God laid up in store !
Treasures, beyond the changing sky,
More bright than golden ore.
2 To that bright world my soul aspires,
With rapturous delight :
Oh for the Spirit's quick'ning powers,
To speed me in my flight !
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171 "OjD BBttO fce rsanc"
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1 Heavenly Father — sovereign Lord,
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Lord, thy mercies never fail ;
Hail, celestial goodness, hail !
2 Though unworthy, Lord, thine ear,
Deign our humble songs to hear ;
Purer praise we hope to bring,
When around thy throne we sing.
3 While on earth ordained to stay,
Guide our footsteps in thy way,
Till we come to dwell with thee,
Till we all thy glory see.
4 Then with angel -harps again
We will make a nobler strain ;
There, in joyful songs of praise,
Our triumphant voices raise.
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1 Who, O Lord, when life is o'er,
Shall to heaven's blest mansions soar
Who, an ever welcome guest,
In thy holy place shall rest ?
2 He, whose heart thy love has warm'd ;
He, whose will to thine conform'd,
Bids this life unsullied run ;
He, whose words and thoughts are
one ; —
3 He, who shuns the sinner's road,
Loving those who love their God ;
Who, with hope, and faith unfeigned,
Treads the path by thee ordained ; —
4 He, who trusts in Christ alone,
Not in aught himself hath done : —
He, great God, shall be thy care,
And thy choicest blessings share.
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1 What are these in bright array,
This innumerable throng,
Round the altar, night and day,
Hymning one triumphant song ? —
2 " Worthy is the Lamb once slain,
Blessing, honour, glory, power,
Wisdom, riches, to obtain ;
New dominion every hour !
3 These through fiery trials trod :
These from great affliction came.
Now before the throne of God,
Sealed with his Almighty name.
4 Clad in raiment pure and white,
Victor palms in every hand,
Through their dear Redeemer's might,
More than conquerors they stand.
5 Hunger, thirst, disease unknown,
On immortal fruits they feed,
Them, the Lamb amidst the throne,
Shall to living fountains lead :
6 Joy and gladness banish sighs ;
Perfect love dispels all fears ;
And for ever from their eyes,
God shall wipe away the tears.
1 While with ceaseless course the sun
Hasted through the former year,
Many souls their race have run,
Never more to meet us here.
2 Fixed in an eternal state,
They have done with all below ;
We a little longer wait ;
But how little — none can know.
3 Spared to see another year,
Let thy blessing meet us here ;
Come, thy dying work revive,
Bid thy drooping garden thrive.
4 Sun of Righteousness, arise !
Warm our hearts and bless our eyes ;
Let our prayer thy pity move
Make this year a time of love.
5 Thanks for mercies past receive,
Pardon of our sins renew ;
Teach us henceforth how to live,
With eternity in view.
6 Bless thy word to old and young,
Fill us with a Saviour's love ;
When our life's short race is run,
May we dwell with thee above.
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1 Now with one consent we sing,
Glory to our God and King :
All our hearts and voices raise,
To proclaim the Saviour's praise.
2 While in him we live and move,
He defends us by his love,
Wandering through this desert-land,
He upholds us by his hand.
3 While we see each other's face.
Gladly we unite to bless
Him that leads us by his love,
To his blissful throne above.
4 May we walk with God below,
In his likeness daily grow,
Till our joyful spirits rise
To behold him in the skies.
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Black clouds are gathering fast ;
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Thy days of mirth are past.
3 Dark brood the heavens o'er thee I
Behold the Judge appears :
Unnumber'd millions throng around,
Rais'd from the dust of years.
2 Dark brood the heavens o'er thee !
Red flames are bursting round ;
Bright lightnings flash, loud thunders
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How shakes the trembling ground I
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Why, sinner, wilt thou die ?
Dark brood the heavens, but mercy waits,
This hour to Jesus fly.
4 Dark brood the heavens o'er thee !
Soon thou wilt hear thy doom ;
Destruction opens wide for thee,
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Psalm xlvii.
1 O for a shout of sacred joy
To God the sovereign King !
Let every hind their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph sing.
2 Jesus our God ascends on high,
His heavenly guards around
Attend him rising through the sky,
With trumpet's joyful sound.
3 While angels shout and praise their
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Let all the earth his honours sing,
O'er all the earth he reigns.
4 Rehearse his praise with awe profound,
Let knowledge lead the song,
Nor mock him with a solemn sound
Upon a thoughtless tongue.
5 In Israel stood his ancient throne,
He loved that chosen race ;
But now he calls the world his own,
And heathens taste his grace.
6 The British islands are the Lord's,
There Abraham's God is known ;
While powers and princes, shields and
swords,
Submit before his throne.
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Psalm cxviii.
1 This is the day the Lord hath made,
He calls the hours his own ;
Let heaven rejoice, let earth he glad,
And praise surround the throne.
2 To-day he rose and left the dead.
And Satan's empire fell ;
To-day the saints his triumphs spread,
And all his wonders tell.
3 Hosanna to th' Anointed King,
To David's Holy Son !
Help us, O Lord ! descend and bring
Salvation from thy throne.
4 Blest be the Lord, who comes to men
With messages of grace ;
Who comes in God his Father's Name,
To save our sinful race.
5 Hosanna in the highest strains
The Church on earth can raise ;
The highest heaven in which he reigns
Shall give him nobler praise.
181 CIjc fclesisctt ^Dctctj) iu^rabni.
1 High on the heaven's majestic throne
Th' Almighty Father reign,
And sheds his glorious goodness down
On all the blissful plains.
2 Bright, like a sun, the Saviour sits,
And spreads eternal noon ;
No evenings there, nor gloomy nights
To want the feeble moon.
3 Amid those ever-shining skies
Behold the Sacred Dove,
While banish'd sin and sorrow flies
From all the realms of love.
4 The glorious tenants of the place,
Stand bending round the throne ;
And saints and seraphs sing and praise
The Infinite Three- One.
5 Oh when to us shall that great day,
That joyful hour appear,
When we shall quit our house of clay
To dwell among them there ?
182 Cekstttal ^rosqjccte.
1 Sweet glories rush upon my sight,
And charm my wond'ring eyes ;
The regions of immortal light,
The beauties of the skies !
2 All hail ! ye fair celestial shores,
Ye lands of endless day ;
Swift on my view your prospect pours,
And drives my grief away.
3 There 's a delightful clearness now —
My clouds of doubt are gone ;
Fled is my former darkness too —
My fears are all withdrawn.
4 Short is the passage — short the space
Between my home and me ;
There ! there behold the radiant place
How near the mansions be !
5 Immortal wonders ! boundless things,
In those dear worlds appear !
Prepare me, Lord, to stretch my wings,
And in those glories share.
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The tokens of thy friendly care
Begin, and close, and crown the year.
2 Supported by thy guardian hand,
Amid ten thousand deaths I stand,
And see, when I survey thy ways,
Ten thousand monuments of praise.
3 Thus far thine arm has led me on —
Thus far I make thy mercy known ;
And while I tread this desert land,
New mercies shall new songs demand.
4 My grateful voice on Jordan's shore,
Shall raise one sacred pillar more,
Then bear in thy bright courts above,
Inscriptions of immortal love.
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1 Thy presence, everlasting God,
Wide o'er all nature spreads abroad :
Thy 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, happy if we 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 in thy beloved bouse
Again to pay our grateful vows
Or, if that joy no more be known,
Give us to meet around thy throne.
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1 How welcome to our souls opprest
With earthly noise, and care and toil,
Is this returning Day of Rest,
Which hides us from the world
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2 Now, from the throng withdrawn away,
We seem to breathe a different air ;
Comj;os'd and soften'd by the day,
Another aspect all things wear.
With joy we hasten to the place
Where we our Saviour oft have met ;
And while we feast upon his grace,
Our burdens and our griefs forget.
We thank thee for thy Day, O Lord ;
And now thy promis'd presence seek :
Open thy hand with blessings stor'd,
And give us manna for the week.
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1 Oh ! for a sight — a pleasing sight
Of our Almighty Father's throne 1
There sits our Saviour, crown'd with
light,
Clothed with a body like our own.
2 Adoring saints around him stand,
And thrones and powers before him
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The God shines gracious through the
man,
And sheds bright glories on them all.
3 Oh 1 what amazing joys they feel,
While to their golden harps they sing
And echo from each heavenly hill,
The glorious triumphs of their King !
4 When shall the day, dear Lord, appear,
That I shall mount to dwell above,
And stand and bow amidst them there,
And view thy face — and sing thy love?
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1 Indulgent Lord, thy goodness reigns
Through all the wide, celestial plains ;
And thence its streams redundant flow
To cheer th' abodes of men below.
2 Through nature's works its glories
shine ;
The cares of providence are thine ;
And grace erects our ruin'd frame,
A fairer temple to thy name.
3 Oh ! 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 ;
Earth, seas, and stars, your anthems
raise,
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1 Come ye that love the Saviour's name,
And joy to make it known ;
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And bow before his throne.
2 When in his earthly courts we view
The glories of our King,
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3 And shall we long and wish in vain ?
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Thy love can raise our humble strain,
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When heaven and earth shall raise,
With all their powers, their raptured lay
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1 Fountain of mercy, God of love,
How rich thy bounties are !
The rolling seasons, as they move,
Proclaim thy constant care.
2 The spring's sweet influence, Lord,
was thine ;
The plants in beauty grew ;
Thou gav'st the summer's suns to shine,
The mild, refreshing dew.
3 These various mercies from above
Matured the swelling grain ;
A kindly harvest crowns thy love,
And plenty fills the plain.
4 We own and bless thy gracious sway ;
Thy hand all nature hails ;
Seed-time nor harvest — night nor day,
Summer nor winter fails.
190 gooratton arts ^ratee.
1 My God, my King, to thee I'll raise
My voice and all my powers ;
Unwearied songs of sacred praise
Shall fill the circling hours.
2 Thy name shall dwell upon my tongue
While suns shall set and rise,
And tune my everlasting song,
When time and nature dies.
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1 How wond'rous great — how glorious
bright
Must our Creator be !
Who dwells amidst the dazzling light
Of an eternal day !
2 Our soaring spirits upward rise
Toward his celestial throne ;
Fain would we see the blessed Three,
And the Almighty One.
3 Our reason stretches all its wings,
And mounts above the skies :
But still how far beneath thy feet
Our grovelling reason lies !
4 Lord, here we bend our humble souls,
And awfully adore ;
Thy power we feel — thy glory see
Thy mercy we implore.
5 With humble notes we raise the song,
To heaven's almighty King,
While angels tune their nobler powers,
And sweep th' immortal string.
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1 With joy we hail the sacred day,
Which God has called his own ;
WTith joy the summons we obey,
To worship at his throne.
2 Thy chosen temple, Lord, how fair !
Where willing votaries throng
To breathe the humble, fervent prayer,
And pour the choral song.
3 Spirit of grace ! oh deign to dwell
Within thy church below ;
Make her in holiness excel,
With pure devotion glow.
4 Let peace within her walls be found —
Let all her sons unite,
To spread with grateful zeal around,
Her clear and shining light.
5 Great God ! we hail the sacred day,
WThich thou hast called thine own ;
With joy the summons we obey,
To worship at thy throne.
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Once on the raging seas I rode ;
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The wind that | toss'd my | foundering | bark
Deep horror then my vitals froze,
Death- struck, I ceas'd the | tide to | stern :
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It was the | Star, the ) Star of Bethlehem !
It was my guide, my light, my all :
It made my dark fore | bodings | cease ;
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It | led me . . to the | port of | peace.
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Holy, holy, holy ! | merci. .ful and | mighty ! ||
Je | hovah ! | Father, .of e | ternity ! ||
2 Holy, holy, holy ! | all the . . saints a- | dore thee, ||
Casting down their golden | crowns a- | round the . . glassy | sea,
Cherubim and seraphim, falling | down be- | fore thee, ||
Who wast, and art. and | ever- | more shalt | be ! ||
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Though the eye of sinful man thy | glory | may not | see, ||
Only thou art holy, there is | none be . . side | thee, ||
Perfect in | power, . . in | love, and | purity. ||
4 Holy, holy, holy, | Lord . . God Al | mighty ! ||
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195 Cljere'rf a better, a fjoltcr Meat tit n)e £itg.
1 I would not live alway ! Yet 'tis not that here
There 's nothing to live for, and nothing to love ;
The cup of life's blessings, though mingled with tears,
Is crowned with rich tokens of good from above.
2 And dark though the storms of adversity rise,
Though changes dishearten, and dangers appal,
Each hath its high purpose both gracious and wise,
And a Father's kind providence rules over all.
3 I would not live alway ! because I am sure
There 's a better, a holier rest in the sky ;
And the hope that looks forth to that heavenly 6hore,
Overcomes timid nature's reluctance to die.
4 I would not live alway ! Yet 'tis not that time,
Its hopes, loves, and friendships, cares, duties, and joys,
Yield nothing exalted, or pure, or sublime,
The heart to delight, and the soul to employ.
5 No — the angels might oftentimes sinlessly dwell
Midst the innocent scenes to life's pilgrimage given ;
And though passion and folly can make earth a hell,
'T was designed as a paradise half-way to heaven.
6 I would not live alway ! And yet while I stay
In this Eden of time, 'mid these gardens of earth,
I'd enjoy the sweet flowers and fruits as I may,
And gain with their treasures whate'er they are worth.
7 I would not live alway ! yet willingly wait,
Be it longer or shorter, life's journey to roam ;
Ever ready and girded, with spirits elate,
To obey the first call that shall beckon me home.
8 O, yes ! it is better, far better, to go
Where pain, sin, and sorrow can never intrude ;
And yet I would cheerfully tarry belo w,
And, expecting the better, rejoice in the good.
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1 While my Redeemer's near
My Shepherd and my Guide,
I bid farewell to ev'ry fear :
My wants are all supplied.
2 To ever fragrant meads,
Where rich abundance grows,
His gracious hand indulgent leads,
And guards my sweet repose.
3 Dear Shepherd, if I stray,
My wand'ring feet restore;
And guard me with thy watchful eye,
And let me rove no more.
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197 Oc.itl) of a iHtutster.
1 Rest from thy labour, rest,
Soul of the just, set free ;
Blest be thy memory, and blest
Thy bright example be.
2 Faith, perseverance, zeal,
Language of light and pow'r,
Love, prompt to act and quick to feel,
Mark'd thee till life's last hour.
3 Now, toil and conflict o'er,
Go, take with saints thy place :
But go as each hath gone before,
A sinner saved by grace.
4 Lord Christ ! into thy hands
Our pastor we resign : [mands ;
And now we wait thine own com-
We are not His, but Thine.
5 Thou art thy Church's Head ;
And when thy members die,
Thou raisest others in their stead
To thee we lift our eyes.
6 On thee our hopes depend :
We gather round our Rock :
Send whom thou wilt ; but conde-
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Thyself to feed the flock.
198 ftfje Influence at tfje Spirit.
1 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 saints rejoice,
Though earthly joys decay.
3 By thine inspiring breath,
Make ev'ry cloud of care,
And e'en the gloomy vale of death,
A smile of glory wear.
4 Oh ! fill thou every heart
With love to all our race !
Great Comforter! to us impart
These blessings of thy grace.
199 3ffltctt0ii JJle^etr.
1 How tender is thy hand,
O thou beloved Lord !
Afflictions come at thy command,
And leave us at thy word.
2 How gentle was the rod
That chasten'd us for sin,
How soon we found a smiling God
Where deep distress had been.
3 A Father's hand we felt,
A Father's heart we knew ;
With tears of penitence we knelt,
And found his word was true.
4 We told him all our grief ;
We thought of Jesu's love ;
A sense of pardon brought relief,
And bade our pangs remove.
5 Now we will bless the Lord,
And in his strength confide :
For ever be his name ador'd,
For there is none beside.
200 Jfattl) uutrer iBts'cipItue.
1 Oh throw away thy rod !
Oh throw away thy wrath !
My gracious Saviour and my God
Oh ! take the gentle path.
2 Thou see'st my heart's desire
Still unto Thee is bent :
Still does my longing soul aspire
To an entire consent.
3 Not e'en a word, or look,
Do I approve or own,
But by the model of thy Book,
Thy Sacred Book alone.
4 Although I fail, I weep ;
Although I halt in pace,
Yet still with trembling steps I creep
Unto the throne of grace.
5 Oh throw away thy rod !
What though man frailties hath,
Thou art my Saviour and my God !:
Oh throw away thy wrath.
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201 CIjc Stccrptrtr (Time.
O do not let the word depart, [light ;
And close thine eyes against the
Poor sinner harden not thy heart,
Thou wouldst be saved, why not to-
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To bless thy long deluded sight ;
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Thou wouldst be saved, why not to-
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Thou wouldst be saved, why not to-
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Thou wouldst be saved, why not to-
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Who would to him their souls unite ;
Then be the work of grace begun,
Thou wouldst be saved, why not to-
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202 JHornmg #?»mn.
In sleep's serene oblivion laid,
I saiely passed the silent night ;
Again I see the breaking shade, —
I drink again the morning light.
New born I bless the waking hour ;
Once more, with awe rejoice to be ;
My conscious soul resumes her power,
And springs my guardian God to thee.
Oh ! guide me through the various maze
My doubtful feet are yet to tread,
And spread thy shield's protecting blaze,
When dangers press around my head.
A deeper shade shall soon impend,
A deeper sleep my eyes oppress ; —
Yet then thy strength shall still defend
Thy goodness still delights to bless.
That deeper shade shall break away,
That deeper sleep shall leave my
eyes,
Thy light shall give eternal day,
Thy love the rapture of the skies.
203 Cf)e $itmer SCfornrtr.
1 Say, sinner, hath a voice within,
Oft whisper'd to thy secret soul,
Urged thee to leave the ways of sin, s
And yield thy heart to God's control ?
2 Hath something met thee in the path
Of worldliness and vanity,
And pointing to the coming wrath,
And warn'd thee from that wrath to
flee?
3 Sinner, it was a heavenly voice,
It was the Spirit's gracious call ;
It bade thee make the better choice
And haste to seek in Christ thine all.
4 Spurn not the call to life and light ;
Regard in time the warning kind ;
That call thou may'st not always slight,
And yet the gate of mercy find.
5 God's Spirit will not always strive
With harden'd, self-destroying man ;
Ye, who persist his love to grieve,
May never hear his voice again.
6 Sinner — perhaps this very day
Thy last accepted time may be ;
Oh ! shouldst thou grieve him now
away,
Then hope may never beam on thee.
204 Jntcmtffcmcg Ecjjrettctr.
1 Ah ! how deceitful is this heart —
How prone to act the traitor's part :
Professing to renounce the earth,
Yet always dwelling on its worth.
2 Oh, who that heard my solemn prayer,
Would e'er suppose that sin was there ;
Or think the vows so freely made,
With such reluctance would be paid ?
3 But day by day with pain I find
Corruption active in my mind ;
And most I suffer in that hour, [power.
When least I dread the tempter's
4 O search me Lord, and try my heart,
And purify each inward part ;
Nor let iniquity prevail,
To make my prayer of no avail.
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1 Thkrk 's a refuge of peace from the tempests that beat,
From the dark clouds that threaten, the storm wind that blows,
A holy, a sweet, and a lovely retreat,
A spring of refreshment, a place of repose.
2 'Tis the house of my God, — 'tis the dwelling of prayer, —
'Tis the temple all hallowed by blessing and praise ;
If sorrow and faithlessness conquer me there,
My heart to the throne of his grace I can raise !
3 There comfort, refreshing, and teaching are found,
The communion of saints, the remembrance of thee ;
There 's something of heaven in all that 's around,
There 's something consoling in all that we see !
4 There 's something that speaks of a future of peace,
For the pilgrim a home, and a long desir'd shore ;
Where all that on earth has perplexed him shall cease,
And anguish and grief shall attack him no more.
5 For a refuge like this, O what praises are due ;
For a rest so serene, for a covert so fair ;
O why are the seasons of worship so few ?
O why are so seldom the meetings of prayer ?
206 Acquaint rtato OjpScIf fottf) ?£tm. Job xxii. 21.
1 Acquaint thyself quickly, O sinner, with God,
And joy, like the sunshine, shall beam on thy road,
And peace, like the dew-drop, shall fall on thy head,
And sleep, like an angel, shall visit thy bed.
2 Acquaint thyself quickly, O sinner, with God,
And he shall be with thee when fears are abroad ;
Thy safeguard in dangers that threaten thy path ;
Thy joy in the valley and shadow of death.
207 3nfi*l3 iHtms'tmng Jrptrttt.
1 How charming the thought that the spirits in bliss,
Should bow their bright wings to a world such as this.
And leave the sweet songs of the mansions above,
To breathe o'er our bosoms some message of love.
2 They come— on the wings of the morning, they come,
The pilgrim to waft from this stormy abode,
To convoy the stranger in peace to his home,
And lay him to rest in tie arms of his God.
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207 Jfr itvtoi MettitiQ.
1 Come let us strike our harps afresh,
To great Jehovah's name ;
Sweet be the accents of our tongues,
When we his love proclaim.
2 'Twas by his bidding we were call'd,
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 blest the goodness of the Lord,
Which to this hour we share.
4 Oh ! may the Spirit's quick'ning power
Now sauctify 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 ;
And with our Father we shall dwell,
A family of peace.
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1 Whom have we, Lord, in heaven but
thee ;
And whom on earth beside ?
Where else for succour can we flee ;
Or in whose strength confide ?
2 Thou art our portion here below,
Our promised bliss above :
Ne'er may our souls an object know,
So precious as thy love.
3 When heart and flesh, O Lord, shall fail,
Thou wilt our spirits cheer,
Support us through life's thorny vale,
And calm each anxious fear.
4 Yes — thou shalt be our guide thro' life,
And help and strength supply :
Sustain us in Death's fearful strife,
And welcome us on high.
210 Grateful iUmrntbrancc of
Cfjrtft.
1 If human kindness meets return,
And owns the grateful tie ;
If tender thoughts within us burn,
To feel a friend is nigh, —
2 Oh ! shall not warmer accents tell
The gratitude we owe,
To him who died our fears to quell,
And save from death and woe !
3 While yet in anguish, he surveyed
Those pangs he would not flee.
What love his latest words displayed-
" Meet and remember me ! "
4 Remember thee ! — thy death, thy
shame —
Our sinful hearts to share !
O memory ! leave no other name
But his recorded there !
211 Oje %Lt$\irvettian,
1 Through sorrow's night and danger's
path;
Amid the deepening gloom,
We, soldiers of an injured King,
Are marching to the tomb.
2 There, when the turmoil is no more
And all our powers decay,
Our cold remains in solitude
Shall sleep the years away.
3 Our labours done, securely laid
In this our last retreat,
Unheeded o'er our silent dust
The storms of life shall beat.
4 These ashes poor, this little dust,
Our Father's care shall keep,
Till the last angel rise and break
The long and dreary sleep.
5 Then love's soft dew o'er every eye,
Shall shed its mildest rays,
And the long silent dust shall burst
With shouts of endless praise.
3 How shall we tune our voice to sing,
Or touch our harps with skilful
hands ?
Shall hymns of joy, to God our King,
Be sung by slaves in fo: eign lands ?
4 O Salem, our once happy seat !
When I of thee forgetful prove,
Let then my trembling hand forget
The tuneful strings with art to move.
5 If I to mention thee forbear,
Eternal silence seize my tongue ;
Or if I sing one cheerful air,
Till thy deliverance is my song.
223 marfyiy of <&av m f)ia
Cemple.
1 For thee, O God ! our constant praise
In Zion waits — thy chosen seat ; —
Our promised altars there we '11 raise,
213 gtefcmfl Spiritual Mt&i\\Qii
for Cljtlonn.
1 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 children thou hast given :
Where should we go in time of need,
But to the God of Heaven ?
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 crave the Spirit's quick'ning grace,
To make them pure in heart ;
That they may stand before thy face,
And see thee as thou art.
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1 Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb,
We love to hear of thee ;
No music 's like thy charming name,
Nor half so sweet can be.
2 O let us ever hear thy voice !
In mercy to us speak,
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3 Our Jesus shall be still our theme,
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When all things else decay.
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215 QeUtcatioii to (Bats.
1 Come, let us join our souls to God,
In everlasting bands ;
And seize the blessings he bestows,
With eager hearts and hands.
2 Come, let us to his temple haste,
And seek his favour there ;
Before his footstool humbly bow,
And offer fervent prayer.
3 Come, let us share, without delay,
The covenant of his grace ;
Nor shall the years of distant life
Its memory e'er efface.
4 Oh, may our rising offspring haste
To seek their fathers' God ;
Nor e'er forsake the happy path,
Their fathers' feet have trod.
216 Ofyccllentt ai Christian Um>
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1 Spirit of peace ! celestial Dove !
How excellent thy praise !
No richer gift than Christian love
Thy gracious power displays.
2 Sweet as the dew on herb and flower,
That silently distils,
At evening's soft and balmy hour,
On Ziou's fruitful hills : —
3 So, with mild influence from above,
Shall promised grace descend,
Till universal peace and love
O'er all the earth extend.
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1 High on the heaven's majestic throne,
Th' Almighty Father reigns ;
And sheds his glorious goodness down
On all the blissful plains.
2 Bright, like a sun, the Saviour sits,
And spreads eternal noon ;
No evenings there nor gloomy nights
To want the feeble moon.
3 Amidst those ever-shining skies,
Behold the Sacred Dove,
While banish'd sin and sorrow flies
From all the realms of love.
4 The glorious tenants of the place
Stand bending round the throne ;
And saints and seraphs sing and praise
The Infinite Three One.
5 Oh when to us shall that great day,
That joyful hour appear,
When we shall quit our house of clay,
To dwell among them there.
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5 If I to mention thee forbear,
Eternal silence seize my tongue ;
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2 O thou, who to our humble prayer
Didst always bend thy list'ning ear !
To thee shall all mankind repair,
And at thy gracious throne appear.
3 How blessed the man, who near thee
placed,
219 Cfje Qeltflfjt of marfyip.
1 How lovely are thy dwellings, Lord !
From noise and trouble free !
How beautiful the sweet accord,
Of souls that pray to thee !
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220 Clje ^rasfpcct of &rabcn.
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1 O Zion ! when \ think on thee,
I wish for pinions like the dove,
And mourn to think that I should be
So distant from the place 1 love.
2 A captive here and far from home,
For Zion's sacred walls I sigh ;
Thither the ransom'd nations come,
And see the Saviour eye to eye.
3 While here, I walk on hostile ground :
The few that I can call my friends,
Are, like myself, with fetters bound,
And weariness our steps attends.
4 But we shall yet behold the day,
When Zion's children shall return :
Our sorrows then shall flee away,
And we shall never, never mourn.
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In Zion soon we all shall meet.
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1 Why, on the bending willows hung,
Israel ! still sleeps thy tuneful string ?
Still mute remains thy sullen tongue,
And Zion's song denies to sing ?
2 Awake ! — thy sweetest raptures raise ;
Let harp and voice unite their strains :
Thy promised King his sceptre sways ;
Jesus, thine own Messiah reigns !
3 No taunting foes the song require :
No strangers mock thy captive chain!
But friends provoke the silent lyre,
And brethren ask the holy strain.
4 Nor fear thy Salem's hills to wrong,
If other lands thy triumph share,
A heavenly city claims thy song,
A brighter Salem rises there.
5 By foreign streams no longer roam ;
Nor, weeping, think of Jordan's
flood:
In every clime behold a home,
In every temple see thy God.
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1 When we, our wearied limbs to rest,
Sat down by proud Euphrates'
stream, [pressed, —
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And Zion was our mournful theme.
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Were wont their tuneful parts to bear,
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Be sung by slaves in foreign lands ?
4 O Salem, our once happy seat 1
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The tuneful strings with art to move.
5 If I to mention thee forbear,
Eternal silence seize my tongue ;
Or if I sing one cheerful air,
Till thy deliverance is my song.
223 mortfijlp of <&otr m fjisl
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1 For thee, O God ! our constant praise
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Our promised altars there we '11 raise,
And there our zealous vows complete.
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Didst always bend thy list'ning ear !
To thee shall all mankind repair,
And at thy gracious throne appear.
3 How blessed the man, who near thee
placed,
Within thy heavenly dwelling lives ;
While we, at humbler distance, taste
The vast delight thy temple gives.
224 pragcr of tfje &geo (Cljrtettan.
1 Beloved Saviour ! let not me
In thy kind heart forgotten be !
Of all that deck the field or bower,
Thou art the sweetest, fairest flower !
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Beloved Saviour ! let not me
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1 Lord of mercy and of might !
Of mankind the life and light !
Maker, Teacher infinite !
Jesus ! hear and save !
2 Who, when sin's tremendous doom
Gave creation to the tomb,
Didst not scorn the Virgin's womb,
Jesus ! hear and save !
3 Mighty monarch ! Saviour mild !
Humbled to a mortal child,
Captive, beaten, bound, reviled,
Jesus ! hear and save !
4 Throned above celestial things,
Borne aloft on angels' wings,
Lord of lords, and King of kings !
Jesus ! hear and save !
5 Who shalt yet return from high.
Robed in might and majesty,
Hear us ! help us when we cry !
Jesus ! hear and save !
6 Lord of mercy and of might !
Of mankind the life and light !
Maker, Teacher infinite !
Jesus ! hear and save !
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226 On tf)C fflratl) of a JTcmalc.
1 Dearest sister, thou hast left us,
Here thy loss we deeply feel ;
But 'tis God that hath bereft us,
He can all our sorrows heal.
2 Peaceful be thy silent slumber,
Peaceful in the grave so low ;
Thou no more wilt join our number,
Thou no more our songs shalt know.
3 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.
227 jHnurmnfl abtv EnflfocIItng Juu.
1 God of mercy — God of grace !
Hear our sad, repentant songs,
Oh ! restore thy suppliant race,
Thou, to whom our praise belongs !
2 Deep regret for follies past,
Talents wasted — time misspent ;
Hearts debased by worldly cares,
Thankless for the blessings lent, —
3 Foolish fears, and fond desires,
Vain regrets for things as vain*,
Lips too seldom taught to praise,
Oft to murmur and complain ;-—
4 These and every secret fault,
Fill'd with grief and shame, we own
Humbled at thy feet we lie,
Seeking pardon from my throne !
228 Co-taro if wc intll fjcar feii ISaitc.
1 Sinners hear the living word ;
Sinners bow before the Lord ;
Seek his face without delay,
Seek him while it yet is day.
2 Floods of wrath are swelling high,
Storms of vengeance lowering nigh
Fierce destruction waits our stay,
Seek him while it yet is day.
3 Shades of night are falling fast,
Day of grace will soon be past,
Jesus calls you — while you may
Seek him, for it yet is day. —
4 Ah, the day of grace may close
Ere thy rebel spirit bows —
Then thy schemes for ever cross'd
Heaven, and Christ, and soul are lost.
229 GTfje Cljrtj-jttan iBtlgrtm.
1 Pilgrim burden'd with thy sin,
Haste to Zion's gate to-day ;
There, 'till mercy let thee in,
Knock, andweep, and watch and pray
2 Knock — for mercy lends an ear ;
Weep — she marks the sinners sigh ;
Watch — 'till heavenly light appear ;
Pray — she hears the mourner's cry.
3 Mourning pilgrim ! what for thee
In this world can now remain ?
Seek that world from which shall flee
Sorrow, shame, and tears, and pain.
4 Sorrow — shall for ever fly ;
Shame — shall never enter there ;
Tears — be wip'd from every eye,
Pain — in endless bliss expire.
230 jTuIliatf of Chrtet.
1 Bleeding hearts defiled by sin,
Jesus Christ can make you clean »
Contrite souls with guilt oppress'd,
Jesus Christ can give you rest.
2 You that mourn o'er follies past,
Precious hours and years laid waste ;
Turn to God, O turn and live,
Jesus Christ can still forgive.
3 You that oft have wander'd far
From the light of Bethlehem's star,
Trembling, now your steps retrace,
Jesus Christ is full of grace.
4 Souls benighted and forlorn,
Griev'd, afflicted, tempest worn,
Now in Israel's Rock confide,
Jesus Christ for man has died.
5 Fainting souls in peril's hour,
Yield not to the tempter's pow'r ;
On the risen Lord rely,
Jesus Christ now reigns on high.
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We could not fly to Thee !
2 The friends, who in our sunshine live,
When winter comes are flown ;
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We never saw by day.
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232 Bearing rfjc Crntfa.
1 Didst thou, dear Jesus, suffer shame,
And bear the cross for me ?
And shall I fear to own thy name,
Or thy disciple be ?
2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should dread
To suffer shame or loss ;
Oh let me in thy footsteps tread,
And glory in thy cross.
3 Inspire my soul with life divine,
And holy courage bold ;
Let knowledge, faith, and meekness
shine,
Nor love, nor zeal, grow cold.
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1 Father of mercies ! send thy grace,
All powerful, from above :
To form in our obedient souls,
The image of thy love.
2 Oh, may our sympathising breasts,
That generous pleasure know,
Freely to share in others' joy,
And weep for others' woe !
3 Whene'er the helpless sons of grief
In low distress are laid,
Soft be our hearts their praise to feel,
And swift our hands to aid.
4 So Jesus look'd on dying man,
When thron'd above the skies ;
And, midst the glories of his state,
Felt his compassion rise.
5 On wings of love the Saviour flew
To raise us from the ground ;
And shed the richest of his blood
A balm for every wound.
234 gztrtt 23CuOtuJU. Ps. cxix. 164.
1 Far from the world, O Lord, I flee,
From strife and tumult far ;
From scenes where Satan wages still
His most successful war.
2 The calm retreat, the silent shade,
With prayer and praise agree ;
And seem, by thy sweet bounty made
For those who follow thee.
3 There, if thy spirit touch the soul,
And grace her mean abode,
Oh! with what peace, and joy, and love,
She communes with her God.
4 Then, like the nightingale, she pours
Her solitary lays ;
Nor asks a witness of her song,
Nor thirsts for human praise.
5 Author and guardian of my life,
Sweet source of light divine ;
And all-harmonious names in one —
Blest Saviour, thou art mine.
6 What thanks I owe thee, and what
love;
And praise, a boundless store,
Shall echo through thy realms above,
When time shall be no more.
235 (Sfltf t'£ ftauC. 1 John iv. 8, 16.
1 Amid the splendour of thy state,
O God, thy love appears,
Soft as the radiance of the moon
Among a thousand stars.
2 In all thy doctrines and commands,
Thy counsels and designs,
In every work thy hands have framed
Thy love supremely shines.
3 Sinai in clouds, and smoke, and fire,
Thunders thine awful name ;
But Zion sings in melting notes,
The honours of the Lamb.
ft Angels and men the news proclaim
Through earth and heaven above
And all with holy transport sing,
That God th^ Lord is love.
236 (SyztUtntt of Cfjrtet.
1 Jesus, thou fairest, dearest one,
What beauties thee adorn !
Far brighter than the noon-day sun,
Or star that gilds the morn.
2 The joy of all the saints above,
And hope of all below ;
O may I taste thy richest love,
And thine endearments know.
3 Here let me fix my wandering eyes,
And all thy glories trace ;
Till in the world of endless joys,
I rise to thine embrace.
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SPHOR. S. M.
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237 Cfje g>0ul mate fax ears.
1 Oh, where shall rest be found,
Rest for the weary soul ?
'Twere vain the ocean's depths to sound,
Or pierce to either pole.
2 The world can never give
The bliss for which we sigh ;
'Tis not the whole of life to live,
Nor all of death to die.
3 Beyond this vale of tears,
There is a life above ;
Unmeasured by the flight of years,
And all that life is love.
4 There is a death , whose pang
Outlasts the fleeting breath :
Oh, what eternal horrors hang
Around " the second death ! "
5 Lord God of truth and grace !
Teach us that death to shun ;
Lest we be driven from thy face,
For evermore undone.
6 Here would we end our quest :
Alone are found in Thee
The life of perfect love — the rest
Of immortality.
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129
238 Cf)c ^ccnptro (Time.
1 Now is the accepted time,
Now is the day of grace,
Now sinners come without delay,
And seek the Saviour's face
2 Now is the accepted time,
The Saviour calls to-day ;
To-morrow it may be too late —
Then why should you delay ?
3 Now is the accepted time,
The Gospel bids you come ;
And every promise in his word
Declares there yet is room.
4 Lord draw reluctant souls,
To seek a Father's love ;
Then shall attendant angels bear,
The joyful news above.
239 En Jbttfcnc&S. 7«- *• 5-
1 Before thy footstool kneeling,
To thee, O Lord, we cry ;
While for thy gift of healing
We raise our voice on high.
2 Diseases and afflictions
Thy ready servants are ;
Chastisements and corrections
To quicken us to prayer.
3 We own our guilt and folly,
But thou can'st still forgive ;
And thou, most High and Holy,
Canst bid the sick revive.
4 Though now cast down in sorrow,
In darkness and distress,
Joy may return to-morrow,
Through thy restoring grace.
5 As suppliants now before thee,
In thy great name we plead ;
Physician, we adore thee,
And trembling ask thine aid.
6 Before thy footstool kneeling,
To thee — to thee we cry :
Send down thy gift of healing,
On thee our souls rely.
240 En ni|) Jfatljrr'g &ouac arc maun
#?lail5>tOn£. John xiv. 2.
1 This world of sin and death,
Is not to be our home ;
No — by the light of precious faith,
We seek a world to come.
2 Jesus is gone before,
And shows our feet the way ;
His death has made an open door
To everlasting day.
3 Our load of earthly care,
Temptation, grief, and pain,
Will never find admittance there,
Or break our peace again.
4 We may behold the tomb,
And songs of victory sing ;
For death itself has lost its gloom,
Since Christ destroy'd its sting !
5 Oh ! may we walk by faith,
'Till hence our souls remove ;
Then by its light rejoice in death,
And find our home above.
241 ^Benefits* of affliction.
Ps. cxix. 67.
1 How tender is thy hand,
O thou beloved Lord !
Afflictions come at thy command,
And leave us at thy word.
2 How gentle was the rod
That chastened us for sin !
How soon we found a smiling God,
Where deep distress had been.
3 A Father's hand we felt ;
A Father's heart we know ;
'Mid tears of penitence we knelt,
And found his word was true.
4 We told him all our grief ;
We thought of Jesu's love ;
A sense of pardon brought relief,
And bade our pangs remove.
5 Now we will bless the Lord,
And in his strength confide :
For ever be his name ador'd,
For there is none beside.
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With the joy of sin forgiven.
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All the words of life to hear,
Bending low at Jesu's feet,
Worshipping with godly fear.
3 Let the world and all its cares,
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Let the tempter and his snares,
Cease to hinder or molest.
4 Precious Sabbath of the Lord,
Fairest type of heav'n above,
Purest joy thy scenes afford
To the heart that 's tun'd to love.
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243 SnbitatiDu to tljc firmer.
1 Tis the day of grace and love,
Mercy hails you from above ;
Whither, sinner, would you stray ?
Come to Jesus while you may.
2 Days and years have run to waste,
Life escapes with ceaseless haste ;
Wherefore, sinner, would you stay ?
Come to Jesus while you may.
3 Look around, the world will fade,
All by mortal eye surveyed —
Sinner, these will soon decay :
Come to Jesus while you may.
4 There 's a day ; 'tis on the wing,
Awful tidings it may bring :
Sinner, if you dread that day,
Come to Jesus while you may.
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Matt. xi. 13.
1 Come ! said Jesu's sacred voice,
Come and make my paths your choice :
I will guide you to your home ;
Weary pilgrims hither come.
2 Hither come, for here is found
Balm for every bleeding wound,
Peace which ever shall endure,
Rest eternal — sacred — sure '.
3 Ye who, houseless, sole, forlorn,
Long have borne the world's proud scorn,
Long have roam'd the barren waste,
Weary pilgrims ! hither haste.
4 Ye who, toss'd on beds of pain,
Seek for ease, but seek in vain —
Ye, whose swoll'n ani sleepless eyes
Watch to see the morning rise —
5 Ye, by fiercer anguish torn,
In remorse for guilt who mourn,
Here repose your heavy care :
Who can a wounded spirit bear ?
245 (Hie C&ree jHouutamtf.
When on Sinai's top I see
God descend in majesty,
To proclaim his holy law,
All my spirit sinks with awe.
When, in ecstacy sublime,
Tabor's glorious height I climb,
In the too transporting light,
Darkness rushes o'er my sight.
When on Calvary I rest,
God in flesh made manifest
Shines in my Redeemer's face,
Full of beauty, truth, and grace.
Here I would for ever stay,
Weep and gaze my soul away :
Thou art heaven on earth to me,
Lovely, mournful Calvary.
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1 Suppliant, lo ! thy children bend,
Father, for thy blessing now ;
Thou canst teach us, guide, defend
We are weak, almighty thou.
2 With the peace thy word imparts.
Be the taught and teacher blest ;
In our lives and in our hearts,
Father, be thy laws imprest.
3 Pour into each longing mind
Litlht and pardon from above ;
Charity for all our kind, —
Trusting faith, and holy love.
6 Hither come, for here is found
Balm for every bleeding wound,
Peace which ever shall endure,
Rest eternal — sacred — sure !
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His truth proclaim.
Heirs of a blest abode,
Point to the Lamb of God
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Tell of a Saviour's love,
Tell of a heav'n above,
Time's fleeting hours improve,
Ere life shall wane.
Heralds of life and peace,
Let not your labours cease,
Faint not in prayer ;
Still at the throne of grace
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And may heaven's smiling face
Visit you there.
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2 'Tis here, creation's king proclaims his law :
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'Tis here, is heard the cheering gospel's voice :
'Tis here, that men in mercy's smiles rejoice.
3 Within this sacred house of prayer and praise,
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And sadden'd step, assemble here,
To bear these cold yet lov'd remains,
Where dark and cheerless silence reigns,
Your sorrows hush, your griefs dispel,
The Saviour lives — all, all is well !
2 Let unbelief, lament, or frown,
To see so fair a flower cut down ;
But Faith shall still direct her eye,
Amidst her tears, to yonder sky,
And on this firm assurance dwell,
The Saviour lives, and all is well.
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And pale that cheek, and chill that
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The Saviour lives— all, all is well !
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" The Saviour lives — all, all is well ! "
252 Qfan) of an Infant Sautter.
1 And is the lovely shadow fled,
The blooming wonder of her years !
So soon enshrin'd among the dead,
She justly claims our pious tears,
Who, to those heavenly spirits join'd,
Hath left a wretched world behind.
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To glorious company above,
Bright angels and the God of love !
3 '* Oh praise him, and rejoice for me
So happy, happy in my God 1
So soon from all my pains set free—
And hasten to that blest abode :
With swift desire my steps pursue,
And take the prize prepared for you.
4 " Meet am I for the free reward,
The free reward I know is mine !
Come, O my great Redeeming Lord,
Open those loving arms of thine,
And take me up thy face to see,
And let me die to live with thee ! "
5 The prayer is heard ! the soul is fled !
She sees her Saviour face to face :
But still she speaks to us though dead,
She calls us to that heavenly place,
When all the storms of life are o'er,
And pain and parting are no more.
253 Scat!) at an Infant &an.
1 Dead ! dead ! the child I lov'd so well;
Transported to the world above !
I need no more my heart conceal ;
I never dar'd indulge my love :
But may I not indulge my grief,
And seek in tears a sad relief?
2 But hath not He who first bestow'd,
A right to take his gifts away ?
I bow me to the sovereign God,
Who snatch'd him from the evil day !
Yet nature will repeat her moan,
And fondly cry, " My son, my son! "
3 Turn from him, turn, officious thought,
Officious thought presents again
The thousand little acts he wrought,
Which wound my heart with sooth-
ing pain :
His looks, his winning gestures rise —
His waving hands, and laughing eyes ?
4 Thosewavinghandsnomore shallmove,
Those laughing eyes shall smile no
more ;
He cannot now engage our love —
With sweet insinuating power,
Our weak unguarded hearts ensnare.
And rival his Creator there.
5 From us as we from him, secure ;
Caught to his heavenly Father's
breast ;
He waits, till we the bliss insure —
From all these stormy sorrows rest,
And see him with the angels stand,
To waft and welcome us to land.
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1 Thou art gone to the grave ! but we will not deplore thee
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Thy Saviour has passed through its portals before thee,
And the lamp of His love is thy guide through the gloom !
2 Thou art gone to the grave ! we no longer behold thee,
Nor tread the rough path of the world by thy side ;
But the wide arms of Mercy are spread to enfold thee,
And sinners may die, for the stnlkss has died.
3 Thou art gone to the grave ! and, its mansions forsaking,
Perchance thy weak spirit in fear linger'd long ;
But the mild rays of Paradise beam'd on thy waking,
And the sound which thou heard'st was the Seraphim's song !
4 Thou art gone to the grave ! but we will not deplore thee,
Whose God was thy ransom, thy guardian, and guide ;
He gave thee, he took thee, and he will restore thee,
And Death has no sting, for the Saviour has died !
255 Ojc Zamh fotttjaut Crrror.
1 Oh why, ye redeemed, should the breath of the tomb,
Though ever so humid and cold it arise,
The heart of the Christian distress with its gloom ? —
The Christian, — a child and an heir of the skies.
2 'Tis true that the grave is a dreary abode,
Where darkness, and silence, and solitude reign ;
Where time and the worm shall these bodies corrode,
And nought but its dust shall of beauty remain.
3 But lo, the freed spirit ! see, upwards she bends,
Her seraph wing'd flight when the struggle is o'er ;
And while the pale form into darkness descends,
She walks the bright fields on eternity's shore.
4 Then why, ye redeemed, should the breath of the tomb,
Though ever so humid and cold it arise,
The heart of the Christian distress with its gloom ?—
The Christian, — a child and an heir of the skies I
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1 Let thy grace, Lord, make me lowly ;
Humble all my swelling pride :
Fallen, guilty, and unholy,
Greatness from my eyes I'll hide.
2 I'll forbid my vain aspiring,
Nor at earthly pleasures aim ;
No ambitious heights desiring,
Far above my humble claim.
3 As the weaned child repining,
Weeps upon the mother's breast,
Then, its hopes and griefs resigning,
Smiles, and yields, and sinks to rest .-
4 So my soul, the conflict stronger,
Shall at last to thee submit,
Thee, my God, resist no longer,
Own thy will, and patient sit.
5 Wean'd from earth's vexatious pleasures
In thy love I'll seek for mine ;
Placed in heaven my noble treasures,
Earth I quietly resign.
6 Israel, thus the world despising,
On the Lord alone rely ;
Then from Him thy joys arising,
Like Himself shall never die.
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1 Saviour hast thou fled for ever,
From my tempest riven breast ?
Will thy gracious Spirit never
Come and cheer my breast ?
2 Long, dear Lord, in silent sorrow,
I have sighed to taste thy love ;
Hoping on some sweet to-morrow,
Thou would'st all my guilt remove.
3 Peace, my soul, thy Saviour hears thee,
He will chase thy fears away ;
'Tis his gracious presence cheers thee,
Turning darkness into day.
4 Precious Saviour have I found thee ?
Wilt thou then my portion be ?
Spread thy sheltering arms around me,
Let me lean alone on thee.
5 Through this world so dark and dreary,
Be my constant friend and guide ;
Hungry, thirsty, faint and weary,
Keep me ever near thy side.
6 Blessed be his name for ever,
For his pardoning grace to me ;
Sinners doubt his promise never
Jesus' love is full and free.
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1 Lord with glowing heart I'd praise thee,
For the bliss thy love bestows ;
For the pard'ning grace that saves me,
And the peace that from it flows :
2 Help, O God, my weak endeavour,
This dull soul to rapture raise :
Thou must light the flame or never
Can my soul be warm'd to praise.
3 Praise my soul the God that sought thee,
Wretched wanderer, far astray ;
Found thee lost and kindly brought thee
From the paths of death away :
4 Praise with love's devoutest feeling,
Him who saw thy guilt-born fear,
And the light of hope revealing,
Bade the blood-stain 'd cross appear.
5 Lord, this bosom's ardent feeling,
Vainly would my lips express ;
Low before my footstool kneeling,
Deign thy suppliant's prayer to bless.
259 iHormnfl antt OZbtninQ
1 When my voice at morn or even,
Seeks, O Lord, thy gracious ear —
Let the incense waft to heaven,
Hear the vow — accept the tear.
2 Oh ! from fault and hourly weakness,
Guard me first, and then forgive ;
Saviour, let thy love and meekness
Clothe my spirit while I live.
3 Eve to eve, and morn to morning,
Heaven and earth shall thus display,
Till I change, at thy sweet warning,
Heaven for earth, and night for day.
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1 Onward, onward, men of heaven I
Bear the gospel banner high :
Rest not till its light is given,
Star of every Pagan sky.
2 Send it where the pilgrim stranger
Faints 'neath Asia's vertic ray ;
Bid the red brow'd forest ranger
Hail it ere it fades away.
3 Where the arctic ocean thunders,
Where the tropics fiercely glow ;
Broadly spread its page of wonders,
Brightly bids its radiance flow.
4 India marks its lustre stealing ;
Shivering Greenland loves its rays ;
Afric, 'mid her deserts kneeling,
Lifts the untaught strain of praise.
5 Rude in speech, or grim in feature,
Dark in spirit though they be,
Show that light to every creature,
Prince or vassal, bond or free.
6 Lo ! they haste to every nation ;
Hosts on hosts, the ranks supply ;
Onward ! Christ is your salvation,
And your death is victory.
2fil ftmzlsittian.
1 May the grace of Christ our Saviour,
And the Father's boundless love,
With the Holy Spirit's favour,
Rest upon us from above.
2 Thus may we abide in union,
With each other and the Lord,
And possess, in sweet communion,
Joys which earth cannot afford.
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1 Drooping souls, no longer mourn,
Jesus still is precious :
If to him you now return,
Heav'n will be propitious.
Jesus now is passing by,
Calling wand'rers near him .
Drooping souls, you need not die ;
Go to him and hear him.
2 He has pardons, full and free,
Drooping souls to gladden ;
Still he cries, " Come unto me,
Weary, heavy, laden."
Tho' your sins like mountains high
Rise, and reach to heaven ;
Soon as you on him rely,
All shall be forgiven.
3 Precious is the Saviour's name,
All his saints adore him ;
He to save the dying came,
Prostrate, bow before him.
Wand'ring sinners, now return :
Contrite souls, believe him !
Jesus calis you ; cease to mourn :
Worship him ; receive him.
263 C0nbtctt0ii.
Dying souls, fast bound in sin,
Trembling and repining, —
With no ray of light divine
On your pathway shining,
Why in darkness wander on,
Filled with consternation ?
Jesus lives : in him alone
Can you find salvation.
Worthless all your righteousness ;
You the law have broken .
Flee you then to sovereign grace !
Mercy thus hath spoken.
Why in deeds that you have done
Seek for consolation ?
Jesus lives : in him alone
Can you find salvation.
Guilty, helpless, and distress'd,
Ruined and despairing, —
Toiling for deceitful rest,
Rebel, heaven -daring !
Prostrate bow before the throne ;
Take the lowest station ;
Jesus lives : in him alone
Can you find salvation.
[Prostrate bow ; confess your guilt ;
Own your lost condition ;
Yield to him, whose blood was spilt.
Unreserved submission ;
Then no more in anguish groan :
Seek his mediation !
Jesus lives : in Him alone
Can you find salvation.]
Linger not on all the plain ;
Vengeance is pursuing :
'Mid the dying and the slain,
Save your souls from ruin.
Flee to Him who can atone,
Flee from condemnation !
Jesus lives : in Him alone
Can you find salvation.
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Where in peace the still waters are flowing.
2 He strengthens my spirit, he shows me the path,
Where the arms of his love shall enfold me ;
And when I walk through the dark valley of death,
His rod and his staff will uphold me !
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1 O tkll me, thou life and delight of my soul,
Where the flock of thy pasture are feeding :
I seek thy protection, I need thy control ;
I would go where my Shepherd is leading.
2 Oh, tell me the place where thy flock are at rest,
Where the noontide will find them reposing ?
The tempest now rages, my soul is distrest,
And the pathway of peace I am losing.
3 Oh, why should I stray with the flocks of thy foes,
'Mid the desert where now they are roving,
Where hunger and thirst, where afflictions and woes,
And temptations their ruin are proving ?
4 Oh, when shall my woes and my wanderings cease ?
And the follies that fill me with weeping !
Thou Shepherd of Israel ! restore me that peace
Thou dost give to the flock thou art keeping.
5 A voice from the Shepherd now bids thee return,
By the way where the foot-prints are lying :
No longer to wander, no longer to mourn ;
O, fair one ! now homeward be flying !
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1 The gloom of the night adds a charm to the morn.
Stern winter the spring-time endears ;
And the darker the cloud on which it is drawn,
The brighter the rainbow appears.
2 So trials and sorrows the Christian prepare,
For the rest that remaineth above ;
On earth tribulation awaits him, but there
The smile of unchangeable love,
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1 Ye mighty rulers of the land,
Give praise and glory to the Lord ;
Ami while before his throne ye stand,
His great and powerful deeds record.
2 Oh render unto God above
The honours which to him belong ;
And in the temple of his love
Let worship Mow from every tongue.
3 His voice is heard the earth around,
When through the heav'ns his thunders
roll,
The troubled ocean hears the sound,
And yields itself to his control.
4 God on the floods has fix'd his throne,
For ever shall his reign endure ;
His chosen ones his praise make known,
His peace shall bless them evermore.
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1 We praise, we worship thee, O God !
Thy sov'reign pow'r we sound abroad —
All nations bow before thy throne,
And thee the great Jehovah own.
2 Loud hallelujahs to thy name,
Angels and seraphim proclaim :
By all the pow'rs and thrones in heav'n,
Eternal praise to thee is given.
3 O holy, holy, holy Lord !
Thou God of Hosts, by all ador'd,
Earth and the heav'ns are full of thee,
1'hy light, thy pow'r, thy majesty.
4 Apostles join the glorious throng,
And swell the loud triumphant song :
Prophets and martyrs hear the sound,
And spread the hallelujah round.
5 Glory to thee, O God most high,
Father we praise thy majesty :
The Son, the Spirit, we adore,
One Godhead, blest for evermore.
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1 Tell, Gospel, tell thy news to man :
Thy stream of life o'er deserts roll ;
O let thy bonds the wide earth span,
And brethren make from pole to pole.
2" Tread, Gospel, thro' the nations tread,
With every virtue in thy train :
Be all to thy blest freedom led,
And Christ the liberator reign.
3 Spread, Gospel, spread thy growing
Wings,
Gather the host from every land ;
Oh call them to the King of kings —
Proclaim them his — 'tis Christ's com-
mand !
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1 He lives — the everlasting God,
Who built the world — who spread the
flood ;
The heavens, with all their host, he
made,
And the dark regions of the dead.
2 He guides our feet, he guards our way
His morning smiles adorn the way ;
He spreads the evening veil, and keep
The silent hours, while Israel sleeps.
3 Israel — a name divinely blest,
May rise secure — securely rest :
Thy holy Guardian's wakeful eyes
Admit no slumber or surprise.
4 Long as I live I '11 trust his power ;
Then in my last, departing hour,
Angels, that trace the airy road,
Shall bear me homeward to my God.
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1 Lord of the Sabbath and its light :
1 hail thy hallowed day of rest ;
It is my weary soul's delight,
The solace of my care-worn breast.
2 Its dewy morn, its glowing noon,
Its tranquil eve, its solemn night,
Pass sweetly ; but they pass too soon,
And leave me sadden'd at their flight.
3 Yet, sweetly as they glide along,
And hallowed though the calm they
yield,
Transporting though their rapturous
song,
And heavenly visions seem reveal'd.
4 My soul is desolate and drear,
My silent harp untun'd remains,
Unless, my Saviour, thou art near,
To heal my wounds and soothe my
pains.
5 O, Jesus, ever let me hail
Thy presence with thy day of rest,
Then will thy servant never fail
To deem thy Sabbath doubly blest.
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Matt. xvii. 4.
1 Away, ye dreams of mortal joy !
Raptures divine my thoughts employ ;
I see the King of glory shine ;
And feel his love, and call him mine.
2 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,"
3 Yet still our elevated eyes
To nobler visions long to rise ;
That grand assembly would we join,
Where all thy saints around thee shine.
4 That mount, how bright ! those forms,
how fair !
'T is good to dwell for ever there :
Come, death, dear envoy of our God,
To bear us to that bless'd abode.
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1 O happy saints, who dwell in light,
And walk with Jesus clothed in white
Safe landed on that peaceful shore,
Where pilgrims meet to part no more.
2 Released from sin, and toil, and grief,
Death was their gate to endless life ;
An opened cage to let them fly,
And build their happy nest on high.
3 And now they range the heavenlyplains,
And sing their hymnsin melting strains.
And now their souls begin to prove
The heights and depths of Jesus' love.
4 He cheers them with eternal smile,
They sing hosannahs all the while ;
Or, overwhelmed with rapture sweet,
Sink down adoring at his feet.
5 Ah ! Lord, with tardy steps I creep,
And sometimes sing, and sometimes
weep ;
Yet strip me of this house of clay,
And I will sing as loud as they.
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1 Another day has pass'd along,
And we are nearer to the tomb ;
Nearer to join the heavenly song,
Or hear the last eternal doom.
2 Sweet is the light of Sabbath eve,
And soft the sunbeams ling'ring
there ;
For these blest hours the world I leave,
Wafted on wings of faith and prayer.
3 The time, how lovely and how still
Peace shines and smiles on all below,
The plain, the stream, the wood, the
hill,
All fair with evening's setting glow.
4 Season of rest ! the tranquil soul
Feels the sweet calm, and melts in
love,
And while these sacred moments roll,
Faith sees a smiling heaven above.
5 Nor will our days of toil be long,
Our pilgrimage will soon be trod ;
And we shall join the ceaseless song,
The endless Sabbath of our God.
276 ®Uex iHeate.
We praise thee, Lord, for every good ;
For life, and health, and needful food ;
Oh, may our souls be daily fed
With Christ, the true and living bread I
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( Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings
( Hast thou ordained strength, be- | cause of . . thine j enemies ;
That thou migbtest still the | ene . . my | and . . the a- | venger.
S When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers ;
\ The moon and the stars, which | thou . . bast or- | dained :
$ What is man that thou art mindful of him ?
I And the son of | man,. . that thou | visit - est | him.
S For thou hast made him a little lower than the angels,
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S That thou madest him to have dominion over the work of thy hands
I Thou hast put j all things J under, .his | feet.
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«J The fowl of the air, and the fish of the sea,
I^And whatsoever passeth through the | paths, .of the | sea.
fO Lord, our Lord,
\ How excellent is thy | name in | all the | earth !
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To him who dwells a- | bove the | skies ;
With your glad notes his praise rehearse,
Who | form'd the | mighty | universe.
2
He spake, and from chaotic night
At once sprang forth the | cheering | light
Him discord heard ; and, at his rod.
Expanded j beauty | spoke the | God.
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The word he gave, — th' obedient sun
Began his glorious | race to | run ;
Nor silver moon, nor stars delay
To glide a- | long th' e- | thcreal | way.
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Teeming with life : — air, earth and sea,
Obey th' Almighty's | high de- | cree ;
To every tribe he gives their food,
Then speaks the | whole di- | vinely | good.
5
But, to complete the wondrous plan,
From earth and dust he | fashions | man :
In man the last, in him the best,
The maker's [ image | stands con- | fest.
6
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Lord, while thy glorious works I view,
Form thou my heart and soul anew ;
Here bid thy pureet light to shine.
And beauty glow with charms divine.
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No more, vain world, with thy alluring toys,
No more ensnare rny easy | yielding | heart :
Vanish, ye unsubstantial airy forms,
Delusive shadows, cheat mine eyes no more
With | painted | shows of | pleasure.
2
One ray of heaven, bright dawning o'er my soul,
Eclipses all your | vision. . ary | charms,
And points to | happi..ness be- | yond your | reach. (Sym.)
3
Ye sons of harmony, who ardent tune
To boundless joy the heaven re- | sounding | song ;
Oh ! could I hear your rapture-breathing strains,
How would my kindling powers awake to praise,
And join with j ecsta - sy the | blissful | theme ;
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Earth's flattering trifles then should | tempt in | vain,
Nor interrupt my | sweet, my | blest em- | ploy.
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O Thou, whose power o'er moving worlds presides,
Whose voice created, and whose | wisdom | guides ;
On darkling man in pure effulgence shine,
And cheer the clouded | mind with | light di- j vine.
2
'T is thine alone to calm the pious breast,
With silent confidence and | holy | rest ;
From Thee, great God ! we spring — to Thee we bend,
Path, Motive, | Guide, O- | rigi . . nal, and | End
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A day of joy and praise ;
The labourers' rest, the saints' delight,
The first and best of days.
2 This Day Believers doth enrich, —
May grace rest on them all ; —
It is their Pentecost, on which
The Holy Ghost doth fall.
3 As the first-fruits an earnest prove
Of all the sheaves behind,
So they who do the Sabbath love,
A happy week shall find.
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1 Oh ! the delight, the heavenly joys,
The glories of the place,
Where Jesus sheds the brightest beams
Of his o'erflowing grace.
2 Sweet majesty and awful love
Sit smiling on his brow,
And all the glorious ranks above
A t humble distance bow.
3 This is the Man, th' exalted Man,
Whom we, unseen, adore ;
But when our eyes behold his face,
Our hearts shall love him more.
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1 Blest be the dear uniting love
That will not let us part :
Our bodies may far off remove,
We still are one in heart.
2 Joined in one spirit to our Head,
Where he appoints we go ;
And still in Jesu's footsteps tread,
And show his praise below.
3 O, may we ever walk in hira,
And nothing know beside,
Nothing desire, nothing esteem,
But Jesus crucified !
4 Closer and closer let us cleave
To his belov'd embrace :
Expect his fulness to receive,
And grace to answer grace.
5 Partakers of the Saviour's grace,
The same in mind and heart ;
Nor joy, nor grief, nor time, nor place,
Nor life, nor death can part.
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.
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tJoto. Gen. xxviii. 20—22.
1 O God of Israel, by whose hand
Thy people still are fed,
Who, through this weary pilgrimage,
Hast all our fathers led, —
2 Our vows, our prayers, we now present
Before thy throne of grace :
God of our fathers ! still be God
Of each succeeding race.
3 Through each perplexing path of life,
Our wand 'ring footsteps guide ;
Give us each day our daily bread,
And raiment fit provide.
4 Oh, spread thy covering wings around,
Till all our wand'rings cease,
And at our Father's lov'd abode
Our feet arrive in peace.
5 Such blessings from thy gracious hand,
In Christ we now implore ;
And thou shalt be our only God,
And portion evermore.
285 Co Etc tt ©am.
1 When musing sorrow weeps the past,
And mourns the present pain ;
How sweet to think of peace at last,
And feel that heaven is gain.
2 'Tis not that murmuring thoughts arise,
And dread a Father's will ;
'Tis not that meek submission flies,
And would not suffer still : —
3 It is that heaven. taught faith surveys
The path to realms of light ;
And longs her eagle plumes to raise
And lose herself in flight.
4 It is, that hope with ardour glows,
To see Him face to face,
Whose dying love no language knows
Sufficient art to trace.
5 O, let me wing my hallowed flight
From earth-horn woe and care ;
And soar beyond those realms of night,
My Saviour's bliss to share.
286 etmuncr, jHcot'tatton ana
Prager.
1 I love to steal awhile away
From every cumb'ring care,
And spend the hours of setting day,
In humble, grateful prayer.
2 I love in solitude to shed
The penitential tear,
And all his promises to plead,
Where none but God can hear.
3 I love to think on mercies past,
And future good implore ;
And all my cares and sorrows cast,
On him whom I adore.
4 I love by faith to take a view
Of brighter scenes in heaven ;
The prospect doth my strength renew,
While here by tempests driven,
5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er,
May its departing ray
Be calm as this impressive hour,
And lead to endless day.
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Let God the Father, and the Son,
And Spirit be adored, [known,
Where there are works to make him
Or saints to love the Lord.
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Hark ! what mean those holy voices,
Sweetly sounding through the skies ?
Lo ! th' angelic host rejoices ;
Heavenly hallelujahs rise.
Hear them tell the wondrous story,
Hear them chant in hymns of joy ;
" Glory in the highest — glory !
Glory be to God most high !
Peace on earth — good-will from heaven,
Reaching far as man is found."
11 Souls redeemed, and sins forgiven " —
Loud our golden harps shall sound.
Christ is born, the great Anointed ;
Heaven and earth his praises sing !
Oh, receive whom God appointed
For your Prophet, Priest, and King !
Haste, ye mortals, to adore him ;
Learn his name, and taste his joy ;
Till in heaven ye sing before him,
Glory be to God most high !
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Saints with pious zeal attending,
Now a grateful tribute raise ;
Solemn songs to heaven ascending,
Join the universal praise.
2 Round Jehovah's footstool kneeling,
Lowly bend with contrite souls ;
Here his milder grace revealing,
Here his wrath no thunder rolls.
3 Every secret fault confessing,
Deed unrighteous, thoughts of siu ;
Seize, oh, seize the proffer'd blessing,
Grace from God, and peace within.
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1 Vainly through night's weary hours,
Keep we watch lest foes alarm ;
Vain our bulwarks and our towers,
But for God's protecting arm.
2 Vain were all our toil and labour,
Did not God that labour bless ;
Vain, without his grace and favour,
Every talent we possess.
3 V. liner still the hope of heaven ;
That on human strength relies ;
But to him shall help be given,
Who in humble faith applies.
4 Seek we then the Lord's anointed,
He shall grant us peace and rest ;
Ne'er was suppliant disappointed,
Who through Christ his prayer ad-
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Our path through wilds is laid ;
We watch as for the day-spring near,
Amid the breaking shade.
2 Lord Jesus ! come ; for hosts
Meet on the battle plain :
The patriot mourns, the tyrant boasts,
And tears are shed like rain.
3 Lord Jesus ! come ; for still
Vice shouts her maniac mirth ;
The famish' d crave in vain their fill,
While teems the fruitful earth !
4 Hark ! herald voices near,
Lead on thy happier day :
Come, Lord, and our hosannas hear ;
We wait to strew thy way.
5 Come, as in days of old,
With words of grace and power 1
Gather us all within thy fold,
And never leave us more.
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1 Come, kingdom of our God,
Sweet reign of light of love,
Shed peace, and hope, and joy abroad,
And wisdom from above.
2 Over our spirits first
Extend thy healing reign ;
There raise and quench the sacred thirst
That never pains again.
3 Come, kingdom of our God,
And make the broad earth thine ;
Stretch o'er her lands and isles, the rod
That flowers with grace divine.
4 Soon may all tribes be blest,
With fruit from life's glad tree ;
And in its shade like brothers rest,
Sons of one family.
5 Come, kingdom of our God,
And raise thy glorious throne,
In worlds by the undying trod,
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1 Hail, heavenly Salem, happy place,
Where God unveils his radiant face !
Where he his throne eternal rears,
And, drest in light, thereon appears.
2 Magnificent thy structures rise,
And lift their heads above the skies ;
While order, beauty, grace divine,
Through all the architecture shine.
3 One pearl entire is every gate,
At which bright bands of angels wait ;
Ten thousand thrones and mansions
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Jesus ascended to prepare.
4 Loud hallelujahs, heavenly strains,
Shall echo through the happy plains ;
And sin and pain the place shall fly,
And death itself for ever die.
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1 " We 've no abiding city here,"
This may distress the worldling's
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But should not cost the saint a tear,
Who hopes a better world to find.
2 " We 've no abiding city here,"
Sad truth, were this to be our home ;
But let this thought our spirit cheer,
" We seek a city yet to come."
3 u We 've no abiding city here,"
Then let us live as pilgrims do :
Let not the world our rest appear,
But let us haste from all below.
4 " We 've no abiding city here ; "
We seek a city out of sight,
Zion its name, — the Lord is there,
It shines with everlasting light.
5 O ! sweet abode of peace and love,
Where pilgrims, free from toil, are
blest !
Had I the pinions of the dove,
I 'd fly to thee, and be at rest.
6 But hush, my soul, nor dare repine !
The time my God appoints is best :
Whilehe re, to do his will be mine ;
And his to fix my time of rest.
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1 Hail peaceful day of hallow'd rest !
Sweet harbinger of joys above :
Thine hours are all by Jesus blest,
And shine on man with beams of love.
2 'Twas mercy first ordain'd the day,
In kind compassion to our woes ;
That we might learn the heavenly way,
And find in Christ our true repose.
3 It comes this dreary waste to cheer,
And shed celestial peace abroad ;
With sacred truth to bless the ear,
And raise the immortal soul to God
296 facial Sutic^.
1 Forth in thy name, O Lord, I go,
My daily labour to pursue :
Thee, only thee, resolved to know,
In all I think, or speak, or do.
2 The task thy wisdom has assign'd,
O let me cheerfully fulfil ;
In all my works thy presence find,
And prove thy acceptable will.
3 Thee may I set at my right hand,
Whose eyes my inmost substance
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And labour on at thy command,
And offer all my works to thee.
4 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.
5 For thee delightfully employ
Whate'er thy bounteous grace has
given ;
And run my course with even joy,
And closely walk with thee to heaven.
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1 Ontce more our condescending God
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No cank'ring worm, nor hostile band,
Has spoil'd the produce of the land.
2 We bless thy name for sun and showers,
And all the good that nature pours,
But thy enriching stores of grace
Transcend our highest notes of praise,
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Friend after friend departs ;
Who hath not lost a friend ?
There is no union here of hearts,
That finds not here an end.
Were this frail world our final rest,
Living or dying, none were blest.
Beyond the flight of time,
Beyond the reign of death,
There surely is some blessed clime
Where life is not a breath ;
Nor life's affection's transient fire,
Whose sparks fly upward and expire.
There is a world above,
Where parting is unknown ;
A whole eternity of love,
Form'd for the good alone ;
And faith beholds the dying here,
Translated to that glorious sphere.
Thus star by star declines,
Till all are pass'd away ;
As morning high and higher shines,
To pure and perfect day.
Nor sink those stars in empty night,
But hide themselves in heaven's own
light.
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This place is holy ground ;
World, with its cares away ;
Silence and darkness reign around,
But soon the break of day —
The resurrection dawn appears,
To shine upon this scene of tears.
Behold the bed of death,
This pale and lovely clay,
Heard ye the sob of parting breath ?
Mark'd ye the eye's last ray ?
No ! life so sweetly ceas'd to be,
It lapsed in immortality.
Could tears revive the dead,
Rivers would swell our eyes ;
Could sighs recall the spirit fled
We would not quench our sighs.
Till love illum'd this altered mien,
And all th' embodied soul were seen.
Bury the dead, and weep,
In stillness o'er the loss,
Bury the dead ; in Christ they sleep,
Who bore on earth his cross,
Soon from the grave the dust shall rise.
In his own image in the skies.
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1 " The Lord is | risen in- | deed ! "
SEMI-CHORUS.
Then justice asks no | more ;
Mercy and truth are now agreed,
Who | stood op- | posed be- | fore.
SOLO.
2 u The Lord is | risen in- | deed ! "
SEMI-CHORUS.
Then is the work per- | formed ;
The mighty captive now is freed
And j death, our | foe, dis- | armed.
CHORUS.
5 Then wake your | golden | lyres,
And strike each cheerful | chord
Join, all ye bright celestial choirs,
To | sing our | risen | Lord.
SOLO.
3 " The Lord is | risen in- | deed ! "
SEMI-CHORUS.
Then hell has lost his | prey ;
With him is risen the ransomed seed,
To | reign in | endless | day.
SOLO.
4 " The Lord is I risen in- I deed ! "
SEMI-CHORUS.
Attending angels | hear ;
Up to the courts of heaven with speed,
The | joyful | tidings | bear.
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Exalt thy towering head, and | lift thy | eyes !
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Nor evening moon shall fill her | silver | horn :
But in thy courts, THE LIGHT HIMSELF shall shine
Reveal'd, and God's e- | ternal | day be | thine.
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The seas shall waste, the skies in smoke decay,
Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt a- | way ;
But fix'd his word, his saving power remains —
Thy realm for ever lasts, thy | own Mes- j siah | reigns !
302 |3£alm CXXXIII.
J* Behold how good and how pleasant it is,
\ For brethren to dwell to- | gether . . in | unity.
{It is like the precious ointment upon the head,
That ran down upon the beard, even Aaron's beard
That went down to the | skirts | of his | garments.
f As the dew of Hermon, and as the dew
\ That descended upon the | mountains of | Zion.
J For there the Lord commanded the blessing,
\ Even | life for J ever | more.
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Holy and just — the greatness of whose name
Fills and sup- | ports this | uni . . versal | frame.
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Who art thyself thine | own vast | dwelling place ;
Soul of our soul, whom yet no sense of ours
Discerns, e- | luding . . our most | active | powers.
Encircling shades attend thine awful throne,
That veil thy face, and keep thee | still un- | known ;
Unknown, though dwelling in our inmost part,
Lord of our | thoughts, and j sov'reign . . of the | heart !
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All darkness flies when thou art pleas'd t' appear,
A sudden spring renews the | fading | year ;
Where'er I turn, I see thy power and grace,
The watchful | guardians . . of our | heedless | race.
5
Thy various creatures in one strain agree,
All, in all times and places, | speak of | thee ;
Ev'n I, with trembling heart and faltering tongue,
Attempt thy | praise, and | join the . . general | song.
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2 Hark ! hark ! — the sounds draw nigh,
The joyful hosts descend,
Jesus forsakes the sky,
To earth his footsteps bend ;
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He comes with messages of grace.
305 Cf)rt$ttan Jfrtenttf meeting.
1 Come, all who e'er have set
Your faces Zion-ward ,
In Jesus let us meet,
And praise our common Lord :
In Jesus let us still walk on,
Till we appear before his throne.
2 Nearer, and nearer still
We to our country come ;
To that celestial hill,
The weary pilgrim's home —
The new Jerusalem above,
The seat of everlasting love.
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At noon and midnight hour,
The choral harmonies of heaven
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3 Ah ! then my spirit faints
To reach the land I love,
The bright inheritance of saints,
Jerusalem above.
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1 Pray for Jerusalem,
The city of our God ;
The Lord from heaven be kind to them
That love the dear abode.
2 Within these walls may peace
And harmony he found,
Zion, in all thy palaces
Prosperity abound !
3 For friends and brethren dear,
Our prayers shall never cease ;
Oft as they meet for worship here,
God send his people peace.
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< And the rulers take counsel together, against the Lord,
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{ ' Let us break their bands asunder,
t And cast away their | cords — | from us,'
f He that sitteth in the heavens shall laugh ;
I The Lord shall | have them | in de- | rision.
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This day have | I be- | gotten thee,
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And the uttermost parts of the | earth for | thy pos- | session,
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) Thou shalt dash them in pieces j like a . . potter's | vessel.'
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I Be in- | structed, . . ye | judges . . of the | earth.
$ Serve the Lord with fear,
\ And re- | joice with | tremblingv
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When his wrath is kindled but a little.
(_ Blessed are all they that put their | trust, their | trust in | him.
309 From P«taltU XXXVII.
For yet a little while, and the wicked | shall not | be.
J Yea thou shalt diligently consider his place,
\ And it | shall . . not, it | shall not | be.
% But'the meek shall inherit the earth,
\ And shall delight themselves in the a- | bundance . . of
\ The Lord knoweth the days of the upright ;
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S Sing unto the Lord, bless his name :
i[ Show forth his sal- | vation . . from | day to | day.
( Declare his glory among the heathen,
( His wonders a- | mong all | people.
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\ He is to be | feared a- | bove all | gods.
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I But the | Lord . . made the | heavens.
S Honour and majesty are before him ;
I Strength and | beauty . . are | in his | sanctuary.
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( Bring an offering, and | come in- | to his | courts.
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( Fear before him, | all the | earth.
( Say among the hea'hen, that the Lord reigneth :
•? The world also shall be established that it shall not be moved
( He shall | judge the | people | righteously.
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I Let the sea roar, and the | fulness . . there- | of.
I Let the field be joyful, and all that is therein :
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311 ia&ilm LXXII. 18, 19.
Blessed be the Lord God, the God of Israel ;
Who only doeth | wondrous | things.
( And blessed be his glorious name for ever ;
< And let the whole earth be filled with his glory.
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2 Come, great God, thy grace impart,
Renew and sanctify my heart,
And keep my feet from falling :
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Make clear to me that holy page,
Where truth to heaven is calling.
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His arm omnipotent is | ever | near, ||
Her present | help, . . her | all-suf- . . ficient | guard.
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Cold in our warmest vows, and | vain our | truest ;
Thoughts of a hurrying hour — our lips rep at them — ||
Our | hearts for- | get them.
We see thy hand — it leads us — it supports us :
We hear thy voice — it | counsels, . . and it | courts us ;
And then we turn away ! and still thy kindness, ||
For- | gives our | blindness !
Who can resist thy gentle call, appealing
To every generous thought and | grateful | feeling !
Oh ! who can hear the accents of thy mercy,
And | never J love thee ?
Kind Benefactor ! plant within this bosom
The | seeds of | holiness, || and let them blossom
In fragrance, and in beauty bright and and vernal, ||
And | spring e- | ternal.
Then place them in those everlasting gardens,
Where angels walk, and | seraphs . . are the | wardens ;
Where every flower, brought safe through death's dark portal, ||
Be- I comes im- I mortal.
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1 Hail, Immanuel ever gracious !
Thy redeeming love I sing ;
To my soul thy name is precious ;
Thou, my Prophet, Priest, and King.
2 Once with Adam's race in ruin,
Unconcern'd in sin I lay ;
Swift destruction still pursuing,
Till my Saviour pass'd that way.
3 Witness, all ye hosts of heaven,
My Redeemer's tenderness !
" Love I much ? Ah ! much forgiv'n,
I 'm a miracle of grace."
319 $rat£e to ©oO.
1 Praise the Lord, ye heavens adorehim,
Praise him angels in the height ;
Sun and moon rejoice before him,
Praise him all ye stars of light.
2 Praise the Lord, for he hath spoken,
Worlds his mighty voice obey'd ;
Laws which never can be broken,
For their guidance he hath made.
3 Praise the Lord, for he is glorious ;
Never shall his promise fail ;
God hath made his saints victorious,
Sin and death shall not prevail.
4 Praise the God of our salvation,
Hosts on high his power proclaim ;
Heaven and earth and all creation,
Praise and magnify his name.
320 Cfje Inrarnatton.
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Now to Bethlehem speed your way ;
Lo ! in yonder humble manger,
Christ the Lord is born to-day.
2 Christ, by prophets long predicted,
Joy of Israel's chosen race ;
Light to Gentiles, long afflicted,
Lost in error's darkest maze.
3 Bright the star of your salvation,
Pointing to his rude abode !
4 Glad, we trace th' amazing story,
Angels leave their bliss to tell ;
Theme sublime, replete with glory,
Sinners sav'd from death and hell.
5 Love unbounded mov'd the Saviour,
Thus to lay his radiance by,
Blessings on the Lamb for ever,
Glory be to God on high !
321 Spiritual $arun*t.
1 He that goeth forth with weeping,
Bearing still the precious seed,
Never tiring, never sleeping,
All his labour shall succeed.
2 Then will fall the rain of heaven,
Then the sun of mercy shine ;
Precious fruits will then be given,
Through an influence all divine.
3 Sow thy seed, be never weary,
Nor let fears thy mind employ ;
Be the prospects ne'er so dreary,
Thou may'st reap the fruits of joy.
4 Lo, the scene of verdure brightening !
See the rising grain appear !
Look again ! the fields are whitening
Sure the harvest time is near.
322 Cfje &tetnjj (Stoma of tf)t
1 Glorious things of thee are spoken,
Zion, city of our God ;
He whose word can ne'er be broken,
Chose thee for his own abode.
2 On the Rock of Ages founded,
WTho can shake her svfre repose ?
With salvation's walls surrounded,
She can smile at all her foes.
3 See the streams of living waters,
Springing from eternal love,
Well supply her sons and daughters,
And the fear of want remove.
4 Round each habitation hovering,
See the cloud and fire appear,
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1 God of my life, to thee belong
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Resounds the goodness of the Lord.
2 Thou hast preserv'd my fleeting breath,
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324 <ri)c USarlis i* full of 6oa.
1 All that in this wide world we see,
Almighty Father, speaks of thee ;
And in the darkness or the day
Thy monitors surround our way.
2 Each mercy sent when sorrows lower,
Each blessing of the passing hour,
All we enjoy, and all we love,
Bring with them blessings from above.
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1 Come, dearest Lord, and bless this day,
Come, bear our thoughts from earth
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With ardour to their native skies.
2 Come, Holy Spirit, all divine,
With rays of light upon us shine ;
And let our waiting souls be blest
On this sweet day of sacred rest.
3 Then, when our Sabbaths here are o'er,
And we arrive on Canaan's shore,
With all the ransom 'd we shall spend
A Sabbath, which shall never end.
326 Cljrtirt tljc ftoro of 8tagcW.
1 Great God, to what a glorious height
Hast thou advanced the Lord, thy
Son!
Angels, in all their robes of light,
Are made the servants of his throne.
2 Before his feet their armies wait,
And swift as flames of fire they move,
To manage his affairs of state,
In works of vengeance or of love.
3 Now they are sent to guide our feet,
Up to the gates of thine abode,
Through all the dangers that we meet,
In travelling o'er the heavenly road.
4 Lord ! when we leave the mortal
ground,
And thou shalt bid us rise and come,
Send thy beloved angels down,
Safe to conduct our spirits home.
327 Oje $attbtti?, ,
1 O Ziox lift thy raprur'd eye,
The long expected hour is nigh ;
The joys of nature rise again,
The Prince of Salem comes to reign.
2 See, mercy from her golden urn
Pours a rich stream to those that
mourn !
Behold, she binds with tender care,
The bleeding bosom of despair !
3 He comes to cheer the trembling heart,
Bids Satan and his host depart ;
Again the Day-Star gilds the gloom,
Again the bowers of Eden bloom.
328 gno bdjottr t\)t flora pa^ca,
&c. 1 Kings xix. 11, 12.
1 Not in the strong impetuous wind
Can I my gentle Saviour find :
Not in the hurricane of sound,
Which rends the rocks and shakes the
ground.
2 Not in the heaven, in kindled fire,
The flashes of indignant ire :
But I expect him from above,
In the soft whispering voice of love.
3 That voice which speaks Jehovah near,
That still small voice I long to hear ;
O might it now the lord proclaim,
And fill my soul with holy shame..
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1 Tell me, Shepherd, from above,
Dearest object of my love,
Whore thy little flocks abide,
Shelter'd by thy bleeding side.
2 Tell me, Saviour, all divine,
Where I may my soul recline ;
Where I shall for refuge fly,
When the burning sun is high.
3 Claim me, Shepherd, as thine own,
O protect me, thou alone ;
Let me hear thy gracious voice ;
Make my fainting heart rejoice.
330 »Utl) I. 16,11.
1 People of the living God !
I have sought the world around,
Paths of sin and sorrow trod,
Peace and comfort no where found.
2 Now to you my spirit turns,
Turns, a fugitive unblest ;
Brethren ! where your altar burns,
O, receive me into rest.
3 Lonely, I no longer roam,
Like the cloud, the wind, the wave
Where you dwell, shall be my home,
Where you die, shall be my grave.
4 Mine the God whom you adore,
Your Redeemer shall be mine ;
Earth can fill my soul no more ;
Every idol I resign.
331
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1 Saviour in this hour be near !
On thy servant's side appear —
Call'd thine honour to maintain,
Help a feeble child of man.
2 Thou, who, at thy creatures' bar,
Didst thy Deity declare,
Now my mouth and witness be,
Witness for thyself and me.
3 All of mine be cast aside,
Anger, fear, and guile, and pride
Only give me, from above,
Simple faith and humble love.
332 Cljrtettan Bnian antr "Untie.
1 Jesus, Lord, we look to thee ;
Let us in thy name agree ;
Show thyself the Prince of Peace,
Bid contention ever cease.
2 Make us of one heart and mind,
Courteous, pitiful, and kind,
Lowly, meek, in thought and word,
Wholly like the precious Lord.
3 Let us each for others' care,
Each his brother's burden bear,
To thy church the pattern give,
Show how true believers live.
4 Free from envy and from pride,
Let us thus in God abide,
And the depths of love express,
And the heights of holiness.
5 Let us then with joy remove,
To thy Family above ;
There in perfect union raise
Sweeter songs and nobler praise.
333 £Ik Cros^.
1 To the cross where Jesus dies,
Where my Lord resigns his breath,
Where affliction veils his eyes,
Swimming in the tears of death.
2 Thither bringing all my guilt,
From avenging wrath I flee,
To the blood of sprinkling spilt —
Spilt to let the sinuer free.
3 'Mid convulsive agonies,
Peace his quivering lips impart ;
Pardon seal'd by broken siehs
Issuing from a bursting heart.
4 Let us feel this healing power,
Let this harden'd heart of stone,
Melt beneath this purple shower,
From his body trickling down.
5 On those temples, crown'd with thorns,
Suff'ring majesty appears ;
Love that dying face adorns,
Stain'd with blood and soil'd with
tears.
6 Pierce the shadows of my heart,
With the lightning of that eye,
Smiles of peace to me impart,
Let me feel, or I must die !
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1 Hearken, Lord, to my complaints,
For my soul within me faints ;
Thee far off I call to mind,
In the land I left behind,
Where the streams of Jordan flow,
Where the heights of Hermon glow.
2 Tempest-tost my failing bark
Founders in the ocean dark,
Deep to deep around me calls,
With the rush of waterfalls,
While I plunge to lower caves,
Overwhelm'd by all thy waves.
3 Once the morning's earliest light
Brought thy mercy to my sight,
And my wakeful song was heard
Later than the evening bird :
Hast thou all my prayers forgot ?
Will thy mercy heed them not ?
4 Why, my foul, art thou perplex d ?
Why with faithless troubles vex'd ?
Hope in God, whose saving name
Thou shall joyfully proclaim,
When his countenance shall shine
Through the clouds that darken thine.
335 CTje String (Cftristtan.
1 Haste, my spirit, haste away,
'Tis thy glorious Saviour calls ;
Leave this tenement of clay :
Quit its broken shatter'd walls :
Through these ruins I descry
Gleams of immortality.
2 Cease, my friends, to weep for me,
Let me rather mourn for you ;
Far from sin and woe I flee,
Christ and heav'n are in my view
Dare not wish my soul to stay,
Angels beckon me away.
3 To the sovereign hand of death,
Earthly blessings I resign ;
Lord, to thee I yield my breath,
Take this ransom'd soul of mine,
And my songs of joy shall be
Ceaseless as eternity.
336 £aturtajj efaentng.
1 Safely through another week
God hath brought us on our way ;
Let us now a blessing seek,
On the' approaching Sabbath-day :
Day of all the week the best
Emblem of eternal rest.
2 While we pray for pardoning grace
Through the blest Redeemer's name,
Show us. Lord, thy smiling face,
And remove our guilt and shame :
Thus from every care set free,
May we rest this night with thee.
3 \\ hen the morn shall bid us rise,
May we feel thy presence near ;
May thy glory meet our eyes
When we in thy courts appear ;
There in spirit may we taste
Fruits of heaven's eternal rest.
4 May the gospel's joyful sound
Conquer sinners, comfort saints ;
Bid the fruits of grace abound,
Bring relief for all complaints ;
Thus may every Sabbath prove,
Till we join the church above.
337 ge£u£ Cijrtet nje tfame gat*
trr&an, &x, Heb. xiii. 8.
1 What a changing world is this !
Void of all substantial bliss ;
All we see beneath the sun
In successive changes run ;
But our Jesus proves the same,
Endless blessings on his name !
2 Boundless goodness, love supreme,
Flow'd eternally from him !
Priests and prophets, all have told,
What he did for saints of old ;
Jesus Christ is still the same,
Endless blessings on his name !
3 Let us to his throne repair,
Wait with humble patience there ;
He will soon our cries attend,
Love and save us to the end ;
He will ever prove the same,
Endless blessings on his name !
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1 Praise the Lord ! when blushing
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Beams with beauties fair and new.
2 Praise the Lord ! when early breezes
Come with fragrance from tbe
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Praise, ye birds among the bowers.
3 Praise the Lord ! and may his blessing
Guide us in the way of truth ;
Keep our feet from paths of error.
Make us holy in our youth.
4 Praise the Lord ! ye hosts of heavej ;
Angels, sing your sweetest lays,
All things utter forth his glory ;
Sound aloud Jehovah's praise.
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2 S Then was our mouth filled with laughter,
I And our | tongue broke | out with | singing.
Then said they among the heathen,
The Lord hath done great | things for | them.
The Lord hath done great things for | us,
Where- | of . . we are | glad.
5 ("Turn again our captivity, O Lord,
\ As the | streams . . in the | south.
6 They that sow in tears shall | reap, shall J reap in | joy.
7 He that goeth forth weeping, | bearing . . precious | seed,
3 Shall, doubtless, come again with rejoicing,
J Bringing . , his J sheaves \ with him.
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1 My soul be on thy guard ;
Ten thousand foes arise ;
And hosts of sins are pressing hard,
To draw thee from the skies.
2 Oh, watch, and fight, and pray,
The battle ne'er give o'er;
Renew it boldly day by day,
And help divine implore.
3 Ne'er think the victory won,
Nor once at ease sit down ;
Thy arduous work will not be done,
Till thou hast got thy crown.
341 fctatai) IX. 8.
1 The day is drawing nigh,
Still brighter far than this ;
When converts like a cloud shall fly
To seek the realms of bliss.
2 What rapturous scenes of joy
Shall burst upon our sight,
When sinners up toZion's bill,
Like doves shall speed their flight.
3 Beneath thy balmy wing,
O sun of Righteousness,
These happy souls shall sit and sing
The wonders of thy grace.
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Eph. iv. 30.
1 And canst thou, sinner slight
The call of love divine !
Shall God with tenderness invite,
And gain no thought of thine ?
2 Wilt thou not cease to grieve
The Spirit, from thy breast,
Till he thy wretched soul shall leave
With all thy sins oppress'd ?
3 To-day, a pardoning God,
Will hear the suppliant pray ;
To-day, a Saviour's cleansing blood,
Will wash thy guilt away.
4 But grace so dearly bought,
If yet thou wilt despise,
Thy fearful doom with vengeance
fraught
Will fill thee with surprise.
343 ^jjnw at ISartmjj.
1 Blest be the tie that binds
Our hearts in Christian love ;
The fellowship in kindred minds
Is like to that above.
2 Before our Father's throne
We pour our ardent prayers ;
Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one,
Our comforts and our cares.
3 We share our mutual woes ;
Our mutual burdens bear ;
And often for each other flows
The sympathizing tear.
4 When we asunder part,
It gives us inward pain ;
But we shall still be join'd in heart,
And hope to meet again.
5 This glorious hope revives
Our courage by the way ;
While each in expectation lives,
And longs to see the day.
6 From sorrow toil and pain,
And sin, we shall be free :
And perfect love and friendship reign
Through all eternity.
344 importunate prayer.
1 Jesus, who knows full well
The heart of every saint,
Invites us all our griefs to tell,
To pray and never faint.
2 He bows his gracious ear —
We never plead in vain ;
Then let us wait till he appear,
And pray, and pray again.
3 Though unbelief suggest
" Why should we longer wait ? "'
He bids us never let him rest,
But knock at mercy's gate.
4 Then let us earnest cry,
And never faint in prayer ;
iHesees, he hears, and from on high,
Will make our cause his care.
345 Wit mu£t ttjrmijjf) mud) trt=
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1 As strangers here below,
With various woes opprest,
We must through tribulation go
To our eternal rest.
2 Thus Christ, our glorious head,
Ascended to his throne ;
Why should his saints refuse to tread,
The way their Lord has gone ?
3 The path to glory lies
Through anguish and distress ;
But joyful we at length shall rise,
The kingdom to possess.
4 Tis needful that we bear
Our Father's rod of love ;
We pass through tribulation here.
That we may rest above.
346 Jfor n)e J>jprea*r at fi)t ^os'prl
1 O God of sovereign grace,
We bow before thy throne ;
And plead, for all the human race,
The merits of thy Son.
2 Spread through the earth, O Lord,
The knowledge of thy ways ;
And let all lands with joy record
The great Redeemer's name.
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347 THE HOUR OF PRAYER.
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1 Ye worldly care* and themes begone !
Far other thoughts our bosoms fill !
Another week has swiftly flown,
And we are spared and living still.
2 Lord teach us so to count our days,
That we our hearts and souls may
give,
"With all their powers to wisdom's ways,
And to thy praise and glory live.
3 Soft let the dews of sleep descend,
This night, upon thy servants' heads;
And, while we rest, thy wings extend,
Thy guardian wings, around our beds.
4 Then, when the holy morn shall break,
And chase the darkness from the sky,
Give us in health and peace to wake,
To seek thy face, and feel thee nigh.
5 Sweet is the Sabbath's dawn to them
Who thy salvation long to see,
And on the new Jerusalem,
With fervour hope to dwell with thee.
6 Such be to us the hallow'd morn !
Such joy let its return afford !
Thine image on our hearts be borne,
And all our spirits praise the Lord !
7 For built up thus, in faith and love,
Our souls shall pant to reach the skies,
And in thy holy courts above,
A Sabbath spend, which never dies.
351
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350 Cfllosteians" II. 19.
1 Head of the Church, our risen Lord,
Who by thy spirit does preside
O'er the whole body ; by thy word
They all are ruled and sanctified :
2 Our prayers, our intercessions hear,
For all thy family at large,
That each, in his appointed sphere,
His proper service may discharge.
3 So, through the grace deriv'dfrom thee,
In whom all fullness dwells above,
Let thy whole church united be,
And edify itself in love.
1 Thou sovereign Lord of earth and skies,
Supremely good, supremely wise !
Fix thou the place of our abode ;
But may we still live near to God.
2 Where'er our dwelling shall be found,
We will thy throne of grace surround ;
An altar to thy name will raise,
With sacrifice of prayer and praise.
3 With faith and with devotion, Lord !
Teach us each day to hear thy word :
Grant us thy light to learn thy will,
And strength our duties to fulfil.
4 Our circle with thy presence bless :
Keep out each root of bitterness :
And may, to each, the last remove
Be to the mansions of thy love.
352 parents' -p rawer. Ps. xc. i.
1 Thou, Lord, through every changing
scene,
Hast to thy saints a refuge been ;
Through every age eternal God,
Thy presence their secure abode.
2 In Thee, our fathers sought their rest :
In thee our fathers still are blest :
Our helpless state with pity view,
And let us share their refuge too.
3 So, when this pilgrimage is o'er,
And we must dwell in flesh no more,
To thee our separate souls shall come,
And find in thee a surer home.
4 To thee our infant race we leave :
Them, may their father's God receive !
That voices yet unform'd may raise
Succeeding hymns of humble praise.
353 Qes'truig n)e presence of <§otr.
1 My God, I bow before thy feet ;
When shall my soul approach thy seat?
When shall I see thy glorious face
With mingled majesty and grace ?
2 How should I love thee, and adore
With hopes and joys unknown before !
And bid this trifling world begone,
Nor tease my heart so near thy throne.
3 My soul should pour out all her cares
In flowing words, and flowing tears ;
Thy smiles would ease my sharpest pain,
Nor should I seek my God in vain.
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If I must die, oh ! let me die
With hope in Jesus' blood —
The blood that saves from sin and guilt,
And reconciles to God.
If I must die, oh ! let me die
In peace with all mankind,
And change these fleeting joys below
For pleasures more refin'd.
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Let some kind seraph come,
And bear me on his friendly wing
To my celestial home.
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1 Wb love thy holy temple, Lord,
For there thou deign'st to dwell ;
And there the heralds of thy word
Of all thy mercies tell :
There, in thy pure and cleansing fount,
Wash'd from each guilty stain,
Our souls on wings of faith shall mount
To heaven's eternal fane.
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In penitence sincere,
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35G Jfear ge not me. Jer. v. 22.
1 When on the giddy cliff I stand,
Beneath the billows' roar,
And, breaking on the rocky strand,
Whiten with foam the shore ;
Shall winds and waves their God obey,
And I refuse to hear ?
Shall He that bounds the flowing sea
Not bind me with his fear ?
! O Thou ! that rulest seas and skies ;
Corruption's flood control,
Nor let the waves of passion rise,
Within my troubled soul :
Then I within thy saered mound,
In due obedience blest,
Calm, gently flowing, kiss the bound,
And wait eternal rest.
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357 dTfjc -gjabbatb, SZartcomrtr.
1 Hail, happy day ! thou day of holy rest,
What heavenly peace and transport fills our breast !
When Christ, the God of grace, in love descends,
And kindly holds communion with his friends.
2 Let earth and all its vanities begone,
Move from my sight, and leave my soul alone ;
Its flattering, fading glories I despise,
And to immortal beauties turn my eyes.
3 Fain would I mount and penetrate the skies,
And on my Saviour's glories fix my eyes :
Oh ! meet my rising soul, thou God of love,
And waft it to the blissful realms above.
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1 Again the day returns of holy rest,
Which when he made the world, Jehovah blest,
When, like his own, he bade our labours cease,
And all be piety, and all be peace.
2 Let us devote this consecrated day
To learn his will, and all we learn obey ;
So shall he hear when fervently we raise
Our supplications, and our songs of praise.
3 Father of heaven ! in whom our hopes confide,
Whose power defends us, and whose precepts guide,
In life our guardian — and in death our friend ;
Glory supreme be thine, 'till time shall end.
359 Eamenttng tlje Bc&aXntian of %ian.
1 Along the banks where Babel's current flows,
Our captive bands in deep despondence strayed,
While Zion's fall in sad remembrance rose,
Her friends, her children, mingled with the dead.
2 The tuneless harp, that once with joy we strung,
When praise employed and mirth inspired the lay ;
In mournful silence — on the willows hung,
And growing grief prolonged the tedious day.
3 Our hard oppressions, to increase our woe,
With taunting smiles a song of Zion claim ;
Bid sacred praise in strains melodious flow,
While they blaspheme the great Jehovah's name.
4 But how, in heathen chains, and lands unknown,
Shall Israel's sons a song of Zion raise ?
O hapless Salem, God's terrestrial throne,
Thou land of glory — sacred mount of praise; —
5 If e'er my memory lose thy lovely name,
If my cold heart neglect my kindred race,
Let dire destruction seize this guilty frame :
My hand shall perish, and my voice shall cease.
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1 Interval of grateful shade,
Welcome to my weary head !
My Great Master still allows,
Needful periods of repose.
2 By my heavenly Father blest,
Thus I give myself to rest ;
Heavenly Father ! gracious name
Night and day his love the same.
3 Far be each suspicious thought,
Every anxious care forgot :
Thou, my ever bounteous God,
Crown'st my days with various good.
4 Thy kind eye, which cannot sleep,
These defenceless hours shall keep,
Blest vicissitude to me !
Day and night I 'm still with thee.
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1 Happiness, thou lovely name,
Where 's thy seat, O tell me where ?
Learning, pleasure, wealth, and fame,
All cry out, " It is not there."
2 Not the wisdom of the wise,
Not the grandeur of the great,
Can inform me where it lies,
Can the bliss I seek create.
3 Lord, it is not life to live,
If thy presence thou deny ;
Lord, if thou thy presence give,
'Tis no longer death to die.
4 Source and Giver of repose,
Peace and happiness are thine,
Singly from thy smile it flows,
Mine they are, if thou art mine.
362 8ppealj» from (PUrmtji.
1 When thy mortal life is fled,
When the death shades o'er thee spread,
Thou hast finish'd earth's career,
Sinner, where wilt thou appear?
2 When the world has pass'd away,
When draws near the Judgment Day,
When the awful trump shall sound,
Say, oh where wilt thou be found ?
3 When the Judge descends in light,
Cloth'd in majesty and might ;
When the wicked quail with fear,
Where, oh where wilt thou appear ?
4 What shall soothe thy bursting heart,
When the saints and thou must part ?
When the good with joy are crown 'd,
Sinner, where wilt thou be found ?
363 (^ypogtulatton.
1 Sinner, what hast thou to show,
Like the joys believers know ?
Is thy path of fading flowers
Half so bright, so sweet as ours ?
2 Doth a skilful, healing friend,
On thy daily path attend,
And where thorns and stings abound,
Shed a balm in every wound ?
3 When the tempest rolls on high,
Hast thou still a refuge nigh ?
Can, O can thy dying breath,
Summon one more strong than death ?
4 Canst thou on that awful day,
Fearless tread the gloomy way,
Plead a glorious ransom given,
Burst from earth, and soar to heaven ?
364 <©n n)e ©can) of a JSrtteber.
1 Lo ! the prisoner is released,
Lightened of his * fleshly load ;
Where the weary are at rest,
He is gathered unto God.
2 Lo ! the pain of life is past,
And his warfare now is o'er :
Death and hell behind are cast,
Grief and suffering are no more.
3 Yes ! the Christian's course is run,
Ended is the glorious strife ;
Fought the fight the crown is won,
Death is swallow'd up of life.
4 Borne by angels on their wings,
Far from earth his spirit flies,
To the Lord he loved, and sings,
Triumphing in Paradise.
5 Join we then with one accord,
In the new and joyful song ;
Absent from our loving Lord,
We shall not continue long.
6 We shall quit the house of clay
Better joys with Him to share :
We shall see the realms of day,
We shall meet our brother there.
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1 Strangers, pilgrims, here below,
Travelling to fair Canaan's land,
Lean on Jesus as ye go,
For by faith alone ye stand.
2 Glory in the Saviour's name,
Join with all the ransom'd band,
Trust the Lord, he 's still the same,
For by faith alone ye stand.
3 Trust the Lord, in life and death,
Trust your all in Jesus' hand ;
Trust him with your latest breath,
For by faith alone ye stand.
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Whence all their glad array ?
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Of everlasting day ?
Lo ! these are they from suff rings great
Who came to realms of light,
And in the blood of Christ have wash'd
Those robes which shine so bright.
Now with triumphal palms they stand
Before the throne on high,
And serve the God they love, amidst
The glories of the sky.
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4 His presence fills each heart with joy,
Tunes every voice to sing ;
By day, by night, the sacred courts
WTith glad Hosannas ring.
5 Hunger and thirst are felt no more,
Nor suns with scorching ray :
God is their sun ! whose cheering beams
Pour round eternal day.
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Feed them with nourishment divine
And all their footsteps guide.
'Mong pastures green he '11 lead his flock,
Whose living streams appear ;
And God the Lord from every eye
Shall wipe off every tear.
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3 Thou still art merciful and kind,
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4 Let thy bright presence, Lord, restore
Peace to my anxious breast ;
Conduct me in the path that leads
To everlasting rest.
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1 In all thy mercies may my soul
A father's bounty see ;
Nor let the gifts thy grace bestows
Estrange my heart from thee.
2 Teach me in time of deep distress
To own thy hand, my God,
And in submissive silence hear
The lessons of thy rod.
3 In every varying mortal state,
Each bright, each gloomy scene,
Give me a meek and humble mind,
Still equal and serene.
4 Then shall I close mine eyes in death
Without one anxious fear ;
For death itself is life, my God,
If thou art with me there.
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1 Children of God, who trav'ling slow,
Your pilgrim path pursue, [woe,
In strength, and weakness, joy and
To God's high calling true ; —
2 Why move ye thus with lingering tread
A doubtful mournful band ?
Why faintly hangs the drooping head ?
Why fails the feeble hand ?
3 Was the full orb that rose in light,
To cheer your early ray,
A treacherous meteor, falsely bright,
That blazed and pass'd away ?
4 Was the rich vale that proudly shone
Beneath the morning beam,
A soft illusion, swiftly gone —
A fair and faithless dream ?
5 Oh ! weak to know a Saviour's power,
To feel a Father's care :
A moment's toil, a passing show'r
Is all the grief ye share.
373 £rrrct }0ranrr.
1 Sweet is the prayer, whose holy stream
In earnest pleading flows ;
Devotion dwells upon the theme,
And warm and warmer glows.
2 Faith grasps the blessings she desires ;
Hope points the upward gaze ;
And love, celestial love, inspires
The eloquence of praise.
3 But sweeter far the still small voice,
Heard by no human ear,
When Jesus makes the heart rejoice,
And dries the bitter tear.
4 Not accents flow, nor words ascend :
All utterance faileth there, ;
But Christian spirits comprehend,
And God accepts the prayer.
374 Ojc Bmns parent.
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1 Amidst the anguish and the strife,
Which shrinking nature fears,
Look gently down, great source of life,
And dry my starting tears.
2 Serene, like Jacob, I would die,
And gather up my feet [fly
Would chide the lingering hours, and
My Saviour God to meet.
3 My dearest comforts I would leave,
With glory in my eyes ;
Would wipe the tears of those who
grieve,
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4 My trembling lips, if thou art nigh
When life's sad hours are few,
With joy shall say — " Behold I die !
But God shall be with you."
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375 |3Icatrmjj bn tlje (tivate.
1 Lamb of God, whose bleeding love
We now recall to mind ;
Send the answer from above,
And let us mercy find :
Think on us who think on thee ;
Every burden'd soul release,
Oh remember Calvary,
And bid us go in peace.
2 Through thy blood by faith applied,
Let us thy pardon feel ;
Speak us freely justified,
And all our sickness heal,
By thy passion on the tree,
Let our griefs and troubles cease ;
Oh remember Calvary,
And bid us go in peace.
3 Can we ever hence depart
Till thou our wants relieve ?
Write forgiveness on our heart,
And all thine image give :
Still our souls shall cry to thee,
Still renew'd by holiness ;
Oh remember Calvary,
And bid us go in peace.
376 Cfjrtet, antr $tm Cructfietr.
1 Vain, delusive world adieu,
With all of creature good ;
Only Jesus I pursue,
Who bought me with his blood.
All thy pleasure I forego ;
All my wealth and all my pride,
Only Jesus will I know,
And Jesus crucified.
2 Turning to my rest again,
The Saviour I adore ;
He relieves my grief and pain
And bids me weep no more.
Rivers of salvation flow
From his head, his hands, his side
Only Jesus will I know,
And Jesus crucified.
3 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,
lu his favour to abide :
Only Jesus will I know
And Jesus crucified.
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To our eternal home ;
, Life is but a winter's day —
A journey to the tomb :
Youth and vigour soon will flee,
Blooming beauty lose its charms ,
All that 's mortal soon shall be
Enclosed in death's cold arms.
2 Time is winging us away
To our eternal home ;
Life is but a winter's day —
A journey to the tomb :
But the Christian shall enjoy
Health and beauty soon above,
Far beyond the world's alloy,
Secure in Jesu's love.
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Dwell the raptur'd saints above ;
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Happy in Immanuel's love.
2 Pilgrims in this vale of tears,
Once they knew, like us below,
Gloomy doubts distressing fears-
Torturing pain — and heavy woe.
3 'Mid the chorus of the skies,
'Mid th' angelic lyres above,
Hark ! their songs melodious rise,
Songs of praise to Jesus' love.
4 Happy spirits ! ye are fled,
Where no grief can entrance find,
Lull'd to rest the aching head,
Sooth'd the anguish of the mind.
5 All is tranquil and serene,
Calm and undisrurb'd repose —
There no cloud can intervene —
There no angry tempest blows.
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INDEX OF THE HYMNS.
FIRST LINK*.
Acquaint thyself quickly, oh sinner, with God
Again the day returns of holy rest
Along the banks where Babel's current flows
All glorious God what hymns of praise
All honour and praise to the Father
All that in this wide world
Almighty former of this wondrous plan
Ah ! how deceitful is the heart
Amid the splendour of thy state
Amidst the anguish and the strife
And is the lovely shadow fled
And canst thou, sinner, slight
Another day has pass'd along
Arise, my soul, on wings sublime
As strangers here below
At length the opening spring has come
A voice from the desert comes awful
Away ye dreams of mortal joy
Before thy footstool kneeling
Behold how good and how pleasant
Beloved Saviour, let not me
Beyond the dark and stormy bound
Bleeding hearts defiled by sin
Blessed be the Lord God
Blest be the dear uniting love
Blest be the tie that binds
Blest comforter Divine
Britons, now your harvest ended
By cool Siloam's shady rill
Cease here longer to detain me
Cease, ye mourners, cease to languish
Child, amid the flowers at play
Child of the dust, I heard thee cry
Child of sin and sorrow
Children of the Heavenly King
Children of God, who travelling slow
Christ, whose glory fills the skies
Creator, Preserver, Redeemer of men
Come all whoe'er have set . .
Come, dearest Lord, and this day
Come let us join our souls to God
Come let us strike our harps afresh
Come, kingdom of our God
Come, O my soul in sacred lays
Come, said Jesu's sacred voice
AUTHOR.
PACK
Sacred Songs
117
Church Psalmody . .
195
Barlow
195
Leeds Selection
57
Sacred Songs
47
Dobell
177
Git ion
1«3
Dr. Reed
113
Pratt's Collection . .
127
Anon.
203
Wesley
137
Hyde
185
Edmeston
151
Church Psalmody . .
57
Anon.
185
Sacred Songs
9
Drummond
39
Leeds Selection
151
Hastings
129
Psalms
163
Abdool-Mesah
123
Hamilton
27
Sacred Songs
125
Psalms
167
C. Wesley
155
Fawcett
185
Pratt's Collection . .
113
Pratt's Collection . .
23
Heber
9
Cecil
7
Colly er
35
Hemans
186
Conder
145
Hastings
97
Cennick
73
Village Hymns
203
C. Wesley ..
59
Sacred Songs
47
Wesley
64
Dobell
177
Montgomery
121
Dr. Reed ..
119
Johns
157
BlacklocJc
75
Pratt's Collection . .
131
t3
210
INDEX OF THE HYMNS.
FIRST LINES.
Come, thou Almighty King. .
Come to Calvary's holy mountain • .
Come 'lis Jesus' invitation
Come ye disconsolate
Come ye that know and fear the Lord
Come ye that love the Saviour's name
Dark brood the heavens o'er thee . .
Dead ! dead ! the child I loved so well
Dear is the hallowed morn . .
Dearest sister ! thou hast left us . .
Didst thou, dear Jesus, suffer shame
Drooping souls no longer mourn . .
Dust and ashes though we be
Dying souls fast bound in sin
Enough of life's vain scene I 've trod
Eternal God, I bless thy name
Fain would I leave the world below
Far, far o'er hill and dell
Far, far o'er hill and dell
Far, far from yonder cloud
Far, far beyond these lower skies . .
Far from the world, O Lord, I flee. .
Far from these narrow scenes of night
Father of all, thy care we bless
Father of mercies, God of love
Father of mercies send thy grace . .
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Eternal
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, One in
Forgive my folly
Forth from the dark and stormy skies
Forth in thy name, O Lord, I go ..
For these and all thy mercies
For thee, O God, our constant praise
For yet a little while. .
Fount of everlasting love
Fountain of good, from thee alone . .
Fountain of mercy, God of love
Friend after friend departs
From the cross uplifted high
From the recesses of a lowly spirit . .
Full speed along the world's highway
Glory to God on high
Glorious things of thee are spoken . .
Go, messenger of love, and bear . .
God in the high and holy place
God is our refuge and defence
God of mercy, hear our prayer
God of mercy, God of grace
God of my life, to thee belongs
God of our salvation
Gracious spirit, love divine
Great God, thy peerless excellence
Great God, to thee my evening song
AUTHOR.
PAGB
Madan's Collection 17
Montgomery
23
Vestry Hymns
35
Anon.
53
Burder
41
Steele
107
Hastings
100
Wesley
137
Cunningham
5
Boston Selection
125
Kirkham
127
Hastings
143
Sacred Songs
43
Hastings
143
Leeds Selection
5
Doddridge . .
105
Wesley
85
Am. Collection
11
Sacred Harmony
11
Rev. T. Lowe
11
Pratt's Collection
48
Cowper
127
Steele
41
Doddridge . .
3
Collyer
51
Doddridge . .
127
Ano'i .
25
Sacred Songs
29
Hastings
63
Heber
51
Wesley
159
Selection
95
Tate and Brady
123
Selection
166
R. Palmer . .
131
Leeds Selection
51
Epis. Selection
107
Montgomery
161
Dr. Hawes . .
28
Dr. Bowring
172
Montgomery
3
Selection
17
Newton
175
Christian Psalmist
41
Anon.
69
Luther
173
Mother's Hymn Book 72
Lutheran Collection 125
Scott
177
Hastings
33
Stocker
43
Hamilton . .
3
Steele
3
INDEX OF THE HYMNS.
211
FIRST LINKS.
Great God, to what a glorious height
Green the hill-side ever fair
Hallelujah ! for the Lord
Hail, great Creator, wise and good. .
Hail, happy day, thou day of holy . .
Hail, heavenly Salem, happy place..
Hail, Immanuel, ever gracicus
Hail, morning known among the blest
Hail, peaceful day of hallowed rest. .
Happiness, thou lovely name
Hark ! hark the notes of joy
Hark ! what mean those holy voices
Hark ! what triumphant strains
Haste, my spirit, haste away
Head of the church, our risen Lord
Hearken, Lord, to my complaint . .
Hear, oh sinner ! mercy hails you . .
Hear ye not a voice from heaven . .
Heavenly Father, sovereign Lord . .
Heralds of Christ the Lord
He lives, the everlasting God
He that goeth forth weeping
High in yonder realms of light
High on a hill of dazzling light
High on the heavens' majestic throne
Holy, holy, holy Lord
Holy, holy, holy Lord God Almighty
Hosanna in the highest
How bright those glorious spirits shine
How charming the thought ..
How gentle God's commands
How honoured, how dear that sacred abode
How lovely are thy dwellings, Lord. .
How precious, Lord, thy sacred word
How sweet, how heavenly is the sight
How sweet to the soul are the breathings . ,
How sweetly flowed the gospel sound
How swift the torrent rolls
How tender is thy hand
How welcome thy returning beams . .
How welcome to our souls opprest . .
How wondrous great, how glorious bright . .
I love to steal awhile away
I love the sacred book of God
I love thy Zion, Lord
I saw beyond the tomb
I would not live alway, I ask
I would not live alway, yet 'tis not
if I must die, oh let me die . .
If human kindness meets return
Interval of grateful shade
In all thy mercies may my soul
In all my Lord's appointed ways
In age and feebleness extreme
Indulgent God of love and power
Indulgent Lord, thy goodness reigns
AUTHOR. PAGE
Pratt's Collection .. 177
5. £. Cutting . . 37
Selection .. .. 101
Lutheran Collection 141
Brown .. .. 195
Leech- Selection . . 159
Anon. .. .. 175
Dr. Wardlaw .. 5
Anon. .. . . 159
Leeds Selection .. 197
Village Hymns . . 1G4
Caicood . . . . 156
49
Sacred Songs . . 181
Conder .. .. 191
Montqomery .. 181
Dr. Reed .. . 83
Anon. .. .. 8 7
Salisbury Collection 98
Pratt's Collection .. 133
Watts . . .. 149
Hastings .. .. 175
Meth. Collection .. 207
Watts .. .. 57
Watts .. .. 121
Montgomery . . 80
Sale's Collection .. 109
Selection . . .. 201
Pratt's Collection . . 199
Cunningham .. 117
Doddridge . . . . 1
Conder .. .. 15
Milton .. .. 121
Burders Collection 27
Swain . . . . 55
Anon. .. .. 15
Bowring . . . . 65
Doddridge . . . . 21
Mother s Hymn Book 113
Hancox . . . . 65
Newton . . . . 105
Walts .. .. 107
Mrs. Brown . . 155
Maxwell's Collection 7b
Dwight .. .. 79
Dwight .. .. 21
Muhlenberg.. .. 39
£. S. Cutting . Ill
Beddome .. .. 192
G. T. Noel .. 119
Doddridge .. .. 197
Higginbotham . . 203
Chapel Hymns . . 198
Wesley . . . 85
Sacred Songs . . 75
Doddridge .. .. 105
2\ 2
INDEX OF THE HYMNS.
FIRST LINES.
In sleep serene oblivion laid .
In the same spirit on the day
Jehovah God ! thy gracious power
Jesus, in whom but thee above
Jesus, thou fairest, dearest one
Jesus, who knows full well
Lamb of God, whose bleeding love
Lead us, heavenly Father, lead us . .
Let thy grace, Lord, make us lowly
Let us awake our joys
Lo ! the prisoner is released. . . .
Long as I live I '11 bless thy name
Look up, ye saints, direct your eyes
Lord, assist us by thy grace
Lord, bring me to resign
Lord, before thy throne we bend
Lord Jesus come, for here
Lord, let thy goodness lead our land
Lord, I would come to thee
Lord of mercy and of night
Lord of the Sabbath and its light
Lord, remember me for good
Lord, when my thoughts delighted rove
Lord, with glowing heart I 'd praise thee . .
Lord, we bow with deep contrition
Mark the virtuous man and see
May I resolve with all my heart
May the grace of Christ our Saviour
Midst sorrow and care
Morning breaks upon the tomb
My faith looks up to thee . . •■
My Father's house on high
My God, how endless is thy love
My God, I bow before thy feet
My God, my king, to thee I'll raise
My soul, be on thy guard
No more, vain world, with thy alluring toys
Not in the strong impetuous wind
Now far above the starry skies
Now is the accepted time
Now with one consent we sing
O day of peace, whose dawning ray
O do not let the word depart
O God of Israel, by whose hand
O God of strength, whose mighty hand
O God of sovereign grace
O happy saints who dwell in light
O holy, holy, holy Lord
O Lord, behold us at thy feet
O Lord I would delight in thee
O Lord, our Lord, how excellent
O, my soul, what means this sadness
Once more our condescending God . .
AUTHOR.
TAGS
Hatvkestcorth
115
Dr. Raffles ..
67
Thomson
55
Conder
45
Beddome
127
Newton
185
Wesley
205
Edmeston
83
Pratt's Collection . .
140
Kingsbury
17
Anon.
197
Watts
69
Need ham ..
152
Hastings
73
Moravian Collection
78
Pratt's Collection . .
59
Harriet Martineau. .
157
Pratt's Collection . .
75
Mother's Hymn Book
79
Heber
124
Sacred Songs
151
Anon.
37
Steele
45
• .
141
Hastings
7
Anon.
199
. . • .
75
. .
141
German
53
Dr. Co I Iyer. .
87
Ray Palmer
17
Montgomery
165
Watts
3
Watts
191
Steele
107
Heath
184
Steele
153
Leeds Selection
177
Leeds Selection
49
Dobell
129
99
Christian Offering . .
57
Dr. Reed
115
Logan
155
German
169
Vestry Hymns
185
. .
151
67
Hastings
119
Ryland
77
Selection
152
Fawcett
83
Anon.
159
NDEX OF THE HYMNS.
213
FIRST LINES.
O sacred head once wounded
O sacred place, where God
O sing unto the Lord a new song . .
O the hour when this material
O thou who driest the mourner's tear
O thou that hearest the prayer of faith
O thou whose power o'er moving worlds ,
O ye who with the frequent tear
O Zion, life thy raptured eye
O Zion, tune thy voice
O Zion, when I think on thee
Oh could our thoughts and wishes fly
Oh for an overcoming faith
Oh for a sight, a pleasing sight
Oh for a shout of sacred joy
Oh let me, gracious Lord, extend . .
Oh tell me thou life and delight
Oh the delights, the heavenly joys . .
Oh throw away thy rod
Oh where shall rest be found
Oh why, ye redeemed, should
On thee each morning, O my God . .
Onward, onward, men of heaven
Parting soul, the floods await thee . .
Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan
People of the living God
Pilgrim burdened with thy sins
Pleasing spring again is here. .
Praise the Lord, ye heavens adore him
PraUe the Lord when blushing morning
Remember thy Creator
Return, O wanderer, to thy home . .
Return, O wanderer, now return . .
Rest from thy labours, rest
Rise crowned with light
Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings
Rock of ages cleft for me
AUTHOR.
From the German . .
From the German . .
Selection
Leeds Selection
Hastings
Toplady
Dr. Johnson
Dr. Huie ..
Campbell
Church Psalmody . .
Church Psalmody . .
Steele
Watts
Watts
Watts
Merrick
Sacred Songs
Watts
Montgomery
R. W. Cushman
Liverpool Collection
Mrs. Sigourney
Sacred Lyre
Vestry Hymns
Montgomery
Collyer
Dublin Collection . .
From the German . .
S. F. Smith
Sacred Songs
Collyer
Montgomery
Pope
Whitfield ..
C. Wesley
Salvation, oh melodious sound .. .. Doddridge ..
Safely through another week .. .. Newton .. .«
Saints with pious zeal attending . . . . Taylor
Say not their sun goes down at noon . . Leeds Selection
Say, sinner, hath a voice within . . . . Hyde
Saviour hast thou fled for ever . . . . McCartee
Saviour, hear us through thy merit. . . . Hastings
Saviour, in the hour, be near . . . . Anon
Saviour, Prince enthroned above . . . . Wesley
Saviour, when night shuts in the skies . . Gisbome
Servants of Christ by God's right hand . Conder
Shepherds hail the wondrous stranger . . Christian Psalmist. .
Shudder not to pass the stream . . . . Leeds Selection
Sing of mercy, sing with gladness . . . . Leeds Selection
Sinner what hast thou to show . . . . Urwick Collection . .
Sinners hear the living word. .
Soft and holy is the place . . . . . . Hastings
Softly now the light of day . . . . . . Episcopal Collection
31
135
167
55
120
27
153
137
177
71
123
89
63
105
103
45
145
154
113
128
139
9
141
7
85
179
125
43
175
183
61
206
206
113
162
25
59
77
181
156
5
115
141
7
179
25
171
13
175
43
24
197
125
131
42
214
INDEX OF THE HYMNS.
FIRST LINES.
AUTHOR.
Son of God thy blessing grant
Songs of praise the angels sang
Spirit of peace, celestial dove • .
Spirit, no restless wing
Strangers, pilgrims here below
Sweet is the last, the parting ray
Sweet is the friendly voice which speaks
Sweet is the prayer whose holy strain
Sweet glories rush upon my sight . .
Sweet the time, exceeding sweet
Suppliant, lo 1 thy children bend ..
H. F. Burder
Music of the Church
Spirit of the Psalms
S. S. Cutting
Leeds Collection . .
Sacred Songs
Jervis
Martineau Collection
Burder's Collection
Grey
Tell, gospel, tell thy news to man . . . . Ashworth
Tell me, Shepherd from above .. .. Montgomery ..
The Almighty reigns exalted high . . . . Pratt's Collection . .
The chariot, the chariot its wheels . . . . Milman
The day is drawing nigh . . . . . . Vestry Hymns
The gloom of the night adds . . . . Dr. Ford
The God of mercy be adored
The joyful scene before us . . . . . . Hastings . .
The Lord is risen indeed . . . . . . Kelly
The Lord is my shepherd, he makes . . Hastings
There's a refuge of peace from the tempest
There is an hour of peaceful rest . . . . Tappan
There is a river deep and broad . . . . Noel. . . . . .
There is a river of immortal peace . . . . Steele
This is the day the Lord hath made . . Watts
This place is holy ground . . . . . . Montgomery
This world of sin and death
Thou art gone to the grave . . . . . . Heber
Thou art, O God, the life and light. . . . Moore
Thou dear Redeemer, dying lamb . . . . Cennick
Thou God of sovereign grace . . . . Mother's Hymn Book
Thou Lamb of God, for whom alone . . Pratt's Collection . .
Thou, Lord, art light, thy native ray .. From the German . .
Thou, Lord, through every changing scene. . Doddridge
Thou, O Lord, didst hear my cry . . . . Episcopal Collection
Thou sovereign Lord of earth and skies . . Pratt's Collection . .
Thou that dost my life prolong . . . . Church Psalmody . .
Thou sweet gliding Cedron . . . . . . Anon.
Through this wide wilderness I roam
Through sorrow's night and danger's path. . H. K. White
Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess .. Gibbons
Thy life we read, O gracious Lord . . . . Stennett
Thy presence, everlasting Lord . . . . Doddridge
Thy will be done . . . . . . . . Bowring
Time is winging us away . . . . . . Burton . .
'Tis by the faith of joys to come .. .. Watts
'Tis the day of grace and love . . . . Dr. Reed . . . .
'Tis the hour when silent thought . . . . Churchman
To-day the Saviour calls . . . . • . Hastings
To the cross where Jesus dies . . . . Collyer
To thee in youth's bright morning . . . . Church Psalmody . .
To thee, ray righteous King and Lord . . Wrangham ..
To thee, my Shepherd and my Lord . . Higyinbotham
To whom, my Saviour, shall I go . . . . Hastings
Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb ..
PAGE
73
80
121
157
197
13
203
203
103
43
131
149
179
57
81
184
145
77
61
162
145
117
102
119
169
103
161
129
139
13
120
79
51
57
191
42
191
73
39
65
119
69
65
105
97
205
65
131
37
189
179
61
69
55
89
146
INDEX OF THE HYMNS.
215
PIRST LINKS.
Vain, delusive world adieu . .
Vainly through night's weary hours.
Wait, O my soul, thy maker's will ..
Watchman, tell us of the night
Weary of wandering from my God . .
Weary of these low scenes of night . .
We lift our hearts to thee . .
We love thy holy temple, Lord
We praise thee, Lord, for every good
We praise, we worship thee, O God
We sing to thee, thou Son of God . .
Welcome, delightful morn
We've no abiding city here
What a changing world is this
What are these in bright array
What is life — 'tis but a vapour
When any turn from Zion's ways . .
When gathering clouds around I view
When my voice at morn or even
When marshalled on the nightly plain
When musing sorrow weeps the past
When overwhelmed with grief
When on Sinai's top I see . .
When on the giddy cliff I stand
When streaming from the eastern skies
When the heart is sad within
WThen the mortal life is fled
When the woes of life o'ertake me . .
When we our wearied limbs to rest . .
With joy we hail the sacred day
With kind compassion hear my cry . .
While with ceaseless course the sun ,
While my Redeemer 's near
Who, O Lord, when life is o'er
Whom have we, Lord, in heaven, but thee.
Why on the bending willows hung . .
Why that look of sadness
Ye hearts with youthful vigour
Ye heavens with sounds of triumph ring
Ye mighty rulers of the land
Ye saints, your music bring
Ye worldly cares and themes begone
Ye worlds of light that roll so near . .
Yes I will adore thee. .
Y'es my, native land, I love thee
Yes there are joys that cannot die . .
Zion, awake, thy strength renew
AUTHOR.
PAOB
Wesley Hymns
205
Spirit of the Psalms
156
lie d dome
45
liowiiny
18
1 1 f.sley
51
Steele
45
Church Psalmody . .
79
Anon.
193
• • • •
151
Pratt's Collection . .
149
Toplady altered
121
Hay ward
71
Kelly
159
Leeds Selection
181
Montgomery
99
Kelly
23
Watts
89
Lord Glenelg
13
A.C.Coxe..
141
H. K. White
108
G. T. Noel
155
Watts
21
Montgomery
121
Leeds Collection . .
193
Christian Observer..
85
Mother's Hymn Book
73
S. F. Smith
197
Bo wring
35
Tate and Brady
123
Spirit of the Psalms
107
• • . .
67
Newton
99
Watts
112
Spirit of the Psalms
9!>
Spirit of the Psalms
119
Pratt's Collection . .
123
Hastings
33
Doddridge .. ..
77
Leeds Selection
49
Wrangham
149
Dr. Reed
70
Dr. Huie
191
Leeds Selection
75
Hastings
33
S. F. Smith
83
•
89
Pratt's Collection .
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